Pop of the cherry

I didn't say no. I didn't say yes either. My heart pounding like a drum, I looked up at him and I waited. I waited for him to take me.

My silence was a good enough answer for Liam. He kneeled down between my legs, guided one of them further apart, urged my knee back, my other leg following instinctively. My heart fluttered as I realized what was going to happen next.

Liam smiled down at me. One of his hands brushed my hair back from my forehead. His lips touched mine. We kissed. I felt his cock brush against me, touch me, push lightly, bringing a gasp from me.

"I want you Olivia," Liam breathed again.

I realized he was waiting. Waiting for an answer from me. An answer I still wasn't sure of, that I couldn't bring myself to give. I knew what I wanted, but I was afraid. Afraid? I was terrified. I thought about Jina's comment of how much it hurt the first time. Liam moved a little, I felt him pushing against me, the head of his cock slipping inwards a little, sliding between my labial lips, pushing against my entrance. My eyes widened at the pressure, at the feel of him there, spreading my lips, pushing thickly against me.

I knew things had gone too far. All of that would never have happened if I wasn't being blackmailed, but now I couldn't find the willpower to tell him to stop, to push him away from me. He moved again and it felt so good. So very good. Such exquisite pleasure to surrender myself to him. I looked up into those beautiful eyes. Fuck it, it was better to give Liam my virginity instead of the bastard who was blackmailing me.

"Yes," I whispered, faintly, almost inaudibly. Irrevocably.

"Hhhuuuuhhhh." I gasped as he pushed, as I felt myself stretch. I felt my labial lips spread wide around his girth, parting for him, clasping him in a slippery caress. The swollen head of him pushed through my entrance, then paused inside me. Liam's mouth lifted from mine. I saw his face, his eyes looking down into mine. He groaned quietly, a wordless noise of sheer pleasure.

My hands rested on his waist. Now I made my own wordless little noises, excited little gasps as my body absorbed the feeling of him partially inside me. One of his hand's moved to stroke my forehead, brushing my hair back where it had fallen forward again. He smiled down at me tenderly.

"Okay?" he asked.

I fuzzily considered the question. Was I okay? It depended on the context. I knew I was being ridiculous. Of course it wasn't okay, I shouldn't be doing this at all. I was being blackmailed, I only had two weeks to lose my virginity. My nudes could be leaked at any time all over the Internet. One wrong move and my deepest secrets would be exposed. How could I be okay?

"Don't stop," I whispered up at him.

He smiled. His finger, the finger that had been inside me, stroked my lips wetly. I opened my mouth a little, his finger slid inwards, I tasted myself as I sucked on his digit. He smiled again, removed his finger and kissed me gently, simultaneously beginning a slow gentle movement within me.

I could feel him moving. I could feel his cock pushing inwards, feel myself stretched around his thickness, each gentle thrust moving just a little further within my body, each gentle thrust stretching my vaginal channel around his invading length.

"Ooohhhhh... uughhhh ... ooohhhh ... uuughhhh." I could hear my own voice filling my bedroom as he moved. He felt so big inside me, so huge and hard, pushing up inside me. I could feel him, feel myself stretching as he worked himself deeper into me. He was so big everywhere, so big over me, his body dwarfing mine. I felt tiny beneath him, tiny and helpless.

I pictured the hard length I'd held in my hand. It was hard to believe that it was now partially inside me but it was, I could feel it, a thick intrusion driving inwards at the juncture of my widespread thighs. How would it all fit, he was so big. So thick. So long. I whimpered in sudden distress.

Liam paused, kissing me gently, hand stroking me, soothing me. "It's alright Olivia," he breathed in my ear, "it's alright, just relax."

I did as he said, my distress slowly fading. Liam kissed me gently, his hand caressing me, soothing me, calming me, his eyes holding mine almost hypnotically. Now he smiled down at me, brushing my hair back from my forehead, kissing me gently, his lips tender on mine.

Mid-kiss he began moving again, slowly, gently, easing himself in and out, luxuriating in the slippery tight clasp of my vaginal channel around his cock.

I gasped as he began moving again. My hands still rested lightly on his waist, I could feel his muscles tense and relax as he moved, I could feel his body moving on mine, I could feel him inside me, moving, penetrating. The weight of his body on mine was strange and exciting, his chest crushing down on my breasts, our bodies pressed tightly together, intimately entwined and joined, my legs spread wide apart and drawn back, my thighs cradling him as his shaft entered me.

Oblivious to everything but what he was doing to me, I moaned softly with each gentle thrust within my body. I could feel him inside me, feel the rigid shaft within me, entering me. A slow burning heat spread through my body, every nerve sensitive, my skin tinglingly aware of his every touch.

With every movement, his cock penetrated more deeply within my body. Beneath him, I gasped, eyes suddenly wide as he took my hands, positioned them on the pillow beside my head, then held them in his, pinning them down as he rested his weight on his forearms. He kissed me, his mouth locking itself against mine, and as he kissed me he moved inside me, thrusting inwards against my tightness.

I jerked beneath him as he worked his cock into me, but I was helpless under Liam's weight, my hands pinned down by his. He thrust again, harder, deeper. Beneath him I arched my back and mewled into his mouth, beads of sweat appearing on my forehead. Liam drew back and thrust again, harder, continuing to thrust, wanting nothing more than to bury his cock in me. I surrendered myself willingly, eagerly, feeling him thrusting up and opening me, stretching me, sliding deeper and deeper inside me with every movement.

Liam's mouth was still locked to mine, his tongue deep inside my mouth as his cock worked its way inexorably deeper within my no-longer virginal channel. His instinctual groans of pleasure were driving me insane as his gentle thrusts went on and on until his length was completely buried in my tight little channel, his pelvis pressed firmly against my delicate little mound.

He thrust again, hard, forcing himself in just that fraction more and as he thrust, beneath him I gasped, my surrender complete, the sensation of being stretched and completely filled consuming me. Little shivers ran through my body as I looked up at him in helpless surrender. "So big," I gasped. "It feels so big inside me... I can feel it all the way up in me."

And I could, huge and thick and hard, impaling me. Filling me. Stuffing me full. I reveled in that feeling, half closing my eyes the better to concentrate on feeling him inside me.

Liam smiled and kissed my lips lightly. "I can feel you Olivia, you're gorgeous." He kissed me again. "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay," I gasped. "Don't stop."

I wanted to feel him moving inside me again, it didn't hurt as much as I expected, it just felt strange. My mind was in turmoil. Regret. Excitement. A little shame at what I was doing, the desire to continue, to experience this in full. The burning heat of my body demanding more, the feel of him within me, his thick penetration of me at the juncture of our bodies, solid and hard, piercing me.

"Oooohhhhh." My moan was a soft moan of surrender and of excitement and of desire.

Liam grounded himself against my mound, the look on his face telling me that he was enjoying my soft moans, enjoying the expressions that played across my face, the way my hands clutched at his and then tried to pull away, the little starts and quivers of my body beneath his.

He began to move inside me, a gentle in and out stroke that drove me half crazy as he moved. I closed my eyes as he began a slow and steady movement, oblivious to anything but the feel of his body on mine and the sliding movements of his shaft inside my body.

I could feel myself adapting to his penetration, getting accustomed to this new use. My body burned, my swollen clitoris demanded more, I found myself increasingly eager for each of his thrusts, welcoming them, drawing my knees back as far as I could to open myself even more to him.

He took full advantage of my eagerness, moving harder now, faster, his movements less restrained. I could sense his growing urgency. I welcomed it, enjoyed it, just as I enjoyed the excitement and desire displayed on his face as he looked down at me. I could hear the sounds coming from our bodies, a steady slapping of flesh against flesh as he thrust vigorously into me, the wet sounds of our joining, my own soft moans of pleasure as Liam took me.

I remembered that one time I caught my previous roommate in the act, some of the words she had said, how they had shocked and excited me then. Now I understood. I looked up at Liam's face, finding myself wanting to excite him and satisfy him. The words formed in my mind. I found it hard to say them, words I'd never thought would come from my mouth. In the end, my excitement overruled my upbringing.

"Fuck me," I breathed, almost inaudibly, watching the excitement on his face as he heard me. I let the words whisper from my lips again. "Fuck me hard."

I forgot everything as Liam responded to my whispered words, as he began to pick up the pace. Faster, harder, his body moving urgently on mine in a new and demanding rhythm. A rhythm that was almost, but not quite, painful. Hard demanding thrusts that penetrated deeply within my body, thrusts of that hard male shaft that filled me again and again. His body pounding against the cradle of my slender thighs, his breathing hard and fast, his face taking on a strained look of desire, of need, of lust.

My excitement grew. The burning heat within me demanded more, wanted more, wanted him. I was happy I had my own place. Heck, even if I had roommates, I didn't care, I couldn't in the moment. My voice was coming out on its own, wordless groans intermingled with obscenities and encouragement to him.

"Ughhh ... Hhuunngghh ... Fuck me ...huughhh ... huuggg ... like that ... Fuck me like that ... Hard ... Fuck me hard ... Yes yes yes...Nnnughhh ... use my cunt ... "

In the back of my mind, I found it hard to believe that I, Olivia Anderson, was the girl doing these things, making these noises, uttering these words. But it was, and even those stray thoughts disappeared as I felt a need building up inside me, a slowly surging need that demanded release. My awareness narrowed down even further, focusing in on the steady thrusting at my centre, the rhythm of his body inside mine, his cock sinking itself to the hilt inside me again and again, the pulsing slippery clasp of my channel around his shaft.

Somehow, he slid a hand between our joined bodies, his fingers finding the swollen nubbin of my clitoris just above the point at which our bodies joined. His fingers circled, rubbed, bringing a sudden wave of pleasure that was exactly what I needed. Liam's thrusts shortened, became more powerful, his fingers circled and rubbed. I found myself moving beneath him, my legs suddenly splayed wide, feet flat on the bed, my back arching with my need, lifting his weight with my slender body, groaning and then crying out as the pressure within me built and built to a cresting wave that suddenly broke and washed through my body.

Washing through me in a golden wave of pleasure, every muscle in my body clenched tight, the world turning black, the golden heat rippling outwards and consuming me, filling me to overflowing. I cried out again and again as Liam rode me through a paroxysm of pleasure.

He rode my arched body back down onto the bed, pounding himself into me, all restraint now cast aside as he moved irresistibly towards his own culmination. I felt my body spasm around his cock as he plunged into me, felt him thrust deep into me again and again, his cock driving as deep as physically possible. I could feel his need, his urgency, as he thrust and thrust and thrust again. I could sense that he was on the verge, that he was losing control, holding his culmination back by sheer willpower.

And I wanted his culmination, I wanted to satisfy him, to feel him finish, to give him the pleasure he had given me, to give myself to him.

He slammed my slender body into the bed again and again and then, at last, his need was overpowering, irresistible, irreversible. The sounds of his body slapping hard against mine, the wet sounds my body made as he thrust into me, our panting breaths, my sobs and moans, all were covered up by a guttural groan coming from deep within Liam as he held me in place and thrust one last time.

Beneath his weight, cradling him between my widespread thighs, I felt his body tense against mine. He thrust, he held himself high inside me. I felt his cock throbbing, throbbing and then exploding within me, his cock pulsing as his semen spurted out, boiling down his length, flooding my channel, I felt for the first time those explosive spurts as he emptied himself into me.

Juddering beneath him, I felt the urgency and the passionate culmination wracking his body as he finished inside my pussy. I felt every one of those jetting eruptions deep within my body, welcoming them, welcoming his satisfaction.

"Hhhhnnnuggghhhhh ... nnuughhh ... Nuugghhh ... nnuuughhhh." My own gasps accompanied each of those jetting eruptions as his climax seemed to go on and on forever.

Then I was sobbing for breath as Liam's movements ceased, suddenly and shockingly conscious of the line I had just crossed. It dawned on me with an irrevocable finality that I was no longer a virgin. This guy who I had never talked to a few days ago had just done things I thought only my future husband would have the privilege to do. Liam had deflowered me, he had given me my first orgasm, he had finished inside me.

Pinned beneath him, his hands again pinning mine to the bed above my head, his weight heavy on me, my knees clasping his ribs, slippery with our intermingled sweat, there was nothing I could do other than lie there, feeling him on me, feeling him inside me, his cock slowly softening within the clasp of my channel. He stirred, his weight easing a little, his head lifting.

His breathing was harsh in my ear, harsh and heavy, slowing. His head lifted, his eyes looked down into mine. With a quick smile, he kissed me gently. His hands released mine, one arm sliding under my neck, the other brushing my sweat-soaked hair back from my forehead.

I opened my mouth to him, kissing him back, passionately, my hands resting on those gorgeous arm muscles, feeling them flex as he supported his weight. I loved that weight, loved feeling him on me, his naked body pressing down on mine, those solidly muscular thighs spreading me wide.

When his mouth lifted from mine, I opened my eyes to see a look of satisfaction on his face. "Did you like it?", he whispered gently.

"You didn't follow the order you told me at the start", I quipped.

"I got a little carried away", Liam chuckled, before seemingly realizing a mistake he had made, a look of worry on his face. "Um, just realized, I finished inside of you..."

"I'm on the pill, so don't worry about that", I replied, which visibly calmed him down. Suddenly, it was my turn to remember something important. "Fuck, I almost forgot..." and I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and opened my camera. "I need you to take pictures of.... this." I instructed, gesturing to my cunt. He looked at me confused.

"Part of the bet...", I mumbled.

"Oh yeah... um, how do you want it?"

"I don't know... honestly, he asked for at least a dozen post sex pictures... I have no idea what he really wants. What kind of pictures would you want?"