Chapter 2

"That was good." she whispered. "Too good. Way, way too good." Something in her tone didn't seem right, and he lifted up on one elbow to look into her face. To his surprise, she almost looked like she was going to cry.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I mean it was too good. I mean this is too real. It's not just a fantasy any more. I mean I'm sure that heroin isn't as addictive as the feelings you just gave me."

Hearing this made him feel definitely uncomfortable.

"Hey, c'mon," he kidded her gently with a smile. "Don't be so silly." She wrapped her arms around his head and held it to her chest for a moment, stroking his hair with her hand and the top of his head with her chin.

"You've gotta make love to me now, Corey." She said quietly. "You've gotta put it inside me."

He lifted his head and grinned. "Right now?" he asked lightly.

"Right now." she answered seriously. "You've given me two really great ones, and I haven't made you cum at all, and it's not fair. And I'll never be more ready than I am right now." He became serious as he saw the earnestness on her face.

"I think you're right." he said quietly. He still didn't think she'd be able to take him, but he was so damn horny he was willing to try.

She spread her legs and he slid between them. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He gently kissed her open mouth as he moved until he could feel the head of his dick butted up against the moistness of her softest place. He gave a tentative push, his dick still as hard as a rock, but to him his cock seemed way too big.

"Mmmff." she said into his mouth with a little squirm. He pushed a little harder, with no better results. It felt like he was trying to push it into a belly button, not a pussy.

"Mmmff. Wait. Wait a second..." she breathed. He pulled back a bit and she reached down and grasped him behind the head with one hand. Her pussy was oozing her thick lubrication in anticipation of his penetration. She wiped the tips of two fingers of her other hand through her slit, gathering a blob of her gel on her fingertips, and wiped it on the bulbous head of his dick. She continued to gather liquid from herself and rub it over his shaft till his whole cock was well coated.

"Mmmm. It's so bumpy, under the skin." she murmured, "And so hard. And so huge..." She assumed the position he'd shown her earlier, knees as high as she could pull them with her tailbone on the bed, heels to the backs of her thighs with her toes pointed.

"Close your eyes." she whispered. Grasping the head in one hand and the shaft in the other, she rubbed the end of it all over her little pussy. This sent a shiver through his body that stood his hair on end. The pressure of her grip on his shaft squeezed a drop of his lubricant free of the end of his dick, and she mixed it with hers, stirring it into her opening with the end of his cock. She wiggled her body toward him on the bed and pushed her opening against his dick a bit. Using the fingers of one hand on the end of his cock, and the fingers of the other on the lips of her pussy, she began tucking his head inside her an eighth of an inch of skin at a time, working her way around and around his cock. Her vulva seemed as hot as a fever burning against his tip. He held as still as a stone as she slowly, slowly tucked and wiggled her body onto him. She stopped when she had the head of his cock about halfway tucked in, but the rigid core of him was still just outside the ring of her tightness.

"Okay Corey." she whispered. "Push." He slowly added pressure, and she wiggled her hips in a little circle, until it seemed that his rigid dick would bend. Finally, the circle of her opening was forced to expand, little by little until most of his head was inside her.

With almost no warning he could feel his orgasm rapidly building.

"Hold still!" he whispered hoarsely. She froze. He quickly began composing a guitar solo in his head. He had long since learned that the part of his mind that thought about sex could not work at the same time as the part of his mind that composed guitar solos. After about fifteen seconds his impending orgasm abated.

"All right." he said, and began a slow push and release, not enough to call thrusting, getting no more than a sixteenth of an inch more of his hardness into her each time, until he could feel her maidenhead stretched across the end of his cock. He opened his eyes to see her face.

And froze. It was obvious she was in pain. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her face clenched, her hands twisted in the bedspread. All of her muscles were flexed, and fresh sweat beaded the brow of her pretty face. She seemed in such severe pain that he lost the will to continue.

"This is nuts." he growled, his voice suddenly seeming too loud. "This is not gonna work. You're going to rip, and then I'm going to have to rush you to the hospital." He began to pull out of her.

"What? No! Wait, please, please wait!" she wailed. She wrapped her legs around his body and started to pull him inside her, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.

Her voice seemed to hold such pleading desperation that he did wait, and she spoke quickly and earnestly, knowing she'd have to talk fast to convince him. She held his face in her hands and looked into his eyes.

"I'll be all right, really I will, as long as I'm excited enough I should be dilated, right? And I should expand and stretch as you push into me, okay?" She reached down and began to rub her clitoris between both index fingers, and continued speaking:

"I mean you'd do it to me to make me come, right? To bring me pleasure? And you will! Just not right now. Please Corey, this is my first time, my very first time, and that's important to a girl. It's real important to me that you really enjoy me, that you really enjoy my first sex with you, even if it hurts me. You don't have to enjoy the pain, you just have to enjoy me. I mean, you've got the easy part, don't you? And see? My pussy's getting used to you."

He thought about it, and it did seem that her tightness may have relaxed a little around his penis head. She saw his resolve waver, and continued in a rush:

"Remember you said to me: 'If we keep going now, you can't turn back.'? I didn't turn back on you, Corey. Please don't turn back on me. Please don't ask me to stop."

Suddenly he felt like an asshole for having said that to her in the first place. And he knew he would feel like a hypocrite if he failed to do as she asked. He felt a profound wave of affection for her. He felt protective, and couldn't help but admire her courage. He didn't want to injure her body, but he also didn't want to injure her emotions. He gently gathered her little body to his, and nuzzled her hair, then settled his face in the hollow of her shoulder. She began to whisper in his ear, still gently rubbing her clitoris with both fingers:

"You can do it, Corey. Just push a little harder. I'm giving you everything, Corey. I'm giving you my virginity. All you have to do is take what I'm giving you. I'll only ever be a virgin for you, Corey. I'll never, ever be a virgin for anybody else. Only you. C'mon. Just push it inside me. I can't do it, Corey. I'm not brave enough. You have to do it to me. I think I'm brave enough to let you, Corey, but you've gotta do it to me, even if you've gotta make me do it..."

He couldn't believe what she was saying to him. Her words seemed to bore through his mind and into his soul. He felt like she was taking hypnotic control of his entire being, and he knew he'd never been half as excited in his life. He suddenly knew that he was going to do it to her, that nothing short of death was going to stop him. Still, he held back, wanting desperately to hear what else she was going to say.

She realized that it was working, that he was going to keep going, and that she was turning herself on some more as well, despite the pain. She thought of all the naughty things she had ever been tempted to say, and let the words flow out:

"Just think of how I'll feel to you, Corey, when you're all the way inside me. All nice and warm and wet and tight around your... cock. Mmmm, this is gonna work, Corey. I'm much more relaxed now. I'm a lot more ready, ready to take you inside me. All the way. I want all of you inside me, all of your big, hard cock inside me. All the way up me. C'mon, Corey, do it to me now. Take me. Take my virginity now, Corey, take my virginity. Please, just push yourself inside me..."

That was it, all that he could stand. He looked down her body, at her legs curled high, her breasts shivering between her biceps as she fingered her little clitoris with both hands. He tucked his elbows under hers and grasped her shoulders from beneath. He lay some of his weight upon her, holding her firmly in place. His cock-head had been squeezed almost out of her by her tightness, and he applied some pressure to keep it in place. He gathered himself for his thrust, and felt her grow tense. She began rubbing herself a little faster, and he heard her whisper to herself:

"Oh God, here it comes, here it comes..."

"Easy. Relax." he crooned soothingly. He felt the tension start to drain from her. "That's it. Just relax. It's okay..."

His first powerful thrust took him back up to her maidenhead, his second tore her open, his third, fourth and fifth got his cock-head past what had been her virginity, and he held there, shaking like a leaf.

"Ow! Aaaaggh! Ow ow ow owaaammmmm!" she buried her face in the hollow of his shoulder to stifle what was rapidly becoming a scream. She struggled hard to control the urge to push him off, to make him take it out. She forced herself to not beg him to stop. Her body shook with spasms. After the first hotly intense ripping sensation, came the stabbing pains of his subsequent thrusts, settling to an aching and immense feeling of pressure. She couldn't help thinking to herself amidst all the sensation: 'Wow. I've got a really, really big cock shoved into me.' And she rubbed her clitoris a little harder.

She was so tight around him, he felt like he had forced his cock into a finger of a greased rubber glove. He had never felt such intense emotion as that tearing at his soul at that moment. Like some kind of split personality feeling, half of him desperately wanted to sooth her pain, to jump up and get an aspirin or call a doctor or something to help her, to comfort her. But this half of his mind was not in control. Primeval, animal, sexual desire decided what his body was going to do, and the rest of his being seemed only along with the ride. Other things began to awaken in him. He lifted himself off her enough to look down at her face and upper body and placed his palms flat on the mattress. Careful not to move his prick in her as her flinching died down, he pulled his knees up to a wide crawling position with his pelvis held low.

He whispered to her: "Please, keep going. Tell me what you're feeling. Tell me what you're thinking." He began slowly thrusting into her. Tears began leaking from the corners of her eyes. It took her a couple of tries to find her voice, and then it was only a tense whisper:

"Ohh... Oh... Oh God, Corey. It's so big. It's really hurting me. But it's in me. I'm a woman now. You've made me a woman with your cock. Your woman. You've made me your woman with your cock, Corey, pushed it up inside me and took me, heart and soul. My soul is bonded to yours even more strongly now, Corey. I can feel your heartbeat in your cock, so strong and fast, feel it with my pussy, my sore pussy. Oooh, you're really getting it in me now, really deep, really, aah, aah! uuh! AAAHHH!"

She lost it, dissolving into violent shaking, and he paused in his thrusts. He was a little more than half-way inside her, maybe five inches, and he was riding the fine line at the edge of letting his orgasm explode.

Her soft body shivering against his, she found she could continue, though her voice was shaking;

"I need this, Corey. I've needed it for a long time. I need this feeling, this experience. I need this pain like a mother needs to feel the pain of giving birth to be complete. I feel like I am giving birth. I feel like I'm giving birth to you, Corey. Do you feel like you're being born? But no, you're not coming out of me, you're going inside me. Are you my baby, Corey? Do you feel all safe and warm inside me, like a child in the womb? Hmm?"

He closed his eyes and thought about it, thought about how his dick felt, squeezed so tightly in the warmth of her gloriously sexy little body.

"Yes." he croaked hoarsely. It was all that he could say, balanced as he was on the edge of orgasm. Her shaking had almost stopped.

"Come on," she whispered, "We're almost there. Just a little farther. My pussy's getting used to you again, and she needs the rest of your cock. Just a little more, and you'll be all the way inside me. Come on, just push it in me. You can do it. Just shove it into me. All the way."

He felt like someone else was controlling his body, and he was just an observer. He raised himself above her on his widespread hands and knees, so that he was not touching her with anything but his cock embedded in her. He watched her as he resumed his slow, short thrusts, like he was trying to push her up to the head of the bed with his cock.

After six more slow thrusts he had gained another inch, and was maybe six inches inside her. She could no longer speak, only whine and flinch at the peak of his every thrust. It took all of her will power to not try to jump up and run away. She rubbed her pussy frantically, and concentrated on keeping her fingers on her clitoris and her knees high, but it was no use. Against her own will, she began wiggling away from him on her tailbone and shoulder blades.

Fascinated, he let her do it until she had slowly pulled herself off his cock about three inches, then quickly thrust the three inches back up inside her. It was pure ecstasy. She gave a little scream, and began wiggling away from him a little faster, whining all the while. He felt the first rumblings of his orgasm, let them die down. He let her wiggle off him another three inches, thrust them back inside her.

She was wiggling up the bed constantly now, frantically, whining all the while, and he followed her up the bed, thrusting it back inside her every three inches. They were both completely coated with sweat, and some of the strands of her hair were sticking to her face and shoulders.

Finally her head was scrunched up against the headboard, and she began to whimper: 'Please, please Corey, please, please... '

He didn't know whether she was begging him to stop or to keep going, and it didn't matter because he could not stop. He grasped her shoulders from behind, braced the top of his own head against the headboard, and pulled her down from it. He wrapped himself around her and pulled her close to himself, laying most of his weight upon her, too far gone to even care if it was too much for her. He humped his cock inside her with short, hard, almost frantic strokes but after only four of them he felt the end of her passage touch the head of his cock, and after one more he was tight against it, not quite seven inches in. He was panting like a marathon runner, and he began to shake all over. He lifted his weight from her and slowly slid his cock almost all the way out of her, slowing down near the end so as to be sure not to take it right out of her, then slowly slid the whole seven inches back inside her. There were still two inches of his cock outside of her, the thickest two inches, but he was glad to have gotten even that much inside her. He slowly pulled it out and slid it in again, one, two, three, four times. The pleasure was unbelievable.

His orgasm hit him like a truck. His vision grayed and he almost passed out. A wave of ecstasy passed from the head of his cock to every inch of his skin, and back to his cock. Extreme hot and cold flashes swept over his body. He humped her pussy very quickly but lightly, with one inch little strokes, and grunted deeply on every one: 'Uhh, uuh, uuh, uuh... '

"Oooh, you're coming in me!" She breathed, amazed. "That's good, that's so good. I can feel your cock, it's... oooh. Cum in me, Corey, please..." still caressing herself with one hand, she reached up to stroke his hair with the other.

His sense of relief and release were so great, that to his utter astonishment he began to cry in great wracking sobs as he pumped his seed into her, every spurting thrust a fresh wave of ecstasy.

"Are you crying, Corey?" she asked, astonished and concerned. "Are you crying for me? My God, that's beautiful, that's so beautiful..."

And then, just as his orgasm subsided to large aftershocks and he began to gain control of his emotions, to his utter amazement, she came.

While not as intense as the two big ones she'd had earlier that night, and tempered by pain, it was still an amazingly pleasurable sensation. He watched in surprise as her face was instantly transformed to an expression of rapture. Even though her little pussy couldn't squeeze him any tighter, it tried, and it's little contractions were the perfect thing to stimulate a long series of delightful aftershocks in his hypersensitive dick.

"Oh." she said, sounding mildly surprised. And then, a few seconds later, "Oh." again.

Finally she slowly settled into a state of utter relaxation. Her legs uncurled and lay splayed wide apart. She lay back and gloried in the afterglow for a minute, spread-eagled beneath him.

With eyes closed and a little smile on her face, she began to hum a tune. After a few bars he recognized to his embarrassment that it was one of his; 'Take My Romance', off his first album.

"Amanda." he said, trying it out in his mouth. "Aamaaaandaa. You're so beautiful. I'm sorry I hurt you, Amanda."

"Shh, please don't say that." she whispered, gently stroking his face. "I made you do it, and it needed to happen. This is what I was born to do. I know the purpose of my existence is to bring you pleasure."

"Hey, c'mon," he chided with a smile, "I'm sure you're destined to have more in your life than just sleeping with me for the next seventy years."

"Nothing of any significance." she replied with surety, and changed the subject.

"Can you do it some more?" she asked sweetly.

He pulled back a little and gave an experimental push, then another. He was still hard, but normal hard, not the skin stretching, aching ultra-hardness it had been before his orgasm.

"Indeed," he pronounced with formality, his voice rumbling deeply in his chest, "I can do it, some more!"

She giggled.

"You're funny." she said as he began to move inside her again. "Mmmm. I'm so wet, with both our come inside me, and I feel so relaxed, it almost doesn't hurt any more."

"Almost?" he asked.

"Well, it still hurts, but at least now I can take pleasure from feeling you sliding in and out of me. It feels like you might be a little..." she wiggled her hips in a little circle, "... less huge, I guess. Smaller just isn't what I'm trying to say."

He laughed and kissed her on the forehead. "You're funny too, Amanda."

He leaned down and kissed her. Her mouth felt so warm and moist, he let himself moan his pleasure into it as he began picking up the pace of his sex. Her channel felt like it had gradually become more accustomed to his massive size, still far tighter than any other woman he had ever felt, but no longer in danger of injury. He resumed the long slow strokes he had been using before, from his tip to about six and a half inches deep when he touched down lightly against her cervix.

"Mmmm, that's starting to feel good..." she murmured, still spread eagle beneath him, relaxed, a little smile on her face.

"You look so enticing in that position, so open, so sensual." he said gently.

"It's my natural position." she spoke as softly as he, "This is how I go to sleep every night. Naked, spread all over the bed like this."

"Really? How exciting."

"Mm hmm. I even keep the room real warm, and sleep on top of the covers like this, same as you. Why, a guy could sneak into my room at night and just slip it right inside me while I'm sleeping."

Envisioning this little scenario gave him a powerful thrill, and his cock pulsed about halfway back up to full rock hardness.

"Mmmm, you like the thought of that, don't you?" she asked with a giggle. "I can feel it in your cock." She gave a little shiver. "I feel like such a naughty, bad little girl, saying that. I can feel your cock growing harder with the inside of my pussy. Mmmm." She giggled again.

"You're really incredible, you know that?" He laughed, rumbling deep in his chest. "You feel so different from every other woman I've ever been with. You're so small. I have to remind myself when I go to kiss you, so I don't kiss you on the top of the head. You remind me of, what's that expression? Woman-child. You're so obviously a woman..." and he lightly stroked her breasts, watching her nipples rise, "But you look so young... between your legs. And when I hold you in my arms, you feel so soft and small, so child-like. It makes me feel so protective, like I should wrap myself around you and protect you from everything bad in the world."

"That's so beautiful." She replied, dreamily. "When you hold me, I feel like I'm in the arms of a God. Completely protected, totally safe and warm."

"Mmm, thank you." he said. "And speaking of warm..." They were still soaked in sweat, and feeling a little hot and sticky by then. He reached over to the night stand and grabbed the cloth from the bowl and squeezed a little excess water from it. The water had cooled to room temperature, so when he wiped the still-dripping cloth gently over her breasts, it felt deliciously cool and refreshing. He heard the hissing intake of breath through the teeth of her smiling mouth as he began wiping the sweat from all of her body that he could reach.

"Aaah, that feels so nice, so cool." she cooed. "You give me all these wonderful sensations. Let me do it for you when you're done me."

He continued until he was done gently wiping her body, leaning on alternating elbows and continuing the long slow strokes of his member into her delicate loins the whole time. Then he handed it to her, and it felt gloriously cool as she slowly drew it over his overheated skin.

"Yes, this was definitely one of my better ideas." he mumbled.

"You're body's so beautiful, so handsome." she told him. "You're so big, and you feel better than I've ever dreamed, and your muscles are so nice." She began naming them as she drew the cloth over them. "Trapezoids... pectorals... deltoids... abdominals..." She got to lower abdominals, and she rubbed it down into his pubic hair, and froze as she touched his dick.

After a second she handed him the cloth and he put it back in the bowl. She reached down between their bodies and felt how much of the base of his cock was still outside her at the end of his next thrust. A little under two and a half inches; almost enough to wrap her hand around it, if her fingers had been long enough to do so.

"Oh no." she whispered quietly.

"What's the matter?" he asked, concerned.

"I knew it wasn't all the way inside me, but I was sure it was almost all the way in me." She sounded supremely disappointed. "There's still a whole bunch of it you haven't put in me yet!"

"So?" he asked, puzzled.

"So you've gotta put the rest inside me too!" she pouted, running her hands through his hair. "Please?"

He stared at her for a moment, flabbergasted. Finally he gave his head a bit of a shake.

"Look," he said, "I don't have to do anything. First, you feel absolutely beautiful this way. Second," he pushed it in till he touched down at six and a half inches, then another half inch to put some tension on her cervix, "That's all the room you have, any farther and it's really gonna hurt you again, and we just got past that. Third, I've already got more in you than lots of guys have to give, and it only gets thicker. Fourth, I can't think of a single good reason to do so. So you might as well leave it at that." He leaned down and kissed her neck by way of changing the subject.

"I have two good reasons." She replied earnestly; "I can't stand the thought that I'm unable to love you fully, to do for you all that other women can. And I know that no matter how much you enjoy me tonight, if you don't go all the way, then tomorrow you'll think to yourself 'She was nice, too bad I couldn't get it all the way into her'."

He had no reply to that, so he continued to tease her neck, and ply her with long, gentle strokes.

"I'll talk dirty to you again." Her teasing whisper of warning was punctuated by a soft giggle.

"It doesn't matter if you do. I'm not going to and that's it. Just let me know if you don't like what I'm doing."

She hugged him around his chest and considered her sensations.

"Mmmm, oh I like what you're doing." she spoke softly. "It's too bad though. I bet this part of you wanted to be inside me too." She lightly scratched down the length of his root that hadn't been inside her yet with the fingernails of both hands. "Imagine this part all the way in, how much nicer it would feel. Imagine me pressed tight against you right around here." She traced a line around his member where it joined his body with the tips of both index fingers. "And I so wanted to feel these against my bum." She reached past his shaft and cupped his balls, rolled them in her palm a bit, gave them a gentle squeeze. "Mmm, they feel so nice. And I really want to rub my little clit against you right here." With that she rubbed his pubic bone where his cock met his body, his pubic hair slightly scratchy on her finger.

His dick pulsed up another degree of hardness, but he maintained his slow strokes and nibbles.

"C'mon, Corey, you know my pussy wants it, you know your cock wants it. You know I want it, and you know that deep down inside, part of you wants to do it to me. C'mon, let yourself go. Be the rampaging stallion I know you are."

She paused, as if to judge the results of her efforts. He was stroking just a little faster, otherwise, no change. She continued in a whisper, with more intensity;

"C'mon Corey, do it to me. Do it to my little pussy. You can push your whole cock right inside my tight little pussy. Do it. Fuck my pussy with your cock, with all of your cock. Fuck my little girl pussy, hurt me with your big, manly cock. Go on, do it, I'm fresh young pussy, hurt me with your cock, make me be your pussy aaaaAAAAAA!!!"

"God dammit Amanda!" he almost-shouted in her face as he slammed it up inside her. "Is this what you want?!"

"Yessss..." she hissed through clenched teeth.

"Shit!" he growled, amidst more vicious penetrations. "A minute ago, we were making love! Now I'm fucking you! What the hell are you trying to do to me?! Just what the fuck are you trying to make me become?! A pedophile?! A sadist?!!"

"A did..." she forced out, squirming, almost thrashing from the pain of his thrusts.

"WHAT?" he barked, pausing at the peak of his thrust. She panted, got her breathing under control.

"Addicted." she whispered quietly.

The word blasted into his mind, unexpected and surprising, instantly dissipating his anger.

"Addicted." he repeated softly, almost in wonderment. For a moment, he envisioned rolling over and telling her to leave. The thought was like ice-water thrown on his heart.

"I am. Maybe I am addicted." he said to himself in amazement. He resumed his slow, gentle thrusting, almost distractedly, while he absorbed the thought.

"Why, Amanda? Why do you want to do that to me?"

"To make us even, Corey. I'm addicted to you." She told him gently. "And besides, I really do want to feel you all the way inside me. You came so close a minute ago, when you were excited."

"Excited." he stated wonderingly. "Straighten one leg." he told her calmly. When she did, he rolled them over to that side. He lay on his back, relaxed, laced his fingers behind his head.

"You do it." he said, and closed his eyes.

She laid her head on his chest. "Aw, c'mon Corey, you know I want you to do it to me." she purred.

His eyes flashed open. "If you want it, do it!" he growled dangerously.

She snapped a shocked glance at his face before lowering her eyes and answering softly; "Yes Corey."

It was amazing to see the submissive role come over her. Her posture and motions took on a subservient aspect, subtle yet unmistakable. Her breath came in shorter, more shallow little pants. Her nipples returned to absolute full hardness. She reached down and rubbed her clitoris four times, hard, and came. She closed her eyes, put her hands on his shoulders, bit her lip, rubbed her breasts against his chest, and rode the shock waves as her pussy spasmed around his member.

'Unbelievable!' he thought to himself. 'She really gets off on this submissiveness thing in a big way! I'd assumed she just did it to turn me on! Well!'

"You'd really enjoy having me order you around, wouldn't you?" he asked her curiously.