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Alyssa

By: Build_it_write



This is the forth true story I have submitted to Literotica. They are not in chronological order or even in order of my favorite memories. In the first one I took time to describe much of my upbringing and how it contributed to my naivety and sometimes shyness. Without that background knowledge, you might find some portions of my stories difficult to believe. For the benefit of those who will read all, or at least more than one of my true stories, I will not repeat myself with this description. However, if you have not read "My Neighbor Jessica," I suggest you read at least the first 6 or 7 paragraphs before reading any of the others. 

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The specific background for this story would need to start during the fall of 1989. The company where I was working went through several changes over a long period of time. I tried to take the first few in stride and be supportive to my company. There really was a period of time I felt ownership in the company, although I owned no portion and was only a loyal employee. The last few changes were more than I could handle, so I wrote my very first resume and started searching of new employment. I interviewed with a large retail chain and received a job offer to work in their design and construction division. I would continue to travel as I had for the past 6 years and represent the owner dealing primarily with the general contractors across much of the US that would be building their retail stores. Well this is where my naivety comes into play. Although they checked my references thoroughly, I failed to check with anyone about the integrity, character or personality of the company or to be more specific, the division I was to work for, within the larger corporation. 

I reported to this new job on October 31st, Halloween day. From the very beginning, I felt out of place. Even though I was 41 years old, I felt as if I was a part time employee/high school student, being trained, disciplined and watched all at the same time. That very evening, there was an "Employee Social" with free drinks and hor d'oeurves in an outside patio area. At that social, I learned a few things; one being that I was the 10th person to hold that position that year. That's 9 people gone in 10 months. Another, I learned from a person holding the same position and title as mine, who had (according to him) learned how to survive in the world of this particular company. According to this guy, a person in our position had to manipulate, disguise and shuffle numbers (meaning dollars) to satisfy our department head. Somewhat tongue-in-cheek I sometimes say "My integrity is greatly driven by the fact that I lack the intelligence to be a good liar." Needless to say, I did not last very long, however I almost doubled the average stay in that position for that year. I resigned on the last work day of '89 effective immediately.

That put me unemployed at the wrong time of the year for construction work. I was willing and able to do almost anything within my chosen field, so I started calling around to the people I had met and worked with during the previous 5 years. I still lived in my home State, which I have described as a "Gulf Coast State." In just a few days, I received a return phone call from someone I had worked with previously. He wanted to know if I would be interested in going to California, along with him and his brother to work, helping another contractor remodel a restaurant. The details he described were acceptable and the money offered was really good, so he and I agreed to try it. If nothing else, it would generate some cash while I continued to look. At that time, I had never worked in California or even seen the countryside there. I had, however changed planes at both LAX and the San Francisco Airport.

The restaurant was next door to a motel, so the general contractor arranged for the entire crew, consisting of 10 men to stay there during the remodel. We worked very long hours and straight through for 10 days while doing what was called a complete "color change" for this chain restaurant. During that time, I was somewhat impressed with the general contractor on the job and decided to leave him a resume, "just in case." Just as we finished that project, the man who had brought me to California, secured a project converting a large, but empty retail store to a very "high end" furniture store. That project was just north of the "Bay Area," also in California. He wanted me to supervise that project for him and since I had no other offers on the table, I agreed. Now this was just 3 months after the big earth quake that did so much damage in October of '89. By the time I got to the area, the Bay Bridge was restored and was open for traffic, but the freeway that had collapsed in Oakland was still in ruins. 

That project only lasted 5 weeks and just as I completed it and returned to my home state, I received a call from the general contractor from the restaurant remodel project, offering me a full time job. He needed me to start immediately on another "color change" for the same brand restaurant, but this time in Napa Valley. I explained that I could not possibly drive my truck, bring my tool and get there when the project started. He said that did not matter, I didn't need my truck as there would be plenty of transportation available, and for this first project, he would furnish all the tools I needed and he would pay my airfare to and from this first project. So, again since I had no better offer on the table, I accepted and headed off to Napa Valley.

He met me at the airport in Santa Rosa and although it was late at night, gave me the details of his job offer while setting in his truck. He wanted me to become his third project manager, which was the only position receiving a guaranteed weekly salary. While we were on a contracted project, like the color change remodels, we would work whatever hours and whatever days necessary to complete the project by the deadline. We would not receive any extra compensation for these 60 and 70 hour weeks, but when we were between projects, we would receive the same salary as if we were working. The compensation also included all temporary housing. That would be with the entire crew at the motel nearest the job site during these intense schedules. Also, since I and one of the other project managers were single, we could stay at his large, oversized home near Riverside, when we were between projects. He also offered to include one round trip airfare from California to my home each month. The salary alone was more money than I had ever made, so what did I have to lose?

I talked to Jeff, the other single project manager, who had quickly become a friend and received all the good points as well as the bad points about staying at this guy's home between projects. It didn't seem so bad, although he said HE felt more like an intruder than a welcome guest. It was actually several weeks before we were all back in the Riverside area, necessitating staying at this house. It was not really inconvenient, as there were two bedrooms and a full bath upstairs, where Jeff and I would stay as well as a huge balcony/loft area. The contractor's family, consisting of him (Robert), his wife (Sandra) and one 3 year old daughter (Jaime) and a well manicured poodle stayed downstairs. Both of the guests (Employees) were given a key and a code to the alarm system. The staircase was just a few steps from the front door and the only areas in between were a seldom used, small living room and a door leading to the garage. Many times either Jeff or I would come in and go directly upstairs without as much as stopping to converse with the host family.

They would offer to share the living areas of the home, especially the wide screen TV, but I think they also appreciated our decision to not intrude upon their privacy. Robert was a football fan like me, but Sandra didn't care at all to watch any games on television, so I did join him in watching Sunday afternoon football if it was a game that interested me.  

Downstairs, the master bedroom had a private bath and dressing area and was adjacent the smaller bedroom where the daughter slept. That area was removed from the living area and kitchen, providing sufficient privacy for the different people staying there.

Most of the time, our projects were planned and scheduled a few weeks in advance, so we would know ahead of time when we would be away on projects and when we would have time off. My trips back home would be planned during the time between jobs, so usually I could buy airline tickets at least two weeks in advance.



Alyssa



Actually, I was thinking more about stopping and smelling the suntan oil and maybe getting some refreshments somewhere around Hermosa Beach. I am sure several people will have different and true accolades for some of the other beaches in southern California, but of the ones I have visited, Hermosa Beach is my favorite.

The boardwalk provides opportunity to walk, jog, rollerblade, etc. while enjoying the view. The shops, bars and restaurants are sufficient to support those cravings. The view across the sandy beach from the boardwalk to the ocean can sometimes be amazing. This was the first place I ever saw a woman wear a thong swim suit in public.

As I planned this trip, I decided it was too much to start after noon on the Friday of Labor Day weekend. The first portion of the trip, until I reached Manhattan Beach would not be so bad, but finding myself 70 miles from where I would spend the night, with nothing but the 91 freeway between me and Riverside, did not sound inviting; especially not on the Friday before Labor Day during rush hour. Therefore, I decided to eat lunch at a county bar/restaurant I had visited a few times in Corona and then ride the back roads between Norco and Chino Hills.

After a few hours of riding with a couple of stops for refreshments, I decided to go home and rest up for the 200 mile ride I would start early the next day. When I arrived at the house, the minivan was still where I left it and the other half of the driveway was empty. Although I kept my bike in the garage, I didn't have a remote controller for the garage door, so I left the bike running on the kick stand to go inside and open the door. When I opened the house door, the first thing I noticed was the alarm not beeping and I was positive I had set it before leaving.

The second thing I noticed was Alyssa standing just past the door that connected the house to the garage. She had parked on the street and because of the hills of the street and berms in the front yards, I didn't even notice. She was standing there awaiting my entry as she had heard the motorcycle running in the driveway. I'm certain I jumped some at the surprise.

Part of the shock was her just being there unexpectedly, but part was because of her attire. She had on a pair of dark blue gym shorts and a powder blue tank top with no bra. She was probably a 36C and the top was tight across her stomach, making it stretch super thin and tight across her breast and prominent nipples. As soon as I regained most my composure, I said; "You must be Alyssa."

She replied: "That's me; and you must be Jim."

I said; "Yeah, I didn't know you were here yet; I didn't see your car. Let me put my bike in the garage before someone decides they want to take it for a ride."

"Sure" and then she followed me through the door to the garage as the overhead door opened allowing me to ride inside. As soon as I had parked the bike and killed the engine, she approached within a few feet and commented; "That's a very pretty bike, I wish my boyfriend had one like it."

I thanked her as I headed over to the refrigerator to get a beer. I pulled one Miller Lite out and offered it to her. She said; "Thanks, that sounds really good right now." As she took the beer from me, I reached in to get one for myself.

"Listen, I've got road grime all over me, if you don't mind, I going to run upstairs and clean up some."

"No Problem."

I bound up the stairs and grabbed a clean pair of shorts and a tee shirt, before heading for the shower. As I washed the grime away with hot soapy water, I couldn't help thinking about Alyssa's tits in that tank top. I didn't know what to think of her display, although I did like it. I assumed she was just dressed cool in the late summer heat. I was way too intimidated to think I would have any chance of hooking up with her, but if she didn't mind me looking, it was as good a show as most of the bikini bars I had seen in California.

After showering and putting on the shorts and tee shirt, I went back downstairs. Alyssa was sitting in an oversized arm chair next to the TV. She was holding a paperback book, but closed it as soon as she saw me. I held up my empty beer bottle and asked if she was ready for another one. She picked up her bottle from the table next to her chair and downed the last swallow before handing it to me, saying; "I usually don't drink that much beer, but that was pretty good."

I took both our bottles to the recycling bin in the garage and grabbed 2 more beers. When I approached her to give her the beer, she scooted forward in the chair and reached out to take her beer. As she reached, it seemed her arm squeezed her tits enough so her tank top gapped open at the swooping neck and showed much more cleavage than I had seen at the Mobil station where she worked. I'm pretty sure I was looking more at her protruding nipples than her eyes, but she never showed that she was bothered by my drifting eyes.

After a few seconds, I backed away and took a seat on the sofa that faced the TV, about 12 feet from Alyssa. I didn't know exactly how to start a conversation with this southern California beauty, so I stated by asking; "So how do you know the Browns?"

That was about all the jump start she needed for the conversation. After her initial explanation which was just like Sandra had told it, I only needed to ask simple follow-up questions for her to tell me almost everything I would want to know about her life. She said she had started working at the service station soon after graduating high school, and when she started dating a friend of the owner. Her current boyfriend worked for his uncle in the plumbing business and his best friend owned the station. The two of them shared a rent house and Alyssa had recently moved in with her boyfriend when, as she put it; "I had to get out of the house with my mother." I didn't think anything about her statement at the time as most 20 year old single girls would be anxious to get out of their parents house.

She said her living arrangements might be changing soon, as her boyfriend had received a much better job offer in San Diego. She got a little secretive and said to not tell Sandra, but she and "Gator," as she called her boyfriend was going to San Diego the next day to look for an apartment and possibly a place for her to work. If they could make sufficient arrangements, the 2 of them would be moving there. She said that move would be quite a change for her as she would be completely away from her mother and sister for the first time in her life. She also said it would be quite a change, being away from all of Gator's friends. At the time, I had no idea why she was telling me so much about her life, but I enjoyed looking at her tits as she talked and gestured and she seemed to just want someone to talk to.

There was nothing sexual or even suggestive about our conversation that night, but looking back, that was probably only because I didn't steer it that direction. She did ask if I was staying there that night or was I going out. She also asked about the different beds in the house and said Sandra had suggested she sleep in Jaime's bed. She got up and walked that direction and said; "Have you seen how small her bed is?" I got up and followed her to Jaime's room where there was a twin size bed. She said that if she slept there, Gator would be staying with her and that bed was not big enough for the two of them.

I suggested they sleep in the master bedroom where there was a king size bed, but she said she would feel weird doing that, since Sandra was specific about her sleeping in Jaime's room.

I mentioned Jeff's room and said it had a double bed like mine and was closer to the bathroom. I told her I was going on the motorcycle ride the next morning and would be up and out pretty early.

She said she would talk to Gator, but they might just go back to their place. Since I was going to be there, the house would be safe and they could just run by on their way to San Diego the next morning to feed the dog and let her out for a few minutes. Alyssa wrapped up the conversation for the night by saying she had to go meet Gator and some friends. She said he was playing in a softball tournament and had a game that night and probably a double header the next night.

I went to bed pretty soon after Alyssa left and didn't awake until my alarm went off at 6:00 am. To the best of my knowledge, no one came back to the house after the softball game. I had slept in the same gym shorts and t-shirt I had put on when I took my shower, so I went straight downstairs and make coffee, let the dog out and read the paper. After 2 cups of coffee and the dog had finished her business outside, I went back upstairs and dressed in full leathers for my 200 mile ride.

I hit the road about 7:15 and even though this was a holiday weekend and the last weekend before all schools would be in full swing for the fall semester, the traffic was not bad that early. I rode pretty much non-stop until I got on PCH at Dana Point. The Ortega had a few more curves than I remembered from driving it in my truck, but it was a fun ride.

Once I got on PCH, I stopped at a beach parking area to stretch my legs and walk around a few minutes. With no time limit or schedule, I took my time and while on the Ortega had found myself riding no more than 30 mph. I continued that pattern as I traveled up the coast through the beach cities and spent more time looking at the scenery than trying to make good travel time. If I noticed something interesting, I would pull over at a lookout or a parking lot and spend some time just enjoying the view. 

My only goal was to reach Hermosa Beach in time for lunch and I was way ahead of that schedule. The traffic was beginning to pick up some on PCH, but still not heavy. I did find it necessary to go a little faster at times, so I would not cause a hold-up for the cars behind me. I arrived at Hermosa Beach about 10:30 to find only small crowds at the beach and several empty parking spaces. I parked in a "Motorcycles Only" area by one of the restaurant/bars and went in to have a beer. After one beer I walked out on the pier, then up and back down the boardwalk. I did get a few strange looks as I had taken off my leather jacket and had it swung over my shoulder, but still was wearing leather pants and boots. I realized that bikini watching was not nearly as much fun alone as when Jeff and I had gone there a few weeks before.

After a little while, I went to a different restaurant/bar and this time ordered a hamburger and fries, along with another beer. I strategically chose a seat in front of a large fan this time, so the leather pants would not suffocate me. The waitress struck up a conversation, starting with the T-shirt I was wearing, which happened to be from the Harley shop in Paducah, Kentucky. She was asking all sorts of questions about where I was from and where I had traveled. She said she had never been out of California and that she liked my "southern accent." I told her I didn't think I had a southern accent, but I had noticed she had a fast talking "California" accent. We laughed at that and for the remainder of the time I was there; she would come to my table anytime she was not busy and pick up the conversation where we left off.

I hung around Hermosa until about 3:00 and decided to head back East toward Riverside. When I got to Norco, I stopped at a small country bar/café to eat again, so I would not need to get out after arriving back at the Brown's home.

When I did get back, I found the place empty, so I put my motorcycle in the garage and decided to take a swim to cool off and relax for a while. After about 30 to 40 minutes in the pool, I went upstairs to shower and put on clean clothes. As soon as I turned off the water of the shower, I could hear voices and laughter from downstairs. I couldn't tell for sure how many voices there were, but definitely more than 2. There were both male and female voices and laughter, so I thought I would go down to see what was going on.

As soon as I put shorts and a T-shirt on, I went down stairs and was met by Alyssa, her boyfriend "Gator" and another couple named Jan & Brian. Gator was holding a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels Whiskey. I soon learned they had gotten it out of the pantry and it belonged to Robert. I didn't actually see them drink any of the whiskey, but by the run of the conversation, they had taken a few shots out of that bottle. We were standing on the tile floor area between the kitchen and the family room, so Gator turned back to the pantry and brought out a full bottle of Gentleman Jack. He was calling it "gentleman's" Jack and asked me what I knew about it.

I told him it was a new whiskey by Jack Daniels and it was not yet available in California. Knowing Robert was a fan of black label, I had brought the Gentleman Jack back to him from one of my trips back home. I did not realize he had never broken the seal, so the bottle had never been opened. I told them what I had learned during my most recent tour of the Jack Daniels distillery about Gentleman Jack and what made it different from Black Label.

Gator wanted to know what I thought about them opening and trying it.

I told him that since it could not be replaced in California, I didn't know how Robert would accept it being opened, so I would not recommend it. He seemed disappointed, but did return the unopened bottle to the pantry.

Both Gator and Brian were wearing their softball uniforms and the girls were dressed very similar to what Alyssa was wearing the day before. The biggest difference was Jan had on blue and Alyssa was wearing a yellow tank top with green shorts. If Jan was the only girl there, I guess she would have been considered pretty, but she just did not equal Alyssa in looks or build.

I headed to the garage to get a beer and asked if anyone else wanted one. Alyssa said she would take one, but everyone else declined. When I reentered the house, everyone was in the entry hall and going their separate ways. Gator and Brian were headed to the ball game and I'm not sure where Jan was headed first, but Alyssa told her she would meet her at the house in a couple of hours to get ready for the party.

I handed Alyssa the opened beer, as she followed the others outside still talking and for a moment, I thought she was leaving too. I went to the family room and sit on the sofa, picking up the television remote and turned on a channel showing country music videos. I had just assumed a comfortable position when Alyssa returned from outside. Since the TV was more to the right end of the sofa, I was turned at an angle and was leaning half on the sofa back and half on the arm. I had set my beer on the end table next to the sofa.

When Alyssa sit down, she somewhat mirrored my position, drawing her left leg up and resting it against the right thigh after kicking off both her shoes. Like the night before, her nipples looked as if they were going to tear through her tank top. She looked me in the eye and asked me to tell her about my motorcycle ride.

I told her exactly where I rode and being from the area, she knew each road and landmark I mentioned. When my story got to Hermosa Beach, she asked if I met any "hot" girls. I told her I had seen a few, but the only girl I actually talked to was the waitress at the café/bar where I eat lunch. She started kidding me about the waitress trying to hit on me because I was "a hot man on a motorcycle with a sexy southern accent."

I told her I could only wish that was true; that I was not "hit on" by good looking girls 15 to 20 years younger than me.

She said I might be surprised and maybe I just didn't realize when someone younger was hitting on me.

I guess my naiveté and shyness kicked in and I started looking for a way to change the subject. In that effort, I said; "I told you about my day, now tell me about trip to San Diego. Did you find a place to live?"

She said; "We found an apartment not far from the beach and I think I found a job."

"Wow; all in one day? And it was on a Saturday. How did you manage to do that?"

"Well, we stopped at a 7-Eleven and picked up a paper and one of those apartment locator books. The third apartment we looked at was just what we wanted, so we put down a deposit. They are going to check our references and will let us know if we can have it on Tuesday. We used his new boss as a reference, so I'm pretty sure we will get it."

She continued; "While Gator was driving, I looked at the classified section for a job and found a club looking for dancers. They said I could make up to $60 per hour, so I called them. They said they didn't interview on weekends, so I have to go back on Tuesday or Wednesday."

For some reason, my first thought was to give her some advice in an area where she might have been misled. I said; "You realize the term 'up to' is something of a sales gimmick. It does not mean that every dancer makes $60 per hour. As long as at least one dancer has made $60 in one hour, they can use that term."

She replied; "Oh, I know I get paid with tips, but I think I can make pretty good. I understand the place is always filled with a bunch of horny marines from Pendleton and sailors from the naval base. I should be able to do alright on tips; I've got the body for it." As she finished her statement, she sit up a little straighter, pulled her shoulders back and thrust her tits forward. After a brief pause holding that pose, she continued; "Don't you think?"

My eyes were glued to her tits trying to break through her stretched yellow tank top as I answered; "From what I see you do; hell, I might even have to drive down there myself, just to see you dance topless."

"So, you go to tittie bars?"

"Girl, I have been to more tittie bars in the past 6 years that I can count; from here to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina and no telling how many stops in between."

"Wow, maybe you can give me some pointers. Let me give you a lap dance and you can tell me how I do and what I need to do to improve." With that, she picked up the TV remote that was lying on the sofa between us and switched from the country station to MTV. There was a song playing with a good beat, although I was not familiar with it or the artist.

With her looks and attire coupled with my attire, I could see this arrangement leading to a problem real quick. "What do you think Gator would think about that? I wouldn't want him to practice his homerun swing on my chin."

She said; "Don't worry about Gator, he won't be back for hours, plus he wouldn't care if he was here."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yeah, I'm sure; he lets his buddies fuck me all the time."

I'm not sure what my expression looked like, but it is a good thing I didn't have a mouth full of beer. I was taken aback and I'm sure my facial expression showed it.

Alyssa said; "Does that shock you? It does most people." Then she sat up and told me to move to the middle of the sofa. When I had relocated, she stood and dropped her shorts, leaving her with only a pair of white bikini panties below the waist. Then as she was turning toward me, she ripped the tank top off over head, leaving her topless before straddling my legs and sitting with one knee on each side of my hips. She grabbed my wrists and placed my hands of those beautiful tits and holding them in place, said; "Here, play with these and I will tell you about it. It still turns me on to tell the story."

"It started when I was a senior in high school, right after Christmas. My boyfriend at the time had brought me home from school and we started fooling around in my bedroom. We got carried away and the next thing we knew, we were fucking on my bed. We had done it a few times before, but never in my house." She went on to say; "We were making so much noise, we didn't notice my stepdad walk in until he was standing beside the bed. I don't know who was most shocked, but my boyfriend jumped up and ran out of the room as he was getting dressed, I was trying to find something to cover up with and my stepdad just stood there glaring at me."




Alyssa



"After a minute, I realized he was the only one who had seen us, but if he told my mom, my ass was cooked. I started to beg him to not tell her and he just stood there staring at me. I said 'please don't tell mom, I'll do anything, just please don't tell mom.'"

Continuing with her story, Alyssa said; "So he said 'you'll do anything?'"

"So I said, 'Yes, I'll do anything you want me to do, just please don't tell mom.'"

"Just like that, he dropped his pants and his underwear and stood by my bed with his dick as hard as I have ever seen."

"He said; 'well if you take care of this, I will let all this be our little secret.'"

"Well, my boyfriend and I were right in the middle of having a good fuck when he interrupted us, so I thought, 'what the hell; go ahead and finish what you interrupted.'" She continued her story as I sat there squeezing her tits and getting harder by the second. Suddenly, she grabbed the back of the sofa and stood with her panty covered pussy only inches from my face. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pushed them down, leaving me staring at the first bald pussy I have ever seen. She said; "Get those shorts off before you break your dick."

As I squirmed around to remove my shorts, I spoke the first words I had said since Alyssa started her story. "So your stepdad fucked you?"

"Yeah he fucked me that time and continued to fuck me every chance we got until we got caught and my mom kicked me out of the house. He wasn't half bad either; I've had better, but I have certainly had worse, a lot worse."

She was still standing with her pussy in my face, so she grabbed the back of my head and pulled us together. I started rubbing back and forth and my cock was standing straight up.

She stopped and did a quick mental check before continuing her story. "I'm getting out of order here, so my stepdad started fucking me 4 or 5 times a week. He got off work a couple of hours before my mom did. Before that, he used to stop at a bar with his brother and a couple of their friends before coming home, but now he started coming straight home and we would fuck before time for mom to get home."

"Well, I didn't realize I was being set-up at the time, but we were fucking one day and his brother walked in on us. You can guess what happened then; the brother said he would tell mom if I didn't fuck him too."

Alyssa sat down on my legs with my cock sticking straight up in front of her pussy. Between the talk, the rubbing and the nudity, she was getting wetter by the minute. I would say I was getting harder, but I think I had reached maximum rigidity before she sat back down.

Continuing her story, Alyssa said; "So then both of them started coming over every afternoon and taking turns fucking me. By then, I was really liking the daily routine instead of the once or maybe twice a week I had been doing with my boyfriend. So you can probably guess what happened next. The friends from the bar came by one day and wanted to fuck me too, so now I had 4 men fucking me every afternoon for a couple of hours before my mom got home.

All this time, Alyssa was rocking back and forth against my cock as she continued to tell her story. I had both hands full of her "C" cups and started to hunch forward to match her rocking. She continued by saying; "So with 4 of them, it would take longer than just 1 or 2, so we got careless and one day my mom walked in and caught us. Everyone was naked so there was denying who was involved. My stepdad was fucking me doggy style and I was sucking his brother while the other 2 watched and waited their second go around."

"Well, she went ballistic and kicked everyone out of the house right then. She did let me come back a few hours later and get my clothes and stuff, but she filed for a divorce the next day and I haven't seen any of the men since that day."

Taking another mental note of where she was in her story, she continued by saying; "Oh, I forgot; I had started dating Gator by then. We had been out a few times and we got along really well. He had fucked me, maybe 5 or 6 times, so I called him and asked if I could stay with him until I could make other arrangements."

By this time I was super horny. I don't think I had ever heard such a pretty girl use the word "fuck" so many times in one conversation. Alyssa was still rocking back and forth against my cock, but seemed more interested in telling her story than doing anything else.

She continued; "So Gator said I could stay with him and Brian as long as I needed to, but he was curious as to why my mom would kick me out so abruptly. I told him I would tell him about it when I got to their house and all the way over there, I debated back and forth as whether to tell him the truth or make up some reason. I finally decided to tell him the truth and get it over with. Well, Brian was not there when I arrived, so I told Gator the whole story. He got more turned on than I had ever seen him. He started asking me all sort of questions about how many time all 4 had fucked me, what positions we were in, did I often suck one while another fucked me and on and on."

Continuing; "So Gator got super turned on and we started making out and before long, were fucking on the floor. After he cum, we were laying there naked when Brian walked in. I started to grab my clothes, but Gator stopped me and asked Brian if he wanted some pussy."

By then, I could see where the story was going, but I was enjoying hearing it and obviously Alyssa was enjoying telling it, evidenced by the wetness of her pussy leaking all over my cock. I asked; "So he let Brian fuck you that first night?"

"Yeah, Gator had just got me warmed up, so Brian was a welcome change. His dick is a little bigger than Gator's." Then, looking down she said; "But neither of them are as big as you."

Well, as you could guess, my ego was boosted considerably with this beautiful 20 year old girl, who quite obviously was about to fuck me, telling me my cock was bigger than her boyfriend's. The story had taken so long that I had repositioned my hands several times from her tits to her ass and back and forth. She didn't seem to mind or even notice, but it seemed to me she hunched harder against my cock harder if I was holding her ass and helping slightly.

"So both Gator and Brian continued to fuck you regularly?"

"Yeah, and Brian owns the station where I work, so he gave me a job there. He told the guys at the station I would fuck and they started fucking me almost every day. There are 5 guys total counting nights and weekends, so I don't see every one of them every day, but I see them sometime during the week. I also do payroll, so if nothing else, I see them when they get their paycheck on Fridays. That's the day all of them usually fucks me."

"And Gator doesn't mind?"

"Hell no, he wants to know all about it and gets so turned on, he has to have some right then."

I reached down and grabbed my cock and said; "Here, sit on this."

"God, I thought you would never ask. I wanted to fuck you last night so bad I could hardly stand it." With that she lifted up and lowered herself onto my cock slowly.

I asked; "Then why didn't you?"

"I was afraid you might not want to for some reason and tell Sandra." With that, she started rocking back and forth on my cock and I reached behind her again and helped by holding on to each ass cheek with my hands.

She got a contented smile on her face and said; "Oh my God, that feels so good. You are just the right size." She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me forward as she leaned forward herself, said; "Here, suck on my titties while I fuck you and when you get ready to cum, just cum in my pussy, I'm on the pill."

"Mine is surely not the biggest cock you have had."

"No, Rodney. He's the black guy that details the cars at work. His dick is that long." With that statement, she placed her fingers about 9 inches apart and then making a circle about the size of a Red Bull can, said; "and that big around. He usually just fucks me on Fridays, I couldn't stand any more than that; even then, I have to have a couple of the other guys fuck me first to get me all wet and loosened up."

Although I really liked the story and the fucking, it still seemed strange to hear such a beautiful girl so graphically describe her promiscuous lifestyle. She changed the tempo slightly and asked me; "Have you ever been part of a gangbang?"

I answered honestly; "No, I haven't."

"You should come to the party tonight after the game. No one has to work tomorrow, so we will party all night. Plus, Tuesday is my birthday, so I am celebration turning 21. You could fuck Jan or you could fuck me again or if you are up for it you could fuck both of us."

"You mean Jan, the girl that was just here?"

"Yeah, she's a bigger slut than I am, but her thing is blow jobs. She would rather suck a dick than to fuck it and I am just the other way around, so we make a good gangbang team."

"That sounds good; I like to have my cock sucked."

"If that's what you want, I'll suck your dick, but I would rather fuck."

"No; you are doing great, but I do like to have my cock sucked."

"All the guys say she is really good at it. It kinda makes me jealous sometimes when they would rather have a blow job from Jan than to fuck me, but she is all about blow jobs. I think she would rather suck a dick than to eat ice cream. So, does that mean you will come to the party?"

"Maybe; after I take a short nap."

"Okay, it's a deal. Can we do doggie? That's my favorite and I can cum quicker like that."

"Sure; I like it too. Get up and get on your knees."

With that, she got up off my cock and as soon as I stood up, she got on her knees where I had been sitting and leaned over the back of the sofa. She spread her legs and squatted just enough to put her pussy at the right height. I grabbed my cock with my right hand, getting ready to guide it home, but run my left hand between her legs, feeling the wetness leaking from her pussy. My naughty mind had a thought. I smeared her natural lubricant over her ass hole and at the same time, released my cock with my right hand and inserted two fingers from my right hand in her pussy. After a few seconds, I pulled them out and reinserted, but this time I placed my forefinger in her ass and my middle finger in her pussy.

Looking back over her shoulder, she said; "Oh, you are a naughty boy."

"You don't like that?"

"It's okay. I'll let you fuck my ass sometime, but right now, I want you to finish me in doggie."

What could I do except grant the lady her wish? I pulled my tee shirt over my head and used it to wipe my hands before tossing it on top of my shorts. Then I grabbed my cock again and guided it to her pussy. At first, I grabbed her by the side of her hips and used that leverage to pound her pussy as hard as I could. She started moaning and the pussy I thought could not get any wetter or tighter, was now leaking juice down her legs and my balls. It seemed she was flexing her internal muscles at the same time, squeezing my cock and putting me very near cumming. Without looking back she grabbed my left and from her hip and pulled it to her tittie and said "Pull my titties."

This changed my angle slightly and as her nipples seemed to bore holes in my palms, her excitement increased as did her moaning. It was obvious she was near climax and I was not far behind.

She started a series of "Oh, Oh, OOH, OOOH" and then she went into more of a loud moan than a spoken word and started shaking all over. After just a few seconds of shaking, her pussy flooded even more and she collapsed against the back of the sofa. I was so close by that time, I grabbed her hips again and drove my cock as deep as I could and just held it there as I shot several spurts on cum inside this beautiful girl who would not be 21 years old for 3 more days.

In a little while, I became weak in the knees and pulled out. I grabbed the tee shirt again and wiped by cock, then offered it to Alyssa to wipe herself. As she wiped between her legs, she said; "Wow, that was the best fuck I have had in a long time."

"That may be the best fuck I have ever had, period."

"Thanks for the compliment and thanks for the fuck. Now, go take a nap for a couple of hours. I'll wait on you and we can go to the party together. Someone will bring you back in the morning; probably me. I can't wait to see you fuck Jan. I want you to fuck her just like you did me."

The Gangbang portion to be continued...



Alyssa and Gavin



Here is another little story I've had outlined and sitting around. I thought I'd go ahead and share it with everybody. I hope you enjoy. I also think you'll all agree, though there's no sex, it does belong in the 'Loving Wives' category.

I hope everyone who reads it leaves a comment, and if they enjoy it vote. 



Alyssa and Gavin:

Marriage; what's a marriage?




I leaned back in this big comfortable leather chair; one of several found here in the reception hall of the country club we belonged to thanks to my ex-father's exceptional wealth. I allowed my eyes to wander over to the clock in the shadows on the wall. It was past 7:00 p.m.; soon it would be time to go home. Alyssa Taylor Trevelyan nee McCloud was still gabbing about some of the odd and strange things that have occurred in her insane life. Alyssa is my former wife.

I'm Gavin McCloud. I'm forty-seven, I'm a geneticist, that's right a scientist. I stand a short 5'10", weigh a skinny 140 lbs., and have brown eyes and brown hair that's sprinkled with a little grey now. I have, in my opinion quite a few qualities that make me eminently suitable as a marriage partner. I'm hardworking, honest, stable, solid, reliable, and pretty intelligent about most things. On the other hand I'm told I have about as much sex appeal as a manila folder. If anyone has any doubts about that last appraisal all they have to do is ask idiot girl sitting across from me.

Idiot girl is Alyssa over there across from me holding court the way she usually does. She's a tidy little 5'2" forty-nine year old blue eyed blond who still weighs the same 110 lbs. she did when she was fresh out of college. By any man's standards she's beautiful, but she's high maintenance too. I ought to know about the maintenance; I've been footing the bill for all her surgeries, and trips to the beauty shops ever since she married and then later divorced me. Believe me I'm not complaining, not really, not at all. You'll never hear me complain, not in the least. I mean that. Hell I don't have any money anyway. 

There she sits, the ungrateful scamp; she's is all decked out in a $2,000.00 designer dress she'll wear just one time. Those are four inch heels she's wearing, and God knows how much expensive jewelry. I'll find out about the jewelry costs sometime next week. She really shouldn't be wearing those shoes, but no one can stop her when she makes her mind up about something. 

That dress is something; a pale blue mini, empire waist, tight fitting bodice that keeps pushing her up and out showing her slight but delicious little rosebuds. That plunging neckline doesn't help either. I doubt it but maybe they'll fall out. That skirted bottom, the short hemline and frothy wispy pleats that have refused to stay down all day are driving me crazy. She knows it too. Of course those aren't pantyhose she's wearing; they're tight fitting thigh high nylon stockings. She's used some kind of adhesive to keep them from rolling down. Sitting the way she is anyone who wants to can look right up her dress and see her frilly white panties. 

She keeps crossing and uncrossing her legs exposing everything thing she's got right up to that tiny soft little white silk lace covered pink ass of hers. I bet she's wet too. I know why she's doing all the shifting and moving; she's trying to piss me off. She's succeeding too. The God damn littler stinker. I wish she would shut up. She's talking about me again.

I see her; she's been watching me as much as I've been watching her. Look at her, she's leaning toward the woman beside her. That would be Delores Manning, that's Mrs. Manning to me and Alyssa. She's approaching seventy and was Alyssa's father's second wife. Alyssa's dad went home hours ago. He's working on getting wife number four nowadays; she's a twenty something from Poland. Alyssa's a product of his first marriage. His first wife's dead. Alyssa's whispering something and pointing at me. She thinks I can't hear her but I do.

Listen to her; there she goes again. 

Alyssa looked at Mrs. Manning, "Look at him. He doesn't fool me for a minute. Just look at him cringing over there. Why'd I do it? Tell me; who would want to marry an awkward skinny little science geek like him? Well I'm not leaving, and he's not leaving till I feel like it."

I listen to her. Look at her. She's trying to make a fool of me again. Look at her as she leans forward. Oh she's cupping her hands and pretending she has to yell to get my attention.

Alyssa calls over, "Gavin put your glasses on." 

Oh shit. I forgot my glasses. Where did I put them? I scrounge around in my tuxedo pockets. Oh here they are. They're horned rimmed, but I'm used to them. Alyssa calls them my horned rimmed monstrosities. I guess I could get a different style, but I know these piss her off. Holding them up I tell her, "Here see, I found them."

She thinks she's so smart. She thinks I can't see her without my glasses. Well I can see her. I saw her just then when she had to use her left hand to push her boobs back in place. I nod my head again and smile, "Thanks Alyssa."

Listen to her. She thinks because I don't see well I can't hear either. Anyone would think after twenty-seven years, I don't care married or not, she'd know. Listen to her...

Alyssa whispered to Mrs. Manning, "I have to smile at the dull witted son-of-a-gun. Oh sure, everybody thinks he's so smart; what mitochondrial DNA and all, so what! DNA my stinky behind." 

I smiled sweetly at my ex-wife. She smiled back 

I heard her whisper, "The idiot who used to be my husband still wants to marry me again." 

There she is she's pointing at me, she says, "I'm talking about you so pay attention," 

I look at her and smile. I've got to listen to 'our story' again. Well I guess I better. If I don't I won't be able to correct her stupid lies. I ought to give her a good spanking. I'd like to. I really can't. Listen to her-the stupid hard head! Here she goes.

>>

"Like I was saying," Alyssa glanced over at me again, "We met in Oslo. He was there with a team of researchers. They'd made some interesting discoveries about DNA. It seems all Caucasians have traces of Neanderthal in their DNA. Gavin was a part of that discovery. Well my mom and dad were there accompanying our English contingent. I was fresh out of college and coming off a tragically failed romantic relationship so I went along too. You should have seen Gavin. He looked like a lost little boy. He needed someone to take care of him. You know hold his hand."

Melissa Enders, a much younger woman sitting on a nearby loveseat said, "So you decided to baby sit."

Alyssa smiled at her, "You could say that sort of. I was there with my mom and dad, but there were lots of other people my age that were there too, and several of them were old friends. You know, college friends. We all noticed him. We talked it over, and I guess you could say I took him on as sort of a bet."

"A bet," stuttered the elderly Mrs. Manning.

"Oh absolutely Mrs. Manning. You should have seen him. No respectable woman would've given him a second look. You look at him now all neat and tidy in his spiffy white tux, but back then he was a sight. His clothes were wrinkled and ill fitting. His shoes were brown and scuffed, hair uncombed, and he was wearing white socks. Imagine white socks at a gathering for Nobel recipients! The only thing about him then that you'd recognize today would be those frightful glasses. He definitely needed help."  

She looked at me; her one-time husband. She scowled. I guess I didn't seem to be listening so she called over, "You listening Gavin?"

I heard her and I had to say something, "It wasn't exactly like that. I'd been up all that night with some colleagues. Some pieces of fossilized Neanderthal had come our way and it didn't look like it was wrapped properly. The least exposure would've ruined the specimen so we'd been up re-wrapping it. I hadn't had any sleep, and I'd had no time to bother to get all dressed up like some people I know," I crossed my eyes at her.

Alyssa shrugged me off and looked at the others. Two more people had shown up; old Mr. Andrews who is the current president of the country club, and Allen Showcroft Melissa's guest. 

Alyssa went on, "Be quiet Gavin. You were a ragamuffin. My friends and I flipped coins. I lost so you became my responsibility. I had to be in charge of getting you fixed up and presentable."

"And you did it," asked Mrs. Manning?

"It wasn't easy Mrs. Manning." 

Melissa asked, "Did he know it was on a bet?"

Alyssa smiled, "No, not at first. Not for quite a while actually."

Melissa seemed confused, "So you lost a bet and ended up with a husband."

Alyssa grinned, "He's not my husband anymore."

I nodded and mumbled, "Thank god," I knew right away I'd made a mistake so I said, "I didn't mean that," I saw Alyssa still looked hurt so I added, "She divorced me."

Alyssa, self-assurance restored said, "I had to. No self-respecting wife could've stayed with him."

Allen Showcroft, being a complete outsider asked, "I don't get it."

Alyssa leaned back. Her dress slid up, the tops of her nylons were clearly visible, and her panties were perilously close to exposure, "Let me explain."

Everyone leaned in. 

I interrupted, "What do you think you're going to explain?"

She got all puffed up, "I'm going to tell them about us."

I mumbled, "Oh shit."

She went on, "I'd just finished college. It'd taken me a little longer. I'd had a skiing accident my senior year and lost a little time. But I was finally out and had joined my parents in Oslo for the Nobel awards. Don Juan over there," she pointed at me her ex-husband, "he was there to get some kind of award, and like I said he was a mess. After me and my friends talked it over we all decided I should be his savior. I went to work."

The young Melissa interrupted, "Didn't you say you were recovering from a heartbreak?"

Alyssa replied, "Yes, well that's partly true, but the man I'd been dating; he and I had already parted ways. He wanted something from me I wasn't prepared to give up yet."

"What was that," asked Melissa.

Alyssa pulled her dress up and rubbed her crotch. I was embarrassed. Come on. I mean she's a middle aged woman!

She didn't notice and went on, "I was still technically a virgin at the time, and I didn't think the boy was worth the price," she glowered at me, "I ended up giving it to some jackass," she winked at me, "but let me get back to 'Jackass', I mean Gavin. Like I said he needed more than just a bath. My friends and I got him out of the luncheon. That's where we were; it was only a quasi-formal thing so there wouldn't have been any real repercussions.

Once we were outside all my friends, like we'd planned, slowly drifted off leaving me with lug-head over there," she pointed at me again.

"I told him, since I didn't have a ride, he needed to take me home. Well idiot didn't have a car so we ended up getting a taxi. I had to pay the taxi fare by the way. Numskull didn't have any money. Together we went back to where my parents and I were staying. I persuaded him to escort me upstairs where I changed into something more casual."

I interrupted, "What she means is she took her bra off."

Alyssa frowned at me, "Shut up Gavin this is my story. Well I took my bra off and slipped on a pretty mini-skirt and white blouse. Then I told him we were going shopping. I took him out and bought him a whole new wardrobe." 

I stopped her, "Let me say something a minute."

Alyssa looked at me, "Keep it short. This is my story."

I admonished, "This is your version of 'our' story, but I'll keep this short," I glanced around at everybody, "Most of you have heard this before, but in a nutshell Alyssa played Professor Henry Higgins to my Eliza Doolittle."

Showcroft chuckled, "Oh I get it Pygmalion like in George Bernard Shaw." 

I smiled, "Well she tried."

Alyssa took back over, "I would've succeeded too, but he was too stupid," she mumbled, "still is."

Melissa chimed in, "In 'My Fair Lady' didn't Professor Higgins..."

I smiled, "That was Alyssa's doing too."

Alyssa broke in, "My story remember?"

We all sat back. 

Alyssa went on, "Well I got him to a clothiers. My dad's rich so money wasn't a problem; only his stupid pride," she pointed at me again, "but I took care of that..."

"How'd you do that," asked Melissa.

Alyssa smiled broadly, "I have my ways...Now where was I? Oh, I got him a new wardrobe. We went to a barber's and I saw to it he got a decent haircut. I got him cleaned up and all freshened up, all except those stupid glasses."

I interjected, "I can't wear contacts."

Alyssa pouted, "Tell me about it. Well I got him some new clothes and I had about two weeks so I started taking him out. I'd re-clothed him so I wanted to show him off. Well somewhere along the way the skinny idiot fell in love with me. Believe me I had no clue. He found out I lived in London. He got reassigned to one of the research centers in England. When I got home after the two weeks he was already there. He'd rented a flat, bought a cheap car, and started stalking me."

Mrs. Manning was finding out some new things, "Stalking you say?"

Alyssa pondered what she'd said, "Not exactly stalking. He started calling and asking me out. I told my friends about the American idiot who'd fallen for me and kept following me around. Many of them were the same friends who'd tricked me into the bet. They took me one step further. I don't know how they talked me into it, but they persuaded me to seduce lover-boy over there to get him to ask if I would marry him."

I spoke up, "I didn't know any of this."

Melissa asked Alyssa, "Did you...seduce him I mean."

Alyssa went on, "It was like taking candy from a baby. Here's a guy who'd finished American high school when he was fifteen. He'd gone straight to university, and from there to graduate school and then right into research. He knew about sex, but he'd never had a real relationship. To tell the truth I sort of felt sorry for him. Within a month he was head over heels in love with me."

Allen Showcroft asked, "What happened then?"

I sat back. I wondered how she'd handle this.

Alyssa got a little quieter, "He really did fall for me. I mean he really fell in love. I didn't think it would happen."

Melissa nodded, "Yeah?'

"Well," Alyssa was almost whispering by then, "he asked me to marry him."

Showcroft asked, "What'd he get down on one knee?"

Alyssa looked at me. With all her problems I didn't think she thought she'd be talking about this, not tonight.

Alyssa sighed, "Yes he did get down on one knee. In fact," she sighed again, "he did it in a restaurant in front of a dozen of my friends. We were eating in a nice Spanish place. Everyone had been drinking. I hadn't noticed, but Gavin hadn't; he'd stuck with water and iced tea all night,' she paused again and smiled faintly, "imagine iced tea in a Spanish restaurant in England. Anyway almost out of nowhere a musician appeared with a mandolin. He started playing something sappy..."

I interrupted, "He was playing 'Somewhere Once upon a Dream', and it wasn't sappy."

She nodded diffidently, "Yes it was; it was very sappy, absolutely sappy, but you made it even worse," she looked at the others, "oh yes he got down on one knee. My friends didn't know what was happening. I didn't know. Then he got out this little box. He opened it and took out this ring. He held it up and..."

I interrupted again, "I asked her to marry me."

Mrs. Manning asked, "What happened then?"

Alyssa was quiet, very quiet, she replied, "All my friends started to laugh."

Melissa then asked, "Oh my, what did Gavin do?"

Alyssa responded, "Nothing he didn't know. He just knelt there and stared at me. He was so sincere. I mean the love on his face was palpable. I felt like a shit bastard. He looked like this homeless puppy dog. My friends slowly began to realize he was in earnest. One by one they stopped laughing. He was just kneeling there holding this stupid ring and looking at me. I think he started to realize something was wrong. He asked me, he said, 'am I out of line here?' 

I was so stunned. I couldn't think of anything to say, then one of my friends looked over at the ring. She said, 'oh how nice; a quarter carat?' I was so embarrassed."

One of my other friends grinned and said to me, 'Looks like you won.'

Then Gavin looked at me, he said, 'Won? Won what?'"

Mrs. Manning was clearly unhappy, "I never heard any of this before."

Alyssa shrugged. Even after over twenty-seven years that night could still bring the beginnings of tears to her eyes, she added, "He had no idea it was all a joke, a stupid dumb joke. I never thought...I mean he actually really did...he'd fallen in love with me...he'd fallen enough in love to want to marry me, then he asked me right there out in a public restaurant."

I spoke up, "I was stupid I guess."

Alyssa looked at me, "No you weren't we...I was cruel. I never...all that time I'd never thought of you as a person. You were just a game to me. It was then that one of my friends cleared things up. He looked at Gavin and told him, 'We'd made a bet with Alyssa. We bet she couldn't get you to ask her to marry you.'"

Alyssa gulped, "I never dreamt. I never dreamed he'd go that far. I mean to ask me and in public. I saw the look on his face. Suddenly I realized two things. I realized we'd...I'd done a terrible thing, and second I realized...I realized...I guess I realized I'd fallen for him too."

Melissa chimed up, "What happened then?"

I kept quiet. This was Alyssa's show. I watched her as she looked at Melissa, then one by one she looked at all of us, stopping last with me. I could see, even after all this time, she was moved.

Alyssa said, "Gavin, he manned up. He sat back in his chair, he put the ring away, and said, I think I remember he said, 'Well wow. I didn't know. I mean a joke. That's a good one. I guess the joke's on me.' Then he looked at me, he smiled and said, 'Hey look. It's late. I guess I'll be going.' He slowly got up, pushed his chair under the table, he looked at me and softly said, 'I don't want to stay and ruin the rest of the evening. Maybe you could get a ride home with one of your friends.' Then he leaned over, he kissed my cheek, and after that he walked out of the restaurant. I was so stunned. I watched as he handed the maître de a wad of cash and pointed to our table. Then he disappeared." 

Showcroft asked, "Then what happened?"

Alyssa replied, "Nothing I just sat there. I felt like such a fool. I felt like a fool not just because I'd humiliated a wonderful man. I felt like a fool because it dawned on me; I wanted that ring. I wanted that stupid quarter carat diamond ring. Gee imagine me. My dad's worth millions. I'd gotten two carat diamond earrings while I was in grade school."

Showcroft added, "You got up. You went after him right?'

Alyssa sat there and answered, "No, I didn't do anything. All my friends started laughing again. They congratulated me on my prank. Some even laughed at how we'd made fool of a Yank. I laughed along with them. I laughed so hard I started to cry. I did cry. I just wasn't crying for the same reason." 

Melissa wonderingly asked, "Then what?"

Alyssa answered, "Oh we stayed another hour or so. I went home alone. I called his flat, but no one answered. Then I went to bed. The next day I went to see him. He'd already left. I went to the university where he'd been doing his research. They told me he'd already been there, that he'd quit, that he was returning to the States."

"What did you do then," asked Showcroft.

"First I went home and had a good cry. Then I called Heathrow. He hadn't booked anything there. I called all around; he'd booked out of Luton. I used my dad's information service and found out he'd booked a flight to Germany. He wasn't going straight back to America."




Alyssa and Gavin



"Then what," asked Melissa.

"Oh I went crazy. I had to find him. I had to apologize, but most of all I wanted to tell him yes!"

I stopped her there, "If you'll let me Alyssa; I'll fill in some from here," Alyssa nodded so I went on, "I was pretty upset about the bet and all, but at the time I never gave a thought about the size of the ring. I knew her family was rich, but the ring was more a symbol to me. Well I felt pretty bad. I wasn't angry or anything. I just felt stupid. I kept kicking myself, figuratively. I should have known better. I was this working class kid from Scranton, Pennsylvania; she was Saint John's Woods. I put the ring away, and made myself a promise to use the ring as a reminder to never make a fool of myself over any woman ever again.

From there I went to Germany. I transferred all my paper records from England back to the United States. I took some cash and decided to take a few weeks off. I bought a backpack. Hell I was in my early twenties. I decided to see a little of Europe. I figured I'd travel Europe a little, and then maybe go home to Pennsylvania; yeah just go home and hang out a while."

Mrs. Manning looked at Alyssa and frowned, "And you; didn't you do anything?'

Alyssa answered, "Yes I did. I decided to find him. First I went home and told my mom and dad about the bet; then I told them I was going to go get him." 

Alyssa paused, then went on, "I suppose this is where I'm supposed to tell everybody about how the rich self-centered parents didn't say anything. Well that wasn't true. First they were furious with me about the bet. You see they really liked Gavin there," she pointed at me again, "they thought he was the greatest. I'd been something of a wild child up until then. I wasn't promiscuous. No I wasn't exactly a full-fledged virgin. I given out a few hand jobs, and there'd been some furtive fingering," she touched her crotch, "but no heavy duty stuff. My parents, well they'd seen all along what I'd only recently come to realize. Gavin was young and innocent in many ways, but he was...well he was a...he was a real man. Not the 'rock em sock em' type; he was the stand up and be there type."   

Alyssa coughed. I recognized what she was doing; she was choking back some tears, but she got it together and went on, "My parents were frantic. I was their only child. I'd already had a bad skiing accident. They were afraid they'd lose me. They made me promise I would call every night. Dad, being a government official, had the ability to keep track of not only me, but he could keep track of Gavin if he ever used his credit cards." 

"So you chased him all over Europe," Melissa supposed.

Alyssa grinned and answered, "No not at all. I'm not stupid. Gavin's a geneticist. He'd done research using very rare Neanderthal DNA. I correctly surmised the first place he'd go would be Neander, Germany. I checked the flights; got a flight to Cologne, and then rented a car, I drove to Dusseldorf, from there to the Neander Valley, and then to Neander."

Showcroft asked, "Was he there? Did you find him?"

Alyssa replied, "Yes I did. He was there."

Showcroft continued, "And then?"

"Well I found him," responded Alyssa, "he was at the museum there..."

Melissa asked, "Yes, and then?"

Alyssa smiled and answered, "When I found him he was staring at some really tiny artifacts. I remember he had his thick glasses on. I ran up behind him. I turned him around. He's skinny so it was easy to move him around. I turned him around and said...I said - Yes!"

Melissa asked, "Then what did he do?"

Alyssa replied, "First he asked me if this was part of the bet. I told him no. I meant it. Then I asked him for the ring. And guess what! He had it in his pocket. He took it out and he put it on my finger," she reached down to her throat and held up a thin gold chain, "here it is, since we're divorced I don't wear on my finger, but I keep here on a chain close to my heart. Look see it's the same ring, that and the wedding band. See look, the same quarter carat," she held it out so everyone could see it.

Showcroft leaned back like he'd just finished a good book, "Ah then you two got married and have lived happily ever after ever since."

Alyssa looked at me, "No, first we had our three kids, and then I divorced him."

Showcroft looked confused, "Why? What'd he cut out on you? Did you cut out on him?"

I interrupted then, "No and no. She divorced me because she's stupid."

Showcroft looked from me to Alyssa, "I don't get it."

I glared at Alyssa, "Tell him stupid."

Alyssa shook her head. I figured this would be when she'd started one of her stupid phony crying jags, she murmured, "I have my reasons."

I was pissed. This had pissed me off for quite a few years, "If you don't tell them I will."

Alyssa flung her head back, pulled her dress almost all the way up and said, "Look."

I'd seen this little charade before so I just sat back and watched.

Melissa looked at her legs, her ass, and then at her face, "What, I don't see anything."

Showcroft gave her a quick look, but looked over at me instead, "I don't see anything either."

Alyssa pushed her dress back down, "I have a degenerative neuro-muscular ailment."

Melissa looked totally flabbergasted, "You have what something like Multiple sclerosis so you divorced your husband? That doesn't make any sense. He didn't give it to you. He couldn't."

I clapped my hand in singular applause, "Another person with an intelligent remark," Melissa looked at me like she wasn't sure if I was being sarcastic or making fun of her.

Showcroft interjected, "I still don't get it."

I tried to clarify, "It's not MS, but the skiing accident she had when she was in college seems to have slowly metamorphosed into something that's gotten progressively worse with age. We've been working on it for the last few years. We seem to be out of 'doable' surgical options."

Alyssa threw a little more gas on the fire, "I can never get better. I'm going to die strapped in a wheel chair or in a bed someplace. I'm going to be a useless invalid, a helpless cripple."

I shook my head sideways, "She's on one of her 'stupid binges' now."

Alyssa spoke up...again, "Don't you see? I'm a cripple. I can barely walk," she pointed to a young man standing in the shadows in a corner of the room, "that's our son. He's here to take us home. That's my wheelchair," she pointed to the chair he had beside him, "Maybe you didn't notice, but both before and after the wedding Gavin had to half carry me in and out of the church. I can only walk a few steps. I can't do anything by myself anymore. Gavin has to do everything."

I lifted my arm and signaled for our son Michael to come over. He started wheeling the chair toward us.

Showcroft scratched his head, "Honestly Mrs. McCloud or Ms.Trevelyan or whoever you are, "That's about the stupidest reason for a divorce I've ever heard."

I raised my right hand in a fist, "I agree. I heartily agree."

Alyssa seemed to sob, "You don't understand. My Gavin, I mean idiot here; he leads an active life, he needs a whole woman. He needs someone he can share things with. We used to go skiing, mountain biking, scuba diving, we used to go rock climbing together. Now we can't do any of those things, and it's because of me."

Melissa said, "So you two live apart, but for things like today's wedding," it was our older daughter's wedding, "you come together."

I laughed, "No not at all. In a few minutes we'll both get in her specialized vehicle. Michael here will drive us home. We'll go upstairs like always, and a little later tonight we'll make mad passionate love. In fact, except for a few minor adjustments, our lovemaking will be just as fervent, just as fulfilling, and just as meaningful as it was before we knew anything about 'our inconvenience'. Later after we make love I'll go downstairs and fix us some snacks. Maybe we'll watch a little TV, or read. Regardless, we'll do it together. Married or not we're a couple."

Then Showcroft, as if to finalize my wife's stupid little story said, "So she got hurt. She decided to divorce you so you could go and do things you two used to do, but you both still live together, you both still make love, and if I might say without being too much of an ass, you two are still very much attached at the hip."

I nodded, "You've got it," I glanced over at Alyssa. Her lower lip was out and quivering in a pre-weeping pout. I calmly chided, "Alyssa."

She wiped a tear away and flipped her head back in defiance.

Mr. Andrews, president of the club then smiled and said, "Mr. McCloud, Ms. Trevelyan, if it's alright with you we'd like to finish cleaning up so we can send our people home. They've had a busy day."

I knew Patrick Andrews quite well, I said, "Sure, I'm sorry we overstayed," I walked over and scooped my wife up in my arms," I smiled at my son, "I think I'll carry her out to the car."

Alyssa wrapped her arms around my neck, "I'm sorry Gavin. I think I'm a little tired. I might be too tired for church tomorrow."

I kissed the top of her head, "That's OK sweetie we were in a church today," then I paused, "do me a favor will you?"

"What's that darling?"

I asked, "Marry me again?"

She replied rather wistfully, "No, but if we hurry home I'll..." then she leaned up and whispered something in my ear.

I kissed her head again, "OK I'll let you, but only if you let me...," I whispered the last part back in her ear.

She snuggled her head under my chin, "That seems fair," she kissed my neck, "you know we're living in sin don't you?"

I squeezed her tightly, "That's because you're stupid sweetheart."

She wrapped her hands even more tightly around my neck, "Oh I love you so much, but I want you to be free."

I kissed her again, "Oh just shut up."

And that's the end.

A brief epilogue:

They never remarried. Alyssa was determined that since her ailment was making her progressively weaker Gavin should be allowed to be free to do whatever he wanted and be able to do it completely free of guilt. At the same time he could never make her understand his freedom and his happiness were indivisibly connected to her total presence in his life. Married or divorced they'd stay together side by side totally and unequivocally united until they died. And that's the way it stayed. 

I know after I did Tommy and Helen I promised something with a lot of sex, but I just had to get this one out.



Alyssa & Jan



This is not really a standalone story rather it is the continuation of the story of "Alyssa." If you have not read that story, this one may seem to start rather abruptly. I would encourage you to go to my index of stories and read "Alyssa" before reading this one.

Following Alyssa's advice and upon her promise to take me to the party, aka gangbang, I took a well needed nap and rested. The next thing I knew, I was being shaken awake by Alyssa, with her saying; "Come on sleepyhead, it's time to get up and go to the party."

It only took a couple of seconds for my sleepy mind to clear enough to remember I had just fucked Alyssa downstairs on the sofa. Not only that, she was encouraging me to go with her where she and the other girl I had just met the same night, would be the entertainment at a gangbang with an entire men's softball team. Her encouragement included a promise that I could fuck her again, fuck her friend Jan and have Jan suck my cock, which according to Alyssa, was Jan's favorite thing to do.

I might have been slow in school, but I am no idiot. As my feet hit the floor, I asked; "What should I wear?"

"It doesn't matter; you won't be wearing clothes that much anyway. Just wear what you have on."

Well, what I had on was just a pair of shorts, with no shirt and no underwear. I had used my shirt to wipe my hands after having my fingers in Alyssa's pussy and ass. I grabbed a polo shirt that somewhat matched my shorts, slipped on a pair of sandals and said; "How about this?"

"You look a little over dressed to me, but that will do until we get to the party."

Alyssa led me out to her car, which was a mid-80s red Mustang. It was a good thing she was driving as we traveled down back roads, between and around orange groves and finally to an older farmhouse set between two of those orange groves. There was only one car there, a red Pontiac Grand Am parked beside the house. Alyssa pulled up alongside it and said; "Good! Jan is the only one here. Come on, I want you to fuck her before the others get here."

As Alyssa was parking, I asked; "How old is Jan?"

"She's already 21. Her birthday was in May. We went to high school together; I've known her for about 6 years."

Alyssa jumped out of the car and practically ran to my side, reaching for my hand as I open the passenger door. She pulled me out of her car and skipped merrily along while we crossed the front yard and stepped onto the huge front porch of this old farmhouse. If I didn't know better, it would look like a couple out on a date. There were screens on all the windows as well as the front door set in the middle of the porch. All the windows were open as was the door and music could be heard, coming from inside.

Alyssa opened the screen door and pulled me through the opening before the spring could reclose the door. The screen door slammed, announcing our arrival, at which time Alyssa yelled; "Jan come here; I have a surprise for you."

The door had opened into an older style living room and not an entry hall. The room had a few chairs and a sofa, but was not overly crowded. Just then, Jan appeared at the door leading into the back portion of the house, wearing nothing except a pair of red bikini panties. When she saw me, she grabbed her titties and said; "Damn it Alyssa, why didn't you tell me someone was with you? I could at least put on a shirt."

"That's alright, you remember Jim from earlier tonight. I've already fucked him and I told him your favorite thing to do, so he agreed to come to the party with me. He wants to see if you are a good as everybody says."

"So...you want me to suck your dick? You want me to do it right now or you want to wait 'til everyone else gets here?"

Alyssa put her two cents worth is; "I want you to do it right now. I don't want you to be distracted by anyone else."

Jan had dropped her hands by that time was proudly exhibiting her titties, which were not as large as Alyssa's, but a firm and shapely B cup. She said; "Well come on; I'm already nearly naked; it won't take me long to get ready."

Alyssa added; "His dick probably still taste like my pussy, it hasn't been but a little while since he fucked the shit out of me."

Jan had turned toward the room at the rear of the house, which looked as if a couple of walls had been removed to make one huge room with a kitchen at one end. As she walked, she was pulling off her panties and obviously getting ready for some kind of sexual activity. After she was completely naked, I asked; "Do you like the taste of Alyssa's pussy?"

"I love to taste her pussy, but the only way she will let me taste it is off of someone's dick."

"Would you lick her pussy if she let you?"

"Yes, I would love to lick her pussy."

"How about it Alyssa; can Jan lick your pussy?"

"I'll let her lick me while you fuck her doggie, but first I want to see her give you a blowjob."

Were these girls reading my dreams? Whether they knew it or not, they were fulfilling my fantasies. Jan motioned me toward a large arm chair and waited until I dropped my shorts and sit down. She dropped to her knees in between my legs and grabbed my cock with both hands. She licked around the head like she was cleaning up the melting portion of an ice cream cone and then took about three inches of my cock into her mouth. She bobbed up and down with only her lips and tongue touching my cock and then she suddenly plunged down and took my entire cock down her throat. She obviously had almost no gag reflexes and I could feel her swallowing my cock as if she was trying to get it to go down her throat. After five or six times of swallowing, she pulled off, looked at me with a smile of accomplishment and asked; "You like that?"

I think for the moment, we all forgot about my cock tasting like Alyssa's pussy; I know I was only thinking about Jan's mouth at the time. I answered her question by saying; "Yeah, I like that real good,"

She returned to her, self-claimed favorite thing to do; sucking cock. As good as she was, the earlier fucking I had gotten from Alyssa was affecting my ability to cum quickly (good or bad). My normal nature is to hunch forward, in and out as I am getting sucked, but this time I was relatively still as Jan performed the blow job. I think she sensed my condition and that is probably because the younger guys in their group of friends only lasted a minute or two with her unique and talented technique.  

Jan looked up toward Alyssa and said; "Okay, you promised, I am doing my part and I don't think he is going to cum very quick after you fucked him, so bring your pussy here." With that statement and request, she grabbed me by the hand and pulled me to a standing position while reaching for Alyssa's hand at the same time. Jan was acting as the pivot as she guided me to behind her in one direction and Alyssa in front of her on the other side.

Alyssa had already removed her shorts and I guess she didn't put on panties after we had fucked, so she was naked from the waist down. She sit down on the front edge of the chair and leaned back, half lying with only her head held up by the back of the chair. She pulled her feet up and placed one heal on either side of her hips and spread her knees wide, leaving her recently fucked pussy, spread invitingly in front of Jan.

Jan was back on her knees in front of Alyssa, so she leaned forward getting ready to lick that pussy. Alyssa, remembering the other portion of the deal we had made, quickly covered herself with both hands and said: "Not so fast there young lady, I want to see Jim fuck you doggie."

Jan looked at me over her shoulder and said; "Come on Jim, get your dick in me so we can shut her up."

I got on my knees behind Jan and with my hands, helped spread he knees further apart to lower her pussy to the correct height. I placed my left hand on her hip for balance and stabilization and grabbed my cock with my right hand. Just a couple of wipes up and down with my cock between her pussy lips proved Jan was well lubricated and ready for penetration. Pushing forward slightly as I sawed my cock up and down allowed me to penetrate her as soon as we were aligned properly. With just the head of my cock held at the opening of Jan's pussy, I moved my hands to hold her by the hips on each side and hunched forward to enter this second girl in the same night.

Jan moaned her approval as Alyssa said; "Yeah, fuck her good Jim. Fuck her like you did me." Then addressing Jan, she added; "He has nice a cock doesn't he?"

I still felt like I was living a dream as Jan agreed by saying; "Can you play softball? Maybe you can join the team and become a regular." Just then, it seemed Jan remembered another promise. "Get your hands off that pussy girl and let me get to it."

Not only did Alyssa move her hands exposing her pussy to Jan, she leaned forward enough to grab Jan's head and pull it into place. Jan's pussy was maybe a little tighter than Alyssa's but more than that; the two of them were built differently in that area. Jan's pelvic bone was tight against the top of her vulva and her g-spot seemed very close to that area also. In the doggie position, I could feel the hardness of her pelvic bone on the underside of my cock, especially if I pushed down on the small of her back and lowered my position so my entry was more vertical and less horizontal. After just 4 or 5 minutes of this different sensation and watching Alyssa splayed out with her pussy being eaten by the same girl I was fucking, I felt a climax coming on strong.

I was working up a good sweat and so was Jan, so before I completely lost all control, I said; "Girl, I'm close to cumming, where do you want it?"

She took her mouth off Alyssa's pussy long enough to look back at me and say; "Just cum all over my ass; I love that!" With that information, I pounded hard a few more times, then pulled out, straightened more upright on my knees and grabbed my cock with my right hand. I was so close to spurting it didn't take more than a few jerks back and forth before I shot 2 strong spurts on that ass that was presented so invitingly.

I was 42 at the time and because of the type work I was doing and the number of hours we worked some weeks, I was in pretty good physical shape. At least I was for my age, but these girls were only 20 & 21 and they had worn me out. I'm sure the long motorcycle ride had something to do with it also. I had scrubbed my knees pretty thoroughly on the carpet, so I stood up as I told Jan; "You asked for it girl, so you got it, but that's all I've got for now."

With the main show over, Alyssa said; "Why don't we clean up and wait for the boys to get here?"

Jan voiced no complaints and pulled away from her task of eating Alyssa's pussy. As she was standing up, I asked her: "Is there a place I can take a quick shower?" And then added; "It looks like you could use one too."

Turning toward the end of the large room that still had doors, she said; "Sure, right this way. We can take one together if you want. I'll wash your back if you wash mine."

"That sounds like a deal to me, but don't expect more than a back wash. I may not get hard again for a week."

"Oh, I bet Alyssa and I can get you hard much quicker than that." As I followed her toward the bathroom, Alyssa headed over toward the kitchen portion of this multi-purpose room. When we reached a rather large old farm house type bathroom, Jan open the door of the tub enclosure and turned the hot water on as she explained; "It takes a couple of minutes for the hot water to get here. I'll get us a couple of towels."

I checked the water temperature and it seemed warm enough to use, so I stepped in the tub and got wet while Jan was wiping the cum off her ass with toilet paper. I grabbed the bar of soap from the holder and started lathering up as Jan opened the other door of the tub enclosure which partially closed the one she first opened closer to the faucets. Where I was standing and the angle of the showerhead had the water hitting me on the chest. As Jan stepped inside the tub and closed the doors, she picked up a wash cloth and reaching around me, held it in the stream of water against my chest. With the cloth wet, she took the soap from me and started using it as well as the wet cloth to lather up and wash my back.

When she reached the small of my back, she continued down my hips and as far as she could reach down my legs. Evidently not satisfied with her reach, she squatted down and placed a knee on each side of my legs and used her left hand for added balance. From there she washed my entire legs, including the fronts and the top if each foot. Then she started back up and when she reached my ass, she spent additional time on it and even reached around and washed my cock. Pulling the wash cloth back she said; "Spread your legs and bend over."

The way she was gripping my legs with hers, I couldn't spread mine very far, so she sensed the problem and relaxed her legs as she said; "Just put your feet outside mine and spread your legs as far as you can." As I was maneuvering my feet around trying not to fall on the slippery tub, I guess she had a better idea and moved to her knees behind me. This gave me more room and with the tub sides against the outside of each foot, I felt a little more secure, although I did feel a little uneasy exposing my asshole to this very pretty 21 year old girl.

Jan seemed perfectly relaxed as if it was an everyday occurrence. She continued to wash my butt and as she did, I became more relaxed and trusting. The sensation was really very pleasant as I bent forward putting my head under the shower head and letting the warm water run through my hair and down my backside from neck to my ass. She kept replenishing the soap on the wash cloth and washed areas she had already covered 3 and 4 times. She pushed slightly on my back, indicating I should bend forward more, so I placed both hands on the wall on either side of the shower controls and with the added support, I leaned forward as much as I could without falling.

With the additional room to work, Jan held the soap in one hand and the cloth in the other, reached between my legs and gave my balls and my cock, as well as my ass crack a thorough washing. Like she had predicted earlier, my cock was on the rise again, so she got a good grip on it with her left hand. She placed the bar of soap back in the soap dish and let the wash cloth drop to the tub where it glided toward the drain. She continued to rub back and forth as well as up and down my ass with her right hand as if she was redirecting the water running down my backside to get rid of all soap residue. Just about the time I was totally relaxed, she started circling one finger around my asshole. I have never been too fond of receiving ass play, although I like giving it, if the girl is really attractive to me.

With Jan, even though I just met her a few hours ago, I was quickly, totally relaxed and was letting her do what she wanted. I could feel her kissing me on my hips moving in a random pattern. Slowly, she was inching closer to my asshole without me even realizing what she was doing. When I was totally relaxed and comfortable with her anal play, she kissed me directly on my puckering asshole and although I jumped slightly at the surprise, it felt exciting in a taboo sort of way.

Since I initiated none of this play, it seemed Jan was enjoying what she was doing, so I just let her proceed. Before I realized it, she stuck her tongue inside the ass she had just washed with soap and water. That was a sensation I had never experienced before and I was totally lost in the moment. Then she pulled back and spoke for the first time in a couple of minutes. "I though you said you were worn out and couldn't get hard. What is this?" With that she started jerking my cock with her left hand. Then and only then did I realize I was totally hard and ready for more action.

She grabbed me by the sides of my hips and started twisting me, to turn me around. When I was facing her, she shuffled her feet under her; sitting on her heals while supporting herself on the balls of her feet and holding me by my legs for balance and added support. She looked up at me with lust filled eyes and said; "Why don't I finish that blow job I started earlier? Just grab me by the head and fuck my face. You know you want to."

She was correct on that; at that moment, I wanted to ram my cock down her throat. Not in any violent or sadistic way, but out of the lust and excitement she had created and with her encouragement. I grabbed the back of her head close to the base of her skull and pulled her to me. At the same time, she was guiding my cock to her mouth with her left hand as she was pulling me toward her with her right. With my cock securely inserted in Jan's mouth, she moved the hand holding it and then used both hands to pull me to her even harder. By then, my hands on her head were more for balance and alignment and she was the aggressor.

Pulling me as hard as was reasonably possible, she buried her nose in my pubic hair for maybe 6 to 7 seconds and then pulled off me with tears in her eyes, but a smile on her lips and an expression of joy and accomplishment. She spoke one word; "Again." With that; she did it, again. She repeated that routine maybe 5 times and then changed her spoken message to; "Come on; cum in my mouth." She repeated the deep throat and then repeated the words; "Come on; I want you to cum in my mouth."

Just then, the sliding glass door opened and Alyssa was standing there stark naked saying; "I wondered what was taking so long. Go ahead Jim. She wants you to cum in her mouth, so do it."

At that point, I was so close to cumming, a train wreck wouldn't have stopped me. I looked at Alyssa who was grinning ear to ear, pulled hard on Jan's head and cum. Now, after the night I had already experienced, it was a light load, but a climax just the same. Jan seemed proud of her accomplishment and gave fist pump as she said; "YES!"

I turned back toward the showerhead and rinsed my cock off, then took the towel Alyssa was handing me as I stepped out of the tub onto a bath mat. Jan picked up the wash cloth and soap and moved quickly into the stream of water. As I cleared the way, Alyssa closed the tub enclosure then said; "So how was her blowjob?"

"That was the best I have ever had. You were correct about her liking to suck cock."

From the tub, Jan said; "Hey, I heard that. Don't be talking about me behind my back."

Alyssa retorted; "We weren't talking behind your back; you could hear everything we said. Plus, it's no secret that you would rather suck dick than anything."

"I guess I left my shorts and shirt in the other room."

Alyssa answered; "Yeah, they are on the sofa. Why don't you relax until the team gets here? You have had a full night of fucking and sucking, I'd say."

I went to the big room and retrieved my clothes, leaving Alyssa and Jan the bathroom. I was just starting to relax when I heard cars coming into the driveway. I started toward the bathroom to warn the girls, but they met me at the door to the hallway, both still totally naked. I said; "With the number of cars I hear, it looks like the party is here."

Jan replied saying; "Alyssa, are you ready for this?"

"Jan, you know I am always ready. What about you?"

"As long as there are cocks to be sucked, it's my job to make the team happy."

To be continued in the last chapter of this series. 



Alyssa and Samantha



I first met her when I was in high school. Alyssa was my age, but it wasn't her that I was interested in. Instead, I wanted her mother. Samantha was in her late thirties and she was beautiful. She was tall, with red hair, green eyes and a voluptuous figure. Samantha instantly became the woman that I fantasized about.

I started going over to Alyssa's house three or four days a week after school. We would hang out in her room and if I were lucky enough Samantha would chat with us for a little while. After almost a month of this, one day I got out of school and headed straight to Alyssa's house, but when Samantha answered the door she told me that Alyssa had gone to her father's house that day. However, she invited me inside and the next thing I knew I was sitting on the couch. Samantha was wearing a white satin robe as she had just gotten out of the bath when I rang the door bell and she looked incredible.

As I was sitting on the couch Samantha sat on the cushion next to me, turning her body so she could face me. Her legs were crossed, causing the robe to open slightly. I couldn't help but to look at her smooth skin on the inside of her thighs. She noticed me staring at her and bluntly asked me if I though that she was sexy. I stuttered out of nervousness but answered yes. She told me that she has noticed me checking her out over the last month. She also asked me if I had seen a woman undressed before. At the age of eighteen I had not and proceeded to tell her so. Samantha then shocked me as she untied her robe and let it lay open, exposing her large breasts that were slightly covered in freckles and her hard, thick nipples. I had felt the breasts of some of the girls my age that I had made out with, but none had breasts or nipples as large as Samantha's. 

I just sat there and stared at her breasts. My heart was pounding and my dick was rock hard. I had to move in my seat to adjust myself. I looked up from her breasts, into her eyes and she turned her body to face me and then spread her legs. I was so nervous I couldn't look away from her face, but she encouraged me to look at the rest of her body. I slowly looked down and was captured by the beauty between her legs. Samantha had a patch of red, curly hair shaved to be just a couple of inches wide and a few inches tall. She had no hair on the sides or underneath the opening of her pussy. Her pussy had thick lips and a distinctive bump where her clit was. At the time I had no idea what I was really looking at, but over the next few months she taught me everything that I would ever need to know.

As I sat there and stared at her body, I could feel my dick get fully hard and my boxer briefs getting soaked with pre cum. Samantha could see my enjoyment and she encouraged more as she started to rub her nipples. I watched as she rolled her nipples between her fingers, then slid one of her hands down between her legs. Her pussy had become wet and she was using three fingers to spread her wetness around on the lips of her pussy.

Samantha asked me to undress, and I did so without hesitation. I stood in front of her naked, with my hard dick pointed strait out. A bead of pre cum dripped off of my dicks head and fell to the carpet. Samantha reached over and pulled me close to her. I stood on my knees in front of her and she sat on the edge of the couch with me between her legs. She gently grabbed my dick with one hand, and pulled me closer to her with her other hand on my butt. Placing the head of my dick at her pussy, she pulled the two of us together and I was instantly as deep inside her as I could be. She was so warm, so soft and so wet. The feeling was incredible. I had no idea that being inside of a woman would feel so good. Samantha started to move her hips away from me for just a few inches, and then slid back to me, burying my dick deep within her. The feelings were too much to contain and I started to have the most intense orgasm. My young body filled her with cum. 

After I came she wrapped her arms around me and buried my face between her breasts. She continued to hold me close as my dick became soft and my cum started to leak out of her pussy. She told me that we were going to have many more encounters like this one and that she was going to teach me how to pleasure a woman. Samantha then had me pull my dick out of her and complimented me on the large amount of cum that I had filled her with. I was a little embarrassed by all of this and dressed then went home.

That night I couldn't get the afternoons events off of my mind. I had images of her body and memories of the sensations that she gave me racing through my mind. I couldn't help but wonder what else Samantha was going to show me.

To be continued....

Chapter Two 

It had been one week since I had returned to Samantha's house. It's not that it wasn't on my mind. I fantasized about her every night for hours as I laid in bed and pleasured my dick and my balls. I could have several orgasms at night thinking of her and I would still wake up the next morning with my balls aching for her touch. One morning I finally decided that I had to go back. 

That afternoon I skipped my last class at school and rushed to her home. When I arrived, I sat in my car for a moment and caught my breath as my heart was pounding with excitement. Soon I had the courage and rang the doorbell. Just a few seconds later Samantha answered the door and my heart skipped a beat as she was wearing a sheer white robe that stopped just below her crotch. 

She pulled me inside and our mouths met. Her lips were full, warm and wet. Our tongues kissed and licked each other. My instantly hard dick was pressed up against her as she held me close. I slid my young hand up to her full breasts and found that her nipples were as hard as my dick. 

After a few minutes we stopped kissing, she welcomed me back and told me that she was afraid she had scared me off as I hadn't been back sooner. I told her that I was nervous to come back, but I couldn't stop thinking about our last time together. I was embarrassed, but she simply grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to the master bedroom. The walls were a deep red, and in the center of the room was a four-post bed, with sheer white fabric draped from the rails. 

She led me to the edge of the bed and told me that she heard my car pull up to her house so she quickly changed into the robe and that she was going to start undressing me. She immediately pulled my T-shirt over my head and soon thereafter she had unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down to the floor. I stood in front of her as she sat on the bed. She reached over and slid her two thumbs inside of the top of my boxer briefs. Samantha slowly pulled them, revealing my hard dick with its head covered in pre-cum. 

As my boxers slid down to my ankles, she opened her mouth, placing her lips around the tip of my dick and slowly slid the first four inches of it into her mouth. Her mouth was so warm. It felt amazing as she moved her tongue and her lips up and down the shaft of my dick, all the while never leaving eye contact with me. I felt like I was going to cum. I hadn't masturbated that morning and my balls felt like they were going to explode. 

Just as I was about to cum Samantha pulled my dick out of her mouth and told me that I couldn't cum yet, as the afternoon was young. I stepped out of my clothes and Samantha asked me to lie down next to her so we could talk. She told me that I couldn't tell anyone what we were doing and without a doubt I had agreed. With that she untied her sheer robe and took it off. Without another word she moved to the end of the bed and placed my throbbing, wet dick back in her mouth. 

As Samantha moved her full lips up and down my dick she started rubbing my swollen balls with one hand and used her other hand to rub the shaft of my dick in front of her mouth. I couldn't hold back from the sensation for too long and soon I had filled her mouth with my cum. Samantha swallowed it and lay on top of me, kissing my mouth. I could taste and feel my warm cum on her lips and in her mouth. The taste and the sensation were amazing. 

She then said that it was her turn and rolled off of me, lying on the bed next to me. She encouraged me to just lie on top of her and to suck on her nipples for a little while, allowing me to catch my breath from the enormous orgasm that I had just had. As I was on top of her I kissed and sucked on her large, firm nipples and could feel my cock growing hard once again. The feeling of her skin on my lips was incredible and soon I was kissing my way down her stomach, stopping at her patch of red pubic hair. 


The curly hair above her pussy was wet with her juices, and she had a strong but sweet scent. I continued to kiss closer to the lips of her pussy, and soon I found my lips and tongue spreading her wet, swollen pussy lips. Samantha moaned as I moved my tongue around them and over them. I had no idea what I was doing but she tasted so good I wanted to lick and suck every bit of her juices. 

Samantha slid her hands down from her breasts and moved them to the top of her pussy. She spread her lips with them, exposing her clit to me. I had no idea how big her clit was at the time, but after being with other women I now realize that Samantha had an enormous clitoris. 

She asked me to gently suck on it, and to kiss it with my tongue. I was eager to respond and soon her clit was being kissed and massaged by my firm lips and my soft tongue. I was loving the tastes of Samantha's pussy and was getting so turned on by the sounds that she was making. As I kissed her pussy she started to rock her hips and starting moaning louder. Moaning louder still, she placed her hands on the back of my head, pulling my mouth against her pussy. 

As I licked and kissed she slid her pussy up and down on my mouth, covering my mouth, chin and nose with her juices. It was the first orgasm that I had seen a woman have and I wanted to see more. As she calmed down, she pulled me up on top of her. My hard dick was again covered in pre cum and as I lied on top of her she opened her legs and pulled me close, causing my cock to slide deep into her pussy. 

She asked me to move slowly in and out of her as her pussy was sensitive from her orgasm. Her pussy was so wet from the combination of my saliva and her juices. It felt so good on my cock. She helped me find a rhythm of my cock moving in and out of her and soon I was sliding my cock deep inside of her, then slipping it almost all of the way out. I loved the sensations caused by the head of my cock touching the lips of her pussy and I moved in and out of her. 

As the minutes went by our breathing increased, and the pace of our fucking increased as well, but I would continue to slow down every few minutes, trying to delay my orgasm. We went on like this until Samantha grabbed my hips, holding me deep inside of her. Our pubic bones were pressed against each other and she started to gyrate her hips, causing the area just above the base of my dick to rub against her clit. 

Within just a few minutes Samantha was moaning hard and I felt her orgasm. Her pussy squeezed my cock with contractions and a flood of juices covered my cock and my balls. The sensation was too much to contain and I filled her pussy with my cum. I was surprised that I had any cum left in my body after Samantha went down on me, but I squirted every last drop of cum into her. 

My body was exhausted and I lied on top of her, with my head on top of her sweaty breasts. Samantha told me that she was amazed with how well I fucked her for just my second time being with a woman. 

After we caught our breath we showered together. Samantha washed every inch of my body as she told me if I went home smelling of sex my parents would be suspicious. I dressed and she walked me to the front door, asking me to come back on Saturday morning as her daughter, Alyssa would be gone for the weekend at a softball tournament. 

To be continued . . .