The Man of the House

Chapter 113

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After making my declaration, I plunged my dick into Abby with a single purposeful thrust. It was so sudden after I had been teasing her that the vaginal walls constricted on my dick tightly, and her eyes creased as she closed them in sexual agony. Her body seemed to shake with pleasure, but if I was going to start going east on her, then I wasn’t being the man. I buried my cock fully inside her. Any feelings she might have had that she was being dominated by a man seemed to flee her face at the feeling of her womb being filled by my cock.

I enjoyed the wet, warm feeling of her wet throbbing pussy with my cock. My hands reached out and grabbed her chest, rubbing it to my desire. Female chests were seemingly neglected in this world. They thought nothing of displaying them, and men thought nothing of satisfying them, so no matter what girl it was when I start pulling and squeezing on her nipples, I couldn’t help but enjoy the noises she made as she felt feelings most girls in this world were neglect.

“Ahhn… nnn… N-noah…” She moaned through clenched teeth.

Perhaps she would have asked me not to be so rough, but in a world where men acted like women and vice versa, that would probably hit on her pride. As aggressive as Abigail tried to act before, she could only lie back and take it or risk hurting her pride as a woman. After all, what man would complain that his woman was too sexually wild in bed? In the same respect, I could do anything I wanted to Abigail, and she would take it. It was one of those great benefits of being in this world.

My dick started to shove in and out of her, impaling her repeatedly. I already started thrusting with full slaps that didn’t hold back. Abigail was not some virgin anymore, but a perverted little slut. Each time I thrust into her, it was enough force that the weight of her breast pushed up. I could feel them bouncing in the palm of my hands and it only made me want to squeeze and pull on her nipples even harder while I pounded her.

Abigail’s body couldn’t deny the pleasure she was feeling either. Each time I thrust, I could hear her become wetter and dirty. The wet slaps as my balls slapped against her crotch and groin pressed against her glistening wet clitoris only became juicier and juicier. Getting her worked up had worked well because as soon as I gave her what she wanted, she started cumming on command. Although her teeth were closed tightly and she was trying to prevent them from showing her state, I could feel the rhythmic contractions of her pussy around my cock.

“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” She let out, her eyes shut tightly and her mouth open.

The cute expressions on her face that had become completely devoid of the domination and insolence she had shown before only caused my excitement to the peak. I felt my vigor increasing several times, and picked up the pace, thrusting past her engorged folds, pounding her twitching cunt even through her orgasm. Her hands had been raking the carpet underneath us as she fought against the pleasure and agony, but it was no longer enough to help her keep control, so she reached up and grabbed my arms which were still playfully holding her nipples.

I had pulled her nipples up, and her breasts had become almost like a teepee. Whenever I thrust into her, the fatty material bounced, her nipples being pulled up and down where my fingers held them in place. Her hands began to tighten on my arms, the nails digging in. She wasn’t trying to hurt me. Lost in her pleasure, she seemed to be oblivious to what she was doing. This continued to egg me on, and I used the pain in my arms to keep myself from releasing too early. Inadvertently, her actions were only delaying her sexual torment.

I continued to fill and stretch her warm, tight pussy. I had tasted the pussy of women of a variety of ages now, and there were definite advantages and disadvantages to both. An experienced woman had control of her vaginal muscles, and she would use them to please the man she was with. She was more focused on his pleasure. I didn’t know if that was because women in this world were the equivalent of men, or if older women in my world also tended to care about their partner’s pleasure more than their own.

All I knew was that a younger girl like Abigail was a bit more selfish and focused. Once she started feeling good, she forgot about her partner, and as for technique, she didn’t possess any other than to hump wildly and hope. However, that tight teenage pussy was something most adult women didn’t possess. Whether it was the still developing shape of their bodies, or the intense hormones raging through them, there was something more wild and sloppy about a teenage girl. If I tried to say which I preferred, the experience of an adult woman, or the tight and wild body of a teenager, I wouldn’t be able to say. They were merely two different types that I got to enjoy.

As I continued to thrust into her, the friction and pressure of my cock were growing too much. I could feel her back arcing as she was unable to hold back the intense feeling ripping through her. Her clenched teeth finally slipped open, and she started letting out long and incoherent moans.

“Ahhh… ahhh… ahhh… gghhaaaaa….” She cried out as her body contorted in pleasure.

I brushed away some hair that had fallen on her cheek, and then I brought my lips down to her. As if she was a hungry bird finding substances, her mouth quickly closed and she desperate and sloppily tried to kiss me. Her mouth was still letting out the moans though. Once the flood gates had been opened, she no longer could resist. She let out moan after moan as her pussy seemed to grow impossibly tight.

It was to the point where my cock couldn’t pull in and out of her as easily anymore. I was worried the next time I pulled out, I wouldn’t be able to get it back in, so I did the only thing I could and shoved my dick as deep into her as I could get it. With her wet lips pressed against mine and her throat letting out pained moans, I felt her body writhe under me. She was having a full-blown orgasm, the kind that couldn’t be resisted and couldn’t be stopped.

Her back had arched so much that I finally had to pull away from her breasts. My dick would have flopped out as the angle of entry began to change too much. My only choice was to reach down and grab those thick hips and then pull, forcing my dick to remain tucked inside her deeply. Thankfully, her hands had desperately left my arms and grabbed onto my head. Her hands savagely grabbed at my hair, like she was falling and holding on for dear life while she kissed me desperately and sloppily, her tongue wiggling in my mouth with reckless abandon.

Her body seemed to vibrate as she reached the crescendo of her orgasm, and I could feel her pussy pulsating wildly against my dick. I could feel a flush of moisture gush out around my dick, and the contractions seemed to reach a rhythmic point where my dick was being squeezed so hard, I did think it would pop out if I didn’t have such a grip on her hips. Her hands, as if they still didn’t know where they should be, had reached down and grabbed the back of my hands, as if she was trying to tell me to keep holding on and to never let my dick fall from her naughty cunt.

The experience probably only lasted a few moments, but it felt like this orgasm had been going on for minutes. When the arch in her back finally dissipated and she collapsed back down on the ground, she was covered in a slick sheen of sweat like she had just had the workout of her life. Of course, she had just lied there and I had been the one doing all the work, but I wasn’t going to complain about it. When our lips finally broke, a thick stream of saliva running from my lips to her open panting mouth, Abigail could say nothing. Her chest heaved with each breath as she struggled to recover.

Usually, I came at the same time as the girl. I didn’t know if this was usual, but it was common for me. Yet, despite her tight pussy’s savage attempts to milk my cock, I had managed to remain cum-free. I had been focused so much on her, that I hadn’t considered my own body and my pleasure. I didn’t hate that though. This might have been a world where women were just expected to cum and men were usually the focus in the sexual experience, but I felt like there was something particularly mainly about making sure that the woman left sexually satisfied.

“D-did you cum?” She asked as soon as her breath recovered enough, a slight look of embarrassment in her eyes.

Part of me almost said yes, just so that this moment wasn’t dampened by the fact I hadn’t finished inside her. However, I quickly realized that lying about such a thing was probably normal for the men of this world, and that wasn’t the kind of man that I wanted to be.

“I haven’t.” I gave an honest answer instead. “Are you going to finish me off?”

I looked up and down her body. Other than being sweaty, Abigail’s hair had somehow become a mess. Her breasts were red from all of the pushing and pulling on them, and as my dick flopped out of her cunt, I could see it had become a wet, dripping mess. There was none of the familiar white goop leaking out, but Abigail had seemingly dirtied herself enough of her own.

I wasn’t sure how Abigail would react to being told she had failed to arouse my dick. Would she be annoyed? Angry? Ashamed? After examining her body, my eyes landed on Abigail’s face, waiting for an answer. Her eyes looked away cutely.

“I-I’ll take care of it.”

Compared to the teasing, perverted little vixen from before, Abigail had become rather demure after getting her orgasm. I laughed, sitting back on my butt and spreading my legs. My dick was still rock hard and shot from between my legs like I had grown a third one. As Abigail saw me waiting, she began to move, but it was immediately obvious by her jerky movements that her pussy was still climaxing. Just the act of getting up and moving caused her pussy to clamp down several times, devoid of the cock that it wanted so desperately.

Yet, she had her orgasm, and it was her turn to satisfy me. Abigail got on all fours and then crawled between my legs. Her eyes were focused entirely on my cock, like it was the most important thing to her. She reached back and pulled her hair up. There was a hairband that had been lying on the floor nearby, and she used it to tie her hair back in a ponytail. Then, she hovered her head up over my cock. It was still wet and filthy with her juices.

If porn was to be believed, most women would happily suck a dick that just came from their pussy. Meanwhile, most guys wouldn’t eat a pussy that had been cummed inside. If the opposite held, then it stood to reason that such an act was a little gross for Abigail. Most of the time, it was the heat of the moment, and the girls went along with the moment, but it was clear such a thought came to Abigail. I decided to help her along.

I reached out and grabbed her head and then pushed it down onto my cock. “Bon appetit.”