by Freya Kane
I reached upward, fumbling at Ronan’s belt. Ronan opened his mouth as if to tell me not to, but the look I gave him silenced his objections. I unzipped his pants and pulled his erection out through the slit in his boxer briefs. His cock pulsed warm in my hand.
My small fingers could hardly fit around it all the way. I wrapped both hands around his length and stroked it tentatively. The pink skin of his cock peeked out between my fingers, and all I wanted to do was touch every inch of it. My grip faltered just a bit as Ronan’s fingers hit an especially amazing spot inside me.
“Oh Natasha,” Ronan moaned. “Squeeze me just like that.”
I wasn’t sure if Ronan meant his cock or his fingers, so I decided both was the best thing to do. I squeezed my inner muscles around his fingers, letting him feel the tightness of my body even more, and gripped him harder as I pumped the length of his cock.
Ronan’s thumb found the swollen nub of my clit, and he began rubbing gentle circles on that little bundle of nerves while his fingers kept fucking my pussy. My thighs started shaking and I could feel the pleasure building in me.
“Oh Ronan,” I moaned, barely conscious of what I was saying. “I’ve thought about this so much. I’ve thought about your fingers inside me and it makes me so wet!”
I felt Ronan's pinky finger pressing below my pussy, moving just a bit downward aided by my juices until it pressed against my back door. My eyes widened as the tip of Ronan’s finger parted that tight flesh. Nerve endings I didn’t even know existed lit up as Ronan pushed his pinky finger inside, even more, burying it up to the first knuckle inside my ass.
“Does that feel good, babe?” Ronan asked. “Having me inside both of your holes?”
I could only nod as the pleasure crested over me unexpectedly and I came. My whole body locked up for a moment, clenching tightly around Ronan’s fingers before releasing the coiled tension inside me as I sobbed my pleasure.
Wrung out, I slumped back on the couch for a moment to catch my breath. My hands had stilled in the throes of my orgasm, but Ronan’s dick was still hard and aching in my hand, and I wasn’t about to rest until I made him come. Releasing his cock with one hand, I pulled my nightie down, baring my breasts and their hard nipples to Ronan’s hungry eyes.
The head of his cock was slippery, and I could see that his heavy balls had started to tighten up between his legs. Between my own legs, Ronan slowly removed his hand, and I couldn’t hide the whimper that escaped me. I felt so empty inside, but I was pretty sure I’d be getting filled soon.
“Natasha,” Ronan moaned. “Natasha, baby, faster!”
My hand flew up and down Ronan’s shaft, twisting a bit on the upward stroke, like I’d watched him do earlier. Ronan grunted loudly and I leaned forward as the first jet of his creamy white come spurted out and painted a pale stripe across my bare breasts.
I kept pumping, milking Ronan’s cock of every drop and making sure that it all landed across my breasts. A sticky drop clung to the hard point of my nipple, and I couldn’t resist swiping it up with the finger of my free hand and bringing it to my lips, cleaning the salty fluid from my finger with the tip of my tongue.
At the sight of that, Ronan’s cock gave one last weak spurt, a few more drops landing on the soft globes of my breasts, before he sat back against the couch cushions.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, his eyes still transfixed on my come-coated breasts. “I want to paint your whole body with my come.” Ronan took my hand in his and dragged my fingers through the creamy mess across my breasts, coating my fingers with his come before bringing my hand down between my legs.
“Ronan,” I started to protest, remembering dozens of failed masturbation attempts.
“Just try for me, Natasha,” Ronan purred. “I want to see you fuck yourself on fingers that are just dripping with my come.”
I wasn’t using any kind of birth control, and I knew I was taking risks with Ronan’s come even though I was a virgin. He’d jerked off and covered my virgin pussy with his come, and now I was using his come as lube, but I almost wanted him to get me pregnant. The idea of my breasts and belly swelling with evidence of Ronan fucking me just made me even wetter.
My pussy was still tingling from Ronan’s touch, and his dirty words definitely had my clit pulsing. My fingers slid easily inside myself, slicked by my own come as well as Ronan’s. Three of my smaller fingers fit easily inside after Ronan’s two had loosened me a bit, and my thumb worked at my clit.
Seeing Ronan watching me aroused me even more than I expected. I rode my own hand, my hips bucking upwards as I increased the friction. I wasn’t even concerned with putting on a show for Ronan. All I knew was, I’d never been able to make myself come on my own before, but I could feel the same tightening deep inside me that had happened before the orgasms Ronan gave me.
“I’m close,” I gasped. “I’m so close.”
“Keep going, baby,” Ronan whispered, his eyes never straying from where my hand moved between my legs. “You’re so beautiful doing this.”
My hips jerked upwards, and I cried out, a gush of pussy juices pouring over my hand as I felt my walls pulse and throb around my fingers. The contractions seemed to go on and on, and every time I thought that the incredible orgasm was ending another wave hit me. Finally, it started to fade and I laid still, my fingers still buried in my pussy and my juices soaking into the couch cushions underneath me.
Ronan leaned over and kissed me, his lips soft against mine. “I’m going to make sure everything we ever do brings you that much pleasure and more.”
***
After that day, Ronan gave up on trying to pretend that he didn’t want me, but he still seemed determined to take things slow. Considering how much pleasure he’d given me from just his fingers, I wasn’t exactly going to doubt him at this point!
I was enjoying surprising Ronan when he came home, and after almost a week of Ronan caressing my body and wringing endless amounts of bliss from his fingers in my pussy, I was ready for more.
I wanted Ronan to taste me.
As usual, the house was spotless and the dining room table was set with placemats and silverware lined up neatly, but at instead of a platter of something delicious waiting at Ronan’s place was me.
I could hear his key in the door, and I hopped up on the table and reclined on the cool wood, naked and spread out like a feast ready for him to devour.
I heard a soft thump as Ronan’s backpack hit the floor.
“Are you on the menu tonight?” I asked, a smile in his voice as he came closer, his eyes raking my bare body.
“Yes,” I purred, feeling my pussy growing wet in anticipation of what was to come. “I’m ready for us to do more Ronan. I want your tongue and your mouth between my legs, and when you’re done with me, I want you to fuck my mouth.”
Ronan sank down into the chair, looking just a bit shocked at my demands.
I smirked. "I may be a virgin, but I still have the internet, Ronan. Porn’s a thing.”
Ronan chuckled. "That it is." He didn't bother undressing or even touching his cock at all. Instead, he leaned forward until his face was only an inch or so from my pussy and breathed deeply. "You smell heavenly," he growled, pausing for just a moment to savor the scent before his mouth descended on me.
My hips arched upward, lifting off the table in surprise at the pleasure. His warm, wet tongue seemed to be focused on mapping every inch of my body. He traced the folds of my labia, sucking one and then the other of my inner lips into his mouth before licking lower, tracing my taint and then sliding across the puckered opening of my ass for just an instant before he pushed his tongue inside me.
I yelped, amazed by how different it felt than his fingers. His tongue was warm and wet and Ronan lapped up the juices that overflowed from my arousal.
I felt one of his fingers pressing against my back entrance, and I relaxed myself enough so that he could slide inside. I had a feeling that Ronan would be wa
nting to fuck me there eventually too, and I couldn’t hide a forbidden shiver at the idea of him fitting his big cock in there too.
Not to get ahead of ourselves though.
Ronan’s tongue flicked in and out of my pussy, tasting my silken walls before moving upward to find my clit. He encircled the little nub with his lips and sucked on it, and the amazing pressure had me digging my nails into his scalp to press his mouth harder against my pussy.
His thick finger was buried all the way inside my ass, loosening those tight muscles, and as I spiraled closer and closer to orgasm, I realized that Ronan had a second finger pressed against my rim. The tip of that second finger had just slipped inside when my orgasm slammed into me. I could feel my muscles clenching against Ronan’s fingers as he continued the pressure on my clit. He kept licking and sucking me, drawing out wave after wave of pleasure until I was limp.
I only gave myself a moment to recover before I was sliding off the table and kneeling between where Ronan sat. My thighs were still shaking from my own pleasure, but I wanted this almost as much as I’d wanted my own orgasm.
Ronan’s pants were stretched, and I was almost surprised that his erection hadn’t split his zipper. It was that huge. Carefully, I tugged down his zipper and pushed his boxer-briefs down as well, and his erection sprang out.
Ronan’s cock was almost purple with lust, and the head was already shiny with pre-come. Despite how intimidating the size was, I could feel my mouth starting to water. I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the head, licking the salty fluid that covered it and tonguing the sensitive slit. I opened my mouth as wide as I was able and tried to take more in, but I barely had half his cock in my mouth before I choked and backed up.
I took my mouth off his dick, pausing for a moment to get my breath, and licked my way down his length, tracing the vein before I reached the heavy balls between his legs. They were dusted with just a bit of blond hair, and I wondered how they would taste.
Only one way to find out.
I licked the seam between his balls and Ronan gasped. His hand tangled in my hair, and he groaned, a torrent of dirty words spilling from his mouth. “Fuck Natasha, seeing your lips around my balls. . . you’re so fucking hot. I want to watch your lips stretching around my cock!” Emboldened, I sucked one of his balls into my mouth, licking the soft skin before switching to the other side and repeating the process. I licked my way back up Ronan’s shaft and then decided to try swallowing him down again.
I took a deep breath and wrapped my lips around Ronan’s head, my skin stretching around his girth. I looked upwards and met Ronan’s eyes as he watched me sucking him. His hand gently rested on my head and pushed me down ever so slightly, just the barest hint of pressure.
“That’s it, Natasha,” he murmured. “Your mouth feels so good. Take it all.”
Pleased with his reaction, I slowly lowered my head. Inch by inch, I took Ronan's huge cock inside my mouth. I managed to take about three-quarters of his length inside my throat before it was too much this time. Slowly, I lifted my head up until just the tip of his cock was inside my mouth before taking him back in.
When I didn’t choke this time, I found my rhythm and I bobbed my head up and down on Ronan’s lap, my hand stroking the based of his cock and caressing his balls at the same time.
I tasted a bit more salt in my mouth, and Ronan’s hand tightened in my hair. “Natasha, stop,” he warned me, “I’m going to come.”
I didn’t stop. I sucked harder, and Ronan let out a loud, long moan in pleasure at that. The salty taste grew stronger as more and more of his pre-come filled my mouth, and I knew Ronan was seconds from blowing inside my mouth. I brought my tongue back around the head, pressing against the slit and Ronan yelled, yanking my hair hard enough to hurt as his hips snapped up and my mouth was suddenly flooded.
Ronan’s come filled my mouth, the salty cream pouring over my tongue. I swallowed as quickly as I could, but a few drops managed to escape my mouth, dripping down my chin and leaving a mess on my chest.
As I swallowed the last few drops, I let Ronan’s cock slide out of my lips and sat back on my heels, my chest heaving. Ronan’s hand gently stroked my hair as we both sat in blissful silence.
***
Like most guys, Ronan considered my pussy a magical place. Fucking it for the first time had to be special, and despite the way our sexual relationship was progressing, I knew he wouldn’t be willing to take the last step of popping my cherry just yet. But I desperately wanted to feel that big cock inside more than my mouth.
But I did have one other place. Someplace that Ronan had been very eager to play with every time he touched me. And technically it wouldn’t be losing my virginity that way.
I knew I had a curvy ass, and Ronan was definitely an ass guy. I’d seen him checking it out more than once, and the thought of that thick staff of his sliding in between my cheeks had my pussy absolutely flooded.
I didn’t own any lube, but I had a tub of coconut oil from the kitchen that would do just as well. I slicked up my fingers and pressed them against my ass, pushing past the tightness of that ring of muscle.
On my hands and knees in my bedroom, I lubed up my body, coating my back passage with the thick coconut oil and scissoring my fingers open to stretch my ass. I knew my fingers weren’t nearly enough to ready me for Ronan’s thick cock, but it would help.
By the time I heard Ronan’s key in the door, I was slippery both from the lube and my own juices. No one had been more surprised than me how quickly I started getting wet from fingering myself.
“Natasha?” I heard Ronan call from the hallway.
“In here!” I replied, glancing over my shoulder to watch his reaction as he walked in.
“Fuck!” Ronan said, stopping to stare. I couldn’t really blame him. Naked and on my hands and knees with two fingers pumping in and out of my ass, I had to have been a sight. “I never know what I’ll see when I get home, but it’s always amazing.” Ronan yanked his shirt over his head and kicked off his shoes. He pulled his pants down so quickly he nearly tripped, but a moment later he was naked and on the bed with me.
“You really want me, back there?” he asked.
“Yes, Ronan,” I said, biting back a moan as he moved my hand aside and replaced my fingers with two of his own. “I want you everywhere.”
Ronan’s fingers stretched me even more, but the coconut oil did its job. I was so slippery already, and he pumped those two fingers in and out of me, stretching that tight hole apart before adding a third finger.
I had never felt so full. “Is that too much?” Ronan asked, spreading those fingers apart as he pumped them inside me.
“No,” I said, “I want more. I want your cock, Ronan.”
I saw Ronan’s cock jump at my words, and I couldn't help smiling.
“You’re going to make me come before I even get inside you if you keep talking like that.” Ronan pulled his fingers out of me and gripped my hips, turning me over. He grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and slipped it underneath my hips. “I want to see your face when I do this. If it’s too much, just tell me to stop.”
Ronan settled above me, and I felt the blunt head of his cock press against my pussy. He rubbed himself against me, feeling my juices coating the head of his cock. “Not yet,” he murmured, before taking his cock in his hand and pressing it lower.
The lube and Ronan’s fingers had loosened me enough that the head of Ronan’s cock slid easily inside me. He pushed forward, and the stretch and burn was intense. Ronan’s fingers were dwarfed by the thickness and length of his erection, and I fought back the urge to tell him to pull out before he broke me in half.
Somewhere under the burn, I could feel the beginning heat of pleasure though. I reached my hand between my legs, searching for the button of my clit.
“So tight,” Ronan gasped. “That’s right baby, play with your pussy.”
Ronan kept going, burying inch and after inch inside my ass before I
felt his balls brush against me. He was all the way inside.
I expected him to start thrusting immediately but instead, he held still. "If I move right now, it's over," Ronan said. “I’m so close to coming already. You feel so fucking good.”
Smiling just a bit deviously, I squeezed Ronan’s cock, and he let out a loud moan. I rubbed my pussy, spreading my lips apart and dipping my fingers inside my opening before going right back to my clit. Ronan tried a tentative thrust, and I yelled at the pleasure that lit up every nerve in my body. I knew I’d be sore tomorrow, but right now I just wanted to feel Ronan fucking my ass.
One of Ronan’s hands joined mine at rubbing my clit, both of our fingers brushing that aching button until I could feel my body starting to tighten as an orgasm grew closer.
“I’m going to come, Natasha. I want to feel you come around me,” Ronan ground out, pressing a bit harder on my clit.
