by Maine, Miley
She nodded. “Yes.”
“You came here for me to fuck you?”
Again, she nodded, but her eyes widened. Good. She was paying attention.
“Say it.”
She sat there with her lips pressed together. She couldn’t say the words.
“Have you been fucked before?”
“No.”
I barely heard her.
“Speak up.”
“No. I haven’t.”
“Haven’t been what?”
“No, I haven’t been fucked.”
What the hell? How did this gorgeous woman get to age twenty-two without having slept with a man?
“Are you telling me you’re a virgin?”
“Yes,” she murmured softly.
I let go of her and stepped away.
She slowly sank back down until she was sitting on the hearth.
This young woman came here so I could take her virginity? Who does that? “You don’t know me.”
“I know you’re a pilot. And that Ruth, the pub owner likes you. I also know you used to be in the Air Force.”
Christ, Ruth had a big mouth. “That doesn’t make me a good guy.”
“But you are.”
“I am not a good guy. Let’s get that straight. You don’t know a thing about me. And I don’t think you understand what you came here for.”
“I want to learn.”
“Why me?”
She cast her eyes down at the floor.
“Why should I fuck you when you won’t even look at me?” I put my hand under her chin and tipped her face up. “Why should I take your virginity when you can't tell me what you want?”
She met my eyes.
“I can tell you,” she breathed. “I can.”
“Then do it.”
“I want you to…” She sucked in a breath of air. “I want you to fuck me.”
“You want me,” I said, pointing to my chest. “To be the man who takes your virginity.”
“I do.”
“If you want to stop, you better speak up now.”
I pulled her to her feet. Her coat was already on the floor. I wanted to rip the clothes from her cute little body and take her hard and fast. But I wasn’t going to do that. I might be a piece of shit, but I could take my time with a virgin.
Especially one that sought me out.
I was no stranger to women hitting on me. It happened in every country I’d visited. I wasn’t naive. I knew they liked the way I looked. Every now and then, back before everything went to hell, I took them up on their offers. But lately, I’d had no interest in playing the game. I didn’t want the company of anyone, not even a beautiful woman. It wasn’t safe for them to be around me.
And it wasn’t safe for Bethany to be around me either. But I wasn’t going to send her away in the storm. And for the first time in months, I was attracted to a woman.
I wanted her. I wanted to bury my cock in her body. And that was exactly what was going to happen.
I lifted her hat off her head. I ran my hands through her red hair. It was silky under my fingertips. I unwound her green scarf from around her neck.
“Let go of the blanket.”
She did, and the blanket pooled around her feet. She had on a navy blue sweater, and it was fitted, molded to her curves.
My towel was still wrapped around her waist. “Drop the towel now too.”
Very slowly, she untucked the edge of the towel, and let it slide down her hips.
Under the towel, she wore a pair of lacy pink panties that hugged her hips perfectly. I wanted to see how her little bottom filled them out, but I wasn’t ready to have her turn around yet. I looked over her shapely legs, and my cock pulsed.
“Take your sweater off.”
She didn’t move a muscle, but her already red cheeks flamed brighter.
In response, my cock throbbed. “Bethany. I told you to take it off.”
Her eyes darted around the room. Her hands went to the hem of her shirt. I could see her trying to psych herself up to reveal her body to me. But if she wanted this, then she was going to have to do as I said.
I waited.
Eventually, she drew in a big breath, and pulled her shirt up, revealing a lacy pink bra. She peeled her sweater off of her head and let it fall to the floor. Now she stood in front of me, bare except for her bra and panties.
She was stunning.
She bit down on her bottom lip.
“Have you been naked in front of a man before?”
Her pretty red hair swung as she shook her head.
“Have you let a man look at you like this?”
She nodded slowly. “A few times.”
I ran my hands over her shoulders and down her back. I tugged her close to me, pulling her slender hips up against me. My erection was rock hard.
“Do you feel that?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“That’s how much I want you.”
I picked up her small hand and pressed it over my cock. “Feel that? I’m going to slide that into your pussy soon.”
She shuddered and her eyes closed. Her breathing picked up.
I ran my hands down farther, over her round bottom. I palmed her backside, squeezing the globes, while I rocked my hips into her pelvis.
She moaned, letting her head fall back. I kissed her neck.
I unclasped her bra, and pulled it off. Now her pert little breasts were bare. I let go of her, and stepped back so I could get a good view of her naked breasts.
Her skin was flushing all the way down. Her rosy nipples tightened. As I stared at her, her eyes closed and she swayed.
I jumped forward and grabbed her, sweeping her up into my arms. I wanted her aroused, but I didn’t want her to pass out.
“Bethany.”
“I’m okay.”
Maybe the combination of being cold, and then being this close to the fire was too much. I carried her to the bedroom and laid her down on my bed.
Her red hair spread over my sheets and her green eyes were wide open now, watching me. “I’m about to take your panties off, Bethany.”
She nodded.
I thought she might back out, but now she looked more aroused than scared now that I had her on my bed.
I didn’t want to wait another second to see her pussy. I hooked my fingers in her panties and pulled them off. “So I’m the first man to see you naked,” I said as her panties hit the floor. But I’d only caught a glimpse of her sweet pussy, as she’d pressed her knees together. I wasn’t going to allow that for much longer. She was going to have to open her legs and let me look, but we weren’t there yet.
“Yes,” she whispered.
I put my hand on her knee. “Has a man ever touched you before?”
“Just a few times.”
“How? Tell me.”
“My ex boyfriend. He touched me under my clothes. But he didn’t go under my panties.”
I brushed my hand over the side of her breast. “Did you like it?”
I watched her entire body quiver, just from that small touch.
“No. It wasn’t bad. But it wasn’t good either.”
“Did he make you come?”
“No.”
“Not even once?”
“No. Never.”
She’d been with some inexperienced kid. “You won’t leave here until you come at least three times.”
She stretched out, showing off her flat stomach, but her knees were still pressed together.
I laid down next to her. I trailed my hand up and down her body, watching her muscles jump. “I’m going to make you come before I put my cock in you.”
She moaned. Good. That meant she was into this.
I rolled on top of her, careful to keep my weight off of her petite body.
“No one’s put their fingers in your pussy? Didn’t that boyfriend of yours want to? I don’t know how he doesn’t go crazy asking to put his fingers in you all the time.”
“He n
ever asked.”
“He never asked to fuck you? He never tried to get you naked? He never tried to put his fingers into this tight pussy?”
“No. Not even once. When we were sixteen, I told him that I wanted to wait until we were married. He said okay, and that we would be intimate in other ways. He never brought it up again. He would put his hand under my shirt but that was about it.”
I laid my hand on her hip. “Christ. You have been deprived. I’m going to show you what it should be like. That way you don’t have to settle for second rate in the future. You can demand a good lover. Not some preppy loser who’s cheating on you.”
“Good. I want you to teach me.”
I ran my finger from her breasts to her stomach. Then I went down to her clit, and with the barest of touches, grazed over her entrance. Her body jerked, nearly coming up off the bed. I looked at her face but I didn’t see any distress there. The jerking must have meant it felt good. I pressed down a little harder, circling the rim of her pussy.. My fingers were already wet. I pressed in a little bit, right into her tight hole.
The walls of her pussy gripped my finger. It was going to take some work before I could penetrate her with my cock.
“I can tell you’re a virgin. I like it that no man has been here before.” I kept pushing my finger in until it was fully seated inside her body. She rocked her hips back-and-forth, sliding her pussy over my finger. She was a natural at it. It was a crime that her boyfriend had neglected her for so long.
Or maybe not, maybe maybe it was a good thing that she’d never been forced to have bad sex with him.
I met her thrusts with my own, pushing my finger in and out. I kissed her mouth again. “I’m going to add a second finger now.”
I pressed against her pussy and already met some resistance. My hands were big, but she was tiny. I kept going, stretching her walls, pushing forward. “It’s a good thing you’re wet or even my fingers wouldn’t fit.”
“I don’t think I’m going to get my cock in tonight,” I said. “You’ll have to settle for my hand.”
She clutched at my arm. “No! Please! I really want you inside me. I need it.”
How can I deny her that? Could any man say no to a beautiful woman begging to be fucked? She was so sensual and so needy.
“If you want to keep going, I’m willing to spend as long as it takes to get you ready. But you will be sore. You will feel where I had my cock tomorrow.”
“That’s okay with me. I want to feel it.”
Gathering a little more moisture, I forced my second finger all the way in. A brief wince crossed her face and she bit down on her bottom lip, sinking her teeth into the plush skin.
I didn’t let up. I began to thrust both fingers in and out of her body. I lowered my mouth to her breast and sucked her nipple. She thrashed on the bed, kicking her legs.
Now that I’d established a pace that she liked, I put my thumb on her clit. I rubbed light circles over the flesh.
She screamed, howling her pleasure. “Logan! I didn’t know it would be like this.”
I didn’t let go. I kept going, adding a little more pressure on her clit. Then I moved my lips to her other breast instead.
She yelled again, crying out over and over. Her pussy began to spasm in rolling waves and she came.
I was surprised.
That was a really fast orgasm for the first time she had a man’s finger inside her body. It had been only a few minutes. I have barely had to work for it. Her hips were shifting in little circles, still rocking against my fingers. I didn’t quit, I kept my thumb on her clit as the aftershocks rocked her body.
“That was great,” I told her. “It only took you a few minutes to come. I barely had to work at it,” I said, as her hips were still shifting.
Her slender body, laid out on my bed, speared by my fingers was the best thing I’ve ever seen. I looked up at her face, shocked to see tears in her eyes.
Had I not been gentle enough?
“Did I hurt you?” I asked
“No,” she murmured. “That was just really good. I’m not crying. It was just a release of every kind.”
I could understand that. Good sex, especially really good sex could be cathartic for all kinds of reasons. “While you’re still on an endorphin high I’m going to push a third finger in. Stop me if it hurts too much.”
“I can handle it.”
I wasn’t sure about that. But I was going to do my best to give her what she wanted. I left my fingers in and gathered a little more moisture on the third. I didn’t have any lubricant here. If I’d known I was sleeping with a virgin I would’ve thought to buy some. But luckily she was able to get really wet. Wetter than most women I slept with.
Pushing my third finger in felt impossible. But if I didn’t stretch her like this, my cock would rip her apart. I’ve had women complain before about my size. I was well endowed.
Many thought that’s what they wanted. But it did take a little more time if you didn’t want to hurt the woman you were with.
I kept up a steady pressure, stretching her delicate skin.
I pressed forward. I looked up to see her holding her breath, with her eyes squeezed shut. Her hands were grabbing onto the sheets and squeezing.
“Breathe,” I said.
She exhaled, panting. Her round breasts moved with each deep breath. “I’m going to keep going until you stop me.”
She nodded frantically. “Please don’t stop.”
I leaned down and licked over her nipple. At the same time, I pushed forward until all three of my fingers were in.
“Good,” I said.
I kissed her again. She was bolder this time, and our tongues met. My cock was leaking now, and I had to rub it against her hip.
She didn’t shy away from it at all.
I kissed her for a good ten minutes, not rushing her along. The entire time, I kept my fingers deep in her pussy, and I kept my thumb on her clit.
Eventually, her walls began to stretch a little, to the point where I thought she might be able to take my cock without agonizing pain.
I couldn’t take much more either, or I was going to come on the bedspread. I sat up, slowly moving my fingers out.
She watched me as I opened the nightstand and took out a condom.
9
Bethany
My eyes were glued to Logan as he ripped the condom open and rolled it over his cock. I couldn’t help but notice that his cock was huge. I hadn’t seen a man’s erect cock in person, not even Winston’s, but I’d seen pictures.
I was pretty sure Logan’s was way bigger than average. And he was going to push it into my body. I wanted him to, no matter how big it was, or how much it hurt.
He crawled on top of me. The feel of his bare chest against mine sent sparks through my veins. I ran my hands up and down over his muscled back as he positioned himself between my legs. Slowly, he began to rub the tip of his cock over my pussy. He took his time, wetting the condom, just barely dipping his cock in, and then moving it back.
The waiting was driving me mad. “Logan. Please. I need you to fill me up.”
He dropped his head down and kissed my neck. “How’d a virgin learn to talk like that?”
“I’ve read books. I’ve seen movies.” I lowered my voice. “I’ve had fantasies.” After tonight, I was pretty sure my fantasies would include him.
“What was in your fantasies?”
“I didn’t allow them too often,” I said. “Because I knew they weren’t going to happen. But sometimes I’d imagine a scenario just like this.”
“An older guy takes your virginity on a snowy mountain?”
“A very hot guy takes me to his bed and shows me how it’s done.”
“Which I’m about to do,” he said, and then he pressed forward, pushing his cock into my body.
It hurt. I couldn’t act like it didn’t; I’m not that good of an actress. I tensed up all over. My entire body just locked up.
But there
was a lot to be said for experience, because Logan must have seen this coming. He didn’t move. He held his body still, but he put his mouth on my neck, and kissed all down my jaw, while at the same time pushing one hand between our bodies.
He put his fingers right on top of my clit, and he brushed them back and forth. It made all the difference in the world. With his hand on my clit, my body naturally relaxed, and I sank back into the bed. I still felt like his cock was splitting me in two, but the discomfort became a welcome ache, instead of a painful invasion.
He grabbed my hips and canted them up, and thank God, his cock moved forward into my body a little more.
“I’m halfway there,” he said. He rolled his hips, pushing in a little more. Then there was a biting sting, and the pressure was gone. He was all the way in.
He held himself up on his elbows, hovering above me, waiting on me to adjust.
After an eternity, my body finally accepted him.
I felt full. The fullness felt really good. I feel sorry for everyone who didn’t have Logan for their first time.
He had taken his time, not once rushing me. He was such a gruff man, but he was a considerate lover.
As my body began to soften, he began to move his hips. His thrusts were short and to the point as my pussy continued to stretch. I was glad I’d insisted that we not give up.
Gradually, he picked up speed, until we were actually fucking.
You’re not a virgin anymore. There’s a stunningly hot guy sliding his cock into you.
He pushed forward a little more. My stomach swirled. He was all the way inside. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on. He dropped down lower, so that his entire body was touching mine. His thrusts began to lengthen.
* * *
I woke up with a start, unsure of where I was. I looked around. Right. I was in Logan’s cabin. I still couldn’t believe what I’d done. In a fit of frustration, I’d left the lodge and showed up at his cabin unannounced. And my plan had worked. I’d lost my virginity to Logan, and it had been far better than I’d expected.
Thanks to my friends’ detailed descriptions, I hadn’t had high hopes for my first time. But thanks to Logan, I’d been wrong.
In fact it had surpassed every fantasy I’d ever had.