He saluted. “Yes, Ma’am. But keep in mind that you just bought yourself an evening tied to my bed.” He gave his penis one last defiant squeeze and then used both hands to ease his pants and underwear slowly down his thighs. His thick erection immediately sprang forward like a poorly-behaved dog on a leash. In the dim light, Mona could see that is was just as big as she remembered. In fact, it was almost too big and thickly veined from the wide base to the glistening head.
Sam kicked his clothing off his feet and stood there, proudly, with his hands on his hips, impatiently waiting for his next direction.
The sight of Sam naked was impressive. Where Clark had been finely-toned, sinewy perfection, Sam`s body was brawnier and more powerful-looking. His thighs were roped with thick muscle and even his feet were broad and huge. He looked like a warrior: a man who could handle himself in any given situation and come out smiling.
The halogen torches gave the harsh planes of Sam’s face an almost sinister cast but they also highlighted his physique dramatically. Mona stared up at him in wonder. His shoulders looked impossibly wide, seeming to block out the night sky. Her gaze travelled downward and she was struck by how the rippling muscles of his abdomen seemed to flex and move under her scrutiny like a living thing.
All that masculine beauty and strength was under her control and she couldn’t wait another minute to get her hands on him.
“Come here,” she said, her voice had a husky quality to it that she barely recognized.
“Thank God.” Sam muttered in relief and dove into the water, his long body arching in a surprisingly graceful swan dive.
When he emerged directly in front of her he didn’t waste any time. He flung his wet hair out of his eyes and gave her a look so full of intensity that she half-expected the water to start boiling around her. He kneeled before her in the shallow water and pressed her back hard against the side of the pool. His hands grasped the sides of her neck to hold her still as he leaned down and kissed her like every molecule in his body depended on pleasuring her mouth. She sighed in relief at his direct approach and clung to him, opening her lips wide to accept his velvety thrusting tongue.
“Get those beautiful legs around me. I need to feel you,” he said against her open mouth. Reaching down he gently parted her legs so he could wedge his hips between her thighs.
All thoughts of being in control left her and she enthusiastically raised her hips and wrapped her thighs around his tight waist. His heavily engorged penis was now in direct contact with her sensitive folds and he began flexing against her in a rolling motion that caused small explosions of pleasure to ignite between her legs
Mona had a brief flashback to how her dates with Joe would end in high school, usually with a heated make-out session after which he would go home frustrated and more than a little annoyed. A few times, however, they had gotten carried away in the backseat of his dad’s old Pontiac and had ended up rubbing furiously against each other until Joe came in a rush, against her stomach or thighs. Those were the memories Mona turned to when she needed relief from her sexual frustration. When she was close to making herself climax she would recall Joe’s harsh breathing in her ear, his desperate pleas to continue, and the feel of his hard penis bucking against her slippery folds. These recollections never failed to put her over the edge, but they couldn’t compare to this moment with Sam. She couldn’t imagine anything more exciting than being pressed tightly against his big warm body as his hard cock rocked against her most sensitive flesh.
“Jesus. The water is warm but your pussy is even hotter. You feel fucking incredible.” He twisted his hips from side to side, firmly lodging himself right against her entrance but not entering her. “Do you like that?” She nodded. “How about that?” He slowly dragged his cock along her folds, pulling back to watch her face as he did so.
She arched her neck and locked her ankles together in the small of his back and squeezed, trying to keep his warmth and hardness trapped against her. “Yes. I like it. Don’t stop. It’s so good.”
“Do you have any idea how much I want inside you? How much I need to fuck you? It’s all I’ve been thinking about all day.” Reaching down he lifted her a few inches until her breasts were completely exposed to the cool night air. Her nipples instantly went as hard as marbles and Mona sighed as he leaned down and took one rosy tip into his mouth and sucked it deep, circling it with his tongue as he effortlessly lifted her, sliding her mound up and down against his hard shaft.
“Please.” Mona pleaded. “Do it. I’ve waited so long already. Don’t drag this out anymore.” She let go of the ledge and wrapped her arms around his neck, staring deep into his eyes. “It doesn’t matter how or where. As long as it’s with you. You’re my fantasy. But I want it now. Right now.”
“That is exactly what I wanted to hear.” He kissed her hungrily as he turned them around and began walking towards the nearest set of stairs with her clinging to him like a monkey with her bottom firmly supported by his palms..
Mona pulled her lips away and grasped his shoulders tightly. “Where are we going? I thought we’d do it here.”
He smiled down at her and kissed the tip of her nose. “As hot as that idea is, the reality is that salt water stings and I want to make you scream with pleasure, not pain. Also, my trusty Elephant-man condom is way over there.” He pointed at his clothes with his chin. “Will it totally annihilate your fantasy if we continue this in one of those cabana-things?”
Mona turned her head and looked at the opulent tent-like structures scattered around the pool deck. She hadn’t thought of it but salt on her newly-ruptured hymen probably wouldn’t feel very good. And yes, a condom was a necessity. She’d started taking the pill to prepare for losing her virginity but she unprotected sex was stupid sex. She’d been so caught up in her fantasy that she hadn’t thought about the drawbacks of being devirginized in a saltwater pool. Once again, she thought how lucky she was to be sharing this experience with Sam. He was obviously still capable of thought. And wasn’t that kind of irritating? She’d love to see him out of control. He was just entirely too calm and self-assured.
With that thought in mind, she pulled herself up his body a few inches until she could reach his neck with her mouth. She licked the column of his strong throat from collarbone to chin as she tightened her thighs around his pelvis. This action caused the head of his cock to slide along her pussy and brush against her clit. She made a little grunt of delight and they suddenly weren’t moving anymore.
Sam’s breathing had gone ragged. “Mona, I swear to God, if you don’t want to end up fucked senseless against the side of this pool, do not make that sound again.” He lifted her higher on his body until her pussy rubbed against his rippling abs instead of his straining cock. “Now, what do you want? Safe cabana? Or risky, painful pool?”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine. Safe cabana it is. But hurry. I keep expecting someone to walk in here and see us.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He laughed as she contemplated this idea and then began wading towards the stairs with Mona content to be held tightly in his arms.
*****
Minutes later she was stretched out on a double lounge inside one of the poolside cabanas. Sam had spent an inordinate amount of time drying every inch of her body with one of the luxurious towels he’d grabbed from a nearby table. Then he’d lowered her to the lounge, raised one end so she was half-reclining against the cushions, and sauntered off in search of his condom. The drapery panels were gathered around the frame of the small enclosed space so Mona was able to watch him as he retrieved the oversized foil packet from his pants.
The white-draped ceiling blocked out most of the moonlight but the torches still provided just enough illumination that she was able to see the remarkable masculine shape of Sam’s body as he approached. It wasn’t his body that drew her attention though; it was his face. Sam was looking at her like a predator on the hunt. All his easy-going teasing was gone as he prowled towards her.
When he was finally looming over her at the end of the lounge, still gloriously naked and erect, she felt excitement surge through her at the ruthlessness in his expression. There would be no more playing. He was going to take her now. Funny Sam had been replaced by Caveman Sam.
“If this was your fantasy, would you have me like this?” Leaning back against the pillows Mona carefully crossed her arms at the wrist and raised them until her hands were draped over the top of the lounge in a submissive pose.
Sam licked his lips at the sight of her. “Something like that but in my fantasy, you’d probably be restrained and blind-folded and I’d be pounding into you from behind already.”
Mona’s eyes widened in shock at his bold words but she couldn’t quite help grinding her thighs together to ease the pressure at the thought of Sam taking her just like that. She could easily imagine herself bent forward as he took her with brutal force and mind-numbing pleasure.
He ran one finger up her instep. “But right now we’re concentrating on you and your fantasy. That means I want you to spread your legs so I can see how wet you are for me.”
Mona felt a little quiver ripple through her at his tone. He sounded like he fully expected her to do as he commanded. There wasn’t even a note of doubt or hesitation in his voice. It was like he knew what she secretly wanted him to say. The way he shocked and teased her was exactly what she needed to push through her nervousness and give into her darkest desires.
Slowly, she spread her legs a few inches. She felt her cheeks flame in embarrassment as he studied her neatly-trimmed bush. She was completely naked in a public place with a man staring at her private parts. She felt exposed and vulnerable, but those emotions just seemed to add intensity to the experience: to make it more vivid and memorable.
Sam narrowed his eyes at her. “I’ve seen you do some pretty impressive yoga poses, so I’m fairly certain you can spread those thighs much wider than that. C’mon, Sweetheart. Let’s have a peak at that sweet little pussy of yours."
“I thought you said you hadn’t been watching me in a pervy way,” Mona grumbled, but she slowly shifted her legs until they were bent at the knee and spread wide for his gaze.
Watching her closely, Sam reached down and feathered his callused fingers down one of her calves. His touch was so soft it made her skin tingle and burn.
“Ok. Maybe there was some perviness involved. But who can blame me? Look at that.” He trailed his blunt fingers over her hot centre. “Every fucking inch of you is so pretty. Especially here.” He cupped her mound and gave it a brief gentle squeeze.
Suddenly impatient, Sam tossed the condom he’d been carrying onto the cushion beside her and then circled around the lounge and lowered himself down next to her. Stretching his long body out he very carefully crossed his wrists and then raised them until his hands hung over the top of the lounge, mirroring Mona’s submissive pose.
“What are you doing?” Mona asked, shocked and excited at the sight of all that smooth, golden skin and muscled flesh spread out before her like a buffet. Was he actually giving up control to her? Sam? It seemed unlikely. Taking command was as much a part of him as his sense of humour or his sharply-intelligent blue eyes.
He gave her a look that could only be called desperate. “As much as I’d like to be all dominant dickhead right now, I don’t think I have it in me to be even slightly gentle. We’ve just been playing too long. But I really can’t wait another second to feel you around my cock. So, take the reins this time so I don’t hurt you, but do it fast, okay?”
Mona nodded eagerly and lowered one of her arms to scramble for the condom. “Deal. But you have to put this on because I’ll probably strangle you again if I try.”
Sam groaned at the memory. “Good plan.”
Mona handed the foil packet to him and watched in admiration as he deftly opened it with his teeth and then rolled the latex down his hard length. Then he raised his arms over his head and resumed his submissive pose. The look in his eyes, however, was all dominant male as he watched her and waited, every muscle coiled with tension.
Leaning forward, Mona kissed his mouth sweetly. “Thank you,” she whispered against his soft lips. “I know letting me take control isn’t natural for you but I promise to make it up to you later. Okay?” She cupped his sharp cheekbone with one hand and then trailed her hand down his chest until it was resting just above his bellybutton. The bulging head of his erect penis, just inches away from her fingers, strained toward her touch like it had a mind of its own. Unable to resist, she traced the tip with her fingertip, mesmerized by the pearl of liquid that appeared under the condom.
He groaned softly. “That isn’t helping. If you really want to make it up to me all you have to do is climb on and ride me. Now. Before I go fucking insane.”
Mona reluctantly removed her hand from his fascinatingly responsive penis and rolled to her knees beside him. With some grace, she swung one knee over his thighs until she was straddling his hips with her moist centre just inches below the base of his massive erection. Taking it in her hand, she gently angled it away from his stomach until it was standing straight up from his groin. It looked incredibly large and was much harder than she would have believed. Was this even anatomically possible? Fear started to creep into her brain but she blocked it out. This would work. It had to.
Raising herself up on her knees, Mona grasped Sam’s shaft and dragged the head along her slippery folds until it was poised at her entrance. She let go of his straining cock and leaned forward to brace herself on his firm chest as she lowered herself slowly down his hard length an inch or two.
“Jesus,” Sam grunted. “You are so fucking tight. I can’t believe it. I’m not hurting you, am I?” He asked watching her face for any sign of discomfort.
“No. It feels good so far. I suppose there’s no way we could stop here, is there?”
He barked out a laugh and shifted restlessly beneath her. “Only if you want to kill me.”
She grinned at him. “Can’t have that. I still owe you a fantasy. And I always pay my debts.”
His laughter turned to a curse of pleasure as she slid down his another few inches until she met some resistance. Scrunching her eyes closed, she forced her body to continue its downward momentum until she felt a small twinge of pain. It was over in an instant and then she was able to concentrate on the remarkable sensation of being filled and stretched by Sam’s rigid cock. She opened her eyes and her gaze connected with Sam’s. His eyes burned as he stared back at her.
“That’s it. Take it all. Every fucking inch. You feel amazing.” Sam broke their eye contact and rolled his head from side to side. The cords in his neck stood out and all his muscles flexed as he fought his body’s natural instinct to thrust and plunge into her hot cleft.
“You feel incredible too. So much better than I ever imagined. I like it. I like it a lot.” She felt a little silly saying it, but it was true. She loved the way he felt inside of her, so big and powerful. She wiggled experimentally and found that her slick flesh was stretching to accommodate his extraordinary size. She lowered herself those last few inches until she was impaled completely. She paused there, allowing herself to savour the sensations between her thighs.
“Baby. You have to move. Please. Up and down. Side to side. Whatever you want. But I am going to lose it if you don’t ride me soon.”
She leaned down and nibbled on his full bottom lip. “Will I like it if you lose control?”
“Probably. But I’m trying to be all noble and shit.” He gave her a disgruntled look. “So please. I need to feel you come on my cock. And then all restraint is going to go out the window and I am going to fuck you, good and proper.”
That sounded very promising. Now that she was officially no longer a member of the World`s Oldest Living Virgin Club, she was eager to try anything. So far she loved everything about sex: from the way Sam felt deep inside her to the guttural tone to his voice. It was all amazing and she couldn`t wait to experience more of it.<
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“My turn first,” she said and leaned back until she was able to brace her hands on his strong thighs. Experimentally, she rocked her hips from side. Oh. That was good. She moved again, this time making slow circles.
“Yes. Like that.” Sam said as he gently thrust upward, just once. “You look beautiful on top of me. I may have to re-think my favourite position.”
“Hmmm… I wonder what my favourite position will be.” Mona experimentally raised herself on her knees. The head of his cock dragged along her sensitive passage, sending sparks of pleasure along the way. She bit her lip as she slowly slid herself back down until he filled her completely again. “You keep talking about taking me from behind. I think I’d like that. Can we try that next? With the blindfold maybe?”
She nearly laughed at his expression. He looked surprised but also a little bit shocked.
“Anything you want. Anything. Just say I can use my hands now and I’ll take you from behind wearing a top hat and fucking lederhosen on top of a volcano if you want.”
“What would you do with your hands if I let you?” She asked, feeling so powerful that she understood how people became addicted to sex.
Sam started to lower his hands but she reached up and held them against the top of the lounge. “Just tell me.” Her breasts now hung directly over his lips.
Sam angled his face forward until he was able to reach out with his tongue and flick one distended nipple. Hot puffs of air blew against her sensitive skin as he spoke. “I’d definitely be pinching these,” he said, and gave her breast another long lick. “But mostly I’d be rubbing that hot little button between your legs.” He sucked her nipple hard for a moment and then circled it with his tongue. His words combined with the feel of his mouth on her breast made her feel light-headed with pleasure. She began grinding her pussy against his public bone, unexpectedly finding that she could stimulate her clit quite easily this way. She imagined that she could climax quite easily if she just rocked against him a little bit longer. But no, she wasn’t quite ready for this to be over yet.
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