Tamara Sable was not always the woman many men (and women, for that matter) knew and loved… And this is the story of her first sexual experience.
Tamara was young, and lived on an isolated colony far on the outskirts of the Directorate. This place had been long ignored by the Regime, and thusly, it had fallen into a more or less primitive state.
Tamara was a bastard child, and her mother exiled from the society of the World, as it was called, for her sin. Tamara was raised by the Temple of Iliah, an extreme version of the more philosophical religion of the contemporary Dirandan culture. The elders felt that the only way the girl could free herself of the stain placed upon her by her sinful birth, was in service to the Temple, the rest of her natural life…
As she grew, it soon became clear to see that Tamara was a very beautiful girl and would become a very beautiful woman. The high priests and priestesses of the Temple watched her closely as her body filled out into that of a woman, and they didn't like it. She was inciting lustful thoughts in the young acolytes of the Temple, as well as in the older priests and priestesses…
Tamara continued her service to the priests and priestesses of the Temple as she had always done, unaware of her effect on them.
As she grew to womanhood, Tamara realized one thing. The Temple was not as chaste as it pretended to be to the community at large. Priests were known to take young women and men into their beds quite often, and the priestesses were no better. However, sex was not a thing discussed in the cloistered halls of the Temple. Servants and acolytes were restricted to their cells at night, and if they were caught roaming the halls, were disciplined… Nobody knew what 'disciplined'
meant and Tamara was not anxious to find out.
However, things became complicated one day, when she found herself alone in a corridor with one of the arrogant, younger priests. As she walked, she noticed him looking at her with frankly lustful eyes.
For the young man, it was difficult to not stare at the serving girl, clad as she was, in only a thin white shift that left her shoulders bare and draped enticingly from her firm breasts, shifting slightly as she walked. Her nipples stood out against the sheer material, and he felt his manhood stirring the longer he stared at them. Her long, silky, dark red hair tumbled down her back, almost touching her rounded bottom.
She stopped and looked at him. "What are you staring at?" she asked.
He also stopped. When she turned to face him, he could see the round outlines of her large breasts under the shift, the dark circles of her nipples clear against it.
He wanted to touch her, to feel those breasts under his hands, to push himself up against her, to thrust himself inside her … he knew she would be hot, and throbbing, and oh, so wet! The other women in the Temple he'd allowed to share his pleasures would pale in comparison to taking this fresh, young, serving girl…
He smiled. "I was admiring your body, Tamara. I hadn't noticed before how blessed you are."
Tamara frowned. "What do you mean, blessed?" she said coolly. "I'm cursed, to hear High Priest Wentar-"
"Oh believe me, Tamara, you're not. Not with those lovely, large, round tits of yours, and that tight, firm ass. I'm sure the rest of your body is equally as attractive." He stepped forward, and reached toward her, "Why don't you let me see it all?"
Tamara looked at him in shock. This man, this supposedly holy man, was proposing that she take her shift off and let him look upon her body. A body, as High Priest Wentar was fond of saying, was the result of her mother's 'sin'. He tugged at the catch to her shift, and it came free, the material puddling at her bare feet. Tamara looked at the gown on the floor, then at the priest. He was smiling, his brown eyes shining with lust. His chest was heaving, as though he'd run a race, and there was a noticeable bulge in the front of his robe. Tamara backed up. He followed, grabbed her, and crushed her to him. She felt the hardness that was his erection pressing up against her, and she panicked.
She pushed him away, grabbed her shift, and ran, fastening the clasp as she went.
"Damn," the young man said.
* * * *
Tamara's mother was a lovely woman named Selana. Her father had been, in fact, one of the High Priests of the Temple, and when Selana became pregnant from one of their unions, Selana threatened to tell who the baby's father was. She thought she'd made a deal with the Temple, but after Tamara was born, High Priest Wentar told Selana that if she didn't become his lover, he would have her exiled for having a bastard child. Selana refused, and she was exiled.
* * * *
Tamara was very annoyed by the encounter with the priest. She decided, when she did have sex for the first time, it wouldn't with someone as unsuitable as that young man. She had realized, early on, of course, that sex was a thing she did most want to experience, no matter what the Temple said about pleasure being a
'sin'. She also knew how much pleasure could be found by herself, touching her most sensitive places, imagining a man's body beside her. She'd seen the undraped male form, and knew how deceptive it could be … for she'd watched the young men give themselves pleasure, and longed to do the same for a handsome, sexy man, who would claim her as his own.
Her mother, she knew, had been wronged. She'd experienced life and pleasure through sexual expression and it had eventually gotten her exiled. Tamara was determined not to have the same thing happen to her.
But Tamara was terribly uninformed. Since sex was supposedly taboo, she'd never seen it, or even had a vague idea what actually happened when two people made love. She realized she simply had to experience sex firsthand, so to speak, and unfortunately the choices she had were not much to pick from.
However, the young priest, who was called Tryan, didn't give up. After that first look at her naked body, he was determined to have Tamara Sable. He watched her bathe in the secluded spring near the Temple, he followed her around, and brought her friends into his bed to get close to her.
He finally came up with a plan. He would sneak into her cell at night, when she was asleep, lock the door, and fuck her as many times as he was able.
Meanwhile, the Directorate, after a violent change of government, was sending out ships to the periphery worlds to reclaim them, and find out their status.
Finally, after a great Moon Ritual, the people of the Temple were exhausted, and had retired to their respective quarters. Tryan chose this night as the night he would take Tamara.
Tamara, however, wasn't sleepy. She finally got up, and, braving the mysterious
'discipline' restriction, began to wander around the Temple. It looked so different at night. Even the sounds were different. Like the soft moaning coming from somewhere around the sanctuary. She listened closer. What kind of animal made those staccato, gasping moans? It almost sounded like a person. Curious, Tamara walked through the courtyard adjacent to the sanctuary, but there were no animals there at this time of night, not even the normal cats. No, the sounds were coming from inside the building. And now, she could hear other noises… a grunting sound, and a lower pitched moan. She walked quietly to the door. There were people in there… But what were they doing?
As she crept in among the shadows of the soaring chamber, the moans, gasps and grunts became louder and louder. The acoustics of the room amplified the noises and as Tamara approached the altar, she saw the two figures she'd seen from the doorway clearly. She stifled a gasp.
The High Priest, Wentar, leaned over the naked body of the High Priestess, Alyani, sucking on her breasts, while she moaned and writhed beneath him. His robe was askew, and Tamara could see the size of his erection, as Alyani's hand rubbed it vigorously. Tamara licked her warm, dry lips, as she watched them.
By day, these two were the biggest prudes in the Temple! But watching them enjoy tasting and caressing each other's bodies, stirred a hot fire within Tamara's untouched body. She leaned back against the wall, her eyes wide.
"Fuck me, Wentar…" the woman breathed harshly, pulling the man by his manhood towards her waiting body. She spread her legs wide, and Tamara could see Alyani's soft female lips dripping and glistening in the candlelight. Wentar moaned as he looked at her. A smile widened his full lips as he pulled himself from her grasp.
"Not yet, my little whore…" he purred.
Tamara couldn't believe this! It was fantastic! She felt a dampness between her legs as she leaned forward. She could smell the scent of their passion-drenched bodies, and it was musky, unmistakable, since she'd smelled it before … from her own explorations and the scent the young men gave off as they stroked themselves, just like what Wentar was presently doing over Alyani's ruby lipped mouth.
"I want you to suck me…" Wentar growled. He thrust his member between the woman's lips, and began to move his hips back and forth, thrusting in and out of her mouth. Alyani moaned, tugging at her bouncing breasts.
Tamara put a hand to her own breast, rubbing it as her other hand sought underneath her gown, plunging into the hot, damp recesses of her being. A low moan escaped her lips as she mimicked Wentar's thrusts into the waiting mouth of his High Priestess. The two religious leaders were too caught up in their own forbidden pleasures to notice Tamara.
"Stop!" Wentar commanded, pulling out of Alyani's mouth suddenly.
Interested, Tamara waited breathlessly, to see what delicious thing they would do next.
"Fuck me…" Alyani moaned. "Please…."
Wentar laughed. "You know I like it when you beg me, Aly. Beg me again…"
His tone was harsh, and it caught Tamara off guard.
But Alyani was smiling wickedly. As the priest rose, she crawled to her knees, her head level with his hips. She shook back waves of long, black hair, and batted her green eyes coyly. She touched his manhood with a long finger, the tapered nail scraping gently along the length of it. A visible shudder went through Wentar. His low gasp brought the hairs on the back of Tamara's neck to stand on end.
"Oh, please … please …. please fuck me…" Alyani breathed, her ruby red lips inches away from his throbbing erection. Drops of clear liquid appeared on its head, and Alyani slowly licked them off.
Tamara ventured to the very edge of the shadow that hid her from their view, and watched, her own pink lips open as she watched Wentar kneel, slowly pushing himself into Alyani's body. So that's how it's done! Then Wentar began to thrust into her, back and forth, faster and faster. Tamara's own body was reacting to his movement, and she could feel her own wetness running down her legs, but she didn't care. Her hand had brought one full breast out of her sleeping gown, fondling it as she watched her two supposedly pious spiritual leaders fucking each other as though they did this every day.
They do, she realized as she watched them.
Alyani was screaming, and Wentar was groaning.
Probably every night!
"Fuck-fuck-fuck…." Alyani screamed, over and over.
Tamara moaned, feeling a trembling inside her as she stroked herself. A fire spread from her loins to her stomach, to her feet, and she became unsteady on them. She was panting as she watched Wentar's body go rigid, and Alyani's began to tremble uncontrollably. Wentar gasped, and collapsed on top of Alyani.
Tamara moaned again, and tumbled to the floor, into the circle of light cast by the candles.
After a moment, Alyani said, "What was that?"
Tamara, lost in pleasure, nonetheless, froze.
Wentar looked up. "We aren't alone," he said quietly.
Tamara's eyes opened up, and she found herself looking directly into the eyes of the two naked spiritual leaders. She slowly stood up, adjusting her sleeping gown under the voracious gaze of the man and the woman.
"Thank you," she said softly. "That was very educational." And she turned, running into the shadows, before they could collect themselves enough to come after her.
* * * *
The Directorate had landed on the World two days ago. And it was, they discovered, very unhappy about being found and forced back into the Directorate.
They declared it a hostile colony, and began martial steps to reclaim it. When they arrived in the Temple's province, they approached the planet's spiritual center with caution. Expecting to take the World's leaders, the High Priests and Priestesses, as their hostages against the compliance of the citizens, a crack team was dispatched at night to retrieve them.
Blissfully unaware of their impending doom, since their primitive lifestyle forbade any kind of electronic communication, the Temple's people slept (and otherwise…).
* * * *
Tamara was able to run back to her room unseen, which was good for her, since she was still flush and wet from her encounter in the sanctuary. She crept into her tiny cell, and shut and bolted the door. As she collapsed into her bed, she knew she must escape this place and try out what she'd seen for herself.
A shadow moved by her window.
She looked up. Nothing was there now, had she been seeing things on top of everything else? No. Perhaps it had been Wentar, she'd seen the look of lust in his eyes as she stood, her gown in disarray, her breast exposed. Even though she'd seen more of the High Priest that night than she supposed many had, she did not want to have that man's hands on her body, touching her the way he'd touched Alyani. That brought another thought. Alyani. Perhaps it had been her at the window. A shiver went through Tamara's body. Alyani was lovely, with black hair and green eyes, and a perfect body. That was the main reason she'd become High Priestess in the first place, since she looked like the Goddess Iliah. Alyani had looked at her with the same hunger she'd seen in Wentar's eyes. Tamara wondered what it would feel like to have Alyani's hands on her body, caressing her, her lips on her skin, kissing her…
Thump!
Tamara sat up in her bed.
The window was opening, and a dark figure climbed in.
"Who is that?" Tamara asked.
The figure rose up, and became a man. He was muscular, with dark hair such as Tamara had only seen on women of her culture, and he was handsome. Gods!
She'd never seen such a beautiful male before! He seemed as though he'd stepped from her dreams, instead of from real life. He was clad in a stylized tunic the color of stormy skies, with a burgundy trimming, and his pants were fitted, with a stripe the same color as his tunic trim running down the side. He held a black object in his hand, which he lowered as soon as he saw her.
"Gods," he breathed, "I didn't expect anyone to be in here, the plan says these are all storage rooms."
Tamara stood up. His eyes widened as he caught a full view of her. Her sleeping gown had slipped down, baring one shoulder, the mounds of her breasts barely covered by the neck of the thing. Her nipples were erect and standing out against the material. The hem of the gown hit just below her hips, baring a good amount of shapely leg. He let his gaze move over her, coming to rest on her lovely face. A smile curved his lips. He tossed the rifle he'd been holding on a nearby chair.
"So, why are you sleeping in a storage room?" he asked her.
She smiled. "It's not a storage room, my gorgeous who-ever-you-are, it's the room I've had since I was a child. I work as a servant in this Temple. Your 'plans'
must have been wrong."
His grin widened. She didn't seem at all frightened by his appearance, and in fact, seemed to welcome it. As she stepped toward him, her breasts moved against the material of her gown. His eyes followed them, and he licked his lips. "My name is Aaron, what's yours?"
Tamara tried the sound out on her lips. "Aaron. Mm. I like that." It seemed perfect. This man, wherever he came from, was perfect. "My name is Tamara,"
she said.
Aaron watched as she approached him. "Tamara," he said, "Lovely." He could feel the effect her presence was having on him. It made him almost forget the reason he had come here in the first place. After all, he was this mission's leader!
But, as this woman stepped closer to him, he felt a heat building inside him that urged him to take her in his arms, and…
Tamara touched his face. "I don't know where you came from, or why, Aaron, and I don't care. You're not from the World, and that's all that matters."
Aaron grabbed her hand, forcing it from his face. "Why?"
"I've been waiting for you my entire life," she said, slowly, sensually licking her lips.
He smiled. "I think I know what you want." The mission be damned! He hadn't had a woman in weeks, and here was one, a damned sexy one, offering herself to him. Her breasts touched up against his chest as she stepped closer. A warm, sexy scent rose from her body, and Aaron knew, if he touched that soft, silky flesh, it would be hot.
"Yes," she said, as he wrapped her in his arms. "Teach me. I want to know everything…"
Aaron registered mild surprise. "You haven't-"
Tamara laughed, low, innocently seductive. "Not yet. Now. I've waited so long…"
Aaron considered this as his lips found hers, kissing her with a lusty possessiveness that surprised him. If this girl was a virgin, she'd sure done her research well. The way her body undulated against his as he pressed her into him, the sweetness of her wet, steamy mouth, the firmness of her round breasts as they rubbed against his chest, certainly wasn't the sign of an untried woman. He hesitated. Perhaps he ought to be careful-
Tamara's low moan caught him. "No," she said. "Don't treat me like a crystal sculpture. Treat me like a woman."
Aaron looked into her eyes. "I tend to be rough," he warned.
Tamara smiled. "I like it rough," she purred. "Do what you will with me. I'm yours."
Aaron grinned wickedly. "Alright. But remember, I warned you."
With that, he ripped the gown from her body. Tamara gasped as his head came down on one of her breasts, catching the nipple in his teeth, and nipping at it. "Oh
… yes…" He began to suck her nipple, pulling at it as she leaned back in his arms.
"Oh … please… Suck me, Aaron, I want to remember what it feels like!"
"Gods, Tamara…" he muttered, "I love your tits!"
Tamara laughed, jiggling said tits erotically in his face. He moaned.
"Yes…" she said softly, "I've been told I have been blessed with big, beautiful tits. I agree."
Aaron laughed. "I can suck other parts of you as well, Tamara…"
"Then do it," she growled. "Suck every part of my body if you desire to. Lick me, touch me … fuck me…"
Aaron smiled at the sound of her lust roughened voice. He gave both nipples a final tug, and pulled her back up to face him.
"Now, Tamara, lay back on your bed, and let me show you how one 'eats'
another…"
"'Eats'?" she questioned, with a secretive smile. "If that's what I think it is, then that's wicked and evil…"
Aaron narrowed his eyes uncertainly. He knew the religious beliefs of these people were orthodox, but…
Tamara laughed then, and flopped down on her bed. "Let's do it!" she said passionately. "The more evil and wicked the Temple considers it, the more I want to!" His eyes widened as she spread-eagled herself in front of him, exposing her dripping wet femaleness. "Eat me, Aaron, until you're full of me…"
He grinned. Kneeling at the foot of her bed, he grabbed Tamara by the ankles, and pulled her down so that her buttocks rested against the end of the mattress, her feet on the floor. She giggled, and he watched with pleasure as she put hands to her breasts, expertly fondling them. "Now, my dear, for the feast…" he whispered, and before she had time to comprehend what he'd said, he put his face to her crotch, and began licking her.
Tamara gasped out loud. Oh, that felt like – like – like nothing – she'd ever felt before! When he was done licking her entire area, with a suspiciously villainous chuckle, Aaron took her into his mouth, and began sucking her! He made sensual slurping noises as he sucked and teased her small sensitive bud with his lips and tongue. She moaned loudly, squirming under his expert ministrations.
Aaron tasted the sweetness of her female juices as he sucked and licked them out of her. He felt the stirrings of his own desire, no, lust, as his body reacted to her closeness, the taste of her, the feel of her, the smell of her. He was harder than he'd been in a long time, and he felt an urge to bury himself deep within this woman, who even now, he was fucking with his tongue. Her moans of pleasure were becoming louder, as she wiggled around on the bed.
Tamara felt a sizzling current race from between her legs to all points of her body at once, and she gasped sharply. It boiled within her, and suddenly exploded in a searing blaze of ecstasy. Tamara screamed.
Aaron laughed.
Neither of them cared if anyone had heard her.
Aaron walked over to Tamara's side, and sat down on the bed next to her. Tears were running down her face, but she was smiling at him.
"Aaron … that was … fantastic."
He kissed her, his hand playing with her breasts. "There's more … much more…"
Slowly, she sat up, trembling. "More. Oh, Aaron, I know there's more. Show me."
He quickly unfastened his uniform tunic, tossing it to the floor. His t-shirt followed after, baring his smooth, muscular chest to her eyes. Tamara smiled as she saw the large bulge in the front of his fitted charcoal grey pants. She reached a hand out to touch it, and found it as hard as she thought it would be. Aaron smiled.
"Do you like the way I feel, Tamara?" he asked huskily.
"Yes," she breathed, brushing her hand over the hard length hidden by smooth material.
"Do you want to see me?"
"Yes."
Standing, Aaron shucked his pants in a heartbeat, and turned to face her, as naked as she. Tamara gasped with fascination. Oh, she'd certainly seen naked men before, but none looked the way Aaron did! Smooth corded muscles covered his virile body, not an ounce of fat on him anywhere. And his manhood swelled unrestricted before her appreciative eyes. He was indeed more beautiful than any man she'd ever seen before.
"Touch me if you want to," Aaron said, his low voice rough, yet gentle, as he watched her reaction to him.
Tamara did as she was bidden, without reservation. She had been waiting forever to touch a man in this way. His sigh was so full of pleasure as her soft hands began caressing him, that she thought for a moment he'd die of it. The skin was silky, and slid like velvet along a steel shaft. Tamara smiled with delight as her hand movements alone brought drops of liquid to the head. Thinking of the scene she'd witnessed earlier, she put her lips to him, licking off the drops.
"Tamara!" he exclaimed in passion thickened surprise.
A low, sexy giggle answered him as she kissed him, then slid him slowly between her lips. A long, low moan came from Aaron. She began sliding her mouth along his shaft, feeling the silk-like skin slide with her. This was utterly fascinating! And so totally erotic … she felt herself getting wetter as she did this incredible thing to him.
"Tamara … kit … suck on me…" came his voice from above her, as soft as a whisper, yet as hard as crystal.
Suck on him? Wow, good idea! She began to suckle his manhood, as he'd earlier suckled her. A low groan came from him, and he began to rock his hips back and forth. She sighed.
"Gods … yes … oh yes…"
Tamara let her hands explore, finding his tight, muscular butt, and squeezing it as he pumped her mouth. She gave a low moan.
Aaron began to move faster, groaning at the sensations her hot mouth and soft, velvety tongue were creating within him. He'd grabbed her shoulders, holding her still while he pushed at her.
"Yeah, Tam … let me fuck your mouth," he whispered, pounding into her while she sighed and moaned, enjoying this as much as he was.
"Mm…" she said.
The harder he moved, the louder Tamara moaned. His body began to tremble, and he looked down at her. "I-I'm going to come – do you want me to pull out?"
Tamara put her hands to him, shaking her head. A low giggle came from her as she sucked at him, hard, and he gasped.
That did it. Aaron exploded into her mouth, filling her with his seed. She swallowed the warm, musky stuff, rivulets running out of the corner of her mouth, and down her chin. As he pulled out, Tamara took a finger to catch the liquid, making sure she had his attention when she slowly licked it from her finger, her pink tongue making long, sensuous strokes over her skin.
Aaron moaned softly as his member stiffened again. Gods, this woman was a fucking turn-on! He had to take her back with him!
"Now what?" she asked softly.
He knelt in front of her, putting his mouth to her breasts. She moaned as he sucked her, harder than ever, kneading her other breast with a warm hand. She wiggled.
"Now…" he breathed from the valley of her cleavage, "Now, my dear, we fuck."
Tamara felt a shiver of excitement rush through her at the sound of the word
"fuck"… she moaned again. "Do it, Aaron. Fuck me," she whispered, loving the sound of her own passionate voice. "Fuck me," she said again, smiling.
He pushed her back on the bed, and positioned himself over her. His manhood was stiff and throbbing as he lowered it towards her hot, sweaty, trembling body.
She watched him as he rubbed the head of his cock against her, and she began to pant. Then he shoved himself to the hilt in her steamy, wet body, and she gasped, the gasp turning into a low moan.
The door to her room silently slid open, and a figure slipped inside. He stared, in shock, at the scene on the bed. Tamara was naked, moaning, writhing under an unknown dark haired man, who was pounding into her with his rock-hard erection.
The scent of sex was heavy in the room, and the unseen visitor gaped as he watched Tamara squirm, her breasts jiggling erotically as the man above her slammed her repeatedly, groaning with pleasure. Tamara was pulling at her own nipples, licking her soft lips, moaning unashamedly.
The new arrival, Tryan, found himself hardening despite the fact that he was furious beyond measure that someone else had gotten her first. He watched her voraciously, itching to get his hands on her, to fuck her the way the dark haired man was fucking her right now. He rubbed himself as he watched them. Her deep moans of pleasure were having their effect on the dark haired man as well, and he groaned loudly.
"Tam, Tam, I'm going to come…" he said in a roughened voice, "I'm going to fucking come inside you… You'd better be ready…"
"Gods… Yes, Aaron … fuck me … fuck me… I want to feel you come inside me…" she moaned, her words setting off dark spirals of pleasure in Tryan as he watched, hidden now, behind a dresser in the corner. He pulled his manhood out of his tunic, and began to stroke it as he watched.
Aaron's body trembled, and he gave a loud, long moan, shooting himself inside her. She gasped at the feel of it, and moaned herself. Aaron collapsed beside her on the bed. Tamara languidly gazed back at him.
"That was fantastic," she whispered. "Now that I know what sex is really like, I'm convinced that I must have more of it." She gave a soft giggle. "I love it."
Aaron laughed. "I want to take you with me when we leave this planet, Tam.
You can experience so much more than this place has to offer."
"Yes!" Tamara shouted, "Take me with you, Aaron. I want to leave."
He tweaked her nipple, and smiled. "First, I have a job to do, then I'll come back here for you. Can you leave tonight?"
"Yes, oh yes," Tamara gasped with joy, kissing him hard and passionately on the lips, "I'll be ready."
Aaron reluctantly sat up. She followed him. He began gathering his clothes from the floor, dressing while she watched him. When he was back in uniform, Aaron grabbed his rifle from the chair, and turned to face her. He couldn't resist leaning over, and suckling her nipples one last time before kissing her mouth. "I'll return soon, I promise," he whispered, and climbed back out, the way he came.
Tamara sat staring at the window, rubbing her aching nipples thoughtfully.
Then, with a sigh of pure joy, she flopped back onto her bed. Her body tingled sensually from all the attention he'd given her, and she felt sleepy, so she let her eyes drift closed. Only for a moment, then I'll prepare to leave this place once and for all…
* * * *
The next thing she was aware of, was a mouth, sucking at her nipples. She smiled.
"You're back, so soon…" she purred, arching her body so his hands could grip her better, "Oh, gods … fuck me again, before we go…"
A low, "Mmm…" came from between her tits and she giggled.
She felt a hard male member pry her legs open, and she moaned. "Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me hard… Please…" she put her hand to her soft, throbbing pussy, "Oh, I'm so, wet for you…"
Lips grazed hers, and she was impaled on a velvet shaft, over and over. She moaned, feeling her breasts move with each thrust. But something was different about this time. It was as pleasurable as the first, but, as Tamara rocked her body against his, she realized, this wasn't Aaron!
A loud, gasping moan came from the man above her, and she recognized him.
Tryan! He was the one fucking her now! But apart from being disgusted, as she thought she would, the very fact that he was here, slamming himself into her over, and over … it was wickedly erotic!
"Oh … Tryan…" she moaned, his name on her lips rich and full. She gyrated her hips beneath him. "Fuck my mouth first…" He stared at her a moment in shock.
She giggled, knowing her tits wiggled enticingly. "Please, Tryan, fuck my mouth.." she moaned.
Tryan pulled his member from her wet, female lips., and pushed it between her pink mouth's lips with a grin of immense satisfaction. So he wasn't the first. He still had his chance to fuck her silly… And as her lips closed around his cock, he shuddered. Her tongue was brushing the head of his shaft as though she were an expert at this! Her fingers rubbed his smooth skin against his rock-hardness, and her lips slurped at the slick wetness that covered him. She pulled him out of her mouth just long enough to whisper, "I like the way my juices taste on you, Tryan…
It makes me so wet…"
He moaned. "Let me fuck your mouth, Tamara, I like it in there…"
She slipped her lips over his cock, sliding it slowly into her hot, wet mouth, taking as much of it's considerable length in as she could. She let him slide in and out of her mouth, feeling his balls slapping her chin, as he moved faster and faster.
She sucked at him as he entered her, loving the sharp sound he made as she pulled on him with her own suction.
Tryan moaned. He pounded Tamara harder as his orgiastic pleasure mounted.
His moans became louder, and she pulled him out just as he exploded with a fountain of white liquid on her face and ample chest. She smiled, licking the whiteness from her lips, rubbing it into her skin, fondling her breasts. He backed off, watching her. Her hands worked her nipples, which became like pebbles under her touch. She kneaded the large globes, rubbing his juices into them, squirming as she did.
With a grin, he put his lips to her nipple, pulling at it with his teeth, hearing her gasp of pleasure as he chewed on her. His cock was hardening as he sucked her tits, and he knew he'd slam into her pussy soon. Her hand found him.
"Gods, you're huge," she said. "I've never seen one so big."
Tryan looked up at her. "You've seen one before?" he asked, interested.
"I used to watch the young men pleasure themselves," she said, unashamedly.
He laughed, looking at her breasts. "Well, I haven't seen breasts like yours in a long time, Tamara. They're quite large, and firm and I've wanted to touch them ever since I first saw you." He grabbed a soft globe in his hand, kneading it.
"Especially since the day I saw them for myself."
He put his mouth to her, sucking her. She moaned.
"Tamara, I'm going to fuck you now," he finally whispered, changing position, his erection at the ready. "I'm going to do it hard and fast, and I'm not going to stop until I'm quite finished with you… Understand?"
Tamara moaned at the sound of his harsh voice. She nodded a split second before he entered her. His frenzied pounding was nothing like what she'd previously experienced… He slammed her hard, his hips grinding as he drove his member into her soft body. Tamara gasped and moaned, her body moving as he moved within it. The bed was banging against the wall in time with his banging against her. His groans were getting louder, and louder.
"Oh gods, Tamara! I want to fuck you! I want to fuck you hard! Do you want me to?"
"Yes…" she moaned.
"Then say it!" he ordered, slamming his shaft ever faster, and harder into her.
"I want you to fuck me, Tryan!" she screamed, "Fuck me hard! Gods, fuck me!
Please!"
Tryan was moving as fast as he could, and he began to tremble. He groaned, and Tamara knew what was coming. She smiled. When he exploded, she moaned, soft, and low and long. Spent, Tryan collapsed on top of her, enjoying the feel of those huge tits of hers mashing against his chest. A soft gasp escaped her.
"You were every bit as incredible as I imagined you'd be," he told her. "Your body was made for this kind of thing." His lips claimed hers, and she let him taste his own juices as she kissed him back.
"I love this," Tamara said. "I think I'm addicted to sex."
Tryan rolled off her, gazing at her damp, naked body. "I want you to stay here, and let me show you all the pleasures of sex … there are people who would just love to meet you, sexy Tamara."
Tamara looked at him. "How do you know-"
"I was here when he fucked you. I wanted to be the first, but he stole you from me."
Tamara's lips dropped open. "You – you watched us?"
He grinned. "Damned erotic too."
She felt new dampness between her legs at the thought of Tryan watching Aaron and Tamara's sex play. She moaned. "You liked it, huh?"
"I jerked myself off just watching the two of you."
She thought about that, as well. He was looking down, between her legs, and smiling.
"Your pussy's getting wet again, Tamara. Do you like the idea that I watched another man fuck you?"
She moaned softly. He laughed.
"I watched him slide his long, hard cock into your wet, hot pussy…" he whispered feverishly in her ear, accompanied by a long moan from her. "I watched him pound you and pound you as you screamed under him."
Her hand slid slowly down her smooth stomach towards her increasingly wet female flesh. He chuckled. "Your tits were bouncing as he went in, and out and in, and out… You were wiggling around, and you loved it… The harder he slammed you, the more you wanted it…"
Tamara's fingers found herself, and were poking in and out as he spoke. She began to writhe. His lips took a nipple, sucking on it.
"I watched you, Tamara," he said, raising his head to look at her. "I stroked myself, and wished it were me inside you like that, probing you, fucking you…"
Tamara gasped, waves of sensation crashing over her body just then, and she screamed. He laughed, watching her body's trembling finally cease.
"Words…" she whispered. "Even words can be erotic."
He nodded. "Now, we'll-"
"Tryan!" came a yell from outside the room. He looked up. One of the sentries he'd placed to insure nobody bothered them.
"What?" he snapped irritably. "I'm busy!"
There was a crash, and shouts, very close.
"Come here!" the sentry yelled, "Quick!"
Tryan jumped up, grabbing his tunic. He threw it on hurriedly, glancing back at Tamara on her bed.
"I'll be back," he said, and vanished through the door.
That was the last time Tamara saw Tryan.
Aaron, however, true to his word, returned for Tamara, and took her back with him to his ship.
That, however, is another story…