by Candy Quinn
“Never, huh?” he said, licking his lips. “Well, we’ll take it easy, sweet thing,” he said, cupping her breast and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Strip out of those shorts and get on the bed. I’ll show you how to fix this problem,” he said, retracting his hands. The one from her shorts glistening as he licked them clean.
She watched with rapt attention and some embarrassment, her tanned cheeks shining red as he licked her juices from his fingers.
“I should go,” she said, moving to the door once he released her, but not opening it. It was like she was frozen in place, her body fighting against her leaving.
Which was a good thing, because she was still standing there with her tits out and her shorts undone. But he never left her there long, anyhow, undoing his pants, peeling them off and getting down to wearing just his tight, black boxer-briefs, which outlined his thick girth.
“Why would you go and do a thing like that, darling?” he asked her, wrapping an arm around her waist, tugging her in close as he kissed her shoulder. “You’ll feel so relieved once I show you everything,” he husked into her ear, pushing her jean shorts down with one hand, until they slid to her knees.
He was so calm, so mature, so in control.
It was hard not to believe him. Especially with how good he’d made her feel up ‘til then. He knew just how to touch her, just how to make her heart sing and her body throb with need.
“I have to wait for marriage,” she said obediently, frowning at him as though she were disappointed to have to tell him that.
His brows furrowed a bit at that, “Oh yeah?” he said, bending down, picking her up in both arms and carrying her to the motel bed. He laid her out, stripped off what remained of her clothes before tugging down his own boxer-briefs, revealing that thick, veiny hard shaft as it sprang out in the filtered sunlight.
“Just the tip then, alright? We’ll save the rest for marriage,” he said, as he climbed up over her onto the bed.
She had no idea what that meant.
In fact, she had no idea what anything meant anymore.
Her mind had just totally shut down as he fully exposed himself, letting her stare at the first hard cock she’d ever seen. It stole her breath and her thoughts away.
It wasn’t until her heart beat a few times that her brain fog faded enough for her to realize she was on the bed, naked, and had an equally naked man climbing to join her.
“Just the tip?”
“Yeah, that’s all,” he said, reaching down, wrapping one of his big hands around that massive shaft, giving it a few slow pumps right before her eyes. The sight of that purple crown, so swollen and large, leaking precum almost hypnotic to her.
“You’ll have plenty to offer your future husband,” he says, using his dick like a sex toy then, rubbing it along her slit, swirling the tip over her clit, teasing her so masterfully.
It felt like fireworks were going off all over her body, sparks of intensity lighting up her life.
It was the best sensation she’d ever experienced.
Her body arched and pushed towards him, no longer under control of her own mind. All her instincts had taken over, her needy, virginal pussy seeking out that cock, needing it just as much as she needed to breathe.
He grinned unevenly at her as she reacted so intensely to his simple teasing, the fruits of a lifetime of deprival at work as he made her body quiver with desire. He wielded that dick like a master craftsman would his tool, and he soaked in every twitch of her body.
“I’ll give it to you raw since it’s just the tip,” he husked, lowering his shaft, teasing the entrance of her pussy with that bare cock, letting it sink between her slick petals just a bit as he groaned.
She had no knowledge of what he was talking about, nor did she care at the moment.
It was like she’d been awakened to a brand new world of pleasure, and there was no going back. She’d never wanted for anything so bad in all her life as to experience more.
More of him.
More of this.
He reached up, grasping her large breast in one hand as he squeezed that thick, bulbous tip of his cock into her little, virginal pussy. He gave a low sigh as he felt that tight embrace of her slick canal around him, a shiver travelling through his toned body. He took a moment, breathing heavily as he looked down at the sight of his cock just barely inserted into her, licking his lips.
“There ya go, Brittany… just the tip,” he rumbled, fondling her breast, teasing around her areola. “Unless… you want more.”
Brittany moaned, the sound of her pleasure filling the small room, her body igniting with ecstasy. Her dark lashes fluttered open, looking at him, glancing at his hands as the touched her breast, teasing the supple skin.
“More?” she asked, her mind fuzzy and barely able to comprehend what he was offering.
What he was asking.
“Okay, more it is then,” he said, choosing to interpret her question as desire, and pushing his rock hard ass and hips forward. That thick shaft sliding into her deeper, stretching out her tight, virginal pussy, making her moan and squeal as he sank into that slick, untouched hole deeper, and deeper.
He felt his own shaft twitch and throb with desire as he sank into her, squeezing her breast and one thigh as he split her cunny open on his dick.
“OhmyGod,” she managed out, the words slurred together, her entire body nearly vibrating with the intensity of the sensation of losing her virginity. It was such a rush, her body so slick and ready that he faced no resistance in fully stealing her innocence.
Her body quivered against him, her thighs pressed to his side as she squeezed her eyes shut, focusing on nothing more than the feeling of his body in hers.
Trevor just savoured the moment, until he was balls deep inside her, and his dick was throbbing against her utmost depths. He bent over her and placed a kiss on her lips, sweet and yet sultry, just as his hips back to tug back, and that thick shaft pulled out.
But as she began to lament about him leaving her, she felt him push back in, and got to savour the first pump as this city slicker stranger began to thrust into her nubile young body, moaning huskily above her.
The first thrust hurt just a little, but the second was all pleasure. She couldn’t believe how good it felt, how good he felt. She’d been worried it would hurt, or that it wouldn’t be worth doing something so sinful.
That was all stripped away, though, as her body cried out for more.
There was nothing in her sheltered life to compare to this stranger pumping his thick, veiny organ into her tight slit. The way she caught sight of his sculpted body plumbing her depths, the sound of his heavy balls smacking her ass as he took her at an increasingly faster pace.
The feeling of their two beautiful, bare bodies grinding and thrusting was beyond compare. The sounds of his deep, husky voice filled the air as he made her heavy, young tits sway and bounce.
It was so wrong, but maybe that didn’t matter. Maybe that made it better. It was hard to say.
But no matter what it was, he was helping her explore places unknown to her, and as his fingers played against her skin, moving towards the bundle of pleasure at the top of her slit, sparks lit up behind her eyes.
“Ah! Ah!” she panted, words and thoughts long having faded from her mind.
He took a while to recover from his awe at her beautiful body, so perfectly ripe and untouched, so tight and pleasing in every manner. But once he did, he moved those deft hands of his over her body, teasing her nipple between moments of squeezing her breasts. Flicking his thumb over her clit as I picked up his pace and pounded her ever harder.
“That’s it,” he grunted, “good girl… nothing to worry about now,” he rumbled.
It didn’t take but a few moments for her body to erupt in pleasure, her scream splitting the air, her legs clinging to him desperately. Her throat was dry, her eyes shut so tight they hurt, but nothing could dim the intense pleasure as it crashed over her.
She ver
y nearly blacked out from the intensity of her first and only orgasm in all her life. But once she fluttered her eyes open she got to see that handsome, hunky stranger over her, body glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration as he pumped his thick cock into her, that shaft swelling with desire, throbbing so thickly as he eyed her body.
“Ohhh fuck… fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he husked, his voice deep and rough with his desire. “God damn I’m gonna blow this load so hard,” he rumbled, and she was able to feel each throb of his manhood as a twinge of her pussy stretched wider, straining its limits.
She was blissfully ignorant of what those words meant, homeschooled and sheltered as she was. But she liked the way it felt. She liked how he looked.
And whatever it was he offered... she wanted more.
“Yea,” she muttered, the syllable soft and tinted with want.
That simple, single syllable word was more than what Trevor needed. It was all the permission and then some for that handsome, cut stranger to unleash himself. He pressed back her legs, bending them at the knees as he bent over her, pounding hard and fast.
“Here you go, take it… take it all,” he growled, plucking a kiss from her lips before he just cut loose, and shoved his cock into her deep, letting it bulge and throb as he moaned and came hard. Thick creamy spurts of his virile seed flooding her warm, unprotected depths, filling her up as he emptied every last drop into her.
Every thrust, every gasp, every motion was laced with pleasure for the sheltered young woman, and with her mind still hazy with her orgasms, feeling his cum fill her up was just icing on the cake.
It was bliss.
She fluttered her eyes open at him, her lips parting as she tried to catch her breath.
He was slow coming down off his own orgasmic high, but finally, he opened his eyes and smiled at her, giving a deep sigh.
“Ooohh yeah,” he said, leaning in and kissing her lips once more. “Damn that was amazing. You were amazing, Brittany,” he said, stroking a hand over her cheek. “I’m gonna have to keep in touch with you,” he said, reaching to the corner of the bed, where his blazer dangled. He pulled the silk pocket square from it, then used it to cup her mound as he pulled out, to catch the mess of pearly white seed that spilled out in the wake of his absence.
“Here you go,” he said, “so you don’t make a mess of yourself.”
She took the pocket square gingerly.
As her senses returned to her, so did the blush in her face, and she moved towards her jeans. Disbelief marked her features, embarrassment mingling there as well.
“I have to go,” she said with an urgency that wasn’t there moments ago.
He looked quite surprised by her sudden rush to get out, arching a brow as he eyed her nude body before she began to dress again.
“You should give me your number or address, so I can see you again sometime,” he remarked, resting back on the bed and running a hand through his hair.
She was in a daze, operating on instinct alone. Instincts that had failed her just moments ago. Her brain was muddled as she looked at him, her head tilting to a side as her lips parted.
“Because of... the tickets?” she asked, uncertainty wavering even in her own voice. But that was what he’d said. He’d get her tickets for the concert. She was almost positive she remembered that, even with her mind turned to mush.
He looked her up and down with surprised, before breaking into a wide grin and nodded.
“Yeah sure. Because of the tickets,” he said, then he reached over to the nightstand of the motel room. He pulled a pad of paper and a pen out then handed it to her. “Jot it down there. And did you like… wanna wait for me to clean up? I can give you a ride back to where I found you, or… wherever,” he said.
Truth was, the town was so tiny it wouldn’t take her long to just walk down the road a few minutes to get to where she was.
And even still, his words caused her to pause.
To consider.
She was so drawn to him, in spite of herself. Her lips quirked softly as a calm fell over her for a moment and she just looked at him with affection.
Her head bobbed slightly as she finished getting dressed, and she gave him a smile.
“I think that’d be mighty nice.”
He smiled and got up off the bed, his body so well-toned and handsome, and not burned red by the sun like all the local farmers she saw.
“Would’ve invited you for a shower, but you seem in a rush. Just be a moment, doll,” he said with a playful wink, gathering up his clothes and heading to the washroom. He was gone for a few minutes, the sound of the tap running before he returned, looking as crisp and dashing as when she first saw him.
“Guess you’re eager to get going, huh?” he said, heading to the door to open it for her.
“Yea, I have to...” she said, standing up as he re-entered the room, smoothing down her hair. But she couldn’t quite remember what it was she’d set out to do that day. Her cheeks flushed as she looked at him, the memory slowly filtering back into her sex-addled mind. “Well, it’s personal is all. But I do have to be gettin’ back.”
He places a hand on the small of her back, right there at the cusp of her round, bubbly ass, and guides her out into the bright midday sun again.
“Sure thing, doll. I understand,” he says, guiding her to his car.
Though a familiar older face caught sight of her coming out, a silver haired older man that knew her father. Well, not her biological father anyhow.
“Hey Brittany, ya’ll okay?” he called out, the man was twice her age, but still tall, built like a brick house from all his hard work. He was there doing some repairs on the motel, by the looks of it.
She smiled and gave him a wave, and even with the flush to her cheeks and her slightly mussed up hair, she hoped he’d think everything was just fine.
“Sure thing! Just givin’ this nice man some directions. He’s hopin’ to bring some big Country Stars to our little county and figured I should be welcoming!”
The old family friend sized up her companion suspiciously before giving a nod.
“Mighty fine of ya. If you’re needin’ a lift, I can give ya one. Just lemme hop on over to the truck,” said Bill.
Trevor however just opened the door for her and casually rounded about to the driver’s side, paying little attention to the family friend as he hopped inside and started it up.
“Don’t go out of your way for me, Bill! But maybe ma and I can have you for Sunday dinner?” she asked as she moved into the passenger seat of Trevor’s fancy car, giving Bill an ear to ear grin.
The door slid shut and Trevor smiled at her, looking so cocky, but in a way that only made him look even more handsome. He pulled out of the spot, then laid a hand on her thigh.
“So where to, doll? Back where I found you, or…?” he asked. And she had a few options, she’d left the family truck back at the center of town, when she’d been on her way to see if anyone knew of her biological father.
She gave another bob of her head. “Yea, back to my truck. As long as you promise you can find your way back to the motel,” she teased.
He cracked a wry smile as he drove along, squeezing and rubbing his hand over her bare thigh beneath her jean shorts.
“Promise,” he said smoothly before pulling over near to her truck. “And don’t be shy now, huh? You’re always welcome to come pay me a visit tonight again…” he said, flashing her a wry, confident smile.
Her eyes dipped down, her face turning red.
She’d been trying to forget what they’d just done. That she’d lost her virginity to a total stranger, the first chance she got.
But it was harder to forget when she could still feel him in her. His warm hands stroking her and eliciting such a pleasurable thrill up and down her spine. It was sinful, but it made her yearn for more.
“I really shouldn’t be alone with you, seeing as how we can’t... seem to think straight together.”
He looked her ov
er again then gave a light laugh.
“Well, as you wish,” he remarks with a casual shrug and a lick of his lips. “But keep me in mind, huh? Could always go have a bite to eat together in the diner like we talked about before. Lots of people around, so we’re not alone,” he said as the door slid open.
She shimmied out of the car, wondering if anyone could tell she was a changed person. A woman. The thought gave her a little thrill, then a moment of fear. She bit down on her lip, looking at him with such intensity in her clear blue eyes.
“I liked meeting you, Trevor.”
Her sudden tone shift caught him by surprise, but he recouped and smiled genuinely, giving her a nod.
“I really liked meeting you, Brittany,” he said with such emphasis. “Don’t forget… gimme a call, or drop by sometime. Any time,” he remarked before shutting the door, and then pulling away, leaving her back where she started, between the garage and just down from the library.
She practically jogged to get to the library, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and desire. She still couldn’t believe what had just happened. It all felt like a dream, like she was someone else.
But if it was a dream, she didn’t want to wake up.
The cool of the library hit her skin, making goosebumps rise up along her bare legs and stomach, but it felt refreshing instead of jarring, and she made her way to the reference desk.
Maybe there was something in here about who her father might’ve really been.
She had to just force herself to focus on the task at hand, and not think about Trevor’s body, and the things he’d done to her.
With her.
The library was almost entirely empty, even the librarian was away, with a sign on her desk that said ‘out to lunch’. She only saw her old teacher, Ted, or rather Mr. Templeton, there. And he looked to her curiously, the dashing older man quietly inspecting her so… deeply. Did he know? Could he tell that something had changed about her?
“Are you okay, Brittany?” he asked, his voice deep and so firm, the very epitome of a teacher’s voice.
She patted her cheek a little, trying to see if something was different about her skin or her expression. She should have used the bathroom and looked in the mirror at Trevor’s motel room. As it was, she had no idea. And she was feeling awfully flushed, even in the air conditioned library.