by Alex Dawson
"I think that that can be arranged," he said, sliding a finger up and down her crack. Withdrawing it, he asked "Can I see you touch yourself for a minute?"
She slid two fingers in her slit and gasped at the difference. Her fingers slid easily in the slickness and she went right to her entrance and almost inside herself without any effort at all.
"That's nice," she said. She'd loved the feeling of her fingers sliding so easily over her clit, a little teasing touch she could feel all day and not get tired of.
"It is," he agreed.
She returned her hand to her breast and felt him trace the same path, rubbing circles around her entrance before sliding one finger barely inside.
"Is this okay?" he asked, and she nodded. It was more than okay, it was amazing. She felt like she were flying.
He pushed inside her a little more, until he came to the barrier she'd felt with her toothbrush.
She opened her eyes for a minute and looked at him, and he saw the concern on her face.
"Would you like to stop without breaking your cherry?" he asked.
She hesitated.
"I... I don't know," she admitted, "I wanted to feel something inside me so badly, but I also don't want to lose it."
"Don't worry about it now," he said, "Let's make you come without anything inside you."
She moaned in frustration. The tease of his fingers sliding just inside her had made her long for more, for deeper and harder contact.
"Would it hurt?" she asked.
"Shit, most girls lose theirs from riding bikes or something and don't even notice, but I don't really know, if you're older. Maybe? People always joke about it," he said.
She gulped.
"Okay," she said, and nodded. She shut her eyes and waited to feel it go.
"Do you want me to?" he asked.
"Yes," she admitted.
Two of his fingers slipped inside her easily, while he used his other hand to rub her clit. Tina shut her eyes and lost herself over to the sensation, rocking her hips onto his fingers and making little gasping moans that might have shocked her.
He pulled them out and thrust in deeper. She cried out and he held the brush still, patting her thigh soothingly.
"Is that okay?" he asked. "I'm sorry if it hurt, it should feel better now."
She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. It did hurt, but in the same way that pinching her nipples had hurt, slight undercurrents of pain masked by waves of pleasure making it more than worthwhile.
Soon, the fingers were as deep inside her as they could go, and she felt Kenny slide them easily in and out of her body as she threw her head back and groaned aloud with desire.
"You look so hot right now, sweetheart," he said, and she smiled at him without opening her eyes. It felt good, having something thick and hard inside her, but not as good as she had always hoped. There was no amazing, overwhelming pleasure.
She had gone looking for ecstasy and found... nice. Not bad, but not enough. She couldn't help but be a little disappointed.
Trying to push that to the back of her mind, she focused on the pleasure that she was feeling, rubbing her clit in hard circles and building towards a release, feeling herself clench around Kenny's fingers.
"Will you come for me?" Kenny asked, his voice hoarse.
She nodded and continued to rub her clit as the shaft worked in and out of her, Kenny picking up his pace and reaching up with one hand to knead and squeeze her breast again.
That was more like it. It wasn't the blind joy she had been hoping for, but it felt amazing, and she let herself get lost in the sensations.
To her surprise, she found herself thinking about what he'd said, about tying her up and spanking her. She pictured herself tied to the bed and wondered how a hard swat from his hand would feel - like the squeeze of his hand on her breast, sharp and painful and hot, with the waves of pleasure running through her body?
Her orgasm took her by surprise, thinking about the warm weight of his hand on her bottom, finding herself tensing and releasing, clenching her passage hard, gasping and moaning and wanting it to never end.
He pulled his fingers out of her and kept idly stroking her nipple, causing tingling aftershocks to radiate out and the pleasure that she now knew was an orgasm to wash over her in lesser and lesser waves.
“Was that as good as you’d hoped?” he asked.
“No,” she admitted.
“It wasn’t? How so?” he asked.
“Well,” she said, “I’ve heard for years that there’s nothing as fun as having something inside you, but it felt like there was something missing. It felt good, but not wonderful like I’d hoped.”
She couldn’t keep the disappointment from her voice.
"Way to make a man feel like a stud," he said, and laughed.
She immediately frowned, that's not at all what she had meant.
"I'm sorry, Kenny," she began, but he held up a hand.
"No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said something like that," he said, "I do want to satisfy you, and I don't want to make your first time being touched disappointing."
She shook her head.
"It was really nice," she said, smiling at him, and hesitated. "Can I... Can I do something for you?" she asked.
She looked at him and saw that there was a bulge in the front of his jeans.
He hesitated too.
"Uh, I wouldn't say no, but you really don't have to. Thinking about how hot you looked coming will be a jerk-off fantasy for months," he said, and winked at her.
She laughed.
"I want to make you feel good too, but I have no clue what to do," she admitted.
"Would you mind using your hand or your mouth on me?" he asked.
Tina screwed up her face.
"You can use your own hand, can't you, how is that any more fun for you if I do it?" she asked.
"Oh, believe me, a pretty girl with her hand on your cock is still a treat," he said.
"Why don't I use my mouth?" she asked.
"Fuck, I wouldn't say no to that," he said.
She nodded. He sat there for a minute, fully dressed in front of her, smiling at her.
"How do I start?” she asked, "Can I see you?"
He stood up and pulled off his shirt, and then unzipped his pants and stepped out of his jeans, leaving him clad only in boxers, straining over his erection.
"All right?" he asked.
She couldn’t help herself - she was so interested, so excited. Even though she’d just come, she started to feel a tingle between her legs at the thought of seeing a man’s cock for the first time, of getting to touch one.
“Yes,” she murmured.
He pushed his boxers down and stepped out of them and his cock sprang free, jutting out proudly from against his body.
She gasped.
“It’s so big!” she blurted out. She hadn’t realized quite how large a man’s cock was, even though she wasn't as clueless now as when she had arrived at the bar.
Kenny laughed.
"It's about average, but I like the way you think," he said.
It looked a whole lot bigger than that to Tina. She would have believed him if he’d said that his cock was a foot long and self-aware, it looked like it was straining towards her with a mind of its own.
She hardly believed herself, but her first thought was ‘I want that inside me.’
It looked big, sure, but it also looked warm, and alive, and right, and she wanted to feel it inside her. She knew that wanting that was a sin, and was filled with a wave of shame even as she felt the wetness start to grow between her legs, and the tingle there increase.
"So, um, what now?" she asked.
"Go ahead and touch it," he said.
Kenny walked over to her and stood by the bed, presenting his hard organ to her.
She reached out a small, slim hand, and cautiously petted the top of it, as though it was a strange cat she was just meeting.
He laughed.
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bsp; "Wrap your hand around it," he suggested, and she did so.
Her small hand made his giant member seem even larger, and she could hardly believe that these fit inside women.
Without prompting, she started to stroke her hand up and down the shaft, slowly and hesitatingly, looking up at Kenny with wide eyes to see if she was doing the right thing.
"Yeah," he breathed, "Yeah, just like that."
After a few minutes of stroking, he wrapped his hand around hers and jacked himself off with her hand, showing her the rhythm he wanted, showing her the speed he craved.
Tiffany bit her lip and concentrated when he removed his own hand, trying to get the speed right and keep up the rhythm.
She found that she liked touching his cock. It was hard and a little threateningly long, but the skin was soft and she liked the way she could feel it twitch and pulse in her hand.
She felt the pulsing start to increase and wondered what was going on.
"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna nut," Kenny groaned.
She immediately pulled her hand off his cock and breathed hard for a minute.
He looked down at her, sitting on the side of the bed. She saw the question in his eyes and felt bad for a moment at stopping before he came.
"Is it okay if I try to suck you for a minute first?" she asked, "I don't really know what to do, so you'll have to tell me, if you don't mind?
"God, no," he said, "Would you mind kneeling? I've heard that it's easier to suck cock if you're kneeling."
She opened her eyes and climbed off the bed, kneeling on the cold floor.
"Wow, you look amazing, naked and on your knees like that," he said.
She blushed again, a combination of pride and shame warring across her face. She was glad to look good, but she knew that good girls didn't kneel naked before a guy, ready to suck his cock.
Maybe she wasn't a good girl any more, but what did that make her? Until a few short months ago, she had always been dutiful and obedient to her religion and her family, both of which would be appalled if they could see her now.
She tamped those thoughts down. Those were her mother's thoughts, not hers, and Tina was going to be her own woman.
He stepped forward and the cock she'd been stroking ended up right on her mouth, smearing precum over her lips and chin.
Immediately, she opened her mouth and let him press his cock inside, just a little bit.
She didn't know what to do then, so she held still and waited for further instructions.
"Lick it, stroke it, suck it?" he asked.
She reached up a shaking hand and wrapped it back around his shaft, stroking a little as she opened her mouth further and darted out her tongue to lick the underside of his shaft.
"Oh, fuck, yeah, just like that" Kenny said, and she knew she was doing better.
She opened her eyes, so that she could see the cock in all of its veiny glory, head hard and red, throbbing a little in her hesitant grip.
She licked around the top of the head a few times, experimentally.
It didn't taste too bad, she realized. A little musky, a little salty, but not unpleasant. Exciting, too. She knew that she was doing something wrong, something forbidden, and the thought warmed her up, making her nipples throb and her clit ache to be touched.
She moaned a little and shut her eyes again, taking the head of his cock into her mouth and starting to suck a little, stroking the shaft to her mouth.
Tina couldn't help herself, reaching up with the hand not on his shaft and rubbing first one and then the other breast, moaning again on on his shaft as she teased her own nipples.
"That's the best show I've ever seen," he said, and she was again filled with that combination of pride and shame.
She felt her body react to the act of touching his cock. Her nipples and clit kept aching more and more, desperate to be touched. She wanted to slip her fingers between her legs, but she didn't know if she could focus on anything else if she did.
She was busy with his cock shaft and cockhead and her own nipples when she heard Kenny above her ask her to look at him.
Without stopping, she opened her eyes and looked up into his face, seeing his kind smile and melting.
"Will you start moving your head on me?" he asked.
Tina leaned forward a little, taking a little more of his cock into her mouth, and then pulled back, never breaking eye contact with him.
"That's right, just like that," he said, "Keep on going."
She leaned forward again, pulled back again, bobbing on the end of his cock, getting his shaft slippery with her spit and his precum, sliding on it so easily that, without even realizing it, on just about every thrust she took a little more of his cock into her mouth. She shut her eyes in concentration without even noticing.
Suddenly, his cock slipped just a little too far into her mouth, and she coughed and gagged suddenly, spluttering and pulling off his cock.
She leaned over, coughing a little, trying to make sure she didn't retch all over the floor.
When she looked up, she saw that Kenny looked concerned and a little confused.
"I'm sorry!" she said. She knew that THAT wasn't what she was supposed to have done.
"No, it's fine, I guess I rushed you a bit," he said, and rubbed his cock, wincing a little.
Tina felt about ready to cry.
"I'm so sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to hurt you, we can try again!"
Kenny shook his head, but he was smiling at her.
“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” he said, “I fell off my bike the first time I tried to ride it, and my ride survived just fine.”
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Absolutely,” he said, “It happens sometimes. Let’s call it a day, go out for pie. I could really go for some pie.”
She laughed, and climbed off the bed to retrieve her clothing.
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“Hey, Princess, you’ve been here for six months,” said Stew, “You’ve stopped fucking up all the time.”
“Has it really been that long?” Tina asked, and the big man nodded.
“Looks like your folks aren’t doing shit about you taking Laura,” he said.
“I’m grateful,” Tina murmured.
“How come nobody else has been hunting them down? Little girl suddenly goes missing, people notice,” one of the other men around the bar said.
Tina and Stew both laughed. She picked up a rag and started to wipe down the tables near the conversation.
“Aw, fuck off, don’t rush us out of here,” someone complained, walking back from the men’s room, adjusting his belt.
“It’s dawn, Larry,” Tina said, “You told me I can rush you at dawn.”
Larry squinted out the window.
“Shit, it sure is,” he said, and shrugged.
“I’m serious,” the first speaker, one she didn’t know as well, insisted, “How the fuck did you get away with stealing a little girl?”
Tina grimaced.
“Our parents didn’t trust the government,” she said, “Home births, home schooling. I am not sure she ever had a birth certificate or social.”
The biker’s braying laugh sprayed beer all over the table.
“They fucked themselves over but good,” he said, “Not dumb enough to make the government keep track of their kid, not smart enough to do it themselves.”
Tina laughed, too.
“That sounds about right, actually,” she said.
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Tina picked up a wrench and dropped it again. Inspecting her hands, she wrinkled her nose at the grease smears.
“Kenny?” she asked.
“Mm?” he replied, looking closely at some part of his bike that she was supposedly learning how to help him fix.
“Did you mean it, that you’d like to tie me up and spank me sometime?” she asked.
He dropped the flashlight he was holding and sat up straight.
“Yes, fuck, yes. I
love a little slap and tickle, but I have had girlfriends who didn’t, and that’s totally cool. Sex is still fun and awesome without it,” he said.
