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  Brushing his long, straight hair back, he undid the vest and leaned against the table, watching her. "Fresh from the bunker, huh?" he asked, "When’d you leave?" His voice was quiet, not carrying beyond the room with the two of them.

  "This morning," she moved towards him, standing just inches away with her arms folded under her breasts as she looked up at his face, the shadows dancing across both of them, flattering them both. Not that she needed flattering lighting to be attractive. Her features were beautiful and clear of blemishes and scars, and despite the mess of her long, wavy pony tail, she was still above most any he’d seen.

  With the ample swell of her breasts and rear, it was hard not to understand why he’d taken an interest.

  With his vest undone he pulled it up over his head then tossed it to the floor beside them carefully. His body beneath was lean and well sculpted, his skin a smooth, even colour all across, showing his dark flesh was definitely not the result of a tan. Reaching out he placed his hands on her hips and pulled her in against him as he looked down.

  "That fresh out of the bunker, huh?" He said, lifting his lips and shaking his head in some disbelief. "Been years since I heard of someone climbing out of one of those things," he gave a light laugh, leaning down just a bit. "Been about a decade myself since I came out," he added, so close to her now, letting her see the fullness of his smoothly chiselled good looks, lined by the shadows cast with his lamp.

  Her fingertips danced lightly against his chest, exploring the flesh and the muscles beneath, trailing her nails teasingly along his body. "You musta seen it all, huh?" she asked, her eyes staring at his chest, transfixed. She took in a deep breath as her stomach turned, excitement and anxiety brightened her features and pushed away the dull sleepiness that threatened her. Did she really want to go through with this?

  So daring and never showing a moment's hesitation, his hands slid up from her hips over her stomach, brushing against her breasts before he pushed back her coat from her shoulders, sliding it off so smoothly. "Just about," he said, tossing her jacket atop his vest on the floor. "Don’t get to be a caravan man for this long without seein’ and doin’ a whole hell of a lot, Alex."

  "And yet you’ve never seen someone steal a backpack," she tutted, her fingers going back to his body and creeping lower along his abs, finding that treasure trail and gliding down it. Her fingers were so soft and smooth, saved from hard, manual labour and difficult living for most of her life. Her skin was so light in contrast to his, and she enjoyed the scene ahead of her, even if she was scared.

  He sported a glorious male physique, abs so hard and firm, that little trail of hair so pleasantly soft. Licking along his lips he gave a soft laugh, "Seen plenty of stealin’, sugar." He rubbed her shoulders then moved back down, brushing once more against her large breasts before coming to her waist, fingers curling in under her shirt, "Never seen a Vile do it though."

  "It was a human," she said, a little confused even as her hands rose up, allowing him to strip her of the light, cotton t-shirt and exposing the white lace bra beneath. It hoisted her breasts, the shadows delving between the thick cleavage, skirting just above her nipples. Her stomach was smooth and flat, though not to the extent of being toned.

  Adding the garment to the growing pile, his hard, but smooth fingers stroked over her stomach, and up along to the sides of her breasts, cupping and squeezing them through her bra, the tips of his digits pressed into her breasts. "No hun," he said, "they ain’t humans anymore," and despite the grim topic, she could feel his manhood respond to her through his thick black pants. "They’re what becomes of a human after that shit they pumped into us ten years ago goes wrong," he explained.

  She clearly didn’t get it, but her fingers worked against the button of his pants regardless, "Well maybe if they don’t steal, then the thief was fine." Her palm moved down, over his clothed cock and rubbed against him, even as she worked the zipper down. The feel of it through his clothes delighted her, that heavy, firm bulge pressing into her hand, so constrained and delightful. The familiar motions brought back pleasant memories of illicit rendezvous with so many different faces, all so enjoyable in their own way.

  Even though she’d never had sex, she was amazing at doing everything but. After all, she’d spent years practicing. As her eyes turned up to his, her lips curled into a smile.

  Still swelling to his full size, the man was surprisingly big. She could feel the heat of that large organ pressing against her palm, and knew by the time it was done growing it’d be a hefty cock to blow away the ones she’d jerked off and sucked in the bunker.

  For his part, his hands slipped around to her back and deftly undid the bra, "They don’t work with anyone but other Viles, and the Passives they enslave," he said, tossing the garment away. Even as she pulled free his organ, the thick, well curved shaft so thick and heavy, he said, "There’s the Viles, who went nuts and kill, the Passives, who do whatever anyone tells ‘em, then... there’s us," he said, cupping her tits.

  She was so heavy in his hands, that perfect curve and weight, the pink little nipples topping the breasts, still so perky from youth, despite their size. She shifted even nearer to him as she began to stroke him, and he could feel her body warm against his, both literally and figuratively. A heat ran under her skin and she seemed so much more at ease and relaxed than just moments prior. Her grip was firm and steady, and her brown eyes stayed on his, "Let me know what you like."

  He gave an approving little groan as her hand began to pump his cock so expertly. It was obvious she had experience; women didn’t usually know how to jack a man off well, but this one...

  Feeling out her heavy tit flesh, his own hands coaxed such pleasant feelings from them, teasing her pink little nipples as he leaned in and gave her neck a kiss beneath her ear. "Drop the pants and bend over the table," he commanded quietly, his cock already oozing precum onto her fingers as she pumped him. It’d been a long time for him, she was right.

  It wasn’t how she expected her first time, but then, she wouldn’t have expected the order to bring such a burning hot delight to her body. Despite her feisty nature, it brought something out in her that seemed only too excited to emerge, and even though she never let him go as her fingers worked her own button and zipper, pulling down her jeans and her panties rather unceremoniously, she moved into position.

  She could feel her body tense and release, excitement spilling through her as she wondered if it would hurt. If it would feel good. If this was what she wanted. Reluctantly she let his cock fall from her adept hand as she braced both arms on the table, her breasts pressing into the protective jacket beneath.

  His own pants undone and tugged down just past his hips, the neatly trimmed patch of light hair above his magnificent and large cock was on display. He slipped around her, his hands never leaving her flesh, feeling out her smooth, perfectly unblemished skin along to her hips and ass.

  She felt his heated cock brush against an ass cheek, but then something changed. Instead of him lining up to plunge in, he bent his knees and she felt his hands pry her cheeks apart. The next feeling was of his moist tongue lapping along her slit, the tall, dark man giving a little moan of delight at her clean, feminine taste as he teased her clit.

  She gasped as she felt his wet muscle working against her, and her entire body flushed warm with the sensation. She couldn’t suppress the loud moan, and she pushed herself up on tiptoes to allow him a more comfortable position.

  "Aw fuck," she murmured, her head dipping low as her fingers grasped onto the jacket, the strain turning her knuckles white. Her body burned with her own desire, the wrongness of the situation and the stress of the day. She felt so worked up, and as he lashed her sweet nub, she could feel it rock her right to the core.

  As much as he seemed quite adept at pleasuring her with his tongue, there was something about the way he moaned and licked at her so vigorously that seemed to hint he was just enjoying himself. Immensely.

  The whipping lashes of
his tongue coaxed her own fires up high, but they didn’t go on forever. The well-hung man rose back up to his full height behind her, dick in hand, as he kept her cheeks spread. Nudging the bulging crown against her virginal slit, he spoke to her with his smooth voice a bit gruffer than before, "Love the smell of a nice, ripe cunt."

  She cried out in frustration, feeling so close to the brink yet so far away, and she glanced over her shoulder at him as if to plead before she felt the thick, smooth head rub against her. All sense was lost as her legs parted, her toes pushing her up higher, her torso pressing against the table. She felt weak, and tired, yet the excitement he’d awoken in her would not rest.

  "Be gentle," she managed out, sucking in a breath and smelling the scent of their sex commingling in the air.

  Jarago gave a wry smile to her plea, but nodded, "Alright," he said. She could tell he was surprised by her request, though only seemed willing to give her what she wanted.

  When the entry came it was, as he’d just promised, gentle. The bulbous, well-shaped crown of his impressive cock pressed plushly against her petals, parting them as he lodged himself inside just barely. Placing his two hands upon her hips, he gave a bit of a push more, only placing an inch or two of his length within but groaning from the slick squeeze, "Don’t be afraid," he urged smoothly.

  She was so wet, yet so tight. His cunninglingus had helped warm her to the experience, though, and at his words she felt her body obey, the tension leaving her shoulders and back as her breathing became more constrained.

  It didn’t hurt, not really. It felt strange and wonderful, but it didn’t hurt. Her legs trembled as they struggled to keep her aloft, and she tried to part them further, finding the jeans to be holding her locked in place.

  Over six feet high, he bent over her as he slid his length deeper into her quim. True to his word, he was gentle, though as tight and untrodden as her cunt was, and as thick as his girth got with each throb of desire, it was still not exactly an easy entry.

  With his fingers dug into her ass and hips, he groaned a little as he lodged himself to her depths, snugly pressed to the very limits of her sex. "Damn," he cursed, his dick swelling with repressed desire. "I think I might even believe this is your first time," he said in a breathy voice, laced with longing.

  "Yea," she breathed, her head dipping down as she felt his thickness throb within her. It was such a full, strange feeling, yet so pleasant at the same time. He was warm, and the sensation was almost comforting. She could feel his thighs lined up against hers, his hips pressing into the round curve of her ass, and she squirmed against him.

  Shallow breaths and little sighs escaped from her as she felt so alive. So terrifically alive. Every sensation seemed more real, more tangible, more pleasurable, and she pushed back against him.

  He didn’t start on her right away, instead he bent down over her, curling his arms in under hers and kissed her shoulder blade, her spine, nuzzling her skin and hair as his cock twitched and throbbed inside her so eagerly. "You sold it cheap," he said in a groaning voice, then, bent over her as he was, began to pull his length from her slowly, "but you sold it to the right man, and that’s what counts most."

  With a low groan he pushed back into her, beginning to fuck the busty nineteen year old slowly.

  She groaned at his words, and it sounded like she was going to bite back something at him until another moan stole her voice. Her entire body felt so hot, and she could swear she felt herself slicken at his cruel assessment of her values. She didn’t want to sell it to anyone!

  Nudging her hair out of the way, he kissed and suckled at her neck as his hips slowly pistoned into her. Gentle, the motions were pleasant, and he brought his hands beneath her, cupping her tits and squeezing them as the sound of his heavy balls slapping against her clit began to rise as his pace slowly rose.

  Jarago was an excellent lover, and not because his dick was so big. Despite the slow pace he managed to strike into her at a pleasant angle, and he used his hands and mouth to such great effect upon her flesh. Titillating and provoking her nerves constantly.

  She couldn’t do much more than try to stay aloft, fighting against her body’s desire to just collapse into a frantic state of sensations. Everything sang his praises, and her mind became hazier and hazier, replacing her anger with bursts of longing. Longing for him to go faster, to go slower, to envelope her completely. Her body was needy for him in a way she’d never experienced before, and her stomach churned with excitement.

  Kissing, suckling and nibbling alternately upon her neck, the sound of his husky groans in her ear were so pleasant, another masculine sign of the man who was claiming her virginity so fully. His pace had quickened, but not to the degree part of her wished; he was still heeding her desire to be gentle, it seemed, though it didn’t impede his pleasure.

  As Jarago’s balls tightened against him, she could hear his voice catch a little in his huffs and his body go stiff as his member went rigid, swelling within. His release was impending, and he still kept it going, drawing out the moment as long as he could.

  She was familiar with the way a man’s body reacts to that ultimate moment, the pleasant stiffening and bucking that rewarded her for a job well done. She had made a game out of it to see how quick she could get them to this delicious point, and she always watched their faces with awe. She tried to turn to look at his, to mentally store it away with the others, but instead he found a new place on her neck that caused her eyes to flutter shut and for her nipples to harden further against his groping hands.

  His release was intense. Inside her tight quim he bucked harder than he’d ever let himself thrust in her with his attempts at gentleness, his body taking over with its automatic response. With a lewd groan that reverberated in the metal filled room, he expanded with his release, cock swelling as it lanced its rich seed into her so deeply.

  Jarago bit down upon her neck a little as he emptied himself into her, his nude chest pressed against her bare back as he unleashed his entire load to the last.

  Her skin prickled with the hard sensation, the feel of the erratic thrust giving her that same pleasure as men’s orgasms had back in the bunker. This time, though, it seemed more intense. More rewarding as he struck against her, sending shocks through her body.

  "Fuck!" she cursed, her entire nervous system attentive and teased to full attention.

  As the twitching of his release subsided to the dull throbs of his post-coital cock, he squeezed her in his arms and kissed her neck. "You’ll do well," he said in an approving, smooth tone of voice, that sounded very complimentary, his smooth jaw line brushing against her neck and cheek.

  Her head stooped as she felt her body so near to that pivotal point and so resistant to being sent toppling over it. Even with her excitement and desire, how wet her little pussy was, and how long she had waited for this moment, her body resisted her need to cum. Even as her finger went between her thighs, rubbing slickly over that pulsing bundle of nerves, she only felt herself climb higher.

  Jarago ground his cock into the sloppy cum laden mess of her cunt, his hands teasing her teats, provoking her breasts to higher pleasure as he licked along her neck and suckled her lobe. "C’mon," he coaxed, knowing what she was trying to get out of herself, "cum for me. I wanna feel you gush around my dick," he said into her ear in a lewd, harsher post-coital voice.

  She felt her anger rise at his demanding tone, until she felt something much more all-encompassing crash through her. That stubborn pleasure washed through her body, leaving her shivering and thoughtless as she pressed back against him, her dainty fingers never stopping their fast, flicking action. Her breathing was so hard and her nipples felt almost impossibly tight as she felt them strain against his rough fingers.

  Cramming his still turgid dick into her, he gave a satisfied ‘ahhh’ as he felt her warm rush of fluid announce her release upon his shaft. "That a girl," he commended, letting her ride out her release as he ground himself against her, letting his hands l
avish in the supple feel of her large breasts.

  When finally she slumped against him, her feet relaxing from her tiptoed position, she felt exhaustion follow in her orgasmic wake. The room stank of sex, but her mind was pleasantly, thankfully silent. She drew in long, deep breaths as she relaxed her head against the jacket, her breasts pinning his hands to the table under their heavy weight.

  With a kiss to her shoulder blade, Jarago began to tug back, slipping his cock from her fluid filled cunt. "There’s some food waitin’ for ya if you’re hungry," he said, lifting her enough to free his hands.

  She suddenly remembered that she was starving, and her stomach growled loudly as she pushed herself up, clumsily reaching down for her pants. He worked a number on the young woman, but finally she was, at least, half way dressed. Her breasts were still very bare, her nipples still very hard, as she turned to look at him through lidded eyes, "Thanks."

  With a confident smile he lifted his own pants back up over his hips and began to tug that monstrous sized cock back inside. "Hey, keep this up, and before long you’ll have me wrapped around your little finger," he said jokingly, flashing her a charming wink as he snapped his pants shut again then reached out, giving her cheek a light stroke and pat.

  Her face moved into his sweet caress before she bent down, grappling with her bra and tightening it around her chest, "Rather you didn’t tell anyone about this."

  With a thoughtful nod he took his hand back and plucked up his vest from the floor, "Sure, if that’s how you’d rather play it," he said, getting the protective vest in position and slipping it on over his head. "I’ll tell the men you’re hired on as regular help then. They’ll buy it after what you did to that scumbag earlier."

  Tightening the clasps he added, "But, so you know, Bren’ll probably figure it out eventually. Man knows me better than anyone, and he’s got a thing for you, I can tell."