Bemma's Tale Ch. 01

Her heart was racing as she led Berto deeper into the woods. Through some miracle she had managed to keep them on a dry bath as she reached a clearing. The hut lay abandoned in the middle of the swampy mess they both called home. It wasn't pretty, but it would serve it's purpose for the next few minutes as both of them walked through the old splintered door frame. Once they were inside they both faced each other, with hand in hand.

Bemma liked what she saw, a young Cajee man that was cuter than most. Berto liked what he saw a typical Cajee girl, short, petite, brightly-colored hair, and a virgin. Fortunately for both of them, he wasn't a virgin. While Bemma was nervous, Berto was confident taking charge of the situation and putting her at ease. Their surroundings weren't the greatest, but that didn't mean this had to be just some quick romp away from prying eyes.

Bemma knew she was ready for this, her era of sexual innocence needed to end. Slowly she undid her belt and pulled her loose Cajee dress up and over. As she stood there naked, a feeling of uncertainty started to grow. Her hands clasped behind her back, and she did her best to avoid eye contact. Things seemed to pause as she stood feeling Berto's eyes on her. She couldn't take the silence anymore and finally spoke up in a quite tone.

"Sooooo, uh......wha....what do you think?"

Berto answered by pressing his body against her, and placing his rough hands on her cheeks. He gently lifted her head up until they were looking into each other's amber eyes. He smiled before answering.

"This is what I think."

His lips pressed against her lips in a soft kiss. Bemma's nervousness got the better of her as she quickly pulled away. She looked at his face and saw that same soothing smile staring at her. This time it was her that moved in, throwing her arms over his shoulders before placing her lips against his. Feeling his hard muscles built up from years of field labor excited her, and she wanted to see what he looked like without the tunic.

Her hands undid his belt, and let it fall to the floor. Slowly she lifted the tunic, getting even more excited feeling the backs of her hands rubbing against his solid abs. Once she got the top to chest level Berto did the rest. He pulled her in again and she couldn't help but smile. It felt so good and natural to feel their bodies against each other, skin to skin. What happened next felt even better as Bemma let out a pleasured gasp.

Two of Berto's fingers rubbed against her clit, bringing so much pleasure that she had to let out a small moan. Embarrassed by the noise she let out, Bemma bit her bottom lip and looked away. Berto used his free hand and gently turned her head until they were looking at each other again. He smiled and rubbed her cheek before speaking.

"You know you look so cute when you do that? But you don't have to be embarrassed Bem, I want you to feel good. It's just us here, you don't need to hide it."

The entire time her clit continued to be rubbed, growing engorged. She felt the first beads of lust start to leak past her dark lower lips. Finally she let down her guard, releasing another soft moan. Her hands began to rub against Berto's body, slowly at first until she was confident he didn't mind. Getting a bit more ambitious she slowly slid her hand down and rubbed against his bulge. Berto encouraged her to go further.

"It's alright Bem, you can touch it."

The way his voice sounded, she knew she could trust him as she slipped her hand into his pants. She couldn't help but smile, this was so new and exciting. He was so hard, and confident and she wanted more of him. Her hands started pulling down on his pants until they finally got low enough to reveal his cock and balls. Her heart was pounding as she realized she was finally staring at a real cock. All the stories, myths, and rumors hadn't really prepared her for this.

Both hands reached out and rubbed against his pale green cock. Her fingers glided across the whole veiny shaft until nervously rubbing against the head. She looked up hoping for some reassurance, which Berto was quick to give.

"That feels good, trust me."

Bemma smiled and struggle to come up with the right words.

"Uh.....I....thanks Berto....I'm just nervous."

Berto grabbed both of her hands and gave her a quick kiss.

"Bem it's normal to be nervous, but don't worry so much. I'll take care of you, just lie down on the bed."

Bemma didn't hesitate, she trusted him, and wanted this so bad. She kissed him one more time, and once her hands were released walked over to the bed. Without looking back, Bemma knew he was watching her with a combination of admiration and lust. It made her feel good knowing this man she had spent so many years dreaming about looked at her in such a way. She wasn't curvaceous but it didn't seem to matter, he wanted her as she was.

She slowly sat on the edge of the bed with her legs together. It was easy to feel the wetness between her thighs and the swelling of her lower lips. Berto let his pants fall to the floor as he walked to the bed. Bemma felt herself instinctually spreading her legs, presenting her opening to her mate. She crawled backwards further onto the bed, while Berto got between her spread legs. She felt so safe beneath her partner.

Berto's cock head rubbed against her wet and plump lips. Bemma used to be embarrassed by her pussy, but with this man that would soon be her man, it didn't matter. If he liked her body, than she liked it. Soft prodding of her pussy only got her more excited, and she was tempted to wrap her legs around him and pull him in. As much as she wanted to kiss her maiden days goodbye, she also appreciated his gentle caring approach.

Berto stopped prodding and spoke to her. "Well here we are. You sure you want this? I don't want you to feel pressured."

Bemma wanted this more than anything else in her life. Ideas of the future rushed through her head, a cute little Cajee cottage, productive fields, and of course lots of young ones running around. Her aspirations were the same as all her friends, shaped by tradition. The man you had sex with was the one you married, and you better have a big family. As her anticipation reached dangerous levels her final thoughts before it began were how lucky she was that her man was someone like Berto.

She answered with a almost begging tone. "Berto yes I want this, I want you, I want it all. Give it to me please, be my man."

And give it to her he would, as he shifted his weight, and began pushing his cock in. Bemma felt the broad head now slick with her juices parting her lips. The stretching felt amazing, but it was definitely taking some work with how tight she was. Finally it was so close just a little more and she would be a real woman. At last with her heart ready to explode from excitement it happened, bright lights, yelling,....a bad smell?

Bemma opened her eyes, and looked around at her surroundings. With her body still under her blanket she slid her hand between her legs and felt the wetness.

She whispered to herself "damn it not again."

She always seemed to wake up before the good stuff happened. Unfortunately for her there had been no cute cottage and cute man with a nice dick and the skills to use it. Instead there was only this smelly flophouse she'd been staying in for a few weeks. The worst part of all was her dream wasn't even a memory, but a complete fantasy. Her real first time had been a awkward 2 minutes of rough pumping, before she panicked and pulled away from him.

A man that was crude, ugly, and didn't know what he was doing. The type of bad sex that makes you second guess everything about your future. Bemma had decided in that moment that she wasn't marrying this guy, and definitely wasn't carrying his kids. Her chance of keeping the whole encounter a secret lasted a few minutes back at her home. Her mom could smell the sex on her and the pressure to marry was getting piled up.

Well that was all ok Bemma thought to herself as she got dressed. If her family and so called friends couldn't understand her desire to be with someone she was actually compatible with, then that was their loss. After she got dressed she stopped in front of the one mirror in the flophouse. Even if the mirror was cracked she still thought she looked cute dressed as she was. The Cajee dresses of old that seemed to cover ever part of a woman were no more, and it felt good as she left for work.

She was in a new country, with new customs, and experiences. She was a foreigner, a immigrant who felt lost at times, but going home wasn't an option. Bemma wasn't going to just settle for life as a farmers wife, she wanted to make something of herself. Sure things were starting out slow, but at least she had a job, and wasn't sleeping on the street. The factory wouldn't be forever, but she promised herself her new found freedom would be.

-Art was commissioned from drjdfh-