Perchance to Dom Ch. 1 - Sex Stories

Perchance to Dom Ch. 1

... the cleft in her butt. I sawed perfunctorily between them. My hand roamed indelicate parts of her body. I said, "I'm not sure if we should go all the way." "Then I've picked the wrong person to surrender to, if you're unsure." I said, "Tell me what you want." "I'm not sure, either, but don't stop what you're doing." "I'll decide that." I stopped and crawled over her. I leaned my face to hers and kissed her full lips. I took her hand and wrapped its fingers around my cock. "Don't drop it this time, or you'll be punished." "You mean, like last time?" She spurt a laugh. "Did you wash your hands after you wiped them with tissues?" I placed my hands on the sides of her lush body. I stroked up to her pits and down to her hips. "No. Did you want me lick them clean?" "I'd like to see that before you wipe them." My hand smoothed her tummy. They brushed the underside of her breasts. Her hand played with my prick. I was very excited. I didn't have two condoms. I reached for her sex. It was trembling, moist, ready. "Tell me. What are you feeling?" "Your dick." My hand pushed inside her. I didn't feel a hymen. "Tell me." I repeated. My fingers sought the spot I had read about. "This is my first time." I don't think she lied. "Your feelings." ...

... "Ooooh, good. Your fingers. Um, good." Then I found her spot. In time, she bucked and squealed. "You made me cum!" She was more excited than I was. I don't know why I didn't cum when she did. Maybe it was because her hand gripped my cock like a vice while her pelvis pounded against my hand. We didn't count her cums. My second was better than my first. She mouthed my prickhead and I decided to shoot into her throat. I sucked her pussy and clit, finishing her for the night. Our last erg was spent. We woke up. I dressed, went home, showered. My mother was working in the kitchen, on her laptop. I kissed her cheek. I called Cheryl. She'd had a brief row with her dad that morning, but she promised it had been healthy. She wouldn't hear many outbursts in the following weeks. Neither of us went to school, and her father stayed home for the day. She texted a pledge to obey me, "for the foreseeable future". When my father returned from work, he belted my ass black and blue before supper. I stood while eating. "I'm very proud of you, Walter. I didn't spank you to punish you. I did it to remind you that meddling with the private affairs of others will never resolve well." It would take more than a loving beating for me to learn that lesson.