50 More Sexcapades

Teaching Mandy Manners (Rednecks)

“Mandy, c’mere help me fix this damn remote!” Kevin hollered from the living room. I rolled my eyes and turned the volume up on my iPod, continuing to flip through my magazine. 

“Ain’t you hear me calling ya girl!!”

I gave a frustrated groan and hopped out of bed, in my short shorts and a small top without bothering to grab my robe. It was the middle of June in Alabama which meant long, burning hot days. Kevin, my mama’s latest dead-beat boyfriend was not making the situation any better.

His selfish a*s kept the biggest fan in the house right in front of his damn face and moved all the cold beers to a small cooler right near the couch. f**k does this jerk want now? I muttered to myself, entering the living room and crossing my arms.

“What?”

“You watch yer mouth, princess?” He said pointing the remote at me. “This damn thing’s broken again.”

I snatched the remote out of his hand and gave it a couple of whacks. “Might be because you’re using it all damn day. Ain’t you got nothing else to do Kevin? How about you make yourself useful and go cut the grass or something?”

“Cut the backtalk or I may just pass the time putting that p***y to work.”

I snorted and took the empty beer bottles off the coffee table to go throw them in the bin. “It’s too damn hot to f**k. Plus you ain’t earned nothing around here anyway.”

“You know I don’t need to earn nothing, this is my house and I’ll spread you open like a book whenever I feel like it.”

I laughed at him again. “You don’t read!”

“Alright, that’s it. Time I teach you some manners round’ here.”

As annoying as Kevin was and as often as he pissed me off… I had to admit that he had a c**k like a horse and could make me squirt like a fire hose when the s*x was extra rough. Well, might as well make some use out of him. It had been a while since I’d been f****d good. Ever since my sister Delilah turned 18 a few weeks ago, Kevin was in her room every night pounding her p***y in secret though I’m sure everyone in this apartment building could feel the walls shaking when he gave it to her. 

But I know he missed the a*s on me- big, round and juicy. A perfect a*s for the s******g I was about to get.

Kevin pulled his pants down, and his huge c**k stood up rigidly, like a damn soldier. He yanked my shorts and panties down in one swipe and pulled me on his lap so that I was straddling him. “This is for all them smart comments,” he said aggressively, taking the remote in his right hand and s******g me with it. 

I rode his c**k while he s*****d me, with the remote and his hand. Finally, when my a*s was red and stinging, he flung the remote to the side and gripped my a*s with both hands, bouncing me up and down roughly on that c**k, telling me to take his wood like the s**t I was. 

“That’s it, you know how I like it girl. Nastier than that sister of yers, always have been. It’s a shame she can’t squirt like you can, no matter how hard I pound that snatch. But your p***y’s like a f*****g car wash when I’m done with you ain’t it girl? Might just keep that cunt stuffed until you fill a f*****g swimming pool, hm?”

My t**s swung in his face and he held his tongue out to taste them and fingered my pierced c**t, while my p***y swallowed his massive c**k to the hilt with each bounce. 

“Big f*****g a*s, like your mama. Begging to be f****d and s*****d around while I go to town on that pussy.” He was saying those dirty words fiercely, making spittle fly into his scratchy mustache.

“YES, YES, YES!!!!!” I screamed, and Kevin pulled his c**k out of me and spread my legs open as I squirted a forceful spray across the room. “That’s it,” Kevin muttered, slapping my cunt repeatedly until another deep o****m overcame my current one. 

“Now clean it up…”