Oh Boy, You’re So Cute.

Clark scrolled through his phone and read out the article. “Things an Alpha male will never hear: ‘Oh boy, you’re so cute and nice. Let me take you home and ravish you.’

Percy interrupted. “Why not?”

“Because Alpha men do the ravishing.” Clark stated.

“And Alpha woman ravish the oh so cute boy.” Jenny chimed in.

“This Alpha stuff is such bull.”

Jenny and Clark exchanged a look that spoke volumes. Both were remembering a night which illustrated their point precisely.

It had happened months ago. Clark, Percy and Jenny had been hanging out when Clark got called in for an unexpected night shift.

Jenny lay down beside Percy, their heads touching as they watched the small laptop screen. He had insisted that she experience his favourite film, so she was indulging him. To her surprise she was actually enjoying it. This had less to do with the comedy and more to do with the fact that every character had a rich cockney accent that just did things to her. It was a strange side-affect but she managed to keep it under control. She smiled to herself as the men spoke at a rapid-fire pace.

Every now and then his short hair would catch on hers and she’d notice the heat radiating from his body. She had a dreamy moment of nostalgia as she remembered the way her old boyfriend would lean their heads together and doze on long journeys. Occasionally their strands caught and entwined, resulting in a small tug that spoke volumes about sweetness and familiarity to her sentimental side.

The film ended and Percy rolled over to face her, eager to see the obvious delight that should be on her face. She nodded, smile still in place.

“Okay, I admit, it’s good.”

“It’s be’er than goo’, it’s brillian’.” He replied in imitation of the character’s accent. Jenny felt her body, already humming with the accents and nostalgia, tune into Percy as he unwittingly used one of her turn-ons.

She mentally chided herself. This was her best-friends mate she was hanging out with. Alone. In a small bed. In a big empty house.

It was just the memory of her ex stirring things. That was all. Besides, the boy was a virgin.

She struggled to pay attention as he chattered away to her about the magnificence of the film. When he turned his head the glare from the screen danced across his glasses, obscuring his big blue eyes.

Jenny also happened to really like square glasses.

He smiled, the dimple in his right cheek making an appearance.

She had no idea what he was saying anymore. His face was far too cute to bother listening to the drivel that fell out of it.

Unable to contain herself, Jenny leant forward and pecked him on the cheek.

Percy stopped talking and cocked his head.

“You’ve got a cute face.” She admitted.

He shrugged his broad shoulders and pecked her cheek in return. “You’re cute all over.”

She decided to take that as a compliment and pulled him into a hug, raining kisses on his cheek. The last fell wide of it’s mark and hit his lips.

Percy flipped over and pinned her to the bed. He hovered there for a few moments, bare torso pale in the laptop light, watching her. The smile was gone.

“You have got to work on your seduction skills.” He decided.

Jenny opened her mouth to object but was silenced by his soft lips pressing against her own.

She melted. Smooth hands ran across her shoulders and face, caressing her lightly. His mouth kneaded against hers, coaxing blood to the surface until her already plump lips were red and swollen with desire.

She ran her hands through the soft blonde bristles that covered his head and down his silky smooth back. His torso was long, longer than any man she’d been with before. She traced her way down to his flared hips that hinted at strong thrusting power.

“So you li’e the bri-ish, huh?” he murmured in her ear. She arched against him and pulled him back into a kiss, swirling her hips against his as he slid his hands down to her waist.

Something was niggling at the back of her mind as she stroked his flank.

Virgin. Right. “Are you okay for this to be your first time?” she asked. “You didn’t want something more special?”

He shook her head.

“Okay. Good.”

The pair stripped down. Percy pushed her back against the pillow and nibbled his way around her breasts, eventually getting the idea of sucking on the sensitive flesh. Jenny encouraged him by running her hands along his shoulders and being extra verbal when he did something good.

Her hands travelled lower as she remembered the sensitive area down the side of his back. She reached down and scratched the no-man’s land between flank and back, enjoying the way it made him tense and lose concentration. She’d whiled away many long car rides stroking the area when he least suspected it and was delighted that it was proving far more exciting than amusing now.

As she ran both hands down the twin hotspots his breathing hitched. He pulled away, rising up to tower over her in all his elongated height. “Right, I’m ready. “ He declared, the accent forgotten.

Mildly disappointed she passed him a condom. He rolled it on far more expertly than most experienced men she knew. Before she had time to wonder he was already sliding inside her. She squeaked as the tip brushed her cervix. He pulled back and entered all the way in again. This time she was ready and reveled in the spark of pain his length caused. He adopted a reliable drummer’s rhythm and soon she was pushing back against him. Each time he leant over to press his lips against hers she arched into him and thrust back harder.

Eager to try everything, he requested doggy. Unable to bear him driving through her cervix each time she tilted her pelvis and gritted her teeth quietly. The angle threw him off and she was able to enjoy the warmth of his smooth chest pressing against her bare back as the he rocked back and forth. Despite the pain his length caused, he was still gentle with everything he did.

Just as Jenny thought she might never find the balance between excruciating pain and mild pleasure he reached around and began to stroke her clit. In the circumstances it was a sweet gesture but not the domination she needed right then.

She pulled away and pushed him onto his back, straddling the confused boy. Planting both hands on his long chest she began to grind against him, brushing him against her cervix to spark off the chain reaction of intensity and slight pain she craved. Finding her pleasure point she raced towards orgasm.

She didn’t realize how loud she was being until she heard her own moans echoing off the walls of the empty house. The boy was quiet, his breath hitching with each movement from her rocking hips as she alternated between sliding on and off his long cock and grinding it into her cervix to accompanying shockwaves of pleasure.

She shuddered and nearly collapsed on him as she came without his help.

Feeling her squeeze around him spurred him into action. He held her hips lightly and began thrusting up from below in his slightly erratic rhythm. She rose off his hips to allow the movement and clenched to see what reaction she got. The breathing hitched again and he resumed at a slightly harder and faster pace. She dug her knees into his side and rocked back and forth as he managed to squeeze a small orgasm from her quivering insides. Emboldened he strove for eight more, driving harder as he gained more confidence with each orgasm he achieved. For the final orgasm he sat up cross-legged and pulled her into a firm embrace, his arms wrapped around her waist to keep her steady.

She leant over to smell his hair as he thrust, running her fingers through the blond bristles as he regained his rhythm. Jenny came with a shiver. Triumphant he gently leant her backwards so he could slip out and manhandle himself to a quick climax.

Depleted, the boy quickly fell asleep. Jenny stayed up a bit longer, admiring his long torso and soft pink lips as she allowed herself to be impressed by the efforts of the former virgin.

She rolled out of bed when she heard Clark come home from his nightshift.

Excited, she ran out to the hallway to tell him that she had successfully taken Percy’s virginity.

“So, how many times?” he asked the standard question.

“Ten. He wanted to make it an even number.” She replied happily.

He smiled his crooked smile and fist-bumped her before she remembered that it was his best mate she was referring to. The one currently asleep upstairs.

Jenny started to explain and apologize but it was too late. Clark had a nasty glint in his eye. He gripped the back of her neck and led her back upstairs to the bedroom where Percy lay asleep.

Marching straight past the unconscious boy he pushed her down onto the spare mattress that Percy was supposed to be using and clamped his left hand over her mouth.

The hand gripping her neck released and yanked down her underwear, exposing her still-swollen lips. Without warning Clark buried two thick fingers inside her and pulled out all his techniques. She jerked and writhed under his touched, the screams building inside but unable to burst past his left hand.

She came in seconds from his brutal administrations, shuddering violently as he continued to press buttons deep inside her without mercy. He added another fingers and stretched her wide, sending a jolt of pain through her lower regions and making her hiss with pleasure as it rolled back, carrying a wave of ecstasy. She came again and again, approaching the ten Percy had so proudly brought her to. As the tenth orgasm rolled over her body Clark added a forth finger, tearing her slightly. She still tried to squirm away to no avail. Clark had her pinned.

With fierce determination he fisted her, smashing the walls between pain and pleasure and sending her spiraling into a strange dark place where orgasms court masochism and dance to the music of the vengeful.

Through sheer willpower she managed to remain conscious as the fourteenth consecutive orgasm was dragged from her helpless body.

Clark released her. She lay on the bed, limp and panting. When she opened her eyes the light was glinting off the man’s unusually sharp canines. She felt her stomach tighten. Those teeth were only revealed through the most devilish of grins.

Amazingly, Percy hadn’t stirred throughout the entire onslaught. Clark’s hand had provided enough of a sound barrier that her cries had been ignored and her writhing had attacked the bed sheets more than the eardrums in her pleasurable agony.

Clark gripped her neck one last time and leaned over her, a stocky silhouette in the dark room.

“I’m better.” He whispered.

His status as the alpha male in the room secured, he rolled over and went to sleep.

Clark turned off his phone and looked at Percy. “You’re just whining because Jen’s more Alpha than you.”

Percy riled. “That is such a load of-“ Jenny dragged her nails along Percy’s hotspot. He whimpered and hunched over, sentence forgotten.

“Oh Percy.” She grinned. “You’re so cute.”

– J.B. Sutherland

Curiosity

Jenny was ill at ease in her own mind. For quite some time now she had been repulsed by the mere thought of her girlfriends fiancé, but through the coercion of her playmate she had allowed herself to be kissed by the man. It was only fair since he was allowing her continual access to his gorgeous fiancé who just happened to be her ex girlfriend. However, the alcohol combined with his gentle approach had broken the icy wall which kept her passionate fires at bay and she had taken control, pulling his head back and biting his lip in a brief blaze of dominance.

Now she wanted more. She wanted to feel that control, that strength and power over another human’s actions and reactions which she felt so rarely and never sought.

She wanted George.

The fact went against everything she had stood for these last few months but she could no more deny herself that than deny herself sustenance. It was a quirk of her personality that while she remained so uninterested and unadventurous in other areas of her life, she burst with curiosity about the men and women she met.

Not what they did, or where they came from.

How they felt, tasted, moved, sounded. How they pleased and received pleasure. Whether they made love or fucked. If they turned red or pink, screamed or became silent, took charge or sat back.

She had her barriers of course. Personality, looks, age. But one by one those barriers were being placed wider and wider apart. And now George had slipped through to the other side.

She had to know.

So she followed her playmate up the wooden stairs to the low-lit bedrooms, George and Evelyn in tow.

She wasn’t nervous. She knew this place well. She liked this place. It had all the essentials and the atmosphere was friendly and relaxed. More importantly, it was a nice ambient temperature.

They chose a room in the corner of a long line, some empty, some with closed doors and quiet occupants. Once the four were inside they closed and locked the door, despite Georges protests. He and Evelyn were used to crowds and onlookers. Jenny didn’t want anyone inviting themselves into their fun though, and Clark knew that.

The four stripped and Evelyn went straight for George’s cock, sucking on it in the manner than had been described as ‘mind-blowing’. Jenny still didn’t understand how anyone could enjoy it so much but she had to admit it was a nice-looking member in the near-darkness. Nowhere near as nice the round curve of Evelyn’s arse as she leant over her fiancé though.

Jenny admired them for a moment before Clark applied his primary move. She let her head fall back as he slid a finger inside her and worked his magic. The world went fuzzy at the edges and dissolved into pleasure and the occasional sound as she closed her eyes. Soon she was lying full-length across the bed, spasming and letting out cries that reverberated off the walls.

What little was left of her conscious brain occasionally alerted her to a particularly delicious cry from Evelyn or the smack of skin against skin. At some point Clark told George, “Go ahead. You can do anything now, she’s gone.” And an unfamiliar cock was presented to her panting mouth. She engulfed it, enjoying the smooth flesh sliding against her wet tongue.

Clark flipped her over so she was in doggy and entered her easily, wet as she was from his administrations. She took the new cock into her mouth once more, careful not to let any teeth scrape it’s tender surface, and sucked powerfully as each of Clark’s strokes pushed her closer to the edge, racing that much quicker from the accompanying twinge of pain from her cervix wall.

The small part of conscious brain made a note about the length and thickness of the cock for use later and filed it under the logical conclusion of ‘George’. As it did so Jenny became aware that Evelyn was beside him. She caressed the woman’s silky thigh and gripped it tightly to illicit a small moan. The woman was dripping. Jenny let her hand travel up her thigh to brush her entrance and slide two fingers inside. The feeling was incredible. She loved the way the slick walls pulsed and squeezed her digits. She shuddered and came from the combined stimuli, George’s cock falling from her mouth as she partially collapsed.

Clark turned her over and dragged her to lie straight across the bed. George lay Evelyn the opposite way on her left side. Like competitors for a single belt, both lay into their woman, trying to generate the most pleasure and showcase their skill. Jenny was well accustomed to Clark’s techniques but nonetheless she was soon screaming and arching as orgasm after orgasm racked her body. Evelyn wasn’t having as much luck, moaning in disappointment as the pain she needed was denied to her. One out of three of her fiancé’s smacks missed and was only so much show and noise. Like the smug bastard he was, Clark leant over and began twisting various tender areas of flesh on Evelyn’s small frame, bringing the woman towards her desperate release.

Taking his cue, George reached for Jenny and stroked her chest and neck. When it failed to create the desired response he tweaked her nipples.

Resigned to his loss, George returned to his fiancé. Clark claimed his victory silently and pulled Jenny to her feet. Evelyn stood and lay down the opposite way and Clark positioned Jenny on top of her so she could face him. Clark offered her his cock and she obliged, sucking the dark member back to it’s full glory as Evelyn did the same from below to George. The pair swapped ends and Clark laid into her doggy-style, pressing her down onto Evelyn’s mouth. She trembled as the woman licked her clit while Evelyn’s fiancé fucked her in missionary. She grew wetter by the second as she watched George’s thick cock slid in and out of the porcelain package and took any opportunity to nip at the exposed clit.

Suddenly Clark was gone and Evelyn was probing her entrance with her tongue. Jenny face-planted beside the woman’s hips, shaking from the skilled strokes.

George had disappeared and Clark was in his place when she managed to raise herself up again. His stocky dark figure was a stark contrast to Evelyn’s pale frame.

The tongue at her entrance withdrew and was replaced by something much bigger. Jenny moaned as George pressed all the way inside her and began thrusting lightly. Too lightly. She tried to press back against him, to get that hard cock deeper inside her and drive it into her cervix but he kept angling it into her front wall, missing everything that drove her wild. She cursed her unusual anatomy and Clark for not informing him of her internal quirk but was unable to form anything except vowels as he managed to stretch her entrance enough to generate some mild pleasure. She scooted back until she was standing, forcing him to remove himself. Her plan was to readjust herself on the bed so she could angle it to her liking but the couple took that as an opportunity for a break.

Disappointed, Jenny watched the couple dress and leave to explore the rest of the floor. Clark locked the door behind them and lay down on the bed properly, inviting her to join him.

She straddled him and was rewarded with a spark of pleasure as he hit her sweet spot effortlessly. She grinded against him, the wild animalistic response breaking through and curling her hands into claws to scratch the bed. She bared her teeth and growled from the bottom of her throat as she rode him, the feline part of her personality taking control for a while.

She was jolted back into normality when Clark stopped thrusting back and offered his wrists. She stared at him in shock. He never gave up control. Even when he claimed he was he still was manipulating her in some way so she would move the way he wanted, even if she couldn’t define it at the time.

She laid a palm over his wrist, pinning it to the bed and waited for the reaction. It didn’t come. She pinned the other, far lighter than many had pinned herself. Still nothing. Cautiously, she bucked, expecting him to buck back.

He closed his eyes.

He really was giving her control.

Jenny leant all her weight on his wrists and rode the man like her life depended on it. She watched in delight and chortled in glee as she pushed the man towards the edge, seeing it write itself across his face. Just as he was about to come, the door opened.

“Well that was boring.” George announced.

Jenny stopped dead, the mood shattered. Clark retrieved his wrists and she glared at the wall, angry at the man for denying her the golden opportunity to fully control the control freak.

“Let’s go for a smoke.” Clark declared, discarded the empty condom and dressing himself.

Jenny remained crouched on the bed, pouting. Resigned, she climbed off, vaguely aware that her insides were still throbbing. Out of nowhere George smacked her arse, hard. Her legs gave out as she came, leaving her gripping the edge of the bed for dear life. George laughed.

“Fuck.” Jenny breathed.

“You guys go for a smoke. Me and Evelyn are gunna check out downstairs.” The couple disappeared once more.

“Fuck George.” Clark muttered. “I was this close.”

“I know. Fuck George.”

“You already did.”

“…fuck.”