Sex is for Boys (Non-Virgin Diaries Book II)

Isaiah and Kylah

Meanwhile, a few doors down from our lovers Lou and Nicole, there is another set of lovers endulging in their own sexual pleasures...or nightmares...

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“Come on.”  I could hear the affection flicker in his voice and then disappear with his “You’ll like it.”  There I was in a dark room in a stranger’s house during a wild party where no one knew me. No one except Isaiah, who I had thought was a nice guy interested in my writing.  But I could tell by his hands he was more interested in my breasts.  He kept rubbing and pushing on my nipples with his thumb as he moved his leg back and forth inbetween my thighs and kissed my neck.  He had to be three times my size, and there was no telling what look he had on his face as his hands began to move along the rim of my skirt.  The skirt my mother had sewn for me.  

I shivered as his large hands touched skin and began searching for a zipper, button, or other clothing device to assist in undressing me.  There wasn’t one and I knew then it was no.  I was not going to do this.  I was going to get up and leave.  But he only pushed his weight harder onto me and began moving his lips over my neck again.  I squirmed but he ignored it and continued moving his sweat lined lips down my chest until he was no longer kissing skin and found himself having to remove my shirt. “No.”  I said it, but it was weak.  It only barely made it to his ears and he responded simply and unmoved with a “Don’t be like that.”

“Please don’t. Just stop! Get -” The first hit.  Silenced by the back of his hand, I shook from my light sobs and tears, still squirming as he abandoned all hope on getting my skirt off and simply slipped his hands under.  I pressed my thighs together in an attempt to stop him, but it barely even slowed him down.  He only pulled them apart and slid his body between mine to insure I wouldn’t try it again.  As he slid them off, the cool air hit my exposed skin and apparently gave me a slight rush of strength because while his torso was no longer completely upon me I tried to make a run for it.  He caught me with his full fist this time and shoved me back down.  Then a slight grin appeared as his face became extremely close to mine.  “You look like a screamer,” he chuckled.  As he leaned across me for something in the drawer I felt that he was hard and it sent a chill from my vag to the back of my neck. 

As he pulled back from the drawer it slid across me and a tinge of pleasure rose in me, which I embarrassingly found myself having to suppress.  Tape.  I moved my head wildly to stop him but he managed to get it on though slightly crooked. 

He looked at me for a second, then grabbed my shirt at the top and ripped it open, exposing my lace bra and virgin skin to the world.

Then, there in the dark, I heard his belt jingle, his zipper go down, and then it happened.  It was so fast, and so terribly hard that I found myself clenching the covers around me.  He just kept going and it scared me that we were breathing in sync, but like wild animals.  It was hard, uncontrolled breathing, and it felt as if we were heating the room ourselves.  

And it hurt.  I could feel the skin tear beneath my clit.  The small drop of blood.  The skin stretching.  The tip of his penis touching my hip bone.

I tried to be silent, but every time his pelvis came into contact with my inner thigh a slight shriek arose.  I thought he would hit me, but it only seemed to make him go harder and faster as he began his lips on my neck again. He spread my legs farther and leaned on the back of my thighs so that my knees were to my chest, thrusting himself deeper into me.

He's larger.  Larger than average and much too big for my small body.  

I thought, with a hefty amount of hope, that he would leave me at least clothed in my bra, which for the most part he had, until now.  He lay one hand on the bed to steady himself as he continued and the other to undo the straps behind my back.  When he began to kiss them, my neck tightened and my head shot up from its place.  It frightened me.  Him being with every part of me all at once.  Then him speeding up, me gripping the pillow behind me with all that was left of my strength, and his back tightening as he rose slightly from his previous position.

His cum is hot inside of me; I can feel it exploding behind my stomach and dripping out.    

In the morning, I just lay there, listening to the small clang of the weights.  

I think about how he's sweating now the same way he did last night.  I roll over and watch him for a second as he admires himself in the mirror.  He flexes to one side, and then the other, his abs clearly present and well sculpted.  

Then he looks at me.  "Hey, uh, you're not gonna get pregnant are you?"

At the word pregnant I see him sucking on my right nipple and thrusting in and up, in and up, then taking his dick all the way out before sliding it back in, maximizing the feeling.

"No," I say defeated. "I don't think so."

"Good" as he licks my stomach and puts his hand between my legs.  He ignores my shiver, just like the last time.

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