Violet, the rules of Room 367 (part two)
Violet and I start to explore a place where we both have not been for a very long time but want to even though it is something hidden in the forgotten recess of our mind. Our connection becomes dynamic and we enter the realm of the unacceptable, except that it becomes the unavoidable descent into our sexual psyche. This slow erotic dance we start becomes a freight train that we cannot stop and it hits us like blinded deer on the tracks, so mesmerized by the brilliant light of passion that we cannot move out of the way. We are no longer ourselves, Violet has become something she was, and me something I want to be.
I love being with this woman. She makes me feel so alive, so passionate. We connect like we have been have been making love our entire lives. This was not two hours, it was an eternity.
“I was walking after midnight
Yeah, out in the moonlight
The way we used to do”
“What is your favorite position?” she asked me.
“I like to be on top” I said.
“Good, that is my favorite also. Even with all of the other possibilities, I like it the best.”
She was laying on her back now, and I kneeled between her. I took my hand and started to stroke my penis. She was watching while I did that, smiling. I bent forward.
“Take my cock and guide me into you”.
She took my penis in my hand and led it towards her pussy. I could feel her opening and started to push. She was very tight and I had to force myself into her. Then I could feel it pop in. I rested there for a moment then I slowly pushed into her as far as I could go. She moaned deeply.
“I'm always walking after midnight
Searching for you”
I took her arms and pulled them up over her head. I lay quietly for a moment looking into her eyes. I took my tongue and started to lick her armpits. First the left one, then the right one. I reached down and took her nipple into my mount, first sucking one, then the other. I started to kiss her mouth and then started to slowly stroke in and out of her.
It went on slowly for a while, then we started to pick up the pace. She was now being very vocal. I love the way she makes noise.
I was stroking her very hard now. She was getting more vocal, her body moving more and more. Every time I thrust into her, she returned it with as much force. She was moving more and more.
“If you keep this up, I am going to cum” she exclaimed.
“Good” I said. “Cum as hard as you can. I am not going to stop. I am going to fuck you as hard as I can until you do”.
I really started to thrust into her then. She was thrusting back as hard as I could give. She wrapped her legs around me and every time I pulled back, she pulled me back into her pussy with those powerful legs. Her eyes where saying “No damn way, get that cock back in me”.
Then she came. It was wondrous. Her backed arched, her body started to shake, her face grimaced and she moaned like she had not been fucked for a month.
“I walk for miles along the highway
searching for you”
I laid on top of her, not pulling out. It felt too damn good.
“There is something that I did not mention in the PM’s” I said. “There was something I wanted you to bring, but I was worried that if I had asked you, you would have said no way, this guy is a wako and I want no part of what he wants, or him”.
“It is very naughty” I said, “very naughty indeed.”
She is smiling all the time, wondering with her eyes what it is. But not asking. I am still inside of her, very hard, and seemingly getting harder by the moment.
“Would you like me to tell you what it is?” I finally asked her.
“Yes, I do, very much so.”
I swallowed. My mouth was dry and my heart was beating harder.
“Well, I wanted you to wear the clothes you where wearing on the night you lost your virginity, I wanted you to wear them for me.”
I will never forget the smile she had on her face at that moment. Nor will I soon forget what she said.
“I still have them, panties, bra and jeans. If you had asked me, I would have worn them for you”.
I don’t know how I was able to keep myself from cumming right there and then. I swear my cock was ready to bust out of its skin.
“And they still fit” she said. “I was not much smaller then than I am now.”
I was thinking that must have been just a few years ago and that she is a late bloomer. Maybe she was as young as 16. The thought of that was making me stroke into her again, but slowly. I did not want to cum yet and it was taking a great deal of self control.
Now, do I have the guts to ask her if she will tell me about it. Fucking her while tells me that story would be amazing. I love it when women tell me about them having sex with other men. The only thing I enjoy more is watching women get fucked by other men.
“Can I ask you something?” I begged.
“You can ask me anything” she replied.
“Will you tell me about the first time you had sex” I said.
It was not an easy thing to say, but it was also not possible to keep it unsaid at that point. I was now stroking into her harder and harder.
“Ok, she said”.
“How old where you?”
“12 or 13” she replied.
I think I stopped breathing for a moment when she said that.
“Tell me all about it, I want to know everything.” I said.
“I was at a girls camp for a summer vacation. There was a guy working there as a grounds keeper. I knew him because he lived just down the street from me at home. He was working one day in one of the sheds. I followed him in to the shed and started to talk to him. I got closer and closer to him. I put my arms around him and pushed myself between his legs. I could feel him get hard and rubbed my clit against him. He started to respond, but panicked and got up and left the shed.”
The whole time she is telling me I am stroking into her, harder and harder.
“I'm always walking after midnight
Yeah, out in the moonlight
Hoping you may be
Somewhere a-walking after midnight”
“He stayed away from me for the rest of the time at camp. When I got home, I went over to his house to see him. He sort of ignored me, but I kept going over. He was in the garage one night and I walked in. I told him I wanted him to have sex with me. That I was ready for it and I wanted him to be my first. He took me by my hand and we went out in a park that was behind our houses. There was a table there. He pulled my panties down and bent me over the table. He tried to fuck me from behind, pushing harder and harder, but it would not go in. I was pushing back towards him, but it was not working.”
While she is telling me this, I am pushing harder and harder into her. I can feel that I am getting ready to cum. I am not sure I can wait for the end of the story or not. I am so close.
“He then got me to lay down on the grass” she said. “he got on top of me and put his penis up against my pussy.”
I pulled back until my penis was just outside of her.
“Ya, his cock was right there, it felt just like that” she moaned.
“What did he do then?” I pleaded.
“He drove his cock into me as hard as he could” she groaned.
“LIKE THIS!!?” I yelled as I drove into her with all of my might.
“YES, LIKE THAT”
“NOW, FUCK ME AS HARD AS HE DID….FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME” she yelled.
I was stroking as hard as I could, time after time. I was holding her hands above her head, looking into her eyes.
“I'm always walking after midnight
Yeah, out in the moonlight
Hoping you may be
Somewhere a-walking after midnight”
Here I was, in my mind, fucking her on the night that she lost her virginity. She was 13 and I was going straight to hell. We where locked in a vicious thrust exercise. Both of us fucking as hard as we could and the sweat was pouring from our bodies.
I gave one final last thrust, and with it, all of my energy, all of my inhibitions, all of my pride, all of my decency. She thrust back with all of her passion, all of her innocence, all of her desire. We both got something at that moment. Me, the passionate virgin all men seek, but that does not exist. Her, once more starting all over, but this time, with the knowledge that you do not have the first time you do something.
What a trade we made at that moment, my decency for her lost virginity.
I fall on top of her, breathing like a dog run to ground. All energy sapped from my body.
She says this is a first for her. I mention the song that was playing, and that she would never be able to listen to it without thinking about the time I took her virginity away. She laughed and said yes, you are right.
“I'm always walking after midnight
Yeah, out in the moonlight
Hoping you may be
Somewhere a-walking after midnight
Searching for me
I'm always walking after midnight
Searching for you”
She is hot and sweating. I put a piece of ice in my mouth and start to run it over body with my lips. I take it out and run the ice over her body with my hand to cool her off; she starts to shiver and her body quakes like she is having mini orgasms. She comments how it feels so very strange to feel both the heat and cold. The ice melts very quickly. Almost as quickly as my heart.
I stand up and look at her. The water and her sweat are running together in little rivulets off of her body onto the bed. Her hair is matted and wet from sweating. She looks so thoroughly fucked, so thoroughly satisfied, so thoroughly a woman.
We talk, and agree that it was fabulous.
“I have never done that before” she said.
“Thank you for sharing it with me” I said.
We agree that the next time we meet, she is going to wear that clothes, and I am going to deflower her, again.
But that is another story for another time.
Thank you, dear Violet. I a wait our next meeting, but his time, we will have more time together. Two hours was not long enough for me. I am not sure any lenght of time would be long enough.
Violet and I start to explore a place where we both have not been for a very long time but want to even though it is something hidden in the forgotten recess of our mind. Our connection becomes dynamic and we enter the realm of the unacceptable, except that it becomes the unavoidable descent into our sexual psyche. This slow erotic dance we start becomes a freight train that we cannot stop and it hits us like blinded deer on the tracks, so mesmerized by the brilliant light of passion that we cannot move out of the way. We are no longer ourselves, Violet has become something she was, and me something I want to be.
I love being with this woman. She makes me feel so alive, so passionate. We connect like we have been have been making love our entire lives. This was not two hours, it was an eternity.
“I was walking after midnight
Yeah, out in the moonlight
The way we used to do”
“What is your favorite position?” she asked me.
“I like to be on top” I said.
“Good, that is my favorite also. Even with all of the other possibilities, I like it the best.”
She was laying on her back now, and I kneeled between her. I took my hand and started to stroke my penis. She was watching while I did that, smiling. I bent forward.
“Take my cock and guide me into you”.
She took my penis in my hand and led it towards her pussy. I could feel her opening and started to push. She was very tight and I had to force myself into her. Then I could feel it pop in. I rested there for a moment then I slowly pushed into her as far as I could go. She moaned deeply.
“I'm always walking after midnight
Searching for you”
I took her arms and pulled them up over her head. I lay quietly for a moment looking into her eyes. I took my tongue and started to lick her armpits. First the left one, then the right one. I reached down and took her nipple into my mount, first sucking one, then the other. I started to kiss her mouth and then started to slowly stroke in and out of her.
It went on slowly for a while, then we started to pick up the pace. She was now being very vocal. I love the way she makes noise.
I was stroking her very hard now. She was getting more vocal, her body moving more and more. Every time I thrust into her, she returned it with as much force. She was moving more and more.
“If you keep this up, I am going to cum” she exclaimed.
“Good” I said. “Cum as hard as you can. I am not going to stop. I am going to fuck you as hard as I can until you do”.
I really started to thrust into her then. She was thrusting back as hard as I could give. She wrapped her legs around me and every time I pulled back, she pulled me back into her pussy with those powerful legs. Her eyes where saying “No damn way, get that cock back in me”.
Then she came. It was wondrous. Her backed arched, her body started to shake, her face grimaced and she moaned like she had not been fucked for a month.
“I walk for miles along the highway
searching for you”
I laid on top of her, not pulling out. It felt too damn good.
“There is something that I did not mention in the PM’s” I said. “There was something I wanted you to bring, but I was worried that if I had asked you, you would have said no way, this guy is a wako and I want no part of what he wants, or him”.
“It is very naughty” I said, “very naughty indeed.”
She is smiling all the time, wondering with her eyes what it is. But not asking. I am still inside of her, very hard, and seemingly getting harder by the moment.
“Would you like me to tell you what it is?” I finally asked her.
“Yes, I do, very much so.”
I swallowed. My mouth was dry and my heart was beating harder.
“Well, I wanted you to wear the clothes you where wearing on the night you lost your virginity, I wanted you to wear them for me.”
I will never forget the smile she had on her face at that moment. Nor will I soon forget what she said.
“I still have them, panties, bra and jeans. If you had asked me, I would have worn them for you”.
I don’t know how I was able to keep myself from cumming right there and then. I swear my cock was ready to bust out of its skin.
“And they still fit” she said. “I was not much smaller then than I am now.”
I was thinking that must have been just a few years ago and that she is a late bloomer. Maybe she was as young as 16. The thought of that was making me stroke into her again, but slowly. I did not want to cum yet and it was taking a great deal of self control.
Now, do I have the guts to ask her if she will tell me about it. Fucking her while tells me that story would be amazing. I love it when women tell me about them having sex with other men. The only thing I enjoy more is watching women get fucked by other men.
“Can I ask you something?” I begged.
“You can ask me anything” she replied.
“Will you tell me about the first time you had sex” I said.
It was not an easy thing to say, but it was also not possible to keep it unsaid at that point. I was now stroking into her harder and harder.
“Ok, she said”.
“How old where you?”
“12 or 13” she replied.
I think I stopped breathing for a moment when she said that.
“Tell me all about it, I want to know everything.” I said.
“I was at a girls camp for a summer vacation. There was a guy working there as a grounds keeper. I knew him because he lived just down the street from me at home. He was working one day in one of the sheds. I followed him in to the shed and started to talk to him. I got closer and closer to him. I put my arms around him and pushed myself between his legs. I could feel him get hard and rubbed my clit against him. He started to respond, but panicked and got up and left the shed.”
The whole time she is telling me I am stroking into her, harder and harder.
“I'm always walking after midnight
Yeah, out in the moonlight
Hoping you may be
Somewhere a-walking after midnight”
“He stayed away from me for the rest of the time at camp. When I got home, I went over to his house to see him. He sort of ignored me, but I kept going over. He was in the garage one night and I walked in. I told him I wanted him to have sex with me. That I was ready for it and I wanted him to be my first. He took me by my hand and we went out in a park that was behind our houses. There was a table there. He pulled my panties down and bent me over the table. He tried to fuck me from behind, pushing harder and harder, but it would not go in. I was pushing back towards him, but it was not working.”
While she is telling me this, I am pushing harder and harder into her. I can feel that I am getting ready to cum. I am not sure I can wait for the end of the story or not. I am so close.
“He then got me to lay down on the grass” she said. “he got on top of me and put his penis up against my pussy.”
I pulled back until my penis was just outside of her.
“Ya, his cock was right there, it felt just like that” she moaned.
“What did he do then?” I pleaded.
“He drove his cock into me as hard as he could” she groaned.
“LIKE THIS!!?” I yelled as I drove into her with all of my might.
“YES, LIKE THAT”
“NOW, FUCK ME AS HARD AS HE DID….FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME” she yelled.
I was stroking as hard as I could, time after time. I was holding her hands above her head, looking into her eyes.
“I'm always walking after midnight
Yeah, out in the moonlight
Hoping you may be
Somewhere a-walking after midnight”
Here I was, in my mind, fucking her on the night that she lost her virginity. She was 13 and I was going straight to hell. We where locked in a vicious thrust exercise. Both of us fucking as hard as we could and the sweat was pouring from our bodies.
I gave one final last thrust, and with it, all of my energy, all of my inhibitions, all of my pride, all of my decency. She thrust back with all of her passion, all of her innocence, all of her desire. We both got something at that moment. Me, the passionate virgin all men seek, but that does not exist. Her, once more starting all over, but this time, with the knowledge that you do not have the first time you do something.
What a trade we made at that moment, my decency for her lost virginity.
I fall on top of her, breathing like a dog run to ground. All energy sapped from my body.
She says this is a first for her. I mention the song that was playing, and that she would never be able to listen to it without thinking about the time I took her virginity away. She laughed and said yes, you are right.
“I'm always walking after midnight
Yeah, out in the moonlight
Hoping you may be
Somewhere a-walking after midnight
Searching for me
I'm always walking after midnight
Searching for you”
She is hot and sweating. I put a piece of ice in my mouth and start to run it over body with my lips. I take it out and run the ice over her body with my hand to cool her off; she starts to shiver and her body quakes like she is having mini orgasms. She comments how it feels so very strange to feel both the heat and cold. The ice melts very quickly. Almost as quickly as my heart.
I stand up and look at her. The water and her sweat are running together in little rivulets off of her body onto the bed. Her hair is matted and wet from sweating. She looks so thoroughly fucked, so thoroughly satisfied, so thoroughly a woman.
We talk, and agree that it was fabulous.
“I have never done that before” she said.
“Thank you for sharing it with me” I said.
We agree that the next time we meet, she is going to wear that clothes, and I am going to deflower her, again.
But that is another story for another time.
Thank you, dear Violet. I a wait our next meeting, but his time, we will have more time together. Two hours was not long enough for me. I am not sure any lenght of time would be long enough.
