But I soon figured it out.
He gently brought me to another gushing orgasm, and another after that. Like my pleasure was his pleasure and I’ll never be embarrassed about my particular gushing talent ever again.
Now it’s nearly midnight as I tiptoe down the hall, passing Babka’s room on my way to the narrow staircase that leads to the attic.
I stand outside the door, listening to the way my heart is beating in my ears. I raise my hand, make a fist and freeze.
We’d planned for me to come up around midnight, knowing Babka would be fast asleep, but now that I’m here, my stomach is fluttering and I’m unsure.
When we were together earlier, when he was inside me, I felt so close to him. This near stranger who I let take my virginity and also come inside me.
Am I insane? I don’t even know why he was in prison but I also know my grandfather would never have sent someone here he thought would hurt us.
I lower my eyes, it took me an hour to decide if I should wear the little matching black thong and lacy bra I have hidden under the flannel robe I put over the top, just in case Babka saw me.
The conflicting emotions tangle in my belly and maybe I should go back downstairs. Just tell Jacob I fell asleep. Use the time to try to regain some grip on reality…
I lower my fist and turn to leave, when the door swings open and I jump on a gasp.
His massive form fills the doorway, lit from behind, his face in shadow.
“I thought you weren’t coming. I was coming to get you,” he rumbles.
“Coming to get me?”
“Yeah. It’s a minute after twelve, so I was coming to get you. Get used to it, babe. I may have been a virgin, but that doesn’t stop me from being a possessive motherfucker. At least with you.”
He takes my wrist and pulls me into the room. I hadn’t been up here for years until Babka said we may have a visitor in the near future and I helped her get rid of the cobwebs and give it a bit of a freshening up.
I never dreamed I’d be sneaking up here in the middle of the night to fornicate with the mysterious visitor, let alone a prison-mate of my grandfather’s. I should be scared to death that even at this moment, I could already be pregnant, but I’m not. I’m exhilarated, and looking at Jacob moving in the low light of the room, I’m already soaking wet and ready for more of what he gave me earlier today.
All during dinner, all I could think of was his cock. It didn’t help that Babka made kielbasa and sauerkraut, and that every bite had me pretending it was Jacob I was putting in my mouth instead of the stupid sausage.
Inside his room, the warmth hits me as I see the full moon gleaming outside the open window, and a soft evening breeze cools my skin.
He’s shirtless, and the sight of his massive chest reminds me of when he was on top of me today. He’s covered in a slick sheen of sweat and I lick my lips as I gaze in wonder at the outline of his erection behind the thin fabric of a pair of gray nylon athletic shorts. He closes the door behind me and I spin in a slow circle, looking at the punching bag, weights and other workout equipment.
“You’ve been exercising?”
“More like trying to distract myself.”
“From what?” I tease, seeing the erection topped with a little wet spot on the front of his shorts.
“That maneater between your legs.” He comes over and runs his hands down the front of my robe, jerking it apart and exposing the sexy surprise underneath.
“Goddamn,” he groans as I give him a little shrug and spin, untying the robe and letting it drop down my shoulders.
“You like?” I lick my bottom lip, watching his jaw flex as I do a little prance around the room.
I’m shocked at how uninhibited I am. My hesitation outside the door has vanished and all I know is I’m already addicted to the look I see in his eyes. How powerful I feel being the one that can give it to him.
“Like doesn’t come close.” He reaches down and grabs his cock through his shorts. “I have something for you, too.”
“You do?” My heart is already pattering double-time as he walks over and picks up a black velvet box off the dresser and steps back, handing it to me.
“I’m not so great at gifts, just haven’t had much practice, but I wanted you to have this. I wanted you to know…you mean something to me, Maggie. Yesterday wasn’t just me getting myself off. Losing my fucking cherry. Anyway, I wanted you to know.”
I flip open the lid of the black box and my mouth falls open. Sitting inside is a beautiful gold bracelet, tiny delicate links all glinting bright, with two intertwined koi, each with a single small diamond for each of their eyes.
“Jacob…” I look at him, he’s biting his bottom lip, waiting. “How? I mean, you’ve been…away. How did you have the money? This is way too much… You did buy it, didn’t you?”
The last question is out before I can stop it and I’m sure he’s going to be pissed but he just pulls his lips together and nods.
“I bought it. Even have a receipt in case I have to take it back…”
“No! I love it, it’s perfect. It just seems like a lot…”
“It’s not close to what you deserve.”
He pulls it from the box and the gold metal is cool as he drapes it around my wrist and secures the clasp. “But you’ve been teasing me since that first night at dinner. You like to see what you do to me, don’t you?”
I nod and he sniffs, giving me a hard stare. “Well, you know what you’re going to get for teasing me?”
“I hope I know.”
“You’re going to get to apologize to me on your knees. Then, when I think you deserve it, I’m going to let you suck my cock. Another first for us, but I can fucking guarantee you, it’s not going to be our last.” He pauses as my stomach flips and there’s a buzzing in my ears. “Down. Knees. Now,” he orders, and I freeze, but a gush of wetness saturates my black panties.
His manner has changed, he’s calm, determined and in command. I’m not scared, I’m even more turned on than I was earlier today, as impossible as that feels.
He keeps his dark eyes on me as I lower myself to the floor, and he steps in front of me, dropping his shorts and kicking them to the side as I stare at the monster bobbing in front of my nose.
“You want that cock in your sweet mouth, don’t you? You’ve been thinking about it, haven’t you?”
I nod, reaching up and slipping my fingers around the thick shaft, the skin so silky and the flesh below like iron. Drops of pre-cum seep from the tip in a constant drip as he reaches down and puts his hand on top of mine.
“Like this. Slow strokes, let that cock know you worship it, you’ll take care of it, because it’s yours now.”
The shaft feels like it’s throbbing under my grip. It’s even bigger up close like this, the head almost purple as the skin strains, and I pump it up and down, listening to the guttural sounds he’s making when I do.
“Now my mouth?” I look up, giving him my best innocent stare, playing into the dirty fantasy that he’s teaching me how to please him. “I want to do a good job. I want to do it right…”
“That’s a good girl,” he answers and I almost come hearing him call me a good girl. I’d never thought of it before, but I want to hear those two words from him about a billion times for the rest of my life. “Lick my balls first. They need attention too.”
His slick pre-cum drips over my fingers as I hold onto the shaft, stroking up and down as I dart my tongue out and touch the unique texture of his balls. He groans, I can’t see him from this angle but I know it was a sound of pleasure.
“That’s it. Slide that tongue all over,” he orders, and I clench my pussy muscles. “That’s where all the cum is waiting for you. You take care of those balls and they’ll make as much as you want.”
Now it’s my turn to moan. He tastes amazing, the flesh moving under my tongue with a masculine scent that has me ready to spill over the edge and soak the floor without even a touch from him.
> “I know how good your pussy feels. I know your mouth is going to be just as good. Now, lick all the way up, slow. I want to feel it all. I want to remember it all.”
My pulse is racing as I drag my tongue upward, the skin soft and warm, the bulging veins pulsing as I reach the tip and get the first taste of the liquid, and it’s like a jolt of electricity. I want more. I want to feel him release into my mouth, swallow him down and know he’s given me that gift.
“Around the tip with that sassy tongue, then in your hot, greedy mouth.”
I do as he says. This time I’m able to look up and see when he lets his head fall back, eyes closing as a pained grunt sticks in his throat.
“Fuck yes.” He looks back down as I slip the head between my lips. “You want my cum, don’t you?”
I nod, taking the first few inches, my lips stretching as I suck, trying to get more of the beads of liquid onto my tongue.
“Greedy girl.” I run my hands down the backs of his thighs, feeling the hard muscles as he lowers a heavy hand onto the back of my head. “You’re even more beautiful with my cock stuffed down your throat, you know that?”
I can’t answer because my mouth is super full, but I surmise it’s a rhetorical question anyway. He grips my head, angling it an inch up as he presses forward and he’s at the back of my throat.
“Yes. That’s perfect.”
My insides are twisting, my clit is so desperate for him it hurts. In all my years of having natural sort of desires I guess you’d say, nothing comes close to what I feel for Jacob. I’m feral, frantic, and if he doesn’t fuck me after this, I’ll probably have some sort of embarrassing, begging, screaming toddler meltdown.
Which isn’t really fair because, sure, I want my own fun, but what I’m doing to him right now is pretty dang fun on its own.
He rocks his hips, pushing to my tonsils, holding then pulling out just as I’m gasping. It takes a few times but I get the hang of taking a breath around his girth when he pulls out, then figuring out how to hold my breath as he plunges forward.
Soon, I’m drooling and spitting and he’s going faster, deeper, and I gag and cough around him as he slows but doesn’t stop.
“Relax, I’m watching you. I can feel what you need too, baby. Trust me…”
I do what he says, relaxing my muscles and letting him read my signals, and it works. Before long, he’s hitting that gag spot and if I relax, he can push farther down, then as soon as I feel the reflex start, he pulls out.
I start using my tongue, looking up as he looks down, and there’s no words to describe what I see in his eyes. It’s lust and ownership and the overwhelming need to please him takes over.
I hum in my own pleasure as I suck, and he holds my head, using my face like his own personal glory hole.
“Take off your bra,” he grits out, driving his cock in and out of my mouth, and I drop my hands from where I’ve been clinging to the backs of his legs. I reach around and unhook the clasp, letting the black lace fall slowly down my arms as he watches. “So pretty. Your tits are even more beautiful with my cock in your mouth. Funny how that works.”
He’s getting blurry as my eyes water and I struggle for air as he goes faster, harder, but I’m enjoying myself more than I could have ever imagined.
“Your virgin mouth is no more. You know what your reward is for doing such a good job sucking that big dick?”
Another rhetorical question, because I’m using all my skills to suck and breathe and gag as my jaw aches but it’s so erotic and freeing being out of control like this. The tip of his dick is clogging my airway, drilling down deeper and deeper like he’s mining for gold, and I have to relax my throat and focus.
My ankles are bent under my ass and they are starting to go numb but I barely care. The head of his cock is growing and I can’t see anything as he hammers my tonsils, my tits bouncing with each thrust.
“Fuck, yes baby…you want my cum?” I do my best to gurgle out some form of affirmative, but I don’t think it matters. “Because you’re about to get filled with it.”
He pushes deep, I feel the pulsing on my bottom lip at the base of his cock, his balls against my drool-covered chin as the first spurt hits the back of my throat. All I can do is hang on, which I do. I wrap my arms around the backs of his legs and let the hot, sticky wonder fill my mouth, dripping out even as I try to swallow around the massive dick that’s lodged itself balls deep in my mouth.
I clench my inner muscles as each jet of cum pushes me closer to my own orgasm. Swallowing what he’s giving me like this is such a fucking turn on, I rock back and forth, trying to find some friction that will help me release the pulsing need between my legs.
Jacob’s legs quiver under my hands and he’s making grunting sounds of pleasure as I do my best to look up, and when I do I see those eyes with bliss and love and desire plastered all over his face.
The last of his release seeps out as he withdraws and I take one long, deep suck, milking another few drops from the tip before he pops out of my tight lips and I draw a gasping breath.
He drops to his knees in front of me, wiping the cum and drool from my chin, looking into my eyes.
“Such a perfect little slut for me. Only for me. Always for me.” I smile, a little giggle slipping out, and he cocks his head to the side. “It’s funny?”
I shrug, scrunching my nose for a second before answering. “I guess. It’s funny ‘cause it’s true. From virgin to cock-hungry slut in record time.”
“Good girl.”
“Just took the right cock to bring me to the dark side, I guess.”
“True, and you know what else?”
“What?”
“It just took the right pussy to bring me into the light. You’ve got a belly full of my cum, now it’s my turn.”
He reaches down as I yelp in surprise, gathering me off the floor then tossing me onto the white sheets of the mattress like I’m a rag doll. I’m mid-giggle as he tears my panties down my legs and pulls me to the edge of the bed, his warm breath on my inner thighs.
“Open wide, my little fountain. Your turn to fill me up.”
10
Jacob
Jesus, it was so fucking hard to leave her this morning. The last two days have been the best of my life.
Already, I want every second with her and it’s not just the sex, it’s her. She’s cracked open something inside of me. Feelings are fucking scary, but for her, I’ll figure out this new world. I just hope I don’t fuck it up.
I can talk to her, too. That’s something way fucking new but I never realized how fucking great just talking to someone could be. I want to tell her shit I’ve never told anyone and listen to everything she has to say, big or small.
I told her we may be virgins, but I want to do everything with her and I want her to tell me everything she wants to do because I want every fantasy she has to be fulfilled, by me. I just hope she can learn to trust me with all she has, because I’m going to try like hell to be the man she needs.
She curled next to me, the scent of her cum on my face through the night as I watched her sleep. Around five AM, I woke her because she wanted to get back down to her room before Oma came out. I told her I was ready to let the fucking world know about us, but she begged me again to just give it a bit more time, then she kissed me, spun around and sat on my face.
Girl knows how to get her way.
So, after a rushed breakfast, we both had to get out the door for work. Dan sent me on two collections before I could make it back to the actual construction site and get in some real-world framing experience from a few of the guys.
The collections have been okay. It’s not the rush it used to be. I’ve used my fists, but I’ve left all of them with their bones intact and before Maggie, I doubt that’s how things would have played out. Luckily, they magically found the money they owed, so it worked out for all involved.
It’s eight-thirty and I’m sitting here now in my attic room with a pair of binoculars
I borrowed from Oma, watching Maggie though the window at Anola’s across the street. They had a girl’s night planned for a couple weeks and as much as I wanted her all to myself, I didn’t want to break up her time with Anola and I’m pretty sure when a girl loses her virginity, she needs to talk to her friend. They’re settled in, watching something called The Mandalorian and eating pizza, so I decide to take a walk and try to get my perpetual hard-on under control.
Her scent is permanently seared into my memory. I can taste her even now, and if she was with me, I’d be primed and ready to fuck her again. Her poor pussy is torn up, and man it’s not fucking fair.
Losing her virginity was painful, physically. How is that right when for me, it was one blindingly brilliant perfect moment after another? Just bliss, the sort of pleasure I didn’t think existed, and now that I know it does, fuck, Maggie’s in for a lifetime of pent-up fuck-need, with her name tattooed all over it.
I never thought too much about the size of my dick; I’ve been around enough other guys in community showers to know for most men, it would be a source of some sort of alpha-male pride.
Me? I never cared until Maggie. I hurt her with my fucking monster dick taking her virginity, and it wasn’t that much better the second, third and fourth, but damn she’s a trooper. I tried to make up for it that first time, easing her pain afterwards with my mouth until she gave me another round of her special, soaking spray of cum.
It’s my new favorite cocktail.
I’m the luckiest fuck on earth right now and I can’t wait for my next Maggie shower. Which is why I need a distraction. Something to stop my mind fixating on my next moment with her. Adrenalin and testosterone are mixing inside of me like some sort of dangerous cocktail, and one way or another, I need to let loose.
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