myself.
“What’s wrong? It’s okay, really, I just want you to…you know…take it
easy,” I said. I had time, now, to really admire his naked body. It was
beautiful – large, strong chest tapering off to a lean, toned midsection, a
deep V leading down to his huge, pulsing, erect cock. His tattoos almost seemed
to shimmer in the dim light. I felt myself grow more and more excited with each
second that I was allowed to admire him.
“It’s not right. Girl like you….guy like me….well, it just isn’t right.
You should give it up to your high school sweetheart. Some nice farm boy who’ll
take care of you and eat corn on the cob with your folks,” Boon said, sighing,
throwing his arm over his eyes as if to hide from the world.
“I don’t have a high school sweetheart, and I don’t want a farm boy. I
want you. Now, tonight,” I said, suddenly growing courage as I let myself feel
my desire, my sex pulsing, my eyes locked onto Boon’s dick. Suddenly inspired,
I reached out and tentatively stroked it, feeling its hardness, its strength.
I’d never touched a cock before, and the flesh on it was softer than I
pictured, the head almost squishy as my fingers explored.
Boon groaned under my touch. The sound turned me on even more. I reached
down and felt between my legs; I was soaking wet. Pulling myself up, I wondered
what I could do to convince Boon that I really did want him, that it was my
decision, that I needed him tonight and didn’t care about my virginity (or
potential lack thereof).
I knew about blowjobs, of course, and realized that was my most logical
option, but I was afraid. I’d never sucked a man before, and didn’t know where
to begin. Plus, Boon was so big that I wasn’t sure how much of him I could fit
in my mouth. I positioned myself on my knees, my ass next to Boon’s head, and
leaned over the whole, long length of him. I gripped his cock and slowly
lowered my mouth to the tip, taking it in slowly.
I lapped at the head, rimming around it with my tongue. Boon moaned
again; out of the corner of my eye, I saw him remove his arm from his eyes and
lean up to watch me. His hand reached out and grabbed my ass, massaging the
soft globes, driving a thrill through me that made me want to pleasure him
more. His other hand found its way to my head and his fingers snaked through my
hair, coming to rest on my scalp, where he pushed down gently.
I slid my mouth further down his throbbing member, tasting a slight saltiness
as liquid seeped from the tip. I struggled to breath as I inched my mouth down
his cock, careful to keep my teeth between my lips, allowing my tongue to
tickle the underside of his cock as I sunk deeper and deeper towards his lap.
Finally, I felt his cock hitting the back of my throat and gagged. My
first instinct was to come up, but Boon’s hand on the back of my head held me
in place, restricting my movement. I breathed raggedly through my nose, tears
pricking the corner of my eyes, as Boon slowly began to thrust his hips
upwards, driving his cock deeper and deeper into my raw throat.
I was panicky, breathless, heart pounding, but something about the
dirtiness of it all, being mouth-fucked by this biker with his long, wide cock,
awoke something primal and hungry in me. I swallowed, feeling my throat massage
the head of his cock. Boon’s hands on my ass grew rougher, and he kneaded the
soft flesh hard, the callouses on his fingers scraping against me, making me
shiver with want.
Boon’s grip on my head increased and I could feel him thrust harder into
my virgin throat, making me gag even harder. Tears began to spill from my eyes,
unbidden, as I struggled to breathe. Finally, thankfully, Boon released me, and
my head popped up, my breath coming thin and ragged, coughing. Boon grabbed my
ponytail and dragged me backwards in a single, forceful stroke.
My head hit the mattress and in an instant I felt Boone’s weight on
“What’s wrong? It’s okay, really, I just want you to…you know…take it
easy,” I said. I had time, now, to really admire his naked body. It was
beautiful – large, strong chest tapering off to a lean, toned midsection, a
deep V leading down to his huge, pulsing, erect cock. His tattoos almost seemed
to shimmer in the dim light. I felt myself grow more and more excited with each
second that I was allowed to admire him.
“It’s not right. Girl like you….guy like me….well, it just isn’t right.
You should give it up to your high school sweetheart. Some nice farm boy who’ll
take care of you and eat corn on the cob with your folks,” Boon said, sighing,
throwing his arm over his eyes as if to hide from the world.
“I don’t have a high school sweetheart, and I don’t want a farm boy. I
want you. Now, tonight,” I said, suddenly growing courage as I let myself feel
my desire, my sex pulsing, my eyes locked onto Boon’s dick. Suddenly inspired,
I reached out and tentatively stroked it, feeling its hardness, its strength.
I’d never touched a cock before, and the flesh on it was softer than I
pictured, the head almost squishy as my fingers explored.
Boon groaned under my touch. The sound turned me on even more. I reached
down and felt between my legs; I was soaking wet. Pulling myself up, I wondered
what I could do to convince Boon that I really did want him, that it was my
decision, that I needed him tonight and didn’t care about my virginity (or
potential lack thereof).
I knew about blowjobs, of course, and realized that was my most logical
option, but I was afraid. I’d never sucked a man before, and didn’t know where
to begin. Plus, Boon was so big that I wasn’t sure how much of him I could fit
in my mouth. I positioned myself on my knees, my ass next to Boon’s head, and
leaned over the whole, long length of him. I gripped his cock and slowly
lowered my mouth to the tip, taking it in slowly.
I lapped at the head, rimming around it with my tongue. Boon moaned
again; out of the corner of my eye, I saw him remove his arm from his eyes and
lean up to watch me. His hand reached out and grabbed my ass, massaging the
soft globes, driving a thrill through me that made me want to pleasure him
more. His other hand found its way to my head and his fingers snaked through my
hair, coming to rest on my scalp, where he pushed down gently.
I slid my mouth further down his throbbing member, tasting a slight saltiness
as liquid seeped from the tip. I struggled to breath as I inched my mouth down
his cock, careful to keep my teeth between my lips, allowing my tongue to
tickle the underside of his cock as I sunk deeper and deeper towards his lap.
Finally, I felt his cock hitting the back of my throat and gagged. My
first instinct was to come up, but Boon’s hand on the back of my head held me
in place, restricting my movement. I breathed raggedly through my nose, tears
pricking the corner of my eyes, as Boon slowly began to thrust his hips
upwards, driving his cock deeper and deeper into my raw throat.
I was panicky, breathless, heart pounding, but something about the
dirtiness of it all, being mouth-fucked by this biker with his long, wide cock,
awoke something primal and hungry in me. I swallowed, feeling my throat massage
the head of his cock. Boon’s hands on my ass grew rougher, and he kneaded the
soft flesh hard, the callouses on his fingers scraping against me, making me
shiver with want.
Boon’s grip on my head increased and I could feel him thrust harder into
my virgin throat, making me gag even harder. Tears began to spill from my eyes,
unbidden, as I struggled to breathe. Finally, thankfully, Boon released me, and
my head popped up, my breath coming thin and ragged, coughing. Boon grabbed my
ponytail and dragged me backwards in a single, forceful stroke.
My head hit the mattress and in an instant I felt Boone’s weight on
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