Like a flood of electric light, I felt my body snap in two, limbs shaking, tremors rippling through my body as my pleasure exploded inside me. Every nerve, every inch of skin, pulsed with ecstasy as I cried out my bliss. My thighs were like a vice around Boon's head, my toes curling up almost violently as I bucked and shook underneath him, my fingers running through his long, soft hair, every inch where our bodies made contact feeling like paradise. I felt like my body was rising, lifting off the bed, as I came for the first time ever.
When it was over, my climax fading, I sighed deeply, satisfied but still yearning. I released Boon, my thighs falling to the side, my hands untangling from his hair. I could feel my chest rising and falling as I breathed heavily, my heart pounding in my mouth. When I looked up, Boon was smiling at me and wiping his mouth. In a single motion, he'd pulled his shirt off, and I admired, somewhat dazedly, his well-defined muscles. Tattoos covered his arms and chest. I wanted to study them, stroke them, trace them with my finger.
He crawled upwards, suspended over me, pushing his pants down as he went. I looked down further, and the sight of his huge cock drove me into a sudden panic: what was I doing? There was no way he could fit that huge thing inside my virgin pussy! He'd rip me in two! I looked back up at him, catching his eye. He looked puzzled, seeing something in my eyes that must have betrayed my fear.
"I'm a virgin," I blurted out, needing to tell him so that he knew to go slow. A look of concern passed over his face, replacing the puzzled look. He was supporting himself over me with his impressive arms, I could feel the heat baking off him, could feel his 8-inch cock grazing my tender flesh, drawing desire back to my slit, making me gush as I pictured the things he could do to me. The things I wanted him to do to me. The things I was afraid of him doing to me.
Boon sighed and suddenly rolled onto his side, lying on his back next to me. I pulled myself up, now puzzled myself.
"What's wrong? It's okay, really, I just want you to … you know … take it easy," I said. I had time, now, to really admire his naked body. It was beautiful – large, strong chest tapering off to a lean, toned midsection, a deep V leading down to his huge, pulsing, erect cock. His tattoos almost seemed to shimmer in the dim light. I felt myself grow more and more excited with each second that I was allowed to admire him.
"It's not right. Girl like you … .guy like me … .well, it just isn't right. You should give it up to your high school sweetheart. Some nice farm boy who'll take care of you and eat corn on the cob with your folks," Boon said, sighing, throwing his arm over his eyes as if to hide from the world.
"I don't have a high school sweetheart, and I don't want a farm boy. I want you. Now, tonight," I said, suddenly growing courage as I let myself feel my desire, my sex pulsing, my eyes locked onto Boon's dick. Suddenly inspired, I reached out and tentatively stroked it, feeling its hardness, its strength. I'd never touched a cock before, and the flesh on it was softer than I pictured, the head almost squishy as my fingers explored.
Boon groaned under my touch. The sound turned me on even more. I reached down and felt between my legs; I was soaking wet. Pulling myself up, I wondered what I could do to convince Boon that I really did want him, that it was my decision, that I needed him tonight and didn't care about my virginity (or potential lack thereof).
I knew about blowjobs, of course, and realized that was my most logical option, but I was afraid. I'd never sucked a man before, and didn't know where to begin. Plus, Boon was so big that I wasn't sure how much of him I could fit in my mouth. I positioned myself on my knees, my ass next to Boon's head, and leaned over the whole, long length of him. I gripped his cock and slowly lowered my mouth to the tip, taking it in slowly.
I lapped at the head, rimming around it with my tongue. Boon moaned again; out of the corner of my eye, I saw him remove his arm from his eyes and lean up to watch me. His hand reached out and grabbed my ass, massaging the soft globes, driving a thrill through me that made me want to pleasure him more. His other hand found its way to my head and his fingers snaked through my hair, coming to rest on my scalp, where he pushed down gently.
I slid my mouth further down his throbbing member, tasting a slight saltiness as liquid seeped from the tip. I struggled to breath as I inched my mouth down his cock, careful to keep my teeth between my lips, allowing my tongue to tickle the underside of his cock as I sunk deeper and deeper towards his lap.
Finally, I felt his cock hitting the back of my throat and gagged. My first instinct was to come up, but Boon's hand on the back of my head held me in place, restricting my movement. I breathed raggedly through my nose, tears pricking the corner of my eyes, as Boon slowly began to thrust his hips upwards, driving his cock deeper and deeper into my raw throat.
I was panicky, breathless, heart pounding, but something about the dirtiness of it all, being mouth-fucked by this biker with his long, wide cock, awoke something primal and hungry in me. I swallowed, feeling my throat massage the head of his cock. Boon's hands on my ass grew rougher, and he kneaded the soft flesh hard, the callouses on his fingers scraping against me, making me shiver with want.
Boon's grip on my head increased and I could feel him thrust harder into my virgin throat, making me gag even harder. Tears began to spill from my eyes, unbidden, as I struggled to breathe. Finally, thankfully, Boon released me, and my head popped up, my breath coming thin and ragged, coughing. Boon grabbed my ponytail and dragged me backwards in a single, forceful stroke.
My head hit the mattress and in an instant I felt Boone's weight on my body, pressing me down as he rolled onto me. His cock, now wet with my spit, pressed against my gushing slit. He rose, supporting himself on his arms once more, and I grabbed onto his biceps, feeling the muscles there, tracing the tattoos.
His eyes fixed onto mine, a look of carnal abandon in his face, and I felt him press against my pussy. The head of his cock slid easily into my wetness, and I closed my eyes and moaned as I felt my pussy stretching around his hugeness. I felt resistance, his cock stopped inching forward. Opening my eyes again, I knew what was about to happened, worried about the pain, needed it to happen, didn't care about the pain.
"Hold tight," Boon growled, and I gripped his biceps, biting my lip. In a roar of tearing pain, he was inside me, ripping me, splitting me in two. I cried out, the pain much worse than I could have imagined, my pussy sore and aching already.
He stayed still for a long moment as the roar of pain turned to a whisper, then slowly began to melt into a different feeling entirely: pleasure. Pure, unbelievable pleasure. My mouth dropped open in a silent moan as he began to push deeper inside me, slowly, slowly, reaching deep inside me, places I had never felt before. No one had ever felt before.
My breathing became quick and shallow as Boon began to pump in and out of me, his huge cock driving deep inside me. I could feel every inch of him in my tender, virgin pussy, felt him lighting up my nerves like fireworks. I held tighter to his biceps, watched his chest move above mine, bit my lip and moaned as he began to speed up. My hips began to rise and fall to meet his strokes, wanting to feel him even more.
I felt my face flush with heat, my nails dig into his strong arms, my heart beating fast as the wave rose inside me again. It was different this time, my muscles clenched tighter and tighter as he dove into me hitting someplace sweet, someplace that drew my eyes into the back of my head. I croaked in pleasure, not caring how I looked or sounded, my legs crossing over his lower back to allow him to enter deeper. He began to slam into me harder, I could hear his balls smacking against me as his hips thrust against mine. He would grind into me with each stroke, giving me seconds of precious satisfaction before drawing out again.
My ears started to ring. He was fucking me faster now, harder, I could feel the sweat dripping from him, hear his labored breathing, smell his musk. The wave inside me rose, rose, rose as I felt, simultaneously, something blooming inside me. My pussy was soaked, my muscles felt like they were about to snap, he was fucking me so hard that I was bouncing up and down on the mattress, clinging to him for dear life as he pistoned into me.
And in a split second, in a flash, I felt the wave breaking once more, sweet release trickling through my body, Boon grabbing me close as he slammed into me a final time, his cock driven straight to what felt like the very end of my pussy.
I felt warm, hot liquid gushing into me, massaging my pussy as it milked his cock, nerves still like fireworks as he held my shuddering, virgin body. My pussy squeezed and clenched around his cock, wanting him to stay inside forever, wanting this feeling forever, wanting him forever.