Chapter 2
I could sense it was late by the stillness of the night. When we had first come into the apartment, there were sheet noises below, and the open window in Bob's window would allow any sound coining from the street plainly by us.
The beacon of light flooding in from the street lamp filled the room with a soft glow, giving off enough light for me to see clearly, Bob's naked form on the bed next to me.
My eyes traveled down over his brawny, hairy chest, to that part of him that made a man. And then, for the first lime, I was aware of the stains on the sheet-my stains-my blood. The awareness that I was no longer a virgin rushed at me, filling my head.
Suddenly, I was frightened. I found my hands beginning to shake. But Bob's beautiful body ... his beautiful face lying there .so peacefully, seemed to calm my fears.
He was lying flat on his back. His cock laid limp, leaning toward his thigh. It looked hardless. It was hard to believe that it was the same flesh that was so hard, so large, hours ago. The same cock that broke me and made such animals out of myself and my lover.
I reached out and let my hand rest gently on Bob's chest, letting my fingers roll through the thickness of the hair there.
Almost reluctantly, I let my hand slip down over his flat, washboard stomach and then lower, until my fingers wrapped themselves around his manhood. Suddenly, overcome by passion ... desire, and the strange feeling of love for this man, I bent my head, ever so slowly, until I had taken his soft flesh into my mouth completely. Bob stirred, slightly, spreading his legs wider apart and moaned in his sleep.
I changed my position on the bed and came to lay between his open legs, and let my hands rest gently on his thick thighs as I laid my head on his lower stomach. I began to suck on him like a baby sucking its mother's tit. His flesh began to swell inside of my mouth and I felt his muscle becoming rigid. I felt his legs stiffen and his stomach tense.
"Oh, baby," he moaned out, "That's one helluva way to wake up."
I pulled back, completely, off his cock.
"Complaining?" I asked, jokingly.
"Never," he said, reaching out and taking my head in both his hands, guiding it back down onto his already stiffening prick.
I resisted the pressure on my skull and Bob got the message that I wanted to go at my own pace; wanted to do it my way. And so, he released my head and let his hands rest at his sides. I lowered my head again, until I was close enough for my tongue to flick out and lick at the tip of his prick. I let it run down the entire length of his rod and began to nibble on his balls, sucking one and then the other, in turn.
My need became stronger. I was being overcome by my own passion, and tried to get both of his testacies into my mouth. Hut it was almost impossible. He had a large sac that went with a large cock. I tried sucking both his balls into my mouth, but each time I tried to take the second one in, the first one slipped out.
Bob was starting to moan, louder, and beginning to squirm on the bed, now. His cock and balls were covered with my saliva. I reached up my hand and began sliding it over the entire length of his prick as I licked and kissed at the huge head.
"How's it feel?" I asked, squeezing a little harder on his flesh.
"Great ... just great!" He moaned.
His cock was rock-hard in my hand, and I began to go down on it again. I began sucking my way toward his lap, living to take as much of his manhood in as possible.
I got about halfway before I started to gag ... to choke. But the taste was too delicious. The idea of sucking him oil filled my head to the point that I didn't care if I choked to death in the attempt.
I girded up all my courage and strength and sunk lower onto his meat. My air supply was cut off and I started to choke, but still I dove further. I had about three quarters of his dick and was heading for a touch down.
The warmth ... the moistness, the contact from my lip: was driving him wild. With a sudden spurt of energy, he lifted his hips upward, off the mattress. At the same time he grabbed hold of my head.
His dick slid in the rest of the way, and I felt pubic hair against my lips ... felt my air supply cut off, totally.
My throat felt raw, as if someone had scraped his finger along it, but at the same time, I loved it.
I pushed on his hips and tried to pull my head back, but he held it as he pumped, slightly, in and out. I felt myself panicking. I couldn't breathe and my air was running out. Desperately I began to wiggle ... to squirm.
At the same time, although I didn't know it, I was increasing his pleasure. But he was too far gone to realize what was happening.
I pushed, crazily, on his stomach, but still his strong hands, his brute strength, held me as he continued to pump into me. I was frightened. Afraid I would suffocate if I didn't get air soon. My lungs felt as if they were going to burst any second, and the tears started rolling down my cheeks as I fought him.
Suddenly I burst free, nearly hysterical. I began to sob, crying like a baby.
"What's the matter?" Bob asked, sitting up in the bed and cradling me in his arms, pulling our two bodies back down on the mattress. He held me close to him and patted my head.
"What's wrong?" he asked, again. "Tell me, baby. What's the matter?'
"I couldn't breathe," I managed.
"I'm sorry," he said, "I'm really sorry. You just got me so damned excited I couldn't control myself."
"I know ... It's not your fault. I just got scared."
"You don't have to be scared. Not with me. I wouldn't let anybody or anything hurt you."
I His words acted as a tranquilizer. Instantly, I felt , better. Instantly, I wanted to go on to please him.
"Ob, Bob," I groaned, "I want you ... I want you so much you can't know how badly," I rambled on.
He looked away from me. I didn't expect it. I thought he would enjoy hearing these words; enjoy knowing how I felt. But, instead, he seemed to be embarrassed. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing, baby," he answered, still looking in the other direction; his eyes downcast.
Before I had a chance to question him any further, before I knew what was happening, his arms were wrapping around me again and his lips were searching for mine. As soon as contact was made, I felt my body melting into his own; felt desire filtering its way through my body, through my nervous system, my being. My head was full of only one thought, now. There was no room for anything else.
My flesh responded to him, immediately, as his hands massaged and gently pinched and squeezed my tits. They immediately stiffened. My nipples were hard, like a piece of steel. I shifted my body on the bed as I felt his hand moving downward, over my belly, toward my cunt. When he was inches away, I shivered in anticipation of his expert touch, knowing the thrills that would be mine.
At last his fingers closed over my pussy, and I had to bite hard on my lips to prevent, myself from screaming out, from clawing at his flesh, begging him to eat me, to fuck me, to do anything ... anything that he wanted. I needed the physical contact; needed it badly, and I needed it from him because he was available to me.
Unvoluntarily, my body began to take over, to twist and turn on the bed. I was lifting my hips off the mattress and began grinding my box into his fingers. Slowly ... agonizingly, his fingers inched inward, until at last, they massaged my clitoris, sending sensations skyrocketing from my cunt through my stomach to my tits and to my brain.
"Oh, Bob," I moaned. "Do it ... do it to me."
He twisted his own body around now, so that his prick was inches away from my face. I reached out and touched it, caressed it, gently, with my fingers. My hand closed around his hard flesh and he moaned out. At the same moment his head dove between my legs and began sucking, sliding, licking at my cunt.
He pulled back as my contact with his cock became tighter, harder, and I began to pull on his flesh.
"Go ahead, baby ... Suck on it. Make love to it," he nearly gasped.
"I want to," I said. "I wanna suck it!"
"That's the girl," he moaned. "Go ahead. Go down on it," he went on. At the same moment, his hand reached for my head, guiding it toward that huge prick.
Once again my head was sinking further into his lap. My mouth was being filled with his cock. I felt my teeth scraping gently on his meat in my mouth as he pushed it in further. I was losing control again, and suddenly, my body stiffened as I remembered his bull cock forcing its way down my throat, cutting off my air, making me gag and choke. But, almost as if he had a sixth sense, he didn't move his body at all. He lay passive, except for his own head, his own tongue, which was sucking wildly on my cunt. The rest of his body was still. His hand, instead of grabbing and clutching at my head, forcing me further onto his prick, was stroking me ... petting me. He was allowing me to go at my own pace, to take as much of him as I comfortably could.
His cock was jerking inside of my mouth and I knew that he was hot. I could tell from his own tongue darting faster and faster, in and out of my hole.
"Do it, sweetheart. Suck me good. Eat that cock," he whispered, against my crotch.
. His words worked like magic and I increased my speed, making sure to lick his whole prick as I moved, making sure to swirl my tongue over the sensitive tip.
"That's it," he moaned into my cunt. "Get it hot; real hard. Gel me hot as hell. Then I'll luck you ... fuck you good ... hot and hard. Would you like that?" he asked, obviously starting to lose control.
Without taking his joint from my mouth, I answered him. "Yes ... I want you ... want you to do it to me."
"Do what?" he demanded.
"You know what I mean," I said.
"Tell me ... say it," he went on.
I could tell his own words were exciting him. His prick seemed to grow in my mouth.
I dove deeper onto his swollen, stiff prick, as d for courage, and then, suddenly, I pulled it from my mouth.
"I want you to fuck me! I want you to stick this big cock between my legs!" I nearly screamed.
"What else do you want me to do?" he asked, pulling his head from my pussy and inserting both index lingers where his tongue bad been.
"I want you to give it to me good! I want only to have you fuck me like you've never fucked anybody before," I rambled on.
I could tell he was getting hot, real excited. His cock was stiff as a board, and his body started to squirm ... to move around on the bed. Strong hands caressed my body, squeezing me in all the right places. His breathing had changed. He was nearly indistinguishable as the same person. His words were short; broken by excitement. His voice was hoarse, clouded over with passion.
Suddenly, without warning, he swung around on the bed until he was facing me. He pulled me close to his body and his lips crashed down onto mine and his tongue found its way into my mouth. It slid back into his own, and I inserted my tongue between his lips and he began sucking on it, pulling it from my mouth, deep into his own throat His hands seemed to be working, brutally, on my back and buttocks, squeezing my middle in tight, against his own body. I felt his cock, like a rock, pushing into me. I felt it rubbing against that area that wanted it so badly.
"Now! Now," I screamed. "Do it to me! Please!" I begged.
Without another word, Bob moved his body onto mine and positioned himself above me. I reached down and grabbed hold of his cock and directed it toward that well of desire that needed to be worked on; that needed to have what Bob had between his legs. I wanted him up tight, into me.
He sunk it all the way ... completely, until his pubic hairs were rubbing against mine, until I felt the sac containing his balls rubbing gently against my asshole. I felt his cock sliding in, all the way. I felt no pain; only excitement, as I envisioned his cock-head plowing my canal apart, stretching me so as to accommodate his largeness.
At last, when he'd finished his plunge, he let his body relax onto mine. His arms surrounded me and held me tight I felt his body-hard, masculine, protective, on top of my own.
I felt safe.
I felt happy.
I felt love.
I wondered if it would be possible for a man to act this way; to be so intense, to enjoy himself so much, if he didn't have any feelings for the girl he was with. I realized I was inexperienced, but there must be some sort of feeling, to be able to have this kind of a time in bed; to have an emotional pleasure as well as a sexual one.
I felt him picking up speed; felt that stiff thing all the way up in me and felt it beginning to move. I could feel its actual course; I could feel it moving downward, and then, plunging up, high, into me. He was taking short strokes, now. Perhaps an inch or two at a time. But as he increased the speed, he increased the length of his strokes. Maybe three or four inches, now. And then, faster; and then, five or six inches. And then, at last, I felt the whole thing sliding out to the tip. I felt all of him; the whole tremendous cock-eight, maybe nine inches of solid man-and all of it inside of me.
"I love it. I love your cock!" I moaned.
"Tell me," he said, his voice demanding rather than tender.
"I love it."
"What do you love?'
"I love to have you fuck me like this."
"You sure?'
"Yes," I moaned, against the side of his neck ...
"You want me to go faster?'
"Yes," I managed. "Do it faster!"
"You're some piece!"
"Only with you," I moaned.
"What do you mean?'
"You're great. You're just wonderful!"
"This is what I always dreamed about ... being with somebody like you the first time."
He didn't answer me. His pace quickened. He began pounding at me, driving his prick in and out of my cunt like a wild man. Suddenly it wasn't good any more. Suddenly it started to hurt, as he slammed down into me forcing every last fraction of his solid hard cock into my tender pussy.
"Slow down," I moaned.
He didn't answer. He only pounded harder. His hands moved down under my body and grabbed hold of my ass cheeks and held them tight. His fingernails were digging into my tender flesh, there. Then he lowered his hands even more and grabbed hold of the back of my thighs.
"It hurts," I moaned out.
Still no answer. I knew he was enjoying it, and that's all that really mattered, I decided. It didn't hurt nearly as much as before, and I wanted to give him a good time. I wanted him to want me; wanted him to come back for more.
I began to grind my own cunt at him, meeting every one of his savage, barbaric thrusts. I even managed to lift my hips by arching my back, making my pussy more vulnerable to his craving.
It wasn't necessary for him to pull me into him, any longer, and so his hands were free ... free to move up to my tits, to hold them, to feel them, to kiss them, suck on them. I continued to grind out my passion, to grind out all the hostilities of love, all the hatred, the fear, that I had inside of me. I was releasing my own tensions, and in that respect it was the best time I had ever had in my entire life.
I enjoyed watching his face, contorted with passion, watching the expressions change as he rammed in and out of me, as he squeezed on my tits, as he felt his balls rubbing against me, felt my legs rubbing against his own hard, hairy ones.
"Is it good?" I asked.
"The best," he moaned. "You're the best piece of ass I've ever had."
I was pleased ... tremendously happy that he felt this way. And I tried even harder to please him. I opened my legs wide, bringing my heels up almost level with my hips and lifted myself high into the air.
"That's good," he moanded. "That's real good. I can get all the way into that tight cunt of yours."
I tried to answer, but the words wouldn't come any longer. His pounding inside of me was getting to me and my own head started to thrash back and forth on the pillow.
"Oh, delicious ... beautiful ... pink ... pussy," he moaned.
"Delicious ... cherry cunt, so tight ... so fuckable," he groaned, nearly whimpering.
Suddenly I felt a burst of something wild happening inside of me. I felt it racing against from my cunt through my belly to my tits, to my head, and then-downward, again. Up and down, it raced, and I was hysterical. Hysterical with pleasure and passion. "I love it," I moaned. "I love you," I screamed, nearly at the top of my lungs.
He didn't answer. Instead, he continued fucking me harder ... faster than ever. His fingers dug into the sensitive skin of my nipples, tearing at the flesh. His breath was coming in short gasps, and my own pace nearly matched his. I couldn't think ... It was impossible to do anything but lay there and be fucked, to feel his cock, to feel his body pumping on my own, to feel his hard muscle pushing against my body. Suddenly, without warning, my body stiffened, unbelievably hard, and I grabbed on to his shoulders, to his biceps and squeezed again, for dear life.
"Now!" I screamed. "Now! Oh, my God, Bob. Now!"
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" he moaned. "Give me that cunt! Lift that hole up to me!"
"Fuck me!" I echoed. "Fuck me until I scream!"
"Take it," he whimpered. "Take it. Take that load!"
And then suddenly, as if he had exploded, his body went wild with convulsions. His moan filled the room. Over and over, he cried out. And then my own orgasm happened. I completely lost control of my body and I began to shake and quiver beneath him, trying to steady myself for support. I was holding on to him, trying to steady myself, but it was impossible. My legs jerked, spasmodically. My pussy seemed to freeze in mid-air as he continued to shoot his cum into me. Over and over I continued to get laid. Over and over, I continued to get that meat, hot and hard, as my own juice drained from my own cunt and saturated his prick. My own legs and cunt were already dripping onto the already stained sheets.
Slowly ... very slowly, the two of us lay back on the mattress. Him, still inside of me, lying close to me, passive now. Neither one of us spoke. Neither one of us could. We tried to get back our breath, badly; tried to let reality set in again. I tried to concentrate, tried to organize my thoughts, but nothing would happen.
"That was good."
"Yes," I moaned. "It was. It really was delicious."" I said, feeling slightly embarrassed from my display of passion.
Bob groaned out as he pulled out his limp pecker from my tight hole, and came to lay on his back, next to me, extending his arm and wrapping it around my shoulder, pulling me close to his hot body.
"How're you doing?" he asked, almost casually.
"Fine," I said. "What about you?'
"I'm great," he said. "I could go for a cigarette now. How about you?"
"Sounds like a good idea," I said, and laid there, in the dark as he lit two and handed one to me.
"Bob," I started.
"Yeah?'
"I know we just met tonight, and all of that, but I feel like I've known you for so long ... like all of my life."
"It happens like that sometimes."
"Well, ... do you know what I mean?" I asked, hoping that he would answer positively. Hoping that he would say he felt the same way.
"I suppose I understand what you mean, but it's difficult for me. I'm not like that."
I felt my heart sink, immediately. I felt my whole mood change.
"What do you mean?'
"Just that I have to get to know a person really well, before I feel like I know them."
"You mean, you feel like we're strangers?'
"After what we've just done, we're certainly not strangers," he laughed.
"Then, I don't understand."
"I just don't want to lead you on, Rosalie," he started.
I felt my insides twisting. I felt nauseous-sick. I was sure the line was coming.
"I mean, I like you. You're really groovy in bed, but besides that, I don't know very much about you."
"What's to know?'
"There's plenty to know."
"I see," I said, feeling slightly resentful, feeling like the only thing he wanted from me was a good lay.
"But, I don't mind telling you," he went on, "I want to see you again. I want to find out all about you."
For a moment, I felt a slight twinge of hope, but it quickly passed. I was sure he was only trying to make me feel better. But, right now, I was in no position to turn anyone down. I'd lay for him as much as he wanted me to and hope that in the interim, he would gain some real feelings for me. I'd do whatever he wanted me to because I had to. I needed someone to love me.