With anger ... sort of
From Torg Adventure
Sam looks down at you then, recognition dawning on her face as her breathing returns to normal. A regular girl might slap you if she was mad at you. Instead, Sam hits you on the harm.
"Ow," you protest. It hurt, although you know Sam is capable of much harder. "What's that for?"
"You called me slut!" Sam says angrily. She hits you again. "Three times, at least!"
Then more of her memory returns. "You made me call myself a slut, Peewee!" She hits you harder this time. Then she looks even more upset. "You made me say I was my brother's slut!" She punches you in the stomach then, which would have made you curl up into a ball, except Sam was still sitting astraddle you, your cock in her pussy.
You fight to get enough breath to respond before she can hit you again. "I didn't make you say those things at the end!"
Sam looks like she is going to hit you again for a moment. Then she just crosses her arms in front of her chest. "You tricked me, while I was weak and suggestible. You're an asshole and a pervert, Max."
"I'm sorry..." you say, the soreness in your belly offset partially by the nice feeling of your dick still being inside of her. "I just got carried away myself."
"You can't apologize your way out of this, Peewee," Sam says crossly. She turns her head to purposely stare at the wall. "I'm really quite furious at you."
"Really, Sam, I'm sorry." You don't want her to hit you any more. And you don't want to do anything to jeopardize more sex with her.
Sam continues studying the wall. "I can't even look at you, I'm so mad right now."
"I'm really, really, really sorry for making you say those things, Sam." Crap. You haven't seen her this mad in a while.
"So you'll just have to do me doggy-style so I don't have to look at your perverse little face, Peewee."
"Okay, Sam, if that- what?" You're not sure if you just heard her right.
Sam looks impatient, although it's hard to be sure, since she keeps twisting her head far away from looking at you. "I know you know what doggie-style means, Max. So that's what we're going to do next, so that looking at my idiotic brother doesn't detract from my fun." She climbs off of you then and, still quite pointedly not looking at you, she gets onto her hands and knees facing away from you.
You get off of your back, your hand holding your stomach as you do so. You have expect a kick from Sam into someplace sensitive, but she just waits there for you.
"I thought you were mad at me?" You're extremely confused, but that doesn't stop you from want to fuck Sam again.
"I am mad," Sam says sternly. "But since you ruined my enjoyment of the act the last time with your nasty words, it's not fair to deny myself satisfaction."
You move up behind Sam tentatively, still expecting a trap of some kind. But Sam doesn't move. Maybe she'll just wait until you're almost done, then eat you like a black widow spider. It's not as if that thought can stop you from going ahead and taking her.
"So, does this count again my last two times then?" Your cock did leave Sam, after all, which would seem to break her rule for having this count as yesterday's sex.
"This is not one of your times, Peewee," Sam says. "I'm taking one time for my own. I deserve one, for all the pleasure I've given you over losing that damn fight." She pauses for a moment. "So fuck me, you idiot, and don't ruin it this time." She pauses again. "And by the way, I am now officially giving you the silent treatment for the rest of the night.
This is getting both sillier and more of a turn on to you at the same time. Sam is clearly angry at you, but she's also apparently very horny for you at the same time. And apparently horniness wins out. For now, at least.
It's probably best not to risk any more of her wrath then. "Do you want me to wear a condom this time?"
"I can't hear anything, silent treatment time," Sam says. In a fairly impressive show of lower body strength and balance, she stops supporting her upper body with her arms, and sticks her fingers in her ears. "La la la la la, can't hear anything. La la la."
Okay, Sam is getting more and more bizarre now, and childish. Although part of you wonders if it's still not all a part of the rationalization she's used to give herself an excuse to keep letting you fuck her, while still maintaining her old fiercely independent streak. Regardless of the reason, you're not going to pass up a chance to continue fucking Sam bareback.
Sam could change her mind at any time, though, so best to strike while the iron is hot. Or at least while the pussy is wet. You put your cock against her pussy and slide into her from behind.
Sam accepts your cock readily, your way lubricated by her juices and prior deposits of your spunk. Sam keeps her fingers in her ears, although one of her "la's" gets drawn out when you enter her. Even when you grab onto her waist and starting some real fucking, she keeps her childish balancing act going on, although her "la's" are now coming in time with your thrusts. And, apparently she's not too mad at you not to thrust her body back at you, or squeeze her pussy around you while getting fucked, although that may be for her pleasure more than yours.
Finally, your combined movements are enough where she needs to steady herself on the bed with her hands. "Don't say a word, Peewee," she warns, both anger and passion in her voice. You wisely follow her orders.
"I am not a slut," Sam moans to herself. At least you assume that who she's talking to, since she's giving you the silent treatment. "I'm not a slut, and definitely not my brother's slut."
You keep fucking her harder, while keeping your mouth tightly shut. The same doesn't hold true for Sam, though.
"Not my brother's slut," she groans. "Not a slut..." She keeps repeating this to herself, before finally addressing you.
"Tell me, Max," she gasps.
"Tell you what?" You're confused.
"Tell me what I'm not!" She growls, punctuated with a gasp.
"A slut?"
"Yes!" Sam's pussy squeezes you harder. "Tell me again what I'm not. Louder!"
"A slut!" You think you finally realize what Sam's subconscious is driving at. The way her mind works continues to amaze you.
Sam moans even louder, her body moving desperately back against you. "You know what I want to hear, Max. Tell me very specifically... what I am not..."
"Your brother's slut!"
Sam's pussy clenches tightly around you, an orgasm starting to hit her. "Oh fuck, Max. One more time... tell me again what's I'm not. What I most definitely am not at this time."
You know what she wants to hear. She wants to hear the word 'slut' again, or the phrase 'brother's slut'. You know you should say it. Instead, something else comes out.
"Pregnant!" You shout, and with that verbal ejaculation comes a physical one.
Sam gasps and finally looks back around at you, shock on her face at your words. But you feel her pussy spasm around you as she cums again, violently, as you spill your load into her.
"Pregnant with your brother's baby!" you shout again, and Sam whimpers, cumming again, even more intensely. She looks horrified at your words, but her body is reacting otherwise. Of course, it's way too early to tell if any of your baby-makers did the trick in Sam's womb, but Sam still brings a hand up to her stomach as she climaxes one last time, the action of her pussy drawing your sperm deeper inside of her.
Oh fuck, you think. Did you just blow things big time?
What comes from your words? Beside you and Sam, of course.
