Water's Wet Erotica (Seven Stories: Including Virgin to Vixen Series) (6 page)

“It’s you,” I whispered hoarsely.

“Are you unhappy that I’m here?”

“No! God no,” I rushed to say.

“Have you been a good girl?”

“I’ve looked for you. I’ve needed you. There is no one else but you. I’ve been upset, not knowing how to find you again. I didn’t even know where to start looking.”

“You will never have to look for me because I will always find you,” he said.

“Can I please see you?”

“No.”

“Why not?!”
I exclaimed.

“Because it’s not the right time.”

There was a
moment
of hesitation between us both. My panties were soaked; I could feel the trickle of wetness between my legs. I could feel my juices drip from my pussy to my anus and
soak
through my panties. I could feel him staring at me and it made me excited.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“Of course, I do,” I whispered in his direction.

“Tonight, I want to teach you how to pleasure a man.”

I heard myself
inhale
.
I had only seen two penises in my life.
The first
belonged to
Snickers, my dog, when he mounted the back of
Duchess,
his female dog
mate. The second penis I had seen was when
I had
spied on
my brother
pleasuring himself in his room. 
Years ago.

“Would you prefer that I leave?”

“No!” I said with too much enthusiasm. Of course, I didn’t want him to leave. I’d been looking for him for two weeks.
He
’d
finally show
ed
up in my room and then he asked if I want
ed
him to leave?
I wanted to
jump
off the
bed
and throw myself into his arms, but I knew he wouldn’t
tolerate
that.
I was
profoundly
aware that he wanted me to
obey
him. He wanted me to
move
when he
gave me permission to
move
.
So I waited for his next request.  I looked through the darkness with expectant eyes that asked for direction.

“Slowly, remove your pajamas,” he said from the corner in the dark.

I noticed the corner of one horizontal
blind
was folded up, and the moonlight was streaming through
,
casting light on my face and chest.
The rest of the room was in
complete
darkness. I wondered if he had planned that.

“What are you waiting for?”
his
deep voice sounded irritated at my hesitation.

I reached down to the bottom of my nightgown, and maneuvered it up past my
round
ass. I lifted it over my head. Once I was free of the garment, I naturally wanted to
cover
myself but didn’t
dare
, after remembering his reaction the
first time in the club when he told me that it was insulting to cover myself from someone who was pleasuring me.

I heard him walk to my bedroom door and
turn
the lock. He had locked us in. I wondered if my parents would
hear
my cries when he penetrated my tight virginal kitty. Then again, I wasn’t even sure that he planned to take my virginity tonight.

My
soft
nipples puckered under the moonlight while the butterflies wrestled in my stomach. I needed his
touch
more than anything. I wanted him back between my legs where he would
bring
me the greatest pleasure.

I heard him open his
button
and unzip his pants. Then I heard his pants
fall
to the floor in a soft sound of fabric. My breath caught in the back of my throat as I imagined that he was already erect and ready.
At that moment,
I realized that he was going to
take
me. Was he going to ravish my
body
in my own bed with my
parents
only steps away? I was both scared and excited. I wanted to feel his hard dick inside of me.
Actually, I just wanted to feel his dick,
hard
or otherwise.
I had never touched one and I hoped to do so tonight. Would it be rough, silky? Would it throb under my hand? I had no idea of what to expect.

I heard him walk away from my bedroom door and toward the bed. I could feel my heart race with anticipation of his touch. My bed tilted slightly downward when he climbed on my bed and knelt down in front of me. I could hear his breathing and smell his
sweet
aroma
.
I could see a
silhouette
of his
muscular
form
, but the room was too dark to see anything else.

“Close your eyes,” he said.

I did as he told me and closed my eyes.
I could feel the
bed
moving where he was getting closer to me, and my body had
immediate
chills run up and down my spine. Within seconds, I felt his hands reach for my arms
. His hands slid
down to mine.
He placed my hands on his chest and with his hands cupped over
mine,
he slowly ran my hands down his ripped chest. Oh my, he was so muscular and fit! His skin, under the muscles, was soft and warm. He smelled so enticing. He
felt
so enticing. I wanted more.

I swallowed against the nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. I could feel my clit quiver with the need to be touched.
I was
stripped
, and so was he.
Yet, I still had not seen this stranger’s
face
who
had made his way into my bedroom and onto my bed.

My hands trembled as they ran down his hard
pecs
to the ridges of muscles in his stomach. I felt each abdominal row of muscles move beneath my gentle
touch
. They flexed and relaxed under my fingers and I felt the wonder of a man’s body for the first time.
With each
movement
beneath his skin,
I felt a jolt of lightning travel through my
body
and land
right
between my legs. I wanted to
rush
him again, touch him everywhere, but I knew that he would be angered if I did. He did not like being hurried. I knew he wanted to stay in control of the pace and acquiesce to his own cadence of his seduction.
Therefore, I kept my eyes closed, and my mind focused on his chiseled, hard body.

“Open your eyes,” he whispered.

I did as he requested. I inhaled deeply when I saw a one-eyed monster staring me in the face.
The
tip
of his hard dick was inches from my mouth, and the moonlight had cast
pearly
light
over its girth
and length
. 
I didn’t know what to do.
Why was it in my face?

He reached his hand under the
shaft
of his dick and pulled his hard cock up to his stomach. He reached his fingers through my hair and began to
pull
my head into his round balls that were now staring me in the face.

“Use your tongue and slide it from the back of my balls to the top.”

I hesitated.
I was
curious
and wanted to
taste
him, but I had never been this close to a
man
’s hard cock before.
I was mesmerized by its magnitude.
His hand continued to
push
my head into this unfamiliar area, and for some reason, I was resisting.
I could smell the scent of sweat and cologne.
I looked up at him with my
loving
brown eyes, and although I could not see his face, I could see the white
s
of his eyes staring down at me.

“I don’t know what to do?” I whispered.

“You’re going to do as you are told,
lil
’ one.”

I realized that he was not making a
request
. He was demanding my obedience.

“I told you to run your tongue from the back of my balls to the top.”

I leaned my head down, placed my warm tongue on the shaved skin of his balls and ran my tongue from the bottom to the top.

“Again,” he whispered

I flattened my tongue and ran it again from the back of his balls to the top of them while he held his hard cock against his stomach. I knew he was easing me into each
part
of his body. He wanted me to
feel
a comfort level with each
thing
he introduced to me. He wanted me to like it, need it, and
master
each sexual act he taught me.

My tongue
developed
a
familiarity
with the
sack
of his balls, and before I knew
it
,
I
was taking each one into my mouth and softly sucking on them.
When I heard him moan, I wanted to
do
it better. I wanted to show him the same pleasure that he had brought me on the night in the sex club.

The thought of the night in the
club
made my fingers find their way to my now, quivering and out-of-control pussy.
I ran my pointer finger and middle finger on either side of my clit, and I moaned deep within.

My
lover
sensed my attention being taken away from his balls.
His hand wrapped tighter into my hair, and he tugged my head
back
when he growled, “
R
emove your fingers
from yourself,
at once!”

“I’m
wet
. I wanted to…”

“You wanted to what?
I’m teaching you how to pleasure a man.
Are you telling me that all you can think about is
pleasuring yourself?
Follow my instructions, you stubborn, selfish girl.”

I felt tears well up in my eyes. I didn’t want him to think that I had no desire to pleasure him. Of course, I wanted to pleasure him, but I wanted that
pleasure
between my legs again.
I wanted to convulse the
way
I had while I was in the club, and right now
,
my
hot throbbing pinkness
was being ignored. My
whole
body was being ignored, and I didn’t like it.

“Why haven’t you touched me?” I choked out through silent sobs.

“Every sexual
experience
is not about
you
. You have to learn to pleasure as well as
be
pleasured.
You have no control over your body, and tonight you will learn that
control
.
Am I understood?” he asked harshly.

“Yes, sir,” I heard myself say.
It was me that attached the
word
,
sir
,
after my yes but it sounded like someone else.
He did not acknowledge my show of respect.

“Wrap your hands around my ass,” he demanded.

I did as he told me and gripped onto his firm, tight buttocks. I wanted more than anything to pleasure this man.
He was teaching me how to
find
pleasure
in my body as well as
give
pleasure to a
man
, and I
had
let
him down. Once again, I
had
let my own personal, selfish desires get in the way of experiencing everything he was willing to teach me.

“Don’t
move
your hands.
They will stay right where they are until I say you can move them.”

I nodded. He felt my nod because his
grip
within
my hair had not loosened.
His fingers were still tightly wrapped into my locks, and I knew that he had complete control over me.
For a second, I wondered if my parents could hear us. What would my mother think if she knew a man was nude on my bed with his balls in my face?