Angelie stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom. She was completely nude. It was almost 8:30am, and Dave would soon be here. Her hair was, once again, pulled loosely back in a half ponytail. She lifted her large breasts briefly and let them fall. They bounced a moment and then settled. She patted her stomach and shook her head, almost in disgust. She turned to her side and smacked her thighs and her ass. Her expression was that of someone who just gulped lime juice. She wasn't sure if she liked what she saw in the mirror, but the words of Dave from the previous day was still fresh in her mind.
"You're beautiful. You have nothing to be shy about."
That's what he said. And if he liked what she was looking at in the mirror, then she shouldn't worry about it.
She reached over and took a dark green robe off a hook on her bedroom door, covering her nudity. She didn't bother putting anything else on. If yesterday was any indication, he'd have her out of that robe in minutes. Why make it difficult? No sense in putting on clothes if she was just going to be taken out of them anyway. She welcomed the idea that they would have sex again. She was not sad at the fact that she lost her virginity to Dave. She had liked him a lot, and for quite a while. She was happy that he was her first.
The doorbell rang and she limped out of her room. She was incredibly sore between her legs and it was somewhat difficult to walk. She fought through it though. She had to. Dave certainly intended on having more sex with her today. She achingly made her way downstairs and gave it her greatest effort to just walk normally and not show any signs of her pain.
She opened the door, wearing just her dark green robe. She smiled and greeted Dave, inviting him in. He leaned down and kissed her very nicely on the lips.
"Did you sleep good last night?" He asked.
"I did." She responded.
Despite her pain, she wasn't lying at all with that statement. She fell asleep shortly after dinner and slept through the night, like a log.
He leaned down and kissed her again, this time, a more passionate kiss. Their tongues embraced as their opened mouths connected. The kiss wasn't long, but didn't lack the intensity of their first couple of make-outs. He broke the kiss smoothly and removed his light jacket.
"Want something to drink?" She offered.
"Water would be great." He accepted.
She went into the kitchen and he took a seat on the couch.
Things weren't going as she expected. They had spent at least an hour just sitting on the couch, talking and laughing. She put on a movie and they cuddled up and watched it. Half way through the movie, he laid his head down on her lap, sprawling the length of the couch and she ran her fingers through his hair. She thought how nice this was. It was sort of like, they were dating, or even better, they were a couple. Were they a couple? Nothing like that had been discussed. It was never even brought up. Nothing was established. She shouldn't get ahead of herself. If she's too pushy, then it might ruin it. However, now that she pondered on it a bit, she wasn't really looking to just be a piece of ass for his leisure. Now wasn't the time though. This was really nice just sitting here, enjoying each other's company, and whatever happens from here, happens.
It was just a matter of time and now, it started to happen. The movie was nearing the end. He looked up at her and smiled. She smiled back. She leaned down and they started an intensely passionate kiss. She cooed as their tongues embraced again. He reached his hands up and caressed either side of her face. He reached a hand up and removed the loose hair tie, allowing her messy hair to fall freely over they're connected faces. With one hand, he grabbed her hair and their lips broke from each other's as he pulled her head back. He turned his body to its side, facing her. He began to kiss the inside of her thighs. She immediately sucked in a hard breath and her legs parted immediately. Using the tip of his tongue, he traced up and down her inner thighs. She closed her eyes and kept her breathing steady. With one hand, he untied the loose sash of her robe and it opened, exposing most of her front. He slid off the couch and positioned himself between her parted legs. His hands reached behind her knees and he pulled her forward so she was now sitting on the edge of the couch. She lay back, pushing her hips forward as he pushed her legs wide apart. He admired the thick and expansive bush of curly, jet-black pubic hair. She kept her eyes closed as his mouth made a beeline for her clitoris.
His tongue touched first, meeting the folds of her sex. The tip, moistening each side as it worked through and found her clitoris. He pressed his tongue flat against her and delivered a long, upward lick. He brought it down in the same motion, as if in reverse. His tongue began to flick at her clitoris, snake-like in motion. He brought a hand around and massaged her clitoris with his thumb while his tongue worked above, below, and all around it. He moved his thumb up and down, alternating in circles and direction, sometimes grazing it and sometimes pushing with pressure. His tongue worked from all around the clitoris, down to her opening, and returning. Her breathe was getting shallow. She was immensely aroused despite the soreness which was very much still there. His thumb pressed harder and circled faster. He inserted his tongue inside of her, probing in and out, coating it with her arousal. She felt his hot breath all over her and it was erotic. She slowly moved her hips up as his head moved forward and back, making love to her with his tongue. She felt the rush start. She was getting ready to cum. Dave sensed this and massaged her clit furiously with his thumb. Her legs tensed up and as quickly as it started to build, it happened and she was moaning, almost in a whiney tone, as she came.
Dave stood up and brought her to her feet. He removed the robe and tossed it on the floor. Angelie, deciding to show equal eagerness and aggression, pulled his shirt up and tippy-toed to pull it over his head and off. She gripped the waist of his sweats and yanked them down. To her surprise, he was wearing nothing under them. His quickly hardening penis was freed and swaying from side to side. He turned her around with insistence and nudged her to the edge of the couch, bending her over the side of it. She attempted to brace herself with her arms but that wasn't going to work. Her breasts and everything above hung over the side of the couch while her stomach was pushed onto it. She didn't know what to do with her arms so she let them hang lazily in front of her. That was, until Dave gripped her wrists and pulled her arms back so they were at her sides. He freed one momentarily so he could guide himself into her. Once the head of his full erection penetrated, he grabbed her other arm again. Angelie's head and breasts were hanging over the couch and out of view. Dave brought a leg up and nudged her leg outward, spreading her more. Her ass was propped up in this position, and then it began. Dave pushed himself deep into her and withdrew quickly. He pressed into her again, very slowly and deliberately, then withdrew quickly again. He was going slowly in, and quickly out. Each insertion seemingly taking forever, then, he would be out very suddenly. After a few moments, which seemed like several minutes, he started to thrust into her, his pace moderate. She was incredibly wet, almost, overly wet. Each insertion made an audible sound almost like a splashing or sloshing sound.
A thought rushed into her mind. There was something different today. He wasn't taking it easy on her. In her position, he was unable to see her face, but she was wincing in agony at each thrust. Tears were welling in her eyes. Her arousal wasn't helping ease the pain today. She shifted her legs. She attempted to turn her hips. Nothing was working. He was penetrating her in an almost brutal nature. She clenched her teeth and made tight fists with her hands. She closed her eyes tight and breathed through quivering lips. Her hair hung over her face. Her breasts were jerking forward with each thrust and then retreating into a slam against the couch's side. She did all she could to not just break out into a sob. He started to increase the strength in which he thrust into her. This made the feeling worse.
She did all she could to not concentrate on the pain. Other thoughts did flicker in her mind's eye. The feeling of being restrained like this was every bit as erotic as rumors have suggested. She also knew that, behind her was Dave, a hot guy that she liked and that liked her, and he was experiencing pleasure because of her.
It was difficult to block the pain. However despite it she felt the familiar rush of an oncoming orgasm. Dave surely sensed it as well because he kept his pace quick. The release came and she screamed an exotic moan that seemed to travel straight to the floor. He pulled out and also released, streaming semen on her lower back and her ass. She gasped at the full withdraw, as it was very relieving. He helped her up to her feet. She looked at him, streams from where tears fell from her eyes, were outlined in her cheeks. Her lips continued to quiver.
"I know you must be really sore. If at any time you can't take it anymore, just say 'Mercy'"
"Mercy?" she asked.
She found this peculiar. She felt as if he was telling her she had to beg him not to make her suffer. Nevertheless, she nodded.
He took her hand in hers and they made their way upstairs to her room. He noticed her legs parted and the limp in her step as she walked. After two steps, he scooped her into his arms and carried her up the remaining steps and into her room. He lay her on the bed. It was nearly 12:30pm.
"I'll be right back." He exclaimed and left the room.
