I'm led to her bed and watch as she crawls backwards on it and lays down facing me with her legs spread wide. I have to take in the sight of her, firm full b cup breasts with nipples bigger than a quarter, a small thin landing strip of hair leading to her pussy. I crawl up the bed over her and lean down kissing one breast and then the other, she giggles a little at my foreplay.
"You don't need to do that, I'm ready," Aly informs me and I shrug sucking on her nipple a little," That does feel good though."
I smile inside, she feels good. I feel her hands on my hips guiding over her and then pulling on my condom covered penis to the beginning of the end for my virginity. I don't push as much as let her pull me the first inch or so inside her and immediately I can tell the difference between her mouth and her vagina, the heat alone does that. I can't make out too much of it thanks to the condom but she has me in a firm grip and it's warm. I rest my upper body on my hands and my lower body on my knees as I push inside her.
"Now I'm used to sex but you're a bit bigger than normal so go slow," Aly tells me and I nod.
I push, taking my time and pulling back a little, getting more and more of me inside with each push till finally my hips are resting against Aly's. Aly for her part has her eyes mostly closed and her head bowed when I realize she's looking down to where we're connected. I back up and press the length of me back inside slowly and it makes us both exhale loudly. I keep this slow steady pace using most of my cock during the thrusts, mostly because she said I was big and I want to give her more than she's used to. Aly's hands are on my back and hips holding me in place when after a few minutes she starts to bring her hips up to my own. It only lets me use half of my eight inches but now she's watching me.
"Harder," I hear her ask then realize she isn't asking, she's telling me," Harder, ram it in."
I speed up more than a little and cause her bed to shake as I bounce my hips into Aly's, who for the most part is holding one of her legs up letting me hit deeper inside her. I shift my arms, one down hooking her leg with my elbow bringing it up and holding it higher for her and the other resting on my elbow next to her head almost holding her in place. She can't move like she was but it doesn't matter as I speed up and drive into her harder and faster. Every push inside her lets me hear a light yelp or whimper noise that spurs me on and I feel more alive right now than anytime I've tried to fight or run for my life. I don't realize how hard and fast I'm going till a picture falls off her dresser next to us from the bed hitting it. Aly doesn't say anything since she's groaning and cooing while I start to feel myself lose control. I'm trying to drive her into the bed when I feel my blood boil and I fill the condom with everything I have. I shake and grunt holding myself as deep inside Aly as I can when I feel her lips grip my tongue, which is outside my mouth for some reason, and suck on it hard. I let her pull my face down on her own not because I want her to but more because if I didn't I don't think I'd be able to stop her. She lets me rest and relax after releasing my tongue and finally she pushes me, gently, off of her. I watch as she takes off the robe she's been laying on and uses it to wipe herself up then turning her attention to me pulls the condom off and cleans me with the same robe. I watch her naked body move around the room a little and open the window a small bit before she pulls on some panties and a bra. I take that as my cue to get dressed and get my jeans up when she decides to talk to me.
"I don't normally kiss guys when they pay," Aly informs me and I nod," You're not freaking out or in love with me are you?"
"No, I liked it and I'm grateful that you were honest with me about it but did you enjoy it," I ask and she grimaces a little.
"Kinda. You weren't bad, just didn't know much of what to do. If you weren't as big as you are I would have been faking the whole thing," Aly says and I catch the words.
"How much were you faking," I ask and she realizes her mistake.
"Only a bit at the beginning, after that you got me into it and I did cum a little," she says and I just leave it alone hoping she's being honest.
There wasn't much conversation between us after that, I paid and she did what I needed. All in all I feel great however. She has no reason to lie and taking things at face value from what just happened I rest my brain on the paranoid thinking. Aly shows me out of the apartment locking the door after me, she's being safe for herself and I appreciate that as I head down the stairs and out of the building.
I'm on the street and walking almost the same route back to the bus stop I was dropped off at feeling alive and actually good for the first time in a while. I cut back through the alley that I came through and got blindsided by something hard hitting and breaking against my head. I go down and feel feet kicking the hell out of me as I try to pull my limbs in and protect my head, neck and stomach. Another solid hit from something not attached to the human body on my kidney forces me to lose my ball of protection and a foot hits me square in the jaw. I'm pretty much out of it at that point as I can't move and I'm being knocked seven ways to Sunday. Finally they stop and I hear them talking, it's Spanish and I can make out the words 'stand' and 'up' before two of the people who have been kicking the shit out of me grab my arms and force me to my feet. I see one person, blue rag over their face, possibly Latino with a baseball cap on and something shiny in their hand. Then the wind leaves my body and I look down shocked to see the knife coming out of my stomach. Panic and terror grip me as I'm dropped by the others and the fall seems like it takes forever. I'm laying on the ground and I can hear the three, there are three of them talking about running or cops, I can't tell as I'm trying to hold my blood in my body. I watch two of the three leave saying about getting a car as the third watches me bleed. I don't know what this one is doing when they lower themselves down and begin going through my pockets but soon find my phone, all I can do is make a weak noise. The knife wielder pulls me so I'm sitting upright against the dumpster and shows me the screen of the phone; it reads 9-1-1. I watch them hit the call button and hear the operator begin to ask the nature of my emergency. I can barely make noise to respond as my attacker sets the phone down and moves away from me quickly to the end of the alley, hopping into a car before it pulls away. The operator is asking me for information and I am trying to say something but I feel so cold and there is blood all over my jeans. This was the best day of my life.