The warmth from the fire felt nice as the evening air started to chill. My hand gently caressed Liz’s shoulder and arm, carefully avoiding her breast. “You can touch my breast,” Liz said quietly. “I am so sorry if I ruined this special moment.”
I slid my arm over her body and gently cupped her breast as I kissed and nibbled her neck. “That feels nice,” Liz whispered as her hand slid over mine, pushing it deeper into her soft breast. “You make me feel so safe, so special.”
That moment felt so intimate. I could feel her body tremble with each breath she took, hear the rush of blood with each beat of her heart. Our bodies were in perfect harmony. The silence was comforting.
Liz lifted her leg slightly, wrapped her fingers around my unrelenting dick and guided it to her opening. There was no wetness to speak of this time. She collected some saliva in her hand and gently rubbed it over the head before placing it at her opening. Very gently, she rocked back causing me to slip inside, just a little.
As Liz carefully rocked her hips, I could feel her body begin to lubricate and relax. Moments later, I was deep inside. No words had been spoken, just a natural communication between lovers.
“It was very traumatic,” Liz’s cautious voice broke the silence.
The movement of Liz’s pelvis stopped which only intensified the intimate bond between our bodies. She gently contracted her pelvic muscles, milked me.
“I was a freshman in college,” her shaky voice continued. “We had been dating for several months and decided the time was right. We were both virgins. I took a great deal of time preparing for that night, making sure that everything was perfect. My new silky lingerie tickled me so sensually, my pubic hair was neatly trimmed and manicured, a supply of condoms on my nightstand, candles on my dresser. I had it all planned out. My roommate made plans to spend the night with her boyfriend. It was going to be so romantic.”
Liz took a deep breath, started rocking her pelvis gently, my arms held her tightly as hands gripped her breasts.
“We were making out pretty heavily on the bed. He was laying over me and I could feel him pressing against my thigh, he was hard. He whispered that he couldn’t wait any longer.”
Liz took another deep breath, her body tensed as she continued. “I could feel his hand slip into my shorts. No boy had ever touched me there before. He frantically pushed his hand inside my panties; his fingers probe my delicate flesh. I was shaking as he kissed me and searched for my opening. His fingers were clumsy and demanding, they penetrated me. I was so very dry and tense, I could feel his fingernail scratch me deep inside.”
Tears started raining down her cheeks as Liz continued her story, all the time gently rocking her hips, her body making gentle love to mine.
“Before I knew what was happening, my pants were off I could feel his hard cock relentlessly poking at my vulva. I pulled away from our kiss and told him I wasn’t ready; I was too dry. I demanded that he use a condom. He pleaded to let him experience his first time naturally, insisting he would pull out. It all happened so fast. He spit in his hand and rubbed it over my crotch. He begged me, insisting he couldn’t wait any longer. When I reluctantly agreed, he impaled me. The pain was almost unbearable. Just two or three quick thrusts and I felt it. I felt him cum inside me. I pushed him off me, semen still spurting, landing on my t-shirt and pubic hair. He tried to push it back in, but I slammed my thighs together. He continued to hump my thigh as his hand pushed up under my shirt and inside my bra. He squeezed my breast so hard it hurt. I could feel him cum again, the sticky goo was all over my thigh. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes as I rolled over and pulled my knees to my chest. I covered my face with my hand as I cried and rocked in the fetal position. He tried to comfort me, apologized for accidentally cumming inside me. I just cried. He got dressed and left.”
Liz took a deep breath before continuing.
“After he left, I reached between my legs and collected some of the fluid that was leaking from my vagina. When I saw his semen combined with my blood, I almost threw up. I jumped in the shower. I just cried as I watched the the remnants of my lost virginity trickle down my thighs. It wasn’t like he raped me. I was a willing participant I convinced myself. I said yes. But still, I felt so violated. I cried every day for the next two weeks, praying that my period would start. Relieved when it finally came, yet saddened by the reminder that I was fully a woman now. It was a long time before I let another man touch me. When I finally did, I went a little crazy and slept with anyone with a pulse. I guess I was searching for the type of passionate love my young mind had always fantasized about.”
Liz’s body stopped moving. I held her tightly in my arms. “Make love to me,” she whispered. “Be my first.”
I gently pulled out of her, scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the tent. I carefully placed her limp body on the mattress and slipped over top of her. I kissed and touched every part of her body, gently stroked her face, looked deep into her eyes.
“May I make love to you?” I whispered. “May I enter your innocent body?”
“You may,” she whispered as a single tear trickled down her cheek.
Our lips met as I gently eased inside her. I held her tight as our bodies became one, slowly, gently bringing each other to the point of no return. I could feel her body release every ounce of tension; I could feel my body release, filling her with my love. Together, we experienced the truest form of love, our bodies were one. It was pure magic.
We lay close spooning, me behind her as we drifted off to sleep. Twice more that night, I was awakened by her gentle touch as she guided my sleeping giant into her warm inviting body. She gently rocked, coaxing the sleeping guest to come to life and grow inside her, milking every last drop of its precious nourishment before allowing it to hibernate inside her snug cosy warmth.
The next morning, I could feel a gentle movement next to me. When I opened my eyes, I could see Liz, laying on her back, gently caressing her lovely body. “Oh good,” she said with a smile. “You are finally awake.”
“Good morning,” I said as I watched her touch herself. “Feeling better this morning?”
“Empowered,” she responded. “I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Thank you so much for being there for me last night. Will you make love to me again?”
I just smiled and pressed my lips to hers. “I think the well is dry right now. You seem to be doing just fine solo. I would rather just watch if you don’t mind.”
“I would like that,” Liz whispered as she rolled to her side facing me, pushed her knee into the air and resumed touching herself. Our eyes were locked in a trancelike stare as she pleasured herself. Her motions were slow and deliberate, gently stoking a fire deep inside. I concluded at that moment that there was nothing more beautiful than a woman pleasuring herself.
As I watched, I could feel my own body rejuvenating, growing. Without warning, my dick reached out and touched her thigh. “Masturbate with me,” she whispered.
I began to slowly touch myself as she continued to stoke her own fire, our eyes never breaking contact. Liz let out a quiet “Mmmmmmmmm,” as her body twitched and jerked. Soft moans continued to escape her lips as her thighs pressed tightly together and her cute little butt shook.
report Without warning, she carefully rolled her body over me as her eager pussy replaced my hand. I could feel her quivering warmth gently massage me. “Cum for me baby,” she whispered as she tightened her pelvic muscles and leaned forward, sliding her hard nipples across my chest.
I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation of her pussy hugging and squeezing my dick, gently stroking me to climax. “I can feel you cumming,” Liz whispered as a gentle flutter surged through her loins. “I just came again, all over that big cock of yours.”
Liz started to lift her body off mine when I wrapped my arms tight around her. “Don’t move,” I whispered. “This feels too nice.”
“But I am too heavy,” she said. “I will squash you.”
I just held her tight as we lay there interconnected.
Liz managed to rock her hips just enough to coax one more orgasm out of each of us before announcing that she really had to pee.
“I need to work on my tan while I have the chance,” Liz announced. She pulled the sleeping bag out of the tent and draped it over the picnic bench. “Why don’t you see if you can find us some firewood. We are almost out.”
I watched intently as Liz climbed onto the table and lay on her stomach. She bent her knees and pushed them out to the sides, her feet close to the edges of the table. She reached a hand back and slid it over her butt and down the back of her thigh. “Is this area in the sun?” She asked as she pointed to the white patch of flesh just below her butt cheeks. “This is always so hard to get tanned.”
I slid my hand up the back of her thigh and gently caressed her inner thigh and butt cheeks. “Yup,” I announced. “But damn, I think everything looks perfect just the way it is,” I said as my fingers drifted over her hairy lips.
Liz slapped my hand away. “Hey buster,” she joked. “I asked you to collect some wood, not deliver your wood. Maybe, when you are done, you can give me a back massage. New rule though, your hands can’t touch my pussy unless I say its okay.”
I exaggerated a disappointed sigh as I pulled my hand back and headed off into the woods.
After about an hour, I was finished collecting and stacking the firewood and went to check on Liz. She was fast asleep, still laying in the same exposed pose. I couldn’t help but to study her lovely body with my eyes, especially her butt and pussy. The pose was just so inviting, and I knew I wouldn’t see anything quite like that for a long time, maybe never again.
I retrieved a bottle of massage oil from the tent and applied some to my hands. Starting at her neck, my hands worked her tender flesh. A gentle moan escaped her lips, but her eyes never opened. As my hands worked their way down her back and over her butt cheeks, the moans became more pronounced. My hands carefully worked their way over and around those lovely cheeks as my eyes studied her pussy. Being very careful not to touch her there, I circled around the outside of her butt and in along the crease between her butt cheeks and thighs.
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