Practice Makes ……
NC-17
By Brit
The usual disclaimers apply. The characters are not mine. The plot is Mary’s the interpretation does belong to me.
Harper rolled as far away from the other occupant of the bunk as he possibly could. As the bunk in question was in the crew quarters of the Eureka Maru that wasn’t very far. He came up against the rusty bulkhead and lay huddled up and miserable.
“Harper.” Beka’s voice almost had a hint of exasperation in it. “It wasn’t that bad.”
“It was worse.” Harper was very close to tears of self-pity.
It had all been so promising too. He’d been alone on the Maru with Beka, something that rarely happened. The others were going to be away for hours. It was true that several bottles of beer had been imbibed before he’d plucked up the courage to approach her. Harper had almost fallen over from shock when Beka had succumbed to his clumsy chat up line.
Beka was bored, Harper was cute and it was a long time since she’d had a man inside her.
She’d taken him by the hand and led him to his bunk. Seamus Zelazny Harper had been in heaven. Then things had started to go wrong. He had eagerly begun to undress her and his usually nimble fingers had been all thumbs. He’d managed to tear her top and the fastening on her pants had all but defeated him. Harper fumbled with it for several minutes before Beka slapped his hand away and did it herself. Fortunately she wasn’t wearing a bra he would never have managed that.
Finally they were both naked and standing facing each other. His erection was rock hard and she smiled in anticipation reaching for him with both hands. Two very cold hands. Harper yelped and went soft. Beka tried not to sigh in frustration; she was already wet and ready for action. She knelt down on the floor and tried to take his flaccid member in her mouth. That had always worked for Bobby. Harper backed away shaking his head.
“Harper, you have done this before haven’t you?” Beka couldn’t understand his reluctance. He shook his head once more and looked down at the deck.
“You’ve never had a blow job before?” Beka was incredulous.
“I’ve never had sex before,” Harper admitted. “Not proper sex, I’ve done it to myself but that doesn’t really count does it?”
Beka tried very hard not to laugh at him.
She beckoned to him. “Come on, I’ve had sex lots of times, I’ll show you what to do.”
She started kissing him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and pressing her body against his. Very soon she felt a most satisfactory stirring from his cock as it became engorged again. She could feel his hardness against her thigh.
Harper reached up to play with her nipples. Just a little too enthusiastically. “Ouch, Harper be careful, that hurt.”
He immediately lost his erection again. Harper was mortified. Normally he ‘stood to attention’ just thinking about Beka. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Perhaps we should just forget about doing it.”
“Not bloody likely,” Beka snapped. “She was squirming with frustration. She rubbed her hands together to warm them and reaching down began pumping him. That seemed to have the desired effect and she slid her hands over the head of his penis, touching herself and then lubricating him with her moistness.
She guided his hand down between her legs. After a few false starts he found her clit and got the hang of what she wanted him to do. They were both more than ready and she was desperate to have his well-endowed maleness inside her.
He was eager and tried to penetrate her while they were still standing up. He slid about against her wetness unable to gain entry. Beka tried to help but after a minute or so without success she suggested they move their centre of operations to his bunk.
Once lying down the difference in their heights was less of a problem. There was a little awkwardness about whose leg went where and Harper squealed as he got a slight cramp but finally they sorted themselves out.
Beka lay spread-eagled wide-open waiting for him to drive into her. Harper was incredibly excited by now. He thrust at her vagina finally on target. He moaned with pleasure as he slid inside. They were both breathing very fast by now. Harper thrust once then shuddered as he climaxed almost immediately. He pulled out of her spurting his come all over her stomach and his bedding.
The final humiliation. Now she could have a good laugh at him, it was about all the enjoyment she’d get from their coupling. That was when he’d huddled against the wall.
He felt her warm body against his back. He tried to move further away but there was nowhere to go. He felt her breath on the back of his neck. “What’s the matter, sport?” She whispered in his ear.
“What do you think is the matter? I’ve just totally spoilt everything.”
He felt a trail of kisses down the curve of his spine and a warm hand curled round his belly.
“No you haven’t, just first time nerves. The second time will be much better and the third and the fourth.”
Harper could hardly believe what she was saying. “You mean you want to do it again? With me?”
“Of course,” Beka smiled. She rolled him back towards her and ran her tongue down his chest and abdomen before taking him in her mouth. This time he didn’t object as she sucked and licked and nibbled at his foreskin. He was soon very hard again and Beka released him wanting to feel him in her. She took control lowering herself on to him and moving slowly up and down. Harper thrust upwards into her matching her rhythm with only a few missed beats.
Before long he was increasing the pace and very soon Beka was shuddering and moaning as her orgasm ripped through her. The strong muscular contractions of her vaginal walls were enough to tip Harper over the brink and he came explosively screaming her name in triumph.
Afterwards they lay in each other’s arms. “You see, Harper,” Beka explained. “All it takes is practice.” She reached for him once more. “I think we should practice as often as possible.”