by Sophie Pert
I felt a drive, a powerful need building inside of me. A potent heat making a flush rise in me, making me think things.
Things that made that voice deep inside of me cry out, telling me that I am a man.
That I shouldn’t feel the way I did.
I made a choice.
A choice to turn and walk across the room. I didn’t glance at him, didn’t look at him except through the corner of my eyes. He was still touching himself, but I didn’t look. Instead I steeled myself and walked to the door.
I gripped the handle, took a deep breath, and locked it.
There was a shift on his bed and I felt his presence beside me. I couldn’t look, I couldn’t turn I just stood there facing the door, shoulders slumped a bit with the knowledge of what I had done.
He touched me, gently, on the shoulder and I didn’t flinch as he slowly but firmly turned me to face him. I stared down, eyes cast downwards as I turned until bit by bit his body came into view.
Flesh, firm and hard.
My gaze focused between his legs.
Dear lord it looked even bigger this close up.
Rich reached down to grasp me by the hips and with incredible ease he snatched me up and tossed me. Threw me like I was as light as a feather. I bounced on his bed, landing on my back with my knees in the air.
In an instant his hands were back on me, grabbing my knees and pulling me to the edge of the bed. I reached out with my hands and grasped the edge of the matress, pulling myself to a seated position and then there it was again.
Dangling right in my face.
His massive cock.
He touched the side of my face with the back of his fingers, running it down my face so gently that it shocked me. Rich had been all hard muscle and force up to this point that I hadn’t thought him capable of something so soft, so comforting.
I glanced up at him, turning my big blue eyes up and finding his handsome face and his pale grey eyes. His deep and thoughtful eyes staring down at me with a crinkle in each corner, as if he was so happy to have me here. So happy to have me.
His hand slid to the back of my head, cupped there with his fingers threaded through my short hair.
Ever so softly, ever so gently, he guided me forward. Never breaking eye contact.
The thought was fleeting, there at the edge of my mind and then fading away as the head of his thick cock brushed on my lips. Just for a moment I asked what I was doing, why I was letting this happen, and then it faded and was replaced with only a powerful need. A burning desire to be with this man, to give him satisfaction and to find my satisfaction with him.
I broke my gaze with him shyly and got to work.
My lips parted and stretched around his thick cock and I swear I heard an audible pop as I got the head inside. It tasted slightly salty, slick with precum and sweat and sex and as it slipped past my lips it made them tingle ever so slightly.
I stopped for a minute, just letting myself get used to the feeling of having this in my mouth.
It felt strange, so totally different from anything else I’d ever felt before. I’d always figured something like this, logically, would feel like eating. I was familiar with that. This felt so different somehow, so foreign, so new. So fantastic.
Something sparked off inside of me and, with a slight grin forming around the edges of my mouth, I got to work.
I twirled my tongue around the head of Rich’s cock, hearing him moan slightly in response. Then I popped the head out and gave it a little kiss just on the tip. Glancing up at him I slowly let my lips part once more and let his head in.
He started to get a look on his face, an unmistakable look of frustration.
I knew what he wanted, he wanted me to take him deep in my mouth, but before I could accommodate him he took action.
The hand on the back of my head tensed and he pulled me down. I felt his cock slip past my lips quickly as he slid into me all the way to the opening of my throat. Gagging slightly he pushed past that too until before I knew it my nose was buried in his trim pubic hair.
I had taken his entire length. I was astonished.
It hadn’t been hard or painful like I thought it would be. Somehow my body had just accepted that this was what was happening and adjusted. My throat relaxed itself and I let him slide inside.
My god he filled me up. I felt my mouth and throat stuffed full of his hard cock. I saw stars as his hand held me firm there on him.
He grunted and let me go.
I popped off of him, sliding his cock out of my mouth and gasping for breath. I only had a moment.
He grabbed my head again, with both hands this time, and he guided me gently back towards him. I felt him pass through my lips and then stop.
He held my head still and started to thrust.
Gently at first, and shallow, he moved slowly and surely into my mouth. Sliding in and out I could feel every bump and ridge and vein of his glorious throbbing cock. He started to build speed, speed and force, until he was pounding at me.
His hips became a blur and all I could do was watch him take me.
As I sat there, still and letting my mouth be used, I felt a heat rise inside of me. It started in my chest and spread out from there, bubbling through my whole body and making me tense. My hands gripped the edge of the mattress as the heat rose in me and made me squirm with passion and desire.
Then he stopped again, his hands pushing me roughly onto my back. The switch was so sudden and forceful that I nearly flew back. My feet lifted off the ground as my knees flew into the air and I was left gasping for breath.
That’s when he grabbed my thighs, holding me still and steady, and then slid his hands up.
Up and up, all the way to my shorts. He didn’t move quickly and yet it felt like he was on my instantly and before I knew what was happening he had grasped my shorts and was tugging them off of my legs until I was lying before him bottomless.
I crossed my legs demurely, but knew I wasn’t in any position to keep anything private from him anymore.
He didn’t speak, didn’t say a word as he gripped my knees with a firm grasp and spread my legs. I was fully exposed to him, and he only had eyes for what was between my legs. I saw him lick his lips, almost unconsciously, and dive in.
His tongue touched me first, forceful and agile and smoothly it seemed to be everywhere all over my sex all at once. It dipped and dived and drew my arousal out of me, causing my back to arch and a sigh to escape my mouth. Then it increased.
He pucked his lips and sucked on mine, the suction making my hips buck unconsciously as I gripped the sheets and gritted my teeth. I felt his hands, as if from far away, release my knees and I used my new freedom to lift my feet off of the bed and let them hover in the air.
While his tongue played on my clit I felt his fingers run up and down my sex. They dipped in slightly, but never deeper than the first knuckle, as if he was testing the waters and taking stock of how aroused I was.
I felt so warm.
As his ministrations increased in speed and complexity I felt something building up between my legs. It started to work its way outward, spreading through my body like the vibrations of an earthquake. It made my eyes clench shut, made my breath quicken, made my body flush with the anticipation and palpitating need that it built in me. It made me want everything all at once.
It made me cry out for relief.
It left me wanting.
Wanting as he stepped back from between my legs.
The sudden absence made my eyes shoot open and, mewling like a kitten, made me glance at his face with furrowed eyebrows.
He grinned at me with the wickedness of a jackal.
His hands gripped my hips as he flipped me over so I was facing away from him. I felt his fingers run up my sides, over my hips and grip my waist with a firm grasp. I heard and felt and sensed him step up to me. Glancing behind me I saw his massive cock jutting proudly out from his waist as he lined himself up.
I knew what came next.
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nbsp; “Please,” I whimpered, “Be careful.”
His eyes locked with mine, as he cocked his head to one side with a quizzical look.
“I’m…” I started, my voice dropping shyly, “I’m still a virgin.”
The grin on his face served as an indication of his true intentions, his true personality. I was his conquest, a trophy for him.
I loved it.
He bit his lips slightly and grunted a response to me, a single word, “Good.”
Then he thrust.
With one push he buried himself in me to the hilt, taking my virginity with a flash of pain and a burst of overwhelming pleasure. I didn’t feel more than an instant of pain as his hips slammed against my ass.
My body rocked and shook as I trembled with the feeling of it, and I couldn’t help but lay my head down on the bed and moan, screaming out my pleasure into the mattress to muffle my cries.
He started then, he started fucking me with deliberate and forceful thrusts. Each one just increased my trembling, increased my pleasure, made it more and more difficult to remain quiet.
In contrast to my sounds he was nearly silent, his only vocalization slight gruff grunts each time he bottomed out in me.
His pleasure was apparent though.
It was perfectly clear to see in the way he gripped my hips, the way his thrusts seemed barely contained, the way he tried so hard to keep himself quiet and contained.
I could feel the trembling in his thighs, feel the barely restrained need in his thrusts, feel every aching inch of his rock hard cock as he slid in and out of me with his overwhelming need.
The thought drove me mad. Drove the vibrations and heat in my body to higher heights as I felt him take me. My thighs burned and trembled as he slammed into me again and again. I was his for the taking and taking me he was.
I felt his hands leave my waist but the thrusts kept coming so I didn’t complain. So long as my need was being fulfilled he could do anything to me and I wouldn’t complain one bit.
His fingers, tense like iron, found my shirt and started playing over the fabric. They ran all over my back, tracing lines and patterns in my tense muscles. They ran up to my shoulders and grasped there.
With their new perch he was hunched over me and his new position meant his cock was finding new untouched places inside of me. He hit a spot that felt so good it almost hurt and I cried out slightly louder. No doubt encouraged by my new noise he continued his exploration.
He pulled up on my shoulders, lifting my front off of the bed and making my back arch. He continued to lift, pulling me up and into his body as I lost touch with the bed entirely. Only my knees remained and the rest of me arched into him, the backs of my shoulders pressed into the bare flesh of his firm chest as he relentlessly pounded into me from below.
I closed my eyes as his mouth found my neck, his tongue licking and lips pressing into me. His hands released their grip on my shoulders and made their way down, down to my full breasts, grasping them through the shirt.
He felt their weight, played with their firmness. The exploration of his hands sent waves of heat out from my chest to meet the waves coming from below. I felt so close, so close to breaking through a threshold of pleasure and all I needed was something. Some slight push to force me over the edge and leave me as a trembling mess.
I sensed frustration in his hands, like my shirt was an inconvenience that was holding him back, and obstacle to be destroyed. I felt an overwhelming desire to help, to help him find the immense pleasure that he had found for me. I felt a need to give myself to him completely.
With a grunt his hands released my breasts and instead gripped the fabric of the shirt itself. At the neck they pinched the fabric and pulled.
With a rip and a tear my shirt tore apart, parting from the neck to the waist in one rapid and urgent split.
In an instant his hands found my breasts again, and that was all I needed.
I gave myself to him and let go of everything else. The pleasure of it all washed over me.
Then I stepped back.
It was like I stepped out of myself and took stock of all of this from outside of myself. Not that I could literally see what was happening to me, but like I could separate and feel each sensation individually.
I felt his tongue and lips on my neck, pulling at the flesh and sucking on it. An insistent and persistent presence on me.
I felt his hands on my breasts, pinching my nipples and playing with them. Nimble fingers and powerful palms pressing and grasping me with palpable need.
I felt his cock between my legs, driving into me and stretching me to fullness. Pounding from below with an unrelenting force that drove pleasure over my body in waves.
And then in an instant I snapped back into myself.
I felt all of it all at once.
And then fury of it made me bubble over.
I let loose a noise that had no sense or form to it, a loud and insistent cry of pleasure.
The vibrations came over me as if each molecule of my being was struck like a guitar string. I started to shake as my hands grasped at the open air, clasping in a futile gesture to try to find something to hold on to.
I saw my vision dim.
My core twitched and tensed as wave after wave hit me, vibrating out from that spot between my legs.
It spread like a warm wave that left hot flesh behind in its wake. It spread out until my entire body felt like it was on fire.
It felt like I was floating.
Then I was, floating secure in his arms as his gripped me behind my knees and lifted me up into the air. I was held entirely in his strong and secure arms and left entirely at his mercy.
I felt somehow safe and in danger all at once but I didn’t care because his hard cock still relentlessly pounded me from below.
It continued as he walked me across the room, as I came back down to something resembling earth and saw him reach my bed and spin around so he was facing away from it.
With a grunt and a thud he fell on the bed, his hard cock still buried deep inside of me as he sat there waiting for something. I glanced over my shoulder, my vision slowly coming into focus as his handsome face drifted away from me.
He was letting himself fall back, back onto the bed with a grin so he was lying there looking up at me. His chiseled features took me in in a glance and his smile widened so he must have liked what he saw.
I felt myself blush and then shudder as his hand came down with a smack on the side of my ass.
“Ride me,” he grunted.
I grinned and turned.
Placing my hands on his knees I let my hips slide forward and then back, grinding on his cock as I felt it shift inside of me. My eyes locked on the other side of the room as I realized once more the full extent of what was happening here.
I was riding my roommate, his big beautiful cock buried deep inside of me. I loved it and wanted to make him feel good.
The thought of this made something tense between my legs and I flexed some unfamiliar muscle, something I had never worked before. Whatever it was a groan from behind me made me smile and try it again.
I continued, alternating between slowly grinding my hips back and forth and flexing that new muscle. The groans kept coming until they stopped and were replaced with his heavy breathing.
I let my hands leave his knees and instead play up my thighs.
I felt him twitch deep inside of me as my hands reached my waist.
Felt him tremble as they traced lines on my belly.
Felt him buck beneath me as they found my breasts and playing with the firm flesh.
I pinched my nipples as I ground down hard on his cock and felt his tense hardness fill me from below.
I was going too slow for him.
He grasped my hips to stop me, his grip like iron holding me still. It was a firm grip, almost too firm. He was serious and I shuddered at the thought of what he could do to me if he let loose.
With a single movement, a pushing p
ulling movement, he made it clear that he wanted me to spin around so I was facing him. I lifted myself up a bit, enough to move but not so much that he every left me, and spun.
Now I was facing him, my legs tucked up under me in a sort of squat. His hands found their way to me knees as his eyes found mine.
“Sweety,” he said, the nickname sounding oh so endearing, “I know you’re new at this but when I say ride me I do mean ride. You have to actually go up and down.”
I blushed and started to look away but his grip on my knees increased and my eyes shot back to his pale grey orbs.
“Have you ever rode a horse before?” he asked.
I shook my head quickly.
He smiled and continued, “Don’t worry babe, I’ll tell you exactly what to do.”
I was glad, so very glad. All I could think of in that moment was making him happy.
“Lift up,” he said, “Just enough so that only the tip of my cock is still inside of you.”
I complied, feeling him slide out of me, up and up and leaving me so empty feeling inside until he popped right out. I whimpered in surprise and disappointment.
“Don’t worry,” he said, so sweet and sincere, “Reach between your legs and grab me.”
I did, feeling his hard shaft slick with my juices. Almost unconsciously I started to pump him up and down and saw his eyes roll back into his head as he let out a little groan.
I giggled.
“Now now,” he said with a smile, “Don’t get me too excited. Line me up with you.”
I did, playing at the edges of my hole with the thick and pulsating head of his cock.
“Good, now slide down.”
I let him enter me, feeling relief as every ridge and bump pushed its way inside of me. I felt him bottom out in me, felt his hips and legs against me.
“Oh god,” he moaned, “You feel so goddamn good. Now baby, just slide up a bit this time.”
I lifted myself up, letting about half of him slip out of me before surprising him by slamming back down.
He shuddered below me and made a guttural sound like an animal, a sound I could only interpret positively.
I continued, lifting myself up and falling back down on him. There was no rhythm to my movements, no accuracy or speed. It was the disjointed movements of a woman in the throws of passion. It was a movement of need.