Young Stud ***** Older Girl On A BetBack in the early days of the punk-revolution i used to work as a roadie/soundman for various local bands. One of them was an all-girl punk band. The band leader, Marcy, was openly bi-sexual but always boasted that she preferred women because very few men actually managed to give her proper *******. At an after-gig party some young punk (turns out he was barely legal) who had taken an obvious fancy to Marcy was trying vainly to chat her up all night. She finally tried to dampen his ardour by proclaiming that no man could satisfy her properly let alone some young pup like him. This was done very loudly in front of the assembled partiers so as to maximize his embarrassment. Instead of slinking away with his tail between his legs he stood up to her and boldly proclaimed that he had a very big **** and he knows how to **** women. He boasted that he could **** her dry. She was impressed by his boldness and took the challenge inviting him to come with her to one of the bedrooms. She told him that if he failed she would make sure everyone knew how pathetic he was.
They adjourned to the room and behind closed doors they acted on the challenge. The party carried on but more than a few ears (mine included) listened in on Marcy and the young "stud" . Everyone was well acquainted with Marcy's reputation as a woman lover and man-eater. She had made very public mockery of many a failed suitor. I always suspected she actually despised men and bedded them mainly so she could humiliate them.
Anyway the noise eminating from the bedroom was relatively sedate at first. You could hear the sounds of bouncing squeeking bed but little else. Within a few minutes though Marcy was making very distinct sounds of pleasure (rather doubt she would be faking it) I highly suspect she was trying very hard to suppress her reactions but it seemed the young punk was definitely making an impression. I still expected him to shoot his load well before he truly rocked marcy's boat. However I went away to have a **** and fetch a drink and when I returned not only was he still obviously pounding away Marcy was considerably more audible in her response. She continued to get louder and louder in her cries as he ****** her hard for at least another 20 minutes. He suddenly shouted "beg for it! come on Beg for it! and she meekly at first uttered "**** Me" please **** me" but he demanded she say it louder she gradually increased her pitch until between loud gasps and cries she was practically shouting "**** ME! **** ME! **** ME! i'm *******! Oh! I'm *******!! - From that point on for the next few minnutes she was screaming and crying in obvious pleasure as he ****** the living daylights out of Marcy. Then there was silence. The audience (which include everyone at the party who could cram into the hallway near the bedroom) was starting to disperse when the door flew open and the naked and very proud looking young stud strolled to the toilet at the other end of the hall. His (indeed very impressive) almost limp **** swung between his legs as he unabashedly made his way passed the dumb struck onlookers.
I (and a couple of other guys) took the liberty of cracking the bedroom door to peer in on the "vanquished" marcy. She lay in the pale light of the bedside lamp on her back, legs spread wide still softly moaning but immobile. Nobody who knew Marcy at all could have believed she would be the one being "humiliated" that night. Every guy and gal present was absolutely certain marcy would claim another scalp and I know most of the guys were expecting to feel sorry for rather than envious of the young pretender.
The Spider had been smitten by the fly. I dont know if he ****** her dry but he made her cry.