Naughty New Years

"Stop it... Get off me you jerk!"

"Shhhh ... Come on. I know you want it. I felt you grind that sweet ass against me!"

As he spoke he grabbed her ass and lifted her off her feet pulling her into the bedroom and slamming her up against the wall close to the bathroom door.

Sherry gasped in shock and fear as the breath was knocked out of her.

"No more playing Sherry."

His words chilled her to the bone and she tried pushing against his chin as he again tried to shove his mouth against hers. "SSttopp it!" she sobbed as he let her ass go and went for her tits.

"I'd get your hands off of her if I were you."

Those words were spoken softly, but menacingly, from the door way.

Both Sherry and Jonathan froze at the sound.

When they turned to look at the door they saw Him. He leaned against the door frame, his arms folded in what seemed to be a nonchalant manner, but they could both see his fists were clenched, the corded muscles in his arms tight and hard under his white t-shirt, his jaw was locked and his beautiful face was scowling in scary fashion.

The alcohol made Jonathan brave, and stupid. "Buzz off buddy! We're kinda busy here."

Sherry sobbed and let a few tears slide down her face as she shook her head no. She couldn't even speak she was so scared.

"I said HANDS OFF!"

The words weren't shouted but they reverberated across the room and seemed to bounce off the walls making them seem louder than they were actually spoken.

Jonathan let Sherry go all of a sudden and she slumped down to the floor in the corner of the room. Pulling her knees to her chest she curled into a ball and closed her eyes.

She didn't see what happened but she heard a couple of thumps and what sounded like a couple of fists connecting with flesh.

When she heard someone whimper, "enough... You win," she cracked her eyes open and found her stranger standing over Jonathan's body. His hands were clenched in Jonathan's shirt holding his upper body off the floor. Jonathan was definitely the worse for wear; his nose was spewing blood and one of his eyes was rapidly swelling shut.

"Get out of my house before I kill you, you little piss for brains. You're not welcome here."

Jonathan could only nod and shake in fear. When He was satisfied the message had gotten through, he let go of his grip on Jonathan's shirt. Jonathan flopped to the floor, rolled over and crawled out of the room.

Her stranger watched him go, a menacing scowl on his face. She watched him with a wary look on her face, noticing that he didn't seem to have a single mark on him.

When a few minutes passed and he turned to look at her, Sherry squeaked and buried her nose in her knees; what she was hoping was that she had not gotten saved from one awful situation to land in a worse one.

"Shhh... It's okay darling... He's gone."

His soothing words were accompanied by a soft touch on her head. She felt him shift, and then something warm was wrapped around her shoulders. Later she would find that it was the burgundy throw lying folded on the chaise lounge close by.

Sherry looked up, expecting to see him smirking at her with an 'I told you so' look on his face. Instead she found his beautiful face scrunched up in a look of concern. He kneeled close by; close enough to wrap her in his arms, but not wanting to scare her by touching her.

"Are you okay?"

Sherry nodded.

He lifted a hand and slowly, as if afraid she might bite him, placed it on her cheek. With a thumb he wiped away the tears on that side of her face and pushed a lock of her black hair behind her ear.

Sherry smiled weakly at him.

"You know," he said with a little smile on his face, "I could bring him back here and hold him down for you if you want kick him in the nuts a couple of times."

Sherry giggled and relaxed the death grip she had on her legs. Sniffling, she stopped giggling and looked him in his beautiful grey eyes. Her own green eyes shining she said "Thank you."

"Don't mention it! I always wanted to play the hero."

He was trying to shrug it off, but she didn't want to let him.

"No," she said seriously and urgently. She reached out and grabbed his face so he had to look her in the eyes. "No... Don't," she said referring to his attempt to lighten the mood, "thank you."

"Okay."

"Thank you."

He laughed nervously, it endeared him to her. "Okay, you're welcome." Patting her awkwardly on the shoulder he shifted and said "Do you want me to get your friends for you?"

Sherry shook her head.

"Do you want me to take you home?"

Sherry shook her head again.

"Do you want to go back to the party?"

Sherry smiled and shook her head no again.

"What do you want, Sherry?"

Sherry loved the way he said her name, like Cherie, holding the 'ee' sound a split second too long, making her name sound like an endearment. Later she would wonder about the fact that he knew her name, but not now. Not when the ball of fear lying at the pit of her stomach had been replaced by a ball of blazing hot hunger for the man before her.

Not letting go of his face she pulled him closer and, closing her eyes, touched her lips softly to his. Just a touch of mouths that lasted one single moment and sent a sizzle of desire shooting to both their groins.

She heard him drag in a breath of air rather raggedly. She opened her eyes and found his probing her face worriedly. Letting go of his face, he pulled back and leaned back on his heels, his eyes still searching her face. Sherry smiled and shifted till she was kneeling on her knees as well.

"Thank you, but you don't have to kiss me, I'm just glad you're okay."

Sherry smiled again and did the unexpected. She threw herself at him... Literally.

The shocked look on his face was priceless.

They ended up sprawled on the plush carpet, his gorgeously hard body beneath hers catching the impact of her leap. They grinned at each other. Then she leaned down and started kissing him, her hands pulling loose his hair and her fingers tangling up in his silky tresses to hold him in place. Her aching breasts pressed tightly against his rock hard chest, his strong arms reaching around clasped her to him.

Their tongues touched, cautiously at first, then delved into each other's mouths to explore, taste and cavort. They both groaned in pleasure as his hands snaked down to her hips and adjusted her so that her legs spread and hugged his hips, enabling them to grind their groins against each other. His strong hand clasped her buttocks and started to knead the practically naked orbs that became exposed as the short skirt of dress rode up in their frantic movements.

Sherry was desperate for more. Her lust threatened to consume her, and all she could think about was finding a way rid them of their clothes so that she could feel the press of naked flesh against flesh. She wanted to dig her hands in his pants and explore the magnificent tool, 'cause it certainly felt magnificent, she was grinding her clit against.

With that in mind she loosened her hold on his hair and reached down to grasp the end of his t-shirt. Their lips broke for a second, as did the firm grip he had on her ass, as she yanked it off his torso. She quickly clamped back on to his mouth as she yanked down the top of her sleeveless dress and pressed her aching breasts against his smooth chest. Was she ever glad she didn't need a bra with this particular dress; no need to tangle and wrestle with one in the heat of the moment.

They sighed into each other's mouths as hot naked skin met hot naked skin.

She ground her hips against him again as his hands reached for her ass. Feeling him shift beneath her, he sat up bringing her to a kneeling position on his lap. This allowed her to wrap her arms around his neck and her hands began to explore the hard corded muscles of his back.

He suddenly pulled his lips from hers, his hands tangled in her hair. They both gasped for breath, and then he said "Wait... Stop... We shouldn't do this."

"Why?" She asked as she rocked her hips against his obvious bulge.

"God you're hot!... Stop wiggling like that, you're killing me!"

Sherry giggled and ground down again, hissing through her teeth at the exquisite feel his jean-clad bulge against her panty clad cunt.

"Stop... Listen to me... God!... I don't want you to regret this tomorrow!"

Sherry stopped squirming and looked into his hot, yet worried gaze. "Are fucking for real?"

"No, I don't want you to think you owe me or something. I don't want you to regret this."

Kissing him lightly on the lips, she smiled down into his face. "The only thing I'm going to regret tomorrow is not getting that dick inside me. I've been thinking of you since that moment we first talked. Wanting you, but not having the balls to do anything about it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Now will you quit yapping and fuck me already!'

His chest rumbled with laughter and he caught her around the waist holding her against him as he shifted and stood up. She clung to him, her arms around his neck, her legs wrapped around his waist, as he kicked the door closed and walked to the big four poster bed she had been dreaming about when she walked into the room.

She loosened her grip and he dumped her on the bed.

"Well," he said with a grin, "if you're sure."

Sherry practically purred in pleasure as he started undoing his jeans. He did it slowly, popping the button loose then sliding the zipper down, inch by inch to reveal his silky black boxer shorts. His eyes drank her in as he worked, his muscles bouncing and flexing beautifully in the soft light cast by the lamp. She just laid there against the black satin propped up on her elbows, her beautifully buoyant breasts, with their rosy pink nipples, stood proudly at attention as he worked. Her legs, slightly bent at the knees, splayed open revealing peaks of her bright red panties beneath the hem of her scrunched up black dress. Her red strappy heels, matching in colour with the panties, were oddly erotic looking against the black satin.

He grabbed her ankle and lifted her foot bringing it to his mouth. He planted a single kiss in the delicate bone of her ankle, and then he put her foot down again and in a single swoop removed his jeans and boxers.

When he revealed the splendor hidden in his pants she gasped and felt her gut clench in desire.

"My, aren't you a big boy!" she breathed in wonder as she stared as his package.

His beautiful cock, probably 9 or 10 inches long and almost as thick as her wrist, bounced and bobbed as he chuckled. "I guess, you're not changing your mind now are you?"

Sherry licked her lips unconsciously and looked him straight in the eye when she said "No way big guy!"

He chuckled and reached for her ankles once more. Sliding his hands around one then the other, he slid his hands up her shapely legs till he reached her hips. Sherry sighed in pleasure as he grabbed the outside of her barely there panties and slowly slid them off her legs.

"My turn to see your secrets!" he whispered huskily as he whisked the panties off her legs and heels.

Grabbing her ankles he eased her legs open again and smiled as he got a glimpse of her neatly trimmed patch of black hair. He could see the tiny pink tip of her clit peaking through and vaginal lips slightly ajar and moist looking. The warm and dewy fragrance of her arousal barely tickled his nostrils, but it was there, making his mouth water.

She smiled nervously. Reaching forward with one hand she grabbed his cock and gave it a couple of slow and sensual strokes, milking a drop of pre-cum from the mushroomed tip of him. She marveled at how good he felt in her hand, like silk covered steel, and she briefly wondered if she was going to be able to fit that huge piece of meat inside her.

She smiled gamely and pulled gently at him to gain his attention. Raising an eyebrow in question she said "Well? Are we gonna fuck or what?"

He chuckled at her and said, "not so fast Sherry. There is something I want to do first." With that he climbed up on the bed, crawling over her body till his face was above her beautiful tits. Then he lowered his mouth and began feasting on her causing her to gasp in pleasure. Her hands dug into his golden hair and pulled him tighter against her throbbing breasts.

One of his hands snaked down between her legs and began to fondle and caress her dewy folds. First one finger, then two, found their way causing her to buck her hips wildly against his hand. She was so hot and wet, and his fingers felt as if they were being sucked in and milked by her tight inner vaginal muscles. Not being able to resist any longer he loosened his lip's hold on her nipple and lowered his head till he was able to get a taste of the wet core of her.

Sherry felt herself convulse as waves of pleasure washed over her. His fingers and tongue doing wonderful things to her, bringing her close to the edge of orgasm, then pulling back before she could explode.

"Oh God! .. No more! Stop playing with me!"

Yanking on his hair she pulled him up till he was covering her body with his own. She pulled his head down for a searing kiss and found the taste of her on his lips to be intoxicating. He bucked against her, lazily grinding his hard cock against her slit, using her own juices to coat his member in lubrication.

"Please..." she whispered raggedly. They both knew what she was asking for.

Taking his member in hand he placed the tip of his cock within her warm wet hole. They both sighed in pleasure. Sherry locked her legs around his waist, unconsciously tilting her pelvis up to the perfect position to receive him.

Locking his lips to hers he finally thrust hard and fast within her tight passage expecting his entry to be slick, smooth and mutually satisfactory.

It wasn't.

Sherry grunted in pain and dug her nails into back, marking him as he tore through her virginity.

Tearing her lips from his she whimpered then muttered: "FUCK!"

He held still above her, breathing into her shoulder trying to control the urge to continue pumping within her tight body. When he managed to gain some control of himself, he moved his hands up her body till he could firmly hold her face in place. Looking into her face he waited till her eyes snapped open and her green eyes locked onto his own. "Why... Didn't... You... Tell me?" he gasped raggedly.

"Doesn't matter," she muttered looking sheepish as she unclasped her ankles and allowed her legs to drop and rest.

Sherry was feeling rather embarrassed. Here he was buried deep within her body, she could actually feel his pulse beating within her, and he wanted to TALK? There had been a sharp pain when he first entered her, but that was fading fast and pleasure was once again worming its way through her body. She wanted him to get on with it, show her how much pleasure they could achieve in this business.

It's not like there had been much time for chit chat; in fact, she didn't even know his name. But that was not something they were gonna discuss while he lay pulsing within her. As far as she was concerned her virginity was her business!

He kissed her gently and whispered "yes it does."

"Ugh, no it doesn't! Listen, could we maybe talk about this AFTER?"

Sherry experimentally wiggled her hips, liking the friction caused as he moved a little within her, she bit her lip and moaned up at him. She wrapped her hands around his head and lifted her head to kiss him, using her tongue to tease the corner of his lips.

"God that's nice! ... Listen stud, will you move already? I'm gonna burst into flames if I don't get to cum soon!"

Her handsome stranger laughed down at her and muttered, "Sherry, you are the strangest virgin I've ever met! But God help me you're a hot piece of ass!"

Then he started moving and Sherry forgot to be insulted by his words.

It was great, greater than she had anticipated. He started off slow, pistoning his huge member in and out in a slow and controlled fashion. The fantastic friction of flesh sliding within flesh drew grunts from him and moans from her. It built up her arousal, up and up, like wave after wave of pleasure, but never quite enough to throw her over the edge. Her heels dug into the mattress and she lifted her hips in rhythm with his measured strokes. She clutched wildly at his hard firm ass, digging her nails in trying to somehow pull him in deeper than he already was.

He hissed in pleasure, she panted, "yes... Mmm.. Sooo good!"

But it was not a pace he could keep forever. Eventually the pressure built up in both of them to the point where release was as vital as breathing. His pace increased, becoming shorter, but somehow harder and faster. As he pummeled away at her, his groin meshed and rubbed furiously with hers; a happy bi-product of his actions was the perfect pressure applied to her sensitive clit which in turn was the catalyst that managed to finally bring her over the edge.

"Ahh Yesss!" she hissed as her vaginal muscles clamped down on his still pumping cock. Her body convulsed around his throbbing member, squeezing and milking him so that he in turn found his own release.

"God... Yess!" he shouted.

She could feel his hot jism splashing deep within her, stream after hot stream, and it wrung another moan out of her with how good it felt.

Before he collapsed he managed to roll them over so that she lay over him, her head tucked under his chin, his slowly softening member still lying within her. Their hearts raced within their chests and it was a while before they were able to catch their breath, let alone manage words.

Sherry felt like purring in pleasure. That had been wonderful, more than she could have imagined. She just wanted to close her eyes and dream away the rest of the night with her mysterious lover beneath her, her soft naked breasts pressed tightly to his wide muscular chest, and his soft penis softly thrumming within her. She probably would have except for the fact that her ass was starting to get cold, exposed as it was; not to mention the fact that he probably wanted to do something stupid like talk about what had just happened, or more specifically, what she hadn't mentioned before the fact had became obvious. She could already feel his hand stroking her back and hair, his fingers occasionally twirling her silky dark locks.

Without looking him in the eye, she started to pull away from him. When she swung her leg over and off of him, his member slipped out; and as it did so, she groaned at the residual tenderness and shivered at the pleasurable sensation of him sliding one more time within her. Yes it was a contradiction, but that was how it felt to her.

Swatting her hair out of her face she turned to look at him again, a wide smile on her lips. Then she turned and gingerly made her way off the bed. When her feet touched the soft plush carpet she heard his rough and tender voice speaking to her.

"Where you going Sherry?"

Sherry wiggled her naked boobs back into the bodice of her black dress and mumbled something about having to use the bathroom. "Mmm" he grunted in response. As she walked to the bathroom, her knees kind of wobbly and tugging her skirt into place to hide her bare buttocks, she felt a suspicious dribble of something wet start to slide down her thigh. Thankful that he couldn't see her beet red face, she realized what that mysterious moisture was: their combined spent, which she had not minded in the heat of the moment. That had been careless, and she could only bless her stars that she had been on the pill since she started university 3 years earlier.

After cleaning herself up and splashing some cool water on her damp face she nervously reentered the master room. Her plan of attack was to find her panties and high-tail it out of there as quickly as possible.