His Big, Hard Tool : First Timers 4 (Virgin Erotica Breeding Erotica): First Timers, #4

By Tori Westwood

My sexual awakening didn't happen until I was nineteen, and it was to an image I never thought would prompt it.  Something about the rippled bare-chest of my landlord Dylan as he worked the jackhammer in the hot sun really did something to me.  I find my lust bubbling over and I'm desperate suddenly to know what it feels like to do it for the first time.  Come and get me – I want it bad!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tori Westwood
• Release date: Jul 30, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386543886

Tori Westwood

Tori Westwood writes short erotica whenever she finds time between her day-job and her family.  She is still searching for her niche, not yet limiting herself to any particular sub-genre, having penned all manner of fiction.  She is happily married and delights in exploring her own fantasies through her writings.  For updates, follower her on Twitter @ToriWestwood1

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He took a fistful of my ass and squeezed it hard, pulling me closer to him.  His hand thrust down the back of my bikini bottoms until he had a good handful of my flesh.  He gave it a squeeze and then started to push it down.

I moved away from him and sent my panties down further, coyly showing the tuft of fur that sat atop my naughty snatch.

That’s my girl, he said, leaning back to get a better view.

I moved back to him quickly and he gripped my ass again, pulling it wide enough to stretch the ring of my asshole.

His hand reached behind me and soon I felt his finger tickling at the wet O of my pussy.  I moaned and Dylan sucked the breath from me with his mouth, wrapping his tongue over mine and relishing the gasp that escaped me when his finger broke through my virginal sex.

I tried to jerk him like I’d been doing but my concentration was elsewhere.  I’d never had anything in my pussy before and he had started to wiggle his thick finger so that I could focus on nothing else.

Here, he said, and he took himself out of me and grabbed my hand.

He led me to the lounger, keen to keep the energy that had got us this far.  If we stopped for a moment the guilt of it all might come rushing back and stop us in our tracks, and I don’t think either of us wanted that.

Dylan spun me and lay me back on the sun-lounger, blocking the light with his huge frame.  I looked up at him looming over me.

You look amazing, he said, looking at my big tits and wandering his eyes down to my sinful slit.

I opened my legs when his gaze arrived there, teasing my finger slowly up and down the hot, pink crease.

Dylan jerked himself as