Mafia Desire (Erotica)

“I know,” Bridget said in a small voice.

“Look, just think about it for a while. Maybe you should come over for dinner on Friday–it would help if you got to know the guy before he, um, did the deed. If you like him, and if you’re really certain that you want to do it, you can do it that very night–or some other time, if you prefer.”

“Thanks. I’ll mull it over.”

When Friday afternoon rolled around, Bridget seemed unusually excited; in fact, she was close to hyperventilating.

“I think I want to!” she burst out when Hilary returned to the room from the library.

“Oh, yeah?” Hilary said, knowing exactly what Bridget meant. “Well, fine. We’ll go over and have a nice dinner, and then–well, we’ll see. Better bring a change of clothing if you end up staying the night.”

They ambled over to the house, finding Gerald and Joyce in the midst of preparing a sumptuous dinner of pot roast and all the fixings, including salad and biscuits. When Bridget first laid eyes on Gerald, as he slowly approached her, she stood stock-still in the living room.

“Hello, Bridget,” he said soberly, holding out a hand.

At first she took the hand–then realized that such a feeble introduction to the man who might or might not be bedding down with her in a few hours was silly, so she impulsively flung her arms around his neck and kissed him on the mouth and cheeks.

Gerald was taken aback at the sudden move, but slowly put his arms around the girl’s waist and delicately kissed back.

Hilary gave her mother, who had wandered into the room, a knowing look. Joyce just rolled her eyes and retreated into the kitchen. I wonder how many more college girls my man will be relieving of their virginity, she thought to herself.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

The dinner went well, but conversation was at times constrained–except from the ever-chattering Hilary, who did her best to infect everyone else with her own flippant enthusiasm. Bridget was particularly quiet, although she kept casting shy glances in the direction of the one man in the room, who did his best to reassure her by giving her welcoming and benevolent smiles.

After dinner there was some idle chatter, and Joyce tried to occupy people’s minds with some soft classical music. But it didn’t help much. At last, around 10 p. m., Hilary decided the time had come to get the show on the road. Waving her hands vaguely in the direction of the upstairs bedroom, she said to Gerald and Bridget, “Okay, you guys, time to go up.”

Bridget sat frozen on the sofa, staring up at her roommate, who was standing in the middle of the room like some diminutive traffic cop.

Gerald noticed the girl’s discomfiture and said, “Maybe she’s changed her mind. Let’s not force her–”

“No, no!” Bridget cried abruptly. “I’m ready. Let’s go, d-darling.”

That endearment came out awkwardly from her mouth, and why not? She’d never directed it toward a man before. Gerald, still a little worried, stood up slowly and led her upstairs. The two other women watched them with rapt attention.

When they’d gone, Joyce said ruefully, “I really don’t know if this is such a good idea.”

“Oh, what’s the fuss, Mom?” Hilary said dismissively.

“Dear, I don’t think you quite understand the gravity of the situation.”

“What gravity? I mean, who wants that silly hymen anyway? It serves no function.”

“That’s not all there is to it. Remember, she’s a lesbian: she has no experience with men at all. What exactly did you tell her about Gerald?”

“Not much–just that he was a real nice guy.”

“I think you should have given her some more, um, information.”

“Oh, you mean about his huge cock?”

“It’s not huge, darling, but it’s pretty big.”

“Well, I figured she’d find out for herself soon enough.”

And that’s exactly what was happening in Hilary’s room, where the act was to take place. The two had entered the room and Gerald had solemnly closed the door behind them. At first they just stood there and stared at each other; then they both began undressing, Bridget turning her back on Gerald out of a sudden spasm of modesty. In that way, he saw her shedding her skirt and blouse, then reaching behind herself to remove her bra. With just the slightest hesitation, she peeled off her panties.

Her backside was glorious. Much as he enjoyed Hilary’s super-petite figure, he was a man who liked women “with a little flesh on their bones,” as he once put it to a friend. And Bridget certainly had that. Her hips swelled widely, revealing a lusciously ample bottom that was as bright a pink as he’d ever seen. Her back, thighs, and calves were firm and strong, and he couldn’t wait to see the rest of her. As he himself stripped, he patiently waited for her to turn around.

When she did, Gerald felt a little dizzy.

The curvaceous outlines of this tempting young creature seemed right out of some Renaissance painting. Those guys seemed to like full-figured girls, and the robust breasts, round tummy, and incredibly thick tuft of dark fur over her delta made Gerald’s organ stand to attention without delay. But that very act caused Bridget to clap her hands over her mouth.

Omigod! she thought. Why didn’t Hilary warn me? I’ll never get that thing in me!

Gerald felt a twinge of remorse. Poor girl! In terms of purely physical endowments, she’d probably chosen the wrong man to do this deed; someone with a smaller apparatus would have been better. But it was too late to think of such things, and Gerald vowed to himself to make the procedure as painless and “nice” as he could.

After a few ragged breaths, Bridget tried to get a hold of herself. She knew enough about men to know that they always liked a certain act as foreplay; and even though she wasn’t all that keen on it, she was determined to go through with it. So she walked up to Gerald, gave him a brief kiss on the mouth, then fell to her knees and, taking his cock boldly in her hand, stuffed it into her mouth.

But she took in too much at once. Gagging, she had to bring it out, and several strings of saliva trickled out of her mouth. Mortified, she looked up at Gerald and said, “Sorry!”

“Just go easy, dear,” he said softly.

She tried to follow his instructions, giving the tip of his cock a funny little kiss before slipping two or three inches of it slowly into her mouth. It felt good–warm and hard, but with that incredibly soft skin around the shaft–and she soon got down to the business of cocksucking. Sometimes she licked the length of his cock with her tongue, and other times she even nibbled gently on it. She didn’t want to hurt him, of course, but when he let out some moans that she was sure were moans of pleasure, she felt she was on the right track.

After a few minutes, Gerald felt Bridget had done all that she needed to do along these lines. He raised the girl up to her feet, led to the bed, and they both lay down on their backs. Gerald couldn’t take his eyes off her magnificent tits, and he knew he would have to give them some serious attention before anything else happened. As he did so, she wrapped her hands around his head as if nursing a huge baby; but she also relished what he was doing–licking her breasts, sucking and even nibbling on her nipples, and squeezing those incredible globes together around his face almost as if he wanted to suffocate on them.

Then he moved south.

As Bridget watched fixedly, he left a trail of wet kisses along her stomach and abdomen until he came to her bush, and then he rubbed his face back and forth over that patch of tight curly hair while taking in the musky fragrance wafting from her sex. As he positioned himself between her parted legs, he actually looked into the wet aperture in front of his face, where he could easily see the thin membrane that was soon going to be shattered by his cock. He used mouth and tongue diligently all around the area, delighting in the flow of her juices, which went from a trickle to something like a little river. And he wasn’t about to stop: as Bridget stared in amazement, he grabbed her bottom with both hands and set about bringing about the culmination every woman wants–and it wasn’t long in arriving.

Bridget’s climaxes were like little explosions that jolted her whole body, and her legs began shaking uncontrollably as the first of them spread out from her vagina. She had to clutch the sheets, since she was feeling as if she was on a boat that was being tossed relentlessly by powerful waves–except that the waves were coming from inside herself. She let out strangled cries of ecstasy as her eyes rolled around in her head and her body continued to quiver spasmodically.

She’d never had an orgasm like this. Who knew that a man could do the job better than the several women she’d had?