I couldn’t stay here. I could barely even concentrate, and I knew the longer I stayed the more suspect my behavior would become. I started to gather up my things. “I have to go,” I said. “I forgot I have some chores that I need to finish.”
“Okay.” I could see her skepticism written on her face, but she didn’t question me. “See you at school, I guess?”
“Yeah.” I stuffed my books in my bag, and walked out her door now. “See you then.”
I raced down the stairs, half hoping to see Mr. Hendricks again, but he wasn’t around. My heart dropped a bit at that, but I reassured it. I would see him again tomorrow.
Tomorrow. I had to get home, as soon as possible.
Maddie’s house was reasonably close to my own, and I made it home in record time. My parents were nowhere in sight, thank God. They were the last people I wanted to see right now, with what I had on my mind. I ran up the stairs to my bedroom, and shut the door, locking it tight. I needed release, and I needed it now.
I fumbled through the drawer of my nightstand, and pulled out my prize. A small, vibrating dildo. I remembered when I bought the thing off of Amazon a few months ago. I was terrified that my parents would open it before I got home from school, or the words ‘SEX TOY’ would be emblazoned in capital letters across every surface of the brown cardboard box. But I was safe, and it was the best purchase I’d ever made.
Now, I stripped down, discarding my shirt, shorts, and absolutely drenched panties on the floor. My pussy was achingly empty, and I needed to fill it with something. I wished desperately it could be Mr. Hendricks’ thick cock, but this would have to do in the meantime.
I fingered the smooth surface of the dildo as I lay down in my bed. I had gone for one of the realistic ones, and this was flesh-colored, 6 inches and thick. I held the thing over my face, remembering what I’d just done to Mr. Hendricks, wishing it was him that was hovering over me right now. I took the tip of that dildo in my mouth, and moaned softly. God, he was so hot. I needed him again.
The dildo was softer than the man, and was the same texture through its entire length. It just didn’t have the delightful variation of softness and hardness that the real thing had. But I knew it was good for something. I pulled it out of my mouth now, and brought it downwards.
I slipped my fingers between the sensitive folds of my vulva, knowing that not an hour ago, Mr. Hendricks had his own finger in the exact some position. That thought alone sent another powerful throb through my body. My cunt was flowing in juices; this was the wettest I could ever remember being.
Not able to tease myself for long, I dipped a finger inside my body. I was warm, wet, and tight. I was so tight. My entire body was tense, tense with anticipation, tense with need. I needed release. I drew my finger out, and with my other hand, brought the dildo into position. It had warmed in my hand, but it was nowhere near the heat of Mr. Hendricks. His cock had been a hot iron in my mouth. But I persisted with the dildo, knowing it was all I had at the moment.
I gave out a little whimper as I pushed. The head slipped inside me, and I wished it was Mr. Hendricks. I needed him. I pushed that fat cock further and further into, until I was fully impaled by it. Then I turned it on.
The effect it had was immediate. I arched my back and moaned loudly as vibrations coursed through my vagina, stimulating that sensitive flesh nearly to the point of no return. I was so aroused, I knew I wouldn’t last long at this rate. I began to buck my hips against the dildo as I slid the thing in and out of my body. I wished for the millionth time that it was Mr. Hendricks pounding against me, taking me, taking my virginity, and whatever else he wanted from me.
I shuddered violently, and pushed the dildo all the way in again, savoring the feeling of being filled. Then I pulled it out, and touched the tip to my engorged, hypersensitive clit.
Fireworks. I saw stars as thrills ran up and down my body, slowly building to a crescendo. I turned the vibrator up even higher as I arched my back further, lifting my ass off the bed. I wanted to come. I wanted to feel my cunt clench, and I wanted it to be tightening around Mr. Hendricks. I pressed the dildo ever more firmly against my tortured clit, rubbing it now, as I dipped a finger inside myself once more.
The need was building. I was on the very brink. I moaned, aching for release, and then my breaths came in short bursts as I fell over that edge. My legs jerked violently and I pressed the dildo down as I rode out my orgasm. Yes, yes, I needed this so bad.
My pussy tightened and flexed around my finger at that powerful climax, and I pulled the dildo away from my over-stimulated clit, sighing and closing my eyes. It felt like waves of relief and euphoria were washing over me. For the first time in hours, I felt calm. Relaxed.
But I knew the need would build again. By tomorrow, I would be in a frenzy.
Chapter 5
I wasn’t exactly in a sexual frenzy by 7, as it turned out. I was a nervous wreck. After I had a night to sleep on things, I realized what I was getting myself into.
Mr. Hendricks was an older man, with experience. I had none to speak of. Of course I knew a little about giving blowjobs, but I knew next to nothing about actual intercourse. I knew I was going to make mistakes, and that was the last thing I wanted to do. I wanted nothing more than to please this man. There was something about him that made me ache desperately to please him, make him happy, make him climax. How could I do this?
I ended up shutting myself in my room all day, watching as much porn as I could. Video after video on Redtube flew by my eyes. I knew the basics, oh, I knew them well, but I was still afraid. I was afraid of making a mistake, and losing him. Flicker was practically the only thing that could keep me remotely calm. I always felt better when my fingers were stroking his long black coat. He'd been a stray, and one with a genetic deformity, or worse, he'd been hit by a car and his legs never healed right. He walked funny and had trouble using the bathroom. I knew if I had taken him to the pound he would have been euthanized on sight, so I begged my parents to keep him. They finally grudgingly agreed, and he'd been my cat ever since.
I hugged that cat close to me now as the seconds melted away, and I very nearly talked myself out of going. But when the clock struck the quarter hour chime, at 6:45, it was almost like someone else took control of me. I went downstairs, said goodbye to my parents, and left. I was on autopilot. I knew my need had overtaken any fear I might have had. I was going.
At 7 on the dot, I pulled into Mr. Hendricks’ driveway. Sure enough, Maddie’s car was gone. It would just be him and me.
I trembled as I took slow steps down the sidewalk to his front door, staggering every once in a while. I cursed myself for deciding to wear the ridiculous high heels I’d picked out. I didn’t have much practice with them. When I reached the front door, my fear was on the rise again, and I very nearly turned around and ran, right then. But Mr. Hendricks didn’t let me. He opened the door before I could even ring the bell.
I stared, blinking at the light emanating from the house like a deer caught in headlights. Mr. Hendricks smiled, and said, “Krystal.” Then he pulled me in.
After that, my fear melted away. He was on me, his body grinding against my soft, supple skin, his hands gripping my arms firmly. He bent his head downwards for kiss after passionate kiss, his tongue commanding my mouth open, forcing its way inside me. I gasped, nearly overwhelmed by his power.
Finally, he halted his onslaught, if only temporarily. “I knew you would come,” he said simply, brushing my hair away from my face. Without another word, he led me upstairs to the master bedroom. His room.
My heart was beating like a drum as I glanced around his room, his private domain. I’d never been in here before, naturally. I barely ever even went into my own parents’ bedroom. He seemed to enjoy a slightly more modern look: his bed was a low platform - an Asian style bed - and currently covered in slick ebony bed sheets. The black nightstands were equally low, and each had a simple lamp with a square black shade on them.
Th
e walls were red, blood red, and the carpet was white, but had a large black area rug thrown on top of it. There were various abstract paintings on the wall, and I paused for a moment, trying to decipher their meanings. But Mr. Hendricks impatiently pulled me along. He didn’t want to waste a minute, apparently.
I could feel my fear and nervousness on the rise again, though. I didn’t want to make even the slightest mistake, so I followed him, but with some trepidation. He led me to the bed, and gestured for me to lie down. I did.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and began to unbutton his shirt. My eyes widened when I saw what was underneath. I knew he was ex-military, a Marine to be precise, and he still had the body of one. He was obviously taking care of himself. His muscles lengthened and bulged as he moved his arms, flexing underneath his weathered and battle-worn skin. He was tanned, and it made all his scars pop out like stars against the night sky. He did have a little fat, a small pouch of a belly, but under that I knew there was only more muscle. This man could control me. He could overpower me with both his body, and his mind. And I found myself wanting him to do exactly that.
He was gloriously uncovered now, and his erection was obvious, even in the dim light of the room. With the confidence that only an older man could possess, he climbed atop me on that low bed, kissing me and cupping my naked breasts through my shirt. He pressed his body downwards, and I could feel the thick trunk of his cock against my belly, full and firm. I could also feel the familiar burning rising within me again. My fear was falling away, and all that was left was lust.
Mr. Hendricks seemed to be able to sense the change within me, and he drew downwards. He unbuttoned my jeans and smoothly slid them off, leaving me vulnerable, in nothing but my shirt and panties. And then the panties came off too, and I was completely exposed to him. He crept his way upwards again, and softly kissed my neck, thrusting lightly against me, now.
“You’re absolutely certain you want this?” he asked. I nodded, swallowing, my mouth feeling dry and cottony. I couldn’t think of a thing I wanted more, at the moment. My entire world was him, and him alone.
He nodded back at me, smiling slightly, and then grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt, pulling it swiftly over my head. Now, I was as naked as he was, but I felt a hundred times more vulnerable. I was completely at his mercy, and we both knew it. He kissed me again, starting with my forehead, then moving down, his lips brushing against my eye, and then my lips. Each touch was like fire on my skin. He was so hot, both in the physical and metaphorical sense.
Then he began to move lower. His tongue danced against my collarbone, and then his lips caressed my breast. I tensed, my back arching when his tongue curled around my nipple. He was so good. It was like he knew exactly what to do to turn me on. And what was more, he was teasing me. He knew what I wanted, as I squirmed and writhed on the bed, willing him to go, lower, lower.
But he continued to tease my breasts, sucking lightly at one, his hand massaging the other. The rough pad of his thumb swirled over my other hardened nipple, and I bit back a squeal. Then he used his teeth, clamping down on me, and I grabbed the sheets. The pain was exquisite.
He chuckled lowly, and finally moved downwards, the rough scratchiness of his chin scraping against my soft, tender belly. I instinctively parted my legs for him, but he didn’t delve in yet. Instead, he nuzzled what little pubic hair I hadn’t shaved off, and breathed deeply. I knew he was taking in my womanly scent.
Without any warning, he suddenly dived down between my legs. His hands gripped my thighs firmly, taking handfuls of my supple ass as his tongue poked out of his mouth and parted the engorged folds of my pussy. I was wet… I was so wet, and he lapped up my juices eagerly. He moaned into my vulva now, and I joined him, bucking my hips up and back, towards his face. I wanted more, I wanted so much more. I wanted him to make me come with his tongue.
He laughed, and his tongue dancing across my cunt as he teased me, judiciously avoiding my aching clit. I whimpered and pressed backwards, urging him to bring me to climax. I needed it, I needed him. But instead, he went for my tight hole, exploring as far as he could.
“Oh God… oh, sir…” The feeling was very nearly too much for me. I stood on that agonizing brink as he flicked his tongue in and out of me, over my folds, lightly and infuriatingly dancing over the hood of my clit. “Please, sir,” I whimpered. “Let me come.”
Mr. Hendricks finally obliged me. He pressed his tongue down against my clit and I very nearly exploded right then and there. But I wanted this to last, and willed myself to stay at the edge of that precipice for as long as I could. But he was unrelenting. He pressed and slid his tongue down on my clit with no mercy, and soon my climax was realized, rolling through my body like a hurricane. My arms and legs jerked violently, and I squeezed my eyes shut from the force of it. I let out a long, low moan, my breath coming out in panting gasps. That was like nothing I’d ever felt before.
And Mr. Hendricks was now ready for the main course. With my cunt still clenching tightly from that powerful orgasm, he began to climb on top of me again, his thighs butting up against my own, and his huge, throbbing cock was mere inches from my tight, pulsing entrance. I knew what he wanted, and I knew he would take it. And I wanted him to take it. To take me, and my virginity.
He leaned down to kiss me, and I tasted myself on him. The sensation sent another thrill through my body, and another moan escaped my lips. “You like that?” he said as he lowered his hips, his thick rod nearly touching me now. I was so achingly empty. I had to have that monster inside me, and now.
“Yes, sir,” I breathed, my chest heaving. “I need you.”
He chuckled at that. “I know.” He pulled himself upright, and towered over me now, a goliath of a man. I tensed my body, raising my hips upwards, willing him to take me.
And he obliged me yet again. He guided his cock between my slick folds, pressing the expansive tip against my entrance. “Relax, this won’t hurt,” he soothed, and then he pushed.
Pain blossomed in my vision. He was huge inside me, bigger by far than that little dildo I’d been using these past months. I could feel the walls of my virgin cunt being stretched farther than they ever had been before. I groaned, and for once, not from pleasure. This was almost too much.
But Mr. Hendricks persisted, slowly pushing himself inside me, until I was completely impaled on his rod. By now, the pain had drained away, and I only felt pleasure. Or maybe the pain had transformed into pleasure, in my mind. Whatever had happened, the feeling was fantastic.
He brought his body downwards now, so that he was hunched over me. In an instinctive motion, I wrapped my arms and legs around him. I wanted to be as close to him as possible, I wanted this feeling to last forever. I needed him. My fingers curled, digging into his flesh as I felt his muscles flex and contract under my hands. He was pumping away now, grunting wordlessly, but I knew what he was thinking. I felt so good. He loved railing my young, tight hole. He never wanted this to end, either.
Faster and faster he went, the crescendo of his orgasm building now. I felt yet another climax of my own, rising in my body. If he kept this up, I would come again, right around his cock.
He seemed to know it, and he thrust faster and harder. I was seeing stars again from the overwhelming sensation of his member filling me like this. I knew I wouldn’t be able to get an experience like this with anyone else. Only Mr. Hendricks could fill me up completely. Only he could satisfy me. I groaned, my cunt clenching reflexively at that thought, and Mr. Hendricks spastically pushed against me, at the sensation of my tight hole squeezing him even further.
“Jesus,” his voice grated in my ear, his breath rough and panting now. Even though he didn’t say it, I knew he was going to come soon. But I was going to come first.
I gave a juddering breath and moaned loudly, and for a second time that night, an orgasm rolled through my body. My already over-stimulated clit pulsed strongly, and my pussy throbbed around Mr. Hendricks.
And that was
just too much for him. He spastically slammed against me now, groaning loudly with need. He was close, he was so close, I could just sense it. And finally, with a roar, he unloaded inside me, coming hard and strong. I could almost feel his come flying out in ropey bursts, and filling me to the brim. That thought sent another shiver through my body.
“Yes,” I moaned, still grabbing at him. “Yes…”
He smiled, still panting for air. “Yes indeed. You are a good little girl.” I nodded, looking up at him. He was mind-blowingly sexy. My head swam as I tried to take him in, as I tried to take in everything that had happened, everything that he’d done to me. He hunched down over me, his lips close to my ear. “And you need more of me. This isn’t enough, is it?”
“No,” I whispered. I didn’t think it would be possible to ever get enough of him.
“What a naughty little girl you are,” he admonished, and my heart skipped a beat for a second. Was I bad? Did he not want me anymore? But he just lay there, kissing my ear and neck, still firmly embedded inside me, and I knew that couldn’t be true.
As much as I wanted to, we couldn’t stay this way forever, though. With a loud groan and slight wince, Mr. Hendricks pulled out of me, his cock still completely hard and erect. He moved off of me and stood up by the bed, his body silhouetted by the nearby lamp. He was all angles and muscles, and even though he was older, he was still gorgeous. Maybe it was because he was older.
He just wasn’t built like most of the boys at school. Those children looked like little girls, next to his powerfully built form. His shoulders were so broad, his waist was so thick. Everything about him was massive. And I loved it. I loved the feeling of being utterly dwarfed and overpowered by him. My heart gave a flutter as I had a fleeting thought of him pushing me down on the bed, forcing me, taking me whether I asked for it or not. Whether I wanted it or not.
Of course, I did want it. But that imagery sent another throb through my pussy. The sheer power of this man was unbelievably arousing.
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