Rachel’s mouth was full of cock. Her pussy was drenched with need, aching to be filled, but Chris didn’t seem to be in any hurry. Rachel knew her blowjob skills were amazing – she’d sucked off enough guys to perfect her techniques – yet Chris had lasted a good twenty minutes now without showing any signs of coming yet. He seemed almost bored, although the stiffness of his cock and the tightening of his balls told her she was doing something right.
She liked giving blowjobs. Usually, it didn’t bother her how long a man took to come. She could spend hours on her knees, sucking and licking away. But today she was impatient. She’d spent all day in a frantic state of arousal and her need was almost becoming painful. She wanted to touch herself for some relief, but she knew that the deep ache in her cunt could only be relieved by a good pounding.
Nevertheless, she kept quiet. She didn’t waver in her licking and sucking while the tension grew in her body. Chris’s hands were buried in her hair, guiding her pace while he fucked her mouth. Rachel was proud of her deep-throating skills, but even so, her throat started to feel sore and her jaw ached. She could feel her knees digging into the cheap, threadbare carpet of the library floor.
Just as she thought Chris was about to come, he shoved her away roughly. She stumbled back, her hands catching her fall. He looked down on her, a cruel smile on his face. Her desire increased and she was quivering.
“Bend over,” he commanded.
She scrambled to her feet and bent over one of the tables. Chris took place behind her and she could hear the tear of a condom package. She whimpered with need. His hand grabbed a fistful of hair and he pulled her head backwards. Her eyes stung with the sudden pain of it.
“Silence, you bitch,” he growled in her ear.
The pain, his words and the cruel tone of his voice awakened a primal desire inside her. She blinked the tears away and nodded mutely. He pushed her over the table and shoved her legs apart. Her nipples brushed the tabletop, the hard, sensitive buds shooting pleasure through her body. She had expected him to take her quickly but for a long time, he didn’t move. She didn’t dare look back, didn’t dare to do anything but breathe. Her breath was ragged, her body screaming to be taken. She pressed her hand against her mouth to prevent herself from begging, pleading to be fucked right now. Chris was in charge, and she wanted it that way. She wanted to be used for his pleasure.
Finally, he grabbed her panties and tore them off her. She briefly lamented the demise of her only pair of good, lace lingerie and then his fingers were inside her. He fucked her roughly for a few moments before withdrawing again.
Rachel bit her hand to stifle her moans. She was usually quite vocal about her pleasure, but Chris had made it clear he didn’t want her to make a sound. They were in the library after all, even though the door was locked and they were the only ones there.
She was so focused on staying quiet that his entrance took her by surprise. He pushed himself inside her with an urgency that made her smile. He was as eager about this as she. His cock stretched her almost painfully. She was wet enough, but she was tight and he was huge. Bigger than she remembered from sight.
He leaned down on top of her and began pounding into her. Pleasure from finally being filled and stretched washed over her. Her pussy walls pressed against his cock, sucking him in deeper, greedily taking every inch. He grunted softly as he bottomed out inside her on each thrust.
Sex with Chris was everything she’d hoped it would be. He was rough, taking his pleasure from her body without worrying about her needs. Or comfort even. The edge of the table pressed into her thighs and still he pushed her down harder, slamming into her urgently. She’d expected him to finish quickly – after all the time she’d spent blowing him she’d thought he was close to the edge – but his stamina was incredible. His cock was like a spear which nearly tore her apart.
She was close to her climax and desperately wanted to hold out, to wait until she could come with him, but there was no stemming the tide. She gritted her teeth in order not to moan aloud as her cunt contracted against his cock, trapping him inside her as she shook with the ecstasy of sweet relief.
As the contractions abated, Chris started thrusting again. She couldn’t believe he still hadn’t come. She’d not quite come down from her orgasm yet, but he didn’t seem to care. Didn’t give her enough time to recover, but pushed her to the edge again. She shook her head but kept her mouth shut. She would not invoke the safeword, not yet. This was what she wanted. It had just been too long since she’d had such good cock and the effort of keeping quiet was almost too much.
Another orgasm rocked her. Her legs felt like jelly and she slumped over the table. Chris gripped her hips to prevent her from slipping as he fucked her with long, slow thrusts. It was as if he wanted to delay the moment of his climax, even though they must’ve been fucking for almost an hour now.
Rachel’s hair was damp with sweat and her breath was ragged. She felt disconnected from her body, which shook with yet another orgasm. Her cunt ached. Her nipples were sore from having rubbed against the table for so long.
And then Chris reached around her and started rubbing her clit. Rachel thought she would pass out from the pure ecstasy that flooded her. Lights danced in front of her eyes and, unable to keep quiet anymore, she cried out.
“Oh fuck,” Chris muttered in her ear. He stilled inside her. His cock twitched and then he gave a low moan as, finally, he came as well.
As soon as his orgasm passed, he pulled out of her. Unable to keep herself up, Rachel slumped onto the ground. She pulled her knees up and hugged herself. Her body was light, almost weightless. She leaned against the table leg and tried to control her breathing.
Chris knelt beside her. “Are you okay?”
She gently cupped her abused sex and scowled at him. “Fuck off. I don’t want your concern.”
He flashed her a delighted grin. “I’m going to have so much fun with you.”
He pushed her legs apart and bent down between them. He slowly, deliberately licked her sore cunt. She shivered with delight, even though she was too tired for another orgasm.
Chris sat up again and studied her face. “You’re really quite something.”
“Just close the door behind you when you leave.” She straightened her legs and watched him get up.
He dressed quickly. “I’ll see you around.”
She waved him away. When she heard the door close, she staggered to her feet. Her body was buzzing with pleasure. She hadn’t been fucked like this in years. And this was only the beginning. She smiled lazily as she made her way back to the reception desk, wincing slightly at the soreness between her legs. Chris had been up to the task. She couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for her next.
Continue reading with Part 5.
It’s the roaring twenties.
Desperate to escape the stifling confines of her life with her aunt and uncle in New York, Jane Travers arrives at her friend Rachel’s country home determined to enjoy a summer full of fun and excitement. Rachel has promised her risqué parties, but what awaits Jane is beyond her wildest dreams. Guided by her old flame, Sidney Fitzroy, and the sensual singer Lillian Smith, Jane enthusiastically embarks on a journey of sexual self-discovery.
With Sidney and Lillian both satisfying her deepest desires, Jane sheds her restrictive upbringing and embraces her newfound freedom. As her feelings for both Lillian and Sidney intensify, Jane faces an impossible choice: a stable future with Sidney or a lifetime of excitement with Lillian.
But how can she choose when her heart belongs to both of them?