FEELS LIKE THE FIRST TIME

by Scott Hildreth

  I sat up and pulled my shirt over my head. I placed my shirt on the end of the counter, unhooked my bra, and removed it. I slid across the counter and jumped to the floor. My sneakers hit the floor and squeaked on the hardwood, reminding me that I was still wearing them. I looked down at the sneakers and back up at Erik. I had to admit, I felt cute standing there naked except for my sneakers.

  I got down on my knees and slowly worked my way to Erik. He stood still in front of me, his hands at his hips. As I got close enough to touch him, I grabbed his thick cock in my hand. I studied it. It was almost as thick as my wrist. I licked the tip with my tongue and put my mouth on the head. Circling the tip of his cock with my tongue I licked my lips, moistening them. I slowly slid my mouth down the length of his hard cock, pressing the soft head against the roof of my mouth with my tongue. I grabbed his butt with my hands and pulled him against me. I looked up into his eyes as I began to suck his cock.

  I slid my mouth down the length of his cock, allowing it to work its way into my throat. He began to moan softly and closed his eyes. It turned me on so much when he moaned. To me, there was nothing sexier than hearing him moan. I slid my wet mouth up and down the length of his cock as I squeezed his hard butt with my hands. As his cock slid into my throat, I could feel my heart beating in my pussy. I wanted him so bad. I kept looking up at his face as I sucked his cock.

  “Stand up, Baby Girl. Stand up and put your hands on the countertop, palms down.”

  “You don’t like it?” I asked, wondering if I did something wrong.

  “No, I love it, that’s the problem. You suck my cock too good, baby. I can’t take it,” he said, shaking his head. His chest muscles twitched as he stood there. Does he make them do that?

  “Now put your hands on the countertop and bend over. I’m going to shove you so full of cock you won’t even remember how to spell your name for a week,” he said in his deep voice.

  “Oh my. Ok,” I said as I did what he asked. As I grabbed the edges of the countertop, I felt his foot kicking the insides of my shoes, spreading my legs farther apart.

  “You long-legged, sexy little bitch. I have to get your pussy down here where I can get to it,” he said, as he slapped the right side of my butt, hard. The slap startled me, and the sting felt like fire.

  As soon as he stopped kicking my shoes and spreading my legs apart, I felt the head of his cock slide past my lips. His hands grabbed my waist, and he slid all the way inside of me. As soon as I felt his balls against my clit, I began to contract and felt as if I was going to cum. His cock slid out and then back in again. He found a rhythm and began to fuck me slowly, his hips slapping lightly against my butt as he slid all the way into my wet pussy. As his hips slapped my ass, I could feel his balls against my clit. I couldn’t take it anymore. If he kept up this pace, I would explode.

  “Fuck me Erik, fuck me. Fuck me harder. Fuck me,” I said loudly.

  “Fuck me, Erik. Oh God. Fuck me.”

  “Fuck me.”

  “Harder!” I begged.

  “Who owns you, Baby Girl? Who fucking owns you?” he almost screamed.

  “Oh God, you do. You own me. You.”

  “Don’t forget it, do you hear me?” he said in a loud, stern tone.

  “Yes, I am yours. You own me,” I responded. I loved this.

  In and out he forced himself, each time it felt as I was being stretched open for the first time. Not a tremendous pain, but each stroke felt like it was the first, the entry stroke. It was a new feeling to me, and it was more than I could take. I was going to explode.

  “Please…Faster. Fuck me. Give me that cock. Give me that big fat….Oh my God. Give it to me.”

  He began to move faster and faster, his hips slapping harder against my butt, making a popping sound each time they made contact. The rhythm of his balls banging against my clit was more than I could take. I tensed up, tightening my butt muscles.

  My hips were against the countertop of the island, and he was smashing me against the countertop with each stroke. The pain from his hips smashing me into it began to take my mind away from the pleasure I felt from the rhythm of him sliding in and out. The pain felt so good. I began to focus on the pain to give myself more time.

  “Harder, fuck me……harder…….Erik. Oh….My….God….Erik.”

  “Erik…”

  I couldn’t take it anymore. It felt too good. Looking back at his tattooed forearm on my hip and seeing his muscular legs, rippled abs, and tattooed chest was more than I could take.

  “Fuck me harder,” I begged.

  “Please. Oh my fucking. I am going to cum,” I said in a high pitched voice.

  “Erik. I am going to.”

  “I am. I am. I am. I am,” I screamed as loud as I could.

  His hands slid to my neck and began to grip me slightly. Oh God, I really, really like fucking this guy.

  “Cum with me. Holy fuck. Oh. My. God. Cum with…..Ahhhhhhhhhhhh,” I screamed.

  As I screamed, I felt his warm cum shoot inside of me as his cock pulsed, swelling each time it pulsed, filling my with his cum. He continued to slide in and out slowly as he came, and I kept having an orgasm to end all orgasms. My legs quivered beneath me. My knees bent, I was afraid I was going to fall. He slowly buried himself inside of me and kept his hips against my butt.

  “Do not move,” I said. I felt a pulsation throughout my entire body.

  “Did you like that?” he asked, still inside me fully.

  “Like it?” My hands still on the countertop, I turned around and looked at him. “Like it? Are you fucking serious?”

  “You’re tight little pussy is more than I can handle, Baby Girl,” he said.

  “Well, anyone’s pussy would be tight with your huge cock in it,” I said, laughing.

  “Just don’t move,” I reminded him. “I’m still recovering. Holy shit, now that was a fucking orgasm,” I said, turning and looking at the countertop. I felt certain my legs were going to give out.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “I think so,” I responded.

  “I am going to pick you up and sit you on the countertop,” he said.

  “Okay.”

  He slowly slid his flaccid cock out of my throbbing pussy. He grabbed my waist and picked me up, holding me in the air. As my butt cleared the height of the countertop, he plopped me down on it, facing away from him. I turned to face him.

  “Stay there a minute, let me see what I can find here,” he said, as he shuffled around the kitchen. I could see that his jeans were resting above his boots and around his ankles.

  “You’re cute,” I said as I watched him.

  “It’s been a long time since I have heard that. My mother. Well, she said it all the time,” he said, his voice trailing off and getting quieter at the end.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, remembering the story of his mother’s death.

  “No, Kelli, not at all, I enjoyed you saying it,” he responded as he turned and looked at me.

  Opening the drawers under the countertop and looking in them, he said, “Here we go,” as he pulled out some dish towels.

  “Oh lord. I thought leaving the cum covered pants at The Buckle was bad,” I said, laughing.

  As he chuckled, he said, “We’ll throw them in the trash, I am not putting them back in the drawer.”

  He handed me one towel and turned toward the sink to run water over another. “It’s warm, I let the water get hot,” he said as he handed me another.

  As we both wiped ourselves off, I wondered how long we had been in the house. It had been some time. With Erik, sexually, I had no concept of time. None whatsoever. I finished wiping myself off, slid to the edge of the countertop, and jumped down. I removed my shoes and got dressed. As I was putting my shoes back on, Erik spoke.

  “Turn around,” he said.

  “Let me finish tying my shoes.”

  “No, now. Turn around and stand up,” he said again.

  I stood, one shoe tied an
d one not. As I was turning around, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the lips. His mouth encompassed mine, and he licked my upper lip. Our mouths parted, and he quickly kissed me again. Then, another quick peck.

  “Tie your shoe,” he said, pointing at my shoe.

  I stood there amazed. Amazed that I had met this man. Amazed that he was everything in a man that I wanted. Amazed that he would even want me. And amazed that I could please him.

  I bent over and tied my other shoe.

  “Who owns you, Baby Girl?” he asked.

  “You do, sir,” I responded proudly.

  “You amaze me,” he said.

  “What?” I said.

  I knew what he said. I think I knew what he said. I wanted to hear it again. I stood up and turned around to face him.

  “I said you amaze me, Kelli. You certainly do,” he said, smiling.

  Yep. That’s what he said. You amaze me, Kelli.

  Fuck yes.

  Chapter 16

  ERIK. “No, I met you just before high school. Damn near twenty-five years ago. We started riding together right after your mother passed. What’s that been, five?” Teddy said.

  “Yeah, five or so,” I responded, nodding.

  “Well, you haven’t been in a real relationship for as long as I have known you,” he said as he took a drink of his beer.

  “All you’ve done is fuck bitches.” He stuck his finger in his mug of beer.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” I asked, wondering why he had stuck his entire finger into his beer. As he pulled his finger out of his mouth, he responded.

  “This is the coldest fucking beer I have ever had. God damn, its freezing. And this mug; this is a nice fucking mug. I’m going to drink this motherfucker, hide the mug, and order another. Then I’m gonna walk out of here with these two mugs and put ‘em in my bags. You gotta have a matching pair, or it looks like you stole a mug,” Teddy said, holding the mug up, admiring it.

  “Dude, it’s a fucking glass beer mug. It doesn’t even have the name of this fucking place on it,” I said, shaking my head.

  “That’s what’s cool, Doc. It’ll look like I bought ‘em.”

  Teddy and I met when I was young. We immediately became friends. He was fun to be around and was one of those people that always made you laugh. I never spent any time around Teddy when the majority of it wasn’t spent laughing. When we were in a large group, he was always the center of attention and for good reason. He has the ability to tell a story like nobody else could. He always commanded the attention of the group for at least one of his tales. The group would always listen eagerly, knowing at some point they would laugh out loud.

  I found, since the completion of college and riding with the motorcycle club, that I altered my speech patterns and my demeanor based on who I was with. When I was around other members of the club, I would talk just like they talked, all in an effort to make them comfortable with me. There was nothing worse than being around someone who made you feel uneasy or tried to talk above your ability to comprehend. In the company of any group of people, I purposely tried to talk like they did, never above them or below them.

  About ten years ago, Teddy’s bike was parked in a line of bikes at a local bar. When the night of drinking ended, he attempted to get on his bike and start it. When he did, he knocked it over. The limited parking space at the bar required that all of the bikes be parked side-by-side, and in front of the bar. His bike fell onto the bike beside it, knocking it over, and in turn, knocking the next bike over. This continued as a chain reaction, until all of the bikes to the left of Teddy’s bike were knocked over. About fifteen of them in all. Initially, he tried to claim that he came out of the bar to find the bikes toppled over, but after a few minutes, he admitted that he had caused the pile-up. His club name immediately changed from Bear to Crash. Bear was fitting, as Teddy stood six foot three and weighed two hundred and sixty pounds. He was not, in any respect, fat. He had short curly brown hair and a full beard. Although he kept his beard neatly trimmed, it made him look bigger and meaner than he already did. The stereotypical biker tattoos littered both arms from shoulder to wrist.

  “Holler at the waitress if you see her. She hasn’t been out here in a bit,” Teddy said.

  We were sitting outside, underneath a covered patio in a new bar in town, Twin Peaks. The theme was a log cabin lodge type environment, and the patio had ten wooden tables with six loose wooden barstools at each table. The waitresses all wore khaki shorts, boots of some sort, and a cropped flannel shirt, unbuttoned. The shirt was tied at the bottom, instead of hanging loose outside the shorts. All of the shirts were carefully fitted to ensure that the entire midriff of the waitress was exposed and that her boobs were incapable of being covered. For all practical purposes, they were naked from the waist up. Places like this didn’t necessarily appeal to me, but it was one of the few biker friendly bars in town, and our club patronized the establishment. In turn, the owner of the bar donated money to the club, primarily to support the fundraising ride that we had in the summer.

  “If I see her I will,” I said, looking around to see she was on the patio.

  “So, Doc, tell me about this chick. She’s good people?”

  “She’s great, Teddy. She’s easy to be around, she’s fun, and she is respectful. She’s everything I want in a girl, and so far, nothing that I don’t want. She’s college-educated, intelligent, and articulate. If I were to paint a picture of what would be my a perfect girl, so far; she’s it,” I responded.

  “Well, for fuck’s sake, when you two getting married?”

  “She makes me happy, Crash. Happier than anyone else ever has. A whole hell of a lot of them have tried. She succeeds by just being herself.”

  “I’m just giving you shit, Doc, you know that.” He held his beer mug over his head, upside down, allowing it to drip into his mouth.

  “That motherfucker is definitely empty. I need another beer, Doc.”

  He no more than lowered his glass, and our waitress came onto the patio from inside the bar with another waitress walking beside her. The other waitress was extremely tall, attractive, blonde, and had breasts the size of large cantaloupes. Approximately ten percent of her breasts were concealed by her flannel shirt.

  “It’s shift change. You guys can either tab out, or carry your tab over to your new waitress, Heather. This is Heather,” she said, pointing to the large breasted blonde standing beside her.

  “Hi, guys,” Heather said.

  We had only been at the bar for forty-five minutes, and probably had a tab of fifteen dollars. I reached into my pocket, pulled out a twenty dollar bill, and handed it to waitress number one.

  “Here, just take this for your tip, we’ll tab out later. That’ll let you get out of here,” I said as I handed her the money.

  “Oh, wow. Thank you. Okay, well, have a good evening guys,” she said as she walked away, leaving Heather, Teddy and I at the table.

  “So, what can I get you two,” Heather asked smiling.

  “I want another mug of Coors and your phone number,” Teddy said.

  “Oh stop it,” Heather said, smiling at Teddy.

  “I’m dead serious. You’re fucking gorgeous. I want to know more about you, but I don’t want to pester you at work. You know anything about riding on a bike?” Teddy asked as he pointed to his bike parked a few feet from where we were sitting.

  “Oh my God, thank you. You’re so sweet. And yes, I’ve ridden on a bike before,” Heather answered, smiling at Teddy.

  “Well, I want to get you on the back of mine, let’s make that happen,” Teddy said.

  “Sounds good, let me get your beer, and I will be back in a minute. Do you need anything?” Heather asked as she turned toward me.

  “Oh my God, are you Erik?” Heather asked, her mouth opened wide in an obvious display of surprise.

  “As a matter of fact, I am, why?” I asked.

  “Well, Kelli is my best friend, so she talks about you a
ll the time. And I’ve seen you around town a bit, while she’s been at college,” she said.

  “Oh, you’re Heather?” I asked.

  “Yes, we saw you a few months ago at The Pumphouse. I think that was the first night she saw you,” she said as she shifted her weight from one of her Ugg boots to the other. Her boobs shifted with her and about fell out of her non-existent top.

  “Yeah, she told me about that. Well, it is nice to finally meet you,” I said, as I held my hand out to shake her hand.

  “Same here,” she said as she shook my hand.

  “Let me get your beer, and I will be right back,” she said as she looked at Teddy.

  Teddy pointed at her with his index finger and then pointed at me.

  “Brother, I’m going to fuck the hell out of that little girl. Did you see the tits on her? God damn. She’s got a set of fucking jugs on her. Tall bitch too. She’s probably as tall as you are. Maybe taller. Jesus. Long legs and huge tits. That makes for some good fucking,” Teddy said as he shook his finger at me.

  “Listen, Crash. Just don’t fuck her over really bad. It could be bad for me if you did. She is best friends with my girl, Kelli. That’s what she was talking about. She’s Kelli’s best friend. They hang out almost every night that Kelli isn’t with me. They’re down in Old Town at The Pumphouse all the time together. And, from what Kelli has told me, Heather is a nice girl. Naive but nice. She’s been fucked over her whole life and never really had a boyfriend,” I said, hoping Teddy received the message without being irritated.

  “How old you suppose she is, Doc?”

  “Well, Kelli is twenty-two, and they went to school together, so I’m going to say twenty-two or so,” I responded.

  “Sounds good to me. I will be good to her, Doc. I ain’t looking to fuck her over, if that’s what you mean. I will be good to her, as long as fucking her good and hard is what she likes,” he laughed as he spoke, rocking his bar stool back on the rear legs.