by Gina Mint
“So simply stated, babes,” Derek faced her and kissed her on the lips again. She was now wedged between two virile adult men who knew how to pleasure her young body.
“Do you want a second round?” Allan slid down and buried his face on her still wet pussy.
Derek pulled him from behind and said, “Unless you want me to fuck you from behind, that territory is mine now.”
“Well, not a bad idea. Shall we try?” Allan retorted as they laughed and tumbled, naked, down the floor.
Mila stared at the ceiling, wondering whether she had found true love or not.
The End
Story Nine
I stared at the computer screen and feasted my eyes on the beautiful faces of the gorgeous women before me. I was a bumbling tyro compared to these sophisticated young ladies. At 20, I was still a certified virgin – a wall paper. My fingertips itched with excitement. This was my ticket out of my miserable condition - a way to survive. I knew I had to do it, but deep inside, I also knew that it was an excuse to seek sexual adventures.
I chose my most presentable photo and added it to the personal information on the Mail Order Bride website. The most significant step was done. Now, all I have to do is wait. I sighed with relief and tried to get rid of the apprehension developing from the pit of my stomach.
“Candice,” a raspyvoice came from the adjoining room.
My feet scraped the rough wooden floor as I ran barefooted to the room.
“Yes, mom, do you need anything?” I queried.
She was sitting down on the edge of the old worn out bed, trying to comb her unruly hair with her fingers.
“Have you seen my comb?” Mom had bouts of memory loss, normal for people of her age. She was past 70.
A door banged and my younger brother came in unceremoniously. He was lanky, with a face riddled with pubescent pimples. His long fringed eyes were his assets that made his looks extraordinary.
“Hey, sis, let me do it.” In one swift movement, he produced a comb from his hand and went on to untangle mother’s hair.
“Um, okay. You help mom eat her breakfast. I have work to do,” I left the two of them chattering happily and went back to the computer.
To my surprise, there was already anotice on my dashboard as soon as I signed in on the website. It was from a match who wanted to chat with me. I clicked the button to view his picture. “Dave Potter” his bio stated. I stared at a set of deep green eyes that gazed back at me from a uniquely handsome face. His hawk-like nose indicated he must be Grecian or somewhere near those areas. His lips that stretched into a smile were thin and determined. I was drawn to him at first sight.
He was requesting for a Live Chat and Cam Share. My pulses quickened and there was a big lump lodged in my throat. I had never done this before and I was apprehensive, but excited, nonetheless. I clicked “accept” and waited.
He was exactly as I imagined him to be when he came on cam – good looking and well built.
“Hi, I’m Dave,” he typed and waved at me through the cam.
My apprehensions diminished into thin air when he smiled, his green eyes surprisingly clear and sincere. I’ve never imagined that the eyes can speak volumes. They seemed to tell tales of endless struggles and adventure.
“I’m Candice,” I typed, feeling self-conscious.
“Can we meet in person?” My screen blinked.
I stared at him from my monitor, startled at his audacity. He didn’t waste time.
“Yes, I don’t want to waste time,” he admitted, “I’m sure we’re perfectly matched.”
My fingers hesitated on my keypads but my heart did a drum roll, I had sensed that instant connection too, but…
“Let’s give ourselves more time,” I replied, “You still don’t know a lot about me.”
“What about going on a Video Date now?” he persisted.
Before I could send a reply, he continued, “Just a moment…”
Can he be one of those online predators? I have heard of gruesome tales of mail order brides being murdered or physically abused.
But before I could react, the screen shifted and he was back on cam, which was set on a Video Date. That meant we could talk using audios. I accepted reluctantly and reached for my earphones.
“Hi again,” his husky voice greeted me.
“Hi,” I mumbled, not sure what to say. I was elated though to hear his confident voice. There was something soothing about it.
“Can we meet in person?” he asked anew. “I can assure you, I mean you no harm. I just want to be with you,” he explained calmly.
“You may expect a lot from me,” I disclosed, “let’s get to know each other first.” I was fearful he would reject me once he learned more about me.
“Hmmmm…okay,” he finally agreed. “So, what more would you like to know about me?”
I knew that he was 35 years old, single and from Cheyenne, Wyoming, and that he was involved in the hotel and travel business.
“Have you ever been married?” I asked.
“No, I was busy with other things. But I have had a number of girlfriends,” he replied matter-of-factly, flashing his white teeth.
“You appear to be successful with women but how come you’re ordering a bride, whom you barely know?” My voice quavered. I was unable to contain my curiosity.
There was a long pause, as he eyed me across the monitor. He didn’t answer my question but said instead, “Will you marry me? You’re so beautiful. I want to kiss you.”
I was taken aback and I felt goose bumps sprouting from my skin at the intensity of his gaze and the passionate way he pronounced those words. No one had ever said I was beautiful. I felt the patch between my thighs moisten.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“When I saw your face, I knew you’re the one for me,” he continued. He reached out for the monitor and gently touched it. “I don’t need to search anymore.”
That night, I tossed and turned in bed, imagining his face, his clear green eyes, his lips, and my body burned with desire. Nobody ever paid attention to me. I was always the rejected one, ignored by the male species. It seems too good to be true.He was a weird guy, desiring me the first time we met.
“Trust me, I mean you no harm,” were his final words.
I visualized those determined lips kissing me in all parts of my body and I ached with longing. I had always dreamed of being made love to and wanted to experience the “sexcapades” that I read in novels, but I never had the opportunity, so I masturbated at times. And I felt that strong urge now, after listening to Dave’s enticing words.
I stripped naked and stood before the mirror. My body may not be tagged “sexy” but it was nubile and my muscles were well-toned. My small, firm breasts stood proudly and my womanhood peeked behind my bushy pubis. I touched my erect nipples and felt a shiver travel up my spine. I wish Dave could see me, but I knew I was too shy to do it in front of him.
I lay supine on the hard bed and started exploring my body with my hands. My right fingers gently caressed the opening of my vagina. I ran my fingers along the length of my labia and the area around it, while my left fingers fondled and twirled my tits until they stood rigid at attention. I was moaning as I increased the rhythm of my fingers. When I finally touched my clitoris, I arched my back as the jarring sensation brought me to the throes of an orgasm. I flicked my clit repeatedly until I gasped at the delightful sensations produced by the action. I wanted a cock inside my pussy badly but there was no one to satiate that urgent need, so I inserted one finger and finger fucked myself. It was uncomfortable, but my need to reach my orgasm was greater.I tried two fingers but it was too tight, so I contented myself with one. My climax finally burst and my body jerked like a puppet on a string as I continued fingering my drenched, narrowslit until the sensations subsided.
After my release, I still felt unsatisfied. I have to agree with Dave’s marriage proposal, if I wanted a real fuck. That’s the purpose I signed in on
the website, anyway. I felt a strong connection to Dave that I had never felt before. It was crazy but I wanted to go for it.
Mom was horrified when I disclosed the truth about what I did. “You mean you’re going to marry someone you just met online?” she exclaimed.
“Yes, mom,don’t worry, I’ll be okay.”
Just then the doorbell rang. It was Dave. He had agreed to visit mom and Derek at home to break the news.
I ran as fast as my feet can carry me, feeling exhilarated and thrilled.
He stood there like a Greek god, in all his splendor; tall, tanned and dashing. His sinewy arms bulged from beneath his light blue shirt; his bright smile reaching his iridescent, green eyes.
I was at a loss on what to do, whether to hug him or shake his hand formally. Events went too fast; I didn’t have the confidence to do anything. He reached out and pulled me close to him. “Hi, sweetie,” he beamed at me.
I smiled weakly and allowed him to imprison me in his warm embrace. It was comforting and secure to be in his arms. All my misgivings disappeared into thin air. I can smell the fresh, earthly scent of his cologne, and dizziness overcame me as my nipples hardened against his sturdy chest. How can he arouse me with just a mere touch?
He introduced himself to mom and I sat beside him as he assured her that I’ll be safe in his hands as his wife. “Don’t worry, mother. I’ll take good care of her and the family.”
I scrutinized him discreetly and concluded that he was for real. Mother was wary at first, but as they continued talking, I sensed a certain camaraderie evolving between them.
“You’ll have to sleep here for the night,” mom suggested.
“Well, if it won’t inconvenience you,” he replied gladly.
We had no guest rooms in our small, dilapidated house; onlytwo tiny rooms for the three of us. When dad died, we barely existed with what mom earned as a waitress, and later, with what I earned as a saleslady. My brother and I were able to finish high school but not college. We were indigents and I wanted to provide a better life for myself and my family.
“You can sleep in Derek’s room,” mom instructed Dave.
But sleep did not come easy, knowing that Dave was in the adjoining room.I decided to take a short walk in the moonlight. It was summer, and it was the perfect time for a stroll. I put on a light sweater over my sleeveless blouse and walked into the stillness of the night. Except for the croak of frogs and the sound of crickets, there was complete silence.
Living in the rural area has its own advantages such as, being able to bask in the tranquility of your surroundings. I was startled when a voice murmured in my ear. “I guess, you can’t sleep too.”
I turned around and came face to face with Dave; his radiant countenance outlined in the shadows of the night. I took a step backward, surprised at his sudden appearance. An ember started to ignite in my groin. I wanted to stay close to him, but I was somewhat scared. “Timid” would be the right word.
“I came out for a breath of fresh air,” I managed to blurt out, amidst my confusion.
“Let’s take a walk,” he placed an arm around me casually, and we started walking. I was unable to resist. I wanted his warmth more than anything else.
We circled the small lake near our neighborhood and sat down on the soft, verdant grass. The smell of new mown hay pervaded the air.
He still has his arm around me, and I basked in his presence. I snuggled closer to him, unable to understand his strange attraction.
“Let’s get married tomorrow,” he stated confidently.
“That’s too soon,” I struggled to free myself from his arm.
He gently turned my face upwards and lowered his lips into mine. I evaded his lips, but he managed to stay glued to my mouth, persistent and hungry. His lips nibbled my lower lips, prodding me to open my mouth. I eventually stopped struggling when his tongue finally succeeded in penetrating the softness of the area inside my mouth.
I gave in to the pleasant sensations of his kiss, giving back to him, the same pleasure he was providing me. This was what I had been dreaming of. My tongue wrestled with his, and for a girl who had never been kissed, I found myself, naturally responding to his seeking tongue.
His hands drifted down my torso and into my pubis. I gasped in excitement as his fingers lowered my undies and rested on the outer lips of my petals - teasingly. I was wet in an instant.
“You’re so juicy…mmmm,” he whispered gruffly, as he ran his fingers, up and down, and over the outer area of my quivering pussy. When his index finger flicked my clit, I raised my ass and purred like a kitten. I was sitting on his lap and he was cradling me in his two strong arms. His mouth sucked and cavorted with my tongue and lips while his fingers fondled, flicked and massaged my clit and the labia of my pussy. He went back and forth, stroking my clit and then my vagina until I was drenched with my own juices.He inserted a finger into my vagina, and I gave out a suppressed cry, my body jerking forward. “You’re a virgin, sweetie,” he seemed to expect it. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” he whispered, “I’ll teach you how to behave as a lady,” he lowered his lips down my neck, and I closed my eyes, surrendering myself to the delicious sensations he provided me.
“Candice, where are you? Candice!” Mom was calling out from the distance.
We broke apart and hurriedly smoothened our clothes to hide evidences of our intimate moment.
“I’m here, mom,” I ran to meet her halfway, my face flushed with unsatisfied lust.
“Why aren’t you sleeping yet? Where’s Dave?” With her poor eyesight, she didn’t notice something was amiss.
“Right here,” he appeared from the shadows, unruffled.
“You’ve got to sleep early. You’ve got things to do tomorrow for your wedding.”
We mumbled our agreement and trudged back to the house, our desires unfulfilled.I was still too timid to hold his hand – even after all that we have done in the darkness. I felt my face grow hotter with embarrassment and guilt when I realized I could have almost lost my virginity to a man I have not been to married yet. What happened to the shy virgin? I wondered. My body’s desire was different, however. Every inch of my whole body was yearning for his touch, wishing we had more time to bask in those pleasurable sensations.
Again, I was unable to sleep that night. The folds of my pussy were aching to be touched and sucked. If mother was not there, I would have masturbated. I had a taste of heaven, one that I have been wishing for and I couldn’t wait for more.
The following morning, Dave and I visited the small chapel to schedule our wedding the following day. The minister was helpful in giving us a piece of advice about placing God in the center of our marriage. We pretended to listen attentively. I was utterly conscious of his sinewy body next to mine, wishing we were alone. Next, we visited the café that would be preparing our cake and food. We didn’t invite any guests. It was a family affair and we intended to keep it that way.
After the day, I felt exhausted and taut as a violin string. Every time Dave’s body came in contact with mine, I felt the electric excitement coursing through my veins. My undergarment was wet the whole day with my arousal. That night I swore I had to satiate my hunger. My burning need for him has converted me into a bold predator.
When everyone was asleep, I tiptoed to Dave’s room and sneaked in. He was on his back, his green eyes clearly visible in the darkness. The green glinting eyes turned to look at me. I stopped midway, suddenly scared of his gaze. Then the feeling disappeared when he quickly pulled me towards him and embraced me tightly.
“Your mom might wake up,” he restrained me as I groped for his cock, which was already rising to the occasion. My self-confidence increased as I felt my feminine power overcome him.
“I can’t wait, Dave,” I begged, clinging to him.
“It’s only one night more,” he whispered, stroking my hair. This aroused me more and I stroke his dick in return.
Clearly, he was as horny as I was. He held my hand a
nd together we navigated the small room silently as we hurried to our hideaway by the lake.
Words were not needed, as we wielded our bodies against each other and kissed passionately. His mouth explored the sensitive crevices of my mouth, while his hands strummed my breasts. We were still fully clothed but we were too aroused to bother undressing first. We stroked and fondled each other underneath our clothes as our desire grew stronger until it became a conflagration we were not able to control.
He lay me down on the soft grass and kissed me again. Inserting his tongue in my lips and intertwining them with my own, as we sucked each other dry. Then his lips began trailing kisses on my neck and nape.