He was already breathing so hard, and I was pretty sure I could feel his heart racing through his cock. We hadn’t yet done anything cardio, I wondered if his system was just flooded with adrenaline.
When he was still, “You’re inside of me,” I said to him softly.
“Oh my god,” he moaned, also softly.
“I feel you so deep… I feel so full.” Complete honesty. I’ve found in the years since… when it has been a while since I had a living penis in my body, I always seem to forget the… nuance… of it. The subtlety of hard, hot, pulsing flesh. So unlike a piece of cock-shaped plastic.
So still, he looked into my eyes, in the dim light. When he shifted over me, he also shifted inside me, and I swear to god I almost came. But he looked me in my eyes, and said, “Oh my god, I love you.”
Eek, I hadn’t seen that coming. Well… it was an emotional moment…. maybe THIS is what I’d been hesitant about, in taking this step with him. Not that his body wasn’t ready, but his emotions weren’t. Ah, so.
But hell with it…. right now, he was making me feel soooo good. He was fucking me. Right now, I was his, and my body knew it. I didn’t answer his confession, but I shifted my hips, took him in and out of my body a few inches. “Oh baby, just fuck me,” I told him.
And he did. If took him a few strokes to kind of figure out the motion of it, but he was soon pounding away at me, FAST. Too fast, to be honest, but I was overwhelmed, and fortunately, 30 seconds later when he started making his orgasms sounds, I was ready, too. He cried out just as I felt him explode inside me, and it was all so erotic, I joined him, gripping his cock with my pelvic contractions, as he pumped spurt after spurt into my body, as deep as he could. My body took all of him that she could get.
If there was any question I was a cradle-robbing slut, all doubt was dispelled as he pulled out of me, and collapsed next to me. I closed my legs to try to hold him inside me… it felt like a lot, and I didn’t want to make a big mess on the bed where we were about to spend the rest of the afternoon.
I turned my head and saw him. On his back, nude. His cock was still semi-hard, and it was glistening with our juices, in the light from around the curtains. He was breathing hard, eyes closed, hand to his forehead. I reached out and touched his arm. “Are you ok?” I was hoping he wasn’t about to call me a slut, and leave. Such things happen, sometimes.
“Oh my god, so ok,” he answered, and chuckled a little. Then he seemed to remember I was really there. He turned his head and looked at me, “Are YOU ok? I think I got kind of rough, at the end, sorry.”
Such a sweet boy. “Of course I’m ok, it was amazing.”
“Sorry I finished so fast,” he admitted.
I smiled, and touched his face. “You finished me fast, too. You were fine.”
He looked surprised by that, “You…. finished? Too?”
“You just felt so good, I couldn’t help it.”
He smiled and pulled me close, and I’ll be honest… when I felt his naked body against mine, in that crappy hotel room, in the bed where he’d just given me his virginity, I had the urge to tell him I loved him, too. But I held that in. Instead, “Think you’ll be ready for more, soon?” as I gently touched his semi-hard, but now sticky cock, that had so recently invaded my body. I went to my knees and was about to kiss my way down his stomach in order to see how we tasted, all mixed together… when I remembered I was VERY full of semen. “Don’t move!” and I jumped out of bed with my hand on my crotch, around the corner, and grabbed the damp hand-cloth from before. WOW did a lot of cum come out of me. 🙂 Gobs.
Good thing I didn’t let it make a big wet spot on the bed. I cleaned up a little, turned the corner, climbed onto the bed, and didn’t hesitate… I went straight for his cock, with my mouth. And we tasted so good, together. It’d been a long time since I’d done this, gave a man head, right after he came inside me. Since early in high school. I’d forgotten how it tasted, and how it felt… both physically, and what it did to my brain. How when I feel close to a man, his pleasure is what gives me pleasure. How… my body maybe doesn’t belong to me, any more, it belongs to him, to use as he will. These feelings all ran through me as this sweet boy hardened again, in my mouth. And it was my instinct to give him all he wanted that caused me to straddle him, and guide him inside my body… where he belonged. Dangerous thinking, for what should be a casual fling.
He lasted longer this time… almost five minutes… before he flooded me, again. I didn’t cum, but it was fine. I gave him a few minutes to recover, sucked him to hardness again (ah, teenagers), and presented myself to him, on my hands and knees. He took the hint, mounted me, grabbed my hips. I reached down to help him find me, again, and this time his learning curve was faster. He figured out how to move, and began a steady rhythm… and after two orgasms, even this high school boy took a while, this time. He fucked me long and hard, and I came again with a little help from my fingers, on my clit. And finally, he filled my body a third time, with his living sperm. I felt so fulfilled, as a woman. I was serving my purpose, satisfying this beautiful boy. Again… dangerous thoughts.
We laid there and talked a long while… this time, even I felt a little fatigued. We stayed in bed through the dinner hour, I casually stroked his cock while we compared notes on his first time, and shared ourselves. He held my breast, he caressed my nipples, he held my ass as he held me close. There are worse ways to spend a day.
8 o’clock, and he had a half hour drive him. We got out of bed to get dressed, but I couldn’t help it, I squirmed into his arms. Standing naked on my tiptoes I kissed him… and lingered…. and I felt him harden against my stomach, again. “Do we have time for one more?” he asked, and I answered by turning around, and bending over with my hands flat on the bed. He didn’t hesitate, he grabbed my hips, I went to my tiptoes, and he found me, still wet.
He was fast and rough this time, animalistic. It almost hurt, the way he was driving into my body, making my pussy his. And I pushed back at him, to take him harder. He was gripping my hips so hard… pulling me against him, slamming home, no concern for my well being… that it surprised me, I came again. And hearing me moan to “Fuck me, fuck me harder…” I got one more load of sperm out of his body, doing their best to find my egg. I collapsed on the bed, he collapsed on me, both of us trying to catch our breath.
“Thank you for today, Bean,” I said to him softly… it felt like we were really done, that time.
“I love you so much, Marissa,” he admitted, and to be honest, my heart skipped a little.
But I couldn’t say it back. I’m not sure if I just wasn’t in that deep with him, or just didn’t want to be, but at that point in my life, it didn’t matter which. I kissed his cheek, “You have to get home, sweetie.” I knew he didn’t care… he was right where his lizard brain said he needed to be, with the female he just mated. So I had to nudge him dressed, and out the door. I didn’t stop to clean myself and my panties were SO loaded with his cum before I got back to my dorm room, ha. One isn’t usually doing the walk-of-shame, hair mussed and smelling of sex, as early as 9pm. But I’m not complaining. It happens.
We were well into the Fall term by the time all this happened, so we only had a month left before Christmas break. We got that gross hotel room for 3 more Saturday afternoons, and we had quickies in the ladies room during lab breaks… I quickly learned he could cum nice and fast by bending me over the sink. I didn’t always cum, but I liked watching his sweet face in the mirror as he gripped my hips and fucked me, the pleasure in his eyes, my pants and panties around my ankles. It was so naughty. And I could always masturbate after class, using his semen as lube, rubbing it into my clit. Still very hot.
We got our A’s and the term concluded, and we parted ways for the long break. He wanted to make plans for next term, to schedule a class or two together… but I didn’t want to plan my schedule around a relationship. That felt like a recipe for disaster, so I resisted his suggestions. “Let’s just see what classes we get, and go from there.” I didn’t want to tell him I’d be ok if we didn’t have any. I would have enjoyed it, probably, but it wasn’t anywhere near being high on my priorities list.
And he professed his love for me every time. In person, in bed on weekends, his sperm dripping out of my body, and in long love-emails. It really was sweet, and nice to be worshiped… but to be brutally honest, once the initial fucking was over and done with, I just didn’t get into us as deep as he did. He was a sweet kid, but all we really had in common was sex. I liked his cock, he liked my pussy. He didn’t know that wasn’t really enough.
So we broke for Christmas break. I said I’d write, and that I’d see him in a month.
I thought he was ok with that, but when he showed up a week later at my house, 400 miles from where he lived, where I lived with my Mom, it was kind of a problem, for me.
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