Holy shit! Is all I can say here. This is ridiculously, needlessly, and unrealistically loooong. Nearly 10k words long. And I realized between this chapter and the last, I wrote over 15k words detailing these two getting it on. (And I wonder why I have no life. Haha)
Thanks to Idcam for the review. This one is for you, as I know you have been waiting. ;) I just hope it's ok. I really struggled through these scenes as I have not been feeling it for some reason, and they don't really seem up to par. So sorry if it's not great. :/
*WARNINGS*: Ridiculously long read. Sexual content involving an older man and a "minor."
The goliath's hands and mouth blazed fiery paths as he leisurely descended her tiny frame. Grasping her waist, he shifted her body to the right a couple of inches, positioning her further towards the center of the large bed. Head resting on a plush pillow, she gazed down at him with bated breath, her eyes never leaving his mammoth form. His head nearing her sex, Kevin slowly guided her slender legs open as he settled himself between them.
Kevin stared at the velvety, pink flesh that gleamed with her juices and drew in her tantalizingly, sweet scent. She was so entrancing. He was almost dizzy with lust and he hadn't even tasted her yet. He kissed her inner thigh as he traveled closer to her core. His goatee lightly scoured the supple flesh, as his teeth grazed and nipped at it. Blowing gently at her center, he solicited subdued moans from the girl as she shivered and her eyes fluttered shut.
The giant waited for her eyes to open again. As he pierced her with his gaze, his tongue penetrated her dripping folds, lazily dragging the length of her delectable little cunt. Gripping her thighs, Kevin groaned audibly as her juices collected on his tongue. A tiny noise that was partially a stunned gasp mingled with a decadent cry erupted from her throat as her hips shot off the bed.
With an amused grin on his face, Kevin's enormous hand overlaid the small expanse of her hips as he pinned her in place in order for her to receive every ounce of pleasure he intended to provide. He probed at her wet slit, infiltrating her delicate petals once again. Fuck, she tasted incredible. So sweet, so innocent. He could easily become intoxicated by her essence. His tongue pressed flat, he gave a series of prolonged licks to her sopping folds. Which was succeeded by the tip of his tongue prodding at her sensitive clit, darting over the excited bundle of nerves. The girl shuddered with the contact of each stroke and teensy mewling sounds escaped her clenched lips.
Heather's eyes alternated between incredulously studying his actions and drifting shut. As did her mind alternate between revulsion and ecstasy. It was unequivocally vulgar; this act he was performing towards her. Dually, she could scarcely prevent her body from responding so needily to his lewd ministration. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. His mouth and his tongue were like a lightning rod, conducting bolts of electricity straight through her defenseless body, no matter how adamantly she resisted.
As his tongue swirled around the inflated nub and he began to suck gently on it, Heather felt herself slipping deeper beneath the indulgent spell he was casting. She was gradually losing herself to the pleasure as her lips parted slightly. Muted whimpering escaped her mouth as she slowly squirmed under his torment. While she lingered below his sweet torture, her physical response increased as her vocalization became progressively audible.
With Kevin continuing his onslaught to her center, Heather's muffled whimpers were soon giving way to unrestrained cries. The sound of her high-pitched wails, spurred the giant on until they were, unfortunately, becoming much too uninhibited.
Grudgingly, Kevin tore his mouth from the sweet pussy that he was feasting on with desperate hunger. Lifting his head, he brought a finger to his lips. "Shhh. You gotta be more quiet, Little One," he spoke in a whisper as if setting the example.
His lips stretched into a smirk when he replayed the words inside his head. Words he never dreamed he'd have to say to her. He could hardly fathom it really. Here was this shy, mousy little girl who was so painfully soft-spoken, her speech was barely audible most times, yet there she was beneath him, moaning like a Goddamn pornstar. Unlike those phony broads though, he knew there was absolutely nothing fake about this girl. She couldn't be if she tried and she was feeding his ego to dangerous levels.
At first, Heather stared down at him in frustrated bewilderment at the loss of his attention. She swallowed hard as her countenance flared a vivid red. She mumbled inaudibly, "I'm s-sorry. It's s-simple, it f-feels soo…" Disheartened and humiliated, her voice trailed off as she turned away, eyes glazed with the threat of tears.
Kevin frowned at her solemn reaction. "No need to be ashamed Little One," he told her as his hand stroked idly over her inner thigh. "You sound so incredibly sexy to me. But we don't wanna get caught, do we?"
Drawing her focus back to him, Heather's pupils were blown wide at the thought of being discovered. She shook her head and struggled not to tremble in fear.
Kevin sensed her unease, regretting even making mention of it. Although, it was a very palpable prospect. "It's okay. Everything's fine," he cooed reassuringly. He bent his head again, kissing her outer labia. "Love kissing your lips," he quipped before delving back into her hot folds.
The bashful girl jolted as the contact returned to her impatient flesh. She bit her lip even though she now felt too imprudent to expel such indecorous sounds. Heather wasn't wholly convinced that Kevin didn't find her to be utterly uncouth.
Nevertheless, she was finding her constraint to be ever weakening the more he protracted his torture. His every action seemed determined to simultaneously torment and delight her. Along with them, was an unknown pressure building within her, bubbling and gurgling beneath her stoic veneer. It was as if she were giving chase after some foreign and unshakable necessity that was rapidly taking root deep within. As frantic as her desire to chase that sensation was, there was equal desperation to run in the opposite direction. The sensation was scorching and fiery and she knew it threatened to consume her entirely if she allowed herself to combust. Heather squirmed and shuddered, hips rocking against his mouth. Her whimpers and moans were scarcely contained if not for her teeth sinking into her bottom lip like sharp fangs.
It was too great, too intense. Her entire being was about to fracture and she wasn't going to survive the assault. Propping up on her elbows she hauled herself away from his torturous embrace. Scrunching against the wall, she gasped for breath, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
Kevin blinked, momentarily bewildered by her withdrawal. His eyes traveled to the head of the bed, his gaze falling upon her in an almost predatory fashion as a licentious smirk painted his lips.
"Oh, no, no, no," he growled as his enormous hands hooked her thighs, dragging her back to him.
Heather released a tiny yelp that he ignored as he latched onto her abused clit. One hand over her mouth, the other shot down between her legs. For an instant, it appeared she was intent on shoving his head away, but her slender fingers entangled themselves within his long, thick mane. He sucked the swollen nub unforgivingly as his mouth ground against her pubic bone. His forearms were wrapped around her legs like steel bands and he could feel them beginning to quake within his embrace. Her writhing body coupled with her muffled cries indicated that she was extremely close and he was hellbent on driving an orgasm through her.
It was hot, so very hot. Every inch of Heather's body was blisteringly hot and it felt as if there was a fire pooling inside her lower abdominals. Insnared in the behemoth's clutches, she couldn't escape him, even if she had wanted to. And yet, a fraction of her desired to run headlong into the raging inferno as her hips bucked against his ravenous mouth, his blonde locks twisting further around her fingers. And then, she suddenly burst into flames.
The blazes ripped through her, dismantling what minute control she had over her faculties. Her body seized before her back arched off of the bed while her head snapped backward. Yanking her hand from Kevin's hair and bringing a few golden strands along as she did, her hands clamped over her mouth, as she did her best to stifle the scream that tore from her throat. Her tiny frame racked with violent convulsions and she shattered into a million pieces as the tears sprang forth from her eyes.
Kevin grunted his approval against her cunt before he pulled back to observe her, mesmerized by the sight. Substituting a pair of lanky digits, he stroked the overstimulated bundle of nerves as she rode out her orgasm. The goliath wasn't sure if he had ever seen anything so beautiful. She certainly made for a stunning display as she thrashed about, legs quaking and tears streaming down her lovely visage.
Eventually, Heather was floating down from her high, but still drifting in euphoria. Her shrieks faded to faint mewling sounds, and her spasms tapered off as she brought her forearm to rest over her weeping eyes and she was rendered limp. Her chest heaved with the uneven cadence of her breath.
Kevin let out a rumbling chuckle as he watched her in amusement for a few moments. Had she thrown the back of her hand against her forehead instead, she would have looked like one of those old Hollywood starlets. Who was to say that she didn't have a flair for the dramatic when she felt so inclined?
Dropping his head, he greedily lapped at the sweet nectar flowing from her overly sensitive pussy before leaving an open mouth kiss on her tender clit causing her to jolt and yelp. "Beautiful. Just fucking gorgeous," Kevin mused in a low timbre and he used his hand to wipe away her excess juices from his mouth and chin.
He maneuvered his gargantuan form up the bed, hovering over her tiny frame. His fingers wrapped around her skinny forearm and gently peeled it away from her face. Her sparkling emeralds opened sluggishly to stare up at him in a dreamy haze. He captured her mouth in a passion-laced kiss and for a moment, she was reeling. Met by an odd and unfamiliar essence lingering on his lips, Heather's initial response was to force her head back into the pillow. It wasn't a wholly unpleasant flavor, but it did take her by surprise. Therefore, it somewhat startled her.
That's right, Little One. That's you. That's how fucking good you taste, Kevin informed her inside his head. His thoughts caused him to nearly lose it, especially after he felt her go lax underneath him and she wrapped her arms tentatively around his neck. He groaned against her as he deepened the kiss.
He knew he should stop. That was enough. More than enough, by far. He had given her everything she needed for now. He told himself that she wasn't ready for more, despite his straining cock begging to take her.
Heather's lips parted slightly and her tongue timidly poked out from between them. Instantly forgetting his former thoughts, he obliged her without another moment passing, engaging her shy tongue with his own. Moaning softly, she opened up to him more fully as their tongues danced and gently tangled around one another's.
Kevin broke away first, sucking deep breaths into his lungs. "Christ, Little One," he murmured, panting. He had bragged conceitedly about leaving her breathless, but he hadn't anticipated that she could have the same effect over him.
His Little One surprised him when she spoke in her soft, muted voice, "That was, quite the…um…demonstration you had given me earlier." She averted her gaze and her countenance glowed with that telltale crimson blush.
Just as he was humbling himself, there she went, feeding his ego. "It was, wasn't it?" he grinned smugly as he flipped his long hair out of his face. Stubbornly, it fell down again and his massive form seized unexpectantly when she reached up, and gingerly pushed it back with her nimble fingers.
She beamed timorously. "You have beautiful hair," she murmured kindly.
"I know," he quipped haughtily, although he was caught off guard by her praise. Stop it, the voice in his head demanded. Granted, he wasn't certain whether it was speaking to her or himself.
She only stared up at him with her large doe eyes, silently asking for his lips to return to hers. They reconnected affectionately, sighing at the mutually needed contact. Slipping deeper into one another, they were soon lost to everything but each other. Time seemed to have no concept as their tongues lazily played together with shudder-inducing caresses.
Kevin did his best to keep his carnal lust buried at the back of his mind. It was driving his patience to the brink, but this was what she needed right now. More importantly, she was opening up to him. He couldn't afford to do anything that would have her withdrawing from him yet again. He had to deliver just the right amount of candor and subtlety.
Heather clung to him, drawing herself in tight. She didn't know how much longer she could go on under this sweet torture when she felt that throbbing ache down below making its return to plague her. This time, however, she was aware of exactly why, and it began rooting in her a great yearning as she canted her hips upwards. She pressed against his mouth as she tightened her grip around his neck. Releasing tiny whimpers, she rocked her hips as desperation was taking hold. Fear surge through her for a moment when she realized that she was in dire need of something greater than he had provided her previously.
Her disposition didn't go unnoticed by Kevin, who was striving to keep himself collected as their kisses became more heated once again. He palmed her small breast as she undulated against him, seeking some form of friction. He slowly pulled away as his teeth gently tugged at her bottom lip rendering her whining and shivering.
"What is it, Little One? What's wrong?" he asked her in a soothing and patient inflection as he met her gaze.
"I just…It's th-that…" Heather wasn't certain whether she was of sound mind – or whether she even possessed the courage – to express her yearning and desperation as she stared up at him with a glassy reflection in her eyes. "I…n-need you," she whispered inaudibly, her face flaring with bashfulness. "I need you," she repeated as her voice lilted with urgency.
The goliath's cock lurched as he released an involuntary rumble. He then gave a chuckle in spite of himself. A smug grin appeared as he attempted to reign in the lust that was surging like a storm inside of him. She certainly had him. He was so drunk on just a simple touch, he would do just about anything she asked of him at this point. "How do you need me, Little One?" he asked as the tip of his cock, still clad in his boxers, pressed against her quivering pussy. The next inquiry was blurted out before he had a moment to contemplate his words, "Need me deep inside you? Making you feel so good, so full with my cock?" As he spoke, the length of his shaft sawed back and forth over her dripping cunt, creating a large damp spot on the front of his boxers from her wetness, not to mention his own leaking cock. The room resonated with the melding of her mellifluous keens and his sonorous growls, the level of their voices a fleeting afterthought.
Heather appeared to have paid no mind to his crude and vulgar language or at least didn't attempt to indicate that she was perturbed by it at this point. As she huddled to him with all her might, she buried her face in the crook of his neck. Kevin could feel her damp lashes against his skin as she nodded her head. "Y-yes," she squeaked in barely more than a whisper.
This time it was Kevin's heart that pitched in his chest. His colossal form froze momentarily as he inhaled sharply. This gorgeous little thing truly wanted him to be her first? Of course, he had already been her first in several ways. He was her first kiss and he had just given her her first sexual experience as he pleasured her orally. In his heart (and the irrational portion of his brain) it only made sense that he should claim her fully as his. Regardless, he was dumbfounded by her response. Was this innocent and demure girl really asking him to make a woman out of her? He had to be delirious, perhaps deranged.
Kevin caressed her pink-tinted cheek. "Are you sure, Little One?" he asked in a lulling voice as he lowered his forehead to hers again. "I'll stop whenever you want. But we can't take it back once we do this."
"Yes," Heather before swallowing hard. "I…I n-need you s-so much," she quavered as she strained to hold back her tears, emotion surging in her chest.
Just hearing her utter those words had Kevin on the verge of erupting. He figured he'd better get to it, otherwise, it would be all over and he wasn't about to humiliate himself like some jabroni. "I'm going to take good care of you, okay, Little One?" the goliath susurrated as he lifted her chin to look at him. "So precious," he crooned before kissing her deeply.
As pent up as he was, he knew he needed to put her at ease. He had forgone getting laid for months now, something he didn't think was humanly possible for him. He only prayed he would be capable of employing restraint where it was required. Sexual frustration couldn't even begin to define what he had been experiencing the past few months. And like rubbing salt into a wound, this little one was too fucking hot.
Kevin slowly broke the kiss. Hearing her whimper in protest gave him a faint grin. "Just a minute, okay?" he breathed as he retreated loutishly from the bed.
He went to his duffle bag sitting on the floor near the bed and rummaged through it for a few moments. Having hastily procured what he was seeking within seconds, Kevin turned and grudgingly tossed it onto the nightstand beside the bed. It felt completely fucking unnecessary considering that she was a clean virgin. Still, he absolutely couldn't risk impregnating her, and truth be told, he didn't trust his pull-out game at present. He was also positive that she wasn't on any type of contraceptive. Fuck that would make things too easy, as he wanted to be as connected to her as possible. This would have to do for now. As long as he could give her what she needed.
Heather had shifted onto her side to observe him and propped herself up on her elbow. She studied the small, square package once it landed rather unceremoniously on the bedside table. Staring at it, the reality of what was about to occur began bearing down on her as her heart thudded against her ribcage. She thought for a brief moment, perhaps she should retract her adamant declaration.
The low, rumbling of Kevin gently clearing his throat brought her attention to him as he stood a few feet from the bed. Her breath hitched as her large doe eye swept meticulously over his hulking figure. She took in his broad shoulders and brawny arms along with his firm chest and taut abdomen. She was particularly mesmerized by the way his blonde hair cascaded over his shoulders. Perhaps there is a validity to that outlandish moniker, after all, she thought blushingly, stunned by her own lecherous musings. Then her eyes fell upon the faint scaring of his knee, the result from a multitude of surgeries, difficult to see in the dim light. Heather's face dropped a little, but she was promptly yanked from her thoughts when the giant spoke to her.
"You ready for me, Little One?" he droned as he gripped the waistband of his boxer briefs. Heather merely stared up at him in silence as he pulled them down and let them drop to the floor. His impressive and intimidating manhood sprang forth as he stepped out of them.
A vague squeal caught in the girl's throat as her eyes were blown as wide as tea saucers. Her stare fixed on him, Heather observed him with equal fascination and fright. She gazed timorously upon the turgid appendage standing proudly against his stomach. It almost looked angry with its protruding veins and engorged purplish head. And the sheer enormity of it…Granted she knew of no other paradigm to measure it against. However, it most certainly did not appear in such a manner within any anatomy book she had ever studied.
Well, she hadn't bolted from the room yet, so Kevin took that as perhaps a good sign. But her reaction was almost impossible to gauge. Christ, say something. Don't just leave me standing here like a damn stooge, he implored her inside his head. Nevertheless, he smirked down at her in his typical flippant manner.
Her eyes were still transfixed on his endowment when a tiny squeak leaked out. Finding her voice, she inquired hesitantly, "Is that...n-normal?"
The behemoth's brows creased as he stared down at her with a feigned glower. "Of course it's normal! What, does it look funny or something?" he boomed in an oddly hushed voice. His inflection gave the young girl a terrible jolt. Gawking up at him, her eyes widened in surprise as her already pale countenance blanched. Biting her lip, she vehemently shook her head. Kevin produced a light chuckle, amused by her response and his harsh features instantly softened. "It's gonna make you feel so good, Little One," he informed her in a husky tone. The young girl continued to gape at him wordlessly. When he reached down to lewdly stroke himself, the color promptly bloomed in her cheeks once more and she averted her gaze as a strangled noise was emitted from her throat.
The giant sauntered the couple paces to stand beside the bed. One hand still on his dick, he lifted her chin towards him. "Are you okay, Little One?" he asked in a soothing tone. "Am I too hideous? Should I put my clothes back on?" He grinned slightly. She shook her head but dropped her gaze again, looking agonizingly apprehensive. "You know, firsthand experience can make things seem less frightening," He stated in a calming voice as he kneeled back on the bed.
Turning her body, Heather shifted her weight to the opposite elbow as she peered up at him with equal curiosity and uncertainty in her emerald eyes.
Kevin gingerly took hold of the wrist on her free hand. "Here," he began in a smooth baritone, as he carefully pressed her palm flush against his lower abdomen. "You can touch me too if you want." Holding lax to her wrist, he guided her tiny hand tentatively downwards. He let out a deep sigh while she gasped softly as her slender fingers trailed over the trunk leading to the base of his imposing manhood. With a barely restrained groan, he wrapped her hand slackly around his aching cock and he released her wrist, pulling his hand away.
Heather glanced up at Kevin with hesitation and then at the large, unnerving member encircled by her fingers. The ingenuous girl balked incredulously at the very idea that she was clasping male genitalia in her hand! Stunned and immobilized, her visage ignited with a fiery burst of red. As she held it in her dainty grasp, she was bewildered by what action she should take, if any. For a moment, she ruminated over how smooth the flesh felt against her palm and fingertips. Unfortunately, those musings were not aiding her in her course, therefore she forced them aside. With the goliath's piercing eyes boring into her, a small, anguished mewl erupted from her mouth.
Grumbling in torment, Kevin gazed down at her as she held his cock limply in her hand. She hadn't recoiled from him, but she didn't react either. She simply held him there and briefly peered up at him as if gripped by fear and mortification. He struggled not to rut into her hand as he knew that would likely alarm her. Shaking his head, he chided himself. He couldn't expect her to take the initiative to explore his body as dauntingly bashful and unversed as she was.
Nevertheless, he tried urging her on verbally as he instructed her in a soothing voice, "Hey Sweetness, you can hold him a little tighter if you want. Just not-" As if on cue, her tiny hand squashed his dick as though she were trying to strangle the life out of a python. "Too tight!" he croaked in braying agony as he hunched over, feeling as if his balls had retreated into his throat.
Jarred by his outburst, Heather ejected a stunned gasp and immediately released him, yanking her hand away and clasping it over her mouth. "I-I'm s-sorry! I h-haven't…" she cried out, but there was no reason to continue as they were both well aware that she was completely untried at this. Shuddering with humiliation, her eyes brimmed with tears as she battled the urge to flee from the room.
"I know. It's okay, Little One," Kevin assured her, albeit his voice was still hoarse. Straightening himself up again, Kevin raked a hand through his hair as he let out a shaky, rumbling breath. "It's alright, Little One. Just an accident. Here, look." He took her hand again and cautiously coiled her nimble fingers around his cock, demonstrating just the right amount of pressure to apply. Releasing a low rumble he indolently guided her hand up and down the length of his shaft as he instructed her on how to touch him.
After a minute or so Kevin released her wrist and was delighted when she continued of her own accord. A strangled groan slipped from his mouth as his eyes fluttered shut and he tilted his head back slightly. Her movements were jerky and gawkish, with no set rhythm or pace, but Jesus Christ if it wasn't one of the best things he'd felt in what seemed like forever. Just to have her touch him after so long, was driving him insane. He gazed down, relishing the sight of her tiny hand stroking his huge dick. That innocent blush suffused her rosy cheeks as she surveyed his cock and her ministrations with reticent intrigue.
Blushingly, Heather fixated on the ample sex organ in her hand. Where all men as sizable as this? As substantial as it was, would it…fit inside her? A myriad of queries and ponderings circled her head, most of which she knew was far too puerile for her to pose. As for the remainder, she was far too diffident.
Bizarrely, she was increasingly fascinated by the dichotomy of his genitalia. The skin was smooth to the touch, almost silk-like and yet there was a solid firmness and weightiness to his member. It wasn't in the least how she assumed it would be. Truthfully, she had scarcely given thought to such matters, but she could recall hearing the insinuating expression "rock hard" and realized with clandestine humiliation that she had highly misconceptualized it. The girl deliberated that she must be one of the most peculiar individuals on the planet to entertain such musings.
Kevin shuddered. He could feel his balls tighten, on the verge of exploding. Grabbing the little one by the wrist he brusquely yanked her hand away with more force than he intended while he huffed and panted.
Heather gaped up at him, flummoxed. "I'm s-sorry. I d-didn't mean to upset y-you," she stammered.
The goliath chuckled lightly. "You almost gave me an upset," he told her as his fingers entwined with hers on the hand he was just holding. "Sorry to be so abrupt Little One, but it was about to be all over for me." Admitting that hurt his pride a little, but he ignored the thought as he dropped a kiss on her lips. "You ready for me now?" he asked in a whisper when he pulled away.
The giant's eyes lanced straight through Heather's heart as he stared down at her. The heart that was hammering inside her ribs so terribly that she could scarcely contemplate anything aside from great fear tangled with great need and her eyes brimmed with unshed tears. Regardless, she bit her lip and shook her head in confirmation.
"Are you sure?" he asked questioning her resolve.
"Y-yes. I'm r-ready," she mustered a tiny squeak.
Kevin thought of asking yet again because he was still so thunderstruck by her decision. She was so diffident; he wouldn't be the least surprised if she changed her mind at any given moment. He would expend every ounce of willpower to stop if she asked him to, but he prayed she would not. He had waited so long for this, battling his urges and struggling with his morality. He didn't have much, truth be told, but she had a way of drawing it out of him. Problem was, she also had a way of drawing out his carnality and wicked impulses, to no fault of her own.
Instead of inquiring again, he kissed her fervently. His mouth lingered on hers for a moment before he reached over to quickly swipe the accursed condom off the nightstand. Impatiently he ripped it open with his teeth and discarded the empty wrapper back on the stand before hastily rolling it onto his throbbing cock. As he did so, he glanced down at the timid girl, who was observing his actions with a seemingly rapt fascination. He would have asked her if she wanted to put it on him if only to see her reaction, but he feared if she continued to touch him, it may have been rendered useless by the time she had it on all the way.
Her sparkling emeralds bashfully drifted upwards to meet his gaze. When they locked eyes, he rebuked himself for nearly losing control and allowing the ferocious wolf to be unleashed. His enormous shoulders sagged as he let out a huff, trying to curb the blood pounding in his veins and the unbridled lust he was feeling.
He captured her lips again as he gingerly pushed her back down until her head was lying comfortably on the pillow once again. He adjusted it underneath her just to be certain and straightened her hips to line up with his. It was paramount that she be as relaxed as she could be, so he could give her the best experience possible.
Kevin brushed a strand of dark hair from her face as he loomed over her petite frame. He spoke to her in a susurrate tone, "Gonna take it slow and steady for you, sweetness. It'll hurt a little, at first, but I'm gonna take good care of you, Little One. You trust me?"
Releasing a shaky breath, the young girl bit her lip as she nodded silently. Her small hands came to rest tentatively on his forearms, a nonverbal confirmation.
"Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?" he reminded her before dragging the head of his cock down her wet slit, teasing her just a bit and doing his best to put her at ease. Kevin spread her legs a little wider and lined up his cock to her opening. Positioning himself at her entrance, he pressed in faintly, his broad shoulders vibrating as he expelled a resounding huff.
Fuck, he was nervous. He couldn't recall being this nervous about anything in his life. Ever. Least of all sex. Then again, it wasn't every day he deflowered a young girl, less than half his age, with her parents supposedly asleep just down the hall. The thought striking him, he was met with a fleeting moment of rationality as he nearly lost his bravado.
His Little One was staring up at him with her large eyes, dare he say almost...expectantly? Her arms wrapped around his neck as she gave a small shudder of…apprehension? Or anticipation? He was surprised when her right hand dropped unhurriedly to his chest. Her brow knit together in bewilderment as it rested there.
"Why is your heart beating so rapidly?" She questioned him in her quiet, yet inquisitive voice.
The behemoth felt his heart lurch at her inquiry and he bristled. He knew he was nervous, but he hadn't realized that his heart was palpitating like a giddy school girl's. There was just something in her delicate touch that seemed to reach in and squeeze at his heart, crippling his vanity. Damn, if the guys could see him now.
Coming to rest over top of it, his gigantic hand engulfed hers. "Probably the same reason yours is," he told her matter of fact as he took both their hands and brought them to press against her tiny chest.
Heather felt as though she were about to expire. Did he feel that way as well? She liked to assume he did. It was a paradox that rendered her less terrified of the forthcoming event. However, she didn't dare make the query. Her mind went elsewhere when she felt him shift slightly and her hips canted involuntarily, drawing a deep groan from him.
Oh yes, that's where we were, he recounted as he pushed aside all of the other bullshit inside his head. "Slow and steady," he murmured, uncertain if the reminder was meant for her or himself.
Aligning himself again, Kevin gently pressed against her entrance. He watched her entire frame tense as her body rejected him. Knowing she was anxious, he relented for a moment. When he was met with the same opposition, he spoke to her in a soothing tone, "I need you to relax for me, Little One. I don't want to hurt you."
Heather sucked in a sharp breath. "H-how p-painful is it?" she questioned fearfully, suddenly aware that she should have inquired about it long before.
"I dunno. Everyone's different. But it will hurt more if you stiffen like that," he answered her honestly. Thumbing her clit, he attempted to put her at ease. "Let me take care of you, Sweetness. Everything will be okay. Or do you need me to stop?" he whispered as he stroked the tiny nub.
Heather released a whimper and shook her head. "Alright," she breathed. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the attention he was providing to the sensitive bundle. That was until her focus was yanked from her and followed by a painful gasp. She experienced a sharp sting as her tight entrance was being stretched wide. Her eyes snapped open to see the goliath above her, gritting his teeth as he was deliberately pushing his way inside.
Kevin broke past the constricting tissue but paused merely a couple of inches inside her. She emitted an agonized wail and her face contorted in discomfort as tears pricked in her eyes. Feeling like a huge asshole, he stifled his own groan of pleasure. After a moment, he sank into her another inch, her snug walls closing around him. Fuck! It's so tight but so good, he mused.
Heather dug into his forearms, attempting to steel herself against the pain as her tiny orifice stretched around his invading manhood, which was seemingly intent on tearing her in half. As he was driving into her it felt as though the air was being forced from her lungs, leaving her gasping for breath.
At the moment he had halted again and after a more intense wave of anguish left her, she glanced down to see their coupling for the first time. "Oh my gosh. Oh goodness," Heather squeaked. Her words became more frantic as she went on, "It's inside me. There is a p-penis inside of me!" she announced incredulously.
Kevin sputtered a terse laugh in response to her overt proclamation, immediately feeling contrite, the smile that was plastered on his mouth faded, knowing the toll this was taking on her both physically and emotionally.
Her hands leaving his forearms, she flapped them about oddly, as though she could shake away all pain and anxiety. "This is so….I-I'm not sure…It h-hur…" Heather was finding it impossible to form an articulate statement. Tears spilled forth from her eyes and her breathing became so strenuous, it seemed to border on hyperventilation. Sinking in her turmoil, she continued to babble incoherently as tears streamed down her face, "I…I c-can do…I don't know…it's t-too-"
"Kiss me," the goliath hissed in a slow and husky timbre. Leaning over her, his hair cascaded down, creating a curtain around them as he closed his eyes and waited for her to respond.
His rich voice ran over her like whiskey as his words broke through the din inside her head. She immediately ceased her incessant rambling and blinked up at him. His eyes were closed awaiting her kiss. Her breath hitched as she lifted her head, clumsily yet eagerly pressing her mouth to his.
The way this shy little thing kissed him made him feel like a pathetic chump. Perhaps he was caught up in too many emotions, but it could very well have been the best kiss of his life. She was still awkward as all get out, but she was all heart and it was staggering to him. Deepening the kiss, he took advantage of her preoccupied condition and sank the rest of the way within her, seating himself deep inside her hot core.
As the pain lanced through her with greater agony, she screamed into his mouth and he stifled her cries by pressing further into their kiss. Heather broke from the kiss with fat tears streaming down her cheeks and her body rigid with anguish as her face scrunched in distress. Being stretched so uncomfortably around him and the manner in which her organs felt as though they were being rearranged inside her seemed virtually unbearable.
Witnessing her in this condition threw Kevin into a state of immediate remorse. He was the biggest jackass in history. "I'm sorry, Little One. I'm so sorry. We should stop," he lamented reluctantly.
When she noticed him begin to retreat, her fingernails bored desperately into the flesh of his back, staying him. "No!" she commanded in an astonishingly forceful tone. "No. I can take it," her every word quavered, riddled with aching. It wasn't quite apparent who she was trying to persuade with her declaration, him or herself.
Taken back by her bold proclamation, Kevin remained stock still, not receding or advancing any further. Kevin shook his head. "Too stubborn for your own good," he chided her playfully with a small smile. Truth be told he was grateful that he needed to allow her time to adjust. Sheathed deep inside her snug passage, he was on the threshold of exploding even with the damn Godforsaken condom desensitizing him.
"St-stubborn?" she squeaked through her pain.
"Yeah," Kevin murmured and then placed his concentration towards alleviating her soreness and apprehension. "I'm sorry," he whispered his apology again, after dropping a series of kisses on her slick face. "You're doing so good for me, Little One. Such a good girl," he spoke to her in an assuasive voice as the back of his knuckles brushed her delicate cheek. She merely whimpered in response as she trembled at his touch.
He noticed after another couple of minutes that her breathing had become steadier, and he took it as a sign that perhaps he could proceed. "I'm going to try moving now, okay Little One?" he told her warily. She peered up at him with her glassy eyes as she released a shaky breath, but she nodded silently.
The behemoth drew back slowly. Groaning with the slight motion, he cautiously began to deliver gentle and shallow thrusts into her slick heat. Her walls hugged so snugly around him, it was almost painful, but nevertheless amazing. He operated at an attentive and unhurried pace, trying to minimize the pain for her, which was palpable.
Heather grimaced at the friction caused by the goliath as he probed her tight passage over and over again with his considerable size. With each stroke, her body rocked steadily beneath him, but the ebb and flow seemed to do little for the aching she was yet enduring. Alas, it seemed another fallacy of her supposition as it appeared evident that her affliction may never cease.
Kevin remained continually stunned by the restraint which he was practicing even as a nearly savage growl escaped him. Months of forgoing physical contact at his own doing had left him with a practically ravenous appetite. He gazed down at the girl lying prone under him. Kevin was used to towering over everyone as the hulking giant he was, but she was so tiny by comparison, he was afraid he may very well break her in half if he couldn't control himself. "Damn, you feel so good. Is this okay for you, Little One?" he inquired in a placid tone.
Heather merely stared up at him in silence, her eyes never leaving his visage. The act of their coupling was still all too surreal for her. She wished she could share in his sentiments. The sting was gradually beginning to recede, but only just. She wasn't certain if she would ever be able to claim this act as gratifying. Then just as she was making the assertion, a sensation rippled through her, and she engendered a pleasured sigh.
"Mhm," the giant murmured as a curious yet knowing expression came across his face. Varying his angle marginally, he experimentally prodded at that spot within her once more, drawing out another moan as she arched slightly off the mattress. "Gotcha," the big man muttered to himself with a satisfied smirk. He allowed himself to go just a bit deeper the next time he plunged into her. His low groan blended with her high-pitched wail as they both forgot their surroundings for a moment.
"Oh Kev," the girl whimpered in a small, wispy voice as her tiny hands clutched his massive biceps.
"Oh Little One," he answered in amusement, but he felt the same rush especially as she clung to him desperately.
"Wh-what's happening?" her voice quavered as she deferred to him concerning the changes taking place with her body.
"Got your G-Spot," his response rumbled, eyes flashing wickedly. "Do you like this?" he questioned as he dove mildly deeper into her tight cavern.
Heather didn't respond verbally, but her body trembled as her mouth fell open, tiny noises of pleasure escaping. She canted her hips insentiently, beseeching him to provide her with still more. Tentatively snaking her arms around his neck, her lips gracelessly crashed against his with an unwavering vehemence.
Taking charge of the kiss, the goliath darted inside her mouth, beckoning her tongue into a sensual dance with his. His fervor surged as he modestly increased his pace. Little by little, he was sinking further into her with each thrust until he was buried to the hilt. Maneuvering in and out of her slick heat with elongated strides, he found a steady rhythm that seemed fulfilling for both of them.
Heather broke away from the kiss panting and mewling. The giant's mouth immediately found refuge at her neck and clavicle, softly biting and sucking at the tender flesh, soliciting further cries of pleasure from his young lover.
Lost within one another, the world could have burned down around them while their only concern was the searing heat generated between them. Smoldering eyes met with unabashed necessity and yearning as their bodies danced together, swaying to their own private love song. A sheen of sweat glistened on their, friction-laced, scorching skin.
The volume of the Little One's mewling was once again climbing to dangerous heights as her hips undulated beneath him. "Shhh," Kevin hushed her ironically as his gigantic hand palmed one of her tits and tweaked her nipple. He pulled back to take a glance down at her gyrating body. Christ, should she be moving like this for her first time? he asked himself. His free hand clutched one of her hips, tugging her closer against him as he all but slammed into her dripping core. "Jesus fuck," he bellowed and cursed in a barely muted tone in spite of his admonishments towards her just seconds prior.
Heather's lips pursed with a chorus of abandoned whimpers. Her flushed body gleamed with perspiration that began to prickle her skin. Or perhaps it was the needling feeling lancing throughout her flesh once more. She could feel it, the tingling, the gnawing, the stabbing, and the twisting from the inside out. She shook her head frantically as if willing it away. She couldn't. Not a second time. The first had so heavily trounced her. She had no doubt the subsequent would annihilate her, leaving her utterly obliterated from its devastation.
"Kev…" she called to him in a meek voice. "It's h-happening again," she keened in desperation as she pawed at his firm, damp muscles, seeking to gain purchase on anything that would keep her from spiraling out of control once more.
Kevin was already well aware of how close she was due to the manner in which her inner walls had begun to pulsate around his cock. As if her heavy panting, needy whimpers, and bucking hips weren't enough of a dead ringer. "Just like last time. I got you, Little One. Let go," he urged her tenderly as he scooped her up underneath her shoulders and held her flush against his mammoth frame. He could tell she was resistant and encouraged her furthermore, "Don't hold back Little One. Cum for me."
"I...I c-can't" the young girl bawled, vision blurring with tears. Her words trailed by shrill incoherent noises as he drilled her as deep as either of their bodies would permit. She buried her slick face against his broad chest. "Oh gosh. Oh gosh," Heather wailed, writhing in his arms. She was ascending higher and higher until the chain snapped and she shot up to the stars like a rocket.
Her frame pitching forward, "K-" she began to shout his name before she was thwarted by Kevin's mouth clashing with hers in a brutal and bruising kiss meant to silence her screams. Her entire being was wracked as her orgasm violently ripped through her, mercilessly sundering her limb from limb. For several long moments, she seemed suspended in the heavens before she began spiraling downward. Faster and faster she plummeted, poised to crash land straight into the earth. And crash she did.
Feeling her muscles clamp around his throbbing cock, Kevin drew her tighter into his arms, supporting her as she splintered into pieces within his embrace. Her entire form vibrated, while her legs trembled fiercely. The sensation of her quaking beneath him and her tight little pussy pulsating around him was abruptly pulling him over the edge.
In those last few moments Kevin lost nearly all constraint, his brain too delirious and lust addled to mind her stunned and semi-anguished yelps as he plowed into her with a single-minded purpose. Fortunately, mere moments were all that passed, as the behemoth gritted his teeth expending every ounce of will to contain the guttural roar that threatened to escape him. He erupted like a raging volcano, his seed spilling into the confines of the condom. As his climax lanced through him, his colossal form jerked savagely. Her tiny cavern seemed to milk every drop from his cock before he collapsed, scarcely able to brace himself from crushing her limp body under his massive weight.
Kevin remained inside her for several long moments, not daring to sever the connection. His face nuzzled at the crook of her neck as he hugged her close and she clung to him. A million things he could say ran through his head, but he decided to let the silence speak for a moment, their erratic panting the only sound in the room. He kissed her chastely before reluctantly leaving her body and sitting up on the edge of the bed to collect his bearings.
When Kevin turned back to grin at her, she was lying curled in the fetal position facing the opposite wall with her back to him. Her shoulders shook as choking sobs tumbled out of her. His heart stopped and his thoughts were immediately swarmed with panic. He hadn't meant to hurt her. Oh God, what had he done? He raked a hand through his blonde hair. "Little One," he murmured. She didn't respond, but continued her sobbing. "Heather?" he tried her real name as a hand tentatively came to rest on her trembling shoulder.
Suddenly, Heather shot up like a bullet, twisting around to face him as she threw her arms around his neck. "I...that was..." she was searching for the appropriate term, but only one came to mind, "magnificent," she whispered.
Kevin encircled her slender frame, drawing her into his embrace. His broad shoulders sagged in relief as he closed his eyes for a couple of moments, just holding her. "Damn it, don't scare me like that, Little One," he whispered as he chided her lovingly.
As Heather drew back, her eyes fixed between his legs at the condom that was awash with a shade of crimson. Now it was she who flew into a state of alarm. "I'm bleeding?" she cried out in horror. Had she suddenly started her period? It wasn't due to begin for another two weeks. How absolutely mortifying!
"Shhh," Kevin hushed her again. "It's okay. It's normal. You're okay," he tried to assure her as he smoothed her hair. He looked down at the condom and then noticed the blood smeared over her inner thighs and became guilt-ridden as he felt his stomach drop. He knew she may bleed, but he didn't think it would be that much. He then feared that he really had hurt her. He gently laid her back down. "Here, let's clean you up, Little One. That should make you feel better," he told her.
Kevin got off the bed, even though she seemed reluctant to allow him to pull away. Entering the bathroom that was connected to the room, he realized that the condom still sheathed his now flaccid member. Peeling it off, it was heavy with his exponential load and saturated in the young girl's blood and arousal. He had to find a way to dispose of the damn thing. Just chucking it into the wastebasket certainly wasn't an option.
Kevin's eyes scanned the room. They settled on the toilet and he remembered Mark mentioning that the downstairs one was on the fritz. Hopefully, if any issues should arise it would be chalked up to whatever was going on with the plumbing at the moment. Dropping it into the bowl it landed in the water with a plop. Kevin pressed down on the handle, flushing away the evidence of their lovemaking.
Rummaging through the cabinets, he found a dark-colored washcloth and wet it with warm water. He returned to the room and sank onto the bed beside the petite girl. He was attentive as he carefully wiped away the mixture of blood and her wetness from her nether region. He was sure to be especially delicate as he ran the cloth over her aching and sensitive folds. He examined her, ensuring that he had cleaned her up well. "There you go, precious. All cleaned up, good as new," he murmured as his thumb caressed one of her thighs. She didn't want to meet his gaze. Blushing, she reverted back to the timid creature she had always been.
Heather had frozen when the damp washcloth met her skin. It was not because it was too cool, but it sent shivers through her all the same. They had just finished copulating for the first time, which was the most intimate and interpersonal act of her life. Now here, he was, looking after her in a manner that somehow felt far more intimate than the act they had just completed. Her heart felt as though it might burst in her chest and tears burned in her eyes.
When he had finished, the goliath disappeared into the bathroom once more. He reappeared minutes later and Heather attempted in vain not to gawk at his nude physique as he sauntered around the bed. Goodness, what was becoming of her?
When Kevin noticed her observing him, his mouth produced a haughty smirk and he winked at her. Her countenance flared as she averted her eyes. Plopping down on the edge of the bed, Kevin fiddled with the digital alarm clock that sat on the nightstand for a few seconds. He then laid back in bed, settling himself in as he pulled the covers over his body. "Now," he looked at her pointedly, "May I get just a couple hours of uninterrupted sleep? Please?" Kevin's brows furrowed in a feigned scowl.
Heather, who was now sitting up on her knees, bit her lip with a sheepish expression painting her features. She was quite uncertain of what she should do henceforth and shifted awkwardly on the bed.
The goliath chuckled in amusement. "C'mere you silly girl," he told her with outstretched arms. "I have to wake you up in a couple hours so you're not caught in here, but I can hold you for a little if you want." He grinned up at her.
Deliberately, Heather crawled towards him, resisting the overwhelming urge to bounce straight into his arms. Her body was rigid as she settled down beside him. Kevin instantly drew her into his strong embrace, yet he cradled her ever so tenderly. Tentatively resting her head on his chest, she sensed him expel a contented sigh. After hesitating a few moments, Heather lifted her head and placed a chaste kiss on his chest, right over his heart.
Kevin's heart pitched and he inhaled sharply. Holding her tighter in his arms, he kissed the top of her head in return. "So sweet," he cooed as he began slowly running a hand through her tousled hair, "Such a sweet girl." He repeated those words like a mantra, lulling her to sleep.
Kevin was in deep shit from here on out. He knew that. He had just opened Pandora's Box and there was no stuffing it back inside. He closed his eyes and listened to the gentle and steady breathing of the tiny girl he was cuddling and pushed his dilemma out of his mind. There was nothing else that mattered while he was holding the one thing that did in his arms.
Right now, consequences would just have to wait.
Yup, they done did the deed. How will this affect things going forward? Survey says?
Honestly, I am so glad that's over and I can't wait to get back to the plot. I'm also dreading it for reasons that make me want to change the entire direction of the plot, but this is just how it is.
As you can probably assume, this is the last update of 2021! I'm going to be taking a short break to enjoy the holidays, recharge, and prepare myself for things to come.
That being said, I'd like to take the time to thank all my readers, especially those who leave reviews and fave and follow this story. I know this is not the most popular, but I've always liked going against the tide so to speak and the fact that there are people who are responsive to this means the world to me!
Happy Holidays, however you celebrate and have a happy and safe New Year.
See you next year!