FEELS LIKE THE FIRST TIME

by Scott Hildreth

  I smiled and raised his cock from my lips with my hand. Softly, I began to suck his balls. He moaned and relaxed his leg muscles. I took his balls into my mouth, gently sucking and licking them like I had read about in the books. As I sucked his balls, he squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples.

  I licked along the shaft of his cock, and slowly slid my mouth down as far as I could. His cock was massive and thick, and I could only get about half of it into my mouth before my throat convulsed. I stroked his cock as I sucked it, moaning as I did.

  As I attempted to take more of his cock into my mouth, I opened my eyes and looked up his muscular torso and at his face. His head was tilted back, and his eyes were still closed. I slurped and sucked as I slid my hands back and forth. His eyes opened for a moment, and he smiled as he looked down and squeezed my breasts. I reached down between my legs and touched my wet pussy. It was soaked and my clit was swollen. In a squatting position with my knees bent and my ass against my heels, I slowly spread my legs apart as I forced his cock into my throat. His focus changed from my face as he watched me slide a finger inside my wet pussy.

  As soon as my hand brushed against my clit, I came. As I did, I closed my eyes and held his cock in my mouth. I felt his hands shift from my boobs to under my armpits. As he picked me up from the floor, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. As I laid my head against his neck, I felt his warm breath on my ear.

  “Kace, I know you’re nervous. Just remember, tap me once for yes, and twice for no. That’s all you need to be able to do, okay?” he whispered.

  Excited, I tapped his back once with my hand.

  He carried me to the kitchen counter and lifted me to on top, placing my ass on the countertop. His hands slid down my torso to my inner thighs and gently spread my legs apart. As he lowered his head between my legs, he pushed against my chest softly, forcing me to go from sitting to lying down.

  His mouth softly pressed against my pussy and his finger slid inside. As he began to lick my pussy, his finger gently worked in and out in a rhythmically predictable motion. I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling. Within a few seconds, I felt as if I was going to explode.

  I tapped him once.

  He continued the same rhythm and motions. I arched my back and began to moan.

  “Ohhhhhhh…”

  “Ohhh…”

  “Oh.”

  “Oh.”

  I raised my from of the countertop and came hard as my leg muscles tensed. I had never felt anything like it in my life, nor did I have any idea these types of feelings even existed. I opened my eyes and looked around the kitchen, making sure I wasn’t dreaming. For a moment, my mind was elsewhere, lost in a sea of emotional bliss.

  His tongue slid to my clit, and began to press it between his lip and the tip of his tongue. Sparks shot through my lower body and up my spine. Scared, I raised my head from the countertop, looked him in the eyes, and tapped his shoulder twice.

  “Crazy,” I blurted.

  He raised his hand to his mouth.

  “Electricity,” I muttered.

  I’m just going to keep my mouth shut. This is ridiculous.

  He held his index finger to his lips, “Shhhhh.”

  He returned to the same fingering and licking motions which had earlier brought me to climax. I kept my eyes open and watched as he licked and fingered me. The sight of his muscular back and shoulders was more than I was prepared for. As his tongue worked me into a frenzy, his finger began to bring me to climax. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip.

  My breathing became labored.

  I bit my lip harder.

  I felt my emotions begin to peak. It was as if I was going to explode from every pore in my body. I started to shake. His motions predictable and pleasurable, I anticipated the climax. As it came, I bit my lip harder.

  This is going to hurt.

  “Ahhhhhh…”

  “Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck…”

  I sounded like a retarded sailor. I bucked my hips against his face and exploded.

  “Holy!” I screamed as I climaxed.

  And I came. Hard.

  My body shuddered.

  And I came again.

  His finger worked in and out of my pussy. I raised my hips.

  And I came again.

  I trembled. I was done. That was it. I wanted to die, right here there the kitchen, beside my precious basil.

  Ahhh, the smell of the sweet basil.

  My mind went blank. As I opened my eyes, the room was dark. I could still feel his mouth on my pussy and his tongue inside of me, but I could not see. I blinked my eyes.

  Blurry.

  I blinked again.

  A silhouette.

  Again.

  Shane Dekkar.

  Holy fuck. I am in no way prepared for anything like this. I’m just not.

  I thought of the scenes in my books. They lasted much longer. The sex goes on and on and on. Sometimes they have sex in several different positions. God, I’m going to have to find some form of energy and try and control these earth shattering orgasms. Maybe if I didn’t look at him, it will be easier.

  I’ll keep my eyes closed.

  That should do it.

  I closed my eyes.

  I felt nothing. He wasn’t touching me. I wondered if we were done.

  I opened my eyes.

  JesusfuckingChrist.

  He stood in front of the counter, stroking his cock in his right hand.

  I slapped the counter once.

  Startled, he jumped and wrinkled his brow. His stroke slowed down.

  No no no. I love it. Stroke it for me please. I’m in fucking heaven.

  Still lying on my back, I raised my fists above the countertop about six inches and gave him the thumbs up sign. I nodded my head sharply.

  His pace sped up slightly.

  I tapped the counter once.

  Both thumbs up.

  He stepped to the side of the counter, steadily stroking his cock. As he approached the edge, he grabbed my calves and pulled me to the side of the countertop. With my ass half hanging over the edge, He slowly pressed the tip of his cock into my soaking wet pussy.

  Ohgoodfuckinggod.

  This will never work.

  I leaned up and slapped his thigh twice.

  A million little thoughts ran through my head. I wondered if it was possible that his cock wouldn’t fit inside my pussy. I had never considered it, but I guessed I never really asked anyone if they had heard of it happening before. As he began to pull out, I slapped his leg once, focused, and let out one word.

  “Slow,” I sighed.

  He nodded his head and looked down at my pussy as he guided himself inside me again. As I felt him pressing inside of me, I took a deep breath and relaxed. The feeling of his huge cock pressing inside of me prevented me from relaxing much, and I became frustrated.

  I bit my bottom lip as his cock slowly pushed deep into my wet pussy. It felt like it was in my chest. I exhaled, and took a slow breath. He held his cock deep inside of me, leaned forward, and began to squeeze my breasts.

  “Kace,” he said softly.

  I looked up.

  “Relax, babe. Breathe,” he said.

  I nodded. As I felt his cock begin to slide out, I pressed my elbows onto the counter and raised my shoulders. I looked down and watched in amazement as his cock slid in and out of my wet pussy. As I watched him fuck me, I felt as if seeing it happen made it much easier. If it was even possible, it felt as if seeing it made me more lubricated and wet. I watched eagerly as his glistening cock slid in and out of my soaking wet pussy. Each stroke became easier, and I got lost in watching him fuck me.

  His stomach muscles flexed as he stood on his tip-toes and slowly pushed himself in and out of me. I focused on his body and watched him admiring mine as his hands now held my upper thighs.

  I began to feel as if pressure was building up inside of me. I pressed down on my bottom lip with my teeth. The feeling of having Shane fuck me w
as almost too much for me to take. I began to tingle, and I felt my breathing change. I was sure I was preparing to have an orgasm, and without a doubt it was going to kill me.

  Remembering what I had told him at Ripp’s house a few weeks prior, I wondered what he must be thinking.

  But when you decide it’s time, as you say - know this. I like it rough. Think about that. And you better pray to God that you’re ready…

  I stopped biting my lip and looked Shane in the eyes. As he looked at me and smiled, his perfect white teeth gleamed. Again, I thought of everything I had read on my Kindle over the past few years. I opened my mouth and stared at Shane’s face.

  “Shhhh,” he said softly as he forced himself in and out of me.

  I shook my head from side to side.

  “Fuck,” I inhaled slowly after the word came out.

  “Fuck me,” I exhaled as I spoke.

  I can do this.

  “Fuck me hard, Shane. Fuck me hard. Please,” I begged.

  He sped up his pace.

  I shook my head and waved my arms in the air like a child wanting to be picked up by his mother.

  He moved his hands from my waist to my armpits, and lifted me up. He slid his forearms under my armpits, his hands behind my back, and lifted me from the counter. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, and laid my head on his shoulder. Immediately, I felt calm.

  I whispered in his ear, “No. Fuck me. Please. Fuck me. I want to remember this.”

  He began thrusting his hips upward, his upper thighs and hips bouncing against my ass as his cock slid deep inside of me.

  “Against the wall,” I begged.

  I’d seen the pictures on Tumblr at work of women being fucked against the wall by a muscular man. I wanted it. As he carried me to the wall I became more excited. As I felt my back against the cold surface, I tensed and took a quick breath.

  “Do it,” I growled.

  He slid his hands from my back to under my ass. Slowly, he began to fuck me against the wall, his hands cupped under my ass cheeks. I closed my eyes, thinking of the books, the pictures and the fact we had finally made it to this point.

  “Harder,” I pleaded as I bit his neck.

  He tilted his head toward me, trying to force my mouth off of his neck. I bit harder and grunted through my clenched teeth.

  “Hrrrder” I grunted.

  He began to forcefully fuck me, shoving his entire cock into me. Each thrust lifted my body six inches. As soon as my body slid back down, he would thrust against me again.

  Yes, this is what I want.

  “Hrrrder” I begged through my clenched teeth, biting his neck harder.

  “Fuck Kace,” he grumbled, twisting his neck against my bite.

  I released my grip on his neck.

  “He speaks,” I breathed into his ear.

  “Well, you weren’t saying shit,” he said as he pressed me to the wall.

  “I was nervous,” I gasped as he softly pressed me into the wall.

  “I’m fine now,” I grunted as he started thrusting harder into me.

  “You aren’t going to hurt me,” I whispered into his ear.

  “Now fuck me like I want,” I bit his neck again.

  He began forcefully fucking me into the wall. With each stroke he increased his force and speed. My head began to hit the wall. I slapped his back once and bit his neck harder.

  “Hrrrder” I begged though my teeth.

  He pounded me into the wall.

  I felt my pussy contracting as his massive cock thrust in and out of my now soaked pussy. His cock felt as if it were growing. He kept fucking me into the wall with each stroke. I closed my eyes and bit his neck.

  This.

  This is what I want.

  My breathing became short and shallow. It was as if I almost forgot to breathe. His cock swelled. I released my grip on his neck and moved my mouth to his ear.

  Yes, I want this.

  “Cum inside of me. Fill me with cum, Shane. I want to feel it,” I whispered into his ear.

  His breathing became choppy and he closed his eyes. I felt myself begin to climax I had no idea existed. As if my body was warning me, I tensed up and focused, squeezing his body against me.

  “Kace,” he said.

  “Kaaaace,” he repeated slowly and softly.

  “Do it,” I sighed.

  I closed my eyes.

  “Oh fuck. Oh fuck…Ooooh fuuuuck,” I heard the words somehow escape my mouth.

  I felt his cock swell and ejaculate as he groaned. At the same time, whatever was trapped inside of me released - as if I had actually exploded. I gasped for a breath. I felt cum running down my legs. I could not speak or think. Caught in the particular moment, I simply blinked my eyes.

  Finally, my eyes began to focus. When I looked at his face, I saw relief.

  Not an orgasms worth, but a lifetime.

  I leaned back into the wall, still incapable of speech. I took a slow breath and exhaled.

  Ahhh. Basil.

  I reached up and pushed his head back. As I looked into his steel grey eyes, I leaned forward and softly kissed the most beautiful man in the world.

  And finally, I was able to speak.

  “I love you, too,” I said softly.

  And I began to cry.

  Chapter 15

  SHANE. In my experiences with life I had often searched for something or someone to satisfy a void. When I did, I often settle for something substandard or second rate. I did so because I felt I must fill an opening. When I did not look or attempt to resolve a particular deficiency, I often stumbled onto what it is that I actually needed. Life tends to provide us with our most valuable assets when we least expect it or while we’re not even particularly looking.

  In life, we need to pay the closest attention when we aren’t paying attention at all.

  Life has a way of sneaking up on us.

  This, in itself, was why I paid attention to all of the little details.

  Because I didn’t like surprises.

  “So, you think you’re going to be alright, babe?” I asked as we turned the corner into the residential neighborhood.

  “I think so, as long as you’re close by. You make me feel really comfortable. I don’t get excited anymore around you,” she giggled.

  “Nervous?” I asked.

  “Duh,” she sighed.

  “How long?” I asked.

  “I don’t know for sure, I think it’s been ten years. I’m not really sure. I don’t remember. It’s been a long time. Since before I graduated high school if I remember right,” she said.

  No different than I, Kace didn’t remember a tremendous amount of her childhood. Her memories - or lack of memories - lasted into her teens. I suppose her problems lasted longer as well. I didn’t remember my childhood because I was moved around and my father was gone. She didn’t remember because she had events or circumstances her mind chose to set aside.

  Coming from the background she came from, it was no surprise to see her mind set aside memories associated with abuse. One funny thing about the human mind was that it would often set aside a period of time – maybe even a few years – to get rid of a few memories or particular events.

  Kace hadn’t initially told me, but eventually she admitted her father had abused her mother physically. Her mother finally left her father after many years of being beaten. Kace, at the time, was about twelve years old. Being exposed to this type of abuse generally made the children either totally opposed to abuse or an abuser themselves. It seemed to depend on the person and how their mind processed it.

  “By the GPS, we’re just a few blocks, you sure you’re alright?” I asked.

  “My stomach feels funny. But you can’t fix it. Just go, I’ll be fine,” she responded.

  I was glad we decided to come see her mother at this point in time, long before the holidays. It might allow Kace to make the adjustments needed, possibly allowing her to see her family during the Thanksgiv
ing and Christmas holidays.

  “Well, here we are, house number 648,” I said as we pulled up to the front of the home.

  She swallowed heavily.

  “You alright?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” she sounded like she had a frog in her throat.

  “Babe, any time you’re ready to go just tell me so. I’m damn near as nervous as you,” I chuckled lightly.

  She nodded.

  “Who, babe? Who’s the most beautiful woman in the world?” I asked.

  She pointed to her chest and smiled, “I am.”

  “Yes, babe. You are,” I said as I leaned toward her seat and kissed her.

  “Ready?” I asked.

  She opened the door to the truck and got out.

  I guess that means yes.

  Kace was one of the strongest women I had ever met. Kace was a true survivor. One hundred pounds of tough. As I fumbled with the door handle, she stepped around to my side of the truck and waited. Finally, I opened the door, and stepped outside the truck.

  “Alright, let’s do this,” I said as I held my arm out to my side.

  After she attached herself to my arm, we walked up the sidewalk together to the front porch of the house. As I reached out to ring the buzzer, the door slowly opened.

  “Oh dear Lord. The pictures didn’t do you any justice. Kace, you’re beautiful,” a woman said through the opened door. She was petite, blonde, and very pretty.

  “Come in,” she said.

  As she held her arms out, they began to shake. We stepped inside the home, and Kace immediately hugged her mother. Ten years of sorrow began to run down the cheeks of both women as they embraced. The sounds of sobbing muffled the sound of everything else.

  “I’m sorry,” Kace sobbed as she wrapped her arms around her mother’s shoulders.

  “No, baby. I’m so sorry. I never should have let you go,” her mother apologized as she began to cry uncontrollably.

  I stepped to the side of the doorway, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with the situation. Seeing Kace crying like this was not easy for me. Seeing people cry, in general, was difficult for me; especially women. Feeling somewhat helpless, I found a chair and sat quietly as they stood and cried in each other’s arms. Slowly, I pulled my hood up over my head and pressed the soft fabric into the sides of my face. Eventually, they walked into the living room and sat down side-by-side on the couch. I sat and watched them exchange short embarrassed glances at each other as they covered their mouths and tried to stop crying. Eye makeup streamed down each of their faces.