“I mean, if you want to, but let’s take care of you first,” I said, continuing to grind my cock into her clit and pussy.
“Oh my God it feels so good, I didn’t know it’d feel so good to fuck,” she moaned.
Laughing slightly, I bit my lip and looked her in the eye.
“What?” she asked.
“I haven’t even fucked you yet,” I answered, laughing harder.
“I know, but we haven’t even started, and I’m gonna cum twice,” she said, throwing her head back into her pillow.
Continuing to hump her without any penetration, she wrapped her good leg around me, beginning to meet my thrusts.
“That’s it, Alexa. Cum for me, babe. Cum for Rob,” I encouraged her.
“Oh fuck,” she cried out again a few moments later, biting her lips and squeezing the back of my neck with the crook of her arm.
Pumping my cock faster along her pussy, she started to convulse a little, her orgasm overtaking her.
I gently kissed her lips and neck as she worked down from her second orgasm.
“Rob?” she asked, out of breath.
“Ya, “Lexa?” I said, looking up into her eyes.
“I’m ready,” she answered.
“It’s going to hurt… probably a lot,” I told her.
“I lost my hymen to a carrot years ago, don’t worry,” she tried to reassure me.
“Have you used anything bigger than a carrot?”
“No,” she responded. “I just frig my clit to get off.”
“It’s definitely still going to hurt, then,” I told her again, looking for any sign of uncertainty.
“Ok.”
“Ok?” I asked.
“Fuck me, Rob. Fuck me,” she pleaded.
“Don’t move. Let me know if you want me stop.”
Her pussy was sopping wet, actually dripping a small amount of liquid, as I grabbed my throbbing cock and placed the head between her lips, pushing gently.
“Unnnh,” she moaned.
“Are you ok?”
“I’m fine,” she said. “Just go slow.”
“Shh,” I consoled her, pressing my lips against hers.
I eased my cock another inch in, feeling her pussy stretch to the limit, with me not even a third of the way in.
“Holy fuck, it hurts but it feels so good,” she cried.
Pulling my cock out to the last bit, I plunged back in, working only two inches in and out, very slowly and gently. Over the next ten minutes or so, I managed to get my cock about two thirds of the way in, before she finally pressed into my chest.
“I don’t think I can take any more,” she looked into my eyes, a hint of fear there.
“That’s ok. Just get used to this, and let me know when you’re ready.”
“Ready for what?” she asked.
“Ready to fuck,” I smiled down at her.
Kissing her on the forehead, I started to slowly pump two thirds in and out of her, each stroke or out taking a good couple seconds. Going on like this for another few minutes, I started to push a little harder, and go a bit faster, getting another half inch or so into her burning pussy.
“Fuck, oh my… FUCK!” she screamed, her pussy contracting suddenly around me.
Her pussy continued to clamp on me, causing her to cum for about thirty seconds. She looked like she might pass out, before she finally lay back, clearly getting to the point of exhaustion.
Grabbing her by the back of her head, I pulled her up to me, kissing her gently on her lips, and nuzzling into her neck.
“Is it always this good?” she asked.
“You cum pretty easy, it seems,” I laughed.
“Have you cum yet?” she asked, suddenly, panic in her eyes. “I’m not on birth control!”
“Don’t worry, I’m not even close to cumming,” I told her.
“Do you have a condom?”
“Not on me. Wasn’t planning on needing one. Do you?”
“No, my dad would find them.”
“We can stop if you want?” I asked her, though that was the last thing I wanted to do right now, my cock still buried in her warmth.
“Umm,” she bit her lip as she thought for a moment.
“You’ll come with me to the store in the morning, right? To get a morning-after pill? Just in case?”
“Of course – I’m not fit to be a father,” I said, thinking of the awful results that would come from that.
“Ok, well, fuck it, then,” she laid back again, pulling my head down into another kiss.
As our tongues began to feel each other out, I started to thrust in and out of her again, using her latest orgasm’s juices to push harder and faster.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she screamed, with every thrust.
I grabbed one nipple in my fingers, pinching lightly, while I sucked tenderly on the other one. Remembering what had happened a month earlier, I pulled out of her momentarily, before sticking two fingers into her. Replacing my cock in her pussy, I lifted the fingers to her mouth, allowing her to taste herself while I fucked her harder and harder.
“I’m all the way in,” I told her, pumping furiously into her now.
“You feel so fucking big,” she answered, her tits flopping all over the place, as only a pair of natural knockers can.
“Hold on,” I grunted, lifting her legs gingerly into the air, letting me get even deeper in her.
Pushing harder, I could feel that she was going to cum again soon, and kept up my rapid pace. As I pumped in and out, she started to squeal that she was cumming, so I grabbed her, and held myself tightly in her.
This time she did pass out – two or three minutes later, she came too.
“What happened?” she asked, feeling very lightheaded.
“You passed out,” I responded with a giant grin on my face.
“Wow,” she moaned, out of breath once more. “That was unbelievable.”
“You ready for more?”
“I’m starting to get a little sore, actually,” she sighed.
“That’s alright, then.”
I pulled out of her, letting my still hard cock slap against her leg as I lay beside her, kissing her on the nose and cheek.
“That was beautiful,” she sighed, turning to allow me to kiss her lips again.
I thought the first time I had sex was beautiful too – but it wasn’t. It was entirely carnal. Every sexual experience I’d had to date was that way – animal instinct taking over, and just fucking. I think this was the first time I actually made love to someone, despite not being in love with her.
Her hand found its way down to my cock, grabbing it tightly.
“You’re still hard after all that, wow. You really are the right one,” she laughed.
“Ya, well you’d still be hard, too,” I smiled.
“Does it always happen?”
“Well, ya, normally I can go a couple times at least, but it’s especially easy to stay hard when you haven’t cum,” I laughed, caressing her cheek.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” she sat up, looking somewhat distraught.
“Don’t be.”
I had heard the stories Seth had told all the guys about Alexa. She blew and blew and jerked and jerked, but he never did more than finger her to orgasm. He hadn’t gone down on her once, probably a big reason why she didn’t want to sleep with him. Maybe his selfishness subconsciously turned her off from giving it all away to such a guy.
“Are you sure?” she asked, tugging delicately on my pained member.
“Ya. Tonight was beautiful like you said,” I laid back, arms behind my head.
Alexa put her arm across me, her head on my chest, purring softly at me as I stroked her hair.
“Rob?”
“Ya?”
“What are we gonna do?” she asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Like… how does this change things?”
“I don’t really know,” I sighed.
“You can’t leave Emily for me,” she said sullenly.
I didn’t say anything in response. I knew if I did leave Emily for Alexa, Emily would make sure Alexa went friendless for the next four months of school. I just held her against me, as I lay deep in thought.
“Me breaking up with Seth is nothing new,” she muttered, obviously thinking things through out loud.
“You really hate him now don’t you,” I laughed.
“How could I possibly go back to him after that?” Turning her head, she looked down at my cock, getting an unobstructed view for the first time. “You’re like three inches bigger than him, and he’s pretty thin too.”
I flexed my cock, causing it to jump a bit. Laughing gently, she grabbed it again, stroking it up and down.
“You don’t have to do that, Alexa. I’m pretty tired, too.”
“I know,” she said, sitting up.
Using her good leg, she pushed herself on top of me, straddling me, grimacing as her other ankle sought to stabilize her leg. Sitting up, I pulled her back down with me, forcing her off of me.
“Not tonight, Alexa. You need to rest or it’s going to take longer to heal.”
Still holding my hard cock, she moved again, this time shimmying down the bed, to take me in her mouth.
It was going to be a good weekend.
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Author Note: Not sure how long next story will take. If it ends up taking more than a few days, I’ll post something in the comments to let you know. For what it’s worth, it will be the third and maybe final part of my senior year. I’m still not sure how to separate the encounters in stories, but I’m working on it.
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