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Wednesday, November 16, 2011

You Gon' Learn Today! - An Erotic Tale...

You Gon' Learn Today! - An Erotic Tale...

I was in boarding school and things were different back then. I think they still have corporal punishment in some states, like Texas, but in most places it's been phased out. But we were good Catholics, or we were supposed to be, and if you spared the rod, you spoiled the child. Hell, that was why my parents put me there in the first place. My father couldn't stand to say no, my mother couldn't say anything but, and they decided between them that someone else should raise their daughter.

So the nuns and the priests attempted to curb my voracious appetite for trouble for four years. They failed miserably. By the time I was a senior, my birthday just passed in a haze of alcohol and sex—the drinking age was still eighteen then—I'd been disciplined more times than I could count, suspended from classes and nearly expelled, twice. I was always scraping by, just barely, but it was cool with me.

Father Lawrence had the task of disciplining me for my latest transgression. I had just gotten caught in the dorm room of the star quarterback and he was eating my pussy to kingdom come! I had been snatched out of his bed in the middle of my orgasm (How FUCKED up is that?!) and sent to the head priest's office. The nuns had pretty much given up and handed me over to the priests, which was fine, as far as I was concerned. The priests were more direct. They liked to use the paddle—a thick piece of wood that Father Samuels, who taught physics, had drilled several holes through (for less air resistance)—and while it stung, it was over pretty quickly. And the good thing about Father Lawrence was that he hated to give sermons. It was always straight to the punishment.

"Over the desk, Christina."

I knew the drill. I bent over his wide desk and lifted my skirt—they weren't supposed to touch us except with objects—exposing the seat of my black lace panties. It was a typical school uniform, navy skirt, white blouse, white knee socks, Mary Janes. We looked like clones running up and down the halls on our way to classes.

"For every blow, you must say an act of contrition."

"Yes, Father."

I waited, my heart hammering in my chest. I wasn't afraid of it anymore, but there was a sick sort of anticipated dread anyway in the moments before.

SMACK!

I winced, beginning:

"Oh my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee, and I detest all my sins because I fear the loss of heaven and the pains of hell..."

The second SMACK! came long before I could finish, and I began again with a gasp, "Oh my God, I am heartily sorry for..."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Father!" I whimpered, my whole ass on fire with pain. It hadn't been like this before. "Please!"

"That's right," he murmured. "Beg."

SMACK!

"Oh!" I buried my face in my arms, trying to hide from the pain. "Oh please, I'm sorry, please..."

"You've been in my office fourteen times this year, Christina!" SMACK! "And you've said an act of contrition for every blow!" SMACK! "And yet you're still running around like a Whore Of Babylon aren't you?"

I would have screamed when he grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as he growled his last question, but my voice was gone. I thought the Father had gone crazy.

"What will it take to get through to you, girl?" He shook my head, back and forth, and I looked at him with wild eyes. His whole body pressed me against the desk, the weight of him incredible, and I gasped for breath. "This thing is pointless with you!"

He threw the paddle and it clattered on the marble floor. "Your sins are of the flesh...Perhaps you need a lesson in that!"

He let me go and I collapsed on the desk, feeling tears stinging my eyes, rolling down my cheeks, although I fought them.

"Perhaps..." His voice had turned thoughtful, and I chanced a puzzled glance back over my shoulder just in time to see his hand coming down toward my ass.

SMACK! The solid sound of flesh on flesh filled the room, and he did it again. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I cried out, trying to wiggle away, but he grabbed my hips, pulling my panties down to my knees, and kept going, a steady rhythm, over and over. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Please Father!" I sobbed. I'd forgotten all about hiding my pain, my fear—and I was afraid now. He was crazed, mad, and I didn't have any idea what he might do. "Please, I'm sorry! I've sinned, I've sinned, I'm sorry...sorry for having...offended...Thee...Owwwww!"

His hands spread my legs wide, pressing my thighs open and my eyes widened in panic. "Sins of the flesh," he muttered, and I felt his body pressing, his robes lifting, parting like a black sea, and the heat of his crotch against the stinging phatness of my ass.

"Father, please!" He grabbed my hair again, and I sobbed when he shoved his dick into me, the final humiliation.

"You need a good lesson," he grunted, thrusting deep. I whimpered, unable to believe this was happening, that a priest had just impaled me across his desk and was now beginning to fuck me. I'd been fucked before—and loved it—but this? This was crazy, an abomination, a...

"A good...hard...LESSON!" Each word was punctuated by a thrust, and his hands found his way underneath me to grab my titties through my blouse, shoving it aside and tearing off a button to reach under my bra and squeeze my flesh.

"I see the paddle doesn't work..." He gasped when he felt my nipples hardening. "So maybe you need a lesson from the HOLY STAFF! YOU GON' LEARN TODAY!"

"Oh God," I moaned as he pounded me harder, his fingers squeezing both of my nipples, sending hot shocks down to my pussy. I was wet—God help me, I was so wet, and his thick dick was pumping fast, filling me up, his thighs spreading mine wide, driving me toward the deepest sin I'd ever known.

He'd gone crazy, and I was going crazy right along with him. My box was on fire, my nipples burned, and I knew we were both going to hell, but I didn't care. Father Lawrence groaned when I squeezed my pussy around his dick, arching my back, fucking him back as I made my ass clap all around him.

"You're a bad girl!" He smacked my ass, hard, and I jumped, the sensation vibrating through me. "Bad!" SMACK! "Bad!" SMACK!

"Fuck me Father!" I cried, spreading wider, wanting more. "Yes!"

"I see why all the boys wantin' this pussy now! It's made for sin! Ahhhhhhhhh, God, forgive us all!" He groaned, grinding his hips into mine, and I trembled beneath, feeling my climax coming and unable to stop my passion from flowing around his dick. I was beaten, broken, humiliated, and completely at his mercy as I writhed in my own pleasure on the desk while he fucked me senseless. I didn't have time to think or breathe or speak when he grabbed me again by the hair and shoved me down to my knees on the floor.

"You will learn my child! You will be penitent!" He insisted, shoving his dick deep into my throat with a low groan. I gagged, but I took it, hearing him whisper, "I am your bread and wine," just before throwing his head back and letting go. My mouth flooded with his cum and I choked, swallowing, tears streaming down my face as I took it all, every last bit, looking up wide-eyed at this priest, this man I didn't know anymore, wearing black robes and a white collar.

He moved away from me then and pulled out of my throat, leaving me gasping on my dirty knees, mascara streaked down my cheeks, blouse torn open, pussy dripping with my unexpected lust. His robes fell back into place and he leaned against the desk, breathing hard, composing himself.

Finally, he waved his hand toward the door, not looking at me. "Now leave me."

I stood on shaky legs, wobbling toward the door, when I heard him say, "You will return tomorrow for further punishment. God is not done with you yet!"

No. No, he really wasn't, I discovered. Not by a long shot. Father Lawrence's punishment went on and on, until I thought I would die from the pleasure and the pain (and the guilt), and my only fear was that it might end. But it didn't. Thank you God, it didn't.

He continued to punish me, not sparing his rod, every single day for the rest of the year. I'm still unsure whether to thank him or hate him for the good, hard lessons he taught me. And I did learn...I did indeed!

Friday, November 11, 2011

She Likes To Watch - An Erotic Tale...

She Likes To Watch - An Erotic Tale...

I love watching a man beat his dick. It's a little fetish of mine, and I think it started when my boyfriend claimed he never masturbated. I couldn't imagine -- I know I did, all the time, and according to the statistics, men supposedly do it much more than women. It took him over a year before he was willing to let me give him a handjob...and it was even longer than that before he would beat his dick in front of me. And that was only after I caught him. Well, actually...after he caught me watching. Let me tell you about that...

I'd been watching for a while. I was a bad influence on him...I actually introduced HIM to porn! Can you believe it? He discovered he loved watching two girls together and I'd purchased several girl-on-girl videos just for him. He couldn't resist…which is exactly what I was counting on. At night, after he thought I was asleep, he'd sneak into the living room and put on some lesbian porn. Me? I'd wait to hear the low moans of the girls on the television before sneaking out myself, watching him from the doorway.

The angle from the door was a good one -- I could see his profile, leaning back into the couch, his dick standing straight up inside his pumping fist. I could also see the television screen, the girls there humping a double dildo between them, riding a black jellied dick and moaning loudly. It was hard to decide which to watch, the movement of his hand up and down the length of his dick, or the sweet sight of two wet pussies, one blonde, one dark, impaled on a slick dildo. Just standing there, my pussy was beginning to get wet.

When the girls on screen started moaning louder, fucking faster, pressing their pussies as close as they could, his hand moved faster. When the blonde reached out to squeeze the dark-haired girl's nipple, I heard a sharp intake of his breath and his hand moved even faster.

"Oh, God, baby, I'm cummin’, I'm cummin’!" The dark-haired girl moaned, her belly quivering, her whole body stiff, and I saw his hand squeezing the tip of his dick -- hard -- a bit of precum gathered at the tip. The sight made me breathless with lust and I ached to go lick it off, but I didn't want him to know I was there.

I finally gave into the yearning between my legs, sliding my hand down to touch myself. I was afraid to interrupt him, thinking he'd be so embarrassed about being caught that he'd stop. I definitely didn't want him to stop. I wanted to see him cum. I needed it. The dark-haired girl had changed positions, so she was licking the blonde, using the dildo to fuck her at the same time, the end in her hand, the dick had been inside her pussy, still shiny and slick.

"Oh shit," I heard him whisper as the blonde played with her nipples, pinching, squeezing, moaning, begging the other girl to lick her pussy faster.

"Oh, baby, yes, that's soooo good!" the blonde moaned, reaching her fingers down to spread her pussy lips wider. "Eat that wet ass pussy! Oh God! Lick it 'til I cum all over your face!"

He was jerking himself fast now…so fast…his breath filling the room. His hand shuffled up and down the thick length of his dick, finally focusing right at the head, his eyes half-closed as he watched the screen. My eyes went from him to the TV and back again, my fingers wet, rubbing my clit while I watched. My pussy ached, my nipples hard under my t-shirt, as he pumped faster, harder, his breath coming in panting gasps, his hips bucking up, his toes curling. He was close. So was I.

"That's it!" The blonde arched, spread, came, the dark haired girl pumping that slick dick furiously into her pussy, her tongue a blur over her clit. 

"Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhh shit! I'm cummin’! I'm FUCKING cummin’!" He groaned as he came, his dick spurting hot, white jets of it over his hand, landing thickly on his stomach. Just the sight of his cum made me cum, too, shuddering against the doorway, pressing myself there, my warm juices running down my thighs, like a waterfall. The feeling was so intense I thought I'd collapse.

I moaned as my orgasm subsided, unable to help myself…I couldn't keep quiet…and that's when he saw me. Our eyes locked, and I saw a myriad of emotions cross his face...from embarrassment to excitement. Finally, the latter won out and I went over to him to clean up the mess he made...with my tongue. It turned him on so much to watch me lick up the very essence of him. He returned the favor of course, licking all of the remaining juices from my pussy and thighs without fail. From then on, he beat his dick in front of me whenever I asked him to...if only for the clean up!

But sometimes I still sneak downstairs and watch when he thinks he's alone. What can I say? It’s what turns me on…don’t judge me!

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Prostate Play - An Erotic Tale...

*This story was inspired by one of my friends who told me how much her boyfriend was obsessed with anal sex. I've never really written about it before so I decided to add something different to the repertoire. Enjoy!*
  
Prostate Play - An Erotic Tale...

All he could think about was her ass. She was fucking beautiful, inside and out, and her pussy had provided him more pleasure than most men could only dream about in a lifetime. But he couldn't stop thinking about her asshole, that sweetly puckered opening, so tightly closed, so vulnerable. His boys had all tried it at least once, but he had yet to experience the pleasure for himself. What was wrong with him?

Shit, Chantel even put out at least three or four times a week, still, after five years of marriage. Hakeem didn't have much to complain about, and he certainly didn't have a right to demand much more. Did he?

He'd tried to satisfy his curiosity with porn. Chantel didn't care if he watched porn (See? Yet another amazing thing about his wife!) and he indulged on occasion. He'd visited all the ass-sites he could find—Ass Traffic, Anal Hell, Ass Stabbin', you name it—thinking, hoping, it would ease his hunger to experience it all first hand. Instead, watching women spreading open their cheeks, taking a lubed up finger and then a well-oiled dick up that tight hole—seemed to have increased his need.

Not cool.

They had sex pretty much whenever he wanted to—she was very compliant, but never in a bored sort of way. She was always eager to please, and had indulged a great many of his fetishes over the years, including some S&M and even a rape role-play. The woman was amenable to almost anything—except anal, apparently. But still, he couldn't stop fantasizing about it, and it was always worse during sex.

"Please, Tel?" He murmured, having already wetted his finger, his dick a steel rod in her pussy from just looking down at the tight rosebud of her asshole. He loved her on her hands and knees like that. "It's just my finger."

She sighed, her shoulders slumping on the bed. But still, he pressed onward, sliding his wet finger over her ass, teasing the hole. The wrong hole, she would say. Fuck, that shit was hot. He loved watching it tighten whenever his finger got near. Somehow her refusal made it even more sexy. God, what was wrong with him?

"Hakeem, come on." She glanced over her shoulder, pulling her dark hair away from her face. He knew the look—but he couldn't help himself. "We've talked about it and I done told you no!" She never understood the big thing men had about trying anal sex and certainly was in no mood to try to that night.

"It's so sexy, baby. Let's try somethin' new!" He probed a little, making her gasp. "It turns me on like shit!"

"Well, it doesn't turn me on!" She pouted—she was incredibly beautiful and sexy when she pouted, and he almost gave up—but his fingertip was almost inside, her asshole contracting, as if it were trying to push him out, and that made his dick swell to monstrous proportions. It made him want to cum. God, if he could just slide the tip of his dick inside of her... just the tip...

"Just give it a chance," he begged. He knew he sounded like Keith Sweat, but he didn't care. Her pussy squeezed him every time she tried to press his finger out of her ass, and the sensation was incredible.

"No!" Her tone changed and he winced. "It hurts!"

He sighed, slowly withdrawing his finger and muttered, "It can't hurt that much."

"Goddamnit, Hakeem!" Her eyes flashed, and she turned on him in an instant, pushing him down onto the bed, spread-eagle. Shocked, he watched her shove his thighs open with her palms, her finger probing between his ass cheeks. "You want to know what it feels like? Huh?"

"Yo, Tel! What the fuck you do---" Any words disappeared when she licked her finger and plunged it into his ass—no warning, no buildup, just a straight shot in. He gasped, eyes wide, his dick spasming at the sensation. It was foreign—wrong...all kinds of wrong! He wanted her to stop, but she wasn't hearing that shit!

"'Please Tel,'" she mimicked him, her finger working faster. She pressed another one in, making him wince and then moan. "'Let me put my finger in your ass. Let me put my dick in your ass. Let me fuck your ass. What's wrong with my pussy, huh?'"

"Nothing... I...Oh fuck, Chantel!"

She was breathing hard with the effort, her fingers working in and out of his asshole, tickling his prostate. She had read somewhere that the prostate was the guys' "G-Spot" and that it can arouse unbelievable orgasms out of them...but she had never actually DONE it before. She had to admit, she liked being in control and teaching Hakeem a lesson. "How do you like it, then? How does that feel?"

Hakeem groaned, feeling something welling up inside of him as she massaged him deep, her fierce fingers plunging hard, his dick so stiff and swollen he thought he might bust. He grabbed it to keep that very thing from happening, but he couldn't stop it. He was going to cum.

"Huh?" Chantel growled. "How do you like it, Hakeem?"

"Ahhhh fuck, I love it!" he cried, his dick exploding in his fist, the first hot spurt of his cum hitting his stomach, the next landing on his balls and sliding thickly down toward her pumping fingers. He shuddered uncontrollably, the pressure of her fingers buried in his ass forcing more cum than he thought humanly possible from the tip of his dick, across his abs, over his thighs.

Chantel stopped, her face frozen in shock. Then she laughed. "Well goddamn..."

He groaned when she moved her fingers, sliding them slowly out. "God, that felt so fucking good! Shit!" He took a shaky breath, looking down at her bewildered face.

"So much for teaching you a lesson," she snorted, shaking her head in disbelief.

"I guess." He chuckled. "But apparently you CAN teach old dogs new tricks...so now there's NO excuse why you can't try it! And you better not tell anybody I let you do that either!"

Chantel burst out laughing, shook her head and agreed not to tell. Since he was such a good sport she decided she'd let him try on his upcoming birthday...since he liked it so much, she figured she might too.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Bookstore Browsing - An Erotic Tale...

Bookstore Browsing - An Erotic Tale...

As I stood in the campus bookstore debating on whether or not I should get this book for class, I saw him. I saw him walk in and stroll through the aisles casually as if he was browsing for nothing in particular. I watched him intently as he picked up a book and skimmed through the pages. He looked so good that I started to lick my lips at the mere thought of having him for my own personal pleasures. Suddenly, he looked up and caught me mid-stare (and mid-lick) and I couldn't look away fast enough.

Mortified, I walked to the back of the bookstore and tried to get over my embarassment in private. I put my head in my hands and shook my head, hoping that he would leave so I could do my walk of shame soon after. When I decided to peek and see if he exited, there he was, right in front of me. I gasped in shock because he startled me and saw the look on his face...he was grinning...like a devilish little boy who had successfully stolen a cookie from the jar without detection. And the next thing I knew...

His hand was on my neck as he pushed me against a bookcase. He started kissing me, his lips were soft, firm and demanding...and I opened up to him. I was too shocked (and pleasantly surprised) to be angry. I felt the other hand slide around my waist and pull me against him. I always thought in the back of my mind that he looked just like Chris Brown...and now it seemed as if he were about to take ME down! Was this REALLY about to happen here?! I heard him groan faintly and it brought me back to my senses. I pulled back and he let go. He simply smiled at me and licked his lips. My breathing was heavy and I felt my nipples tighten in response to the kiss.

He just smiled and said, "Damn girl!" I shivered from his voice. It was smooth, like fur rubbing on my skin.

"Wow," was my only reply. My fingers touched my lips. I couldn't believe this was actually happening...after all the fantasizing I'd done...it was REAL! He held out his hand and I automatically gave him mine.

"I've been seeing you around campus and when I saw you here, I knew I had to taste you," he murmured. He pulled me to him slowly and I realized that he'd been fantasizing about me too! Maybe he noticed me occasionally checking him out, I thought to myself.

"You wanna come with me?" He asked softly.

"Yes...," was my only reply.

We walked out to the street and he opened a car door for me. I climbed in the black town car and watched in fascination as he slid in beside me and closed the door. Dark on the inside, it kept the world outside and ours inside. He even had his own driver! I didn't know he had money like that. The car moved forward and it finally dawned on me that I had gotten into a stranger's car and I backed up against the door.

He looked at me quizzically and then smiled. Oh, his smile was so gorgeous!

"Don't be scared, babygirl. I don't usually do this kinda thing. I saw you standing there and you just radiated all this sexual energy that I just had to taste you. I'm drawn to you. You are so fucking perfect." he said. "I'm Ray," and held his hand out.

I looked at it, feeling a bit silly. After all he said all those nice things. I took his hand and wondered how strong it was and so much bigger than my own.

"I know who you are...I've seen you around. I'm Destiny," I replied, feeling a bit more comfortable. He took my hand and turned it palm up and kissed it. I shivered from the feel of his lips and jaw. Most men have rough faces but his was smooth. He trailed up my thumb and sucked it into his mouth and I groaned. He was so good with his tongue! I moved closer and watched in fascination as he sucked on my thumb. My eyes traveled over his features. Strong chin, caramel skin, close haircut. His eyes opened and pinned me. Hazel brown with lust in them. I melted a little more.

He slowly pulled my thumb out of his mouth and leaned forward to kiss me. I let him. I wanted him to kiss me. He opened his mouth slightly and pressed his lips to mine. I opened mine and let him in. It was all he needed. He groaned and pulled me against him, pinning me between the leather seats and his hard, warm body.

His hand caressed my shoulder as he kissed me. It was more than a kiss, this was a form of sex for him. I moaned into his open mouth and his grip tightened around my waist. His tongue slid into my mouth and excited mine. He was demanding, yearning. My tongue touched his and I felt us blend together. He wanted me to respond. My nipples were stiff in my bra, aching with need. My hands wrapped around his neck and I pressed myself to him. I could feel the hard muscles under his shirt. He smelled so good. Even better than I imagined.

The more our tongues danced, the more aggressive he became. He slid a hand under my t-shirt and rubbed my flesh. He groaned and his hand moved up to my swollen breast, massaging it. I whimpered into his mouth and he broke the kiss.

I felt lost without his lips on mine and he pulled my shirt up to see what he was holding. He leaned down and tongued my breast, pulling it out and sucking the nipple into his mouth. My head fell back and I moaned out loud. My hand caressed his head and the other slid under his jacket to his back. Hard muscles flexed under my hand but all I could really feel was his mouth on my titty. Oh this man got skills, I thought dimly.

My legs were clamped shut, my pussy closed to him. I was afraid if I opened them, it would be the end of me. He pulled back and tongued my nipple and I watched through a haze of lust as he gently pulled the other out and moved to it. I pulled him to me. I couldn't help it, I had to have him!

"Destiny," I heard him murmur against my nipple and I shivered from the sound.

"Mmmmm, Ray," I replied. My eyes full of hunger, I smiled at him. He he let go of me and sat up while pulling my shirt down. The car door opened and he took my hand and pulled me out into the sunlight. I blinked at the harsh light and let him lead me into a very elite building. MONEY INDEED! We walked to the elevator and stepped in. I moved close to him and held his bicep. I felt very exposed. He looked at me and smiled and kissed me lightly on the forehead.

When the elevator opened he stepped out into a modern looking living room. I looked around and wondered where the hell I was.

"Welcome to my spot," he said. I smiled and let go of him and walked to the couch. I turned to find him a couple steps behind, his eyes focused on me. He took my hand and led me to his bedroom.

He pulled me to him and kissed me hard. He pushed my pelvis to his and I could feel his dick through his jeans. It felt impressive but I had to see for myself. I reached down to unbutton his shirt and he let go of my mouth to watch me. I undid one at a time, my fingers touching his chest and stomach as I went. I let my hands roam back up to his chest, rubbing my palms on his nipples. He inhaled sharply. I slid his shirt back over his shoulders, taking the jacket and shirt to the floor. He definitely worked out. I just wanted to worship each one of his muscles.

"Fair is fair," he said. Ray put my arms up in the air and pulled my shirt off. He smiled when he saw the front clasp on my bra and unsnapped it, letting it fall to the floor. My breasts spilled free and his hands tightened over them. I saw his eyes darken and he glanced up at me before he sucked the right one into his mouth. My head fell back and I moaned out loud. I was pretty sure we were alone. He moved a bit and I saw him kick his shoes off. So I did too. The soft carpeting underneath me and Ray over me sucking my flesh made me shiver and I held him to me as he flicked my nipple with his tongue.

I felt my pussy moisten at that point and my panties and jeans were soaked instantly. I've never been this turned on by just someone's mouth before. I reached down and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper. They fell to the floor and he smiled.

"Fair is fair, right?" I asked with a smile.

Ray kneeled in front of me. He unsnapped my jeans and pulled those and my panties down. I had to steady myself by holding onto his shoulders, my knees were so weak. He stopped to look at my wetness and stood.

"You're so beautiful, Destiny," he said as he nudged me back on the bed. I laid down and felt cool sheets under my heated skin. I watched as he stripped himself and gasped at the size of his dick. It was a nice length but it was so damn thick! My pussy spasmed at just the thought of having it inside me and I shivered from anticipation.

"I'm glad you approve cause I'm about to give you every inch of this dick," were his only words as he pushed my legs apart and climbed between them. He hovered over me and took his time looking at my body. I could feel his eyes take in my long black hair, full D-cupped breasts, flat stomach and thick thighs. He exhaled loudly and slowly lowered himself on top of me. He kissed me gently, running his tongue along my lips. He was built, hard muscles pushing onto me. He felt solid to me and I liked it. My hands roamed his back down to his ass and I could feel hard muscles flexing under my fingertips. My breasts were pressed to his chest and I could feel his nipples poking into me. But I couldn't feel his hips on mine. By instinct, I pulled my legs up and wrapped them around his hips and he groaned into my mouth. But still didn't lower himself to me. I wondered what he was waiting for when he suddenly shoved his dick into me!

I broke the kiss and arched my back, crying out at the invasion. He was so fucking huge! I felt as if he was splitting me open. He was all the way inside me and I couldn't breathe. I took short breaths as he pushed his arms under my shoulders to hold my head still with his fingers. I was panting and slowly opened my eyes to see him watching me intensely.

"Mmmmmm...you feel so fucking good inside," Ray said and kissed me gently. All I could do was whimper. My body was on fire and my muscles gripped his dick so hard I thought he would never be able to move.

But he did. Slowly at first, giving me the chance to calm down and feel his dick thrust into me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and scratched my nails across his back.

"Don't stop Ray...please don't stop," I whispered. His only response was to push deeper inside of me and I gasped as he pulled back to the very tip and sink deep inside me again.

"Look at me," he commanded. I opened my eyes. "This is what I wanted in the bookstore...what I wanted when I would see you looking at me around campus...I know you've been wanting this shit, too!," he said against my lips.

"Yesssssssssssssss," I whispered. His hips pulled back and he continued to pound me hard with his dick. I whimpered and moved my legs up. He groaned aloud and fucked me harder. I could feel his hips crash against mine with lightning speed but as hard as he was fucking me, his kisses remained soft and gentle. I couldn't move, all I could feel was Ray. All I could smell was Ray. All I could taste was Ray. The sensations rolling through me while being taken by him made me shiver. I wanted him to fuck me, to kiss me, to explode inside me. I wanted ALL of him. And I wanted it NOW.

"Please, Ray," I muttered against his lips.

"What you want me to do for you baby?" He replied.

"I can't...I need you to...," I panted.

I panted through my haze of lust. "Take me, make me yours, make me cum for you," I managed to whisper.

"Yessssssssss," he hissed and kissed me hard, forcing his tongue inside my mouth. I opened willingly and gave him what he wanted from me. My lust, my desire, my burning need to cum all over his dick and grind my hips to his rhythm underneath him.

His hips shifted and he rammed himself inside me, sliding in and out so easy, I was beyond wet. He shoved into me and I screamed as I exploded around him, underneath him. I stopped breathing as my body shook with pleasure. My pussy gripped him so tight that he had to slow down and my hips bucked against his as I climaxed around his dick. I gave him my orgasm and he groaned so loud as he pushed into me one last time and came inside me, emptying his seed into my overflowing pussy.

I lay under him, shivering, my body riding one climax after another when I started to breathe again. I opened my eyes and watched as he shook through the last of his orgasm. His eyes were closed and his hips were still jerking into me. I took all of him in. I knew I reciprocated his pleasure and I collapsed under him satisfied. He did the same and lay on top of me, sinking into my body. I just laid there, my legs slowly sliding down his, falling to the bed.

I couldn't move, neither could he. He slowly lifted his head and kissed me gently.

"Destiny," he whispered.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Stay with me?"

"I couldn't move if I tried," I replied with a smile.