Water's Wet Erotica (Seven Stories: Including Virgin to Vixen Series) (23 page)

Archie continued to disrobe me until I was standing completely nude in his dining room. He took a step back and examined me with his eyes as if I were
a
specimen of meat on s
ale
for one of his dishes.

Of course, I was freshly bathed, and a hint of perfume could be
smelled
behind the prevalent odor of spaghetti sauce and meatballs.

“Your radiance lights up this room.”

He continued to stare at my exposed pussy lips between my legs. I wanted to cover up, but I wouldn’t let him see my insecurities.
No, I would stand proudly for him, pussy, tits, and all.

“You’ve shaved your kitty bald. Having your vagina exposed like that makes me want to run my tongue over your clitoris.”

I swallowed. Then I almost protested when he turned me around, so he could step back and examine my backside.

“Touch your toes,” I heard him
command
.

“What?” I questioned, confused.

“Lean over and touch your toes for me.”

Again, I did what he asked. In the awkward position of my large, round ass up in the air and my love nest exposed just below my now
-
exposed asshole, I felt my face turn a deep shade of red. But when he squatted down and examined my virgin privates, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I stood up and stepped away from his prying eyes.

“I’m not done, Kimmy,” he said, shocked.

“What’s the purpose of this, Archie? I don’t get it.”

He stood in front of me and removed his pants and shirt, letting them drop to the hardwood floor. “I want to know you intimately.”

Joy leaped through my body landing between my legs. No one had ever told me that before and of all people, I had always had a crush on my reclusive neighbor, Archie
Griffin
.

“I want to know you that way
, too
,” I said as my eyes stared at the larger
-
than
-
normal cock that had unfolded from his pants.
At least, larger than what I had seen on the internet, in my few forays for information outside of porn sites, because I knew my dad monitored my internet use at home. Archie’s cock
stood erect and tall. His body was almost perfect—
almost
, only
because he had two large scars on his chest and side. I couldn’t help but stare.

“Oh my goodness,” I said, running my hands gently over the long scars. He shuddered with passion and want. “What happened?”

“I was in the Marines. We came under attack,” he explained.

“Did it hurt?
I mean, of course it did, but…tell me about it, if you want to tell me.
”

“After, yes.
It hurt a lot. They had to give me morphine.
But when it happened, my adrenaline masked the pain.
It happened in the heat of battle and you are trained to keep it together, as long as you can, because you are a Marine.
”

“I’m so sorry they hurt you,” I said softly and caressed his chest and shoulders.

Archie
stepped closer and
held me in his arms.
“Oh, before I fell in battle, I got them back,” he said simply. There was a frightening expression on his face, and I began to understand Archie Griffin, the light and the dark of him.

Our nude bodies pressed together under the siege of dancing shadows
in the candlelight
and
his
curious
dark-themed
paintings.
Now I had
an inkling
where his art had sprung from—from his pain. If scars can tell a tale of a man’s life, and art can spring from those scars…yes, oh yes, my mind was opening to him.

“This is who you are.
The cooking, the paintings, the…insistence on discipline in a relationship.”

He said to me, “Nobody knows who we are unless they know our pain. And unless they know our joy.”

“Teach me, Archie. Teach me to know you.”

We kissed for a long, long time, and one of his hands rose to pinch a nipple hard as he kissed me.
Pain...meet
pleasure. I began to understand.

Then
he
ended the kissing. H
e picked me up and placed me on the dining room table.
We kissed for a long time more as he taught me pain and pleasure, pinching and pulling my nipples as he kissed my lips with tender anguish. I wanted to cry at his beauty, his pain, his unspeakable sorrow. His lips were wondrous and soft, taking and giving. His fingers were cruel on my nipples. I got wetter and wetter. I was afraid I might slide off the table in a pool of my own making. Finally, he broke our kissing and I looked at him for direction.

“Lay on your stomach,
Kimberly,
” he said.

“Yes,” I whispered.
I turned around and climbed to the other side of the table and lay down as he asked.  I made a pillow with my arms and rested the side of my face on my
fore
arms. On the chair was a bottle of olive oil and Archie didn’t hesitate to take the bottle and drizzle it over my back and ass.

His large hands began to massage the oil into my back, over my buttocks and then he worked his fingers into the crack of my ass. His touch was warm and sensual until his hands made their way to my big ass.

It was during that time, I could hear Archie’s breathing become erratic and his fingers become aggressive. He
kneaded
my ass cheeks as if they were a mound of dough. With each aggressive pull upward, I could feel my dripping pussy lift and experience a cool sensation from the air.

Then after a few moments of Archie disappearing, he returned with a plate of spaghetti and meatballs. Instantly
,
I thought it was an odd time to devour his food, but I didn’t say anything.

I watched as Archie lifted the plate of noodles and slid them off over my ass. I shrieked at the warm noodles, sauce and meatballs that slithered between my legs and ran down the crack of my ass and into my pussy and clit
oral
area.
I wanted to scream, “Are you crazy?” but instead, I just went with it. I was too intrigued not to want to understand this crazy, kinky idea. So, I embraced it, mentally, and held onto the table edge for dear life.

Like a ravenous beast, Archie’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he grabbed hold of his enormous penis as he gave it a quick tug before he dove in with his mouth and started to devour the food from my ass.

I was both horrified and mesmerized.

His fingers spread my ass cheeks apart, and his tongue licked and sucked the sauce and juices from
my
asshole. I could hear him moan and groan as he lapped up any bit of food that he saw.

I was being thrown into an erotic whirlwind of utter chaos. My mind was losing track of whom I was and where I was at. He was tearing into my virgin pussy as his hands spread my legs further apart, so he could lap up every bit of food.

Archie spent an extra amount of time on my swollen clitoris. He licked in between my lips and sucked on my flower bud. I grabbed the end of the table
harder
and let the warm feeling sweep over me. Within seconds, I could feel a building sensation in my pelvis area and finally, without warning, I exploded into tremors.

I released a scream that I was sure would wake my parents across the street.  After I had cum, my body was shaking from the aftermath, yet Archie continued to lick at my love nest and its sensitive, pulsating flesh.

Until he was done, I had to endure the pleasure he gave me over and over. Finally, he removed his buried face from my private area, and he grabbed the olive oil and drizzled it between the
crack
of my ass again.

He wiped off his face with
h
is shirt and then he leaned over and whispered in my ear. “I’m going to keep you here overnight and play with your ass. I want nothing more than to bring your
dark, tight hole
to its
utmost pleasure and desire.”

“What about making love to me?” I asked, slightly disappointed that if he only played with my ass that I would still be a virgin after he was done.
I wanted him to have my vagina cherry.

“I’m interested in this plump ass of yours. Your hole is tight, Kimmy. It’s like
F
ort Knox. I want to give you an anal orgasm.”

“Okay,” I said. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I knew an orgasm was a good thing.
My first one had rocked my world!

Archie spread my ass cheeks apart again and began to work his pinky into my hole. I felt awkward having something push its way into my ass rather than
something
com
ing
out, but the olive oil helped to make that area less resistant.

“It hurts
,
Archie,” I told him as I gripped the table.

“It’s going to hurt a little. I’m going to work this tight ass
,
one finger at a time. Once I’m able to get three fingers in there at one time, you’ll be ready for my hard cock.”

I swallowed at the instant arousal his words brought me. I could feel my vagina quivering and almost begging to be touched and caressed. I closed my eyes and relaxed my ass. I wanted Archie to have his way with me. I wanted him to find pleasure within my body just as I wanted him to pleasure me. 

As I allowed my mind to go to a place of pleasure, Archie’s hand came crashing down across my right ass cheek. I felt my plump ass shake and tears instantly fill
ed
my eyes. His large hand came down on my ass again. I quickly realized that each time he crashed his hand down against my
flesh
,
he was thrusting his finger further inside my anus.

I was grateful for the distraction, and the numbing pain was making my breathing more erratic. He was smacking my buttocks and then gripping his fingers into my ass harshly.

I heard him groan as his sentences were spoken in a husky, low voice. “You’ve no idea how many times I’ve wanted to have you in this position.”

“How many times?”
I whispered.

“Too many, Kimmy.
I’ve day dreamed about your voluptuous apple bottom and my rock
-
hard penis as it thrust into your tight virgin hole.”

I felt him slide his second finger alongside the pinky into my asshole. I held my breath but once again found that place of pleasure. I enjoyed when he talked to me about his desires. I wanted to hear more. “Did you think about me in any other way?”

“I have an ass fetish
,
sweetheart. All I could think about was eating off your butt cheeks, licking and biting your ass,
spanking your ass,
putting my fingers inside you and finding every possible way to pleasure you.
The ass of a virgin is the world’s most beautiful invention.
”

I swallowed loudly again at the depth in which he had thought about my ass. Then I felt a third finger join the other two inside my hole. It was an intrusion I had never experienced
and I gasped in pain
. Archie began to slide all three fingers inside and out of my now
-
stretched anus.

He started slowly but quickly picked up the rhythm. I moaned out loud at the intensity that was darting in and out of
me. He probed me over and over while his other hand began to dig into my ass cheeks with no mercy. His
obvious
pleasure
at touching me this way
was turning me on, but the pain was almost unbearable.

“You’re a good girl, Kimmy,” he said hoarsely. “I need to mount you. I’m gonna cum before I even penetrate this beautiful bottom.
I need you to take it.
”

“Okay,” I said shakily.

He pulled his fingers out and with tears running down my face
,
I glanced back and watch him open a condom wrapper and slide the condom over his massively large cock.

“Maybe we should take this one step at a time?”
I suggested.
“Over a period of days or weeks?”

“No, we’ve waited a long time for this moment,” he said.
“I must have your ass.”

My first thought was:
what did he mean
we
waited a long time for this moment.
I chuckled to myself. 
Was he referring to himself and his penis as separate entities?

He had slapped my ass again before he slid his arms under my body and lifted my torso up, so that I was on my knees with my round booty exposed.  He climbed onto the long formal dining room table, lubed my asshole with more olive oil and then touched the head of his cock against my opening.