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CHAPTER1
Raelynn
My boyfriend enters me from behind, making me moan.
“That’s it,” Trig growls, his hands firm on my hips as he pushes forward. “Relax, baby. I’m big but you’ve taken me hundreds of times before.”
His words are true because Trig and I have been dating a couple months now. We met at a party at his place when his older sister, Xenia, invited me to their shindig. Xenia and I are co-workers at Apple Tots, and I was happy to get the invitation because I actually really like her. With some co-workers, the relationship never goes beyond idle chitchat on shift. But Xenia and I have become real friends, in addition to co-workers, and I was excited about the invite.
Even better, the party is where I met Trig. He and Xenia share an apartment, and so of course, her party was also his party. Trig and I hit it off immediately because let’s face it, he’s hot. The man’s got dark, almost black hair, bright blue eyes, and a smirk on his face that can be alternately charming and arrogant. It makes me want to smack him sometimes, but then he gives me his dick and soon I forget my threats of violence.
After all, Trig isendowedendowed. He’s at least nine inches, and it feels so good whenever he’s inside. His pole is meaty and girthy at once, and the first time I took him, I cried out so loud that he handed me a pillow.
“Shh, baby girl,” he chuckled hoarsely from behind, his massive torso bare as his hips churned with powerful, penetrative force. “Other people are going to hear, so bury your face in the cushion. Try not to make a sound.”
I wasn’t offended because my body was shaking with need, and by then, I was past the point of caring. After all, I didn’t make Trig wait to take me. Instead, my boyfriend and I had sex in his bedroom the very first day we met, with other partygoers milling about outside. I wanted him so bad that it was totally worth it, and I don’t regret slithering out of my clothes in his room before mounting that enormous shaft and bucking like a cowgirl gone wild. I didn’t care if Xenia could hear, or if anyone else could hear, for that matter. Trig was so handsome and compelling that I was desperate to feel his cock inside. It’s shocking behavior, I know, but that’s the kind of girl I am.
After all, we don’t have that much going on in tiny Oakdale, Illinois. It’s a small suburb of Chicago, but still light years away from the big city in style and feel. Whereas Chicago has massive skyscrapers and busy city streets, Oakdale is made of tracts of suburban homes with really only one main drag. Whereas Chicago has all sorts of divey, eclectic ethnic restaurants, Oakdale has the Classic Diner and Yana’s Taqueria. We don’t even have a McDonald’s because we’re so small! As a result, I need to get my jollies off another way …and my addiction is men.
It's true. I want to say that I’m a pure, virginal woman who would make a good mother and wife, but the fact is that I’m a naughty girl brimming with filthy desires. I have no idea where this deep craving comes from because what could have caused it? Yes, I’m from a divorced family, but lots of kids have divorced parents and turn out totally normal. Yet there’s something wrong with me. Icravecock, and I can’t think or function if I’m not getting it as often as I need.
Fortunately, Trig’s a good sport, and not only that, but he’s a horny asshole too. We meet a couple times a week for romps in the sack that last three to four hours at a minimum, complete with multiple orgasms and lots of seed spilled everywhere. More often than not, I reappear from his bedroom with my hair askew and clothes rumpled, only to have Xenia throw me a knowing look.
“Are you okay?” my buddy often asks with an amused tone. “I swear, I heard so much screeching and screaming that I was getting worried about you, Rae. Seriously, I was wondering if I should call the cops.”
But I’m not even embarrassed. Most times, I just push my curls out of my face and smile beatifically.
“Oh yeah, I’m good, thanks for asking,” I say. “Now, is there any of that cereal left? Because Lucky Charms are my favorite.”
As a result, life is good. I work at Apple Tots during the day as a Pre-K teacher, and then I take off around three p.m. or so to run errands or browse the local bookstore. Most nights though, I meet up with Trig for dinner, and then we repair to his bedroom for some heavy fucking where I’m taken in all of my holes, just the way I like it. Most mornings, I wake up in his bed sore and achy, with his seed caked on the corner of my mouth or the inside of my thighs, and I love it.
But something’s missing, and it’s not Trig’s fault. If anything, my boyfriend’s a dream come true because he’s horny, raunchy, and utterly hot for me. For example, for the past month or so, I’ve been demanding double penetration, and he’s only too happy to oblige. In fact, whenever I moan beneath him now, he immediately reaches for the dildo in the bedside table and taps the rubber against my mouth.
“Suck,” he commands in a raspy voice as I tremble on my hands and knees. “Get it wet because this is going in your ass.”
Of course, my lips part eagerly and I suck on the bulbous tip. Ooh, Trig’s chosen the hot pink nine incher tonight, and it’s going to feel amazing buried in my bottom. As a result, I suck feverishly, swirling my tongue over the glans before trying to cram as much of it into my mouth. I need to lube this thing up because it’s going deep into my rectum tonight and I can’t wait.
My boyfriend lets out a harsh chuckle as he watches me lick and slobber like a wild woman.
“You’re a hungry little slut, aren’t you? Fuck, I’m a lucky man.”
Then, he pulls the dildo from my mouth and I whine a bit. A loop of saliva connects my lips to the huge toy, but it breaks in the low light, and soon, Trig has the dildo positioned at my back pucker. He spits on the pink wrinkles there, and rubs the saliva in before teasing that sensitive hole with the plastic implement.
“Fuck yeah,” he moans throatily, his cock still crammed in my pussy. “You look amazing like this.”
I lower my head to the mattress so that my cheek’s pressing against the soft surface and try to breathe through my nose.
“Do I?” I whisper. “Then make me feel it, Daddy. Punish me because I need it.”
Trig accommodates me immediately. He taps the dildo on my hole a few more times, and then notches the tip at my opening before beginning the pressure. The stretch is insane, and my eyes flutter shut as I moan melodiously. Oh shit, oh shit, there’s not enough space! But my boyfriend stirs the fake cock in me clockwise, and then counter-clockwise, giving my rectum a work-out.
“You look beautiful like this, Rae,” he rasps, those blue eyes glued to where I’m being penetrated. “Your ass was made for taking cock.”
Then, he spits on my pleats once more, slowly working the saliva into my anus with the dildo. It sinks deeper into my butt, and I moan again, my fingers clutching at the sheets.
“Mmmm!” I wail. “Oh god!”
“That’s it,” Trig soothes from in back of me, his dick hardening even further in my swollen cunt. “Fuck, you look amazing being buttfucked. Hell yeah.”
