I was going to try something new again.
“ I know you haven’t done this before, baby. But I am so happy you are willing to try it. Relax, and keep touching yourself slowly, circles, Mi Cara.” I felt the mattress dip as he leaned over to reach for the Vaseline, and heard the soft pop as he opened the jar. One hand kept caressing my ass, and one finger began to probe my ass. It felt strange. He inserted one finger, just the tip. It wasn’t too bad, just different. He inserted it deeper, then withdrew, then did it again. “You’re so tight. You have never done this before so it will hurt. Thank-you for this, not a lot of girls are willing to try it. You’re so special.” He kept sliding his finger in and out of my ass. “It’s going to be uncomfortable for a while, I’m not going to lie, but I will prepare you, and please you.” He repeated the motion four or five more times with one finger, then two, and I felt him spreading those fingers stretching me. It was uncomfortable, but not unpleasant. He then spread my legs, and knelt between them. “Monica, touch yourself faster, and harder so that when I penetrate you the pain will be less intense,” he spoke the words as he continued to slide his fingers in and out of my ass faster. It started to feel really good. “Don’t tighten up, stay relaxed.” I watched him over my shoulder as he watched me pleasure myself between my legs. His eyes blazed as he took a condom from the bedside table and put it on his engorged penis. Not breaking eye contact with him, I watched as he moved closer. Then I felt his dick at my ass. He pushed into me slowly, just the tip, and I stretched around him. He only went in a little bit, then pulled back out to put more Vaseline onto his shaft over the condom. I turned my head to watch as he stroked himself, a couple of times, while looking me in the eyes. I touched myself, circling my clit, in the way I liked best, and began to squirm. He bent over leaning on one hand and slid his other hand under my waist to urge me into a kneeling position. Then he plunged into me, to the hilt, it hurt like holy hell, but I didn’t feel anything tear. I cried out. He withdrew, and plunged again. It still hurt, but not as much. He withdrew and plunged again sliding in and out staring into my eyes all the while. He then began to yell. “Monica, make yourself cum for me, baby, hold nothing back. You are so fucking tight, baby. I am close, baby.” I was already close, too, despite the pain, but I could tell from his voice he was closer. I rubbed furiously at my clit, and began to really get into it as he rode my ass. I clenched the muscles in my vagina, and he screamed, “Monica!” I screamed out, “Oh Victor,” and collapsed on the bed. He collapsed beside me, and drew me close to him and we gazed into each other’s eyes. I didn’t see the fire there anymore, but what I saw surprised me because I thought it looked like tears because his eyes were glistening. He closed his eyes then and turned away, but used his hand to press my head down onto his chest so I couldn’t look him in the eyes, and he held me like that until we fell asleep whispering about how spectacular and special I was. It made me feel for the first time that he might care for me just a little bit. But, when I woke up at six, the alarm clock blaring in my ear, he was gone, no note, no nothing. He had simply left in the night, and I cried for the first time in a very, very long time. Then I got mad.
By seven I was running, well almost finished running. I ran five miles every day before work, religiously, and rode twenty miles on Saturdays on my bike. I did weight training three times a week after school. I was determined to keep the body I had regained after my long bout of depression. When I ran, I carried my phone with me, in case I got hit by a car, or something. I felt it vibrate at my
“ I know you haven’t done this before, baby. But I am so happy you are willing to try it. Relax, and keep touching yourself slowly, circles, Mi Cara.” I felt the mattress dip as he leaned over to reach for the Vaseline, and heard the soft pop as he opened the jar. One hand kept caressing my ass, and one finger began to probe my ass. It felt strange. He inserted one finger, just the tip. It wasn’t too bad, just different. He inserted it deeper, then withdrew, then did it again. “You’re so tight. You have never done this before so it will hurt. Thank-you for this, not a lot of girls are willing to try it. You’re so special.” He kept sliding his finger in and out of my ass. “It’s going to be uncomfortable for a while, I’m not going to lie, but I will prepare you, and please you.” He repeated the motion four or five more times with one finger, then two, and I felt him spreading those fingers stretching me. It was uncomfortable, but not unpleasant. He then spread my legs, and knelt between them. “Monica, touch yourself faster, and harder so that when I penetrate you the pain will be less intense,” he spoke the words as he continued to slide his fingers in and out of my ass faster. It started to feel really good. “Don’t tighten up, stay relaxed.” I watched him over my shoulder as he watched me pleasure myself between my legs. His eyes blazed as he took a condom from the bedside table and put it on his engorged penis. Not breaking eye contact with him, I watched as he moved closer. Then I felt his dick at my ass. He pushed into me slowly, just the tip, and I stretched around him. He only went in a little bit, then pulled back out to put more Vaseline onto his shaft over the condom. I turned my head to watch as he stroked himself, a couple of times, while looking me in the eyes. I touched myself, circling my clit, in the way I liked best, and began to squirm. He bent over leaning on one hand and slid his other hand under my waist to urge me into a kneeling position. Then he plunged into me, to the hilt, it hurt like holy hell, but I didn’t feel anything tear. I cried out. He withdrew, and plunged again. It still hurt, but not as much. He withdrew and plunged again sliding in and out staring into my eyes all the while. He then began to yell. “Monica, make yourself cum for me, baby, hold nothing back. You are so fucking tight, baby. I am close, baby.” I was already close, too, despite the pain, but I could tell from his voice he was closer. I rubbed furiously at my clit, and began to really get into it as he rode my ass. I clenched the muscles in my vagina, and he screamed, “Monica!” I screamed out, “Oh Victor,” and collapsed on the bed. He collapsed beside me, and drew me close to him and we gazed into each other’s eyes. I didn’t see the fire there anymore, but what I saw surprised me because I thought it looked like tears because his eyes were glistening. He closed his eyes then and turned away, but used his hand to press my head down onto his chest so I couldn’t look him in the eyes, and he held me like that until we fell asleep whispering about how spectacular and special I was. It made me feel for the first time that he might care for me just a little bit. But, when I woke up at six, the alarm clock blaring in my ear, he was gone, no note, no nothing. He had simply left in the night, and I cried for the first time in a very, very long time. Then I got mad.
By seven I was running, well almost finished running. I ran five miles every day before work, religiously, and rode twenty miles on Saturdays on my bike. I did weight training three times a week after school. I was determined to keep the body I had regained after my long bout of depression. When I ran, I carried my phone with me, in case I got hit by a car, or something. I felt it vibrate at my
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