10 comments/ 26130 views/ 7 favorites The Only One By: delicate_yielding ----------------------------------------------- Warning: Just to let the more squeamish readers know, this story contains themes of domination, nonconsent, and reluctance, as well as a lot of pain. ----------------------------------------------- This is not the end of our story, and it's definitely not the beginning. This is just one delicious fruit from our lovely relationship. I hope when she reads this she understands how much I love her. ------------------------------------------------ Leaning against the futon, I sighed with boredom and turned off the television. Janet was lying across the couch, her head in my lap as she read a magazine. I idly played with her hair for a little before standing up, frustrated. "Jan?" "Yes, sweetheart?" Janet answered distractedly. "I'm so bored! Can we..." I paused and switched to my timid, submissive voice. "Can we play tonight?" A smile creased her face as she turned away from her magazine to stare me in the eyes. Already slipping into my role, I bit my lip and let my gaze drop to my feet. She was silent for a moment. "Of course we can, let's go get dressed!" she exclaimed with enthusiasm. As she turned, heading to the bedroom, I grabbed her arm. "Um, hold on." She looked at me curiously. "This is going to sound weird, I think. Um, can I...can you be...um." "Yes, Charlotte?" Janet waited with her typical patience. "Can you be mean tonight? I want you to hurt me. I want to scream and struggle and beg you to stop...and I want you to force it on me anyways," I said, the words pouring out in a rush. The words echoed in my head, and as I considered them, the heat of embarrassment rose to my cheeks. I continued examining my toes, shifting my weight shyly from one foot to the other. Hearing her step closer, I felt her hands on my head, tilting it so that I was forced to look at her. Her face was tremendously excited, and her eyes burned with lust. "You are so hot! How can you look so innocent and still say things like that?" She pecked me affectionately on the lips, then dragged me by the hand to the bedroom. "Come on, let's get started!" ------------------- She looked magnificent, her beautiful curves straining against her tight leather corset and skirt. Her heels made her tower above me, even more than usual, and her stockings accentuated her long legs. The entire ensemble was black, matching her black hair and deep brown eyes. Her imposing presence stirred my submissive side, which urged me to fall to my knees. To contrast with her outfit, I wore simple cotton panties and a white cotton nightgown. I was ready to push my limits tonight, so I tried very hard to focus on the short scenario we had planned. The most difficult part was to repress my desire for her. I shook with the effort of it but gave Janet the thumbs-up which signaled that I was ready to start. She nodded and stalked towards me. "What are you doing in my room, Janet? And w-why are you dressed like that?" I asked, backpedalling away. "Do you like it, Charlotte? Does it make you hot? I'm wearing it just for you," she answered, her voice heavy with lust. "I, um...I don't like girls like that. Um, in that way," I said unconvincingly. She had closed the distance, and she stared down into my eyes, our faces inches apart. I held her stare at first but eventually I had to look away. I unconsciously leaned in to kiss her. Try harder! I berated myself. You're supposed to be reluctant! She was drawing closer, her mouth dangerously close to mine. I brought my hands up to push her away, but she grasped my wrists, pulling my arms out of the way. It was too easy for her. I couldn't find any appropriate words for my role. All I could think of to say was, "Please take me, Mistress" or "Let me please you, Mistress." Fight back! I thought, Just react! I turned my head from her inviting, parted lips, writhing in her grip. She must have been startled at how strongly I was resisting, because I almost broke free. Quickly recovering, she regained her hold on me, tackling me to the bed. She pinned me down, flat on my back, with her body. Her fingers tightened around my wrists painfully. She was actually using her full strength to restrain me, not holding back at all, and I got a surprising thrill out of her physical dominance. "Get off me, you pervert! What are you doing! Get off!" I improvised, the words tumbling out naturally now. I tried to kick at her, but I didn't have a good angle for it. Still bucking, I continued to yell and holler as she kissed me roughly on the neck. No, kiss is too soft a word. She attacked my neck, nipping and biting, raising bruises as she assaulted the tender flesh. I strove to hold onto the bittersweet unpleasantness of being forced, but the quickly growing pleasure from her attentions swept it away. Janet must have sensed this because she suddenly stopped, rising and flipping me onto my stomach. She pinioned my arms behind me and began tying my wrists together with a soft rope. My wrists were firmly bound together, but she kept going, looping it up my forearms and past my elbows until she reached my shoulders. I tested the ropes, feeling the moistness in my panties as I relished how tightly I was bound. No, no, I scolded myself again, you don't like this! Arching my back and rocking on my stomach, I tried to shake her off, but she was sitting securely on top of me. I kept up the struggle anyway, the very real futility of it helping me maintain my fantasy. "You...you can't do this to me!" I whimpered, the words coming almost unbidden. She answered with a wicked laugh. "I've just started, you little cunt," she said ominously. "You're a dirty slut, and I'm going to make you scream tonight." A delicious, frightful shudder rolled through my body at her verbal abuse. I strained at my bonds and flailed my legs. "Let me go!" I felt a sharp sting that shocked me into stillness. It took me a few seconds to figure out that she had whipped the arch of my foot with a riding crop. "Stay still, cunt!" she demanded, striking me again. "No! Let me go you fucking crazy bitch!" I screeched, the agonizing pain exciting genuine fear and anger. She said nothing and rotated to face my legs, binding the ankles and calves together, ending the ties above my knees. Immobilized, I flopped around as she moved to a new position. Eventually I ended up on my stomach across her lap, savoring her warm thighs on my skin. I was so easily distracted! I chewed myself out: What are you doing? She's hurting you. You don't want any part of her touching you! I flexed my limbs, and the ropes didn't budge an inch. I wallowed in the sense of helplessness, feeding it all my attention, willing it to consume me. The crop slashed at my feet, interrupting my thoughts. I howled, trying to wriggle away from her, but she easily held me there, whipping my sensitive soles again and again. I didn't need to think very hard anymore to play my role. "Please stop! It hurts! It's too much! It's too-" The rest of my complaints degenerated into strangled gasps. She repeatedly hit the tortured skin, bringing tears to my eyes. "I'll stop when you've learned your lesson, you disobedient slut," she said, flogging my feet faster. My breaths grew rapid and shallow, and I felt my heart racing. I could only focus on one thought: I can't get away. I can't get away. I can't get away. The rest of my mind was a confused jumble, and I barely noticed when she finally stopped. The cool air whisked over my bare ass as her hand lifted the hem of my nightgown. She massaged my cheeks, squeezing the ample flesh as she pulled on my panties, wedging the cotton between my pussy lips. A moan of pleasure escaped my mouth before I could stop myself. "What was that, you horny cunt? Do I need to punish you again so soon?" Her voice was harsh with anger. "No! Please, no more," I pleaded. My feet were almost numb with the pain. "I can't...I can't take any more. Please don't hurt me." "Let's hear you beg. If I like what I hear, I'll consider it," she offered. "I'm begging you, Jan-ah!" A whip of the crop cut me off. "Mistress," she corrected. "M-Mistress..." I stumbled over the usually familiar word. "I'm begging you to stop. Please, I can't stand the pain..." What did she want to hear? "I'm sorry for moaning, I'll be quiet now if you just...if you just let me go." "Say you're a horny slut and apologize for being so disobedient," she demanded. Getting carried away, I almost said the demeaning words. But then I stopped, concentrating on how she had treated me and how much it hurt, making myself more and more indignant. "Why should I say that!? You tied me up and abused me. I didn't ask for this. Let me go!" She muffled the rest of my diatribe by pushing my face into the sheets. "That, my poor slut, is the wrong answer." Her hand circled my ass once, digging into the flesh, then left it. I heard a scritching sound and felt duct tape wrapping around my fingers. I wiggled them in panic, but it was no use of course. It didn't matter how much I concentrated on my finger muscles. They couldn't even twitch an inch. Only now that they were bound could I appreciate how much those small movements helped before. But she had taken even that little bit of freedom away. The overwhelming helplessness came back, stronger than ever. Abruptly, she spanked me on the left cheek, hard. I yelped in surprise. "Please! Ja-Mistress! Have some mercy-" She forced my face into the sheets again, almost absent-mindedly. I could still breathe easily, but it was hard to make myself heard. She continued her assault, alternating back and forth. They were full-armed smacks, stinging the skin and bruising deep into my muscles. The pain quickly escalated, and I was suddenly aware that I was crying at the top of my lungs. "God, it hurts! Oh...fuck! Please stop! Ah!" My mouth tasted salty with the tears that were rolling down my cheeks as I wept and sobbed. I struggled and writhed in my bonds, but with her hand holding my head down, I found that I could only really move my hips. An overpowering feeling of vulnerability swamped me, drowning me in its depths. The skin of my rear burned and my glutes ached as she continued the spanking, but the sensations seemed distant. The pain was growing unbearable, but I felt something different stirring in me as well. It was a twisted delight at being hurt so badly. My mind raced in circles: There's no way out. I can't stop it. There's no way out... The conflicting sensations collided, shattering my thoughts into a cluttered mess. I lost all track of time as her torment went on. Her voice brought me back to the present. "You've been such a bad slut, but I hope you'll remember this lesson. I'm going to make you come now. Don't get excited - you're not going to like it. I'll make sure you're so sore that every spasm hurts," she said with malicious pleasure. Her vicious promise excited me into an uncontrollable, scared shudder. My quivering, restrained by the ropes, reminded me just how securely I was restrained. Another tremor rolled through me at the thought, this time a mix of arousal and fear. Stuffing some pillows under my stomach, she propped my hips into the air so that my ass was sticking out. Cutting my panties apart with a pair of scissors, she peeled them off. She rubbed the wet material all over my face, and I sputtered in protest. Slapping my cheek, she stuffed the crotch in my mouth and tied it in place. The panties in my mouth didn't really stop me from talking, but I couldn't escape the humiliating taste of my pussy. Fresh tears from her slap and my degradation mingled with the juices on my face. I trembled in shame as she dragged her tongue up my cheek, lapping up the mixture. "Delicious. You're so beautiful when you cry," she complimented with a wicked grin. Moving behind me, she adjusted my thighs to expose my pussy lips. They swelled as the wind from her small movements tickled them. She tied my upper legs in position, keeping my lips bared. Her fingers rubbed my labia gently, and I moaned in surprise. She fondled my breast over my nightgown, playing lightly with my nipple. Every caress felt incredible after being subjected to so much pain. I sighed in relief. I should have known better. Simultaneously, her fingers pinched and pulled my nipple while her other hand slapped my cunt. I exhaled in shock. She alternately mauled my breast and tortured the nipple, leaving me little chance to catch my breath. Her palm hit my pussy lips hard. There were ten distinct smacks before I lost count in the agony. She switched hands so that she could abuse my other breast. The released nipple, numb from her pinches, started hurting as the feeling returned to it. Her hands swapped places again and again, and all I could think about were my aching chest and tender pussy. I started to breathe more easily when the onslaught stopped. Her fingers spread my labia, revealing the so far untouched part of my pussy. My whole body convulsed at the sharp sting of the crop on my clit . Trying to scream, I spit out my gag, but discovered that I had lost my voice. A strangled sob was all that I could manage. After three hits, I felt dizzy and couldn't see straight. I don't want this! Please stop! I cried mentally, the words reverberating in my head. My tears were flowing freely with frustration at my impotent silence. It hurts too much! I don't want this! The pain was worse than everything that had come before. It didn't drown out the other residual sensations; instead it exacerbated them. The muscles in my ass throbbed with bruises, the skin still burning. My feet twitched and curled, feeling raw with the whipping. The flesh of my breasts tingled from her squeezing, and my nipples could barely stand the fabric of my nightgown on them. On top of all these sensations were the shrieking nerves of my pussy lips and the excruciating pain in my clit. Another lash of the crop drove me to desperation. I suddenly found my voice and cried out. "Giraffe! Giraffe! Giraffe!" The whipping stopped. I had never used my safe word before, and I was elated I could even remember it. I lay there for a moment, regaining my breath, ready to be freed. The crop whooshed as it struck me again on the clit, with even more force than before. My eyes widened with shock. I had said my safe word! It was unmistakable - she should have stopped! As if mocking my denial, the crop hit my clitoris again mercilessly. Panic welled up inside me, quickly replaced by horror. Then, worst of all, the sense of abandonment. Janet didn't care about me; she just wanted a toy to abuse and hurt for her own enjoyment. My stomach twisted in a tight knot at the thought. A whirl of emotions tore through me, but the physical and psychological pain drove almost all of them out. Only one survived: the masochistic thrill of being abused in my helpless state. Exhausted and weak, I surrendered to it, focusing on the complaints of my tortured body and the tightness of ropes imprisoning me. The perverse desire grew exponentially stronger as I dwelled on it, overwhelming me in a flash. My climax hit me roughly, aggravating the my sore nipples and pussy and ass. I rocked and shuddered against my restraints, pulsing with the aftershocks. Through it all, an exquisite bliss filled my mind, the pleasure deeper and more intense than any orgasm I've ever had. As my senses blurred, the depraved satisfaction lingered until I lapsed into unconsciousness. ------------------------------------------------ I woke naked under the sheets, my head lying on Janet's lap. Stirring myself, I tried to get up, but my aching body refused. She looked down, a concerned expression on her face. "Oh you finally woke up! I've been out of my mind all morning worrying about you!" The anxiety in her face stretched and twisted into sadness. "I'm...I'm so sorry! I thought that ignoring your safe word would really get you off - or at least, that's what I kept telling myself. Honestly, I just..." Her voice dropped to a quiet murmur. "I enjoyed hurting you. I enjoyed imagining how you must feel, trapped and helpless, totally in my control." She sighed heavily. "Please don't hate me. I'm so sorry." A million phrases rushed through my head. A small part of me did want to yell and rant at her. But the far greater part wanted to comfort her, thank her, love her. I couldn't decide what to say, so I just babbled. "You're the only one-" I choked as a sob rose unexpectedly in my throat. "I wouldn't trust anyone else...I love you." She looked on the verge of tears. "Oh Charlotte! Oh, you know I love you too." Bending over, she kissed me on top of my head, holding me to her chest. She clasped my hand tightly and reassuringly. I snuggled into her embrace, sniffling a little, feeling safe and secure. ---------------------------------------------- Author's note: Please let me know if you loved it, hated it, what I can improve, what I did well (if anything hehe), or any other general comments. Thanks! ---------------------------------------------- The Only One I've Ever Lusted For ***Yes, it is safe to assume that those involved in sexual acts are at least 18. Also, this story is completely true. This is an account of the events of and leading up to my first time. There is very little actual dialogue because it seems like so much has happened since then that I barely remember much of what was said. What dialogue there is has been altered very, very little. I have also not used names because it's just so much easier to not use a name rather than trying to find one that suits the guy better than his actual name. I have not exaggerated anything in this piece so when you get to my measurements of the guy's piece, don't roll your eyes; it's all true. Even I'm still amazed that he's so big. The last time I saw it was the first time in two years I'd seen it and it was all I could do to keep from saying, "Holy crap! I forgot how huge it is!" Yes, the time gap of my not seeing it means that we didn't last. We've been broken up for a while now and though I'm still madly in love with him, he's moved on and I'm stuck still being unable to lust for anyone other than him, though that hasn't stopped me from doing stuff with the men I've managed to be with (all of whom were asses and none could even come close to my ex in size and definitely none were able to make me cum so much I'd go dry like my ex did). It's sad but it happens. This story isn't terribly graphic seeing as really not a lot happened when we did get into things, but I tried to make those parts as entertaining as I possibly could without adding anything to spice it up. Just enjoy how naïve I was cause I was very sorely innocent.*** ********************************** It'd taken me two months to get him to ask me to be his girlfriend. It all started on the day we were introduced over the internet by a mutual friend and I fell madly in love with him. For no reason whatsoever I'd become instantly attracted to him. All he'd said was, "Hi," and the wall I'd built around my heart and kept up for years was demolished. Apparently I'd interested him as well. We talked every day since the day we met and after a few weeks we told each other how we felt, but he refused to ask me out. He had trust issues thanks to problems in his childhood and didn't want to jump into anything. Regardless, we engaged in online sex and were constantly talking about how much we were into each other. Then there was the day where I thought I'd lost him. I thought I'd try and see if I could get him to see that he might as well ask me to be his girlfriend because we already acted like a couple. We talked all the time, we hung out whenever we could by going to the movies, hanging out at my grandmother's place in town and watching T.V., taking long walks and chatting. We just never kissed or held hands. It's not that neither of us wanted to, the sexual tension between us was so thick it could be cut with a knife. I just stood by my rule of not engaging in anything like that unless it was with a guy I was dating. It was also because I'd yet to have my first kiss and so was exceptionally nervous. This guy, for some reason, was the only man I'd ever met who instilled a sense of lust in me. I'd never wanted to kiss any other guy I'd been with. But this one day as I was trying to get him to see we were pretty much a couple already, he told me he just couldn't do that. He took dating seriously and since he'd only known me for little over a month, he still wasn't sure about me as a girlfriend. Then he told me he'd decided to ask out a girl at his school. When I read his text (as we were chatting online at the time) I felt my heart stop for a moment and it felt like this gaping hole opened up in the center of my chest. He knew I liked him and he'd told me he liked me and yet, here he was telling me he was going to go for this other girl. What was worse was that he'd told me of this girl before. She was one of the school sluts, sleeping with nearly everything that moved. I couldn't understand why he would think to ask her out. He'd said that she had liked him since freshman year but he'd been too hesitant to do anything about it. I tried to get him to not do it by reminding him what he'd told me of her, but he wouldn't listen. In the end I realized that it didn't matter if I could be his or not, as long as he was in my life. I thought I'd loved him before this, but with that thought I knew, without a doubt, that I was really in love with him. With a sigh I typed in that I hoped he got what he wanted and that I still wanted to be his friend. Though, if things didn't go the way he wanted I would be there for him. If she hurt him I'd find her and hurt her. He had a good laugh at that last bit. After our chat that night, I had a horrible time getting to bed. All I could think about was that the guy I loved was going to try and be with another girl. I cried myself to sleep that night. The next day I dreaded the time I would get on the net to talk to him, but I also couldn't wait. Talking to him was the highlight of my days. When the time came, my heart was in my throat and my hands shook as I signed into my messenger account. He messaged me as soon as I was on. We went through the normal pleasantries and greetings. I couldn't bring myself to ask him how it went with his classmate. As much as I did want to know, so I could stop wondering and start dealing, I also didn't want to know. Somehow, though, we got onto that topic and he told me it hadn't gone well. By the time he got to school that day, some other guy had asked her out and she'd accepted. I said I was sorry that it turned out like that. I knew how he felt. I'd be lying, though, if I said I wasn't celebrating inside. Feeling it would be wrong to mention anything about what we had between us, I just had him talk about it some more so he could get it all out and start feeling better. After that things continued more like they had before he'd mentioned the other girl, the only exception that he seemed more into me than before. Our phone conversations were longer (if that was possible since they'd already been at least six hours) and we got together more than before. I had taken to spending a lot of time at my grandmother's house since it was in the same town, which meant he could come over more often. Exactly two months after we met we were chatting online, yet again, and the conversation turned to our feelings. Once again I began trying to get him to see that we might as well be in a relationship. I know it sounds annoying but I can be very persistent when I want something and I just didn't see what was holding him back. Not to mention I wanted so badly to kiss him but without us dating, I couldn't do that. I was surprised when he finally said okay. But he didn't elaborate on that so I pushed him a little further, telling him I wanted him to really ask me. Now I was just messing with him, but also I wanted to be absolutely sure his okay meant we were dating. It took him a few minutes before he finally typed it out, asking me to be his girlfriend. When the message finally popped up on the screen I bit back a squeal and excitedly type, "Yes!" That Friday I'd gone into town to spend the weekend at my grandma's. Early that evening, he came over and we sat on the couch cuddling, watching television and chatting. Eventually I went to the bathroom, passing by my grandma's room along the way. On my way back out my grandmother got my attention and asked, "Don't you think it's time for him to go home?" I looked at the clock and it was 1:30 in the morning. I sighed and said okay and made my way back into the living room. In the doorway to the living room I stopped and looked at him sitting on the couch. He looked up from the T.V. and noted the sad expression on my face and asked what was wrong. Before I could stop myself I was across the living room in a flash and throwing my arms around his neck. "I don't want you to go yet," I pouted into his shoulder. "What?" he asked as he hugged me tightly to him. "It's late and apparently my grandma's been waiting up until you leave. She wants you to go now. I don't want you to, though." He grew quiet and I could feel his body stiffen beneath me. I felt his head pull back and I had the feeling that maybe he was taking his chance to kiss me. So I pulled back a bit myself and looked at him questioningly. We stared at each other for a moment and then he bent his head in and gave me a quick, nervous peck on the lips. I melted at how sweet it was. To me, it was the perfect first kiss. We looked at each other again and I smiled at him and he chuckled nervously. "Sorry, that was kind of lame," he said. Laughing I replied, "It wasn't lame, it was sweet. I liked it. But..." I bit my lip and chuckled quietly then looked back at him. "I think we could try that again, though." He smiled at me then and we each came together and kissed softly. Within seconds the gentle kiss turned heated and we were grabbing at each other pulling the other closer, never getting enough contact. Several minutes went by before we came up for air and started laughing quietly. I looked at the clock and saw that it was near two in the morning. I knew my grandma was getting impatient so I stood up, grabbing his hand, and made my way into the foyer where I shut us inside. We stood there, him looking down at me, I up at him then we threw our arms around each other again and began another make-out session in the foyer. We kissed once, twice, three times. I felt the tip of his tongue at my lips on the third kiss and so figured what the hell and on the fourth kiss opened my mouth for my first french kiss. Our hands were everywhere then, our breath coming short and fast. My knees were beginning to give way so I pulled back. Panting, I looked around and saw the sewing machine table sitting against the wall. With a mischievous smile I tugged his shirt to pull him along with me as I backed against the table and then hopped up on it. I pulled him between my knees and threaded my arms around his neck then hooked my legs behind his back and pulled him into me. His lips came down on mine, my fingers moving up into his hair pulling his mouth harder to me. This time as we kissed my chest was crushed against his and our hips ground into each other, soft moans escaping from both of us. Slowly his hand snaked from my waist to my back and slipped up under the hem of my shirt. My skin burned where his fingers touched and sent chills rippling up and down my body. I began to feel a tingling heat between my legs and a dampness I'd never felt before. His hand came around front, trailing along my skin, and sliding up to my breast. Slipping one hand beneath my bra he cupped one breast in his large hand and began kneading it and running a thumb over my nipple, eliciting a groan from my throat. I pushed my crotch harder against his and pulled him to me more with my legs. Eventually his hand left my breast and found the top of my pants. He hesitated for a moment before dipping his fingers below the waistband and just left his hand cupping my sex. We continued our heated kissing until I felt his fingers begin to move and I had to stop him. Unfortunately it was my time of the month and I didn't want him to find the tampon or find out that I was on my period. I sat there panting hard, the tingling between my legs had become a throbbing pain and as much as I wanted him to continue, I knew we couldn't go further that night. Reluctantly I told him he should go and we kissed one last time and hugged, then I watched him walk out the door. After our first kiss we took every chance to get a few minutes alone and were groping at each other frantically, our mouths never leaving each other. Many weekend nights were spent in my grandmother's foyer, me sitting on the sewing table and him standing between my legs. Each time there was one reason or another that I couldn't let him go further than just putting his hand on my mound. I wanted to feel his fingers inside me so badly but just couldn't. And each time I had to watch him walk away, both of us unsatisfied. It wasn't until one day when we were going to the movies that anything happened. We got out of the car and began making our way towards the theater, hand in hand, when a car drove by and stopped abruptly a few yards in front of us. The passenger door opened and out stepped my ex, the one who hadn't wanted to be seen in public with me. Though I couldn't stand him for that, it wasn't a big deal seeing as I saw him more like a brother than a romantic interest. We'd remained good friends. I hadn't seen him in years because his mother had passed away and he moved a hundred miles away to live with his cousins and grandparents. When I saw him and heard him yell out my name I smiled, letting go of my boyfriend's hand, and ran to my friend, throwing my around his neck in a quick hug then stepping back. By the time we'd exclaimed over seeing each other there, my boyfriend had made his way to us. I noticed the small scowl on his face but chose to ignore it for the time being. I knew he hated the guy thanks to a mutual friend whose girlfriend had dated him and said he'd cheated on her. I introduced them and chatted for a few more seconds before saying we had to go or we'd miss the beginning of our movie. As my friend left and me and my guy walked into the theater I couldn't help but feel the tension coming from him. I asked him if he was all right and received an "I'm fine" in return. I knew he was lying but I wasn't about to let him ruin my mood. We got into our movie, watched it, left the theater and headed back to my grandma's house. It was beginning to bug me that he just couldn't let whatever was bothering him go. So, since my grandma was busy watching television in the living room I took him into one of the bedrooms and sat with him on the bed, making sure to leave the door open as was the rule in my family. It took some coaxing, but eventually I got him to tell me exactly what was going on with him. Apparently he was jealous. "Imagine walking into the theater with your girlfriend and suddenly she's gone and is now hugging on some strange guy. How would you feel?" he told me. I laughed. For anyone to be jealous of my ex was definitely a laughable matter to me. My ex was like a little boy. In no way could I see anything remotely sexual about him and, in fact, it made me gag to even try. I couldn't see any man in a sexual way except for my new boyfriend. I don't know why, but that's just how it was. No other man had ever sparked my interest like that. But, to my boyfriend this was a serious matter. He detested my ex thanks to the lies (at least, they were lies to me) that our friend's girlfriend said about my ex. My ex, cheating on someone? It was impossible. The guy was a pansy! He didn't have the balls to do that, but whatever I thought about him didn't matter because at the moment my boyfriend was in a jealous fit and I had to fix it. I assured him that he had nothing to be jealous about, that my ex and I were just good friends and I didn't see him in any way but. It didn't do much to calm him so I leaned in and began kissing him. For a few seconds he resisted but it wasn't long before he gave in and we were lying on the bed in each other's arms, our lips locked together. Eventually, one of his hands made its way into my pants. We paused in our kissing to look at each other, his eyes questioning if it was all right to go further. I nodded emphatically and as his fingers began to move we started kissing again. He gently slipped one finger between the folds of my sex and moved his hand down a little more, just grazing my clit, causing me to gasp. I'd never felt that before. I'd tried the whole masturbating thing but it just wasn't fun and it never brought me to climax. Not to mention that it was sad to say I'd never been told about manipulating my clit. So as he toyed with it for a minute or two, I squirmed beneath him, barely able to keep my mouth to his so my moans were muffled. Soon he dipped his finger into my pussy and began to finger fuck me. It was pure magic! Never had my own fingers felt like this. Just one of his felt like more than two of mine. He had such lovely, thick fingers. Within moments he slipped a second finger in and I clutched his arms, my eyes flying open as I barely stifled a moan against his mouth. Slowly, almost painfully so, he slid his fingers in and out. When they were in he pushed and dragged on the walls of my pussy, making my hips buck in response. At one point as his fingers were inside me he did something that I can only describe as being like when someone snaps their fingers. It caused me to jump at the sudden sensation and I pulled my head back and we chuckled together. The chuckle wasn't long-lived as he began moving his fingers again and my eyes closed and I melted into the bed. He lay there looking down at me, watching my every expression, taking in the joy he was giving me. Then we heard movement in the living room and his hand came out faster than the blink of an eye. As he'd pulled his hand out I'd sat up and when my grandma passed by the room, all she saw was us sitting innocently on the bed, each of us having one foot on the floor, as was also the rule. When she passed out of sight, we looked at each other and started laughing quietly. We didn't continue the act that day. Once that little barrier had been broken, the foyer make-out sessions had picked up. No longer did I find excuses to keep him from fingering me and I was left writhing in pleasure on top of the sewing table as his fingers worked their magic on me and his tongue invaded my mouth. But it never went further than that in that foyer and I felt awful after he told me that he was beginning to crack. Night after night he had to leave the foyer and walk back to his friend's house where he stayed the weekends, unable to do anything about his own problem. By the time he would reach his friend's he'd be in too much pain to try and fix it. Instead he would just lay there, waiting for the pain to subside. I wanted to help him, but I was too nervous to try putting my hand down his pants and even if we'd had the privacy for me to give him head, I had strong feelings against putting his dick in my mouth. That summer, just after school let out, my mom and her boyfriend decided it would be fun to go on a camping trip to the national park which was just a few hours drive away. I asked if I could invite my boyfriend and she said it was fine, but he'd have to bring his own tent and sleeping bag. When the day came to leave, we drove through town and picked up my guy, stuffing him next to me in the back seat where my sister (who was visiting from college) and I were. The trip was fairly uneventful, the only interesting thing happening was a hiccup that surprised me and so came out in a gasp which overall sounded like a really loud moan. What made that interesting (seeing as it was fairly normal for that to happen for me) was the shocked look on my boyfriend's face. When we were alone after the car ride we laughed about it as I explained what happened to him and why my mom and sister didn't bother looking up from what they were doing. The campsite was small so all three tents were within a foot of each other, my boyfriend's tent being between mine and my mother's. I wished he'd been able to put it where my tent was but my mother made it clear where it was to go. The evening passed without anything in particular happening and soon we were all in our tents, trying to sleep. But I couldn't sleep knowing he was in the tent next to me. I also felt bad that he was sleeping in such a thin sleeping bag on the hard ground and it was incredibly chilly out. The rest of us had an air mattress and thick, below zero sleeping bags. The Only One I've Ever Lusted For When I could finally stand it no longer, I snuck from my tent and went to his. He came out and we decided to go for a walk, knowing our talking would wake up my mom. On our walk, it began to get colder and I started shivering. He stopped me and took off his hoodie and handed it to me. With a wide smile I pulled it over my head then linked my arm through his and rested my head on his shoulder. We started off down the trail again, glad for the summer sun that stayed out well past midnight. As we came around a bend in the trail we found a little outdoor theater. It was just several benches sat in a curved way in front of an empty space. We were a fair way from all the other campers in the area and it was late so we sat down on the first bench and immediately began making out. Like always during out little sessions, his hand found its way into my pants. But we noticed that the way I was sitting didn't make for easy access. So I turned around, facing the trail we'd just stepped from, and leaned back against him. I undid my pants and his hand snaked into my panties and began playing with my clit. I stifled the moans that tried to escape, not wanting to have them echo through the woods. Just as we were beginning to really get into it, we heard footsteps approaching and so I sat up and pulled the bottom of the hoodie over the top of my jeans, covering the undone button and zipper. Seconds later a man came trotting past with his dog. He looked at us and gave us a smile that, to me, felt like it might be a knowing one. When he was out of sight we laughed and I leaned back to enjoy my man's fingers some more. It wasn't long before I could hear his ragged breathing, feeling the heat of it on my ear and neck. Behind me I felt his cock, fully hard, pressing against me. I wiggled a little bit, rubbing against him and was rewarded with a low moan from him. Reaching my hand back I found his dick through his pants and began kneading it, hearing a sharp intake of breath as I did so. Both of us were panting and moaning and I wanted so badly to go further. As if he read my mind he whispered into my ear that he had condoms in his back pack. We quickly jumped up, I fixed my pants, and made our way back to the campsite. But as he was in his tent digging around in his bag for the condoms I began to get nervous. I knew we couldn't do anything in the tent or else my mom or sister would hear. We'd have to find a spot outside somewhere. Most likely the only decent spot was the little theater, but it was so open to the trail and we'd passed a few late night walkers on our way back. He came out of his tent with a smile and I told him about my worries. The smile left his face but he took my hand and gave it a squeeze, assuring me that if we found a place, great, if I was too nervous, we could continue this some other time. I was grateful for his patience with me as we took off slowly down the trail once more. At the benches we sat down and began making out again but could never go any further because so many people kept passing by. Eventually we became frustrated and decided we'd just have to find another time for our first time. With annoyed sighs, we got up and headed back to our tents, kissing one last time before we parted. The next day we packed up our stuff and headed out to meet the tour bus that would take us through the park in hopes of seeing some wild animals. Both of us were exhausted. I from such a late night and he from barely getting any sleep thanks to the cold. We managed to stay up long enough to see a number of ground squirrel and a mama grizzly and her three cubs. After that, though, we just couldn't keep our eyes open any longer and so fell asleep on each other for the rest of the trip. The ride home was a quiet one, but at least both of us were wide awake. My mom and my sister had passed out at some point, giving my guy and me just a little bit of privacy. We were all fairly chilled so the back seat was covered in blankets, which was perfect for me seeing as I'd decided to have some fun and so had my hand in my boyfriend's pants. He was nervous we would be caught so he never was able to become fully hard, but that didn't stop me from playing with him. By the end of the ride, he was happy to have finally gotten at least a little pleasure. While I was happy to use my hand on him, I still had problems with the thought of putting my mouth there. I also had problems with him putting his mouth down there on me. I didn't think he would be very happy with it considering it didn't smell like roses. He kept telling me he didn't care, that he knew it would smell just fine, but I still kept him at bay during our making out. It wasn't until we were at a youth lock-in at my youth pastor's house that I finally got over my qualms about giving him head. Everyone else was downstairs while me and him, along with our friend and his girlfriend we in the attic playroom. We sat on the couch, watching a movie but soon none of us were interested in the video. Our friend took his girlfriend to an area behind the couch and me and my boyfriend made our way to a little closet. Inside he found a nice seat on a box and I was on my knees in front of him as we kissed. His hand went down my pants and I undid his jeans and pulled out his dick. It was the first time I'd actually seen it and was fairly surprised at the length of it, not to mention it looked fairly wide. He let me explore it a bit, wrapping my fingers around it, my middle finger and thumb millimeters apart, tracing up and down the shaft, toying with the head, fingering his balls. I came to find that his dick was just over an inch longer than my hand from wrist to the top of my middle finger. Month later I would actually measure my hand and find it was exactly seven inches, meaning he was a very good eight inches in length. I enjoyed exploring it as I watched the look on his face. He had his head back a bit, eyes closed and a small smile playing on his full lips. Finally, after some minutes of feeling his dick in my hands, I got up the courage and leaned in, just grazing my tongue up the side of it. It jumped in my hands and I sat back, surprised. Looking up at him I saw he was look at him, smiling at my reaction, trying not to laugh. "I didn't know it would do that," I whispered, causing him to slip and start laughing. When he stopped I leaned back in and really licked the head of his cock, feeling the entire thing jerk in my hold. He gasped, which spurred me onward. I traced around the head with my tongue and licked over the top, sliding over the drop of pre-cum that was there. Then I slowly slid the tip of my tongue down one side of his shaft, moving my hand when I got to the bottom. I used my tongue to explore every inch of his dick, feeling the smooth skin, roving over the few veins that jutted out, tasting the pre-cum on the head. I began to busy myself with the head of his dick, grasping the shaft in my hand once more. That's when he put his hand around mine and began pumping slowly up and down, showing me what to do. When I caught on, he let go and leaned back, stifling his own moans this time. His dick tasted so wonderful and felt absolutely amazing on my tongue. I was beginning to discover that I loved doing this. It was only natural, though, seeing as I had a classic case of oral fixation and usually always had something in my mouth anyways. A piece of gum, a ball of paper, a straw, toothpick, my fingernail, anything I could find that I could chew on. So his dick on my tongue was like pure ecstasy to me. I wanted to taste him more then. Without warning I quickly shoved my mouth over him, being careful to avoid sliding my teeth against him (the only thing I knew about blow jobs). One of his hands flew to his mouth then as a loud groan tried to escape. He looked at me, his eyes wide, his chest heaving and I looked back at him, his dick fully in my mouth, and smiled as best I could. I began moving my head up and down, pulling him out and pushing him in. He began to relax, his hand come from his mouth to rest on the box once more. I'd never been so content in my life. Something about him filling up my mouth like that sent waves of happiness through me. For me, eating always made me happy, so when I was upset I found something to stuff into my mouth. After I'd swallow it, I'd feel empty again and so continue the cycle. Of course, it never lasted and it was never so good as my boyfriend's cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I was surprised to find that that gaping hole that was usually always there inside my chest felt filled now. I LOVED giving head! As my mouth moved on him I used my hand, sliding it up and down his now slick cock, keeping time with my mouth. Meanwhile, between my legs I was becoming wetter than I ever thought possible. I could feel my juices beginning to soak my panties and I squirmed hoping my jeans wouldn't get wet as well, but I never stopped sucking on my guy. It wasn't until I heard footsteps on the stairs that I abruptly pulled off of him and sat back. He quickly did his jeans together and we sat there, both holding our breath, hoping it wasn't the youth pastor or one of the younger youth kids who would go running to him to tell on us. After a few agonizing moments the handle on the closet door began to turn and when it was opened I was relieved to see one of my male classmates. He was the little brother to my guy friend's girlfriend. He just looked at us for a moment then shut the door and went further into the room. I wondered if the other two had stopped what they were doing before then. My boyfriend and I looked at each other, wide grins splitting our faces as we tried not to laugh at pretty much getting caught. I saw the look in the other guy's eye and knew he suspected something. We waited until we heard him go back downstairs before we came from the closet. Our friends were sitting on the couch, looking for all the world as if they'd been there the whole time, just watching the movie. We all smiled at each other and started laughing. The next day my boyfriend and I were at my grandma's house. My sister was there as well which meant the guy and I had to sit on the couch like good kids. Though we were allowed to snuggle so that's just what we did as we watched T.V. Course, that didn't stop me from teasing him by sucking and nipping at his thumb which was right there at my mouth and well hidden by my arm. It was cruel but oh so much fun. When my sister and grandmother told us they were going to the grocery store real quick, I was shocked. No one had ever left us completely alone. I started to get wet, just thinking about it being only him and me. As soon as they left the house, I jumped up and peeked out the window, watching them as they got in the car and drove off. When they were out of sight I turned to my boyfriend and said, "So, you wanna do it?" His eyes grew wide and I saw him gulp. "Seriously?" he said, barely more than a whisper. I shrugged. "Yeah, why not? I suppose we have at least 30 minutes. That should be enough time shouldn't it?" He stared at me for another moment before we were on each other, our mouths together, our hands exploring. After a minute or two of excited kissing, he jumped off the couch, pulled his wallet from his pocket and pulled out a packaged condom. He set it on the floor before getting on his knees in front of me. I leaned down and we kissed as he undid my pants and slid them and my panties from my hips, down my legs, and finally off my feet where he then threw them aside. He pulled back then and looked at me. I blushed and nervously covered myself but he gently pried my hands from my sex and pushed my legs apart so he could really get a look at me. After a moment of that, he looked at me, a sly grin sliding over his lips and before I could fully comprehend the mischievous glint in his eyes, he grabbed me behind either knee, pulled my ass to the edge of the couch, and had his face between my legs. At first I was surprised at the sudden movement and squealed in protest, but my squeal soon turned to a gasp as I felt his tongue flick over my clit. My whole body jumped under his tongue and it was all I could do to cover my loud moans. He spent a few minutes tasting me and teasing me, his hand firmly holding my legs, keeping me from wiggling away as was my instinct when the pleasure began to be too much. Finally, he came up, taking a deep breath and wiping my juices from around his mouth and chin. He smiled at me in a triumphant way, making me laugh. As I laughed at his trick, he pulled himself up fully onto his knees and undid his jeans. His cock was rock hard as he pulled it from his boxers. I watched him, my breath caught in my chest, as he stroked himself a few times before grabbing the condom and taking it from its wrapper. I watched as he slid the thing over his dick, fascinated by the whole process. Slowly he moved forward after he had the protection on and positioned himself at the opening to my pussy. He took his dick and moved it up and down between the folds of my sex. I jumped each time the head of his cock passed over my clit, gasping at the feeling. Finally he stopped playing and began to push himself into me. I was soaking wet already so it made the whole process easier. It felt so strange as his dick pushed me open and stretched me. I was happy to find that it didn't hurt at all like I'd often heard and read about. It was just so much pressure and the new feeling was very different. When he was fully inside of me he began to move slowly in and out, watching my face for any hints of pain. Since there was no pain, he moved a little faster. I squirmed and moaned as his cock pumped in and out of me, my hands clawing into the couch cushions on either side of me, my body arching with each ripple of pleasure. Then he stopped and pulled out. I slumped back, looking at him quizzically and he took my hand and guided me to the floor. Once on the carpet I pulled my knees up to help him enter me and we began again. He began going as fast as he could then, nervous that my grandmother and sister would be back at any moment. It felt wonderful but I wasn't able to climax. When he finished, a lovely groan escaping him, sending chills through me, he quickly pulled out, being careful to hold the condom in place. When I looked at him then, I noticed there was a slight pain in his eyes as he began taking the condom off. Looked down I noticed that the opening of the thing had been so tight on him so as to leave a deep mark at the base of his dick. I felt so bad for him that he'd been hurting at all, and when I voiced that, he assured me it was okay. When he got the condom off, he tied it and quickly did up his pants and went to dispose of the piece of latex. By the time he got back I had cleaned up and had my underwear and pants back on and was sitting on the couch. He sat down next to me and we snuggled up again to watch more television. About ten minutes later my sister and grandma were back and neither had any idea what had taken place while they were gone. But my boyfriend and I were snuggled together in complete contentment.