‘Oh, God, oh, God,’ I thought. Nothing could have prepared me for those sensations. And then Victor started to suck my clit, and he started to suck it hard. And I began to scream. Needing to hold onto something, I reached up and grabbed the convenient metal bars of the fashionable art-nouveau headboard. Thrusting my hips against his lips and tongue, I wailed and shook and trembled as he held me spread wide open and plundered me mercilessly with his tongue, alternating between sucking and licking.
He set up an insistent rhythm, that I instantly began to feel was driving me towards some terrific brink. I had given myself minor orgasms before, certainly nothing to be impressed over, but I had never let Victor push me that far when he’d been touching me down there. So I had thought that was all there was; that whether I was doing it to myself or someone else was going to be doing it to me, it would never get any better than that. Oh, but how wrong I had been!
Victor kept licking and sucking, licking and sucking, and I kept my eyes riveted on where his face was planted against my wet, hot pussy. I was so embarrassed and incensed, I should have been compelled to look away, but for some reason, I just couldn’t. I guess that was why he’d wanted the lights on. And then, out of nowhere, Victor bit me again, this time right on my clit. Not so hard as to make me bleed, but hard enough to shock me. It had gotten my attention, and I had yelled, loud. At that, he looked up at me, those jet-black eyes boring into mine as his mouth made love to me.
That was more than I could take. I began to moan louder and gasp for air, and my hips began to plunge up and down, thrusting my clit harder into Victor’s mouth, as if I was silently imploring him to bite me again. I wanted more, I wanted everything, I wanted so much but didn’t know how to handle it. So instead, totally helpless to figure out what to do, I grabbed Victor’s head and tried to pull him away from me. I didn’t know why I did it. I had just felt even more so like I’d been nearing some monumental, staggering precipice, and in that particular instant, I’d felt like I had to fight against it.
But Victor knew just what to do. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them back to the bed again, forcefully. So forcefully, he was probably going to leave bruises there on my sensitive skin, but I hadn’t cared one bit. I’d wanted him to hold me down, to shove me over that precipice himself, to take everything from me that he’d wanted, and to give me everything that I’d needed in return. Staring at my face with those eyes of obsidian shadows and dark, unknowably mysterious depths, he’d penetrated me with his gaze as he’d continued to ravage me with his mouth.
Holding my clit in place with his teeth, completely immobilizing it, he had then sucked against it cruelly as he’d swirled it around with his tongue. Then he’d let it go for a few seconds, only to lash at it and attack it ferociously with his tongue once more. At that point, I’d begun to bleat like an animal, gasping, “ah, ah, ah, ah” as I’d felt this powerful, un-nameable force rising within me.
It had felt like it’d had enough furor behind it to pick me up and shake me like a lifeless rag doll, and yet inexplicably, I had continued to fight against it. Watching me as if he could read my mind, I could actually feel Victor smile against the soaking wet lips of my pussy. All those times that he’d touched me with his hands and fingers, all those nights that he’d caressed my shuddering clit almost endlessly, and yet he’d never brought me to orgasm. I was only realizing then that he had specifically planned it that way. I had thought foolishly that I’d been holding him in check, but it was suddenly clear that he was able to work my body so easily, so proficiently, that he would’ve had no problem making me cum had he really wanted to; regardless of my pathetic inhibitions. But no, he had wanted to save my first orgasm for that night right there, for that very moment, and I soon was able to understand why.
My thighs began to spasm as my clit had started to twitch violently inside Victor’s mouth. Shoving his chest even harder and more insistently against me, he’d forced my legs more widely open with his torso as he had continued to lick and suck, suck and lick; digging his teeth a tiny bit more deeply into me as he’d pitilessly kept going.
By holding my clit in place with his teeth as he’d licked it, he’d somehow managed to wrench my level of pleasure up an innumerable number of notches. He was taking me to the moon and beyond. I had felt like I was literally about to black out, unable to take even one more second of the painfully violent ecstasy. My stomach was tensing up, and I had suddenly realized that I couldn’t hold on any longer.
With that awareness flooding through me, my head had fallen back and my eyes had closed. In my mind, however, I’d still had the image of Victor studying me intently and almost even callously as his mouth and lips and teeth had torturously worked me until I came. And that was when the orgasm had finally slammed into me so powerfully; it had practically stopped my heart. My ass had lifted off the bed as I’d jammed my pussy hard against his face. I had felt my cunt clenching, felt the cum gushing out of me in ripping, heavy, hot, rocking waves. I was screaming, my fingernails digging into my palms as I had continued to fight and struggle against him. But now it wasn’t to stop him from making me cum, it was to try and stop him from dragging the orgasm inexorably out, heartlessly pushing my body above and beyond any and all limits I had ever before imagined even existed. My clit began to jump fiercely, fluttering helplessly as he continued to attack it.
My ass was clenching, pussy contracting hungrily, wishing it was full of his hard, hot cock right then. But the harder I came, the harder Victor had licked, continuing to extend out my orgasm in agonizing, jerking, gut-wrenching waves. I began shrieking at him to “stop, stop, stop”, but he only sucked harder. Oh, God, but why wouldn’t he listen? How could this work if he wouldn’t respect me? Weren’t men supposed to respect women whey they said to stop? But why, oh Jesus, why was his refusal to stop bringing me to even more rapturous heights of pleasure?
The more he licked me, the harder and the longer I came, feeling the cream gushing out of me, across his lips, and cheeks and chin as he continued to lash out at me, licking and sucking unrelentingly against me as I struggled helplessly to break free of him. Finally, the tears began to roll down my face as he wrenched yet another orgasm out of me, this one just as powerful and harrowing as the first. I screamed until my throat went raw and my voice went scratchy, my thighs and calves clamped around Victor’s thick, muscular trunk as I bucked my hips and pumped my pussy against his face, cumming and cumming until finally, finally, there was nothing left in me.
At that point, even though he continued to lick me and my pussy continued to spasm and the tears continued to roll down my face, my legs just let go of him and thumped weakly down onto the bed along both of his sides, and my hands grew limp within his palms. As soon as he realized he no longer had to restrain me, Victor slowly let me go. But before pulling away from me entirely, he had tenderly and thoroughly licked every last bit of cum off of my lips and out of my pussy, swallowing each and every drop as if it was an expensive delicacy.
I remembered now, thinking about it, how long it had taken me to recover. It had been like some sort of shell-shock I had been in – never having had a man make me cum before, and then having someone make me cum like that. Afterwards, I couldn’t even walk into the bathroom. My legs wouldn’t support me. Victor had instead had to carry me, and then he had drawn me a bath and then washed me like a child. He had tended to me as lovingly and caringly as anyone ever had in my life before, and yet just moments earlier, he had been ravishing my body without respite. It had been a hard thing to reconcile, and I hadn’t known whether to be overjoyed with the pleasure he had brought me, or furious with how casually he had dismissed my sexual demands. I never in my life had imagined that during sex, when I’d told him to stop making me cum, that he would instead keep going, and even more surprising; I had never known I would like it so damn much.
I hadn’t known then whether to be pissed or grateful, but I had known for certain that our relationship had shifted monumentally. At that poi
nt, at least that one particular aspect of our life; sex was finally out on the table. And from that night, it had been out forevermore. Victor never let me go another day or night without making me cum several times, putting me through the same kinds of torture, with increasing levels of frequency, duration, and intensity. It had gotten so bad, that I had literally become as addicted to him as a street junkie got to heroin. I couldn’t breathe, dream, sleep, study, walk, wake, or even bleed without thinking about him going down on me, and wanting him sucking my clit, his head buried between my legs as I watched him devour me from above.
And that went on for two, long, glorious months as I got used to my own body’s needs and capabilities, and he got used to pleasuring – and punishing – me. Just when I’d get to the point where I’d think I couldn’t possibly take any more; he’d show me, not only that I could, but that I wanted to. I don’t know that I ever got comfortable with that, with how demanding and insistent he had been with my body, and with how little he had cared about my own spoken wishes, but still, those had been the most exciting, sexually gratifying months of my life up to that point. Only I’d had no idea just how much further he could take it.
Finally, I had been ready for more – actually, eager for more – and so had come the first night that I had ever sucked him. I think the fact that Victor was my first everything, even my first real kiss, had just turned him into a zealot where our sex life was concerned. So the first night I’d sucked his cock, he’d gone all out, having a mirror installed above his bed that day (we had discussed the fact that I was ready to go to the next level in our relationship earlier, and I’d teasingly made the promise to do it that night via a text message while I was in my second to last class that day, only to return home less than three hours later to find an 8x10 foot mirror on the ceiling).
Even now, I could still remember the whole experience of learning the way he’d tasted and the way he’d smelled and the way his cock had felt as it had grown harder and larger in my mouth for the very first time. I don’t know why Victor had never pushed the issue, why he had let me be the one to decide when to take that second step. I certainly would have done it much, much earlier had he even once pressured me to go through with it. But I think he must have known how frightened I was that he was simply going to use me and toss me to the side, like he had with so many others before me. And this wasn’t a casual affair we were talking about; we were talking about my first. So he had apparently just been content then to let nature take its course, and to enjoy each moment between us, savoring it fully as the progression of our physical relationship slowly but steadily came along. Which made his actions after the first time we’d made love even that more incomprehensible to me.
But that first night I’d given Victor oral sex, we’d both still seemed to be deeply enmeshed within our blossoming ardor. He had tried to be gentle, several times apparently having to remind himself to take his hands off the back of my neck and stop trying to force me to deep throat him, but as uncomfortable as the realization was for me, I could still tell it somehow turned him on when I gagged. And feeling his huge cock sliding in and out of me, choking me so thoroughly that I couldn’t even swallow as the spit had run down my bottom lip, and I’d felt his neatly shaven balls slapping against my chin, had turned me on – shockingly so – to the point where I’d been dripping wet all the while. That night I’d sucked him for as long as I could, until my jaws had ached, and then he had pulled himself out of me, still hard, and had gone right down on me.
I had watched him eating my pussy in the mirror above us, and I remember thinking about how startled I was that the act of sucking his cock alone had made me literally so sopping, that the juices were dripping out of my panties and down my thighs. Victor had licked it all up. He’d licked my thighs, licked my hot, wet pussy through my thin satin panties (which had driven me damn near fucking insane), then he had finally pulled them to the side and had eaten me until I’d cum all over him. Watching him merely pull my panties over and eat me that way, as if we were doing something dirty and secret and wrong, had made me crazy, and watching it in the mirror had sent me over the edge in only a few short minutes.
He had licked and bitten my clit so fiercely, making me writhe in climactic ecstasy, then he had sucked it until the sudden influx of blood had made it swollen and red. I’d watched in the mirror above as he had pulled back and then spread me with both hands again, and I’d even been able to see my poor little clit twitching and pulsing, practically begging him to release the orgasm that was pent up so ferociously inside it. Instead of dropping his head back down and sucking it again, though, he had reached out with his right hand and pinched my clit harshly. I had gasped and half-risen on the bed, but he had taken his left hand off of my pussy and shoved me back down flat with it. Going back to pinching and tweaking my spasming clit, he had made me scream and beg as the juices had flowed out of me, before he’d finally fastened his lips and tongue and teeth back on the shuddering organ and brought me to a shrieking, wailing, thrashing orgasm that had wrenched almost violently through me.
He’d made me cum endlessly, dragging the orgasm out until I was literally beating on his back with my fists to stop him. Finally, Victor let me go, but not for long. He pulled my panties off all the way, then laid on his back beside me, his head near my feet, before dragging me over on top of him, positioning my pussy right over his mouth, while his cock stabbed up towards my cheek. Trying hard to suck the end of it (which was so damn difficult because his dick was so large, my arms weren’t long enough to hold me far enough above him so that I could easily get it into my mouth), I had gasped out loud when Victor had wrapped his hands around my ass cheeks and squeezed, and then jammed my pussy down onto his face. Eating me like that, licking, sucking, biting, and violating me for all he was worth, Victor made me cum three times more, my whole body shaking, my breasts dragging against his lower stomach, my knees trembling, my ass bouncing up and down as the cum flowed out of me and drenched him down below.
I screamed and shrieked out each single one of my orgasms, with his cock planted as deeply into my mouth as I could get it. And oh, how he had liked that. When I had cum so much my legs could no longer support my weight and I had collapsed fully onto him, Victor had rolled me over on my back, then he’d climbed over me on the big, firm mattress, turned around, and then straddled my chest. Reaching down and grabbing me by the back of my head, he looked deeply into my eyes as he firmly pushed me towards him, while with the other hand; he positioned his cock so as to drive it right down my throat. A half-second later, he plunged it between my lips with such force, my teeth accidentally grazed his rock-hard skin.
Again, it was so engorged, and so hard, and so huge, that I could only get half of it in my mouth. So, Victor used his free right hand to stroke the base of it, helping me to pleasure him as he continued to grip the back of my head with his left palm. Right then, I once again felt my eyes helplessly drawn up towards the mirror where I could see him over top of me, totally dominating me as he fucked my mouth so forcefully my entire body shook. I think I would have let him fuck me right then and there, had he asked me, but instead he was intently focused on trying to work his cock further and further down my throat.
The harder he drove it into me and the harder he stroked it with his right hand, the thicker and more swollen it got. I could feel the veins standing out in ridges all over the entire length of him, and the head itself got so swollen it could barely fit between my lips. And yet still, he plunged it ruthlessly into my mouth, as deep as he could although it made me gag over and over again. If I had thought he would show me some mercy, I would’ve thought wrong. He was so strong, and so overwhelming, and so powerful sitting astride me, I felt panic rise within my soul, and he thrust his cock so deeply into my throat, that half the time I couldn’t even breathe. Gasping for air every time he pulled it back out of me again, he suddenly commanded “Swirl your tongue around the head!”
There was nothing nice or kind abo
ut his sudden demand, but still, I struggled to comply. I tried to pull my head back a little, and as the entire huge shaft slipped reluctantly out of my mouth, I began to laboriously run my tongue around and around his enormous, hard, hot, head.
I felt it stiffen in my mouth then, and I thought for a second he was about to cum. I didn’t even know if I was okay with him cumming in my mouth, to tell the truth, but it didn’t look like I was going to have any say in the matter. But instead of continuing to shove his cock into me the way he had been, he suddenly and unexpectedly pulled away from me. Then he bent down and kissed me right on the mouth.
As he thrust his tongue into me, I tasted both my cum, and the heady taste on my lips that still lingered from his meaty, heavy cock. I started to pull away from the alien flavor, but he held my head with both of his hands and refused to let me go. Finally, I relented, opening up my mouth and taking it. And it really didn’t taste that bad at all together, I’d finally realized. It tasted sweet, and musky, and potent, and he was kissing the mouth that I’d just sucked his cock with, and oh God, but how that turned me on, too.
Victor suddenly pulled away from me and turned around, his body abruptly lying so heavily across the entire top of me that I could barely breathe. He propped himself up on his elbows, and I’d felt the air rushing blessedly back into me, but then he instantly dove his head between my thighs, fastening his mouth on my clit and sucking it for all he was worth until I began to scream once more.
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