“You are such a pig!” she exclaimed. But she stayed where she was as I pumped myself against her.
I pulled her hand behind her to where she could feel my dick as I moved against her. She made only a token effort to avoid my cock.
I kissed and licked her neck. I drove my tongue into her ear. At the same time I was pushing my dick into her hand.
“I think you’re a hypocrite. Mandy.” I murmured. “You complain but you are pushing your ass back against me right now! And you seem to have a grasp on my dick with your hand, too, Mandy.” I chuckled as I watched her blush. But she didn’t let go of my dick either!
“I think you like my big cock. I think you like the way it feels in your hand. That’s what I think, Mandy!” I pushed my sweat pants down to my knees and now she was grasping my naked dick!
“Pig!” was her only response but her hand was moving quicker now than it had before.
“I’m going to cum if you don’t stop, Mandy. But you don’t want to stop, do you? You want to see how far I can shoot and how much you can get me to shoot, don’t you?”
“No! Pig! I don’t want to see you erupt! I don’t want to see how far you can blow your load! I don’t care how much you can cum!” She was practically sobbing. But she was still stroking me faster and faster. And she was looking down at my cock while she spoke!
“I don’t care how long or how thick your dick is! It doesn’t impress me that I can’t close my hand around your hard on! Ugh, Ugh, Um!” she reacted as my dick started to spurt! I shot out at least seven or eight times before I was done.
Without a word I pulled my pants up, tuned and left. I stopped at the door and looked back. Mandy was looking at her hand where my cum was dripping from her fingers. As I watched she raised her hand to her face and took a deep breath. Tentatively her tongue came out and she lightly licked her fingers. Then she slowly inserted her fingers into her mouth one at a time and slurped up all my sperm. Her eyes were closed as she worked. It sure looked as if she liked it!
From then on I took every chance to press myself against her pert butt. I would slot my dick between her cheeks and rub myself up and down, back and forth. She would call me a pig. She would tell me to stop. But she didn’t try to move away. And she seemed to respond by not only handling my cock but also by arching her back to increase the pressure against her ass!
That became out routine. I would press myself against her butt a couple of times a day. She would protest but she never made a real attempt to escape when I would pump my big dick between her butt cheeks. In fact, she would grip my dick as I moved and she forced her self against me! Her back would arch and she would wiggle herself against me.
And she would jack me off! She did it every time! If my cock wasn’t out in the open she would pull it out. Then she would grab hold and stroke and stroke until I blew my load! She would direct my output onto her butt or she would watch as I painted what ever was in front of us. She was having to constantly wipe off the kitchen counter and cabinets. Or the washer and dryer. And most of the time she would lick off her hands to clean off what ever I had deposited on them. Which was a lot!