Dirty, Sexy, Taboo (9 page)

“I didn’t have a lot of free time in high school. Between football, wrestling and my chores at home, I was pretty busy. Didn’t leave a lot of time for anything else. Plus, the girls around here…they’re just not my type.”

Oh, this was too good. I’d never popped a guy’s cherry before. This night just kept getting better and better.

Suddenly, he appeared anxious as he said, “Is that okay? I mean…I’ll do my best to make you cum. I promise.”

“Oh yes you will. I’m not worried.” I grinned, popping up to nuzzle the spot near his hipbone, inhaling the scent that was unique to him. He smelled of soap and faintly of leather —
 
a deliciously manly scent that I’d never imagined could be so hot. “But,” I purred against his hard flesh. “I should warn you…I’m going to ruin you for other girls. This ain’t my first rodeo and I’ve got all sorts of tricks up my sleeve.”

“Let’s see what you got,” he murmured in excitement and I grinned up at him.

“Challenge accepted.” I was finished talking, I wanted cock. NOW. I grabbed his big boy and tugged him to me and slid my lips over the fleshy head atop the straining length of him. An audible groan fell from his mouth as I swirled my tongue over the tip, plunging into the tiny hole at the top.

“Oh Jesus,” he breathed, his hands finding the top of my head as if needing to hold on or else he might fall over. “God, what you’re doing…don’t stop!”

I smothered my grin and sucked harder, polishing his nob with plenty of saliva so that when I got my hand in there to work it, it would be nice and slippery. His balls jerked and I gently scratched the underside with the nails of my other hand for a contradiction in sensation. I’d learned that trick from an older dude I’d fucked my sophomore year. He’d taught me all sorts of things. He’d been my fencing coach at the private school I’d attended before leaving L.A. He’d been one kinky fuck that was for sure but he’d educated me in more ways than just fencing. The long, drawn out groan was my reward and I could tell Chase was digging what I was doing. His hips flexed in rhythmic motion as I continued to suck his cock as if it were my lifeline to heaven but when I realized his breathing was becoming shallow and his thrusts more erratic, I slowed my pace. I didn’t want him to cum just yet. Not that I didn’t like a nice, juicy load down my throat, but I wasn’t finished with him and I wasn’t about to take the chance that he’d be a one-and-done kind of guy until I’d had my fill of all that country boy’s luscious cock.

“Ohhhhmygoddd,” he gasped on a moan that thrilled me to my toes. The power was so intoxicating I almost couldn’t stop but I forced myself to pull away. I gazed at the beauty of his glistening cock, covered in my saliva as I rose to kiss him deeply. He opened his mouth to eagerly accept my tongue as it dueled with his. He may have been a virgin but he was an expert kisser. Before I knew it, he’d taken control, pushing my tongue with his, tasting and exploring until I was slick and wild for the feel of him inside me.

“Fuck me, country boy,” I demanded in a breathy moan as his lips traveled down my neck, nipping and sucking as he went. I shivered as he hit the sensitive spot where my shoulder met my neck.

“Not yet,” he said, surprising me. “I want to savor every minute of this.”

I grinned and lay back on the bed, stretching my arms above my head so that my tits rose like fat, juicy melons just waiting to be eaten. “By all means, savor away.”

He climbed my body, his stiff cock bobbing to press against my belly, as if trying to fuck my navel, and I wiggled against him, in spite of my words, impatient to feel that hot length inside me. God, I’d never been so hot for a guy before. He looked like a God towering above me, his blue eyes darkening with pure lust as he descended on my tits like a starving man. I gasped as he sucked a nipple into his hot mouth, drawing hard on the tip as if trying to get milk. I gasped at the sensation as each pull against my hard tips sent a shot of slippery excitement straight to my aching pussy. “Yesss,” I groaned, clutching his head to my chest. “That’s it, baby. God, that feels
sooo
good.”

He squeezed my other breast with his free hand and groaned against my nipple as he ground his cock against me, the friction doing nice things to us both. There was something erotic about dry humping that I’d never appreciated until this moment. The anticipation was killing me in the best way possible. “Your skin is so soft,” he murmured, licking the nipple slowly, drawing out the pleasure of his touch. I moaned in encouragement as he nipped at the tip, teasing me. “I could spend all day with your amazing tits. They’re so round and big with pretty pink nipples. God, you’re so fucking perfect!”

I smiled hazily, losing myself to the pleasure. I was supposed to be the one in control but this country boy was quickly taking the upper hand. He was a natural in the art of fucking.

He seemed reluctant to leave my tits but I knew his cock was probably about to split in two from the building pressure. “I want to taste your entire body,” he admitted in a pained groan. “But I can’t wait to fuck you, either. Tell me what you want, baby,” he begged.

“I want your face in my pussy, country boy,” I answered with a breathless moan. “Get that tongue in there and go to town!”

“Yes, ma’am,” he responded fervently as he slid down my body to center himself between my thighs. I didn’t expect a professional technique but that was the best thing about eating pussy; it was like pizza —
 
there was no such thing as a bad pizza. I expected a tentative, exploratory lick but no, my country boy didn’t do anything by halves. He buried his face between my folds and began sucking and slurping with the enthusiasm of a man who lived and died by his cunt-licking skills. He used his entire face, getting in there like a man possessed. My heart hammered in my chest as my breath caught in painful gasps as spikes of pleasure skewered my insides with each bold plunge of his tongue. His hands cupped my ass, drawing me tight to his mouth so that I was almost helpless to escape his single-minded focus toward getting me to cum. I was shocked as the first tingle of awareness tightened inside me. “Ohhh, Chase,” I cried, stiffening against the shooting star of sensation that traveled like a lightening rod straight to my hot zone. My thighs had begun to jiggle as the first spasm hit me and a throaty moan erupted from my mouth as I came hard against his wiggling tongue. “Yes! God, yes! Holy shit!
OhMyJesusYes!
”

I weakly tugged at Chase’s head to get him to stop and he rocked back on his heels with a satisfied grin on his pussy-soaked face. I gave him a brief thumbs up and then let my hand flop to the bed, still rocking against the pleasure only now fading as the orgasm receded. “Damn…you can’t tell me that was your first time eating pussy,” I said in disbelief once I could catch my breath.

“I’ve had a lot of time to think about it. I perfected my technique in my imagination,” he admitted, coming to lie beside me, his head propped up on his elbow. Chase’s cock bobbed between us and I could tell he desperately wanted to fuck me but he was trying to be a gentleman about it. It was so damn sweet I could cry. Chase’s mama had raised him right, but I doubted she’d appreciate the compliment coming from my angle. I glanced at his straining cock with a coy grin as I gripped it in my palm. “One good turn deserves another…how do you want to do it?” I asked, sliding my palm up and down his shaft, enjoying how his eyes fluttered shut and his breathing quickened at my touch. He groaned and thrust toward me. “So eager…c’mon, you can tell me…what do you want to do to me, country boy?”

“Bend you over,” he gasped. “I want to fuck you from behind so bad I can barely see straight. I want to see my cock sliding into your pussy with your ass in the air!”

“You got it,” I said, giggling. Doggy-style was one of my tried-and-true. This position was always a good way to cum for me. I rolled to my hands and knees and presented myself to him, arching my back and wiggling my ass just a little as if to say, come and get it! and Chase got the message loud and clear. Suddenly, he was behind me, his cock pressing against my hot wetness and I couldn’t help the groan as the anticipation of all that cock inside me built to a fever pitch. “Do it, baby,” I urged. “I like it deep and rough so go for it!”

His hands gripped my ass cheeks and plunged inside me. His cock slid deep inside my folds until he was buried to the hilt and almost banging my cervix. He was big and thick, just the way I liked it and my body was stretching to accommodate his length and girth. I groaned, my tits rubbing against the comforter as he began a slow thrust against me. His guttural groan thrilled me to my toes as he seemed to lose control quickly.

“Fuck me hard, baby,” I urged breathlessly as Chase’s cock rubbed against a deliciously naughty spot unerringly. He rammed into me, my ass cheeks slapping against his thighs as he came in for another bone-jarring thrust. It felt so good I couldn’t breathe. I moaned without realizing it until the sound reached my ears. The sound of our fucking got louder as his moans joined mine and soon we sounded like animals in the barn, fucking like primates. It was wild and dirty, primal and raw. I’d never been so thoroughly fucked, though I’d had my share of cocks in the past. It was as if his cock was perfectly suited for my pussy and I was mindless with the pleasure it created in my body.

“Fuck! So amazing! Soooo fucking good!” he cried, owning my body with every push. He lifted me higher and banged his cock into me so hard I thought my fillings might pop out but it felt so good I didn’t care. It was all I could do to take every thrust. His balls slapped against my ass and my fingers dug into the homemade comforter that likely was made by his mother or grandmother and it gave me a sick thrill to know we were fucking on it. “I want to fuck this pussy every day, baby!”

Suddenly, he withdrew long enough to flip me onto my back. The shock of it momentarily threw off my rhythm but I didn’t have time to bemoan the loss of what I thought was going to be another mind-bending orgasm for he’d thrown my legs over his shoulders and pushed his cock inside me again, only this time I was bent in two around him. His face, close enough to feel the warmth of his labored breath, was transformed by his intense expression as he watched his cock slide back into my pussy. Gone was the shy, inexperienced country boy who’d never fucked a girl, and in his place, was a man with years of pent up frustration and sexual need who’d suddenly been freed and he wasn’t going to waste a minute of his freedom.

“Do you like that?” he asked tightly, deliberately slowing his thrusts to tease me. I clutched at his back, urging him to fuck me harder but he only chuckled low and continued to tease me with the leisurely pace he’d assumed. “Tell me how much you like my cock,” he instructed me and I shivered at this unexpected side of him.

“I love your cock,” I answered, trying to entice him into going deeper, harder. “I love the way you fuck, country boy. Do it to me, hard!”

“You mean, like this,” and then he rammed his dick inside me so that I cried out and nearly babbled from the spike of pleasure that followed by nailing my G-spot.

“Yessss! Yesss, Chase! Fuck me harder, just like that!”

“Tell me I can fuck you whenever I want,” he demanded in a silky tone that thrilled me. “Tell me that if I wanted to bend you over a bale of hay in the barn, you’d drop your shorts or lift your skirt in a heartbeat because you love my cock so much.”

I squeezed my eyes shut and nodded, the words sticking in my throat as an unexpected shock of pleasure rippled through me.

“Say it,” he ordered in a sweet tone that sent shivers down my spine.

“Yes, Chase! I’ll fuck you whenever you want! It’s your pussy, baby! Now fuck me, please!” I was begging, damn it! Begging! I’d never begged in my life —
 
it was the other way around with my bed partners but Chase had turned the tables on me somehow and he was in control.

He chuckled with satisfaction and proceeded to fuck me harder than before, banging my wet pussy until I was nearly sobbing from the pleasure zooming through my body like a runaway train. I’d never been so out of control and if I’d been in my right mind I would’ve wondered at the craziness of it but as it was I was simply a pleasure machine, helpless to do anything but receive the mind-blowing sensations that were turning me into a quivering mass of rioting nerve endings. And then it hit me like a tsunami of fucking awesomeness —
 
an orgasm worthy of framing, if possible —
 
and I was lost for a moment as I blacked out from the complete spasm of every muscle in my body. From a far off place, I heard Chase cry out as he came, jetting his load deep inside me, filling me like a creampie with his juicy sweetness.

He rolled off me, and my legs fell to the side in a tangle of limbs. I was too stunned to speak, still milking every sensation as it rolled through me. My head lolled to the side to regard Chase. He wasn’t much better off than me. His muscled chest heaved from the exertion and sweat gave his skin a golden sheen. He was the sexiest piece of ass I’d ever shagged and the fact that I was his first…well, it did something inside me that I didn’t know how to handle.

I didn’t know how to tell him that what we’d experienced wasn’t the usual fuck-you-very-much banging. I didn’t know how to put into words what we’d just done. Or specifically, what he’d managed to accomplish with my body.

Either he was a sex genius or he’d been lying through his teeth about being inexperienced. Honestly, I’m not sure it mattered to me which explanation was true.

He rolled over to me and gently plucked at my nipple. I jerked and gasped, then turned to him slowly, regarding him with curiosity. “I have to be honest…that was fucking amazing,” I admitted.