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Bertram W Bronson - Heartaches and Tears... The story of a young wife.
A tale of stolen sex and true love,


It was semi-dark under the trees, a warm cloudless New England summer night. Subdued moonlight filtering through the maple leaves cast a soft glow on the back seat of the parked car. The only soundthe slow flowing river, the soft whisper of car tires on the nearby highway and the sound of a very young girls excited murmurs, her sighs and edgy gasps.

Barely out of high school it was her summer job before college, and she looked so prim and delicious in her orange and white waitress uniform. Cut snugly at the waist, it showed the full swell of lovely teen-girl breasts and the shape of her nicely rounded buttocks. The little white socks and sneakers only drew attention to shapely ankles and well-rounded calves.

Midweek business was slow, their eleven pm work shift had ended early and a hidden place to park was so near so convenient and tempting, just a place to sit and talk a little, he said.

Oh no no I cant. I have to call my boyfriend to pick me up.

Ah come on. Just for a few minutes. We can sit by the river and talk a while

He was an older guy, wise in the ways of the world a clever determined seducer. Now on the back seat of his car, a breathless, near-virginal girl lay prone, his lips on hers on the side of her sensitive neck he opens a button or two his lips, his tongue now find the swell of smooth breast cleavage.

Lori squirms and gasps. Her pink nipples are still concealed within the protection of her bra, but the tender puckers of sensation are mere inches from warm wipe of his tongue. His face nuzzles into the cleavage of her breasts. A scary thrill ripples up through her belly. Oh I shouldnt, I have a boyfriend I love him, she moaned.

But young love is fickle and the intrigue was there, not to deceive, but to just feel the touch of an older man, to experiment with the new feelings rushing so hotly through her eighteen year old body. Lori was like a fluttering moth intrigued by the light of a burning candle flying ever closer, only to be consumed by the burning flame. A small town girl, shy and nave in the ways of men, she was an easy target.

Let me open your blouse touch a little, nothing will happen, he whispers.

No we shouldnt

Does your boyfriend touch your breasts?

Mmmm sometimes, but but were in love.

Let me feel just a little.

He fumbles with the buttons of her waitress blouse. Maybe breathless from heated kissing; she helps a little, loosening one stubborn button, opening the front of her blouse. His fingers ease slowly across the smooth skin of her bare belly. Only a little, just for a few minutes, she gasps.

Nervous, excited, Lori leans back against the seat. Just for a few minutes she thinks, just to feel the wash of excitement then shell stop him. But he leads her, a step at a time, along the prickly path of betrayal. His fingers squeeze her bra covered breasts. She quivers, but her boyfriend does this, so she knows the newly discovered feeling of hands on her breasts, the thrill of tender young nipples puckering so deliciously under the touch of male fingers.

Soon one shoulder strap of her white bra is lowered. In the moonlight he sees the pink nipple of her perfect left breast. He cups the resilient globe in his hand, his head lowers; his lips graze across her swelling cleavage and settle on the sensitive nipple. She feels the sudden moist warmth of his tongue and in the next instant, the soft suctioning pull of his warm mouth. She feels her sensitive nipple pucker against his tongue. Lori cries out, shuttering and twisting on the back seat of the car and soon, with a soft whimper of surrender, she offers the other nipple.

But then we have to stop, you have to take me back, she pants in an ever weakening breath.

With her bra now unclasped, he suckles her highly sensitive nipples, first one then its pink twin, while subconsciously; her undulating hips begin to rub her pubic bone against his leg. Her responsive clitoris protrudes from its foreskin; the crotch of her panty tickles the slippery little pink nubbin of nerves. She shivers and gasps, but Im not going to go all the way, she assures herself. Ill just let him touch a little just a little more

But her tender nipples are now pink puckers of sensation; heat radiates down through her groin and she feels the warm moisture forming in her crotch. She knows the meaning of that moist ooze of fluids fluids that, if she doesnt stop it, will ease the entry of his penis-head. Oh God no more, she whimpers. Take me back now please, my boyfriend will be worried ohhh no...

But then his hand slips under the hemline of her waitress uniform, up along her smooth thigh to the crotch of her cotton panties... he finds warm humid fabric then little stray ringlets of curly reddish blonde hair

Dont touch there ohhhh no not inside ohhhhhh.

His four fingers cup firmly over the panty covered mound of her genitalia. Shivers run up her spine. His thumb resting on her lower belly begins to press down just above her pubic bone. He presses, releases and presses down again. Her stomach muscles tighten as the excitement swirls through her. He holds her firmly, fingers molding to the oval shape of her young cunt, the pad of his thumb now rubbing in little circular motions. He can feel the ridge of stomach muscle begin to alternately tense and loosen quick breaths burst through her parted lips, her clasped thighs loosen a little. She feels her young cunt loosening warm fluids seeping into the sparse tangle of honey colored pubic hair.

No, she wouldnt give in easily, but she will.

Curiosity has led her to the brink of surrender and now excitement is about to carry her across the forbidden threshold. Shes still somewhat nave and innocent. Only a dozen or two warm summer night fucks with her young boyfriend are all that separate this innocent girl from her maiden state. But they were exciting, explorative and very addictive fucks first love fucks that left her thrilled and hotly awaiting the next.

And after their first time, Lori quickly learned to love the feeling of sex the feeling of her young boyfriends cock slipping into her tingling snug cunt... the belly tightening feeling of orgasms that left her weak and breathless.

The first experience happened in her parents home they were alone in the house, on her schoolgirls bed, kissing and petting, his fingers slipped under her blouse, a warm breast cupped in his hand. Innocent Lori had set limits, she would un-hook her bra and as time passed he was allowed to slip a fingertip under the elastic of her panties but no more. Their wedding was planned and soon a gold wedding band would join the diamond which graced the slender ring finger of her left hand, until then her precious hymen was to remain intact.

But limits and boundaries are meant to be crossed and somehow on this day, Lori found herself on her back with her skirt shucked up to her waist, her young boyfriend lay snuggled between her open legs. Somehow in the frenzy of hot kissing his pants became un-zipped, somehow the head of his stiffened cock slipped under the elastic crotch of her panties. Both inexperienced, it was a short impulsive act, Lori crying out as the head gained entry, shivering in fear of pregnancy as his cock slipped deeper into her snug slippery warmth. It was a thrilling first merging of virginal of genitalia, her fluids greasing his cock pubic hairs pressing as she closed snugly around the stiffened length of his cock. It was over quickly, a few exploratory thrusts into the gluey sticky warmth and at the last moment his throbbing cock pulled out, his sperm pulsing and spurting against the soft skin of her inner thigh.

Later she cried, pulling up her panties and shivering in shame. But as is the way of human sexuality, once done, the next time is assured on a blanket at the lake, on the grass in the park anywhere they could be alone. So a virgin until her high school senior year and still shy and puritanical, she now fights a losing battle against the urge to let this older man move between her legs.

But she is his now! He knows it and soon so shall she

The car seat is narrow and he works to get the frightened girl into a position on her back his cock, pressing up against his pants, stiffens out in readiness. After he lays her back, guiding her head down into the corner of the seat, her hips, her legs, her protective panties are now easily accessible. Under her skirt, his hand searches for the waist of her panties. Loris squeaks of protest only bring a smile to his face. Her soft cotton panties catch on the rubber soled sneakers and amid her cries, he struggles to get them over her feet. As her skirt slipped up he could see the shadowy triangle of curly pubic hair and his cock throbbed into full erection.

Now Lori can feel the cool smoothness of the leather seat under her bare ass she feels him tug at her knees, spreading her thighs apart. In the confines of the car seat, his body moves over her, momentarily blocking the moonlight as he slips down between her legs. Excitement blurs her mind, and in the muddle of confusion, thoughts of her boyfriends love gradually drift away. After weeks of trying, her boyfriend had been the first and the only one to get his penis into her untried vagina, but now, this tender girl who will one day be his wife, is only moments away from fucking the second man in her young life.

So unbeknown to Loris boyfriend, another man is now between the legs of the young girl he loves the sweet girl he will one day marry, her panties are off and lost somewhere in the darkness. And about to fuck her, the man is unbuckling his belt, twisting to unzip and get his pants down. In the dark she hears the click of his belt buckle, the soft rasp of the zipper as he takes his thickened penis out. Its stiff and throbbing, slanting upward from his groin.

No oh no we cant, she gasps. But the moist warm crease of her vagina is but inches away. The warm swollen head of his penis touches her inner thigh. Feeling the brushing graze of warm skin, she cries out. Ohhhh no we shouldnt, I love my boyfriend were going to be married soon oh dont....

Dont worry, Im safe you wont get pregnant, he whispers.

Pinned on her back under him, she is trembling with a mix of dread and excitement. With her panties found hanging from one shapely ankle, the young girl feels vulnerable and more than a little frightened. Pressing her down against the seat, he eases his hips between her thighs. His weight settles against her his pants down at mid-thigh his cock excitedly erect is closing the distance to the warm crease of her now very slippery cunt.

She feels the silky warmth of the cock-head pressing against the reddish gold hairs that grow so profusely on her pubic bone. Near debilitating excitement numbs Loris mind. She feels his penis probing, slipping lower along her slippery seam. Without conscious thought, like she does so instinctively for her boyfriend, she loosened her knees and up-tilted her groin Suddenly he felt the firm tickle of curly pubic hair and the warmth of the young girl's soft resilient opening. Through the open car window, Lori's soft gasp drifts into the summer night. He pushed firmly, quickly before she could come to her senses and twist away and the head of his cock slipped smoothly into her warm slick vagina.

Lori feels it stretch her snug vagina, the length of it pressing the swollen head deeper as her pink tissues closed snugly around the thickened head. Ignoring her pitiful cries, he lifts back and resettles, her slippery fluids wet further along the length of his cock viscous moisture eases his entry, a hip hunch or two skins back his foreskin a firm thrust and his hairs touch hers. The breath whooshes out, her arms creep around his neck hes there now in her in her soft warm cunt its done

So the fluttering moth has been consumed by the flame, but the burning feels so sinfully delightful. It ripples from the tip of her clitoris up through the tense muscles of her belly. Uuufffhhh, she gasps, the breath seems to burst out of her. Lori feels the length of his naked penis fully inserted into her clasping vagina. Shivers run through her of their own volition, her knees seem to pull back toward her breasts. She loves it the thrill of fucking, that feeling of a man on top of her the naked feeling of his long bare cock.

Oh God, she gasped as he began to fuck her. Ohhhhh

Tears of shame glisten on her cheeks, yet her hips begin to follow the tempo of his thrusts, moving under him in little swiveling up-hunches. His very swollen cock, now coated with a glistening sheen of the young girls vaginal fluids, now slides smoothly through her clasping tissues.

. out nearly to the exposed head, smoothly back in again.

 hips hunching, his cock sliding in and out again and again.

. making smacking little wet sounds.

 coils of darker hair meshing with her gold pubic strands.

 whimpers and soft cries.

An experienced man, he controls his orgasm fucking her deeply, while listening to the young girl's delightful little grunts. His cock is bigger than her boyfriends; he feels the clasping tightness of her tender cunt and he smiles at the sound of her breathy grunts. While Loris feet kick uselessly at the air, the salacious fucking goes on and on

*************

Unaware of the shameful scene playing out on the back seat of the moon-lit car, Loris high school boyfriend was miles away. But had her husband-to-be been standing in the shadows by that parked car, he would have witnessed her first fuck with another man, he would have seen his little sweetheart with her white panties hanging from one shapely ankle, her knees wide spread as anothers penis stretched the juicy pinkness of her snug cunt.

Through the cars open windows the sounds of his unfaithful girls squeals would have wrenched his stomach. He would have seen his girls white waitress sneakers lifted over another mans back and bouncing with his thrusts. He would have sensed the slight rocking of the car heard the rhythmic sound of fucking, the rustle of clothing, the squeak of the seat springs and the groan that finally signaled the release of an older mans sperm sperm that pulsed and spurted into his darlings unprotected vagina. And the realization of what had just happened would have sent a skin-crawling sensation up his spine.

So after only token resistance, Lori fucked another man that warm midsummer night, and I guess another half-dozen or more times, with her waitress uniform up over her naked behind with his uncircumcised cock thrusting into her again and again humping her while she squealed and groaned.

And as is human nature, after that first surrender the next must have come more easily, and the next with some mix of anticipation. Likely there were times from the back with her blue-jeans and panties pulled down and her pert behind up-tilted to take his cock between the cheeks of bare ass. And I suspect there were times on the front seat likely straddling his lap with no panties on, squirming about, bouncing up and down, her snug little cunt leaving a shinny smear of fluids on the length of his up-pointing cock. And unlike her caring boyfriend, when each time came, he spurted his very likely potent sperm into the depths of Loris quivering stomach.

Lori was her boyfriends first real love had he known of that night and the few that followed, the anguish of her betrayal, the pain of its discovery would have wrought a flood of tears, but that was yet to come... oh yes, with all its pain, the heartache was still to come

Because in later days my bride-to-be would tell of it confess it all, between sharp intakes of breath as she tried to control her shameful sobbing. And the crush of emotion pierced my heart like flying shards of shattering glass. In my arms I felt her deep shuttering sobs and yeah, I cried a little too.

Yes, ours was a teen-age love torn apart by youthful indiscretion, but as time passed, our love was destined to be rebuilt with tears and promises, one tender brick at a time.

And my initial pain and jealousy well yes, as the years passed I've thought of letting it happen again and the images of seeing my sweet Lori with another man have taken on a decidedly exquisite and titillating edge.

The end???

Oh no, its never quite the end. Theres more to tell, Ill get to it one day

B.W.B.
