Then I felt it-I was gonna cum. I didn't realize it until I started. I lost control of my body completely as I twisted and turned after his tongue. I was drained. My body went limp. He came up after devouring every last drop, kissed my forehead and started sucking on a tit. His tongue, his miraculous tongue swirled around the nipple. I lifted his head off and kissed him, I tasted a little of my juice. We played tonsil hockey for a minute or two. He broke off and whispered, "Ready for the cherry popper?"
I nodded, very bravely I thought. My head swam, it was him, Anthony. My perfect Anthony. My baby-sky-blue eyes, my tan dark skin, my muscle pumped Anthony was going to enter my virgin body and take what can't be brought back. He plunged in and I didn't feel anything. I was drunk still, I guess. He pumped slowly in and out, slowly because as he cursed beautifully how tight I was, he became faster and faster. I finally couldn't take it and came again. I screamed out, I didn't know what was happening except I couldn't take in all the pleasure. I heard him grunt and under his breath say "damn she's a pure bred virgin and tight as fuck too" I moaned and screamed again. I felt warm spreading through my body and knew he came. I pulled out and I went limp. I couldn't take any more and told him.
He said "You're my best fuck" and kissed me as I fell sleep. I woke up hours later to him shaking me saying "we need to go home, angel" He kissed me and we got dressed. When we got to Carrie's (I was spending the night), we told her about our little fuck. She laughed and said, patting my shoulder "You're a good fucker, bitch, and know really, you're his bitch."
He crinkled his nose and then said, in a very bossy voice "fuck me again tonight bitch" I got up, curtsied, and said "yes sir, I will sir, good as earlier, maybe better as Im not drunk and have been popped" We fucked and it was just as good. We've fucked a fair few times since but haven't gotten to as often as I'd like.