Chapter 20. 2
He was in front of me, and the sight of all of him laid bare in front of me as he offered me the most desirable thing in the world put me in total awe. I was looking right at it: Elijah’s penis. His dick. His cock. It was the greatest prize that he or any man of his type had to offer. And, it was mine for the taking.
I so wanted it. I wanted Elijah’s prick more than anything I’d ever wanted in my life. Hesitation was not an option. I wet my lips and braced myself for what I knew would be a shock of pleasure — and I reached for it.
Elijah released his dick from his grasp at the instant that my fingers first touched it. I drew in a sudden breath of wonder at touching a man’s penis for the first time. The heat of it, filled with hot blood that made it feel like a steel rod jacketed in flesh; the weight of it, like a weapon of sensuality; the power in it when I touched it and it throbbed at me, the subtle gasp was my reaction. I was careful not to seem too much in awe of it. At my age, I should be familiar with what I was now feeling.
He let out an Mmm of pleasure as I ran my fingers up and down his hot shaft, taking in the absolutely amazing feeling of it. If it felt this incredible in my hand, how much more incredible would it feel in my mouth — or inside my pussy? I wondered.
“Lick it,” he said, sounding drunk. “Suck it.”
I leaned over between his parted thighs. He had one foot up on the sofa next to me and the other on the floor, spreading his male magnificence out for me to admire, to worship. I continued stroking his tool, making my fingers slick with the slippery moisture exuding from the tip. I got my first feel of his balls, his twin cream makers in their warm, plump sac of flesh.
Into my mind flashed things that I recalled other girls talking about from their own experiences of going to bed with boys. I remembered them talking about promising to pull out at climax and not shoot their cream inside the girl’s pussy. They would whisper about how it felt, warm and wet and slippery against their skin. They described boys shooting their load while inside them, but into a condom, and then pulling off the condom from the spent dick, and letting the semen leak out, thick and white, from the latex sleeve.
They would tease me a little, knowing that I was a pastor’s daughter. They’d grin and ask me, Are we embarrassing you, Addie? But I wasn’t a prude; I was never really embarrassed. Curious and fascinated, yes, but never embarrassed.
Right now, touching Elijah’s cock and feeling his balls, embarrassment was the last thing I felt. A mix of both excitement and a strange calm settled over me as I did as Elijah beckoned me to do. I brought my face to the throbbing shaft to let my tongue get a taste of what my fingers had felt. But first, I inhaled and smelled his dick and the thicket of his pubic hair. They smelled warm and musky, with a hint of the shower that he’d taken before coming over. He’d made himself ready for me — as ready as I now was for him.
I put out my tongue and ran it up and down the shaft from the roundness of the sac to the little notch at the crown. Inside my head, a new definition of pleasure began to unfold. I was doing this. I was going to suck Elijah’s cock. And, I was going to love it.
As soon as I got Elijah’s dick into my mouth, my mind reverberated with the question, How have I lived so long without this?
Everything I’d wondered about the day I was finally with a man this way was now being answered. Every question that was an empty space in my experience was now being filled in. How will it feel when I suck a man’s dick? What if it’s really big? Will I be able to take it all? How will it taste? In answer to my questions, it felt wonderful — amazing, incredible, almost indescribable.
I felt the length and thickness of it making me open as wide as I could, the mass of it in my mouth and the roundness and hardness of it passing my lips. I felt it throb at the way it moved along my tongue and tasted just a hint of saltiness from the moisture that it produced at the tip. To my surprise, I guess that I was able to get just over half of it into my mouth, and it was delicious.
Elijah wasn’t complaining, either. The way his stomach rose and fell and his muscles trembled, the way he pushed up just a little bit more of his cock for me to swallow, and the way he played with his own nipples while I worked on him, I could tell he didn’t suspect this blow job was my first rodeo, so to speak. And to underscore his physical reaction, what came pouring out of his mouth as I sucked on his meat left no room for doubt.
“Oh, yes…” he groaned. “Oh, yes…oh, fuck yes. Suck it, suck that fucker, yes…” He tossed his head as if in a fever of pleasure, telling me with his fit of manly joy that I was pleasing him. My whole body and mind thrilled at knowing that with this, my first-ever performance of oral sex, I was actually pleasing Elijah . He couldn’t tell that I’d never done it before. He was reacting to my cock-sucking as if I’d been doing it to guys for years.
It just made me want his cock even more. It was just so good, it made me challenge myself to see just how much I could take. With every slide of my mouth along the length of his shaft, I took every inch that I could. And as I feasted, I got a little playful and began to tease his balls with my fingers.
Carefully, carefully, gently now, I told myself, humming with my mouth full of his dick. My humming sent vibes into his organ and made him groan louder. I hadn’t anticipated that, but I made a note of it.
Even being as inexperienced with men as I was, I knew that the scrotum is the most tender and sensitive thing that a man has and needs to be treated tenderly and sensitively. So, I took care at fingering and caressing his nuts while pulling wetly on his big, hard root. His balls felt as wonderful as his dick tasted. And Elijah wasn’t complaining about that, either. It made him sound even more feverish. “Oh, shit, yeah! Oh, fuck, yeah!”
I was really getting off to a fine start, and I could actually do this all day if Elijah wanted. I now only regretted just a little bit that I’d waited so long for sex. The man between whose muscular legs I was curled up, the man whose prick throbbed so enthusiastically in my mouth, was so absolutely beautiful, so physically, sexually, sensuously perfect, that it made me grateful that I’d held out for him. A girl’s first time should only be with a guy as perfect as Elijah. It validated the time I’d spent waiting. I’d done the right thing.
So, I let all my inhibitions about sex melt away in the heat of Elijah’s dick in my mouth and the warmth of his flexing, trembling muscularity responding to the way I sucked him. I was making us both happy. Every throb and pulse of his shaft against my tongue told me that.
I was reluctant to stop sucking Elijah’s dick, and yet I wanted another, different thrill. I wanted to know the taste of his balls. So, I let it slip from my mouth and bob freely in the air, and went down further on him, beneath the base of his thick shaft, and began to lick the pouch that I’d been fondling.
Elijah shifted a bit, lifting his foot up onto the back of the sofa and moving his head all the way down from the arm where it had been resting, to let him pivot his crotch up more and give me better access to his privates. That gave me the opening I needed to begin sliding my tongue over his balls and covering their roundness with my licks. Elijah made noises almost like an animal, loving what I was doing to his pouch as much as I loved doing it. He was feeding his sex to me, and I found it more and more delicious every second.
The flesh of his sac was as soft and warm as his muscles were hard and hot. I grew greedy for him, making long strokes of my tongue all over his scrotum, loving this newly awakened experience of his maleness. With the same care as I’d teased his sac with my fingers, I took just one of his nuts in my mouth.
A shocking spasm of new pleasure charged through Elijah. He cried out, “Aaahhh…FUCK!” His testicle felt as wonderful in my mouth as his penis did. I released that one and did the same to the other, which was just as scrumptious. He tossed his head as if he were going mad. His moaning voice almost turned to a wheeze. “Oh…oh, shit, oh, FUCK YES … ”
That was it, then. I had learned how much I could please a man, even as a complete novice. I was pleased, happy with myself, knowing I’d made him happy. Then, just at this moment of newly-discovered satisfaction, there came another moment of truth.
He brushed my hair with his fingers and lifted his head, a bit groggily. Peering down along his body at me with my head between his legs, Elijah gulped and said, “Let’s switch places.” His voice trembled as much as his body was doing from the way I sucked his balls. “That’s so fucking good, but let’s switch. You lie down.”
I hated releasing his scrotum from my mouth, but when I gazed up at him, there was a light of a new and different desire in his eyes, which said that something else new and awesomely sexy was about to happen to me.
I did as he asked and sat up enough for him to climb, a bit wobbly, from the sofa. I lay down where Elijah had been. The cushions of the couch were hot from his body heat. Instinctively, I opened my legs while staring up at him. He stood over me, licking his lips as he ran his eyes along my body, visually feeling my boobs and lingering at my bush and the opening beneath them. I did my own visual feel-up of him, admiring that face, those muscles, and the looming cylinder of that cock.
Then, Elijah got himself back on the sofa, between my parted legs, and began to brush the folds of my moistened pussy. A tremor of delight surged through my body, being touched there by a man for the very first time. And, returning to knowing that it was the very first time gave me a sting of apprehension in the midst of that amazing pleasure.
All that Elijah would have to do would be to take his fingers and spread my vulva open, looking for my clitoris, and he would see exactly whom he was about to have his sweetly lusty way with. My intact, unbroken hymen would show him that he was naked and horny with a virgin! I shuddered at the thought. If he saw it, how would Elijah react? What would he say? What would he do?
My fear turned to a racing heartbeat of anticipation when Elijah, licking his lips again, said, “I can’t wait. I need to fuck your pussy right now.”
Oh my God, this is it! I cried out silently in my head. He’s going to do it! Elijah is going to put his dick in me right now! He’s going to fuck me RIGHT NOW! Oh…oh…oh my God, this is it!
Elijah put action to his words. He moved the moistened and tender head of his dong to my folds and began to run it up and down my opening. I trembled and whimpered. The feeling of it was uncanny. It seemed to turn my nerves and my entire body into one big tingle. The feeling grew even more powerful when he did with the glans of his penis what I thought he’d do with his fingers, and slip it up my pussy to tease and stroke at my clit.
I squirmed and wailed at this newest pleasure — the greatest pleasure so far. He used his dong head to play with my clit, making me feel like a lit fuse burning down to an explosion. He nudged at my most sensitive place with that sensitive place of his own. I thought I might actually lose my mind…
But, even that couldn’t compare with the madness of ecstasy that came over me next, when Elijah finally set himself to the business of what he wanted most and what I was most ready to let him have. He let his glans slip down again into the curtains of my womanhood — and with a smooth, sure stroke, he eased his dick into my pussy.
I felt that slow, sizzling burn of pleasure from Elijah teasing my clit become something like the burst of a grenade of absolute joy at this first penetration. He had not just propelled me into the most beautiful, rapturous feeling I’d ever experienced, he had also unwittingly broken my seal and sealed my fate. With that first stroke of his long, throbbing cock deep into my pussy, my virginity was gone, claimed by the perfection of Elijah’s member. He slid it all the way in and lowered himself down on top of me, joining our bodies together for my very first fuck.
If having his dick in my mouth had made me wonder how I’d managed to live so long without blowing a man, that was nothing compared to having that dick inside my pussy.
Unlike the near-madness of his dick head stroking my clit, this was an opening up of something in me that was either completely new and transforming — or something that was always a part of me that only needed to be awakened. It was awake now, and like in any birth, there was the need for that first breath of a new life to be a cry of feeling and discovery. Pinned under Elijah, with that first thrust and penetration of his cock into my depths, I opened my mouth wide and shouted, “OH…MY…GOD!”
That first cry of newfound ecstasy turned into panting and moaning, and he hadn’t even begun to fuck me yet. He had just moved his dick into my pussy, and the pleasure was beyond anything that I could have ever imagined.
I reflexively wrapped my thighs around him as if men had been fucking me for years and clutched at his back, and wailed and moaned and panted under him, thinking that if Elijah climaxed me this way, I would probably die from my body being unable to contain the pleasure.
He still had no idea what he was really doing to me. All he knew was that there was a girl under him, receiving the first penetration of his dick inside her pussy, and she was absolutely loving that body and loving that cock — which was all that a hot man wants to know.
He pressed his crotch against my mound, holding his boner all the way in me, and his voice came out in panting moans of his own. “Oh yeah…oh, shit…oh, yeah! You’re tight! ” He cut off my gasps and wails with a lusty, steamy kiss. “Oh, shit, Corinne, your pussy is fucking tight! God damn, I love that!”
Unable to restrain himself another second, he pulled up, then thrust down again, and began to fuck me for real, sliding his throbbing boner inside the wet and clutching passage of my pussy with a rhythm that I could swear I felt all the way up inside my brain. Thrust after thrust, beat after beat, he humped me and pumped his dick in me, reaching for my womb and pressing against me those balls that I had sucked. I clutched up and down his back, my body feeling molten inside from the pumping of that hot shaft.
Totally consumed and breathless with pleasure, I laughed amid gasping and moaning, and in my mind, I said good riddance to my virginity. I didn’t need it any more. What I needed was just this. What I needed was the most beautiful, passionate, ecstatic feeling in all the world — the feeling of being topped and penetrated and plundered by a man who was absolutely perfect in face, in body, in cock. I wouldn’t miss my virginity one bit, not after being fucked by Elijah.
He kept kissing away at my lips and cheeks and chin, moving his lips onto my neck, his breath heating up the skin of my face even as the press of his naked muscles against the rest of my body and the hammering thrusts heated me up everywhere else. I clenched my limbs around him, wanting to make us as much one body as I possibly could. He pumped his dick harder and faster, unknowingly claiming the unexplored territory of my pussy as his own. In the pure, total wonder of his fucking, I had never loved anything as much in all my life as I loved Elijah’s cock.
He hovered his face over mine, looking and sounding like a drunken madman, fucking me with a force that never ceased, never let up. In a voice to match the way he looked, he groaned and gasped at me, “Oh, God, you’re tight. Oh, shit, your cunt’s so fucking tight! Oh my GOD ! ”
I loved knowing that my pussy was driving him as mad as his dick was driving me. Perhaps we would just descend into ecstatic insanity together. At the moment, I needed my sanity as much as I needed my now-lost virginity. Let him fuck my mind away the way he’d taken my maidenhood. I didn’t care. If I should go mad, let me only go mad this way: fucked by a man who was the stuff of the hottest, sexiest dreams.
He rammed his dick hard into me, making me yelp from the force and the pure joy of it, and held it all the way inside me. He started to grind his crotch and his bush against my pubes and my mound, moving in circles against me with the full length of his cock reaching for my womb and his balls pressing hotly against me.
I wailed under him, not even forming words, just wailing, almost shrieking with a pleasure that seemed to have no limit. He continued screwing me that way until I had almost no voice left to cry out with. My outcries died into long, desperate whimpers, and he muttered on, sounding almost as if he could cry, “God damn, your cunt’s so tight… So fucking tight…”
Was I naturally that way, or was it because I had never had a prick inside me until now? Did it matter? I wondered.
As Elijah was discovering me, I was discovering myself. After being fucked by him, I would never be the same again. After having him on top of me, between my thighs, in the depths of my pussy, I would become a new person. I wondered who I would be and how differently I’d look at everything — myself, the world, life — now. Receiving Elijah’s dick with all the force and passion with which he could give it to me was like a death and a rebirth. Whatever it would mean, I wanted more of it. I wanted all that he had.
As he continued grinding his crotch against me with his pole throbbing away in my wet, hot channel, I continued clutching his back, begging with the grasp of my hands for everything he could give. And, he did not hold back.
He returned to thrusting his dick inside me — hard, fast, deep, making my body resound inside with every hammering blow. Our voices softened into long, low moans, a melody of sexual abandon with the banging of his crotch against me as the drumbeats. But, the sweetest music went on inside my pussy with the relentless sliding and stroking of his dick. That was a song that as far as I was concerned Elijah could play with me forever.
He took my mouth in sex-drunk kisses and grunted at me, “I’m getting close. I’m gonna come.” He sucked at my lips. “I’m gonna come. Can’t hold back. Gonna shoot my load in your pussy. Oh, shit…oh, shit, I’m close. I’m so fucking close…”
Hearing this made a new excitement well up within me again. Knowing he was enjoying my pussy and that having his dick inside me was getting him off, filled me with a satisfaction even better than knowing how much he loved my blow job. Somehow, it made me feel even hotter inside.
Skillfully keeping his cock sheathed in me, Elijah brought himself up on his knees and continued fucking me that way. Penetrating me without stopping — as neither of us wanted him to stop — he licked the tip of his thumb, then brought that thumb down to where his cock was so urgently at work, and found my clitoris again.
The combined feelings of his cock pumping inside me and his moistened thumb strumming at my clit were like an alarm going off inside my brain and my body. My whole being seemed to ring like a great big bell. I knew what was happening to me. It was the same thing that was taking over Elijah. By playing with my clit at the same time as he plunged his shaft inside my pussy, Elijah was carrying me along to the same place he was going. He was using his experience, which was so much greater than mine, to bring us both to climax.
It hit me like a mallet hitting a gong. It crashed and reverberated from my brain out through my whole body, out to the tips of my fingers and toes. It was a huge, enormous, resounding, pulsating blast of pleasure. My limbs locked, my back arched, my mouth flew open even wider than it did to suck his cock, and the sound that I made seemed like every kind of loud outcry that a person can make, all at the same time.
That was my first orgasm. My transformation was complete. The person I had been up until that point was gone forever. She died in the throes of indescribable pleasure. Corinne was dead; long live a new, post-orgasmic Corinne.
Even as my own climax took me over, Elijah let loose with one of his own. He rammed all the way into my pussy and held himself there for one last thrust. He threw back his head and released the death-and-rebirth sound of his own orgasm, though it was certainly a death and rebirth that he’d had countless times already. It didn’t matter; it was his first one with me. And, it was the first spurt of his thick, hot cream inside the channel of my pussy and the inner reaches of my womb. Filling me up with hot, white sap from the limb of his maleness, Elijah creamed away the last vestiges of my virginity.
When he pulled out his slowly softening cock, it was still spurting semen, and an amazing contentment settled over me at the feeling of it flowing out from him onto my vulva and my mound.
He leaned over and looked down at his man parts and the cream flowing thickly onto my lady parts. He licked his lips and muttered, “Oh, shit.” Then, suddenly, a spent weakness came over him. He settled down on the sofa beside me and we lay there, two naked, happy bodies in the glowing bliss after Elijah showed me what it was to be fucked.
A post-coital silence fell over my living room. I thought about the sounds we had made while Elijah was fucking me, and whether any of the people from the other apartments in the building might have been walking by my door while he was doing it. Had one of the neighbors been out there, hearing us? I could imagine their possible reactions—surprise, shock, embarrassment, amusement. They might have reacted in any of those ways, or all those ways, hearing us and thinking, Somebody is fucking Addie in there!
That was only one of the ramifications of what I’d just allowed to happen. While I didn’t regret it, I now had a number of new things to think about. The first thing was how much I truly loved Elijah’s body and cock and how very much I hoped he wanted to fuck me again. And again and again. But there were other things as well, and they’d all have to be dealt with.
For instance, there were the plain facts that I’d just given my virginity to Elijah — my boss. I always knew I’d lose my virginity some day, but I would never have thought I’d lose it under circumstances like these.
That was actually the easiest part to deal with. What worried me more was that Elijah had no idea that what he’d just done to me was my first time. If he knew that he’d just taken my virginity, what would he think?
He had gotten naked with me and fucked me under the assumption that I was already an experienced woman. What would he think if he knew the truth? Would he think I’d had him fuck me under false pretenses? Would he think I’d used him to lose my maidenhood? Was it even possible for a man to feel a thing like that? I didn’t know. Even though I was no longer virginal, I was feeling how truly inexperienced I was.
And then there was the fact of my background, where I’d come from, how I was raised. Elijah had never brought up any details about my past and hadn’t really asked me about my family. I had no reason to think he’d looked into my past any more than an employer would routinely check the past of a job applicant, so I assumed that he didn’t know I was a pastor’s daughter. There was also the question of what he’d think if he knew he had just deflowered the daughter of a man of the cloth. Elijah was an experienced, worldly guy, but was he as worldly as that? It was another troubling unknown.
But, the one overriding fact was that Elijah, this hunk of exquisitely perfect sexy maleness, had just had my pussy and he’d loved it as much as I’d loved having his cock. And having gotten that cock once, I wanted so very much more. All of my misgivings aside, I had absolutely loved my introduction to sex and wanted to become as fully acquainted with it as I could be.
I wanted Elijah’s body. I wanted him inside me. I wanted his kiss, his body, his dick, balls, ass, and cum. I just wanted this man — every last bit of him.
Elijah broke the silence with an intoxicated-sounding groan. He turned onto his side, facing me, and kissed me, a kiss as sweet as any I’d ever had, as if to thank me for what I’d just let him do. After that, I should have been the one thanking him.
I rolled onto my side as well, the better to look at the man who was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life. He began to brush his knuckles gently against my nipple, producing new tingles inside me, and said, “That was one fucking hot lay.”
There was no arguing that. It was even hotter than he knew. I sighed at him, relishing what he was doing to my nipple, another thing I was feeling for the first time. “It was,” I said softly back.
He moved his hand from my nipple down beneath my pubes to run his fingers along the opening of my pussy, slippery with his cum. It was like a promise of more screwing — a promise that I hoped he would keep.
“Anyone ever tell you, you have a really tight little cunt there?” Elijah asked. “Mmm, so tight around my cock; I love that.”
Mesmerized by the feeling of his fingers in my most private place, I forgot myself and said, “No. Never.” And only when the words were out of my mouth did I feel a hot flash of alarm at what I’d just let slip.
Elijah blinked in surprise. “Really? No one ever? As tight as your little twat is? Shit, I thought you’d squeeze the fucking jizz right out of me.”
I stammered, “O-oh. I…um…I’ve only had one really serious boyfriend. And, it’s been a while since it ended.” It wasn’t really a lie, after all. It was just truer than Elijah could know.
“And, he never mentioned how tight your cunt is? He should have appreciated where he was sticking his dick.”
Letting him make the assumption he was making, I just gazed down the muscles of his chest and abs to the limp, but still long hose of his dick. I sucked on my lower lip, my mind filled with the way it felt and tasted in my mouth, and how awesome it felt inside my pussy. I wanted so much more of it. “You have such a beautiful one,” I said.
“Mmm,” he responded. “And, I love to fuck with it. The only thing I love more than sticking it in a pussy is sticking it in a really tight pussy.” He let his fingertips enter me, a further promise of delight. “And, I’d love to get a lot more of yours. A whole hell of a lot.”
The excitement of what he just gave me such a stir in me, like a brewing storm of passion. I kissed him encouragingly. “I want you, Elijah. I think I’ve always wanted you inside me. It felt so amazing.”
“I’m glad you feel that way,” he said. “I have an idea.”
“What?”
“How would it be,” I asked, “if we took this back to my apartment? I have a great big king-size bed with really soft sheets and plenty of room to roll around and mess around in. We could just jump into my bed and do everything for the rest of the afternoon. Think you could handle sucking my cock and letting me eat your pussy and hump you and come in you ‘til dinnertime?”
“Oh, God, I’d love that,” I exhaled at him. His fingers were still probing my pussy, filling me with ever more desire for more of his dick.
“Then, I could take us out someplace nice for dinner,” he added.
“On a Saturday night?” I wondered. “On short notice?”
“I’m very well connected,” he said, casually reminding me of how wealthy he was. “When they hear it’s me, they’ll fit me in.” He pecked at my lips. “Fitting in” was evidently not a problem anywhere for Elijah — not in a restaurant, nor between a girl’s legs.
“That sounds nice,” I said.
“Not as nice as what’ll happen after dinner, when I take you back to my place, get your beautiful ass back in my bed, and hold you and lie on top of you and stick my fucking cock up your pussy all night long.” He kissed me hard and moved his fingers deeper into my sex. My whole body hummed. “What do you say? Is that a plan?”
“Oh, yes,” I exhaled at him again. “I want you. I just want you.” I kissed him back, kissing my virginity goodbye at the same time. I wouldn’t miss it, not after being fucked by Elijah, and not when he was fucking me again as he said he wanted to do.
“Good,” said Elijah, slowly fucking me with his fingers, making me whimper softly with growing arousal and desire. “Because all I want now is this pussy. As much of this tight, hot pussy as I can get. And right now, before we leave… I can’t go without fucking you one more time. How about letting me fuck your pussy one more time for the road?”
“Please, yes,” I said breathlessly. “Please.”
We shifted on the sofa cushions, me moving onto my back and opening my legs for him as if I’d been letting hot guys fuck me for years, Elijah moving back on top of me and back between my thighs. A blossom of joy opened up inside me as he moved his newly hardened dick back into me, and I held him and made sounds of pure wonder at his passionate return to fucking me.