by Mignon Mykel
Still kneeling, but now between her legs, I took her ankles and folded her legs up and out so her wet, pink pussy was on display. My mouth watered as I saw her squeeze, a drop of her wetness seeping out of her. She was fucking soaked.
There would be no dry, uncomfortable penetration. She was going to be a slick, slippery glove and my cock wept its own precum in anticipation.
Needing a taste of her, I leaned down and into her, sweeping my tongue over her beautiful folds. My hands were still on her ankles, but I could feel as her knees dropped inward toward my head. She moved her hips as if trying to get away from my mouth, but I wasn’t having it.
One taste of her honey sweetness wasn’t going to be enough.
I wasn’t one for the foreplay, but her taste was fucking addicting.
I let go of one of her ankles so I could wrap my arm around her leg, laying my forearm over her hips to hold her down. As I put my mouth to her again, this time sucking and moving my face against her, I put my hand to the back of her other leg, pushing her thigh closer to her hip. The action trapped my hand against her but it also opened her up for me. Not wide with full access to her clit, but long, giving me access to her entire pussy and the puckered rose at her back.
Her hips bucked under my arm as I went to town on her. Sucking, thrusting, biting, nipping. My tongue flicked over her clit, then entered her pussy. I sucked and feasted on her wetness as she bucked and moaned and whispered my name. Her hands were in my hair, fisting the locks so fucking hard it hurt.
Give me more, Curly.
Pain with pleasure was the best line to cross.
I released my hold of her leg and her heel dropped to the bed beside me. I wasn’t giving her an inch, though, as I sunk two fingers into her wet, waiting pussy.
Her breath came out as a sob and her hips jolted with the intrusion.
She was swollen against my fingers and so fucking tight, I wanted to weep at the thought of her surrounding my fucking cock. It was going to be a tight fit, if the feel of my fingers in her was any indication.
Because two fingers was nowhere close to my girth.
I pumped and pulsed my fingers into her quickly, so fucking fast my forearm was tight and I knew it would be slightly sore later in that night. But her squirming, her moans, her fucking squeezing so hard I thought my fingers would squeeze out of her, only egged me on to go harder and faster.
I sucked her clit into my mouth one last time before she shattered around me.
Mia
God damn, this was so much better than my toys.
The high I felt as I exploded around his hand was unlike any orgasm I ever gave myself.
I loved his control. His mouth was fucking magical and his fingers…
Damn.
Earlier, when he had me grab his cock, I was slightly fearful of his size. He was a bit bigger than my largest dildo.
I had always been sexually minded, having started to masturbate at around twelve. Being a twenty-something year old virgin wasn’t something I had planned; I just never found time to date and never wanted to participate in meaningless sex.
Not that this with Conor wasn’t meaningless.
He didn’t even know who the hell I was. I think that gave the definition to meaningless.
The thought of sex always left me wet. Reading sex always left me uncomfortable with need. So finally last year, I decided to do something about it, and bought my first toy.
Which only spurred my desire for more.
When I started experimenting with penetrating toys, I started small, gradually getting to what was marketed as a normal sized penis.
Conor was not the same size. He was well-endowed in comparison.
I’d always questioned the thicker penises when watching porn, but now I knew they could be real and true.
He was thick from base to just before his head, where he narrowed slightly before the rim of the head of his penis flared out. He was red with a slightly purple hue, with thick veins running up and down his length.
I knew that him entering me was going to be tight and probably a little uncomfortable, but I wasn’t about to tell him I was a virgin.
I was on such a wonderful high, there was no fucking way I was allowing him to stop.
I lay there, my chest heaving as I came off of said high. His fingers were still buried deep inside of me but his mouth was no longer on me. Nor was his arm holding my hips down.
He was sitting back on his knees when he slowly, God, so fucking slowly, removed his fingers from my slick channel.
His curled fingers hit another nerve ending, causing me to squeeze down around him as I moaned. He chuckled and took his fingers from me. I watched in fascination as he put his fingers deep into his mouth, his bearded cheeks seeming to hollow as he sucked and pulled his fingers back out of his mouth.
Before I could tell him my thoughts on the action, his hand was fisting his cock and he grunted. “On your stomach.”
I had a moment of panic. Maybe now was actually a really good time to—
Before I could further contemplate it, his hands were at my hips and he flipped me over, pulling me up on my knees so my ass was in the air. I rearranged my arms so my hands were at my shoulders, leaving my cheek pressed to the cream pillow that matched the dark tan spread under my body. Behind me, I heard the tear of foil just before I felt Conor’s hands on my ass, pulling my cheeks apart.
I looked over my shoulder just as I felt the tip of his covered cock at my pussy.
Could he tell? Surely he wouldn’t be able to tell I hadn’t truly had sex, right? It would just be a little snug.
I risked looking up at his eyes, but his eyes were focused where his cock head rested. He removed one hand to position himself and I had to bite down on my lip at the excitement that this was happening.
I was nervous, sure, but I was more excited. Feeling the head of his cock right there…
And when he slammed into me, I had to turn my head into the pillow to muffle my yell.
God fucking damn, that hurt!
It was an unbearable stretch and I could feel tears prickling behind my eyes. I groaned open-mouthed into his pillow as his hands kneaded my love handles, his hips pushed all the way to my ass.
“Goddamn, you’re so fucking tight, Curly.” His voice was gritty and sexy, but I was too busy concentrating on relaxing my muscles. Deep breath in, letting it out slowly against the pillow.
I squeezed my eyes shut as he pulled out unhurriedly and thrust in again.
I could feel him sliding against my slickness, and the tightness was slowly becoming bearable. It was still slightly uncomfortable but he was moving in and out of me slowly, allowing me to become accustomed to his girth.
For the moment anyway.
His hands squeezed my hips as he continued his slow thrusting. “So wet, so tight.”
Finally feeling composed, I turned my head so my cheek was to the pillow again. I tried to push up on my arms, but he moved a hand to between my shoulders and pressed me down.
“Right there. Stay right there for me, Curly.”
He pushed himself to the brink again and I could feel as he shifted on his knees. Doing what, I wasn’t sure. Moving closer?
With his cock still lodged deep in me, he moved my knees together as he straddled them. The new position with my legs together made the feel of him in me impossibly tighter, but I could feel every ridge and line of him as he began his slow pumping once again.
I needed more now, though.
The feel of him in me, thick and veiny and full, was bringing out something in me I had never felt before. I pushed my hips back to his, meeting his thrust with one of my own.
He chuckled above me. “Oh, you want more, do you? I’ll give you more of this cock.” His hands moved from my hips to just above my ass, pulling the extra there up and squeezing the handfuls. I ought to be embarrassed or self-conscious, but he didn’t seem to mind as he squeezed and began pounding into me at a quicker pace.
; “So fucking tight. Damn, Curly. Take me. Take all of me. That’s right, woman. Take my cock.”
His grunts intermixed with dirty words as his hips went from his quicker pace, to faster, shorter strokes, the head of his cock hitting me in all the right places. I thought for sure I was going to explode around him.
“I’m close,” I managed to whisper.
“Tell me how much you want this cock. Tell me with your filthy mouth, woman. Don’t you fucking come until you do.”
My heart was pounding and I could feel nerve endings sizzle. How did one stop an impending orgasm? I didn’t know, but I also didn’t want him to stop doing what he was doing, so I did as he demanded.
“You’re so big and full. I love when you hit—” I stopped on a moan as he did just as I was about to tell him.
“That? You like that. Tell me more. I’m gonna come so fucking hard, tell me.”
I wasn’t sure if he was informing me he was going to come, or if I was supposed to repeat him. Either way, it was likely true.
“I need to come, Conor. I have to come. I’m going to come so hard.”
“Fucking hard.”
“So fucking hard.” I squeezed my eyes shut as my orgasm was right there, right at the brink. But I wasn’t falling yet. I was right there and I needed to fall over the edge, I needed it so badly.
Conor wrapped an arm under my boobs and lifted me back to him, my back to his chest, as he continued to pound up into me. But it was his other hand that gave me the reprieve I was looking for.
His thick, calloused fingers were at my clit and he squeezed the nub between two fingers, just hard enough to send me flying.
I threw my head back against his shoulder as my mouth dropped open on a soundless cry. With all the porn I had watched, I just assumed a powerful orgasm would bring out the vocals, but I stayed whisper silent, like I did when getting myself off.
“Goddamn, Curly. Fuck!” His cock pushed up into me and I could feel him throbbing against my own pulsing and tightening. It was a heady feeling, the battling beats warring inside my pussy.
Before I was fully sated, Conor lowered us more gently than I would have guessed he was capable of until my stomach was back to the mattress. My legs straightened and before I could revel in the feel of his weight on my back, Conor pulled out of me and stood from his bed.
“Damn. I may just keep you around for a repeat after my cock is rested.” He chuckled to himself and I rolled to my back in time to see him frown, moving his hands to roll the condom off his softening dick. “The condom broke. Probably because you were so fucking tight. You’re on the pill, right?” He didn’t sound anxious. “I’m clean. Get tested regularly. You clean, Curly?” He moved to the bathroom, leaving me alone in his room, in the middle of his huge bed.
Those were not words a girl wanted to hear when she wasn’t on the pill. Especially when said so nonchalantly.
My doctor put me on a number of birth control pills in my teens to help with hormone regulation due to my period being incredibly irregular, but they all made me severely depressed. I stopped trying to find one that worked. By twenty-two, my hormones finally settled but my period stayed regularly irregular.
“Um.” I could tell him no, I wasn’t o birth control. I’m sure this wasn’t his first rodeo with a broken condom, not with how easily he announced it. Or I could just tell him yes and be sure to go to the doctor right away in the morning.
If I had had time to plan this night with Conor, I would have made an appointment with my doctor prior to the planned night, but that hadn’t been in the cards.
I sat up then, pulling the cups of my bra up over my breasts and looking around for the rest of my clothing, suddenly feeling very dirty. My bra hadn’t even been off!
I heard a toilet flush and Conor walked back into the room. “You didn’t answer me, Curly.”
“Um, yeah. I am.” I shook my head and forced a grin on my face, looking around until I spotted my underwear. Good God, I wore those today?
My face slightly red, I stood and reached for them. I pulled the plain cotton on as Conor grabbed a clean pair of boxers from one of his dressers. He turned toward me as he stepped into the fabric and I risked looking at his penis, curious what it looked like flaccid.
He wasn’t nearly as long, but he was still pretty thick. It was impressive, really.
I grabbed my shirt and slipped it on over my head before finding my jeans. This whole getting dressed immediately after sex was awkward. It wasn’t something I wanted to do ever again.
Conor came over to the bed as I was hopping into my jeans and I noticed another frown marring his face.
“What the fuck?” It came out as a surprised whisper, his brows drawn in as he stared at the bed.
I looked behind me and bit my lip.
So much for that theory.
Conor
It had been a fun, even if slightly quick, session in the sack, and I was ready to hit that sack for other reasons. It was nearing three thirty and I’d been up since five the morning prior. Curly was getting dressed and when she’d been putting on her shirt, I admired her soft stomach and full tits once more before she bent to pull on her jeans.
Which gave me a better view of those tits.
It was over her shoulder, though, that I noticed the small dark marks on the spread.
I walked closer and took a better look, my eyes frowning.
“What the fuck?”
She’d been too wet to tear, even with how fast I pushed myself to the hilt.
Which only meant…
No.
She was tight, but I had only heard stories of girls being so tight, with breaking through the hymen, that it was nearly chokingly tight around the guy’s dick.
My frown still in place, I looked down at Curly. She was now standing at her full height, her hands clasped in front of her and her eyes…
Shit, her eyes looked worried.
“Were you a fucking virgin?” I didn’t recognize the incredulous tone in my voice.
She bit that lip of hers again and my damn cock warred with my head.
The panic was morphing into some sort of anger. Or heated unease. “I said—were you a fucking virgin?”
I didn’t fuck virgins. I didn’t.
Fuck. She was going to want to come back, she was going to cling. I didn’t do relationships, and I certainly didn’t do second-times, unless the second time was with a group.
Curly lifted her chin defiantly, still not answering me. “I’ll see myself out. Thanks for a great time, Conor.”
I reached for her arm to pull her to a stop. I was angry, yes, but when she flinched at the movement, I had a moment of realization that between my anger, my words, my actions, and then I’m sure with the way I looked…
“Get your hand off of me,” she said between clenched teeth.
I let go of her arm and held both my hands up. I tried for a more placid tone, but even I could hear it didn’t quite make it. “Were you. A virgin.”
I could see her battling the answer. I could see her battling answering me.
Fuck.
Her chin still lifted, her brown eyes met mine and held. There was a long moment of silence before she opened her mouth again. “Yes.”
Fuck.
I didn’t want to be insensitive but…
I was. I was insensitive.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I didn’t think you would notice.” She moved to walk out of the room and I followed. Willingly, even.
That was a bullshit answer if I’d ever heard one. “How the fuck wouldn’t I notice?”
She didn’t bother to stop or turn her head to look at me. “You didn’t until well after the fact.”
Ok, so the lady had a point.
“Look.” She finally stopped in the living room, turning toward me. “I was curious and I’d heard about you and I just wanted the damn thing taken care of. That’s all. I’m not going to cling. I’m not going to beg you for to
morrow night. In fact, you probably won’t ever see me again.” She smiled slightly, but it looked menacing almost. “Thank you for tonight, Conor,” she said again. “I’ll see myself out.”
She turned again and moved to the other side of the room in record time. I tried telling myself I didn’t care, she was just another chick, another hole on another night.
But when she reached the door and looked over her shoulder at me briefly before pulling the door open and stepping out, I was hit in the gut again with her familiarity.
But I didn’t know her.
Shit, she was just another woman I took to bed, who I didn’t get her name. Names didn’t matter.
But for whatever reason, I had a feeling her name mattered. A feeling that her being my first, and fuck she’d better be my only, virgin, mattered.
I shook my head.
I was too tired for this shit.
Tomorrow night I’d take two girls. That would take my mind off Curly for sure.
Conor
Late August
“Get your fucking phone out of the ice chest, Rory.”
Rory and I were getting the bar ready for the day. It was all of ten on a Sunday morning but with a noon baseball game, we were bound to start getting busy the moment we opened the doors at eleven.
“Dude, yesterday there was a Articuno in here.”
I frowned at my kid brother. “A arti-what?”
“Articuno. You know, Pokémon Go?” Rory closed the ice chest and scanned his phone around the bar and into one of the fridges.
“You are fucking twenty-nine years old, Rory. Pokémon is for ten year olds.”
Rory shook his head, his longer wavy hair shaking with the movement. “No. Definitely more adults playing. It’s like a flashback from childhood.” Still, Rory didn’t look away from his phone.
I walked over to him and snatched the device from him. “Well right now we need to get the bar ready, so catch your Pikachu on your own fucking time.”
Rory grabbed for his phone but I did the dick move and put it down the front of my pants.
“Fuck, Con! Shit, that’s nasty.” Rory’s face was contorted and I couldn’t help but laugh as I went back to my earlier task. “You owe me a new phone, fucker.”