Fish in a Barrel, Part 2
November 27th
It took two days, but Emily finally worked up the courage to try to seduce Daniel. She drove over to his apartment and pounded on the door. She could hear him inside, coming to the door.
"Damn! Hold on!" he said from behind the door, moments before opening it. "Emily! What the fu...?
"Hey asshole," she said, interrupting him and storming into his living room. The apartment wasn't very large, but it was bigger than he needed. It had a living room, an eat-in kitchen, two bedrooms and two bathroom. He could afford it, with his nice job and all. "Is your boyfriend here?"
"Jeremy? My roommate?" he asked, closing the door behind them. "No. Why?"
"Why?" Emily said, sounding very angry. "Because I'm mad at you."
"Mad at me? What the fuck did I do?" he asked.
"My boyfriend doesn't want me anywhere near him because of your stupid no-nut challenge," she said. "He says he needs to stay away so he doesn't fuck me. So, you get my wrath."
"What the fuck?" he said, confused. "Go talk to him. It's not my problem."
"Oh, oh yes it is your fucking problem," she said pacing. She had thrown her coat off and was wearing painted-on jeans and a tight t-shirt. Daniel could see her B-cup breasts tightly contained behind the thin, cotton shirt, her nipples very hard and pointed. He was a little embarrassed that she suddenly turned him on so much. "You and your friends got him into this bet to see who could last longer or whatever. And so, now, I haven't been fucked in like a whole month. And I'm going fucking crazy. I'm super horny and I'm mad."
"Jeez, go play with yourself or something."
"You don't think I haven't?" she spat. "Many, many times! I'm going through batteries left and right. So now, this is your problem and you're going to fix it."
"Why don't you just fuck him?" he said, sitting on the couch and grabbing the remote control for his game and starting to play again. "That'll fix it."
"Oh, very funny," she said sarcastically. "You think I haven't tried you stupid idiot? I've tried to fuck him. I've done all the things. Look at me." She grabbed her tits and squeezed them as he looked up. "I prance around in my fucking thong with my titties out and everything. And he still won't fuck me because he's too busy with his stupid cock bet with your friends."
"He's a grown man," he said, smirking, believing that her actions and frustrations were bringing him closer and closer to $500. Hell, if Tyler was even half as horny as he was and Emily came on to him, he knew Tyler would break.
"A grown man?" she spat. "Grown men don't make stupid bets with their best friends that drive their girlfriends crazy. It's idiotic and it's making me mad. And very... aggressively horny. So, for the love of God, could you please, jerk off right now and end this whole mess?"
"Why should I do that and lose this bet?" he asked, moving aggressively as he triggered the remote control rapidly. He grunted as the computer's football team scored on him.
"Because it's all your fault," she spat, her hands on her hips. She pushed her chest out, emphasizing her breasts once again.
"My fault?"
"Yes!" she said, moving even closer to him. "Because you're a stupid idiot and you're making my boyfriend stupid. I can't take any more." Daniel was feeling uneasy. His erection was throbbing in his pants. His sister's breasts were so well displayed it was almost as if she wasn't wearing a shirt at all.
"He hasn't told you the latest, has he?" he smirked, trying not to look at her beautiful... sexy... breasts... with those really... God-damned pointed... hard... nipples.
"Told me what now?" she asked, crossing her arms under her breasts. This pushed them up a bit, making them look even larger. "He already told me it continues until there's one fucking winner, that it doesn't really end in three days."
"Oh... I guess you already know then," he said, smirking again. "Ah, fuck!" he yelled at the game as the computer scored yet another touchdown while he was distracted.
"So... this is just to see which moron can go without cumming the longest?" she spat, shaking her head. She started pacing again, now back and forth between Daniel and the TV. The lights behind her accentuated her trim body every time she crossed in front of it. And what in the hell was it with her ass. He'd never noticed it before. It was... so round... and perfect. He started salivating just thinking about having those globes in his hands. "So, when does it end? Ok? When... does... it... end?!?!"
"As soon as Tyler cums," he said dryly. "'Cause I'm not losing this bet. Five hundred dollars is a good chuck of cash."
"So this could, what? Go on forever?" She looked down at him. Was he always this good looking? His mouth... his lips... they looked so... kissable. And did he just move his cock to get more comfortable? She licked her lips, her mouth feeling very dry all of the sudden. "So I will have to go on being celibate?"
He smiled, which only made her angrier... and for some reason... hornier.
"You fucking moron! I have needs!" she stomped her feet and pouted, sounding desperate. Daniel was quick to note that her breasts jiggled so wonderfully when she stomped. "Guys don't know this, but girls get really fucking horny and I'm so fucking horny that I could murder somebody. So you're gonna cum. You're gonna cum right fucking now."
"What do you mean *I'm* gonna cum?"
"You're just going to jerk off and fucking cum already," she said. "You will end this fucking bet because my fucking boyfriend is so fucking stubborn that he will go all year not fucking me just to spite you. Ok? So just end it." She stepped forward and pushed him, making him fall back further into the couch. Then she dropped to her knees and put her hand right on his hardon through his sweat pants.
"Hey!" he said uneasily. She'd never touched him like this before and his dick was so hard. And he suddenly realized just how incredible her hand felt, the pleasure rushing to his head.
"Of course," she said sarcastically. "Your dick is fucking insanely hard right now. And I bet your balls are fucking blue, too." She stroked her hand up and down his shaft slightly, feeling him shiver beneath her. "You and your stupid boner."
Daniel moved his hands as if he was going to pull her hand from him, but she grabbed his shaft harder and looked at him as if threatening him. It wasn't fear that really made him back off. It was seeing her determination to make him cum... and... his desire to let her do it.
"Alright. Fine," she said when he just sat there, looking at her, as if helpless. She grabbed the waist band of his sweatpants and pulled them down, along with his boxers, all the way to his knees. "I'll do it. I'll make you cum right now." His cock was standing tall, hard and long. She grabbed it and started slowly stroking it. Just feeling him in her hand, his hard shaft covered by such soft skin, the swollen bulbous head, was driving her crazy with need and desire. "That way I can get back to fucking my boyfriend because I love him... even though he's a total stupid idiot."
She spit in her hand to give her some extra lubrication and stroked more easily, her hand sliding up and down his shaft.
