No Turning Back

Suddenly, he grabbed the straps of my tank top and roughly pulled them down, my tits spilling out then he palmed them roughly arousing me even more. He then sucked one of my nipples, taking it in his mouth, devouring it then biting it, while his other hand crushed my other tit, our humping each other getting harder and harder, almost violent.

Suddenly, falling to the kitchen floor, he rolled on his back pulling me on top, my legs straddling him, my pussy grinding against his hard cock while he sucked my nipple, making loud guttural sounds, almost swallowing my tit.

He lifted his ass off the floor, thrusting his cock against me, forcing me to come down hard causing sensations on my pussy I had never experienced. We were both out of our minds as we rocked hard against each other.

My jeans were so tight on my ass I thought they'd split as I rode him like he was a bucking bronco. The seam of my jeans pressed into my pussy, rubbing my clit. My tits hung out over my tank top, bouncing all over the place, my hair flailing. I could not believe this was happening to me on my first day in the city.

Suddenly, he flipped me on my back got up on his knees and started taking off my jeans, pulling at the waistband, fumbling with the button until I took over, lifting my ass, squirming out of them, watching him unzipping his jeans. He then grabbed the legs of my jeans, pulling them over my feet then flipped them over his shoulder. He pulled his jeans down just over his ass and I saw his hard big cock standing straight out over my dripping pussy. Suddenly I knew I had to tell him I was a virgin. I didn't know how his cock would ever fit into my pussy and the fear of being hurt or scaring him away swept through me.

"I'm a virgin," I said, looking up at him and at his cock.

"Thought so," he said, smiling.

"You did?'"

"Call it intuition. I had a feeling you've never been laid."

"Really!"

"Yes. I know innocence when I see it." He paused. "Don't worry, Molly, it will hurt at first but you will be fine," he said, looking down at me. His eyes suddenly looked tender and his smile looked kind. "And I had a vasectomy," he added. "Just relax."

He then lowered his head to my pussy, lifting my legs over his shoulders started licking me, lightly at first then harder, moving his tongue up and down, licking and lapping my wet pussy, making soft guttural moans that got louder as his tongue went deeper and faster causing my head to thrash from side to side.

He then found my clit and his licking tongue caused me to jolt and shudder. I was on the verge of exploding. I couldn't believe the sounds coming from my mouth as I shouted, "Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhh yes, yes, oh my god that's so good, ohhhhhhh! I can't stand it." Suddenly I was about to cum and shouted, "Eat me! Eat me! Ohhhhhh my god! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Ohhhhhhhh!" and suddenly, I exploded in what felt like a bolt of electricity roaring from my pussy and through every inch of my trembling body.

Jesse was relentless as his mouth continued to ravish my pussy, fucking me with his tongue, darting it in and out, sending another huge orgasm through me.

He then got on his knees between my legs and moved the tip of his cock up and down my dripping pussy lips. He was being gentle but forceful at the same time as he moved forward slowly pushing the head of his cock just inside, entering gently, at first, opening my tight pussy, going a little deeper with each thrust. I could not believe how good it felt then suddenly he stopped, holding his cock just above my aching pussy then pushed his way deeper, thrusting his cock against the barrier of my hymen. He let his cock stay still a second, giving me time to get to use to the size of his cock then pushed a little harder trying to penetrate then quickly reared back and thrust harder causing me to scream with pain as he broke through my thin membrane.

"Oh my God! You're so big!" I screamed out in exquisite pain as his cock went deeper into my pussy, breaking through the thin skin.

"Oh Molly, you're so tight. It feels so good!"

"Ohhhhhhh my god, I like this. I like it. Do it! Keep going! Don't stop! Ohhhhhhhhhh yes, it's so good. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh please, please, please." I had never experienced anything so intense, so thrilling. I was being fucked, no longer a virgin and was surprised how vocal I was, unable to contain myself.

He pulled out and suddenly thrust deep into me, opening me even more with his hard cock causing me to scream louder, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmygod! Fuck me harder! Harder! Harder!" It was painful at first but I loved it and wanted more.

He pulled out again and thrust his cock deep into me then started going faster and harder, pulling out and thrusting over and over again, faster and faster and suddenly he yelled, "I'm cummmmming ohhhhhhhh Molly Give me your pussy! Fuck me Fuck me! Fuck me!"

My pussy gripped his hard cock as he thrust deep and hard and I felt his hot cum pour into my pussy causing me to orgasm again, both of us screaming our heads off, filling the room with our loud voices as we both exploded in huge orgasms.

Jesse gave one final thrust and then collapsed on me. I could not budge but loved the weight of him on me, both of us gasping for air, as we lay on the kitchen floor, completely spent. His cock was still in my pussy as I wrapped my arms and legs around him, loving the warmth and sensation on my pussy feeling so full, wanting to keep him in me. I wanted this to last forever.

After a few minutes he lifted his head from my shoulder and looked into my eyes. I could not believe how blue and warm they were. He just looked at me and then smiled.

"Are you okay? I was pretty rough on you for your first time."

"Yes. I'm fine,' I answered. "I loved it."

"Listen, I live down stairs in the basement in a small apartment--that's the gig I have here, fixing things in exchange for a place to stay."

As he spoke, he swiveled his hips slightly causing his soft cock to move slowly in my pussy.

I was getting turned on again and closed my eyes at the tingles he was causing.

"Come down later and I'll give you more of what you're looking for," he said, smiling.

"Oh, yeah," I answered, playfully, challenging him with a teasing smile.

"Wear something sexy like you want to seduce me and you'll have all that you can handle. I will drive you crazy,' he added.

Swiveling his hips slowly, his cock in my pussy, his words tantalizing me, I wanted more and he knew it, but he slowly pulled out and got on his knees, looking down at me. He stood up, his cock hanging limply between his legs, fascinating me. I still felt the painful sensation of my cherry being taken and the intensity of my orgasm. I noticed a small trickle of blood on my thigh but felt happy.

He pulled on his jeans and kneeled down next to me on the floor, his twinkling blue eyes looking into mine. He leaned over and kissed me, lightly. "See you at seven," he said, reaching for his tool box and then stood up. He smiled and then left, closing the door quietly, leaving me lying on the kitchen floor. I shook my head from side to side unable to believe what had happened. My first day away from home and suddenly I am on the kitchen floor being fucked, losing my virginity to a man I just met. I thought about Jesse and loved how rough he was with me and also how gentle. He was perfect. I could not believe my luck. The thought of going to his basement apartment wearing sexy clothes, being seductive got me wet again. What was happening? Where was I heading?

**********

My light brown hair came down below my shoulders. I put on a little make up, a touch of lip gloss and a little mascara to emphasize my green eyes. The tight black skirt came down mid thigh and clung to my ass. My new silky white thong barely covered my shaved pussy and felt great on my ass. I wore the white satiny blouse that was cut low and the push up bra that revealed my cleavage--glad I was blessed with big tits. I tied a small black scarf around my neck. The high heel shoes looked perfect with the skirt and a dash of the perfume added to the feeling that I looked and felt sexy.

Wondering if I was a little overdressed for a basement apartment, I walked down two flights of stairs, trying to be calm and there I was in front of his apartment. I knocked and waited and when he opened the door, he was wearing jeans and a white t shirt and bare-footed. He had recently showered because his long grayish hair was still wet.

"I never wear shoes," he said as he let me in. He smiled, his eyes moving up and down my body. "Nice," is all he said, looking into my eyes.

"Thanks," I responded as I walked in and glanced around the small room. Two walls were filled with books and several books lay open on the floor next to a dark green chair with a lamp next to it. A closed laptop sat on a small desk. A round oak table was near the kitchen and was set with two bowls and candles.

"I made us some soup--more of a Moroccan stew," he said. "I hope you haven't had dinner yet."

"No,' I said. "Just half a tuna sandwich after you left. I looked at the table. "Soup would be great. I never had anything Moroccan," I added, surprised that he made dinner.

"And I have some bread in the oven. It's almost done."

"You bake bread," I said, even more surprised.

"Yes I like to cook and I've been baking bread for years."

"I have to admit, I was not expecting this when you left and told me you were going to give me what I was looking for."

"I'm going to--maybe even more than you are looking for," he said with a sly, playful look in his eyes as he walked towards the stove. He bent down and took out a round loaf of bread, tapped his thumb on the bottom to make sure it was done and put it on the counter.

"Smells good," I said. "You are full of surprises, aren't you?" I smiled. "I'm still reeling from this afternoon."

"Me, too. I didn't expect anything would happen when I went to fix your sink, but you looked so hot and so vulnerable at the same time, I knew I wanted you and I knew you wanted me."

"That's never happened to me before," I said. "I mean, you were right, I came here to get away from my town where everybody saw me as a good girl. I'm so shy and wanted to break out of being what people expected. I want excitement. I want passion, but didn't think it would happen so fast."

"I know," he said, nodding. "And it takes courage to leave the familiar for the unknown." "I know I am taking a chance. I don't know anyone here and that's what I wanted--to be a stranger and let the real Molly out," I said, somehow feeling I could be open and honest with him.

"I can help you," he said. "I think you're really pretty and sexy but I also see the frightened little girl in you."

"You do? What do you see?"

"I see innocence, shyness, goodness, pain--lots of pain, but I also see a passionate woman who has been hiding her sexuality, her need to be loved, her need to satisfy her lust." He paused. "You are hungry to feel everything there is to feel. You are an angel filled with goodness and a passionate lustful woman who wants to fuck like a slut." He paused, "but you're not a slut."

I was stunned how he described me. His use of the word slut stirred something deep in me and suddenly I felt a stirring between my legs. I remembered my on-line name Angel Slut.

"You're amazing. You're so right," I said feeling he was seeing into my soul. I was getting turned on by how he spoke and looked at me.

Just then he came close, looking me in the eyes. He put his arms around, moving his hand up and down my back and then started rubbing and squeezing my ass. His touch was gentle and firm. I wrapped my arms around his back, moving my pussy against his bulging cock. It was as if he were reading my mind.

"You look so hot in that dress," he said, looking into my eyes then lowered his head and kissed my tits as they rose out of my tight low cut blouse. His mouth kissed my tits while his hand gripped my ass pulling me against his hard cock.

"I want you to be my slut," he said, looking into my eyes.

I was stunned by his words but somehow he knew I was a good girl who wanted to be bad. He knew I wanted raw animalistic sex and he was going to give me that. "You want a man to fuck your brains out like we did this afternoon."

I pushed my pussy harder against him, grinding into his cock. His hand gripped my ass tighter.

"I'm right, aren't I?"

"Maybe," I said, looking into his eyes, smiling.

"You want to let go and be wild and uninhibited, don't you?" The way he spoke to me was exciting yet I felt he was also being playful and I wanted to play his game.

"Yes, you know what I want and now I'm going to take it," I said, surprised at my urge to be bold and aggressive.

Suddenly, I pushed him towards the dark green chair and forced him to sit down. I stood over him in my heels, looking down at him, my legs wide apart, my tight skirt high on my thighs, straining against my ass. I couldn't believe I was doing this. What was coming over me, giving me the courage to take charge?

I kneeled down between his legs, looked into his eyes, unbuttoned his jeans, pulled down the zipper and grabbed his hard cock--my eyes fixed on it then moved my mouth close, my tongue licking it. I had never done any thing like this before but followed my instincts, knowing what I wanted.

He leaned back in the chair, his legs spread apart. I gripped his hard cock in my hand, loving how warm and firm it felt standing straight up in front of me. I had never looked at a cock before, the mushroom head, the thick vein and now my mouth was salivating to devour it. I never wanted anything more then to take his cock in my mouth.

I moved my tongue up and down the underside of his pulsing cock, licking along the thick vein then licking the head like it was a big lolli-pop then licking the tip of his cock with the tip of my tongue, teasing him, tasting him as he writhed on the chair, my eyes looking into his as I licked, loving my power over him, loving how he looked into my eyes.

"Oh yeah, that's it, that feels so good," he said, grabbing my hair as I took the head of his cock in my mouth, moving my wet lips over the rim, licking, swallowing and moaning as it filled my mouth. I had never given a blow job but somehow his moaning made me hungrier for his cock and told me what to do. I gripped the base of his shaft with my hand and moved my wet mouth up and down his cock faster and faster, my hand squeezing, moving faster and faster, loving the sucking slurping sounds of my mouth as I swallowed his cock.

"Ohhhhh yes, that feels so good!" he said pulling my hair, lifting his ass off the chair, thrusting and fucking my mouth, encouraging me to suck harder and faster.

As I took his thrusting cock, I put my hand under my tight skirt which was already up to my hips, grabbed my thong covered pussy and started playing with it, rubbing it hard then moved the thong aside and put two fingers in my pussy and started fucking myself as he fucked my mouth even harder.

"I'm going to cum," he yelled and I could feel his body tense, his cock swelling inside my mouth which made my mouth go faster on his cock and my fingers go faster in my pussy.

I devoured his cock, bobbing harder and faster. Suddenly, I felt him on the verge of exploding, grabbing my head, thrusting faster and harder then yelled, "I'm cummmmmming fuck me! fuck me!" and exploded, his hot cum gushing into my mouth and dripping down my chin. Just as he exploded, my frantic fingers took me over the edge and a huge orgasm swept over me and I screamed out, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yes ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhyes oh god oh my god!"

He looked down at me on the floor between his legs as I came all over my hands and his cum was on my mouth, my tongue moving over my lips, wanting to swallow every drop. I had never tasted cum before but loved the warm salty taste. Swallowing as much as I could, I then licked his cock getting more of his cum, our eyes on each other as I licked, loving the power I had to make him cum in my mouth.

He sat back in his chair, his legs spread, his limp, wet cock hanging over his open jeans. I was on my knees, my tight dress up over my hips, my wet thong exposed. We were both breathing heavily, looking at each other, trying to absorb what had just happened.

"You learn fast," he said, smiling.

"Maybe I have a good teacher," I said, smiling, looking into his eyes.

We sat quietly a moment then he reached forward, took my hands and pulled me to him. I laid my head on his lap and he ran his fingers gently through my hair. Neither of us spoke, but I loved his gentle, soothing touch, especially after the intensity we just experienced.

"How about some soup," he asked after a few minutes of quiet.

"Good idea. Now that I had an appetizer," I said, smiling up at him.

He chuckled and moved forward. I stood up and he wrapped his arms around me and I felt so good. I felt safe. I suddenly felt I could say and do anything I wanted.

He then went to the stove and said, "Bring me your bowl and we'll have some dinner."

He filled my bowl and his then sliced the bread and brought it to the table with a small plate of butter. He moved smoothly and looked comfortable. He sat down, his chair not far from mine. I was glad he hadn't sat on the opposite side of the table.

"I think I am going to like being your maintenance man," he said, smiling. I loved how he looked me directly in the eyes when he spoke.

"I bet you know how to fix lots of things," I said, smirking.

"I do, so just call me anytime you're in need--even if it's the middle of the night and you need something taken care of. I'd be glad to be of service."

"Sounds like you really love your work," I said, taking a sip of the soup. "Mmmmmm, this is delicious, Jesse. I took another sip. "Almost as good as the appetizer."

"Thank you," he said, nodding.

I could not believe I was having this playful conversation with a man I had just met. Somehow, my shyness vanished. Here I was in his apartment having dinner after giving him a blow job. "Is this me?" I asked myself. "Is this really happening? Where is this going?" My mind was spinning with disbelief.

"Hey, stop thinking," he said.

I was stunned that he said that as if he could read my mind.

"So who are you?' I asked, "You seem to know everything about me but I don't know anything about you except you like to fix things."

He dipped a piece of bread in his soup, brought it slowly to his mouth, took a bite and looked at me with that wonderful smile on his lips.

"Well, believe it or not I will be sixty in April, but I feel like I'm in my thirties."

"Sixty! No way. You don't look or act like your sixty."

"Thanks. I know it's trite to say age is just a number but the fact is you're old when you think you're old. I don't care how old I am or how old you are."

"Me either," I nodded. "Anyway, I think I'm getting to like older men."

"Good," he said, pushing his empty bowl away. "Anyway, I used to be a teacher and got out of that after ten years of realizing how bad the schools were. I had ideas of how I wanted to teach but got in trouble too many times so I just walked out."

"What did you teach?'

"English and history," he said. "Now I'm a writer--stories, poetry. I'm working on a novel, now."

"Wow I love to read," I said. "But you wouldn't approve of what I like to read," I added.

"Hey Molly, I don't judge. You don't need to worry about my approval."

"That's good," I said, liking his attitude. "I grew up around disapproval. My mom made me dress all prim and proper. My teachers, my church, my friends all expected me to be a certain way and I was trapped."

"So here you are escaping your prison." "Right. I needed to get away so I wouldn't smother to death. I wanted to feel alive and real. I read these romance stories filled with passion and sex and that's what I want--that's what I hoped I would find."