Erotic Stories from Wylde in Bed - 135: A taboo, first time erotic story

Episode Date: February 28, 2022

A taboo, first time erotic storyStuck in a dead end relationship, Lisa can not get her first love.  A taboo passion that took her innocence, even after it faded so many years ago, the need for it pulses through her body. Then one stormy night, everything changes. For the most intense erotic audio available, visit my VIP club at https://wyldeinbed.com/vip-clubs/, I look forward to seeing you there.

Please remember this is an adult's only podcast and does contain some very sensual themes. So please only listen to this podcast if you are happy to explore your deepest sensual fantasies with me and are of a suitable age. Hi, it's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed. Your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction and fingerly. making good fantasies. Now, I hope you enjoyed the premiere of Land to the Slaughter on Friday. Thank you to everybody who bought a copy and all those great reviews already coming in. Makes it all worth it. Now, if you like me, I love this podcast, then you can show your support and enjoy a commercial

free experience from just 99 cents. Just come and see me at wildembed.com and join my cherished VIP members club where you can experience so much more intense pleasure So tonight, the start of a new story This one will be different I hope they're all a little different Hate to think I'm being repetitive

But I do hope you enjoy this one If you want to hear your fantasies narrated right here, then it's so easy for you to just email me at Devlin at wowedembed.com and I will do my best to satisfy your every need. You can know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed. Just put your earbuds in, loosen your clothes, close your eyes and surrender to the pleasure of my voice, caressing over your body. When you're ready to experience deep pleasure, just go ahead and take a nice deep breath

and hold it for a moment and then release it with a sigh, letting go of any tension, any stress. For the next 40 minutes or so, it's just you and my voice. This is your time. Your time to relax. Your time for sensuous satisfaction. Your time to release your inner passion as you listen to my voice and feel the story moving through your body as you enjoy tonight's show. Lisa sighed as the roar of the motorbike drifted into silence as it left her stood in the driveway. It's real lights filled heavily by the dense mist. blowing in from the mountains. There was definitely a storm moving in. Somewhere in the distance,

high above the small town she called home. She could hear the crackle of lightning. Briefly the sky would light up and then settle back down to the crimson grey of dusk. However violent the storm was, she could guarantee it wasn't as bad as a storm that had ensued just an hour ago. the same storm that blew in every time Lisa had a day off.

She only saw Chris the night before a day off. They would go to a bar, come home, fuck, want to a better term, and then argue the next day, usually over money. Well, rather, his lack of it, and her just working to keep the walls from the door, despite putting a 60-hour week in at the local hospital. Of course he wanted money.

Today was Friday. And in two hours she would be working and he would be down in the den of bikers he frequented when he was away from her. And he needed something to stuff up his nose. She couldn't believe she was dating a biker, let alone a truck using one. Well, that's not strictly speaking true.

She could believe she was dating a biker. She has spent most of her free time around them since being a teenager. Her older brother Mark had been very involved with bikers. Being 21 when she was just 13, she had clung on to him like a limpid when they went to the bikers festivals. At first the other bikers assumed she was Mark's girlfriend, but he had made it clear that she was his little sister and if anyone touched her they would be picking their balls

out from a mincer. her nickname of gel bait stuck, and she was proud of it, proud enough to have it emblazoned upon her favourite t-shirt, even though she was now well into her thirties and passed what could be sensibly described as gel-bait. Still, the mix of drugs and bikes were not a good one. It had cost Marky's life, and she knew in her soul that this relationship with Chris would end in heartbreak one way or another. Her stomach still knotted every time Chris left. The truth was, she knew one day it would be the last time.

One day it would be Mark all over again. Lisa walked back into the house and closed the door as the first specks of rain peppered her skin, deciding to have a shower to wash away the residue of their argument. Maybe she could get an hour's nap before she would get a little. to leave for work. The emergency room of the hospital was stressful enough without carrying the weight of Chris's drugs needs with her. The warm caress of the shower cocooned Lisa as she stood under it. There were few moments in her life that she could say were truly relaxing,

but her showers were one of them. She had even extended the bathroom into her spare room so she could enjoy a walking shower. Of course she had joked with Chris how it could fit two people. But he never really picked up on it. Sex for him would never require a lot of effort. Although he had no complaints if Lisa wanted to put the effort in. Something she had stopped doing a long time ago,

realizing it was a one-way street. She held her face upward, enjoying the sensation of the warm flow, caressing her cheeks. The gentle sounds of the shower, closing out the sound of the oncoming storm, pushing her hair back. The droplets just seemed to drift down her body

in the perfect way to take all the stress out of her. Embraced by the waterfall of warmth, cascading over a naked body. She lost herself in memories of that time. Those years ago, her first time with a man. She had lost Mark in the winter. February 28th to be exact. The night before his 25th birthday.

He had gone out to run an errand for someone or something and just never came back. Of course she had gone to the clubhouse the next day to ask around, but he had never apparently got there. He took the police weeks to find him and his bike in a deep ravine just off the highway. And they said there was narcotics in his bloodstream and that had caused the accident.

But of course, that was their go-to answer any time a biker died on the road. It was that day she met Trevor. He wasn't a club member, he wasn't associated with any club, but he had no Mark They had hung out together when Mark first got into bikes

and Trevor had taken him under his wing oddly enough apart from the first time she came to the clubhouse she'd never seen them together oh she'd seen the photos she'd heard the stories but Trevor always seemed to be on the road headed somewhere else

after that first meeting at the clubhouse he was gone that very next day apparently that was just the way he was but it seemed like one heck of a lonely life to Lisa she often wondered what motivated a man to be like that she assumed it was because he lacked any social grace and people just get tired of him being around

she really couldn't think of anything else it might be over the next weeks and months Trevor continued to be around supporting her, protecting her. She began to doubt her own judgment. He was funny and caring, protective and never tried anything on. With things at home getting worse, not to say they were ever great, as Mark had acted as a shield to protect her from most of it, taking the brunt of her father's aggression and her mother's religious lecturing.

But with Mark now gone, all the focus moved on to Lisa. Trevor provided a welcome escape from the hell of home and they ended up spending most days together somehow Mark had left her a sizable amount of money after you had passed but you put the condition on it that it paid for an education Lisa had always dreamed of having a full education since she was young

she knew she was intelligent enough she had wanted to be a nurse ever since she was old enough to pretend that her teddy bears were sick and they needed help. She had bandaged them up, put them to bed and taken real good care of them until she decided they were healthy enough again to leave hospital. Her and Mark had often laid watching the stars on cloudless nights, talking about it. But they both knew their parents would never allow it. Ambitions and dreams were the work of the devil. Her inheritance from Mark gave her the independence she needed to pursue that dream.

And every night she thanked him for that, her escape route. Trevor was surprisingly well read for a biker. He helped her with all the forms at college. They discussed her best path forward, even though he didn't have an education himself, as far as she could tell. When she was offered a place in college, they decided to celebrate by going to the next festival together. Having never gone to a festival with anyone but Mark, Lisa did worry if she was doing the right thing.

It felt almost like she was being unfaithful to Mark. That night she dreamed of Mark from the moment she closed her eyes, and he sure seemed happy with her. So she decided this was him saying it was the right thing to do. Riding Pillion with Trevor was something very different to riding it with Mark. He was broader than Mark for a start. Her arms didn't stretch as far around him as they did were around Mark. He was also a could-dil taller.

So she spent most of the journey with her head resting on his back. He rode the bike slower than Mark did. She rationalised that he travelled so far on the road. This was easier on him. It was certainly easier on her. The bumps in the road were nothing like they were when riding with Mark. It wasn't until they reached the camping fields It wasn't until they reached the camping fields

She noticed something that had been playing on her mind Trevor didn't smell of gas and leather You walk alone Something the other bikers would have definitely made fun of For them you weren't a biker unless you were dripping With the smell of fuel And slept in your own leathers every night He must actually bathe

She thought and probably used soap as well. She mused giggling to herself. It only took 15 minutes to erect the tent, something that took Mark at least an hour, and there was always a good chance of it falling over in the night. Several times she and Mark had been trying to resurrect a fallen tent

in a downpour of rain at 2 a.m., arguing why they hammered every single tent peg in and attached every rope. It's always resulted in them trying to be as far apart as it possibly could within the confines of the tent. The first night she shared a tent with Trevor, it seemed surprisingly comfortable. So natural, in fact, she slept the whole night without waking. When she woke the next morning, she resisted the urge to open her eyes. Just enjoying the sounds of the birds' song that echoed through the car.

canvas. She couldn't even hear Trevor breathing as he slept, which was welcome relief after having to combat mucks snoring for years as she breathed in the country air. She was surprised at the effect it had on her. Blood started pumping more freely, a mixture of a good night's rest and plenty of oxygen made itself known between her thighs. Squeeze, them together to try and control her growing desire. She wondered if she could indulge in a few moments of self-pleasure without Trevor noticing. Opening her eyes to make sure he was fully asleep, not just laying there gazing at the canvas. She realized she was actually alone in the tent. Suddenly a rush of vulnerability flooded her. She was alone in the tent in a field of probably

still drunk bikers. This wasn't good, not one bit. All thoughts of self-pleasure vanished as Lisa struggled into her sweatpants, her legs flailing in the air as she pulled them on. What the fuck is he?

She mumbled to herself, thrusting her head through the tent flaps, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. She surveyed the array of tents in front of her. Just a little way off, a smaller group of bikers staggered across the horizon.

She knew Trevor wasn't with that group as he hadn't drunk last night. Eyes were suddenly drawn to a neat pile of branches, not six feet from her tent. And someone had dug the turf, presumably to prepare for a fire. Could this be Trevor's work? He had insisted last night that they pitched their tape away from the others, bordering the nearby forest so there was no other tent nearby that it could belong to

besides bikers were not normally the kind of people who showed so much foresight pulling a sweater on Lisa ventured beyond the safety of her tent in search of Trevor whispering to herself he might be getting more branches as she followed the short path towards the woods

The dew on the soft grass was the only evidence that it was only a little after dawn as the sun was already blazingly hot. Already the first beads of perspiration caressed her brow, the gentle early morning breeze, only seeming to highlight the sensations as it kissed down her cheeks. The air cooled dramatically as she entered the woods, sending a chilled out. her spine she shivered wet leaves rushed as she followed an old path presumably this was the way Trevor had gone as it was the only path she could see the sound of the birds serenading the morning sun filled the trees as she walked apparently unthreatened by her presence they sat high in the canopy above her somewhere in the distance somewhere in the distance

She could hear a slight splashing sound, as if someone was collecting water. That would make sense as they didn't have any, but there were plenty of water barrels on the site, so she really didn't see why he needed to collect it from the woods. Curious, Lisa followed the splashing sound until the dense trees thinned out. Peering between the branches, the sun glistened, on a river. Trevor stood waist deep in the water, occasionally dunking himself underneath and then rising again. Lisa whimpered gently as she watched the water glistening as it dropped from his chest. She hadn't imagined that underneath all that leather he had actually such a muscular body.

to him she was drawing just looking at him. The gentle throbbed from earlier returned as she watched him, the shine at the water accentuating the definition of his body. She had never thought of Trevor as anything but a standing big brother. But right now her body was blushing with desire as she watched him in the water. The sun sparkling across his naked body. Crouching down to remain hidden, she could not take her eyes off him. Her hand drifted inside her sweatpants and her fingers gently teased at the damp material of her panties,

holding onto a tree to steady herself with a free hand. Lisa bit on her lower lip to suppress a moan. Her fingers quickened, rubbing her clit viciously through the material. The sensation spiraling in her core, throbbing, pulsing, clutching in need. Lisa closed her eyes as a wave of pleasure engulfed her, drowning in the sensation. She gasped gently as an orgasm, ricocheted through a body, continuing to stroke herself gently, as the aftershock of pleasure echoed through her. She opened her eyes, watching Trevor walk through the water to the back.

The water dropping from his waist, as his morning erection stood proud in the glare of the sun. Lisa had heard of erections but never actually seen one. The sight of the firm length of muscle filled her mind with a flood of lustful thoughts. Wishing like hell she hadn't just come as her core clutched ferociously. Lisa's eyes fixated on him. Her body screamed with need to have that inside her, to have him inside her, filling her. As the water moved around his size, his hand lowered over his length, grasping it firmly. He began rubbing slowly.

Lisa's young eyes widened at the image before her. His head tipped back, his long hair dripping down his back. looking like a wolf that was about to how. His hand moved faster and faster. Her mind engrossed with the dark thoughts racing through her. She moaned loudly with need. Suddenly he stopped and looked her direction. Wading through the pull towards her,

he called out, Who's there? Come out! Realising there was no way of escaping without being seen, she stood and stuttered, embarrassed. Sorry, I came here looking for you when you weren't in the tent. Her face heated in a blush, knowing her desire had been discovered. It's okay, Lisa, I was just having a wash and some me time. His gaze held hers.

An unfamiliar look burned in his eyes. The intensity of it sent a new tinkle, throbbing through a body. And you need something quite ill. into her. He was just inches from her. Damn she could feel the heat of his erection. It pulsed so hard she could feel it. His gaze softened as he looked into her eyes. You've seen a cock before. He asked, his head tipping to one side. Well, yeah, she said, which was true, she had been to enough festivals and the bikers had used anywhere as a bathroom. any hint of shame, but never a hard one like yours.

Suddenly she felt so innocent, so naive. Trevor studied her for a long moment before saying, I'm sorry you had to see mine first. Before he turned away, words rushed out of her mouth before she had a chance to stop them. No, wait, I'm glad it's yours. I'm safe with you. Me to you, virginity. Trevor's shoulders slumped before he turned back to face her.

I'm too old for you. You're beautiful Lisa and young. You need someone your own age. He said as he placed his hands firmly on her shoulders. His eyes burning with protective concern. Lisa's gaze dropped. Disappointment reflected in her voice as she whispered. Don't you want me?

Trevor's eyes followed her face as he moved a hand over her chin. Holding it gently, he lifted her gaze to meet his. I have wanted you, more than you can ever know since some moment I first cast eyes on you, Lisa. But I wouldn't rob you of that special moment. It wouldn't be right. I've never wanted any boy my own age, she said firmly, her hand rising to find his pulsing member, stroking it as she'd watched him doing just moments before. It is my choice who I give my virginity to. And I want it to be you, Trevor McMillan.

I think I've always wanted it to be you. Here and now. She squeezed him further, her fingers tightening around his length, forcing a moan from his lips. There was nothing but silence between them for the longest moment. His eyes burned with desire as she continued stroking him. Suddenly his lips were on hers, their tongues entwined. It was a kiss, the sort of which Lisa had only dreamed of,

sensuous and firm, intense and passionate. Every stroke of his tongue caressed every nerve in her body. Fuck she wanted him, more than she had ever known possible. Pushing the fingers of her free hand through his long hair, she pulled his kiss harder onto hers. She just wanted to melt into him. As he stooped down and lifted her into his arms, his cock slipping from Lisa's grasp. She moaned in surprise and disappointment.

Trevor carried her through the water to a small, sand banking where his clothes and towel laid, placing her down on the towel gently. He stretched over her. The heat of their bodies pressing. together, holding her gaze firmly. His eyes radiated sincerity as he said, You can't know how much I've wanted this. It's why I left, but you have to know. If afterwards you want it to be just friends, that's cool. I will still be here for you. Lifting her sweater over her head. Her breast tingled with anticipation as they were

exposed to his gaze. Lisa pushed her hips up and started to slight her sweatpants over her legs. Gently Trevor grasped her hands, stopping her movement, as he whispered. Not yet. Slowly, I want both of us to save her every moment,

releasing her hands. His fingers traced a leisurely line over her stomach. Caressing the cursesing. of her delicate breasts. Lisa could do nothing but whimper as her whole body tingled, a gentle pulse of electricity moving through every cell, culminating on her clit which throbbed sensuously under his caress. His mouth dipped, his lips brushing over hers,

kissing her so gently. Their tongues explored each other's desires. surprised by the power of his controlled passion Lisa could still feel the ache in his body pressing against her thigh It felt a lot firm within the dad just a short while ago As if the tension of controlling his lust Was focused all into the strength of his cock

His breath was warm As he explored her neck A whisper of a kiss danced over her skin forcing a gentle moan to escape from her lips. Her skin was electrified from his touch, tingling from head to foot. Her hands sliding up his back and through his hair, grasping him as his tongue teased gently across her shoulders, tracing warm, wet circles over the top of the breast.

Lisa couldn't help lift her chest, inviting his mouth to explore. floor further, her nipples so erect, so firmly ate with need. Anticipation embraced her body, as his breath finally discovered those hard nubs. The firm tip of his tongue, spiraling her a rariola, forcing the tingling sensation and a core to spiral, intensify. With slow strokes of his tongue, he caresses a wreck length of her nipple, dragging it slowly between his tongue and teeth. Oh, fuck, Lisa moaned, her pussy throbbing and swollen. Her panties so wet, her passion caressed her in her thighs. She raised her chest again in desperation, trying to force her nipple further into his mouth. Trevor just calmly slid his hands over her shoulders.

holding them down against the soft sand as his lips took one nipple between them, somehow rolling his tongue over it, contorting her desire into something new, something more intense, although her body was held firmly. Her lust writhed inside her, a beast fuelled by desperate need that it was only restrained by the strength of Trevor's hands. His lips explored down over her stomach, edging warm, wet circles into her skin. A flood of anticipation whirled in Lisa's call, waiting for that first touch where she needed it most. His fingernails slid down her body, sending a fresh wave of sensations, cascading through her as they explored the waistband of her sweatpants, sitting back up momentarily. Trevor slid her

pants over her hips and down her legs, his fingers, advancing the line of wanton pleasure that echoed in every cell, luring his head. His lips brushed the soft flesh of her in her thigh, the stumble of his beard forcing a tremble to explode through muscles, tensing against his touch. His lips brushed higher, his tongue pressing firmly, the electric circles into a thigh. The heat of his breath, fueling the furnace burning inside her panties. Her hips twisted in pleasure the moment his tongue discovered the edge of her panties, teasing just inside. Her pussy clutched with need.

She'd waited for this moment, for too long now. She needed to feel his touch. She needed to feel his touch. To feel him explore her most intimate places. His fingers slowly slid her panties to one side, the brush of his fingertips over her folds, forcing her desire to spread through every inch of her body, exposed to the heat of his breath.

Her pussy trembled with expectant desire. His finger brushed her wet folds again, forcing her back to arch, forcing her back to arch. The sun caressing her nose, pressing her naked breasts, highlighting the sensations washing over her. The kiss of the morning breeze bittered her skin in the perfect way, to set her whole body alight with the flames of her desire.

His tongue traced a line back up her lips, slowly, deliberately moving higher. Her desire damned inside her core, her thighs tense and awaited satisfaction, pressing up her lips. His thumbs slid the hood of her clit to expose it finely to his breath. Lisa held a breath, as her body tensed, waiting for that first caress. The first flick was determined and firm, forcing her body to writhe with the intensity of the onslaught of pleasure. Flick after flick of his tongue took her body to the very edge of the precipice before he stopped for a moment. Gently sucking her nub between his lips, his fingertips caressing the dripping entrance to her sacks, stretching her lips as it slid slowly inside her, her muscles clutching it tightly,

thrusting in and out, God knows how many times. Lisa could feel the precipice just inches away as he pushed another finger inside, her hips rising to meet his thrust, wanting to experience more. Her orgasm's so close now, just there, close enough to touch. As his fingers whipped her clit again, she didn't just fall into the precipice. She leapt, arms outstretched. Her whole body collapsed into her orgasm as it ignited a wildfire through every nerve. His fingers continued thrusting as her body convulsed in pleasure,

massaging her desire, stroking the waves pulsing through her. Her fingers grasped wildly, digging into the sand clutching at his hair anywhere for stability as she rocked against him, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her body. Then his fingers were gone, under a pussy clutched forlornly, needing to be filled again as he rose between her thighs. His cock pressed between her lips, stretching her slowly. There was a brief moment of pain, and then a waver pure navana, engulfed her as she felt his length press inside her. The sensuous caress of his cock pressed along her, fueling the sensations crashing inside. Her pussy clutched at his length, massaging it, a starlight filled her vision.

Thrust after thrust came, intensifying the light she saw. Her body tensed and then his cock pushed along her clit, rubbing it as he eased in and out of her. In perfect time with the vibrations her own body was creating. Lisa wrapped her arms around him, pulling herself against him. Her nails digging into his back as her teeth sank into his shoulder. Her whole body exploding with a battalion of fireworks as his warm cum erupted inside her. Lisa pressed her hand against the shower wall to steady herself. Her pussy still clutching wantonly as she pulled her fingers out.

Her head dipped, water dripping through her hair. Why couldn't Chris make her feel like this? She wondered. Because he's a loser. A voice deep inside her mind answered. Taking a moment to regain her composure, Lisa turned off the, shower and leaned against the wall. Eventually picking up a towel, drying herself, she walked

back to a bedroom. Laying on her bed, she wrapped the Native American blanket that had dawned it around her body, immersing herself in the memory of how it had felt when Trevor Haldron his strong arms after they had first enjoyed each other's bodies. They had lain together for at least an hour before they'd returned to the tent. Despite the pleasure they had both enjoyed that weekend, they knew there was an impending storm. Each day that passed, each hour, each minute, was only counting down the time until she would now leave for college. She would start her new life and she really couldn't see how Trevor could fit in with that. She would be 3,000 miles away.

In a place she already noticed Trevor would never discuss visiting. But in silent agreement they ignored it until the final night. He has somehow managed to wrap the mass of the Native American blanket as a going away present. Promising her, she would feel his arms every time she wrapped herself in it. And that's where it started going wrong. she should have noticed when she arrived on campus and people asked her where the blanket came from and she told them that she had bought it from a market

like she was embarrassed and it had come from Trevor she heard herself saying the words but really couldn't believe that were coming out of her mouth she couldn't believe what she had become so quickly a few weeks later she met someone else and Trevor became a memory tears bittered her cheeks now as she remembered what she'd walked away from

and there was absolutely no reason other than it would have taken a little effort if she could go back now she thought as she let sleep claim her after what seemed like only a few minutes the alarm sounded and she instinctively sat up right in bed

her feet hitting the floor before she was even awake these nights with Chris were taking a hell of effect on her body. She dressed in her uniform quickly, tied her hair back in a tight bun and prepared to leave for work. Stopping by the second bedroom in her house, she said good night to Clarice, even though the room was empty. Chris had made it clear he didn't care for children, so Clarice had a sleepover at her best friends when Chris stayed. Lisa just didn't need the worry of his temper around Clarice. as well as around her.

Even though the weather was harsh and rain bounced off the tarmac. The drive to the hospital was thankfully short and it was only 30 minutes before Lisa was sat with Karen catching up with what Clarice had done the previous night. The same conversation they had every time one that helped calm her nerves after another argument with Chris.

Karen eventually turned, looked her in the eye and said, You know, Karen, eventually you will have to end it with him. This has absolutely no future in it. It's not good for you or for Clarice. James and I love having Clarice over, but you need to sort this for both of you. She was right, of course. There was a part of Lisa that would always try and help those weaker than herself.

And Chris had weak edged into his soul, pathetically. so. I know Karen. I will find a way. She whispered, I'll pick her up after shift and have good think about it. You do that, Karen replied, but you might have to fight James Verr. You know how much he loves playing with them both? Gives him an excuse not to work. The moment shattered as the door swung open. Another young nurse's face appearing, she said hurriedly. Look lively you too. We have a motorcycle accident coming in and it looks like a bad one. He's probably high as a kite on blow. Lisa and Karen looked at each other. Lisa wished she could say she was worried or concerned

or that her heart was beating a thousand times a second. The truth was she felt hope and almost a little relief. Maybe she could get the heartache out of the way now. But she really wasn't I wasn't sure how much of her heart was honestly involved. So, a motorcycle accident just after her boyfriend goes out on the motorcycle looking for drugs. So what do you think? Think it's Chris? Or maybe just a random person? Will it be in Lisa's hands to save his life? Well, you're just gonna have to wait until next week to find out.

So until then, when we can get wild in bed all over again. This is Devil and Wild. We're she salacious dreams.