Chapter 1
As far as I was concerned, it was settled. I was tired of being momma's" girl; tired of always feeling left out, like not one of the crowd. I was sick of hearing about the girl's experiences, and always been left out all my life.
There were seven short days until the end of the term, end of the school year, and the summer was going to be different-much different.
I had written to mother and dad informing them that I wasn't coming home; that they could count me out of their summer plans. I had no intention of going up to the woods for all the tea in China.
Oh, yes, this was going., to be my summer. I was going to cater to every single one of my whims-anything to do, I was going to. And, most of all, I was going to get myself a boyfriend-a male companion-to share everything with. I was going to find a boy I could like and give myself to ... completely. By the time school started, I would have plenty to talk about. I wouldn't be a virgin anymore. I'd be one of them.
I suppose my room mate at school had plenty of experience to help her come to a decision. She'd come bouncing in at night, looking like she had been floating on cloud nine and fill my head with all kinds of wonderful stories of her and Gil. We didn't really have too much to talk about since I had such a total lack of experience. But the feeling that she generated started inside my head that, throughout the school year, grew, and blossomed into a full scale desire.
I knew my parents wouldn't go along with the idea. That they wouldn't send the check that I had asked for to cover my share of rent on the apartment my roommate, Linda, and myself had rented for the summer, right here in Boston. But even that didn't bother me or scare me in the least. I'd already made arrangements to work in an office for the summer. I'd make more than enough money to support myself if they didn't come through. Everything was perfect. I had everything sewn up; nothing could go wrong ... at least, that's what I thought, then.
Moving was a real blast. Gil and a couple of friends toted our valises, cartons and shopping-bags from the dorm over to our apartment. It wasn't much, but at least, it was mine-or half mine. It was the first time in my life that I had ever done anything without my parents" consent and I loved it.
It was a small two and a half rooms. A basement apartment. But, to me, it was the most wonderful place in the world. And to make things more exciting, Gil was coming back to dinner that first night with a friend.
That first day was really hectic. After Gil and his buddies brought everything in, they took off to give us a little time to get settled. Linda and I raced around, putting things in drawers, rearranging the furniture, sticking up pennants on the walls and giving the place a general feeling of "home." I couldn't understand why Linda was so excited. She had done this every year since she started college, but I guess the feeling never really wears off.
Finally, everything was in its place and we stacked the boxes, shopping-bags and other containers outside and settled back for a couple of minutes to reflect.
"Hey," Linda said, sitting on the old fashioned sofa, "We don't have anything in the house for dinner."
"My dear!" I said, feeling panic race through my body. "What time is it?" I said, leaping from the sofa and running for the kitchen.
"They'll be here in a couple of hours. We'll have to hurry," I continued.
"Calm down," Linda said, casually.
"What do you mean, calm down? How can we have dinner if there's no tiling to cook?'
"You don't think that's what they're really interested in, do you?"
I didn't answer. I still wasn't comfortable about talking on the subject I'd never experienced before. I felt foolish ... like anything I might say, Linda would laugh at.
"Calm down," she smiled, patting the cushion next to her. "You have a lot to learn. By the time I'm finished with you, you'll be a different person."
"I hope so," I said, flatly, but sincerely.
"Take my word for it," she said.
"Well, what are we going to do?" I went on.
"We'll get some TV dinners, or something," she answered.
I chuckled at the notion of inviting someone to dinner and then serving frozen dinners. Beyond belief, mother would the if she knew I was eating one, no less serving it to company.
"Sounds great," I said, defying my own thoughts. "Let's get the greasy kind!" I chuckled, mostly to myself.
I couldn't believe that I was as relaxed as I was acting.
We had gotten the TV dinners and had them in the oven when the door bell rang.
Linda was in the bathroom applying the finishing touches to her makeup, and I felt the fear registering through my whole being. I looked into the mirror and checked my reflection. I made certain that every wisp of my blond hair sat perfectly. My makeup never looked better, and the outfit that Linda insisted I wear clung to my body like a second skin. There was no doubt about it, I looked good ... felt good.
With a confidence I never felt before, I ran to the door and opened it.
"Hi, Gil," I said, smiling broadly. And then my eye went quickly to his friend.
My heart did flips. I couldn't believe this guy was my date for the evening. He looked like some sort of Greek Adonis, with dark, curly hair that tumbled freely down over his forehead. His jaw-line was square, masculine. His skin was smooth, and the blue shirt he wore matched his eyes, perfectly.
"Well, are you going to invite us in?" Gil asked, jokingly.
"Oh, I'm sorry," I said, stepping back from the doorway, allowing them to enter.
Gil was nearly six feet, and his friend stood a good inch or so above him. He had a body that a football star would be proud to have.
"Bob ... this is Rosalie," Gill said, making the introductions.
"Hi," he said to me, smiling.
"Hello," I stammered, not knowing what else to say and wishing that Linda would hurry out. "Where's my girl?" Gill asked.
"In the bathroom," I said, unable to take my eyes off Bob.
"Excuse me a minute," he said, and turned away toward the John.
"Would you like to sit down?" I asked, for the lack of something to say.
"Sure," he answered, his smile constant.
He seemed relaxed and confident, but I guess he had every reason to. Girls must throw themselves at him and give him every tiling he wanted. And this girl wasn't going to be any different
"Like a beer, or something?" I went on, nervously, still standing in front of him.
"That would be nice,'" he said, taking a cigarette from his pack and offering me one.
"No, thanks," I said. "I don't ... "
Then, suddenly, something happened inside my head, and I wanted to. I wanted to shake all my old habits.
"Thanks," I said. I think I will." I took a smoke from his pack.
He held the match for me and I was afraid that I was going to start choking ... I dragged, lightly, on the cigarette and blew the smoke out immediately, without inhaling.
"You haven't been smoking long, have you?" "My first," I confided.
"Well, that is something," he said. "Why don't you sit down and I'll get us a couple of beers?"
"Oh, no," I went on, "You stay where you are and I'll get them." I was grateful for the chance to move about.
I took a little longer than was necessary, but as soon as I heard Linda and Gill moving down toward the living room, I let out a sigh of relief.
"You two want a beer?" I called.
"Natch!" Gil answered, on his-way by.
"Four beers coming up!" I said.
I set the four bottles and glasses on a tray and moved back into the living room with the cigarette dangling from my lips.
"Good God!" Linda yelped. "What's with you?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, hoping she wouldn't make a big deal out of it and embarrass me.
"The cigarette," she said. "Since when?"
"Right now," I answered, smiling back at her.
Linda smiled and winked. She understood, I felt certain.
The evening went slowly. Gil and Linda rambled on about books and things, while Bob and I made small talk. The situation was starting to ease. Everything had been cleared up from dinner and Gil and Linda had settled into a loving mood.
Bob and I were sitting on the sofa with his strong arm around my shoulder. I was struggling to keep our conversation going, struggling to keep my eyes off Gil's and Linda's bodies.
"How'd you like to go for a ride?" Bob asked. "It's a beautiful night and my car's right outside."
"I'd love to," I answered, truthfully.
The situation was starting to get tense, and I knew Gil and Linda would like to be alone. Quite frankly, I wanted to be alone with Bob, too. I wanted to make out with him; wanted to make love with him, but I didn't know how to get it across.
"Where would you like to go?" he asked, once we were in the car.
"I don't really care ... any place. I just felt a little dl at ease ... like we were intruding, in there."
"I know what you mean," Bob answered, reaching across the seat and tugging lightly on my arm. I knew what he meant and shifted my position, moving across the seat, closer to him.
"Come on ... all the way," he said, smiling at me.
It was what I warned to hear. I slid over the rest of the way and my body touched his. His strong arms went around my breasts. I felt desire like I had never known it, before. I wanted to give myself over to this man, completely. Tonight was the night that I was going to become a woman. Tonight I was going to give up my virginity.
It seemed almost natural when Bob asked if I wanted to go to his Fraternity house.
"Sure," I answered, trying to calm the feelings that I was having. Trying to concentrate on his hand which dangled just an inch, or so, above my breast I wanted to reach up and pull it down on me, to feel the strong manly fingers squeezing ... manipulating the flesh that was on fire.
"I feel like I've known you a long time," I blurted out, letting my head rest on his shoulder. "I'm glad."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I'm glad that you're so comfortable."
"I guess that's it," I said. "I feel more comfortable with you than with anyone I've ever been with."
He didn't answer and I was glad for the silence. Glad for the opportunity to explore my own feelings. I knew in my heart why I felt so at ease with Bob; knew that there was no conflict. I knew exactly what I was going to do. I had laid my own path and I knew, honestly, in my heart, that I was going tcgo dnough with it. There was no backing out, this time. I wanted him ... wanted him to possess me. Wanted him to turn me into a woman.
"How come so quiet?" he asked.
"I was just thinking."
"Private thoughts?'
"Yes," I answered.
Again, silence fell between us. I knew that he, too, was thinking his own thoughts. I wondered if any of them were tender ... loving ... or if all of them centered around the bulge in his pants. I wondered if he could think about anything else besides getting into me.
"I'm a virgin, you know!" The words were out before I could stop them. I was afraid that he might not want me; might not want to go through the bother, the aggravation of breaking me in.
He looked at me, his eyes registering surprise ... or maybe, shock. I couldn't really tell. But he didn't say anything. He only hall smiled and tightened his grip around my shoulders. I took it to mean he was happy.
To offset the fear that my telling him might have turned him off, might have ruined any ideas that he might have had, forced me into action. I had to make sure that he wanted me; had to make sure that I was going to get what I needed tonight. And so, I let my hand drop down onto his hard thigh and creep ... inch ... inward until it was only a fraction of an inch away from his groin. A hair's breadth distance between my fingertips and his cock. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to reach out and feel the soft, warm flesh between his legs. I wanted to pull his fly down; to kiss it, to make love to that part of him that would make me groan and squirm with pleasure iii a snort while.
I had to cling onto the seat and squeeze with all my might to prevent myself from letting my hand go that short distance. I tried not to stare at the spot; tried to keep my eyes from resting on it too long. But every time I turned away, I was drawn back to the spot as if I had no will.
I shuddered to myself as I saw the large heavy-looking bulge move, slightly. I knew that my hand was doing what it was supposed to. I knew that my fingers being so close to him was exciting him; turning his flesh hard, and that if I didn't move my hand, soon he'd have a full-scale hard-on.
In amazement, I watched myself as I let my hand creep ever so slowly, even closer, as I watched the bulge become larger and larger, right before my eyes. I could hardly believe what I saw. It was so very long, so very thick, and the thought of it penetrating my body scared me, tremendously.
I tried to pull my eyes away from it; tried to look at his handsome face, at his magnificent body, but over and over again, my eyes fell and stayed on his crotch.
I began licking my lips, instinctively, as I saw it hard
... swollen now; saw his prick jerking in his pants. I didn't know what to say ... what to do. The silence in the car was becoming almost impossible. I was sorry that I had started it; sorry that I was here with him. I just wanted to run, but, even I knew there'd be no running away from this, no matter how much I wanted to.
Bob took one hand off the steering wheel and reached out, taking mine in his. In one, swift, easy motion, he brought my palm and fingers over onto the length of his joint.
That was the first time I'd ever held a man's prick; the first time I'd ever touched it, even through material. I liked the feeling of it. It felt powerful and hard, like hard muscle. I thought of it being placed in my body; thought of us being joined by it as one person, with Bob was more than I could bear.
At last he pulled over to the curb and brought the car to a halt
"Here we are," he said. "How's that for parking?" he asked, pointing to a building next to the automobile.
"They knew you were coming," I answered, smiling, trying desperately for something witty to say.
I knew that my need for this man was more than just sex. I knew it was more than just having him bust my cherry. I liked him. I felt strange, mixed emotions about him. He was many things all wrapped up in a pretty package with a big ribbon tied around it. I could fall for him hook, line and sinker, instantly, on the spot, and I knew I wasn't putting any caution flags up. I knew that this was the first time in my whole life I was going to do what I felt, not what I thought I should do; not what others expected of me. I was going to start living my own life. I was going to worry about me.
For a moment, my thoughts started to stray to mother and dad. I wondered how they were taking the news. They hadn't written me; hadn't tried to get in touch with me in any way. They were probably furious, or else they thought this was a stage I was going through and I would come running home with my tail between my legs before the summer was out. But I had news for them. Their little girl was going to be very different the next time they saw her. Their little girl was going to be gone, and in her place was going to be a full-grown adult, a woman who knew what she wanted and did something about it.
The thoughts of my parents made me feel all that much more closer to Bob; made me feel like he was the only thing I had in the whole world. The only answer to my problems, and right now, the urgency I felt inside of me could only be calmed by him. He was my salvation at this point. It was all crazy and I was having feelings I never knew, before; feelings I didn't know exactly how to deal with. But-I wasn't going to try to suppress them. I was just going to be me. I didn't care. For the first time, I really didn't care that I wanted to get laid. I didn't try to hide it. I was almost happy that the whole entire evening centered around that enormous bulge in Bob's tight pants.
I was so involved with my own thoughts, I didn't even realize I had gotten out of the car and walked into the building and up the stairs to his apartment. He unlocked the door with his key and allowed me to enter first.
Usually, I would have immediately set about straightening things up. The whole apartment was in a general state of disorder; clothing tossed everywhere, cigarette butts overflowing from the ashtrays. Newspapers, books, strewn around.
It was a small apartment, with a kitchenette off the living room, and a bedroom alcove. I could see the large, double bed. The sheets were in a crumpled mess, and I chuckled, inwardly.
This was nothing like I expected it would be when the day finally came. I had always envisioned myself being in the bridal suite of some swank first-class hotel; a blushing bride in my pure white negligee and my prince charming offering me a glass of champagne. But this was better, because this was what I wanted.
I whirled on my heels and looked into Bob's eyes. He must have seen the urgency in my own, for he reached out to me and pulled me against his strong, hard flesh, patting my head, softly. He held me for a long moment, before pushing me back, slightly.
"You're really a beautiful girl, Rosalie."
I didn't answer him. I just looked down. And then, again, he was holding me to his body.
I felt his hand moving up; felt it lifting my chin, and I willingly gave way to the pressure and allowed my head to be tilted upward. My eyes were still closed, but I knew what was coming. I could feel his face getting lower, until at last, his lips closed over mine and I felt his tongue dart out, slowly, and touch my own lips. I parted my mouth slightly, and his tongue worked into my mouth. I felt it making lazy circles inside; felt it touching my own tongue and then moving backward toward my throat. My head whirled. It was magnificent. The rushed feeling raced through my body, and for a moment, I was afraid I was going to pass out.
I clung onto his strong shoulders for support and he misconstrued this for passion. His grip became tighter around my body and I felt my dress being crushed against his broad chest. I felt his hand beginning to move, slowly, sensuously, up and down my back. Finally, after hesitating several times, he allowed his fingers to move daringly low onto my ass.
I offered no resistance, and his hand became familiar with the soft flesh, there, was he squeezed gently and manipulated the skin of my buttocks through my dress.
He let out a low moan in his throat as his hand moved down even further, onto my sides, and he pulled that part of my body in against his own groin. I felt the pressure of his manhood pushing outward against me, and reflectively, started to pull away, catching myself just in time. I clung onto him even tighter.
"You're real good," he whispered into my ear.
"Make love to me." I sighed. "Make me yours. Possess me." The words came slipping out before I could stop them.
Bob didn't answer with words, but his actions more than told me he was going to do everything I wanted him to do.
He pulled back and took me by the hand and let me across the cluttered room toward the sleeping alcove. Gently he pushed me backward until I felt the mattress behind my knees and sat down, sinking deeply into the soft material.
Gently, he bent over and pulled my shoes from my feet. Then he moved up, closer, knelt at the side of the bed and pulled me to him. Our lips met and his clung to mine, once again. His tongue worked its way into my mouth as his hands reached behind me and began to undo the buttons. When at last he'd succeeded, he broke away and brought the material with him.
His breathing was heavy as his shaking fingers reached for the clasp of my bra. Expertly, he undid the hooks and brought the material over my shoulders and forward.
He gasped as my full, ripe breasts fell free of their confinement.
He looked into my eyes, his own narrowing. "Oh, baby," he moaned, and then dove for one of the milky ripe tits that was the object of his desire at this moment.
He kissed all around the first one and then moved to the second, leaving wet trails ... moist kisses ... all over my aching flesh.
Expertly he took my flesh into his hand and squeezed, gently pushing my tit upward, rubbing it against his chin as he sucked.
With his free hand, he began to massage the inside of my thigh, moving his thumb upward, setting my nerve endings on edge.
I didn't know how to respond to these new feelings, didn't know what to do to please him, and had to rely totally on instinct, since I was inexperienced in this field. Up until this time I had never allowed a boy to do more than kiss me, and perhaps brush my breasts through the material of my clothing.
I could tell he was excited ... real excited ... hot as hell. His breathing, his hands, his body, they were all stiff. I shivered with delight at the knowledge of this; relished the thought of him wanting me as much as I wanted him.
I knew that it had to be crazy, but I felt for a moment that I loved Bob more than I had ever loved anything or anybody in my whole life. It was totally insane, but it was the way I felt and there was nothing I could do about it.
I felt him pulling me upward, off the bed and onto my feet. Then I saw his smiling face, his sparkling eyes devouring me.
"Why don't we make ourselves comfortable?" he suggested, and then began unbuttoning his shirt.
I wasn't sure, exactly, what he meant; wasn't sure that I was supposed to remove the rest of my clothing now, or if I was supposed to wait and let him do it. I assumed that he wanted me to strip, judging from his actions, but I did it slowly. I didn't want to be nude, standing there in front of him fully clothed.
He never took his eyes off me as I began to strip. I moved as slowly as I could without being obviously shy. His fingers were moving more quickly at his shirt, now, and as the material parted and opened, exposing a muscular, athletic chest covered with dark, curly hair, I shivered again.
The shirt slipped from his body and his bulging biceps came into view. He had even more attractiveness than I had realized when he was dressed.
He seemed to feel my reluctance; to strip while he was still dressed, and his fingers worked more quickly at his own clothing. He was racing now, tearing at his belt buckle and zipper; stepping out of his pants and pulling off his shoes and socks as he went. Now he was standing there in nothing more than a pair of tight, white briefs that accented the dark complexion of his body. The outline of his cock was totally visible beneath the thin material. I could hardly believe my eyes. I had no idea that men could be as large as Bob. I began to shake outwardly, and he saw.
Quickly he moved in, putting his large arms around and holding me close to him. My head rested on the thick mat of hair on his chest, and I began to shake even more. It was a strange mixture of fear and desire.
His hand moved down over my body and steadily his fingers took hold of the material and started pulling it down, over my hips. As my underthings slid down my legs, Bob lowered his body until he was kneeling in front of me, his face only inches away. I knew he was looking, now ... inspecting my womanhood.
I stepped free of the material and felt his hand, his strong hands, separating my legs, forcing them apart
"Lemme see that beautiful snatch of yours!" he moaned.
I didn't answer; didn't know what to say. But then, suddenly I didn't have to worry. I gasped out loud; I felt the contact ... his contact ... his tongue, pressing into my cunt. The first man that had ever seen it, touched it! And now I was being licked, sucked on. I didn't know if my legs would hold me up. I felt weak in the knees and then suddenly, my whole body went stiff as he pushed his stiff tongue in between my pussy lips and made contact with my clitoris.
"Oh, Bob," I moaned. "My God! I've never felt like this!"
He pulled back slightly, and the contact was broken.
"Before tonight is over Rosalie, you're gonna experience a lot of things you've never done before."
"Promise you'll be gentle ... " I pleaded.
"Don't you worry. You'll love every minute of it, I promise you."
I didn't have a chance to answer him; didn't get to say another word before I felt his mouth clamp over my love hole again, felt his tongue moving snake-like; twisting, twirling, inside of me, and I wondered if that's what it was going to be like when he finally fucked me ... when he rammed that cock of his into me. all the way; wondered if the thickness of it would split me, rip my poor cunt in half.
I knew it would hurt. I knew and didn't care. I remembered hearing the girls talking about the pain, the unbelievable, terrible pain the first time. But as long as it was Bob, as long as he was holding me, I wouldn't mind, I knew.
I was thankful that he was pushing me back toward the bed now. I felt the mattress and sagged into it. Bob got to his feet and readjusted me into the middle of the bed and then came to lay between my spread legs.
"Lift up," he asked.
I arched my back without hesitation and lifted my rump off the bed. He slipped his two hands under me and took an ass cheek in each of them, squeezing and kneading the flesh there. He continued his work. His head darted down between my legs, again, and began sucking hotly on my pussy. His tongue moved in once again, and licked at the inside walls. I was nearly delirious. It felt as if his tongue had moved all the way in and was pressing against the wall of my womb. It felt as if someone had connected my clitoris to an electric wire and volts of electricity were running through me.
The feeling spread, quickly, like a forest fire, in every direction. Each time he'd withdrew his tongue only to insert it faster and further, waves of pleasure overtook me.
My own head was thrashing back and forth on the pillow. My teeth were clenched, but still, the moans ... the cries of ecstasy, escaped my lips and drove him to even higher speeds.
He pulled his hands from under me and let them move, slowly, up along my flat stomach onto my breasts. He took one in each hand and clutched them, held them, let them move through his fingers as his index finger of each hand rubbed at my tits.
His mouth suddenly left my cunt and he began to kiss his way up over my body; over my abdomen, along my belly, up between my breasts.
Then I was trapped; pinned to the mattress by his massive form. I felt his cock; hard, ready to puncture me, ready to plow into my innards, to slash my guts. But I felt his hard flesh, felt his body, solid, manly, his strong arms wrapped around me, protecting me from my own fears, protecting me from the world, from myself.
His hand moved down over my rib cage and stomach and onto my hip. Then further ... down and inward, I felt his hand inching slowly toward that spot. And then, after it seemed like hours, I felt his hand covering it; felt his finger separating the lips of my cunt and moving in. I felt him slipping in, further and further, felt him going in past the first knuckle and then the second. And then I felt the rest of his hand pressing against my pussy. I began to squirm beneath him; began to moan out and arch my back up and spread my legs, wide, in order to give him a more vulnerable target, make it easier for him to finger fuck my tight, pink pussy.
As I squirmed under him, he asked, "How's that feel?"
"Good ... real good," I moaned.
"Do you like it?'
"Yes, I love it," I answered, sincerely. "You're gonna love it even more, once I get my cock up there."
"Oh, I love it," I said, my head turning from side to side.
His finger was working more quickly now and his body began to pick up the tempo of his hand, and as he would insert his finger, he would press down onto my body.
"How's that?" he asked, obviously losing control.
"Good ... it's great," I stammered
"Want me to stop?'
"No! Don't ever stop? I pleaded. "Don't stop. Don't leave ine now."
"Don't worry, Rosalie. I won't stop. You and I are going all the way. Like that idea?'
"Yes," I murmured against his face.
He pulled his fingers out of my hole and held onto me tightly, for a moment. And then, I felt him lifting his weight off of me; felt him toying with my cunt, feeling it, as he knelt between my wide-spread legs.
"You ready?'
"Yes," I said, and tried desperately to relax.
I felt him positioning his big, bull prick between my outer lips and shuddered.
"Hang on," he moaned, and began to push inward, applying a steady pressure.
Before I knew what hit me his whole body weight was back on top of me. His hips were rached high in the air, ready for the attack, and he was applying the pressure harder ... faster.
Suddenly it hit my like a white hot poker ripping through my flesh. My body went stiff, I saw stars and the tears formed in my eyes.
"Stop! ... Please ... I can't bear it!"
"Hang on," he moaned. "Hang on."
"Stop it, Bob. Please!" I screamed, losing control of my own feelings.
"We can't. Not now, Rosalie. I can't stop."
"Please, Bob," I moaned, over and over. "Oh, my God. The pain is unbelievable. Stop...! Stop it!"
"Almost all the way in," he rasped in my ear, and then gave one final lunge that sent his cock-head soaring high into me, filling me completely with the long thickness of his rod.
My whole body rocked. I wanted to double up, to close my legs, protect myself. But his forceful, driving body prevented me from moving. I ached from head to toe and felt totally exhausted. I felt the blood dripping out of my cunt and felt panic begin to set in. I felt it racing wildly out of control.
"Stop it!" I screamed. "Gel off me. You have to! Now!" I begged, but lie was beyond hearing. He was too far gone. His cock was too deeply imbedded inio the soft wonders of my pussy virgin territory. He was lost to the world. His prick was trapped by the tightness of my inexperienced cunt.
"Oh, you're so good," he moaned. "You're such a fucking good lay. That cunt of yours is the best I've ever had!"
"Please," I moaned, hoping he would listen. "Please, Bob. I can't stand any more. Take it out. Let me rest."
"I'm gonna fuck ya. I'm gonna luck ya so good, so hard, you'll never forget it."
I knew that I couldn't blame him. I knew that I had led him on; knew that it was all my fault that I drove him, worked him up purposely to this pitch. I wanted him to take me, wanted him to possess mc, to fuck me, to take my cherry. And now that it was happening, I couldn't turn my back on him.
I lay there wondering ... moaning ... feeling that male stiffness working, prying, probing between my legs, forcing my insides apart, pushing anything in its way aside, crushing my whole groin area. My stomach, my legs, my whole body ached with fatigue and pain. I almost prayed to black out, to faint. I begged, quietly, for the Mercy of God, but nothing worked; nothing stopped the pain, until I heard his hoarse voice.
"Oh, baby, you're so good," he rasped. "I love it. I love that pussy! I love my cock in there! I love you."
I couldn't believe it; couldn't believe the words were coming from his mouth. I didn't think it possible that he could feel the same way I did, but I'd heard it and I had to believe it; had to have something, someone to cling to.
As if I had been fucking for him my whole life, the pain started to go away and I felt his rod moving in and out of my body; felt it inside of me, felt his prick as part of my own self. I began to lift my hips, arch my back up and spread my legs wider to give him more of what he needed, despite the pain. It was good ... wonderful. Emotionally I loved it, I loved to have his hard flesh, to possess it, to squeeze it with my cunt.
I dug my heels into the mattress and dragged them backward until my knees were in the air and began to rock my body, to catch his pace.
"I love it," I moaned. "Oh ... fuck me! Give me that beautiful cock! Fuck me silly!" I gasped through clenched teeth. "Give it to me hard. I want you to own me," I murmured. "I love you. I love you ... " I went on.
"Spread 'em, baby. Spread 'em wide and let me ram you. Let me show you what it's really like to be fucked!" He moaned and drove his cock in to the hilt, moaning with each stroke.
The old, rickety bed was complaining. It was moaning out beneath us, and it was the only evidence I had of real life; the only part of reality that I could cling to. I was, otherwise, far away, someplace I had never been to.
His body continued to pound at my flesh. He had changed his position and was suspended above me as if he were doing push-ups. I reached up and grabbed hold of his solid muscles and dug into the rock-hardness of his biceps, needing to feel the strength that he possessed, needing to know that he could overpower me, that he could do whatever he wanted to me whether or not I would allow it.
"Rape me!" I screamed. "Rape me!"
"You asked for it," he mumbled, and then began to fuck my cunt at an unbelievable speed. Completely, from tip to end he roared into me with the power of ten men. He continued to plunge into me. Our bellies slapped loudly I against each other. My body rocked each time he completed a stroke and then, without warning, it happened for me. I gasped ... felt my fingernails digging into his back and opened my legs as wide as I could.
"Now!" I screamed. "Do it to me, now. Fuck me Bob. Make me yours."
"Take it, baby, take it," is all that he kept moaning. "Take it. That hot load is waiting. Take it. Let me give i you part of me!" he gasped, collapsing on top of me, 'squeezing me dghdy, holding me against his body as he pumped, out of control.
Then suddenly, at the same moment, my own spasmodic i orgasm began. I felt him on top of me, stiff as a board, f felt his limbs stretched out; felt his cock pushed in as far as it would go and then, from the base of his prick to the tip, I felt it swelling, jerking, rearing back to shoot the first hot drops of cum into me. And then over and over it jerked and expanded, filling me, mingling with my own 'love juice and flowing out of my body.
The two of us lay there, convulsing, for what seemed like an eternity. I felt his prick, alive, inside of me; heard his words of love ... tenderness, as he spewed forth his juices of life. He clutched at my body and held me to him. We lay that way long after we were finished.
And then he slowly began to withdraw, lifting his hips upward, pulling his rod from my violated cunt, never releasing me with his arms. When he'd pulled back all the way, he lifted up a little higher and laid his prick on my matted pubic hairs and then relaxed again, lying on lop of inc.
It scented perfect There was no thing I would have changed. I loved ii; I wanted it. No matter what I had to do, I would get it from now on. I wanted Bob. I wanted him to love me, to care about me, the way Gil cared about Linda. Now that I'd found what I wanted, I couldn't let it go.
As the two of us drifted off lo sleep I held him tightly, locking my hands behind him so as to be sure he wouldn't go away from me in the night.