“Ms. Holmes,” came the deep voice. “Delivery.”
And taking a deep breath, steadying my nerves, I made my way to the door, pressing my eye against the peephole. Oh god, he was here and my heart began racing immediately. Tall, broad, imposing, Tucker had his cap pulled low but that did nothing to disguise his strong jaw and mobile mouth. And oh god, where that mouth had been yesterday made me shiver and tremble all over again, my cunt moistening immediately, gushing with sweet juices. Suddenly my doubts were forgotten, my body on high just from a glimpse of the man through the fisheye peephole.
So I unlocked the door, peering out from behind the wooden frame and shot him a sweet smile.
“Hi big guy,” I said shyly. “Thanks so much. Do you have my package?”
His eyebrows raised at my contorted position, only my head and neck visible, craning like a goose.
“Sure,” he growled, gesturing to the box on the floor. But he held an electronic tracker as well. “But you’ll have to sign for it.”
This was like a re-play of yesterday. Except this time I was prepared. Glancing quickly around the landing to make sure no one was there, no sounds of approaching footsteps or distant voices, I made my move.
Sashaying out from behind the door, I posed provocatively before opening the coat, my boobies bare, my cunt wet, clad only in my high heels.
“Hey big boy,” I purred. “Just wait a minute while I get a pen. You wanna help me look for one?”
And the big man was stock still for a moment, his eyes ravenous, eating me up. Of course there was no need for a pen at all, nothing so mundane. Technology was advanced that all I had to do was take the electronic stylo and sign away, the magnetic field would pick up my scrawl. So it was a lame excuse at best, straight out of a corny porn flick, but it worked. Tucker was looking at me like a starving man come upon a feast in the desert, his eyes trailing my every curve, his dick punching out with assurance. And all my previous insecurities, my “oh gods” and “what ifs” flew out of my head like mist dissipating in the bright sunshine. This was a man who wanted me, who saw nothing but perfection judging from the way his eyes were on fire, the way his big body went rock hard. And in two long strides, Tucker was in my apartment, door slamming shut behind him, package forgotten on the ground as he dropped to his knees in front of me.
“Fuck, you little slut,” he breathed hotly, the warm air gusting against my cunt. “Fuck, you’re one horny little girl, aren’t you?”
And I jiggled in front of him, my boobies almost bouncing off his head, my cream gushing wetly.
“I am for you, big boy,” I cooed. And daringly, I reached a hand down and slipped it between my legs, pulling my labia apart to show him my clit, my wetly creaming hole.
“Taste it, big man?” I breathed, squatting a little so his mouth was exactly level with my cunt, canting my hips forward so that he could gaze up my channel, the hot pink, glistening flesh such a contrast to my pale white labia.
And like magic, it worked. Tucker was on it in a second, hard, hot and hungry because this was no gentle massage with his lips and tongue. He went straight for my clit, seizing the big nub between his lips and shaking his head, pulling it this way and that like a dog in a frenzy.
“Oh fuuuck!” I cried, my eyes dropping closed, my pussy gushing like a fire hose. “Oh!”
And Tucker chuckled deep in his chest.
“You’re such a fucking slut, your clit’s as big as my thumb, look at this thing,” he growled, popping it out if his mouth and flicking it with his fingers. It was true, my clit was so aroused and stiff that it waved in the air, the warm gusts of his breath only making it stand up even more, become more engorged.
“I know big boy,” I panted. “I’m a cunt slut … just for you.”
And Tucker was on me again. He rubbed the bottom side of my clit with the pad of his thumb, massaging that sensitive nub before trailing his fingers around the stiffness, the circular motion driving me mad.
“Ahhh!” I shrieked. “Ahhh ahhh!”
The big man just chuckled slyly.
“Scream all you want, little girl, I love hearing it,” he ground out before lowering his mouth to my pussy. And without hesitating, he licked me from bottom to top, the flat of his tongue covering as much acreage as possible, flicking my clit with a flourish at the end.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he growled before going at it again.
And this time he held me open, lapping up the side of my right labia before doing the same to the other, tasting my walls, filling himself with my honey, even smacking his lips at my sweet taste.
“Fuck, cunt juice is amazing,” he growled, nose and lips still buried in my pussy. “And you’ve got so much of it.” Because he was covered in my cream now, the bottom half of his face slickly wet, sticky and shiny from my fluids but the big man dove in for more, nuzzling me, drinking up the ambrosia.
And I screamed, electric sensations shooting out from my pussy, my weight propped up against the wall because my legs were so weak and trembly.
“Please Tucker, please,” I gasped. “I’m gonna gollapse, oh god!”
He chuckled deeply.
“Hold on, little girl, give me one sec.”
And with that, he inserted his thumb into my cunt, burying it deep before fanning his fingers across the front of my pussy, stroking my clit, running them through my wet folds, making me feel so good.
And I really did lose it then, my legs giving way, knees buckling as his fingers did wonders. Oh fuck, that thick thumb felt so good in me, blunt and short, rubbing me on the inside as his other fingers teased the rest of my pussy. Where the fuck did he learn these tricks? I’ve been fingered a couples times, but jamming a thumb in my hole while fluttering his palm across my nub? That took some creativity and a massively dirty mind, and I fucking loved it, my legs turning to jelly as I screamed, my pussy clamping down on him, enjoying the wiggling, jiggling digit inside.
And lucky for me, the big man swung me up into his arms then, striding to the bedroom in two seconds flat. He threw me onto the queen-size, my curvy form bouncing up and down as he looked his fill.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he rasped harshly, his eyes trailing my body, hot on my tits as he sucked his thumb into his mouth. “And you taste good too,” he ground out, lapping at the cream on his digit.
But he had a surprise for me this time.
“Your turn,” he commanded, popping his thumb out and thrusting the finger into my mouth, the thick digit wetly slick with a mix of my cum and his saliva. And oh god, but my eyes rolled back in my head as I sucked. Oh god, tasting my own pussy cream was so nasty, so dirty and yet so delicious that I was fast losing control, my body quivering and shaking in anticipation of what was next.
And Tucker didn’t disappoint.
“You know there’s tit for tat,” he said silkily, eyes gleaming, watching as I sucked his thumb.
My eyelids flickered a bit.
“Mmm?” was all I managed, still savoring my pussy juice.
“Yesterday you sucked me off while sticking a finger in my butt,” he continued smoothly, his voice neutral even though dark slashes had appeared across his cheeks, his chest and abs tight, a huge tent at his groin. “And I’m gonna do the same to you today.”
My eyes flew open. He was going to what? Put something up my butt while eating my pussy? And the big man read my thoughts, his eyes going dark as he nodded.
“Yeah, why do you think I put my thumb in your cunt first?” he asked with a nasty grin. “I wanted to lube it up because it’s going in your ass next.”
And my little anal pucker clenched involuntarily then, the pleats going tight in anticipation. Oh fuck, oh fuck, no one had ever touched me in back before, this man was going to be my first.
But Tucker wasn’t kidding and he lost no time at all. The big man shouldered himself between my thighs, my legs spread impossibly wide as they accommodated his big frame, there’d be a slight ache in my hips afterwards. Good t
hing I did yoga, I was sort of flexible but Tucker was such a big man, nothing could prepare me for this.
And my delivery man just chuckled.
“Fuck yeah, you better start doing Pilates and all that shit because after I’m done with you? You’ll be flexible enough to join the circus,” he rasped, even as he lowered his mouth to my pussy for a taste. “Now relax little girl, just lie back and relax.”
But how could I relax given what I knew was coming? I let out a low guttural moan as he lapped my pussy again, his tongue doing circles around my clit before alternately licking and biting the sensitive flesh.
“Ohhhhhh fuck!” I cried, “Oh fuck fuck fuck!”
“I will, baby girl, I will,” he ground out into my pussy flesh. “I’ll be fucking you in no time at all, just you wait.”
And I creamed more hearing the words, but tensed simultaneously because his hand had crept backwards to my butt, and one big finger was now circling my anus, tracing around my rusty star. I gasped as he probed the tiny hole, his thumb burying itself about a quarter of an inch in.
“Oh yeah, you’re tight back here,” he ground out. “I’m gonna have to work it in, it’s gonna be a tough one. Just focus on your clit baby, I’m gonna suck your clit while I do it.”
And with that, he began to twist his thumb, screwing it towards my center while applying pressure, going up against the resistance of my anus and sphincter.
“Oh please!” I gasped, panting, breathless, my butt cheeks tightening involuntarily. “Oh please!”
But Tucker was too busy to answer because he was sucking my clit now, tickling it with his tongue before biting gently with his teeth, causing the blood to rush to my cunt, my stiff nub getting even harder and bigger under his ministrations. And with some added pressure, some more screwing, his thumb popped into my ass, breaching me thoroughly.
“Ohhhhh!” I shrieked. “Oh god, I’m being butt fucked!”
And Tucker chuckled deep in his throat, forcing his thumb up even further, reaching up that back hole with his blunt digit, twisting it around, my ass walls clamping around him in shock and delight.
“You’re tight, little butt slut, but you did it,” he growled. And now I’m gonna taste the cream that’s running out of you like a fucking river.”
And true to his word, he tensed that tongue and pushed it into my hole, spearing up my sweet channel, my wet passage breached as my ass was penetrated by his big digit. But everything changed in a nanosecond because suddenly my delivery man drew back, lifting his mouth and raising his head to pin me with blazing blue eyes.
I was about to scream. How could he stop now, of all times? Right when I was circling Cloud Nine, ready to burst into a shower of excitement?
But the big man wanted to talk and nothing was going to stop him.
“Little girl,” he ground out, his voice deep and raspy, “What was that?”
I twisted restlessly on the sheets, my body on high, barely able to hear his words. Conversation, now, really? Oh no. His thumb was still in my butt and I just wanted his mouth on me again, making my pussy cream and shiver. I swear, it wasn’t going to take more than two seconds before I was ready to come all over this big man. But I had to answer.
“Mmm?” I moaned, writhing on the sheets, mindless with pleasure. I was hoping that he’d go back to his ministrations, make me feel good again, but he twisted his thumb into my ass deeper, my eyes flying open with shock, my rectum instinctively clenching around the penetration.
“Wh-what?” I gasped. “What is it?”
And the big man’s eyes met mine, magnetic, forcing the truth from my lips.
“I tasted something up there,” he said slowly, “and if I wasn’t wrong, it was your hymen, a rubbery barrier that was unmistakably female,” he ground out, voice raspy, pinning me with his gaze. “Now why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin, little girl?”
And I flushed, my ass clamping on his thumb even more. I couldn’t believe we were discussing this right now given the compromising position I was in, how he had a finger in my butt while demanding answers. But oh god, this had happened yesterday too, right? We were always chatting with our clothes off, the sex fluids everywhere, exchanging the most incredible words under the most unbelievable of circumstances.
“Please Tucker,” I panted. “I can’t help it if I’m a virgin, but you don’t mind do you?” I pleaded, my eyes begging. “Please, I just need to get it over with, I need you so badly, don’t leave me now.”
And the big man stared at me, eyes on fire, as I begged him to take my virginity, pleaded with him to make me a real woman.
“Little girl, I’m not gonna leave you. In fact, after I’m done here, you’re gonna beg me for more, more, and then more,” he rumbled against my cunt, licking me once again. “But for now …”
And I screamed because Tucker pushed his tongue up my pussy again and sampled my hymen once more, flicking his tongue against it, testing its resilience, that thin piece of tissue ready to be broken once and for all. And I could only sigh and pant, squirming under his touch, spreading my legs wider as I was violated in both holes. Because I loved it … and I needed this man, and only this man, to break me in.
CHAPTER TEN
Tucker
Laurie is the most amazing woman. Sexy, flirty, fun all the while being deeply sensual … and a virgin. There was no way I would have guessed because the brunette was horny beyond my wildest dreams. Since when did virgins give blow jobs coupled with prostate massages, answering the door in nothing but a fur coat and fuck-me heels?
So tasting that piece of tissue in her pussy had been astonishing. I’d expected to have a clear go of it, to be able to thrust my tongue straight up that tight channel. I didn’t think it was going to be easy because she’s fucking tiny down there, but when my tongue hit that barrier, all I could think was “Fuck no.”
But it was. And when I confronted the brunette, she was all embarrassed sighs and mewling cries, pleading with me not to leave her. But the little girl had it all wrong. There was no fucking way I was leaving her now, the fact that she was untouched, had never had a man’s penis in her, had never harbored a dick within that sweet snatch only made me harder, my body growing even more alert, more tense, more ready to take if that was at all possible.
Because I’ve never been so turned on before. Sure, I’ve slept with dozens of women, I started exploring with girls at a really young age. So I’ve got some notches on my belt, I’m sampled some sweet cunt, tasted some juicy ass. But this girl … she was on a whole other level. Because Laurie was such an amazing mix of contrasts, shy while giving it up to a virtual stranger, slutty but untouched as well.
And I was going to make damn sure the brunette enjoyed her first time. In fact, I was going to make sure her virgin body enjoyed the first dick it tasted so that she begged me for more, got on her knees and offered herself, twisting and turning this way and that in her efforts to please me. But first things first, and we were starting off slow.
“Baby,” I rumbled deep in my throat. “Flip onto your hands and knees, ass towards me.”
And the girl’s big brown eyes open to gaze at me languidly.
“You’re not going to put it in?” she asked breathily, her boobs heaving up and down. Oh god, I loved those tits, they were so generous and full, overfilling my hands, spilling everywhere. I planned on fucking them soon, very soon, but not now.
“Animal style,” I commanded, my brows lowering, pulling my thumb out of her ass with a small pop.
And sighing, trembly and wet, the girl maneuvered herself so that she was turned away on her hands and knees, that lush ass pointed straight at me, those big boobs dangling, dragging on the coverlet.
Fuck, I was ready to go right then, the temptation to bury myself deep in that sweet hole almost overwhelming, I had to clench my fists and summon my self-control not to deep-dick her right then. Because she was ready for it for sure, there was no mistaking her arousal. The brunette’s pussy lips were wet
and engorged, pink and fleshy, and there was so much cream spilling out of her cunt that it smeared all over her thighs and ass, the soft flesh glistening in the low lights.
“Fuck, baby girl, you’re so steamy and hot,” I rumbled, my eyes glued to her twat. “I’m gonna make you feel good again.”
And with that, I got down behind her and pushed my face between her ass cheeks, pressing deep between those white mounds, flattening my tongue as I licked all the way from her clit to her asshole, tasting that sweet musk.
And Laurie flew off the handle then, her curvy body stiffened then shook as she let out a high-pitched yelp, a scream of delight.
“That’s right, scream all you want, I love feeling the vibrations in your pussy,” I ground out, my words muffled in her cunt flesh. And Laurie was shaking now, her head bobbing up and down slightly as she panted, her narrow shoulders locked to keep herself from collapsing entirely.
But I hadn’t even started, not really. I tongued her pussy from the back, sampling the walls of her snatch, pushing it deep into her and flicking my tongue against her hymen once more.
“Fuck, baby girl, fuck,” I ground out, my dick dripping like a fucking faucet now. Who was I kidding? If I wasn’t careful, I was going to lose it before I put it in her, and I forced myself to hold back, pinching the tip of my cock for a moment to keep the sperm in. Fuck, I was playing with fire, treading so close to the edge with what this girl did to me, practically a cave man in my lust.
But I wanted more, so I tongued her folds from the back, that sweet cream gushing down my throat and then lifted my head to lap at the backs of her thighs, her butt cheeks. Oh yeah, there was pussy cream smeared there as well, and I loved licking it off her, loved tasting that tangy, scented juice. And trailing my lips lovingly up her ass, I circled up to touch her pucker with the tip of my tongue, tasting that bronze star, lightly licking her sensitive pleats.
“Oh!” gasped the girl, swinging her head around to look at me with wide, wondrous eyes. “Oh!”
“You like that, baby?” I chuckled. “There’s more where it came from.”
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