8 comments/ 18636 views/ 0 favorites One Room School House By: Nectarine Author's Note: This is my first crack at writing erotica so I welcome your comments, but mostly I just wanted to put a fantasy down on paper and I hope others get as much pleasure out of it as I have. Be warned when it finally gets to the sexy bits, (about two thirds through, I'll be up front) it gets kind of rough - sexually that is. Also more to come soon. Thanks for reading. The students had all gone home for the day, as Sarah backed down the row of desks collecting their assignments. She paused for a moment as her hand passed over the empty desktop of David Broadman. David was a bright and kind young man of 13 with a sweet-natured disposition and a knack for helping out with the younger children. When she'd started teaching two years ago, at the age of 20, she often struggled to keep order in the classroom, but young David could always settle a conflict or take a few youngsters outside to play. David and his two little brothers, Andy and Martin, had been gone for the last two days and Sarah was beginning to miss the pleasant trio. It was an oddly hot day for October. Sarah propped open the wide door of the schoolhouse with a heavy flat stone, unbuttoned the top two buttons of her yellow cotton blouse, kicked off a pair of ankle-high black boots and reveled in the feeling of the cool stone floor beneath her bare feet. She gave the room a quick once-over with a broom, then stooped over her desk to gather up the papers in a smart stack. "You must be Ms. Lotton," she heard a deep, friendly voice say. She turned to see a tall, broad-shouldered man in the doorway. He looked much younger than most of the parents she met, not much over 25, she guessed. "Yes. That's me. But you can call me Sarah." She leaned against her desk, motioning for him to come in. "And you are?" "I'm Will Broadman." He strode towards her and took her hand in a firm handshake, "I'm Andy, Martin and David's older brother." With the sun no longer at his back, Sarah noticed that he was an incredibly beautiful man. She noticed his eyes. Deep blue flecked with gold. And the same generous smile as his younger brothers. His jeans and boots were dusted with dirt, though his button-up shirt was clean and white. He must have changed it before coming to the school. His arms, tan and muscular, stood out against the stark sleeves which he'd rolled up to just below his elbows. "It's a pleasure to meet you," Sarah grinned. "You know, class hasn't been the same these last two days without those three. They are a delight to teach, your brothers. And always so eager to help out. Bringing in the water and wood. We've sure missed them these last couple days." "Yes. I wanted to talk to you about that." He looked down for a moment, and seemed unsure of how to proceed. He cleared his throat and looked back at her. "Unfortunately, our uncle passed away on Wednesday, and we've had a tough couple of days." These last two days, Will had broken that news to several people, and he always felt slightly guilty about bringing others into his own melancholy situation. His uncle John was a nice, quiet man whose health had been failing slowly ever since he moved in with him and his siblings. "I'm so sorry to hear that." A pulse of sorrow surged in her chest. She remembered hearing the boys talk fondly of their uncle John who had moved in with them after their father passed away several years ago. "I know how dear he was to those boys." "He was." Will lost his train of thought for a moment when he felt her gentle hand give his forearm a sympathetic squeeze. This intriguing and beautiful young woman was not what he'd been expecting when he set off for the schoolhouse today. Seeing her pad about unabashedly in bare feet at her place of work was strangely arousing. He stared for a moment as she drew one foot up the slim, softly curving calf of her other leg and thought briefly about following that path with his hand and continuing upward under the flare of her skirt. He felt a sudden tightening low in his abdomen. "I met him once, just a week or two after I started teaching. He was such a sweetie. He knew just what to say to comfort a nervous new teacher. I remember he said, 'be a hard-ass to those kids this first month or it'll be a lost cause. And if I hear any of my three are misbehaving, you better believe there'll be a whooping.' But I know from the way your brothers talked so affectionately of him that he never raised a hand to them. I'm sure this is a tough time for all of you. Your brothers can take as long as they need before coming back to school." Her voice brought him out of his thoughts and he remembered why he'd come. "I'm glad you said that, because we might need to take you up on that. Andy and Martin will probably want to come back on Monday, but I really need David's help on the farm. Without our uncle, me and my sisters won't be able to get all the work done by ourselves." Sarah pursed her lips in thought and picked up the chalkboard eraser. Absent-mindedly she pushed her thumb into a fuzzy rift in the eraser. "I understand your predicament, Mr. Broadman..." "Call me Will." "Will, I understand your predicament, but I would really hate to see David pulled out of school permanently. He's one of my best students." She turned to the chalkboard and began swiping away a neatly printed lesson about consonant clusters. "Well, that's where I was hoping for some flexibility on your part." Will grabbed another eraser and began erasing the adjacent board. So this is where those boys get their helpful spirit from Sarah thought as she listened to Will's pragmatic proposal. "I don't want to pull David out permanently, but I was hoping you would allow him to help at home in the mornings and attend school in the afternoon. This would just be until after the harvest, and I'll figure something else out in the spring. And I'll make sure he still does all his school work." He put the eraser down and turned to look at her profile. Most of her honeyed hair was loosely gathered in a thick braid that tapered from the base of her skull to the middle of her back. He couldn't help but imagine grasping it, feeling its heft in his hand. For a woman so slight of frame she had beautifully, generously full breasts. He also imagined feeling their heft. His eyes traveled down. A smile touched his lips as he noticed a chalky hand print on the side of her ass. She nodded then turned back to him. "That sounds like a very fair compromise." They decided on the details of the arrangement. David was to join the rest of the students at 11:30 each day, except Wednesdays when he would come at 1 so he could help with more time consuming tasks that couldn't wait for the weekend, and Mondays when he would come at 10 because there wouldn't be as much to do after having all weekend to catch up on things. She walked him outside, where his dark brown colt awaited him contentedly munching its way through a patch of clover. "This is Abe," he said. He didn't want to leave, but couldn't think of what else to say. He lingered next to the horse, unnecessarily double-checking the straps and harness. He whispered soothing words to the horse as he stroked its nose. She watched his hands as he smoothed them down the colt's glossy coat; they were large, broad hands. A callus had formed on the heal of his right hand and a blister on the outside of his left index finger. As he bent to pick up his pack resting near the colt's hoof, she breathed in his earthy scent of sweat, hay and the faint basil-like odor of tomato plants. He glimpsed a black-eyed-susan growing next to his pack. He plucked it and handed it to her with another flash of his white smile. With a graceful movement he swung his leg over the horse and looked down at her for a moment. She thought she perceived a change from friendliness to desire in his eyes as he gazed at her deeply. Finally, he said goodbye and touched his heel to the horse. -- That evening, Will sat at the kitchen table helping his sisters, Jane and Ellie, can string beans. His younger sisters at 19 and 22, were best friends and discussed the credibility of certain gossip subjects they had heard over coffee in town that morning as they worked. Will's thoughts, however drifted elsewhere. In his mind, he superimposed his hand on top of that chalky hand print that rested on the gentle swell of Sarah's perfect ass. A rush of heat surged in his groin as he thought of slowly bending her over the solid, wooden desk in the front of the classroom. He imagined sliding her skirt up to expose an ass shaped like a halved peach, her dripping sex like the crimson, pulpy hollow that's left after you remove the peach's pit. "Hey, slow poke! Let's pick up the pace," jeered Ellie. Will was falling behind on his duty in the assembly line of scooping the briny legumes into jars. "Would you hand me that dish towel?" Asked Jane, pointing to where it hung behind Will on a drawer's handle. Will swiveled awkwardly in his chair, teetering on its back legs to reach the towel to avoid standing up and revealing the full-on erection he had cultivated. Will had not been with many women. There was Pauline, whom he had met when they were both 16. She was an intelligent and snobby girl with black hair and a beautifully full pair of tits. Pauline spent her Summers in the area, staying with her grandma, and Will's neighbor, Mrs. Duvlin. Will became hopelessly infatuated with her when they met at a dance in town one summer. He recalled spending many balmy Summer afternoons making love to her under the cottonwood tree that grew in the far north corner of their field, safely hidden from view by the tall stalks of corn that grew around them. He enjoyed watching her face as he fucked her and marveled at how the prim bookworm's composure unraveled, her face contorting with pleasure, as he settled himself into her. He enjoyed two blissful summers with Pauline. He even thought he'd marry her someday, but then she got a scholarship to go to a college up in Minnesota, and he never saw her again. He learned from Mrs. Duvlin that she'd married a pharmacy student and given birth to twin girls. The family ran a small drug store close to Rochester. Will's family was far from rich. They got most of their income from farming, but all six siblings except for the youngest did odd jobs to help make ends meet. Martin delivered newspapers, David worked in the dime store on Saturdays, Jane gave music lessons for singing, violin and guitar and Ellie did hair cuts for a dedicated clientele out of their kitchen. Will had gained a good reputation as a man with a talent for fixing things. He offered up his services for a modest charge ranging from 50 cents to 10 dollars depending on the complexity of the task. It was shortly after his 20th birthday, on one of these errands, that Will met his second lover, Lori Mann. "I ran into my friend Katie this morning," Ellie called to Will from the kitchen one afternoon, nearly five years ago. "Her sister Lori's bicycle needs fixing. I told her you'd take a look at it this afternoon." So Will rode to the edge of town where Lori lived by herself in a small house with a huge yard and two horses. She was 30 and a widow. Tall and thin, with a curly head of hair cut off at her shoulders, she was a woman who enjoyed her independence. She smoked cigarettes and wore slacks. Her husband had died two years earlier from cancer. The two never had children. But she seemed relieved, like she'd gotten a taste of family life, but was glad it was over. Will had a fairly easy time fixing the breaks on Lori's bike, and charged 50 cents for the repair. He might normally have charged a dollar, but her sexiness hindered his business saviness. Lori invited him in and snapped open a bottle of pop for him while she rummaged in her coin purse. As she handed him the 50 cents, they exchanged a look during which they both realized what was about to happen, what they both really wanted to happen. Before long, he had her backed hard into the counter with his mouth on her neck and a hand palming her breast. Afterwards, as she shimmied into her slacks, she asked, "Say, I have two horses, but no garden, and no need for their shit. I don't suppose a farm kid like yourself might have use for some extra shit?" She always had a refreshingly frank and crass way with words. "Absolutely!" He grinned, looping his belt through his jeans. They could sure use the extra manure. With their 15 cattle, 20 sheep, 1 hog and 1 horse, they had enough manure for the crops, but their was never quite enough for his sisters' kitchen garden. So, about once a month he came by with his cart and shovel to collect the manure, but not before Lori asked him inside to offer him a bottle of pop, which always led to a fuck. This routine continued happily for a little over 3 years. The older and experienced woman was not shy about letting Will know what she liked and disliked, and he became increasingly attuned the unspoken needs of a woman. Likewise, Will cultivated an ability to direct and control his lover to do what he wanted her to do for him. Lori always made it clear, however, that she was not looking for anything beyond a sexual relationship. A little over a year ago, Will realized that he wanted a wife and children. He told Lori about his desire for a family; he often sought her advice about life's matters, for she had nearly a decade of wisdom on him and she seemed to understand his heart well. She told him that he should pursue his instinct to start a family, and that they should no longer sleep together. He agreed, however, he still went to her house to collect the manure and chat about life's goings-on. On his last visit, Lori had confided in him that she had taken the town doctor, Dr. Petersen as a lover. He oddly didn't feel jealous or jilted, but happy for her. He felt fortunate that he and Lori were still good friends and had ended their affair on such genial terms. The canning was done, and Jane and Ellie decided to turn in early. Will sat at the kitchen table thinking about his confession to Lori about his desire for a wife. Until that afternoon, until Sarah, he had not met a woman that he could imagine as his wife. He had heard his young brothers praise Ms. Lotton's patience and good humor. But he had pictured her as a kindly elderly spinster, not the warm and beautiful young woman who had waved him into the classroom today. -- On Saturday mornings, Sarah usually allowed herself to sleep in an extra hour, but today she awoke restlessly with the same thoughts that had kept her awake last night. Will Broadman... Will Broadman. How aptly named, she thought. What a stirring collection of characteristics he was made up of. She remembered the feel of his arm when she'd grasped it yesterday afternoon, hard and wide under her small hand. She saw how the fluttering movements of the ligaments and muscles of his forearm were plainly visible just beneath his bronzed skin as he ran his hand down the flank of his colt. A thick head of carelessly uncombed light brown hair framed his handsome and rugged face. A few days of stubble on his masculine jaw contrasted strikingly with his open and white smile and the honest sincerity of his eyes. She lay in bed for another twenty minutes touching herself through her cotton panties, vaguely perturbed that she had zero sexual experience to draw upon for inspiration. She imagined his strong, rough hands slowly sliding between her slightly parted thighs to converge at the join of her legs. She didn't know how to continue. She sat up in frustration. What's wrong with me. I shouldn't be thinking about this anyway, she thought. The man is in grief, not to mention, he is now the guardian of 3 of my students. She got dressed and stepped outside to do her morning chores. She fed her chickens and collected their eggs. Apart from a few stray kittens, the chickens were the only animals she had on the small property. She decided the yard could use a raking. When she was done, she came inside and made herself some scrambled eggs for breakfast. After unsuccessfully attempting to keep her thoughts devoid of that last piercing look she and Will had shared as he looked down at her from his horse yesterday afternoon, Sarah resolved that it was only proper for a teacher to bring a basket of food to the family of a student who was mourning a loss. She prepared two pie crusts, then weighed the options in her pantry. Into one crust she sliced apples and pairs, into the other, she emptied a jar of peaches. As the pies cooked, she went outside to peruse her small vegetable garden. She selected the three ripest butternut squashes, which she cut into bite sized chunks, seasoned liberally with butter, salt and pepper, then removed the pies to cool while the squash roasted in the oven. It was about one when she packed the small feast into a basket and set off for the Broadman house by bicycle. She had a vague idea of where they lived, but looked up the address in her student handbook. The farm was large, beautiful, well-ordered but oddly quiet, she thought, as she approached the white two story house. She stepped onto the porch and peered into the screen door to see Will facing diagonally away from her, about 15 feet away. She let herself watch him for a moment before making her presence known. He looked amazing kneeling before their woodstove with his head bowed, using a screwdriver on a small metal object in his hand. He was dressed in the same jeans and boots that she'd seen him in yesterday as well as his undershirt, leaving his powerful, broad shoulders bare for her view. Sarah took a deep breath then knocked before she could talk herself into slipping away. He turned and smiled when he saw her. "Sarah. Come in." He stood and walked towards her. "Excuse me for not shaking your hand," he smirked and held out his hands which were covered in soot from working on the woodstove. "I brought some food for you all. I figured you must be busy and could make good use of the time it would take to prepare a meal." She lifted the lid of the basket, and he looked in, smiling appreciatively as the delicious scent of the cinnamon and apples wafted together with the savory aroma of the squash. "Thanks," he grinned, "Yum, I suddenly realized how hungry I am." He pulled out a chair for her at the kitchen table. "Let me just screw this back in, then I'll wash up and we'll have lunch." "Where are your brothers?" She asked, as she began to set out the food. "David works in the dime store Saturdays and my sisters took the little guys to our Aunt Viv's for the day," he replied, as he crouched to the woodstove, reaching just inside to place the hinge. "She has a pretty big orchard south of Milton. We get all our apples there every October... The dishes are in the far left cupboard." "That sounds fun." She said, turning to set two places at the table. As Will struggled to screw the hinge at an awkward angle, the screwdriver slipped. His hand jolted forward, his arm catching a jagged edge in the stove's hatch opening. "Shit." He cursed and pulled his arm out, bending it to survey the damage. Startled, Sarah turned to see Will inspecting a deep gash carved into the side of his soot-streaked arm; Slowly it began filling with blood, and before long started dripping onto the wooden floor. "Oh my God, Will." She grabbed a dishtowel and rushed toward him. "It's alright," he assured her, and calmly stepped to the sink to run it under water. "Let me see" She said. The blood continued to run, but not as much. "It's deep." She knew he would need stitches. "I'll go for Dr. Petersen," She said. "You've got to be joking," he chuckled, putting pressure on his now clean arm with the dishtowel. "For this?" One Room School House "Yes, of course. You need stitches" "So what? We can't afford it." He shrugged and sat down. "Besides, we have needle and thread here. They're in that desk." He nodded toward a desk in the adjoining room Sarah gawked at him incredulously. "You don't expect me to do it." "Sure I do." He said simply. "No way." He shrugged, "who else?" "Dr. Petersen." "Honestly, Sarah. We can't spare a single dime right now." He looked slightly embarrassed at admitting how hard up they were. "The funeral cost more than we could afford." "I don't know" Sarah hesitated, thinking about the meager amount of money that she'd saved in a jar by her bed and knew she couldn't afford to pay the doctor either. "Sarah, look, I'd do it myself if it weren't my right arm. I have done it for myself." he rolled up his pant leg to show a straight scar across his shin. "I accidentally got myself with the scythe.... And my sister did it for me once when she was just fourteen. If she could do it, you can do it. She's a klutz." He pointed to a "C" shaped scar on his left shoulder. "Honestly, It's really not a big deal to me. The money, on the other hand is a big deal. I have my siblings to look after." Reluctantly, she agreed to do it. She found the needle and thread in the desk drawer and scrubbed her hands vigorously with soap and water. She pulled up a stool close to Will's. "Sarah, look at me." She looked up to meet his deep gaze. "It's fine. Don't worry. I trust you." She let out a deep breath and nodded. Her hand was steady as she pushed the needle through his skin to complete the first stitch. She glanced up at his face, which looked down at her work displaying no sign of pain. She recalled her tenth birthday when she slipped and hit her head on the table, how she screamed as the doctor put three stitches in her brow. Will held still as Sarah threaded the flesh together. He concentrated on the simple beauty of Sarah's face. In her flustered state, a charming blush had arisen on her cheeks. The thick lashes of her down-cast eyes threw a shadow down her cheeks. She chewed her full bottom lip as she focused on her task. As she finished, she bound his arm tightly with a length of cloth. A shock of wavy blonde hair slipped from behind her ear and fell in front of her eyes. He couldn't stop himself as he reached up with his free arm to replace the wayward locks. She looked up with a start to see him staring at her intensely. He leaned towards her slowly, and brushed his lips lightly against hers. At first she drew back, but he pursued her. When she sighed against his mouth, his lower lip nudged gently between her slightly parted lips, then he drew her top lip into his mouth. "Wait," she said, and stood up. He stood up, too, and drew her body into his. He put a hand up to turn her face up towards his, he brushed his thumb across her sweet, plump lips and bent to kiss her, deeply this time. His muscular arms caged her as he backed her bottom into the sturdy wooden table and explored the depths of her soft wet mouth. The fierce beat of her heart pulsed in her ear drums and between her legs; it made her dizzy and as she began to lose her balance she felt his large strong hands steady her at the small of her back. Slowly, they traveled down to cup the gentle swell of her ass and he arched her pelvis into the crook of his bowed frame. She felt his hard, masculine ridge press into her lean belly. Suddenly, they heard the crunch of gravel beneath approaching wheels at the back driveway of the house. Sarah broke away from Will, sending a crash of cutlery to the wood floor. Without a moment's hesitation, She ran out the front door and made a b-line for her bike; she couldn't bear to risk seeing one of her students. "Sarah, wait!" He called, but she had already started pedaling madly for home. What had interrupted their passion had been the mail man. Discovering this fact made Will fume in anger as he gazed out the window searching futilely for the disappeared goddess along the tree-lined hillock in front of their home. "Fuck," he cursed. -- Sarah spent the beginning of the week in a stupor and whenever possible avoided eye contact with the innocent and unaware young Broadman brothers. When they'd stayed after school on Monday to thank her for the basket of food she'd left over the weekend and for allowing David flexibility on his school schedule, she'd fluttered them away with a blushing "your welcome" and a brief condolence for their loss before hastening out of the school house. Come Wednesday night, as a heavy rain pounded noisily against Sarah's rooftop, she crouched in front of her fireplace, jabbing at the logs in a huff. Of course, her thoughts were constantly of him. Of his forthright way, his honesty, even in the way he kissed her, brought her body against his. Of the unexplained slickness between her legs as his kiss deepened and his hold grew more possessive. She was startled out of her thoughts by a knock on the door. She swung open the door to see him, his stunning handsome mug haloed by a brown rimmed hat, dripping in front of a pair of deep desirous eyes. She thought to protest his presence, but the words failed her. Panicked though she felt, her heart leaped also with joy at the sight of him. Immediately she felt the flush return to her cheeks and the pounding of her heart in her chest. Trying not to betray the fiery skirmish of emotions in her body, she simply stepped back to let him in. "I'd appreciate it if you left your jacket and boots on the rug," she said as she stepped into the tiny kitchen to put on the kettle. He did so, also hanging his hat on a hook. Though slightly unnerved by her rather curt greeting, Will would not be turned away before letting his feelings be known. "I've thought of nothing but seeing you these last three days," he said. She stood still over the kettle with her back to him as the water slowly heated. "I haven't been able to find a moment to leave my brothers and sisters until tonight." He stepped toward her elegant silhouette in a simple lavender dress, lit only by the small ring of heat on the stove before her and the crackling fire to her right. The moisture from his clothes mixed with the heat from his body and the fire making the cozy dwelling somewhat balmy. Her plaited hair was bound with a leather strip. When she felt his coarse hand sweep the blonde wisps at the base of her skull, she leaned almost imperceptibly towards his touch. It was all the invitation he needed. He knew that there could be no denying him tonight. He lifted the thick plait as he imagined he would that first day in the school and shifted it in front of her shoulder baring the back of her slim, white neck. His hot breath was at her nape, and finally he closed his lips on her sensitive flesh. For as long as she could she remained still, willing herself not to respond to the swell of sensations racking within her. But when his sturdy hand reached around to press her quavering belly, she could no longer quell her desire. She staggered back and he caught her, clutching her more firmly against his pelvis with his forearm, his other hand still gripping her braid, he used it to turn her face up towards his and he caught her lips with his own. His mouth was spicy, he had had something with ginger she could taste. She breathed hotly on his face, terrified, excited. Her head was forced back and he held it still, savoring for a moment her crystalline eyes, gleaming with fear and need. Again the unfamiliar sluice between her legs made her feel embarrassed and confused. "Wait," she whispered. His hand was roving up her rib cage. He wanted to knead her breasts. "Wait..." she uttered again. He kissed her eyebrows, her chin "Wait, the kettle," she said. He paused. Reluctantly, he released her so she could remove the kettle from the heat. Better the brief interruption now than have it whistle embarrassingly and disrupt them later. She turned to him and exhaled an unsteady breath. His eyes were wild, his lips wet and beautiful, she reached up and brushed the rain dampened curls from his brow. His hands seized her waste and lifted her up level with his face. She opened her mouth under his, their heads turning against each other. He kept hitching her up, but she would not wrap her skirted legs around him. When the pain in his injured arm began to throb, he settled her down on the sturdy kitchen table and continued to massage her mouth with his own. Her body went suddenly rigid when she felt his deft hands unbuttoning the back of her dress, but the look in his eyes told her he would not be denied. He slid the cotton material from her shoulders to rumple onto the table about her hips. He ran his hand up the column of her vertebrae and boldly slid it under the band of her white brassiere. She breathed deliberately though unsteadily. The liquid pooled in her virgin cunt as he continued to undress her trembling white body. The clasp of her bra sprang loose but the heft of her breasts kept the cups in place. He swept his hands down under her firm swaying globes to remove the caught garment, just barely rasping his callused palms over her sensitive pink nipples. He beckoned her to stand and she complied. He slid the dress down her hips, followed by a silky slip. His eyes feasted on the sight of her. His cock was achingly, painfully hard. She still donned her panties through which he could vaguely see the dark delta of hair. He pulled his brown sweater over his head to reveal his broad, muscular chest and abdomen. His belt was unbuckled so his pants sat low on his waste and she could see the top of a thick thatch of dark hair leading downward towards his immense bulge. Sarah walked Will to her bedroom where she sat on her narrow bed, feeling somewhat childish in her cotton panties on the garish patchwork of her mother's quilt. The tiny ducks, the paisley, the posies. And then this man, who was so clearly a man with his long, muscular body, the evidence of a life of hard work. He grabbed her arms and stood her up. Holding her chin, he began to kiss her mouth hard. She pinched his lip with her teeth. His big hands rested on her small shoulders as he dragged his mouth down her throat. When she began to fumble with his pants, he bit her where her shoulder met her neck. Then she felt his hot breath on one breast just before he pulled it into his mouth. He took first one then the other of her straining nipples between his teeth. He held her waist with one hand while sliding her panties down her slim legs with the other. Sarah quivered completely nude. She watched him remove his own pants and his huge cock bobbed forth almost menacingly, its sheer size and girth a promise of pain. His hand ran up her back and found the strip that tied her braid. He let the hair loose and gathered it in his fist, pulling her head back to look at him. With his other hand he held her throat, a tremulous pulse visible beneath his large fingers. Her cunt dripped. "God, your beautiful," he said, softly against her mouth. She moaned into his mouth when he cupped her breasts. He watched her troubled eyes as he pressed his wide thumb into her sweet little mouth. "Ungh." "Kneel down," he spoke in a low, calm voice. Though confused, she complied. "Open your mouth." Her eyes were wide with understanding. When she didn't open her mouth, he again pushed his thumb in to part her lips and teeth. "That's it." "Ungh," she tried to speak, but he was already pushing his thick member between her lips. "Open wider. That's it." She had to open her jaw uncomfortably wide to accommodate his thick hard cock which was making its way slowly into her throat. When she felt him in the back of her throat she began to gag. He pulled himself a little ways out, but when she tried to pull her head back farther he used his grip on her hair to hold her firmly in place. He held himself still for as long as he could then slowly inched his cock deeper until he felt her gag muscles again. Almost imperceptibly, he eased up until she seemed to relax a little. Saliva leaked from the corners of her mouth. Fucking her mouth in slow, small thrusts deep within her throat, he never pulled out far enough to allow her to get comfortable with his intruding cock. Tears streaked her face as drips from her aching cunt fell between her knees onto the hardwood floor. With each thrust, he nudged himself further into her throat. When he could barely take any more, when all he wanted was to hold her face to his groin, bearing down on her, emptying his hot cum into her throat, he forced himself to withdraw with a furious growl. He stood her up, turned her around and bent her over the bed, pulling her ass up so that her narrow legs were ramrod straight, leaving her glazed cunt exposed, glistening, dripping in the flickering light of the fire. He stood back and stared at her, reveling in the sight of her quivering, vulnerable body. She shook with fear, anticipation and need. The velvety aroma of her arousal permeated the air. Lightly, so lightly, he caressed her ass. He held his palm just in front of her needy cunt so that she could sense the heat from him. She moved back, searching for his touch with her aching vagina, but he stilled her with a palm on the small of her back. "Hold still." Inch by inch he ran his strong hand up the inside of her firm, slim thigh then slowly brought it up to cup her dripping sex with his callused palm. Slowly, he slid his thumb between her swollen, slick lips and pushed in. Her contraction around his thick thumb was so tight, he knew he would cause her pain when he finally entered her with his cock. "Sarah, look at me." He held her eyes as he moved his thumb deeper inside her constricting passageway. "Has any other man touched you here before?" She shook her head. A part of Will that he didn't want to acknowledge lurched at the thought of taking her virginity, changing her, hurting her, redefining her; a surge of arousal hardened his cock to a painful degree. He pulled out his thumb then worked two large fingers into the dripping orifice. She was so so tight. She whimpered as he stretched her. "Shh. Shh. Relax." As he furrowed deeper he felt the proof of her virginity. Impossibly, his huge cock grew even more rigid. Oh my god, he wanted to bury himself in her, he needed to fuck her right now. His rough, large fingers dragged across the ruffled flesh of her g-spot and a moan involuntarily erupted from her mouth. "That's it." He worked his fingers in and out, hooking them up to grate along the sensitized corrugated flesh. Her syrupy juices pooled in the palm of his upturned hand as he kissed the hollow in her arched back. With each grinding stroke her unintelligible murmurings grew until they became a kind of plea. "That's it, girl, that's it." He stroked harder, deeper, mining her for juices. "That's it Sarah. Come for me, now." As soon as he pressed his other hand against her slick clit, she came with a gush of nectar running down his fingers, her cunt spasming uncontrollably around his hand. She felt the shower of sparks, saw the crackling white light in her tightly shut eyes as he continued to milk her for every drop. Her legs were jelly and she slumped before the bed, in an exhausted heap. But he drew her up again, this time flipping her onto her back. She wanted to rest and recover but he wasn't even close to through with her. He held the pit of her knee and pushed her leg up so her knee touched her shoulder. Her dripping wet sex was utterly exposed and she tried vainly to push her leg back down but he wouldn't let her budge. He wiped his wet hand on her ass before sheathing his two fingers again. "No, wait, I can't" He ignored her pleas, slowly working a third finger into her tight cunt stretching her lips painfully taught. "Ow... ow wait." He slowly worked the fingers within her, getting her ready for him. "Shh, you have to relax." He kneaded them in and out at a maddeningly slow pace. Before long Sarah began to gently rock her hips and Will followed the pace she set, paying attention to her breathing and her fluttering eyelids. Slowly he began delving deeper and deeper, picking up the pace, bringing her closer and closer. She was just about to come again when he pulled his hand out. "No!" She cried. He stood back and watched with a smirk as her cunt tried to clasp a few times around nothing. She reached down and ground her needy cunt against her hand. Will stared in awe at the beautiful sight before him and could wait not a moment longer. He stood her up and bent her over the bed with a grasp on the back of her neck and his other hand clutching her hip, holding her ass up high. Her knuckles were white seizing the blankets when she felt a new confusing sensation on her cunt. Something thick and blunt was pressing against her wet opening and she thought it absurd, almost amusing that he would try to fit it inside her. As the pressure grew more persistent, however, she began to panic, 'amusing' was the last word that came to mind. "Wait wait wait wait.." she whispered pleadingly. But she could feel his shaking restraint in his grip on her hips and knew that he could not hold himself back much longer. Slowly, painfully he spread her, stretching her tight lips as far as they could go but stopping before her maidenhead. She tried to crawl forward on the bed, but he held her there firmly by the hips, wedged apart by his manhood, the tears streaming down her cheeks. Her voice was caught in her throat, she was paralyzed, terrified, her breath coming in short, shallow pants. With incredible restraint, he held still for 20, maybe 30 seconds. Then, unable to hold himself back another second, with a slow, shaking thrust, he plowed forth, splitting apart the unwilling tissue, making his way through the untouched flesh. A gut-wrenching scream tore through Sarah as he prized his way through the slowly yielding flesh. "Oh God," he groaned staring at the point of their merging. He pulled himself out, then lifted her up on the bed onto her hands and knees, he kept her head bent down, then stared down as he again slowly speared and stretched her cunt on his massive cock. Again he challenged him self to hold still, burried as long as he could, then slowly began to thrust. He knew he was hurting her, but he ignored her cries as he grasped her narrow waist, pushing her back and forth, dragging her insides up and down on the flesh of his rock-hard cock. His thrusts were measured and steady, each shove eliciting a flinch from her shuddering body as he bumped against her womb with the head of his cock. "Oh god" he groaned. He held himself inside her, still not as deep as he wanted to go, he was about 7 inches in with 3 to go, but knew it would be too much for her to take on her first time. Still, he began to fuck her harder. He grabbed her shoulders and lifted her arms up around his neck, holding her back against his broad, masculine chest. His grunts punctuated his thrusts as he drew himself out and drove himself back into her again and again. He began to pump harder and harder, gnawing on the sweet flesh of her shoulder, tuning out her cries of pain until his own need for release became too much to ignore. "Gahh!" He shot jets of hot cum deep into her womb, gripping her pelvic bone against his groin. He held her still to catch every single drop of his seed in her womb. He released her torso, but kept her cunt glued to his groin. Her upper body fell to the bed, shaking with silent tears as he shuddered the very last of his seed into her aching recess. Finally, slowly, he pulled out and lay down, pulling her limp spent form against his solid looming frame. After only a few moments Sarah became so slackenly sedate that he knew she was fast asleep. His hand gently cupped her breast as he knew he would be with this woman for as long as he lived, he never wanted to spill his seed any where except into this woman.