by Ash Harlow
Natalie smiles and relaxes a little. “No point in wasting time,” she offers.
“No time with you is wasted, and we’ve got all the time in the world now. Tell me, where do we start, in this movie of yours?”
Her nervousness suggests she’s inexperienced, and I’m keen to know about the things that excite her so that I can not only do them, but maybe show her things she’s never even thought about.
Natalie shrugs. “Just…you know…anything’s good.”
She’s blushing, and much as I’d like to draw this out, my dick’s screaming at me, and my mouth is salivating; I have to taste her.
“Sit on the edge of the bed, feet on the floor.”
Her arse and tits jiggle as she crosses the room, and I don’t take my eyes off her as she turns and places herself on the bed exactly as I asked. Two weeks of Pilates training, following instructions on where and what to do with her body, have certainly paid off.
Her hands are gripped tight together in her lap and the possibility that she hasn’t had a good sexual experience makes me sad. Her bravado has left her and suddenly she’s young and innocent and oh, fuck, only eighteen. My throbbing cock doesn’t care that she’s so young.
“Lie back, Natalie, I’m going to make you feel good.” As I’m talking, I ease one leg between her knees, spreading them enough so that I can stand between her thighs. The hair covering her pussy is remarkably fine and almost straight, the same mahogany colour as that on her head. I run the back of one finger down it to feel the silkiness. The way she jumps when I touch her adds to my suspicion of her innocence. I dip further, slipping my finger between her lips, and the wetness I discover makes my cock drip with pre-cum. Crouching, I take hold of her ankles and place her feet on the bed so that her legs are bent, spread and open for me.
“There it is, that beautiful pussy I haven’t stopped thinking about, all hot, wet and begging to be filled with my cum. Is that right, Natalie?”
“Yes.”
“Show me my cunt,” I demand, placing her hands on the inside of her thighs. “Spread yourself open for me…yeah, there you go.”
It’s pink and glistening with the juice that’s leaked from her. Her clit is just starting to peek out from beneath its hood, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful sight. The musky scent of her arousal surrounds me.
“Nobody must know about this, Natalie. Do you understand that?”
“I’m good at secrets,” she replies, adding the cutest lisp on the last word.
That’s all I need. I dive onto her cunt, licking her sweetness as I hitch her legs over my shoulders. Her scent is heady, her taste delectable and precious, but what nearly undo me are her moans. In no time she’s trying to hump my face. She must have been in a state all evening because the amount of pussy juice, the size of her clit and the plumpness of her pussy lips suggest her arousal is at the same crazy level as my own. When I stab her entrance with my tongue, her cunt all but traps it. She’s tight, and I’m bigger than average so I want to get her off before I fuck her.
The thought of pumping her full of my seed, releasing all that cum deep into her tight, fresh channel almost has me blowing my load in my jeans.
“Zach…please…fuck.”
Her hips are lifting off the bed and she’s ramming herself at me. The grip on my hair, holding me right where she wants me is painful, but I love that she’s so passionate, so ready to give everything up and come for me.
Suddenly she stiffens, hips lifted and her moans deepen. I pull back so that I can push her legs towards her chest. “Hold yourself open for me, treasure. I want to see that little cunt spasm when it comes.”
I spread her lips and look at the mess I’ve made. Her pussy pulses, beckoning to me, and I ease a finger inside her. Fuck, she really is tight. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I start to fuck her with my finger.
She’s close, but I think we’re both surprised by the suddenness and the ferocity of her release. Natalie screams my name, and I love that my girl’s noisy and uninhibited when she comes. Drawing back, I pull her lips wide apart again so that I can watch the rapid pulsing of her cunt as her orgasm gradually abates. I’ve never seen anything like it and I have this mad idea that I never want another person to see that, either.
I take her hands from her legs and ease them down, rubbing her thighs. Natalie has the softest smile on her face, and I crawl up the bed and kiss her. She opens for me, her tongue gentle and tentative as I let her taste herself on me. When I pull back, I can smell her pussy juice around her mouth.
“That was beautiful, Natalie. You’re perfect.”
“Thank you, it was amazing. I’ve never done that before.”
The fact that I’m the first guy to eat her pretty little cunt overwhelms me with pleasure, but I can’t dwell on that because I need to fuck her. Now.
I climb off the bed to undress. Natalie can’t keep her eyes off my hard cock, staring at it like it’s a loaded weapon I’ve trained on her. I have this urge to straddle her, to rub the end of my leaking dick around her nipples and then lift her spectacular breasts to her mouth so that she can lick my slippery essence off. I want to jerk off and spray my cum all over her chest and watch my jizz drip off her chin. Most of all, I want to bury myself deep in her cunt, pound her hard, work my cock-head in her until it connects with her cervix, then release my spunk, so much of it that it’s forced out of her cock-filled pussy.
I don’t want to be rough with her, but I’m finding it difficult to stay under control. Pushing her legs apart, I take her warm hand and wrap it around my cock.
“There you are, babe. All for you.” Her hand is gentle, and I close my fingers around hers and tighten the grip. “Fuck, that’s it.” I all but dump my load. Our hands get caught between our bodies, and I grab her wrist and take her hand up over her head.
Rubbing my cock between her pussy lips, I stab a couple of times at her clit, and Natalie pushes back at me, searching for contact when I drag my cock away.
“Are you ready?” I hope she is because I’m so fucking ready I’m white hot.
She nods quickly, but her smile has gone.
“Tell me, Natalie, tell me to fuck you.” Even in the state I’m in, I have to be sure it’s what she wants.
“I want you to fuck me, it’s just that…”
“What is it, treasure?” If she backs out I’ll die.
Huge innocent eyes meet mine. “Well,” she hesitates again, “you won’t hurt me, will you?”
Hurt her? What the fuck? If someone’s hurt her I’m going to hunt them down, tear their dick off and ram it up their arse so far they’ll choke.
“No, hey…no, I’m not going to hurt you. Why would you think that?”
Now she won’t make eye contact with me, and that pisses me off. We have to be together for this. I don’t just want to get off inside her, I want to be in her head, and I want her inside mine. I’m still sliding my dick along her pussy, and the way it pulses when I hit her clit tells me her cunt wants me even if something in her head is a bit off.
“It’s just that everyone says it hurts, you know, first time.”
My heart stutters.
My treasure is a virgin.
There are a million different thoughts belting through my head, but the ones that suggest I should get up and walk away, leave her to someone her own age, are quickly swamped by the idea that I’m going to be the first. Because I am going to fuck her. First time…hell. Taking her cherry, breaking her in, her first fuck; I feel as though I’ve just won the lottery.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
The crestfallen look that crosses her face is heart wrenching.
“Don’t you want me?” she asks.
I stroke the hair away from her forehead. “I want you more than you can imagine, Natalie, but I want you to be sure.”
“I’m sure. Please, Zach, I’m sure.”
I cover her mouth with mine, and her tongue lashes out, her hips reaching up w
ith determination. Something rises in me, something new, and I hope I can control myself when I finally fuck her. Lifting off her, I take my cock in my hand, slip the head down to her young, virginal entrance. I hold it there, and it’s a sight I know I’ll never forget—the deep crimson of my hard cock about to breach her tight cunt. A first for both of us.
I keep the pressure there, and I see Natalie wince. “Let me in, treasure. Relax and let me in.” When she makes eye contact and nods, I shove. The tightness is excruciating, then it suddenly gives way. Natalie gives a cry, and I can’t stop myself as I work my cock all the way into unchartered territory.
“It’s okay, sweetheart, I’m in. Does it hurt?” For some reason I need to know this. I need to believe that she’ll remember losing her innocence forever.
“Yeah, but it’s okay.”
“It’s going to get better, here we go.” I ease out, and the slick walls of her cunt cling onto me as if they don’t want me to leave. I’m going to unload all of my cum prematurely if I’m not careful, so I ease back in and wait. Slipping a hand through her hair, I lift her head and place kisses along her jaw, murmuring to her, telling her how beautiful she is.
I’m the only one who’s been inside her, and that thought is quickly followed by another. How could I have been so irresponsible? My dick’s buried naked in her, and if she’s never been sexually active, she’s unlikely to be using birth control.
“Are you on birth control, Natalie?”
She shakes her head, biting her lip.
“Okay. I’ll pull out before I come.” The thought of doing that pisses me off, but I don’t even have a condom in the apartment. I toy with the incredible idea of making her pregnant, and I swear my cock and balls double in size. The drive to breed her, inseminate her, impregnate her so that she’s mine forever is sending me insane. I withdraw and thrust, not so gently this time. I want her to know that she’s mine, her cunt is mine, her young fertile eggs party only with my spunk, and I want to banish all discussion about birth control from our lives.
I start to pick up a rhythm, and in no time, Natalie’s right there with me. She winds her legs up around my waist, lifting her hips, taking me deeper and saying my name, over and over. I’ve got so much cum to release, I’m leaking inside her, and I know now that pulling out before ejaculating is pointless because I’ve deposited enough in her already to make a baby.
Then it starts, the sensation at the base of my spine that grows and spreads through me, taking me to a place where I can no longer stop. I thrust hard and Natalie cries out as I bump against her cervix. That’s the spot, that’s exactly where I want to empty my cum. Unwrapping her legs from around me, I heft them high as I brace myself on one knee, my other foot on the bed by her hip.
“I want to fuck you hard, Natalie. Want to make you understand who this hot little pussy belongs to.”
“It’s yours, Zach. My pussy is yours.”
Holy hell. Could she be any more perfect?
My cock’s nestled right at her entrance; another inch and I’d slip out. Her clit’s swollen, begging for friction and I play my finger over it, thankful I have the strength to hold myself in this position. She tightens around my cock as I ram into her.
“Fuck.” She throws her head back, eyes squeezed tight.
“Take me, Natalie, you can do it.” I’m driving hard into her now, and she meets every thrust, fucking like a pro. When I pinch her clit, she screams out my name and by the way her pussy grabs me, I know she’s close.
“Come on, sweetheart, let’s come together.” I’m that near to blowing that when she slams herself against me and wails my name, I thrust hard and deep. Buried to the hilt, I still. Fuck, I can’t hold it, and I close my eyes and lose my load. I’ve never come so hard in my life, and the spasms of her cunt suck every last drop of cum from me.
I collapse on her, still hard, the lessening contractions of her pussy like a comforting massage on my cock. Our breathing gradually returns to normal, and we’re both dripping in sweat, slippery against each other.
She finds my mouth and kisses me, gentle strokes of her tongue as we come back to earth from whatever mind-blowing planet we’ve just been on.
“Is it always like this?” she asks.
“No,” I reply. “Only when it’s you and me.”
I lift off her and watch as my cock slips out. Looking between us at where we’re joined, I see the cum that leaks from her is tinged with faint traces of her virgin blood. I want a photograph, even though I know I’ll never forget the sight.
“You’ll be sore; I’m sorry about that.”
“It’s good soreness.”
She’s smiling, happy, and I kiss her again. I cannot get enough of her, and I know I’m in way too deep.
6
~ NATALIE ~
“Don’t go to sleep, treasure. We have to talk.”
Once we’d recovered, Zach took me to the shower; the same one I’d busted in on and watched him stroke his beautiful cock. That seems like days ago, and I’m surprised when I’m reminded it was only earlier this evening.
He was so sweet, carefully washing my tender pussy, then kneeling in the shower and licking me to yet another orgasm. My entire body feels heavy and relaxed, and I want to sleep until midday. Then maybe have sex with Zach again. But he wants to talk, and a little frisson of anxiety races through me.
I’ve heard my schoolmates talk about guys who come on with the sweet words and attention until they get you in bed. Then they fuck you and move on to the next conquest, leaving you with unanswered texts and sleazy looks from their friends.
We’re on the sofa, and he pulls me onto his lap so that I’m straddling him. He casually rubs my nipple with his thumb, and I can’t believe the way my clit fizzes in response. Hasn’t it had enough?
“I haven’t paid nearly enough attention to your fantastic tits,” he says, and lowers his mouth, sucking my nipple through my t-shirt. When he releases it, the wet cloth that’s left clinging to the nipple ensures it’ll stay stiff.
I give a little shiver, running my hands through his damp hair. I cannot touch him enough to satisfy me. “Talk,” I say to him because I want this anxiety I feel to go away.
“We have to be very careful, Natalie.”
“A bit late for that. I might be pregnant.” The idea thrills me, even though it’s unlikely to have happened because it’s the wrong time of the month.
Zach lays his large palm across my stomach and smiles so that I think he really does like the idea.
“Your grandmother would kill me. That is, if your father didn’t kill me first. Serious, now. There’s a strict policy at the studio of no sex, no relationships, between staff or clients. Birdy and I set that policy because we’ve both seen the fallout when that occurs. What makes it worse is the age difference between you and me, and the fact that I’m the boss and you’re the apprentice. Morally and ethically, that imbalance of power makes this wrong.”
“Okay, I’ll leave the studio.” I think it’s a great idea. I can make money taking photos or work in a shop or something.
Zach taps me on the nose. “Not happening. You’ve been sent here to do your apprenticeship, and I’m not ruining that for you.”
“I wasn’t given much of a choice,” I protest. “Hell, it’s not like being a Pilates teacher was my lifelong dream.”
“I don’t know why you were chucked out of school, Natalie, but you’re not going to throw this opportunity away simply because we had some hot sex. Birdy’s going to freak if she finds out I don’t have the self-control to keep my dick in my pants when I’m around you. You drive me insane, but I want what’s best for you.”
I’m eighteen and wondering when I’m going to get the chance to start making my own decisions about my life.
“So, that’s it?” I can see where this is headed. Thanks for the fuck, now fuck off. I should tell him I’m ovulating; that’ll scare the crap out of him. I feel humiliated and naïve and completely stupid. My eyes ar
e getting hot, and I’m not going to let him see me cry so I start to climb off his lap. Strong hands grab my hips, and he pulls me back down, rocking his hard dick into me.
“Jesus, no, that’s not it. All I’m saying is that I trust you to be mature and discreet. We’ll work it out. I’m just not going to let you ruin your future. As unpalatable as it seems, we’re going to have to sneak around until I come up with a plan. Having said that, no more dates with Tai. It drives me crazy. Birdy won’t see anything odd in us going to movies and stuff together, we’ll do that tomorrow night.”
“Chick flick,” I say, testing him, and he agrees with an eye roll.
Zach releases my hips. “Come on, treasure. You’d better get back to your own bed. I presume you’re good at sneaking into places quietly.”
“Fucking champion,” I say, because it’s true. You don’t do boarding school without picking up some stealth skills.
Zach walks me to the door, and my entire body is aching in a most delicious manner. We kiss again. I cannot get enough of his hot mouth. The way he strokes my tongue with his is like nothing I’ve experienced before. The tongue-jabbing, face-mashing of the boys I’ve been with is nothing like this. I hook a leg around Zach, pulling myself tight to his hip and he slides a hand down and squeezes my arse, making me moan.
Zach pulls away. “Get out of here before I fuck you again.”
I sing in the shower. I’ve never felt so happy, and Poppy is going to lose her shit when she finds out Zach Buckley took my cherry. At breakfast I wonder if I look different, because I certainly don’t feel like the Natalie of yesterday.
Gran comments on my mood and asks if I slept well. I tell her it was the best sleep ever and that I must finally be over the jetlag, but I can’t wipe the stupid grin off my face. Luckily she seems pleased that I’m happy and doesn’t pursue it. She’s made me eggs and wholemeal toast, even though I’ve told her I’m happy with cereal, and I discover I’m ravenous.
