Suddenly, there he is, every inch of his impressive frame filling the doorway, exuding confidence and a raw sex appeal that fills the room, making me feel even smaller and anything but confident. He flops down on the bed, completely relaxed, and I force myself to follow, anything but. We make small talk for a bit; all the while I'm sure he's laughing at me for my adolescent nervousness, though thankfully he's kind enough to keep his chuckles inside. Then somehow, clothing begins to disappear, and we share a dislike for the stupid shelf-bra in my tank top. I practically jump out of my skin when his fingertips graze my breast. The nipple immediately hardens to a sensitive nub, and sends a shockwave to the pit of my stomach. Finally, there is no more clothing to remove, and it is time. Time to move forward, to take what I have shamelessly been begging for all along.
My attention is drawn to his cock, already standing at attention, so I settle myself and begin to take it into my mouth. I struggle a bit at first; my mouth is completely dry, thanks to being unbelievably nervous. Surprisingly, it still has the same effect on him, and I can feel him stiffen between my lips. Enjoying his reaction, my anxiety lessens as my mouth wets his cock and I begin to take in more and more. Just as I really begin to enjoy myself and feel my pussy getting moist, he interrupts me, telling me to turn around so he can share in the fun. Recalling his exceptional skill, I'm only too happy to reposition myself, knees planted firmly on either side of his head. I feel the first stroke of his tongue just as I lean forward to take his cock back into my mouth again.
I don't know when the last traces of anxiety melt away, only that they are completely gone, replaced by an almost painful awareness of his mouth pressed against my swollen lips. I feel his tongue touch every inch of my pussy, moving from outer lips to clit to inner lips and finally to dart playfully in and out. It's a truly heady combination for me, the feel of his tongue exploring every inch of my nether region as I draw his rock hard cock deep into my mouth again and again. I jump when he expands his exploration, now running his tongue around the outer edge of my asshole. A tiny part of my brain protests at his tongue's ministration as taboo, but the sensation is amazing, especially since his tongue has begun to work its way inside.
I think to myself how delicious his cock tastes just as he pulls me away to kneel upright above me. I'm disappointed at first, until realization hits, and I smile to think I have affected him, that he wants to draw it out as much as I do. He is being absolutely unfair though, as his tongue continues to glide back and forth between my sopping wet cunt and ass, even more so when his hand comes up and I feel his fingers begin to slide easily in and out, first in my pussy, then my ass, then both. Finally, he allows me to bend forward again and I gladly swallow every inch of his shaft. I feel myself getting closer and closer to losing control, the tension builds and begins to form a knot deep in the pit of my stomach. At this point, I'm grateful for the distraction sucking his cock down my throat provides.
Again, he lifts me away, and I'm left with only the delicious feeling of his tongue and fingers sliding out of my pussy and ass. I feel his fingers begin to slide into both and his tongue moves to lap at my clit. The combined sensations are too much for me to wrap my brain around and I reach behind me to grasp the makeshift headboard for support when I begin to feel myself slipping away. Finally it's all too much, the pressure has built and built inside of me until I can't hold it anymore, and I explode, releasing my sweet juices to be lapped up by his well-practiced tongue. I feel my internal muscles contract over and over again around his thick fingers buried in my pussy and ass as my body is racked by wave after wave of sweet sensation.
Slowly, the spasms subside and he pushes me forward in reverse cowgirl. As soon as I am in position, I feel the head of his cock at my pussy's entrance. Purely by instinct, I slide myself immediately down to take in every rock hard inch, gasping as his cock stretches me and fills me completely. I moan aloud. Finally... this is what I was waiting for. I move up and down his shaft, slowly at first, then faster as my still-sensitive cunt relaxes around him. The sweet friction of his cock sliding in and out is mind-blowing and I feel myself already getting closer to another orgasm. His hands grip my hips, encouraging me to speed up, and allowing him better leverage as I feel him raise his hips to meet mine. Again and again, our bodies meet and I delight in how his cock feels buried full length within me.
It barely registers when one of his hands slides away from my hips, until I feel his fingertip pushing its way into my ass again. I find it distracting at first, but the somewhat foreign sensation soon proves to be my undoing. I move faster now, slamming myself down onto his stiff cock at a fevered pace. The combination of his cock sliding deep in my pussy and the additional pressure of his fingers buried in my ass is more than I can take, and I come again, this time not quite as intense as the last because my internal muscles are prevented from contracting fully by his massive cock. When my movements slow back down, he lifts me off of him and we take a short break.
Upon his request, I bring out my toy collection for him to inspect. Before I know it, he is up off the bed, taking me with him. He directs me to the side of the bed, and guides me into a kneeling position on the edge. I feel myself shivering slightly in anticipation as I sense him positioning himself behind me. I know what he wants and I am nervous again. Memories of hateful events from my past wash over me now, brought unwittingly to the surface by my scarred psyche, and suddenly I am afraid. I find I am arguing with myself again, torn between the abused child/battered wife and the woman who wants so desperately to be whole again, to put old palpable fears to rest once and for all. I want nothing more than to give myself to him completely, but the fear within me is strong, stronger than my desire, and I have to fight the desperate urge to curl up in a little ball and cry as I did so many times before.
