"Lay back, Spread your legs," he growled softly, watching her naked body in the soft light of early evening that filtered through the curtains in his room. He'd found her like this-- naked. On his bed. Waiting for him. How quickly she'd learned. He couldn't help but smile as his mind flipped back to just a few days previous. The first time he'd taken her. Fucked her...the first time she'd ever been properly fucked.
She came to his house, all innocent blushes and sweet curiosity; for help with her chemistry. She was struggling so, and he was so smart, if only he could spare her a few hours, she knew she could finally make a decent grade in the only class that was making her freshman year at college difficult. But he had seen, as she hoped he would, that it wasn't her homework she'd truly needed help with.
His little lover had been so blushingly, sweetly, shy as she let herself be seduced, then taken by him. He hadn't been gentle. His cock went solid as rock, throbbed as he thought of those wide, frightened eyes, the absolute shock that made her muscles quiver and her hips buck involuntarily when he'd pushed two long, thick fingers into her all but virgin cunt. He wasn't a fumbling boy looking for a quick feel and an even quicker hand job. She'd shuddered and cried softly that it hurt, but hadn't asked him to stop. Not that he would haveโcould have with this sweet young thing naked and writhing for him.
He lost count of how many times he made her cum. On his fingers. His Tongue. Under the rough slap and grip of his palm between her tight little thighs. He had used just the tip of his cock on her until she was sobbing, clawing at him, mindless. Then he'd taken her and she'd screamed, the sound as he penetrated her in one hard strokeโshe was so tight it hurt them bothโ made him cum that first time, halfway inside her while she whimpered beneath him.
Then he'd fucked her. The sweet, sucking tightness of her pussy made him hard again in minutesโhow could it not. Her newly violated flesh twitching, clenching around him while she gasped, mewed, wriggled under him. He moved in her, with her. Taking her up over and over. He knew hurt her, working her with his cock for what seemed like hours. He had time now that the first cum had taken the edge off. Orgasm after orgasm made her thighs clench around him, her chest heave, her sweet as raspberries nipples were hard, angry and aching, her pussy raw. When she finally went limp in his arms her sweet blue eyes, no longer innocent, sliding closed as she fainted, he came in her again. The mixture of their juices poured out of her, wetting her thighs and his. It dripped down the crack of her ass as he pulled out of her, watched her, lying limp on his bed, her chest rising erratically, her body visibly twitching when he ran his hand over her drenched sex. He cupped her, stroked softly until she quieted and slept.
Images of that first night, when she'd slept in his bed because her roommate was out of town and wouldn't notice her absence, clamored through his mind, vying for attention, tangled with the image of her naked sexโhere, now, in front of him. She complied with his request, leaning back on her elbows, still sitting up enough to watch him. She spread her legs, the sweetest of sluts, pulling her knees up, tucking her feet against the tight curve of her ass and letting her thighs go lax. Her pussy flowered for him. Slick. Pink. Tight. His.
Without a word he leaned forward, pushed two fingers into her and listened to her gasp. The sound still full of that delicious combination of pleasure and pain that made him want to fuck her until they both couldn't move. He took his time though, sliding the thick digits in and out of her, watching her juices coat his skin. "You're wet for me little girl." It wasn't a question, and she only nodded her response, rocking her hips slightly to meet the steady thrust of his fingers. She was lost to the sensation. He loved that about her; how willing she was to surrender to what he wanted to do to her body. Tonight they'd see how willing. He had plans.
He lingered on the next stroke, just teasing the tender opening of her sex with the pads of his slippery fingers until she moaned and whispered, her voice already husky with need "Please. Inside me." Without warning he roughly filled her again, using three fingers this time, stretching her farther so that she cried out. He lifted her off the bed, using only the force of his hand, grinding the fingers into her, impaling her on them and holding them in her until she started to hump against them, needing more. He smiled, and leaned over her bowed body to kiss her mouth, using his tongue to fuck another of her sweet, pink lipped holes. He swallowed her scream as he held her high on his fingers and dragged his thumb roughly over her clit, making her cum, just as he wanted to, as if he'd simply flipped a switch. He kept her there, on the edge until she sobbed, the sound wild and broken, and then pulled his fingers from her all at once, let her fall, limp and shaking, back to the bed.
She didn't say anything-- Couldn't really. Her body was humming, twitching. It absorbed most of her attention. She tried to come down, to focus on him. She wanted to try so many things. Ask him questions. Suck his cock. He hadn't let her do that yet. She knew the taste of his cum. He'd fed it to her last time, after he woke her in the early morning. He used his cock to tease her sore and swollen pussy, rubbed it over her lips and her clit, not entering her, but teasing her with the threat of it, until he came above her. He coated her slit and her stomach with his seed, then let her lick it off his fingers while he murmured to her that she ate cum like a hungry little whore.
She was lost in her own imaginings and memories so she didn't quite notice when he moved from the end of the bed to strip off his clothes. He didn't go far. If she could only find the energy she could reach out, roll over. Touch him. Suck him. But she was still shaking and all she could do was stare hungrily at the skin he revealed.
"I brought you a present, my sweet. You'll love it." She didn't ask what it was, or sit up to take it from him, just laid there, thighs still spread as he'd first asked, her skin now smeared, creamy, glistening with her own cum.