He was late and I was pissed. Not only had I been there all afternoon, but I had built the fire, unpacked the camping equipment and fixed dinner, all by myself. When he finally showed up, blathering something about having to stay late at work and traffic being bad, I blew him off and decided to go for a swim, tossing off my clothes as I ran to the river bank. Oh, he was a smooth talker, I knew, though often full of shit. As I continued to ignore him he quickly pulled off his own clothes, saying that if I wasn’t going to listen to him he would just come in and get me.
I turned my back to him as he entered the water, holding on to my anger, not wanting to be disarmed by his smile. But as soon as his fingertips touched my skin my mind started spinning. I heard him tell me to hold my breath, and before I could pull away I was off balance and under the water. His lips found my neck, his arms firmly around my waist, his chest against my back. I felt as though my whole body was part of him. I kicked away from him, trying to fight back, but he caught me by the ankle and pulled me back, turning me to face him. No matter how hard I tried to get away—and perhaps I wasn’t trying all that hard—he was just too strong.
Our lips met, and I melted, my body rebelling against the part of my mind that was still pissed off. For a moment I relaxed and gave in to his embrace, but when his grip loosened I pushed away again and disappeared beneath the water, swimming as hard as I could till I got to shore.
Coming after me, he quickly caught up and pressed me up against the side of my truck, holding my hands above my head, almost crushing me as our naked bodies squirmed together.
I knew he was thinking that if he could just get inside me all my anger and resistance would crumble away, and I knew he was right. He pushed his knee between my thighs and braced his foot on the running board, causing my legs to wrap around him and hold on. I felt his stiff cock pressing against my stomach as he kissed me.
Again I relaxed, waiting for an opportunity to escape, but his grip stayed firm. As I felt the last remnants of resistance slowly ebbing out of me, I let out an inadvertent moan. At that point he released his hold on my wrists, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Hoisting me up a bit, he slipped the tip of his cock into my pussy. Holding me there against the truck, he looked directly into my eyes as he teased me for a long moment. Then he slowly slid into me, pulling my pussy down onto his prick. Once he was deep inside me he picked me up and held me close against him as he carried me to the bed of my truck. I had set up the air mattress in there earlier that afternoon.
He set me gently down on the tailgate, kissing my face, neck and chest, pushing me back to get better access to my body. Taking a nipple into his mouth, he nibbled on it till I whimpered, rolling the other one between his fingers. Then he kissed his way down my stomach, his lips and tongue touching me so softly it tickled. Panting a little, I wiggled away from his teasing mouth and slid backwards onto the mattress—the mattress I had set up in his absence.
This reminder activated my anger again, and as he followed after me I asked him breathlessly to tell me what had really taken him so long to get there. He blew the question off by saying he didn’t want to talk now he just wanted to fuck me. “Yeah,” I said, “but I wanted you this afternoon, and you were missing in action.”
“We are not discussing it now!” he said firmly, and then he covered my pussy with his mouth, taking both lips inside and parting them with his tongue, instantly silencing me, except for the cry of pleasure that I could not hold back. As he hovered above me, I twisted my body so I could reach his dick with my mouth. I took just the head inside, circling it with my tongue. I placed one hand around the base, squeezing gently, while my other hand stroked his beautiful body. He tried to push deeper down my throat, but my hand kept him from succeeding as I slowly licked and sucked on the head, slipping it in and out of my lips. After a few minutes of this I rolled him onto his side so I could gain more control, then inhaled the full length of him, swallowing hard so he could feel my throat tighten around his cock.
Meanwhile he had found my sweet spot, and he knew exactly how to push my buttons. Two slick fingers were in my pussy, massaging my G-spot, doing their best to make me lose control. The better my pussy felt, the more enthusiastically I sucked his cock. As I felt myself start to tingle, I pulled my mouth away to tell him I wanted him to come with me. “No,” he said shortly, and buried his face in my crotch again.
I felt my muscles tensing, and I knew I couldn’t stop what was coming. My mind was a blur, my body shivering. I cried out as I came, again and again. He held me until my breathing returned to normal, kissing me gently.
I turned to his dick again, wanting to return the favor, but he wouldn’t let me, insisting that for now it was all about me. I knew he was just trying to mollify me to make up for his screwup, but it wasn’t going to be that easy.
For a few minutes we just lay there, looking up at the rising moon. As he lay relaxed, with his hands behind his head, I turned and straddled his body. I reached under the corner of the mattress to pull out the black rope that was attached to the tie-downs in the bed of the truck, and quickly slipped his wrists into it, pulling it tight so he couldn’t wiggle free.
“What the hell are you doing?” he demanded. I just smiled and kissed him deeply. “Come on,” he said then. “Is this some kind of payback or what?”
Still not answering him, I slid down and took his cock in my mouth, feeling it start to grow. When he was fully erect he demanded that I untie him, but I wanted him to feel the same frustration I had felt, waiting for him all that time. Releasing his dick, I crawled up and placed my pussy over his face, grinding it against his mouth. I felt his tongue lap at it greedily.
I let him lick me to orgasm again, but I still wasn’t satisfied. I moved down again till I was sitting on his hips and slowly took his still-hard cock into my pussy. It felt so good to be in control, with his dick up my cunt. Within minutes I was riding him to yet another climax.
He groaned as I slipped off his straining pole, leaving him unsatisfied. With a new plan in mind, I hopped out of the truck bed and went to get a few things I had stashed in my glove compartment. I came back carrying my favorite vibrator and a bottle of lube.
“No!” he said strongly when he became aware of what I was going to do. I just smiled at him again and proceeded to reach beneath him and lube up his ass. He tried to squirm away, but my oily finger found his tight anus and, as I applied a little pressure, slid inside.
Interestingly, he not only did not protest further, but he stopped his struggling and seemed to relax somewhat as I stroked slowly in and out. When I told him to turn over, he did so, and the next thing he knew I had slipped the vibrator up his ass. When I turned the switch to high, he shouted out in pleasure.
I fucked him with the vibrator until he came, shooting stream after stream of jism onto the mattress. When I released his wrists he grabbed me and kissed me passionately.
“Okay, you got your revenge,” he told me. “Will you stop being mad at me now?”
“I’ll tell you tomorrow,” I said.—T.J., Austin, Texas