He Knew She Needed Itbyamber624©
"If it gets any hotter, I swear, I'm moving to Alaska!"
"Ok drama queen" I said rolling my eyes at my best friend, Emma. We were walking back from the corner store, only a few blocks from her house, though she acted like we'd been walking for hours. I didn't mind the heat too much; she absolutely hated it.
"I'm serious, Meg" she said as we rounded the corner to her street, bags of soda and ice cream in hand. Her parents were away for the weekend, so I was going to be staying the night, as I did almost every weekend for the last 10 years. Emma and I had been best friends since I was 8 and pretty much did everything together. It was rare that one of us didn't end up spending the weekend at the other's house. This particular weekend though, I was under a lot of stress (probably more than a normal 18 year old should be) and was looking forward to a nice girly weekend, but as we reached her house, I saw that might not happen.
"When did Kyle get home?" I asked, motioning toward her brother's car parked in her driveway.
"This morning" she answered, shrugging her shoulders. "I bet he's been sleeping all day. I think he said something about a party he's going to tonight."
As soon as we opened the front door, I was hit with an arctic blast. Whenever her parents were away, Emma would crank up the air conditioning, turning the house into a giant freezer.
"Ya know, we don't even need to put this stuff in the fridge. The ice cream would stay perfectly cold right here on the counter" I laughed as I followed Emma into the kitchen.
"Well, look who it is!" I heard from behind me. I turned to see Emma's older brother, Kyle standing there in nothing but a pair of gym shorts, looking very....hot. I had never looked at Kyle that way. Not that he'd ever been ugly, I just never looked at him as particularly appealing to me. Now, standing there half naked, muscular and tanned, he was downright sexy. I was suddenly aware of my hardened nipples due to the ice cold house and folded my arms across my chest, flashing him a big grin.
"Hey Kyle, how's it going? I haven't seen you in forever!" It had been about 2 years. The last time he had come home, I was away with my family on vacation.
"Can't complain" he answered, reaching for the bag in my hand. "Mind if I have one?" he asked, pulling out a soda. I nodded and turned to put the rest of the stuff away.
"So, what are you up to tonight?" he asked, leaning against the counter, looking at me in a way that made me blush and turn away.
"Just hanging in" Emma answered, handing me the ice cream to put away.
"Yeah" I chimed in, "Junk food, chick flicks...ya know, the good stuff"
"Pillow fights?" Kyle asked, winking at me. Once again, I turned away blushing.
"Ugh, you're an idiot" Emma groaned, smacking him in the arm. "I hope you're going out tonight"
"Well, Brian's having a party, but I'm a little tired. I think I might just stay in." he answered throwing another look my way, making me uncomfortable again.
It actually ended up being a pretty normal night. Kyle ended up staying in his room, and when he did come out, ignored me completely, which was a relief. I was pretty, with gorgeous green eyes, smooth dark hair that fell just past my shoulders, and a great figure, but I didn't get a whole lot of attention from guys. Maybe because I was somewhat quiet, and the guys at school knew that I didn't put out, so they never bothered. Of course, I thought about sex and what my first time would be like, but I was content with being a virgin at 18. All I ever heard from the girls in school who had lost their virginity younger than that was that their experiences were quick, uncomfortable, and only enjoyable for the guy. If that was the case, then what was the rush?
It was a little past midnight when we decided to head to bed. We had shared a bottle of wine that we found in the back of the pantry, and we were both feeling pretty buzzed. I didn't usually drink much, because at 16 the only thing easily available is usually beer, and I hate beer. So, two glasses of wine really did it for me. Normally after a hot day, a cool shower feels good. But tonight, in the ice box house, I decided to take a hot shower to warm myself up, while Emma headed to bed. By the time I got out and passed her room on my way to the guest bedroom, she was passed out cold.
The shower and the wine had helped to warm me up, so I was able to sleep in my usual nighttime attire - a t-shirt and panties. I pulled an extra blanket out of the closet and climbed under it, along with the comforter that was already on the bed. It wasn't long before I was fast asleep.
Shit, it's so cold, I thought when I woke up in the middle of the night. Without opening my eyes, I reached around feeling for the blankets that I thought I must have kicked off in my sleep, and found that I couldn't move my arms very well. Groggy from the wine, and being woken from a deep sleep, I tried to open my eyes but couldn't make them focus. It almost felt like I was still asleep; like I was dreaming. I tried again to open my eyes, but the room was so dark, it was impossible to focus on anything. I tried moving my arms again and this time I felt pressure at my wrists. As I tried to sit up, I realized that my legs were immobilized as well. What the hell? I thought. This is the last time that I drink wine.
I shivered, my nipples hardening into little daggers, and tried to sit up again. As I did, I felt something touch my stomach. A hand? I froze, the only movement - my eyes - darting around the black room, searching for something, but seeing nothing. Was I imagining that touch? I laid my head back down on the pillow and took a deep breath. Ok, I tried to get my head together, trying to figure out why I couldn't move when I felt something else. I felt the slightest breath blowing my hair. Again, I tried to see what was there but it was useless. And then another breath, this one deliberately into my ear. I shivered as the warm breath tickled me. There was no way I was dreaming this. Someone was here, in my room.
So, I did the only thing I could think to do
"Who's there?" I asked. It seemed a reasonable enough question. I wasn't sure I'd get an answer, but I couldn't just lay there. Now a voice replaced the breath in my ear.
" Megan, I'm only going to tell you this once," the voice whispered. "If you scream, if you cry for help, if you make any loud noise at all, there will be consequences. I don't want to hurt you, so don't make me. I know you're wondering why you can't move. I've tied you to the bed, and the straps are nice and tight so there's no need to struggle. I have also taken several pictures of you like this, Megan. I know how much your reputation means to you, so if I were you, I'd do what you're told; otherwise, I can't guarantee that these pictures will stay between us. Do you understand?"
I lay there in shock. I couldn't move a muscle. Not to speak, not to nod my head. I couldn't believe what was happening. Was I about to be raped? The thought scared the shit out of me. Of course, nobody wants to be raped, but me being a virgin made it even harder to accept. There was no way my first time was going to be forced by some strange maniac. I opened my mouth to scream and immediately shut it as soon as I felt the cold hard steel press to my throat.
"tsk tsk tsk. I told you to behave, because I don't want to hurt you. Do you want me to hurt you?"
"No" I whispered.
"Good. As long as you behave, I promise that you will have as great of a night as I plan to have."
I still couldn't see, but I could hear, and I could smell. I took a deep breath just as warm lips touched mine. I kept my mouth shut as tight as I could, doing my best to keep the probing tongue out. There was something about the smell of the man that was really getting to me. I hated to admit it, but he smelled so damn good; I knew that smell from somewhere. His lips started to move downward, kissing my neck, and I tried to squirm away. I didn't want to scream, because, obviously I valued my life, but I also didn't want to allow this to happen. I turned my head away from my captor, but that only allowed him better access to my neck. His lips lingered there for a few more seconds, before pulling back and grabbing my face, turning it back towards him.
"Aren't you enjoying yourself yet?" he asked, hands roaming over my stomach, lifting my t-shirt higher.
"No" I answered truthfully, wondering after I said it if that would be considered 'misbehaving'.
But instead he just chuckled, "Oh, you will"
The next thing I knew my shirt was pulled up high over my face, exposing my breasts; the cold air instantly making my nipples harder than I ever thought possible, so hard that they hurt. His hands were on them in an instant, kneading and massaging them. I gasped, twisting and turning, desperately trying to get away, not caring if I pissed him off. I just wanted him to stop. Suddenly he was straddling me, weighing me down.
"That's not very nice, Megan. I went through a lot of work to put all this together for you and it seems like you aren't appreciating it" Then his mouth went to my breasts and I nearly screamed. He bit down on my nipple and I would have punched him in the face if I had use of my hands. I struggled against my restraints as his mouth and tongue attacked my nipples; first biting, then licking gently before biting again. He squeezed my breasts together roughly, shoving my nipples together so that he could lick them at the same time. Sucking both of my nipples into his mouth, he ground his hips into mine and I could feel how hard he was. I wanted to knee him right in his nuts, but I knew that it would do me no good. Even if I wasn't tied down, he had pictures of me that I did not want to circulate. Tears welled in my eyes as his assault on my breasts continued. There was nothing I could do. I was going to be raped. I let out a sob as tears rolled down my cheeks, but before I could say anything, fingers were there, wiping my tears away. I had never been so confused in my life.
"Meg, I know you are a virgin so this is scary for you, but it's going to happen no matter what, so you might as well give in and enjoy it."
"How do you know that I'm a virgin?" I asked, now even more scared that this person knew things about me.
"Ah, I know a lot more than you think. Like, I know that you shave this pretty little pussy" he said as his hand slid down to my crotch, letting it rest on top of my panties. "And I know that a girl does not shave her pussy unless she wants to be truly fucked." He dipped a finger under my panties and slowly ran it down my slit. "Ah, so warm and soft; I wonder if I will find it wet if I dig a little deeper?"
"Please don't!" I begged, my whole body trembling now from fear mixed with the temperature of the house.
"Don't worry. I told you that you would have a great night, and I meant it. Tell me something Meg, do you play with yourself?"
"That's absolutely none of your business! Are you crazy!?"
"Answer the question, or I'll have to punish you" At this point I couldn't think of any worse punishment than being taken against my will, so I didn't answer him. Suddenly, his hands were back at my breasts, pinching the nipples between his fingers so hard I thought they'd fall off. "I said answer me."
"Yes" I replied in a whisper
"Good girl. Do you use a toy or your hand?" he asked, releasing my nipples.
"Just my hand"
"And, have you ever made yourself cum before?" I paused because I wasn't sure. I mean, it felt good when I...pleasured myself, but I wasn't sure if I ever really had an orgasm. "C'mon Megan, have you ever made yourself cum?"
"I'm not sure"
"Well, then that would be a no. Looks like it's time for me to show you what a real orgasm feels like. Remember, be quiet or else"
I felt him shift his body and move down towards the end of the bed. He hooked his fingers into the sides of my panties and pulled them down my spread eagled legs. As they got to my knees, they wouldn't stretch any further, and I heard him rip them away. I felt his fingers begin to slide up and down my smooth slit.
"Such a soft, sweet pussy. You've been greedy keeping it all to yourself" he said as his fingers pulled open my pussy lips, and I was glad that it was dark in the room, and that he couldn't see my area that I had kept to myself for so long. As his fingers held my lips open, he let another finger explore inside, swirling it around my clit before dipping it into my hole. I tried to close my legs, but the straps made it difficult. With his elbows he shoved my legs further apart and began to move his finger in and out of me. When he tried to put in 2 fingers, I let out a little yelp.
"Still a little dry. Let me take care of that" was the last thing I heard before his mouth was on my pussy. I jumped, gasping at the feeling. No one had ever gone down on me before. His mouth was warm and wet as his tongue took long strokes up and down, from my love hole to my clit, which was getting bigger with each touch. "Look at this clit swelling up. Oh yeah, you've been needing this for a long time. I'm going to give this cunt what it needs" he plunged his tongue into my pussy, moving it in and out like a cock. I couldn't believe that this was actually feeling good, yet at the same time I felt disgusted for even thinking it, but I just couldn't help it. No matter how many times I tried to remind myself that I was being raped, I could not make my brain put out the fire that was burning low in my belly. I held completely still, determined not to show him what this was doing to me. He continued to work magic with his tongue while I lay motionless, acting like a statue. Then he replaced his tongue in my pussy with two fingers, while his tongue moved onto my clit. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. My trembling body was beginning to betray me. He closed his mouth around my pussy, creating a seal, and began to suck on my clit, while giving little flicks with his tongue. I was about to go crazy. Every fiber in my body was telling me that this was wrong, but I just couldn't ignore how amazing this attack on my sex was feeling. It felt wrong to pout when he removed his mouth to speak.
"I know you are trying your hardest to act like you are not enjoying this, but I can feel from your body that you are. Megan, I am going to make you cum. There is nothing that you can think about, nothing that you can do that will stop it. It's going to take over your body and you are going to cum. And I know you want it. So, if I take the straps off your legs, do you promise to be good?"
I didn't want to admit that I was actually going to cum, but I did want my legs to be free, so I said "yes"
As soon as my legs were unstrapped, his hands were under them, pushing them as far apart as they would possibly go. I could feel the tightness in them as they stretched. It was a little uncomfortable, but his mouth moved back to my pussy so fast that I almost forgot about it. But how could I forget when I felt this amazing? It seemed that having my legs stretched apart to the max increased the sensitivity of my clit. His tongue was swirling and sucking, nibbling. I could not hold it in anymore. I gave myself to it. I had to. It felt like I was about to burst. As soon as I did this he could tell. He doubled his efforts. His mouth and tongue and fingers seeming to be everywhere. I began to moan and he put a finger to my lips, reminding me to be quiet. I clamped my mouth shut, afraid to wake Emma. Then I felt it building stronger, and stronger. I bucked against his face and screamed inside my head as I came. Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washing over me. My whole body vibrated, and my pussy spasmed and squirted. And my captor never let go. He kept his mouth on me the whole time, riding it out, licking up everything that I was putting out. It felt like I came forever, and when I finally stopped shaking and could breathe again he asked me "So, now tell me. Have you ever had an orgasm?"
"I wasn't sure before, but after that, no. I've never had a real orgasm before. Not like that" I lay there panting, sucking in deep breaths to try to calm myself down when I smelled it again, that familiar smell and suddenly it hit me! Someone who knew me, knew I was a virgin, knew I would be here...someone who always smelled like my favorite cologne.
"Kyle?" I whispered into the darkness. There was a beat of silence before he answered. "Hey,Meg." It was quiet again. I suppose neither of us knew just what to say at this moment. I decided to go first.
"I knew you needed it. You looked so damn good tonight and I knew that you'd be a little out of it because of the wine. I also knew that if I came onto you, you would shut me down...I'm sorry if I scared you, but it was the only way I could think of to show you how good sex can be. I heard you talking to Emma. I know why you haven't done it yet – and I wanted to make sure that you would actually enjoy your first time."
I thought it over, still in shock of what just happened. I couldn't deny that it felt fabulous, but I also couldn't just let go of the fact that I was just eaten out against my will. Finally my silence must have gotten to him because he spoke
"Please don't hate me Megan. I would never really hurt you. But I do know what you need, and you know that I know it. Here – feel this" he moved up the length of my body and placed his rock hard cock in my still restrained hand. He moaned as my cool fingers brushed against it. It was so hot to the touch, it felt like it was on fire. "Do you see what you do to me?" he asked, moving his member up and down along my hand. "I'm going to give this to you. I'm going to show you how a real man fucks a woman" And with that he was between my legs again, sliding his cock head all around my slippery pussy.
"Please Kyle" I whispered, not sure if I was begging him to stop or keep going. I just didn't know anymore. The thought of being taken like this was now less threatening that I knew who my captor was, and that he truly wouldn't hurt me. I couldn't lie and say that it wasn't the best thing I'd ever felt in my life.
"Yes, Meg. I know you are ready."
"No, I'm not Kyle. I'm not ready. Please, not like this. Not while I'm still tied up. I should be in a relationship with the person who takes my virginity,"
"Trust me" was his response and he thrust his penis inside of me, tearing my cherry, and stretching my untouched womanhood. I gasped at the pain, another tear falling from my eyes. Dammit, that hurt.
"I had to do it that way Meg. It will be easier for you that I pushed in fast, now the pain is done and you can start to feel the pleasure." He began to move inside of me, slow rocking movements at first. He wasn't lying about the pain being over. I was still soaked from him going down on me, so once he began to move, it was effortless. Yes, I felt stretched and full, but there was no pain. He kept up his slow and steady pace until he felt me respond. Once I relaxed, he picked up the tempo. Thrusting harder into me, filling me completely. I was lost in the feeling, forgetting where I was and what was going on and just focused on the feeling.
"Good girl. I knew this was right. I knew you needed a big fat cock filling you up. I love this fresh pussy. So clean and tight...untouched by anyone else. Oh yes. We are going to cum together Megan."
"Again?" I asked. I wasn't sure I could take another orgasm like the one I just had. I nearly survived the first one.
"You have no idea how good it can get; how many times I can make you scream" he said, still pumping into my pussy. He put his hands under my ass, lifting me up and when he did that I thought I would die. His dick started to stroke my spot and I felt the same tension as before building inside of me. I began to pant and moan; writhing my hips, trying my best to meet his thrusts. It felt like he couldn't get in deep enough. My moans became louder and he grabbed a pillow to throw over my face. I grabbed on to it, covering my mouth and letting it swallow my sounds of pure pleasure. He seemed to sense that I needed more so he began to rub my clit as he kept pounding me. That did it. My heart took off, beating so fast I thought it would burst from my chest. I bucked against him, as my walls started to clench around his member.