Heather was just standing there as well. She had this appalled look on her face, and looked as if she was about to puke. And I couldn't blame her in the least bit. Here she was about to give a lowlife like myself a golden opportunity to actually be gifted her body, and I go and cum all over the place before even touching her.
“I'm--” I couldn't even go on. “Heather...I'm--”
“You just came all over my floor, bro,” she reminded me with a frown. “I didn't even touch you yet.”
She looked like she was on the verge of tears, and all I wanted to do was crawl under the floorboards and disappear. Then she made her way over to me, and I really wanted to runaway.
I just couldn't stop cursing myself out, actually contemplating if that had been the final straw to my failed and miserable life? But then Heather took hold of my hand, her eyes staring deeply into mine.
“You came before I even touched you, Nick,” she said with trembling lips. “That was...”
I braced myself for the nail in the coffin.
“That was so fucking romantic,” she said.
My heart sank into my stomach from the insult I was so sure I'd heard, and I almost collapsed. But taking a moment to collect my thoughts, I finally realized what she'd said and couldn't believe my ears.
“Uh...What?” I forced myself to ask.
“Nick,” she said my name with the voice of a harp. “I've never had a guy do that before. Usually, they just get on top of me and start banging away. That is, if they don't shove their cocks down my throat first. But they never...Oh, Nick.”
Heather threw her arms around my neck and pulled me in close to her, burying her head into the side of my neck.
“That was so beautiful,” she whispered. “Thank you.”
I didn't know what to say.
That was supposed to be the most humiliating moment of my life, but there Heather was telling me that my inability to control my fucking ejaculation was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. Needless to say, I couldn't utter a single word, not even as she reached down and took hold of my flaccid cock.
“What are you...”
I didn't say anything else, especially when she started tugging on my dick.
Heather then started kissing me again, rubbing her tits against my chest. Her lips then found themselves to my neck, and she started licking and nibbling on me. Almost as if just knowing exactly what would turn me on, my dick started swelling up all over again.
“There we go,” she whispered. “Somebody looks like they're back in the game.”
I wasn't going to let what happened before happen again, and moved towards her bed.
Heather didn't resist me, never once releasing her grip on my dick.
“You are...” I tried finding the right words. “I don't understand you. You're so...”
“Amazing?” she smiled, finally shoving me down to the bed.
“Well...” I stalled looking up at her with my dick pointed straight up. “Well, yeah.”
“You have no idea,” she said climbing on top of me. “Absolutely no fucking idea.”
With that, she straddled me, and before I knew it was slipping my cock inside her.
I could swear that I was about to cum again, but Heather was gentle. No doubt she knew what kind of power she had over me, and knew better than to just start riding me.
“Oh...Heather,” I moaned. “You are--”
SMACK.
The slap across my face caught me off guard, and forced me to look at Heather with these wide eyes. I mean, I hadn't been expecting that, but just shrugged it off as her way of--
SMACK.
Heather slapped me across the face again, and then just started wailing into me. Over and over again, her delicate hands struck my face with the strength of a fucking dude, and all I could do was cringe in anticipation of the next one.
“Heather...” I whined when it started becoming unbearable.
“What?!” she snapped gripping my cock with her pussy, almost as if a vice or something. “What?!”
She hit me again and I tried blocking the next one.
“Put your fucking hands down!” she screamed, again gripping my cock as tightly as she could with her pussy.
It actually felt like she was trying to ripe my dick off, and I had no way of pulling out. But that's when she smacked me again, smiling down at me.
“What's the matter, Nick?” she asked looking down at me, avoiding my hand and smacking me again. “Does this hurt?!”
“Yes!” I couldn't help admit.
“Too bad,” she giggled. “I like it! So you're just gonna have to stop me if you want it to stop!”
I had no idea what she was talking about. Here I was getting the shit beat out of me, and she wanted me to stop her. But I had no idea how to do that without punching her in the face, and I couldn't possibly do that to the woman I was so in love with. But the last slap caught me right in the ear, and I instinctively defended myself.
Gripping her hand, I tried keeping her from hitting me again. But Heather actually struggled, breaking free and hit me again.
“Fuck!” I screamed rolling her off of me.
“Yes!” she screamed the moment I was on top of her. “Yes!”
“What?” I asked staring down at her, the pain of the smacks forcing me to pin her down by her wrists.
“That's it, cowboy!” she cackled at me. “Take control of me!”
I was at a complete lost. But looking down at her, Heather seemed to be loving the fact that I was restraining her so hard. She even forced me to tighten my grip even more when she tried breaking free, and then she actually snapped at me.
“Choke me, Nick!” she ordered from underneath me. “Put your fucking hands around my neck and choke the shit out of me!”
“You sure?” I asked with worried eyes.
One of her hands got away from me and immediately slapped me across the face harder than before. Of course I had to stop her, and before I knew it one of my hands was in fact chocking her.
I didn't know when I started doing it. But by the time I realized what I was doing, Heather's lips were all blue and her eyes started rolling into the back of her head. A scary sight to say the least, I immediately let go and started backing away from her.
“No,” she gasped for air, taking hold of my hand and putting it back around her throat. “Don't stop.”
She was the one to reach down and put my dick back into her, all the time guiding my hand back around her neck. And I'm not going to lie, I actually found it kinda hot and started getting into it.
“You like that?” I asked shoving my dick deeper into her pussy. “You like me fucking you like this?”
“Yes,” she rasped. “Oh God, yes.”
So I just kept doing that, chocking her while I fucked the shit out of her. And in an ironic sort of way, the fact that I'd just cum kept me from cumming again. All I had to do was use my most embarrassing moment to be the greatest moment of my life, and that's exactly what I did.
Before long, Heather was quivering beneath me, staring up at me with these pleading eyes.
“Oh, fuck!” she gasped. “I'm cumming, Nick. I'm cumming.”
I just kept fucking her as hard as I could, squeezing her throat the more I pumped away on top of her. But with the way she was looking at me, contorting in place, giving me that sexy ass look, I couldn't hold back anymore.
Just as she cried out from the orgasms she was having, I couldn't restrain myself any longer and joined her climaxing.
“Oh, God!” she cried out. “You're cumming inside me.”
I quickly went to pull out, but Heather grabbed my hips and held me in place.
“No, no!” she bellowed. “Give me that shit! Give me that fucking cum! Oh God! You fucking asshole. Give me that cum!”
And I did, even with my eyes staring down at her in total bewilderment. But then she smacked me again, and I went back to the dire task of keeping her restrained.
Unable to esc
ape the hold she had on me, I just came all inside her and didn't even care about the consequences. I mean, I didn't know if she was on birth control. Hell, I didn't even know if she had something. But all that meant nothing at that moment, not when I was busting loads all inside the woman I was so in love with.
Anyway, I finally stopped cumming and collapsed on top of her. Heather didn't move a muscle, and just ran her nails gently up and down my back.
“That was fucking awesome, bro,” she said with a kiss to my cheek. “Absolutely fucking awesome.”
I didn't say anything, but I had to agree with her. It was the best thing that had ever happened to me. And even though the side of my face was on fire and my ear kept ringing, I was on Cloud fucking 9.
Sadly, I felt like I'd just run a marathon and couldn't keep my eyes open for anything. I was passing out, and Heather's hands on me only made it harder to stay awake.
“I love you, Nick,” I thought I heard her say.
But I was already half asleep and chalked it up as a dream taking me away. Still, it was the greatest thing I'd ever heard said by anyone, and that was good enough for me.
FOUR
Later that evening, I was sitting at home and just couldn't stop thinking about Heather. The way she was in bed, how underneath all that beauty, all that grace, all that I was in love with, there was a genuine freak there. She was more than remarkable. She was the reason I existed.
I felt like the absolute man.
But I was kinda hungry, since all I'd eaten all morning was...Well, I don't have to say names. Anyway, making my way into the kitchen to make myself something to eat, I still found myself thinking all about Heather.
I could still remember her exact words when she'd found her first bone fragment after the initial decon, “Gotta chip!” she'd cheered. “I gotta a chip!”
It was still making me smile, but I shook my head clear of the notion of calling her. I mean, I'd just left her apartment about an hour earlier. I couldn't call her so soon. Not only would it have been weird, Heather would've probably started thinking I was some sort of creep or something.
I decided to just make myself a sandwich, and let Heather make the first move of whether or not she wanted to see me again. And that's when I heard a light tapping on my window, and made my way into the living room to see who it was. The moment I saw who it was, however, I almost choked on the first bite of my sandwich.
My curtains were closed, but I could still see through the sheer fabric. An standing there trying to look into my apartment, was none other than Heather herself.
It totally caught me off guard, and well it should've. I'd never told Heather were I lived, so there should've been no way for her to find me. But there she was, T-shirt, baseball cap and the world's biggest smile, the object of my affection stood right outside my door.
I hurried over and opened up for her.
“Heather?” I said with surprise.
“Hey, babe,” she kissed me on her way in.
And for a second there, I did just stand at the door a bit confused as to when I invited her in. But looking back at her, the way she looked in her jean shorts and flip flops, the way her hair cascaded down her back from beneath her cap, just the way she walked, I dismissed such a stupid inquiry and just followed her in.
“What...What are you doing here?” I asked shutting the door. “I mean, how'd you know where I lived?”
“Oh, I checked out your wallet while you were sleeping,” she said falling back on my couch. “Figured I should know where my boyfriend lives.”
“Boy--Boyfriend?” I asked with a nervous chuckle.
“Yeah,” she confirmed staring at me. “I mean, that's eventually what's gonna happen. We've already fucked. So now we start hanging out with each other all the time, and then we become boyfriend and girlfriend. That's just the way the shit works, bro. I'm just all about preemptive strikes.”
It was cute, but a little weird. Needless to say, my chuckle quickly faded, but I was still happy that Heather was actually in my house.
I made my way over to her and joined her on the couch.
“So?” I asked rubbing my knees.
It was so funny how nervous I was. It didn't even seem to matter that we'd already had sex, and pretty kinky sex might I add, the bottom line was that I was still intimidated by Heather. Her smile, the way she was lying on couch staring at me, the way she started slipping her hand down her jean shorts.
“Uh...” I stalled in saying anything.
“What?” asked Heather with a soft voice, her hand already down the front of her pants. “Uh, what, baby?”
I just stared at her with my mouth open.
She then started rubbing herself, letting out these soft pants and moans. And all I could do was sit there staring like a moron, my dick already ready to go to work.
“Wha--What are you doing?” I forced myself to ask.
“What's it look—Ahhh—look like?” Heather licked her lips. “What do you think I'm—Oooh...”
I was absolutely speechless.
Heather was masturbating right in front of me, looking at me the entire time. Her cheeks were blushing, her skin was flushed, her eyes were so intense. Meanwhile, all I could do was just stare at her with my mouth open. A woman I'd already made love to, and she was still forbidden fruit to me.
“Well?” she gasped. “Are you just gonna sit there staring at me, or are you gonna come over here and eat my pussy?”
It was a question, but all I heard was a command.
I didn't waste anytime undoing her jeans and yanking them off of her. She had on another pair of those little panties she had on this morning, and they looked so good coming off her. But right when I was about to lick her pussy for the first time, Heather held me by my ears and stopped me.
“Uh,” she said gesturing to my hand. “You gonna get rid of that?”
It wasn't until I looked over at my hand did I realize I was still holding my sandwich.
I felt so stupid and went ahead and set it down on the table next to us.
“For later?” she asked with a smile.
I grinned.
Heather stopped smiling.
“Eat my pussy, Nick,” she clearly ordered me that time. “Forget about your sandwich, and eat my fucking pussy right now.”
“Yes, ma'am,” I replied going down on her.
She was so sweet, like honey in my mouth.
The more I licked her the more she got wet, seeping her nectar of life down my throat. My tongue was all over the place, lapping and trying to penetrate her.
“Lick my clit,” she moaned. “Please, lick it.”
I did, over and over again.
It started swelling by the third lick, and that's when I really went to work. I hadn't had much experience eating a girl out before, but I knew a finger was in order. And so I carefully slipped one of mine into her, and Heather hissed with her neck stretching backwards.
“Yes,” she cried. “Eat that pussy, Nick. Finger fuck me.”
And so I did just that, shoving my finger into her like it was my dick. But giving myself some credit, I went ahead and slipped in a second one just to match my actual cock size, give or take a few centimeters.
Heather loved it and roughly grabbed my head, shoving it into her pussy.
“Eat that fucking pussy!” she growled.
I liked the way she sounded and wanted to see her facial expressions. The way her eyes were probably clenched tight, her teeth gnashing together, that little crying face girls sometimes do in porn, I just needed to see what Hethar looked like. But when I went to raise my head, her grip on my head got stronger.
“Don't you fucking stop eating my pussy, Nick!” she demanded. “Now get back to work.”
And I did, but now I wasn't really thinking about it.
Sure, Heather still tasted great and sounded wonderful with all the moans and gasping. But the fact that I couldn't even look at her kinda had my attention for a second. That is, up until
Heather literally gripped a tuft of my hair, shoving my face deeper into her snatch.
Really, not only did Heather keep me from looking at her, now she was keeping me from breathing. So as gently as I could, I went to pick my head up again, only for Heather to yank my head up and look at me with this deadly stare.
“Really, Nick!” she snapped. “Stop eating my pussy before I cum in your fucking mouth, and I swear to fucking God it'll be the last fucking thing you do! Capisce?!”
I didn't know what to do but nod, and Heather finally smiled.
“Good,” she winked.
She then shoved my face back into her pussy and held me there. So I figured, that if I didn't want to die, I should keep doing what she said and did as commanded. But I was a little freaked out. No girl had ever done that to me before, not that there were that many...three if counting Heather. But I knew this shit wasn't normal, regardless of how many girls I'd been with.
Anyway, about four minutes later, I was finally allowed to catch a real breath just as Heather caught her first orgasm.
It wasn't that she'd actually allowed me to catch a breather. It's just that with the way she squeezed her thighs around my head, all that pressure kinda push my head back. But I didn't stop fingering her, not when she was practically on the verge of losing her mind.
“Fuck yes!” she screamed. “Fuck, fuckitty, fuck. FUCK! FUCK!”
Then without warning, Heather went silent, pulled my head free by my hair, and flipped me on my back. She then climbed on top of me, finding a seat on my stomach, and started undoing the drawstring to my shorts.
“Give me that cock!” she growled sitting on top of me, yanking my dick out with a tug. “Give me that fucking dirty cock!”
It was like I was being pinned down by the shoulders the way I was just lying there, eyes all wide and hands up in the surrender position. I couldn't even tell what it was at the time, but I was seriously fearful. And it wasn't about Heather ripping my dick off or the fat that she was being so violent all together, those were just the stuff that made me go along with whatever Heather had in mind. No, what I'm talking about is a genuine fear in every sense of the word, almost as if I'd made a big mistake and was going to pay for it.
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