It had taken a long time for Geri to convince me to give her my virginity. I mean, I’d had plenty of sex – plenty of lovers before. But none of my girlfriends had ever stuck more than a tongue or a shallow finger inside me. It had long been one of my hangups – a place I never wanted to go – a place I never thought I needed to go with the right girl.

But Geri was different. She wasn’t just hot herself. She coaxed me. She could take me places no one else ever had. She pushed my limits and my comfort zone. It was she who whispered ‘I want your cherry’ as I leaned back against her, shaking on the edge of orgasm with her fingers dancing against my clit. Her tongue in my ear and her finger pushing into me, right up against my hymen, and then back to vibrate across my clit, made me cry out and cum hard. I’d said yes even as I shuddered in afterglow.

She did it right, too. Took me out to a fancy dinner, both of us in little black dresses. When she picked me up at my apartment, after our kiss hello, she said “I”m going to fuck you tonight.”

She repeated those words throughout the evening. We ate good food, drank a bottle of good wine. She told our waiter as she paid “I’m going to fuck her tonight,” and watched me blush and squirm.

My panties were already damp. But dancing was next. Dancing close in the local club – not the lesbian club, but the current hot het club. Geri held me close and kissed me, and ground against me, and repeated the words.

By the time we’d returned to her place, I was a mess. It took her seconds to pull my dress off and my panties down and bury her head between my legs.

“You taste so ready,” she said teasing me, and all I could do was moan. But all she did was tease me more, and I knew why, and that made it worse and better at the same time. 

Finally she pulled away, as I panted, needy like I’d never been. I turned to her, to see that somehow, while she’d been eating me out, she’d fitted herself with a fancy, scarily large strap-on. She smiled at me and said, “I’m going to fuck you now. And you’re going to like it. I think you’re even going to cum from it.”

I shuddered, but inside everything was saying Yes.

“Up on all fours, now. Don’t look if you’re scared. Trust me.”

I obeyed. I was ready. I trusted her.

Her hand caressed my ass, then moved to rest on my hip.

“Knees apart… wider,”

I spread for her. Her other hand came to my other hip. Both hands gripped me firmly as a hard, smooth presence nuzzled against my slit, dividing my pussy lips…

“Now,” Geri said, and pushed her hips forward, fast and sure.


I screamed.

Later – not much later, either – I came.

Later still, the hard shaft still buried unbelievably far inside me, as Geri spooned me from behind, she nuzzled my ear and whispered, “You’re mine now. Every bit.”

I sighed against her as she hugged me tight.

Categories: Cassie Andra, Erotic Fiction, The Wrong AlphabetTags: , , ,

Cassie Andra

Old enough to know better and not care. Vanilla on the outside. Vanilla through and through, except for the mind. You don't want to go there, but I'll give you peeks. Be warned: erotica themes include standard fun, but also the taboo-est of the taboo. Coming of age, infidelity, family relations, dubious and non-consent. Every throbbing inch of it is, however, fantasy, and should be treated as such.

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