And I took advantage of it. In one swift move, I pulled my tongue out of her ass and lined myself up behind her, my dick tip right at her pussy hole. And grabbing her hips, I breached her with one swift thrust. There was no slow slide in, no sensitive "Are you okays?" or "How does this feel?" Oh no, when I take a virgin, I'm forceful, commanding, getting it over in one fell swoop. So holding tight to that fleshy waist, I fucked my dick in, my huge ten-incher going into her in one swift thrust, penetrating all the way to her cervix in two seconds flat.
"Aiee!" the brunette cried out. "Ohhhh fuuuuuck!"
And I grunted with satisfaction, a woman's pleasure is my aphrodisiac. My hips began pumping in that sweet flesh like there was no tomorrow, pistons drilling away like a machine gone crazy. My hands gripped her waist as leverage, bracing the soft body to receive my hard pounds, her juicy form thrust forward on the bed a couple inches with each deep push, her face pressed into the mattress, small hands gripping the sheets.
"You like?" I panted between thrusts. "You like?"
And the girl couldn't answer because she was moaning like a wild woman into the bed but I took that as a yes. Laurie's pussy spasmed around my dick like a supernova gone wild, shooting sparks everywhere, her ass winking at me as I gazed as those luscious white cheeks jiggling this way and that with every hard thrust. And I wasn't able to hold on any longer, the feel and sight of Laurie overwhelmed my senses and I gave it up. My balls tensed, going high and tight and with a massive roar, I spurted into her hot cavern, my man juices coating her channel with sweet, viscous milk, lash after lash of semen decorating her insides, so much that it bubbled up between our bodies, sperm dripping out of her hole.
And Laurie screamed again then, lifting her head for a moment to let out a high-pitched shriek, her face a mask of ecstasy, brown curls thrown back.
"Fuuuuuuck!" she screamed. "Fuckme fuckme fuckme!"
And I knew what she was shrieking about. The feel of a man unloading, his hot juices creaming into a woman's secret space is more than enough to drive a female over the edge, much less a recent virgin. So Laurie was just doing what was natural, going with the flow, riding the roller coaster of her first dick.
And the brunette loved it. As I watched, her curvy body shivered once more before flexing and tensing, her pussy clamping down so hard on my dick I thought it might break off, her little body bucking like a wild bull it almost threw me out. But I was prepared and gripped her harder, smashing my groin against her butt, my balls pressed against that clit.
"Oh no you fucking don't," I growled. "You're taking every drop of sperm."
And the words just made the little girl shiver and shake once more before collapsing onto the bed, her hips still glued to mine as her face dropped into the mattress, heaving and panting, trying to get oxygen.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, eyes closed, a languid smile on her face. "Ummmm."
And I chuckled deep in my throat, trying to get my own body under control. Because I'd unloaded a huge mass into her, a giant deposit of my salty white, and I was wrung out, totally destroyed from the gauntlet I'd just run, the amazing time with this beautiful brunette.
So slowly, oh so slowly, I began pulling back, enjoying the sight of my dick exiting her cunt. Her pussy muscles gripped me tight still and Laurie has what I call "slut cunt," or a cunt whose pinkness hugs a dick even when it's pulling out. I watched, eyes ravenous, as her sweet labia clenched around me, begging me to stay even as I pulled back.
"Fuck, you're a horny bitch," I muttered, enjoying the sight of my fat member making its exit, completely coated with a mix of white, her cum mixed with my semen. It was dripping, shiny with the veins still pulsing, almost like I hadn't had enough.
And the girl just moaned again, exhausted, her little body put through the wringer from its first man-made orgasm. But I wanted one more trick from her. After my dick was all the way out, the hot pole flapping against my thigh, I bent to lick her pussy once more, spreading her folds with my fingers as I gazed at that sweet hole.
"Bear down and push my cream out," I cajoled. "Let me see that sweet sperm, how your pussy is so fucked."
And the girl sighed then, exhausted but obeying me still. Her abs clenched, her pussy lips twitching slightly as she concentrated, her face screwed up in thought as she flexed her groin area. And like magic, a bit of white welled up from inside before rising to the top, frothing creamily, bubbling out to run down her thighs, smearing the heavy drumsticks with the evidence of our fuck session.
And to reward her, I bent down and licked it up, sampling the taste of my sperm mixed with her pussy juice.
"Fuck little girl," I said between laps. "I could do this forever."
And Laurie just creamed and sighed more, shooting me a sweet smile as cum spilled out from her hole.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Laurie
I'm such a slut around Tucker that I can barely recognize myself. I was a virgin until a couple minutes ago, untouched and unwanted, my only experiences had been with a couple boys back in high school, fumbling and awkward. And oh yeah, there was Gary. But my ex is nothing compared to Tucker, absolutely nothing. In fact, now I suspect Gary must struggle with erectile dysfunction or some other anatomical problem because my delivery man completely blew that loser out of the water, it was like comparing God to an ant. Maybe I should mail a package of Viagra to Gary anonymously, it'd be a useful gift, heaven-sent.
Because in one fell swoop I've been de-virginized by the hottest guy I've ever met, hands down. Tucker was so commanding, alpha and dominating, ordering me this way and that, forcing me to take his sperm, strumming my body like a fine instrument, making me scream, shudder and twist, give it all up to him.
And what we've done is beyond my wildest dreams. I mean, I'd come with his tongue in my ass, my pussy clamping and twitching, spasming with the dirtiness of it all. And the cream pie? Oh fuck, oh fuck, and the fact that Tucker had licked my cream pie, sampling his own sperm was so nasty, so incredible that I could hardly believe it. But it only showed how masculine he was. The fact that he'd tasted his own sperm, been unafraid to go anywhere, push past any barrier, only underlined his maleness, that assertive masculinity that couldn't be shaken.
And I loved it all, adored these new frontiers that we were exploring together. So I turned my head to look at him, adoring, my body covered in a light film of sweat, exhausted, unable to do much more than shower him with adoration.
"That was good," I murmured, shooting him a sweet smile.
And Tucker grinned back at me, flashing those pearly whites.
"Yeah, pretty good wasn't it?" he ground out, one hand lightly stroking over my curves, the hills and valleys that came to me naturally. "In fact, I'd say it was fucking amazing."
And I giggled then, my breath muffled slightly against the pillowcase.
"Yeah," I admitted. "Amazing," I agreed.
The big man just rumbled once more, chuckling deeply in his throat.
"My last name's McGrath by the way," he dropped casually. "Just thought we should be on a last name basis."
And I flushed slightly. Oh my god, he was right. I only knew his first name, he'd been Tucker the Delivery Man in my head until two seconds ago.
"I'm Laurie Holmes," I said quickly. "Laurie Evelyn Holmes."
And the big man's quirked his mouth at me, amused. Oh god, that mouth, those lips, where they'd been. I shivered again just thinking about it, my body tensing oh so slightly from the memory.
But Tucker was unperturbed, coolly casual, always in control.
"I know, Laurie Holmes, NYC Concierge has your credit card info. I know everything about you already," he said with a sly smile.
And I flushed again. God, I hardly seemed in control of my body around this man, it was beyond crazy, so wild.
"Just wanted you to know," I murmured, cheeks slightly pink. "Just in case, you know, for … "
But what for? I bit my lip. Here I was, completely nude in front of a man I'd met twice in my life, a man who'd sampled my pussy and ass, tasted me everywhere, taking my virginity, and yet I was tongue-tied, not sure what to say next. Because where were we headed next? What were we exactly? A quick fuck? A drive-by, much-needed form of stress relief? Suddenly, I felt a little sad. Sure, I couldn't expect much but at the same time, it sucked to think that I meant nothing to Tucker, that I was just a momentary distraction and nothing else.
But Tucker surprised me. He slapped me on the ass, his big palm leaving a handprint that flashed pink and then melted, my skin growing hot as he pressed his lips to the mark.