Chapter Six - On The Grass, Under The Tree
Harrod
I massaged her back gently, my fingers pressing into the smooth skin of her neck. I didn’t know how to proceed with this buxom beauty. What did she want me to do? Her head was on my shoulder, her rising and falling stomach stroking my cock softly. The rain was pouring hard, the clouds thundering.
“Siobhan,” I said, pushing her back on my knees, looking into her big, brown eyes. “You wanna do this?”
She avoided eye contact and got off me, then knelt between my legs and took my cock in her small hands. She stroked it softly with one hand, the other pressed against my stomach.
“Easy there,” I said, as she pulled down, stretching my foreskin. Her face was filled with desire, her eyes unsure. I put my hand over hers and guide it. “This is how you do it.”
“You want me to…” She looked at me.
“Do whatever you want,” I said.
She went lower, my cock still in her hand, and opened her small mouth. She took the tip in her mouth uncertainly, and I felt her tongue taste my skin. She stroked the shaft with her hand and began sucking, making a moaning sound, humming. She tried to take it in deep, but the head of my cock was too big for her throat. I tried to push in lightly, but it didn’t go in any more than 3 inches.
She stopped, looked up, kissed me, her hands around my shoulders, and then got back on her back. I climbed on top and buried my face in her well-endowed tits. I wanted her first time to be good. I wanted her to remember it for the rest of her life. I kneaded her tits with my hand, sucking on the other one, switching now and again, giving equal attention to both her tits. Kissing her on the mouth, I licked her from her chin to her navel, my tongue pushing. She let out a small laugh. “It tickles,” she said.
I licked her down to her sparsely-haired pussy, moistening her already wet labia with my tongue. Her body tensed as I pushed my tongue into her virgin pussy, but I worked down her until her body relaxed again. Her juices were trickling down. I spat on my finger and pushed it inside her, relaxing her even further. I got back on top and buried my face in her tits, pushing another finger up her cunt. She let out a small moan when I pushed in the third finger, her body responding to the fingering, her breathing getting heavier. I stopped when she got close, wanting an explicit response from her.
“Harrod,” she said, in a quivering voice.
“What?”
“Please don’t stop.”
“You want me inside you,” I said, forcing her to look at me. She nodded. I pushed my cock between her legs, pressing her legs closer together, rubbing the entire 7.5 inches against her virginity, giving her a taste of what’s to come. Her flowing juices lubricated it already. I knew she was ready.
I towered over her and spat on my cock, rubbing the head against the pink folds of her opening. She arched her back, desperate for it. I pushed inside her slowly, just the head. Her hand shot up and pressed into my chest. “Stop,” she said, moving her ass to force my cock out. “It hurts.”
“It will be alright,” I said, reassuring her. Her pussy was too tight and my cock too big for it. “Trust me,” I said.
She nodded. I got on top and pinned her in place. I covered her mouth with mine, “Trust me.” I didn’t move until she stopped squirming under me. Her pussy was so tight that my cock was squished tightly into it. It was almost uncomfortable for me. Her insides were stretched, pushing to return to their normal position, putting pressure on my cock from all sides. She moved slightly, a gentle motion with her hips. She was ready.
I didn’t want to cause pain or damage. I remembered my ex-girlfriend had to see a gynecologist for vaginal tearing after her first time. When she was ready, she wrapped her arm around my neck and pulled me close, bringing my mouth to hers, kissing me. I started moving slowly, focusing on her pleasure. The more she responded, the faster I fucked. All the while my mouth was on hers. She kissed me tightly, passionately, the intensity of her mouth reflecting the speed of my thrusts. I could feel myself dripping pre-cum inside her. Then I picked her up, my cock still inside her, and pushed her against the tree. We didn’t talk. Her eyes were closed. I started fucking her harder and she suppressed her moans at first. Her breathing got heavier and her moans got louder. Her nails started digging into my back, scratching along the length.
“I’m close,” I said. “Fuck, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come inside you.”
“Harder,” she mumbled in a quivering voice, her body tense, ready for release.
I pushed her back on the grass and started fucking her the way she wanted me to. I pulled all the way out, leaving her empty for a second, then pushed in with a swift thrust. She was enjoying this, I could tell from her face and her moans. In and out, faster. The water splashed as our wet, naked bodies came close to relief. She wrapped her legs tightly around me as she reached her orgasm, shooting her warm juice onto my cock. I wanted to pull out but I’m so close I couldn’t stop myself. She moaned loudly as she came, and I panted heavily, climaxing, shooting my load inside her in three huge spurts. I crashed on top of her and planted a kiss on her cheek.
“That was…” she struggled to find words.
“Amazing,” I said.
I turned around and brought her on top of me, her cheek pressed against my heart. We laid there until it got too cold and wet. When we got up, she was a mess. Her body had dirt all over it, and there was grass in her messy hair bun. She got up and struggled to walk, and it looked horrifying for a second. She couldn’t walk straight. But she smiled at me and I knew it was all right. She picked up our clothes and walked back to me with a lopsided gait. I saw our mixed juices flowing between her legs. She pressed her hand to her pussy, then squints to look at it.
“I am bleeding,” she said.
“I’m sorry,” I said, planting a kiss on her forehead.
“It’s okay.” We started walking back naked. There seemed to be no point in putting on the wet clothes now. She took six steps and stopped “Harrod, I can’t walk. It hurts.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll carry you.”
“My clothes are wet. What are we gonna do?”
“Walk back naked,” I said with a grin.
“What if someone sees us?”
I scooped her up in my arms and carried her back. “Who cares?”
When we reached the stairs, I put her back on her feet. We ran back inside, laughing, soaking wet, dripping on the carpet all the way until we reached my bedroom. I followed her into the shower but she told me she wanted to shower alone so I left her and filled the Jacuzzi instead. I laid back in the hot water, picturing her washing herself. I wondered how she felt. She stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around, her curly, wet hair falling to her side. She sat on the side of the Jacuzzi and tested the water with her finger.
“This is nice and warm,” she said.
“You’re welcome to join. We can do it all over again.” I was getting hard again already.
She shook her head. “I don’t think I can do it again for a month.”
“Come on in,” I said, grabbing her arm. She squealed as I pulled her in.
“No sex,” she said.
“Okay,” I said. She was back on my lap again, my hard cock pressing into her back. “Let’s just have this bath together.” I massaged her supple, tired body.
“That was incredible,” she said.
“If it was then why don’t you want to do it again?”
“I do, of course. I just…not right now. I’m really sore.” I massaged her pussy softly with my fingers. I could already feel that it wasn’t as tight as it was moments ago. “You’re a cool guy,” she threw in as an afterthought.
We got out of the bath. “I don’t have any clothes for you,” I said. “But Gabe will have them washed and clean by the time you wake up. Until then, you are sleeping with me, naked.”
“That sounds nice,” she said.
Once we got in bed, we made out for a while. I wanted to take her from behind, slap her full ass-cheeks as I buried myself inside her, but I knew she wasn’t up for it. Then I remembered coming inside her.
“Sorry I came inside you, but you wrapped your legs around me. I couldn’t pull out.”
“It’s fine,” she said dismissively. “I’ve read stuff. Nothing happens if you don’t wear a condom once.”
I woke up before she did in the morning, with morning wood. I knew that Christmas was still a few days away but that day felt like Christmas. That sense of trembling anticipation that children have when they have awaited the arrival of Santa, when they can’t wait to unwrap their presents, I felt it then, deep in my bones. I haven’t desired a woman so much ever before, but then no woman has ever said no to me. She hasn’t really turned me down, though. I understood why she couldn’t fuck again just yet. Although heaven knows I wanted nothing more than to unwrap my present and devour her right there.
Gabe took our clothes to the laundry, and we headed down to the dining room for breakfast in towels. The towel was too small for her, and half her cleavage was already hanging out. It kept falling off until she finally threw it aside.
We waited until she got her clothes back, lying on the sofa, whispering sweet nothings to each other. She left soon after her clothes were returned from the laundry.
“It was really nice, Harrod.”
“What was?” I asked.
She blushed. “You know what. All of it.”
“Likewise.”
“So, I’ll…see you around?” she wagered.
“You bet you will.”