Ogre

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I’ve never heard of the songs Vidalia dances to on the back porch. They’re the oldest of oldies, but she jumps around, wiggling her ass to them as if they’re the hottest hits. I sit on the bench and enjoy the view of Vidalia unleashed of her sober mind.

“Do you think calling her ‘Runaround Sue’ means she’s a slut?” Vidalia asks, shaking her butt at me.

“I have no idea, but my blood hasn’t been in my brain for a long time.”

Giggling, Vidalia rubs my head and nuzzles my face in her chest. I wrap my arms around her, but she won’t stay still. Back to dancing to a new song, she swings her arms in the air and bobs her head to the beat.

I won’t shed too many tears if she wears herself out long before we end up in the bedroom. Vidalia is rushing us into sex while I just want to live together and get married. If anything, I’m the rational one between us.

“I’m going to ride you all night,” she says, wiggling her ass to a Beach Boys song. “I promise to keep my knees away from your balls.”

Laughing at the memory of hurting her mother’s perv boyfriend, Vidalia shakes her hair loose. When her gaze focuses on me, I frown because she looks too devious to be safe.

“How much do you want to see these?” she says, glancing down at her tits. “Would you dance for a chance to touch them?”

I answer by standing up and awkwardly shaking my ass to the beat of the song. My dick is so hard that I’d slither on the floor if Vidalia wanted. I’ll do whatever I need to do to make her want me half as much as I want her.

Vidalia responds with a huge smile. She takes my hands and plops them on her tits.

“I’m a woman of my word,” she says, wrapping her arms around my neck and tugging me down for a kiss.

My hungry lips suck at hers while my fingers slide over her tits, searching for her nipples under the fabric. They harden on command, growing as stiff as my throbbing erection. I pluck them rhythmically until Vidalia moans into my mouth and reaches between her legs. My left hand follows hers to the hot spot between her legs. I pop the button and tug down the zipper, so I can slide my fingers to where her heat beckons. Vidalia sucks hard on my tongue and opens her legs wider so my fingers can slip between her wet folds.

My thumb and index finger roll her nipple at the same rhythm as my other fingers stroke her hot flesh. Her clit hardens, and I imagine it between my lips. The thought of sucking her pink flesh makes my dick harden until my jeans feel like a torture device.

Pulling my hand from her shorts, I suck the fingers clean and then take her hand.

“We need to go inside,” I mumble, through gritted teeth.

“Will you make me come?”

My dick reacts to her breathless question by begging for freedom. I’m not in the bedroom before I have my erection in my hand. I turn to Vidalia who takes in the sight of me stroking my leaking cock.

“Wow. Will that even fit?”

“Do you want to find out?”

Eyes locked on my cock as I kick off my jeans, Vidalia nods. Her shirt comes off, leaving a simple cotton bra between my fingers and her hard nubs.

“Take off your shorts,” I moan as she yanks down her bra to reveal plump pink nipples begging for my tongue.

Vidalia spins around once and somehow ends up bare-ass naked by the end of her turn. She jumps onto the bed and bounces on her knees.

Nearly ripping off my shirt in a rush to get it off, I kiss Vidalia and cup her soft tit. She breaks off the kiss and looks down at where my cock drips pre-cum. Two of her fingers swipe a drop of the liquid and caress it between her legs.

“You’re going to make me come,” I groan and wrap an arm around her waist. Adjusting her back on the bed, I watch her tits bounce with the motion. Even desperate to sink my cock into her waiting pussy, I need to taste the nipples that waited so patiently for my attention.

Vidalia cries out in pure, animalistic pleasure when my lips suck her right nipple into my mouth. Licking the hard flesh, I stroke my cock faster. No way can I hold out for her, but that only means I can explore more before taking her cherry.

My tongue and lips brush over one nipple and then the other. I bathe her in affection much like her pussy bathes my curious fingers. I’m close to coming, but something holds me back. Guilt at the situation we’re in or needing Vidalia to find pleasure first.

Her body breaks out in goose bumps, and her voice is frantic. Vidalia lifts her hips, searching for the extra stimuli to make her tumble into her first orgasm.

I think of her swollen clit waiting to be tasted. Sliding down to my knees, I spread her lips and find the pinkest petal. Shiny with her juices, the nub begs for my lips. My lips gently cover the flesh before I flick it with my tongue.

Vidalia’s hips buck, and a moan erupts from her parted lips. I latch onto the clit and suck to see how she’ll react. Gripping the sheet, she cries out my name and her pussy convulses against my hungry lips.

Her sweet flavor and the ragged sound of her crying out from an orgasm give me permission to jizz harder than I have in my life. The pained pleasure becoming too much, I nearly pass out while devouring her pussy. Vidalia keeps whimpering, and her body strains against the raw bliss.

Time falls away after my dick is spent. Tongue deep inside her, I lap up her virgin juices until I hear her call my name again. My face drenched, I stand and climb over her. Vidalia wraps her arms around me and kisses my wet lips.

“That’s the taste of the woman I love,” I tell her.

Vidalia lifts her hips, wanting my cock inside her. She doesn’t need to say the words. The way she licks her juices from my face proves to me that she’s lost in carnal joy.

I leave her only long enough to slide a condom over my new erection. My dick probes her opening, finding the flesh sopping wet. The head disappears inside her, sucked deeper by her tight muscles. I press forward, and her virgin pussy takes a few inches more. Vidalia groans, though, and her hips twist side to side seeking comfort.

“More,” I say, but the word sounds like a question.

Vidalia relaxes her pussy, and I shove another inch inside her.

“Gunnar, please.”

I don’t know what she’s asking for, but I move my hips slowly. The head of my cock opens her wider with each thrust. I watch Vidalia’s face for signs that she’s in pain or wants me to stop. Relaxed from the liquor and her orgasm, she tries and fails to keep pace with my thrusts. Finally, she reaches up and caresses my nipples in the way I did hers earlier.

Fuck, if she isn’t about to make me come again. Never have I wanted my nipples teased. Less than an hour in bed with Vidalia, and I’m already learning new shit about myself.

“Don’t leave me!” she cries out, reaching for me. “Stay with me.”

Carefully lowering my heavy body onto hers, I hold her in my arms. Despite my tender, reassuring kisses, my hips drive into her, bringing our bodies closer to another orgasm. I feel her struggling to deal with such pleasure while so full. Her eyes clamp shut, and her pussy is a vise around my cock.

“Gunnar, I love you,” she nearly screams, coming so hard I think she might cry.

Between the pressure of her velvety pussy and the sounds of her panicked pleasure, my balls release everything they have. Fucking her hard, I whisper promises against her sweaty cheek.

“You’re mine, and no one will hurt you. You’re so beautiful. So perfect. I love you more than I’ve loved anyone before, and I’ll never let you go.”

Vidalia grips my shoulders, digging her nails into the flesh, leaving behind marks I’ll wear as a badge of honor. This woman let loose in a way I doubt she believed possible. Her body and mind are completely exposed and entirely dominated by the will of another.

Shivering in my arms long after our hips no longer move together, Vidalia hides her face against my chest. I wait to see if she’s closed herself off to me again. Has the liquor worn off, leaving her worried about making the wrong decisions?

“Gunnar?” she whispers, suddenly looking up at me.

“What is it, baby?” I whisper back and lift my body off hers.

“Can you play with my pussy again?” she asks, staring with wide eyes. “Suck my nipples too. I came too fast, and I need to feel it again.”

Chuckling at how she never ceases to surprise me, I kiss her forehead. “Ask and you shall receive.”

Vidalia’s flushed face matches her pink nipples waiting for another round of attention. I look over her pale flesh, noticing freckles between her tits and on her shoulders. I let my gaze enjoy the sight of her damp thighs already spreading so I can enjoy the sweet flavor inside.

In even my most optimistic fantasies, I never imagined having Vidalia’s lovely curves and tender flesh at my disposal in the way she offers them up now. Apparently, she wasn’t the only one who didn’t dream big enough.

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Sex leaves me tender in all the right spots and emotionally freaked in all the wrong ones. One second, I’m ready to cry in the corner. The next, I wish I were sober enough to climb on Gunnar and ride him like a mechanical bull.

After we’re worn out but before we collapse into sleep, Gunnar stares at me with his dark eyes. I refuse to look at him for the longest time, afraid of what I might find in his gaze. Eventually, my silence forces him to speak up.

“Are you in pain?”

“No,” I mumble, shaking my head. “I’m hungover.”

“I knew fucking was a bad idea.”

“No, you didn’t. You wanted this, and I wanted this. Don’t play dumb now.”

“See, you sound mad.”

“Gunnar, stop,” I say, wrapping myself tighter in the sheet. “Think about what it’d be like if this was your first time and how you’d feel weird the next day. I mean I know guys think sex is about getting off, but I shared my body with you, and I am not someone who shares a lot.”

Of course, he looks ready to cry, and I feel guilty for refusing to soothe his bruised ego. I expect Gunnar to give me grief or the silent treatment, but he only pulls the blanket over me.

“So you won’t get cold,” he whispers.

Lips curling into a hint of a smile, I can’t believe how such a small gesture shifts my mood from nearly in tears to relaxing enough to sleep.

“What was your first time like?” I ask, turning on my side to see him better.

Gunnar mimics my position and studies my face. “Why would you want to know?”

“I’m curious.”

“All right, but there isn’t much to tell. It was with a girl I met at a party. She had a nose ring and long fucking nails. I did her against a dresser and finished in probably a minute. It was as unimpressive as sex can be. The only thing worse would have been if I came while putting on the condom.”

“Were you embarrassed?”

“Sure, and the girl called me a loser. I felt like one too, but I was sixteen and knew I’d get plenty of other chances.”

“And you did,” I say, forcing my hand to rest on his chest.

“None of them were as good as with you.”

“Bull crap.”

“No, not bull crap. I wish you could know how much better it felt with us, but I don’t want you testing it out with anyone else.”

“You’re the only man I’ve ever been attracted to. Isn’t that weird?”

“No.”

Grinning, I have trouble keeping my eyes open. “I think I turned off the lustful teen part of me when my mom had me move out.”

“That or when her boyfriend tried to fuck you.”

“I told you about that?” I ask, opening my eyes.

“You’re chatty when drunk.”

“Well, that makes sense. Not the drunk stuff, but how what happened with him made me feel gross, and I didn’t want to feel that way again.”

“Do you feel that way now?”

“A little but being naked always makes me feel that way.”

“I can kill that guy if you think it’d make you feel safer.”

Studying Gunnar’s expression, I realize he’s serious, so I decide to lie, “I haven’t seen him in at least two years. He could be dead already.”

“If he’s not, I could still kill him.”

“You do what you need to do but don’t do it for me.”

Gunnar smiles, making me shiver. “You need to demand more from me and everyone else.”

“Demanding more never got me anything.”

“You can demand more of me. I’m loyal, and I’ll do anything for those I love.”

“I don’t think I’m that loyal. I often ignore calls from my friend, Fern, when she wants to whine about her husband. I also lie about having to work when Champagne wants me to babysit for her. Oh, and I sometimes don’t lie to protect someone’s feelings like when Reg asked if his hair was thinning and I said yes.”

“You are pretty awful,” he says, wearing a sexy smirk.

“The absolute worst.”

“Why are you sweet to me?”

“Umm,” I mumble. “I’m shallow?”

“That could be it. I’ve been told that I’m quite a looker. You know for a guy that’s had his face pounded in.”

“You’d be freaky pretty if you weren’t roughed up a little, you know? Even for a girl as shallow as me.”

A yawn comes over me until I can’t keep my eyes open any longer. My hands reach for Gunnar’s warm body. I ache for reassurance against the waves of vulnerability crashing into me since I realized Gunnar lied. Now I distrust every word from his sexy lips.

I’d believed I could ignore the trick he pulled. After all, didn’t I want him more than I wanted to truth?

Sex didn’t make me stronger, though. It left me exposed and even more open to the sting of his lies.

My body wholeheartedly enjoyed the sex, but our passion opened my heart to a million questions without any answers.