Tough Virgin
By Montrose
Lisa toughens up and wins

Everyone saw the mounting sexual pressure between Gabe and Lisa, but no one wanted 
to say anything. They were such a mismatch, everyone was sure it would burn itself out. 
The only obvious thing they had in common was that they were both drop-dead gorgeous. 
But where Gabe was warm and worldly wise beyond his years, Lisa had an air of child-
like innocents and an aloof nature that some took as chilling.

Gabe was a college Junior, an art major, 6 feet 2 and 170 pounds - not athletic but in 
good shape. He smoked a little weed now and then, but he wasn't into anything stronger. 
He had successfully slept around quite a bit during his previous 2 years of college and 
was known as an enjoyable but unsteady commodity among the ladies of the college. 

Lisa was as fresh as a freshman girl can be. She fit the button-down image of her major in 
business - dressed attractively in a mid-length skirt, knee socks and sensible top. She was 
statuesque, standing 6 feet tall and weighing 155 pounds - a stunning hourglass figure. 
She was of Polish decent, blessed with the blonde hair and clear blue eyes of the fairer 
sort - eyes like ice. She was an avowed virgin who drank Sprite when the gang went out 
to the bar.

After two months of classes, most guys had given up on getting into Lisa's pants. 
Consciously, Gabe had, too. But he spent a lot of time talking with her when they were 
all out at the bar. 

One Friday night, Gabe was sitting close to Lisa in a quiet booth. They were whispering 
away, Lisa enjoying the attention. Amy slid into the booth on Gabe's free side. Amy 
leaned on him and bit his ear, her breast warming his arm. "I'm drunk enough Gabe, 
baby. Let's leave."

"Easy, now," Gabe chuckled. "Howz it goin, Amy?"

"It's gonna be great, once you walk me home and fuck me until I can't pull my knees 
down from my ears." Gabe smelled the orange juice from the screwdrivers she had been 
drinking, even over the froth of his beers.

Gabe petted her arm. Amy was a champion fuck, as he recalled from the many times he 
had bounced around with her, but somehow, she wasn't what he wanted that night.

"Some other time, okay?" he whispered. Lisa smiled into her Sprite, pretending to not 
hear.

"You aren't getting any from this... horse," Amy snapped - a comment she would be 
ashamed of in the morning. "She don't put out! Haven't you figured that out yet?"

Gabe's eyes grew dark. "That was fuckin' harsh."

"Nevermind, Gabe," Lisa said. "I was just leaving." She picked up her jacket.

"No, please don't," Gabe grabbed her arm. "Or if you do, let me walk you home."

"Fuck this," Amy snapped and stomped across the bar. "Plenty of guys would jump for a 
chance at me!" She grabbed the hand of John, a good friend of Gabe's, and pulled him 
toward the door. John chugged his beer and happily tagged along.

After they were gone, Lisa smiled at Gabe. "She's right, you know."

"What?"

"You're not going to get any. Not from me." Her cold blue eyes twinkled at him. 

Gabe looked down at his beer to hide his disappointment. "I respect that you want to stay 
a virgin, Lisa. I just want to be with you." He mouthed the words.

"But you're going to miss sex," Lisa pointed out, stroking his arm. "Sooner or later, 
you'll have to go home with someone like Amy, or go crazy. You can't go back to being 
a virgin. I know that much about men."

Gabe looked into Lisa's blue eyes. "Would that bother you, if I slept around?"

"Why should it?" Lisa raised an eyebrow. Her eyes froze over. "You're not my husband." 
Sometimes her cold outlook startled Gabe. He didn't know very many business majors.

"But..." Gabe was almost afraid to ask the next bit. "What if we were to... say... kiss." 
He leaned toward her.

"Just kiss?" She leaned toward him. "That would be a first for us."

"Maybe, make out." Gabe whispered shyly, their lips close together. Why did saying 
these things to fresh, wholesome Lisa make him feel like an inexperienced boy again? 
"You must have necked with a guy..."

"Sure I have," Lisa's cheeks flushed. Her eyelids lowered half way.  Her full lips parted.

They kissed. The room wobbled for Gabe, in a way that could not be accounted for by 
alcohol. Their lips parted. Lisa's eyes were still open, watching Gabe.

"Wow," they both said at once.

"Walk me home." 

Gabe grabbed both jackets.

* * *

Outside her dorm, Lisa kissed Gabe again. Her long, full-figured frame was warm against 
his. "You're good at this," Gabe said. "Damn good!" They kissed some more.

"You too, Gabe. My roommate is gone for the weekend. Come up."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Of you? I can handle you." Lisa lead Gabe to her dorm by the hand.

Up in her room, Gabe and Lisa rolled around on the floor, fully clothed, and drove each 
other mad with desire. Lisa allowed Gabe to pet her everywhere but her clam, so long as 
his hands stayed outside her clothes.

"You have a magnificent ass!" he panted as he kissed her neck and rubbed her prodigious 
buns. He was cheating a little by having his hands under her skirt, directly on her panties, 
but Lisa was too distracted to push his hands away.

"It's too big." Lisa ran her hands up and down Gabe's back and wrapped her long legs 
around his middle.

"No! It's fabulous! I wish I could eat it up!"

Lisa whispered in Gabe's ear. "I mean your penis. It's huge! That can't possibly fit inside 
a woman!"

"Does it frighten you?" Gabe asked. His cock grew stiffer at the thought.

Lisa didn't answer. She arched her back and moaned as Gabe's boner lodged within her 
camel toe. Her breathing became faster and deeper. Gabe felt her bush heat up even 
through her panties and his pants. Gabe slid his hips back and forth, slowly, watching 
Lisa get off on his bone rubbing her quim through cotton. She gasped and shuddered. She 
yelped. Her legs locked around him harder. Her hands clawed at his back. She jerked and 
cried out again, then she relaxed. A few aftershock shivers ran through her. "ohhhhhh," 
she sighed. "Oh god... Oh my."

Suddenly, Lisa rolled over and had Gabe beneath her. She sat up on him, flushed and 
breathless. "Let's... take a break," she panted. Gabe smiled at how she wasn't making 
eye contact. At how her hands kept running over his chest like they wanted to rub 
something else.

"So, you can handle me, eh?"

Lisa blushed deeper.

If she were Amy, Gabe would have forced her back to the floor and asked her if she 
really wanted a break, or if she wanted to get porked. But Lisa was different. He took the 
throbbing in his tool as a badge of honor. He would not force it on her. He wondered if he 
was the first man to see her reach orgasm. He decided he wouldn't mention the fact that 
she just had an apparent orgasm if she wasn't going to.

"You're pretty strong," he observed, changing the focus in the room. "Strong, and pretty. 
Downright gorgeous right now, with all that color in your cheeks." 

Lisa giggled self consciously, and held up her arms, making little muscles. "I am strong. I 
may be beautiful, but I'm tough too."

Gabe laughed. 

"What?" Lisa pouted, in a flirtatious way, and laid back down on top of him, pressing her 
belly into his hard-on and putting her head on his chest.. "I AM strong!"

"For a girl, sure," Gabe chuckled. "You are a beautiful Amazon."

"I could take you, mister!" Lisa teased. "That's how tough I am!"

"Oh you think so?"

"I know so."

Gabe grinned at her. "Care to make a wager on that?"

"Like what?" Lisa raised her head. She seemed intrigued.

"Ooohhh... like... uh... Like, if you can make me submit, I'll do anything you say. If I 
make you submit, you do that for me."

"Anything?" Lisa looked at him suspiciously. She sat up on his belly. The tip of his 
woody was wedged in her ass crack, but she didn't seem to notice. "Maybe we should be 
more specific first." She was blushing again.

 "Okay. Not sex... as such." Gabe wondered if she would let him hump her ass crack. No 
penetration, just up and down her crack. Maybe shoot come on the back of her head.

"Then what?"

"Well... what do you want me to do for you?" Gabe asked, hoping against hope.

Lisa looked at her closet. "My laundry! I should have done it last week."

"Laundry? Oh. Well... okay."

"And what do you want, if you win?" Lisa asked innocently.

"If I win..." Gabe thought... better to try than to wonder... but he dared not ask to hump 
her butt crack just yet. He decided on a compromise.  "If I win, you let me kiss your 
sweet bottom."

"No." said Lisa.

"Through your panties?"

Lisa considered this. Her blue eyes flashed down at Gabe.

"No hands!" promised Gabe. "I promise! Just my lips and your ass."

"Well, okay," Lisa consented. "It's not like your going to win anyway." She got up and 
held a hand down for Gabe. He took it and stood in front of her.

"Ready?" 

Lisa spread her feet and raised her hands toward Gabe. "Ready."

"One... Two... Three!" Gabe grabbed Lisa's wrist and neck and pulled her close. 

Lisa broke his hold and threw him over a hip onto the floor. Her strength surprised him, 
but he adjusted. She leaped down onto him, but Gabe managed to slide out and get one of 
her arms trapped behind her back, holding on tighter now. He drove her, face first, to the 
floor.

"Damn girl!" Gabe panted with his effort to keep Lisa contained. "You're stronger than 
you look!"

"It's not over yet!" snapped Lisa as she squirmed under Gabe. She managed to get her 
hand free and turned over. It was all Gabe could do to stay on top. He sat on her chest in 
a classic schoolgirl pin. One by one, he trapped her flailing arms under his knees.

Lisa bucked, sliding Gabe forward. His nuts plopped onto her chin. His hard chubby 
extended up past her lips, nose and eyes. He still had her pinned. She looked cross-eyed 
at the thick bulge in his pants.

He kept his groin in her face, enjoying her hot breath on his sack, even through his pants. 
She was working hard to unseat him. He had to work hard to stay where he was. All this 
fighting rubbed his cock all over her face.

Lisa swung her long legs up behind him. Gabe clamped them under his arms and leaned 
forward. This drove his erect dong harder into Lisa's face and trapped her, all tied up.

Lisa grunted and twisted, but couldn't break free.

"Just say the word, peaches."

Lisa snarled angrily.

"I can hold you like this all day."

Lisa struggled for a while longer, and then relaxed. "Okay," she moaned. "I submit. You 
win."

Gabe let go of her legs. Lisa let them fall to the floor. He slid back so he wasn't pressing 
his woody onto her face, but it was only an inch away. She was still gorgeous, despite 
how red her face was, even though she looked slightly pissed. Maybe she looked even 
better when pissed. Her blue eyes flashed so.

"So... I win?"

"That's right. You may now kiss my butt, tough guy!" Lisa snapped. "And I hope I fart in 
your face!"

"Hey, I didn't mean to..." Gabe sat back some more. "You know. In your face."

"I know," Lisa smiled wanly. "I'm not mad about you... humping my face. I asked for it 
by getting into a fight. I just don't like to loose."

Gabe got up. "Oh... well, if it's any consolation, you put up one hell of a fight."

"I'll beat you next time."

Gabe laughed. When he saw Lisa start to get pissed again he tried to stop. "Sorry. But I 
wouldn't get my hopes up, if I were you."

Lisa stood, with help from Gabe. "We'll see," she said. She turned around and raised her 
skirt. "A promise is a promise. Go ahead. You've got five minutes. Enjoy yourself."

"Oh boy! Thank you!" Gabe dropped to his knees and kissed Lisa's full, gorgeous ass. 
He licked around the edges of her panties and shoved his nose far up her ass crack, 
attempting to push it into her anus. He nibbled her cheeks. At one point, a hand raised up 
for a reach around.

"No hands," Lisa reminded him.

He clasped his hands behind his back. God, how he wanted to run them up and down her 
legs! "May I jerk off while I do this?" he asked.

"No."

She was strict about what she allowed, but Lisa turned out to be generous in her time 
estimate. It was ten minutes later before she pulled Gabe's head out of her ass by his hair.

"Party time is over. Did you like that?" she asked with a smirk.

"God yes! Can we wrestle again right now?"

 "No. You better go. I want to go to bed."

"And masturbate?" The question popped out before he even knew he would be asking it.

Lisa put her nose in the air, but blushed. "None of your business."

Gabe stood and pulled her close. He whispered in her ear. "I'll have to masturbate 
tonight. I wont get to sleep, otherwise." His hands roamed up and down her long frame. 
"I'll be thinking of you."

Lisa put her arms around his neck. "Do what you have to," she said without emotion. 
"Blast yourself in the face if it helps you sleep."

"That's cold."

Lisa raised an eyebrow. "Girl's gotta take care of herself. You're probably not the only 
man that will be pulling meat and thinking of me tonight. A virgin gets a lot of that."

"I guess. May I take a picture of you?"

Lisa considered this, then stepped back. "Go ahead."

Gabe snapped a full picture of Lisa using his phone, just standing there, fully dressed, but 
with a look on her face like she wanted his balls in her mouth. "Thank you," he said, after 
one last goodnight kiss.

* * *

On other nights, they continued to wrestle. Gabe won every time, usually after quite a 
tussle. It seemed like every weekend Gabe earned at least one more chance to stick his 
face up Lisa's virgin backside. Once, he asked about humping her ass crack. No dice. Not 
even tempted.

Then came Thanksgiving break. Everyone scattered to their respective homes and gorged 
themselves. Parents gave their kids extra sweaters and maybe a few extra dollars. 

Gabe's dad helped tune up his car with him. Other than that, he looked up an old high 
school flame. She sold him some pot and he sank his bone into her repeatedly, releasing 
weeks of pent up energy Lisa had left unused.

Lisa used her mother's gym access. She used it so much that her parents complained that 
they didn't see enough of her. But they didn't complain about her appetite. She ate more 
than anyone at the table. "I wish I could eat like you and still keep such a nice waistline," 
her mother quipped. Before she left, her mother took her shopping and bought her all new 
tops. The old ones had gotten too tight in the shoulders, chest and arms. 

Back at school, Lisa and Gabe clinked glasses, her Sprite against his beer. "It's good to 
see you again," he said. "You look even better."

Lisa flashed her wholesome smile at him. "I've been working out."

"You don't say."

"Yep."

"Care to put your new muscle to the test?" 

They left the bar early.

Back at Lisa's room, they found her roommate. Gabe knew her to enjoy a dooby now and 
then, so he tossed her a three joints and asked her to find someplace else to enjoy them. 
They didn't see any more of her that night.

"Ready?" asked Lisa, circling Gabe even as her roommate was closing the door.

Gabe laughed and fell into stance. "Are you so eager to get beat?"

"I'll take that as a yes," said Lisa. She grabbed Gabe and pulled him to her chest. She got 
his neck and one arm in a bear hug, smothering him in her tits. She shook him like a 
terrier with a rat.

Gabe tried to work his way free, but he couldn't make any headway at all. "You are 
stronger," he grunted as he fought back.

"Thanks for noticing," Lisa giggled. "These new muscles seem to be working out just 
fine!"

It felt like she was constricting him harder and harder. It felt like she would crush his 
skull on her sternum. Finally, Gabe panicked and stooped to cheating. "Wait! I wasn't 
ready!"

Lisa let him go. He fell back on his ass. His face was purple. Lisa flexed her arms. "Gabe, 
you're not getting worried, are you?"

Gabe tried to laugh as he stood, but it didn't come out. "It's just that..." his eyes darted 
around. "We haven't set the bet."

Lisa shrugged. "All right. My mom already did my laundry, but I'll let you unpack for 
me after you submit." Lisa stepped forward.

Gabe jumped back. "And if I win?"

Lisa smiled. "You want me to put more on the line? Will that motivate you?"

Gabe nodded, hoping that tonight he would have a chance at her ass crack.

"Fine. How about my virginity? If you can make me submit tonight, I'll give you my 
virginity. Deal?"

Gabe's eyes grew big. "Really?"

"It's not like you stand a chance or anything."

The insult erased Gabe's fear. "Fine. Let's see how proud you are when I'm taking you 
doggy style!" He jumped at the big girl, driving her to the wall.

Lisa broke the hold he had on her arms and turned, slamming Gabe into the wall. She put 
a shoulder into his chest and crushed the air from his lungs.

As Gabe gasped, Lisa stepped back and admired her work. "This is gonna be fun, she 
said. She put a hand on his neck and another on his belt and lifted him to the ceiling. 

"JESUS!" he yelled.

Lisa dropped him down to her shoulders and lifted him again, banging him hard against 
the dorm's cement ceiling. Then she tossed him over to her bed, where he bounced 
almost to his feet. Lisa grabbed one of his arms and pulled him upright.  "I think my 
virginity is safe tonight, don't you?" she asked him.

Gabe was too stunned to answer.

Lisa flipped Gabe over a hip and landed him on his back at her feet. He lay sprawled out, 
not even sure which way was up. "I guess I can take my time." Lisa stopped to fix her 
hair while Gabe rolled on the floor, trying to find his legs. He was almost to his hands 
and knees when she booted him in the ribs, knocking onto his back again.

She dropped down and planted her big ass on his face. "Well, looky here," she said. 
"Your gonna loose and you're still going to get to kiss my butt! Lucky day for you!"

Gabe struggled under Lisa, but couldn't move her.

"I've gained 20 pounds of muscle, Gabe. You're going to have to work harder."

After his struggles grew weak, Lisa moved back so she could see his eyes. Her panty-clad 
snatch was pressed into his mouth and nose. His air was cut off. Gabe felt Lisa's muff 
heat up on his face.

"Humiliating, isn't it?" she asked as he grew redder. "I mean, it can be enjoyable, but it is 
humiliating to be trapped under someone's groin while they get sexual pleasure from 
your predicament." 

Gabe moaned. His face grew purple.

Lisa began to gyrate her hips on Gabe's face, which gave him snatches of air. "Ohhhh... 
this feels good!" She adjusted his head so his nose went up her gash, through her panties. 
"That's it! Yeah.... Oh god!" She kept working it until she came in her panties. As her 
goo soaked from her panties onto Gabe's face, she sat, relaxing. "Yeah. That was nice."

She was smothering him again. 

Then she picked up Gabe's phone. She flipped through his pictures until she found the 
one of her. "We can do better than that," she said as she deleted it. Then she aimed the 
phone at Gabe's red face under her pie and snapped a few shots. She looked at them and 
laughed. "Yes! Much better! You look silly with my pussy on your face and veins 
sticking out of your forehead."

She sighed and put his phone down. "Are you ready to submit?" she asked.

Gabe looked up at her, fresh as a daisy and him all but passed out from lack of air. It 
would mean kissing his chance to fuck her goodbye. "Yes," he admitted. "I submit. You 
win." His voice sounded funny, rising up from under her, edged in panic.

Lisa hopped up. "Yes!" she pumped a fist. "I didn't even have to work hard!"

Gabe pealed himself off the floor. "I'll start unpacking for you."

Per instructions, Gabe carefully ironed, folded and placed Lisa's panties in a neat pile in 
the correct drawer. Same went for her socks. He ironed and hung up her new tops. He 
polished all of her shoes (12 pair). 

He grunted when he picked up a black box with silver fittings (one of three boxes). 
"Good God! What is in here?"

"Free weights. You don't think I'm gonna risk getting out of shape now that I can beat 
you up, do you?" Lisa asked.

"No, I suppose not," Gabe groaned under the influence of the weights. 

Lisa sat back with her feet up, smiling with all the innocent charm of a sunny field of 
daisies.

* * *

Gabe and Lisa saw each other around campus during the week. Lisa was agreeable, Gabe  
deferential.  The match had left him hurting for a few days.  He had gained a new respect 
for the freshman girl.

On Thursday Lisa stopped Gabe in the hall. "Pack for a road trip," she whispered. 
"You're taking me to The Falls for the weekend. I've already made reservations. We 
leave tomorrow afternoon."

"Of course," Gabe promised. First he had heard of it, but he supposed he could. He had 
made a good amount of money selling some of the weed he had come back from 
Thanksgiving with.  He could afford a night or two at the swank hotel near the falls ten 
miles from campus, imaginatively called The Falls. It was a romantic retreat with spas 
and fireplaces in the rooms and exotic food served in-room or at a posh restaurant 
overlooking the falls. 

As he watched Lisa walking away, shaking her fine ass, the thought occurred to him. Was 
she going to let him take her virginity after all? His heart raced. He leaped in the air and 
pumped his fist. Even the chance at such a thing was something to celebrate.

Gabe spent Friday skipping classes and cleaning his old car. The old bucket had never 
looked so good. It took three applications of wax to make her paint even come close to 
looking good, but he did it. He vacuumed and dusted her to hospital sterility. 

He also scored a box of condoms and breath mints.

At 4:00 PM, Lisa emerged from her dorm wearing an outfit so replete with schoolgirl 
sexuality that she should have been arrested on the spot. She walked up to Gabe and 
smiled down at him, now standing two inches taller than he in 4 inch heels.

"Are you ready to be driven mad with lust?" she asked in a husky voice.

"Oh God yes!"

Lisa laughed. "We shall see," she said, and stepped into the car. 

Gabe paid for the first night in cash. Sticker shock was heavy, but he had the scratch. Lisa 
ordered up two lobsters and a spinach salad. Gabe added a bucket of oysters and another 
of champaign. He was beside himself with glee when they were finally alone in their 
opulent room. 

"We may not see the light of day for the next two days," he whispered in her ear as he 
slid up behind her and nuzzled her neck. His cock pounded against her ass. His hands 
wrapped around her belly.

Lisa planted a hard elbow in his stomach. Gabe fell to his knees, gasping. Lisa didn't 
even look at him. She strolled over and locked the door. Then she drew the drapes. Then 
she unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor. "We need to get a few rules worked 
out," she said, now standing in front of Gabe in her panties, heels and blouse. "I am going 
to have fulfilling sex, over and over this weekend. I'm going to climax repeatedly, until I 
can't stand it any more. You, on the other hand, are going to help me reach those heights 
with no thought to your own pleasure. I will not let you come, even once, all weekend. 
Do you understand me?"

Gabe began to stand, but Lisa but a firm hand on his shoulder. She stood waiting for an 
answer. "I... I don't think I do," he replied.

"I will make you get me off. But you will not penetrate me, nor will you reach orgasm. 
That is an order. Is that plain enough?"

Gabe pushed her hand off his shoulder and stood. "Look, I've been pretty damn patient 
with you up to now. I think..."

He was interrupted by Lisa's open-handed slap to the side of his face. It knocked him 
back two steps. While he recovered from the pain and the shock, she began unbuttoning 
her blouse, smiling calmly. "I will allow no insubordination."

"Why you!" Gabe charged at Lisa and knocked her backwards onto the bed. Lisa grabbed 
his wrists and clamped her legs around his middle. Gabe struggled but couldn't pull his 
hands free. Soon, he realized that Lisa was constricting him with her legs - making it 
hard for him to breath. His ribs creaked under the pressure. "Oh god!" he whimpered.

Lisa's eyes sparked as she watched Gabe grow weaker. She let go of his arms and pulled 
his face into her chest, making it even harder for him to breath. "And here I thought you 
were bright," she said. "Haven't you learned who is in charge?"

"I give!" Gabe called from deep within her cleavage. "You win!"

"Of course I do."

"Please let go!"

"Why?"

Gabe didn't know what to say to that. Was she going to kill him? That didn't make sense.

Suddenly she let go and shoved Gabe to the floor. Gabe sucked in air. Lisa pulled off her 
top and dropped it on him. She pulled off her panties and dropped them on his face. Gabe 
looked up from the floor to see Lisa's bush for the first time, way up on top of her legs. 
And even farther up, her hooters rocked regally. Above that was her smile. Her hands 
rested on her round hips.

"Like what you see?"

"You are magnificent!" Gabe gasped.

"Don't you wish you could have me?"

Gabe's heart pounded at the thought. He couldn't answer. There stood the most alluring 
woman he had ever seen, naked, and he was powerless to take her.

"Well, at least you can serve me. That should be a consolation." She walked over to a 
wingback chair and sat. She crossed a leg and kicked a foot, still wearing her heels and 
knee socks, the only things she had on. She picked up a lobster and cracked it open with 
her hands. She pulled out a glob of meat and sucked it into her full mouth. Butter dripped 
down her cleavage. "Take off my shoes and massage my feet."

Gabe crawled over and removed her shoe, then her sock. She wiggled her toes in his face. 
They stank, but he licked the ball of her foot anyway. He rubbed her foot as she ate. 
When she moved on to the second lobster, she also presented Gabe with her other foot.

Gabe's stomach rumbled.

"Oh, are you hungry?" Lisa asked in a sweet voice as she slurped up the last of the 
second lobster.

Gabe nodded as he continued to rub her foot.

Lisa parted her legs. She stuck her finger into melted butter, then she slid it into her 
exposed lap clam. Smiling down at Gabe she pointed to her dripping quim and said, "Eat 
this." Then she picked up one of the oysters he ordered and sucked it up.

Gabe crawled up between her thighs, turn by needs. Licking this holy grail of cunts was a 
thrill for him, but he was starving. He considered ho easily Lisa had just handled him and 
decided to do as told.

After she came hard, Gabe dared to look up. The dishes were empty of all but shells, 
exoskeletons, lemon slices and butter cups. "You ate my oysters," he whimpered.

"Only fair," sighed Lisa, relaxing in the chair with her come dripping onto the cushion. 
"You ate my clam."

Gabe's stomach rumbled again.

"Poor baby." Lisa put on her fake pouty face. "Is him hungry?"

Gabe nodded.

"Would you like some more clam?" She shoved his face back into her snatch. Gabe 
licked up the protean rich juices dripping out of her and worked on her until she supplied 
him with more.

"OH! Such a good boy!" she moaned after she came again. "At this rate, you'll make me 
come more often on this weekend than I've ever come so far in my life!" Her breathing 
was heavy. Gabe could tell she was only getting started. She put a foot on his shoulder 
and knocked him to the floor. "Take off your pants," she snarled.

Gabe smiled as he pulled off his pants and boxers. Few woman have been able to control 
themselves when faced with his tool and bag. As Lisa herself had said when she first felt 
it through his pants, "It's huge!" He let it wave free under her appreciative gaze.

She slid off the chair, hypnotized by his swaying bone. She reached out with trembling 
fingers and grabbed it. Her two hands on his shaft still left plenty of cock sticking up in 
her face. "Holy shit!" she gasped.

Gabe smiled more broadly. Finally, he thought. She going to try and suck on it, then 
she'll beg to have it up her gash.

Lisa crawled forward and pressed the length of his bone onto her twat lips. She held the 
tip of his cock like the head of a cane. She rubbed it back and forth. It felt good to Gabe, 
but he could see it felt even better to her. With Lisa in charge of his cock, she came on his 
shaft, then mounted to an instant second orgasm, and then a third.

She collapsed onto him, panting and gushing juice onto his testicles.

"Wow!" she panted.

Gabe's stomach rumbled again. "I'm getting weak," he whimpered. "Don't know how 
much linger I can keep it up."

"Food! You need food!" Lisa crawled to the phone and dialed room service. "More 
oysters! A double order! STAT!" She slammed the phone down and leaped onto Gabe, 
driving him to the floor.


They kissed. "Thank you," he said.

"Don't thank me. I'm only refueling you so that you may serve my purposes. I mustn't let 
my slave grow weary when he has so much work ahead."

* * *

Anyone watching Lisa hump up and down on Gabe in the hot tub would have been sure 
they were fucking. But, under the waves, she was actually sliding up and down on his 
bone, without inserting it.

Gabe had to admit, it felt great, but so had so many previous hours of play.  The trouble 
was, if he began to mount to orgasm, Lisa stopped and calmed him back down. He tried 
reaching climax while she was distracted with her own, but she only cuffed him in the 
face for his trouble and kept going. 36 hours later and he was just about ready to chew his 
own nuts off, they hurt so from blue ball and rough treatment.

Around midnight of their second night, Gabe lost control. He was on his knees licking 
Lisa's asshole while she ate ice cream when he leaped upon her and aimed his throbbing 
knob at her dripping gash.

Lisa had been half lulled into sleep and was caught unaware. She screamed and dropped 
the ice cream. Gabe pushed - he felt his cock touching her lap lips. He shoved as she 
pushed him back. His cock separated her lips.

"Oh my," she groaned.

Gabe pushed forward, digging his toes into the carpet as Lisa lay on the bed under him. 
He made small progress - just enough to burry his dick-head up her clam. It felt hot and 
tight.

Lisa was panting, breathing deep, her cheeks flushed.

"Give in, baby!" Gabe grunted. "You know you want it!"

"God yes, I do," she moaned. Then she flipped him onto his back and climbed up into a 
schoolgirl pin, her wet muff draining onto his face. "But it aint gonna happen, pretty 
boy."

Gabe fought like a madman. He managed to scurry out from under the big girl. He was 
behind her. He threw a shoulder into her back, knocking her onto her hands and knees. 
He aimed his bone at her clam again and attempted to mount her doggy style. He would 
have succeeded if she hadn't slithered out from under him as his cock made contact.

She grabbed a fist full of his hair and banged his face into her knee. She let him fall.

He got up and leaped onto her leg, humping like a dog.

Lisa laughed. "I told you, you would go crazy if you didn't fuck!" She punched him in 
the face. Gabe kept humping. She punched him again and again. When he fell backwards, 
out cold, there was a smile on his face. And there was a slime trail on Lisa's left thigh.

"Why you fuck!" Lisa snarled. She kicked him in the nuts.

Gabe went fetal with a whimper.

"Lick that off or I'll get mean!"

Fighting to raise himself from the floor, Gabe managed to raise his mouth up to Lisa's leg 
and suck his own come off her creamy thigh. When he was done, Lisa lifted him up by 
the throat.

"So, that was all you could take, eh? You just had to come." She raised a knee up into his 
nuts. "Was it worth it? Huh?" She kneed him again. "Was it? Answer me!"

Gabe squeaked pitiably. 

Lisa threw him head first into the hot tub, which was still full. He landed with his 
stomach on the edge and his legs dangling out, driving the air from him. He pulled his 
head up and gasped, but she pushed it back under. She sat on his back and kept his head 
under with her feet. Every so often she let him up to breath, but not nearly as often as he 
would have liked. He struggled frantically. Every time he got his head above water he 
could hear her giggling.

After a while she got up and threw him out of the tub. He landed flat on his back on the 
floor. She strolled over and dropped her ass on his belly. When his head popped up 
blowing air, she backhanded it back to the floor. She didn't need to trap his arms under 
her legs. He was too beat to move.

"I guess this is the end, then," she said as she checked a broken nail. She chewed off a 
piece and spit it onto his face. "We're through. Don't even try to speak with me again. 
When I get up, you may give me your car keys and money, and then you may leave." She 
stood.

Gabe still lay flat. She booted him in the ribs. "MOVE!"

Gabe crawled over to his pants and got his cash and keys. He crawled back and placed 
them between Lisa's feet.

"Now go." 

He crawled back to his clothes and dressed. Lisa was relaxing on the big bed and clicking 
through TV channels as he closed the door.

* * *

On campus, friends asked Gabe what happened to his face and his car. One was battered, 
the other missing. He said it was robbers. No, he couldn't describe them, he was too high 
at the time. They felt bad for him and bought him beer. Amy told him she would have 
given him a sympathy fuck, but she and John were an item now.

Lisa continued to be the school virgin and beauty queen, all happy smiles and sensible 
shoes. She was praised for making a $1,500 donation to the freshman class charity drive, 
about the book value of Gabe's missing car.

And she kept working out. As she grew stronger, Gabe grew more timid. By the end of 
that year, if he saw her walking down a sidewalk, he knew to stand in the mud, off to one 
side, bowing his head until she passed. 

But at night, he pulled up those images on his phone - the ones she had taken of her muff 
on his face - and jerked off until he came all over himself.