Lacey knew it was wrong. She told her parents she’d joined a art club so she could keep up the ruse. She’d started dating Joe six months ago, after giving up on “nice Christian boys” who turned out to be horny pigs under the bullshit facade. Joe swore and smoked and called himself and atheist. Lacey’s parents didn’t approve of him or want him around their house. But he was sweet and intense and patient in a way her previous boyfriends hadn’t been. There was something in the way his eyes stayed on her that made her melt.
Joe lived across the street from school. Dangerously close and totally unsupervised. They’d sneak away during lunch and spend as much time after classes as Lacey could get away with. In the first few weeks it was just talking and kissing, his hands would explore her without violating, they would stay on the couch. After a month or so he finally pulled her hand to lead him up to her room. Her heart pounded and she felt lightheaded when he pulled her down onto his bed. Usually this was where they wanted more than Lacey was willing to give.
She was on top of him straddling she felt his bulge pushing up between her legs, one of his hands pressed firmly into her lower back and the other tangled in her hair. He kissed with agression and after a few more moments passed she realized he wasn’t going to try anything. Lacey relaxed into his body, pushing her clit into his bulge, a few frustrating layers of fabric dampening the sensation. She was grinding into him as hard as she could manage twisting her hips and feeling his growing response. His hand slipped into her pants and he squeezed her bare ass. Her hands pulled his shirt up and off. The heat was rising in her body. Both his hands moved under her clothes now, groping and guiding her body into him. She didn’t remember her bra coming off, focused as she was on the sensation between her legs, but a pinch on her nipple made her yelp. Lacey realized how far it had come and where she wanted to go. But couldn’t. She slowed down her own kissing and grinding. Her mind coming back to her. Joe’s bulge still pulsed between her legs. Lacey was afraid of how bad she wanted it in her. She started kissing down his chest and worked his pants open. Her last two boyfriends had wheedled and whined till they got handjobs and blowjobs out of her. This time she wanted it so bad he could have had anything, and it was the least she could do.
Joe’s cock burst free of his boxers, Lacey lay between his knees and started to stroke him, his tip was the girthiest part of a cock that was thick to begin with, it was dark purple and glistened with precum. Lacey held the base and started licking the length. She’d learned enough to know what men liked was ready to lay it all out for this one. When she took the tip in her mouth Joe moaned out “Jesus Christ”. Lacey had to surpress a giggle. She bobbed up and down on his cock, doing her best to lick as she did, but struggling with how full her mouth was. She teased the tip and his hips rose to meet her mouth. It felt good to be in control. One of his hands moved to the back of her head. She braced for him to force her head down, but it never came. Instead he gathered up all her hair and pulled her up and towards him. Joe pressed her slimy precummy mouth to his. “Damn you’re good at that,” he said. She was stroking him with both hands, feeling the heat rise in her again from how tight he held her hair and the feral look in his eyes. “You don’t want me to stop do you?” She said looking down at his cock.
“Fuck no,” he pulled her down, lower than before so she was looking up at him while she sucked. He didn’t let go of her hair and guided her rythm. Lacey’s eyes teared up but she couldn’t look away from his gaze. Her jaw was starting to hurt so she wriggled her tongue around. That’s what got him. He exploded in her mouth. More than she was ready for, she coughed and gagged on the load that didn’t seem to stop coming. He let her go and handed her a pair of underwear to spit into. “sorry it’s what I could find on short notice.” They kissed and cuddled until Lacey caught a glimpse of the clock. Her parents would kill her. She fled his house excited for next time.
It became their rythm. Make out and grind, blowjob, cuddle, flee. Occasionally they would have lunch quickies. As time went on they removed progressively more clothes, Lacey’s underwear being the ever present guardian even when Joe would finger her. She loved having his hands on and in her but when she masturbated at home and fantized at her desk it was Joe’s cock she imagined filling her it was the feeling of their dry humping, his body pressing hard into hers that brought her to orgasm. She prayed about it at church on Sundays but found herself daydreaming Monday morning.
It happened by accident. She was on her back, her head hanging off the bed, only wearing her thing. He was on top of her naked, kissing her tits, sucking her nipples and grinding his cock against her covered crotch. She enjoyed the attention and the way his mouth never left her. His hardness felt so good stroking and pressing into her she didn’t realize the underwear was slipping. Neither did he. The next time Joe sank down to kiss her neck his cock slammed home. Lacey screamed out. First shock, then pain, then pleasure, then shame. Joe was apologizing and pulling out.
“No,” Lacey said and he froze, “fuck me.” She begged. She knew she shouldn’t she couldn’t. He wasn’t her husband he said he didn’t even believe in marriage. But none of that mattered Lacey finally had him in her, there was no turning back now. He was gentle at first, Lacey was greatful because it did hurt. But he couldn’t contain himself for long. The buildup, the fantasies had plagued him too. Regular blowjobs were amazing but he’d craved the hole he’d touched, tasted, and been tormentingly denied. Three months into their relationship and he was pounding away at her body. He fucked her while she shook and twisted. He pulled her hair and felt her tighten and relished her moans.
He fucked her until she was halfway off the bed hauled her back on and threw her on her belly. “wait,” Lacey said “I’m not ready for my butt.”
“Just cause you’re facedown doesn’t mean I’m going in your ass, silly.” Joe said and showed her what he meant. Lacey always thought doggy style would be demeaning. How wrong she was hit her with an orgasm that shook her body till her abs were sore and that left her limp. Joe had the stamina of a young man. He pounded Lacey to the point where pleasure and pain blended in her post orgasmic haze. She felt his breath on the back of her neck change to that pattern she was so familiar to hearing when she had him in her mouth. Lacey reached back and grabbed his thigh. “I’m on the pill. You can cum inside me, baby.”
As though her voice was a command she felt her battered pussy fill and strokes begin to relent.
“Holy shit,” was all he could manage as he rolled to her side.
Guilt and euphoria were a strange, if familiar, mix for Lacey at this point. But as much as she could get away with it she pursued Joe’s pleasure. The virginity she was supposed to hold to marriage was happily lost to the boy with the intense eyes who was all the more perfect than the rest. But Lacey was blissfully unaware of how patient Joe really was. His true nature lay in wait, until she was truly willing to do whatever wanted…
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