Slash
I suck down two beers while Erin is in the bathroom. I find that I’m actually nervous about this, which is bizarre. I lost my virginity when I was fourteen, and I wasn’t nervous then. I’ve never been nervous about having sex. But this girl, she’s got her tendrils in me, and something about her makes me nervous as hell.
But I can’t show that now, can I? I have to be the strong, silent type. Besides, she’s probably the hottest woman I’ve ever seen in my life. And I’ve always wanted to fuck a redhead. I begin to wonder what she’s expecting of me. I mean, I know what the score is – I’ve paid for sex, so I’m going to get me some sex. But what else does she expect?
As I amuse myself by wondering briefly if the carpet matches the drapes, Erin emerges from the bathroom.
“So,” I say, reaching for a bottle from behind the counter, “I found some bourbon under the sink. It’s a little old, but I’d say it still tastes okay. You want a drink?”
She nods. “I think I could use one,” she says nervously.
I pull a glass tumbler out of the cupboard and rinse it – it’s got spots on it and honestly probably hasn’t been cleaned in ages. I pour a good three fingers worth of whiskey into the glass and hand it to her.
She downs the whole thing in two gulps.
“Whoa!” I say, impressed. “Didn’t know you were such a drinker.”
“I’m usually not, but I… I have to admit, I’m a little nervous.”
“Well, that’s okay,” I tell her, motioning for her to sit down on at the kitchen table. “You want another one?”
“Yes, please.”
I pour her another drink, and she takes her time with this one. I smile at her across the table as I open up another beer.
“So, how’d you get into the auction?” I ask, trying my best to make conversation.
“Huh?”
“The auction. It’s by invite only, isn’t it? So, I’m wondering how a nice girl like you got into a skeezy virginity auction like that.”
“Oh, I—” Erin pauses, and it’s clear to me that she’s covering something up. But I let it slide; this isn’t an interrogation. “My friend knows the guy who runs it, and she thought it would be a good idea for me to enter.”
“Who’s your friend?” I ask pleasantly.
“Monica. She knows this guy, Marcelo, who—”
“She what?” I nearly explode.
“Woah,” she says, flinching. “I was just saying this guy who was really nice to me in there, and he—”
“You know Marcelo?” I ask, doing my best to keep my temper in check.
But she only shakes her head. “I mean, I met him – at the auction. He brought me a drink to help me be less nervous. But the one who knows him is my friend, Monica. She got me on the list.”
“I see. And just how well does Monica know Marcelo?”
“W-why does it…” she begins to say. Then, cutting herself off, she retreats and instead says, “I don’t know. They went out a few times. I don’t think it was ever anything serious or anything, but she’s got an in with the Tattooed Angels Motorcycle Club.”
“Interesting… So, you’re telling me that you’re friends with Marcelo’s ex?”
“Sorta,” she says quickly. “I mean, not really. I mean, kind of – I mean…” She sighs, exasperated. “My friend knows Marcelo, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Erin downs another drink, and without even asking, I fill up her glass again. I can’t believe my luck. Now I’ve got an in with Marcelo – two, even, if she’s telling the truth about him feeding her a drink at the auction. And whatever went down between her friend and Marcelo, they’re still clearly on good enough terms that she could call him up to get Erin on the list for the v-card auction.
“So, what do you know about Marcelo?” I ask as casually as possible.
Erin shrugs, shaking her head, which makes her red hair whip around her face, and I notice for the first time that she’s got some faded freckles around her nose. “All I know is that he was nice enough to give me a drink to calm my nerves.”
“He was grooming you,” I inform her.
“What?”
“He wanted to make sure that you got out there and made him some money. And if you didn’t, he was going to have you all for himself.”
“Excuse me?” she demands, slurring her speech just a little.
“It doesn’t matter, though, because I won you. And now, I think, it might be time for a little fun.”
“I should tell you – my head is a little spinny, but I’ll tell you – I’ve never done this before.”
“Well, I presumed as much,” I say with a chuckle. “You are a virgin, aren’t you?”
“Yeah.” Erin nods. “Yeah, I am. But I’m just a little—”
I lean across the table and kiss her. I feel her tender lips touch mine. I taste the whiskey on her breath. It’s not an unpleasant taste. She hesitates at first, but within a few seconds, she’s kissing me back, very gently, very tentatively. I try to go at her speed, holding back as much as I can, focusing on kissing her like a teenager on a first date.
As the kiss turns more passionate, I stand up, bringing her up with me. I push my tongue into her mouth where we’re standing and slowly guide her over to the sofa. She returns the favor, and soon our tongues are intertwined, our mouths open on each other’s as we embrace and fall onto the couch.
I slowly, methodically, move my fingers up and down her neck with my right hand as my left holds her head firmly in place. I feel her hands on my face, touching my scruff, and I can tell by the way her breathing expands that she’s at least enjoying herself. Good.
In the next moment, I find myself unbuttoning her black top, revealing her beautiful, large, round breasts held in place by a lacy white bra. I move my face down to kiss her neck, and then I quickly, in one motion, snap the bra in the back and remove it. I let my rough hands scan her chest briefly, and she throws her head back in pleasure.
I smile – that’s exactly what I was hoping for.
I help her slide off her leather pants and panties, so now, she’s laying on my couch, completely nude, a little tuft of red pubic hair the only thing covering her pussy. I’ve decided I’m going to make her feel as comfortable and hot as possible, so I move from kissing her on the neck and shoulders to down, past her breasts, to her already sopping wet pussy.
I motion for her to lay down on the sofa, while I move to the floor, as I begin lapping at her folds. I’ve never tasted a virgin before. There’s not much difference compared to most girls, only that she nearly squeals the first time my tongue hits her clit.
“Oh my gawd, yes!” She gasps as my tongue encircles her clit.
I rub her nub with the tip of my tongue, and I feel her breathing grow faster. She reaches her right hand for her left breast and rubs it, tweaking her nipple ever so slightly. I reach up with my own hand and grab the other tit, running my fingers over her nipple and squeezing it.
This causes her to gasp aloud. “Oh fuck!”
I love her dirty talk.
As I continue eating her pussy, my cock tightens in my jeans. I unbutton them with one hand, sliding them off and freeing my hard dick from their confines. I use my free hand to rub it, and indeed, it’s hard – so hard, in fact, that I can’t remember it being so hard before. I think to myself again how I’m about to deflower this virgin. I’ve never been with a virgin before – even my first time was with a woman more experienced than me – so this is going to be a new experience. I’m willing to show her the ropes.
But the next move is made by Erin, and it’s one I don’t expect. As I move up her body to kiss her again, she kisses me back, then moves to my neck, tracing the path to my earlobe, which she sucks on briefly. Then, she moves back down my shoulder, past my chest and my abs (where she stops briefly to do a bit of admiring).
She stops short right above my cock, and I’m certain I know where she’s going next, though it is still wholly unexpected when she does. Erin grabs my rock-hard cock and, rather than teasing it, immediately goes to town, taking the whole thing in her mouth and sucking hard. She moves her mouth in expert fashion, her lips making an “O” as she bobs her head up and down my turgid member.
She stops and licks the shaft, from right down next to my balls all the way to the tip, then deep throats me again, this time taking my whole length into her mouth. She puts both her hands over my shaft then and begins bobbing her head up and down, up and down, up and down on my cock, each time taking me deeper inside, to the point that I’m practically throat-fucking her – but she doesn’t complain, and she doesn’t gag. She seems to be almost an expert at this kind of thing.
At this point, I don’t care if she’s a virgin; she’s incredible.
She stops her sucking for a moment and begins jerking my cock up and down like she’s beating me off. She does little licks on the tip a few times and keeps going, making me hotter and harder. I run my hands through her red hair, and she, taking the message, goes back to sucking, as I grunt loudly, putting my hands on the back of her head and beginning to fuck her mouth, thrusting my hips forward and backward as she bobs up and down on my dick.
“Yeah, that’s right.” I groan. “Suck that dick, baby. That feels so good. Oh yeah.”
It’s only a few more moments before I feel I’m ready to burst – but I didn’t pay to bust a load in her mouth. After one more good deep-throat fuck, I gently push her aside and sit down on the couch, practically ripping my shirt off in the process. She takes the hint and crawls on top of me, kissing me dramatically, almost too passionately, as I aim my cock towards its prize.
Very, very gently, I push my dick into her folds, parting her labia ever so slightly to get a good look as it goes in. At first, it’s just the tip. Then, as she relaxes onto me, she eases into it, taking it just a little at a time. Her pussy opens up, and I realize then just how wet she actually is. Within a few moments, she has taken my fullness into her, and I’m filling her pussy up with my hard cock.
“Oh my God,” she breathes out. “Oh – I – uhhhh!”
She clearly was trying to say something, but it has gotten lost as she goes up and down on me. I try my best to go at her speed, slow and steady, letting her dictate how quickly (or not) we’re going to go. I don’t want to hurt her; I want her to feel good. But she’s a quick study. It isn’t long before she’s bouncing up and down on me in the cowgirl position, letting my fullness fill her up as she gasps in ecstasy.
The feeling of being inside her is amazing. I grunt and gasp as my cock flies into her pussy, feeling myself rubbing against her insides. She’s tight, but not overly so – just enough that it feels better than any other woman I’ve ever fucked before. Her ass bobs up and down more and more quickly, and I slap her ass gently as she gets going.
Feeling a bit more daring, I flip her over in one swift motion, feeling her pussy contract on my cock. Now in the missionary position, I begin going to town on her, ramming in and out of her pussy quickly.
She screams, “Oh my GAWD, Slash, you – you – you,” and I can feel her beginning to go stiff and limp at the same time. I can tell that she’s getting ready to orgasm, so I push myself even deeper into her and ram her hard.
She gasps again and calls out, “I’m – I’m – I’m coming!”
She goes stiff and then limp, and I watch with glee as her eyes roll up to the top of her head. I’m ready for my own shot now, so I don’t stop.
“You like this, baby?” I ask her as she comes down from the throes of her orgasm.
“Oh my… oh my God…” she murmurs. “Oh, don’t stop.”
“Don’t stop?” Is she asking what I think she’s asking?
“Don’t stop,” she says again. “Oh, don’t stop. Keep fucking me. Keep fucking my pussy. Please, please, don’t stop.”
Resolved and in the clear, I start pounding her harder. She moans out in pleasure, unable to speak. Faster and faster I go, feeling the buildup starting in my balls and pulsing through the base of my cock.
She regains the ability to speak and says in a low whisper, “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. Keep fucking me. Don’t ever, ever stop. Oh God, don’t stop.”
I feel my cum building up inside me, and I’m long past the point of no return, so I don’t even try to consider stopping at this point. Besides, she’s already told me not to. So, I dive into her, going as deep as I can, my cock feeling the most intense pleasure it ever has before. I reach out for her and find myself with my arms wrapped around her back as if I’m drilling into her.
I push harder, deeper into her, as deep as I can, and with a guttural yell, I cry out, “I’m coming! Oh God! I’m coming inside you!”
I feel the strands of cum burst out from deep within me as I orgasm more intensely than I ever have before, beads of sweat dripping from my brow as I push into her a few more times, stuffing myself into her folds as much as I can. I don’t want to lose this feeling. It feels too damn good.
Who knew a virgin could be the best fuck I’ve ever had?