by Nicole Snow
Mr. Langern answered my self-conscious worries by scratching my thighs with his stubble. It stung on both sides, and then he was in me, intimate and ferocious.
My mouth dropped. Stunned silence filled the room as I struggled to adjust to his face between my legs.
His tongue snaked straight up my slit, wedging itself amid my labia. The tip caught all the stray cream drooling out of me.
He shook his face to the side a little and went deeper, faster, tasting me like I was filled with some divine confection.
I started to moan. My thighs shook, wobbling closer to his head.
The rough hands were back, spreading me apart, laying me bare for whatever his mouth wanted. I finally understood.
He's not going to be satisfied. Not until he's gotten everything. Oh, Jesus, what kind of animal have I released here?
I had a flash of his life, my decade as Holly's best friend, sensing the hidden sexual tension frothing in one lonely man who'd lost his wife. The eagerness in his movements said I was the only woman he'd had after her passing. And when a man is left barren for so long, stuffed to the brim with his desires, slow roasting from the inside out...
“Holy shit. Mr. Langern, please!”
His tongue found my clit. He sucked it against the tip, orbiting my overcharged nub. Ten fleshy strokes in and I climaxed.
I held nothing back. Grunting, writhing, fuming, dancing, I came on his mouth.
My throat hummed with labored breathing, becoming groans. I'd masturbated myself to completion plenty of times. But nothing compared to this.
Nothing else in the world. Nothing like the blinding sweet numbness of ecstasy prickling my veins. My flesh turned to ice, and a second later became fire again.
Mr. Langern held me lower, growling as he smothered my clit in his restless, flapping, wonderful tongue. Who knew that a man's mouth truly held the key to heaven?
My private rhapsody inscribed in flesh passed. Opening my eyes, I saw his face over mine.
He'd moved up to me, covering my small body with his. More than two hundred pounds of lean, sculpted muscle pressed dangerously close onto my whole body, his erection held against my entrance like a lucid arrow.
“Wait!” I cried, flattening my hands on his broad chest. “Isn't something missing? A condom?”
Mr. Langern's face twisted, half-smile and half-sneer. His hand wavered gently up my shoulder, caressing the right side of my face.
“Why would you want to take away the most raw, real thing about your first time? Sure, I can retrieve one and slide it over my cock right now. But neither one of us really wants that, do we?”
His hips rolled forward. His cock slid upward between my lips, catching my wetness and arcing on my clit.
Another whimper. Another gasp. Every nerve inside me screamed, battering the tiny ball of sensible fears nestled in my brain.
“N...No,” I stammered. “I want you deep inside me, Mr. Langern. Oh, come fuck me.”
Gritting his teeth, he pushed across my outside again, tighter than before. My clit sizzled.
“Are you sure, little Kaylee? You're using words like a big girl now. Does that mean you're really ready to fuck like one too?”
This time, I exhaled as he pushed against me. Something fell away deep inside me, bouncing in my inner recesses like stray stones falling down a long abyss.
My lungs heaved, lightly twirling my breasts for him. My hands slid up his chest and hooked above his shoulders, pulling him toward me with all my might.
“Do it,” I whispered, hoarse and desperate as fire speaking.
Mr. Langern's face turned deadly serious, focused. I imagined it was the same expression he wore while finalizing a million dollar acquisition, and now he was poised to finish his total conquest of me.
His hips jerked forward. His cock leveled into me just right, snapping through the last of my virgin skin at the entrance and sailing deep, stretching my soft walls.
Nerves flared. A few darted their prickly discomfort through me, but most of them twang with pleasure, sharp as the violin sonnets still drifting in from across the hallway.
I moaned. My body jerked uncontrollably as he kept going, all the way to my womb, grinding his big head against my cervix.
“Ohhh,” he grunted. “Oh, fuck. I knew you had a tight little cunt, but this is...simply exquisite.”
I looked up and saw his eyes pinched shut. He anchored himself in me, quietly burning and still, so long I swore we could feel each other's pulse.
But then, like all men do, he had to act. My new lover's hips swung into motion, lifting his huge frame back before crashing into me again, harder than before.
Primal shock crashed through my system. If it weren't for his weight against me, I might've jumped so high he would've slipped out of me.
Instead, I pushed my hips to his, then fell backward along his rigid shaft. The pleasure – the ungodly, reckless euphoria – bathed every muscle in sultry honey.
Time stretched with my flesh, slowing impossibly. I looked down and saw, felt the force of him hammering into me, but it seemed to happen in a vacuum devoid of everything but eternal ecstasy.
He didn't get in many thrusts before I gave it up. His fire invaded me, scorching every nerve, sending me crashing into the blinding white light I craved.
I grunted, screamed, and came. My legs arced over his and clamped tight against his ass, ramming my hips to his as my sex romped and dribbled all over his thrusts, all the way to his balls.
The ferocity must've surprised him. Mr. Langern growled, pinning me to the mattress by the shoulders, his eyes small and hot with concentrated desire.
He fucked me through my spasms, not stopping for a single second. Pleasure lifted me high, fuzzy and sticky sweet, but his thrusts created new devastating lightning in the void, like a storm above a forest fire.
I came and came and couldn't stop. I screamed, scared and overjoyed that I might be trapped in ecstasy forever.
But at last, the big wave ebbed, smashing me back on his jagged shores. And my sex never cooled.
The lustful hunger only grew, fed by his insatiable thrusts. Already, my virginity was long behind me, replaced by a gnawing eagerness to worship him with my flesh.
I wanted this man. More than that – I wanted his seed.
The risk didn't bother me anymore. Maybe it was the brute pleasure or a primal reflex he'd triggered with his scent, his touch, the savage entrance of my first cock.
Whatever it was, I wanted its natural conclusion. I began to pant, loudly breathing and moaning through my teeth.
The sound drove him wild. His cock struck my depths, a fleshy piston gone on a one way, runaway trip.
“Oh...Mr. Langern! Ah...I need it. I – oh! – need you to come inside me.” I recognized the feminine pitch in my voice, but everything else sounded like a totally different person.
Mr. Langern was past words. For him, the only answer could come in the thump of his hips, the wet slap of flesh-on-flesh.
He furrowed his brow. His hips sped to a demonic pace, transforming him into a fiery engine, carving a path through me so powerfully I thought he'd make me combust.
I didn't expect him to come to a full stop.
I'd never heard a man scream before. Not really. I'd only heard the playful yelps boys make on the sporting fields.
Mr. Langern's whole body stiffened into pure rock. My feet lay against his ass, pressing as hard as I could, but not moving anything.
His huge girth swelled inside me like a hose, all while he groaned like a mountain collapsing.
Soon, I didn't know who was burying who in screams. My mouth opened wide and I added my unearthly howls to his after I felt the first jet streak inside me.
His come burned. It smoked, steamed, and scaled, making all the heat before seem like a lukewarm trickle.
His cock fired deep, reloaded, cascading his semen into me again. And it just kept coming, far more than I thought his round sacs could hold.
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p; By the time I began overflowing with his essence, I was deep in another orgasm. Our hips twitched, gently riding the storm, stirring his potency into my womb.
My womb opened with every mind blasting shudder. That moment, I'd literally become a vessel, a wind up toy rewarded with fierce pleasure for letting my body do exactly what it wanted, what it needed, clenching and sucking and milking him for every drop.
Mr. Langern's eyes were still clamped shut when I saw clearly. The same liquid fire inside me washed against my ass, its excess pooling on the sheets and cooling beneath us.
He held himself inside me. I could've slept like that, totally drained.
Spent. Exhausted. But most of all, satisfied.
Another thunderous aftershock rumbled in his throat as he finally pulled away. The mattress bounced as he collapsed next to me.
I reached between my legs and felt the hot stream. Did I feel any regret?
The answer was in my kiss. I leaned over to him, giving his tired lips a full kiss, alive with dancing lips and tongue.
Mr. Langern groaned happily. He embraced me one more time, holding me tight for a moment, while my thighs shifted together to stop the seemingly endless outflow.
“How does it feel, little Kaylee? Does it feel good to be a woman now?”
“You've got no idea, sir. And you were right about everything...it's much better when we don't restrict our passions.”
He smiled knowingly. A couple minutes later, he sat up and swung his big legs over the bed, slowly wiping his brow.
I watched him walk over to where our clothes were piled in all his naked glory. Seeing him dress in that neat, unassuming suit was almost as much fun as watching it come off.
Almost.
When he'd finished, he laid my dress on the bed next to me, along with my underwear. He held up my bra and winced.
One of the straps was torn. As in, hopelessly ripped beyond repair. Oops.
“Looks like I got a bit carried away. But I still have no regrets.” He smiled. “Come visit me next week. I'll replace it with something better.”
With that, he strode forward, stopping before he disappeared into his study to blow one last kiss. I heard his door click shut before I stood up.
I dressed quickly, allowing myself no time to reflect in his mansion. I'd been gone for – what? – hours?
Holly and a few of our mutual friends were probably wondering where I'd gone by now. Or maybe they weren't. Regardless, I had to find someone and let them know I'd had my fill – just not in the way they expected.
I tidied up my dress as best as I could and began my trek back through the house. Phantom soreness pulsed at my center, and I wondered if I'd be struggling to walk tomorrow while his sperm continued leaking out of me.
I was almost at the stairs when I heard familiar laughter. Cautiously, I peeked through the half-opened door and saw Holly leaning on pretty boy's chest, swirling her fingertips in his center as they lay half-covered on her big pink bed.
I took one step forward, trying my best to slink away, when I heard her shout.
“Kay! Come here a minute.”
I stepped inside, awkwardly smoothing my dress. She sat up and smiled at me. Her boyfriend lay next to her, a dull and sleepy look on his face.
“How's the party, girl? Is everyone out there happy and hopping?”
“Yeah, sure. Everybody's keeping it real the last time I checked. That DJ you snagged really knows how to work the music.”
Her smile beamed, but faded just as quickly. I stared at her nervously, wondering what was running through her head.
“Oh my God, Kaylee Hughes!” She stood up, clad in nothing but panties and not even blushing. “Did you finally give it up to someone tonight?”
“What?” Alarm rang in voice. “No! I was just dancing a lot. It can make a person flushed, you know.”
“No, I don't think so,” she said confidently, striding forward like her Dad, hands balled into little fists. “You got your V-card stamped!”
Charlie stretched out on the bed behind her and laughed.
Great. This is just what I need, I thought, glad that we were out of High School so the rumor mill Holly founded and ran for so many years wouldn't swallow me up in its grinder.
“So what if I did?” I said finally. There wasn't much use in hiding it once Holly was hot on the case.
“Holy shit! Who was it? Come on, you have to tell me!”
“Older boy,” I lied. My cheeks burned as I thought about Mr. Langern's gorgeous, hard body. “I don't...even know his name.”
Holly burst out into laughter. Loud, catty, knee slapping laughter.
For an instant, I felt stupid. But if she was laughing like this, then she obviously believed my story.
“You can't be fucking serious,” she gasped. “You? Little Kay?”
“Yeah, yeah. Laugh all you want. I just got caught up in the moment and he pulled me into a closet.”
“Wait.” Holly's face went dead serious. “Not my extra storage closet out front?”
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “No, Hollster. Your shoes and dressed are perfectly safe from my sweat.”
“Okay, good! Why don't you tell me about this guy and we'll see if I can track him down?” She scratched my shoulder, nails bright and sharp as talons.
“No, no, no. There's no need to do that.” She cocked her head and looked at me closely as my hurried words spilled out. “Not yet, at least. I just want to enjoy the rest of the night and forget all this.”
That's too tall a lie. You wouldn't forget Mr. Langern and what he did to you a few rooms away for anything.
“Okay, Kay. I remember what it was like getting my V-card punched – all the silly thoughts and emotions. You deserve a little time to decompress.” Her face wrinkled with sympathy. “But tomorrow, you're gonna tell me all about this mystery man and everything that happened.”
“We'll talk then, Holly.”
I turned and suppressed a shiver. I sensed her eyes looking around the corner, following me all the way down the corridor.
As soon as I turned the corner to the staircase, I stopped. Dubstep's deafening, mechanical thumps bounced below, almost as loud as my heartbeat.
I shifted and went straight for the kitchen, sliding out the glass door and stepping onto the patio. A few drunken guys were slumped in the same pool chairs Holly and I had sat in only days ago, the place where I'd wished my way into Mr. Langern's bed.
I snuck out the gate and headed toward my car. In the darkness, I felt a hungry vibe, the instinctive need to fill dark places with blinding light.
Halfway home, I realized it was my deepest hunger, churning steadily whenever I remembered the feel of Mr. Langern's flesh.
III: Longest Summer of My Life
It's a rare thing for dreams to come true. And when they finally do, it's as beautiful as it is disorienting.
I buried my face in my pillow the instant I got home. Neighbors were still setting off fireworks late into the night to celebrate, but I slept through the celebrations.
When I woke the next morning, it took me a little while to remember who I was and what had happened. For an instant, I wondered if I'd dreamed the whole thing.
But the dull ache between my legs said otherwise. So did the sticky residue lingering on my thigh, the remnants I later washed away in the shower.
Days passed in surreal, quiet contemplation. My parent stayed out late at their jobs and visited their friends. Only my phone rocked my little world, the annoying ring tone I'd set for Holly disrupting my lonely meditations in bed.
The third time she tried to call, I angrily silenced it. Her constant texts and rings were deafening reminders of what I'd given away.
Day three came, and I didn't regret anything. Mr. Langern had taken a part of my virginity and a shard of my soul that night. He'd taken so much from me that I was afraid I'd walk away from their house scared, bitter, or worst of all, empty.
Like a naive virgin, I expected s
ex without a real relationship behind it to be a mess.
But, oh, I was wrong.
Mr. Langern filled me that night, and not just with his potent seed. He'd given me a new craving, one that burned brighter now that I'd tasted the forbidden fruit.
I had to see him again. I just didn't know how.
I couldn't ignore Holly forever, and I certainly couldn't indulge myself with him a second time while she was around – assuming he even wanted me.
By mid-week, I was secretly praying for a sign. One little call, a note slipped in the mail with an anonymous address, anything.
Holly's barrage of phone tag and Facebook pokes had finally stopped. I was coming back from a quick jog around the neighborhood pond when she rang me again.
Time to bite the bullet. Let's just get it over with while I'm still pumped on my body's natural painkillers.
I punched the button and waited for the vibrations to stop. I heard my best friend suck in a long burst of air.
“Kay! Where the fuck have you been? I've been trying go over the Fourth with you all fricking week!”
“Been a little busy and sick, Hol. Must've been something I picked up at the party that night. Summer bug. Dad's been riding me about finishing up my orientation paperwork for State too.” I stopped, preparing myself for a new flurry of questions.
“Aw, that sucks. I'd take you out for some coffee but we can't do that 'til next month. I really wanted to hear all about your guy!”
Through her annoyance, my heartbeat picked up hopefully. “Really? Why not?”
“I'm at the airport, Kay! Cousin invited me out to Cally for a week and I thought I'd take him up on it before I have to spend the next year on the colder coast. Haven't you been checking Facebook? I've been posting all about it!”
“Nah, that bug really laid me low.” Suddenly, I actually felt like talking to her. “I really wish we could've gotten together again. But how about when you get back? I'll tell you all about what happened then.”
“Oh, alright. TTYL, lady.” She hung on the line. “Oh, and Dad said something about enjoying your company at the party. Whatever the hell that means. Hope you didn't cry on his shoulder after Mr. X fucked you! Dad's always been sappy and stupid and into drama like that.”
