His Virgin Bride

by Kara Hart

  He nods and grabs his member, pushing it against my lips. At first, it seems as if it’s not going to go in. However, with a slight forceful thrust, it slides right in, pushing against my g-spot almost immediately. It’s too much to handle, in the best way possible.

  He slides back out before pushing in deeper again, and I just lose it. My toes curl back and I begin to shake. “You can cum for me, baby,” he says. “It’s okay.”

  But I’m already there. I’m cumming so fucking fast, and so fucking hard that it’s almost unsettling. I can’t wrap my head around what’s going on. I’ve never cum this fast before. It’s almost as if his cock was designed for fucking me. “Oh,” I moan, unable to even speak. My throat closes and then opens and I fall back.

  He, of course, drops to his knees to taste me, stroking his cock now. He sucks on my pussy and groans in satisfaction, rising back up to take control of my body. “You like this cock, don’t you, baby,” he asks me.

  I nod. “Maybe a bit too much,” I say.

  “Well, I love this beautiful pussy,” he says. I can’t help but blush when he talks about me like this. “And I love those lips. I love seeing how they wrap around my cock. I love how tight you are. I love feeling how deep I can go and how wet I make you.”

  “You make me so wet,” I say. He starts to thrust harder, and much faster. “So fucking wet. This is crazy.”

  He pushes the desk back against the whiteboard and papers go flying. I’m too much in heaven to give a shit about the kid’s iambic pentameters right now. Right now, I’m getting a lecture on sex education and it’s nothing like what they taught me when I was in junior high.

  He picks me up, holding my thighs, and carefully walks over to the sidewall. He thrusts upward, pushing my back against the painted brick. “I’m going to cum inside you,” he says. All I can do is nod. I want him to. I know it’s reckless, but I want to be reckless. I want to be crazy. I want to risk everything right now.

  Apparently, so does he.

  We kiss while he fucks me, in and out, in and out, and his tongue slides directly across mine. I can feel his muscles tense up, his breath quickening. Finally, something stops inside him. He almost stops thrusting, but manages to push in deep one last time. His lips wrap around mine and we both moan as we feel it.

  He cums and he cums a lot. We slowly fall to the floor, my legs still wrapped around him. I swear, he’s still cumming even when I’m straddling him on the floor.

  When it’s over, he opens his eyes and looks at me like I’m the Madonna or something. “My God,” he says. “I can’t believe someone like you has come to a place like Canton.”

  “You better believe it,” I say, throwing my arms around his perfectly chiseled chest. I hate to say it, but I really am starting to go gaga over this guy’s physique. He’s powerful. He’s capable. And he’s so fucking confident. Maybe his job isn’t the greatest, but this guy is a fucking war hero, for Christ’s sake. He’s a true man, the way men should be.

  “So now what do you want to do?” I laugh.

  “Come to my place,” he says, smiling. “We’ll watch a movie or something. We can order pizza.”

  “I can’t,” I say. “I’ve got class in the morning,” I groan.

  “No you don’t,” he says.

  “Oh yeah? What makes you say that?” I ask with a smile.

  He holds me close and spins me onto my back. “Because,” he says as he kisses me. “You’re calling out of work. You’re really sick and need a day to get better.”

  “Ugh,” I sigh. “You’re a real bastard. You know that, right?”

  “Yep,” he says with a grin. “Too bad for you, I guess.”

  He’s right. Too bad for me. Now I’m fucking hooked.

  Addison

  I turn over, feeling the sun against my eyelids. The world is a beautiful place, I’ve decided. As long as Helena is nearby, it seems a hell of a lot nicer. I yawn and stretch my arm out, wrapping it around her body. I feel her waist and her nice butt. I kiss her cheek and she laughs slightly, still tired and groggy.

  “Let me sleep,” she says.

  “Let’s get some breakfast,” I reply, smiling.

  And then she turns over and my heart fucking stops. No. I jump out of bed. “What the fuck?” In place of Helena is Halloway and his grin is huge.

  “Come to bed, dear,” he says, suddenly turning old. His skin starts to sag and behind my whole house turns into that dreadful place we served overseas.

  I wake up.

  “Fuck!” I scream, sweat falling down my face. I look over where Helena should be, half scared to find Halloway sleeping there. Of course, he isn’t. It was just a bad dream. I have those constantly. You’d think by now I’d get used to it, but I still haven’t.

  Helena has gotten out of bed, but I can still smell her perfume. I breathe it in and smile, placing my hands behind my back. My cock goes hard again when I peer through the sliver of open door. I see her, butt-ass naked. She’s cooking eggs and bacon and I hear coffee brewing too. Damn, this woman is completely perfect, isn’t she?

  I get out of bed, letting it all hang out. I don’t care. This is normal for me and she’s in my house doing the same. This is like a dream come true, to be honest. It is, especially, in comparison to that Halloway nightmare. I push open the door and walk up behind her.

  “Morning, sleepyhead,” she says, cocking her head back with a smile. “I’m making breakfast. Sorry I went through your fridge.”

  “Go through it all,” I laugh. “Mi casa es su casa.”

  “I hope you’re hungry,” she says.

  “Starving actually,” I say.

  “Even after last night?” She winks.

  “I’m insatiable,” I laugh. “I could eat for days.”

  I grab a cup of coffee from the pot and take a sip, testing the heat. It’s too hot but it tastes damn good. “I just had the worst dream of my entire life,” I laugh, shaking my head.

  “What was it?” she asks, flipping a piece of bacon.

  “I dreamt Halloway was in bed with me when I woke up. It was fucking terrifying,” I say, still wiping some sweat from my forehead with my undershirt.

  She cracks up. “Maybe it’s wish fulfillment.” She shrugs, smiling at her joke.

  “What?” I’m taken aback. “Like Freud and shit? Didn’t that guy want to fuck his mother or something?”

  She shrugs. “I don’t know. He did a lot of cocaine I think.”

  “Sounds like a hell of a guy,” I sigh.

  She serves the bacon and eggs and, out of the toaster, comes some burnt bread. “Oops. Kind of left that in for a little too long,” she says.

  I shrug. I could care less. “I love it burnt,” I admit. It’s true. I’ll eat anything that’s given to me. It gives me the fuel to keep working out.

  I glance at her when she turns around. No, maybe glance isn’t the right word. I stare at her, jaw dropping. Every time I see her it’s a new sensation. Her tits rest against her chest like big tear-drops. She sets the plates down but I walk over and wrap my hands around her waist. Keep in mind, I’m still hard as a fucking rock.

  “What’re you up to?” She smiles as I kiss down the arch of her neck. I watch as goose pimples shoot up across her skin. Her hair follows the same pattern.

  “Nothing,” I say. “Just enjoying you.”

  I move lower and cup her breasts, kissing them each and lightly tonguing at her nipples. “God,” I sigh. “Perfection.”

  “Stop that and eat your food,” she says, eyeing me. But I know better. She’s turned on and so am I.

  “What if I don’t?” I ask her, sitting down. “What if I do this instead?”

  I grab my cock and spit downward. I begin to stroke myself, keeping my eyes steady on her. I don’t even fucking blink.

  “Then I’ll do this,” she says, eyeing me in that same deviant way. She spreads her legs and puts her hand in between, also using her spit as lube. She begins to rub her clit. Every so often, she in
serts two or three fingers. I just keep watching.

  “You like getting yourself off in front of me,” I say. “Don’t you?”

  She nods delicately. She’s like porcelain, like a rare artifact. And I need her. I adore her, dammit. “You’re going to cum quick, aren’t you?” I ask. I’m hoping she will because I’m already at the point of no return.

  When she nods, I whisper, “So am I.”

  Her eyes half-close and her soft stomach twitches. When I visibly see that she’s about to cum, I walk over and fall to my knees. I stuff my face in between her legs and she starts moaning as loud as I’ve ever heard someone moan before. “Fuck!” she screams, tilting her head back.

  Her pussy twitches and by the way she moves, an electric-type current has begun to shoot throughout her body. I cum with her, moaning deeply and keeping my tongue against her clit. I suck away until we’re both finished.

  “Holy shit,” she sighs, face pink and glistening.

  “This is a good breakfast,” I say, resuming my eating. “Really good. How did you get the eggs to be this soft, without running?”

  She smiles and shakes her head. “Who are you, dammit?”

  “I’m the handyman,” I smile.

  Helena

  Well, I had an insane time with Addison the other day, but there’s something I can’t get off my mind. He didn’t fix my damn lights!

  Okay, I’m lying to myself a little. He fixed more than the lights and I’m incredibly content in class two days later. Even the smartass Linda can’t get on my nerves today. She stands up in front of the class, wearing her stupid fake school uniform that she always wears, and I swear half the class rolls their eyes. Maybe that’s my imagination, but I’m fairly certain she’s not too popular around here.

  “Last class when you said that truth is relative,” she begins. “I mean, did you really mean that? Because I asked my dad and he said that—”

  “What did he say?” I interrupt her.

  “He said that that can’t be true. He said that the world just doesn’t work like that. That’s how we built institutions. That’s how we run the world. With facts,” she says.

  “We run the world with our own viewpoints,” I sigh. “But we’re getting ahead of ourselves. This isn’t History class. Let Mr. Drake teach you all about that.”

  “Today we’re talking about poetry. William Shakespeare, to be exact. I’m sure all of you have heard of him,” I say.

  Time passes like this: I complete the syllabus in a hurried fashion. Shakespeare? He was a beautiful poet who had some choice words on love. Still, one has to wonder whether he got down on his knees for his mistresses after they cooked him breakfast. I bet he did.

  I’m thinking about Addison, though. I can’t stop. Even Judy, at lunch, is staring at me funny. “Okay, so things are going well, I presume?” When I don’t answer, she waves her hands in front of my eyes. “Earth to Helena. Mission Control to Helena. Is anybody in there?”

  “What?” I ask, spacing out. “Oh, shit. Sorry. I’m tired today.”

  “I can see that,” she sighs. “What happened the other day? You weren’t really sick, were you?”

  I look up and smile, and then glance back down at my food. I can’t even think about eating right now. “Maybe I was. Maybe I wasn’t. You’ll never know,” I grin.

  “You know you only get like eight sick days a year, right? You gotta be smart with those, girl. You can’t just use one here and one there. You have to be strategic. Use the full eight toward the end of the year. Go to Rocky Point or Thailand, or somewhere exotic,” she says.

  “Exotic sounds nice.” I smile.

  “So, where’d he take you on that date?” she asks, changing the subject.

  I smile. “It was actually really fun, to be honest,” I say, thinking back on it. “He took me to the Hummingbird Haven. Have you ever been?”

  “Oh, I’ve heard of that! Sounds wonderful,” she says. “So, this is like serious, isn’t it?”

  “No,” I frown. “Not serious. Just for fun.”

  “Well, then why are you going to animal sanctuaries and shit? That’s like what married couples do,” she says. Then she adds, another jab, “What’s next? A dinner date at IKEA?”

  I have to grimace at the thought of that. “Gross,” I mumble. “No. I thought it was cute, actually. He’s trying really hard.”

  “So you do really like him,” she says. “Interesting.”

  “I don’t know,” I admit. “He is fun to be around. I’ll give him that.”

  “And his cock?” she smiles, unabashedly.

  “Yeah, it’s nice,” I shrug. She tilts her head at me, and stares. “Okay, it’s life changing. But it’s not just his cock. Anyway, what’ve you been up to? Any progress with any guys?”

  “Progress? Me?” she laughs. “There is no progress with me. I meet some guys I like and it usually ends pretty quickly. I’m not exactly the most faithful.”

  “A revelation,” I mutter. “Wow, I didn’t know that about you.”

  “Yeah, well, it’s not a big deal. I just prefer not to be tied down.” She shrugs.

  “You sound like a dude,” I tell her. “You don’t want kids someday?”

  “I mean, yeah. Maybe. Well, I don’t know. Does anyone?” she asks.

  “I think so.” I shrug back. “I do.”

  “The whole thing seems so damn complicated. I’m having a hard enough time keeping my kids in class in check. I’m not sure if I could handle a lifelong partner messing things up for me.”

  “I see,” I say, looking awkwardly at the ground, while a bunch of kids run around outside and in the cafeteria.

  “Oh!” she suddenly exclaims. “I saw Halloway last night. So there’s something.”

  “Halloway? I thought you were over him!” I say.

  “What can I say? I’m a woman who likes to give second chances. And third. And fourth. You get the picture,” she admits.

  The bell for class rings, but we take our time walking. There’s a 20-minute leeway period usually for this sort of thing.

  “So what happened?” I ask her.

  “Nothing really,” she slyly smiles. I push her a little and she takes a deep breath before continuing. “God, he really annoys me, you know? He’s like totally out of his mind. Addison probably is, deep down. You gotta really be careful with these military types.”

  “Navy,” I correct her again.

  “Whatever,” she sighs. “I don’t know, he just like came over out of the blue. He was totally shit-faced and out of his mind, talking about existential things,” she laughs, but there’s a slight seriousness attached to her grin.

  “Like what?” I ask her, practically pleading. Addison is really close to Halloway and he never mentioned any of this to me. Maybe he just expected me to know that Halloway is sort of bonkers, or maybe there’s something he doesn’t want me to know. Either way, I’m guiltily curious.

  “Like, what it’s like to see the sky explode. That sort of thing,” she says. “And so I tried to calm him down. I got him some coffee and some water, and I rubbed his back. You know, I was trying to be a good woman to him because the last thing I need is a guy going crazy at my place. I just wanted to tame the beast a little.”

  “I bet you did,” I laugh.

  “Not in that way,” she adds. “But I’ll get to that.”

  She continues. “So, he just started saying that he’s seen it happen before. And that it keeps happening. And that no one ever wants to try and stop it, but it keeps going on and on. Basically, I was just thinking he was having some sort of episode. You know, these military guys go through a lot of trauma. It makes sense that he would need to let it out after a while of holding it in.”

  “Sure.” I don’t correct her saying “Military” this time. I think of Addison and he’s always so… levelheaded. He’s always present, at least. He hasn’t had any crazy outburst. Not yet, at least. Except, now that I remember it, he did have a nightmare last night. He woke up
yelling. But that was just a dream. It wasn’t anything serious.

  God, I hope it’s not anything serious…

  “Anyway, he woke up after about an hour. He came to and everything was fine. He apologized and I went down on him,” she says, pursing her lips and creasing her eyes.

  “Judy!” I exclaim, as we make our way through the hallway of the school.

  “What? It’s true,” she says. “I wanted to make him feel good. He deserves it. He fucking served in the Army, Helena. He’s a hero.”

  “Navy!” I yell for the last time.

  “Whatever,” she says, walking into class. “See you later?”

  “Maybe.” I shake my head. The people in this town. I swear they’re all lunatics!

  Addison

  “Man, I feel like I’m on top of the fucking world,” Halloway says to me at the local café. He sips on a cappuccino and it’s about the god damn funniest sight in the world.

  “A few days ago, you were talkin’ some heavy shit,” I tell him. “Why the sudden change of mind?”

  He shrugs. “I don’t know. Things just look brighter, you know?”

  I look around. The day is overcast and cold. “No, I don’t know,” I say. “What’re you talking about?”

  “I fucked that Judy woman. You know, the teacher,” he admits, smiling like a wild animal. “God, it was incredible too.”

  “Great, man. I’m really proud of you,” I say, even though I couldn’t give two shits what hole he sticks his dick in. Seriously, the fact that he’s even bragging about it right now makes me angry.

  “Come on.” He pats me on the shoulder and squeezes. “I thought you’d be stoked for me, man. It’s been a while.”

  “You fuck all kinds of women.” I shrug. “Who cares?”

  “I buy all kinds of women. Sure,” he says. “But this was different.”

  Gross. “Yeah, usually when you don’t have to pay for sex, things work out differently. For instance, you don’t have to keep a timer going.”