Old Scars (closed)

[Apollo Wilde]

Laughing, she scampered from under the table. The minute the plates were cleared, she laid down on the top of the table, attempting the sexiest look that she could muster.

Propping herself up on her elbows, when he turned to face her again, she slowly spread her legs in front of him, exposing her glistening sex and the dark pink of her folds. Reaching between her legs, she ran a finger along the length of her slit, pressing at the soft pink nub of her clitoris.

 

[DrStein]

Mark came up to the table until he was standing between her legs. That's when his hand reached out. He smeared syrup all over her nipples, then trailed a little down her stomach, and smeared the rest on her lower lips. Without a word in response to the surprised squeal she gave, he leaned forward and licked her nipples clean. He then cleaned up the trail going down her stomach until finally he knelt in front of her and licked her pussy lips. His strong hands grabbed her ankles, leaving her helpless to move away from him. All she could do was lie there and squirm against his tongue.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

His lips soft against her nipples, she gasped in pleasure, arching her back off the table. Her nipples were extremely sensitive - any attention he paid to them, she felt like she was on Heaven's doorstep.

By far, the biggest turn on with Mark so far was his utter large-ness and his strength. There was no fighting him - he had her pinned like a butterfly in a display case, and she loved every moment of it. Only in the darkest desires in the corners of her mind had she indulged this, and now...he was doing it to her.

His name left her lips in a soft whimper, sounding almost tearful.

 

[DrStein]

After a minute of eating her out, Mark withdrew and rose back up to his full height, lifting Lily's legs with him. He held fast to her ankles and prodded his cock forward, rubbing it up and down her slit. He wasn't letting go of her legs, and he looked at her expectantly to guide him in. He noticed how much she seemed to enjoy letting him take control. "You like to be helpless like this, don't you?" he asked. There was nothing gloating or judgmental in his voice, only warmth. He wanted to know only because he wanted to make her happy.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Her dark face flushed, and she refused to meet his eyes. Looking away, she sighed. It was embarrassing being caught on the spot like this, in the midst of one of her darker desires. Well, not quite the darkest – she doubted he’d tie her up on this table. But his voice held no malice – only a kind curiosity. That alone helped her to look back at him. She nodded, her face still flushed with both desire and embarrassment.

Looking up at him, she was struck again by how handsome he was. And to think, someone so beautiful carried around such a burden! People were such interesting creatures…

She reached down between their bodies, and her hand grasped his phallus. She did not move her hand for a long moment, just savoring the feel of his large cock. He was so big, so wide, so warm…Trailing her fingers lightly across the underside of his shaft, she idly traced a circle around the smoother flesh of his head, still slick from her earlier blowjob. Letting her hand slip back down, she gently guided him to her wet opening.

 

[DrStein]

It seemed he had touched a nerve there. She wasn't upset with him, but Mark could tell from the way her face flushed that it wasn't something she usually spoke of. He slowly pushed his way into her, giving her time to adjust to him and for his own head to clear as he shuddered as one inch after another slid into her body.

When he was finally buried in her, Mark looked down at her body, writhing in pleasure. "Lily, look at me." He smiled at her with tenderness in his eyes. "I'm not trying to embarrass you. I just want to know what I can do to make you happy. Everybody's got their kinks, right? If there's something you want me to do, just ask. I'll try anything once. Okay?" He meant every word. He really did want to make her happy. He wanted to fulfill her fantasies. She had told him how little she had dated and he wanted to be the one to help her make up for that time alone.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

She sighed as he slid into her, her back arching to lift her hips up to his to help him enter her.

Smiling, she shifted beneath him, and wrapped her arms about his neck, pulling him down and closer to her. “Okay,” she said softly. Then, with a wicked grin, she pressed her lips to his fiercely. “Let’s break this table. I’ll buy you a new one.”

She wanted for him to let go with her. She knew he was worried about the differences in size (and who wouldn’t be; so was she), but she wanted to know how he really felt. The intensity of the night before she felt like was just scratching the surface. Sometimes when you didn’t have the words for something, it was easier to let your body to do the speaking for you. A few more sessions with him, she would learn his body, learn how to move with it better, how to coax the same sounds out of him that he did with her.

True, she didn't have much dating experience - but she was still a woman with the same desires, despite her small stature and what people may have thought of it or her. He was the first man in a very long time that she felt like just losing herself in, and she was going to take that opportunity.

 

[DrStein]

Mark pursed his lips at first, unsure. He was proud of his strength, but had also spent a lifetime learning restraint. He needed to be careful with people as one wrong move could seriously hurt them. And he'd been in enough fights to know just how easy it was to make one of those wrong moves. But Lily would tell him if anything was wrong. She would let him know if he needed to stop. He nodded. "Better get a good grip on the table then."

Still holding tight to her ankles, Mark widened his stance slightly and began to thrust. Slowly at first, but he soon picked up speed until he was pounding her like pile driver. His breathing was quick and shallow, his head down and his brow knit as he tried to focus through the intense haze of pleasure enough to give her what she wanted while maintaining enough control not to make a mistake.

How had he gone in a week from going to sleep alone and wondering if it was his fate to be that way... to this? Perhaps he really had atoned for his crime and that dark moment when he wanted to kill another man from sheer rage. Perhaps it was finally over. He had to have done something right to deserve to have Lily in his life.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

She knew what she was asking of him. In the back of her mind, she had wanted for him to get to the point where he felt like he could let go without even asking her. Despite her small body, she knew she had the strength to support him.

But, on the same hand, with him being so inactive, he would probably need that little extra...push.

Reaching to the sides of the table, she got a firm grasp. With his first pump into her, her eyelids fluttered and a sigh escaped from her parted lips. It felt as if he was returning home, and before his thrusts got too earnest, she reveled in the feeling.

And then he went to town on her. She could feel the table quaking under her, the rickety legs squealing in protest. Above it, there was the solid sound of flesh on flesh, and despite the pleasure clawing her insides, enticing her to scream over and over, she began to laugh, just carried away with the moment and his body over hers. There was nothing mocking in it - it was overjoyed, tearful, ecstatic. It called him to laugh with her, to enjoy the moment, to let go.

 

[DrStein]

Mark was surprised to hear her laughter. It was a strange contrast to her passionate screams last night. He could see tears of pleasure running from her eyes and his heart climbed a little higher knowing he could bring her this kind of joy.

He wondered if they actually would end up breaking the table. Whoever was living downstairs was probably wondering what the hell the noise was and that made him bark out a short laugh. He set his mind to it and just kept hammering away Lily. He wanted to hear and see her orgasm as much as feel it.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Lily wasn't the type of girl that would issue a challenge and then back away from it. Admittedly, she was at a disadvantage; he held her legs, and thus had more control. She did her best by raising her hips eagerly into his, testing the grip that he had on her ankles.

No easy feat, as she was trying to hang on to the table as well. If she let go, there was a good chance with the way that Mark was hammering her that he'd knock her, and the table over in one fell swoop. Not that it wouldn't be just as amusing; it was just more likely that she may not land as nicely as she wanted.

From the base of her spine, she could feel her orgasm building, and her grip on the table was weakening. "Mark," she stammered out, unable to really say much more than his name. He had that effect on her. Her body tightened, contorted under his, and she shrieked his name in pleasure.

In the moment that she reached that peak, well, she let go of the table. Under the force of his thrusts, the table rocked dangerously under her, tilting further and further on one of its much abused legs. "Don't stop," she said, almost a demand. She had just came, true, but it didn't mean that she was done. The first time...well...that was really to take the edge off. To get to know him, who he was. At that point, she was still shy - didn't know what to make of him or the situation. But now that she had a taste, she wasn't going to let it go any time soon.

 

[DrStein]

Lily was demanding more, but Mark had enough presence of mind to see that the table couldn't handle anymore. Another few thrusts and it would break and Lily would come crashing down with it. He let go of her ankles, put his hands at her sides and lifted her up and off the table. This had the effect of causing her body weight to drive her down on his cock.

Mark took a couple steps back to steady his balance and get his head to stop spinning from pleasure. The fact that he was able to fit at all was remarkable. With gravity driving Lily down onto him he had to wonder if he was hurting her. He experimentally bucked his hips, causing her to bounce up on his shaft before sinking back down again. One hand gripped her ass while the other splayed out over her back to steady her. He looked down into her eyes to see her reaction to the new position.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

There was her laugh again!

She felt completely....full and safe in his arms. It had only taken him a moment to sweep her up in his arms, and just the fact that she was still there, he was still there, it made her gooey all over again. She dripped down his shaft, her arousal from the new position mingling with her fluids from her earlier orgasm.

"God, Mark, I should have talked to you sooner," she said, her voice muffled by his shoulder as she buried her face there. His sweat dampened hair clung to her cheeks, to her face, to her neck, and she gently bit down on his shoulder.

"Fuck," she said softly. Lily didn't swear much. It wasn't in her nature. When she did, it was serious business. She was at a loss for anything else to say with him buried so deep inside of her. Even though he had a firm grip on her, she wrapped her legs around his chest, rolling her hips into his.

 

[DrStein]

Mark didn't have much of a problem holding up Lily's body weight. But keeping his center of gravity would be the tricky part. He carried her into the living room and sat down heavily on the couch. He smiled at her, giving her the go ahead to lead.

One hand took a firm hold on her ass while the other rubbed and squeezed one of her small, pert breasts with his calloused thumb rubbing her nipple. "I think the couch can handle this better than the table, right?" He bucked his hips up to give her a sharp thrust of his cock, smiling at the look on her face when he did so.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

The inherent strength in Mark's arms and body was possibly the biggest thrill that Lily had ever experienced sexually. As he picked her up with ease, her face never left the tender joining of his neck and shoulder, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

It was silly. Maybe she was just blinded by the haze of arousal and the smell of sex, but she felt something stirring deeper within her chest. Clinging to him, her fingers slipped across the slick flesh, and she sighed, close to his ear. She wanted to say it, wanted to be just caught up in the moment and let him know, but that's how she'd gotten in trouble before. That's when things got confusing.

And it wasn't like things weren't barreling ahead swifter than she had ever imagined. As desperate as she was to take that plunge and just swim in the depth of her emotion that welled freely, she couldn't. Not this soon.

When he sat down on the couch, her body was jostled against his, and just that quick, she was reminded that he was buried deeply inside of her, deeper than anyone else. Funny how it felt so natural that she had almost forgotten that they were joined. Just that little push, and little stars danced against the back of her eyelids, and her hips began to move of their own accord again. She eagerly began to ride him, taking it slower this time, sliding her little lithe body with ease up the great length of his shaft, to move agonizingly slow back down it. This position put pressure in different places, and she had to take it differently.

 

[DrStein]

Mark let out a throaty groan as Lily began to ride him. He dropped his head back against the couch and closed his eyes. His hands both came to her breasts and thumbed her nipples. He remembered a few minutes ago how much she seemed to enjoy that and he wanted her to feel as good as he did.

Mark had been with his share of women in the past. But Lily was an enthusiastic lover with energy and passion to spare. Every movement, every tension of a muscle from her rippled throughout the two of them. He had never wanted a woman this much before. "God that feels good, baby." His voice was barely more than a whisper, a husky breath of passion. He started rolling hips to match her slow rhythm, burying himself as deep as he could every time she sank down on him.

He lifted his head up again and smiled at her. "Whatever you want me to do to you... just ask."

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Smiling, she wrapped her arms around his neck, steeling herself as she continued to move slowly up and down his shaft. The very largeness of him was mind-boggling. She wasn't rushing towards a finish line this time with him - rather, she wanted to slow it down, really savor what was happening. The orgasm from the table was more of a, "Let's take the edge off." This was more serious business.

His voice husky in her ear, her body shivered, and she stopped. She had settled herself firmly on his cock again, taking him in fully. His sack was damp, pressed flush against her pussy. Wrapping her legs about his waist loosely, she rolled her hips into his, without letting an inch of his thick flesh slip from hers.

"The feeling is mutual," she whispered softly against his ear.

 

[DrStein]

She wanted to take it slow. Mark couldn't blame her. He knew that his strength alone could be a bit overwhelming. He just relaxed into the couch and let her lead. His hands gently caressed her body as she rocked on and ground against him. He let his eyes drift closed and took long, deep breaths to keep himself steady. The morning was drawing toward its final hours, but there was still a haze over everything that gave it a lazy sensuality.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Rolling her small body back into the wide expanse of his hands, she sighed, both in pleasure and in contentment. Even with his cock buried balls deep, she showed no signs of discomfort. Rotating her hips on top of him, she moved back and forth, slowly, slowly tightening and releasing him in turn.

It would be close to impossible for her to slide up and down his cock - he was too large for that. Instead, all she could really do was grind on him. Even on his lap, he dwarfed her in height. Tilting her head up, she gently kissed his chin, looking to capture his lips.

 

[DrStein]

Mark rolled his hips to help her as she clamped onto him like a vise. When she kissed his jaw, he lowered his head and captured her lips with his. It was an uncomfortable position for his neck, but nothing he wasn't used to. His height had presented a lot of problems for him over the years. By the time he was 16 he was already over 6' tall. Before long he just got used to having to twist himself into unusual shapes in order to accommodate the rest of the world.

He decided to try something. He had just learned that Lily enjoyed feeling helpless, so maybe add a little of that. His hands went down to her and gently lifted her up, letting his cock slide an inch or two of her. Then, just as slowly, he lowered her back down onto him.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

She squirmed - but not too hard.

Of course, it would be silly to think that she was anything but under his control. Not only due to his size, and strength, but because she wanted to be. Lily was one of the most trusting in her family, and sure, it had landed her in a few hot spots, but sometimes, like now, it paid off millionfold.

“Mark...” his name was drawn out as she breathed it in his ear. If he kept treating her like this, she wouldn’t last too much longer. Her arms tightening about his neck, she lifted herself as much as she could off of him to deepen the kiss.

 

[DrStein]

Mark continued to lift her up off his cock only to lower her back down again. He gave her ass a firm squeeze on each trip up, releasing her as she descended. He just kept the rhythm going. She was clenching tightly around him. Such a tiny thing having to accept some as large as he was. The contrast between them was almost cartoonish. He rolled hips to match the rhythm, grinding his shaft inside of her already stretched out depths.

He wasn't able to hold on any longer. He finally lowered Lily all the way down on his cock and leaned his head back with a groan like something from a huge jungle cat. His cock erupted, spraying load after load of his seed deep inside her little body.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Feeling his thick cum within her, she let out a soft whimper, her legs attempting to wrap about his waist. She was unable to get them all the way around - she was, after all, much shorter than him- and her body slipped helplessly against his sweat slick body. A gentle wiggle to reorient herself on him, and it triggered her own orgasm. Unlike the very vocal one from a few nights before, this one was quieter - little more than a breathy moan and a shuddering against him. It was by no means less intense, however.

Long moments would pass before she felt herself to be lucid enough to speak. In the meantime, she tangled her fingers through his blonde hair, her chest heaving against his as she tried to catch her breath. Like before, she found herself drinking in his absolute largeness with a honest fascination.

 

[DrStein]

Mark felt himself soften inside Lily as the minutes ticked by. That was intense. He gently lifted her off of him and smiled. "I'm going to get cleaned up real quick and give you that bass demo I promised. Wait here."

Mark stood up and walked to the bedroom. He came back a minute later wearing a pair of jeans and nothing else. He slipped the bass across his torso, turned on the amp and did a quick tuning. He used a pick rather than his fingers and the tone showed that he had down-tuned the strings several steps. He took a wide stance and turned on the stereo by the TV. He skipped ahead to a specific track and began playing along to Dig Up Her Bones by The Misfits. In addition to bass, he also sang. Michale Graves was a crooning tenor, but Mark's voice was a deep bass, a cross between Jim Morrison and Elvis Presley, both dropped down an octave and with a touch of Ian Curtis.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Oh man, I hope I don’t leave a wet spot on his couch.

She wiggled a little, stretching her legs out. They trembled under the strain of moving. Shifting her weight, she folded her legs under him. Well, worst case scenario; she’d clean up afterwards. She didn’t want to leave the couch and have him come back to an empty audience, persay.

But!

She saw her opportunity while he was setting up. “Hey, while you’re doing that, I’m totally just going to put something on really quick, ‘kay?” She needed the break realistically, anyway. Didn’t want to burn herself out. Glancing around, she picked up one of his discarded shirts and pulled it on. Resettling back into the couch, she leaned back and waited for him to begin. Once he started, she leaned forward, her chin in her palms and a big grin on her face.

Though she wasn’t familiar with the song (and was startled at how low his voice could go), she listened with alacrity. As he finished, she lit up cheering and clapping so hard that her hands hurt and her palms turned red. “Bravo, bravo!” she said, leaning further back into the couch. “A girl could totally get used to this.”