Chapter 14

“We wants to be alone.” She went away from the voice, and he followed the dim shape and the sound of bare feet shuffling through the hay.

When she stopped, he could see the dress lifted off her head and set down. He could not really see her bare body, and he suddenly desperately wanted to.

He could hear her sink down onto the rustling hay, and when she grasped his hand and tugged, he joined her eagerly. The hay was soft. He was half on her dress, and where he was on bare hay, it tickled.

She moved his hand to her teat, though, and then he could feel nothing else. It was the softest flesh he had ever touched, but somehow firm.

“Touch it soft,” she whispered. “I ain’t a mule.”

He brushed his hand over her, and it was the most exciting thing he had ever touched. Then he reached her nipple, sticking out like she was nursing a child, and it was more exciting yet.

“Kiss it.” She said, and he did. “Softly. Do everything softly.”

As he was licking and sucking her nipple as softly as he could, she pulled his hand between her legs. She had hair there; of course, he did, too. The parts covered by hair felt entirely different, and very exciting.

She kept telling him to move softly and to be gentle, but she didn’t push him away. Instead, she wriggled and panted.

Suddenly, there was a blood-curdling scream from the slave lines. He froze.

“What is wrong?” he asked.

“Massa Dawes just broke Mellie open.”

Mellie was a heavy girl, younger than he was, but strong. He couldn’t imagine anything hurting her enough to make her scream like that.

“Does it hurt that much?”

“It always hurts – never that much. Massa Dawes, he’s a might puny down there.” She reached down to cover his shorts, and he almost went off at the feel of her hand on his cock. “He likes to hear that a gal suffered when he beaks her, and the gals give him what he wants. Then, they’ll tell him how much they enjoyed it at the end. The first time, we never do, but everybody tells the Massa how much pleasure he brought.

“Now, Massa,” she had pride in her voice. “He broke me open, and he oiled me up with a bit of bacon first. He didn’t need to be told that it hurt. He is built bigger – you take after him – and he knows it hurts a gal. He came back a few days later, too. Yo Mama was still bleeding. Felt better that time. Gal has to be fair ugly for Massa or his sons not to want to bust her. Then Massa Felton, Massa Wallace, and Massa Dawes take turns.

“I’m Massa Dawes’ gal, but I knew he was busy tonight. Yo right pale, and I take from yo, he’ll think it’s his. Yo want to shuck down?”

He pushed his shorts off and rolled over her. She spread her legs, grasped his cock, and guided him in.

The feeling was heaven, much better than when he did himself. He pulled out a bit, was driven hard into her and against her, and exploded out into her. He lay gasping on her.

“Yo first time?” she asked.

He finally caught his breath to say, “First time with a girl.”

“I could tell. Now get beside me and catch your breath. We got more time, and yo got more to do.”

He recovered his energy. He was young and vastly pleased with himself. She led him to kiss her mouth and neck as well as her teats. She taught him how to stroke her. She responded to his strokes, and she told him how to behave when she was writhing too hard to give instructions at the time.

When he was ready again, she let him on top of her. He grasped her teats and kissed their peaks. Then he was driving in and out. She thrust up against him and clasped him by the ass.

This time, it seemed to last for hours. This time, the sensations on his cock were even better. This time, she gasped and gripped his cock within her.

He came and came. Then he dropped onto her again.

“Lie face down,” he said. When she did, he unhooked her bra. He began kissing her back at the shoulder. She felt a little aroused and a lot cherished. He pushed aside the bra strap to continue down to her waist. When he started back up, she turned over. He took her bra from her and put it on her tee at the corner of the blanket. “You are so lovely.” He kissed a path upward towards her tits.

When he’d kissed and sucked them until her nipples were hard, he went on to her mouth. He lay on her, though they were both still dressed below the waist. They had a lovely kiss with his legs between hers and his chest hairs tickling her nipples. He was loving her and arousing her, but she couldn’t help feeling that all this was preparatory.

He kissed down to her waist. He unbuckled the belt and opened her jeans. These fit more loosely. They didn’t look as sexy, but Andy would remove the sexy ones, anyway. Instead of taking the jeans off, he sat back and removed her shoes and socks. Then he removed his own. He pressed his bare feet against hers -- parts of their bodies which had never touched. He lay down beside her and gave her tits a kiss. Then he took the jeans off. Again, he was careful to leave the panties on.

“Oh, Marilyn.” He kissed her tits and then lay down on his back. He brought her hand to his belt buckle. She’d get her chance to undress him. She sat up and began unbuckling his belt. He grabbed her hand when she started to caress his hard on. “That’s too much,” he said. “Just seeing you is already scarily exciting.”

When she’d opened his jeans, he fished in one pocket. He took out what had to be a condom packet and put it on the blanket by her shoulder. He looked her straight in the eye. He was saying something, but what? That this time he’d brought something? That he would take care of her? He stripped off his jeans before kissing her again. His underpants were white briefs. She could see the tip of his cock peeking out above the waistband. Then he kissed down to her waist, stopping a long time on both tits. He held the waistband of her panties in both hands while looking her in the eye again. This message was plain, and she raised her hips to help him get her panties off.

“Oh, Marilyn.” He kissed her mound and then up to her tits. His kisses there were nice, but she didn’t feel that he was giving them enough attention. He kept shifting his legs around. When he knelt between her legs, she spread them to make that easier. Then he stopped all contact. He was on his knees but perfectly vertical, dealing with the packet. His cock drew her eyes. She’d only seen one other, and Andy’s seemed long and thin -- rather like his body in a way. While the head of Colin’s cock had been only slightly wider than the shaft, Andy’s swelled out like an arrowhead. For the first time, she felt nervous. Could she hold all that inside her? It looked awfully long from here. Then he got the condom on and bent to her again. His eyes held hers.

“Sweet Marilyn.” While he kissed her tits, she raised her knees to his chest. “Should we?”

She nodded. Her mouth was suddenly too dry to speak. He moved up her body, His hand went to her hip and then to her pussy. He kissed her chin, her mouth. When he kissed the tip of her nose, she felt him put his tip in the entrance to her pussy. He moved up her torso, and he was entering her. She felt the lips spread, and then she felt herself being filled. Despite her fears, there wasn’t the slightest pain, not even discomfort. He stopped when he had filled her.

“Darling, oh sweet. Is it okay?” It was, she felt wonderful. “May I move?”

“Sure. I’m fine.” He stared into her eyes from inches away while he drew his hips up. She felt him leave her mound and rise between her thighs. She felt, quite acutely, him slip out of her pussy. Her entrance was stretched again by the head of his cock. Then his middle thrust forward again, and she was filled again -- more rapidly. Even more rapidly, he withdrew, and she was emptied while her entrance was stretched. Then he rushed inward. She felt him pulse deep within her.

“Oh, God! ... Oh, Marilyn! I’m sorry.” Apparently, he was finished. He moved off her and flung himself down on the blanket. “I exploded immediately. It must have been awful for you.” Well, this talk was starting to make it fairly bad. She went from that.

“Andy. That was my first time. Don’t make my memory of my first time be all about your moaning.”

“Okay. Sorry ... It was my first time, too.” Yeah. She could tell.

While it was playing, he kissed her and then sat on the bed to undress. He had his back to her until he was naked and standing. Then, when he turned around, she looked at his cock and looked scared. He kissed her, and she kissed back with only the sheet between their bodies. He could reach under the sheet and feel all of her while they kissed. All that had taken so long that the record had nearly run out.

He got up to put the needle back to the beginning. Before coming back to bed, he got a Trojan out of the box he’d hidden in his dresser. He got into bed under the sheet with her. They kissed again, and he felt every inch of her naked body against every inch of his naked body. He was so hard he was twitching, and he had to get the Trojan on before he came all over her.

“We,” he said while putting it on, “don’t want any babies.” He got himself on his knees between her legs. She didn’t say no, but she looked nervous. Hell! If she was nervous, he was scared shitless. Still, his desire was greater than his fright. He kissed her, kissed her tits again. He felt those lips, rubbed over then lightly, got them apart. He got his cock between them.

“My honeybee must never roam,” sang Peggy Cameron.

“Sandy,” he said, “I do love you.” He pushed. For a moment, it didn’t go in. Then it did. “Oh, Sandy!”

“Stay here by your honey’s honeycomb,” said the record while he slid into his honey’s honeycomb. And it was sweet. Even through the rubber Sandy felt sweet. She seemed to wince, but he couldn’t stop. He pushed in until their pubic hair met. He pulled out more rapidly, shoved in faster yet, pulled out again, almost coming all the way out. He’d never felt like this, and he could feel that he was about to come. He thrust into her harder than before, and he could feel it boiling up and pulsing out of him.

His body was stiff as a steel beam, and he was pulsing into her softness. Then he was a limp dishrag, and he dropped onto her. He struggled up on his elbows so that her tits were only touching him instead of crushed under him. He was puffing like a steam engine, but he managed to say, “I love you. Are you all right?”

“I’m OK.” She didn’t sound particularly OK. It had been the most wonderful minute of his life, and it didn’t seem to have been even pleasant for her. She wasn’t crying, though, and soon after saying that, she hugged him.

When he began licking at her nipples, the excitement was much stronger, so strong that it frightened her. “My lord,” she exclaimed.

He drew back for a minute. “Thy husband,” he corrected. That was true. “Thou art so beautiful,” he said. He was looking at her breasts, the blanket having dropped to their waists. The tent contained a dozen lamps, more obvious now with the outside truly dark.

His hand left her breast for a moment, but only to stroke down to her waist and beyond. Her legs came together without her thinking about them. His hand stopped just before the juncture and played with her curls. “So very beautiful,” he said again.

She wanted to be beautiful, she wanted him to think her beautiful; but she did not want him looking at her breasts. She got that wish soon enough, for he went back to lipping her nipple. The feelings grew stronger and concentrated below where his fingers were stroking her hair. Then he kissed her mouth again. That brought his hairy chest across her wet and throbbing nipple. The sensations of mouth and breast came together to join those from his fingers teasing her between her spread legs. When had she spread them? she wondered as she brought them back together.

“We are married. Thou shouldst know that,” he said quietly. “Thy mind may have wandered in church, but hadst thou not noticed that much?”

“Yes, my lord, ... my husband.” She spread her legs again, but his hand lay still. It, however, held her where no one else had ever touched her. He gasped when her leg brushed against his projecting organ. The motion of his chest hair on her nipple, which was somehow more sensitive than it had ever been before, tickled and excited her.

He kissed her again, lightly this time. “Is more of this touching going to make my entry any easier for thee?” he asked gently.

“No, my lord,” she answered. Then, having remembered what the alternative was, she almost corrected herself. It would have been untrue, though; and she wanted to deal with her new husband with honesty.

While her mind was poised between two answers, his body had been moving between her legs. He reached out to the nearest lamp and snuffed its wick. That hand was covered with oil when he touched her. Looking down between them, she decided that he could never fit. He stroked himself once with the oily hand and then fit himself against her. He straightened above her and looked into her eyes. His hand came up to cover her mouth just before he drove forward. Her scream was muffled but heartfelt; he was inside her and it hurt.

“That was the worst of it,” he whispered. “I think it will hurt less if thou dost raise and spread thy knees more.” She did as he directed, and the pain did ease. It was hardly the worst pain that she had ever felt, but it was more personal than most. “I shall try to be brief,” he said quietly.

His motion renewed the sting, but not enough to distract her from his face inches from hers. He looked at her with consideration, then with concentration. His gaze unfocused, as if he could see through her. He looked worried, then agonized, as his motion sped; this motion increased her pain but not to the original level. Then he drove deeper into her and groaned. She could feel him filling and throbbing in a part of her that she had not known she had. Then he lay gasping on her, pressing her deep into the feathers.

Soon after, he withdrew. “Sit up for a moment,” he said. She did, and an echo of the sting returned where the sheet met her torn flesh. There was also a dripping there, as if the moon were in a different phase. “That will attest to thy honor,” he said. “Does my lady want to see?” She did not; she could tell that she was bleeding. “Canst thou sleep with those lamps?” he asked.

Then he broke away. He went to the closet before sitting on a chair facing her from a foot away. “Come to me, Ethel.”

She couldn’t say, “No, you come back here.” While she got out of the other side of the bed, he stood and pushed down his underwear. When he sat back down on the edge of his chair, she could see his manhood. He brushed aside the tails of his shirt and slid a translucent sheath over it.

When she stood in front of him, he pushed down her underwear. Now she was naked. “Step out of them,” he said. Put your legs on either side of my knees.” His hand went back to her crotch, more open to him than ever like this. “Step forwards,” he said. “Now sit like that.” She tried. He adjusted his manhood until it was parting her lower lips. “Go down a little more,” he said. She bent her knees until he seemed to be pressing into her. It wasn’t going in. “Fast is better,” he said. He moved his feet back. “Sit down harder.”

When she started to, he rose beneath her. There was a brief pain, and he was in her. She yelped. “Now,” he said, “hold on.” She clung to his neck while he shuffled the short distance to the bed. He leaned over, depositing her on the bed with her head on the far edge. Kneeling there above her, he pulled almost out of her before driving back. This time it hurt even less. He repeated that several times before groaning and lying heavily on her.

“Are you all right?” she finally asked. He rolled off her.

“I feel wonderful. And you?

“Sharon help me,” she heard. She raised her hips while he pulled the panties to her knees. His kiss on her stomach tickled; she dropped down on the bed. He removed the panties the rest of the way. Her excitement grew as he stroked her pussy. Then he was kissing her thighs, kissing right up to her pussy. The first lick on her pussy lips was exciting, his first lick on her clit was incredibly exciting. As her arousal mounted, he put a finger into her, then several, then he spread them. This was a little uncomfortable, but it was also thrilling. When his mouth left her pussy, he moved up the bed over her.

“Sharon.” He parted her labia and fitted himself to her entrance. “Look me in the eyes.” While she did, he pressed forward and inward. He felt her part before his tip, slide around his head, slowly encase all of his shaft until he was buried full within her. Meanwhile, he watched her face. In turns it was happy, dubious, and then satisfied. “I’m in you. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Why shouldn’t she be okay? This is what she had wanted. And she had felt him sliding inside her, stretching her almost to the point of discomfort and then less. She’d felt him going deeper, into a part of her that had never been filled. And now it was. “Full,” She said grinning.

That smile convinced him. He shifted in the bed so that his weight was on his elbows and he had a breast in each hand. he watched her face as he moved most of the way out and back in again. The sensations were exquisite, and her face showed no pain. He repeated the motions, his lust growing higher and driving him faster.

She felt Don stroking within her. The knowledge that this was it excited her. Somehow, the physical motion added to her excitement. The string from her breasts in his hands to her pussy holding his stroking penis grew tighter and tighter, hotter and hotter.

He could see Shannon’s grin disappear into a frown. Her body under him tensed. He slowed his strokes to watch her grimace. Then he felt the spasm around him. He drove in and out of her vaginal clutchings until he lost it entirely. He drove in once more and pumped his love into her still clutching vagina.

As her concentration turned inward, she forgot the face above her. She could still feel, however the motion within her. As it slowed, the string grew tighter, impossibly tight, agonizingly tight. Then it broke. She felt her whole body contract and relax, contract and relax. But she was aware that she was contracting around Don, contracting around him still moving within her. And, then, he was still except for a pulsing she felt within her last spasms. He held himself above her and within her for one more second; then he fell, turning them both onto their sides.

With his last strength, he let his left arm collapse first. That brought them to their sides facing each other. It also brought him out. She was panting and covered with perspiration. Her hair was sticking all over her face. She was beautiful.

“No,” she said. “That was silly.” She opened her legs wide again. He stroked down, over her lips. Then he was grasping her in his hand.

“Oh, Alex,” he said. “Alexandra.” He made her sound special. Then his finger parted her there and he began stroking.

Lying beside him in the bed with his skin warm against her entire length should have been as much sexier than the car as it was more comfortable. Instead, it seemed to take longer. But the balloon filled, swelled, rose. Then, not held by a bucket seat, she felt herself swaying in the breeze. The balloon rose and gyrated as it rose. As it swelled, she stiffened.

The balloon burst, and so did she.

Mike watched Alex’s face grimace in the dimness. She writhed in a way he had never seen before. Then she stiffened. When she went over with a moan, she thrashed. His own erection had been painfully stiff for what felt like forever.

As Alex subsided, he turned to the nightstand and rolled on the rubber. Then he knelt between her legs. He opened her and placed himself at the entrance to heaven.

“Alex, Alexandra my love, say yes.” She didn’t say anything, but she did nod.

He pushed forward a little, and the constriction around his head grew tighter and even more arousing. It didn’t seem to be going in. Then, Alex was a virgin despite her sometimes shocking frankness. She had said yes. He eased a little on the pressure without really moving out. He took a breath. Then he lunged forward. He went in, and the tightness around him nearly brought him off.

Ales felt the pressure. It was going to happen. Despite her consent, her desire, her eagerness to be closer to Mike, she tensed. The pressure eased a smidgeon. Then it became an assault, and it hurt.

“Ow! What the... ?”

“Let’s lie like this for a minute,” he said.

“That would have been a much better idea thirty seconds ago.”

“Darling, it was your first time. I had to break your maidenhead. I’m sorry, but the first time hurts a woman. Let’s wait a minute; the pain will get less.” They waited, while she tried to figure whether he’d actually broken anything. She knew about hymens, but if she’d had one Dt. Mendoza should have warned her. She didn’t feel torn; she felt bruised.

“Can I go on?” he asked.

“Sure.” And he moved in and out several times. She could tell that those motions would be arousing, but they were less arousing than his finger had been. He speeded up, looking excited. Then he thrust hard again and then lay heavily on her.

Mike couldn’t stand the tightness for more than a few strokes. He came a river and then collapsed onto his elbows and her softness.

“I’m sorry I had to hurt you,” he said. Didn’t girls learn about these things? Her damned aunt had lectured her on rubbers, for God’s sake.

“That’s all right.” The actual sex was supposed to be the ultimate. It sure hadn’t matched what he could do with his hand. Still -- right or wrong about her body, and she thought she knew more about it than he did -- he sounded concerned and not vicious. She’d been hurt worse stubbing her toe, and she could train him to treat her better. She’d trained him to suck gently most times.

“I’m not sure,” I had told him. “I’m scared...” Scared of what might happen, scared that it might hurt, scared that my parents would be able to tell, scared that he’d tell his friends. I was scared of crossing a line I couldn’t cross back.

“Don’t be,” he’d said, “I have something.” He’d climbed between my legs. “Here feel.” I had felt, felt the slippery rubber, felt the size of what he wanted to put in me.

“I don’t,” I’d started.

“Yes, you do. I love you Shar, I want us to be one. Now put it in.” I still hesitated as he pushed forward. “Put it in, Shar!” I guided it to my opening. He pushed forward until the tip was lodged within me. “Oh Shar. Oh, I do love you.”

He’d pushed a little further; I’d felt stretched, not quite stretched enough to hurt. “Oh, Shar. You are so tight.”

Then he’d shoved himself halfway in. It had hurt. What I had minded most was that he hadn’t cared whether it would hurt. Then all that resentment had changed. “Are you okay?” he’d asked.

“Could you stop there?”

“As long as you want. Well, if you want me to stop too long, I’ll come out instead. May I move enough to kiss you?”

I’d looked up at him. He doesn’t ask permission to kiss, had not done so even the first time. He had taken my look for permission, kissing gently all over my face -- mostly the top part, he’d been a little too high on me to reach my mouth. He had begun to slip deeper in me.

“Oh Sharl,” he said. “Did that hurt?”

“No. I’m fine.”

“I didn’t mean to go further. Here.” He’d moved his body back a little. From there he’d been able to bend enough to reach my mouth. He’d pecked at my lips and licked them before searching for my tongue. “Can I come in now?” he’d asked when that kiss was over. At my nod, he had eased forward very slowly. Finally, our groins had been pressed together.

“Does it still hurt?”

Truth to tell, it barely had. “Just move slowly.” I hadn’t wanted that pain again.

“I’ll move in a minute. Now I want you to get used to me. And I want to get used to you, too. You’re a lovely girl, with lovely face and breasts and body. But your pussy is lovely around me too, the tightest hug that you could imagine. Oh, Shar, I love you. I love your face and body and breasts and pussy. I love all of you, dear Charlene. As slow as I can bear.”

Then he had pulled back very slowly until he was almost out and had pushed in more slowly yet, if anything. I’d lost most of my excitement when the pain had hit, but the idea had still been exciting. We had been doing it at last; I had been doing it and had crossed the line into being a woman. The motion had become exciting as well, especially after he had sped up. I had started to anticipate more excitement from his motion when it stopped. He’d shoved deep into me and grunted a few times. Then he had sprawled on top.

He had moved off in response to my shove -- off and a foot or so away. I’d lain there with my eyes running. To this day I don’t know whether it was because of what I had done, or because he was lying so far away while I was naked and alone under the sky, or because of the barely-remembered pain. I had known that I wasn’t what I had been, and I was alone.

He kissed down to her firm teats. His lips nibbled over one, and then he got to her nipple. He licked, nibbled again, and sucked. She lifted her rump off the ground at that. Her hands came up, petted his shoulders, and settled on the back of his head where the pressed him into her teat.

He stroked over her belly, and it trembled under his hand. He played with the thin patch of hair which shielded her womanliness. He stroked downward, and she closed her legs.

“You still certain?” Warren asked.

“Yes. It still seems strange.”

“It is strange, and it gets stranger.”

“Well, it’s felt fine up to now,” she said. He could feel her shiver as she spread her legs.

The lass trembled even more when he stroked over her lips down there. He switched to the other teat and sucked that nipple. He parted her lips and felt the first juiciness. She was right. She had a virgin barrier.

“Oh,” she said as his finger tested it.

He nibbled more on this breast and began to stroke her. Soon, she was panting and wriggling. Her juices were flowing freely, and he thought she was ready. He got between her spread legs.

“Bend your knees more and spread them so the sides are as close to the ground as you can get.” While she did this, he got into position. He spread her lips again, and he placed his cock between them.

“Oh,” she said, “you feel so big down there.”

“Relax.” She didn’t seem to. He brought one hand up to hold a teat. He pinched the nipple.

“Oh,” she said. She bobbed upward just as he drove down. “Oww!” He was buried deep in her sweet warmth, and her skittering under him felt wonderful on his cock.

“You said you knew it hurt the first time.”

“I didn’t know it hurt that much, and why did you pinch my nipple?”

“To take your mind off the other pain. You’ve had the pain. Don’t you want the rest of the experience?”

“Might as well.”

He drew back almost all the way and pressed forward again. She might have been broken, but she was still tight. The sleek sides of her sheath drove him wild.

He moved faster and faster and drove harder and harder into her. She gasped and shifted. He couldn’t tell whether she was trying to cooperate or trying to escape. It didn’t matter.

The spark hit the powder, and he exploded. He drove harder than ever into her and shot. And shot and shot.

When he rolled off her, there was blood on his cock and no strength in his legs.

“You left a lot of goo in me,” Katherine said.

“I’m going back in the stream when I’m ready. Come in and rinse it off.”

When he dropped to his side, she relaxed a little. The kiss was familiar, and the strokes toward her center were delightful. Only the expectation of his pounce distracted her from the flow of pleasure, then of tension. When the tension came, however, it brought with it a feeling of love for devoted Brian. He brought her so much pleasure and took such effort to bring it, that he must care for her. Just when she was thinking that, he said it. Buoyed by a rare agreement of thought and sensation, she entered paradise -- held in his hands, and quite alone.

He felt her tense under his hand and lips; then he felt her shudder and finally collapse. “Oh, my darling,” he said. And she was his darling, and she was his, and she would really be his. That thought sent him to the drawer. He shoved down his shorts with the condom in his hand, then fumbled open the foil and tried to figure which side went on him. That solved, feeling the peculiar tightness of the rubber on his throbbing member, he tried to climb between April’s legs. There was barely room for one knee.

April went from ecstasy to lassitude to loneliness in seconds. She wanted Brian to hold her. Then she almost panicked. He towered over her, too far away to be comforting, near enough to be threatening. She had seen his cock peeking discreetly up from his lap, held it and stroked it, felt it stiffen and pulse and soften. Now, however, Brian was kneeling erect above her thighs. His cock was projecting above her. It looked much larger than she remembered, shiny white, and very threatening.