Mack was being a cunt-tease. But he wanted me as bad as I wanted him. My instincts told me so. However, he’d been dancing just out of my reach for more than a week.

“I swear, Terese,” I told my best girlfriend over drinks, “I’m gonna hunt that boy down and ride his hard bone until I shriek!”

Terese laughed. She’d seen me obsessed before. It happened whenever a guy played hard to get. I seemed to attract those fuckers, and Mack was a prime example.

I didn’t know what kind of game he was playing. I just wanted to get him in the sack.

Terese’s phone buzzed. She glanced at it, her eyes going suddenly buggy. “Stephanie, I think you should see this.”

I looked, and my eyes popped, too. It was a photo. It was of Mack — handsome Mack, who’d recently joined the extensive social circle to which Terese and I both belonged.

In the photo Mack stood seemingly buck-naked, showing off his muscular body. He wore a grin on his fine face. He was holding a toy treasure chest at crotch-level, robbing me of the chance to see his junk.

A text accompanied the picture: “Up for a treasure hunt?”

I was suddenly green with jealousy and barked, “Why the hell is he sending this to you?”

Terese patted my hand and said, “It’s meant for you.”

She pointed at the photo, and I saw that my name was written on the plastic treasure box.

“Text him back,” I demanded. “It’s on!”

She did, and a few seconds later the first direction came through. I pecked a quick kiss goodbye on Terese’s cheek and left the club. Giddy excitement raced through me. If Mack was counting on me not to be up to his challenge, he was underestimating me.

As per Mack’s instructions, I took a cab to the indicated all-night coffeehouse. I wasn’t surprised when I found another of our friends sitting at a table. His name was Brett, and he smiled at me.

“Hey, Stephanie,” he said, just as his phone chimed.

“That’s going to be for me,” I said confidently.

Brett looked very confused. He held up his phone, obviously bewildered as to why Mack was sexting him. I took the phone, grinning at the new picture. He’d turned a bit to the side, and I could see the firm curve of his bare ass. I wanted to sink my teeth into it.

I responded, and my next destination came through. Mack was going to run me all over the city, I figured. So be it. When I finally got my hands on him, I was going to maul him. In the best possible way, of course. My “revenge” for this treasure hunt would be to give him the best sex of his life.

Sure enough, he bounced me all around. Somehow he knew where mutual friends would be and sent messages to their phones every time I arrived at a new place. He couldn’t just text me. He wanted everybody to see me running ragged after his naked glory. I felt no shame. When I wanted a man, I seriously wanted him.

So I went from cab to subway, from bar to poolroom. The photos Mack kept sending were as tantalizing as hell. He never quite showed up completely nude, but I gathered enough evidence to figure out he had a big cock!

After a few hours on the hunt, I was directed to a motel. Who, I wondered, would I find there with a provocative pic on their phone? Nobody seemed to be around. I frowned. Had Mack led me on this chase for nothing?

Then I saw something on the ground. It was small and round. Curious, I picked it up. It was a plastic disk, gold-colored. I urgently looked around for more. Sure enough, another “coin” was lying ten feet away.

I followed the treasure trail, which led to a motel unit. The door was ajar. I had gathered the coins. Grinning, I pushed open the door and tossed the booty into the room. The coins rained across the carpet and the bed, which was where Mack was sitting. He still held the stupid toy treasure chest, and it was still blocking my view of his crotch.

I shoved the door shut and locked it. Mack wore only a smirk. I was going to enjoy wiping it off his face and replacing it with a helpless look of ecstasy. I quickly stripped.

He started to speak, no doubt to deliver the punchline to the whole gag, but I lunged forward, grabbed the treasure chest, and with a savage grunt crushed the flimsy box between my hands. Mack’s jaw dropped.

But that finally gave me a full-on look at his cock. His erection stood tall, and I reached down and unceremoniously seized it. I squeezed him tight, letting him know I was done playing games.

“Whoa!” he yelped.

I jerked his swollen shaft, and pleasure flowed onto his face, swimming upstream against his surprise, I guessed.

“You like how that feels, motherfucker?”

Looking sheepish, he responded, “Uh, yes.”

I grinned like a feral animal and said, “Good. Then you’re gonna love this!” I dropped to my knees and brought my mouth to his swollen cockhead. I felt his whole body jump as I took him in one great lurch. Even as I swallowed his thick crown, I reached a hand up to massage his balls.

I set my tongue loose on his staff with some serious wriggling. I also applied a massive suction, caving my cheeks in around his rod. My head rode up and down, and spit ran out the corners of my mouth. But I never broke the seal of my lips.

“H-holy fuck!” he stammered.

If you can mercilessly blow a man, that’s what I did. I had no doubt Mack had his cock sucked plenty of times, but I doubted a woman had ever been so aggressive about it.

I continued to play with his nutsac as I blew him furiously. He never had a chance. He was trembling, making breathless sounds and trying to warn me he was about to shoot. Like I didn’t know.

He cried out when he released his first heavy spurt. I swallowed the salty gob gleefully and took spew after spew while he moaned. When I finally looked up at him, his face was dazed. I let him watch as I slid his cock slowly from my mouth, showing off the residue of his come on my tongue.

“Fuck,” he sighed. He turned and started crawling up the bed, probably meaning to collapse on the pillow at the head. “I’ll need a few minutes to recover.”

The fuck you will! I thought evilly. I lunged again, this time doing what I’d wanted to do since catching my first glimpse of him earlier that evening — I bit his ass. Again he yelped, but laughingly. I, however, wasn’t in a joking mood. I grabbed the halves of his ass and spread them with my fingers. Without a pause, I put my mouth on his exposed asshole and swirled my tongue over his sensitive ring.

“What the fuck!” he exclaimed. But I held him in place on his hands and knees, facing away from me. No doubt, Mack had gotten blown before, but maybe the poor boy had never been rimmed. I set about licking his back hole. Soon his body responded to the unfamiliar pleasure, and he gasped, “That’s so dirty.”

My tongue was also helping him get hard again in a hurry. I drilled him deep, stoking his lust. When I had him drastically hot and bothered, I shoved him over. He lay on his back, blinking, and I pounced on him once more.

I landed astride him and guided his cock toward my waiting pussy, which was boiling with need. With a Valkyrie’s cry, I slammed down onto him. I took his big dick up into me, feeling waves of pleasure curl hotly through my whole body.

I loomed over him with my ravenous passion. I could feel the wild grin still stretching my face. Mack was extremely turned on — but he was probably also a little intimidated. I liked that.

Again, I wasted no time on preliminaries. I rode him hard, right out of the gate. It was fun to watch that look of sexual rapture return to his handsome features. I bounced up and down on him, as relentlessly as I’d been when I’d blown him. He reached up to grope my jiggling tits, but when he tweaked one of my nipples hard I just brayed with delighted laughter.

The bliss came roaring up on me, and for a few moments I was the helpless one. My climax ripped through me, even as I kept up a galloping speed atop Mack’s cock, and I cried out.

Afterward, I pulled off him, shifted forward a bit and guided his slick cockhead to my other waiting hole. I was sure such a good-looking guy was no stranger to anal sex, but he probably wasn’t used to a woman initiating so many “dirty” things all in the same sex session.

I eased down onto him, letting my ass adapt to his lovely thickness, as I faced him. He gasped as my tight hole grasped his shaft. It was a slightly awkward angle but definitely worth the trouble as I once more rode him. I had to plant my feet flat on the bed and lift and drop on him, but pleasure sang through my being.

He put his hands on my hips and grimaced, a groan spilling past his lips. He thrust upward. I watched Mack’s face twist with the joy of jamming his cock up into my rear hole. I could tell he was being overwhelmed. That night had been a sensory overload for him, all the wild pleasures of the flesh manifesting all at once.

A new ecstasy built within me until I was entirely filled up with it and tumbled over the edge. I cried out again, my asshole clenching hard around the intruding cock as I came.

I nearly took Mack with me, but I recovered and lifted off him right before he could shoot. I tumbled over onto my back, yanking him upright as I did so.

“Shoot your load on my tits and face!” I commanded. I lay back, eagerly waiting.

With a lustful growl, he positioned himself over me. It took only a couple jerks of his cock to send him into a come-spewing madness.

Splat after splatter of hot, thick jizz hit my breasts and rained across my face. I caught stripes of his spunk on my tongue.

It was a night I knew we both would treasure forever.