All the Way In

by Betsy Locke

  But then she broke away before I could really get into it. I still didn't think I had the hang of it yet. I was about to get a lot of life experience very fast.

  Miss Allen was going to give me shirt but then she held it against her chest. “I'm going to keep this for now.”

  “What?” I said.

  “Don't worry, I'll give it back to you.”

  I couldn't believe she was going to make me walk home without a shirt on.

  “I hope you enjoyed yourself,” she said, opening the door for me. It was shut before I got to respond.

  The biggest grin spread across my face.

  Chapter Five

  I knocked on the door with more enthusiasm than last time. This time I had more of an idea of what to expect. I also didn't masturbate this morning. I wanted Miss Allen to be the only one to touch me.

  She opened the door but only a crack. I could see a sliver of her face and then it was gone. No hello or anything.

  “Are you there, Miss Allen?”

  No reply.

  I pushed the door open and she wasn't there. I walked inside and saw her at the top of the stairs for just a split second. She was wearing only black panties and a black bra. She was gone in a flash. I wasn't even sure what I saw was real.

  Was I supposed to follow her?

  I wasn't going to waste time debating it. The hardness in my pants demanded it.

  I ran upstairs and into her bedroom. Miss Allen wasn't there.

  The door behind me closed and she was hiding behind it. The sight of this goddess almost made me cream my pants right there.

  Her tits were almost popping out of the tiny bra. They didn't make a size big enough for those basketballs. Her black thong hugged her hips so nicely.

  No words were said. Miss Allen's lips were on mine in an instant. Her heaving breasts were pressed against me, blowing them up even bigger. My hands held her soft skin and goosebumps formed on my arms. I'd never held a woman before.

  “Have you ever taken off a woman's bra before?” She knew the answer before I even said it. Miss Allen spun around and revealed her round ass to me. The thong ran right between those beautiful cheeks. I wanted to reach out and squeeze but I needed to focus on the bra first. My pulse beat in my ears, distracting me from my goal.

  “The two straps are latched together. Just unhook them and they'll come apart.”

  Taking off a woman's bra was always a source of anxiety for any man. They seemed like such complicated machinery. Once I had the strap between my fingers, it didn't seem that complex to me at all. I unlatched the two straps and the bra released.

  Miss Allen stepped forward with her back still to me. I watched as she slowly took her bra off and let it fall to the ground. Her fingers slipped under the waistband of the thong and she bent over, pulling the thong all the way down until it rested around her ankles.

  I got a glimpse of that sweet pussy of hers and she looked so wet. I wouldn't be able to wait much longer. I needed to be inside her today. But after yesterday, I didn't know if that's what was on the menu. She might want to play with me some more before we get to the real thing.

  Beggars couldn't be choosers.

  Miss Allen turned around and revealed herself to me.

  “Oh fuck me.” The breasts I'd seen on the internet were nothing compared to these colossal boobs. These were big, round, and hefty. One hand wouldn't be enough. Her nipples were big and erect.

  “Do you want feel me?” she asked, her hands pressing her chest together.

  My hands felt up the silky smooth skin of her tits. I bent down and trailed kisses all along them. I flicked her nipples with my tongue and Miss Allen moaned. I chewed on them and that only made her moan louder.

  “You're so fucking hot,” I said.

  Miss Allen ran her fingers through her hair. “This is going to get difficult to go any further if you don't undress too.”

  “Shit, sorry about that.” I tore off my shirt and pulled down my pants faster than lightning. My cock stood straight up, bouncing up and down as it pulsed with desire.

  “Do you want to go to my bed?” she asked, her hand running over her stomach and over her pubic mound.

  I nodded as she took my head and brought me over to the king-sized bed. “This being your first time,” she began, “we should start with missionary. You need to learn how to take a woman the right way.”

  Miss Allen lay down on the bed first. Her bountiful chest separated and settled. She spread her thighs for me and showed me everything. Her slit was dripping onto the sheets. “Climb on to me,” she commanded.

  I didn't need to be asked twice. I jumped onto the bed and carefully positioned myself between her legs. We kissed and my cock accidentally brushed against her wetness. I didn't mean to do it but Miss Allen moaned all the same.

  “Go slow at first,” she said. “Shallow thrusts. I don't want you coming too quickly. Pace yourself.”

  My brain was having a hard time comprehending when all the blood had drained to my lower half. My tip teased her eager opening and I did my best to only push partway inside her.

  She was right. The pleasure was too intense. I almost blew my load right then and there. I quickly exited and took a deep breath.

  “Take your time,” Miss Allen said. “There's no rush. But don't worry if you come too quickly. That's only natural. We have all summer to experiment.”

  I pierced her soaking wet pussy again and drilled further into her. “You feel so tight around me,” I yelled out.

  There was no way I was going to last very long with this mature and voluptuous woman beneath me.

  Chapter Six

  I pulled out again and let the sensations subside for just a second. “Fuck, it feels too good.” I said.

  “Stay inside me,” Miss Allen said. “Get used to the feeling of my pussy clenching around you.”

  I plunged right back into her. This time forcing my cock as deep as I could possibly go. Miss Allen's fingernails dug into my back. I stayed still and planted my lips on hers.

  The pleasure reached its peak. I broke away from the kiss. “I'm close,” I said.

  “Now fuck me hard, Justin. Come inside me until your spent.”

  I pulled my hips back and slammed into her, my cock stretching her pussy even more. “Fuck,” I groaned, my orgasm firing off on all cylinders. My cock burst inside Miss Allen, filling her slit with gallons of my cum until she was overflowing.

  “I'm coming too,” Miss Allen moaned, her muscles tensing, her pussy gripping me tight. I continued to fuck her until we both finished to completion.

  I rolled off her and tried to stay conscious. We both stared up at the ceiling, collecting our thoughts.

  “You did good, Justin,” Miss Allen said.

  “I had no idea it would feel that good. I thought I'd be able to last much longer.”

  Miss Allen turned on her side to face me, her breasts mashing together. “You did better than most men on their first time. You made me come so hard.”

  “I think I can go again,” I said, seeing my cock come to attention.

  “We did enough for today. We'll do more tomorrow, I promise,” she said. “You need to learn how to eat my pussy.”

  This was going to be the perfect summer.

  The End

  Story Thirty Two

  Copyright 2018

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  Disclaimer: This ebook is a work of fiction. Any resemblance characters in this story may have to real people is coincidental.

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  Description

  I never expected a man like Zane to come crashing into my life.

  He was huge: broad-shouldered with giant arms and chest.

  But that's not all that was big.

  I would get the surprise of my life when he dropped his pants.

  No way that will fit. It just wasn't possible.

  Chapter One

 
The crowd cheered for me and I took a bow. I made sure to pull up my top so my tits wouldn't fall out in front of all my fans. I bet the men out there would love that.

  I blew everyone kisses and ran off stage to everyone chanting my name over and over again. The rush of performing was almost better than sex.

  Almost.

  I descended the steps and my manager, Jerry, was clapping his hands. “You did amazing, Kimberly.”

  “Thanks, Jerry.” He handed me a towel and I wiped the sweat from my brow. Jerry tried to speak again but I brushed past him. I didn't want to talk business right now. I was still on a high after the performance and I wanted to stay there.

  Jerry always wanted to talk about the next venue or the next album. It was enough to make my head spin.

  My bodyguard, Zane followed behind me closely as I walked the halls. He was never far away and that made it very difficult to date people. It had been a year since I'd been laid and I felt like it was slowly eating away at me.

  I wouldn't be able to last much longer.

  Outside my dressing room, a group of fans were standing behind a red velvet rope. They had been given backstage access and that meant autographing their stuff and taking pictures with them. It was one of the highlights of doing concerts.

  I always felt so disconnected from them when I sang and social media was a storm that I never wanted to touch. Interacting with fans backstage was the only time I got to hear their praise face-to-face in a controlled environment.

  I went up to the first girl who was about twelve years old. She had tears in her eyes. “And what's your name?” I asked, grabbing the album from her and signing it.

  “Mary,” she replied behind sheepish eyes.

  I bent down to her level and handed the album back to her. “Did you have fun at the concert?”

  “It was the most insane thing ever,” she replied.

  “I hope I'll see you at the next one.”

  Mary swung her head up and down in big motions. I wished I could spend more time with her but there were a lot of people to get through.

  I signed posters, pictures of me, and skin which was always the weirdest. Fans wanted me to sign their arms, their chest, and even their foreheads. I never understood why when the ink would just wash off in the shower.

  I imagined them never washing themselves again to keep the signature intact. It didn't matter to me where they wanted me to sign.

  A man in his early forties was waiting with the rest of the young women. It wasn't unusual for a man to be at a show with their kid.

  But there was something different about this guy.

  He was a little on the chunky side with a mostly balding head. He didn't look like he had a kid or was even married. I put on my Kimberly act anyways.

  “How are you doing? I asked him with a big grin.

  The man adjusted his glasses. “I've been you're biggest fan ever since your first album.” He handed me the same first album.

  I remembered when I recorded Deep Desire. I was so nervous that my voice was constantly cracking. During production, I felt like the album was going to be a big failure. I didn't have any faith.

  Turned out that Deep Desire hit 2x Platinum and was still selling very well.

  I always felt that same nervousness whenever I went into the recording studio. The feeling that this would be the album where everyone discovered that you were one big fake.

  While I signed the album for the man, I felt a strong tug on my hair. I gasped and looked up to see my biggest fan holding a pair of scissors and a lock of my blonde hair. His eyes were glazed over and he had the sickest smile. I wanted to throw up.

  My hand went to feel the spot where he cut my hair. I didn't know what to say or do. I just stood there frozen, feeling like a victim.

  Zane was on the bastard in seconds. They wrestled around and I slowly backed away. Some of the younger girls screamed and ran. I wanted to run with them.

  Other security came to join the fray. Zane had taken the scissors and hair from the man. The other guards had propped him up. He had that same glazed look on his face. He was going to be another Harold.

  Harold was one of my stalkers. I was flattered at first. To know somebody is that obsessed with you is kind of cool.

  He was pretty harmless.

  Harold followed me everywhere, snapping photos of me. God knows, what he did with them when he went back home.

  Then one day I stopped seeing him. I was actually disappointed. I missed him.

  Harold was committed and I never saw him again.

  Zane came up to me and put his hands on my shoulders. I couldn't stop staring at the new stalker. “Are you all right, Kimberly?”

  I shook the cobwebs off and looked up at Zane. “I think so.”

  Chapter Two

  Zane grabbed my hand. “Let's get you to your dressing room.”

  Everything was a blur. My heart was racing. Zane took me to my room and set me down on the couch. He handed me a glass of water and I took a sip.

  Things began to clear up. I looked up at Zane, my hero. “Thank you. I feel a lot better now. I don't know what happened to me.”

  Zane took a seat next to me. It was funny to see this broad-shouldered man sitting next to tiny old me.

  “You don't have anything to worry about anything when I'm around. I'll protect you.”

  Just his words themselves made me feel safer. I looked into his eyes. “You're always there for me. I never get to thank you enough.”

  “It's my job, Kimberly,” he replied.

  I suddenly jumped onto Zane and pushed him down onto the couch. My lips met his and he kissed me back.

  I don't know what came over me. It was a combination of not getting laid in a year and the fact that Zane was the only constant in my life.

  He was the only one I could count on.

  Zane pushed me away. “Kimberly, this shouldn't happen.”

  “I don't want to stop, do you?” I reached down to feel him. The outline of his boner was gigantic. Could any man really be that big? I didn't think it was possible but the evidence was in my bodyguard's pants. There was no way he could even fit.

  I knew he wanted me but I had a sinking feeling that rejection was going to slap me in the face. I needed to be laid and it didn't matter if he worked for me or not.

  He only thought about it a moment before kissing me again. His tongue shot into my mouth. The passion between us was undeniable. My hips pressed to him, grinding against his hardness like it would be the last time.

  Zane was desperate too. His monster cock throbbed between us. He was going to rip me apart and that's exactly what I wanted.

  “Take me, Zane,” I whispered. “Take me hard.”