Vegas Virgin

by Kelli Callahan

  “That feels so good!” I moaned when his tongue drifted up the middle of my labia and flicked against the hood covering my clitoris.

  I wanted him to keep going more than I had ever wanted anything else in my life. I ran my fingers through his hair as he continued to move his tongue around the hood covering my clitoris leaving a trail of saliva before he started moving back down to my wetness. His tongue pushed inside my pussy and stretched the tightness that had never felt more than a slight penetration from my finger. He plunged into it several times, pushing his tongue against my hymen while he furiously licked it. The feeling sent surges of pleasure through me that made me grab the blanket with the hand that wasn’t tangled in his hair.

  My hips shifted and my mouth fell open as gasps and moans started to erupt from my throat. It felt like he was unlocking pleasure I didn’t even know could exist with my body. His tongue slid back up my labia again and the protective flap of skin covering my clitoris was pushed away as his tongue grazed the tight bundle of nerves that had formed a hard knot. He rolled his tongue around it several times which sent even stronger sensations through my body.

  “Keep going.” I moaned and shifted my hips against his tongue. “It feels amazing.”

  My mind started to wander to other thoughts as my body was ravished by his tongue. If it felt that good to have his tongue teasing the exterior of my pussy and dancing around my clitoris, then actually having sex would probably blow my mind. I had no doubt that it would hurt, but I was sure it would take me to a world of pleasure better than what I was imagining. His tongue had barely stretched my pussy and the pressure was intense, but the sensations it created was worth it. He kept his tongue locked on my clitoris, moving it in a circle so fast that my head was spinning along with it. He moved back to my pussy and plunged his tongue into it several more times before dragging it back to my clitoris.

  I couldn’t tell which feeling I liked more—they were both simply amazing. I started to feel pressure building up inside me, swelling as the feeling brought me to a level of bliss I had never imagined. He was going to give me my first real orgasm and if the way it felt as it was building was any indication, it was going to leave me breathless.

  “You’re gonna make me cum.” I arched my back as my head slumped back and pushed my pelvis against his lips until I was almost riding them.

  He pushed a finger against my pussy and started to slowly work it inside of me while his tongue circled my clitoris. His hot breath was mixing with my lust and I couldn’t feel anything but pure nirvana while he brought me to the brink of ultimate bliss. His finger stretched my pussy a little more and pushed against my hymen, but the motion of it thrusting into the entrance ignited even more sensations while his tongue kept the fire raging against his lips. The brink of bliss was only the beginning. I went over the edge and I felt like I was falling into a cloud of desire with his tongue cradling my furious need. He kept it moving in a steady pace while I writhed against the blanket. The feeling inside me got stronger, like a balloon about to pop as my muscles tightened. I stayed there until there was no holding back and then my body started to shake. He kept moving his tongue as I started to orgasm and I could feel my pussy spasming on his finger while the release of pleasure surged through my body. My muscles started to release their tight grip while I orgasmed and it felt like the weight of the world roared from within me while I climaxed. His tongue finally started to slow down once the pressure was completely released from my body.

  Breathless—wordless—nothingness.

  “I can’t wait to feel this virgin pussy devouring my cock.” His breath came out in a sharp exhale as he lifted up and started to remove his pants.

  I wouldn’t have been able to stop him, even if I wanted to. My body was spent and exhausted from what he had done and after the bliss he had sent coursing through my body, I felt like he deserved to feel the same thing. My eyes opened enough to see his naked body against the moonlight and the glimmer of the city. He looked absolutely majestic. His cock was engorged with his lust and he paused for a moment to tear open a condom wrapper with his teeth. The rubber stretched around his girth and covered his length before he slid between my thighs and pushed the glans against my wetness.

  “You’re so fucking tight.” He let out a gasp as he pulled my hips towards him and positioned his cock so he could enter my pussy.

  He started to push himself inside of me and I felt my pussy being stretched to accommodate his girth. The pressure wasn’t bad at first, but once he worked the head inside me, I felt it start to hurt. He pulled back and pushed it in again until it was stretching my hymen. I wasn’t going to be a virgin once he was done with me. He let his cock slowly withdraw until it laid against my labia and then he plunged it into me again. It hit my hymen and he gave it a hard thrust, tearing the thin flap of skin that had stood as a symbol of my innocence for twenty-one years. It was torn away and I felt a sting when his girth stretched the spot where it had been. He slowly pulled back and then started to push himself inside of me once more.

  “God, you feel so good.” Another gasp rushed from his lips and a throaty growl followed.

  The pace picked up and my body started to react to the feeling. I felt like I was so spent I would never feel pleasure again after my orgasm, but as he withdrew and slid his cock into me over and over, the sensations started to return. It was different from the way his tongue felt and it was accompanied by some pain as he kept stretching me while he went deeper, but the pleasure was starting to build up inside me.

  I watched his cock as it pulled back several times, but then my eyes met his. There was an intensity in them I hadn’t seen before—it was the same lust I had felt when I was in the grip of my own pleasure. His hips moved faster, fucking the part that had already been stretched enough for him to easily go inside me, but each thrust went deeper. The pleasure and the pain mixed together, creating a collision of sensations. Seeing the pleasure etched on his face and knowing that it was there because of me made me surge with even more excitement. My hips started to shift along with him when my body started to move past desire and crave another orgasm.

  “Don’t stop. Oh my god, don’t stop!” I felt him go deeper than ever before and his cock started to move against my g-spot.

  My g-spot roared with pleasure that felt like a combination of his tongue on my clitoris and his finger inside my pussy at the same time. The pain was drowned out in the excitement of the moment and he continued thrusting until his entire length was inside me and I felt his abdominal muscles pressing against my pelvis with every thrust. He leaned forward until his lips were on my neck and kissed me while he picked up the pace. His thrusts got so fast and hard it felt like my back was being driven into the ground from the furiousness of each one. His abdominal muscles started to tease my clitoris each time he slammed into me and his lips sent sensations of fire through my whole body. The pressure built up inside me fast with so many pleasure points being stimulated at once. My g-spot was being pounded so hard that it was hard to focus on anything else, but my body was tingling with desire.

  “I’m gonna cum again!” I started moaning louder with each passing second.

  “Show me how good it feels to be fucked for the first time,” he whispered into my ear and returned to kissing my neck.

  My body reacted to the stimulation he was creating as he teased my flesh inside and out. I started to orgasm again and I felt my pussy spasming on his cock. The feeling was even more amazing and as he pounded himself into my orgasm, I felt another one building up on top of it. He kept up the pace even as my tightness clamped on his cock and my muscles tightened so much it felt like every single one of them was going to start spasming along with my pussy. The release of my orgasm barely registered before the third one started to roar. They stacked on top of each other to the point I thought I was going to combust from the heat between our bodies. I felt his breath against my neck get heavier and he pulled back from the kiss. It changed from gasps to a hurried
panting and I could tell he was about to cum. His motions started to get erratic and his cock throbbed inside me. It seemed to swell even more with the throbbing and then it started to pulsate. His long and hard thrusts turned into a quick hammering and he had to lock both hands on my shoulders to keep me in place.

  “You’re going to make me explode!” His head rolled back and a loud burst of air rushed from his lungs in a gasp.

  His body started to shake and every muscle on his delicious frame tensed before I felt the throbbing pulsations get even faster. I could feel the cum surging through the shaft before the condom began to balloon as he filled it with his seed. He kept driving his cock into me as more of his manhood was released. The feeling sent me over the edge and I orgasmed again with the same fury that matched his lust. He gave me several more hard thrusts before I felt him finally relax and I knew he had been spent. He collapsed forward against my shoulder, putting all of his weight on me for a brief instant before he positioned his hands and started to raise up. He withdrew his cock slowly and tossed the condom off the edge of the hill with one flick of his wrist. Some of his cum splattered on my thigh, but I didn’t care. My body was exhausted. He fell down beside me on the blanket and I used what was left of my energy to roll over into his powerful arms. They wrapped around me like a cocoon and I used his chest as a pillow. The afterglow of our experience seemed to consume us both as our breathing returned to normal and our racing hearts started to slow to a regular pace.

  This is one part of Vegas I will probably regret leaving behind.

  Chapter 8: Vincent

  I had claimed Peoria’s virginity like a beast in heat. We lay underneath the stars with the lights of the city illuminating our bodies. Her eyes closed, but mine were focused on her beautiful curves. The hill overlooking the city was my favorite place to come, but I had never actually taken anyone there, despite teasing her about it. It was my sanctuary when the world became too much for me to handle. It was the last place I visited before I was locked up and the first place I came when I tasted freedom again.

  Peoria was far too good for me. She was the kind of woman any man would fall in love with, and she deserved better than what I had to offer. I was a liar, a cheater, and a piece of human shit compared to the innocent heart beating in her chest. I couldn’t help but dream of a better life with her—a life that I would never actually have. When her vacation was over, she would return to Georgia and I would be in the same place I had always been. The same landscape, as well as the same state of mind. No matter where she went, she would leave something behind—a memory that would make my favorite spot even sweeter with her innocence always bound to it.

  Why couldn’t I have met you when I had the world at my feet—why did you have to come along at time when I can’t possibly keep you?

  I wasn’t the type of man to fall in love. Love was an emotion that had become rotten in my soul. I thought I had it once, but the woman I gave my heart only wanted to crush it. I pulled away from Peoria and sat up, watching her sleep for a moment before standing and putting on my jeans. I crawled up onto the hood of my truck and lit a cigarette, watching her sleep beneath me. It was love that got me in trouble—it was love that sent me to prison. I could support my family with petty shit, keep food on the table without doing anything violent—but the woman I fell for wanted an engagement ring. That kind of money wasn’t going to come from small time shit like Floyd and I pulled. I need some real money to put a diamond on her finger. I had almost saved enough for it when I robbed a liquor store. I would have gotten away with it just like all the others but an off-duty cop walked in while I had my gun in the clerk’s face.

  She didn’t wait for me. She didn’t even bail me out. By the time my mother put up her house for my bond, the woman that promised to love me forever had taken every penny I saved and disappeared.

  No use wondering about what might have been if Peoria had been mine at a better time.

  I looked down at Peoria’s naked body and exhaled smoke before flicking the cigarette over the hill. The embers sparked for a moment before disappearing. I didn’t want to wake her. I just wanted to lay down next to her and feel the magic of her skin against mine. I dropped off the hood and snuggled next to her, putting my arm around her waist. I could feel the heat resonating from within her, the spark that we created with passion. It was burning bright, even as she slept. I was tired, but I didn’t want to miss a single second that I had her in my arms. I might never touch her again and that was already an agonizing thought. She was so sweet and innocent, a stark contrast to my callous nature. She belonged there with me and I hated to admit how much I enjoyed being with her.

  The day had been amazing and I loved showing her my city. Las Vegas had always been a tourist trap and they usually annoyed me, but Peoria was different. Her cell phone buzzed beside her in the pile of clothes and I reached for it instinctively. It was a message from her friend Fiona. I dropped it back into the pile of clothes without reading it, but it continued to go off, buzzing several more times before it was finally enough to rouse her from her slumber.

  “I fell asleep.” She stretched her arms out towards her phone. “I guess Fiona decided to finally respond to me.”

  “A few times, I think.” I leaned forward and kissed her neck as she looked at her phone.

  “She’s worried.” Peoria let out a sigh. “I guess you need to take me back to my hotel. She’s actually talking to me now.”

  “I don’t want you to go.” I kissed her neck a little harder.

  “I don’t want to go. This was amazing. I’m still in town for a few more days—we could get together again.” She leaned into my kiss.

  “Promise?” I put my hand on her hip.

  “I promise.” She nodded quickly.

  “Okay.” I pulled my lips away and started to stand.

  I helped her up to her feet and continued kissing the exposed flesh I could find as she got dressed. Once all of her clothes were on, I slid on my t-shirt and put on my shoes. We made small talk as I drove back to her hotel, feeling the ache of knowing she would be leaving me soon. It was hard to understand why I felt that way for someone I didn’t even know the day before. There was nothing that would have drawn me to her other than her curves, but spending the day with her had made me feel a connection that I hadn’t felt with anyone in years. We sat in my truck for several minutes once I got her to the front door of the hotel and then we kissed one final time. I traded cell phone numbers with her so we could keep in touch and then she was gone. Even after I lit a cigarette on the drive back to my side of town, I could still smell her perfume in the cab of the truck. I had several messages from Floyd asking about the stuff and whether or not I had managed to sell it. He wasn’t going to be happy with me.

  “Y OU DID WHAT!?” FLOYD jumped off his couch when I told him the news.

  “I want to get the tablet back too and anything else you have left. We shouldn’t have stolen her shit.” I narrowed my eyes at him.

  “I suppose you want the duffel bag too?” He stood up and walked into his bedroom.

  “No, that didn’t belong to her.” I walked to the door and he returned with a handful of small items and the tablet.

  “You’re lucky we are friends, otherwise I’d shank you for this shit.” He pushed the items into my hands. “How the fuck do you know she won’t call the cops?”

  “She already had the chance to do that and she didn’t. If she was going to call them, we’d be in jail already.” I left out the fact we had sex as I placed the items on the table.

  “I guess we got lucky this time.” Floyd exhaled angrily and grabbed two beers from the fridge. “If she was able to track you down, then she could have just shown up with the police.”

  “I know.” I nodded and took a seat at the table.

  “Listen, I’m done with this petty shit. We need to do a big job—one that we can retire on.” He unfolded a piece of paper and pushed it over to me.

  “What is this?”
I picked it up and stared at an advertisement for a jewelry exhibit.

  “Remember that shitty jewelry store we used to sell gold at back in the day? The one over on Boone Street?” He sipped his beer.

  “Yeah.” I nodded and dropped the paper. “They don’t have shit worth stealing man—we certainly won’t retire off it.”

  “They got bought out by some gentrification company that wants to take over the neighborhood. Tomorrow, they’re doing some sort of artist collection and bringing in real stuff—high end. They’re trying to become more upscale.” He chuckled. “Have you seen the old neighborhood? They even put in a Starbucks.”

  “No shit? Well either way, I’m not robbing a jewelry store. You’re crazy.” I pointed at the paper. “That’s just a ticket to hard time.”

  “It’ll be in-and-out. We know that neighborhood better than anyone. We can disappear before the cops even know what happened, just like we used to when we were kids.” He smiled and picked up his beer again. “Free money.”

  “Nothing like this is free.” I shook my head angrily. “I’m not doing this. We got caught stealing fucking luggage, man.”

  “I’m doing it whether you’re with me or not. This could be our ticket to retirement.” He grinned. “Where would you go if you could go anywhere in the world?”

  Georgia? If there is actually something happening between us, I could leave Las Vegas once and for all.