If Only

"Put it in," she said, turning her head and looking back over her shoulder, reaching back with her hand and guiding him in.

The entry was brutal, the physical assault unforgiving and delivered without mercy, nine-and-a-half-inches of swollen flesh pushing inside her burning heat, probing and penetrating, stretching the boundaries, filling her body with a force she'd never felt before.

"FUCK....YES....Oh Fucking YES....Oh Fuck," she screamed, breathing in urgent gasps of air, wriggling her hips and shuffling her feet, adjusting her body to the painful invasion.

FUCK ME. YES!!....YES!!!" she demanded, a repertoire of filthy curses echoing in the darkness, climbing to heights she never thought possible, pushing back against the brutal force, urging him on in pleading cries, in and out, back and forth, hard and fast, entering and retreating, slamming hard, thrusting and grinding, pushing in and pulling out, a leg-shaking, knee-trembling fuck, a tireless demonstration of give and take.

A submissive sigh, a vulva burning with desire, a body bruised and tortured, calming words stammered from a defeated mouth. "You're too big" she uttered. "You're hurting me," she begged. "Slow down," she pleaded, reaching back with a calming hand, her cries for compassion meeting grunts of disapproval.

Ignoring her pleas for calm, gripping her waist with both hands and quickening the pace, thrusting hard and pushing deep, joining and separating, the suggestion of persuasion increasing expectation, compelling urges stimulating the flow of desire, a body consenting to surrender, pushing back to meet the force, hard thighs battering against soft buttocks, skin smacking against skin, balls swinging recklessly, the unforgiving length and formidable girth plundering her inner depths, breaching and violating, using and abusing, battering and bruising her body, an uncompromising exhibition of coital interaction, a familiar display of two people fucking like a couple of dogs in the street.

Sensation followed sensation, bodies overflowing with a feverish passion, strained voices of contentment lost in the darkness, painful cries and panting gasps, moans and groans smothered under a fanfare of squeaking metal frames and files dropping to the concrete floor, screams turning into a chorus of obscenities, an endless fucking machine buried balls deep inside the vaginal vault, banging her portal of femininity, the growing urgency, the unrefined copulation of two people groaning out their pleasure in a commentary of filthy curses, pledges and promises bouncing in fading echoes off the walls, choking gasps for air spilling from a breathless mouth, a body shaking and shuddering, thrashing and trembling, her legs almost buckling, whispered moans and urgent groans growing into a crescendo of blissful emotion, a violent explosion sweeping through her body, an overwhelming release flooding her vulva and thighs, a turbulent orgasm consuming her body.

A pregnant pause and an awkward shuffle, vaginal fluids spilling in rivers down her thighs, reaching back with her hand and pulling him free from her hot interior, turning around and dropping on both knees, clutching the meaty column in both hands, feeling the weighty flesh pulsing between her fingers, working the length with vigorous determination, up and down, pulling and tugging, stretching the loose foreskin over the bulbous head, sweeping her tongue in playful circles around the ridge of the helmet, feasting on the sticky substance oozing from the small eye, easing him in between stretched lips, easing him out, sucking and blowing and swallowing deep, choking and gagging when she felt the straining flesh probing the back of her throat.

An uncomfortable shuffle on the floor, her knees protesting against the cold concrete surface, her eyes watering in a stifled gag, lifting her hand and brushing away a smearing of saliva from her chin, the brief distraction interrupted by his euphoric announcement and a generous amount of his sticky load spilling with careless disregard inside her mouth.

A pause and a gagging gasp, the quantity of emotional fluid splashing against the back of her throat threatening to stop her breathing, pulling the swollen limb from her mouth, each contraction only adding to the unforgiving mess smearing her face and hair.

A shameless smile looked up from the floor, an eager tongue embarking on an inquisitive trail around the sticky head, sweeping over the sensitive membrane, probing inside the small eye, a hungry mouth feasting on the precious nectar as if it was a lifesaving antidote.

After a quick re-arrangement of clothes and some creative repairs to her hair and lipstick they left the dark abyss of the cellar and went back to the office party.

Claire Simpson viewed the world through smiling eyes.

Like most eighteen year old teenagers her values in life depended on only four things. Shopping. Clubbing. Music and Boys. Nothing else mattered.

So when she accepted his invitation to dinner at the Italian restaurant in the town centre he was a little surprised when she consented with a few conditions.

"My parents have gone to Edinburgh for a few days to visit my grandmother, so before I do anything, I must go home to feed my dog," she declared, rather matter-of-fact, tilting her head to one side, pursing her bottom lip and mimicking puppy-dog-eyes.

"After I've showered and changed we can have a quick game of pool at the local leisure centre." she said, an innocent smile showing perfect white teeth.

"Can you play pool, Mark?" she asked, hiding the presumptuous request behind a smile.

Mindful that she had just told him that her parents had gone to Edinburgh for a few days prompted a cautious and compromising response.

"Can I play pool?" he answered, forcing a laugh. "It's only my favourite game," he lied.

The long panting tongue and a large wet nose of an excited golden Labrador greeted them both at the front door of Claire's house.

"His names Roxy," she volunteered. "He's our blind dog," she said, pulling his ears, kissing his head and smiling lovingly into his dark brown eyes.

After making a fuss over Roxy, he asked the obvious question.

"Is it your mother or your father who is blind?"

She rolled her eyes and tightened her lips trying not to let the hysterical giggles escape.

"No," she smiled, innocently. "Roxy can't see.... Roxy is blind."

"You shower and get changed," he offered, frowning at his stupidity and feigning a smile. "While you're doing that, I'll feed Roxy and then we can go."

An imposing glazed atrium at the rear of the leisure centre boasted a selection of six snooker tables and four pool tables and apart from a couple of spotty faced teenagers wearing t-shirts that looked like they hadn't seen a hot iron for quite some time, the place was quiet.

He carried their drinks from the bar, making sure he selected a table at a safe distance from the wrinkled t-shirts.

Taking two pool cues from the rack, leaning over the table and gathering the balls, her tighter-than-tight blue denim jeans hugging every teenage curve and leaving nothing to the imagination, a skilful hand splitting the balls into the triangle like a seasoned professional, beaming a heart-stopping smile across the table before handing him one of the cues.

"Ladies first," she announced, in a girlish giggle, placing the white ball on its spot, scanning the table, shuffling her feet and shifting her weight, bending over the table, his eyes gazing appreciatively at her shapely bottom and the unmistakable panty line blossoming beneath the tight fabric, her choice in underwear keeping his interest for a while.

Were they White...? Were they Red...? Or were they Black...?

As the game gathered speed he purposely looked away each time she bent over the table, trying to close the images of her figure hugging curves from his mind, trying to avoid an embarrassing tent inside his trousers.

"You win," he declared, forcing a smile and glancing at his watch, waiting for the right moment before lowering his hand beneath the table and tucking the offending object into a less obtrusive position.

"Let's go and get something to eat."

"Ok," she smiled triumphantly, returning the pool cues to the rack, unashamedly pulling a wedgie from her bottom.

There was a biting chill in the air and the car was cold, but thanks to June Chambers, the new thermostat would soon be warming the interior.

Ignoring the double yellow lines at the side of the road, pulling to a halt outside the Italian restaurant, stepping out of the car and taking her hand, the apprehension in her eyes and her demeanour confirming she was a little nervous about her first time in a restaurant.

A smartly dressed waiter with dyed black hair, a courteous smile and a spurious Italian accent brought the wine list and menu to the table.

"I've never been in a restaurant before," Claire whispered across the table, looking at a menu that she didn't understand. After a brief consultation to find out her preference in wine, he helped her with the usual protocols, his attention to deal with trivial issues of etiquette fuelling her youthful confidence. As the evening gathered speed and the wine and music softened the mood, they talked and smiled, flirted and laughed while he stole fleeting glances at her innocence and beauty.

"I can't remember a time when I've had so much fun and laughed as much," she said, lifting her glass in the air in a gesture of salute, her radiant smile lighting up the room.

Under the melodic chimes of clinking glasses, he told her that she was a beautiful young woman. It was one of the many complements he had given her during the course of the evening and although he knew she was flattered, she brushed them away modestly.

Claire Simpson was too innocent, too vulnerable and too naive.

She was considerate caring and emotional, the kind of person that would always give generously to homeless people, the type that required a large box of paper tissues whenever she watched 'It's a Wonderful Life,' at Christmas.

A young girl full of emotions, a young woman surrendering to the romantic atmosphere of the restaurant, too much alcohol fuelling a surge of Dutch courage, shifting uncomfortably in the chair and glancing nervously around the room, leaning over the table and pursing her lips, an innocent smile mingling with adolescent pride, conspiratorial whispers confessing her innocence.

She told him she was a virgin. She told him something he already knew.

They left the restaurant and headed for the car, the warm and friendly atmosphere of the restaurant suddenly replaced by a bitterly cold wind and a gaggle of foul mouthed teenagers kicking a metal can across the road.

Putting his warm jacket over her shoulders and discreetly removing a parking ticket from the car windscreen he pulled away from the restaurant leaving the can-kicking teenagers in a cloud of exhaust.

The long wet tongue and wagging tail of an excited Labrador, greeted them at the front door.

Bending on one knee he welcomed Roxy with a friendly hand and comforting words that made her smile, the cunning preamble an essential pretence to gain precious brownie points.

Claire opened the lid of the record player and carefully placed a selection of black vinyl discs on the chrome support, the static and crackle giving way to the soothing voice of Art Garfunkel singing 'Bridge Over Troubled Water.'

They stood in front of the coal fire, waiting for their bodies to warm, humming along to the music and making small talk, a blanket of hormonal chaos hanging over them, the closeness fuelling adrenaline and heightening expectation, heart beats racing and eyes flirting, both a little apprehensive, both wondering how the night would unfold.

The embrace spontaneous, the passion responsive, gentle and meaningful, her body warm and soft against his, the fragrance of perfume and the aroma of youth teasing his nostrils, peppering her neck with soft welcoming kisses of light affection, lips meeting in a heart melting kiss, tongues flirting in a gesture of romantic unity, probing and sweeping over teeth, twisting and twirling in a sensual ballet of flirtatious acquaintance, stealing her breath, stealing her heart, stealing his way into her pants.

A hesitant shuffle, a wash of confusion and uncertainty flooding her eyes, a frustrated sigh and a determined 'No' whispered between tight lips, an innocent smile betraying her inexperience, a guarded gesture carefully moving his hand from her breast.

In his pursuit for human sexual response experience had told him that 'No' can actually mean, NO! Definitely not, and don't try that again. But he was also aware that 'No' can sometimes mean 'No,' but give me a little more time because I'm thinking about it. Nevertheless he knew that if he wanted to get to the main course he would have to be extremely patient.

The coal fire crackled in the grate, the mood a little apprehensive, the sound of Simon and Garfunkel easing the tension and awkwardness, the brief interlude of caution evaporating in the burning embers, his reassuring and sympathetic voice making her feel special.

The kiss soft gentle and passionate, his warm lips embarking on a sensuous trail over her face, nose and forehead, gliding his tongue over her neck, infusing kisses and teasing her senses, a young woman shuddering and trembling, a virtuous face flushing with uncertainty, innocent eyes vague and confused, her breathing ragged and unsteady, the intimacy of touch, the arousal of flirtatious interaction, the acquaintance of experienced hands sweeping over shapely curves, caressing and probing, exploring undiscovered parts of her nimble body.

A teenager flooding in a sea of hormonal chaos, a purged mind swimming in an ocean of mixed emotions, indecision and uncertainty flirting with curiosity and excitement, innocence responding to impulsive urges, awakening with renewed enthusiasm, a searing heat spreading from her groin up to her breasts, neck and face, the static of arousal dancing between her legs, viscous fluids of passion building in her panties, a beating heart welcoming the intimacy, something inside begging for more, a submissive whisper of approval, tensing her body, responding to the closeness, moving her hips and opening her legs, an unspoken invitation of mutual expectation, a young virgin giving in to temptation.

A nervous shuffle on the sofa, a young woman alive with arousal and nervous anticipation, chemicals charging hormones, pulses racing and heart beats gathering speed, a thousand butterflies of pure uncertainty fluttering around inside her stomach, his nimble fingers working with a well-practiced skill, opening the buttons on her blouse and unclipping her bra, a hesitant hand reaching out but quickly retracted, inhibitions cast aside, caution swept away in a heartbeat, adolescence surrendering to the compelling forces of nature.

He smiled at her innocence, trying to gain her trust and lift her confidence, his reassuring smile and feather-light fingertips embarking on a mysterious journey, weaving a warm path over her smooth skin, cupping her small breasts, squeezing them gently in his hands, teasing the rosebud nipples in his mouth, nipping them gently between his teeth, impulsive gestures responding to the intimacy of touch, resignation making way for optimism, shifting her weight on the sofa, biting her bottom lip and closing her eyes, a tingling sensation exploding inside the pit of her stomach, arousal inflaming the flow of desire, the place between her legs getting hotter and hotter, her modesty starting to melt.

The springs squeaked under their weight as they slid off the leather sofa, joining Roxy on the floor, the sudden movement and unfamiliar noise making him stir, pricking his ears in a guarded growl, her sympathetic voice and comforting hand easing him back to sleep.

Two mouths meeting in a crushing kiss, tongues invading mouths, stealing each other's breath, two people driven by prolonged arousal, impulsive urges increasing stimulus, heart beats gathering speed, pulses racing and senses buzzing, impatient hands touching and feeling, fondling and groping, sweeping over curves, whispered moans chasing gasps, breathless pants joining in a muted chorus of vocal persuasion, two bodies swimming in a sea of hormonal chaos, two lovers riding the waves of emotions, lost in the heat of passion.

A shuffle, a movement, a reassuring closeness, a gesture of mutual intimacy, a courtship of touch and feel, softness pushing against hardness, primal urges flirting with expectation, opportunity responding to suggestion, moisture wetting her knickers and teasing her thighs, an aching vulva screaming for attention, a stomach fluttering with nervous anticipation, frustrated sighs guiding impulse, lifting her bottom from the floor, arching her back and opening her legs, offering her body in submissive capture, proclaiming her enthusiasm and her willingness to obey and surrender to his advances, a potent combination of intimacy and trust, the natural response of a young woman giving in to need.

The haunting sound of the zip coming apart and an eager hand reaching inside the waist of her jeans and pulling them down her legs to her feet, slipping his fingers inside her little red panties, watching them melt over her milky white thighs and smooth legs, divesting her of her final modesty, removing any indecision that she might have had.

The captivating vision of porcelain beauty silhouetted in the glow of the fire stealing the breath from his lungs, his eyes transfixed, staring in admiration at her unabashed nakedness, following a hypnotic trail, descending south over her youthful body, her sparkling blue eyes and innocent face, her small white breasts and nipples blossoming from dark areolas, the smooth hills and forbidden valleys, her toned stomach and cute little belly button, the neat butterfly folds peeking out through a whisper of silky pubic hair.

A throbbing muscle straining uncomfortably inside his pants, the warmth of his mouth dancing across sensitive skin, his talented tongue joining in the playful pursuit, sweeping over her stomach, bathing her naval and teasing her senses, a young body vibrant and alive, involuntary thrusts responding to the soul warming sexual union, moving her hips in a simulation of coital foreplay, a hand pulling recklessly at his hair, breathless whispers of approval spilling between tight lips, a young woman longing for physical acquaintance, a body responding to impulsive urges, a natural phenomenon beyond her control, a gesture of movement, an unspoken invitation, pulling his head down to her most precious place, the forbidden place of intimacy.

A jubilant smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, rejoicing in the power of surrender, victorious in the thrill of sexual conquest, basking in her beauty and innocence, breathing in the delicious aroma of sex, the odours of virtue, the refreshing sweet scents of floral perfumes and the essence of youth oozing from a vibrant body.

A skilled hand sweeping over undiscovered curves, caressing precious yielding textures, touching forbidden virgin flesh, feather light fingers barely touching the skin, dancing in melodic pulses over her soft inner thighs, parting the delicate lips, revealing the shy flaps and folds of unchartered sex.

Peeking out between virtuous thighs, the pubic swelling resembling the delicate wings of a butterfly, a swollen clitoris emerging from the sanctuary of the hood, sweeping his tongue in a sensuous trail over her stomach, dancing and swirling between her inner thighs, edging closer and closer to her sexual arena, pressing his chin against the pubic bone, feeling the silky smooth hairs slipping between his lips, blowing a whisper of warm air over virgin folds, teasing her virtue, bathing her clitoris in a wash of oral fluids, her sacred love petals opening like a flower in bloom, her warm oasis of pleasure welcoming his finger inside, probing and exploring her tight opening, reaching places she had never been touched before.