Rock'n'Roll Lifestyle

Chapter 2

By wc63

"That was good." she whispered. "Too good. Way, way too good." Something in her tone didn't seem right, and he lifted up on one elbow to look into her face. To his surprise, she almost looked like she was going to cry.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I mean it was too good. I mean this is too real. It's not just a fantasy any more. I mean I'm sure that heroin isn't as addictive as the feelings you just gave me."

Hearing this made him feel definitely uncomfortable.

"Hey, c'mon," he kidded her gently with a smile. "Don't be so silly." She wrapped her arms around his head and held it to her chest for a moment, stroking his hair with her hand and the top of his head with her chin.

"You've gotta make love to me now, Corey." She said quietly. "You've gotta put it inside me." He lifted his head and grinned.

"Right now?" he asked lightly.

"Right now." she answered seriously. "You've given me two really great ones, and I haven't made you cum at all, and it's not fair. And I'll never be more ready than I am right now." He became serious as he saw the earnestness on her face.

"I think you're right." he said quietly. He still didn't think she'd be able to take him, but he was so damn horny he was willing to try.

She spread her legs and he slid between them. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He gently kissed her open mouth as he moved until he could feel the head of his dick butted up against the moistness of her softest place. He gave a tentative push, his dick still as hard as a rock, but to him his cock seemed way too big.

"Mmmff." she said into his mouth with a little squirm. He pushed a little harder, with no better results. It felt like he was trying to push it into a belly button, not a pussy.

"Mmmff. Wait. Wait a second..." she breathed. He pulled back a bit and she reached down and grasped him behind the head with one hand. Her pussy was oozing her thick lubrication in anticipation of his penetration. She wiped the tips of two fingers of her other hand through her slit, gathering a blob of her gel on her fingertips, and wiped it on the bulbous head of his dick. She continued to gather liquid from herself and rub it over his shaft till his whole cock was well coated.

"Mmmm. It's so bumpy, under the skin." she murmured, "And so hard. And so huge..." She assumed the position he'd shown her earlier, knees as high as she could pull them with her tailbone on the bed, heels to the backs of her thighs with her toes pointed.

"Close your eyes." she whispered. Grasping the head in one hand and the shaft in the other, she rubbed the end of it all over her little pussy. This sent a shiver through his body that stood his hair on end. The pressure of her grip on his shaft squeezed a drop of his lubricant free of the end of his dick, and she mixed it with hers, stirring it into her opening with the end of his cock. She wiggled her body toward him on the bed and pushed her opening against his dick a bit. Using the fingers of one hand on the end of his cock, and the fingers of the other on the lips of her pussy, she began tucking his head inside her an eighth of an inch of skin at a time, working her way around and around his cock. Her vulva seemed as hot as a fever burning against his tip. He held as still as a stone as she slowly, slowly tucked and wiggled her body onto his member. She stopped when she had the head of his cock about halfway tucked in, but the rigid core of him was still just outside the ring of her tightness.

"Okay Corey." she whispered. "Push." He slowly added pressure, and she wiggled her hips in a little circle, until it seemed that his rigid dick would bend. Finally, the circle of her opening was forced to expand, little by little until most of his head was inside her.

With almost no warning he could feel his orgasm rapidly building.

"Hold still!" he whispered hoarsely. She froze. He quickly began composing a guitar solo in his head. He had long since learned that the part of his mind that thought about sex could not work at the same time as the part of his mind that composed guitar solos. After about fifteen seconds his impending orgasm abated.

"All right." he said, and began a slow push and release, not enough to call thrusting, getting no more than a sixteenth of an inch more of his hardness into her each time, until he could feel her maidenhead stretched across the end of his cock. He opened his eyes to see her face.

And froze. It was obvious she was in pain. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her face clenched, her hands twisted in the bedspread. All of her muscles were flexed, and fresh sweat beaded the brow of her pretty face. She seemed in such severe pain that he lost the will to continue.

"This is nuts." he growled, his voice suddenly seeming too loud. "This is not gonna work. You're going to rip, and then I'm going to have to rush you to the hospital." He began to pull out of her.

"What? No! Wait, please, please wait!" she wailed. She wrapped her legs around his body and started to pull him inside her, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.

Her voice seemed to hold such pleading desperation that he did wait, and she spoke quickly and earnestly, knowing she'd have to talk fast to convince him. She held his face in her hands and looked into his eyes.

"I'll be all right, really I will, as long as I'm excited enough I should be dilated, right? And I should expand and stretch as you push into me, okay?" She reached down and began to rub her clitoris between both index fingers, and continued speaking:

"I mean you'd do it to me to make me come, right? To bring me pleasure? And you will! Just not right now. Please Corey, this is my first time, my very first time, and that's important to a girl. It's real important to me that you really enjoy me, that you really enjoy my first sex with you, even if it hurts me. You don't have to enjoy the pain, you just have to enjoy me. I mean, you've got the easy part, don't you? And see? My pussy's getting used to you."

He thought about it, and it did seem that her tightness may have relaxed a little around his penis head. She saw his resolve waver, and continued in a rush:

"Remember you said to me: `If we keep going now, you can't turn back.'? I didn't turn back on you, Corey. Please don't turn back on me. Please don't ask me to stop."

Suddenly he felt like an asshole for having said that to her in the first place. And he knew he would feel like a hypocrite if he failed to do as she asked. He felt a profound wave of affection for her. He felt protective, and couldn't help but admire her courage. He didn't want to injure her body, but he also didn't want to injure her emotions. He gently gathered her little body to his, and nuzzled her hair, then settled his face in the hollow of her shoulder. She began to whisper in his ear, still gently rubbing her clitoris with both fingers:

"You can do it, Corey. Just push a little harder. I'm giving you everything, Corey. I'm giving you my virginity. All you have to do is take what I'm giving you. I'll only ever be a virgin for you, Corey. I'll never, ever be a virgin for anybody else. Only you. C'mon. Just push it inside me. I can't do it, Corey. I'm not brave enough. You have to do it to me. I think I'm brave enough to let you, Corey, but you've gotta do it to me, even if you've gotta make me do it..."

He couldn't believe what she was saying to him. Her words seemed to bore through his mind and into his soul. He felt like she was taking hypnotic control of his entire being, and he knew he'd never been half as excited in his life. He suddenly knew that he was going to do it to her, that nothing short of death was going to stop him. Still, he held back, wanting desperately to hear what else she was going to say.

She realized that it was working, that he was going to keep going, and that she was turning herself on, as well, despite the pain. She thought of all the naughty things she had ever been tempted to say, and let the words flow out:

"Just think of how I'll feel to you, Corey, when you're all the way inside me. All nice and warm and wet and tight around your... cock. Mmmm, this is gonna work, Corey. I'm much more relaxed now. I'm a lot more ready, ready to take you inside me. All the way. I want all of you inside me, all of your big, hard cock inside me. All the way up me. C'mon, Corey, do it to me now. Take me. Take my virginity now, Corey, take my virginity. Please, just push yourself inside me..."

That was it, all that he could stand. He looked down her body, at her legs curled high, her breasts shivering between her biceps as she fingered her little clitoris with both hands. He tucked his elbows under hers and grasped her shoulders from behind. He lay some of his weight upon her, holding her firmly in place. His cock-head had been squeezed almost out of her by her tightness, and he applied some pressure to keep it in place. He gathered himself for his thrust, and felt her grow tense. She began rubbing herself a little faster, and he heard her whisper to herself:

"Oh God, here it comes, here it comes..."

"Easy. Relax." he crooned soothingly. He felt the tension start to drain from her. "That's it. Just relax. It's okay..."

His first powerful thrust took him back up to her maidenhead, his second tore her open, his third, fourth and fifth got his cock-head past what had been her virginity, and he held there, shaking like a leaf.

"Ow! Aaaaggh! Ow ow ow owaaammmmm!" she buried her face in the hollow of his shoulder to stifle what was rapidly becoming a scream. She struggled hard to control the urge to push him off, to make him take it out. She forced herself to not beg him to stop. Her body shook with spasms. After the first hotly intense ripping sensation, came the stabbing pains of his subsequent thrusts, settling to an aching and immense feeling of pressure. She couldn't help thinking to herself amidst all the sensation: `Wow. I've got a really, really big cock shoved into me.' And she rubbed her clitoris a little harder.

She was so tight around him, he felt like he had forced his cock into a finger of a greased rubber glove. He had never felt such intense emotion as that tearing at his soul at that moment. Like some kind of split personality feeling, half of him desperately wanted to sooth her pain, to jump up and get an aspirin or call a doctor or something to help her, to comfort her. But this half of his mind was not in control. Primeval, animal, sexual desire decided what his body was going to do, and the rest of his being seemed only along with the ride. Other things began to awaken in him. He lifted himself off her enough to look down at her face and upper body and placed his palms flat on the mattress. Careful not to move his prick in her as her flinching died down, he pulled his knees up to a wide crawling position with his pelvis held low. He whispered to her:

"Please, keep going. Tell me what you're feeling. Tell me what you're thinking." He began slowly thrusting into her. Tears began leaking from the corners of her eyes. It took her a couple of tries to find her voice, and then it was only a tense whisper:

"Ohh... Oh... Oh God, Corey. It's so big. It's really hurting me. But it's in me. I'm a woman now. You've made me a woman with your cock. Your woman. You've made me your woman with your cock, Corey, pushed it up inside me and took me, heart and soul. My soul is bonded to yours even more strongly now, Corey. I can feel your heartbeat in your cock, so strong and fast, feel it with my pussy, my sore pussy. Oooh, you're really getting it in me now, really deep, really, aah, aah! uuh! AAAHHH!"

She lost it, dissolving into violent shaking, and he paused in his thrusts. He was a little more than half way inside her, maybe five inches, and he was riding the fine line at the edge of letting his orgasm explode. Her soft body shaking against his, she found she could continue, though her voice was shaking;

"I need this, Corey. I've needed it for a long time. I need this feeling, this experience. I need this pain like a mother needs to feel the pain of giving birth to be complete. I feel like I am giving birth. I feel like I'm giving birth to you, Corey. Do you feel like you're being born? But no, you're not coming out of me, you're going inside me. Are you my baby, Corey? Do you feel all safe and warm inside me, like a child in the womb? Hmm?"

He closed his eyes and thought about it, thought about how his dick felt, squeezed so tightly in the warmth of her gloriously sexy little body.

"Yes." he croaked hoarsely. It was all that he could say, balanced as he was on the edge of orgasm. Her shaking had almost stopped.

"Come on," she whispered, "We're almost there. Just a little farther. My pussy's getting used to you again, and she needs the rest of your cock. Just a little more, and you'll be all the way inside me. Come on, just push it in me. You can do it. Just shove it into me. All the way."

He felt like someone else was controlling his body, and he was just an observer. He raised himself above her on his widespread hands and knees, so that he was not touching her with anything but his cock embedded in her. He watched her as he resumed his slow, short thrusts, like he was trying to push her up to the head of the bed with his cock.

After six more slow thrusts he had gained another inch, and was maybe six inches inside her. She could no longer speak, only whine and flinch at the peak of his every thrust. It took all of her will power to not try to jump up and run away. She rubbed her pussy frantically, and concentrated on keeping her fingers on her clitoris and her knees high, but it was no use. Against her own will, she began wiggling away from him on her tailbone and shoulder blades.

Fascinated, he let her do it until she had slowly pulled herself off his cock about three inches, then quickly thrust the three inches back up inside her. It was pure ecstasy. She gave a little scream, and began wiggling away from him a little faster, whining all the while. He felt the first rumblings of his orgasm, let them die down. He let her wiggle off him another three inches, thrust them back inside her.

She was wiggling up the bed constantly now, frantically, whining all the while, and he followed her up the bed, thrusting it back inside her every three inches. They were both completely coated with sweat, and some of the strands of her hair were sticking to her face and shoulders.

Finally her head was scrunched up against the headboard, and she began to whimper: `Please, please Corey, please, please...'

He didn't know whether she was begging him to stop or to keep going, and it didn't matter because he could not stop. He grasped her shoulders from behind, braced the top of his own head against the headboard, and pulled her down from it. He wrapped himself around her and pulled her close to himself, laying most of his weight upon her, too far gone to even care if it was too much for her. He humped his cock inside her with short, almost frantic strokes but after only four of them he felt the end of her passage touch the head of his cock, and after one more he was tight against it, not quite seven inches in. He was panting like a marathon runner, and he began to shake all over. He lifted his weight from her and slowly slid his cock almost all the way out of her, slowing down near the end so as to be sure not to take it right out of her, then slowly slid the whole seven inches back inside her. There were still two inches of his cock outside of her, the thickest two inches, but he was glad to have gotten even that much inside her. He slowly pulled it out and slid it in again, one, two, three, four times. The pleasure was unbelievable.

His orgasm hit him like a truck. His vision grayed and he almost passed out. A wave of ecstasy passed from the head of his cock to every inch of his skin, and back to his cock. Extreme hot and cold flashes swept over his body. He humped her pussy very quickly but lightly, with one inch little strokes, and grunted deeply on every one: `Uhh, uuh, uuh, uuh...'

"Oooh, you're coming in me!" She breathed, amazed. "That's good, that's so good. I can feel your cock, it's... oooh. Cum in me, Corey, please..." still caressing herself with one hand, she reached up to stroke his hair with the other.

His sense of relief and release were so great, that to his utter astonishment he began to cry in great wracking sobs as he pumped his seed into her, every spurting thrust a fresh wave of ecstasy.

"Are you crying, Corey?" she asked, astonished and concerned. "Are you crying for me? My God, that's beautiful, that's so beautiful..."

And then, just as his orgasm subsided to large aftershocks and he began to gain control of his emotions, to his utter amazement, she came.

While not as intense as the two big ones she'd had earlier that night, and tempered by pain, it was still an amazingly pleasurable sensation. He watched in surprise as her face was instantly transformed to an expression of rapture. Even though her little pussy couldn't squeeze him any tighter, it tried, and it's little contractions were the perfect thing to stimulate a long series of delightful aftershocks in his hypersensitive dick.

"Oh." she said, sounding mildly surprised. And then, a few seconds later, "Oh." again.

Finally she settled slowly into a state of utter relaxation. Her legs uncurled and lay splayed wide apart. She lay back and gloried in the afterglow for a minute, spread-eagled beneath him.

With eyes closed and a little smile on her face, she began to hum a tune. After a few bars he recognized to his embarrassment that it was one of his; `Take My Romance', off his first album.

"Amanda." he said, trying it out in his mouth. "Aamaaaandaa. You're so beautiful. I'm sorry I hurt you, Amanda."

"Shh, please don't say that." she whispered, gently stroking his face. "I made you do it, and it needed to happen. This is what I was born to do. I know the purpose of my existence is to bring you pleasure."

"Hey, c'mon," he chided with a smile, "I'm sure you're destined to have more in your life than just sleeping with me for the next seventy years."

"Nothing of any significance." she replied with surety, and changed the subject.

"Can you do it some more?" she asked sweetly.

He pulled back a little and gave an experimental push, then another. He was still hard, but normal hard, not the skin stretching, aching ultra-hardness it had been before his orgasm.

"Indeed," he pronounced with formality, his voice rumbling deeply in his chest, "I can do it, some more!"

She giggled.

"You're funny." she said as he began to move inside her again. "Mmmm. I'm so wet, with both our come inside me, and I feel so relaxed, it almost doesn't hurt any more."

"Almost?" he asked.

"Well, it still hurts, but at least now I can take pleasure from feeling you sliding in and out of me. It feels like you might be a little..." she wiggled her hips in a little circle, "...less huge, I guess. Smaller just isn't what I'm trying to say."

He laughed and kissed her on the forehead. "You're funny too, Amanda."

He leaned down and kissed her. Her mouth felt so warm and moist, he let himself moan his pleasure into it as he began picking up the pace of his sex. Her channel felt like it had gradually become more accustomed to his massive size, still far tighter than any other woman he had ever felt, but no longer in danger of injury. He resumed the long slow strokes he had been using before, from his tip to about six and a half inches deep when he touched down lightly against her cervix.

"Mmmm, that's starting to feel good..." she murmured, still spread eagle beneath him, relaxed, a little smile on her face.

"You look so enticing in that position, so open, so sensual." he said gently.

"It's my natural position." she spoke as softly as he, "This is how I go to sleep every night. Naked, spread all over the bed like this."

"Really? How exciting."

"Mm hmm. I even keep the room real warm, and sleep on top of the covers like this, same as you. Why, a guy could sneak into my room at night and just slip it right inside me while I'm sleeping."

Envisioning this little scenario gave him a powerful thrill, and his cock pulsed about halfway back up to full rock hardness.

"Mmmm, you like the thought of that, don't you?" she asked with a giggle. "I can feel it in your cock." She gave a little shiver. "I feel like such a naughty, bad little girl, saying that. I can feel your cock growing harder with the inside of my pussy. Mmmm." She giggled again.

"You're really incredible, you know that?" He laughed, rumbling deep in his chest. "You feel so different from every other woman I've ever been with. You're so small. I have to remind myself when I go to kiss you, so I don't kiss you on the top of the head. You remind me of, what's that expression? Woman-child. You're so obviously a woman..." and he lightly stroked her breasts, watching her nipples rise, "But you look so young... between your legs. And when I hold you in my arms, you feel so soft and small, so child-like. It makes me feel so protective, like I should wrap myself around you and protect you from everything bad in the world."

"That's so beautiful." She replied, dreamily. "When you hold me, I feel like I'm in the arms of a god. Completely protected, totally safe and warm."

"Mmm, thank you." he said. "And speaking of warm..." They were still soaked in sweat, and feeling a little hot and sticky by then. He reached over to the night stand and grabbed the cloth from the bowl and squeezed a little excess water from it. The water had cooled to room temperature, so when he wiped the still-dripping cloth gently over her breasts, it felt deliciously cool and refreshing. He heard the hissing intake of breath through the teeth of her smiling mouth as he began wiping the sweat from all of her body that he could reach.

"Aaah, that feels so nice, so cool." she cooed. "You give me all these wonderful sensations. Let me do it for you when you're done me."

He continued until he was done gently wiping her body, leaning on alternating elbows and continuing the long slow strokes of his member into her delicate loins the whole time. Then he handed it to her, and it felt gloriously cool as she slowly drew it over his overheated skin.

"Yes, this was definitely one of my better ideas." he mumbled.

"You're body's so beautiful, so handsome." she told him. "You're so big, and you feel better than I've ever dreamed, and your muscles are so nice." She began naming them as she drew the cloth over them. "Trapezoids... pectorals... deltoids... abdominals..." She got to lower abdominals, and she rubbed it down into his pubic hair, and froze as she touched his dick.

After a second she handed him the cloth and he put it back in the bowl. She reached down between their bodies and felt how much of the base of his cock was still outside her at the end of his next thrust. A little under two and a half inches; almost enough to wrap her hand around it, if her fingers had been long enough to do so.

"Oh no." she whispered quietly.

"What's the matter?" he asked, concerned.

"I knew it wasn't all the way inside me, but I was sure it was almost all the way in me." She sounded supremely disappointed. "There's still a whole bunch of it you haven't put in me yet!"

"So?" he asked, puzzled.

"So you've gotta put the rest inside me too!" she pouted, running her hands through his hair. "Please?"

He stared at her for a moment, flabbergasted. Finally he gave his head a bit of a shake.

"Look," he said, "I don't have to do anything. First, you feel absolutely beautiful this way. Second," he pushed it in till he touched down at six and a half inches, then another half inch to put some tension on her cervix, "That's all the room you have, any farther and it's really gonna hurt you again, and we just got past that. Third, I've already got more in you than lots of guys have to give, and it only gets thicker. Fourth, I can't think of a single good reason to do so. So you might as well leave it at that." He leaned down and kissed her neck by way of changing the subject.

"I have two good reasons." She replied earnestly; "I can't stand the thought that I'm unable to love you fully, to do for you all that other women can. And I know that no matter how much you enjoy me tonight, if you don't go all the way, then tomorrow you'll think to yourself `She was nice, too bad I couldn't get it all the way into her'."

He had no reply to that, so he continued to tease her neck, and ply her with long, gentle strokes.

"I'll talk dirty to you again." Her teasing whisper of warning was punctuated by a soft giggle.

"It doesn't matter if you do. I'm not going to and that's it. Just let me know if you don't like what I'm doing."

She hugged him around his chest and considered her sensations.

"Mmmm, oh I like what you're doing." she spoke softly. "It's too bad though. I bet this part of you wanted to be inside me too." She lightly scratched down the length of his root that hadn't been inside her yet with the fingernails of both hands. "Imagine this part all the way in, how much nicer it would feel. Imagine me touching you right around here." She traced a line around his member where it joined his body with the tips of both index fingers. "And I so wanted to feel these against my bum." She reached past his shaft and cupped his balls, rolled them in her palm a bit, gave them a gentle squeeze. "Mmm, they feel so nice. And I really want to rub my little clit against you right here." With that she rubbed his pubic bone where his cock met his body, his pubic hair slightly scratchy on her finger.

His dick pulsed up another degree of hardness, but he maintained his slow strokes and nibbles.

"C'mon, Corey, you know my pussy wants it, you know your cock wants it. You know I want it, and you know that deep down inside, part of you wants to do it to me. C'mon, let yourself go. Be the rampaging stallion I know you are."

She paused, as if to judge the results of her efforts. He was stroking just a little faster, otherwise, no change. She continued in a whisper, with more intensity;

"C'mon Corey, do it to me. Do it to my little pussy. You can push your whole cock right inside my tight little pussy. Do it. Fuck my pussy with your cock, with all of your cock. Fuck my little girl pussy, hurt me with your big, manly cock. Go on, do it, I'm fresh young pussy, hurt me with your cock, make me be your pussy aaaaAAAAAA!!!"

"God dammit Amanda!" he almost-shouted in her face as he slammed it up inside her. "Is this what you want?!"

"Yessss..." she hissed through clenched teeth.

"Shit!" he growled, amidst more vicious penetrations. "A minute ago, we were making love! Now I'm fucking you! What the hell are you trying to do to me?! Just what the fuck are you trying to make me become?! A pedophile?! A sadist?!!"

"A did..." she forced out, squirming, almost thrashing from the pain of his thrusts.

"WHAT?" he barked, pausing at the peak of his thrust. She panted, got her breathing under control.

"Addicted." she whispered quietly.

The word blasted into his mind, unexpected and surprising, instantly dissipating his anger.

"Addicted." he repeated softly, almost in wonderment. For a moment, he envisioned rolling over and telling her to leave. The thought was like ice-water thrown on his heart.

"I am. Maybe I am addicted." he said to himself in amazement. He resumed his slow, gentle thrusting, almost distractedly, while he absorbed the thought.

"Why, Amanda? Why do you want to do that to me?"

"To make us even, Corey. I'm addicted to you." She told him gently. "And besides, I really do want to feel you all the way inside me. You came so close a minute ago, when you were excited."

"Excited." he stated wonderingly. "Straighten one leg." he told her calmly. When she did, he rolled them over to that side. He lay on his back, relaxed, laced his fingers behind his head.

"You do it." he said, and closed his eyes.

She laid her head on his chest. "Aw, c'mon Corey, you know I want you to do it to me." she purred. His eyes flashed open.

"If you want it, do it!" he growled dangerously.

She snapped a shocked glance at his face before lowering her eyes and answering softly; "Yes Corey."

It was amazing to see the submissive role come over her. Her posture and motions took on a subservient aspect, subtle yet unmistakable. Her breath came in shorter, more shallow little pants. Her nipples returned to absolute full hardness. She reached down and rubbed her clitoris four times, hard, and came. She closed her eyes, put her hands on his shoulders, bit her lip, rubbed her breasts against his chest, and rode the shock waves as her pussy spasmed around his member.

`Unbelievable!' he thought to himself. `She really gets off on this submissiveness thing in a big way! I'd assumed she just did it to turn me on! Well.'

"You'd really enjoy having me order you around, wouldn't you?" he asked her curiously.

"Yes Corey." she murmured meekly. "I really want you to be my master."

"Wow." he said. "Well. Maybe I'll be ready to explore that some other time, but for now I don't want you to be like that." he told her.

"Yes Corey."

She brought her knees up to kneel astride him, leaned a little on her arms, and pushed herself down onto him as hard as she could stand. A long groan forced itself from her, and she grimaced as sweat broke out all over her body. She kept the pressure on for about fifteen seconds, then lifted a little, panting like a steam engine. She let herself recover for a few moments; drops of sweat collecting on her eyebrows, chin, and the tip of her nose. She shook them free, to rain onto his chest and belly, and leaned back to continue impaling herself on his throbbing pole. She kept the pressure on for almost half a minute. She made little whining sounds with every breath, and the droplets falling from her face to splatter on his belly were as much tears as sweat now. Finally, just when he thought he could almost feel her nether lips around his base, she lifted off again.

This time as she was panting her way to another momentary recovery she placed the palms of both hands on his hip-bones. Leaning back and settling her weight on her straightened arms, she un-tucked her legs from beneath her and stretched them out in front of her. With her knees a bit bent and the soles of her feet against his shoulders, her hands were pressed hard on his hips as she held all of her weight on her rigid arms. She took six deep breaths, held it, one more deep breath, held it...

He realized what she was going to do.

"Hey, hold on..." he began.

She dropped herself onto his cock.

"FUCK!" he yelled, as she tried to muffle a long painful scream with her hands. Her body weight drove her more than completely onto his cock. As she had left herself no other means of supporting her weight, his cock didn't stop at what would normally be his full length. Rather, the skin of his cock was stretched along his length and pushed down around the base of his shaft, lengthening him inside her. What she hadn't counted on was the fact that his legs were open about halfway, and they were so slippery with sweat and her juices that she started to slide backwards between his legs. If it wasn't for the fact that she was completely impaled on his cock, she'd have slid all the way back till her ass landed on the bed between his legs.

When she'd first suddenly relaxed her arms and dropped herself onto him, it had felt to him that the end of her passage was going to push so hard on the end of his dick that the compression would buckle him, and then the incredible squeeze of her opening around the thickness of his base actually seemed to hold her weight for half a second before he slid all the way in to a stop. Then, when she'd started to slide backwards it felt like his dick was going to be torn out by the roots. The wave of pain left him so weak that he could not sit up for the first two tries, especially with her legs resting on his shoulders, and it was all he could do to raise his thighs enough to stop her from sliding back any farther. For almost five seconds he could do nothing but feel the little squirming sensations of her pussy around his dick as her tissues adjusted and redistributed the stretching tension, decompressing him a little.

Finally he sat up, pushing her legs against her forearms as she held her hands over her mouth, and he wrapped his arms around her. He was able to take most of her weight off his cock, but it remained just as deeply inside her, and that was deeper than he had ever been in a woman. She was so flexible that it did not bother her to be folded almost double in his lap. They leaned their heads together while she fought to keep her next breath from being a scream, succeeded, and cried.

His chest worked like a bellows with great, deep, wracking breaths as he struggled to clear the stars from his vision. Holding her weight with one arm and then the other, he tucked her legs around his seated body so he could hold her close, her arms tucked between them. He could not speak to ask the questions he needed to ask, so when he could get a word out, he had them condensed to one word.

"Medic?" he gasped.

She shook her head no, tried to calm herself.

"You?" she finally managed.

"No." A minute passed. He started to shift his weight.

"Please." she said between heaving breaths, "Try not. To move. For a while."

"Check."

It seemed a long time before either of them spoke, or moved except for their slowly calming breathing. Finally, she moved her hands, rubbed them slowly on his chest. Their conversation was only whispers.

"You feel so, fucking, incredibly, huge, like being impaled on a fence post, but I did it." she gasped.

"Yes Amanda. Brave, beautiful, foolish Amanda. You did."

"That wasn't how I planned it." she told him.

"I'm sure it wasn't."

"Are you sure you're okay, Corey?"

He was a little surprised to hear her ask, all things considered.

"Yah. I caught you just in time. I'll be all right in a minute coach; I just hafta walk it off. You?"

"Oh yah." she giggled. "About the same. Can I get you to make, like, just a little tiny movement?"

"Are you sure you want to continue?" he asked. "I mean, I know that must've really hurt."

"Ask yourself the same question." she said. He thought about it.

"Hmm. Good point." He gave a slow little flex and release, just enough to create barely detectable friction.

"Mmf. I think my pussy's starting to get used to you again, Corey." She slowly wrapped her hands 'round the back of his neck and gathered her heels under her. Very, very slowly she lifted herself off him until only the head was still in, then even more slowly she lowered back down till he was just barely all the way inside her, without lowering her weight on him. She only flinched a little. So did he.

"Do you like that?" she asked.

"Uhh." he grunted.

"Did I do okay, Corey? Can I... touch myself?" she asked shyly.

"You're incredible, Amanda. Give yourself as much pleasure as you can, and keep doing what you just did."

"Yes Corey." Leaving one hand on the back of his neck she reached down for her delicate fingertip rub on the tip of her clitoris, and resumed her slow up and down on his oversized penis. She hoped she could work some of her tightness out, get to be a slightly looser fit around his maleness, but it didn't seem to be happening. She still had to stretch her pussy along his length for the last two and a half inches of him, and she could plainly feel his width stretching her circumference always, but especially at her opening when the last couple of inches went in. Her incredible pussy seemed to have the elasticity to stretch that much without tearing, but it wasn't easy, and she still had to push very hard to get the last of it in. The pain was very powerful, but as she examined in detail the sensations of the sex she was having with him, his hugeness moving inside her, the pain began to be blocked by the waves of pleasure radiating from her finger rubbing on her clit.

"That's incredible." he whispered. "It just doesn't fit, I can feel it. And you just force it inside yourself anyway, somehow. I know it must be hurting you, a lot, but it looks like you'll be able to reach an orgasm in about five minutes anyway. I don't know how you can do that. I'm feeling so much pleasure I can hardly breathe. From the sensation. And the unbelievable sight of you, how you look, rubbing yourself with your fingertip, lowering your naked little pussy onto my cock, the way your stomach muscles flex a bit when you push the last of it in. Wow! Lookit that."

"What?" she asked.

"Suck your tummy in as much as you can, you'll see." he told her. She did.

"Oh, I see..." She whispered, awestruck.

They could plainly see the outline of his cock moving inside her. When he was all the way in his cock made a bulge on her tummy higher than her belly button. They just watched her tummy, captivated by the sight, for a minute. She leaned back against his thighs and shortened her stroke to the deepest two inches, and lightly pressed her hands against her tummy, over his cock.

"Oh God, that's..." she began, but had no words for her feelings.

She lowered herself all the way onto him, rested a little of her weight on her bum, and began to rub her clitoris against his pubic bone with little forward and back strokes. She pressed her hands hard against where she could feel him in her tummy.

To his amazement, his cock could feel it, could easily feel her hands pressing against him through her abdominal wall. After a minute she gently took his right hand and placed his palm against her lower belly, pressing his hand against herself with both of hers. With his hand, he could feel his cock moving inside her. And with his cock, he could feel his hand pressing against himself from outside her.

`That,' he thought, `is the strangest thing I've ever felt.'

"It's like you are my baby, Corey, and I can feel you moving inside me." she whispered.

`And that,' he thought, `is the strangest thought I've ever heard anyone express.'

She slowly wrapped her arms around his neck again, giving little pushes against the bed with her feet; just hard enough to maintain her clitty's little rubs against his pubic bone.

"Listen to me Corey. This is important. You're not a pedophile, because you're not harming a child, you're giving pleasure to a woman. If I dress up like a school girl, and you like that, it doesn't mean you're into school girls, it just means you're into me dressed up as a school girl. You're not a sadist, the most extreme thing you could call yourself from what you've done tonight is a reluctant dominant. We can't be judged by our fantasies, or almost every single one of us would be in jail, and you know it. Most guys have had at least one rape fantasy, and are not rapists. Most girls too. We can only be judged by the results of our actions, by the consequences of what we say and do, and by that measure, I'm the only one here who has anything to be ashamed of. And I refuse to feel crappy about making you take my virginity, because now I can bring you so much pleasure, you won't know how you lived without me. Besides, you probably won't understand this, but nobody else, nobody, could have hurt me as perfectly as you did. I had my best-case scenario figured as pretty unlikely, and you did so much better than that, so much better than I ever dreamed. I love it when you make love to me, and I need that, but when you're fucking me, you're still making love to me, because I love it, I really do, and you're making me love you. To me, there's something irresistible about the thought of you so caught up in the pleasure, so lost in the experience, that you just fuck me, taking pleasure from me unthinkingly, unknowingly, just slamming it into me with all your strength like I know you need to. I dreamed of it so many nights. Just the thought of it makes me want you to do it to me right now. Will you do that for me, Corey? Would you fuck me real hard? I won't try to talk you into it or trick you this time. Will you do it of your own free will, simply because I'm asking you to, as one adult in need to another?"

`Wow, that's quite a speech.' he thought. He took a moment to consider what she'd said, and rubbed his face in her hair. His mind began to trace down many branching paths of implications. A subtle sense of wrongness grew in him, like his computer's little error detection flag blinking in the corner of the screen. Suddenly, everything became as clear as it could with the information he had, and the holes in his knowledge stood out as prominent questions. He swung his legs sideways off the bed.

"Hang on tight." he told her. She tightened her arms around his neck and hooked her feet behind his back. He stood up, supporting her weight with his arms tight around her.

"I'll fuck you." he told her conversationally, "Partly because you asked in a way that showed some respect for me, and for yourself. Partly because you've convinced me that you can take it, physically. And mostly because I suddenly really feel like fucking you."

There was something in the very nonchalance of his voice that alerted her, and truly frightened her a little for the first time that evening. She looked into his eyes, saw the anger burning there.

"What's wrong, Corey? You're scaring me a little..."

With gaze locked to hers he placed his feet wide apart, knees bent, like a karate stance. He slowly lifted her to the end of his dick, and paused. He started to slide it into her and growled, and as his growl built into a snarl and then into a scream, he gave her an ever-accelerating thrust that culminated with him driving his last three inches into her with all of his power and holding her there with most of his strength;

"rrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! Ow ow ow ow, oh Christ Corey, you're so big, ow ow..." she whimpered.

"You know," he stated tensely, "for a second I had this really scary thought that you were a really good actress who's fourteen, and that you're going to blackmail me with a statutory rape charge. But then I thought, no, that's not what's wrong, but I should check her I.D. anyway." He lifted, gave her another big accelerating slam. He could see the shock-wave of his impact travel up her body, quaking her tits and snapping her head back a little. She screamed again, whimpered and shuddered.

"Part of it has to be the `silly little college girl' thing, the dumb blond thing. Now that I think about it, you're obviously very intelligent, and very determined." he stated. "The other part is that you were obviously lying when you said that you weren't pushing my buttons. You've played me like Paganinni with a Stradivarius. You're obviously expert at human sexual relations, despite your virginity, and I kinda find that to be a scary thought. Now, why don't we admit all that right now, shall we?" He gave her another huge and viscous thrust.

"Oh God, ow ow ow ow ow, shit." she whispered. "Alright, yes, I never thought about it that way, but yes. I got into social psychology and sexual therapy to try an' solve my own problems, but I know what guys like, in detail, okay? I know that there are certain things that you've never allowed yourself to enjoy, things that I need, and I just tried to give you as many of them as I could. I didn't know you'd go for it, but I was pretty sure. I mean, when a girl wants a guy, she's entitled to give him all the pleasures that he's never gotten from other women, right? What's wrong with that?"

"rrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRAAAAA!!!" He slammed her again, as hard and as fast as he could, held her there so hard he was shaking. She screamed a little, shaking even harder than him.

"And?" he growled.

"And I lied when I said I didn't dream of falling in love with you." she finally whispered. He held for a few seconds.

"And?" he growled. She couldn't think of an answer.

"And what? I'm sorry?" she finally asked meekly.

He began to pound it into her with continuous five inch strokes, as hard as he could, shaking her little body from head to toes. She screamed even harder, and against her will fought to escape him, to no avail. He slid his hands one at a time under her legs to the small of her back, holding her open with her knees over his elbows. He fucked her viciously for a while, then slowed and spoke in an intense growl;

"So how about the fact that you know too much about me? Huh? Way too much. You seem to know things that are flat out impossible for you to know. How I sleep. Who I've gone out with. What `pleasures I've gotten from other women'! Fuck! How the hell do you know what sex I've had from other women?!! Huh?!! You've either reading my mind, or you've had me under surveillance for fucking years!!! So what the hell's going on?"

He held still for a moment, tried to get himself under control. He grabbed the rest of his drink from the bedside table and threw it back. Just when she was going to speak, he interrupted her;

"Start from the beginning, don't leave anything out, if I think you're lying I'll throw you and your clothes out into the hall, and I swear you'll never see me again." As she finally spoke he fucked her with long steady strokes, not too fast or slow, and without too much impact at the end, so she could speak.

"It was the poster that started it. The one where you're wearing the black dress pants, with a white dress shirt off and thrown over your shoulder. About eight months ago. I'd heard your songs on the radio before then, and I really liked them a lot. But when `Be My Lover' came out, they had a life size version of that poster on the wall of the record store, and it made me wet from the second I saw it.

"I bought the CD and a copy of the poster, and I went straight home. I put the poster on the wall at the foot of my bed, and I listened to `Be My Lover' on headphones and stared at the poster, and rubbed my little clitty like crazy for three hours. That night I had my first wet dreams about you. I bought the rest of your CD's, the rest of your posters, I joined your fan club. I bought every magazine that had a picture of you. I started spending every spare minute watching MTV, in case they played one of your videos, until I'd videotaped them all. Then I took the VCR and TV up to my room, and I'd spend every second I could watching your videos, looking at your pictures, and playing with myself, just coming, and coming, and coming. Once I did it for sixteen hours straight, and I still had wet dreams about you that night. Once I made myself so sore, I had to play with myself with a feather for two days.

"My sister thought I was nuts, and she tried to get me to stop, but I didn't want to. My schoolwork at college started to slip, and I told a few of the wrong girls about it, and pretty soon everybody knew I was obsessed with you. I know I'm obsessed, but I just don't care. That's why I wore `Obsession' tonight; it was kind of a joke.

Anyway, when I started to talk about really sleeping with you, to get it out of my system, I knew that my sister got really worried about me, but she didn't seem to do anything about it for a while. Then one day she came into my room with this huge stack of papers and cassettes, like, a foot deep. She seemed real angry, and she chucked them on the desk really hard and yelled at me; `I was hoping to prove he's an asshole!' and stormed out." She paused and asked;

"Can I have a drink of water? Please?"

"Okay. Keep talking, and keep fucking me while I get it." he told her. She couldn't move very far while supporting her weight, so she gave a little one-inch stroke, ground herself against him a little, and kept repeating the two motions while she continued speaking.

"Anyway, it was you."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean it was all stuff about you."

"What about me?"

She hesitated, and finally spoke with downcast eyes.

"Everything." she whispered.

He handed her the glass.

"Thank you." she said. He supported her weight while she took her arms from around his neck to drink.

"So be specific. What everything about me?" he prodded while she drank. She finished most of the glass, held the rest in front of her.

"Please don't make me tell you this part. I promised my sister that I wouldn't tell you this part." she pleaded quietly.

"Tell me, or be chucked in the hall." he insisted.

"All right," she whispered, eyes still downcast. "Your school records, bank records, credit records, driving records, and criminal records. Copies of all your print interviews. Copies of all your radio interviews, on cassette tape. A telephone interview she'd conducted with you herself, posing as a journalist. Transcripts of confidential interviews with your teachers, schoolmates, band mates, managers, agents, and almost anyone that ever worked with you."

"Holy shit." he stated in amazement and dropped into the easy chair, stunned. She yelped as her body weight slammed his cock all the way into her, then kept speaking.

"Confidential interviews with your mother." she continued. "Confidential interviews with your father, your brother, your sisters, all your friends. Very confidential, very in-depth interviews with every woman or girl you ever dated, or slept with. An analysis of your investment portfolio. An analysis of your security set-up, and personnel. Photocopies of all the family pictures your mother has of you. Your school pictures. Your baby pictures. Photos of the trophies you won in school, your school projects. I can't remember the rest." she finished.

Long seconds ticked away. He didn't move.

"Corey? Are you all right? Corey?"

"I can't remember the rest." he repeated dumbly. "Who else has this... information?"

"Oh God, no-one Corey! You can't think I'd ever share any of that with anyone, I never would! No one knows any of that even exists except Cindy and me, and she wanted me to destroy it all after I'd gone through it. I couldn't though. It's all locked up in my desk at home."

He looked at her with desperation, wanting to deny it all.

"And you're saying that no-one kept my confidence, protected my privacy? My girlfriends, my mom, they all spilled their guts about our... intimacies, my childhood, everything? How could they have done that?" he asked, bewildered.

"Oh Corey, please don't think badly of them! It wasn't like that at all! Most of them thought that they were the only one being asked, and they all thought that Cindy would never tell you or anyone else. And except for me it's true. Look, they're good people, your family and friends, except your agent. They wouldn't betray your trust. I know that doesn't seem to make a lot of sense, but if you ever met Cindy, you'd understand. She's almost magic. She's a world class, certifiable genius at inter-personal skills. She can look at you and see right into your soul. It's spooky. If she were here she could get you to tell her anything you know about anyone you know, and leave you feeling comfortable about having done it."

He took a moment before he continued.

"She gathered all this herself? How long did it take?"

"I'm not sure. About three weeks, I think."

"That's impressive." he said wonderingly. "So. Then you know all about me. Then what?"

"Oh." she said, and tried to get her mind back on the track of her narrative; "Well, I looked at it till I fell asleep, then I woke up and went through it some more. By the time Cindy came to talk to me the next day I'd drawn the same conclusions about you that she had."

"And they were...?" he interrupted.

"That you were an almost perfect man, that I'd never find a better man to be my first lover than you if I looked a hundred years. That you really were as nice on the inside as you seemed on the outside. That maybe I would appeal to you because I'm different from other girls you've been with."

"Huh. I'm nothin' special. I just got lucky in the genetic lottery, had good parents, and didn't majorly fuck anything up when I was young and stupid."

"Exactly." she said. "Anyway, Cindy said she'd promise to help me come up with a plan that would get me alone with you for at least an hour, and the rest would be up to me. In return, I had to promise to bring my grade point average back up, and to not miss any more work. I did, she did, and here I am, sitting in your lap with your manhood deep inside me." She kissed him gently on the mouth.

He just sat there and let her kiss him.

"Not exactly the CIA plot I envisioned at first." he eventually mumbled.

"Nope." she told him. "Just a girl who had to work hard and use all her resources to get her man. Mind you, most of my resources were Cindy, but I'm pretty smart, I did my part. I did your psychological profile, that's how I knew you were repressing your dominant side."

"I'm repressing my dominant side." He repeated stupidly.

"Are you alright, Corey?" she asked again. She turned his face up to hers, looked into his eyes. "Please tell me you're going to be okay, alright? You seem so sad." He stared into her face for a minute before answering;

"I just feel so... exposed. Two girls I don't know, know everything about me. Everything. You really know everything? My girlfriends, they... went into detail? About what we did together?"

"Mm hmm. Everything. I read it all till I've almost got it memorized. I've listened to the interviews so much I've picked up a bunch of your speech habits, like `wow' and `oh' when I'm surprised. And `really'. Really really really!" She giggled.

"Don't tease me." he told her. She got serious again.

"We never meant to hurt you, Corey, you have to believe that. And I'm so very sorry if we did. If I did. Cindy just wants what's best for me, and I just want what's best for you. And I am what's best for you, Corey, all our research proves it. I won't leave you because of my career, like those models and actresses you've been going out with. All I want is to please you, Corey, just think about that! I have a compulsive need to serve you. With me you won't ever have to sacrifice what you want to do out of consideration for me. If you want to make love with me and you also want to watch a hockey game, you can give it to me while you watch the game! If I get on your nerves, you can tie me down and spank me if you want! In fact," and she lowered her voice a little more, "I'm kinda looking forward to that, I've dreamed about it a lot. And then... if you want to... you can try to... put it in my bum. I'll do all the things for you Corey, all the things that most guys want and most girls won't do. You can teach me to take it in my mouth, and I'll try to get it all in, and I'll keep trying until I can. And when you cum, I'll drink it all down. I know you'll like that, 'cuz you haven't gotten any girl to do it for you yet. I'll even... I'd even... do it with another girl for you, Corey, I know guys like that. As long as she was a, a nice person, you know? Please Corey, tell me you forgive me. Tell me you'll keep me. I don't want your money, I don't want fame, I just want to know I've given you pleasure, and to feel you inside me. How 'bout it Corey? What do you say?"

While she'd been talking she'd been stroking his dick with little one-inch movements of her pussy, caressing his neck, ears, and hair, and rubbing her breasts gently against his chest. As she finished speaking, to both their surprise, she came again. She leaned forward and moaned a quiet little orgasm into his shoulder, her pussy making it's little contractions around his cock. When she was finished she said;

"See how much it excites me just to offer myself to you? Imagine how I'll cum if you accept me."

He lifted her from his shoulder and looked in her eyes

"I need you to do something for me, Amanda..." he began, earnestly.

"Anything, Corey, you know that!" she interrupted.

"What I need," he continued patiently, "is for you to tell me something about yourself, something important. It doesn't matter what it is, as long as it's something you've never been able to say, that you've never told to anyone else. So I can trust you again. Do you understand that?"

She thought about it, and realized that she had her limit, that there were things she did not want to do for him, but she felt that she had to.

"I understand. I... I guess that's only fair." she told him quietly. Then she paused so long that he asked her;

"Do you have anything like that? That you've never told anyone?"

"Yes," she said, hesitantly. "I've never even told this to my sister, and I tell her everything else, everything. Can I whisper it in your ear? I'm a little ashamed of it..."

He nodded.

"This is how I became submissive."

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