The Cruel Intentions Part 2 (A Short Romantic Story)

Maybe I should have explained that to Sarah. She pulled a little away from me and I could sense she was bending over. Then it registered that I had seen her moving like that earlier, while taking off her jeans.

Before I could say anything she was stepping back to me, cuddling up against me again. Running my hands down her back I found nothing but soft warm skin, and my hands searched hard, not wanting to miss anything.

Maybe it was the night that was making Sarah bolder, but she unsnapped my jeans and slid down the zip, her hand rushing in to find my dick.

"Poor little thing," she was whispering while she wanked me. "Did you miss out earlier? These things happen, you know."

Not so much little, I thought. Our 'little' friend was growing rapidly, happy to be receiving attention. While Sarah fondled me I started stripping. It was, I thought, a very nice night to be nude.

It wasn't long before we were stretched out on the grass. I was feeding lightly on Sarah's boobs while my fingers were busy re-igniting the fires down below. Sarah was twisting softly under my touch, her hand still holding my dick, caressing it.

Then I was moving Sarah's legs further apart, moving between them. I was lying on her, my dick hard between us, letting her know what was about to happen.

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"Maybe we'll have better luck this time," I said softly, my fingers pushing her pussy lips apart while I guided my dick between them. Sarah was breathing hard, pushing up against me, seeking to discover what was next.

The head of my dick was touching her, sliding between her pussylips. They stretched a little wider, accepting my dick and closing upon it. Sarah gave a little sigh of relief as I started to push into her.

I had almost forgotten that she was a virgin. The reminder came very quickly. I could feel myself bumping against her hymen. My overwhelming desire was to just hit straight past it and take her, saying the fuck her feelings – she would get over it. Rational thoughts prevailed, but it was an effort.

I pressed firmly against Sarah's hymen, slowly bringing more pressure to bear.

"This may hurt a bit, sweetheart, but it'll only be for a moment," I said calmingly, feeling her getting a little tense.

A little more pressure and suddenly something gave and I was moving into her pussy. It wasn't a battle won without casualties, though. Sarah gave a small scream of pain and bit my lip. Quite hard. I also made a small yelp.

"You said it will only hurt for a moment, fool," she murmured.

"Not fair oh," I protested. "You were at least ready for it, and I bet it's not hurting now."

"Not fair ehn," she muttered. "Ready for it? How can anyone be ready for a big fat dick ripping them to pieces? You should try it."

For all her words she was already relaxing, starting to push back against me as I moved deeper.

"Well, is it still hurting?" I asked, but was majestically ignored.

With that initial entry over I pushed slowly but firmly home, feeling Sarah rising to meet me, eager for this new experience to continue.

Pushing, pushing, I could feel Sarah's passage clinging to me, stretching, expanding to accept me. Slowly but surely I went deeper, filling Sarah while she made little sounds of appreciation. At the start, anyway.

"For God’s sake," she muttered, as I pushed in even further. "How long is it?"

"Hopefully," I replied, "enough to satisfy you," and gave a firmer thrust, finally finding my balls slapping against her pussy.

"That's it," I murmured. "Now see if you can move with me."

I pulled back, just a little, and returned, hearing Sarah giving a happy little sigh and pushing to take me again. Another little movement, with another happy response. This continued for a few moments, and I could sense Sarah getting a little frustrated. She was expecting more than she was currently getting.

This was my signal to get a move on. I pulled further back and then drove in a lot more firmly, provoking a surprised moan from Sarah. But a pleased moan, I noticed. Slowly I started extending the length of the thrust I was making, picking up the speed with which I thrust back in. Sarah was responding eagerly, lifting her hips to accept me, little sounds of pleasure and lust babbling out of her.

Of her own accord, Sarah lifted her legs and wrapped them around me, her fingers digging into my shoulders as we came together. We were moving quite a bit faster now, holding a nice natural tempo as we banged together. I held it like that for as long as I could, letting Sarah's excitement build (not forgetting my own), pushing her down that road to her first orgasm. (At least, the first one initiated by a dick doing what comes naturally.)

Sarah was panting and making eager little sounds, with those sounds starting to take on a desperate edge as she built steadily towards a climax. In the dark beneath the tree I could only hardly see her, but I could see that she was tossing her head from side to side. There was a pleading note to what she was trying to say, and I did my best to answer the plea.

I drove in harder and faster, picking up speed by reducing the length of the thrust. Sarah was wild now, clinging tightly, almost screaming her need. I caught her head and held it still, covering her mouth with my own as I finally came, squirting hard into her, letting my semen splash deep within her. She quivered, trembling with the force of her own climax, her voice was a wail of satisfied want, and then she dropped beneath me, trembling slightly as little pleasures continued to run through her.

We lay there, both of us breathing hard, slowly recovering.

"Ah, Sarah, as nice as it could be, you can't go to sleep here," I advised her.

She grumbled.

"I don't want to move," she murmured. "I'll just lie here until they come to carry me away."

"You could, I suppose, but do you really want them coming and carrying you away - naked?" I asked.

She said a rude word. I hope it wasn't directed at me, because it was very rude, but I suspected that it was. The next few minutes were interesting. It was dark beneath that tree and we had to crawl around, trying to find our clothes. Finally dressed, we headed home.

"In future, you won't feel the pain," I murmured. "Just the pleasure."

Sarah didn't say anything, but she did have a proud sneer on her lips. I couldn't help but feel a little suspicious, wondering if I had genuinely seduced her or I had been seduced? Not that it worried me. The whole thing had been rather fascinating.