The Naughty Collection

by Ruby City Books

  He pushed his way inside, inch by inch by agonizing inch of his long hard cock curving up into my tight pussy, the first human being ever to have the liberty of penetrating me. It had been a bit of a challenge to contain him at first, but it was one to which I adapted in short enough order, and by the time he touched down inside me, my head was positively swimming with delight.

  He began slowly, very slowly at first, out of respect for me and for what he assumed were my needs, based around the fact that I'd revealed to him that this was my first time, the loss of my virginity. I loved the friction as he pushed his way steadily in, out, in, out of my pussy, filling me up with sensations, and although the initial clearing of the hurdle had been a trying one, I now found that I wanted more, more, so much more than he was giving me.

  “Mmm... Oh... Oh yeah... Yeah... Harder... Harder... Oh yeah, I like it... Harder, harder, harder, faster faster faster...”

  I could feel him hesitating to succumb to my wishes, thinking that I wasn't yet ready for him to increase his speed. But I put my hands on his ass as though to guide his thrusting, and gradually he began to follow along, fucking me with an increased force, at a greater speed, and trying, as best he could, to keep up with my demands.

  “Harder, harder, harder god damn it... Fuck, fuck, fuck...”

  He'd vastly underestimated my capacity for being torn apart, it seemed. If he'd expected the taking of my virginity to be a roll in the hay, he was dead fucking wrong- I was going to make him work for it, to make him please me to the fullest and filthiest extent imaginable.

  Before long, he was pounding me relentlessly, fucking me more severely than ever. Our wet, aroused genitals were smashing harshly together, his ass bouncing through the air as he progressively annihilated me with a greater and greater force. He was holding my legs up with his hands to allow for deeper penetration, and surely he thought, before long, that I would reach climax, that he could release himself all over my pussy, and the two of us could reach satisfaction.

  But when at last it seemed that my requests for him to fuck me harder and faster would not be so easily exhausted, he found himself collapsing on top of me, his immaculate weight feeling tremendous, and the fact that I'd managed to take so much out of him strangely gratifying in its way.

  “God, girl,” he wheezed, as I slid my fingers tenderly through his wet, sweat-soaked hair, “You're seriously wearing me out.”

  I smiled at him, and given that his erect penis was still lodged up inside me, I nestled my pelvis more firmly into his body, just to drive the point home further. He shuddered, clearly still game for sex once he'd regained a bit of energy, and I decided that maybe it was my turn to take the reign...

  I flipped him over onto his back, surprising him a little bit, I do believe. I mounted him on top, then, staring into his wide eyes, and even I have to confess to being just the least bit surprised at my own, sudden boldness.

  And I proceeded to grind, to thrust, to fuck him from on top. Drilling him as deep into my body as I could manage to force him to go, bouncing up and down on that rock hard cock of his like there was no tomorrow. His veins, his ridges felt tremendous as I felt his engorged tip drilling deeper and deeper up into me, evoking a series of passionate screams from deep within my breast. Speaking of which, I grabbed my jiggling tits for support as I ravished him, and then poured every muscle in my body into the act of destroying myself up against him.

  At last the friction was mounting to the extent I'd been hoping it would all along, the sensations radiating through my body, and finally sending me spiraling over the edge with pleasure. Derek, from beneath, began to throb, to burst, to ejaculate wildly up inside me, pouring me full of his hot, molten cum. Pulse after pulse of the thick, luscious substance drenched my pussy from wall to wall, coating me in his fluids, and in turn causing me to spiral into such pleasure that it largely defied words.

  An orgasm that was unlike any that I'd ever before had the pleasure of experiencing came shooting through my body in waves, causing my toes to curl, my spine to arch, and my fingers to go curling into Derek's flesh for dear life. I let out a tremendous, howling roar of pleasure, and after an extended stay at the uppermost heights of sexual pleasure, I collapsed on his chest, heaving, panting, the two of us kissing and caressing, groping one another like there was no damn tomorrow.

  This shy little thing wasn't a virgin anymore...

  Chapter 4

  Instead of satiating me, that first round of sexual bliss only unlocked in me a need for so much more. I was sure that Derek's cock would have been more than capable of further thrilling me had that been my prerogative, but I explained to him that I was new to this, and wanted to fully explore my options while the getting was good.

  He seemed disappointed, and I bargained with them, asking him whether he had any friends...

  We had arranged to meet back at his hotel room later on in the evening for another roll in the hay, this time with a third person in the mix, as a means of allowing me to experience my first ever threesome- mere hours after having lost my virginity.

  Slipping back into my skin-tight spandex proved difficult after having stripped it all off, but with some adjusting, I eventually managed to do so, and set off into the convention center in the quest for more nookie.

  It was afternoon, now, the day already halfway over, and in spite of the beauties both male and female that surrounded me right and left, I found myself continuing to obsess over the gorgeous, dark-skinned anime chick whom I'd encountered prior to beating up that prick of an ass-grabber. I looked high and low for that beautiful girl, hoping for some sign of her anywhere but after a while it seemed like an utterly hopeless pursuit.

  Besides, I reasoned, even if she did still happen to be here anywhere, who was to say that she was really a lesbian, or bisexual? Why waste all my time here looking for her, when there were so many other options for bedfellows that it made one's head spin to try and consider them all?

  I was just about to give up on finding her again, trying to decide what else might be of interest to me sexually, when suddenly I found myself practically running into the very girl in question as the two of us rounded the corner of the ladies room.

  We were both wide-eyed, stunned, and for a moment neither of us said anything, until a smile slipped wide across her face.

  “Well hello there,” she said, more confidently than myself, and I could feel myself beginning to sweat beneath the spandex.

  “H- hi,” I stammered, trying to display my interest in her as best I could despite my obvious anxiety in her presence. I peered at the massive sword presently holstered upon her back, and felt strangely small and insignificant in comparison to her.

  “I believe you and I saw one another earlier today, didn't we? Right before you beat up that son of a bitch who squeezed your butt?”

  I couldn't help but laugh, and I began to feel myself easing into the situation at least a bit more naturally. “Yeah, I... I was just admiring your costume, I guess... I mean, I couldn't really recognize it, but... I thought it was pretty cool, you know... Sexy...”

  Her nostrils flared, and a devilish, lusty smile spread wide across her lips. I was eating right out of her hands, and she had me right where she wanted me. “There's a chance I may have been doing the same...” she said flirtatiously, but then added with a low whisper in my ear, “But, uh... I found myself just as interested with what might be underneath the costume as I was the costume itself...”

  I felt my stomach tumbling, my skin on fire, my brain scrambling to process this new and wholly welcome information.

  It didn't take long at all after that... Just some quick introductions (her name was Kylie by the way.) And before I knew it I was being pinned up against the wall by my beloved little nymph, the universes of our costumed characters suddenly colliding, and their personalities now that of two desperate lesbians throwing themselves at one another in the middle of a packed convention center.

  Our hands entwined as she smothere
d me with her anatomy, pushing her lithe, lurid little body up into me, and letting her tongue carve its way seductively through the warm insides of my mouth, moving like that of a serpent. I sucked on those precious lips of hers like there was no damn tomorrow, as though I relied on the very breath that passed forth in and out of them, and as though I could never get enough. Our costumes rustled up against one another, her already skimpy outfit riding up on her whenever she wasn't careful, and in a moment of particular desperation, she hoisted my leg up around her waist, pulling our waists as close into one another as it was possible to be.

  Lord that girls' mouth tasted like honey on my tongue, her kiss even sweeter than that of my first sex partner, and the memory of Derek all but lost on me as I wholly allowed myself to be engulfed in this chick's splendid mysteries.

  Of course, we could only go on for so long in this manner. It took us only a few minutes to discover that a crowd of horny male con-goers had accumulated around the two of us, whistling and getting hard to the sight of the two female lovers getting down and dirty against the wall by the ladies room. Hell, one son of a bitch had his smart phone out and was filming us... Kylie flashed me a quick smile in recognition of the fact, and I smiled back- honestly, there was humor to be found there were the intrusion not so rude and inconsiderate of him.

  Locking hand and hand, we stormed away from the scene, but not without Kylie drawing her fake sword as we passed the crowd, swiping it at the phone of the jackass who'd been filming us, and knocking it to the ground. He cursed at us as it shattered upon the floor, and I thought with amusement what havoc we were raining down upon this convention center between the two of us...

  The two of us went back to her room, and it wasn't long at all before the costumes which we each claimed to love on one another were shed like a snake sheds its skin. I loved watching her, peeling out of those suspenders, wriggling out of those tiny little panties, slowly dipping away the cups of her tiny bra, to reveal to me a pair of dark, luscious nipples, the sight of which made both sets of my lips water vigorously.

  I then allowed her to undress me, loving the feeling of her hands as they slid all over me from head to toe in the process. Again, it was imperative that my mask be kept on, and though I could tell the reasoning for this confused her for a moment, she seemed more than willing to accommodate graciously my request. And in fact, to make me feel more at ease, I suppose, she left in place the set of animal ears on her head, so that the two of us shared a common theme in that way.

  The two of us slipped into the hotel bathroom, and she turned on the water of the shower to full blast. Steam billowed through the room, and the two of us were on one another like flies once more. Kissing, caressing, squeezing, letting ourselves get out of control before we'd even made it into the tub.

  We stepped inside beneath the scalding streams of water, and we proceeded to wash one another up, getting one another nice and sudsy, before proceeding to get ourselves very, very dirty all over again. I loved the sight of the soap bubbles cascading down along her nude form, sparkling from her hair, down around her neck, sliding across her breasts, and nibbling at her curves.

  Her pussy looked nice and soft and tender, and I couldn't help but let my eyes dart to it, my hunger for her unmistakable, and my need to become one with her in that moment far greater than words could describe.

  “I've never touched another girl's pussy before,” I said, in a low, tender, and frankly innocent voice. Kylie, in turn, gave me a look that wasn't at all innocent, taking me by the hand, and pushing my fingers up between her legs. I loved the sensation of my digits sliding moist and liquid through the supple folds of her twat, the slight squelching noise it produced as I kneaded up her flesh, and generally everything about it.

  I beamed long and hard into her eyes, and she began to whimper at my touch, indicating that I was doing it right for her in every way possible. With her free hand, then, she proceeded to reel me into herself, presumably, I could tell, for the purpose of planting a kiss on my lips.

  Our mouths met once more, and my head went light with sensation as it had so many times up to this point. But the kiss didn't last especially long, as in a moment I was so hungry for her flesh that I found myself dipping down along her feminine contours, sliding my tongue across her flesh, starving for whatever supple bit of her I could possibly manage to inhale into my parched mouth.

  I sucked her cinnamon tit into my open lips, and suckled upon her wildly, as a newborn nurses on his mother for sustenance. She groaned with pleasure, and I allowed my teeth to go sinking into her nipple, my tongue rolling steadily around its perimeter, ravishing her with as much sensation as I could possibly manage to evoke in her. And all the while I fingered her more fiercely, letting myself become buried deeper and deeper up inside her, two fingers, three fingers, four fingers, until soon it was more like I was fisting her than fingering her.

  My efforts, apparently, paid off, as soon she was cumming like a motherfucker, screaming aloud, shaking from head to toe, so that I half wondered whether the right thing to do in that moment might be to relent. But then she placed her hand atop my own, securing it where I was, disallowing the possibility of escape.

  And at last, the last waves of pleasure seemed to sweep across her face, leaving her calm and collected once again. And following this calm, placid expression came a dark, seedy grin, letting me know on no uncertain terms just what she had in store for me.

  Now it was my turn...

  After kissing for a while longer, with my body, this time, pinned up against the wall of the tub, she brought me down onto my back, sprawling me out across the expanse of the tub. Due to the narrowness of the space in which we fucked, she had to turn around in order to access me in the way that she wished, our bodies now in a sixty-nine position, I realized, bracing myself, as she bowed her head nimbly between my thighs.

  I inhaled through my clenched teeth, and my nostrils flared, as my lovely lesbian lover proceeded to suck passionately on my wet pussy, rolling her tongue through the folds of my anatomy, tasting me, and seeming to savor that which met her taste buds on every level imaginable.

  Her head bobbed steadily as she lapped me up inside, her ass splayed in my direction so that I was given the splendid view of her blossomed anus and cunt while she ate me. I briefly considered returning the favor giving the proximity of her lady bits, leaning in and taking a nice big lick of her twat. But I figured, hell, the two of us would have all afternoon for that sort of exploration, and at any rate, my head was far too light, my concentration too frazzled to be able to focus on anything in the world other than the splendid sensations presently sweeping through my anatomy in waves.

  She continued to suck, to lick, to slurp, to eat me wildly, causing the sensations to mount, higher and higher and higher. And then, God almighty, she made the sweet, fatal mood of putting her fingers into me as well, rubbing my throbbing, burning, clitoris, and that, in itself, was more than enough to send me spiraling over the edge.

  The sound of my screams reverberated through the tiny, steamy bathroom as she sent me cumming my lights out, the orgasm this time even more intense than before, and my decision, I thought in that moment, to return to the comic con this year, one of the best I had ever before made in my entire fucking life.

  Chapter 5

  The two of us spent hours in Kylie's room, sucking on one another's pussies, fingering one another, and eventually playing with some rather fun vibrating toys that she revealed to me from her luggage, some of which I thought I would have to invest in later myself.

  It was getting close to evening by the time my earlier plan to meet up again with Derek and his friend came to mind, and I cursed myself for having let it slip to the back of my memory. I was torn now, frankly. I didn't want to pass up the opportunity for my first ever threesome, of course, but I was also rather content remaining here with Kylie, not wanting to shatter that illusion for as long as I could maintain it.

  But as she lay there, her naked body
resting in my arms, a rather dirty little thought began to form inside my mind, and I decided that it might just be worth exploring.

  “Hey,” I whispered into her ear, and when she didn't stir, I began to tenderly plant kisses along her soft, fragrant skin. This, at last, seemed to do the trick, and with the most feminine of whimpers, she was at last roused from slumber. “Mm... What is it?” She asked, smiling, but clearly in a sleep-induced stupor.

  “I, uh... I hope you don't mind me asking this... But are you only into girls, or...?”

  “I'm bi,” she said, having barely to think about it, but then added, after a moment's consideration, “Why?”

  By this point, the plan was already fully formulated in my mind, and I found myself highly anticipating the trajectory that this evening might be about to take...

  After showering properly for once (meaning no sex this time, but actually getting clean), and getting dressed once more, Kylie and I made our way back down to the convention center, deciding to enjoy the last few hours of the day prior to our plans for the evening. We went around to as many interesting booths as we could hit, getting a couple of autographs by a pure stroke of luck, and grabbing a bite to eat in order to regain some energy for the night we had planned ahead for ourselves. I swooned as the two of us ate off of one another's plates, and I loved holding her hand as we made our way through the convention center. I found myself seriously beginning to contemplate an extension of this rendezvous to a full on relationship once the day in question had passed, and I found myself wondering whether I would be brave enough to reveal my true self to her, removing the ever-present mask, once all was said and done.