by Betsy Locke
“Just because you moved out, doesn't mean that the rules under my roof changed. You're in big trouble now.”
I didn't know how to respond to that. Blake wasn't going to let me get away with this no matter how much I argued with him. He was going to ground me for the entire summer. My chances of getting fucked were going to be zero.
There was only one way I was going to get out of this unscathed. It would also help me with that deep need in the pit of my stomach that wouldn't go away.
I removed my hands from my chest and gave Blake a knowing look. I took a step towards him, my breasts swaying from side to side.
He put his palms up in defense. “What are you doing, Hannah?”
“I know what you want,” I replied, taking another step towards him. My thin skirt was the only thing I had on.
Blake shook his head back and forth. He took a step back and his butt hit my dresser. “We can't do this. It's wrong.”
I was within inches of him. My perky nipples were almost touching his chest. “We've already done it. Or did you already forget last night?”
I touched Blake's lips with my two fingers and he closed his eyes. I could tell he was remembering our first kiss.
His hands came up around my back and grasped me. His eyes shot open and he attacked me with his lips, his tongue darting in and out of my mouth.
I moaned in his embrace, my hand reaching down and feeling his hard boner over his blue jeans. I always hoped he was big and now I knew it was true.
Blake left my lips and went to my neck. His teeth bit down on me. “I've wanted this for so long,” he whispered in my ear. “All those times you pranced around the house in just your towel, your skin so exposed.”
I held his head against my shoulder as his tongue tasted my bare skin. Pleasure rippled through my body. Christian never made me feel this way before. I don't know if it was because Blake was more experienced or because my need for him was greater.
“I've wanted this too,” I replied. “You're the man I've been dreaming of. The one who can finally make me feel like a real woman.”
Blake's hands reached up and felt my heavy breasts, weighing them in his hands. “They're so big,” he said. His thumbs circled around my nipples making them even harder than before. He bent over and pressed my nipple into his mouth, biting on me softly.
I cried out and clenched his hair in my fist. His lips wrapped around my other nipple and sucked on me hard. Spikes of pleasure whipped through me. Blake squeezed my tits together and ran his tongue over every inch of them.
“It feels so good!”
Blake finally broke away and wiped the drool from his lips. The smile on his face told me everything I needed to know but Blake didn't mind telling me. “You're tits are absolutely perfect, Hannah.”
I flushed a dark shade of red. Christian always complimented my body but I always felt like they were empty. I was never proud of my curves. I always wanted to be as skinny as the models on the magazine covers.
With Blake it was different. His words actually made me feel sexy. His hands all over me showed me that maybe I could be a model too.
He lifted his tight white t-shirt off, revealing a figure cut from stone. Giant biceps that could crush a man and the perfect six-pack abs. My hands flew to his muscles like they were magnets. My fingers pressed against his skin and felt so much resistance.
“You must work out a lot,” I said, my fingertips trailing down his arms.
Blake responded by picking me up by the hips and lifting me into the air effortlessly. I felt like I was as light as a feather. He brought my lips to his and we kissed again. I sneaked my tongue into his mouth and felt around.
He set me back down to ground and I went straight to my knees. I couldn't get enough of him. I was so wet that I needed him inside me right now. I wanted to feel his large cock tear into my tight pussy.
I unbuckled his belt and slipped it through the loops. His jeans were unsnapped and I slowly unzipped them, his boxers barely containing the shaft underneath. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pulled them all the way down.
A humongous cock flung out and almost smacked me in the face. I gasped and covered my mouth. He was so much bigger than I ever imagined. Too long and too thick.
Christian was nothing like him.
No man was.
I was going to be completely stretched.
Chapter Five
“What's wrong?” Blake asked, his cock pulsing up and down. My eyes bounced up and down with it.
I shook my head. I couldn't keep eye contact with him. “Nothing. It's just that...” I gulped and tried to regain my composure. I couldn't figure out how that thing was even going to fit. “You're so big,” I finally said.
“Take me in your mouth. I want to feel those lips around my big cock.”
I batted my eyelashes at the long rod throbbing before me. I didn't know what to do with a cock so large. I reluctantly gripped around his base and my fingers barely touched. Blake moaned at my touch and I squeezed him even harder.
I kissed the tip of his cock and a string of pre-cum was attached to my lips. I licked the head of his penis, collecting all his sweetness in my mouth. I pinned his erection and ran my tongue up and down the underside.
Blake shivered and grabbed a tuft of my hair. “Stop teasing me, Hannah. You don't want to see me when I get angry.”
I licked my lips. “Maybe I do?”
I opened as wide as I could and fit the head of his penis into my mouth. My lips expanded as far as they could go as Blake forced his cock deep down my throat. I didn't think I would be able to take so much.
I started to stroke him and Blake stopped me. “Keep your hands behind your back. I want to fuck your face.”
My pussy oozed with need. I locked my hands behind my back as Blake began to thrust. His hands gripped the sides of my head, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, letting out a deep moan.
I'd never been so turned on before. I wanted him to explode in my mouth, pouring his warm cum down my throat. I wanted to taste it.
Blake groaned and suddenly pulled out. I thought he was going to come all over my face and chest. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth, and waited for the waterfall of cum to hit me.
But it never came.
I opened my eyes to see Blake straining to keep himself under control. He was so close to the edge. It would only take a slight touch to make him burst all over me. He wanted to fuck me now and I wasn't going to stop him.
Blake ran his fingers through his hair. “You're so fucking hot, Hannah. You almost made me come in your mouth. Now get on the bed.”
I turned around and slipped my fingers in my skirt. I pulled it down slightly, showing off the top of my round ass. “Do you want me to take this off?” I crawled onto the bed and bent over, my skirt lifting up and revealing my pussy.
“No keep it on. It looks so sexy on you.”
I stayed on all fours facing away from Blake. I strained my head back to watch him take his position behind me. His hand went under my skirt and ran over my big ass, his fingers almost grazing against my slit.
“Feel how wet I am for you, Blake,” I begged.
Blake slid a finger against my gushing pussy and spread my wetness around. “You're ready for me,” he announced.
“Be gentle,” I warned him. “It's been so long since I've been with a man.” That was one reason but the real reason was because of how gigantic he was. That thick cock of his was going to rip me to shreds.
Blake grinned as he pushed his tip against me. I screamed out as my pussy opened and accepted his head, stretching to fit around him.
“Oh my god! You're too big!”
Blake grit his teeth and drilled his cock further into me. “You're so fucking tight.”
When I thought he was all the way in, he pushed more and more, cramming his entire cock until I was fully filled up.
Blake's fingers dug in
to my hips as he pulled out and slammed into me again, his cock reaching even further.
I turned back to Blake. “Pull my hair and fuck me hard.”
Blake gathered my brown thick hair in one fist and wrapped it around twice until my head was pulled back. He used it as leverage to pound against my ass over and over again, picking up more speed with every thrust.
“I'm going to come,” Blake howled.
“Don't pull out!” I ordered him.
Blake slapped my ass hard with the open face of his palm as he detonated within me, shooting his seed deep inside me.
I couldn't hold back any longer. All that pent-up frustration was released at once. An overload of pleasure flooded my head and my eyes rolled back. My body rumbled and jerked as my orgasm took control.
Blake continued to fuck me until his cock stopped spurting like a fountain. My orgasm finally released me and I collapsed on the bed. Blake joined me on the bed and spooned me. I could feel his cum flowing out of me.
Exhaustion set in and I fell asleep right away.
Chapter Six
Over the next few days, Christian had called me twenty times. I thought I could just ignore him but that apparently wasn't going to work. My phone was ringing now and showed his name on the screen.
I had to answer the call this time or it was never going to end.
“Hi, Christian” I said softly.
“Where the hell have you been, Hannah? Did your stepfather ground you?”
Christian gave me the perfect excuse. “I'm sorry but he grounded me for the entire summer.”
“So I can't see you?”
“Maybe next time I'm back, Christian.”
I hung up the phone as Blake walked into the bedroom, shirtless and carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses.
“Who was on the phone?” He joined me on the bed and gave me a kiss.
I smiled at him. “Oh nobody worth mentioning.”
We hadn't left the bed since our first time.
The End
Story Ten
Copyright 2018
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Description
Zachary is dared to go to the local bar that is famous for the older women that frequent it.
He has absolutely zero experience and is about to give up when Victoria discovers him.
She's going to show him a time that will be unforgettable!
Watch out! This one is smoking hot!
Dirty & Mature
Chapter One
My friends and I always got into stupid shit. Whether it be playing pranks on each other or daring one another to do an extreme stunt like skydiving. We always pushed each other to go further and further.
I couldn't even remember all the crazy things I had checked off my bucket list. But there was always something missing.
It was the one field where they had all the experience and I had none.
Women.
When we got together, the guys would always bring up their latest conquests. Stories of getting their cocks sucked or coming all over her chest were common. I never told them that I had never been with a woman before.
Can you believe that I was twenty one and I'd never even been kissed? I don't even know if my friends would believe me if I told them. I had always played it off like I'd been with too many women to count.
It was easy to lie about fucking a girl until she came around my cock. I had all their stories to work off of and make it believable. The hardest part was coming up with their names. I always defaulted to that I never asked for her name.
That got the loudest hollers and high fives.
With all the talk about me being with so many women. Sometimes more than one. The guys thought I was some sort of casanova.
They were going to find out about my inexperience first hand when Tommy made a bet about getting a MILF.
“Okay guys, here are the rules. It's Friday night and we're going to RAW. It's going to be crawling with cougars. The ones that don't go home with an older woman will be buying the other guys beers for the rest of the month.”
Everyone knew that was a serious bet because we all drank an insane amount of beer. And if you weren't buying, you were going to drink even more. Whoever lost would be paying a lot out of pocket.
I knew the moment the bet came out that I was going to lose. I had absolutely zero game with women. RAW was the mysterious MILF bar that everyone had been talking about but nobody had actually been there.
Now I was going to experience it for real.
I dressed up in a black button-up shirt and black pants. I made sure to look like I made a good amount of money even though that was the furthest from the truth. I knew it was hopeless that I would actually land a MILF but I needed to look like I was at least trying for my friends.
We always arrived to the bars in separate cars. That way nobody was stranded if another guy found a chick to take home.
I showed my driver's license to the big bouncer at the door and he waved me in. I walked through the door and was invited into a paradise of older women.
Everywhere I turned there was a hot MILF with big tits, blonde hair, and hungry eyes. I couldn't believe a place like this even existed.
My group of friends were sitting at the end of the bar and they waved me over. “It's about time you got here, Zachary.”
I took a seat at the empty bar stool and counted my friends. “Where's Paul?” I asked.
They all laughed together. “Paul already got one,” Tommy said.
“You mean he already left with someone?”
Tommy nodded. “First one he went up to asked him to go home with him.”
Paul always got the good luck. I couldn't remember the last time he lost a bet or dare.
I ordered a beer and stared at the crowd of women. At least my odds were in my favor. There had to be at least five women for every guy.
Tommy raked his fingers through his hair. “I think I'm sufficiently liquored up enough. Wish me luck.”
Tommy left us and found the first older woman that caught his eye. I watched Tommy go right up to her and start talking. I couldn't hear what they were saying but she laughed at one of his jokes and put her hand on his arm.
It was only a few minutes later that Tommy waved goodbye to us and left the bar with his arm around the MILF. With the way the night was going, my friends would all be gone soon and that was very good for me.
Once they all left, they wouldn't be here to see if I went home with anyone or not. I could easily lie like I have in the past and say that I bagged a MILF. I'd only have to think of some specific details to make it believable.