My First Orgasm Part 2
Continued…
He lowered his body on top of mine and started feeling under my pants and kissing my chest. He looked into my eyes and whispered, “I like being rough and I think I like things differently than you.”
I told him to do anything he wanted with me; I didn’t care. His eyes lit up and he told me to wait for him and that he’d be right back. He told me to dress in something sexy.
I went to my room and put on my sexiest lingerie. I had worn it the night I lost my virginity. I wondered if this time I would get my much-wanted orgasm. The outfit I put on was a sort of beige one-piece. It was rather lacy and looked great with my olive skin and long dark brown hair. It was rather low-cut and a push-up, so my 38 D’s looked even bigger and plumper. I must admit that I’ve always been a knockout; everyone tells me. I sat on the couch with my knees pulled up to my chest and my hand on my head waiting for him. The clock’s hands shifted around the twelve once and kept going, until I eventually fell asleep with one leg drawn up and my hands hanging off the armrest of the couch. I awoke to the feeling of ropes around my wrists and ankles and oil slowly being rubbed into my body. I looked up and saw him. He stood above me, naked. He told me his name was Adam. I managed a smile and was surprised to see that I liked being tied up like that.
“Is this okay,” he asked, ever so gentleman-like. I nodded weakly and rested my head. I then realized that I was naked as well as Adam. He looked happy at my shock and straddled me, his huge dick pressing into my thigh, his hands on my chest and his lips on my throat. I tried not to be turned on- my entire upbringing said that this was wrong. I remember my mother telling me that guys shouldn’t tie girls up- it was evil and wrong. But it didn’t seem wrong, I thought, as Adam’s hands reached down to my vagina. He cautiously put one finger inside of it, as if it would close shut on him unexpectedly. He then slid several more fingers in, then his fist, then his wrist, until his arm, up to his elbow, was inside of me. At the time, I was not even wet. I just laid there as he had his fun with his hands and mouth. He climbed back up me and looked into my eyes. His lips pursed in a tiny kiss of frustration as he realized that I was getting nothing out of this.
He laid his head on my chest, obviously thinking hard about what to do. He asked me several odd questions, like what are my favorite colors, bands, and music. He smiled and told me he knew what to do. Without warning, he untied me and knocked me off my feet. I looked at him in shock as he slammed my body to the ground and thrust his dick inside of me so hard that I was in pain. He rolled me onto my stomach and ripped my ass apart with his huge dick, making me groan and moan. I couldn’t believe it- I was getting seriously wet. He noticed this and grinned broadly. He turned me over again and rammed his fist into me again, up to the elbow but hard and rough. He pressed me flat and shoved his dick in my mouth, making me gag as I swallowed his hot, salty cum. I was cumming as well. He shoved his dick back into my vagina and thrust it into me so hard that I thought I would burst. He kept at it; his rhythmic movements and constant pain gave me my first orgasm. It seemed to be earth shattering. I arched my back and felt my stomach muscles tensing and loosening as it came. I had never felt so good. Adam, who had already had an orgasm, sat back looking at me, all the while smiling that familiar grin.
We had many more nights like that. Now, he doesn’t have to be so rough to get me orgasms, but I like it a lot. This has been a true story. Adam and I are very close, and we have been together for three years.