Page 18 of Hallow’s Eve
On his knees, his tongue darted out as his hands took my knees to spread my legs wide open. His warm tongue hit my clit, causing me to wobble on weak legs. As he licked, he steered my legs over his shoulders one by one. Lord have mercy. Hallow’s mouth widened as he wolfed my whole pussy. He ate me like a pig eating sweet potato pie. Leaning against the door, I let my head fall back as he pleasured me. I held onto the hair on his head as he worked his tongue just right until I came. It hadn’t taken long. I howled at the moon, like a loon. Removing my legs, Hallow came up my body and undid his belt.
I about died. “Now hold your horses,” I panted out. I didn’t know if I was ready for all that.
My words didn’t stop Hallow from drawing out a massive dick. No, I wasn’t ready for all that dick. His cock was glorious, just as gorgeous as the man, but was it the right dick? If not his who’s? I wondered. What was I waiting for? His body pressed against mine, dick and all. Skin to skin, he felt so nice. Regardless, my nerves were tore up. Hallow took my uninjured hand and placed it on his thick rod. I couldn’t wrap my fingers around it, not completely. Hot and hard in my hands, his cock throbbed. Hallow kissed my neck and rocked his hips gently making his dick slide in and out of my grip. My breathing heavy from just getting off, I quivered, thinking of his cock probing my insides. The thought both enticed and frightened me.
His hot breath tickled my ear. “Are you ready?”
“No,” I puffed.
“Don’t think you can handle this big dick?” Hallow purred.
“No. I ain’t done this before,” I whispered into his ear.
“You’ve got to be shitting me.”
“Honest to God.”
Unexpectedly, Hallow’s finger slipped inside me.
Him poking me sent reminders of my climax through me. I squeezed his cock.
“Fuck, you’re telling the truth,” he groaned.
“Why would I lie?”
“To turn me on.” He moved his hand more and really flipped my libido back on. “You’ve never done anything?” he asked, into my neck.
“I’ve had orgasms.”
“You’ve never had anything inside you?”
“No. Not until just now.”
“My finger is barely in. Not even a dildo?”
“No.” Lord, this was embarrassing.
“Ever had a man eat your pussy before?”
“No,” I said, blushing. “Not before you.”
“Ever sucked a cock?”
“Kind of. I’m really inexperienced.”
Hallow froze. “How old are you?”
My hand opened and his dick fell away. Lordy. We knew nothing about one another, and I’d been debating letting this man take my virginity. Here I was panties down and dress up in the employee break room, a half-naked man against me. Was I drunk? Surely not, although I’d downed that jack and coke moments ago and had a few beers tonight. Warm all over, my face felt hot, but I’d just had a terrific orgasm. Even under Hallow’s spell, my head felt clear enough even though my nerves weren’t quite as bad as usual. “I’m twenty but turning twenty-one in December,” I answered him.
Hallow chuckled like that was a surprise. “At least you’re legal.” His hand moved again.
“Not to drink,” I squeaked as he got a little rough.
Hallow slowed his finger again. “You’re not drunk, are you?”
“No. I ain’t,” I said, but I knew that the alcohol had lifted some fear in me. “Are you? How old are you? How many sexual partners have you had?”
“No. I’m not drunk. Twenty-eight, and no one’s ever asked me that before.” His movements quickened, and I felt he was fucking me with his hand.
