“Your pussy feels really good.” He leaned down against my neck and kissed it, sending a surge of desire through my veins. “I can’t believe I’m going to be your first—you’re so fucking beautiful.”
“I really hurts,” I gasped, and a groan rose up from my throat.
“That’s okay. Sometimes a little pain makes the moment better—one you never forget.” He kissed my neck again. “And I’m never going to forget you—not after this.”
His words were comforting—in some way. I was still turned on, despite the pain. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to have sex with him, I just thought it would be beautiful bliss. That’s what they showed in the movies—a young virgin falling for a gorgeous man who makes everything perfect. They never mentioned the calloused hands on your skin—the sting of being penetrated—the place you lingered in that made you want to beg him to stop while hoping he didn’t. That was where I was—being stretched around his girth while feeling things inside my body that I never imagined. There was nothing romantic about what we were doing. I was on a dirty mattress—where other girls had probably been—and the man I was with didn’t look like he cared about anything but a hole to fuck.
“Fuck…” He pushed up and drove his cock deeper. “You’re so damn tight.”
His eyes closed, and he kept going—it seemed like he was straining to get his length inside me and I was struggling to blink away tears. He pulled back—then gave me a thrust. It was hard enough to drive him as deep as he had been before and send a quick current of pain through my body. He gave me a few more thrusts, each one going deeper than the one before it. I bit down on my tongue to keep the pain from becoming overwhelming. He built his thrusts into a rhythm and then a grin formed on lips as he opened his eyes.
“Yeah, there we go.” He nodded and exhaled sharply. “Now it’s getting really good.”
“Ow…” I grimaced when one of his thrusts went deeper, almost far enough for his entire length to disappear.
“I’m going make those tears worth it—trust me.” His rhythmic thrusts returned.
I wasn’t sure how that was possible—not yet. They still hurt. They hurt when he pulled back, hurt when he drove himself inside me, and it really ached when he forced the last couple of inches inside me. He left himself buried there for a couple of seconds, his balls against my skin, and his cock pulsated slightly. That part didn’t hurt—it teased me with a hint of pleasure. He lifted up and started thrusting again—each one harder than the one before it. The pain finally started to fade as I adjusted to his girth. Suddenly, there was a new feeling—one that made me gasp with what I could only describe as euphoria. It was my g-spot, and it felt amazing to have his cock slam into it.
“That feels…” I let out a long sigh. “That feels really good.”
I finally understood—the pain was worth it. The pleasure was magnificent. It felt better with every thrust until the pain became a memory and there was nothing, but pleasure soaked moans echoing within me. I put my hands on his shoulders, tracing his enormous muscles, feeling them flex each time he went deep. Pressure started to build inside me—one that I had only felt a couple of times when I dared to pleasure myself under the covers at night. He was about to make me come —and it felt way better than it did when I touched myself. I dug my nails into his skin and felt my muscles tighten up. The pressure got tight—almost like my bones were being pushed against my skin and my organs were being crushed—but it felt so good I didn’t care.
“Oh god.” I let out a loud moan and felt the muscles in my pussy begin to spasm.
“Aw yeah, come for me girl—show me how much you love my cock.” He grunted and smirked at me as his dick kept hammering my pussy.
The pleasure reached a peak—like I was teetering on the edge of a cliff. Then I fell straight into a new feeling of euphoria. Absolute bliss. The orgasm sent me to heights of pleasure I never imagined, each second better than the one before it. The waves of bliss shattered my soul as the orgasms ripped through my body. His lips seared to mine and he kissed me before I could squeal. I screamed into the kiss and felt his cock start throbbing—then it began to pulsate. He was about to come too—and he was inside me.
Terror replaced the pleasure. I wasn’t on birth control. He wasn’t wearing a condom. I knew enough about sex to know that wasn’t good. I squirmed, but it was too late. He kept hammering me as the first eruption of hot, sticky cum rushed into my pussy. As soon as I felt it, the terror faded. Feeling him erupt sent me spiraling towards another orgasm and it exploded in bliss for the second time as he unloaded every drop of his seed inside me.
What have I done?
He rolled off of me and pulled his cock out of my pussy. I stared at the ceiling and I felt every emotion all at once. Happiness—regret—shame. I let a man I didn’t know fuck me on an old dirty mattress—a man I just met—a man I would probably never see again. He took my virginity—shattered my innocence—and I liked it. The orgasm left with a strange sense of calm like I could fall asleep immediately, but I was buzzing with energy. Brody lifted up and propped his weight on his elbows. His hand moved to my face and he brushed his thumb across my lips.
“As soon as I have a few minutes to recover, I’m going to show you what those lips are made for. I bet you’ve never sucked a cock before, have you?” He titled his head to the side.
“No.” I shook my head back and forth.
“Good.” He nodded and dropped back down on the mattress. “You’re about to learn how to swallow one.”
I felt like I was trapped, even though I could have gotten up and left—maybe. I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure if it was easier to believe I couldn’t leave than accept that I enjoyed what we did. Several minutes passed—minutes that felt like hours—then I felt his hand on the back of my neck. I let him guide me towards his cock, which had already gotten engorged with his lust again. My lips parted—almost like it was instinct—and then I opened my mouth as wide possible when the head pressed against my bottom lip. I tasted his cum, mixed with my own desire, as I began to descend on his shaft. My tongue wiggled, mostly because the taste was unusual—and I heard a groan of pleasure rush across his lips.
He liked that.
I started moving my lips up and down his shaft, massaging him with my tongue as I was able. His grunts of pleasure started to get louder. I felt his cock throb against my tongue. I moved my lips faster as I adjusted to having him in my mouth. I wasn’t able to take all of his cock because it stopped as soon as it hit the barrier in the back of my throat. It made me gag. I fought against it, but there was no way to get used to it—the crushing in my chest when oxygen was deprived. Brody didn’t seem to care about my comfort. He was just chasing his own lust. He pushed down on the back of my head—forcing his cock past the barrier—forcing me to choke and suffocate as I felt my lips pressed against his balls.
“There you go. Get used to that—that’s what I want every time your lips move down my cock.” He let out a grunt of pleasure and removed his hand from the back of my head.
I pulled back and had to suck oxygen into my lungs—I gasped through my nose, but I kept my lips moving. I descended down his cock again, swallowing hard when he went into my throat. My lips pressed against his balls again. It wasn’t as difficult as it was the first time. I started moving my lips a little faster—picking up the pace and taking him deep into my throa
t every time. His cock started to throb harder and the head pulsated. It was the same as when he was inside me—he was about to come. I pulled back, but then his hand was on the back of my head again.
“Don’t go anywhere, sweetheart. You’re going to get to swallow your prize.” He forced my lips down his shaft and started to erupt.
The sticky cum saturated the back of my throat and I had no choice but to swallow—otherwise, I would have asphyxiated on his seed. A geyser of lust spewed from his cock and I kept swallowing until he was spent. He finally removed his hand from the back of my head and I pulled back, gasping for air as soon as his cock was out of my mouth. It seemed like such a waste. I was starting to get turned on again—I wanted to come too. I stretched out beside him, wondering if the favor would be returned. Would he go down on me and give me the same taste of bliss that I gave him? His head turned to the side and he smiled—a gentle smile on such a brutish face. God, he was so freaking handsome.
“You’re too good for me to keep to myself.” He reached over and brushed a strand of hair out of my eyes. “Is it okay if Rourke has a turn?”