"The First Time, Ever I Saw Your Face"
It was a song from my childhood, one from two years before you were even born. It was the first song that I remember ever explicitly talk about sex. It had a slow, pelvis-rocking rhythm, sung by a woman who really sounded like she was climaxing while singing.
The first time ever I kissed your mouth
I felt the earth move in my hand
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command, my love
And the first time ever I lay with you
I felt your heart so close to mine
And I knew our joy would fill the earth
And last till the end of time, my love
Sexier than even the over marketed Bolero by Ravel through the movie, 10, when I was a teen, let alone that ghetto twerking bullshit of today. Things like this kind of stick in one's young, impressionable mind. Especially, when you're a painfully lonely child. She sang of an act that I've experienced once or twice, a teasing taste of heaven that gnaws at me in its absence and it's been a long time, brewing bitterness in my heart.
I've never told you this, but I've come to the conclusion that if I want that soul-melding act, consistently, it cannot be within marriage. Every time I've had it, women become wives and the tapes they've learned of their mothers start running their lives, more fiercely after childbirth. God knows, our fathers and mothers deeply hide their sexuality from their kids, so that coldness permeates the marriage bed and I am tired of being ignored. So, no, I don't want to take a chance of ruining what I expect with you. So, I will hold you, own you, bruise you and fuck the hell out of you. Then, roll the dice when it comes to God.
And I knew our joy would fill the earth
And last till the end of time, my love
First Blood
I see you pull up in your van, you step out in your blue jeans and t-shirt and run to me. I'm wearing my own blue jeans, with a silky t-shirt, I'm kinda hoping you'll like running your hands over me. You thrown your arms around my neck, as I grab your ass and lift, your legs wrap around me as we spin. You press your lips to mine as our tongues duel. Just like something straight out of one of your romantic comedies. This is a bit more adult as we take turns exploring each other's mouths with our tongues. Your spit is as intoxicating as honey mead and just as sweet. One of my favorite drinks, knowing the root of your feelings against alcohol, it's probably the only one I'd ever want you to try. "It's your first kiss in a cup, so sweet across your lips and by the time you're done, your whole world is tilted slightly on a new axis." I used to sell a lot of mead with that pitch. Mead is the root of "honeymoon." The couple's village would brew them a cask of mead and send the new couple off to "get to know each other." When the mead ran out, they came back to their village. Thus, they started their first month, agreeably engaged in a more flexible mental state. Not a bad idea in my book.
We have four days together, an extremely compressed honeymoon of sorts. At my age, that may be a good thing. I thrown my bags in the van and we head north on the freeway. The van prevents some of my more delicious plans about traveling together with you. We're able to travel only about two hours, we're heading to an old motor court, featuring detached cabins. I've asked for something isolated, as we're on our honeymoon and are likely to make some "noise." The owners wink and say that they understand. Our cabin is off by itself, a bit of a hike from the parking area but it is nicely isolated. We park the van and before you can pick up your bag, I'm on you kissing you, far more aggressively. I have my teeth locked on your neck tendon and my hands are under your t-shirt. You're going quietly crazy, crazy as you grab my head and hold me against your neck. I move a little further along your shoulder tendon. I bite harder and a little dribble of blood escapes, your skin is so tender. I kiss you again and you taste the blood, my hand slides up the middle of your back and with one squeeze, and your bra is loose in the blink of your eye, you're now topless with my fingers rolling your nipples. You're straddling my leg and grinding. I love that your inhibitions have melted so quickly. I grab all our bags and say "I'm going to watch your bounce on all the way in. I open the door, throw our bags in and spin around to throw you over my shoulder, swatting your ass as you kick and squeal.
I'm already dragging your jeans down and the door is still wide open. I'm pleased to find that you've gone commando for our first time together, "What a good girl you are, just the right touch of naughty!" You're pulling my jeans down, giggling to finding that there's nothing between me and my jeans, either. You lock your lips around my cock, sucking me into the back of your mouth, your tongue swirling around me. I pull my own shirt off and bury my fingers in your hair, holding your mouth flush against my body, my cock slowly growing toward your throat. You look up at me as your eyes water. Your throat is starting to protest and you start to choke, but I hold you tight, giving you no quarter. Your eyes start to bulge, as your face starts to turn red. You frantically start pushing me away for breath. "Not quite yet, be patient baby girl. I have to teach your body that it belongs to me and that your only reason is to give me pleasure. You're my fuck toy, so get used to it." I've gotten as hard as a rock, so I let you off my cock for a desperate breath. I kick the door closed, as you turn, I see the blue glint of your butt plug. You're about to find out how dangerous that little play is.
The Gifting
I grab a small bag out of my duffle and come up behind you, I position you in front of the mirror. I look into your reflected eyes and ask, "Are you sure you want to be mine?" you answer "Yes, Daddy." I buckle your collar around neck as your eyes fix on the bruise on your shoulder, "Daddy loves you very much." I have you bend over the desk and ask you to present your plug, you grab your cheeks and pull them apart. I slide my three fingers along your lips then grab the plug and twist it. You groan as I reach into my bag and cuff your hands behind your back. I reach into my bag and pull out your nipple clips. I bend over and bite your nipples to make them stand out. "Bend over until your clips touch the desk, now spread your feet wide, what a good girl." I slip a blindfold over your eyes and you are at my mercy. I take a ruler from the bag, line up and the first blow lands on your pussy lips. "I want you to count and say, "Thank you, Daddy." "One, thank you, Daddy." Two and three land without a pause, your knees almost buckle. You thank me and four lands and several seconds later you receive five. I reach down and your lips are now burning and your juices are running down your thighs. I spread your lips and grab your little clit and squeeze it hard. I tell you to stand up and the third clip closes its jaws around your clit with a gasp. All three clips are chained together. I take the flat of my hands and brush the nipple, gathered by your clips, "You look soo beautiful, Kitten!"
Our First Act
I gather the center ring of your chain and lead you by your clips over to the bed. I have you drape yourself across my lap and use my hand to spank you until you have a nice pink glow to your ass. You again count and thank me. You're squirming and grinding your pussy against my lap as each swat lands. Your lips are turning into a sodden mess. I slip two fingers into your pussy and accidentally brush your clit. Your orgasm shatters into a million rainbow pieces as you shudder and shudder. "It's so beautiful to see you cum, I love you."
As you begin to squirt, I throw you back and clamp my mouth onto your lips, which simply prolongs your orgasm, causing you to squirt even more as I drink our first orgasm together. I scoot back up your body, I lower myself to kiss you. You start licking your juices off of my face, mewing like a little Kitten with cream. I grab your jaw and force my tongue into your mouth and your passion flares.
I pull you up on the bed, your hands still behind your back, your head is down as I life your ass up. Poor thing, the blindfold means you still can't see what's coming. Bumping your knees apart I drag my cock along your lips and around your clit, then it's back down as I grab your hips and drive into your pussy in a single hard shove, you scream and try to twist off my shaft but I hold you, balls against your ass. The tears are running down your cheeks, and you say "One, thank you, Daddy!" I grab your hair and pull your head back for another kiss. After all these years, I cannot get enough. I draw all of the way out and drive it hard back in, "Two, thank you, Daddy!" I slap your hiney and you scream, "Three, thank you, Daddy!" I just start pounding your pussy, grabbing your clit chain and pulling it back and forth, causing you to scream and cum all over my cock.
I pull my cock out and I'm dripping with your juices. I move around to your head. I lift your head and squeeze your jaw as I slide my slimy cock into your mouth. It's slightly pink from your blood, I guess I was as brutal as you dreamed. You clean my cock with your mouth. Humming, the vibrations feel so good. I take your blindfold off and you look up at me, tear stains on your cheeks. I remove my cock from your mouth and swing around back in position. I grab your hips, line up on your pussy, again, and with a single lunge, I'm back "home." I rotate my hip in a circle and stir your pussy with my cock. You groan and press back against me. I'm squeezing your hip bones, I'm squeezing so hard, you know I've left two more sets of bruises.
I unclip your cuffs and tie you to the bed corners. I grab your legs, put your ankles behind your ears. You look into my eyes with a puzzled look which turns to fear as I pull your plug out. I hook your ankles together and take and set the head of my cock against your asshole. You scream, "No Daddy, you're too big for me," As I drop my weight behind my cock and jam myself into your tiny hole. You're twisting and crying. You haven't used your safe word, so you're still my toy! I'm only halfway in, so I pull back and drive in until my balls stop against your body. I unclip one of your hands and take two fingers and jam them into your bruised pussy, so you can feel me and what I'm doing to your poor honey. Your fingers take up slack, making your little hole even tighter around my cock. "You've had your cums, I'm not stopping until Daddy cums in your poor honey. I pull my cock out and slam back in, my cock is so dry, it's scraping your ass on each thrust. "Daddy, you're hurting me! Don't you love me?" You still haven't used your safe word, so the pain doesn't matter, does it? I'm driving into your ass so hard and fast, you just want it to stop. It's more than you imagined, more intense. I pull back and you feel something cold. The next time I drive in it's smooth, all you feel is the stretch and the fullness. This time, when I bottom out, you moan. It feels so good! "Daddy, my honey, love my honey, Daddy! I can feel Daddy in my honey! My honey loves Daddy!" Your body erupts in its first anal orgasm! It's rolling through your body. There are ripples moving up and down as you massage my cock with your involuntary contractions. As long, as I keep sliding in and out you keep cumming, you're out of control and cannot stop. I bend down and kiss you, you're fucking my mouth with your tongue. My head flares, stretching you out a bit more and then you feel my cream pouring into your ass. I unhook your last hand and you wrap your arms around me. I put your plug back in place, sealing my cum in your ass.
"Daddy, Daddy, I love you so much. I gave you my honey. I saved it for you and now you've had it! Tell me you love me, you loved taking my honey. It hurt so much and so good. I gave it to you. Love me, please Daddy!"I pull the blankets back and snuggle you. "I love you, Kitten. That was such a beautiful gift to share you're your Daddy, you're such a good girl." You're so worn out you just keep saying "I love you, Daddy" over and over again, like you're in shock. I shush you and stroke your hair, gentling you, softly saying, "Daddy loves his sexy, little Kitten" over and over until you doze in my arms.
