I had been watching him for a long time, this boy-man of a servant. I deliberately wore a revealing top the day I knew he would come to deliver the letter. As he reached over to hand me the letter, I bent forward to reveal my bulging breasts. He reddened, seemed to breathe harder and I blushed too, for his sake, and asked if he was afraid to be close to a woman. He said no and, to further rouse him, I stood, and placed my lips up to his to ensure he wouldn't miss them. This kiss transfixed and inspired him. Just by raking my eyes over that area of his pants that concealed, but could not disguise the golden rod of pleasure, I found no uncertain proof of his arousal. Now, way too hot and wet to contain my pelvic cravings, I accecelarted the progress of this bashful seduction. I grabbed his manhood and felt my way down the seemingly endless length. I was so curious to inspect my hidden prize, I unbuttoned the top button of his pants, only to see the monster spring forth out of its own urgent volition. What I gazed upon was a full scale hard-on, not a puppy-water-shootin'-proto-boy penis, but an adult male member in full glory.

I stared in awe at the length and girth of it. Its great size made me shrink with fear, but an even greater curiousity as to the pleasures it could unleash in me, made me venture to caress its stiff, velvet softness, veined up to the smooth mushroom head. I imagined the torturous ecstacy that pole could inflict on me.

But to my surprise, as we kissed and caressed, his hands all venturing over my breasts, then under my skirt to my wet and sensitive clit, he confessed that he was a virgin. This news only heightened my desire and I pulled him between my legs until his cock patted my tender hole. At first, it wouldn't go in, then, with gentle yet painful thrusts, he wedged it inside of me, not completely up to the hilt, but, with harder and harder thrusts, he plunged it up to the hilt where I could feel the sac of his balls pressed up to my ass. Here, he rested for awhile, until, with renewed vigour, he started to pound away again. Each thrust pushed me closer and closer to the throes of painful ecstacy. Every muscle in my vagina was stretched taut by his huge tool. Every nerve inside of me quivered.

Thus he continued, driving his rod home, until, breathing hard and fast, panting into my ear and sweating big wet drops onto my breasts and stomach, he heaved himself up and thrust one more time, his body rocking like an earthquake, his cum filling me up and spilling over the well of my hole and out down my crack through to my buttocks and the sheets beneath.

-Inspired by John Cleland