by Ava Walsh
There was modesty in everything she did, from the way she dressed to the way she talked. She had great self-control and discipline, qualities that are rare in my circle. She was exactly the woman that my dad would approve of. Her big brown eyes were surrounded by long lashes, which drooped halfway after two glasses of wine and reflected the candlelight. She had a small mouth, her lips were pink and her nose was like that of a baby. She carried herself with simplicity. What attracted me to her, even more, was how she thought of herself as an ordinary girl, in spite of having a congresswoman as her mother. Usually, these things go to people’s heads, but she wanted to do something on her own.
After dinner, we went for a walk out in the gardens, under the cloudy sky. She had relaxed by then. I grabbed her hand and intertwined my fingers with hers. She was laughing now, giggling, a semi-smile fixed on her face. She had left her sweater in the dining room – exposing her curves from the front and back – and was shivering a bit. I pulled her close, putting an arm around her.
“You are warm,” she said after a while, nuzzling against me, wrapping her arm around my back. Her skin smelled of strawberries and was soft to the touch. She kicked her heels off and left them behind. “Dang, I can’t walk in these.”
“Why do you wear them then?” I asked.
“I’d be a midget next to you without them,” she said. “Besides, they make my hips look smaller,” she added, a little self-consciously.
“It wouldn’t make me like you any less if they looked bigger.” I kissed her head, rubbing my nose in her hair, taking in her feminine scent, reaching for her plump ass. Her ass did look bigger, almost swollen, now that her heels were off.
“Jesus, the grass feels so good under my feet. The earth is so soft. I can’t remember the last time I did this.”
“You should come here more often, then.”
“I just might,” she said, skipping three steps ahead of me. I caught her from behind and pulled her close, my hands under her heavy bosom. “This seems like a great place to unwind.”
“You bet.”
We were quite a distance from my home when it started drizzling silently. We ran and found refuge under a tree. I sat with my back against it and she sat next to me, shivering violently now.
“You’re barely wet,” I said.
She got up and walked under the large bough, then turned toward me.
“I am totally dry,” she said sarcastically, with mocking laughter.
Her bare arms glistened in the faint light. The rainwater sprayed sparsely through the leaves. Her blouse was totally wet from the front, pressed tightly against her big boobs. I could see her nipples, her tits perked up, peeking out from her now see-through top. She rubbed her hand on her arm as a shiver ran through her.
“Come here,” I said, taking her hand and pulling her close.
She hugged me tightly. “God, I’m freezing,” she whispered through chattering teeth, her eyes closed. In the serenity of the moment, I closed my eyes and found her lips with mine. I kissed her lightly, a mere peck on the lips. Then I kissed her more romantically, my tongue pushing into her mouth slowly. She didn’t resist. I pushed my hand up her shirt, traced her spine with my finger, pushed into her skirt and grabbed her plump, soft ass. She didn’t stop me.
“Siobhan,” I whispered into her ear, knowing it would turn her on. “If you don’t want to—”
She pushed me back and raised her arms. “Help me get out of this, I’m cold.” Now she was playing the game. I pulled her shirt off and she took off everything else. She turned around for me to unbuckle her brassiere, and doffed it off as soon as I did. Then she turned to me with the smarmy smile of a seductress. I tossed my shirt off and shucked my jeans. I hadn’t had time to put on boxers. I pulled her close, her large breasts pressing into me.
“My body is taking heat from yours—” she began, but I interrupted the science lecture.
“Your body is about to take a lot from me.”
“Is that so, big boy,” she said, daring me.
But she was cold and I wanted her to get comfortable first. I sat again, my back against the tree, and pulled her between my thighs. Her cold back pushed against my chest and my cock was pointing straight up, sandwiched between my stomach and the cheeks of her large ass. I wrapped my arms around her, cradling her pair of Double Ds; I cupped each in my hands, my fingers massaging her softness, my thumbs toying with her horny tits.
It’s partially true when they say men think with their dicks, because right now all my blood was rushing down to my love stick. I pulled her closer, sandwiching my sausage tighter.
She turned back her head and whispered, “I can feel it, you know.” She didn’t meet my gaze.
“What can you feel, Siobhan?”
“I can feel your…” she trailed off. Her pale cheeks turned pink as she blushed, shy. I knew she was talking about my cock, but I wanted her to say it. That would turn me on even more. But I knew she wouldn’t. She was too modest and prudish for that.
“You know what I can feel,” I whispered, pushing my hand down to her glans.
“Mm-hmm.”
“I can feel your pussy, Siobhan. I can feel your flesh, tight and ready to be fucked.”
“You wanna do it now?” she asked, her voice slightly unsure.
“Do what, Siobhan? I love foreplay and talking dirty.”
“Mmhmm.”
I turned her around to face me, sat her on my thighs and pulled her close, my rod between our stomachs now. I sucked on the soft skin of her neck, ran my tongue along her collar bone.
“Tell me,” I said, biting her ear, flicking my tongue into its creases. “When was the last time you got fucked? When did you last take it up your curvaceous ass?”
“I…” she hesitated. “I’m a virgin, Harrod.”
Chapter Six - On The Grass, Under The Tree
Harrod
I massage her back gently, my fingers pressing into the smooth skin of her neck. I don’t know how to proceed with this buxom beauty. What does she want me to do? Her head is on my shoulder, her rising and falling stomach stroking my cock softly. The rain is pouring hard now, the clouds thundering.
“Siobhan,” I say, pushing her back on my knees, looking into her big, brown eyes. “You wanna do this?”
She avoids eye contact and gets off me, then kneels between my legs and takes my cock in her small hands. She strokes it softly with one hand, the other pressed against my stomach.
“Easy there,” I say, as she pulls down, stretching my foreskin. Her face is filled with desire, her eyes unsure. I put my hand over hers and guide it. “This is how you do it.”
“You want me to…” She looks at me.
“Do whatever you want,” I say.
She goes lower, my cock still in her hand, and opens her small mouth. She takes the tip in her mouth uncertainly, and I feel her tongue taste my skin. She strokes the shaft with her hand and begins sucking, making a moaning sound, humming. She tries to take it in deep, but the head of my cock is too big for her throat. I try to push in lightly, but it doesn’t go in any more than 3 inches.
She stops, looks up, kisses me, her hands around my shoulders, and then gets back on her back. I climb on top and bury my face in her well-endowed tits. I want her first time to be good. I want her to remember it for the rest of her life. I knead her tits with my hand, sucking on the other one, switching now and again, giving equal attention to both her tits. Kissing her on the mouth, I lick her from her chin to her navel, my tongue pushing. She lets out a small laugh. “It tickles,” she says.
I lick her down to her sparsely-haired pussy, moistening her already wet labia with my tongue. Her body tenses as I push my tongue into her virgin pussy, but I work down her until her body relaxes again. Her juices are trickling down. I spit on my finger and push it inside her, relaxing her even further. I get back on top and bury my face in her tits, pushing another finger up her cunt. She lets out a small moan when I push in the third finger, her body re
sponding to the fingering, her breathing getting heavier. I stop when she gets close, wanting an explicit response from her.
“Harrod,” she says, in a quivering voice.
“What?”
“Please don’t stop.”
“You want me inside you,” I say, forcing her to look at me. She nods. I push my cock between her legs, pressing her legs closer together, rubbing the entire 7.5 inches against her virginity, giving her a taste of what’s to come. Her flowing juices lubricate it already. I know she’s ready.
I tower over her and spit on my cock, rubbing the head against the pink folds of her opening. She arches her back, desperate for it. I push inside her slowly, just the head. Her hand shoots up and presses into my chest. “Stop,” she says, moving her ass to force my cock out. “It hurts.”
“It will be alright,” I say, reassuring her. Her pussy is too tight and my cock too big for it. “Trust me,” I say.
She nods. I get on top and pin her in place. I cover her mouth with mine, “Trust me.” I don’t move until she stops squirming under me. Her pussy is so tight that my cock is squished tightly into it. It’s almost uncomfortable for me. Her insides are stretched, pushing to return to their normal position, putting pressure on my cock from all sides. She moves slightly, a gentle motion with her hips. She’s ready.
I don’t want to cause pain or damage. I remember my ex-girlfriend had to see a gynecologist for vaginal tearing after her first time. When she’s ready, she wraps her arm around my neck and pulls me close, bringing my mouth to hers, kissing me. I start moving slowly, focusing on her pleasure. The more she responds, the faster I fuck. All the while my mouth is on hers. She kisses me tightly, passionately, the intensity of her mouth reflecting the speed of my thrusts. I can feel myself dripping pre-cum inside her. Then I pick her up, my cock still inside her, and push her against the tree. We don’t talk. Her eyes are closed. I start fucking her harder and she suppresses her moans at first. Her breathing gets heavier and her moans get louder. Her nails start digging into my back, scratching along the length.
“I’m close,” I say. “Fuck, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come inside you.”
“Harder,” she mumbles in a quivering voice, her body tense, ready for release.
I push her back on the grass and start fucking her the way she wants me to now. I pull all the way out, leaving her empty for a second, then push in with a swift thrust. She’s enjoying this, I can tell from her face and her moans. In and out, faster. The water splashes as our wet, naked bodies come close to relief. She wraps her legs tightly around me as she reaches her orgasm, shooting her warm juice onto my cock. I want to pull out but I’m so close I can’t stop myself. She moans loudly as she comes, and I pant heavily, climaxing, shooting my load inside her in three huge spurts. I crash on top of her and plant a kiss on her cheek.
“That was…” she struggles to find words.
“Amazing,” I say.
I turn around and bring her on top of me, her cheek pressed against my heart. We lie there until it gets too cold and wet. When we get up, she’s a mess. Her body has dirt all over it, and there is grass in her messy hair bun. She gets up and struggles to walk, and it looks horrifying for a second. She can’t walk straight. But she smiles at me and I know it’s all right. She picks up our clothes and walks back to me with a lopsided gait. I see our mixed juices flowing between her legs. She presses her hand to her pussy, then squints to look at it.
“I am bleeding,” she says.
“I’m sorry,” I say, planting a kiss on her forehead.
“It’s okay.” We start walking back naked. There seems to be no point in putting on the wet clothes now. She takes six steps and stops. “Harrod, I can’t walk. It hurts.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll carry you.”
“My clothes are wet. What are we gonna do?”
“Walk back naked,” I say with a grin.
“What if someone sees us?”
I scoop her up in my arms and carry her back. “Who cares?”
When we reach the stairs, I put her back on her feet. We run back inside, laughing, soaking wet, dripping on the carpet all the way until we reach my bedroom. I follow her into the shower but she tells me she wants to shower alone so I leave her and fill the Jacuzzi instead. I lie back in the hot water, picturing her washing herself. I wonder how she feels. She steps out of the shower, a towel wrapped around, her curly, wet hair falling to her side. She sits on the side of the Jacuzzi and tests the water with her finger.
“This is nice and warm,” she says.
“You’re welcome to join. We can do it all over again.” I’m getting hard again already.
She shakes her head. “I don’t think I can do it again for a month.”
“Come on in,” I say, grabbing her arm. She squeals as I pull her in.
“No sex,” she says.
“Okay,” I say. She’s back on my lap again, my hard cock pressing into her back. “Let’s just have this bath together.” I massage her supple, tired body.
“That was incredible,” she says.
“If it was then why don’t you want to do it again?”
“I do, of course. I just…not right now. I’m really sore.” I massage her pussy softly with my fingers. I can already feel that it’s not as tight as it was moments ago. “You’re a cool guy,” she throws in as an afterthought.
We get out of the bath. “I don’t have any clothes for you,” I say. “But Gabe will have them washed and clean by the time you wake up. Until then, you are sleeping with me, naked.”
“That sounds nice,” she says.
Once we get in bed, we make out for a while. I want to take her from behind, slap her full ass-cheeks as I bury myself inside her, but I know she isn’t up for it. Then I remember coming inside her.
“Sorry I came inside you, but you wrapped your legs around me. I couldn’t pull out.”
“It’s fine,” she says dismissively. “I’ve read stuff. Nothing happens if you don’t wear a condom once.”
I wake up before she does in the morning, with morning wood. I haven’t desired a woman so much ever before, but then no woman has ever said no to me. She hasn’t really turned me down, though. I understand why she can’t fuck again just yet.
Gabe takes our clothes to the laundry, and we head down to the dining room for breakfast in towels. The towel is too small for her, and half her cleavage is already hanging out. It keeps falling off until she finally throws it aside.
We wait until she gets her clothes back, lying on the sofa, whispering sweet nothings to each other. She leaves soon after her clothes are returned from the laundry.
“It was really nice, Harrod.”
“What was?” I ask.
She blushes. “You know what. All of it.”
“Likewise.”
“So, I’ll…see you around?” she wagers.
“You bet you will.”
Chapter Seven - The Reunion
Harrod
When my dad returns from work that night, he calls me into his room.
“Harrod,” he begins. “Have you given any thought to what we talked about the other day?”
“I thought it was a dream, or that you were joking,” I say.
“Tell me, Harrod,” he says in an ominous tone. “In all the time you have known me, do I come across as a person who jokes or fucks around with people?”
I shake my head.
“Then why would I joke about who we are?”
“It’s just hard to believe, to take in all this supernatural stuff just because you say so.”
“Very well,” he says. “You will head to the farmlands tomorrow. I’ll let Grandpa know you’re coming. I am sure you’ll be excited to see your brother. The next full moon is not for another three weeks. You will have plenty of time to understand and get used to things. As you have implied, you will believe things when you see them.”
“You can’t be serious,” I say. I have always wanted to go to the farmlands
, but my dad has never allowed me. Now that I can actually go, I’m not sure whether I’m excited or not.
“I am. I’ll send in your clearance early. You leave at noon tomorrow. It’s best to get there while the sun is out. Pack your things.”
“Okay,” I say, excited.
Around 11:30 the next day, Gabe knocks on my door. “Sir, the jet will be ready to depart in half an hour. I have already loaded your bags.”
I walk down the stairs and across the gardens to the runway. The heat is radiating from the dark asphalt, as though there’s water boiling underneath. After the security swipe, the officers clear me to go. I hop on board and prepare for a reunion with my brother. I wonder what he’ll be like, how tall he’ll be, whether he’ll have missed me, what his personality will be like, etc.
I fall asleep soon after take-off. When I wake up, I head to the pilot’s cabin.
“Drew? I didn't know you could fly planes.”
“It’s how your father prefers it,” he says.
“And why is there no hostess on board?”
“Your father’s instructions.”
“Weird,” I say.
“Oh, you have no idea,” he says savagely. “Enjoy the view,” he says. “We’re almost there.”
I go back to my seat and open the shutter. All I see down below are snow-capped mountains and jumbo trees. If I didn’t know better, I’d wager we were in the Swiss Alps, but it takes a lot longer to get there, so I know we’re still in the States.
“Buckle up,” says Drew, over the speakers. “It’s gonna get bumpy.”
We land on a small runway in a clearing. Drew opens the door and ushers me out. “I have to head back. They’ll be here soon.”
“Who will be here?” I ask. “Where am I, Drew? There’s nothing here.”
“Your Grandpa has been alerted of your arrival. He’ll come pick you up.”
Drew unloads my luggage and leaves it a little off the runway, then gets back into the plane, nods to me and closes the door. I watch as he turns the plane around, taxis and flies off, disappearing into the clouds. Then I look around. The runway is just a small patch of road that leads nowhere. There are no roads or buildings around. I am standing in a forest on a mountain surrounded by trees. The trees look familiar, like the giant ones I saw in my dreams, but the place is different.
