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Note: This story is the sequel to Magic Bottle.
Aisha sighed heavily and stared off into space. She squirmed uncomfortably in her chair and a small frown puckered her brow.
"What's the matter?" Adam asked, looking up from his history notes. "You aren't grumping again about my mom not letting anybody wear shoes in the house, are you?"
She rolled her eyes at him and smiled slightly. Aisha had found that custom really strange the first few times she had visited; it had made her feel oddly insecure. Adam still loved to tease her about it, even after all this time. But her expression quickly resumed its thoughtful lines.
"I was just thinking about what happened in that Sultan monster's bottle a couple weeks ago," she answered.
"What about it?" Adam queried, closing the book that lay across his lap. If Aisha was having a problem, he wanted to give her his whole attention.
"How come you guys were so embarrassed?" she asked with a puzzled frown. "I mean, it's not like you hadn't all done each other before."
Adam considered for a few moments before answering. "It wasn't the sex, per se," he began thoughtfully. "It was more that _ it was kind of embarrassing to realize afterwards that we had been_. a lot wilder than usual. And kind of selfish," he concluded with a shrug. "But don't worry about us." He favored her with his lopsided grin. "We were over it by the time we kicked that monster's butt with the MegaZord."
Aisha nodded in comprehension, then sighed again.
"You know, I feel kind of left out," she confessed. That surprised Adam a little.
"Don't," he told her. "Who would've pulled us out of there if you had gotten sucked into it too?"
"True," she conceded; however, she was still bugged about something. Adam waited silently for her to tell him the rest of it, and she finally couldn't stand the look of patient expectation on his face. "And I'm having another Power Hormone trip right now, okay?" she finally blurted out.
"Oh, yeah?" Adam set his book on the desk. _Now I see where this conversation came from._
"Adam, would you do me a favor?" she asked --a little too casually.
He could guess what was coming. His grin widened and the corners of his eyes crinkled cutely. "Sure, Aisha. What can I do for you?"
"Do me rough. Right now," she growled impatiently.
"Rough, huh?" Adam lifted an eyebrow. "That's not usually my style, you know."
"I know. But I know that you can do it." Her bold stare challenged him to deny it. I saw you, remember? the look seemed to say.
"Yeah, I can," he agreed. "But are you sure you really--?"
"Yes!" Aisha interrupted emphatically. "When I saw you with Tommy at that table..." She trailed off as the memory flashed before her eyes. Her chest heaved as her breathing turned heavy and her pulse rate jumped. "I still dream about it sometimes," she admitted. "I want you to do me like that. You can remember that frame of mind, can't you?"
Adam closed his eyes a moment, casting his mind back. He could recall all too clearly how aggressive he had felt that afternoon --how his blood had pounded in his veins at being in control of another, at taking his pleasure. His hormone level shot up, and his face flushed slightly with excitement. He nodded as he opened his eyes.
"I remember," he said quietly.
"I'm not talking pain, or anything," Aisha went on. "It's just always sounded kind of exciting to me to give up your control to someone, to let somebody be totally ruthless and selfish with you. Do you think you could do that? I'd love to, y'know, just once...."
"Take off your dress," Adam interrupted in a no-nonsense voice. He abandoned his chair and folded his arms as he leaned against the side of his desk. He fought to keep a smile from tugging at his lips as he beheld her startled expression. _It'll blow the whole 'stern and ruthless' illusion if I smile at her,_ he told himself.
"Can we take this kind of slow?" she hedged as she stood up. She was a little startled by how abruptly he had begun and at the sudden change in his normally sweet demeanor.
In response, he reached forward and grabbed her wrists. He held them securely in one hand as his other cradled the back of her head and slowly, deliberately, pulled her towards him.
"No," he whispered into her ear. "We're going to do it now." He felt an unexpected thrill race through his body as he began to settle himself into the unfamiliar, dominating frame of mind. "Take it off, or you'll go home in a torn dress."
He let go of her and leaned back again, but she was rooted to the spot by the authority in his quiet words. _Would Adam really...?_ She decided not to find out as she reached behind herself and hastily unzipped her dress.
_Besides,_ she thought, _who cares? This is exactly what I was after!_ She slid the flower-print garment off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor, leaving her in only her lacy, yellow bra and panties.
Adam felt a jolt rush straight to his groin. Aisha's compact, curvaceous body stood before him, offered to him. He pulled her against his chest, and his hands fondled every curve and dip of her sexy form, while his mouth tasted her sweet, full lips.
"Mm, you're delicious," he purred. _I can be bossy,_ Adam mused, _but I don't think I can be mean._ While one arm encircled her waist, he tilted her chin up and captured her gaze. Aisha's eyes were already wild and hungry. Her whole body quivered in anticipation, and she was panting with excitement. Adam knew he had chosen the right tactic; he was giving her what she wanted.
He kneaded her ample breasts and leaned down to nip at her nipples through the yellow lace until they were hard and straining against the satiny fabric. She tried to push his mouth away when he increased the pressure, but he grabbed her wrists again and pinned them behind her back.
"Ah, ah," he admonished, licking roughly up her sternum and nibbling along her neck. "You wanted it rough, remember?" But he backed off anyway. _Don't want to actually hurt her._
"Yes," she hissed, closing her eyes briefly and tilting her head back, exposing her throat. He sucked on it and felt her rumbling pleasure vibrate against his lips and tongue. The sudden twitch in his pants drew his attention away from his sensual indulgence, however.
A smile quirked the corner of Aisha's mouth as he guided her hands forward and placed them on his zipper. Adam groaned at the contact. The pressure in his pants was suddenly killing him. She opened his jeans as he pinched and tugged her nipples, harder and harder, until she was squirming. Her soft fingers slipped inside his shorts and slid around to brush across his tight, muscular behind. He reached around with one hand and squeezed hers in response.
"Oh, God, you feel good," he moaned, sucking on her earlobe. "Touch my cock. Now!" He couldn't wait any longer to feel those delicate fingers wrapped around his dick. She obeyed immediately, relocating her hands to the front and reaching down to pull the straining organ out of his shorts. Her hands felt like satin as she stroked his hot member with one hand and reached under to cup his balls with the other.
"Yes," he whispered as his eyes closed involuntarily and his head tilted back. "Oh, that's good."
His hips undulated slightly as she caressed him; she stroked his cock softly, running her hands along its length, giving the warm, smooth shaft a squeeze every so often. The pad of her thumb grazed across the slit and smeared the droplets of precome all around the cap. Her fingertips traced the coronal ridge and pressed on his hot spot, as her fist tightened around his shaft and tugged harder. Aisha was doing such a great job that Adam realized he would have to keep this moving, or he would come sooner than either of them wanted.
"Get down on your knees," Adam ordered, pulling her hands away. Aisha looked up at him as she knelt, and he stared into her beautiful brown eyes. Lust burned in them. His breath hitched at the sight. _No, no_, he chided himself, curbing his impulse to rush to her and satisfy her by running his hands all over her body and eating her until she screamed and came all over his face. _Be ruthless. She wants ruthless._
"Now spread your legs apart," he said sternly. She looked confused. He stuck his foot between her knees and nudged her legs wider.
"That's better," he said, sitting on the edge of his desk so that her mouth was even with his hard prick. She scooted obligingly into position without needing to be told. Before she had a chance to settle completely and anticipate his next command, he told her, "I want you to stroke your pussy for me while you suck my cock."
Aisha hesitated; she looked up at him, surprised. _That's not very selfish,_ she thought. _Or is it? Don't guys get a thrill watching girls get themselves off?_ Adam reached his hand through her thick braids and grabbed a handful, urging her face closer to his throbbing member as he repeated the instruction.
"Stick that talented hand of yours in your wet panties and make yourself come while you suck me." Her right hand slid inside her bikini panties and started to rub as she grasped his dick with the other. He pushed his jeans and jockeys to the floor and nudged them away as her tongue slithered up from the base of his cock to the ridged vee and then slowly began circling the head. "Yes!" he hissed through clenched teeth. "That's it."
He stroked her hair softly as her enfolding mouth traveled down his shaft until her lips brushed against his pubic hair. She slowly dragged her lips back up to the tip and sucked the swollen head with short, quick strokes until he felt his balls starting to tighten.
"Rub your pussy harder," he panted. He groaned as she took half his cock in her mouth and increased her suction. "Oh, yeah, baby. Suck it hard," he growled.
He wrapped both his fists in her hair and pushed his entire rod down her throat. He felt her moan of excitement send vibrations up the whole length of his shaft. His grip on her hair tightened convulsively, and he began to pump his hips. Aisha's moaning increased as she swallowed his manhood and flicked her fingertips across the hardened kernel of her clitoris. She gently kneaded his sac as she kept up the pressure on his long-stroking dick and pressed her fingers harder on her little pearl. Adam knew he was about to come; he could feel the hot semen rising, his balls tightening, but he wanted her to come with him. He removed his balls from her hand and pulled his cock out of her mouth, gasping at the razor's edge he was poised on.
"Stroke yourself faster," he commanded, hitting her lips with his swollen cockhead as he held himself in check. "I want to hear you come."
Aisha was working herself hard as she tried to capture his dick in her mouth again. Her fingers were buried in her slit, and she stroked her clit furiously. Her other hand joined in as she stuck it down the front of her soaking panties. She spread the fur-covered lips apart with two fingers, pressing the skin tightly so the hood was pulled back. She groaned as the fingers of her other hand frantically stroked her swollen, exposed button at lightning speed. Her tits jutted forward, and her hips began to buck uncontrollably.
Adam raised his heavy balls up over Aisha's lips. She ran her tongue across them as he held his orgasm back with a monumental effort. The sight and sounds of Aisha getting herself off was almost enough to make him come all by itself. "Faster!" he growled. "Come for me!"
"Yes!" she whimpered, getting close to her climax. Sweat gleamed on her chocolate skin as her hips bucked under her own fingers' efforts. Adam's whole demeanor was turning her on even more than she thought it would. She struggled to keep her eyes open so she could see his lustful, feverish gaze on her as she knelt at his feet and got herself off.
"Faster! Come while I fuck your mouth," he commanded, then he pushed the purplish head of his cock between her lips when she started to scream with her orgasm. He released his restraint and exploded onto her hot tongue and down her throat, groaning with each spurt. His back arched, and he planted his hands on the desk for support as his hips snapped forward uncontrollably and he cried out his release. Aisha's body shook as she moaned, almost choking on his load.
As they both quieted, panting and sweating, he pulled her to her feet and kissed her lips, tasting his come on her tongue. His passion was still as fierce as hers as they pressed hotly against each other.
"More!" Aisha gasped quietly, scarcely pulling away from his devouring mouth. "Oh, please," she begged. Her beautiful dark eyes turned up to his in supplication and hunger.
Without another word, they quickly stripped off the remainder of their clothes. Adam turned her around and, planting a hand between her shoulderblades, pressed her face to the desk. _Just like he did to Tommy in that magic bottle,_ she thought. The memory made her moan and shiver in lustful anticipation as she bent over the desktop, quickly brushing their homework aside.
Adam knelt on the floor behind her and pushed her legs farther apart as he leaned in to taste her honey pot. The sweet juices were running down her thighs, and he lapped them up eagerly, tickling her sensitive flesh with his greedy tongue. Aisha squirmed and rose up on her toes, thrusting her ass up and spreading her legs wider. He dove in and buried his face in her cunny, driving his pointed tongue inside her. He alternately tongue-fucked her and sucked on her tender folds until he was hard again.
By the time he stood up to take her, Aisha was squealing and writhing all over the desk. With one hand on the small of her back, pinning her to the desk, and the other stroking his dick, Adam took a moment to admire her jiggling backside and listen to her gratifying moans of pleasure and anticipation.
Just when Aisha thought she couldn't stand the suspense any longer, she felt his tip press against her burning, itching hole a split second before he rammed in to the hilt.
"Aaahh!" she cried. Adam's heavy balls slapped against her exposed clit, sending a jolt of fire rushing through her to accompany the powerfully erotic friction caused by his swift penetration. He pressed his chest to her back, leaning his weight on her, and began pistoning into her cunt furiously. He groaned in excitation as he slammed his hips against her ass as hard as he could, again and again. His tool pumped mercilessly, driving in deep. Aisha cried out in pleasure as she received the pounding of her life.
They both began grunting and growling in time with Adam's near-brutal thrusts. Aisha's inner walls contracted in a vice grip around his pistoning member. His pelvis smacked against her ass, and his balls slapped her sensitive, swollen clit with every pounding stroke. The mind-blowing fire raced through their veins and seared their nerve endings as they slammed together in the grip of primal passion. It wasn't long before they pushed each other over the brink and exploded in fiery orgasm together. Their shouts of joyous release mingled as their juices did.
Their bodies slowed to a gentle rocking motion as their climaxes wound down. Panting for breath as he felt his whole body begin to melt with satiated relaxation, Adam kissed the back of Aisha's neck. He wrapped his arms around her sweaty, still trembling torso and pulled them both to a standing position, slipping his now-flaccid organ out of her as he did. She turned around and they smiled, kissed and cuddled for a few moments more before Aisha reluctantly broke their self-satisfied, companionable silence.
"I should probably get going," she mumbled against his lips, "before your parents get home. They're not gonna keep letting me do homework with you if they catch us like this."
Adam sighed his reluctance, but smiled down at her and nodded his head. He knew she was right. He released her and retrieved her dress from the floor, handing it to her before grabbing up his own pants and shirt. He was sorry to see her leave; she was easily the most exciting woman he had ever held in his arms or had wrapped around his dick. He was still tingling all over as he helped her tug her zipper back up.
"I hope I gave you what you were looking for," he said, as he wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her to him again, pressing her back against his chest.
"Yes!" she replied fiercely, turning in his arms and looking up into his eyes. She kissed him enthusiastically, then proclaimed, "It was just what the doctor ordered!"
"Well, if the doctor ever suggests another dose, you know where to find me," he smiled, placing a small kiss on the tip of her nose. They separated, and he gathered up her books. "Come on," he said, as he slung his arm around her shoulders companionably. "I'll walk you out to your car."
She brushed her braids back with a laugh and hugged his waist.
"Ever the gentleman, aren't you?" she teased.