This cock, on the other hand… This was enormous, far thicker than the banana. I was positive it would rip me apart, but part of me was looking forward to that.
Part of me wanted him on top of me, pounding me, pumping me, ripping me apart. Part of me—and it was a part that grew bigger with each passing second—wanted him to tame me hard, to make me his.
I wanted to be stretched out around that huge cock, sighing and gasping as he forced me to take it over and over again. And I wanted to feel what would happen when he finished inside of me, filling me up with that hotness, that stickiness…
I got down on my hands and knees. I knew from my girlfriends that boys liked this, even though I had never given a blowjob before. I began to lick slowly from the base of his shaft up to the tip of his cock.
He gasped in delight, grunting as I kissed along his shaft, planting hot, suckling kisses along his flesh, tugging at the skin of his shaft with my lips and my teeth as I went along my way.
Finally, I got to his thick, meaty cock head and I wrapped my lips around that, sucking hard and then using my teeth, grazing his hungry flesh with my equally hungry teeth.
“Ahh… Too much teeth…” he whimpered. I glanced up at him coyly.
“What’s wrong, big bad biker man? Can’t take a little teeth from a cute little virgin by the side of the road?”
“Apparently not,” Crow muttered. I felt him run a hand through my thick curly hair and grasp me firmly. He pressed his cock into my mouth and I obeyed him, allowing him to slide his length down my throat. I took him as deep as I could, letting him go further and further into my throat…
I knew this was called deepthroating and I remembered my girlfriends discussing techniques for doing it comfortably.
Myself, on the other hand, I found that I didn’t have much of a gag reflex (I had always known this… I was able to take all sorts of disgusting medicine without any problems as a kid!) and so I was able to slide his cock deeper and deeper, further down into my throat. My mouth suckled and massaged his hungry, horny shaft as it disappeared into my face.
Finally, I had my nose buried in his pubic hair and his long cock buried to the hilt in my throat. I could barely breathe but somehow, I had kept conscious.
Now, I began to bob my head, sliding off his cock a little bit before slamming it back into my throat, letting his huge meat invade my hungry mouth.
“Oh, fuck, that’s good… You’re pretty experienced, huh?” Crow moaned.
I shook my head, trying to indicate that this was my first blowjob but I don’t think he understood. Oh well. I would explain that later on, maybe when I was admiring his scars.
I continued to work his cock with my mouth, bobbing my head enthusiastically, savoring the sensation of his flesh invading my hungry throat. I wanted him so badly at that very moment, I would have let him do anything to me… Anything his biker heart desired. I hungered for his flesh, for his blood, for anything that was him. This was my first time experiencing adult passion… and I liked it.
Faster and faster, I worked my mouth. Before long, Crow couldn’t control himself. He grasped me by the hair and began to force his hips into my mouth, plowing my lips as though he were fucking my face.
I loved this.
I loved the control he exerted over me.
I loved the shock of fear that ran through my veins as he dominated me. And I wanted more of it.
Deeper and deeper he plunged his cock into my virgin throat and then, finally, he let out a triumphant moan of ecstasy.
“Aw, fuck!” he groaned, and suddenly, his cock was twitching and spasming. Then came the flood: his sticky, hot seed filled my mouth. I closed my eyes as I struggled to swallow it all, gobbling it down as though I were drinking milk after a spicy meal. His cum was salty and bitter but not altogether unpleasant.
I wanted more and more of it and I wasn’t going to stop until I had milked his cock dry. I coddled and massaged his balls as he came, thinking that maybe, just maybe, I could coax one last drop of that delicious salty cum out of his cock.
But to no avail. His cock, now flaccid, popped out of my mouth, a trail of cum leading down my throat.
I looked up at him with big innocent eyes.
I could imagine what he saw: a pretty little girl, cum dribbling out of her mouth, her hair all messed up and her boobs red from some rough suckling and kissing.
I looked him in the eye, trying to read what was going on behind those intelligent, dark brown eyes.
What was he thinking? What did he want now? What was he… planning?
“Stand up,” he said suddenly, in a voice dripping with authority. I did so without question. He undid my belt and slid my jeans down over my shapely thighs, catching my panties with them. A blush rose on my face. No one had ever seen my pussy before… At least not since I was a little kid. I had definitely never shown it to any boys and not even more roommates had seen me this naked.
Now, he pushed me back on the bed and spread my legs wide. I felt so vulnerable, so exposed. I couldn’t believe I was allowing a man I had just met, a man who I had just watched kill someone… I can’t believe I was letting such a man touch me and see me totally naked, totally exposed.
Then I felt his lips on my belly, kissing down from my belly button toward my hot mound. But instead of diving right in, Crow kissed around my pussy, down to my inner thighs, licking and biting his way along my skin.
I whimpered softly as he nibbled at my sensitive flesh. I loved this. I loved every second of this exquisite torture. I couldn’t wait to see what else he had planned for me but I would have been satisfied just to feel his mouth teasing me in these sensitive, hidden places…
No, that was a lie. I never would have been satisfied with just that. I wanted more. Needed more. I wasn’t going to be satisfied until I felt Crow’s mouth on my wet hungry slit.
I wasn’t going to be satisfied until he took care of the hungry ache that lived and resonated deep within my body, deep within my core.
The ache that called for him to fill it…
His tongue finally danced along the crook of my thigh and then onto my slit. I gasped.
“First time for this?” Crow asked smugly.
“Um… Yeah… How did you know?” I asked hesitantly.
“Just a though,” he said with a smile. “A hunch, if you will.”
Then, he planted a big kiss directly on my clit and I shuddered in delight, my hips shaking. I tried to press my hips forward, trying to force his mouth onto my hotness, onto my wetness, but he took his time, kissing softly along my pussy, lapping teasingly at my hot center.
Every time I started to get too excited, he would back off and I would whimper, hungry for more and more…
“Please, Crow, please!” I all but cried. “I want it so bad!”
“What do you want, baby girl?” he cooed evilly, his tongue barely touching my clit. “What do you want?”
“Lick me! Please! Make me cum!” I screamed finally, glad my roommates weren’t home. As it was, I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone in the building heard me.
“That’s a good girl,” he growled and then his tongue descended on my clit, slathering me in delightful pleasure. I writhed beneath his touch, groaning and grunting as he licked me.
His ministrations were perfect—so precise, so well-timed, enough to bring me closer and closer with each passing second without pushing me overboard.
I felt like I would approach the limit of my orgasm infinitely, never finally going over the edge. I would inch my way closer and closer to the edge of the cliff of pleasure, sometimes able to peek over, but never, not once, did he allow me to fall over.
“Please, I want to cum,” I moaned, my hips bucking under his skilled and practiced tongue. “I want you to make me cum!”
“You want to cum, huh?”
“I do! I do!” I cried, my hips shaking, my body hungry to finally find its release.
“That’s my good girl. You beg beautifully.”
God, I loved the way he talked to me. I loved the domination, the way he played with me, as if he were a cat and I were a mouse, scampering back and forth, just waiting to be devoured…
And once again, his tongue whipped over my clit, rapid-fire. In moments, I went over the edge.
I felt like I was on fire, my body shaking and my dark skin was all electricity. I threaded my fingers through his hair and held his face to my pussy, screaming as I came.
He slurped up my juices as my pussy flooded, the smell of sex hanging thick and heavy over us.
He gave my hot, throbbing pussy one last kiss before getting on top of me. I wrapped my legs around him and I felt his hard tool pressing against my wet sex.
Then, he was sliding into me. I gasped. I wasn’t on protection. He wasn’t wearing a condom. But I didn’t care.
The feeling of his flesh on my flesh… It was all too much.
I clutched at him, all but screaming as his cock slid into my tightness, into my wet, virginal core. He spread me out. It felt like he was stretching me, ripping me apart.
I closed my eyes tight, letting out a whimper as my hips bucked involuntarily against his, rubbing my clit against his powerful abs. I groaned at the stimulation, my body burning with desire and passion.
“You… You’re inside me…” I whispered, almost incredulous at the fact that, just like that, in a single moment, I was no longer a virgin. I had a man inside me, a dangerous man, a man I had just met. This morning, I saw this man kill another and now, I had him deep inside of me.
My wet, tight walls clutched at his cock, holding him tight and massaging him as he buried himself in me to the hilt. It hurt only a little.
I was so wet, so slick by this point, my juices running down my legs, that the only pain came form my muscles being stretched uncomfortably in a new way by this huge unfamiliar invasion.
“That’s right,” Crow whispered, nibbling on my ear. I gasped again, as much from the sudden pressure of his teeth on my ear lobe as from the feeling of my pussy stretching to accommodate his massive girth. Slowly, he began to pull out, starting to slide himself out before slamming his cock back into me.
I squealed as I took his cock, accepting it into my hungry pussy. My body devoured his cock, squeezing it, sucking it down, wrapping him in my warm wetness. “I’m inside you. I’m making you mine.”
Mine. His. I liked that idea. I liked the idea of being his, of belonging to this rough, mysterious man. He slammed himself into me again and again, each time pulling his cock almost all the way out, to the tip, before impaling me once again.
The feeling of his veined, throbbing cock forcing its way into my tightness, into my hungry wetness… I couldn’t stand it. It was too much. It made me feel like I was going to lose consciousness any second.
I ran my fingers through his hair, gripping him by the scalp and pressing my hips into him, so that he ground against my clit as he fucked me.
“Harder! Harder!” I moaned, reaching down to grab one of my own tits as he fucked me. I gripped my soft flesh tightly, squeezing and twisting my nipple, shrieking at the sudden and surprisingly unexpected pleasure and pain that erupted from my own ministrations. “Fuck me harder, Crow!”
And he complied. He pounded me, slamming into me over and over, like a jackhammer, his cock taking me hard and fast, as if I were some piece of prey and he were a wolf devouring me with some existential hunger.
“God, you’re so fucking tight. You’ve got to be a virgin,” Crow growled in my ear.
I moaned and nodded, pressing my hips harder and harder into his body, my own body devouring his, consuming him just as the passion consumed me with each passing second as he pumped into me…
I felt myself getting close.
I couldn’t believe it.
I loved the way he fucked me. I loved the way he talked to me while he fucked me. I loved the way he talked to me even when he wasn’t fucking me, though I couldn’t really even think about that right now—the pleasure and the sensations in my body were way too much for me to think about anything but the fact of my being fucked, the cock that was buried deep inside of me, that throbbed… He seemed to expand inside of me, filling every tiny crevice, every nook and fold of my pussy.
And then, I was cumming. I shrieked and wrapped my legs around Crow’s powerful, sweaty torso, grunting as waves of delicious electricity ricocheted through my body.
My pussy literally throbbed, screaming around Crow’s cock as I came, my hole flooding, washing his cock with hot, sticky juices.
He covered my mouth with his to keep me from screaming too loudly and I dug my fingernails into his shoulders, moaning into that kiss and eliciting deliciously pained grunts which spilled into my mouth through the kiss.
My body ached from the pleasurable convulsions but still, he fucked me. Still, he pounded me. I could barely moved and so I lay there, accepting his cock, gasping with each thrust and wondering if it would be his last.
Finally, he groaned.
Finally, his cock throbbed and twitched inside of me—I felt it—and finally, it began to pump, filling my hungry pussy with his seed.
It was… Amazing. The feeling of his hot cum flooding my tightness, filling me up, spraying my insides. His cum stuck to the walls of my pussy, making me gasp, making me groan, and I could only clench and unclench my cunt, massaging his dick and milk his cock as he shot his load into me. All the while, he groaned, gripping me tight and driving his length deeper and deeper into me. I gasped again and again as he powered his seed into me and, then, just like that, it was over.
He pulled out of me with a loud pop and lay down next to me on my bed. My heaving breasts matched the cadence of his rising and falling chest.
Departure
“That was your first time, wasn’t it?” Crow said softly after a minute.
“It was. I… I tried to tell you while you were in my mouth… It was my first blow job too… It was my first anything…”
“How old are you? You aren’t like, fourteen, are you?”
I laughed softly, running my fingers over his abs.
“No, no, no… I’m nineteen, don’t worry. How old are you?” My eyes searched his for some clue. His eyes, his face—they could be anywhere from twenty-five to I don’t know what.
“Twenty-nine,” he answered, as if distracted.
“How did you get these scars?” I asked, tracing my fingers over the tiny circular scars along his chest.
I already know, of course—they had to be bullets.
“A shoot out. A couple years ago. I took a shotgun blast to the chest.”
“And you survived?”
“Turns out, it’s real hard to kill me,” Crow said with a grin. “Check this one out…”
He turned over, lying half on his stomach, half on his side. There was a deep, ugly stab over his lower back.
“Right in the kidney. Didn’t even faze me. I threw the bastard through a window, took his bike, and pawned it the next day on my way to the hospital.”
My mouth dropped open.
“You’re kidding.”
“Nah,” Crow said, still smiling, shaking his head. “I just can’t be killed. That’s the only conclusion I can come to.”
I laughed softly and snuggled my face into his chest, inhaling his scent… His strong manly scent, something like… I couldn’t place it. A combination of sweat, whiskey, and tobacco maybe?
We lay there for maybe twenty minutes, just breathing, not talking, not looking at one another, as if the silence spoke volumes. Finally, Crow stood and began to dress.
“Where will you go now?” I asked, pulling the blanket from my bed around me, to cover my nakedness.
“I don’t know,” he said with a shrug. “North, maybe. To Oregon. I know a guy who deals up in Portland. I think I could hide out there pretty easily for a few months.”
“Will you come back?”
“Here?”
“Maybe.”
“Oh.”
I looked down, disappointed. As he tightened the belt on his pants, Crow lifted my chin up with two fingers, looking me in the eye.
“Buck up, kid. I’m not the kind of guy you want. A nice girl like you needs a nice guy.”
“I’ve never had much luck with nice guys. Everyone thought my uncle was a nice guy too.”
Crow glanced back at me, a sad look on his face. Then, hardness replaced the sadness. His lip curled.
“What was your uncle’s name?”
“He’s dead. Don’t worry.”
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