by Lila Younger
As I watch, he moves his hand up and down his shaft, squeezing out even more of his cum onto the floor. He’s practically dripping with seed already. He comes forward, and I swallow hard. The sight of his cock in front of me, the object of my desire has my pussy trembling instinctively, muscles squeezing out my honey, trickling past my folds and pooling in front of me. I’m so embarrassed by my body, by how much it wants Nate, but it seems to turn him on even more, his cock hardening and lifting even higher against his abs.
“That’s it,” he growls, pleased. “I love seeing how much you want me.”
Nate gets up onto the bed, spreads my legs open further, readying me to be penetrated, and his cock traces over my lips. I can feel the white fluid across, and I lick it. Salty, musky, masculine. Oh god, it tastes good. I lick my lips again, and he laughs.
“Have you ever sucked a cock Leah?”
“N-No,” I tell him.
“Well you will. Not just yet, not until I fulfill my promise to you, but you will. We have all night after all.”
I shiver a little. Just how many times will we…? And then the thought disappears, because Nate’s kissing me, his hot tongue trailing a path between my breasts, over my stomach, setting me on fire with every touch. My eyes are closed, and I’m enjoying everything until he kisses the top of my mound and I realize what he’s about to do. My eyes snap open and I sit up, legs coming together.
“Wait, Nate,” I tell him. “What are you doing?”
He kisses the top of my thigh.
“Trust me okay Leah? I wouldn’t do anything that doesn’t make you feel good.”
I slowly sink back down onto the pillow, and he waits for me as I nod and open my legs again, revealing my glistening pussy, creamy and pink. The way he looks at me is mesmerizing, and I’m so turned on by how much he wants me, how openly he adores my body. I could feel his breath hot upon my slit, and then his fingers spreading apart my soft folds, leaving me vulnerable and open to him. Softly he kisses me, kisses my pussy, his tongue spreading me even further apart. The hot muscle sends a jolt of desire through me, and when he spreads my knees even further apart, I can only follow his lead. His tongue caresses my most sensitive part, gently opening me up for his huge dick. I’m pulsing with arousal, the walls of my hole hugging his tongue, sensitive to this intrusion.
“You taste amazing,” he murmurs, pressed against me. His tongue moves upward, circles my clit, flattening against it before swirling the hot little bud. I moan loudly, feeling sensations I’ve never been able to experience before. He does it again, and his fingers spread me further, diving in, one, two, three, stretching me open as he pleases me. He presses his mouth even deeper against my pussy, tasting deep inside of me, and I cry out his name, going absolutely crazy from what he’s doing with his mouth. My body is shaking more with every lick, every caress, Nate touching me in just the right places that I my words turn into nonsense.
Nate laps me up, taking everything I can give, every drop coming out of my hole, his tongue darting in and out with his fingers in unison, my cunt literally pulsating with my wild heartbeat. I feel something building inside of me as he fucks me with his mouth, eating me out like a hungry man. I don’t know what’s happening, this feeling galloping towards me that has hands scrambling on the sheets. My hips buck against his face, my whole body trembling with pent up pleasure.
“That’s it,” he urges, his voice muffled by my pussy. “I want to see you come Leah. I want to see you fucking come now.”
And just like that, I lose it, I let go at last to Nate. My orgasm, because that’s what it had to be, overtakes me, and I lose control of my body, my vision blacking out into stars. I gasp, and I must be screaming his name, giving myself over to him completely. And I want him. I want him so much. I want this ecstasy that only Nate can unlock in me, this out of the world feeling. I’m in a delicious haze for who knows how long, my back arched high as he drinks down my cream, his tongue softly swiping my folds, not letting a single drop go to waste.
Nate slowly kisses my lips to consciousness, bringing me slowly back to the present. His cock rests, fat as a garden hose, between my wet folds. He moves his hips, cockhead stroking me, making his pole slick and wet and rubbing my still tingling clit in gentle circles, bringing my desire back to the same level as his.
“You ready?” he asks me, pushing the hair from my eyes, an unexpectedly warm gesture that makes me smile.
“I’m ready. Just-just go slow,” I tell him.
There’s the crinkle of a wrapper, and then he angles the tip of his dick against my pussy and pushes, but all it does is send his cock sliding between my lips. He tries again, and again, but it’s no good. I’m too tight. Finally he holds his cock steady, right up against my entrance, increasing the pressure until I give way and breaches me with a tight pop. I gasp with pain as he pushes slowly inside of me. I know he prepared me, but this is a completely different feeling. I’m being ripped apart, deliciously stretched to accommodate that Nate’s girth. My whole body’s on fire, my hole giving way begrudgingly to his cock, walls tightly gripping onto every vein, every inch of him.
“You’re so damn tight baby,” he whispers harshly into my ear as he finally stops, buried deep inside my soft flesh. “So perfectly tight.”
I whimper softly. Every movement, no matter how tiny, reverberates inside of me deliciously, making my muscles clench. The feeling is so amazing, so indescribable, all I can do is moan the Nate’s name, the man responsible for all of this. I can feel him, all of him, penetrating me so deeply. I’m all filled up, made whole at last, and I’ve never felt so good. And then Nate pulls out, almost completely, and pushes back in, all the way to the hilt, letting me know just who owns me, just who’s stretching me to the brim.
“Oh!” I cry out, the force of his thrust literally pushing all the air out of my lungs.
I scream with lust as he does it again, his cock so wet, so slippery with the remnants of my orgasm that he’s able to push in, no resistance from my body at all. My cunt’s so full with his cock that I can feel every inch of his shaft as he pulls in and out of me, deeper and deeper each time. I look up at Nate, and he’s determined, teeth gritted, doing his best to control himself as he drives his cock into my sweet flesh again and again. I’m taking all of him somehow, our bodies coming together again and again. He grabs onto one of my breasts, jiggling from the force of his thrusts, pinching and twisting the nipple, leaving me hazy with pleasure.
Again I could feel that rising tide, that urgent feeling of need coursing through me as Nate fucks me thoroughly, owning me, making me his. My pussy is tightening its hold on him, my whole body curling in on itself as he fucks me faster, sending my own juices splashing over my ass, over his balls as he drives into me. I want us to come together, but I can’t, the pleasure hurtling towards me like a runaway train, sweeping me off to ecstasy. My whole body spasms, my pussy pulling him in one last time as I give in once more. Nate fucks me through the orgasm, hips slamming faster into me, his pace becoming animalistic and rough, pushing my peak even higher the second time, my cunt clamping down so hard on his cock that Nate couldn’t hold it anymore and he too comes, my name ripping out of his mouth, the pussy rhymically squeezing his shaft, his cock jerking inside of me.
And through it all he keeps thrusting, keeps fucking me so good that I can’t help but cling on, like a passenger on a rollercoaster orgasm that keeps going higher and higher. It feels so right, so perfect that my first time would be with this man, this perfect man, who’s so sexy, so experienced, he could make me feel this way so many times. What a perfect birthday present. Who could have known all this would have come from letting go, from taking a chance?
I relax my hold around Nate, my whole body going from rigid to soft as my orgasm slowly releases its hold on me. My eyes close, my whole body feels warm and fuzzy and light, my body taking in everything this man had to offer. My breathing slowly returns back to normal, my heartbeat slowing down until it’s no longer po
unding in my ears. Nate’s still lodged inside of me, still hard as a rock. I tighten my muscles, drawing a groan from his lips. Slowly he pulls out, and I feel a torrent pour out of me, a stream splashing down onto the sheets.
“I’m sorry,” I say with a blush.
“Are you always this wet, or is it just for me?” he says with desire.
“I-I’ve never. I didn’t even know my body could do that,” I tell him honestly. “Not even when I’m by myself.”
I can tell my words are stroking his ego, pleasing him immensely. He pulls me towards him, and I’m so loose and relaxed that it’s like lifting a doll. I rest my head on top of his chest, loving this safe feeling of being in his arms. His cock is already jerking, already ready for more, and I slowly circle my hips against him. Because the night’s far from over, and now that I have a taste for it, I want more.
Nate
The sun is completely up when I wake up, and I’m momentarily disoriented. As someone who’s had a six a.m. regimen since college, I’m caught off guard by how late I slept in. Although it can’t be helped. Leah and I had sex almost four or five times by the time we both fell asleep. My cock’s at half-mast just thinking about it, and my lower half is sticky with how much cum we both made. I roll over, ready to wake her up in the best way I know, but she’s already gone. There’s a soft dent in the pillow, and the smell of her sweet cunt still lingers in the air, but otherwise, not a trace. The sheets feel cold, so she’s left a while already, and I feel a fleeting disappointment.
Don’t get me wrong here. I’m not falling in love or anything like that. But the sex was fantastic, and that doesn’t happen as often as people think. When you really find a woman you’re in sync with, and one as innocent and yet as fucking adventurous as Leah was, well, I don’t think anyone would blame me for wanting another romp in the sack before we head our separate ways. But that’s not how this one went. And in a city of 8 million, it’d be almost impossible to bump into her again.
I get up and stretch. Nine a.m. Knowing Renee, she probably won’t even be awake, so I have some time still before she comes home. I head into the shower, turning it on full blast before I step into it.
“It’s too bad you left, Leah,” I sound out under the noise of the shower.
Just saying her name’s got me hard, and with good reason too. We did everything last night, just like I promised we would. At first she was a shy flower, but man, once I took her once, it was like something changed in Leah. She became open and willing, letting me turn her every which way, stick my dick over in her again and again. I could still feel her impossibly tight pussy, massaging my cock as I pump into her. We went at it so many times that my sheets probably should be thrown out. My hand clenches tight, wishing that it could be going over her soft skin, her generous curves instead of air. My dick throbs, I’m so turned on already.
Who would have thought that I’d find someone gorgeous as her last night? A vision in gold, beautiful, sexy, curves flashing, her nipples tight like hard candy. And I had hit it right on the nose when I pegged her for an innocent and naive woman, because she was a virgin. A real virgin, who had somehow never been taken. I didn’t understand it, but I sure enjoyed it. The way she’d mewl my name, her breasts quivering with every breath she took as I ate her out, finger fucked her, drilled my cock into her soft pussy, bottoming out inside that tight slit. I loved the way she took every last inch of me, all soft moans and sighs, her hands raking over my back, losing all her inhibitions to my monster cock until she came, milking every last drop of cum I had inside my balls, making me lose my mind.
And damn did it feel good to jizz inside that virgin pussy, that sweet hole, to claim it before any other man. Even though she didn’t know how to do it, even though it was her first, her body instinctively reacted, it wanted my seed, drained me dry again and again. I don’t know how long we fucked, lost count of how many times I made Leah come for me, because bringing a woman to pleasure, knowing that it’s me that’s making her feel these incredible sensations is a turn on like no other. My hand tightens around my shaft, my balls tightening, and I come again, my seed spilling down the drain. It’s no comparison to Leah, but I’ve got a busy day ahead of me, and while I’d love to spend more time thinking about her legs tight against my back as I fucked into that soft pussy, it was time to move on with my day.
Shower finished, I dry my hair and take stock of the penthouse. I have a housekeeper, Henrietta, on retainer who swings by once a month when I’m out of town and keeps things dust free, and I asked to prepare a room for Renee’s friend when they come. Emilia I think her name was. I’m definitely curious to meet her. From what I hear, the girls were neighbors in the dorm first year, and became such good friends that they’ve been inseparable since. It would be good to get to know the woman who’s become such an important person to my daughter. Renee tells me that she’s been cracking open a book now and again from her influence, so I do have to thank Emilia for that.
I walk through the penthouse. We’ve got six bedrooms, and that’s not counting the sofa that converts into a bed in the movie room. I asked that the room closest to Renee’s be prepared, and that’s the one I’m looking into now. Although I know that Henrietta does a good job, I’ve been raised to make sure all guests have the best experience. And I’m glad I did. Although the bed is made, towels left in the bathroom, and a tray’s left out with travel essentials, there isn’t a desk in sight, only a long chaise for reading in.
“She should have picked a different room,” I mutter to myself, but I can’t be too angry. Henrietta is good at following orders, but she’s not the kind to take the initiative.
I consider my options. I could always move the chaise out and put a desk in. Emilia is apparently very studious, and has several papers to write. Renee stressed that when she first asked if she could bring a friend. I’d hate to make things difficult for a student who wants to focus on her work. I peek into the other spare bedrooms closest to Renee’s but they’re smaller, and they don’t have ensuite’s. I can see why Henrietta didn’t go with those. The last bedroom, right across from mine, is perfect. A beautiful large oak desk sits in front of a window, and there’s even a printer/scanner in the corner. This should fit the bill perfectly.
Luckily, everything looks in order here too. The only thing missing is the travel essentials, and it only takes a second to bring it over. It’s not ideal that the bedroom is further away from Renee, but it’s still under the same room. Twenty feet isn’t going to make a difference.
Once that’s done, I head into the kitchen to prepare a lunch. As a bachelor, I’ve grown used to preparing my own food. My parents of course, have a chef, but it would be absurd to have one when I’m gone half the time, not to mention a waste of a chef’s talent. I’m sure he doesn’t go through the rigors of culinary school and apprenticeship so he could make me eggs and toast for breakfast. No, I wouldn’t do that to someone. Instead, I picked up a few recipes on my own, enough to get by. I’m a man of habit, and besides, I can eat out whenever I want. I’m in New York, and any cuisine I can think of is within reach with one Google search.
I check on my phone, and Renee’s given me an ETA. Since I’m running low on time, I decide to make my daughter’s favorite: shrimp scampi with linguine. I always have the ingredients on hand, and I got the shrimp delivered from a grocery service. The great thing about technology; one could literally never step foot outside their door and still live like a king. Renee’s already put in her order, and the pantry is chock full of tortilla chips, popcorn and her favorite food, Oreos. I’m just tossing the shrimp in sauce when I hear the elevator open.
“Welcome home,” I call out, wiping my hands on a towel. I turn around and stop short.
Oh shit.
Emilia
Early morning in New York is so different from the sleepy mornings I’m used to back in college. Everyone’s already hurrying, taxis are already rushing, and I can hear the whoosh and clatter of the subways. All the little
shops are already open too, from humble cafes to what looked like a store specializing in robot stuffed toys. New York City really is the place where you can find anything. I feel like I’m in Sex and the City or something, and I am glad that Renee asked me to come. Maybe I should be listening to her more often. I trot down the road, a spring in my step despite my exhaustion and the deep ache between my legs. Nate and I stayed up very late last night. I blush just thinking about it. I look down at my phone, double check the directions, put it back into my beaded clutch and make a left turn. Almost there.
When I first left Nate’s apartment, I was sure that I’d be doing the walk of shame. I mean, my dress is pretty skimpy by any standard, not just mine, and I have a full face of makeup on too. And I definitely have the ‘recently fucked’ hair, all tousled and everything, no matter how much I tried to finger comb through it before I left Nate’s apartment. But not a single person’s given me a double take. I guess there’s just more interesting things to look at in the Big Apple, like the guy dressed in a green dinosaur suit on the corner dancing to hip-hop.
But for me? I’m walking through the streets on air. I’m not a virgin anymore. I’m not a virgin! I keep thinking over and over. In fact, the sun just seems brighter, there’s a big smile plastered on my face, life seems… so different. I had sex with a stranger, a man who was incredibly handsome, sexy, and loved to please a woman. How lucky could I get for my first time? The sex was incredible, steamy and toe-curling good, like something out of a fantasy. I’m still blushing just thinking about it.