by Jamie Knight
We kissed with greater passion, Kora putting her tongue in my mouth. If she hadn't kissed before, she was a real natural. She got on top of me then, straddling my lap, grinding herself against my hard cock.
She pulled off her shirt and I buried my face in her beautiful tits, before gently sucking one nipple, then the other.
I could feel the warmth of her pussy through our jeans as we dry humped.
I took her firmly and laid her out on her back by the fire.
I kissed her more and continued massaging her tits, sliding a hand down her supple belly to her belt. Keeping a hand on her tit, I opened my own zipper and pressed the head of my cock against her sweet mouth.
She opened her mouth like a good girl, and I slid in the head of my cock, not wanting to give her too much at once. She closed her soft, wet lips around my aching cock and did her very best at sucking me off. I put a hand on her head to guide her so she wouldn't hurt herself.
I stopped her just before I came. I picked myself up, opening her pants and sliding a hand into her panties, Kora’s whole body rising a bit as I touched her tender, wet pussy. I massaged her gently, watching her squirm and listening to her moan as she got her first taste of direct contact from another person.
When she was ready, I slid a finger inside her tender pink folds and worked her little clit, making her nearly convulse with pleasure. I imagined fingering her until she came, kissing lovingly to muffle her screams of ecstasy.
In my mind, Kora collapsed, breaking hard. I massaged the outside of her pussy as she came down. Recovering her senses, Kora pushed down her jeans and panties with a speed and earnestness that bordered on desperation.
I imagined freeing her of her garments, Kora spreading her legs wide, offering her sweet womanhood up to me to do as I wanted with it. Taking her firmly by the hips, I dropped my head between her thighs and got my first taste of her delicious pussy, giving her long, soft licks, slowly gaining in speed until I was lapping and sucking on her full force, both of her hands on my head urging me on.
I licked her to a huge, body quaking orgasm, stroking her belly as the trembling subsided. I imagined putting two fingers inside her tight pussy to see if she was ready for my cock. They both slid in easily, all the way up to the third knuckle.
Fingering her to another orgasm, I kept my fingers inside her as I took down my jeans and got on top of her. In my mind, it was Kora herself who took hold of my cock, giving it a few gentle strokes before slipping the head into her luscious little pussy.
I imagined her holding onto me, wrapping her legs around my back as I pushed slowly in. Gently kissing to muffle her cries as my huge cock popped her little cherry, pushing all the way in.
Giving her a moment, I saw myself begin to fuck her in slow shallow thrusts. Kora was breathing heavily, letting out the occasional moan, but not crying out. No pain was showing on her face or in the sounds she made as I fucked her, gradually building up speed until I was pounding her, Kora moving right along with me.
I had always been drawn to her ass and imagined myself turning Kora onto her belly, her ass and pussy fully presented to me. I massaged her ass gently, occasionally taking a handful and squeezing.
Showing her how good it could feel.
Making her gasp with joy as much as surprise at the new-found pleasures.
I slipped my fingers into her pussy and rotated my thumb lightly around her asshole. I made her cum quickly, the speed and intensity of her orgasm only magnified by the anal stimulation.
I then imagined myself with my hands on either side, stretching her asshole as I licked her sweet pussy, making her push back against my tongue, wanting more. I imagined licking her slowly up her pussy and over her asshole as I stroked myself even harder, cupping my balls with my other hand.
I imagined burying my face in her big, creamy ass, getting her ready to be pounded by cock, Kora bucking and moaning as I pleasured her. When she was ready, I pictured myself pressing the head of my cock against her open asshole.
"Ready?" I heard myself ask.
"Yes, please, fuck my ass," she begged, edging on desperation.
I imagined pushing the head of my cock into her ass and her jumping and yelping but not pulling away. Instead, she pushed back slightly. Helping as I pushed in deeper.
I pushed all the way into her asshole, barely fitting in, feeling her squeeze my huge cock as I moved inside her. Taking her hard by the hips to keep her still, I imagined fucking her sweet little asshole. Feeling her warm tightness as I moved in and out. Hearing her breath quicken as I also took her anal virginity after I had taken her pussy virginity.
Now, in real life, I came hard, imagining coming in her curvy ass, Kora shrieking and shaking as she orgasmed, and I filled her sweet, tight little asshole with my hot, white cum.
The orgasm faded, as they always did, and reality set in again. It was all bullshit. Of course it was. It hadn't been like that. Not really.
Chapter Seven - Logan
True, back then, Kora had basically thrown herself at me, but I had barely gotten my hand on her pussy before she had said no. That was the truth of it.
She had said no, and we had stopped. Right there. I may have been a lot of things, but I wasn't a monster. There was no way I would take someone who didn’t want to be taken. Especially not someone I liked.
There had actually been an incident like that with one of my friends, when a girl had said no, and he didn't stop, that got me out of that whole scene. The prosecutor wanted me to testify but I hadn’t seen anything. Even if I had, I might have been too scared. Of what they might do to me or to Kristen.
The woman’s rape allegation showed me what my so-called friends were really capable of. I knew they were bad, but I didn't really understand how far it went.
I had asked Kristen why she thought Kora might have said no. It felt a bit weird asking my little sister about such a thing, but she had known Kora better than anyone. I also thought she might have a bit more insight into the female psyche, being one herself and all.
"She's just not into you," Kristen had said.
"What?" I asked, feeling like a knife was twisting in my heart.
"Kora is a good girl. She's still a virgin, you know."
"Yeah, I know," said, remembering how tight her pussy had been.
I had guessed and assumed, anyway. But I wasn’t about to tell Kristen that of course.
“Well, she’s too good for you to corrupt. And if she didn’t want to continue making out with you then she’s just not that into you. I know Sherlock Holmes doesn't get out this way often but the logic is pretty clear, I think."
"Yeah," I said.
"Not that it's a bad thing. You probably just would have hurt her. Physically if not emotionally."
I was going to object, but I knew that she was right. I would have tried to be gentle with Kora. Even though I had a reputation of being rough with women. Kristen had no doubt heard the stories. Girls talked, as I later found out.
I wondered how many times Kristen had to apologize for me. It must have been hard for her, having me as a brother back in high school. All the guilt by association. All the shit she must have gotten that she didn't deserve. I had never really thought about it at the time.
"You're right," I said.
Kristen put her hand on my arm, tying to comfort me. I doubt she had been trying to hurt me. The truth just did that sometimes.
"I love you, bro, but you have a lot of anger issues and you really aren't the best influence. Especially on an inexperienced teenaged girl," Kristen said.
"Like you?" I asked, more pointedly than I meant.
"I'm different," she said, not seeming to take offence.
"How?"
"I know you, bro. I know when it’s really you talking, or the shit in your head."
"Oh," I said, not having thought about that either.
"Besides, who says I'm inexperienced?"
"What?" I asked
, looked at her so fast I nearly got whiplash.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding; still Snow White over here. The Disney version, not those smutty Brothers Grimm,” she laughed.
"Good! Because if any one ever did that to you, I'd break his back in five places!"
Kristen just looked at me, letting me think about the full impact of what I had just said about her and her "purity."
"Er, I mean-"
"Pot, meet kettle. Kettle, meet pot," Kristen said with a smirk.
I felt a sudden and abiding empathy for the guys who had tried to start fights with me after I had been with their little sisters. Perspective could be a real kick in the head.
I went off to college the next month, Kristen's words of premature wisdom still ringing in my ears. It was the Spring session, so the clothing on the freshman females tended to be somewhat sparse. And the girls on campus all threw themselves at me just as the girls in high school had.
I just wasn’t interested, though. I kept my head down and tried to focus on school. I was majoring in business and would have a lot of work to do if I wanted to advance.
Grandpa had made clear his intention that I get at least an MBA. That was probably why he was paying my tuition. I was still too young to get at the trust fund that had been set up.
My family was rich, but I wasn't; all the money I had would be coming from them. I could be cut off at any time until I was age 21. They had set it up that way, 21 being the legal age of adulthood as people viewed it in my grandpa's day and he didn't see why they should have lowered it like they did.
That was one of the advantages of being in the position that he had gotten himself to. He had the power (and money) to inflict his will and morals on everyone else. One would never have known that he had grown up in a shack in the West Virginia hills. New money through and through.
I had big oxfords to fill and was determined not to let the family down. This was actually how grandpa had framed it. Like I would be some kind of traitor or disappointment or failure if I didn't do exactly what he did and what he wanted me to do.
It was probably what had driven my dad to fight with him, and what had driven me to rebel against both of them in high school. In college, I was trying to right the wrongs, but I was always treated with shame and anger.
There were moments, few and shameful but still there, that I was relieved that he was dead. Not happy but relieved to be able to get out from under his shadow and live my own life.
I got the feeling that dad sometimes felt the same way. He would have gotten it even worse than I did, having to live with grandpa growing up. I didn't know if Kristen ever felt like we did. Grandad never really paid her much mind.
I realized later that it was because she was a girl and, to his mind, of no real importance when it came to his legacy. He had his son and his grandson and that was all that mattered. He was sexist and played favorites like that.
If he was still alive, I probably would have punched him for some of the things I was figuring out now that he was gone. Of course, that would have just made him proud. I would have been just like him then. A domineering thug.
Still thoroughly under his thrall while in college, though, I focused hard on the course work, barely ever leaving my dorm room, except to eat. Even then, I brought my books with me to the cafeteria.
It was the opposite of how it was in high school. My grades had been so bad grandpa had to call in a favor to get me into the school he had wanted me to go to. Something else he was able to hold over me.
I lacked complete interest in women, not only because I was trying my best to study hard but also because I missed Kora. I told myself to get over her and that it couldn't be that way forever and eventually, I did start try to start dating again.
At first, they approached me, usually while I was in the cafeteria. Unlike my younger, wilder days, I did my best to stick to talking to one girl at a time, seeing if it would work out before I considered dating her.
It never did work out though and by the end of my first semester I had come to the realization that it wasn’t even worth trying to date. I simply had no interest and I told myself that maybe if I gave it a break, I would eventually get over Kora and be able to take a girl out.
It was during a lull in this chain of failed attempts to get myself psyched up to date, during a college break, that I messed up what I long thought had been my last chance with Kora. I had only been home a few days when Kristen, ever the socialite, decided to have a pool party to break in the new Olympic sized swimming pool dad had recently had put in the backyard, grandpa bribing the zoning inspector to make sure there were no land use issues.
There were over a dozen hot, bikini clad girls splashing around below my bedroom window, but I still had no interest in them. I had become one of the bookworms I had once made fun of, taking the name of “study break” from college much more literally than most.
I was trying to block out the fighting between my dad and my grandpa. The huge rooms of the mansion had great acoustics. Grandpa called my dad, his own damn son, soft and weak. I knew even then that he was wrong. Not only was my dad neither of those things, but it also wasn't right to say it as though it were a bad thing. As if sensitivity and openness to emotion were handicaps in a man.
I glanced up from my micro-economics text and stole a look out the window. It really was a glorious sight, all those lovely young bodies glistening in the sun. Kristen was among them of course but I ignored that. As fates would have it, this was the exact moment when Kora arrived.
I watched as she awkwardly took off her street clothes, revealing a bikini underneath. She had lost a bit of weight since I had been in high school but was still curvy in all the right places. Her new bikini was showing off her body in a way that was almost scandalous.
I saw suddenly, selfishly, happily, that I was the only male their age within view of the party goers, the party being a girls-only affair, either by accident or design. I had never noticed Kristen hanging out with very many boys. Boys hanging off her, yes, but she only really seemed to have attention for her current boyfriend of the hour. All of her friends seemed to be girls. Kora was always chief among them, of course.
I watched as Kora and Kristen hugged. It looked a bit strained but friendly enough. I realized later they were already drifting apart.
From what I was told by Kristen, their parting had been mostly done on Kora's end, though she didn't know exactly why. I had a pretty good idea but didn't dare tell her. I had already hurt her enough.
I got back to work, and Kora joined in with the party, occasionally glancing up at my window at the same moment I was glancing down at her, trying to get another look at her beautiful body, my lust overcoming my common sense.
I forced myself to focus on my reading, which was about the intricate details of the Keynesian system of trade, wondering why we hadn't gone with that. I was trying to put Kora well out of my mind when a gentle knock came at my door.
Figuring it was either Kristen or my mom, I got up to open it, never expecting what I found on the other side.
"Hi," Kora said, shyly.
"Hi," I said, unable to keep my eyes from her luscious young tits, barely contained by her bikini top.
"Get lost on your way back from the kitchen?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood.
"No but I can see how that could happen, considering the kitchen and the living room are in different zip codes."
"Not quite, but there are two different phone numbers for the house and the servants’ quarters," I said, this actually being true.
"Servants’ quarters," Kora said, stifling a laugh.
"What?" I asked.
"Sorry, that's just not a word you hear a lot anymore, except maybe on consume dramas."
"Fair point," I conceded, "though to be fair, that is just the traditional term at this point. Dad calls it employee lodging."
"C-can I come in?"
"Why?" I asked, the wound in
my heart starting to burn a bit.
"I-I want to show your something."
"I guess," I said, stepping back and opening the door for her.
She came in quickly, as though afraid of getting caught, and I closed the door behind her, just in case. I think my parents knew what I had been doing. The sounds would have been hard to ignore but ignore it they did.
Though I wasn't sure what would happen if I was actually found with a girl in my room. I had never put it to the test, formerly preferring to pursue my conquests elsewhere.
"What do you-"
I stopped, more than a little stunned as Kora took off her bikini bra, revealing her beautiful tits, her nipples still hard from the cold water.
"I-"
Before I could speak, she took down her bikini bottoms.
Her pussy was even nicer than I had imagined. Tight, pink, neatly shaved. Pristine. Perfect.
She came over and stood in front of me. Taking my hand, she put it on her pussy. I just left it there for a moment, cupping her tender lips, unable to think, let alone move.
Kora did my thinking for me, holding me gently by the wrist and rubbing her pussy against my opening hand. Eventually I realized it was really happening and started moving it myself, taking her by the hips as I did so.
When she was ready, I slipped a finger inside her like I had tried to do on the mountain, this time getting it all the way in. I fingered her to orgasm, Kora coming against me, holding on to the sleeves of my shirt, her face pressed against my chest.
Her pussy felt better than any I had experienced before and only got tighter as she came. I loved how wet and ready she was for me.
She lifted my fingers to her mouth and cleaned them off with her tongue, looking me in the eyes as she did so.
I wanted to stop. To move away.
It was wrong, all wrong. S
he had said no before and I respected that.
Why was she acting this way now when she wasn't into me?