I started going down for real, slow. His cock slid in inch by inch, stretching me, filling me up. When I sat all the way down, I let out a breath through my mouth. I stayed still for a second, feeling him throb inside my ass, hot and thick.
Then I started moving. I rode up and down slow at first, then picked up the pace a little, feeling every inch of him slide in and out while the lube made it easy.
After that I lay on my side while he kept fucking me and told him to stay in my ass. His cock pushed in and he asked if he could pound me hard. I said yes.
— Yeah, fuck me, fuck my tight little asshole.
He started slamming harder, deep and steady strokes, while his hands grabbed and squeezed my tits rough. His fingers pinched my hard nipples, pulling and twisting, sending a hot rush straight down to my belly. I moaned low, my whole body rolling with his rhythm.
That position felt fucking good. It opened my ass up nice and comfortable for him to go deep, and let me play with myself without any effort. I slid my hand between my legs and started rubbing my swollen clit, already dripping. My fingers slid easy through my own slick, circling fast, pressing down light.
I stayed like that, fingering myself while he fucked me. Every hard thrust made my body shake, my ass stretching tight around his cock, and at the same time the pleasure built hard from my clit. I was completely gone, body hot, breathing ragged.
That’s when I remembered the bullet. That little toy I bought. It would’ve been perfect right then, but I didn’t have it with me yet.
Then he asked:
— Get on all fours… I wanna cum fucking you like this.
I got on all fours right away, buried my face in the pillow and pushed my ass up high, spreading everything for him. The position let me keep touching myself, so I slid my hand back between my legs and kept rubbing my wet pussy, circling my swollen clit.
He lined his cock up with my ass again and started pounding without mercy. Hard, fast thrusts, going deep every time. The wet, nasty sound filled the room. I bit the pillowcase hard, taking that sweet little ache mixed with the pleasure, trying not to moan too loud.
— Fuck, Rafaella… you’re so fucking hot! — he groaned, speeding up even more.
He slammed harder, hands gripping my waist and yanking me back onto every thrust. Suddenly he buried himself balls-deep and stopped. I felt his body shake, his cock pulsing hard inside me, and the hot, thick shots pumping into my ass as he came.
But I still hadn’t cum. I stayed on all fours with his cock still buried and leaking cum, rubbing my clit harder. The orgasm hit all at once, overwhelming. A hot, violent wave ripped through my whole body, making my legs shake out of control, my pussy clenching tight, my whole body writhing while I moaned into the pillow, trembling nonstop.
I stayed lying there for a while, just enjoying that loose, relaxed feeling still running through me. My ass throbbed lightly, my pussy soaked, legs weak. After a bit I turned my face to him and asked quietly:
— Can I take a shower?
Rodrigo smiled, still catching his breath, and said:
— Yeah… but only if I can get in with you.
I agreed right away. We left the room and ran straight into his mom in the hallway. I was only in a bikini. She stopped, looked me up and down, and went quiet. I swear I could read her mind: “Some little brat like this fucking my son.”
Rodrigo stood there beside me and muttered a low “mom…”, but she didn’t answer. She just turned around and walked off. My face burned. I dropped my head and followed him into the bathroom without saying a word.
Under the hot shower, steam rising, we kissed for a long time. Long, wet kisses, tongues sliding together while the water ran down our bodies. Then he turned me around, pressed his chest to my back, and started grinding his half-hard cock against my pussy. We stayed like that for a while, just slow, teasing rubbing, his body hot against mine, water pouring over us.
When we got back to the room we lay down again. He pulled me into a spoon, kissing my neck and ear while we talked low.
I told him that the first time we hooked up I was still a real virgin. Never done oral or anal with anyone. My cousin had been my first everything… and now he was the second. I told him the whole story, including how I’d planned to lose my cherry with Diego.
Rodrigo stayed quiet for a few seconds, stroking my hair. Then he spoke, voice low and serious:
— I wanted to be your first… for real. But I would’ve waited until you actually wanted it. Your cousin doesn’t deserve you, Rafaella. You deserve someone who treats you with respect and care.
He paused, pulling me tighter against him, and added:
— And I… would love to date you.
My chest tightened. That was exactly what I’d been hoping to hear from Diego.
— You know I like Diego — I answered, voice low.
He just smiled a little, no jealousy at all.
— I know, but I’m not the jealous type… I just really like you. I want to keep seeing you.
I took a deep breath and just said:
— Ah, better to just let it play out, right?
Rodrigo drove me home. As soon as I got there, the first thing I did was grab my phone and text Felipe, the hot guy from school I’d hooked up with. After we messed around that day, he’d started inviting me over to watch movies at his place.
I looked at the screen, fingers moving fast. Found his name, typed a quick message, and hit send:
“Movie invite still good?”
Sometimes I think I’m such a slut.