The First Timers

by Hayden Ash

  But, it won’t have to be that way, because we can build a life together. I will make you so strong—just like I know you’re capable of being, and together, we will take over this world, and build a magnificent kingdom made just for you.”

  THE END…

  BOOK 9: Taking Me in the Kitchen

  1

  Dominick I

  “It’s hot as fuck outside,” Gary complains as he sips his cup of Kool-Aid.

  I’ve told Gary that Kool-Aid is no drink a real man should ever allow to touch his lips. Tried to expose him to some of the best red wines the world has to offer, but no. It’s all Kool-Aids and Capri-Suns for him.

  “I agree. Why does it seem like everyone insists on having barbecues on the hottest possible days?” I grunt back.

  Gary’s wife, Melinda or something, saunters by, obviously trying to get my attention. All of my coworkers' wives are always trying to get my attention. But, it’s not their wives that ever catch my eye, it’s their daughters. And, not just any of their daughters. There’s only one, Abby, Gary’s daughter.

  “I heard they’re making you partner. Congrats. You’re the newest one us to join the firm, but, hey, that’s the way the cookie crumbles, eh?” Gary tells me, obviously hating my guts through his fake—toothy smile.

  “Yeah, to the victor goes the spoils,” I say back. I know he wants me to say how I don’t really deserve it or some other bullshit, but the truth is that I do. I’m better than him and just about every one of these losers at the firm. Why hide it just to make them feel good?

  Then, she walks over and sits on Gary’s lap…Abby. It’s only been two weeks since I’ve had an excuse to come over so that I could see her, but it feels like two years. She’s absolutely stunning with long, brunette hair and dark eyes that look like tiny gems. Her smile electrifies me. It’s so bright, innocent, and pure. I just want to take her here in my arms, and it makes me angry that I have to watch her sit on Gary’s lap instead of mine. I ball up my fist underneath the picnic table as I’m forced to endure her, wrapping her arms around Gary’s neck. It should be my neck that her arms around and it should be my eyes that she’s staring into right now.

  “Daddy, where are the cookies I made for everyone?” She asks her father.

  “Oh, I ate them all…sorry, honey.”

  “What the fuck, Dad?”

  “Woah, language!” Gary screams at her in protest.

  Abby rolls her eyes at her dad. And then, she sees me sitting here, looking at her and suddenly she freezes. She seems nervous like she’s embarrassed for some reason.

  “I, uh, I’m going to make more cookies!” Abby says quickly and gets up from her father’s lap.

  “Good, ‘cuz they were delicious!” Gary laughs as his daughter runs back into the house.

  The conversation moves back to work, and the whole table starts gossiping about the bosses. But, my mind is stuck someplace else—on Abby. I keep thinking about that look she just gave me. It was fearful, shy even. But, it was a shyness that made me believe …no, it can’t be.

  2

  Abby I

  He looks so amazing.

  If only he knew how I felt then maybe…no, don’t be stupid, Abby. You’re just a silly, little girl with a crush on your dad’s coworker.

  Last summer, when I was sixteen, daddy’s firm was having a company retreat in Hawaii that he took Mom and me to. And, one time when we were all on the beach, I accidentally walked into the wrong bathroom, and there he was…my dad’s coworker, Dominick, taking a shower before getting into the ocean. He was completely naked, of course. Every muscle in his super strong body seemed to be popping out. And, his dick, it was so big. I mean, I haven’t seen that many, but he was definitely bigger than any of the ones I’ve seen. It scared me a little bit because I felt like it would hurt if it were ever put in me. But, at the same time, I couldn’t look away. I think I must have stood there for ten minutes before some guy finally tapped me on the shoulder and asked me what the hell I was doing in the men’s restroom. Then, I ran out so embarrassed. But that night and every night since, I always thought about the sight of Dominick’s naked body and that huge penis and what it would feel like. It’s why I’ve never been able to bring myself to have sex with anyone yet. I can’t help but wait for Dominick to like me, even though I know that’s so stupid. He’s thirty-eight, and I’ve just turned eighteen. He probably doesn’t see me at all, let alone as a real woman.

  I take a stick of dough out of the fridge and slap it down on the tray. I forget to coat the pan because I’m so distracted by seeing Dominick. God, why do I always lose my mind every time he comes over? I just want to stare at him for as long as possible, but I’m just so…scared.

  Then, just as I’m obsessing over him, Dominick walks into the kitchen. He doesn’t look lost, but he also doesn’t look like he’s here to see me.

  “Oh, sorry, I was just looking for your bathroom.”

  “It’s…right over there!” I say with a huge, cheesy grin. Then, I blush because I know that was way too enthusiastic.

  Dominick nods and walks over to the bathroom. I follow him with my eyes, undressing him in my imagination like some kind of perv. God, get it the fuck together, Abby, I think to myself. I try to go back to baking cookies, but I can’t stop thinking about the fact that he’s literally eight steps away from me right now. My pussy is pulsating, and I can’t get it to stop. I’m not sure I want it too.

  I leave the cookie dough sitting on the tray and walk over to the bathroom. Maybe, I’ll just pretend like I was worried that he might have gotten lost. No, Abby, that’s so fucking stupid. It’s literally right next to the kitchen! I think to myself. But, just as I start to turn around back to the kitchen, I see it…his giant dick. I can’t see all of him because the door is only partially open, but I’m still frozen at the sight. I just want to go in there with him. Fuck, what are you thinking?! I scream at myself inside.

  3

  Dominick II

  Was she just looking at my dick? I think to myself as I zip up my pants.

  As I wash my hands, I keep asking myself this same question over and over again. I rationalize that I must be seeing things. There’s no way that that’s real and, even if it is, maybe it’s just school girl curiosity and not lust, even though…

  I walk out of the bathroom back to join Gary and the other losers at the company barbecue and, I think to myself, why am I wasting my time making small talk with people who are about to be my employees? I only came for one person, and she’s standing eight feet away from me. Maybe she was staring at it, and maybe she wasn’t, and maybe I don’t care. All that I care about is the fact that she should be on my lap. I should have my arms around her, protecting her, providing for her in ways that her loser father never could.

  I have to have her. I can’t wait any longer.

  I stop when I reach the kitchen. Abby immediately drops the ball of dough in her hands. We both stand in silence for an entire minute. Then, I look down at her, and she looks up at me. I can see it clearly now…the lust for me in her eyes.

  “Kiss me…” she says, softly, as her body shakes and her lips tremble.

  I kiss her long and deep, lift her up in the air, and put her on the kitchen counter. We start making out right here in the kitchen. I know her father could walk in any moment and I don’t care at all. Let him try to stop us.

  She reaches for my pants and tries to unzip them, but I grab her hands to stop her.

  “Wait…”

  “You don’t want to?”

  “That’s all I want. That’s all I’ve ever wanted since the moment I first saw you. But, a princess like you shouldn’t be have the best sex of her life on a counter in a crappy, little kitchen like this. At least, not the first time…” I say, waiting to see if she corrects me and says she’s not a virgin.

  “Where should I be fucked?”

  “You will see,” I tell her.

  “Ok, da—” she says, but stops herself. “I’m
so-sorry.”

  “Say it,” I growl at her.

  “Ok, Daddy.”

  Hearing her call me daddy immediately causes my cock to become hard as steel. I want to drill it into her tight, teenage pussy so bad right now, but I hold back. Instead, I take her down off the counter, spin her around, and pin her up against the table. I rip her skirt and panties off, take my own jeans and underwear down and let her feel my big, hard dick against her beautiful ass.

  I lean over and bite her ear lobe then neck.

  “Will you wait for me?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  I put my fingers inside of her and start playing her pussy like a master violist. She’s so incredibly tight and sensitive that I can tell this is the first time a man has finger fucked her or, at least, the only time a man has finger-fucked her well.

  She screams, clenches her pussy tightly on my fingers, and grabs my wrist as if to pull me off. But, instead, she pushes my fingers deeper inside of her, and I can tell it’s painful for her because she’s so tight and not used to this, but she wants me to know that she can take it deeply if she needs to.

  “I don’t want you calling anyone else daddy from now on, only me.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “That means even your father. You belong to me now. Only me. Understand?”

  “Yes, Daddy. I’m only yours!”

  She cums on my fingers, and I pull them out of her and lick them clean, while she turns around to watch me. Her eyes are glassy like she’s about to cry. I think she’s already in love, I’m not sure. But, I do know that I am in love with this girl.

  4

  Abby II

  He left so quickly, I wonder if I did something wrong.

  I don’t have time to think about it, now, though. My dad could walk into the kitchen and at any moment and be scarred for life by seeing his daughter’s naked, dripping wet pussy. So, I pull my underwear and skirt back on, put the cookies in the oven, and rejoin the party to make sure my dad is still out there and everything is OK.

  Outside, my parents and all their coworkers are drunk, happy, and stupid, just like they always are at these things. Everyone is telling jokes and saying crazy shit about how they’re all one big, happy family except…Dominick. He’s merely sitting there next to my dad, lost in thought, his face a beautiful work of uncrackable stone.

  “Abby, honey, come dance with me!” My dad screams like an idiot.

  “No, thanks,” I say, sullenly.

  “No, thanks!? You love to dance Abby-Wabby! C’mon, you love your daddy, don’t you?!”

  “I, uh-” I stumble and look over at Dominick who’s now entirely focused on me and what I’m going to say next.

  “Our kitchen sucks. I’m not going to be able to make enough cookies for your company potluck next month.”

  “Oh…” my dads, looking hurt. “Well, hmm, let’s see.”

  “Didn’t you say Dominick has a state-of-the-art kitchen?” I ask my dad.

  “Oh, right! That’s true! Dom, would you mind if little Abby comes over after school before the potluck to bake cookies?”

  “That…should be fine,” Dominick says, never taking his eyes off of me. I stand there, frozen, transfixed. I’m so excited for this. I will be alone with Dominick for hours, and even though he doesn’t smile, doesn’t move his face at all when he learns of the idea, I know he’s excited too. At least, I hope he is…he’s so impossible to read. Maybe, I’m just a dumb, little girl to him even after what just happened…

  5

  Dominick III

  “The AC unit is malfunctioning for some reason,” I warn her. She smiles wryly, and I know she doesn’t believe me, but it’s true. I wouldn’t lie about something just to get her to take her top off like some high schoolboy prank. If I want her naked then I can get her naked. Simple as that.

  “I’ll just get started then. There’s only four hours before the potluck, and I have a lot of baking to do!” Abby laughs, not even pretending to be serious about cooking today.

  “Great,” I say, indifferently. “It’s right over here.”

  “You’re going to help me, right, daddy?” She asks and instantly I’m hard. Fuck, why is this so easy for her to get me this horny?

  “I might. You get started. Oh, and my wife should be coming in around thirty minutes. I’ll give you a five minute heads-up before she walks in.”

  “Ok, daddy,” she says submissively. “Do you mind if I cook naked? It’s boiling…”

  “That should be fine,” I say. “I think I’ll join you.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, you don’t mind that, do you?”

  “Not at all!” She says, her eyes widening.

  Together, we start to strip off all of our clothes, one piece at a time. We take our time with it. I can tell she wants to rush and start fucking, but she needs to learn patience. I need to teach her the art of building up to it so that the moment is nothing short of explosive. So, I take my clothes off very slowly, making sure to let each piece fall to the floor before starting with another one. The moment is sensual and deliberate. I’m staring at her body and discovering that it is even more young and perfect than anything I had imagined the thousands of times I’ve fantasized about this.

  “Now what?” She asks after we’re fully naked.

  “What do you mean?” I ask with a wink. “Now we bake!”

  Abby looks back at me disappointed, but then bends down to pulls out pots and pans from one of the drawers.

  “Where are those chocolate chips?” I say, feigning confusion. Then, I reach up a high shelf that’s over the drawer where she’s kneeling. She looks up, and about an inch from her face are my big balls. She looks at them in amazement, and I can tell they are the biggest she’s ever seen. She puts her face up against my cock and is equally mesmerized by the fact that it’s longer than her entire head. She touches it nervously as if she’s not sure if it’s real.

  Then, Abby surprises me by pulling out a jar of strawberry syrup from one of the drawers and splattering it all over my balls. So, I grab a bag of flour and empty it over her head. Then I pull her up to her feet and cover her tits in organic milk, and she squirts even more strawberry syrup all over my body.

  Things escalate in the food war, and now we’re both on the floor covered in strawberry syrup, sugar, chocolate chips, milk, flour, and all other sorts of stuff. It’s so hot in my apartment that the heat coming through the window is making the syrupy goo light up and feel like we’re covered in fire.

  “I need to tell you something, little girl. It’s something I’ve been thinking about ever since that day at your parent’s barbecue…” I say. “I love you. I want you to be mine and only mine. This is not just a game or something I’m saying because I’m horny. I really feel this way. I’ve felt this way about you for so long…”

  “I love you too,” Abby says.

  I kiss her and move my body on to of hers. We’re moving awkwardly around, squishing and sliding over one another because of all the strawberry goo. She throws her legs around my neck so that I can find her cunt. Suddenly, I spot the digital clock above us and see that my wife should be home in around five to ten minutes, but right now all I can think about is this moment between the woman I really love and me.

  “Put it in,” she says.

  6

  Abby III

  Before he puts it in me, I see his eyes widen with panic. But, I know it’s not because he’s afraid of his wife walking through the door, but because the sunlight through his huge window is directly on top of us, and it’s burning us alive because of all this god damn strawberry goo, but it’s only the first minute that it’s bothering us and once he puts his big dick in me, neither of us gives a shit about the heat anymore. I just want to keep him inside me. I’ve wanted this for so long. I want him to savage my tiny pussy with his monster, while I dig my long nails into his back. The strawberry goo is actually the perfect thing right now, the mess is confusing the hell out of this
and making it so animalistic so deviant just like it should be when a beast takes down its prey. This is a mess, and I want him to make a mess of my pussy.

  He pulls my legs up high above my head, and in my head, I’m thanking God that I’m a cheerleader.

  As he does so, his monster dick digs deeper into my pussy.

  He groans crazed as his powerful hands pin me down, and he allows his inner beast to take hold of him and me. My pussy lips throb as I take inch after inch of his dick and it hurts so good that I pull him in deeper even as I begin to feel lightheaded.

  As he starts fucking me at a furious pace now, he cups one of my huge breasts in his big hand and pops a pink nipple in his mouth, sucking the strawberry goo straight off. I feel my pussy convulsing on his dick, my cum releasing and mixing in with the strawberry liquid. His dick gets harder and harder like steel as it pulsates in my pussy.

  “Daddy, it’s such a big dick! Daddy, daddy, take care of me, daddy! I’m your little girl!”

  “You’re my little girl, I’m always going to protect you. You know that?”

  “Forever, daddy?”

  “Forever, I’m not ever losing you. Not ever.”

  “I love you, daddy.”

  “I love you too, sweetheart.”

  He picks me up and slams my little body against the cold refrigerator. I can feel the skin on my back pulsating from the tension of heat and ice, and I know I should be screaming in pain right now, but I’m only screaming in pleasure because of Dominick’s thick dick reaching up further and further inside of me.