by Kate Gilead
He licks me with his flat tongue again and again, and every time his tongue covers my clit, my whole passage tightens and throbs. His thumb holds my flesh up enough that I can see my engorged nub sticking out.
The sight almost makes me come right then.
He uses the tip of his tongue to stroke around my clit, then he makes a circle of his lips and sucks it inside, making my toes curl and forcing an incoherent moan from my throat.
He flicks the sensitive ball of my clit with his tongue, making profound shocks of pleasure. Every time he tugs on the outside, it creates a throb on the inside that feels so divine.
“Yummy little pussy,” his voice is a sexy, explosive whisper. “Absolutely luscious.” He uses his tongue to probe my opening, gently at first and then more insistently, painting strokes of white-hot pleasure with every touch.
He’s almost panting now, his face red and his eyes gleaming, intense with animal pleasure. “My cock is so hard it’s killing me,” he says, and dips his tongue into my opening again, probing, probing. The pleasure makes my eyes roll up into my head.
“I think I can feel it,” he says, hoarsely, coming up for air. “Your hymen’s still there,” and down goes his head again. His probing tongue is making me crazy. My nipples are so hard they’re aching, so I take them between my own fingers.
“Oh yeah, play with those beautiful tits,” he whispers and uses his thumb to expose my clit again. “Oh look at this…look how hard it is,” he says. He licks it, making me convulse. “You ready to come, baby? You ready to come hard?” He licks then nibbles, then licks again, making me moan and buck. “No one has been down here before me? Is this the first time anyone has tasted your sweet pussy?”
“Yes, yes,” I moan. “God it feels so good!”
“Ah Jesus,” he murmurs. He surrounds my clit with his mouth now, flattening his lips and his tongue against it. He uses his tongue as if he’s carefully, thoroughly cleaning my button. His other thumb rests against my opening, pressing gently and rhythmically, making my flesh flutter and grasp.
The pleasure he’s lavishing on my clitoris rises, and climbs, and trembles on the edge before rising again, and then the pleasure itself seems to take the shape of his tongue, and he licks and sucks and tongues me and ohhhhh God oh God…ohhhh Jesus Christ I’m coming, I’m coming so fucking hard!
My eyes squeeze shut, my passage and my clit contract, peaking and then pulsate together, so hard and intense, it makes light explode in my head. I can’t control my hips or legs, and from my throat comes a cry I’ve never heard myself make before, not even when I make myself come with my vibrator.
I can’t stop myself from making that sound, or from bucking and grinding against Robert’s face. My thighs grip his head, and he grabs my hips and holds on, fingers digging into my flesh. He’s grunting, deep, guttural, animal grunts, his tongue flicking and licking, enticing every last drop cream, lapping at my opening, drinking up my juices and crowning my pleasure. My thighs quiver and squeeze uncontrollably.
A few minutes pass, or I don’t know, maybe it’s just a few seconds. My thighs are locked around Rob’s head and his tongue is still lapping. Juices run down my ass to pool on the sheets. My clit is so sensitive that it makes my body jump when he brushes it.
Finally my thighs relax and I let them fall all the way open. I’m panting, eyes closed and sweat beading on my chest. He kisses my clit, gives it one last lick, then he kisses my belly and my thighs. I open my eyes when I hear him stand up.
Pulling his shirt over his head, he flings that aside and unzips his jeans, pushing them down to let his cock spring free. He’s smiling down at me, his chin still wet with my juices.
He’s so beautiful. What a bod! Broad, muscled shoulders, tapering down to sculpted abs and hips. Strong, masculine arms and hands and strong, long legs.
And his cock…oh yes, it’s a nice one. It juts forward boldly, long and wide, and deep red at the tip. It jumps and releases a silver string as he gives it a stroke.
My pussy clenches, wanting that lovely erection inside.
“Have you…do you know what to do with this?” he asks, his voice a hoarse whisper, his hand holding his cock at the base.
“No…I mean, I’ve watched some porn,” I say, shakily. It’s hard to make my voice work. “But I’ve never touched a real one.” I want to, but now I’m kind of nervous. Watching porn is one thing. Having a stiffy waving in your face in real life another. Hotter, but also, scarier. I don’t want to make an ass of myself.
“Oh man,” he says, letting go of his dick. It stays upright, not budging except to leap a little. I love how his balls press up tight against the base of his shaft every time his cock moves.
“Well, there’ll be plenty of time to learn.” His voice is quiet, urgent. “I want you to touch it but I’m afraid I’ll come too soon. And right now, I just wanna be inside you, Brenda. I wanna take that precious cherry right now.” He runs a finger between my folds and shows it to me. “Look how soaked you are.” He puts the finger in his mouth and cleans it off, eyes closing as he does. “So fucking yummy.”
Kneeling on the bed between my legs, he takes his cock in his hand as another drop of precum emerges. He lets the silvery fluid fall onto my pussy and then rubs his silky cockhead between my labia. His hot flesh against mine feels so good, so dirty and good, I feel like I’ll come again if he just keeps doing that. “You ready, baby?”
“Oh God yes,” I whisper.
Holding his cock with one hand, he presses the tip against my opening and pushes. He stops, then pushes again, working it slowly, shallowly, watching my face. I close my eyes, wanting to feel every sensation, even if it hurts.
And it does, it starts to hurt, but, the need to be fucked, to be filled and fucked and rocked to my core is greater, the anticipation swelling up to overwhelm me. His delicate maneuvering isn’t enough. My hips tip forward, trying to meet and impale myself on his thrusts.
I lift my legs and grip his ass with my heels.
“Just…just…go!” I urge, pushing my hips against him.
“You sure?” He stops altogether, looking down at me. His eyes are gleaming, and that one dimple in his cheek shows up and then disappears again.
He’s teasing me again, making me ask for it. So sexy!
“Yes, yes, come on!” I wriggle and writhe, grabbing his legs behind the knees to try to bring him towards me.
“Oh, really?” There’s that dimple again. “Tell me what you want me to do,” he says, rocking his hips teasingly. The tip of his penis is creating uncomfortable, yet stimulating, pressure at my opening. “Tell me!”
“I…I want you to fuck me!” My voice rises to a squeak at the end, and just as it does, he smoothly pushes himself all the way inside.
There’s a brief flare of pain, then he lays his torso over mine and slides his arms under me until his hands grip my ass. His expression is utterly transfixed, his lips drawn back from his teeth as if he’s the one hurting. I feel how hard his heart is pounding and he’s panting and trembling as much as I am. He turns his head and nuzzles me, biting my jaw gently, then he begins moving back and forth, just a little bit.
A little bit more, then a little bit more…and the pain disappears, just like that, as my body opens to accept and enjoy him.
The feeling of fullness feels good and right, so natural and proper. That’s what I was made for, and my body is greedy for it.
I start pumping my hips, marveling at how hot and full I feel, and how smoothly and perfectly we fit together. And how completely the pain has vanished! It was nothing, nothing at all.
Rob grinds himself inside me, pressed close to me, pinning me and holding my ass in his hands, making circles as he drives himself into me with his hips. I can feel his shaft pulse, getting harder the more he rocks his hips inside me.
He props himself up on his elbows and kisses me deeply, then draws back and slams himself home, pounding me with abandon. “Mmmm, yeah,” he mutters, his mouth against
mine, his tongue drawing mine out in a hot, dirty dance. “Mmm, sweet girl…unnnhhhh…sweet girl,” and that last word comes out as a growl, as he goes still and then he growls again, over and over, as he releases spurt after spurt inside me.
He collapses on top of me, and we lay, gasping and sweating together. Some time passes, and he moves off of me, stretching himself out on the bed beside me.
“Wow,” he says, breathing heavily, putting an arm across my belly. “Wow! That was intense. That was…I don’t think I’ve ever had a better…”
His words are cut off by a loud crashing from outside the bedroom door.
Chapter Eleven
Rob
Hearing Brenda confirm that she’s not just a picky, inexperienced girl, but an actual, for-real virgin, pushes my desire for her from a kind of an ache in my heart––and elsewhere––into a bright, blazing, throbbing need to fuck her, conquer, claim her… own her, forever…body, mind and soul.
I’m beyond thrilled, beyond happy that she wants me to do the honors.
I know I’m in the midst of a profound infatuation but I don’t give a fuck. All I can think about, is what an unearthly pleasure she is. What a sweet, funny, beautiful, delicious, tantalizing treasure of a girl.
As soon as I get a mouthful of her delectable pussy I know I’m not going to last. How can such a tiny pink gathering of flesh, no bigger than a rose blossom, taste so fucking delicious? Fresh and clean-scented, she seems healthy and pure. When she comes all over my face, so hard and so prettily, her taste and her fragrance becomes muskier, more sexual and utterly irresistible.
I hang on to her bucking hips as she comes, lapping her cream up. Her orgasm is so succulent, so sexy it’s downright surreal; and so fucking hot I nearly come in my pants. My rod throbs and swells, so hard it hurts. Damn! I know I’m going to blow as soon as I get my cock inside her.
And I love teasing her but when the time comes, sliding into Brenda’s virgin pussy is exquisite. When I get it all the way in, she’s tight and hot and soaked, clamping on my cock like a wet and hungry mouth.
Knowing how bad she wants it makes it that much hotter.
I can’t remember the last time I was so excited; I doubt I ever was. I already like her so much, so much more than any other woman I’ve ever known, I already had no doubt that I was going to relish making love to her.
But she’s blown away every one of my expectations.
I come so hard, it hurts my temples. I don’t realize until we’re laying together afterwards that my orgasm made me grit my teeth so hard that it actually hurt my head.
When I hear the sound of the crash coming from outside the door, I couldn’t care less. The dogs knocked something over? Fine, who cares. Whatever it is, it’s gonna have to stay broken until my legs stop shaking.
I laugh, and tell this to Brenda, who’s looking towards the doors with alarm. I pull her into my arms. “Seriously, I don’t care. It’ll keep for a few minutes.”
“Okay,” she says, tucking her head under my chin. “Yes…wow! That was…astounding!”
“Astounding?” I chuckle, and kiss her head. I’m having a real fuzzy afterglow, way fuzzier than I’ve ever had before. Everything this girl does, and says, just tickles me somehow. This whole week’s been one of the best I can remember, and this evening…?
This evening has been one for the ages.
It feels like she belongs here with me. I put my hand on the side of her face, and look down into her eyes, and the way my heart feels…if I’d known her longer, I’d say I was in love.
I do know that love starts with infatuation. And I know I’m heading in the right direction. And Brenda…I know she feels the same way.
“Yes, astounding!” She crosses her eyes for emphasis, making me laugh again. “Next, I wanna…I want to learn how to please you. How to go down on you, how to make you come like you just did for me,” she says, her voice rising with excitement.
“Oh, baby,” I say. “Are you for real? You made me come harder than I ever have, just by being so hot and beautiful. And waiting until you’re naked in my arms to tell me you’re a virgin…fuck, that was hot. Incredibly cute, funny, and hot.”
She looks at me quizzically, trying to see if I’m telling the truth. Jesus! She has no idea how lovely she really is, and that makes her all the more appealing. “I know you came when I went down on you, but… how was the, um, fucking? Did it hurt? Your face looked like it did, for a minute.” I can’t stop touching her face, kissing her.
“Yes, but only for a minute. I didn’t come again, but it felt great! I was so wet and ready, and I love the feeling of being full. I love how you feel inside me. I can’t wait to do it again!”
“Whoa, sweetie, I need a few minutes at least,” I laugh.
We rest for a bit and then I get up to go see what havoc the dogs have caused.
All three of them are squished onto Tiny’s bed by the hearth, and all three of them look guilty as hell.
“Uh oh,” I say to them. “Not liking the looks of this.” At the sound of my voice, three sets of ears go back, three heads go down and three sets of furry eyebrows quirk sorrowfully as they steal glances at me.
But there’s nothing broken in the living room, and nothing in the kitchen.
In the dining room, there’s a chair knocked onto its side, and two others are pushed out from their places at the table.
Brenda comes out, wearing my bathrobe. “It was hanging in the bathroom,” she says. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“It looks better on you,” I smile. “I think they were playing chase around the table and knocked a chair over. Did you see how guilty they all look?”
“Yes, hah!” We both grin. “You want some water?” Brenda says. “I’m thirsty.”
“Yes! Lemme go grab some pants.”
“Okay, but you look nice walking around naked.” She approaches me shyly, then boldly cups my balls. I like how I never know what she’s going to do.
She hugs me, kissing my chest and then my chin, then my lips. “Hey, do you wanna show me your video game collection now? We could hook up your console while we’re at it. Won’t take long.”
“Sure,” I say. “Be right back.” In the bedroom, I put some track pants on and put my phone in my pocket. I see there’s a message notification but I don’t check it.
From my closet, I grab a plastic bag I’ve hidden there as a surprise for her.
Back in the kitchen, I show Brenda the surprise. It’s a big bag of her favorite dill pickle-flavored potato chips. “You want a snack, sweetie?”
“Oh my God, you’re an angel!” She laughs, and we take the bag and our bottled water into the living room.
We dig through the cartons in the living room and find my gaming console. Hooking it up to my TV and internet only takes a few minutes. We go through my games and pick out Zombie Death Squad, a mutual favorite, and quickly lose track of the time playing it on split-screen in two-player mode.
At first, I don’t do so well. I think that having her sitting next to me, naked under my bathrobe, long silky legs stretched out before her, is distracting me, putting me off my game.
And no doubt, that’s part of it. But I quickly realize that Brenda is no slouch as a gamer. She knows this game well, knows all the maps, knows the best guns to use, and what strategies are right for every battle against the Zombie horde. We play as partners and as opponents, and she soon proves herself worthy as both.
I know there are lots of female gamers, but I don’t know many personally and I’ve never dated one. Now, here’s one, fresh out of my bed and sitting next to me, who’s kicking ass and taking names. And I’m falling more and more head-over-heels for her with every passing minute.
It’s hard to keep my mind off how fresh and lovely she is. How full of surprises, how sexy. I can’t wait to see those lips wrapped around my cock, to show her how to please me, and to learn what pleases her. But, there’s no rush, we just started this sizzling-hot thing we have going
…and we have all the time in the world.
I steal a look at her. She’s riveted to the screen, the tip of her tongue peeking out from her mouth as she concentrates.
I can’t imagine how I could be any happier.
For the next couple hours, we find out how truly obsessive gamers we both are, stopping only to guzzle bottled water, go to the bathroom and munch handfuls of dill-pickle chips.
My phone keeps vibrating in my pocket, but I don’t care if someone died. Right now, I’m having fun with my girl and people will just have to manage without me for a night. I take it out of my pocket and deliberately avoid looking at it. Turning it off, I put it face-down on an end table and promptly forget about it.
We play through most of the game and finally take a break around midnight. We let the dogs out and we both head down the hall for a bathroom break. Brenda uses the main bathroom and I head into the master bath.
She’s sitting on the bed when I come out, waiting for me. Hesitantly, she makes a remark about getting dressed to leave.
“You’re not staying the night?” I ask, genuinely surprised.
“I…well, I didn’t bring anything to wear to bed. Or, a toothbrush. I didn’t want to presume. Plus, you, um, haven’t actually asked me to stay.”
“I thought it was taken for granted. Of course I want you to stay!”
“Well…okay, if you insist.” She winks. “But I still don’t have anything to wear, or a toothbrush.”
“Would one of my t-shirts do for you to sleep in? You can have your pick. And I’m sure I have a spare toothbrush somewhere.”
“That’d be nice,” she says, and smiles at me. The way her eyes are shining make my dick take notice. Now recovered from our earlier session, it instantly swells in my pants. “I’m gonna let the dogs in,” I say. “Hold that thought.”
When I get back, she’s still sitting on the edge of the bed.
“C’mere,” she says, putting her hands on either side of my hips and guiding me to stand in front of her. “Why don’t you take these off?” She tugs at my pants, licking her lips.
