“Good. Because if he weren’t already…”
Crow shrugged. I could only imagine what he would do to him. It made me tremble; it made me scared, but all in a good way. All in a way that made me melt inside and want to wrap myself around him and keep him from going.
“Can’t I make you something to eat before you go?”
Whatever he had been expecting, it wasn’t this.
“I’m okay—“
But his stomach growled, cutting him off. I grinned.
“You might be okay but I don’t think this guy is—“ I said, poking his belly. Still naked, I led him into the kitchen and sat him down at the table. I got out some pasta and some sauce. I browned some ground beef in a skillet, tossed some spices on it, and mixed it in with the pasta and sauce once everything was cooked.
Finally, I finished it off with some cheap dried parmesan cheese. It wasn’t exactly a gourmet meal but it would be filling.
Crow set upon it with a voracious, single-minded hunger. I had meant the meal to be for both of us but he had clearly misunderstood because as soon as I put the bowl in front of him, he dug in, gobbling it up as if he hadn’t eaten for days.
Of course, every boy I’ve ever known has had a huge appetite, so maybe that’s just how all boys are…
“Damn, that was incredible. You’re a great cook,” Crow said with a sigh five minutes later as he sat back, having devoured two huge portions of pasta. I could only giggle. I really wasn’t that great a cook—if he thought I were that good, it really must have been a long time since he had had a home-cooked meal…
He patted his swollen belly and I could only grin as I reached out and undid his belt again. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his flaccid cock. Well, if I weren’t going to get any of the meal I had made, I would need to eat something, I decided…
I got down on my knees and ran my tongue along his cock, swirling it around his hot chafed flesh, tasting the musky sourness of my juices still on his dick.
Crow groaned with delight and ran his fingers through my thick dark hair, pressing his hips forward as his cock grew. Damn, but it was huge already.
Part of me still couldn’t believe that I had managed to fit that whole thing inside of my pussy, let alone my mouth.
Now, I ran my tongue along his hardening, throbbing shaft. Grunts spilled out of his mouth as I ran my tongue up to the tip of his cock and suckled hard, swirling my tongue all around his thick, red knob of flesh.
“You just keep getting better and better at this. You’re really a natural” he said with a grunt, his cock twitching.
Once he was fully hard, I let him over to the couch in the living room. I made him lie down and I mounted him, slowly lowering myself onto his hot, hard length. I threw my head back and gasped as I felt my weight take me all the way down onto his cock, his huge girth digging deep into me.
“Oh, god…” I murmured in delight, gripping my tits and twisting my nipples with hunger as I began to grind my pussy against him. I didn’t even bounce at first—all I did was grind against his tight, firm abs and crotch, feeling the pressure in my clit build.
It grew faster and faster and my breath spilled out of my mouth faster and faster as I gasped, whimpering with each movement.
“You’re still tight as hell,” grunted Crow from beneath me. He gripped my ass tight, massaging my butt cheeks and sliding his fingers in between my crack. He pressed one finger into my back hole and I gasped, eyes widening. I had never had anything back there but…
Boy, did it feel good! I rocked back and forth, allowing his finger to penetrate me and making me ride his cock more and more, whimpering and shaking as the hungry pleasure built in my pussy.
Finally, I began to ride. I began to bounce. I pressed myself all the way off of him before dropping down, letting his length dig deep into me, pressing in deeper and deeper. I felt so full, so satisfied with him inside of me.
Words fail me as I try to explain it. I felt like he fit perfectly inside of me. Just big enough to stretch me and make me whimper but not so big that it hurt.
I could only gasp and moan as I rode him, my hips tightening, clenching and unclenching around his finger and around his cock.
Faster and faster I rode, bouncing and driving my clit against his crotch. He grunted with each of my descents, his cock rubbing deliciously against the walls of my cunt as I came down on him. I felt him start to tighten and twitch, right at the same moment that I myself began to cum. I threw my head back once again and screamed as orgasm wracked my body, my hips shaking, my boobs shaking, my pussy convulsing and spasming.
For his part, I felt his cock exploding inside of me, shooting stream after stream of hot seed deep into my womb.
I didn’t even care if I got pregnant from this. That would be a bridge I would cross when I came to it. For the moment, nothing seemed more important than having him inside of me, or, if I couldn’t, than having a piece of him inside of me, to keep.
Finally, we finished our orgasms. I lay against him, pressed my face into his neck. We enjoyed the after glow for several minutes, kissing lazily and letting our breath return to normal.
“I should go,” Crow said finally.
“I know.”
“You can’t come with me.”
“Are you sure? I could cook for you. I could do this with you every day. We could have a life together.”
“You saw the scars, Heaven,” Crow said sadly. “This isn’t a life. This isn’t a life for you.”
I climbed off him as he stood and dressed once more. I watched him, feeling the tears behind my eyes. I wouldn’t cry just yet, I promised myself. I would wait till he was gone.
“Find yourself a nice boy. A college boy, maybe. Someone with a future.”
“You have a future. You’re going to Portland.”
“That’s not a future, Heaven. What I have is a past. You want a boy with a future. There’s a distance.”
He leaned down and kissed me once more. I melted into that kiss. It was the kind of kiss that leaves you wanting another and another. The kind of kiss that you don’t want to believe is the last.
“I’ll never forget you, darling.”
“Please don’t,” was all I could manage to say before he left and the tears started to flow.
From my window, I watched Crow mount his bike.
He looked like a knight—a warrior from medieval sagas, clad in black leather armor and atop a steel, fuel injected steed. He looked back to me to wave but I had already retreated from the window.
The Date
In contrast to how eventful the first day of my week was, the rest of the week was positively boring.
I took the next day off work and my boss, who’s a fairly nice guy when I think about it, even paid me since I had seen a guy murdered outside and all that.
Pretty decent of him, if you ask me.
I went and bought some new clothes for my date with Officer O’Leary, though I was no longer nearly as excited about it was had been earlier. I didn’t want O’Leary. I wanted Crow. And I couldn’t shake the suspicion that this was just a way to find out more about Crow… Regardless, I would go out to dinner, let O’Leary buy me a nice meal, and maybe I would even go home with him. But I wouldn’t betray Crow. I had already decided that.
At seven on Friday evening, I saw a motorcycle roll up. It wasn’t a Harley like Crow’s. It was a sporty little Japanese bike, a Suzuki I think. It was definitely cute and it looked fast, but not nearly as powerful as Crow’s machine.
O’Leary pulled off his helmet and waved up to me. I blushed and waved back. He was wearing a fashionable suit, something a little casual but still nice, with a cute woolen tie and gorgeous tan shoes that set off the whole ensemble. I wore a nice black dress—a new piece I had just bought for the date, and something which was now the most expensive piece of clothing I own.
Retail therapy, anyone?
I went down stairs and saw O’Leary had a helmet for me too, but no sidecar. S
o he wanted me to ride with him?
He tossed me the helmet.
“There you go,” he called out. “Give her a try. See if she fits.”
It did. I gave him a thumbs up and got on the bike behind him. Immediately, it revved to life and I almost gasped. Damn, but I could get used to that between my legs. I wrapped my arms around O’Leary, feeling his tight, firm abs through his suit, and off we went.
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We went to a fancy restaurant on the other side of town. We had reservations and everything. I had never been to a restaurant that took reservations.
Over a lovely dinner, O’Leary told me about himself: oldest of six kids, been working since he was thirteen, put himself through college at State, joined the force and hoped to make detective this year.
“I figure if I catch O’Connor, there’s no way they can’t make me detective,” he said with a grin.
“O’Connor?” I asked, confused. And then I realized who he meant. Crow.
“Yeah, the biker murderer? You can’t have forgotten already?”
“I guess I blocked out part of it,” I said with a sheepish grin.
I had to admit, I was having fun. I had never been wined and dined like this before and the way the candlelight glinted off the glasses at the table, and the way O’Leary’s light blonde hair glowed in the low light of the restaurant… I felt like I was in a fairy tale. Sometimes, I would tune out, forgetting to pay attention to whatever O’Leary was saying, feeling the entire time like some sort of princess.
He paid for dinner, even though I ate a ton and the food was better and more expensive than anything I had ever had before. We drove back to my place.
“Would you like to come up for a cup of coffee?” I asked as I got off. I had already made up my mind that I was going to ask him up. I felt like I was betraying Crow but he was gone. This is what he told me to do, after all.
“I’d love to,” O’Leary said with a smile.
We never got around to that cup of coffee.
Torn
As soon as we got into my apartment, O’Leary slammed me up against a wall, his mouth on mine. I couldn’t help but give in to the kiss, wrapping my arms and legs around him.
“I’m going to make you mine tonight,” O’Leary growled in my ear. Those words sent shudders down my spine. Crow had already made me his, I wanted to tell him. But it was too late.
We tumbled into my room.
He all but tore off my dress. I realized as it fell to the ground that it had been torn in the process.
I wanted to cry but I was already being forced to my knees, a huge, veiny cock presented to me. I knew what to do.
I latched my lips around it, and began to suck hard. O’Leary was rough but it wasn’t unpleasant.
I liked the way he pulled at my hair, the way he forced himself into my mouth. I loved to be dominated, I realized.
This wasn’t the slow, calculated domination that Crow exercised. Rather, this was fast.
Hard.
Brutal.
O’Leary fucked my mouth, using it like a toy. I felt like a slut and I loved it. I bobbed my head, looking up at him with smoldering eyes, feeling like a porn star the entire time.
I played with his balls, stroking them, teasing them, licking them, and even suckled one as though I were a babe sucking at a mother’s breast.
Then, I went back to servicing his shaft. He was almost as big as O’Leary and, I knew from listening to my girlfriend’s complain about their boyfriends, they were both bigger than average.
He rammed as much of his tool as he could down my throat. It was a good thing I was ready to take it; otherwise, I’m sure I would’ve started crying.
I sucked hard, bobbing my head obediently as he pulled my hair and whispered filthy things in my ear.
“I know you’ve been seeing O’Connor,” he growled.
I pretended that I hadn’t heard.
“And I know that he was here right after the murder.”
Still, I gave no response.
“I can make it worth your while if you tell me where he is,” he murmured softly and then, he began to cum, his hot seed flooding my mouth. He came so much that it dribbled down my lips and onto my exposed tits.
He forced my face down onto his cock, driving as much of it into my poor abused throat as he could. Finally, gasping, he let me pull off his cock, tears in my eyes.
“I don’t know where he is!” I said finally. “I really don’t!”
“On your hands and knees,” O’Leary ordered. A thrill of excitement went through my body. I was scared but I wanted to see where this went. I obeyed him and he slid down my thong, revealing my full, curvy ass in all its glory.
He spread my ass cheeks wide and I found myself blushing as he admired by backside: my wet pussy, my tight puckered asshole, and the juices running down my thighs, an indicator of my incredible excitement at being taken so roughly…
Without further ado, O’Leary buried his face in my pussy. I gasped, feeling his hot tongue force its way into my snatch.
He licked hard and fast, slathering my pussy with his saliva from my clit up to my asshole.
I whimpered and moaned as he licked me, my hips shaking.
“Fuck, that’s good…”
“Makes you want to tell me where Crow is, doesn’t it?” O’Leary growled. He sank his teeth into my thigh and I yelped, electrically pleasant jolts of pain shooting through my body.
“I really don’t know where he is!” I cried as he slid a finger into my ass. I blushed hard. Crow was the only other person to touch me there.
In fact, he was the only other person to do any of this to me.
O’Leary continued to shower attention on my clit as he lapped at my pussy, teasing my whole slit and simultaneously driving his finger in and out of my ass.
It hurt a little bit but I found myself enjoying it more and more, pressing my hips back, trying to take more of his finger inside of my tight hole…
I was getting close and my hips were shaking, tightening around O’Leary’s head. He gripped my tits hard, the rough touch only making me want it more, only bringing me closer to coming. It was really when he gripped my nipples, tugging and twisting them hard, that I let out a shriek and began to cum.
The orgasm was hard but different from how it had been with Crow. This one was more urgent, almost painful, as if it had been building up and now, finally, everything was flooding out, waves of relief washing over me.
I all but collapsed as I came down from my orgasm high. But the state trooper wasn’t done with me.
He spread my ass cheeks wide and I felt his cock pressing against my warm, wet sex. I knew what was coming and I braced myself. He forced his long tool deep inside of me, causing me to cry out in sudden ecstasy.
It didn’t feel quite as novel as when it had been with Crow but I still loved it. I especially loved having O’Leary behind me.
I felt like a bitch, being taken by a dog, felt like an animal fucking in the forest instead of a human girl.
“Hard, harder, harder…” I whimpered. O’Leary slapped my ass hard. I yelped, tears springing to my eyes.
“Where. Is. O’Connor?” he growled, pulling my hair hard as he pounded me from behind. Was this his idea of an interrogation? I honestly didn’t mind if it were…
“I don’t know!” I cried, pushing my hips back into him. I wanted more. I wanted him to ask me more, to demand more of me, to make me serve him as he pounded me. I groaned as he gripped my hair, forcing my head back and riding me hard.
I felt like I was the motorcycle and O’Leary were the rider, and I was bound to go wherever he wanted me to, do whatever he wanted me to…
He grabbed my tits hard and I shrieked, my nipples already sore as he twisted and teased them.
“Tell me, damn it!”
“I don’t know!” I said through tears. Even though the pain was mounting, I wanted more. I wanted this punishment. It dulled the ache of missing Crow.
A
ll the while, O’Leary slammed into my pussy.
From being a tight virginal treasure chest, locked and stored away, only a week ago, it was now becoming pretty experienced.
As it was, I was getting better and better at taking a hard cock, at accepting it into my tight warmth like a good girl.
As O’Leary fucked me, I tried to imagine Crow taking me like this. I would like that. I think he would be good at it, taking me from behind.
He was so strong, so manly, but also kind of animalistic and bestial. I could only imagine that he would like me to let him fuck me from behind. Maybe he would even want to do it in my ass? If it were Crow, I might be okay with that…
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