Turning the Tables

Kali was a cock-tease.

Her female friends at Wilbury College would have done anything to avoid the epithet, but Kali didn’t mind it. In fact, she embraced the label. She loved the sense of power it gave her, loved being in control. Truth be told, teasing cock also made her horny as hell, but no one else needed to know that. And if she had to take care of her own needs afterwards, well, that was a small price to pay for putting the little pricks in their places.

Take last Saturday, for example. She picked up a freshman at a campus dance and, after doing the bump-and-grind for the better part of an hour, invited him back to her room. She could see by the expression on his face that he thought he’d won the lottery\’that he was already imagining how he would brag to his friends the next day that he’d bedded a hot senior. She had to stifle a smile as she unlocked the door to her room.

Once inside, she’d let him undo her bra and feel her up. Then she’d taken off her capris and held his hand against her crotch for a moment to show him how wet she was. And after urging him to take off his jeans and boxers, she’d also played with his balls for a minute and brushed his cock lightly with her fingers.

And then, when she was sure his balls were aching and his cock was throbbing, she’d let him have it.

“You know, I’m feeling pretty tired,” she’d said abruptly, giving his cock a final squeeze before letting it drop. “You’d better leave now.”


The expression on their faces was always the same and always priceless: a combination of shock, dismay, and bewilderment. This one’s mouth hung open like that of a befuddled cartoon character.

“I’m going to bed,” she’d continued, all-business now, “so put on your boxers and hit the road.”

“But. . .”

Before he could protest further, she’d had him dressed and was bundling him out of the room. As she closed the door, Kali noticed that his erection was making an unsightly bulge in his pants.

“I bet he stumbled into the nearest bathroom and whacked off in a stall,” she told a friend the next day while regaling her with the story of her latest victim.

“I don’t know, Kali,” Liz had said, shaking her head. “It seems kind of mean.”

Kali waved a hand dismissively. “They’re only getting what they deserve.”

Kali hadn’t always been a cock-tease. During her last two years of high school and first semester at Wilbury, she’d had her fair share of cock, as she liked to put it. But then she’d had a series of experiences that left an indelible impression on her.

On three different occasions as a freshman, she’d had sex with male students who seemed like genuinely nice guys. They’d told her how much they liked her and swore they were looking for more than a one-time hookup. And on all three occasions these seemingly nice guys had stopped talking to her the day after they fucked her.

She’d been upset at first\’had even cried on more than one occasion. But the more she thought about these incidents, the angrier she got. Kali had never been one to take defeat lying down. She was determined to get her revenge. And as she contemplated what these three guys had done to her, she got an idea. She was going to turn the tables on them.

And she did. Over the next three years she left so many guys high and dry that she lost count of the number. Sometimes she imagined a chart with tiny images of erect penises to represent each of her conquests and laughed out loud.

The dance had already been going for an hour when Kali arrived with her friends Liz and Ellie. They’d had a couple of beers back in the dorm, and she was feeling a mild but pleasant buzz. She immediately began to scan the dance floor for her next victim.

“Hey, Kali, that guy’s staring at you,” Liz said.

Kali turned her head in the direction Liz was looking. It took her a moment to locate the guy on the other side of the dance floor, but when she did her stomach gave a little flip. He was tall with broad shoulders, curly black hair, and dark, penetrating eyes. And he was, indeed, staring at her.

“Have either of you seen this guy before?” Kali asked, holding his gaze in a meaningful way before turning back to her friends.

“He’s in one of my classes,” Ellie replied. “He’s a junior named Jason Wolfe. He transferred to Wilbury at the start of the semester.”

“I may have to give him a special welcome,” Kali said with a smile.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Kali,” Ellie said nervously. “He seems awfully sure of himself. And if the rumors I’ve heard are true, he’s already seduced half the girls in my history class.”

“Even better,” Kali said. “I like a challenge. Lately it’s been like shooting fish in a barrel.”

“Hello, there.”

Kali turned to find herself staring into Jason Wolfe’s smiling face. She felt an unsettling wave of heat in her loins but managed to keep her composure.

“Can I help you?” she asked coolly.

“I saw you staring at me across the room, so I thought I’d come over and say hello.”

Arrogant puppy, Kali thought to herself. She was going to enjoy toying with this one.

“I think it was the other way around,” she pointed out, “but now that you’re here you may as well tell me what you want.”

At that moment the next song started up. Jason glanced at the DJ and then back at Kali. “Dance?” he asked, holding out his hand.

The way he said it made it sound as if he was doing Kali a favor. She made a point of looking around deliberately before she answered.

“I don’t see any better offers at the moment,” she replied tartly, “so I guess you’ll have to do.”

Jason took her hand and led her out to the dance floor. Ellie was right, Kali realized after a few minutes. Jason Wolfe was very sure of himself. Although she tried to stir him up in the usual ways\’pushing her pelvis against his crotch, rubbing her hand on his chest\’she couldn’t rid herself of the uneasy feeling that he was the one who was actually in control. She was also feeling aroused in a way that was unsettling.

“Stop it,” she told herself, pushing these thoughts away. She reminded herself what she would do to Jason when she got him back to her room and began to feel a return of her usual confidence. Let him believe he’s in control, she thought with a smirk. It would only make him more frustrated when she cut him off.

It was close to 1:00 when Kali led Jason down the narrow hall to her dorm room. When they reached her door, she pulled his face down to hers with both hands and gave him a lingering kiss, slipping her tongue between his lips. Then she gave him her best “come hither” look and unlocked the door.

She threw her keys onto her desk and was about to turn around when Jason took hold of her waist and steered her to the wall. He grabbed her hands and pulled her arms up until they were over her head. Then he slid his hands underneath her shirt and found her bra strap. Before she even had time to protest, he was massaging her bare breasts, rubbing her erect nipples with his thumbs.

“You have beautiful tits,” he murmured in her ear, “big and firm.”

Kali could feel her panties growing moist and was annoyed at the impact Jason’s words were having on her. She was aware of how strong and sure his hands were. She was also aware that she could hear herself panting. She needed to change the dynamic of this encounter\’and fast.

She twirled around and pushed Jason away playfully with both hands.

“Let’s get those pants off,” she said breezily, reasserting control. “Now.”

While Jason stripped off his jeans, Kali took off her shirt and bra. She might as well let him get an eyeful of her tits so he could think about what he was missing later. She rubbed them with both hands and then lifted her right breast to her mouth so she could lick the nipple. She was gratified to see she had his full attention now.

Moving closer, she reached out her hand and brushed it against the crotch of his underwear. She was startled to discover how large and hard he seemed beneath the thin layer of cotton, and she became aware of a faint pulsing between her legs. Keep focused, girl, she reminded herself.

You’re in control now.

Sensing her advantage, she moved her hand down to Jason’s thigh and slid it up the leg hole of his boxers. Then she slipped it behind his balls so that she could rub his perineum with all four fingers while brushing the back of his scrotum at the same time. In her experience, this maneuver turned the average college guy into a glassy-eyed piece of putty that she could manipulate at will.

Jason already seemed to be getting that vacant stare with which she’d become so familiar. What had she been worried about? He was just another clueless guy.

Perhaps lulled by these thoughts into a sense of overconfidence, Kali wasn’t ready for Jason’s next move. Stepping forward suddenly, he picked her up as if she was a feather and moved her over to the bed. When he put her down, he slipped his knee between her legs, keeping her slightly off the floor and up on her toes. As she struggled to get a foothold, her crotch rubbed back and forth across his knee, triggering a wave of intense heat. To her dismay, she let out a low whimpering noise.

Kali was relieved, a moment later, when Jason lowered her to the floor. But before she could regain her balance, he undid her jeans and pulled them down to her ankles. Then he picked her up again and deposited her onto the bed. She fell back onto her elbows and reflexively twisted the lower half of her body to the side so that her knees were pressed tightly together. With two hard tugs, Jason pulled her jeans the rest of the way off and threw them onto the floor.

Kali was badly rattled now. Jason seemed to have taken complete command of their encounter, and she was aware that the faint pulse between her legs had become a steady throb. Stay calm, she told herself. You can do this.

But when she looked up, she found herself staring at Jason’s fully erect cock. It was both thick and long, and try as she might Kali couldn’t tear her eyes away. Jason smiled, as if aware of the impact he was having on her. He stepped forward and began to stroke her leg lightly with his fingers.

“Do you want to know what’s going to happen in a few minutes?” he asked.

He spoke quietly, but his voice had a smooth, almost hypnotic quality to it.

“What?” Kali found herself asking, her voice husky.

“In a few minutes, you’re going to be kneeling on the bed without your panties. I’m going to be kneeling behind you rubbing my cock back and forth against your pussy. All you’re going to be able to think about is how much you want my cock inside you.”

Kali had closed her eyes when Jason started talking and was doing her best to ignore his words.

“You’re awfully sure of yourself,” she said in what she hoped was a sneer, but her words sounded weak even to her own ears.

As hard as she tried to think about something else, she kept visualizing in vivid detail the scene Jason was describing. She imagined herself on all fours with her legs spread and no panties. She imagined his big cock pushing against her opening.

Distracted by this thought, Kali didn’t notice when Jason’s fingers tightened around her ankle. With one smooth motion, he suddenly lifted her left leg straight up, pulled it across her body, and stepped between her thighs. With a cry of surprise, she slipped off her elbows onto her back. Although she struggled to close her legs again, Jason held her left ankle firmly in place. In any case, his body was in the way now.

Kali realized what was about to happen. “Wait. . .” she began, but it was too late. Jason’s left hand flashed forward and found the crotch of her panties, which by this time were soaking wet.

His strong fingers massaged and probed her pussy, and the throbbing there grew even stronger.
It was getting hard to think straight\’hard to concentrate on anything beyond the sensation between her legs\’but Kali made a final effort to pull herself together. As much as she wanted Jason inside her, she couldn’t let him win like this, she told herself, couldn’t face that look of triumph he would have afterwards.

With a tremendous effort, she struggled back onto her elbows, making sure not to look at Jason’s cock. If she could just push herself up into a sitting position, she could brush his hand away\’could seize control again.

As if reading her mind, Jason snaked his fingers around the waistband of her panties and slipped his hand inside. He quickly found her opening and slid his middle finger into her dripping cunt. The next moment his thumb found her clit, which he began to rub in a smooth, circular motion.

Kali struggled a moment longer before sinking back onto the bed. She was vaguely aware of the high-pitched whimpering noise she was making as she felt the last remnants of her will drain away. Whereas a few minutes earlier she was fighting to close her legs, she was now fighting to spread them as wide as possible, pushing her crotch against Jason’s hand to increase the friction. The only thing that mattered to her now was satisfying the intense hunger between her legs.

When Jason slid Kali’s panties off a few minutes later, she made no attempt to protest. Nor did she protest when he flipped her over onto her stomach. And when he put his hands on her hips and pulled her into a kneeling position, she scrambled up quickly, pumping her hips in eager anticipation.

The next moment she felt something big and hard brush against her pussy. Jason ran his cock back and forth in her wet slit, occasionally letting the head slip into her opening.

“Jesus Christ, fuck me!” Kali begged.

“I’d like to,” Jason said, “but you have to make a promise first.”

“Anything!” she wailed.

“You have to promise me that you won’t tease any more cock at Wilbury.”

So he knew about her reputation. Earlier in the evening, Kali would have laughed in his face. Now she didn’t give it a second’s thought.

“I promise,” she said.

“What do you promise?” Jason persisted, slipping the head of his cock in and out of her once more.

“I promise I won’t tease any more cock!”

“Good girl,” Jason said. He hesitated for a moment and then slid the full length of his shaft into her cunt. Kali thought she’d never felt anything so delicious in her entire life, and she pumped her hips in time to his thrusts for several minutes. After they’d been fucking a while, Jason began to brush her nipples with the palms of his hands and then let his right hand drift down between her legs. He found her swollen clit with his middle finger and played with it until she began to come in wave after wave of intense pleasure.

Kali was true to her word. She never teased cock at Wilbury again. She was far too busy riding Jason’s.

Clive Dixon

An English teacher in a former life, Clive Dixon now works as a psychotherapist. When not listening to his clients talk about their sex lives, he writes erotic and other fiction. His stories have also appeared in Clean Sheets and Penthouse Variations.

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