My First Fan

When the stranger’s velvety smooth lips worked their way ever so slowly along her leg, Jenna lurched upwards, pulling on all four ropes while unleashing a cry of frustration. The shackles tore at her wrists as he lifted higher, keeping only his hot mouth on her quivering flesh. God, she wanted the mast in her mouth ... buried deep inside her.

Now! Instead, all he did was toy with her.

She’d get his attention! Thick bubbles of drool slurped as she sucked ... hard.

He did nothing but grunt and start to pull from her. No! No! No! She shoved her tongue against his helmet rim as her lips tightened to hold him in place. Foamy air flew from her nostrils. No! Don’t go! I’m sorry! All those words came out as nothing more than muffled, wet murmurs.

Had he heard her? With a sigh, he returned, pushing into her, and Jenna continued her rhythmic slurping. Her nails clawed at her palms each time his soft mouth moved upwards. So close. Please! Dive in. One tap on her clit. Only one. Please. How her pussy ached for release.

However, he began a new game. Every time his tongue swept closer, he would back away to drag it further along her thigh while sliding his cock head from her lips; leaving her only his tip to suckle. How could he do that? Like a warm, unmoving iron plank, he hovered above her as she heaved into him; driving her tight nipples into his pelvis or thrusting upwards to try to trap his languidly moving, gentle mouth.

At least she pulled low groans from him whenever she poked her tongue into his slit, hunting those first globules of his essence. It had only the hint of the flavor she craved, but Jenna could taunt too. Yes, she could.

When a powerful, muffled wet scream echoed across the room, Jenna’s sparking brain spent a precious second trying to decide whose it was. In fact, it was hers. The next sensation to fry her tortured nervous system was the jangling of electricity when the stranger sucked the entirety of her throbbing clitoris into his hot, moist mouth. Even as she plowed her head into the pillow, she gagged and thought she’d retch.

Sliding, wet sliding flesh. Tight within her throat. Moving downward. So deep.

No air! After one failed gasp, Jenna’s lashes scraped against the silk blindfold as she twisted. While paying her no mind, the man gnawed her into another massive wave of pleasure as her body ignited. Her screams were nothing but reverberating vibrations along his slick, pulsing mass, thickening as it crossed her lips to plunge under her tongue.

No air! As Jenna struggled, the shackles rattled and all four ropes creaked, but his enormous rod delved deeper.

Like a voracious carnivore, the stranger continued to suck, slurp and gnaw with his teeth. Over and over, Jenna’s screams massaged the sinking mass while he devoured her pulsating clitoris. As wavers of pleasure blasted over her, every muscle in her body clenched and released.

This was ... amazing. She’d never ... Never! Oh, God ... another one. While the wave pummeled her shaking frame, another muted scream reverberated along his still descending flesh.

Nothing like this. Nothing so intense.

Bound in the taut, creaking straps and pinned under the full-weight of his steel-hard body, Jenna could do nothing but squirm as he snacked on her and plunged his rod deeper. How was it still moving? She tried to shift her head in a desperate quest for oxygen. How much of a bulge was that magnificent appendage making in her neck?

That was her last thought. All sound left the universe. Despite wearing a blindfold, Jenna’s world somehow became blacker.

With a start, Jenna awakened to wet gasping; air flooded through warm drool, blasting bubbles from her sticky lips and launching trails of thick spit onto her upturned face. Warm and smooth, his bulbous knob now throbbed on her lips.

After abandoning her tender clit, the stranger’s angular face drove apart her cleft; his long, powerful tongue pressed and swirled deep inside her. Jenna slurped bubbly lungfuls of air around his helmet. God, he was good. Al ... he never ... A hoarse, wet cry flew from her when his tongue flicked back and forth, gouging her most sensitive flesh. Every nerve fired at once. An enormous fountain of saliva inundated his pulsating head as she lurched for it, husky screams burbling from her flooded mouth.

Jenna had a split second to recover before the mass once more plunged into her mouth. This time he sank much quicker, and, while the mystery man continued to tongue her cleft, the fleshy mast pushed into her. Time slowed as Jenna enjoyed his pole pulsating as it descended. She collapsed under him, becoming quiet, letting her throat relax.

And she did enjoy this. She always had.

It had been a while. Jenna hadn’t throated a man since college, and that professor had been much smaller. Hell, every man was smaller. Got an “A” in his class, though. Except, as it glided deeper, the stranger’s shaft never seemed to end. Also, in college, she’d been in control. Not like this man ... her mystery man ... No, he was taking her throat. Conquering it. And her. She was most definitely not in control. At all.

When his swollen full balls nudged Jenna’s blindfold, that scent she’d missed so much ... woodsy, leathery ... The potent scent of man slithered through the bubbly goo covering her flaring nostrils. As a shudder tore through Jenna, she thrust her body upwards, every cell pleading for him to take her while her desperate moan sent vibrations bouncing along his shaft. The stranger groaned. At long last, his massive cock was fully embedded. Impossible! Was his tip in her stomach? No, that’s impossible. Though it sure felt that deep, pulsating within her.

At that second, as all the ropes whipped in a frenzy, shaking the shackles, another wave built inside her. He would feed her. Jenna knew it. Shards of electricity wandered her trembling frame; the wave expanded in every direction.

No air! Not again! Air. I need air. Though she pushed upwards into him, he rode her and swirled his powerful hips. While holding her motionless, her head and whole upper torso rolled around under him. The stranger was making a point. As if she didn’t know already—Jenna was his now. His toy. His little fucktoy and he hadn’t even fucked her. At least he was fucking her throat. Because he could.

When he’d arrived, Jenna could’ve screamed for help. Yet she hadn’t. She’d made her choice. And now ... Now she was his.

Her black universe once more became blacker.

With her fluttering eyelashes once again brushing the underside of the blindfold, shivers tore through Jenna; her throat shrank behind the withdrawing fleshy tube. As soon as her windpipe was clear, she coughed and gasped for air, blowing out and sucking in bubbly waves of thick saliva. Once more, his tip rested just within her wide lips, pulsating. Waiting. So patiently. Though she struggled to breathe around the poised knob, massive convulsions continued to wrack her arching body.

As her pelvis curled to him, the mystery man’s long tongue brushed, and his soft lips sucked on her quivering petals. The loud creaking of the bindings and the soft slapping of her sweaty frame against his solid muscles were accompanied by her wet gasping and muffled moaning.

At the same time, despite her reaching for his bulb with her tongue, the strange man remained incredibly calm. Other than the occasional low groan, he stayed silent.

Beneath him, bound like a gift, only for him, Jenna had never felt so powerless, so aroused, and so needy in her entire life. All the while, as she gasped for air, he continued licking and sucking, building wave after wave of insane pleasure. Until he decided it was time. One quick sweep of her shattered clitoris with his tongue, and her cries blasted spit ... thick spit over his waiting knob. It throbbed with his heartbeat. Slow, but strong.

Once she’d gulped enough damp air, Jenna lurched her open lips for the massive sphere. So hot. Filled with his blood. So smooth. At last, the stranger uttered a long groan. As her cheeks collapsed around the fleshy bulb, over her sloppy slurping, she heard him once again grunt. Though his frame shuddered above her, the mystery man dragged his tongue right down the center of her slit, lapping at her sweetness. A sudden flood of happiness added to the next huge wave of pleasure building within her. As she sucked once more, drawing another loud groan from him, Jenna’s nails clicked. How she wanted to grasp him so she could really make him happy.

As the monstrous tube once again slid over her lips, Jenna gulped in foamy air. Lots of air.

When his mouth disappeared from her after a last, deep kiss on her leaking slit that sent every nerve alight within her, Jenna found herself rocking beneath him. Each gentle glide of his cock along the length of her distended throat sent more nerves ablaze. As his pace increased, every pulsing ridge bored back and forth over her dribbling mouth.

Before he’d been playing, but now ... with grunt after grunt sending hot breath over her arching pelvis ... Now the stranger was fucking her ... throat. Not at all like the professor. Nope. She wasn’t throating him. She never had been.

Another point made.

A blast of searing air slammed into her just before his wide lips again splatted down around her clit. When his teeth mauled her nub, electricity jangled every frayed nerve across Jenna’s shaking body. The shackles rattled as her limbs wobbled and torqued, pulsing the taut scraping ropes.

With waves of pleasure twisting and pounding through her aching muscles, Jenna’s silent screams reverberated through the racing tube now hammering her throat. Each long suck of her flesh brought her torso upward to slap into his steel-like, muscular frame; driving one and then the other spiky nipple into his unrelenting torso as she twisted.

Other than the relentless jackhammering of her face, and his mouth, the stranger did not move ... at all.

“How?” was all Jenna managed to think before another deep kiss pulled her clit upwards; all the colors in the universe flashed before her blindfolded eyes.

When his spinning, contracting balls mashed against Jenna’s upturned face, his hissed breath sliced across her as his teeth still gnawed at her electrified nib. A forceful, undulating wave soared up his rod. Once more, she screamed more vibrations along the pulsating mass. After ripping his mouth free, a loud groan tore from him as he pressed his pelvis into her face with a wet splat.

Warmth splashed deep in her stomach. Then again. Another echoing grunt accompanied more undulations around his spasming cock. His groans of relief rumbled through her as he continued to pin her in place; his flexing rod filling her belly, one lengthy blast at a time.

The salty musk taste of his seed. Impossible.

At long last, the bed shifted as he raised himself until he knelt beside her head. Though wavering on the edge of unconsciousness, Jenna thrust upwards into his hands as they swept over her tits. His long fingers bounced against her aching nipples before disappearing to drag hair from her face.

With a protracted sigh, he tugged his shrinking, draining cock from her throat. As it slithered free of her slime-coated lips, a wave of warmth, salty cum and thick saliva, sluiced into her hair. Even while gulping foamy gasps of air, Jenna continued to lash her tongue over the drooling knob and any other pulsing flesh he let her reach.

While licking him clean, tired whimpers fled Jenna amidst the bubbles as his labored breathing warmed her heart. She managed a smile through the sticky fluids before lurching up to take his tip back into her mouth to drain the last of his potent seed. With a loud groan, the mystery man shook. His outstretched fingers crushed her tits ... then disappeared. As Jenna spun her head to chase it, her... her cock vanished from her suckling lips.

As her tacky lips flapped, sending smacking sounds around the now silent room, she surged her open mouth after it, but...

Her cock had disappeared!

A loud moan ripped from Jenna. She wanted it back!

Would he fuck her now? Please. She still needed to be fucked! She wanted that beast inside her. Could she even take something that large? The bed moved. Yes, he would. He was moving between her legs. At last.

Instead, the mattress bounced as he slipped off.

No! Where was he going? As Jenna twisted, trying to pull free, the bindings creaked. She wanted him back! She had to get free! To catch him. To get at it! Her cock! Where was it going? Where was he taking it?

Jenna jolted at the touch of a soft, damp washcloth. It dribbled warm water as he swabbed with care around her open lips, sweeping her clean of spit and his dribbling seed. Just as she licked her lips, trying to form words ... pleading words, he pressed a finger across them. And like a good little ... hmm ... something, Jenna shut her mouth and waited in silence, but for the occasional whimper, while he swept her clean.

As rapacious as he’d been, her stranger was gentle, too gentle as he wiped her still aching, spasming petals. Once finished, he leaned down and whispered into her ear. He spoke the first words since he’d arrived. The only words he’d said. When he drifted from her to stand, the bed shifted once more.

While he washed the towel and slid his clothes on, Jenna remained silent.

And she stayed quiet as the door opened. Then closed—this time with a solid thunk.

Jenna was alone.

And still horny.

Though her belly was full. The stranger had fed her well. Another spasm wracked Jenna’s squishing pussy, just not all the way inside ... like she needed. Throbbing, her clitoris also ached. The echoes of his gnawing teeth sent tremors rippling through her. She swallowed a chuckle; he’d also eaten well—very well.

Stunned and cooling as the damp water the towel had left behind evaporated, Jenna lay quiet for hours. Days. Weeks. Forever. Other than twisting whenever the occasional rippling shiver meandered through her, she only squirmed. Unsatisfied heat flared deep inside. Her tired muscles ached as they stretched the loosened bindings; her abandoned pussy fluttering in frustration. What more had he wanted? She’d been bound. He could’ve fucked her. Right then. Not ... His words came back to her. They pulled a moan from her. Then she fell silent, as he’d also ordered.

At least he’d fed her. Yet, like the horny little baby bird she was, she craved more.

When the lock engaged and the door shoved open, Jenna’s heart raced. Had he found or taken the key? Her mystery lover had returned. He’d only been teasing her. Nobody had ever abandoned Jenna, certainly never while she was naked. The new pool boy; tall, muscled, tanned, with blonde hair and twinkling blue eyes. Oh, he’d been reticent ... until she stripped off her bikini for him the morning before they’d left town. Then he wasn’t hesitant ... Nope, not at all. Wow, that had been an early morning workout routine.

A grin slid across her face as she rolled her head, tracking the footfalls. Her new lover had just been taunting her ... He was so good at that. She’d earned it—him. He was returning to plow her with that massive tool.

Any second now, the bed would shift under his muscular mass. She twisted and arched towards the door, displaying herself for him. He would lean down and—

“Are you okay, sweetie?”

Fuck! It was Al. Only Al.

As she crumpled to the mattress, a lengthy sigh slithered from Jenna. Sounding vaguely apologetic, her husband mumbled something. With a wet smack of his lips, his clothes thumped to the floor.

Abandoned. Her lover had abandoned ... her. Jenna! Never. Why? The bed hardly moved under her husband’s hesitant movements. A swift jab of his ungainly elbow and the nudge of his bony knee jolted her. His breathing was heavy and rapid; this was the sight of his life. At that, Jenna forced a smile; this had been her idea, after all. She strained to maintain the smile as Al stumbled around between her outstretched, bound legs.

They shook, but not because of him. Not exactly. Would Al detect her mystery man’s bite marks?

“Are you ready ... for me?” he murmured before his lips once more wetly smacked.

“Uh, huh.” For him, no, but she pushed up into Al’s sweaty palm.

No matter what she would’ve said, Al was so turned on, he jabbed his little penis into her. Well, more like at her. As he cursed under his breath, it slipped and slid along her slick folds, swollen with... -him-.

Come on! Damn it! Though Al couldn’t hear her thoughts, her neck muscles rippled as she tensed.

“Sorry ... uh, you’re so wet, sweetie.”

You’re goddamned right! Her brain was screaming. As he prodded once more, Jenna’s arms tore at the bindings, desperate to rip her hands free. To clutch his shaft. And shove the little thing into her.

At last, his knob pushed inside, pulling a sigh from Jenna as she propelled her tits up into his clammy hands. While not nearly as deep or wide as the stranger would’ve gone, it would work. As Al nudged her along the mattress, though Jenna could barely feel him, a wave built up. Her hungry pussy craved release; at least her lover had prepared the way for Al.

In no time at all, her husband sped up, racing inside her like a rabbit. His breathing intensified, mixed with low groans. Yet, under his manic stroking, she only swayed. The shackles were silent. While the bed moved, it didn’t creak.

To top it off, it was only seconds ... or seemed that short to Jenna before Al grunted. As the slapping folds of his flabby belly pushed into her, his spasming wand flung its spurting dribbles.

His... His cock would’ve pummeled her. And, oh God, its thick, warm load, based on her full belly, would’ve flooded her. A moan slipped from Jenna, but not due to the tentative nudging of her battered nipples by her husband’s sticky fingers. No ... the hope. That alone pulled the moan from her. With every nerve singed to its blackened core, despite the clenching of her tired walls against his already shrinking twig, the wave frittered away. To nothing. Nothing at all.

When Al rolled to the side, Jenna lay silent and unmoving, covered in his cold sweat, while his small hands scrabbled over her. Ignoring the roaming fingertips, nervous and unsure, she started a lengthy exhale. It shuddered to a stop as a hiss through clenched teeth when a tremor tore through her ... so very deep inside.

The words the man ... Her man—had spoken before he departed.

Jenna chewed her lips, only pausing to return her husband’s quick peck before he dropped from the bed; his “lovemaking” done.

Her long sigh echoed through the empty room as Al’s footfalls spatted on the tile of the bathroom floor.