0 comments/ 12138 views/ 0 favorites The Memory Vault: Angelie Ch. 01 By: dk519 Angelie stood at a very short 5'0, if her height even reached that high. She had an attraction to her. Hispanic in decent, she was tan with dark hair and eyes. She was slightly heavy for such a short stature, yet curvy and voluptuous. She had a very large chest. Her breasts a sizeable DD and pushing the next size up. Her thighs were thick and her bottom was proportionate with her short and somewhat plump build. She had smooth skin and long hair that was more often curly and didn't lack the use of hairspray. She spoke with a slight accent that was a mixture of foreign and urban. Self-conscious, she often was attired in loosely fit jeans and larger-sized shirts. Even on warmer days, she would normally wear a windbreaker or a hoodie in the public eye so as to not reveal too much of what was beneath. For the most part, she was pleasant in attitude. She was never one to start trouble or get mixed up in it. She didn't have many friends, but those who were her friends were close and trustworthy. It was through one of these friends, that she met Dave, a tall, medium-built guy with long brown hair that just came down past his face. It was parted slightly to one side but even in length all around. It was 1996 after all. Some guys did still sport the Kurt Cobain hairstyle, despite his passing 2 years prior. He had the most beautiful blue eyes that Angelie would be happy to just stare at for minutes at a time. Dave was well-rounded socially. His primary circle was with like-styled individuals who would have hack n sack competitions. However, the circle was not relegated to just that. Mostly white guys and girls, with Angelie being the exception, however styles were diverse. Some enjoyed rap and hip hop music while others were steady listeners of the Top Hits stations on the local radio. Dave preferred hard rock and grunge, like Nirvana. Dave and Angelie knew each other through association, but their interactions were often vague. A "Hello" here and a "What's going on" there. They never engaged in conversations at length, getting to a point that they could get to know each other. Angelie only knew one thing. Dave was a hottie and she liked him. He was nice, not ignorant or stuck up. He was laid back and pretty much got along with anyone who was not ignorant toward him. These were traits that Angelie enjoyed. She never gave him signs that she was attracted to him, but often confided in their mutal friend, Sarah. Angelie was still living with her parents. A 19 year old senior in high school, she has struggled in the public school system, mostly due to a lack of dedication and applying herself enough to just get through school and take the next step in what lies ahead in her life. Dave also lived with his parents. The same went for Sarah. They attended the local Community College. Dave had taken a year off and worked a part-time job at night while he pondered what to do post-high school. Angelie got in trouble at school one day in the spring. She was suspended for 3 days for accumulating too many demerits for lateness. This ultimately just meant she had 3 days off. She was bored and had invited Dave and Sarah over. They both decided to skip classes that day and take her up on her invite. It was a just a friendly hang out. They arrived early, watched movies, stole liquor from Angelie's mom's liquor cabinet. Mid-way in the afternoon, Sarah had left for an hour. Angelie, slightly impaired following a few shots of vodka, had revealed her interest to Dave. Their conversation led to them kissing and making out on the couch. When Sarah returned, she was made a third wheel as Dave and Angelie cuddled together and made out periodically throughout the rest of the afternoon. Upon leaving, Angelie questioned Dave about not giving her a kiss good bye. Sarah waited as Dave returned to the house, as Angelie had wished. After a final, brief make-out session, Dave whispered a suggestion to Angelie that he return tomorrow, without Sarah. Angelie agreed. The next morning, Dave arrived at Angelie's house. It was 8:30am. Angelie's parent's were safely gone for the day. She opened the door to greet him. She was dressed in just sweatpants and a t-shirt. Her hair, normally hardened with hairspray and gel, was pulled back in a loose bun and soft, yet knotty. She hadn't taken the time to do it. In fact, she looked like she rolled out of bed just minutes prior to his arrival. She invited him in and no sooner did she have the door closed behind him, he took her and they were in a deep, passionate kiss. Without the presence of Sarah, his hands did a lot more wandering over her clothes. Angelie was happy that this was the second day in a row they were making out, so she followed suit. They still stood just inside the front door. She put her hands up to his chest and eased him back against it. Dave was tall, standing nearly 6'2, so he was leaning down to engage in this kissing. His hands wandered down to her ass. He took two full palms and grasped tightly. He lifted her up and her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist for support. He was now able to stand up straight. He broke the kiss and started brushing his moist lips gently along her jaw-line and up to her earlobe. He would let his tongue out just slightly as his soft kisses moved from her ear down to the side of her neck. She let out some heavy breaths, almost like sighs. She clung to him tightly, with her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist. His hands remained clamped to her ass, supporting her as he went to work on her neck with his tongue and lips. Her breath quickened as he kept the slow, gentle, but very deliberate teasing going. Her first moan escaped as his mouth reached her collarbone. It was a soft and whispery moan, but a moan nonetheless. He looked up at her. She gazed back into his eyes. She sought a kiss but his head moved to the other side of her face and replicated the path. This time, she breathed in a deep inhale. He looked up at her. She sought a kiss again, but this time, he moved his head downward, starting at her chin. She lay her head back, and his path now went down the bottom of her chin, and down the front of her neck. She lay her head back more, this time, arching her back slightly, and straightening her shoulders, pressing her breasts against his chest. Her eyes closed, she enjoyed the stimulating performance of his lips and tongue. He slowly lowered her to her feet. He took her hand in his and was guiding her to the living room couch. She stopped him abruptly. "Wait." She pleaded. He glanced back at her as the first words of the morning were spoken. "I'm a virgin." She admitted. Dave grinned, not in a cocky way, but more eagerly. "Really?" He asked, somewhat shocked. "Yes." She answered with a faint sadness. "Are you ready for this?" He asked nobly. "I don't know" Dave raised his eyebrows and took her hand in his again. "If you weren't ready, you would have insisted on No." He exclaimed, rather convincingly. He continued to guide her to the couch. This time she followed obediently. She knew he was right. She did want this. Nineteen years old, still in high school, and still a virgin. She wanted this. She wanted him. They stood in front of the couch. He placed his index finger under her chin, guiding her face upward to look at him. He smiled assuringly, and leaned down to kiss her. She took the kiss with overwhelming passion. He traced his fingers along both sides of her hips. He slowly moved them upward, his fingers sliding under her shirt. He continued moving his hands upward taking the shirt with them. One cue, she put her arms in the air and he removed the shirt in one motion. Her breasts were fully exposed. They were large and heaving with her breath. Each breast had large, thick, dark brown nipples that hardened almost immediately, as if soldiers straightening up at the presence of a superior officer. She lowered her face in embarrassment. She's never been revealed to a man before. He took his hand and placed on her jaw. This time, turned her face to his in more of a commanding gesture. "You're beautiful. You have nothing to be shy about." He encouraged. She blinked several times, not knowing how to react. His hand left her jaw and grazed down her neck to her chest. She straightened her back, pushing her breasts forward. "That's better" He said softly. He was so sexy, she thought. That voice is almost hypnotic. He brought his other hand up and simultaneously, grazed the tips of his thumbs along the areola above where her nipples protruded. Her lips quivered at the touch. Her breathing was erratic. She was obviously a bundle of nerves. His thumbs moved over her now exceedingly erect nipples, again, at the same time. She flinched at the initial touch, breathing deeply and her exhales were shaky. He moistened his lips with his tongue, and he lowered his head to her left breast, taking the tip of her nipple, into his mouth. "ohhhhh" she let out a very audible moan. On her right breast, Dave's index finger joined his thumb and now caressed the majority of the protruding nipple in a circular motion. Her knees shook slightly, almost giving out on her. Her eyes were closed tight as Dave suckled the tip of her left nipple, while caressing her right one. Every few moments, he'd apply a pressured squeeze to it. His lips parted and he took the full nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly, deliberately, teasingly. He removed his lips and raised his head. She opened her eyes and he was glaring at her. She didn't recognize the glare but she speculated it was hunger. He released her other nipple and his hands ran down the sides of her body to her waist. His middle fingers hooked under the waist band of her sweats and panties, and began to force them over her hips. He lowered himself a bit as they passed over her thighs, past her knees, and to her ankles. She stepped out of them immediately. He glanced down to look at what was concealed between her legs by the sweats and panties. A full, thick coat of dark pubic hair, hardly trimmed except for the sides, which were shaved completely for the bikini and panties. He smiled as he stood upright. He took her hands, and guided her to sit on the couch. She sat on the edge of the couch, completely nude. She stared up into his face as she reached forward and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. She tugged them down revealing a pair of form-fitting boxer briefs. A rather large bulge stuck out. Her eyes widened briefly. Dave removed his own t-shirt revealing a thin patch of chest and stomach hair. He kicked his shoes off and stepped out of his jeans. He reached down to remove his socks. Angelie's hands remained on the fronts of his thighs. She couldn't pull her stare away from the bulge that was concealed under the form fitters. She slid her hands up and tugged at the waist, taking them off. She looked on as a large, semi-erect penis was revealed. Dave was pretty well-endowed, but not exaggerated. It would be overbearing for a virgin but a healthy size to more experienced women. His pubic hair, very neatly trimmed, but very visible. She reached her hand out and touched it, rubbing an opened hand around the base, before closing her hand in a light grasp. She looked up at him. "It's big. This is going to hurt a lot." She said with a hint of doubt. "All sizes will hurt, Angelie. It's normal." He reassured. She began to slowly stroke her hand up and down the base of his penis. His semi-erection started to go full. Her eyes widened as it grew in front of her eyes. Once at full erection, she was convinced, this would split her open. "I see you're worried. Don't worry. I'll take it easy." She sighed, still not sure. He pulled away and took her by the hands, bringing her to her feet. "It will be okay." He again exclaimed with a tone of reassurance. He took a seat on the couch, still keeping her hands in his. "Straddle me, and guide it in with your hand. Go as slow and easy as you need to." He was so courteous and thoughtful, she thought. She straddled him, and guided the head of the erect penis, into her. It was difficult at first. She winced as the head of erection tightly crossed the threshold of her opening. She was propped up on her knees. Once she was confident it was in, she lowered herself. "Ughhhh". She grunted at the excruciating pain. He was only about 3 inches in. Not even half, as it turns out. Her eyes were shut as tight as ever. She breathed in deeply and lowered herself a little more. "Ah...Ahh...Ughhh" Her hymen had been pushed thru, the stinging sensation, almost unbearable. She opened her eyes a moment. They were watery. Teary. She looked down at him. "You're okay." He stated, as if to stop her from losing motivation. Her breathing was labored. She wasn't sure she could lower herself anymore and actually live to tell about. She reached a hand down and rubbed the bottom half of his shaft that has yet to be inserted. She moved her hand up and rubbed the soreness all around her opening. She took a deep, deep breath, and let herself quickly lower onto his lap, allowing all of him to enter her. "Ahhhhh...Oh Shit." She cried out in a vocal scream. The tears in her eyes ran down her face. She looked at him. He reached both hands up and caressed her cheeks. She felt overwhelming moisture gather between her legs. She reached down again and felt. She looked at her hand. There was a clear wetness with traces of blood. Not as bad as she thought, however. She breathed in deep again and raised herself slightly. The relief of pressure felt great, but she knew it had to be temporary. She lowered herself again onto him. "Fuck!" She screamed as loud as ever. "Take your time. It takes getting used to." Dave exclaimed. She nodded. She raised herself up slightly and lowered herself back down slowly. "Oh God." She grunted through clenched teeth. She raised herself up a few inches, and down. Up a few inches, and down. She was breathing her way through this painful ordeal, but keeping at it at the same time. Her finger nails lightly caressed his chest hair. She began to raise and lower more steadily. Eyes shutting and opening. Face wincing. Knees shaking. Voice grunting. It was starting to not hurt as much as her arousal was providing some relief. He was sliding in and out a little smoother now, as she continued to only raise two inches, and lower back down. Dave placed his hands on her hips and was offering support and guidance. Suddenly, she felt a something that was familiar. It was mix of pressure and heat inside her. She was only familiar with it, because up until this point, it was ever only self-induced. She was about to have an orgasm. Her legs tightened as the feeling rushed on with a sudden urgency, taking her by complete surprise. Her grunts changed into quick but heavy breaths. Slight moans escaped. The rush was full now, and she felt release. "Ohhhhh God. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh." She voiced breathlessly. Her mouth opened, changing back and forth from a half smile to a sigh of relief. With his hands on her hips, he took over and continued her motions. Each raise and lower movement caused a quiver in her body, shaking her, and causing her breasts to sway from side to side. Her body weakened as the feeling of release was subsiding. Dave sat upright. He moved one hand onto the middle of her ass, and used the other as support to help himself up to his feet. She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist. He used his free hand to hook under her leg, moving it up to drape over his shoulder. He was still very deep inside her. She felt the stretch in her thigh from having one up over his shoulder and the other around his waist. "Hold on tight." He commanded. He hooked his other arm under her other leg, draping it over his other shoulder, his hands firmly holding her ass, and his still very hard erection deep in her. Their waists were level, and she had to look up to look him in the eyes. Her legs were level with his head. A position that nearly had her folded in half. He bent his knees slightly to get a more comfortable angle, and slowly slid her up and down onto him. Each time, he would raise her slightly higher, but each time he lowered her, he was all the way inside. The remains of her orgasm started to become visible as it leaked in slow droplets down the length of his penis. The coating made the penetration a little easier to handle. Each thrust was still painful, but he kept the pace moderate. Her eyes were in a daze as she stared up at the man who was taking her virginity. The lowering caused her to moan or yelp in unison with the motion. She was loosening up to accommodate his size. Dave recognized this fact, and for the first time, started to increase the speed in which he guided her body up and down on him. Her moans increased as well with the pace. She began to wince again as her body got used to the change. She was extremely wet and the motion had gone from a tight pressing to a smooth sliding. Her clitoris was pressed against him, rubbing up and down against his abdomen and his trimmed pubic region. It was adding stimulation. Her mind was consumed with just one thought. Dave. She wanted to be doing this with him. She's wanted to do this with him for the better part of three years. Even when she was with a boyfriend, not going very far intimately, she always wanted Dave. A part of her knew, or suspected, that she was saving herself for him. And he was so caring about this. He was mindful to the fact that she was a virgin, and is taking it easy on her. Her dreamy thought went away as the rush feeling returned. She was going to cum again. Dave's movements seemed deliberate. Not just up and down. There was a vast variety in what he was doing. Sometimes, he pushed his hips out further. Sometimes, he tilted her body to the side. Sometimes, he would only go half way, and others, he would almost withdraw completely from her before burying himself back into her. Dave sensed her body tensing again. He held her in place and began thrusting in and out of her slowly, meticulously, at a perfect pace. She felt the heat, followed by the release. "Oh My God....Oh My God." Her moans very loud. He let his arms down a bit, allowing her legs to come down from his shoulders. Her legs fell straight down, but were still a good six or seven inches from touching the floor. He leaned down and their lips met against. He turned around and laid her onto the couch. He pressed her knees apart and knelt between them. "Put it in. I'm going to finish now. You'll be okay. I promise." She was almost worried a little bit following his statement. What did he mean? Nevertheless, she did as she was told and she guided his hard erection into her. He lay down on top of her, keeping himself propped up on his elbows. He pressed his hips forward, filling her completely as his pubic region met hers. She gasped almost breathlessly. He withdrew and quickly plunged into her again. His pubic region smacked into her again. He repeated the motion rather quickly. Her face winced in pain and her legs trying to close uncontrollably. She gritted her teeth with each plunge. The meeting of their bodies was getting louder. Her eyes were shut tight. She bit her bottom lip. She was in agony. He was pounding into her. She gripped whatever part of the couch she could. "Ow...Owww....Ahhhhh. Ooooh." She screamed. He continued to pound into her, harder and harder, faster and faster, fully. He reached his hand up and caressed her cheek. He leaned his head down to kiss her, trying to get her mind off the pain. There was no more taking it easy. He was getting ready to cum, and she realized it. She knew this was part of the deal, and she dealt with it accordingly. The Memory Vault: Angelie Ch. 01 Suddenly, he pulled out of her. He stroked himself two short times and then, he released himself all over her prone, naked body. She was shocked at the amount that had streamed out of him, and onto her. She didn't know how to react at this point. She enjoyed seeing him climax. She knew that he was pleasured and it was with her. She laid still. His body collapsed back, next to her, on the couch. Her legs closed as some soreness still resided between her legs. He took two deep breaths and he stood up. He left the room to collect a towel to wipe her off with. Once semi-clean, he took her by the hand and brought her to her feet. She smiled at the notion that she was no longer a virgin. And she felt comfortable with Dave. He guided her to walk with him and the ascended the stairs and into her bedroom. She knew he arrived at 8:30am. She looked at the clock in her room and it was now nearly 10am. They were still nude and their clothes remained downstairs. He guided her to the bed and lay her down. He knelt on the floor at the foot of her bed and pushed her legs apart. He brought his lips to her still wet and aroused sex and proceeded to perform oral sex on her. Dave and Angelie spent the next 4 hours having sex. He pleasured her orally. She pleasured him orally. He took her from behind. She rode him again. They had sex on her bed, on her floor, even on her dresser. He was strong, but also very mindful that she was very, very new and he made sure not to hurt her. They took very few, brief pauses in their love-making. She was surprised he was able to stay aroused the entire time. And when she doubted she could maintain it, he made sure to take care of her and get her turned on again, and again. She experienced several more orgasms and he had released himself three more times as well. They were both very sweaty and exhausted when 2pm came around and it was time for him to leave. They dressed and she walked him to the door. He kissed her again. "You're suspended for tomorrow too, right?" He asked, though it was more like he was insisting. "Yes" she responded with a smile. "Good. I'll be back in the morning." He smiled and kissed her one more time. He turned and walked away from her property. She watched him until he was out of view, before closing the door. The Memory Vault: Angelie Ch. 02 Angelie stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom. She was completely nude. It was almost 8:30am, and Dave would soon be here. Her hair was, once again, pulled loosely back in a half ponytail. She lifted her large breasts briefly and let them fall. They bounced a moment and then settled. She patted her stomach and shook her head, almost in disgust. She turned to her side and smacked her thighs and her ass. Her expression was that of someone who just gulped lime juice. She wasn't sure if she liked what she saw in the mirror, but the words of Dave from the previous day was still fresh in her mind. "You're beautiful. You have nothing to be shy about." That's what he said. And if he liked what she was looking at in the mirror, then she shouldn't worry about it. She reached over and took a dark green robe off a hook on her bedroom door, covering her nudity. She didn't bother putting anything else on. If yesterday was any indication, he'd have her out of that robe in minutes. Why make it difficult? No sense in putting on clothes if she was just going to be taken out of them anyway. She welcomed the idea that they would have sex again. She was not sad at the fact that she lost her virginity to Dave. She had liked him a lot, and for quite a while. She was happy that he was her first. The doorbell rang and she limped out of her room. She was incredibly sore between her legs and it was somewhat difficult to walk. She fought through it though. She had to. Dave certainly intended on having more sex with her today. She achingly made her way downstairs and gave it her greatest effort to just walk normally and not show any signs of her pain. She opened the door, wearing just her dark green robe. She smiled and greeted Dave, inviting him in. He leaned down and kissed her very nicely on the lips. "Did you sleep good last night?" He asked. "I did." She responded. Despite her pain, she wasn't lying at all with that statement. She fell asleep shortly after dinner and slept through the night, like a log. He leaned down and kissed her again, this time, a more passionate kiss. Their tongues embraced as their opened mouths connected. The kiss wasn't long, but didn't lack the intensity of their first couple of make-outs. He broke the kiss smoothly and removed his light jacket. "Want something to drink?" She offered. "Water would be great." He accepted. She went into the kitchen and he took a seat on the couch. Things weren't going as she expected. They had spent at least an hour just sitting on the couch, talking and laughing. She put on a movie and they cuddled up and watched it. Half way through the movie, he laid his head down on her lap, sprawling the length of the couch and she ran her fingers through his hair. She thought how nice this was. It was sort of like, they were dating, or even better, they were a couple. Were they a couple? Nothing like that had been discussed. It was never even brought up. Nothing was established. She shouldn't get ahead of herself. If she's too pushy, then it might ruin it. However, now that she pondered on it a bit, she wasn't really looking to just be a piece of ass for his leisure. Now wasn't the time though. This was really nice just sitting here, enjoying each other's company, and whatever happens from here, happens. It was just a matter of time and now, it started to happen. The movie was nearing the end. He looked up at her and smiled. She smiled back. She leaned down and they started an intensely passionate kiss. She cooed as their tongues embraced again. He reached his hands up and caressed either side of her face. He reached a hand up and removed the loose hair tie, allowing her messy hair to fall freely over they're connected faces. With one hand, he grabbed her hair and their lips broke from each other's as he pulled her head back. He turned his body to its side, facing her. He began to kiss the inside of her thighs. She immediately sucked in a hard breath and her legs parted immediately. Using the tip of his tongue, he traced up and down her inner thighs. She closed her eyes and kept her breathing steady. With one hand, he untied the loose sash of her robe and it opened, exposing most of her front. He slid off the couch and positioned himself between her parted legs. His hands reached behind her knees and he pulled her forward so she was now sitting on the edge of the couch. She lay back, pushing her hips forward as he pushed her legs wide apart. He admired the thick and expansive bush of curly, jet-black pubic hair. She kept her eyes closed as his mouth made a beeline for her clitoris. His tongue touched first, meeting the folds of her sex. The tip, moistening each side as it worked through and found her clitoris. He pressed his tongue flat against her and delivered a long, upward lick. He brought it down in the same motion, as if in reverse. His tongue began to flick at her clitoris, snake-like in motion. He brought a hand around and massaged her clitoris with his thumb while his tongue worked above, below, and all around it. He moved his thumb up and down, alternating in circles and direction, sometimes grazing it and sometimes pushing with pressure. His tongue worked from all around the clitoris, down to her opening, and returning. Her breathe was getting shallow. She was immensely aroused despite the soreness which was very much still there. His thumb pressed harder and circled faster. He inserted his tongue inside of her, probing in and out, coating it with her arousal. She felt his hot breath all over her and it was erotic. She slowly moved her hips up as his head moved forward and back, making love to her with his tongue. She felt the rush start. She was getting ready to cum. Dave sensed this and massaged her clit furiously with his thumb. Her legs tensed up and as quickly as it started to build, it happened and she was moaning, almost in a whiney tone, as she came. Dave stood up and brought her to her feet. He removed the robe and tossed it on the floor. Angelie, deciding to show equal eagerness and aggression, pulled his shirt up and tippy-toed to pull it over his head and off. She gripped the waist of his sweats and yanked them down. To her surprise, he was wearing nothing under them. His quickly hardening penis was freed and swaying from side to side. He turned her around with insistence and nudged her to the edge of the couch, bending her over the side of it. She attempted to brace herself with her arms but that wasn't going to work. Her breasts and everything above hung over the side of the couch while her stomach was pushed onto it. She didn't know what to do with her arms so she let them hang lazily in front of her. That was, until Dave gripped her wrists and pulled her arms back so they were at her sides. He freed one momentarily so he could guide himself into her. Once the head of his full erection penetrated, he grabbed her other arm again. Angelie's head and breasts were hanging over the couch and out of view. Dave brought a leg up and nudged her leg outward, spreading her more. Her ass was propped up in this position, and then it began. Dave pushed himself deep into her and withdrew quickly. He pressed into her again, very slowly and deliberately, then withdrew quickly again. He was going slowly in, and quickly out. Each insertion seemingly taking forever, then, he would be out very suddenly. After a few moments, which seemed like several minutes, he started to thrust into her, his pace moderate. She was incredibly wet, almost, overly wet. Each insertion made an audible sound almost like a splashing or sloshing sound. A thought rushed into her mind. There was something different today. He wasn't taking it easy on her. In her position, he was unable to see her face, but she was wincing in agony at each thrust. Tears were welling in her eyes. Her arousal wasn't helping ease the pain today. She shifted her legs. She attempted to turn her hips. Nothing was working. He was penetrating her in an almost brutal nature. She clenched her teeth and made tight fists with her hands. She closed her eyes tight and breathed through quivering lips. Her hair hung over her face. Her breasts were jerking forward with each thrust and then retreating into a slam against the couch's side. She did all she could to not just break out into a sob. He started to increase the strength in which he thrust into her. This made the feeling worse. She did all she could to not concentrate on the pain. Other thoughts did flicker in her mind's eye. The feeling of being restrained like this was every bit as erotic as rumors have suggested. She also knew that, behind her was Dave, a hot guy that she liked and that liked her, and he was experiencing pleasure because of her. It was difficult to block the pain. However despite it she felt the familiar rush of an oncoming orgasm. Dave surely sensed it as well because he kept his pace quick. The release came and she screamed an exotic moan that seemed to travel straight to the floor. He pulled out and also released, streaming semen on her lower back and her ass. She gasped at the full withdraw, as it was very relieving. He helped her up to her feet. She looked at him, streams from where tears fell from her eyes, were outlined in her cheeks. Her lips continued to quiver. "I know you must be really sore. If at any time you can't take it anymore, just say 'Mercy'" "Mercy?" she asked. She found this peculiar. She felt as if he was telling her she had to beg him not to make her suffer. Nevertheless, she nodded. He took her hand in hers and they made their way upstairs to her room. He noticed her legs parted and the limp in her step as she walked. After two steps, he scooped her into his arms and carried her up the remaining steps and into her room. He lay her on the bed. It was nearly 12:30pm. "I'll be right back." He exclaimed and left the room. She was exhausted. She rubbed herself and winced at how tender and irritated she was between her legs. Mercy she thought. Would saying mercy make her a coward? She didn't want to seem like she was giving up. She didn't want him to think she couldn't handle it. The pain was becoming difficult to deal with, though. Perhaps she wasn't up to handling this. And where did he go? What was he doing? She heard footsteps go down the stairs a few minutes ago and now they were coming back up. Dave returned with a glass of water and some apple slices. She looked on, confused. He sat near her head, lifting it and lowering it onto his lap. "Here, eat and drink this. You've got to be starving." He said. She couldn't believe it. She was just wondering if they were going to do lunch or something. He fed her the apple slices from his hand. She devoured them. She leaned up slightly, propping herself up on her elbows and drank the water down. He took the glass from her and placed it aside. He stood up and laid her back down again. "Remember, just say Mercy if it's too much for you." He reminded her. He positioned himself between her legs. He pushed them up and back, spreading them apart, evening her feet with her shoulders. He quickly mounted her and guided himself easily into her opening. He took her arms and put them above her head, restraining her wrists with his left hand. With his right, he gripped her hair tightly at her forehead pressing firmly into the bed, completely immobilizing her. With his shoulders and chest, she kept her legs in place, parallel with her body. Her breasts were mashed together and with one hard, swift, and merciless motion, he slammed his hips down. His pubic region crashed into the bottom of her ass and he was buried deep inside of her. "Ahhhhh....Fuck." She yelled. He smirked at her as she looked at him, almost angrily. He raised and lowered his hips slowly, deeply penetrating her again, though not as rough. He did again, and again, and again. It was a very slow and deliberate pace. She closed her eyes. "Open your eyes, and look at me." He commanded. This took her by surprise. How controlling was this guy? She did as she was told, and opened her eyes and stared at him, wincing and gritting her teeth with each slow, torturous stroke. He humped her so steadily, not breaking off the rhythm even the slightest. He went as deep as he could go, and withdrew almost completely out of her. He did this over and over. She was accepting his full length. His pubic region met her ass with each plunge creating a clapping sound. She closed her eyes again. "Open them." He commanded much more forcefully this time, almost yelling at her. He tightened his grip on her air and pressed her harder into the bed. "Okay, okay." She protested in a struggled, breathless voice. He smirked at this response, but she had a feeling he wasn't exactly happy with it. He increased the speed of his thrusts from slow to just a notch above moderate. "Ohhhh....Ohhhh God...Mer.." She stopped herself. She wouldn't say it. Not yet. She can handle this. Saying mercy wouldn't please him and right now, that didn't seem like an option. "All you have to do is say it." He reminded her. "Ohhh....Oh God Dave." He started to go just a little faster now. Not really harder though. "How does it feel, Angelie?" He asked. "So...so good Dave. So Good. You feel so fucking good." She responded in as sexy a way as she could muster. "How does it feel having the virginity fucked out of you?" He said, his tone very demeaning. She was shocked at his question. So shocked she couldn't utter a response. He thrust a little faster now, and harder. The clapping sounds of their lower halves meeting started to get loud, as did her moans. "Ohhhhhhh.....Ohhhhhhhh....Ahhh....Ohhhhhh" "Your virginity is gone." He continued to antagonize. "I fucked it completely out of you and now, it's a distant memory." She couldn't understand the humiliation tactic he was laying on. And it was exactly that, humiliating, and degrading. She only responded by staring at him, as she was instructed to do, and moaning louder, wincing with every thrust. "Ohhhh....uhhhhhh" she grunted, staring into his eyes. The look on her face almost pathetic. The pain was too much now. She tried everything she could to keep up with him, but it was too much. The look on her face almost pleading with him to ease up on her. It felt great, and horrible all the same. "Mercy!" she yelped. He stopped suddenly. "Mercy?" he asked to make sure she was certain. "Yes. Mercy. Please." She begged. "Okay. You cum for me once more and you shall have your mercy." Her eyes widened at this. "We'll end this with fireworks." She didn't know exactly what that meant, but she was close to orgasm already, so she knew mercy was not far off. He pressed his shoulders forward, forcing her legs into the bed, her feet next to her face. He leaned down and kissed her lightly. As their mouths opened for a passionate embrace, he changed course and took her bottom lip into his mouth, sucking it. Her mouth opened slightly more. This was hot as hell. Suddenly, she felt a twinge as he bit down on her lip, then quickly releasing it, sucking it soothingly. He began to pound into her. All remorse was gone. "Ahhhh...Ohhhhhhhhhh Shit." She was accepting it, handling it, though she didn't know how it was possible. It hurt so much, but felt so good at the same time. She was so wet now. There were literally drips coming out, running down her ass as well as his erection. Each thrust almost created a splash. She shuttered each time he bit her lip, and relaxed when he suckled the pain away. The rush was swiftly approaching. He bit down one more time, though not nearly as hard, and kept her lip within his teeth. He pounded her so hard she thought the bed was going to crash straight through the floor and they would fall to the lower level. Or at the very least, the bed would break. She no longer cared. The orgasm was here and it came on so fast that her entire body convulsed. He didn't slow, not a bit. She shuttered and tried to close her legs but it was no use. He had her pinned and mounted, completely immobile. His body bounced on hers and they're bodies were literally lifting off the mattress and in the air. Suddenly he stopped, keeping himself deep in her. He slid his knees closer to together, allowing her ass to raise a little. Now, with just the thrusting of his hips, he slammed in and out of her quickly. His erection hardened as the blood rushed in. He pulled out. Instead of straightening up and releasing onto her, he let go of her hair and wrists. He slid forward resting himself on her thighs. The force pushed her legs further into the bed. He positioned his thighs along her sides. With his left hand, took a firm grip of her jaw. With the right, he stroked his erection lightly. "Open your mouth." He commanded. She did without protest. He directed his penis to the edge of her mouth and released two huge streams of semen into her mouth. He pulled his penis back slightly, allowing two more streams to shoot onto her face. "Swallow" He demanded. She closed her mouth and swallowed it down. It wasn't a taste she would consider pleasant in anyway. He reached his right hand around and smacked her hard on her ass, like a jockey to a racehorse. The slap jolted her. He released her jaw and with his index finger, guided the streams of semen on her face down and into her mouth. She licked it off her lips and sucked it off his finger. He reached around and spanked her again. A third time, and a fourth time. Even a fifth time. The position quickly got too uncomfortable. She struggled under the restraint of his body. He reached around and spanked four more times, each one harder than the last, and all on the same ass cheek. She exhaled deeply following each gasp that reacted with each spank. "And now, mercy". He antagonized. He slid downward, ever so slowly, torturing her completely by taking forever. His semi-erect penis grazed along her sex. Her body jolted as the sensitivity was too much to bear. Finally, he was off her. He used one hand to keep her legs in place. He raised his other hand and slapped down very hard and punishing onto the same stinging ass cheek. "Ah shit." She let out in a yell. He released her legs. She lowered and straightened her legs. Fireworks indeed, she thought. That was a very climatic ending. She couldn't move. She was exhausted, sore, and was ready to fall fast asleep. He caressed her face gently and smiled. She returned the sincerity. He leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. He retreated but she reached up and grabbed him around the neck, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. It was eager and she kept the kiss going deeper, and deeper, pulling him into her as their tongues tangled within their open, connected mouths. The kiss ended. She glanced down and saw he was fully aroused again. Her eyes widened as she knew she couldn't possibly accept anymore. Still, she reached a hand out, and caressed him. She leaned up and placed gentle kisses along the base of his erection. She glanced over at the clock. It wasn't 2 o'clock yet. She looked at him and saw the eager look in his eyes. She took a deep breath and pulled him on top of her, wrapping her legs around his lower back. They engaged in another deep kiss as he lowered his hips, entering her easily, smoothly, and without the guidance of a hand. Angelie returned to school the next day. The suspension was over. Dave also returned to classes at the community college. They had tried to meet up a few times for hook ups, but the opportunity to have sex was no longer available. They both lived with their parents and they weren't old enough, nor could they afford a hotel. She performed oral sex on him the last time they met. It was in a dark wooded area. It was nothing anyone would consider respectable. A relationship never developed. They would see each other in passing once in a while but the hook ups stopped and the conversations returned to vague, and shortly after that, there was hardly a hello. They inevitably lost contact, and never spoke again.