He came after me, trying to hide his hard cock under his speedo. I went straight with him to the side of the house, exactly the same corner where Diego had made me get on my knees days earlier and suck him before he went to meet his little girlfriend.
When he got there, I didn’t even ask, didn’t wait—I dropped to my knees right away, yanked his speedo down and pulled his cock out. It was hard, hot, throbbing. I ran my tongue over the head, then took the whole thing in one go, sucking it hungry like it was a lollipop. While I bobbed my head up and down, I kept glancing sideways, half-expecting to see Diego show up. The thought of him watching only made me wetter. But he wasn’t gonna make it in time—Rodrigo grabbed my hair, let out a low moan and shot hard in my mouth, catching me almost by surprise.
I swallowed what I could, the rest ran down my chin.
Rodrigo was still breathing heavy when he spoke, his voice thick with lust:
“Come over to my place. I’m dying to fuck you…”
He looked me up and down, speedo still pulled down, cock hanging out.
“You can come just like that, in your bikini. I’d love to pull that little thong off with just my teeth.”
I laughed, still on my knees, wiping the corner of my mouth.
“No fucking way. I’m at least putting on some shorts.”
He shrugged, smirking.
“Whatever. Just don’t take long.”
We headed back to the pool area. Diego wasn’t around anymore. Carol looked at me from her lounge chair, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m going over to Rodrigo’s,” I told her, already walking.
“Rafa…” she tried to say something important, but I didn’t listen.
“Later. If my mom asks, you know what to say—tell her I’m in the shower.”
I practically ran home. Went straight to my room, grabbed a pair of jean shorts and pulled them on over my still-wet bikini. Opened my makeup bag, threw in lipstick, concealer… and the tube of lube. I looked at the tube for a second before zipping it up.
I came back downstairs ready.
Rodrigo was waiting outside, leaning against the wall, scrolling on his phone. When he saw me, he put it away and gave me that sideways smile.
“What’s up, you little slut… ready?”
We got to his house and barely made it to his room before he shut the door behind us.
“Take the shorts off.”
I did. The jean shorts hit the floor. I was left in just my black bikini, the fabric still damp and clinging to my skin. He pushed me against the wall with his whole body. The kiss came hot and wet, his tongue invading my mouth without asking. His big hands squeezed my waist, then slid up and yanked the top tie loose with one pull.
The top fell and his mouth went straight down. He sucked my left tit hard, tongue swirling around the nipple. I arched my back, pushing my chest into his mouth. He switched to the other, nibbling lightly, sucking until it was stiff and sensitive.
He pulled me by the waist to the bed, laid me on my back and climbed on top. His hot weight pressed down on me. We kissed again, but his mouth didn’t stay on my lips long. It moved down my neck, between my tits, and back to sucking my breasts while his right hand slid under my thong.
His fingers found my already-wet pussy. He shoved one in deep right away. I let out a loud moan and spread my legs wider. He started fingering me slow, thumb pressing on my clit at the same time, watching my face while I ground against his hand.
Then he pulled the thong to the side and his hot tongue hit my clit, sucking hungrily. He licked and sucked, shoved his tongue inside me and went back to my swollen little clit. While he ate me, his hands undid the ties on the thong until the fabric slipped down my thighs and I was completely naked under his mouth.
“Yeah… you dirty fucker… make me cum in your mouth,” I begged.
He sped up, tongue working faster, mouth sucking harder, and suddenly my body started shaking. My thighs clamped around his head, my back arched on its own, and the orgasm ripped through me in strong waves while I came all over his mouth, trembling and unable to stop.
I could tell he was ready to fuck me. I grabbed his cock and said low:
“Just rub it… like this.”
The hot head of his dick slid between my wet lips, up and down, stopping right at the entrance. For a second I almost let him push in. I wanted it bad, but I decided to climb on top instead.
I straddled him on my knees, letting his cock rub against my entrance while he held my tits. I loved grinding on his dick like that. It might’ve seemed silly, but in my head I pictured losing my virginity that way—sitting down and riding.
“Come on, you little slut… sit on it. Let me fuck you good,” he muttered, voice rough, hands sliding down to my waist.
I grabbed his cock and lined the head up at my entrance, feeling it almost slip in. My eyes rolled back from the rush and I had to catch my breath, but he still wasn’t past the opening. I pushed a little and felt that sharp sting, the resistance, and froze. It hurt more than I expected—like the skin was about to tear. Fear hit me hard: fear it would hurt like hell, fear I’d bleed. The image of blood running down my thigh and staining the sheets flashed in my mind. And with the fear came the question:
“Do I really want to lose my virginity like this… just because I’m pissed at Diego?”
I still had a little sense left.
I wasn’t giving it up out of spite.
I got off him in one quick move.
Rodrigo looked at me, confused, cock still hard and bobbing in the air.
“Good thing I brought the lube,” I said, already climbing off the bed and running for my bag.
You might think it’s weird. “She was scared of the pain but still did anal, which hurts way more.”
Yeah. I couldn’t really explain it myself.
Anal hurt like a motherfucker at first, but I was getting used to it. My pussy was different. There was the weight of the taboo, the idea of breaking the hymen. My vaginal virginity still meant something to me. It was giving myself body and soul, and I didn’t want to do it angry or as some kind of revenge on Diego.
I slathered plenty of lube on my asshole and climbed back on top of Rodrigo. I sucked his cock until it was dripping with spit, then lined the head up with my back entrance. I still wasn’t completely used to riding with my ass, but I liked it because I could control how deep it went.
The head slipped in. I just rocked a little, barely moving up and down, getting used to the pressure again.
“Come on, you little slut… sit on it,” he asked, voice hoarse, hands gripping my waist.