I want an older, hot rockstar to take my virginity!
He’s very talented and experienced. I know he’ll know just what to do with his hands.
And his mouth.
And his cock!
(Rocked Hard serial, Part 1, by Jamie Knight)
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I was lying in bed thinking about what a fun night I’d had out with a friend. We’d watched a band and talked and I’d stared at a hot guy, and then I’d left, since I’d never been much of a partier. But maybe I shouldn’t have come home so early, though, because now I couldn’t sleep.
Suddenly I found myself thinking about said hot guy — his name was Erik, according to my friend, and he was the lead guitarist in the band that played while we were there. And I couldn’t take my eyes off him for the whole rest of the time I was at the pub.
Although I hadn’t tried to think about him, I wasn’t surprised that I was. He’d been haunting the chambers of my mind since I’d first laid eyes on his sexy physique, and now I wasn’t sure if he would ever leave.
Not that that was a bad thing. At this moment I was happy to have such a handsome rock star living in my head rent-free.
It could have just been that I was flattering myself, but I was fairly sure that I’d seen him glance back at me while I was staring at him, and not in an annoyed kind of way. Instead, his own gaze had shown the same sort of surprised desire that I had felt stirring inside me at the time.
Maybe he didn’t talk to me because I was only nineteen and he looked quite a bit older. He probably thought I was even younger than I was. My age sometimes was sometimes difficult to tell, especially in dim light like the pub had had.
Still, I was old enough for him! I might have been drinking with a fake ID but I was 18 and of legal age for sex. In fact, most of my friends had already lost their virginity and yet I was still hanging onto mine, so if anything, I was a late bloomer.
I’d wanted him to come over and talk to me but he hadn’t. Maybe he’d been scared off by the fact that I looked so young.
I wondered if I could see him again and get him to be more interested in me despite our age difference.
Maybe I could even get him to take my virginity.
I had never been into any guy my own age for long enough for that to happen. But older, handsome Erik was just the kind of man I’d been waiting for.
I knew it was clichĂ© to want to hook up with a rock star, but it wasn’t just that. It was that I felt the chemistry between us right away. And I could tell he knew what he was doing. I bet he would be the perfect guy to pop my cherry!
I tried not to think about him anymore and to just go to sleep, but that only made me think about him more. Soon enough, imagination and desire took over.
In real life, I found myself touching myself as I gave into my deepest, darkest fantasies. I slipped my hand under my panties and rubbed my clit, finding that it was already slick and wet with juices that had been running out of my pussy while I’d been thinking of Erik.
In my mind, he knocked on the door of my bedroom.
“Come in,” I said, finding my voice.
He didn’t announce himself, but I knew it was him. His knock was strong and forceful–just like him.
Erik entered the room in my fantasy in much the same way that he’d already entered my mind.
As his soft blue eyes scanned over my body, some of which was hidden under the covers, a slight shudder went through me that had nothing to do with the cold.
“I’ve been waiting all night to see that sexy body of yours with little to nothing on it,” he said, in my fantasy. “And I want to touch those hot curves of yours so badly.”
In my mind, the mattress springs squeaked under the pressure of his tall stature and broad shoulders as he sat on the edge of the bed, laying a gentle hand on my knee. I could feel the warmth of his large hand on my skin even through the blanket as, inch by inch, he caressed his way up my body, from my knee to my neck.
Delicately working an erogenous zone that I never knew I even had, he tenderly caressed my delicate throat, planting gentle kisses on my supple skin as his hands went wherever they wanted to go–which seemed to be all over my body. And that was fine with me! He was making my pussy so wet it was dripping for him.
Starting at my forehead, he kissed his way down to my mouth, our tongues entwining as he continued to explore my previously untouched flesh, pleasuring me with his bare hands.
“There we go,” he said, his tone of voice sounding turned on yet still very much in control. “Good girl. Let me touch and kiss every inch of your sexy, curvy body.”
His mouth continued the trip it had set out on, his lips going over my chin and down my neck while his hands were similarly moving along, grasping the edge of the covers, slowly turning them down to make room as he kissed his way down to my breasts.
“Oh!” I gasped, as he spiraled his talented tongue around one of my rosy nipples, which had been rendered rigid by his attention.
After sufficiently stimulating the first nipple with his fingers, he moved over to the other, giving it a similar amount of loving care, until I was moaning and calling out his name while he pinched and squeezed my nipples. Now my panties were absolutely flooded!
His hands stayed behind on my breasts to continue what his mouth had started. And then my dream lover planted a path of warm, wet kisses all the way down to my pelvis. Once he was mere inches from my pussy, he teased me a little, taking a few detours to make sure I was good and ready before going in for that first long, loving lick.
“Fuck!” I moaned, nearly sounding hoarse because of how much he’d made me scream out his name already.
Lapping at my pussy lips with his skilled tongue before sucking on my clit, he soon brought me to the brink of an explosive orgasm faster than I’d ever imagined possible. Now that my pussy was nice and wet, as well as relaxed and ready, I knew he would be entering me, and I couldn’t wait.
Lifting the side of the blankets like he was unveiling a beautiful new work of art, he joined me underneath their warmth. As he got on top of me, I flinched, as if preparing for it to hurt, because I was worried about how his big cock could fit into my virgin pussy.
“Try to relax,” he said, his mouth being positioned a bit above my ear due to our height difference.
“Okay.”
“Why are you scared?” he asked me. “Are you a virgin?”
“Yes,” I confessed, afraid it would drive him away.
But instead, he only looked even more excited. A look of surprise mixed with happiness appeared on his handsome face and he put a few fingers inside my pussy.
“I thought you seemed tight,” he said. “But now I can feel exactly what you mean.”
He moved his fingers around inside me as he played with my other nipple.
“Does this feel good?” he asked.
“Yes,” I told him.
“Good. You have such a nice, tight little pussy. I know it will like having my cock inside it, but it will hurt at first. You can handle it though, right?”
“Yes,” I agreed, although I actually wasn’t really sure.
“Okay, good. Because my cock is going to love being in that tight little cunt of yours.”
He took his fingers out of my pussy and started to put his cock inside me in their place.
I did my best to welcome him in, but it still hurt a little as he entered me. But it turned out that he had been right. After just a quick, sharp pinch, all I could feel was pleasure.
My freshly deflowered pussy quivered and pulsed as he pumped inside it. This felt like everything I’d ever wanted, and I was so glad it was happening, even if only in a fantasy.
But in real life, I was feeling good too. My fingers were working my clit, rubbing it hard and fast as I thought about what else I wanted Erik to say and do to me.
“Fuck yeah,” he grunted, in my fantasy, as he pushed himself even deeper inside me. “I love filling up your tight little pussy for your very first time.”
“Your cock feels so good inside me,” I told him, loving how it stuffed me full.
He was giving me the first fucking of my life, and I loved it. I was a little worried that nothing else could ever top this. And so I was already wondering if there was a way we could keep doing this forever.
Maybe he might knock me up?
After all, he wasn’t wearing a condom. All I could feel was his bare cock deep inside my naked pussy. I loved grabbing it with my inner walls and squeezing it tight.
I was cleaving to him as he claimed me, moaning out with joy and pleasure into the crook of his neck as his rock-hard cock performed its designed purpose.
“Oh!” I gasped, a little shocked, as I finished cumming in real life.
I’d never really touched myself before, outside some experimentation when I was lonely and bored, but I’d been afraid to go all the way even alone, and I had certainly never felt like this before.
But now I was definitely making up for lost time and finding out what I’d been missing out on!
All of a sudden, I had no less than two fingers and a third knuckle deep in my untouched pussy — untouched up until this point anyway, my lust-driven actions seeming to do a very good job of breaking through that barrier, both literally and metaphorically speaking.
The shock and scandal ebbed away from my mind as I thought more about it. There was nothing wrong with touching myself, really. It was just a reflexive response to a natural need.
The man at the pub had been so sexy and I was never going to see him again anyway.
So, what was the harm of indulging in a little fantasy?
Especially one as hot as what had just been projected in the theater of my imagination.
I felt more at peace now and found myself able to start drifting off to sleep. It was amazing how a good orgasm could do that. I would have to try it more often!
But a part of me was still antsy and knew it wouldn’t be settled until I could find that handsome older man again in real life and get him to make me his. I didn’t just want him in my mind–I wanted him in the flesh.
Still, I didn’t think I’d be as bold in real life as I’d been in my fantasy. I couldn’t even talk to him at the pub!
Yet maybe if he saw me again, he’d decide that he just had to have me and then he’d do whatever it took to get with me. He might have to use that strong, forceful personality of his some more. And I wouldn’t mind at all.
In fact, there was nothing I’d like better than to have to submit to him, and let him do whatever he wanted to me.
Because I clearly wanted that too. And now I wouldn’t be able to rest until I got it.
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The End… or is it? There’s a Part 2 (and more!) of this Serial. So, to keep reading…