Riding My Dragons (The Dragons Of Tellus #1)

CHAPTER 3

Jenna

How very different this world, Tellus, was from my own–and yet, how very much like Earth it was.Tellus was a parallel Earth with a different history, where a race of human/dragon metamorphs had evolved next to plain, single-bodied humans.And yet, in so many ways, Tellus felt like home.

I read once that there is a “shadow universe” filled with–or maybe made of–ideas, images, and symbols that all people unconsciously tap into.I read that the “shadow universe” is where the thoughts, dreams, hopes, and fears that everyone shares comes from.This other place, and the ability to tap into it and draw from it, cuts across all races and cultures; it belongs to everyone equally and it’s a part of everyone.If it lives in all people, maybe it lives in all universes too.This other world, Tellus, which was really Earth in another reality–or maybe Earth is really Tellus in another reality; it almost gave me a headache to try to think about it–probably had a shadow universe of its own, filled with the same kinds of things as the one of Earth.Maybe that was why, even with a completely different history, Tellus had the same kinds of words, the same kinds of expressions and thoughts.Maybe it was why Tellus had all the same loves and hates.If that was true, that must be the reason that Tellus felt so much like home in so many ways.

I was in my dorm room at Pendrake Technical University.The campus all around me was quiet because there were no classes during Reconciliation and many people had gone home.I sat on my bed and took my mirror from my pocket.It was more than just a mirror.Powered by the Ambience, it was like the tablets and smartphones back home rolled into one.Our mirrors on Tellus could even do some things that tablets and smartphones couldn’t do—yet.

I told the mirror to end the show and give me the time.I didn’t want to be late for Elliot’s match.If I got there on time, I’d have the chance to see in person what I’d just enjoyed from the mirror, before he morphed to dragon and he and his opponent had at each other.Seeing that I was still good for time and would get there in time for the bell or however they started things, I put my mirror back in my pocket and hurried out.

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The indoor arena was big, round, and spacious, built for all kinds of different sports and entertainment events.Thousands of people could easily fill it, surrounding the stage area at the center.And it looked as if thousands were actually here now, with a big hubbub that filled my ears.I was seated near the front–Elliot had gotten me a great seat.As I looked back at how many people were packed in here, I could tell how popular Elliot really was.Or at least I could tell how many people were excited to see him taking on whoever his opponent was today; a lot of these people must be here for the other dragon.I turned back to the stage, looking forward to seeing how Elliot did against his challenger.

A horn sounded–so they did it with horns, not bells–and a referee dressed in green came out onto the stage and announced the competitors as they came striding out naked and knee- and elbow-padded, with protective cups on thongs covering their male parts.The other dragon was a guy named Hardy Larcombe, a big, bearded, red-haired bruiser in his human shape.Larcombe had a smooth body with bigger, thicker muscles and, as far as I could tell (I wish I had brought binoculars), not as big a dick as Elliot.I joined Elliot’s cheering fans in impulsively letting out a whoop of my own.I jumped up and down in my seat, more worked up over the sight of the naked Elliot than I was over the event.He looked in my direction, knowing where my pass had seated me, and smiled.I could tell that his eyes, with his super-sharp vision even in his human shape, were right on me.My heart gave a leap inside me to match the way I jumped in my seat.

The referee gave the call for the two combatants to morph and wrestle.At once Elliot and Larcombe transformed into their dragon shapes.Under the rules, they were to keep their wings folded tight against their backs at all times, and use only their arms, legs, and tails–no claws allowed–against each other.They would grapple until one of them pinned the other and the fallen opponent could not get up.The whole thing would be like videos I’d seen of male lizards and snakes fighting over mates.It would be bloodless and would end with a complete submission.The roar of the crowd drowned out my little voice as I said, “Get him, Elliot!Bring him down!”It surprised me how much I was getting into the spirit of this thing.

My excitement turned to squirms and flinches as I saw how this thing was actually fought.The two dragon men charged and collided with hard slams of the big, plated scales of their chests against each other, and impacts that I almost thought I could hear over the shouts of the people around me.Their goal was to knock each other down so that one could pin the other.And I actually bit my finger to keep from shouting at the way the two of them thrashed and pounded with their tails against each other’s chest, neck, sides, and legs.To be sure they were both well trained and were used to this kind of punishment, but as a girl sitting there watching, all I could think was, Damn, that’s got to hurt!

They continued thrashing and pounding, and I kept flinching at every blow, until they locked together with arms and necks pushing against each other.Sucking on my lower lip, I almost thought I could feel the beating, sliding, and pressing of Larcombe’s surly scales and muscles against the noble dragon-ness of Elliot, and I smiled a little bit at the way I was making Larcombe “the enemy,” as if I were a real fan.And perhaps I was Elliot’s fan after all.He’d already been my hero once.I saw Larcombe knock Elliot down, and I let out a gasp and stood up in my seat as the opponent lowered himself against Elliot’s body and held him down!This time I screamed, “Get him, Elliot!Get him!”

Elliot managed to push Larcombe off him, and the two of them stepped back from each other for a moment before charging again.The sight of Larcombe knocking down Elliot a second time and putting himself down hard atop my champion practically made me squeal.But once again Elliot rallied, sending Larcombe reeling back and away.Elliot got back on his feet, and the two of them wheeled around the arena with curling, twitching tails, until they slammed into each other one more time–and this time Elliot got the better of his challenger.He sent Larcombe sprawling down onto his stomach and hurled himself down across the folded wings of his adversary.Larcombe struggled, lifting and twisting his neck, furiously whipping his tail–but Elliot had him!I could tell Larcombe wasn’t getting up!Out of my seat, I jumped up and down, clapping, cheering, screaming for Elliot.The referee counted to ten.Larcombe stayed down with Elliot on top of him the whole time!I waved my arms in the air, shouting and shrieking with vicarious triumph!Elliot was the winner!

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Elliot lived the way you’d expect of a champion athlete.His loft apartment looked like the home of a gorgeous and successful young man.Even though there was no poverty on Tellus because of the abundance that the Ambience had brought, I could still tell that Elliot’s quality of life was above a generous average.The tall, broad open space of the apartment looked like a place where a dragon could spread his wings if he wanted.He had abstract art paintings on the walls and luxurious-looking furniture upholstered in dark suede with area rugs on the hardwood floors.At one end of the combined living and dining area was a window that took up a whole wall and gave a panoramic view of Pendrake City at sunset, with Scaler people in dragon bodies swooping around and Ambience-powered vehicles moving in orderly lines through the air.

After a dinner that Elliot ordered for us, we went and stood at the window, in front of which was a long suede sofa.Standing next to him and looking out at the city, I thought about some things he’d told me while we ate.

“Well,” I said, “even if some of your relatives don’t always approve of some of the company you keep, they should at least be proud of how well you’ve done in your sports.”I frowned slightly.“I already said that, didn’t I?”

”That’s okay,” said Elliot.“It’s true.And like I said before, luckily my parents never actually bought into that.It’s just the way some of my mother’s folks were raised with and taught.They’re kind of orthodox.Some people make a break with how they were brought up.With what you’re studying, you should appreciate that.”He looked over and down at me, his eyes darting to one side as he tried to remember: “What was your major again?”

”Applied Science and Engineering,” I said.

”Right.Well, I can guess some people in science don’t think like their families, do they?”

”Depends on what their families tried to teach them, like you said.”

”Well, I never accepted that old idea about Scalers being the superior species because we have more than one body.It caused too much trouble, got too many people killed, and too much destroyed.You’d think people would grow out of that kind of thinking.People have learned so much better since then, but ideas like that just hang on.”

”They certainly do,” I replied, thinking of some things back home.“People learn so much, but it’s like they unlearn so little.”

Elliot nodded and smiled, understanding perfectly.“There!That!My mother’s folks, some of them could unlearn a thing or two.”

Lord, what a smile he had.The city lights and the stars overhead were sparkling outside, but Elliot’s smile was so much more dazzling.

“You should hear the way some of them talk about humans,” said Elliot.“Or maybe you shouldn’t.”He put on superior, condescending voices for me.“They can’t help themselves.It isn’t their fault that they have just one shape.Having to be in just that one body all the time must be so limiting.That’s just the way they were made; they’re not as fortunate as we are.”He watched me for my reaction.I smiled a polite, bashful kind of smile, and my face felt warm; I must have been blushing.I looked back and forth between him and the view outside.The sympathy on his handsome face was a much better sight.

“Think of living in a world full of people that you see as ‘less’ than you are,” Elliot said.“It’s like Byron said in his speech.How many bodies you have isn’t as important as who you are, what’s in your heart.Don’t you think?”

Softly, I replied, “I think so.”

I felt a sudden warmth against my hand.I looked down and found Elliot brushing one hand against mine.It sent a warm little thrill through me.I looked up from our touching hands into his gentle smile.

“You’re nice,” said Elliot.

As he took my hand in his, thrilling me a little more, I replied, “So are you.”

I turned from the window to face him, feeling as if I could just float up into his dark eyes and get lost in them.He pulled me closer to him.Now I was against his torso, with the hard and sculpted muscles under his tight-fitting top.My heartbeat quickened a little.I wondered if he could feel it.Elliot showed me how he felt by leaning down and letting his lips find mine–just a soft touch at first, which startled me with a sudden delight.Oh my God, a reaction raced through my mind, he’s kissing me!

Reflexively, I brought up my arms against his fantastic chest, and he kissed me a little more fully, letting his lips enfold mine and tentatively licking just the tip of his tongue into my mouth.Now the reaction spun around in my head.This is really happening!He’s really kissing me!

Elliot put his arms around me.I felt the warmth of his strong hands on my back, and he kissed me more intently.Our lips slid together, and I found myself sliding my arms around him to return his embrace.I couldn’t believe the feeling that came through that kiss–a feeling of being wanted, of being desired.And not by just any man, but by the most physically incredible man I’d ever seen.It felt so unreal–no, not just unreal.This was better than any reality I had ever known.

The kiss went on, making my head and my senses spin with wonder, until Elliot slipped out of it and left me gazing up at him with dizzy joy.Smiling at me with all the feelings that he’d put into that kiss, he moved his arms from around me and grasped the lower part of his top–and pulled his top up and out of his tight trousers.I watched him with widening eyes and a deep inhale as he pulled his top over his pecs and abs and slipped his arms out of his sleeves and dropped the shirt to the floor.Now Elliot’s chest, the hairy and awesomely muscled chest of a super-hero, was fully exposed.All I could do was gulp.

He dropped his shirt and pulled me close again, and this time there was nothing tentative about his kiss.He kissed me deeply, letting his lips play against mine, flicking his tongue in and out of my mouth.He encircled me with his arms.His strong, grasping hands moved up and down my back.And I returned the embrace, returning his kiss, feeling and clutching the powerful muscles of his own back, surprising myself with my response to him.I seemed to be becoming someone I didn’t recognize, giving myself into this feeling.Who was I now?This willing object of a dragon man’s desire–was I still Jenna Callaway?

The question stabbed through my mind like a bolt of lightning.Gasping with shock–amazement, but shock–I suddenly pulled back from the kiss.Letting my lips leave his and taking myself out of his arms, I felt as if I were shrinking back into a small, safe space, where I didn’t necessarily want to be.But I had to let my thoughts catch up with the rest of me.Bewildered at myself, I looked into Elliot’s eyes and found him as perplexed as I was.

He shook his head at me.“Is something wrong?Did I do something…?”

“No, no, no,” I said, anxiously running a hand through my hair.“It’s not you; no, you didn’t do anything.It’s…I wasn’t…I mean…”

“Jenna, if you didn’t want me to, it’s all right to…”

If I didn’t want him to…!Looking at Elliot, exposed from the waist up, the most magnificent piece of manliness I’d ever seen, I couldn’t imagine ever not wanting him to touch me, hold me, kiss me…“It’s nothing you did, Elliot.It’s just that I’ve never…”

“What?” said Elliot, smiling a little, understanding–or thinking he understood.“Never been with a Scaler guy?Oh, Jenna, that’s all right.Really, listen, I won’t hurt…”

Waving a hand to stop him, I said, “No, Elliot it’s not that I’ve never been with a Scaler guy.It’s just that I’ve never…”I trailed off, embarrassed, mortified at what I was now having to confess.

“Never what?” said Elliot, perplexed again.“Never…”I saw the sudden realization in his eyes.“You mean you’ve never…?”

I looked off from him, suddenly wishing I could be invisible, and said nothing, answering his question with my silence.

He finished his thought.“Never been fucked.By anyone.You’re a virgin.”

Pathetically, I met his eyes again.“I’m sorry.”

Elliot held up a hand.“No, don’t be sorry.You’re, what, nineteen?Not everyone starts at the same age.It’s okay.”

“Really?”

He smiled sincerely at me.“Really.I shouldn’t have assumed anything.”

My voice cracked a little.He was reassuring me that I had nothing to be ashamed of, yet here I was, in a Scaler athlete’s apartment, feeling like the most naive and unsophisticated creature on Earth or Tellus.“You’ve probably never had to ask a girl if she was…”

Elliot rubbed at the back of his neck, which made him look even more sexy, and said, “Well, no, I’ve never had to ask that question.But listen, if you’re not ready, it’s fine.You shouldn’t do, or let me do, anything you’re not ready for.”

My eyes were wet, and in spite of my trying not to let the tears flow, one got away and rolled down my cheek, which made me feel even worse.“I’m so sorry, Elliot.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he replied.“We were just talking about being all right with who we are, weren’t we?Nothing to be sorry about.Do you want to go?”

“Maybe I should,” I said with a sigh, feeling defeated by my stupid, inexperienced self.

He motioned to the door.“Let me see you out?You’ve got transit fare to get back to the University, right?”

“I’m good,” I said as he led me across the apartment, though at the moment I felt anything but good.

We paused as we reached the door.“Okay then,” said Elliot.“Look, Jenna, I’m really glad we got to spend this time together anyway.And I’m glad you enjoyed the fight.You know, I’m racing tomorrow.I’ll bet it’ll be transmitted to the University for people who are still there.Maybe you can watch.And sometime, maybe, call me–if you decide you’re ready.”

I almost couldn’t find my voice.He was being so sweet.“Okay.”

“Really,” said Elliot, as sincere as ever.“And if you do decide you’re ready, Jenna…I’ll make it good.I promise.”

My heart sank with regret.Look at him, I thought.How could he make it anything but good?“Okay,” I said.“Thank you.”

Elliot kissed me one more time–softly, warmly, gently.I touched him on his big, strong shoulder.I felt like such a fool.But Elliot let me out with a smile, and I stepped from his apartment out into the corridor.Hanging my head, I started for the elevator to the lobby, and felt as if I were giving a new meaning to the expression, walk of shame.

This was the second time I’d backed out of sex.The first time was back on Earth, in high school, with the boy that I was dating there.I really wanted to let him–or at least I thought I did.But as the time we’d planned got nearer, doubts began to surround my mind and close in on me.What if it wasn’t really the right time?What if he wasn’t really the right one?What if I let it happen and then regretted it?And what if I wasn’t good enough, or we weren’t good enough together?Suppose we both ended up regretting it?

It was an unlikely idea.I was pretty sure he would not regret it.But the doubts ganged up on me and beat me down.I couldn’t do it.That was the end of that relationship; he was too disappointed to go on seeing me.And afterwards I seriously questioned myself.Why had I backed out?Why had I not let it happen?And the answer that came to me made me feel so foolish.I was holding out for perfection, for a guy that I was sure was perfect.I wanted my first time to be something that didn’t exist:perfection.

Realizing that, I stopped in my tracks.My mind was lit up with an epiphany.Perhaps there was no such thing as perfect, but there sure as hell was such a thing as excellent!And what I’d backed out on this time was nothing less than excellent.It was an excellence that so many girls and plenty of guys would practically, fight, kill, or die for.And I, with my stupid, virginal little self, had actually walked out on it.

Frowning hard, clenching a fist, I told myself, No.I spun on my heels and marched back to the door of that apartment.No, you will not deny yourself this.No, you will not walk away from what’s excellent.No.No.No…

I hit the little light by the apartment door and sounded the bell.A few seconds later, the door opened, and there he was–more awesome and magnificent than before.Elliot had undressed further.He had stripped down to just a thong, in whose pouch was a massive bulge that made me gulp again.

“Yes?” said Elliot, welcomingly.

“Is it all right if I come back in?” I asked.

He turned up one corner of his mouth, so sexily.“Are you sure?You shouldn’t, if you’re not sure.”

“I’m sure,” I said, trembling a bit inside as I said it.

Elliot stepped to one side and motioned to me to come back inside.

We went back in front of the panoramic window.Elliot took me in his arms and kissed me, more passionately this time.I didn’t hold back.I accepted the fire of his kiss, like the fire of some dragon out of an old myth, and let my hands roam down the taut muscles of his back until they reached…his buttocks!His hard, tight ass, which was bare because he had on nothing but that thong!Sheer wonder expanded in my mind.I’m actually feeling his ass!And it’s wonderful!

He broke the kiss and said softly to me, “That’s it.Feel my ass, Jenna; that’s right.I want you to know all of me.First, though…”

His own hands went to the seal on my top and pulled it apart, from my collar down to my waist, and pulled it loose from my slacks.He tossed my top away and went for the seal on my halter.In a second, the halter went the way of my top.There I was then, my breasts exposed.A troubled thought flashed through my mind, a thought of all the other women he must have known, and how better endowed many of them must have been–not to mention more experienced–than I was.

Elliot didn’t act as if he cared.He cupped one of my breasts in each hand and tenderly squeezed them, squeezing warmth and arousal into me.I shut my eyes and sighed deeply.

“Mmm, nice tits,” he said, and I opened my eyes to see on his face a look of appreciation–or, dare I say it, lust–that thrilled me to know that I put it there.

I kicked out of my shoes and let Elliot go down on his knees, taking my slacks down with him.I stepped out of my slacks, and now only my panties and his thong lay between us, and the only things keeping us from being completely naked.A tremor of growing excitement surged through my body at that thought, which only grew when Elliot, still on his knees, pulled my panties down to my ankles and let me step out of them.He gazed up my body and fixed his eyes on my pubes, beneath which was a place where he would be the first man to go.The tremor in my body now became a wildfire.

He rose back to his feet and undid the strap on his thong, letting it fall to the floor between us.I looked down, and from out of the pouch that enclosed it, a thick shaft of flesh fell free, its head wrapped in foreskin.Elliot’s huge, formidable dick took on its full length and stiffness, extending out, aimed right at me, promising me the most unforgettable first experience I could ever have.

Elliot took one of my hands in his.He kissed the back of my hand and my wrist, and moved my hand down to the awesomeness between his legs.“Touch it,” he said as my fingertips grazed against it and my heart leapt at the feeling.“Touch and feel me all over.”He licked my lips and kissed me.I returned his kiss and began to move my fingers along the length of his hardened maleness.He said, “Go on.Feel.”He kissed me again, with his whole mouth enfolding mine, and I took hold of the immense root that was his erection.It was hot and throbbed in my hand, and I kissed him back with growing excitement.

As our mouths moved together and Elliot sucked my lips, he grabbed my bottom and squeezed it as he’d done my breasts, while with the other hand he explored the thatch of hair at the junction of my thighs and probed the most intimate place beneath it–a man touching my pussy for the first time.The arousal spiked inside me, and I moaned a little into his kiss. Elliot slipped his mouth from mine and started to kiss across my cheek and down to my neck, continuing with his fingers to probe my sex.I was filled with bursts and tingles of pleasure as he strummed at the folds of my opening.“Soft.Wet,” he half-whispered at me.“So, so nice.”

Hearing Elliot say what he meant to do to me while feeling me down there made me moan a little more loudly.I was further amazed at what my own feelings found.The dick that he promised to use on me was so big, so thick, so hot to my touch, with veins running its throbbing length.His balls were full and round and firm. H is ass so solidly muscular.This was truly the excellence that I’d held out for.It may even have been the perfection that I thought didn’t exist.

He lifted his head from kissing where my neck and shoulder met, and said, “Lie down.Let me see you.”

I obeyed.Whatever he wanted to do to me, I wanted.I stepped back to the sofa and lay down on it with one foot on the floor, resting my head on the arm of the couch, opening my legs, and presenting myself to him.Elliot licked his lips more like a wolf than a dragon and dropped to his knees by the sofa where my sex awaited him.He lowered his face between my thighs, and with two fingers he spread apart the lips that he’d so enjoyed caressing.He gazed at my opening and made a rumbling sound of appreciation, and I knew he must be looking at my intact maidenhead.“Mmm, fuck, yes,” he said, smiling appreciatively.

Elliot released my folds from his fingers and put his face down fully in the junction of my thighs.I felt a slippery wetness against my most tender parts, and my mind expanded in the greatest pleasure yet.Elliot began carefully to lick up and down the petals of my sex, tasting me and preparing me for something that would be even greater than that.He was being careful not to penetrate me with his tongue, and in some corner of my pleasure-soaked mind, I knew that he was saving that honor for the cock that would soon take my virginity away.

I whimpered, tossing my head back and forth, at what was happening to me.The most incredible dream of a man was actually licking my pussy.My stomach rose and fell with heavy, hot breaths.His tongue drove me into total joy.Carefully, so carefully, he used his fingers again to expose just the most sensitive part of me, and my whimpers turned to loud moans of unfolding wonder as Elliot found my clit and flicked the tip of his tongue against it.The pleasure of it made me shudder all over.I felt as if I were taking flight like a dragon, climbing up into a sky full of physical joy, until a feeling took hold of me like bursting through shimmering clouds.Suddenly it was as if I were the one shimmering, transforming not into a dragon but into a creature of pure ecstasy.Tossing back my head and arching my back, I poured out the indescribable sensation of goodness that filled me into a shout that hurled itself up to the high ceiling of the loft.My limbs and belly trembled with total delight.I found myself laughing in the midst of breathless panting.

Elliot lifted his face from my pussy and gazed up at me.I could only see his sexy grin through the haze in my brain from the amazing thing that had just happened.“I think you just had your first one,” Elliot said, and I knew what he meant.He had just brought me to my first orgasm.I exhaled deeply with the satisfaction of it.But as he rose to his feet and took his maleness in his hand, I knew that I was finally about to have the most mind-boggling experience of all.

He climbed up onto the sofa on his knees and lifted my legs up and around his hips.I let out a little post-orgasmic whimper as Elliot moved the head of his massive prick where his tongue had just been.And I held my breath for what was about to happen.He pulled back his ample foreskin and fully exposed the blunt crown of his cock head.He slid it up and down my opening once, twice, three times.I sucked my lower lip with anticipation.And then, Elliot eased the head of his cock between the curtains of my labia—and slipped his full, thick, throbbing length into my pussy.

“Ah, fuck, yes!” Elliot groaned, settling himself down on top of me.The hairs of his pecs tickled my breasts and nipples.His lips captured mine in another torrid kiss.And as I moaned deliciously into his kiss, Elliot began to pump his cock inside me.Pleasure exploded in my mind, and as he penetrated and stretched my inner reaches, I was seized by one rapturous thought.He’s fucking me!He’s fucking me!I wrapped my arms around him and submitted completely, letting his body and his cock possess me.

It felt as if my body were not big enough to contain all the pleasure that Elliot pumped into me with his strong thrusts and deep penetrations; the press of his hairy, heroically muscled frame on top of me; or the warm firmness of his balls against my mound.The tickle and rustle of his chest hair against my bosom, the wet sliding of his mouth against mine, and the sound of his ecstatic grunting as he pumped so hard and eagerly, all underscored the unbelievable, uncanny feeling of his cock stretching and filling my passage.I held on to him, clutching at his shoulders and his neck, feeling as if we would both go flying off the sofa without him having to go into his other form.That only made it feel that much more wonderful.My entire being felt greedy for Elliot’s body.His arms and shoulders weren’t enough to grab; while he fucked me on and on, I moved my hands up and down his back while sucking at his mouth and rubbing my thighs against his hips.I wanted to feel his every muscle while he drilled relentlessly with his dong deep into my pussy.

Elliot’s mouth slurped out of his kiss; and he groaned ecstatically at me, “You’re tight.So fucking tight…”In the sound of his intoxicated voice, I heard him loving being inside me as much as I had begun to worship his magnificent body.I was so wrong about perfection.It did exist.The one perfect thing in all the world, in any world, was Elliot’s body, the awesome and fantastic body that pressed me down into the sofa while his mammoth tool plunged inside me.My passionate athlete sounded as delirious as I felt.“So tight…Shit, so tight…”As tight as he found me, his prick was just so big.It was so huge; I couldn’t believe he could actually get it into me.And it made me feel absolutely delirious to have it moving relentlessly into my depths, with all the strength and stamina of his muscles.Lying under Elliot, wrapped around him, I was learning what it was to be fucked, as no other man could ever fuck me.

My body didn’t feel big enough to contain all the surpassing pleasure and passion that Elliot pumped into me with the increasingly fast and hard thrusts of his cock.My ears rang with the pounding of my own blood, the impacts of his crotch against me, and our combined voices as we moaned loudly together, seized by ecstasy.It seemed as if the pleasure were pouring out of our skin in luminous beams.Somewhere in those sounds of joy that we made, I heard Elliot cry out, “Oh, shit!Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come!I’m gonna come!”

Now my heart galloped with a growing excitement.Every stroke of his throbbing dick inside me and every blow of his crotch against me drove me into ever more of a frenzy, knowing that Elliot’s moment was getting close.He kissed me hard and pumped his dick harder, until he tore his mouth from mine and let out a roar like some unknown beast that was neither man nor dragon.Deep inside me was the hottest throb I had felt yet, and he held his cock all the way in me and ground his crotch against me in a way that made me wail with the most maddeningly wonderful pleasure of all.And though I had never had a cock inside me until now, I knew that Elliot must be pouring out his cum into my pussy.With teeth clenched and voice rumbling from his throat, he was emptying his big balls into me, filling my sex with his cream.

Long seconds passed with Elliot’s shaft lodged all the way inside my pussy.His breathing slowed.He lowered his face back to mine and whispered in a drunken, happy voice, “Shit, that was good.”He pecked at my lips and a vibration of joy went through my body.“Damn,” he murmured.“So, so good.”

I whimpered with delight at him, “Don’t take it out.Your dick feels so good.Don’t take it out.”

He chuckled lustily, “I don’t want to, babe.”He pecked at my lips again.“Shit, I don’t want to.”And he began pumping again with his still-hard prick.“It’s so fucking good…”

Elliot went on fucking me with his lingering erection until it slowly softened and slipped out of me.We both groaned with satisfaction as he finally pulled out.He settled down next to me and held me close, and we grew still and quiet.

As Elliot and I lay naked in each other’s arms, I ran my fingers along the warm contours of his muscles and admired his flaccid but still wonderfully large cock resting against his thigh, spent and soft but still exuding a tiny stream of cum onto his skin.I basked in the pleasure that his body and his dick had given me, feeling as if little sparkles of light were dancing on my skin.He softly kissed me across my forehead, down my nose, and on my lips, while fondling my still-hard nipples with his fingertips.“How do you feel?” he asked me.

Sighing, I replied, “Like a new person.”

“I understand,” said Elliot.“Your first time does make you feel like someone new.”He gazed into my eyes.“And someone better, I hope?”

The query made me suddenly not want to look right at this most incredibly beautiful man who had just done this incredibly beautiful and passionate thing to me.I turned my eyes away and looked off, but he put his fingers under my chin and turned my face back to his.“What?” he asked.

“Elliot,” I asked in a trembling voice, “was I…?I mean, was it really as good as…?”Hating myself for stumbling over my own words, I feebly said, “Elliot, I know you’re used to more experienced women…”

He smiled–not a mocking or condescending smile, but a smile of kindness and sincerity.He pecked a kiss on my lips.

“Trust me.I mean it.I promise you,” he said, “that was really good.Really.”

“Really?”

“No kidding.And listen, honestly, if you hadn’t told me you were still a virgin, and I hadn’t seen that, you know, your cherry was still there, I would never have known you’d never been fucked before.The way you responded to me, I couldn’t tell.”He tenderly brushed a lock of my hair from over my eyebrow.“And I’m glad to be the first guy to have you.Really, very glad.It was special.And I want more.A lot more.”He kissed my forehead.“Spend the night with me,” he said.

I blinked.“The whole night?”

“The whole night,” he replied with a grin.“Let me take you to my bed.Have me, and let me fuck you, all night.”

“Oh, Elliot,” I said, my heart speeding up and my skin feeling hot at the thought of it.He kissed me again, sweetly, intently.I grazed my hand through the hairs of his chest.Then, another thought came to me.I pulled back from the kiss, gazing into his eyes, another question on my mind.

“What?” he asked.

“After tonight…what then?”

“Then,” he said, grinning sexily, teasing my nipple again, “we wake up together in the morning and have fun in bed and again in the shower.Believe me, it’s fun in the shower.Then after that I have to get ready for my race, and I have to leave.But…”

“ ‘But…’?”

He grinned wider.“But you’re on break this week.How would you like to spend the rest of the week with me?In my bed?”

My brows raised and my eyes widened in excitement.“Really?”

“Really!”

Thrilled more than ever, I said, “Oh, Elliot!”And I kissed him, a kiss that he returned with his tongue in my mouth and his arms wrapped tight around me.Elliot lifted his thigh and rubbed its hairy muscles against my leg, and I felt his cock growing stiff again.

“I gather that’s a yes,” he said, breaking the kiss.

“Yes!” I answered.

Elliot chuckled.He rose up from the sofa and stood over me.I saw his returning erection looming over me and relished the thought of what he’d promised to do to me with it for the hours and hours that would follow.I took his outstretched hand and let him help me up.Then I let out an excited little whoop as he swept me up in his arms and carried me out of the living room to his waiting bedroom.