by Jamie Knight
“Undress me, Bradley.”
Slowly, achingly, he removed each piece of clothing and replaced the uncovered area with a flood of his kisses. All over my body, his mouth traveled. He flipped me over and nibbled my shoulder, down my spine, all the way down to my butt cheeks.
There, he gave a firm clap on my ass and I jumped and shivered and giggled all at the same time. I felt like I was at a buffet but the dishes were sensations of delight that Bradley alone could serve to me.
Wetness made itself known halfway down my inner thigh. Damn, I’d never seen myself this wet ever! This man set all kinds of physical records with me. Shaded from the bright rays but warmed by the sun-filled air, my naked skin was primed and aroused.
But I grew impatient. I sat up and ripped open his pants. He laughed and let me sneak my fingers under his boxers to find his enormously engorged cock waiting for me. I gasped, half-joking but also, truly taken aback. It was so huge.
“Easy,” he whispered, as he pushed down on my shoulder, slowly sending me down on my back to the blanket.
He leaned over me, letting me pull down his boxers and pants all at once, revealing a sculpted ass like it was made of bronze. Finally, we got everything off him and I took a long, delicious look.
The man looked like the statues of the ancient warriors you see in museum shows on TV. He was an ideal of form and bone, muscle and heart. I wanted him everywhere in me, on me, above me.
He reached over to his backpack and pulled out a condom. Smiling, I watched him unwrap and secure it on his huge waiting cock. It was like an erotic appetizer, to watch him get his manhood all dressed up for our occasion.
His dick pressed against my pussy hairs, separating the lips of my pussy until his dick head rested on my clit. He rubbed his cock up and down, causing my pussy to get slippery as my juices flowed. He spread the liquids with smooth, long stokes of his fingers, all over the head of his dick and the inside of my quivering pussy.
I could feel his breath hot on my face as I waited with my eyes closed for him to enter me. He slowly pushed his dick inside me, opening my tight walls in a way that they had never been opened before. I clung to him, gripping him tightly as I inhaled deeply and held my breath.
He seemed to fill every inch of me, making the untouched flesh of my pussy ache as he plunged deeper and deeper into my wet center. He felt amazing. It was a sensation that I had never felt and couldn't quite explain if I wanted to.
He was taking his time, being gentle with me and making sure it didn’t hurt. I appreciated that.
“Are you okay?” he whispered, holding himself still inside of me.
“Yes,” I answered breathlessly, my hand clawing against his shoulder as I struggled to contain myself.
He slowly started to move his hips, pushing his dick in and out of my tiny pussy. I lay there, completely still, unsure of what I should be doing. I let him take over, moving my body the way that he wanted.
Once he could tell that I was comfortable, he started that dirty talk that I loved so much.
“You’re okay with my big cock in your tiny, tight little pussy?” he asked me.
“Yes,” I called out, loving how it felt and how he sounded.
“You like how I’m taking you for your very first time?”
“Yes,” I repeated. “Yes, Bradley.”
After countless deep strokes, he spread my legs open wide and pushed himself into me even deeper. His head dropped back and he let out a low, throaty moan. That excited me even more. I angled my hips up so that he could glide in and out of my dripping wet pussy easily. I couldn't believe that this was happening.
We fucked there; the rhythm of his body smacking against mine was the only sound that could be heard above my moans and his. I felt such deep delicious pleasure, that I didn’t know could exist.
After a while, and long after it started to feel amazing, he stopped suddenly, holding his huge, pulsing cock still, inside me. I could feel his heartbeat in my pussy. His head ducked down and he tongued my nipples, agonizingly. He slid out his cock from me, then crouched suddenly.
My back arched involuntarily when I felt the wet hot swimming of his tongue on my swelling pussy lips. His hand reached up to play with my breasts, squeezing and thumbing and fingering. My heat was on overdrive. I thought I might just burst.
Just as suddenly, he stopped his tongue from lapping my flowing juices and lifted himself, face to face with me. He encircled my entire body with his arms, gripping me tight, eyes staring deep. He positioned his iron hard rod and thrust hard, all at once, into my deepest core. I gasped from the yummy mix of pleasure and pain that gave me. He pumped me hard and slow as I let myself be taken on the ride of my life. His kissed me slow, licked me slow and let me soak up all the delicious feelings he gave.
After a while, he started going faster and faster, hips crashing even harder into me. His breath went shallow and hot as he panted. I felt like we were running a marathon, like we were star athletes, who were also wild animals, giving into our animal desire.
“You’re going to make me cum again,” I called out, unable to hold back my desire. “Your cock in my pussy feels so good.”
“Hell yeah,” he grunted, pushing even further inside me. He grabbed my ass and held onto it tight, then slapped it—giving it a stinging sensation I loved. “You’re such a bad girl, letting me defile you outside like this.”
“I want you to defile me any time, anywhere,” I confessed to him.
He spanked me again, which is what I had wanted. “You’re my bad little girl and I love fucking you,” he said, as the waves of an orgasm washed through my entire body and I moaned and panted, letting him see my desperate need.
“I'm close!” he growled out, gripping my hips with his hands and pulling me to him hard.
He rode me with mind-blowing pumps like he was an iron machine drilling my soft flesh for crude oil. Finally, he found my well deep inside and I melted with him. God, I loved the feeling of his hot juicy cum shooting into the condom that felt as if it was deep in my center. I gave myself over to it and we rocked together as if our movements were one.
Spent, he collapsed on top of me. And I savored the feeling of his heavy, manly weight all over me. I had barely finished my first time and couldn’t wait to be with him again.
My pussy throbbed and ached as I recovered from our moment of passion.
He leaned down, kissing my forehead, and leaned back rolling over and caught his breath.
There was a completeness that I felt as I lay there. Something within me felt whole after having this experience. It was the most amazing way I could have lost my virginity, and I’m so glad he finally took it.
I could feel Bradley watching me carefully as he stroked his hand gently over my unruly hair. His tenderness was endearing, making me feel calm and cared for. I wished that I could freeze time and stay in that moment forever.
I smiled as I struggled to keep my eyes open, but my lids grew heavier by the minute as I starting drifting off into a deep sleep.
Grace was going to be shocked when she heard about the strange turn of events, I thought. And my dad would kill me if he found out.
But, I didn’t want to think about that right now. At that moment, I contented myself with lying there in this perfect scene. I didn’t think I could’ve imagined a better way for this to happen, with such an experienced and soulful man, and in such a beautiful peaceful location. I felt like a princess who’d found the perfect knight.
Under the trees, with the wind and the sun and the earth and stream running its course nearby, I felt like all was right with the world.
Chapter 26
Bradley
I still couldn’t believe how good it felt to be inside Natalia, to take her virginity. I had fantasized about it plenty of times but nothing felt as good as the real thing, when I finally allowed myself to taste her forbidden fruit.
And tasted it often and thoroughly I had, by now—lapping up her juices, drinking her cum
and then rubbing my cock all over it before putting on a condom and spreading her legs apart wider so I could enter that tight little pussy of hers that I loved so much. She liked it when I spanked her and called her my bad girl. She liked it when I did whatever I wanted with her—which of course was something I too liked very much.
It’d been several days now, several days of schooling this eager student in every manner of sexual pleasure known to me. I took her from behind, invading her curvy hips with my rod of iron. I took her against the wall, with her young, flexible legs wrapped around me. Breasts bouncing, firm and free, I fucked her on top of me and she rode my cock with abandon.
We tried it sideways to lessen the pressure on my knee while also taking advantage of her supremely supple body. I ate out her ass and pussy covered with whipped cream and chocolate. Her tongue learned new flexibilities and tricks in taking on my whole eight inches.
She was a natural.
She especially loved making the crowning of my cock with condoms a central ritual of our foreplay. She’d roll it down my shaft, tight, squeezing her tits around my bulging rod, all at the same time. I’d never seen such originality. She took the responsibility of sex seriously, quizzing me intently on my past and testing history. And it turned me on all the more.
We’d been alone for over a week now, and I knew I would never be the same. I had tasted her nectar and I was hooked. She was like a sexual explorer, brave and undaunted by anything she didn’t yet understand. It was like she challenged the unknown terrain before her to even try to slow her down. She ate it for breakfast.
I admired her grit and frequently found myself getting lost in it. These days with her had a glow and warmth that I’m not sure I’d ever experienced, not in any relationship and not even in the love of my former job. I just enjoyed every moment.
It was morning. We’d finished another bout of intense fucking. Sleep crept up on her while my mind was doing its usual thing, post-orgasm.
I lay there holding her, listening to the ebb and flow of her breath as it slowed down. She was so warm and soft. Her curly red hair clung to her forehead and neck, glued in place by the river of sweat that had been pouring down her neck.
She looked so peaceful, an almost undetectable smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Part of me wanted to just slip away, and leave her lying there in her peaceful radiance. But, another part of me, a larger part of me, wanted to take her up in my arms and whisk her away to my bed. That was the part that I listened to.
She stirred gently, opening an eye as I lifted her as carefully as I could from the bed. She moaned in what I assumed was protest, but she quickly wrapped her arms around my neck, satisfied to go anywhere that I wanted to take her.
When we got to the room that I had been using as my own, I had this feeling of being in a dream. I almost fell over. Natalia laughed as I dropped her onto the bed, not realizing how faint I was starting to feel. I took a few deep breaths to clear my mind.
“You okay?” asked Natalia, sitting up and looking at me worriedly.
I tried to put a smile on my face, but I was sure that I looked like I was in pain.
“I'm okay,” I said gently. “How are you?”
Natalia propped up herself on her elbows and stared up at the ceiling like she was trying to decide how she was feeling. She shrugged and smiled one of the biggest smiles that I had ever seen. It was definitely the biggest smile that I had seen on her face. It made a feeling of sweet relief wash over me, knowing that she was content.
“I'm great,” she said, in a high-pitched voice. “Never felt better. But, you are giving me a look that's scaring me. Are you sure that you're okay?”
Her eyebrows furrowed into a worried frown. I pulled her close to me, wrapping my arms around her slender frame. I buried my head in her hair, the smell of mango flooding my nose. I breathed deeply, trying to take it all in. She fit so perfectly into my arms. I wished that we could lie like that forever.
“Is this real?” I asked, half to Natalia, half to myself. “This all feels so surreal, like I'm in some sort of dream. I just can't believe that this is happening.”
As I lay there holding Natalia, I had a rush of feelings that made me feel just like that: like something wonderful had happened, but maybe just in my imagination. She pulled my arms around her tighter, grinding her butt into me. I could feel the excitement starting to build again.
“Oh, it’s happening,” she said, matter-of-factly. “And it’s definitely happened, um, many, many times. It's almost like I can always feel you inside of me.”
I listened to her words, trying to let them sink in. We had been torrid, rabid lovers for just over a week. It was true.
“Wow,” was all that I could manage to say.
“Would it help if I pinched you so that you know that it's real?” she asked playfully.
“Maybe,” I said, her playful spirit starting to become contagious.
She pinched me softly.
“There. Did that help?”
“Only a little,” I said, nestling into her neck and inhaling deeply.
It was real. I felt the rise and fall of her breath as it entered and left her body, slowing down more and more the deeper into sleep she fell. Shortly after she fell asleep, I did, too, letting the amazing feeling of what had happened wash over me. As always, for the entire time we’d been intimate together, it simply felt amazing to be with her.
Chapter 27
Bradley
A few hours later, I was awakened by a loud noise like glass being broken.
“What the hell is going on here!” came a booming voice. I opened my eyes and saw a blurry figure standing over the bed where we were laying.
It was James and he was back home.
When I realized what was happening, I immediately snapped to attention, shuffling backward in the bed in an effort to sit up. My tongue felt thick in my mouth and I felt my blood go cold.
“Wake up, Natalia!” said James, shaking his daughter vigorously. She woke up slowly, irritated that she was being awakened.
“Wha-what's going on?” she asked, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. It took her a few seconds, but when she realized what was happening, her eyes popped open wide. She looked like a deer in headlights, frightened by a heavy freight truck barreling down the road in her direction.
“That's what I want to know,” said James, looking at his daughter and I lying in bed together. “I left for a few days and I come back to find my best friend, a man that I trusted, in bed with my daughter? Someone needs to start explaining. And I mean now!”
He was fuming and I understood. Before any words of explanation could come out, he turned into a fire-breathing dragon.
“You're going to pay for this, Bradley,” he said, his voice sounding like several people talking at once. “I trusted you and you betrayed me.”
He inhaled deeply and blew out a huge ball of fire.
My eyes snapped open. I was covered in sweat from the crown of my head to the sole of my feet. I looked over and saw that Natalia was still sleeping peacefully near me.
I had been dreaming. It was actually more of a nightmare, though. But, I had a feeling that what had happened in the dream, short of James turning into a dragon, would be pretty close to what would happen in real life if James were to ever learn about what had happened.
I had crossed the line in a major way and I knew it. I felt sick to my stomach as I thought about it. Part of me wanted to jump out of bed and run far away, leaving everything behind. Another part wanted to stay there with Natalia forever. Just holding her was heaven, not to mention our incredible sexual bond.
I had forgotten how great it felt. It had been longer than I cared to remember since I had last had sex. And it had never been as good as it was with Natalia.
But, that should not have been my thought at that moment, especially since it was my friend's daughter that I was boning with all my might. It was wrong on so many levels. I had tried to get her out of my mind.
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I calmed myself by putting space between us, and trying to go on a date, but that only seemed to make it worse. I was unable to do anything but focus on Natalia and go after what I truly wanted, which was her. So, really, there was nothing that she could have done or not done that would have changed things.
The bad part about it, though, was that my friend, James, was completely unaware of what was going on underneath his roof. He had left me in his home with his daughter, trusting that things would be okay.
He had opened up his home to me in an effort to help me out. And even though he hadn't necessarily left me to babysit his daughter, I'm sure that there was a level of comfort that he felt in leaving me with her, that I could protect her and keep her safe in his absence, the way that he would have done if he could. He surely didn't expect that I would end up being her first lover, and ravishing her the way that I had.
The more I thought about it, the lower I felt. This is probably why I had avoided thinking about it all week. Oh, sure, flitting thoughts peppered my consciousness here and there. So far, I’d answered any questions about my character with the fact that I was filling her needs. She had asked me.
But now, after filling my awareness full to the brim of the lusciousness of this young woman’s body, I was confronted with new questions. How could I have betrayed my best friend so badly? What type of a man was I to have crossed the line like that?
The thoughts floated around and around my head. It was like a swarm of hummingbirds. In no time flat, swirling thoughts took over and I thought that I was going to lose my mind.
Natalia stirred, moaning softly as she did. I snapped back to reality, to what was happening at that moment. And I realized that there was nothing that I could do about some unforeseeable future incident with James.
This was happening now. And I was enjoying it. So, I placed those thoughts in my Fuck It bucket, out of my head and held Natalia tighter.
