Date: Tue, 11 Jun 2013 00:17:03 -0400
From: Juno Sanchez <funkasaurusdancer@gmail.com>
Subject: The Secret Life of a Teenage Nympho

The Secret Life of a Teenage Nympho

By Juno Sanchez

Copyright © 2013 Juno Sanchez.  All rights reserved.



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"Harder," I demanded.  Maxwell slapped my ass again harder than Maxwell did
the first time.  The first time hurt so good, I almost came.  This one was
better.  "Harder," I said again.

Maxwell hit me again.  I took my spanking like a pro.  I wanted him to make
me feel every part of his hand as it landed on my ass.  I still had my
underwear on, but I felt the sting of his touch anyway.

"Take them off," was the last thing I said.  Maxwell ripped my underwear
from my body and tossed them across the room.

"Turn around," Maxwell ordered.  I did as Maxwell told me and lay on my
stomach.

Maxwell took me by the waist and raised me upward enough to put a pillow
beneath my hips so that my young ass was arched as I lay on the bed.  I
looked over my shoulder to see what Maxwell was up to.

"Don't look at me," Maxwell ordered and then I felt his hand again.

"Ugh," I groaned.  Maxwell hit me again.  "Agh," I groaned.

With every slap, my ass was made redder and my dick got harder and harder.  I
almost felt like my veins were going to explode with the amount of
throbbing it did.  My shaft pulsed, my dickhead leaked precome, but I
couldn't move.  I didn't want to move.  I heard the metal clicking and knew
he'd taken out the handcuffs.  I squirmed, moving my naked body around
deliberately to show my approval, my desire for it.  Maxwell climbed over
me and cuffed my hands together.

"Tighter," I begged him.  Maxwell made them tighter.

He ran his hands down my back, starting at my shoulders and then down the
middle until Maxwell was at my beautiful ass again.  Maxwell cupped each
cheek and massaged it, squeezing it hard, but gently at the same time, and
then Maxwell spanked me again.  Maxwell hit me harder and harder and I
fucking loved every second of it.  I forced my ass upward with every touch
and closed my eyes to really enjoy being his bitch.

"Open your eyes," Maxwell ordered.  I did, but only long enough to see him
take out a soft, blindfold which Maxwell used to make my sight disappear
again.

I was at his mercy.  Maxwell could do whatever Maxwell wanted to me and I
wouldn't be able to see or fight back, not that Maxwell would hurt me.  Just
knowing Maxwell could have me anyway Maxwell wanted turned me on more than
anything ever could.

I felt his hands on my ass again, his thumbs inside my ass crack, on either
side of my budding hole as Maxwell rubbed my flesh to his liking.  My body
responded to his touch in the only way it could.  My temperature rose, my
dick spilled more and more precome, and my back door throbbed to be opened.
He didn't need to ask, my consent was implied.  Maxwell licked my left
cheek, then the right.  Maxwell kissed my ass passionately before sinking
his teeth forcefully into my flesh, causing me to groan in pleasurable pain.


His long tongue found the back door and rang the bell.  I was home and more
than willing to let him in.  His tongue felt like a snake slithering
through a maze and the deeper he went, the wetter I got, the hotter I got,
and the more I wanted him do things to me most guys my age couldn't handle.

"Ugh," I moaned.  I groaned.  "Oh god, eat my ass, ugh, yes," I kept going.


I wanted more.  I wanted him to go deep, so deep that he'd need a map to
find his way out.  Maxwell pressed his fingertips into my flesh and ate my
ass like it'd never been eaten before, and I loved it.

"Fuck me," I panted, "fuck me now, I want you.  I want to feel you inside
me," I told him.

"Not yet," he replied.  I knew from the tone of his voice that he had other
plans for me and he wasn't done.  He wasn't about to let me get off that
easily.

"Don't move, not even a little," he ordered.

I didn't move a muscle, not even when the room went completely silent and I
was alone.  I only knew he was back when he gave me his next command.  One
I had no problem obeying.

"Turn over," Maxwell told me.  I rolled over to my back.  He took me by the
ankles and pulled me toward the bottom of the bed.  "Spread your legs," he
commanded.  I did.

He held my ankles and slowly slid his hands up my legs to the inside of my
thighs, to my balls and throbbing dick.  He held my sack in one hand and
squeezed my dick with the other hand, purposefully sliding his hand up my
shaft to my dickhead.  He pulled my sack as he did, aggressively massaging
my balls while I squirmed beneath him.  Precome collected at the tip hole
of my dick.  I could feel it.  I even felt it rolling through my shaft
toward my piss opening.  Maxwell's hand motion was deliberate to say the
least.  He forced all of my precome to the tip where it continuously oozed
out in what can only be described as an orgasm before the orgasm.

"You precome a lot, I like that," he stroked my dick tightly.  "You like
the way that feels don't you?"

"Yes."

"You want me to... fuck you, don't you?" He rubbed the head of my dick.

The sensation was more than nerve shattering.  My dick head was so
sensitive to his touch.  Every nerve ending froze as if I'd just been shot
by a taser gun.  More than hundred volts of electricity flowed through my
body and every single one of them had his name written on them.

"Ugh..." I moaned again.

"Don't move," he ordered me again.  I was ready for anything he had to give
to me.  I wanted everything he had to give to me.

"Ugh!" I moaned the loudest I had since we'd started and for good reason.  The
small nipple clamp he placed on my left nipple was cool and tight, its
strength matched only by the one he placed on the right.  He attached them
with a chain as I lay, breath heavy, hormones raging, and body begging to
be sadistically abused in the way I liked.

"Don't move," he said again.  His constant command was a part of our sexual
play and only served to heighten an already intense sexual lust I had for
him.

I felt him by my ankles again.  Maxwell cuffed my ankles with shackles.  I
was in complete ecstasy.  "What do you want?" He asked.

"I want my ass pounded hard by your big dick.  I want my ass pounded so
hard that I pass out before you're done fucking my brains out.  I want you
to take me and treat me like the devil's plaything and when you're ready to
climax, I want you close to my body while you thrust your dick inside."

"Is that all?" He laughed seductively.

He pushed my knees back toward my chest, slid his hands to my ankles again,
and separated my legs as far apart as the shackles would allow, and then
pushed my legs back over my head and forced me to hold them there,
handcuffed and twisted in a fuck me, I'm defenseless body knot.  My hole
was exposed and unprotected.  My dick slapped me in the face.  He grabbed
my dick again.

"Open your mouth," he said.  I opened it and tasted the salty tip of my
dick head.  He pushed against my body and pulled my head forward so I could
suck it.  "That a boy, taste what you taste like, it's good isn't it?" He
smirked.  I could self-suck for hours. I could self-suck for hours while I
got fucked like a little bitch.  Trust me, I've done it before.

He continued to feed me my dick while my hole waited for him, and soon
enough he found his way to it, but not before he choked my dick and balls
with a leather cock ring fit for a pervert like me.  Then he fucked me.  He
shoved his dick inside without apology.  My hole popped open whether it was
ready to or not.  I was tight, but the pain was replaced with instant
pleasure the moment he was all the way in and thrusting just like a guy who
knew his rightful place in our sexual play.  He was my Dominus and I was
his sex slave.  He fucked me hard, not stopping for anything or any reason,
not even when a call came in on his cellphone.  The only thing that
mattered was battering my ass with everything that was his until I
convulsed uncontrollably and came.

Sweat dripped down my body and his.  I felt every inch of his nine and a
half inch, cut dick.  He used it as his own weapon of mass destruction,
destroying whatever tightness I had as he continued to stretch my hole
wider and wider.  He penetrated me raw, shoving his dick so far inside my
wanting body that I felt it in my spinal cord.  Maxwell was my own personal
rabid wolverine and I was his personal boy toy.  This was the sexual
greatness people spoke about between a sixteen year old and an adult.  Who
ever said man-boy sex had to be gentle?  Whoever it was... they lied.  This
was how I liked it, rough... raw... handcuffed and shackled, and I had no
intention of being set free.

He pulled out and changed the position we were in.  I remained shackled, on
my knees, blindfolded, well fucked, and ready for more.  More is exactly
what I got.  He shoved me down, doggie style position and rammed his dick
inside my asshole again, spanking me as he fucked wildly.  I felt like a
prison wife.  The only thing missing was a tattoo across my ass that said I
was his, though a tattoo wasn't necessary.  Maxwell knew I was his and so
did I.  He made no announcement when he was close to coming and I only knew
he came because he slammed hard against my body and groaned.  He grabbed me
tightly by the waist and squeezed my body as he shot his come load deep
inside my body.  If I were a woman, I would have gotten pregnant, but I'm
not so all that come was mine.

"Ugh," I moaned.  "Ugh!" I groaned.  His dick was still hard inside of me.

I felt my balls swelled up to their maximum size and pulsing, I felt my
dick throb and my dick head fill with so much blood that it really looked
like a large mushroom, I felt my stomach tighten, I felt my breathing get
heavy, I felt dizzy and hot and sweaty and ready.

"Oh god, ugh!" I groaned.  I couldn't touch myself; I didn't need to touch
myself.  In a moment like nothing I ever felt before, come spilled from my
dick like I was pissing.  I groaned from the explosion, unsure of when it
would end.  The release was more than I could handle and I collapsed with
Maxwell on top of me, exhausted, satisfied, and still wanting more...