“So you’re really a virgin?” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close.
“I am.” I looked into his eyes and nodded.
“You’re sure this is what you want?” His lips got closer to mine.
“I know my panties are wet just thinking about it.” I bit down on my bottom lip and sighed.
* * *
He locked his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me closer. He leaned towards me and our lips pressed together. His kiss was rough but it made me want it even more. His tongue pushed apart my lips, moving inside my mouth, and started to ravage my mouth with an intensity and a fury I had never felt before. It was even more intense than the first one we shared at the breakfast table. My body went weak, melting into the kiss with every ounce of my soul. Our lips formed a seal as he continued to kiss me and I felt like all of my troubles, fears, and concerns evaporated. He released the hand that was gripping mine and brought it up behind my back, pulling at my shirt as his kiss seemed to grow even more passionate.
Oh my god. This is amazing.
I felt my shirt moving up around my neck and his hand moved around to my breasts, squeezing and caressing them. My nipples got hard in his touch and then his rough fingers started to rub and press on them. The feeling made my weak body start to tingle even more and I reached underneath his shirt, feeling his ripped physique which started with a row of tight abdominal muscles. Feeling my hand seemed to make his movements even faster. He peeled off my shirt, breaking the lock that had intertwined our lips. He looked into my eyes and for the first time I saw real desire—desire for me. He started kissing my neck, and when his stubble rubbed against my tender flesh, I quivered from the sensations it sent through my body. He continued squeezing and caressing my breasts and I unbuttoned his shirt until his rock hard pectoral muscles were exposed. He pulled away for a moment, stripping off his shirt and then he wrapped his arms around me again. Our bodies were pressed together, skin on skin.
“You don’t know how much I’ve been thinking about this. You’re all I could think about today.” He started kissing my neck again and moved up to my earlobes.
“I want you…” I whispered as his lips drifted back down to my neck. I could feel warm wet spots where his lips and his tongue had passed, and the heat of his breath was driving me wild. “I want you to be my first.”
My body is so hot I feel like I’m about to orgasm from his touch.
He moved a hand down to the waistband of my shorts and shoved it inside. I spread my legs apart as he pushed it between my legs and started rubbing my wetness. I had rubbed myself several times when I was alone in my bed, sometimes when he was sleeping in the room right next to mine, but it was a private moment. It brought me pleasure, but it was nothing like the feeling of his finger. I had never gotten that wet on my own. He slid his finger down my labia and started pressing it against my wetness, pushing into my virgin pussy. It was so tight that he could barely even get inside the opening. I could barley get my own finger inside when I explored on my own. He dipped his finger in a few times and then brought it up to my clitoris, stroking it in a circular motion.
Damn that feels good.
“Oh god.” I moaned, feeling pressure building inside of me that was stronger than anything I had ever managed to create.
“I hope you learned last night that I don’t hold back. When I get my cock inside of you, I’m going to fuck you until you explode.” His words sent shivers across my whole body. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“Yes…” I moaned again.
He scooped me into his arms and carried me to his bedroom. He dropped me on the bed and started kissing me again. I could feel his cock pressed against my side and I reached for it, squeezing it through his pants. It was so big I could barely get my hand around it. I stroked it through the fabric several times and then grabbed his belt. I unfastened it and then started working on his pants, pulling them apart as fast as I could with one hand on his zipper and the other on the clasp that held them around his waist. Once his cock was exposed, I grabbed it with my hand and rubbed up and down the shaft, feeling it getting even harder once it was released from the fabric prison. He slid my shorts down to my knees and then peeled them down to my ankles, taking my panties with them. I pulled a foot free and kicked them off. He pushed his pants and boxers the rest of the way down and sent them sailing with one kick. He climbed on top of me and started kissing me again, rubbing his dick against my clitoris.
“I’m ready.” I whispered as his cock moved from my wetness to my clitoris and back again.
I want him inside of me. I know it is going to hurt, but I want it more than I’ve wanted anything else in my life.
He leaned back from our kiss and lifted my legs, positioning himself between my thighs. I felt his cock against my pussy again and then he started to push himself inside of me. My eyes about bulged out of my head when I felt my pussy being stretched for his enormous girth. The wetness provided lubrication, but it didn’t do anything for the pain and pressure of his hard cock going inside of me. I clenched my jaw and looked down to see that the entire head wasn’t even inside yet. He held his cock with his hand, resting one leg on his shoulder and pushed it in again. I let out a groan as he repeated it over and over, trying to get the gigantic glans into my tightness. He leaned forward slightly, putting more weight behind it and I felt it go past the opening as the head finally disappeared. He held it there for a moment and my pussy practically spasmed from being penetrated for the first time.
“Keep going.” I begged. “Don’t stop.”
“Easy for you to say.” He let out a grunt. “You’re tight as fuck.”
“I thought that was what guys liked.” I let out a moan as he pushed a little deeper.
“I’m not complaining.” He smiled and pulled his cock out slightly, pushing it in a little harder.
I watched as he continued to work his cock into me, getting a little bit deeper each time he pushed. When he hit my hymen, I felt it resist and my pussy squeezed his cock when the pressure intensified. He pulled his cock back out to the edge of my labia and pushed again, stretching me even more as my hymen started to tear. There was a sharp sting and then I felt it being ripped apart as he slid further in. He withdrew to the entrance and pushed harder, passing the point where my hymen was and stretching the stinging flesh for his cock to go deeper. I thought it would hurt a lot worse than it did, but he started to pick up a rhythm once he had several inches inside and the movement inside felt good, even if there was a lingering trace of pain. As he continued to go deeper, the pain returned slowly when a new area was stretched and penetrated. When half of his cock was inside, I felt like there was no way I could take another inch, but he still kept going.
“You’re so tight I may cum before I even get all of the way in.” He pulled back and pushed himself in again.
“I want all of you.” I put my hands on his shoulders and ran them down his muscular arms. “Don’t hold back, I can take it.”
I hope.
He picked up the pace and I saw more and more of his cock going into me. The pain and the pressure was worse than it was in the beginning but I was desperate to have every inch of his cock inside me. He kept making a little progress each thrust and when it was almost all of the way in, I grabbed his hips and slid forward, burying him the rest of the way. He let out a loud gasp of pleasure as his abdomen pressed against my pelvis. He held it there for several seconds and then started to move again, each thrust accentuated by the flexing of his abdominal muscles. It got faster and faster as I adjusted and then I started to feel something new—intense pleasure. I had heard about the mystical g-spot, but I had never felt the pleasure it could bring. He stretched my pussy out so much there was a constant motion against it every time his cock moved and I felt the pressure I originally felt when he stroked my clitoris with his finger start to build up again. It was making my whole body tingle with pleasure.
“It feels really good!” I
let out a moan and my eyes practically rolled back in my head.
“I bet it doesn’t feel as good as this.” He put a thumb on my clitoris and started rubbing it in a rapid motion while he drilled his cock into me.
Oh my god…
I couldn’t even speak. My eyes rolled back in my head for real. The pressure I felt got so intense that I thought I was going to erupt on the spot. His pace got so fast it was like thunder. The bed shook and slammed into the wall behind us. I finally regained enough of my composure to focus my eyes back on him and I saw his jaw clenched, a light perspiration forming on his brow. He flexed his abdominal muscles and thrust his cock deep every single time, steadily rubbing my clitoris as he did. His thrusts started to get more erratic and the pressure inside reached a boiling point. I felt my limbs go weak, my body quiver, and then my pussy started to spasm on his cock as my orgasm began. He let out a series of grunts and then he drove himself deep with a thrust that remained buried for a moment before I felt the first explosion of his cum inside of me. He started pumping again and I felt another orgasm building up as he unloaded thick streams of cum inside my pussy. It quickly hit the point of no return as he unloaded his cum and I orgasmed again. My whole body shook and I felt an intense weakness settle into every muscle on my body as his thrusts slowed down.
How do I speak? I’ve forgotten how to move my tongue and form syllables. I took speech for granted and he just fucked it out of me.
“That was incredible.” He slowly withdrew his cock and I felt an immediate sense of absence when it was gone. His body slumped forward and his words were practically slurred as he sank into the bed beside me.
I lay there in the afterglow of my orgasms for what felt like an eternity. I was no longer a virgin. Sex was no longer a mystery. It was a bright kaleidoscope spinning in my head. It was a calmness that just settled on me like a blanket I didn’t want to push off of me. My eyes closed, but I wasn’t tired. I was just… there. There in that moment with Brent, the man who had ravaged my pussy and made me a woman. I was vaguely aware of the lights being turned off some time later and I felt his arms wrapping me up like a cocoon, pulling me towards his chest. I felt so safe I thought the world had literally just stopped spinning so the two of us could have that moment. I didn’t even care that we skipped dinner. I just wanted to be in his arms.
Brent
My ex-wife brought Melody for her weekend visit on Saturday and she stayed with us until Monday, so I didn’t get any time with Hannah after the first night. We had a few secret kisses in the hallway and I was burning with desire for her, but I wasn’t quite ready to talk about the subject with my daughter, so we kept things quelled the best we could. I knew there would be a time when Hannah permanently joined me in my bed, but I could wait until the time was right. My mind was on fire as I went to work on Monday. It was difficult enough thinking about having her when I got home the previous Friday, but after having a taste, I felt like an addict that needed more of what we shared. I was the first one out the door again when the day was done, and I was sure I would get a speeding ticket if a cop happened to be anywhere along the route, but I got lucky.
I hope she’s already home…
When my car turned onto my street, I was surprised to see a strange truck in my driveway, parked behind Hannah’s car in the garage. I felt a sense of dread, wondering if he father had decided to make some sort of surprise visit—or worse—if she regretted what we did and called him. As I got closer, I could tell the truck was definitely not a rental, so that ruled out her father. I turned into the driveway and saw the front door standing open. I immediately put my car in park and opened the driver side door. I could hear shouting from inside my house. I ran towards my house and as I got closer to the door, I could hear a man’s voice, as well as Hannah’s. I walked inside and saw a man hulking over her and she was backed into a corner with tears in her eyes.
“You stupid bitch!” The man jabbed a finger into her shoulder as I started towards him.
“What the hell are you doing here, Anthony?” Her voice was filled with terror.
Anthony—the asshole that she told me about.
“I’m taking what is mine! It took me a long time to find you and I’m not leaving here without you!” He raised his hand as if he was going to strike her.
“Hey!” His hand hesitated when he heard my voice.
“Who the fuck are you?” His attention left Hannah immediately and he turned towards me. “Oh, I get it. You must be her new boyfriend. Well, too bad! I’m the one she loves!”
My eyes went red with rage. The heated blood burned straight to my ears and my face quickly flushed with anger. He took a step towards me as my fists clenched. He took a fighting stance that would have made my boxing instructor laugh—a second later he tried to swing. I ducked his punch and fired an uppercut that could have knocked out an elephant. Anthony’s jaw shifted sideways and he lifted off the ground for a moment before he started to collapse. I fired two quick punches into his abdomen when he found solid ground again, followed by a punch that slammed into his face. I felt his nose shatter and blood erupted as he dropped to the floor and started sputtering.
“You want to fight for her? Fine.” He started to stand and his hand went into his pocket. I moved in a circle around him, putting myself between him and Hannah.
“There’s no way you’re going to win this fight, asshole. Just get in your truck and drive away.” I held my hands ready.
“We’ll see about that.” His wrist flicked as he pulled his hand from his pocket and I saw a knife.
I shifted my stance when I saw the knife. Boxing wasn’t going to stop a knife, but I still knew how to defend myself. He came at me with the knife and I hit his wrist with a palm strike that sent him spinning. When he turned back around, only his body moved towards me. His face and head went the opposite directly as one of my stiff punches struck him right in the chin. Two connected with his midsection as I used his ribs like a speed bag and then drilled him square in the retracting jaw the second he tried to turn towards me again. The knife hit the floor and his head went straight back and slammed into the back of his neck from a thunderous punch. He was done and his knees went weak as he dropped to the floor.
“Call the police.” I turned to Hannah and kept my eyes focused on Anthony in case he tried to move.
The security company that was supposed to keep assholes like Anthony out of our gated community arrived before the police did. The security guard put handcuffs on him and kept him in the back of their car until we saw the flashing red and blue lights. The police searched his truck after finding that he had a fake driver’s license with Mr. Smith’s name on it. They found rope and duct tape in his truck. He was a lot more dangerous than I originally realized. He didn’t just randomly show up. He plotted out exactly what he was going to do and if Hannah didn’t agree to go with him, he intended to take her by force. I was thankful that I got home when I did because it could have ended a lot worse if I had been delayed by even a few minutes.
After we gave our statements to the police and Anthony was hauled away, we called Hannah’s father and he said he would be on the next flight to California. I fixed a whiskey for myself and decided to fix one for her as well. She definitely needed it.
“Anthony is just another example of the bad life choices I’ve made.” She sipped her drink and sighed.
“That wasn’t your fault. That wasn’t your bad life choice—it was his.” I shook my head and let the whiskey linger on my tongue for a moment before I swallowed it.
“I’m really glad you showed up when you did.” She moved closer to me on the couch. “I really didn’t think he would ever show up here. I thought my father was just being overly cautious…”
“Men like that aren’t normal. They don’t think like the rest of the world. You can’t expect them to behave like rational people.” I sipped my drink and she snuggled against my chest.
“I know—I’m just glad you showed up and saved me.”
Her lips raised up and she kissed me.
I couldn’t deny that I wanted her again. The way her lips pressed to mine was absolutely mind blowing. When they parted and I tasted her tongue, I was lost in the moment. Even with the turmoil of the day boiling in my mind, Hannah was intoxicating. I let my emotions get absorbed into hers. I brought my hand around to the back of her head and started kissing her harder. Our lips formed the perfect seal again and we moved our tongues against each other while our hands explored each other’s body. I pulled her shirt off and started working to remove it while she ran her hands along my chest. Our lips parted and I could feel my desire getting stronger.
“God, you’re so beautiful.” I unhooked her bra and pulled it free to reveal her gorgeous breasts.
My lips kissed her neck and her shoulders before I made my way down to her breasts. I took her left one in my mouth and sucked while she raised up and down on my crotch, locking her fingers behind my head and grinding. I squeezed and fondled her right one while she continued to push against me with a clear need in her touch. My cock was pressed against my pants so hard that I thought it was going to tear the fabric apart if I didn’t let it free soon. I loved having her in my arms—I had been thinking about it non-stop since the first time we were together.
“You’re the kind of man I need…” She kissed me one last time and then stripped off my shirt. She started kissing down my chest and stomach, sliding to the floor as she did.
It was almost like watching a movie in slow motion as she pulled my belt open and unzipped my pants. If I tried to count the years it had been since I had a mouth on my cock, I would have needed two hands. She pulled my pants down and started stroking my cock. Her eyes flickered with excitement as she watched it get hard in her hand. She moved her hands up and down the shaft for several minutes before she started kissing along the top and down the sides. When she got down to my balls, she started gently kissing and sucking on them. My eyes rolled back in my head.
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