“You did very well, Lucy, for being a virgin.” He reached down, tipping her face to his. “I suspect there’s been some explorations on your part? Spent some time finding out what makes you feel good?”
Lucy blushed furiously, turning her head away. Robert laughed.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Your body is yours, to do with as you please. It’s no sin to give yourself pleasure.” He held her close for a moment, stroking her hair. He spoke, almost to himself.
“We’ll need to be married soon. For five shillings, we can be married at the church on the island where we’re going to make port. It will be quick, but it needs to happen before Lord Swanton’s demise is discovered. I’m not sure how long it will take, but it would be easier if you were married before it’s discovered he’s dead.”
The sound of his voice, the rocking of the ship, the release her body had experienced all conspired to take Lucy to the edge of sleep. She felt Robert pulling her close as she drifted off.
***
Epilogue - Three months later.
Bright moonlight spilled over the polished wood of the bedroom floor, the curtains at the open door billowing into the room on the warm night breeze.
“Oh, god, Lucy!” Robert’s voice was low, rough with passion. “Ah…fuck…” his words were lost in incoherent cries as he thrust himself into Lucy’s soft mouth, his fingers wound through her auburn hair. He pulled his hard cock from her mouth, Lucy’s hands instantly flying up to grab his thick shaft, stroking his wet cock, holding the head against her lips, her tongue darting out, teasing the slit at the end.
Still holding his cock, reached up, stroking his balls. With a loud cry, Robert shot a creamy stream over Lucy’s face. She opened her mouth, holding his cock to catch the continuing spurts. Robert’s hips flexed forward, his body jerking as he continued crying out, spraying his hot load into Lucy’s mouth.
Lucy looked up at Robert, still holding his cock, licking the last dribbles from the end. She held his softening cock against her face, rubbing in slowly over her cheek.
“And, sir, was that to your liking?” She looked up at Robert.
“If you’re asking my cock, the answer is the same as mine. Yes. It was very much to my liking.” Robert reached down, pulling Lucy up from the floor, pressing her naked body against his.
“And you’re very much to my liking, Mrs. Swanton. I like seeing you on your knees, with those big eyes looking up at me, the moonlight shining in them. You make me hot and hard and then you take me into your mouth, willingly, and do things I’d never dreamed of. You’ve done things to me no woman ever has.”
Robert kissed her roughly, running his hands down her arms. He broke their kiss, looking down at her, his breath ragged. In one motion, he picked her up, carrying her to the four-poster bed. He placed her down gently, lying beside her.
“I’m going to kiss you now, Mrs. Swanton, starting at the top of your head, working my way down until I reach your toes.”
He bent down, kissing along the edge of her hairline, moving over her face, down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses.
Sliding down in the bed, he gently cupped her breast, holding it go his lips, kissing the soft skin. Lucy inhaled, arching her back against him. Robert pulled her hard nipple into his mouth, moaning against her skin as he sucked at her. Lucy wound her fingers into his dark hair, holding him tightly to her.
Robert finally broke away, Lucy sighing beneath him. He ran a line of kisses down her stomach, running his tongue briefly around the edge of her navel. She giggled, tugging at his hair, drawing her knees up.
“Robert! Stop. You know I’m ticklish.” Robert looked up from his labors, smiling.
“Sorry, love.” He bent his head, sliding his tongue down past her navel. He pushed Lucy’s legs apart, kissing the inside of each thigh. He gently spread the edge of her pussy, licking and nibbling, working his tongue into her cunt.
“Robert…please.” Lucy was rolling her hips, tugging at Robert’s hair. Robert resisted her urging, continued probing her with his tongue, thrusting it into her over and over. Lucy was squirming beneath his mouth, hands clutching the sheets.
“Robert!” Lucy tried to sit up. “Please Robert!”
Finally lifting his head, Robert rested his head on his hand.
“Yes, love?” Robert looked up at Lucy. “Can I help you?”
“You devil! You know exactly what I’m asking for. But you keep denying me!” Lucy was laughing. Robert smiled up at her.
“Oh, yes. I remember. There was something you did like for me to do. Seems to me there’s a certain spot you enjoy having tickled. And you’d like me to tickle that spot, yes?”
Lucy swatted at his head. “Yes, Mr. Swanton. Do you want me to beg?”
“Oh! Well, yes, I haven’t made you beg for anything for a long, long time. I think you should beg, Mrs. Swanton. What do you want me to do?”
Lucy grew serious, her voice low. “I want you to lick my clit, Robert, to run your tongue over that spot, over and over, and make me come. How’s that?” She smiled down at him.
“Poorly. We’ll work on your begging skills another time. But I hate to see a woman in need. I’ll do what I can.”
Robert lowered his head, finding her clit. He flicked it briefly with his tongue, Lucy’s body twitching at the contact. She moaned softly, winding her fingers through his hair.
“Oh, yes. Robert…oh, yes.” Lucy relaxed back on the bed, closing her eyes.
Robert worked at Lucy’s clit for many moments, licking and sucking, pulling gently with his teeth, his head shifting from side to side, his mouth covering every inch of her. Lucy was moaning softly, clutching the sheets, twisting her head, her neck arched and exposed. Robert brought her to the edge over and over again, expertly teasing her, driving her wild with his skillful tongue. When she was gasping, her body tensed and quivering, he pulled her clit into his mouth, sucking roughly.
Lucy was arched up against him, her hips rising off the bed, crying out loudly as she came. Robert kept his mouth against her, licking her as her orgasm rolled through her body like a thunderous wave, as she bucked and rocked beneath him.
She finally pushed his head away, falling back on the bed, gasping, her face flushed, a breathless smile on her lips. Robert looked up at his wife with a chuckle, his impossibly blue eyes shining with love.
“So, how was that? Complaints, compliments, anything you’d like me to improve on for next time?”
“Just one thing,” she gasped. “When can I have you again?”
*
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Selling My Virginity
By Jenevieve DeBeers
Copyright 2013 by Jenevieve DeBeers
It's not easy being a secret virgin. Sometimes my girlfriends make it insufferable.
"And then what did he do?" Lacey said.
I didn't want to know, but God I had to find out. Though it was killing me, I had to know. Sex fascinates me. I obsess on it 24/7. Just hearing my girlfriends talking about what they did in bed got me all hot and needy.
Amber gave us that secret smile, licked her licks, and lowered her voice. "He stuck his finger up my ass."
Lacey, Janine, and I all groaned, our faces screwed up.
"Oh, that's just wrong," Janine said. "How did it feel?"
"It felt great, after I got over my initial shock," Amber said. "Of course, most of my attention was on the way he was sucking on my clit. The man has talent."
Just thinking about a finger up the butt got mine tingling. My
twat was already hot, wet, and achy from first Janine's blow-by-blow account of her date, and now Amber's true confessions about getting it on with three different guys at a dance club. It was getting hard to breath as my overactive mind wanted to replace my girlfriends in those tales with myself, and I was having a hard time shutting that down.
"But that finger up the butt thing only works for guys, right?" I said, hoping I didn't reveal too much about my inexperience by that question. Mostly, though, I was trying to get my brain working on something else beside hot, nasty sex. "Girls don't have prostrates."
"True," Lacey said. "But just getting penetrated feels good. I don't care which orifice it is, either. Just fuck me while I diddle my clit, and we'll be fine, baby boy."
The rest of us squealed, wonderfully scandalized. Lacey had the grace to flush just a little. Of course, diddling my clit was the only "sex" I ever had. Fortunately, my vivid imagination allowed me to dream fuck every hot guy I ever met, and all of my girlfriends boyfriends, brothers, and fathers.
"I think Chevonne is about to cum," Amber said, looking at me with mischievous eyes. "Look at her? She panting, squirming, and looks like she wants to touch herself."
"Oh, hush," I said, and bit my lip. She wasn't all together wrong. I wasn't about to climax, but I really did want to touch myself. I always did when listening to my friends talk about their sexual misconduct. "I was just thinking…never mind."
"I had a threesome with Sammy and Charlie in an elevator," Janine said.
"Really, I had a threesome with them, too," Amber said.
"Me, too," Lacey cried, jumping up and down in her seat.
I was the only one that didn't. My friends all looked expectantly at me, and all I could think about was getting my cherry popped as soon as possible. I was missing out on so much.
"Oh, God, I've got to lose my…," I said, and caught myself. My girlfriends turned to me with the oddest looks. "Oh, I was going to say my lame boyfriend, but Josh isn't really my boyfriend, is he? He's just the guy currently not satisfying me."
They laughed, giving me consolations. It was an open secret that Josh and I weren't doing it, since he came out as a born again Christian right after we started dating, and he intended to save himself for marriage. Our dates were getting farther and farther apart, and I'd just like to stop, but no one else was asking me out. I think he was in the same boat.
"Yeah, poor girl. You should go over to Babydolls on Thursday night, Chevonne," Lacey said.
I frowned. "You think becoming a stripper would help? How?"
She laughed. "No. Not that. On Thursday nights they have a Hot Chick auction. You could auction yourself off and guarantee yourself some hot sexing."
Intense heat flooded my body, totally melting my insides. I was horrified and fascinated at the same time. The idea of a total stranger buying me, and then deflowering me in some wild, kinky night of passion, made my pussy throb and my mind go numb. I so needed to masturbate at that moment. I needed it like no time before.
I had to swallow to loosen my throat. "That's…that's so wrong."
"I've done it," Amber said. "Three times."
"What? Why?" I said, shocked and so turned on.
Amber shrugged. "I did it the first time because I was drunk, and still a virgin. So I auctioned off my virginity, and made a bundle."
"Did he, the guy that bought you, really deflower you?" Lacey said.
"Oh and how! He devirginized every orifice of my body, at least twice," she said, squealing with delight, clapping her hands and squirming. I went cold, and then super heated again. Throat, chest, and groin all got super tight. "He did me good."
I squirmed, feeling so damned hot and sweaty. I couldn't believe how aroused I'd become, or how much my twat was aching, throbbing. My mind put scene after scene of my fondest sex fantasies in my mind.
"Oh my," Lacy said, echoing my thoughts exactly. "I auctioned myself off once, just on a dare."
"It was good, wasn’t it?" Amber said, wagging her brows.
"Damn right it was. He totally dominated me," she said, getting a faraway look. "I should do it again. Or maybe just call him for another one night stand."
Janine squirmed and cleared her throat. "Okay, since we're doing True Slutty Confessions, I was auctioned off at Babydolls last Thursday, because Todd had a cockold fantasy and wanted to watch some stranger bang my brains out."
"You didn't tell us?" I cried.
"I was afraid. That was the most wicked thing I've ever done," Janine said. "And it was awesome!"
"But you broke up with Todd last weekend," Amber said. "Was it because of his cockold fantasy?"
"Yes. I found out how lousy he is in bed, and I want to pursue other men," Janine said, grinning. "Screw him. I'm going to screw everyone else."
That made us all squeal again. So scandalous. I shook my head woefully, looking around the table. We all had such good reputations. If only the people knew what a bunch of sluts my friends were.
"So, Chevonne," Amber said, looking at me expectantly. "Tell us true, have you ever auctioned yourself off?"
"No," I said. "It never occurred to me. Doing it with a stranger? Someone I have no emotional attachment to at all?"
Actually, that was such a turn-on I could barely think about it. It was too distracting, too hot.
"Yeah," Lacey said, a blissful faraway look on her face. "It's great."
"You should try it, Chevonne," Janine said. "You're too much of a goodie-two-shoe. Do something wild and crazy. We're young, hot girls, and this is the time of our lives that we're supposed to do the wild and crazy things we'll regret for a few years, and then brag about when we're too old to do such things anymore."
"Yeah, nursing home confessions," Amber said, and laughed. "My grandmother told me to break all the rules, get into trouble as much as possible, because they will be my fondest memories when I'm her age." She lowered her face almost to the table, and spoke in a low, secretive tone. "Which is why I had a foursome with three frat boys last month."
"Oh my," I say, filled with hot, tingling butterflies.
My thoughts returned to Babydolls, and their Hot Chick auctions. That was so damned wrong on so many levels. Thoughts of a tall, sexy stranger's hands on my body filled my mind. A man who just bought me. A man who owned me. A man who could, and would, do anything he wanted with me, and in the end I would no longer be a virgin.
One month later, 10 P.M. at Babydolls Gentlemen's Club…
"I think I'm going to be sick," Cindy said.
We were standing below the DJ booth, next to the steps up onto the strip club's main stage. A gorgeous redhead was working the pole, between trips to receive tips from men approaching the stage. All she wore were black strappy stilettos, a pink thong, and lots of body glitter. And she had a big, big set of fake boobs.
"It'll be fine," Alexa said, giving Cindy's back a little rub. "You're young, hot, and blonde. These pervs will all be in love with you."
I stood last in that line of three young women on a Thursday night. We were the only three to be auctioned. Cindy Applegate was a tall, willowy blonde with a super model's face and body. She wore a tight hot pink mini-dress and black pumps. Alexa Munoz was a five foot tall Latina, with a spectacularly body and a glorious mane of shiny black hair. Hair down to her butt. She was dressed much sexier, in a black leather halter, skirt, and dog collar, and a pair of matching thigh boots. I felt ugly next to them, but thought I looked pretty sexy in my lacy black bustier top, with red bows and decorations, black spandex mini-skirt, and garter belt holding up lacy black stockings. I wore a new pair of shiny black Fuck Me Pumps, with towering five and a half inch stiletto heels.
Yeah, I was tottering precariously.
"What order do you guys want to be auctioned? First? Second? Last?" the DJ said.
"Is it time?" I said, feeling my insides go cold. He nodded. "I'm last."
I wanted time to change my mind if it didn't go well for Cindy and Alexa. Of course, I had no idea wh
at "not go well" meant. Being auctioned off for sex was scary and sexy at the same time. At the moment, it was more scary.
"I'll…I'll go first," Cindy said, hugging herself tightly even as she beamed a bright smile at the DJ. "Otherwise I'll chicken out."
"Coolness, baby doll," he said. "How do you want me to announce you? What are you offering for the sale price?"
That whole 'sale price' thing kinda irked me. We would each get ninety percent of our sale price. Alexa came every week to auction herself off, and that's how she earned her living. She claimed to live well, too. Sounded like prostitution to me, but was it? I thought it best to not broach the subject with her.
"Just announce me as Sapphire, and that I am offering a night of no hold's barred sex."
I froze as the DJ jotted that down. Using an alias like "Sapphire" never occurred to me. It sounded quite prudent, but prudence wasn't something any of the three of us was practicing that night.
"Got it, Sapphire, one night of anything goes," he said, and turned to Alexa. "Hey, Alexa, looking hot and delicious as ever, baby doll."
"Thanks, DJ Naughty Boy," she purred, and stroked his cheek. "Nothing's changed. I'm
Alexa, and I offer a night of La Vida Loca to some very lucky man."
"Sweet. One of these nights, I'm going to buy you," he said, and she kissed him on the lips.
"Promises, promises," Alexa said, giving him a look that made my blood pressure spike.
His eyes lingered on her face, her lips, and then raked her body head to toe three times before he reluctantly turned to me. Lust filled his face, but it wasn't for me. I felt a pang of jealousy. Why couldn't I make a man lust after me so powerfully?
"So…um…," he said, and glanced at his clipboard. "Ah, here you are. Chevonne DeHardy. Yes." He glanced hungrily at Alexa, who smiled and winked. He had to shake himself after turning back to me. "So, Chevonne, how do you want to be announced?"
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