Eager First Times

by Betsy Locke

  I stroked his cock with my hand while bobbing my head up and down. Matthew's fingers clenched my hair as he moaned. He started to thrust, feeding me his cock, pushing so far down my throat that I almost gagged. But then I made it to his base and Matthew pulled every inch out of me all at once.

  “Lay down on the sleeping bag. Take off your pants,” he told me.

  I pulled my pajama pants off and Matthew's eyes got big when he realized that I wasn't wearing any panties. My wet pussy was all bare just for him.

  Matthew bent down and pulled my legs apart at my thighs. He got in between and pressed his cock against my clitoris, rubbing his head around my fleshy bulb. I cried out, not giving two fucks if Ava heard me. She deserved to lose once in awhile.

  Matthew pressed his cock down more, slipping between my juicy lips and finally entering my tight hole. I gasped as he tore into me, my pussy stretching so wide to fit him. But he was still so big. There was no way he could fit.

  The feeling of this giant man inside me was too much to handle. “I'm going to come, Matthew!” I screamed.

  “Come all over my cock, Sophia.” Matthew stopped pushing his cock into me and stayed still, watching me closely.

  I let go and convulsions racked my body. I flopped around on the ground as pleasure rippled through my system. I hadn't felt this good from an orgasm ever before.

  And it was only going to get better.

  As my muscles relaxed, Matthew started to thrust. Slowly at first but then a little bit faster. He pumped into me deeper and deeper until I took in every inch of that cock.

  The ground was a lot different than having sex on a bed. On a mattress there's a lot of cushion and you bounce back when you're pushed into it.

  But on the carpet, Matthew pounded me and there was no bouncing back. It was rough and real. I wouldn't want it any other way.

  Matthew lifted my legs up higher and used my thighs as leverage to fuck me harder than before. I couldn't hear anything over my moaning. Matthew watched my large breasts kick back and forth. I could tell he wanted to spread his seed all over my chest. But I wanted more than that.

  “I'm so close, Matthew. Will you come with me?”

  He bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes. He needed to focus on staying with me or else it would be over too soon.

  The pleasure reached higher and higher. I never knew it could be like this. The room spun around. “I'm going to come again!” I yelled at Matthew.

  “Fuck. Fuck,” he groaned, bursting within me. A strong spray of cum shot deep inside my pussy.

  I found my release and let it ravage my body, enduring the extreme pleasure that I never wanted to end. If only Matthew could come like this inside me every second of every day. That would make for a good life.

  Matthew continued to rock his hips and empty his balls inside me. My body still rumbled with aftershocks but my orgasm began to die down.

  Matthew pulled out with a moan and collapsed next to me. I could feel my pussy gushing with his fluids.

  I only wanted more. I wanted to be filled up all night long.

  “That was incredible. Nothing compares,” Matthew said in exasperation.

  “I still can't believe that monstrous penis fit inside me.”

  “You were so fucking tight but I made it work,” he replied with a smile.

  I rested my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. “I still can't believe we just did that. I always wanted to but I knew we couldn't. Now that we did, I hate that we wasted all those years. We could've been doing this every night.”

  “Let's not dwell on that. Let's just pretend that we both realized our feelings for each other just now.”

  “I can do that.” I rubbed his hard pecs with my fingers. How could one man be so strong? I looked down and saw that he was ready for me again. His length was hard as a rock. It had only been minutes.

  He looked down at his erection. “Look what you do to me, Sophia.”

  “I might have a way to help you with that...”

  Chapter Six

  I jumped on top of Matthew and ran my fingers over his sweaty six-pack abs. I imagined him doing crunches and every muscle flexing. I rubbed my pussy over his hardness, spreading his seed and my wetness all over his shaft.

  Once he was slick enough, I gripped him and lowered down onto his blunt head. I howled as he burrowed into me. I couldn't even make it all the way down. I had to move up and start all over again. I pushed myself down harder this time until I finally buried his entire cock in me.

  I bent over slightly and put my weight on Matthew's chest. I rocked my ass up and down, fucking him slowly.

  Matthew reached up and kissed me, his hands feeling up my tits and then moving to my ass. He slammed me down on his cock over and over again.

  The door suddenly opened and Ava walked right in. Every different type of reaction crossed her face. Shock, disgust, and then finally jealousy. “Holy shit, I didn't meant to walk in on you both. I'll just leave.”

  Ava closed the door behind her and we both laughed. His large cock inside me was hard to ignore. Literally. I started to fuck Matthew again and our laughter quickly turned to moans.

  I wasn't going to stop for anything. I was going to ride Matthew for the rest of my life.

  The End

  Story Twenty Four

  Copyright 2018

  All Rights Reserved.

  Disclaimer: This ebook is a work of fiction. Any resemblance characters in this story may have to real people is coincidental.

  No section of this book may be copied or reproduced without the author's permission.

  Description

  Olivia needs something more. Her husband never leaves the couch and doesn't even glance at her anymore.

  And now the hottest man with ripped muscles moves in next door. His strong arms hold her close and his lips tell her every naughty fantasy she's ever dreamed of.

  Chapter One

  I peeked through the blinds, looking out at the house next door. A large moving truck was parked in the driveway. I couldn't really get a good look at who was doing the unloading.

  “Looks like we have new neighbors,” I said to Kevin, my husband, who was sitting in his “spot” on the couch. Nowadays when he wasn't working, Kevin could always be found in front of the television. I couldn't even count on my fingers the amount of months it has been since he touched me.

  “What did you say?” Kevin yelled over the sound of the television.

  I walked in front of the screen to block his view. It was the only way to disconnect him from the obsession. He tried to crane his head to the side but I moved to block him again. “I said we have new neighbors.”

  Kevin finally gave me his attention. It wasn't his full attention but it was better than nothing. “When did the Johnsons move away?”

  I sighed. “The Johnsons still live here. It's the house on the opposite side. How do you not remember the Hitchcocks moving out?”

  Kevin shrugged. “So who's moving in then?”

  “I'm not sure. I was thinking we should go over there and introduce ourselves. Welcome the new family to the neighborhood.”

  “Sorry Olivia, but I'm not dressed. Maybe you should go by yourself.”

  Kevin always wore a football t-shirt and boxers on the weekend. There was no way to get him to do any work around the house. I knew better than to try and argue with him about it. Kevin was stubborn and unmoving.

  “That's fine. I'll go over there myself.” I went back to the blinds. The moving truck was still there.

  Kevin had already checked out and was watching the television again.

  I went upstairs and fixed up my makeup and hair. I always needed to put on the best first impression. I changed into my perfect pair of jeans that hugged my every curve. My white t-shirt didn't reveal much but it was tight enough to showoff how big my breasts were.

  In the kitchen, I searched the fridge for anything that I could bring over as a gift. There was a tupperware of old lef
tovers from two weeks ago that needed to be thrown away. I had given up baking anything for Kevin years ago. He never cared for desserts much.

  There wasn't anything in the kitchen that could be given as a welcoming gift. It would be silly to go to the store today just for that. I could go always bake something later and bring it over there tomorrow.

  “I'm going next door now. Sure you don't want to join me?” I asked Kevin.

  He didn't even respond, the light from the television reflecting in his eyes. I rolled my eyes and walked outside. The sun felt nice on my skin. I thought I should lay out in the backyard later and tan a little.

  I walked over to the house that I was always jealous of. The Hitchcocks had a much better front yard than us. They also got it painted a couple years ago that made it look almost brand new. I didn't even want to look at my house. The paint was peeling and there was still a dent in the garage door from when Kevin accidentally parked too close.

  The moving truck was pulled up close to their garage and a loading ramp was pulled out. I came to the back of the truck and peeked inside to see a lot of modern furniture. A living room set that I would die for.

  “Can I help you?” a voice asked.

  I spun around and my heart got caught in my throat. The most delicious man in his late twenties stood before me. His brown hair was shaved pretty close to his head and he wore red t-shirt that couldn't contain his muscles. His chest almost came out further than mine did. His arms were two barrels that could crush a man to death.

  He must be from the moving company to help carry heavy stuff. He would have no problem lifting anything all by himself. I flushed. A desire that I hadn't felt in such a long time stirred between my legs.

  “I was looking for the new owners of the house,” I said once I regained my composure.

  “Name's William,” he said.

  We shook hands briefly. His hands was rough and strong. The sign of a perfect man. “I'm Olivia. I live next door.”

  His eyes lit up when he realized I wasn't a solicitor. “Nice to meet you.”

  “Is your wife around?” I asked, trying to look past him into his house.

  “It's actually just me,” he said, walking up the ramp and into the truck.

  I gulped. I suddenly wanted to hide my wedding ring. Throw it as far away as I could. “So you're single?” It was hard to get the question out.

  William squatted to pick up a heavy box. The muscles in his arms flexed and I got weak in the knees. He brought the large cardboard box into the garage and set it down. He wiped his hands on his jeans.

  “Is that odd?” His clear blue eyes looked into mine.

  I couldn't hold eye contact with him. “Well it's a little unusual to buy a three bedroom house when you're single.”

  William smiled. “Well I used to live in a two bedroom apartment but I want to get a dog someday. Kind of needed a backyard for that. Also I own a lot of stuff as you can see.

  This was the man I was always looking for. The man that I wish my husband could be.

  Chapter Two

  I stood there like a fool, not knowing what to say next. William continued unpacking the van. I almost offered to help but thought that would be too forward of me. I slowly started to walk backwards. “Well Kevin and I are just next door if you need anything.”

  “So you're married?” William asked.

  I cursed to myself. He hadn't seen the wedding ring and I could've gotten away with it if it wasn't for my stupid mouth.

  “Yep, I'm married.” I showed him my ring like it was a powerful artifact that could repel single men.

  But I didn't want to repel him.

  I returned to my house and shut the door behind me. I rested against it and tried to calm my beating heart. I wasn't expecting that in a million years. William is just so...

  “So who's the family that moved in?” Kevin asked. He was no longer in the living room but in the kitchen fixing himself a sandwich.

  I didn't know quite how to answer that question. “Uh, he's very nice,” I replied.

  “You only met the husband?” he replied, spreading mustard on bread.

  He was going to find out eventually. “He's single. His name is William.” I thought that might elicit a reaction from Kevin but he just took his sandwich into the living room and started eating it.

  We didn't even finish the conversation. I went to the bedroom and closed the door. I hadn't had the urge in forever. I couldn't remember the last time I did it but nothing could stop me from doing it now.

  But in the past, I was always home alone while Kevin was at work. How could I touch myself when he was in the next room? I couldn't lock the bedroom door.

  But I could get away with locking the bathroom door. I rushed in there and turned on the shower. Kevin wouldn't even try the door if he knew that I was in the shower. I locked the door and quickly stripped my clothes off.

  Steam fogged the mirror as I entered the standing shower. The warm water rushed over my face and long blonde hair. My pulse was still pounding in my ears. Just the thought of touching myself was so exciting.

  My hand ran over my big breasts and past my belly. My fingers snaked through my pubic hair and reached my hard nub. The sudden injection of pleasure made me gasp.

  It had been so very long.

  I circled my lips with one finger, imagining William forcing me to my knees. He dropped his pants and rested his monstrous cock on my mouth.

  “Suck on my big cock,” he would say to me.

  I opened my mouth and put two fingers in, pretending William was fucking my face. I ran the palm of my hand over my clitoris, swirling it around in circles. The water cascaded over my shoulders and down to my pubic mound.

  I imagined William finding his release, coming deep down my throat. The pleasure was too good. I reached my climax, the muscles in my legs tensing up and my feet arching up off the tile floor. I bit down on my fingers to keep from screaming.

  I inhaled sharply when the ecstasy finally faded. My chest burned for oxygen. Touching myself had never felt so good. And I couldn't stop there.

  I wouldn't be satisfied until after I had soaked up every orgasm my body was possible of having.

  A knock at the door interrupted me. I had lost count of how many times I came. Every sensation felt so damn good. I opened the shower door and poked my head out. “What is it?” I was glad I locked the door.

  “Are you going to make dinner soon?”

  Shit. If he was asking for dinner then that meant it was getting close to 6:00 PM. I had been in the shower for at least an hour and a half.

  “I'm coming out and I'll whip something up!”

  As I stepped out of the shower, my legs barely worked. I needed to use the bathroom counter to hold myself up. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. I hadn't felt that relaxed in years. Why did I not do that sooner?

  Then I remembered it was all thanks to William. There had been nothing around here that could spark my excitement like he had done.