She was shivering in delight, making undignified slutty noises when our hips finally touched. Eight-and-a-half inches of meat in her ass, and all she could do was moan as I took her virginity. I started off slow, savoring the tightness of her body as I ran my full length through her clenching ring over and over again. She held onto my crown with a death grip, which suited me just fine.
An invasive thought snuck up on me. I’d wanted to fuck his ass ever since the bar. Was I gay? No. No, fuck that. I’d had plenty of anal with tons of girls before. It was why I knew so much about it, why I could take care of him — her — him so well during his first time. Her. God damn it, my brain couldn’t handle all this.
I slammed into her and she cried out. Clamping a hand over her mouth, I began savagely pounding into her. She could do nothing but hold onto the bed for dear life. She was screaming now, tears streaming out of her eyes, but she was still slamming her ass back onto me. Suddenly she began spasming, her hips bucking erratically. I looked down to see that she had shot a pathetic spurt of cum out the hole of her chastity cage, and I stopped thrusting to give her a moment to recover.
“You okay, baby?” I panted, moving my hand so she could speak.
She looked dazed, eyes unfocused and head lolling around as she lay collapsed on the bed. Finally, she breathed, “Keep fucking me.”
She was petite enough for me to pick up and move us onto the bed proper, still impaling her on my shaft. I slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders, pulling down the neckline until I had access to her pearly pink nipples. Pinching one in a massage, I started pumping up into her again as I held her against me in sinner position. She groaned, her eyes crossing as she took my entire length once more.
I’d tasted dozens of girls in school, spanning the full range of true-blue virgins to certified sluts. I’d corrupted pure-hearted bookworms and become the exclusive master of sex-crazed fiends. Yet they all paled in comparison to Zoey. She made me feel like I was about to cum like I’d never cum before. I sucked on a spot on her neck right under her ear, intent on marking her as mine. She cooed sensually, and I was done.
Torrents of cum filled the condom inside her, making it balloon out of control as I gave her my last few thrusts. Spasms racked her body again, but this time nothing leaked out of her cage as she came on my cock for the second time. She was clenching me so hard, it felt like she would squeeze my manhood off, and it just made me cum more.
As we lay there recovering, I was struck with panic. I’d just fucked a guy. The blowjob had been borderline, but this was undeniably gay. As I moved to shove him off of me, Zach leaned his head back to look at me.
“Keith… I love you…” whispered Zoey.
The L Bomb, huh? I didn’t know what to do. My emotions were still in utter turmoil. Out of all the girls who’d said it to me, I’d never said it back. And I was supposed to reply in kind at a moment like this? I couldn’t do it.
What I did do was lean down and kiss her, and she let out a sigh of content before drifting off to sleep on my chest. I was still lodged inside her, and I reasoned… that cleanup could wait until morning, along with all my turbulent thoughts.
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