by Jamie Knight
Her smooth young cunt was glistening like a spring in the middle of the desert. I dove into her tender depths like a starving man, relentlessly devouring her sweet little pussy, bringing up banshee howls of pure delight.
Encouraged, I introduced my fingers, slipping two of them into her pussy hole, up to the second knuckle, working her tender folds as I focused my tongue on her hard clit, caressing it in light, fast swirls.
I honestly thought she might pass out from sheer pleasure, pressing her back against the wall as she began to quake with impending orgasm. She hit the stratosphere and started to slowly come back down to earth.
I kissed her lightly as she recovered, covering her precious pussy with warm kisses. Her hand was stroking my hair. There was nothing in the world but the two of us locked in the embrace of lovers, not quite knowing where it might all go.
“Can I suck your cock?” Rachel asked, nervously.
“Of course, babe,” I said, kissing her on the mouth.
Helping Rachel down onto her feet, she continued lowering until she was on her knees. She was naked except for the light silk robe hanging from her shoulders. Stroking her cheek, I let Rachel take out my cock, already at full hardness from the very sight of her luscious body.
Holding me in her warm hand, Rachel paused for a moment. Her eyes went wide. I’d figured she was probably a virgin, a suspicion attested by the tightness of her pussy. Though she was also pretty young, so it wasn’t final proof. But the look in her eyes told me that mine was the first cock she’d ever seen, at least in real life.
Whether her reaction was from wonderment or fear remained to be seen. Though it could have always been a combination of both.
“You okay, honey?” I asked her.
She nodded mutely, her eyes still locked on my cock. It was like she was trying to figure out what to do with it. With some guidance from me, Rachel smoothed the savage beast with some smooth, fluid strokes.
Getting braver, she opened her mouth and licked the head as she stroked, experimentally at first and then with much more enthusiasm, no doubt realizing it didn’t taste like she had feared.
Slathering my raging erection with succulent licks from her sweet tongue, running the course from my aching balls to my throbbing head, Rachel opened her mouth, subsuming the whole of the throbbing head and the first bit of the shaft.
As if still not quite sure where she was going with this, Rachel started to gently suckle the head while gently cupping my balls. It was as if she was afraid of being too rough, which wasn’t that silly of a notion. While my shaft was a bit heartier, particularly when hard, the head was super sensitive, similar to her clit.
With a breath of courage, Rachel slipped her lips even further down my cock, getting almost half of it into her mouth. The space was so spare that her tongue stroked flat against the bottom of my monster cock as she moved.
Squeezing my balls a bit harder but not enough to actually hurt, my sweet little virgin possessed a natural sense of pressure, and she started to suck hard and fast, eventually increasing in depth, until the head of my cock was grazing the back of her throat as she swallowed me deep. She wasn’t quite to the point of deep throating me, but she was close to it. I stroked her hair affectionately as she did her best to pleasure me, getting near the tipping edge of a massive orgasm.
It was going to happen. I was going to cum and it was going to be hard. I didn’t know if I should cum in her mouth and try to get it onto her face, or if I should shoot out my creamy load onto her big, full tits. I decided it was best to let her decide for herself.
“I’m cumming,” I said, giving her fair warning.
I could see the serenity in her eyes as she kept going, undaunted by the news. She was going to try and take it in her mouth. Fair enough, I would do my best to limit the ferocity to give her time to swallow.
It all worked out well. Instead of a massive torrent, flooding her mouth and nearly drowning her, the load came in intervals, five in all, giving her time to swallow one and catch her breath before receiving the next.
Guiding Rachel to her feet, I closed and retired her robe as she stowed my satisfied cock back in my pants, and we continued making breakfast.
Chapter Fifteen - Rachel
I wasn’t sure where I was. At least not at first. The sun coming in through the window made it difficult to see clearly.
Eventually, my eyes adjusted, and I was able to take in my surroundings. I wasn’t in my bedroom or the living room, that much I knew. It was really different. Strange but wonderful at the same time.
From the feeling of the sheets, I knew I was naked. My hand went unconsciously to my pussy. I was wet and very relaxed. It was clear something had happened down there.
Terrified I might not be pure anymore, I put two fingers inside. I let out a sigh of relief as I felt my still-virgin pussy squeezing me back. It must have been a hell of a licking!
Slowly, it all started to come back. Who I was, where I was and what had happened. I was in Augustus’s room. He had brought me there the night before. He had made me my first Jell-O shots and I might have over indulged.
I definitely over indulged, come to think of it. He actually had to take the tray away to stop me. Not that I relented right away. I remembered his arms around me, lifting me from the floor and carrying me to his room. Stripping me down, he tucked me in.
I didn’t think he was the one to make me cum. He hadn’t really touched me since that morning when we had oral sex. I guessed he didn’t want to make the first move. It would be too aggressive or something.
To be fair, the last time had been an out-of-the-blue, planets aligning kind of thing. I didn’t think either of us really saw it coming, as wonderful as it was. I was worried it might make things weird again, but it really didn’t.
Things just went back to what they were like after we called our truce and agreed to be friends. Augustus didn’t seem to mind at all as long as we were together, and I was happy. He really was serious about my body being mine.
Finding my clothes, I went out into the common space to see what was what. I thought maybe Augustus might have gone and slept in my room, but it was nothing so drastic.
He was asleep on the couch, the TV displaying the DVD menu for a special edition of Haxen. I changed my clothes and made us both breakfast.
“Thanks,” I said, when he woke up.
“Not a problem. Empathy, remember?”
I did but only after he said it. I was about to say it was mighty Christian of him but stopped myself. He probably wouldn’t like it and wouldn’t say so.
I reflected, mostly for the first time, on how words really did shape understanding. All religions might not be created equal, the main difference between a religion and a cult being time and popularity, but that wasn’t a bad thing.
‘Religion’ was really just a term to apply to a particular kind of group. Whether they were Catholic or Satanist, Jewish or Muslim or any one of the other world religions and countless sects and spin-offs, any religion was only as good as the people in it. Which was how there could come to be so much difference between them, even under certain umbrellas.
Sufis had almost nothing in common with Shiites and the hardline Opus Dei didn’t have much in common with the far more moderate Franciscans. It was all about finding where you belonged.
When faced with the extremist religion of my upbringing compared with the gentle, moderate LaVeyism of the Graves, I was starting to find a happy in between.
The day was uneventful. The two of us went about it together in a comfortable silence. The rhythm of our life together was set and refined by nearly three months of close cohabitation. Neither of us set foot outside the dorm for almost all that time.
I talked to Jenna on the phone and we did Zoom calls. Augustus talked to his family, especially Amelia. But other than that, we didn’t have much interaction with the outside world.
We studied and I was doing well in all my classes, even film, thanks to Augustus’ he
lp. And we hung out together and relaxed and had a good time.
We really didn’t have anything to hide or much to prove. The heating was doing its job almost too well and I was down to yoga shorts and a sports bra.
Augustus was kicking the Nick Cave look in jeans and a white tank top, which showed not only his body but also what he had allowed to be done to it. At first, I was mildly shocked at the extent of his tattoos and scarring, but in time I came to recognize the beauty.
We couldn’t read each other’s minds. That would be silly to even suggest. It was more like muscle memory and the ability to read the micro movements in each other’s bodies. Though it also helped that we had a long-established chore-wheel which we were both too polite not to follow.
The couch creaked under us as we flopped down, heavy with the hearty, healthy dinner we had worked together to create.
“What’s your pleasure?” Augustus inquired, holding up a selection of DVDs for me to peruse.
I made my selection at random, though I could tell from his expression that I was in for quite the experience.
Horrifying didn’t even begin to cover it and that was in the most fundamental way. The majority of ‘horror’ movies seemed to strike at the most superficial of fears, generally in a way that could never really happen, the shock being visceral rather than emotional.
What was unfolding before me was the antimatter to that. It was a simple but engaging story, presented in a raw, documentary style, with a truly shocking ending that literally left me hyperventilating.
Sweetheart that he was, Augustus held me close and stroked my back, waiting for me to calm down.
“Fuck,” I whispered, my mind still spinning.
It wasn’t much. Just a little kiss. A peck really, on my cheek. Still, it was enough. A trainload of desire rattled through me all at once. To my embarrassment, I basically pounced on him, kissing him hard, while trotting him.
I felt him grow hard and I was no longer embarrassed. He was rubbing on my pussy through our clothes, getting me wet.
“Sorry,” I said, breaking away.
“What for?”
“This.”
“Trust me, it’s okay.”
“I feel like I’m teasing you?”
“How so?” Augustus asked, lifting me up as he got into a sitting position, setting me down gently beside him.
I had to think about that one for a minute. Not in the least because I wasn’t really eager to say that I really wanted him to fuck me. I really did want him to but I also wanted to stay pure for my husband—which I hoped would be him.
It was really only then that the idea of sexual ‘purity’ started to sound ridiculous. It was a cock, not cocaine. Though, from what I understood, both could become really addictive.
“I can’t,” is all I could manage to mutter.
“Are you talking about sex?”
“Yeah.”
“I figured that. I mean, you’re a virgin, right?, and your particular type of religion isn’t happy about the idea of premarital sex.”
“That’s putting it mildly,” I said, unable to keep from smiling.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”
“I want to!” I blurted, my cheeks immediately warming.
“I get it, we’ll just have to wait. It’s fine,” he said, gently squeezing my hand.
“My bum is okay.”
The words were out of my mouth before I knew what I was saying. Even though I meant every word.
It was a way for us to be intimate while still preserving the virginity the church seemed to be so obsessed with, while not being too specific about it, the general assumption being that it meant vaginal virginity because that was the only one it was possible to detect. I really loved Augustus and wanted to make him feel good anyway I could.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I want you to do it to me in my ass,” I said, my voice only slightly wavering on the last word.
“Take off your clothes then,” he instructed me.
My sports bra came off first, freeing my tits, the nipples already really hard. Then my shorts hit the floor, gathered around my ankles. I stepped out of them, which left me naked.
Standing in front of me, Augustus cupped my face in his muscular hands and kissed me. Both desire and calm rushed through me like a raging river. Taking me by the hand, he led me into the bathroom.
I’d expected him to put me in the shower and quickly scrub me down. Instead, it was a leisurely soak in the tub, every muscle in me relaxing as Augustus washed each inch of my skin, Paying particular attention to my pussy and asshole. I really hadn’t understood how good ass play could feel when done right.
Pulling the plug, the Augustus guided me up and out of the quickly empty tub and into the warmth of a nice big towel. Holding me for a moment, so I could warm up again, Augustus dried me off, again taking the greatest amount of care, thoroughly drying every inch of me.
“Which room?” he asked.
“Yours,” I said.
Swooping me up into his arms and grasping me with a passionate kiss, my beautiful lover carried me bride style across the threshold of his bedroom, laying me out on the bed. Starting at my neck, he gave me a full body massage, making me feel like I was floating on a cloud of pure bliss.
His skilled hands rubbed my pelvis in a way that actually made my lower muscles slack. I was relaxed as it was possible to be. Both of my tight virgin holes were open and ready for him, even though he could only have one of them right now.
Leaving a hand on my belly to maintain contact, Augustus undressed one-handed, allowing me to see all of him at once. I couldn’t keep my jaw from dropping.
He looked like a shrine, a monument of his faith come to life in flesh and blood. Only his beautiful and massive cock, standing at a right angle from his body, was left untouched by ink or scar.
I watched as he climbed on the bed with me, my eyes pulled to his magnificent manhood. I imagined what it might feel like to have it deep inside me, pumping me gently and then harder until-
My train of thought was derailed by the touch of his tongue, light and soft, directly on my clit. Starting up in slow circles, Augustus mixed in long licks as well. Lapping my pink, virgin pussy from bottom to top, before spiraling my tongue around my clit.
Just when I thought I couldn’t handle anymore, he stopped. His sucking hard on my clit made me shiver with joy as he slipped two fingers all the way onto my wet and ready little cunt and finger fucked me until I nearly passed out from the pleasure.
I had no idea such pleasure was possible and was eager to learn more. I wanted him to teach me everything.
Keeping two fingers in me, Augustus reached over to the nightstand and took out a bottle of lube.
“Makes things easier,” he explained, before I had a chance to ask.
Gently, my sweet lover guided me onto my belly, getting me into what I’d heard called doggy style. I held my ass high in the air like an offering, wanting him to do whatever he desired with me. I trusted him completely and knew that whatever he did would feel amazing.
There were more touches on my asshole, light and passing, as he buried his face between my thighs and devoured my pussy. I was coming in minutes. My ass and pussy were both opening up wide.
I heard the pop of a plastic cap and shivered a little as the glop of cool lube dropped onto my asshole. Soon my body turned into quivers of pleasure as Augustus worked in the lube with a suddenly gloved finger.
Other women might have suspected what he’d been up to, but I was well aware of the campus health center. It was well-stocked with such items. Knowing him, he’d probably just picked up some things just in case, like those girls who carried condoms in their purse.
I gasped when his finger sunk in, from the feeling as much as from the cold. It was a snug fit but it didn’t actually hurt. There was some pressure, but it felt wonderful. It helped that he was stroking my pussy as he worked my ass.
The orgas
m was incredible. I actually lost my balance and fell forward onto the bed. It was just a small preview of what might come when Augustus put his beautiful cock in there. He kept stroking my pussy, kissing me gently on the cheek as I recovered. I was really glad I’d decided to have my first time with him.
When I was ready, Augustus slathered himself with lube before adding more to me, too. Helping me back up into position, Augustus got on his knees behind me and pressed the head of his cock against my virgin ass.
As with everything else that night, Augustus was patient and thorough, working his cock into my asshole inch by inch. I bit my lip to keep from screaming. I would be lying if I said it didn’t hurt, though the pain wasn’t as bad as I had feared and got less the longer he was in there, giving way to the most exquisite pleasure.
Before I knew it, he was most of the way in, fucking me gently. His cock was moving in my asshole like they were designed to go together. I did what I could, holding my ass open with both hands, quivering with each delicious move of his cock.
Keeping a hand on my back, Augustus reached around my hip and underneath me, fingering my pussy as he fucked me in the ass. I tried my best to hold on to consciousness, not wanting to miss a single second.
“Harder!” I screamed.
At my word, he picked up speed, until he was pounding my tight little asshole, bringing me from the innocence of girlhood to the knowledge of a woman. I screamed my delight, just hoping our neighbors didn’t think I was being murdered, which was what it sounded like.
I was being pounded to death with a ten inch cock. The thought was so filthy I couldn’t help but smile.
Augustus and I came at the same time. His massive blast of thick hot cum filled up my asshole, making me feel warm inside. He stayed inside me, resting deep in my freshly deflowered asshole, until every last drop was spent.
The body was inviolable, subject to my own will alone.
And my will wanted Augustus in my body, all the time.
He must have felt the same way because he kissed me and then said, “Marry me. I love you. Marry me tomorrow.”