0 comments/ 30237 views/ 1 favorites First Lie By: BuckAustin Carol Wilson was preparing dinner when Linda, her beautiful eighteen-year-old daughter, came bouncing in the door. "Mom, I'm home!" She always shouted this, even though she made enough noise slamming the door to announce her presence. "How was your day sweety, lots of homework?" Carol asked, knowing the girl always got homework from at least two of her professors. "Not an awesome amount, but I did get one that's a real stumper. I need to get you involved to do it," the girl replied to her curious mother. "Get me involved? I'll try to help honey, but it's been a while since I did any algebra." No, no Mom, this is part of my Ethics class. You know, the one all Freshmen have to take," the cute teen explained, putting down her back pack in the hall. "I have to ask you a question, and you have to promise to give me an honest answer, no matter what. Ok," Linda asked, leaning on the counter next to her perplexed mother. "Well, I've always tried to be truthful with you dear. I....." "No, Mom, you haven't always. All parents tend to lie to their kids, if they don't want them to know something. You know . . . Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, where babies come from. In fact I don't think you ever really told me the truth about that one, you just sort of gave me the biological facts, not the details of how it's done, right?" Linda interrupted, glaring at her Mom with big blue eyes. "No, I guess I didn't, but my mother never even gave me as much as I told you about that subject. It's not easy talking to your child about sex, you'll find that out some day," Carol replied, getting a little irritated with the conversation. "I understand Mom, but I think it's better to learn how to give a blow job from your Mom than your girl friends. I know I'm gonna . . . " Linda Ann! No mother would discuss that with their daughter; it's just not . . . " "But Mom, they should! I bet Lucy Johnson wouldn't have gotten knocked up if she'd known how to do that. It's sort of insurance against getting pregnant," the girl interrupted her now red faced mother. "I see. So you think I've been neglecting your sexual education, is that it," Carol replied, trying very hard to maintain her composure. "Mom, I'm not complaining. You've told me more than some other parents tell, but it's just not enough. A girl needs to have some . . . " "All right dear, after diner bring a banana to my bedroom and I'll . . . " "No, no Mom, you miss the point. I learned how to "deep throat" banana's at sleep overs in the 8th grade. I'm now able to work a nine-inch dildo in and out of my throat for over a minute without gagging," the girl again interrupted her shocked Mom. Carol wanted to ask her where she got a dildo, but thought it was a stupid question. Her daughter was obviously a lot wiser in the ways of the flesh than she was at eighteen. She decided the conversation was getting way too serious. "Well I guess that explains why Billy is always so happy," Carol laughed, referring to Linda's boy friend. "Mother! It's not like I'm giving him head daily," the girl giggled, as she started helping her Mom with dinner. "I always preferred to take it down my throat too; never acquired a taste for cum. Your Father's so huge, it's always been easier to let him shoot it right into my tummy. I never have to taste it," Carol softly commented to her astonished daughter, as she continued to make a salad. "My God Mother! That's more than I need to know," the red faced girl replied, avoiding her Mom's eyes. "But Linda, you just shocked me with your sexual knowledge. Why can't I share a little with you?" Carol giggled, as she placed the large salad bowl on the table. "I don't know, I just never think about Daddy and you . . . " "Yes, I never thought about my parents having sex either. In fact, I tried not to think about it. However, I once came home unexpected from a girl scout camping trip, and caught them naked on the couch. They were so involved they didn't hear me come in, and my Dad never missed a stroke," Carol said, to the now attentive teen. "My God I would have died! What did you do," asked the wide-eyed girl, as she set the table. "I was numb with shock, but I was 12. I stood there a minute or so, listening to my Mom yell "fuck me, fuck me hard," and decided to slip out and sit on the porch for a while. A very adult decision for a twelve-year-old. When I came back in, I made a lot of noise." "Wow. You really got a graphic lesson in sex! You and Dad have been discreet, except for your screaming. When I was little, I thought he was punishing you for something," Linda confided with a giggle. Oops! Sorry about that dear. I've never had a small orgasm with your Daddy. He often tried to cover my mouth when I was cuming, but many times he was too engrossed with his own orgasm to care. Your Uncle Ralph never gave me . . . well, that would be more than you need to know," an embarrassed Carol said, as she brought the tea out. "Uncle Ralph? Mom what did you mean by that? C'mon Mom, you can't tease me like that, tell all. Remember what I said about telling the truth," the excited girl said tugging on her mother's arm. "I was dating your Uncle Ralph for over a year in High School before I met your Dad. Like most teenage boys he was very horny, and kept trying to get in my pants. Finally, in a stupid moment of weakness I allowed him to slip my panties off, and he managed to get between my legs. "Actually, he got extremely fortunate. He took my virginity without a condom. This was before BC pills Linda, so getting in some girl's panty was a real prize for a guy. But to take a virgin without a condom, was like winning the super bowl for boys. Losing your cherry to a naked penis was something the girls called a naked plucking. "Naturally, a few days later my girlfriend corners me and said everyone was talking about me getting a naked plucking on Saturday. I was so angry. I broke up with him. We eventually made up, but I wouldn't let him touch me again. He finally managed to talk me into some petting about every other date, but all I did after that was leave him with sore balls . . . sexually frustrated. Is that enough truth for you dear?" Carol giggled, as her shocked teen sat down. "Wow! I think I can ask you the question now. Remember, you have to be completely truthful, and provide answers to my follow-up questions, if any," the embarrassed teen instructed, without looking her mother in the eye. "To the best of your knowledge, what was the first lie Daddy ever told you?" "Well, if I have to tell all without pulling any punches, I think I should be able to get the same from you. If I answer that, I get to ask you some probing questions as well . . . agreed," Carol informed the quizzical teen. "Yeah, I guess so, but I know I'm gonna regret it. I always do when I make deals with you." "All right. Lets make it interesting. Your Dad called earlier and said he would be working real late tonight. Your sister is at a sleep over, and your brother is at Aunt Ellen's. We have the house to ourselves, so I suggest, since we are having a truth session, that we do it in the nude. It's very difficult to lie when you're naked. What do you say?" "Nude! Mom, I haven't seen you nude since I was a little girl, I don't . . . " "Yes, I haven't seen you au naturel since you were ten, and your first period started in the shower, remember?" "Ugh, how could I forget. I was so embarrassed then, and I would be embarrassed now to. Do we have to be nude to do this?" "If you want me to answer your question we do, but lets eat first," Carol responded, bringing the meatloaf to the table. CHAPTER 2 After dinner the two women decided to retire to their respective bedrooms and return to the kitchen in only a robe. Carol returned first, and set up two high stools with a small face towel folded on each one. "Well there she is! I was beginning to think you decided not to ask me any questions," Carol said to her slow-moving teen, as Linda approached the kitchen in her robe. "This is really, really weird Mom. I won't be able to tell anyone about this. What's with the stools?"she asked, clutching her robe tightly. "It's a place to sit and face each other while we speak the truth to each other. The towels are for our bottoms comfort." Carol then removed her robe, laid it on the counter and sat on a stool, making her daughter blush to her nipples. Linda slowly removed hers and also climbed onto a stool. "My God Linda! You are absolutely gorgeous. I remember having a figure like yours, but it's been a long time," Carol exclaimed, seeing her daughters naked body. Carol knew she had a gorgeous figure, but seeing it exposed startled her. The smooth flat tummy, long legs and trimmed bushed reminded her of her own body at that age. Seeing her broad breast and large pouting nipples was like opening a time capsule and finding her old boobs. "To answer your question, I need to go back to when your Uncle picked me up to go to his prom. I wore a long satin gown that was split up both sides, almost to my hips. It was completely backless. It was only held up by three hooks behind my neck. I had to do a lot of talking and begging to get Mom to let me buy it. We went to his house because his Mom wanted to get some photo's of us all dressed up. "It was then that I met Carl, your Daddy. He was all dressed in the white Navy uniform of a Chief Petty Officer, and I thought he was the most gorgeous hunk I'd ever seen. He was 25, and five inches taller than Ralph. Just shaking his hand floated my boat. If I had sat down, I'd leave a wet spot on my gown. Anyway, before we left Ralph wanted to get some ice for the cooler he had in the trunk, and left me with his parents. "Unfortunately, he had a nasty fender bender on the way back, breaking his leg in eight places. Everyone was in shock and wanted to get to the hospital ASAP. I was asking his Dad for a ride home, when his Mom quickly asked Carl if he'd mind taking me to the prom. She was sure Ralph would want me to go. To my surprise, he agreed, making me wet city knowing I was going to the prom with this hunk. "I had to excuse my self to freshen up. The evening was just starting and my panties were drenched. This was before panty liners were available, so I dried them with a hair dryer, and rummaged until I found a package of Kotex pads. I wore one, and put three in my purse," Carol giggled, watching her daughter cross her legs for the third time in less than a minute, a sure sign her towel was not dry. "He was the perfect gentleman all evening, anticipating my needs and filling them. When I needed a drink, he put it in my hand. When I wanted to sit out a dance, he was already walking me to our table. And the dancing, oh my the dancing! The fast ones were fine, but the slow ones set me on fire. He dipped me several times, pushing his leg between mine, causing my dress to open, exposing both legs to my hips. When I realized what that huge lump was pressing against me, I got dizzy and damp, and changed my last pad. Can you believe it? I soaked three Kotex pads! "By the time the prom was over, we had learned a lot about each other. On the slow walk to the car, I was much more relaxed. When he opened the door for me, he bent down and laid an unexpected hot kiss on me as I got in. At that moment, sitting down was not what I needed to be doing, but I did. "After starting the car he looked at me. He didn't say anything, but gently reached over and pulled me to him. Slowly moving his lips against mine, he laid a long hot throat tickling kiss on me . . . I gave him my tongue, and he started kissing me harder. He quickly figured out how to unhook the strap holding my dress up, and the front dropped to my waist, exposing my bare breasts. "I was so hot for him I didn't even make a feeble attempt to cover my self. When I felt his warm hands on my naked boob, I was ready to ditch my panties and spread my legs, but I quickly got control of my self, and managed to slow things down a bit." Carol said, and smiled, as she watched her daughter squirm on the stool, crossing her legs constantly. "My God Mom, how were you able to stop at that point? I'm not sure I would have been that strong," observed Linda, as she persisted to squirm. "You forget dear, I had no birth control pills . . . the only form of BC then was condoms, and they weren't that reliable. I found myself very attracted to this guy, and didn't want him to think I was an easy lay . . . although at that point I would have been," Carol said, laughing. "What did he do? What did he say when you made him stop? My God, most boys today wouldn't stop if you let them go that far . . . you'd get nailed whether you wanted it or not," explained an obviously very hot Linda. "This was a different time dear. A gentleman respected a girls wishes regardless of how far things went. We both calmed down awhile as he drove toward home, however, the entrance to the city park was just too much of a temptation. I think I knew I was going to let him have "it" as soon as he turned into that park. "We parked and he wasted no time getting my dress undone again. This time he got me so hot I thought I'd catch fire, and nimbly started sliding my panties down. I coyly pulled them up a several times, but he soon had them off my right ankle. Never having let a boy go that far in a long time, I gasped, and recklessly pulled up my leg to yank them up (like they were going to offer me any protection now). "This stunt gave your Dad easy access to my naked prize. Naturally, he was between my thighs immediately. He laughed when he saw me pulling my panties up on my left thigh, but Mom always asked me if I kept my panties on and I didn't want to lie to her." Carol explained, as she observed her daughter's juices dripping from her saturated towel, while the girl laughed from her last comment. "But Mom, when did he lie to you? What happened next?" The hot sticky girl asked, her legs no longer crossed but spread wide over her drenched towel. "It was at this time that I first saw your Dad's enormous heaving penis bouncing between my thighs and stroking my pubes. I freaked, and started trying to push him away yelling at him that he was way too big for me. Of course, by this time even a gentleman would not retreat, and in spite of my wriggling the hot broad head slipped between my lips, and began its plunge. "He opened me up wider than I thought possible . . . felt like I was losing my cherry all over again, and that's when he lied to me for the first time." Carol paused here for effect, which was substantial. Linda was so hot she was unwittingly stroking her clit. "My God Mom you can't stop now! What did he say . . . what was the lie?" The hot teen begged. "Well, as his massive cock sank deeper and deeper into my pelvis, he whispered, "Don't worry Carol, I won't cum in you, I promise." Carol softly replied. "But he did, didn't he?" The wet teen asked. "Yes dear he did. He did big time. But in your Dads' defense, he had never had a girl with a spastic vagina before. My moaning, wriggling, and active vagina was a bit too much for him . . . or any man for that matter. "Of course, I'd never had a man of his size before and started heading for the biggest orgasm I'd ever had. He later said I was digging my heels into his butt, begging him to fuck me saying I didn't care if I got pregnant . . . Of course, I was much too deep in pleasure to remember any of that. "When your Daddy finally came, it was abundant; his balls were against my ass and I could feel them jerk load after load into my fertile tummy, which bubbled out all over my gown. He was so engrossed in my goodies he was moaning and dripping saliva on my face while his eyes were rolled back in his head." Carol said, giggling. Linda was now covered in perspiration and fondling her nipples. "God Mom that is the sexiest story I've ever heard! It's a miracle you didn't get pregnant." Linda panted, now climbing off her dripping stool. "Dear, I'm not finished be patient. Once we both recovered from our super passion session, I noticed that the back of my dress was soaked with our body fluids. I desperately needed a toilet anyway, and managed to get most of it out in the restroom sink. It still left me with a big wet spot to explain. "He wanted to stop by and see how your Uncle Ralph was, so that was our first stop. His Mom asked me about the back of my dress. I lied and said some kid spilled a drink down my chair. She just smiled at me, as she gave the dress a closer look. Then she said it looked like I sat in egg nog by the look of the stain, and I should send it to the cleaners as soon as possible. This made my face beet red, and gave her big I-know-what-you-did smile. "Most mothers know a wet stain down the middle of their daughter's skirt is one of two things . . . she peed on herself, or she got laid. So you see, your story, after coming home late from last year's prom, about sitting in a wet chair only worked on your Father; I knew the truth. "Besides, while you slept late the next day, I collected your laundry and found blood stains on the panties you wore . . . not mention all the abrasions I could see on your bare crotch. Your short nighty hid nothing. "I remember telling Jimmy you were too young to be dating Gary, he was almost 18 and you were barley 15, but your Dad liked him. He said, "The boys a gentleman Carol, he's always neat and respectful, Linda will be fine."....right! I never told him that Gary plucked your cherry. I was afraid of what he might do to the boy." Carol said laughing, as she kissed her very red faced daughter on the cheek. "Gees Mom, do I have any secrets from you? I never told anyone about Gary. He almost turned me off sex for good. As soon as he got my panties off, he became an animal . . . couldn't get it in fast enough. Hurt like hell! When he finished, he wouldn't get off me, but waited until it got hard again. He did it to me four times before he would let me up. "I was so raw and sore I didn't want to sit for a week. He was no gentleman," the girl confided without looking at her Mom. "I suspected as much, since you never dated him again, but never tell that to your Dad. He'll go to jail for murder. As you may recall I got you on BC pills shortly after that," Carol softly replied. "Now, to finish my story: I was now head over heels in love with your Dad, and seeing him off at the airport was hard. Two weeks later I went by his house, on the pretense to see Ralph, but asked his Mom how I could get in touch with him. I told her it was important. She looked me in the eye and asked me if it was because I was missing something important. I blushed and said, "Yes, ma'am I've been missing my period for two weeks." She hugged me and gave me his address and phone number. So you see dear, I did get pregnant . . . and you are the miracle." "Oh My God! I was conceived in a park." the red faced girl exclaimed, as she grabbed her robe. "Indeed. Now I suggest you head for the shower before your Dad comes home. After all, just because he's your Dad, doesn't mean he's not a man. If he gets a whiff of your sweet musk, I won't get any sleep tonight. First Light First light sneaks under the drawn curtains and although filtered it still breaks the darkness of the room. You roll over and I feel you close behind me. With a brief kiss on my shoulder, you pronounce, "I'm still sleeping," in a semi- audible whisper. I'm sleepy too but, I enjoy the feel of your skin so close to mine, the breath against my neck and the evidence of contentment from your relaxed state. We doze together and an hour slips past. More light sneaks in through the curtains as I sense a stirring from you. Our torsos match up so well, your pelvis is in alignment with mine so that your growing morning erection fits snugly between the cheeks of my ass. A subtle nudge from my hips will cause your half hard cock to fall within the warm crevice. At that sensation, your erection grows and I feel the head so close to the entrance of my pussy. Still in a dream state, I adjust to you, allowing a clear entry. Even more parts of you awaken, causing your hands to drop in front of me. At first, a sleepy caress ensues but as you cross my breasts the caress turns to a loose grip, then a playful squeeze and soon, your hand surrounds one breast while your fingers rub my hardening nipple. As I stretch and accept your advances, a move that allows my wet pussy lips to pull your hard cock inside me. As you become fully awake, we are locked. Your cock starts twitching inside my welcoming pussy; your hand grips my hardened breast and your breathing hitting my ear in the form of a sigh at first and then a rhythm. We relax into a nice slow pattern – you push inward, I grip, you pull outward, I grip. As either of us is not quite fully awake, the slow push pull is enough to stimulate our desires. With every penetration, I grow wet in response to your hardness rubbing my delicate insides. Your cock's head glides across my nerve endings increasing my erotic state and the wet of my arousal saturates your efforts. When my heart rate accelerates and my breathing turns to soft moans, your grip on my breast intensifies until you turn me. The movement dislodges your cock and I'm momentarily disappointed but then, your mouth engulfs my right breast. Your warm tongue laps at the nipple then stops as your mouth squeezes and sucks. Grabbing at my left breast, you make the switch and your mouth continues a strong suckling of that once neglected nipple. Again, the rapid lapping from your tongue causes the torturous tease resulting in my mind's shift to how well that tongue laps at my clit and how pleasurable the sensation of your tongue's penetration into my pussy. When I arch my hips, you sense my wanting and respond by teasing my clit with your talented fingers while you suck mercilessly on my left breast; then my right. Nearing an orgasm, I moan "yes, yes..!" which stops your activity. You wait while I beg for your cock. I want desperately for you to enter me again. I long for that deep, strong penetration while you bend my legs backward. It's aggressive and carnal. Knowing I want it – I want you- the tease in you straddles my hips and tickles my swollen clit with the head of your cock. It must frustrate you, too. My wetness, the heat, the desperation revealed through my thrusting pelvis as I try to absorb your cock into me. Then, it happens, the long, slow penetration. I want it harder, faster, and deeper but you start with a slow push and watch my face as lust takes over every expression. My hips rise to greet yours causing you to slide in deeper still. Then, the sensation of your balls hitting my ass sends me into an orgasm. At that, you push my legs up and out as you penetrate me as deeply as possible. I catch you watching your cock going in and out of my pussy. My acceptance of the intruder is demonstrated by the wetness building and spilling. I can see your expressions. First, your face moved from sleepy to awake. Then, it revealed your desire moving to a state of pleasure. Finally, I witnessed the look of pleasure turn to lust and finally to dirty, wanton, animalistic intensity. That dirty side of you is the one I love to inspire. Your Id, or that connection to your pleasure center. I can see it in your face when you lose sight of practical reality and give yourself over to darker side of primitive needs. As your eyes glaze and your muscles tense, I feel your loss of morality and departure into total desire. As you thrust forward, I pull back causing more friction and the audible slurping from wetness build up between your cock and the delicate insides of my pussy. My response leads you to drop your torso into mine and your hand catches the side of my face holding while you kiss me hard and passionately. I arch upward pulling you in deeper while my abdominal muscles clench. Your sigh indicates your knowledge that I too want to play. Something about being aroused from a dream into an erotic state stimulated my Id so that I let go of any inhibitions still clinging to my moral self. My clenching causes you to smirk then push downward on the bed and launch yourself up off me. We separate with a dramatic pop giving me an empty, lost feeling. A loss soon replaced by your mouth engulfing my pussy and your tongue plunging inside. The suddenness causes me to cry out and you snicker into my pussy. That tongue lashes at my clit and penetrates my sopping hole. Shifting my hips left to right, I try desperately to get you to hit all the right places but you control your actions in violent, playful efforts to tease me mercilessly. I sense an orgasm that you quash. Moans escape my throat in nonsensical patterns as my body fights for control and seeks its relief. Instead of relief, I experience your fingers. First one playfully stroking at my swollen clit. You replace the finger with your tongue but move it along inside. You tease...I beg for more. In response, you penetrate me with a second finger. I want you again. I'm desperate to be filled with that engorged cock but your fingers move in and out of me instead. Pleasurable feelings still emanate from the attention but my desire for more builds. I cry for your cock and beg for you to grind it into me. I've lost myself to a carnal need for your masculine force. "Yeah?" you ask momentarily coming up for air. "Please!" I cry out. You then sit back on your feet, knees bent in front of you, erection standing tall between your hips. Before you have the chance to reposition, I sit up and fold into your lap sucking your hard on into my mouth. It glides easily down my throat as I pull in and then release while my tongue lingers on the underside. It's a weakness of yours so I pump you in and out of my mouth, deep throating your erection and sucking on the end of your cock. I loosen my jaws grip only to release you and gain access to your balls. I suck one into my mouth causing you to rapidly inhale. I let it go and pull in the other leaving no neglect in my efforts to please. Grabbing my shoulders, you push me to one side and I topple from my awkward bent position. As I try to right myself, I inadvertently push my ass up and towards you. You had hold before I could even gain balance. Your hands gripping my hip bones allowing you to force feed your cock into my pussy while causing me to nearly scream in pleasure. I've definitely wound you up. You drive in then pull all the way out. The momentary release allows me to shift into a more comfortable stance, just as you go to plunge your hard on into my wetness again. We meet up through our joint efforts and as you enter me, I orgasm the force of which causes yours. As I spasm around you, your spurting fills me. We fall over into a tangle of sheets, blankets and each other trying to catch our breath, trying to regain our selves, and embracing the comfort of the morning sunlight. First Little Piggy Pt. 01 Tilly sat naked on her little white stool, in front of her big oval mirror, watching as she played with her own double D breasts. She was daydreaming about burying her face in the sopping wet cunt of...KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! Tilly was startled from her daydream by a demanding knocking at the door. Curious she skipped over to peek through the peephole, and jumped back with a startled gasp! On the other side of the door was the stuff her fantasies were made of! The one and only Lady Wolf! Most prestigious and successful business woman in town. 'What on earth can she be doing on my doorstep' thought Tilly. Lady Wolf's sharp and distinct voice came through the door "Tilly! I can hear you on the other side of the door, I do not appreciate being kept waiting. Open this door, Now!" Before Tilly even realised what she was doing, her hand instinctively shot out and threw open the door to her little modest thatched cottage. "Well, well" said Lady Wolf with a smile "this is a bountiful sight, certainly makes up for the delay." Gasping, Tilly realised she was still naked, and threw her arms up to cover herself. "Oh no dear, don't you dare shield that body from me! I want to look, put your arms down now and stick that chest out so I can get a good look!" Lady Wolf demanded. Tilly couldn't quite believe it, but she wasn't going to question it, she'd been lusting after Lady Wolf for years, and she was really hoping her fantasy was about to become a reality. She dropped her arms and thrust her tits out, hoping Lady Wolf would want to touch as well as look. "Now, that's a goood girl" hmmed Lady Wolf in Tillys ear as she leaned in close, so close that Tilly could feel the heat emanating off her, but frustratingly not close enough to touch. "Such big heavy tits should never be kept locked away beneath clothes. Stand still, whilst I get a look at the rest of you" As she said this Lady Wolf began to slowly circle Tilly. "Hmm, nice round fat ass" she muttered to herself. "Spread your legs" she demanded sharply, as she crouch down in front of Tilly's crotch. "Ah and a pretty, bare, pink cunt, just how I like them." she said smiling to herself. Standing back up she glanced at Tilly saying "You'll do very nicely my dear." "Do nicely for what?" asked Tilly, very puzzled but so desperate for Lady Wolfs touch, she couldn't quite concentrate on what was happening. "I've decided to take you on as my pet pig." Said Lady Wolf matter of factly, like that wasn't unusual at all. Tilly blinked, and blinked again, thinking she must have heard wrong. "Your what?" Lady Wolfs eyes went suddenly cold, she stalked behind Tilly and delivered a sharp stinging slap to each ass cheek! Tilly squealed, and and grabbed both cheeks in defense. "I don't have time for such nonsense Pig, we both know animals can't talk!" Lady Wolf said looking at Tilly in disappointment. Tilly stared back at her understanding dawning but unclear if this was something she wanted. Not that Lady Wolf was prepared to give her time to think about it. "Neither do they stand on two feet" she continued and pointed to the floor. Tilly just continued to stare at her, her thoughts racing, but also making no sense, she didn't know what to do. Lady Wolf shook her head sadly, and said "Ah well, what a shame I was so looking forward to this Tilly, I shall have to find someone else to fulfill my fantasy." And she headed towards the door. Now Tilly may not know if she wanted this, but she knew damn well she wanted Lady Wolf and there was no way she was going to let Lady Wolf walk out of her door and into the arms of someone else, before Tilly had even managed to get a chance with her. Heart pounding hard with fear and excitement she dropped to all fours, but Lady Wolf was almost at the door and paying her no attention now, she almost shouted Wait! before she had a better idea. "Oink! Oink!" she snorted as loud as she could. Lady Wolf stopped and turned sharply on her heel, giving Tilly a hard look she said "Remember, no games, are you committed to being my little piggy?" Tilly didn't even think, she just snorted again, desperate to have Lady Wolf stay. Lady Wolf continued to look at her for another full minute, making Tilly fear she had blown it, then suddenly the smile was back on Lady Wolfs face. "Good piggy" she said, coming over to Tilly pulling items out of her bag as she came. "Let's make you look the part shall we" First, she put a piggy ears headband on Tilly, then a little piggy nose, and finally she pulled out a pink pig tail butt plug. Now Tilly was a bit wary as it looked rather large, but her asshole was so close to her sopping cunt and she was itching for Lady Wolf to put her hands down there, that she was more than happy for her to be in the right area. Lady Wolf lubbed up Tillys asshole, grazing her hand across her clit a few times just to tease her new little pet. She gently inserted the plug into Tilly, whose ass accepted it easily, to the delight of Lady Wolf, she had plans for that fat round ass, but they could wait. "Wriggle, that ass for me piggy, I want to see that tail shake." demanded Lady Wolf, and then laughed with delight when Tilly complied with enthusiasm. Willing to do anything if it would get those fingers rubbing her clit again. But to Tilly's despair no fingers were forthcoming. "Right Piggy" said Lay Wolf standing back up and moving towards the door "follow me" Tilly crawled after her out into the front garden, where it looked like Lady Wolf had already had a plan in place, the hose had been left on so now her already sparse lawn, now pretty much just looked like a mud slick. "It's playtime Piggy, go on and show me how much you love the mud" said Lady Wolf with an expectant smile. Tilly crawled slowly over to the mud, not sure what to do, a quick glance at Lady Wolf, showed the smile slipping from her face at Tilly's hesitation. Not wanting to risk messing it up again, and with those tingles of pleasure foremost in her mind, she gingerly waded into the mud. "What are you waiting for Piggy, shove those tits in the mud and thrust that ass in the air!" Lady Wolf demanded Tilly did as asked, shoving and thrusting a few times, feeling the cold mud sliding over her breasts. Suddenly, her hands slipped and she belly flopped fully into the mud, which made Lady Wolf hoot with laughter from the sidelines. Which made Tilly smile also, lightening her mood, she found the feel of mud was actually quite nice. So she started sliding along on her belly, the rolling over on her back, scissoring her legs in the mud. The combination of the feel of mud and Lady Wolfs eyes on her, had her majorly turned on. And she couldn't stop her hands from finding their way to her sopping wet cunt. "Ah, so she is a real piggy after all, good girl Tilly, go on make yourself cum in the mud, I want to her your snorting and squealing as you cum!" Tilly didn't need to be asked twice, with the approving eyes of Lady Wolf glued to her, she started to hump the mud, thrusting dirty fingers inside herself, and rubbing mud furiously into her clit. She had been on edge for what seemed like an age, so it didn't take her long to cum, and cum hard she did, snorting a squealing like a pig all the way. When she was finished, she lay there in the mud trying to catch her breath, Lady Wolf wandered over, she crouched down and stroked her hair. "What a good little piggy you are, stay here and enjoy the mud, I'm going to go and see about getting you a playmate..." End of part 1. First Little Piggy Pt. 02 A sharp "Knock, knock, knock" at the door startled Milly out of the Gothic romance story she was reading. She shot up out of her seat, holding the book defensively before her, heart pounding she crept towards the door, half convinced she would see the villain from her novel through the peephole. However, a quick glance had her sighing in relief, it was just her formidable but brilliant boss. She reached out and pulled open the door. "Lady Wolf, how good to see you, won't you come in," said Milly with a genuine smile. She had always admired her boss, the woman would stop at nothing to get what she wanted. Milly could only hope she was as successful in her own career. "Why thank you my dear Milly," said Lady Wolf entering the small modest wooden lodge, that Milly called home. Glancing at the weapon/book in Milly's hands, she smirked. "You do like to bury your nose in trash, don't you." Milly's cheeks flared red in embarrassment, and she thrust the book under a cushion out of view. "Erm, wh-what can I help you with today Lady Wolf?" she stuttered trying to regain her composure. Lady Wolf focused on Milly's face with a sad look, "Well my dear I'm afraid to say, I've got to let you go, your role within the company has been made redundant." "What!?" cried Milly dismayed. "But I need my job, and I love working for your company, its the only decent paid place in town, isn't their any other roles open I could apply for?" she asked desperately. "Hmmmm...well there is one, but I'm afraid you're not suited to it my dear." "No please, you have to give me a chance, at least tell me what it is, couldn't you at least give me a trial?" asked Milly, nearly in tears now at the thought of not having a job. "Well I suppose it's only fair I give you a shot at it." said Lady Wolf with a warm smile "You have been a very good employee over the last year. Here take this bag into the other room, you've got 10 mins to decide, then the offer is off the table and you won't get the chance again." She thrust a small backpack into Milly's hands, pushed her across the room to the bedroom and shut her in leaving Milly alone. Not wanting to waste any time Milly opened the bag and pulled out a piece of A4 paper, it read: Position: Personal Pig to be owned by Lady Wolf Job details: Accommodation will be provided in the barn Meals will be provided and served from a trough Preferred characteristics: Be fluent in oinks, grunts & snorts. Have a desire to crawl around the barn all day, wallowing in mud. Minimum requirements: Must be willing to act as a pig for as long as Lady Wolf desires. Must play well with others of both genders. Must wear pig ears, nose & tail at all times. Pig will be naked at all times. Well Milly's brain might not quite know what to make of that job offer, but her cunt appeared to know what it wanted. She was so turned on by the thought, she could hardly resist from touching herself. Curious she looked into the bag again and pulled out some pink pig ears, nose and a butt plug, with a spiral pigs tail. There was a little tag on the plug that read "if you accept the position, the job will start as soon as your decision time is up, be ready!" OMG! thought Milly I get to try this out right now! With her cunt already gushing and the image of credit card bills rolling in her head, she decided to throw caution to the wind and just go with it. She stripped off her clothes quickly, put on the pig nose and ears, skipped over to her bedside table for some lube and expertly inserted the plug into her waiting hole. A quick glance in the mirror told her she looked very cute, she gave herself a quick ass wriggle for luck, making the tail bounce, and then she determinedly made her way out of the bedroom, back to the waiting Lady Wolf. She was going to rock this position! As soon as she walked back into the main room, Milly had her eyes locked on Lady Wolf, hoping she liked what she saw. Lady Wolf's eyes lit up with savage delight when Milly appeared, but as Milly approached, the small smile that had been forming, quickly turned into a frown. Milly paused wondering what she had done wrong already, she thought quickly, and then with a flash of inspiration instantly dropped to her hands and knees, crawling the rest of the distance to Lady Wolf's feet. Glancing up she was delighted to see the smile back on Lady Wolf's face. "Well my dear, you certainly look the part, but I had no idea you'd be such a natural, I am impressed so far...hmm, let me hear how fluent you are in piggy." Milly wished she had taken the time to practice a bit before she left the bedroom, but she tried out a few snorting sounds, and was surprised how well they sounded. Spurred on by Lady Wolf's delighted laughter she continued with enthusiasm "snort, snort, oink, oink, grunt grunt grunt." she chorused. "Oh bravo, my dear little pig." smiled Lady Wolf. "My little pig deserves a treat for that, here have a truffle." and so saying she dropped a chocolate truffle on the floor in front of Milly. Milly ate it up right off the floor with delight, she loved chocolate! "Very good, now follow me little pig I have someone I want you to meet." Lady Wolf headed out the door at a quick pace, and it took all of Milly's attention to try and keep up with her, on her hands and knees. As they progressed down the road Lady Wolf would occasionally drop truffles, that Milly happily ate up as they went. It was slow progress, as occasionally the truffles would bounce off the road and Milly would have to go scampering off after them, and found herself bounding through bushes with her nose to the ground on the hunt for the elusive truffle. They had nearly reached a little thatched cottage, when Lady Wolf dropped another truffle to the ground in front of Milly, but then trod on it before Milly could get close enough to get her mouth around it. "Oh dear" feigned Lady Wolf in mock contrite, "I guess you'll just have to lick it off the bottom of my boot." And so propping herself up against the fence for balance she held her foot out expectantly. Milly thought to herself, that this had been one of the most enjoyable hours of her life and she was going to stop at nothing to make Lady Wolf happy, so she ambled over on all fours, and obediently licked enthusiastically at the bottom of Lady Wolf's boot, adding in a few grunts and snorts for good measure. When Lady Wolf had inspected the bottom of her boot to ensure Milly had done a good job, she pushed open the gate which led into the little thatched cottage, ushering Milly in before her. Inside Milly stopped with a start, across the other side of the garden was a large busted woman, naked apart from the same pig accessories Milly had on, but absolutely covered in mud, she appeared to be sun bathing, but as soon as she heard the gate slam shut behind them, she was up like a shot and bounding over to them, snorting and grunting in greeting. She looked at Milly with interest, and then up at Lady Wolf with full admiration and lust. "Hello Tilly, have you been having fun in the mud?"asked Lady Wolf with a warm smile "I've brought you a friend to play with. I've got another errand to run, but whilst I'm gone I want you two to make a good start on getting to know each other, and I've got just the game for you to play. Tilly, bend over and stick that ass high in the air for me." Tilly obediently did as requested, and squealed with delight as Lady Wolf thrust two fingers in and out of her sopping wet cunt. "Mmm, lovely my dear, hear I have a little something to occupy that gasping cunt of yours." And so saying she took the last remaining truffle and shoved it deep inside, making Tilly squeak. "Now Milly, it's your job to get the truffle out using only your tongue!" she said very firmly and waited until Milly warily nodded her head in agreement, before continuing. "Tilly my dear, you can make it as easy or as difficult as your like for her, I suppose it depends on how long you want to keep that eager little of tongue of hers fastened to your cunt." Tilly's face lit up at that thought and she smirked at Milly, with lustful delight in her eyes. "Have fun my little piggies!" said Lady Wolf with a smile and sauntered out of the garden, on the hunt now for Little Piggy No. 3... End of part 2. First Little Piggy Pt. 03 Lilly was enjoying dancing around the living room in her three story town house, in nothing but her silk dressing gown, when she was rudely disturbed by a harsh knocking at the door. 'oh who on earth could that be' she thought to herself, she was not in the mood for visitors. She stomped over to the door and took a look out of the window. Oh goodie, she thought sarcastically, it's that damn Lady Wolf. Lilly hated her, mainly out of jealously, she so badly wanted to be her, she wanted to run this town! With a snarl she spun away from the window half tempted to ignore the dreadful woman. But a spark of spite had her turning back, she was so close to unseating Lady Wolf, and the woman had no idea Lilly had been working hard behind the scenes to get the backing of many high up officials, and she had plans to take over this town. The malicious child in her couldn't resist the chance to get her claws out, and throw a few digs at the Lady Wolf, so she purposely strode back over to the door, throwing it open, she stood facing Lady Wolf, hands on hips, ample chest thrust out, and a smug look on her face. "What can I do for you, oh so great and wonderful Lady Wolf?" she asked with sweet sarcasm dripping from every word. "Well for a start, you can strip off that robe, put on these items.." she said throwing pig ears, nose and butt plug on Lilly's hallway floor "get down on all fours and start grunting like a pig. Then you can bury that piggy nose in my ass and clean it!" Lilly's mouth dropped open in surprise, so taken aback was she. "Well you did ask." said Lady Wolf with a sharp smile as she pushed past Lilly into the house. "Hey, hold up." shouted Lilly not taking long to find her voice again. "You can't just walk in here like you own the place. Get out and take you pig paraphernalia with you! I don't know what game your playing but I want no part of it!" demanded Lilly. "Oh really?" responded Lady W with a sweetly evil smile "I heard you're rather found of sex games." Lilly started to get a sick feeling in her stomach, but decided to brazen her way through. "I have no idea what your talking about, or whose been telling lies about me, but you're barking up the wrong tree with me." "Oh no no, I don't want you to bark my dear, I want you to grunt and groan, squeal and snort for me." "Stop it! just leave" said Lilly trying to cut her off, but Lady W continued as if she hadn't spoken "And as for who I've been speaking to, well the Judge, the police commissioner, the chairman of the board and a few of his underlings...should I continue, or have you figured out where I'm going with this?" she asked with deadly delight. "Oh no!" cried Lilly in dispair. "Oh yes, you little slut!" laughed Lady W with delight "You thought you could fuck your way to the top, behind my back! But little did you know, I already had all those men in my pocket, I know all their little secrets, nothing, not even your whorish charms would be worth enough for them to risk turning their backs on me!" she announced with delight. "Fine you evil bitch! You figured me out and stopped my plot to overthrow you, you've had you're gloat, now get out of my house!" cried Lilly is despair and defiance, she wanted to be alone to lick her wounds in private, it appeared her plan was foiled and she would have to start over somewhere else. "Get out? So you can pack up and move town, to start your plot again on some other unsuspecting town? I don't think so, I've decided I want to put your whorish talents to better use." said Lady W "What?! Get real, you cant stop me leaving and you can't make me do anything for you!" shouted Lilly. "I can't? Oh but my dear I can, I knew about your plot from the off, I've let you think you could fuck your way to the top, but the whole time those men and women were working for me." and in so saying she walked over to the table and started laying out photos. OMG, No! thought Lilly, she can't have. She didn't want to see but she had to know for sure, so she gingerly made her way to the table to see her worst fears confirmed. Dozens of pictures of her in some of the most degrading sexual positions. "I have videos to, in case you were wondering, they've made for a fascinating watch, I had to admire the degrading lengths you would go to, to get to the top." she paused a moment to soak up the despair evident on Lillys pretty face "so now you'll continue to degrade yourself but for my pleasure only, no longer your own." Lilly looked at her, and decided to have one last shot at defiance "So, what if I don't?" "Well then my dear you leave me know choice but to make these pictures and videos public, I think I've got enough to start my own little porn website with you as the star." she smirked as Lilly's face grew red with anger and shame. "You can try to run from me if you wish, but I have the means and the desire to hunt you down, and ruin you all over again." Lilly's head dropped in defeat, she didn't have the resources to start over again, let alone try and hide from Lady W at the same time. Lady Wolf sensing she had won, didn't delay in acquainting Lilly with her new found station in life. "Robe off, pig accessories on, crawl back to me on all fours when your done, don't keep me waiting!" Lilly's anger grew at Lady W's harsh commands, but she couldn't think of a way out, so she did as she was told. She removed her robe, Lady W was hardly the first person to see her naked but the nasty gleam in her eyes made Lilly nervous and she longed to cover herself up again. Next she put on each pig accessory in turn, having no issue with the butt plug, her ass had got enough use recently. Crawling back over the Lady Wolf she kept her eyes on the floor, so Lady Wolf wouldn't see the hatred in them, the last thing she needed was to make her mad. "Mmmm, your body is even better than it looks in the pictures and videos, what a shame" she sighed in longing "I had hoped to play with you, but we've run out of time, I have an appointment to keep. Come along piggy, your coming to." Outside Lady Wolf told Lilly to get in the boot of her car "I can't have animals messing up my upholstery now can I?" she said slamming the boot shut. Shut up inside Lilly couldn't see where they were going, but about 10 mins later, the boot was thrown open, Lady W roughly pulled Lilly out, ordered her to follow as she headed towards a small thatched cottage. Once inside the gate Lilly could see two other woman 'pigs' such as herself. One was covered all over in mud and had a very satisfied look on her face. The other just had mud on her face and looked rather tired and worn out. They both however smiled when they saw Lady Wolf and came bounding over, snorting and grunting. "Hello my darlings, did you enjoy your game?" she laughed in delight at the chorus of oinking/grunts she got in response. "Well Milly I hope you're not too full up on truffles, because its dinner time now, come on darlings, I have it all set up around the back of the cottage." The other two pigs looked at Lilly curiously but moved to follow Lady W as she made her way around the side to the back of the cottage. Lilly followed with much less enthusiasm, she was even less happy with the sight that greeted her. A long low pig trough was positioned by the wall of the cottage, with a wooden bar running parallel to the trough but a few feet away from it. "Line up piggys" demanded Lady Wolf "Get your hips up to the bar, lean over it and make sure you can reach the trough, or you'll be going hungry." she laughed. Once they we're all lined up, Lady Wolf came along and secured all their legs to the wooden bar, so they couldn't move the lower half of their bodies at all, she then came along the front and tied all their wrists to the bottom of the feeding trough, so they had minimal movement for their top halves as well. Lilly had a really bad feeling about this, glancing at the other two, they looked more excited then nervous, the little fools. Next Lady Wolf came along with with a bucket which she emptied into the trough before them, Lillys position meant her head was virtually resting in the trough anyway, so a lot of it splashed up onto her face, to her surprise it wasn't some awful leftovers, it looked more just like a very milky porridge mixture, and a quick test with her tongue proved it to be sweet and warm. The other two piggies were tucking in with enthusiasm, but Lilly didn't have much of appetite. All of a sudden, the first little pig squealed out in horror, spitting food everywhere and making the trough shake as she tried desperately to escape. "Nooooo, no, no!" she screamed. Lilly tried in vain to escape also, but before she could even try to fathom out what had happened, little pig number two put on the same screaming shouting act, and the smell of burning flesh hit Lillys nose. But before her brain could even grasp the horror of that thought, her right ass cheek was burning in pain as red hot metal was pressed into it, and she let out a scream of her own. The intense burning was quickly followed by instant freezing cold water being splashed all over her backside, before the pain returned! She couldn't believe it, no way could she have! she wouldn't possible go that far would she? Had the evil woman branded them, just like real livestock! ... As the sun set on what had been an eventful day, Lady Wolf could hardly believe it but she had finally made her fantasy come to life. She leaned back against the fence and sighed with delight, as the sound of three little squealing piggies was music to her ears. The End First Looks I caught a glimpse of you as you stood, shutting the passenger door. There weren't many windows to look through, especially from the stool I was sitting on, but I saw enough of you to hope you would sit in the bar area too. As you passed the next window, I noticed you were with a man, obviously in a relationship of some kind, you held his arm as you walked, laughing together about something. Sure that was disappointing, but a woman of your beauty (and figure) it was enough to be able to look at you. Finally inside, you were so attractive yet so girl-next-door, I couldn't help watch you as he led you to a booth. Fortunately, you sat facing my direction so I could steal looks at you instead of him. While you were taking your coat off and settling in to the booth, I was able to see that you wore a wedding ring. "Oh well", I thought, so I shouldn't bother trying to meet you, but I was taken by your face and your hair, and yes, your body. I've always had a weakness for the tall, slender, shapely woman, brown hair, brown eyes, pretty smile; exactly like you. What a lucky man he was. I was pleased with the thought of being able to look at you while I sat and had a few drinks, but soon realized there may be a problem. I ordered another drink as I tried to think about what was happening. I didn't have a real good vantage point, so I had to turn my head to see you well enough. You were very much into your conversation, you only looked down at the menu if you weren't looking at him. I thought how obvious it was that you were dedicated to the relationship, and most women don't realize how much that enhances their beauty. But there was something up. Not that I doubted what I had observed so far, but there was more than met the eye. And how could it not catch the eye. For a brief moment, I didn't believe it when I thought I saw that the blouse you had on under your jacket was very revealing. But it was confirmed the second time you moved your arms and the jacket opened. I could see the outline and color of your breasts through the material. I about fell out of my chair, setting my drink down clumsily almost tipping it over in the process. I had to go to the restroom so it wasn't obvious that I had to gain my composure. It isn't good for the ego to appear so foolish in public. I was pleased you saw me as I returned to my bar stool and our eyes met briefly. I thought I must have seemed boyish to you because I might have been staring and then I wondered if you even noticed. But there was something else, what I thought might have been a quick change in your actions as soon as you saw me. The same feeling you get when the conversation suddenly changes as you walk up to people. You quickly moved, almost changing mid-motion, to reach for something, forcing your jacket to open enough to give me a good view. Okay so I was enamored and hoped you did it because you saw me. I sat down and took another drink, wondering how I could get to know you, or at least see more of you, smiling to myself at the thought. By the time you placed your order and were finishing your second round, as everybody does, he left for the restroom. I anticipated his leaving and timed my glance your way as if I was looking to see who was walking right by me. I watched him pass and then looked at you. You watched him leave too, but then cut your eyes at me quickly and then again as you raised your glass for a drink. I stared at you, not wanting this moment to end. You set your glass down. Again your jacket opened and closed as you moved your purse around, getting out lipstick. As you smoothed the lipstick onto your lips, you just kept looking at me. Had I already drank too much? Was I hallucinating? Dreaming maybe? Then you repeated your intentional actions, allowing me to see your nakedness through your sheer blouse. When you turned slightly I could see the outline of your breast, your nipples were very visible. In my mind, I was already sitting next to you, whispering in your ear as my hand ran all over you. I moved it up from your waist, gently moving your breast with my arm and then moving to caress you. My hand cupped your breast, your nipple gently squeezed between my fingers. I bent to suck and lick your nipple. I lifted my head to kiss your ear and when the bartender asked if he could get me another, I was thrown back into reality, startled, holding only an empty glass. I glanced to see you checking your watch and just then he returned to his seat. I thanked the bartender and gulped down part of the fresh drink he brought me, hoping for some calming relief. We shared a few more glances as you ate, looking at me as you lifted your fork. Your lips closed tightly on the fork as you drew it from your mouth. You reached over and buttered your bread, causing your jacket to open. I couldn't look away, I couldn't help be caught up in your beauty. Besides, I was able to catch glimpses of your wonderfully sexy breasts. The noise in the bar was a little much for a weeknight, but every once in a while it would subside enough that I was able to overhear your conversation and talking about other night spots I knew about nearby. I hoped this meant you lived in the area. I rose from my stool as I signed my check and turned strategically in your direction in hopes of catching one last look as I returned my wallet back to my pocket. Again, almost as if you intended to, you moved quickly reaching for something, and knowingly forced your jacket open. It was for only a moment, but I could see through the sheerness. Your breasts were so enticing. Their shape and the soft shin so visible. As your made your jacket hang open, you looked up and into my eyes, and then almost disappointingly, quickly looked down. What, was the napkin stuck to my belt? I figured our "relationship" was over. The guy I bumped into didn't like splashing his drink, but at the moment, I was too busy thinking about what just happened and hoping I didn't do something to break the mood. As I excused myself and continued walking away, I realized my compromising position. I kept my arms down and my hands close in, trying to hide the bulge in my pants. Pulling out of the parking lot, I wondered if we might meet again. First Loser It's hard watching your love loving someone else. Of course, 90% of the population knows that. Anyone who's ever thought no-one understood their pain, was wrong. It's just that for the most part we don't take out the time or energy to care about the rest of the world's pain. I don't pretend to be any better. Walk down the street and look at your fellow humans one day. Everyone you see has some type of pain, no matter how trivial it may be. The problem is, the way the world works. We learn that it's better to stay self-absorbed, the better not to get involved and hurt. The ones who don't learn that -or worse, try to change it- get eaten alive. It's easy to get wrapped up in pain when you're experiencing it, and feel like you're the only person in the world. I watch the man who used to be my boyfriend every day, and think back. We were together for five years. I knew about his history, of course. He had daughters, and he was devoted to them. I always knew I came in second when it came to them, and I was alright with that. That's the way it should be, right? I didn't mind. Of course, I didn't mind anything when it came to him. From the smallest things (he used to leave toothpaste in the sink all the time) to the largest, (he cheated on me with a girl named Stacy) I always forgave him. Now, I won't pretend to be perfect. I'm a smartass, and I know I annoyed him sometimes. I have a quick temper, and that led to some pretty heated arguments. He broke the window out of my car, I put his phone in the microwave, round and round, again and again. But we worked it out. Most of the times were good times. And -most importantly- we didn't hold grudges. At least, not against each other. We were two quick tempered, vindictive people, but we somehow never were as destructive to each other as we were to the rest of the world. All that became a moot point when he broke up with me, suddenly, and walked off. He asked me to meet him at his office. The first words he spoke were to say we were through. Then he walked away, leaving me alone, shocked, and confused. I didn't think it was real at first. What was I supposed to think? I thought (more like hoped) that it was some kind of prank. He has a twisted sense of humor. Maybe, somehow, he didn't mean it. He couldn't be ending our five years together like this, could he? Even someone with a warped mind like his wouldn't do that. But he wasn't taking my calls. Finally, he called me. Only to say that he was sorry. It wasn't right, he said, to end things like that. But he was getting back together with his ex-wife, the mother of one of his three children. He wanted their family to be together again. For the sake of his daughters, and for her sake. And for his own, I knew, even if he didn't say that part of it. I always knew I came in second to his daughters. But I tried my best to be the perfect girlfriend for him. Coming in second place to his ex-wife? I didn't see that coming. It hurt like... like a breakup. Like losing the person you loved the most, realizing that they didn't love you as much as you'd thought, and watching them run away from you into someone else's arms. You know what I'm talking about, if you've ever been dumped. So now, in the present. It's been 7 months since he left me. They're married again, for the 3rd time. And he seems happy. He seems like she drives him crazy, just like be always said, but he seems happy. I want what's best for him, really. I don't think she's best for him. I'm way too biased to speak on this accurately. But all I can see is the differences between me and her. I always used to cook for him, because I knew how hard his work was, and I wanted to make his life easier. She's not a fan of cooking, and leaves that all to him. I'm atheist, but I would leave him alone and try to keep the house quiet when he was praying. She cares nothing for that, and always interrupts him. When we would fight, I always tried to make things right, even if part of that was asking him to apologize. When they fight, she won't speak to him until he apologizes to her. It hurts so much thinking of all the work I put into making him happy and now seeing what he actually wanted. What was the point? Before I met him, I always said love was stupid. I always said I would never get attached, because it could only lead to getting hurt. I said I would never be that stupid, to open my heart to anybody. He convinced me he was different. And I believed him. Now I realize I was just another chapter in their romance. They've broken up, seen other people, gotten back together a hundred times. I was just another of his "in between" girls. I was just part of a cycle, and that's really all love is. A cycle, that might be endless, if you're... lucky? I guess that's debatable. Or it might end in disaster. So what's the point? I know he showed me so many things. He was the first person I ever loved. He got me to try calamari, and only laughed when I hated it. He got me to ride my first rollercoaster. He took me to my first Marvel movie. He gave me my first orgasm. He held me through it while I shook and moaned, clenching around him, wondering how it could feel this damn good. I watch him and remember. His teeth in my neck. His cock pushing into me. Kissing me while I dug my nails into his shoulders. He told me I was amazing, and so tight, and so sexy. He was amazing. I knew it, and he knew it. He took me out so many times. He would listen while I played my guitar, and was patient when I was still figuring out my new amp, and he indulged me when I wanted to go walking in the dead of night. We'd end up in fast food places at dawn, almost falling asleep at the table, and when we finally made it home, he'd tuck me in before he slipped in next to me. I really thought he was just as in love as I was. And now I watch him stroking her blonde hair and realize that I was all I could be for him, but I never could be her. My hair is dark as night, and reaches my waist. Hers is naturally blonde, short and curled. Her eyes are blue as the goddamn sky, and mine are dark, dark grey, almost black. My skin in golden, hers is pale like porcelain. She has D-cups, I have C-cups. The point is, it really was all futile. If love is a game, I came in second. Second doesn't matter a goddamn bit in this game. It's just the first loser. And it hurts like hell remembering all the times we shared, but he's happy with who she is, so there's no place for me. I'll never make the mistake of throwing myself into a relationship again, but at least I learned something. And maybe it's futile with the two of them, too. Maybe they'll just split up again, and the cycle will continue. At least he's happy now. He could never have been happy with me, and like I said, I want what's best for him. I really do. And all the good times we had? Let them be memories. ~~~~ Note: This is the first story I've ever written. I'd like to know what you think, because I don't think any first (or fifth) story is perfect. Constructive critics are welcome. First Love They were walking in the meadow. Both were young. Today was her eighteenth birthday. She was sweet, pretty and very innocent. He was older, strong, handsome and not so innocent. They were laughing, running and dancing. The sun was setting. A cool breeze was caressing the grass. They are happy, happy to be together. They sit down in a shady spot to catch their breath. He faces her. She looks up to him. He says something to her. She blushes and lowers her eyes. He takes her face in his hands and kisses her tenderly on the lips. She closes her eyes and enjoys his tender show of affection. He gets bolder. He kisses her harder and more passionately. Oh, what is he doing she thinks he is trying to force his tongue into my mouth. At first she resists but when their tongues meet she likes it. They kiss wildly sucking each other's tongues and lips. She feels his hand on her small mounts tenderly caressing and squeezing them. No, no he should not do that I must stop him. Yes but it feels so nice. Stop him. Stop him now says her mind. Let him continue what harm can he do. It feels so nice counters her body. I will stop him when the right time comes, she promises. He presses her down on her back. They lie kissing. She savoring the new feelings with her eyes closed. Suddenly she feels his mouth on her bare skin. She opens her eyes and finds he has opened her blouse and laid her breasts bare. He is kissing her hard pointed pink nipples. What is he going to do? Suddenly he takes one of them in his mouth and starts to suck it like a baby? Stop him now before it is too late advises her mind. I have never felt such wonderful sensation before. Please let him continue for some more time pleads her body. She closes her eyes to enjoy this new sensation. What is happening? My thighs have become wet but why? How? Her mind seeks an answer. He has not touched them. While still struggling for an answer she feels the cool breeze hitting her thighs. Oh my god he has lifted my skirt. He is looking at my nakedness with lust in his eyes. The thought that he was looking at her nakedness, which she had concealed from the gaze of everyone for years, made her blush. What is he doing? Oh he is bending towards m.. my 'shame'. My god he is kissing me there. No, no don't kiss me there. It is not right. Suddenly she felt his tongue flicking between her lower lips. Don't do that it is dirty. Oh it is dirty but also feels sooooo nice. Enjoy yourself as long as you can her body tells her. Get off me. No I don't want it. This is what she wanted to tell him as she felt him on top of her but no words came. He has separated my legs and is fumbling down there with his fingers. What is he looking for? He has now separated the lips. Oh lord he is looking for m my my..... Stop him! He shouldn't! Oh he mustn't! I tell you. This is your last chance otherwise it will be too late shouts her mind. But she couldn't hear it any more. Oh, oh he has found my...... What is this warm feeling? Oh he has placed his on mine. It is pressing for entry? It is his manhood. Stop! Stop please! Stop I don't want you to do this she cried beating her fists on his broad chest but again the words died deep in her throat and no sound came to her lips. It was already too late. She had waited too long. He pressed in. The swollen head of his member entered her virgin body. Oww it hurt. It is so big and thick. He will surely tear my body in two. I will die. She made another last ditch effort to stop him. Please let me go she begged and struggled trying to dislodge him. All this did not make any impression on him. He was mad with lust. Then came the merciless push. His hardness moved into her. AAAAAAAYYYYYIIIIEEEE she cried out with the excruciating pain she felt inside her. She felt something inside her being stretched and rendered. She begged and pleaded with him to let her go but in answer he only shoved again and again till he was fully inside her. My god he is fully inside me now. Thank god I am still alive. The fires of pain were burning inside her. Tears were freely flowing from her eyes. Was it because of the pain she felt or was it a small tribute to her virginity, now a thing of the past? What is he doing? Pushing in and out but why? Why does he not leave me now? He has achieved what he wanted. Please let me go she said but this was only wishful thinking, as it was not to be. He continued to push himself in and out of her. She was confused the fires of pain were dying out. A different type of fire was replacing them, the fire of pleasure and rising passion. She closed her eyes to live this new feeling more completely. Yes, yes this new feeling was very pleasant. Increasing with every in and out stroke of his big member. Why does he not move faster? Yes faster and harder she wanted to shout. The intensity of her feelings was about to reach its pinnacle. She felt a sense of urgency in her. To hurry it up she raised her bottoms to meet his downward stroke only to be pushed back as he smacked into her body. She tried again and again. His strokes had become faster and harder. Yes, yes go on like this, hit me, hit me harder. The level of her reservoir was rising. It was nearly full. Ready to overflow at any moment now. His strokes got shorter and shorter. Her breath was now coming in gasps. She was panting and moaning loudly. Then suddenly she felt jets of a warm liquid being squirted into her body. At this very moment her dam broke and her juices started to flow. There was no stopping them. She came. She came in torrents, like a stream flowing down a mountain in the rainy season. She just lay under him with her eyes closed, panting and moaning, enjoying this intense sensation she was feeling for the first time in her life. She opened her eyes looked at his face bathed in sweat. She kissed him tenderly murmuring words of love in his ears. She had already forgotten all the pain she had endured and remembered only the pleasure he had given her body today. Today it was her 'first time' but it will definitely not be the last time she promised herself. There is tomorrow and tomorrow and yet another tomorrow... The end * * * * * Dear friends love is surely many a splendor thing. Specially one's first love. Hope you enjoyed it as they did. In this small piece I have tried to catch the feelings of an innocent girl, who for the 'first time' experiences the pleasure of love. How have I done? Do send me your impressions. I would appreciate it. Till then. Take care. Your Sahebji SAY NO TO CASUAL SEX WITHOUT CONDOMS. HELP FIGHT AIDS. First Love I sat out on my back porch watching my children play with the little girl next door. I felt happy, I had just moved back into the neighborhood were I grew up in, and being back in a place where I had a lot of happy times in surround me in a cloud of joy. My children and I had just gotten back from a walk were I had showed them the house that I lived in and the house of my best friend when I was young. We played in the park were my friends and I had sat, then only having a picnic bench where now stood a big play fire engine, and talked about what we'd do when we grew up and how we couldn't wait to get out from under our parents' hands. Now sitting on the porch I started thinking about my best friend, and how much I missed him. I had met him when I was in the 6th grade, him and my sister in the 5th, though he was the same age as me. We all hit it off quickly, since there were no other kids on our block. We became fast friends, spending all our waking time together and he was even aloud to stay over night if we wanted him too. Those were good times, walking down to the park, going for a swim at the local public pool, playing basketball, tennis, or any other game we could think of, or just sitting in the cooled air of the house watching movies. We watched each other grow-up and yes with watching each other change there were some "hands-on" experimentations on how each other were growing, especially between him and I. Nothing too dramatic but enough to get each other¡¦s minds reeling on what "other" things could be like. In all, he was my first love, puppy love, my Mom and Grandmother called it, but love none the less in the heart of a growing girl. As we grew up we became a little more distant. Liking different things, and having other crushes on other people, though each time there was a different "love interest" between us we'd feel a little jealous of the new girl or boy. He became a jock, getting into basketball, football, and track in high school. I had run track for a little while but broke my ankle while taking a run around the school. Yes, I broke my ankle running! I am the clumsiest person on earth, walls cringe when they see me coming. After my short fascination with the sports of high school I started hanging out with the "bad crowd." The people I hung out with smoked, drank, skipped school, and did drugs. Though, honestly, the only thing I did was smoke and skip school. I hadn't yet gotten the taste for alcohol and I've never picked up the habit of doing drugs. We'd still talk to each other, but the days of hanging out were over with. We had our own lives; we both had cars, and were never at home anymore to do any sort of hanging out anyway. But I still felt love for him. When I had my first real boyfriend he came back around. Mopping and pledging loves to me that he'd never done before. I declined all of his words, telling him that he had had his chance with me a long time ago and I got tired of waiting for him. This distanced our relationship even further, though he never got tired of coming over and interfering with the privacy of my boyfriend and me. Nor did he ever miss the chance to tell me that he still loved me, and he'd wait for me. He also tried to take back up the experimentations of our earlier years, and though I'd let him get so far, I'd stop him when I felt it was enough, I've never denied the fact that I am probably the biggest tease this side of the Mississippi. To damage our relationship further, I announced the fact that I was engaged to my boyfriend. This was all he could handle, and though I'd see him every now and again outside in his front yard, he quit coming across the street. I was broken, though I knew I had brought it on myself, but my heart finally broke and the realization that I had lost him forever set in. I was married, and a year later gave birth to my first child. When she was two months old I brought her over to his house so that his mother could see the new baby. He was happy to see me, hugging me before I could put the baby, who was in a car seat, down and he held my hand the whole time I was there. I saw him and his mother a couple of times afterwards; always making sure that his mom was there when I went over there. For some reason I felt uncomfortable in his presence. Pat announced to me that they were moving back down to Georgia and I was saddened. I told her that I must have her new address and phone number and I'd give her mine so that we could stay in touch. We made plans to meet each other the following week in order to exchange everything, and as I was leaving my friend gave me the longest hug he had yet, as though we'd never see each other after this. The following Tuesday, the day I had planned to see Pat again, I called before leaving for her house. Just to make sure that she was there, I'm very anal about things like that. Unfortunately she was not. I left a message on her machine, thinking that she might have had to go to work earlier than she usually did. On the message I left my number and told her to call me so that I could come out and see her. She never called, and I left two or three more messages on the machine. That weekend I decided to drive by her house, to see if she was there. I was really trying to catch her before they moved, but pulling up in the drive I noticed that her outdoor furniture had been replaced by someone else's, they were gone. I sat staring at the house for a long time, tears swelling in my eyes as I realized that I would never see them again. A week later I wrote a letter to them, figuring that they had to have put in a change of address, it's one of the major rules of moving, but the letter was returned. I had lost Kevin for the second time, and this time it hurt worse. I went about my regular routines for five years. Had another baby, moved a couple of times, and then bought my first house two months ago, again in the neighborhood I had grown up in. I'd never forgotten about Kevin, he'd cross my mind about a zillion times a day, and more so if there was a song on the radio that we use to jam to growing up. Especial when, by chance, or by someone requesting the song on the lunch hour of the radio station I normally listen to, Mr. Big's, To Be With You, comes on the radio. Yes, I grew up in the time of Hair Bands, lucky me. He dedicated that song to me, and sang it to me one time while we sat in my basement, hanging out, smoking cigarettes, and doing other things that we weren't suppose to be doing. The song has always made me smile, and the picture of him sitting beside me, holding my hand, singing the song always sticks in my mind. I sat thinking about all these things and some others, which would probably bore you if I was to write them down here, and make me veer from the story that I'm trying to tell, when the phone rang. I picked it up, looking at the caller ID before answering it, and saw that it was my sister. "Hello." "Hi!" "Whatcha doing?" "Not much getting ready for work but I had to call you." "Why? What¡¦s going on?" "You'll never guess who I found. Go on take a guess." "Niki, you know I hate guessing. Just tell me." "Okay fine. I found Kevin." "No you didn't." "Yes I did!" There was a pause here in the conversation while she yelled at her boys to be quiet and be good. I felt my heart drop into my stomach. I was nervous and excited all at the same time. Odd feeling really. "K. Sorry." "It's alright." "Well, anyway. I found Kevin man I'm serious"¨ "How'd you find him?" "This guy I work with knows him. And we started talking about what high school and shit we went to and he asked me what year I graduated and I told him '98 and he said you know Kevin, tall red hair, and all that. I said yes and he said that he was a friend of his." "Where's he at?" "You'll never believe it." "C'mon just tell me!" "On our old street." "Fuck no!" "Yeah man! He lives in the house to the right of his old house." "You gotta be kiddin me! Hell he's only a couple of blocks from me then." "I know ain't that something!" "That's more than something. It's down right ridiculous!" "I know! But anyway, he's got two kids and is about to get married, and I have his phone number." "When you gonna call him?" "Tonight." My mind reeled with the decisions to either get his number from my sister or have her give him my number when she talked to him. I decided on the latter. "Give him my number." "I will." There was another pause as she yelled at her kids again. "Hey, anyhow, I gotta finish getting ready for work. Just had to tell you." "Well it's just wonderful. I'll talk to you later then." "Alright. Bye." "Bye." I pushed the button on the phone to make it hang up and I just sat there staring into space. I heard my name being called and wondered how long my neighbor had been calling me as I was zoning out from the pure excitement of the news I'd just received. I shook my head and got up. Going over to the fence, I greeted my neighbor, and listened to her talk on and on about a big storm that was heading our way. There had already been nine tornadoes in the Metro area and it had left all of us a little nervous. I politely talked to her, voicing my concerns for family members and friends that had been in the path of the other tornadoes, all the while having my mind set on the fact that Kevin lived just up the street. I watched her bring her cigarette up to her lips while we were talking. I had quit smoking recently, but the cravings and desires for a cigarette still wrapped my body in their harsh hands. I needed one now really bad. I asked her for one, and she gladly handed it to me. After lighting it, I told her of the news I had received and then as she went on about how great it was I pondered the fact that the cigarette I was smoking had made me dizzy and had made my chest close up. I took one more drag off of it and then flung it out in the yard. Feeling bad for wasting her cigarette but thinking at the same time how odd it was that after smoking for so many years how one cigarette after a couple of months could make me feel so crappy. While I was thinking about this my neighbor had changed the subject back to the storms, and as I nodded and smiled politely I thought up some excuse to get away from her. I went into the house and fiddled around some in the kitchen. My mind was a big jumbled mess and I couldn't concentrate on anything. I sighed deeply and tried to center myself. I was bored but still excited, another odd feeling, and since I had just ended the semester of school I had no homework to do so that I could center my mind. I picked up the book that I had been reading and sat on the couch. I read it for a while, and it seemed to help ease my mind. I looked up at the clock and saw that it was about time to start dinner, another thing that would require my full attention and so I jumped on it. As I was preparing a butter sauce to baste the cornish hens in that I was preparing for dinner the phone rang again. I figured that it was probably my husband calling to avoid work in his last half hour of being there but the number was unfamiliar on the caller ID, and it didn't produce a name at the bottom of it, as it normally did. I figured that it was the wrong number and answered, ready to apologize for them calling the wrong number. That's a funny thing we do when someone else calls you instead of the person they meant to. I've never quite understood why when someone calls the wrong number, we of the wrong person they called must say, "I'm sorry, you've dialed the wrong number." Why must we be the one to apologize? Hardly ever does the person, who has dialed the wrong number, say "Oh I'm sorry wrong number." Most of the time they just hang up or want to argue with you that it was the number they had been given. But I guess its proper phone etiquette for the person who was pulled away from what they were doing to answer a wrong number call to apologize for the other person in being too dumb to dial the right number. Further more it must be proper etiquette for the person who dialed the wrong number to be baffled and want to argue the fact with you that they had the right number, just the wrong person answered. But I digress. I answered the phone. "Hello?" "Hello. Jessi?" "Yes." "Hi it's me, Kevin." A lump came to my throat. I stood there, my mouth open, trying to form words. But I had forgotten how to speak for a moment. I was glad that he wasn¡¦t standing right in front of me, while I looked like a fish out of water trying to form coherent thoughts. Finally, the lump left and my brain began to function properly again. "Hi! How are you?" "I'm fine. So, Niki tells me you live down the street from me." "I do." I noticed that my brain, though working better, was still having a hard time forming more than just short little sentences. "That's crazy. Isn't it?" "Yeah it is." "You know what it is don't you?" "What?" "Fate." I started laughing. Kevin had always had this thing about fate and how people were destined for certain things and no one could control them. "You haven't changed much have you?" "You'd have to see that to make that decision." "I'd like that." "I know you would." The conversation veered off into what we had been doing for so long. Our families and what not. I told him how happy I was that he was close to me again and then there was a pause. "Jessi?" "Yes." "Would you like to have dinner with me this weekend?" "Of course I would. We aren't doing anything Saturday night." "Oh I meant just you and me. Then maybe during the week I'll bring my finance and my kids over so that you could meet them, and I can see R.J. again." "Oh well that's fine too." "R.J. wouldn't mind?" I laughed. "No, he wouldn't mind at all. Why would you think that?" "He didn't like me much ya know." "I know, but any hard feelings he had for you are long gone." "Okay. Well, I gotta go now. I'll pick you up on Saturday, say around seven o'clock, and we'll go eat." "That sounds great. See you then." Saturday came and I fretted all day on what I was going to wear. Being a typical woman, I pulled blouses, dresses, pants, and skirts out of my closet then put them back thinking to myself that I had nothing to wear. I sat down on the bed, my head in my hands, and talked out loud to myself, "Everything I have is too sexy! I don't want to come off like. Why can't I buy at least one conservative outfit!" I growled at myself, I really think that I had gone temporarily insane. But I was right, all my outfits showed too much. I've always been proud of my body and have always taken measures to show it off at all costs. All my shirts came down low and showed the tops of my D size breasts, or more. All my pants were skin tight, showing off my ass and flat tummy. Most of my skirts were basically like tube tops, stopping just below the butt showing every inch of my toned legs. I went back to the closet and searched some more. There had to be something in there that would be appropriate, I finally settled. I took out a victorian cut blouse and the skirt that went with it. The shirt was white with a beige flower pattern and completely see-through, but I could fix that with the right bra. It fight snuggly over my torso, coming down just below the hips. It had a band that came right under my breasts so when I tied it in the back it enhanced my boobs even more. The skirt that went with it was beige, matching the color of the flowers on the blouse. It also had a snug fit over my hips, ass, and upper thighs, but tapered out at the bottom of the skirt, which stopped just below the knee. I decided since it was very warm outside that I would forego pantyhose and just ware a pair of sandals with the outfit. I showered and put on the clothes that I had chose and now it was time to fret over my hair. Most of my life I had kept my bright red hair very long, it had rested right above my butt, and had been so easy to fix, just wash, comb, and go. But a couple of months ago I had finally gotten tired of all my hair and had it cut off, right below the ear. It looked good, made my hair look like it had some life in it, but now I had to take the time to fix it. When I had it cut I had many layers put into it, and usually I went with the "fun and messy" look, but with the outfit that look just wasn't going to go very well. I began to stack my hair. Keeping the bangs down and parted in the middle, then curling the back and the sides so they came up over the bangs, this look I'm finding this is very hard to describe, but trust me it looks good. Make-up next, when doing my make-up I have always made my lips my focal point. They are full and pouty, and I go with a dark lipstick in order to bring out the shape of them. But tonight I decided to enhance all my features. Starting with my eyes, they are big and blue, with long thick lashes. I did my eye shadow, liner, and mascara in a way that made my eyes look even bigger and also brought out the cornflower blue more in them. My lipstick I toned down just a bit, still enhancing the shape and fullness of my lips but not as much, so that they were not the full focus of my whole face. After the make-up I put on my perfume, put just a little more hairspray in my hair, and then stared at myself for a long time, till I knew I was completely satisfied. I came out of the bathroom and stood in front of my husband, "How do I look?" "Beautiful, as always." "Thank you." I walked into the kitchen and saw that Kevin would be here in about 10 minutes. I have a nervous habit of playing with my fingers, and that was at full speed when I walked back into the living room, and sat on the couch. "Where are you going?" "I don't know, he didn't say." "Oh, are you just going to dinner or are you going to a club afterwards?" "Just dinner I think. I can ask him when he gets here." "Doesn't matter." "Then why'd you ask?" "Just wondering when to expect you home." "Oh, do you want me to come home early? Cause I can if you want." "I want you to come home early enough to fuck me." I laughed and shook my head. "What? Look at you. I'd fuck you right now if I knew you wouldn't say.." And here my husband tries to imamate me. It's the funniest thing in the world. I spent my early childhood in New York, and have that Northeastern accident. Even though I've lived in the Mid-West since the age of 11 the accident has never left. But when my husband tries to talk like me it comes out sounding like a mix between someone from Minnesota and Ireland, somewhere in his imitation he'll through in a "don't you know." I've never said that. "But I can't do it right now. I'm leaving, and if I fucked you right now I'd mess up my make-up and hair. Don't ya know?" I started laughing, "I don't sound like that! Don't imamate me unless you can do it right!" "Okay fine. Just remember to get home early!" "I will, don't worry." I heard a knock on the door and just about jumped off the couch. My nerves went haywire as I watched R.J. walk to the door and open it. I heard that deep southern voice again and my whole body shook. "Hi, Kevin. How are ya man?" "Just fine. How have you been?" "Good. C'mon in." He stepped through the door and I stared at him. The weirdest feeling came over me then. As I looked at him he seemed to be a complete stranger to me though I remembered his face so well. I didn't have time to contemplate the way I felt before he came up to me swooped down and took me in his arms. I felt comforted by the familiar feel of his arms wrapped around my body and before he pulled away I planted a kiss on his cheek. "You look fantastic, Jessi." "Thank you." "We should be headin' out.' First Love "K." I looked over at my husband and he was giving Kevin and me a very hard stare. When he saw me coming towards him he shook his head and smiled at me. I kissed him, "Good-bye." "Bye Baby. Have a good time. And be good." "I will. See you later." "Hey Kev. We're having a BBQ over here tomorrow afternoon. Why don't you come. Going to be a lot of people here, and all of Jessi's family'll be here." "That sounds great. I'll bring Jennifer and the kids so that you all can meet them too." "Good. See ya then." "Alright." We left and headed towards the restaurant. At dinner we talked more about what we had been doing in the time that we had falling out of touch. Then came all the "remember when's," after we had gotten through all the things that we could remember everything fell silent. Kevin's face went dark for a minute and then he looked at me and smiled. "Jess?" "Yeah." "Will you go somewhere with me?" "What?" "I want to take you somewhere, but I'm not sure if you'll go with me." "Why wouldn't I?" "Well, I don't know. It's a bad idea." "You'll never know if it is a bad idea until you run it by me. I'll tell ya if it is or isn't." I gave a playful smile and it seemed to lighten up his mood. "I knew you would it's just that it might be too soon." "What would be too soon." My breath caught. I knew what he was talking about, I could see it in his face. He had the same look he use to get when we'd mess around years ago. But I wouldn't let him see that I knew what he was talking about. I wanted to hear him say it. Plus I was confused, I didn't know if I could even say yes to it. "Just never mind. It's probably a bad idea anyway. But I couldn't help thinking about it." I brought my eyebrows down and gave him a "I think you're going insane" look and then nodded my head agreeing. After dinner we drove around for a while, in silence, but neither one of us wanted to leave the company of the other. Kevin started heading back towards the town we lived in and then I heard him say under his breath, "Fuck it. I've waited too long, I'm not going to give it up now." I looked at him with surprised eyes, but turned my head quickly before he saw me. All that went through my head was, "shit!" He pulled up at a hotel and we both got out of the car. He looked at me for a long time, I could see that he was fighting with himself on whether or not to do what he wanted. The fight was won and he took hold of my hand and issued me up to the room he had gotten earlier. I wondered then if this was the only reason why he wanted to see me tonight, and I got a little angry. I sat on the bed, my arms crossed under my breasts, and stared at my feet. Kevin stared at me. "What's wrong?" "What do you think is wrong?" "Why do you always have to follow a question with another one?" "Why shouldn't I?" He let out a low annoyed growl. I looked up at him in an angry fashion. My lips pulled tight and drawn down, while I tried to think of what to say next. "Why'd you bring me here?" My voice had become low with the mixed emotions I felt. "I thought you'd like it." "Kevin, answer me honestly, did you want to take me out tonight just to come here?" "No, I wanted to see you. Jessi, I've never gotten over you." "That's understandable. But why tonight. I mean why when we just saw each other for the first time in over five years?" "I don't know." I looked at him angrily again. "What do you mean you don't know? There's a reason behind it. What, you thought that after seeing you again that I wouldn't be able to control myself, and you could get a good fuck from me before you went back to you're woman?" I knew I had hurt him, I saw him flinch as though I had gotten up and smacked him across the face. But he had hurt me too, and I couldn't keep my mean tongue at bay. "That's not it Jess." "Oh really? Then what Kev." "I just...just wanted to be alone with you." "To do what Kevin?" "I hadn't thought of it." "Don't lie to me." "Well, I don't know. I knew I shouldn't have done this and I'm sorry." I looked down at my feet again, which is my way of saying "I accept your apology but I'm still angry with you." I saw him move from the corner of my eye and soon he was on his knees at my feet. I moved my eyes, now looking at my knees. I felt his hands on my legs, and I pulled them together. We struggled a bit, but he won out and my legs were spread enough for him to move in-between them. He wrapped his arms around my waist and brought his head down to rest between my breasts. I stared at the top of his head, I let my eyes wander over his red hair, the same color as mine. I thought to myself how we were always confused as brother and sister when growing up and how we almost convinced someone that we were twins, since we looked so much a like. We probably could have pulled it off if Kevin wasn't a full foot taller than I am. I smiled, the anger was leaving me, and that was a dangerous thing. I finally moved my arms and wrapped them around him. I hugged him tightly to me. "I'm real sorry Jessi. I let other things come in front of my good reasoning." "It's okay." My voice was soft and barely audible. "This is nice isn't it?" I laughed, "Yes I've always liked your head right were it is." He looked up and smiled, bringing his hand up and grabbing my chin, "Naughty girl!" "I can't help it." "I know." We looked at each other for a long time. I saw his eyes become softer, and the crystal blue of them become more vibrant. I knew it was coming, and I didn't feel like stopping it. He brought his lips to mine. Soft at first, I could barely feel them. Then the kiss became more passionate. I moaned at the feel of his soft but firm lips on mine, I felt his tongue slip in between my lips, and I opened my mouth to receive it. My hands went from his back to his head as his tongue moved in and out of my mouth. My legs wrapped tightly around his body, and I felt my juices beginning to flow from me. He was the first to pull away. "Jessi....should we? I want you so bad. But I have to know if you want me...." I put my finger to his lips and traced their outline. "Shhh." I said before placing my lips back to his. He moaned, and his hands began to run up and down my back, into my hair, and then back down. He broke the kiss again, picking me up and placing me on the pillows of the bed. He went back down to my feet and took off my sandals. He kissed each toe as the shoe came off of it and then his lips began to trail up my legs. I watched the top of his head moving from one leg to the other. My breathing became faster with each kiss, my body began to quiver, and I moaned softly. His lips came to my pussy, and my hips uncontrollably thrust forward. He gave a throaty laugh, "I know what Mama wants!" "Are you going to give it to me?" "Should I?" "I think you should. I'd enjoy it very much." "I know you would. But I'm not sure. Looks like you need it way too much." "Yes, and that's why you should give it to me. Please." "Very polite." His tongue touched my bare swollen pussy lips and my head spun. "Mmmmm....please, please! I want to feel your tongue on my pussy!" "I never remember you as a beggar, more of a give it to me or die kinda woman." "I'm trying to be polite. Wouldn't you like to listen to me beg more than just slamming your mouth into my cunt?" "Hmmmm...I think I like the latter better." "Really?" I put my hand to his head and thrust my hips up again, while pressing his head down into my soaked pussy. He let off a loud moan as his lips wrapped around my hard clit. I gasped as I felt his tongue flick across my bud. I moved my hips up and down, fucking his face as he tried hard to keep up with my rhythm. In my heightened stated of arousal it took no time at all before I came. I screamed out my pleasure as I pushed Kevin's head harder into my cunt. I felt his mouth working to lap up my cream. My legs clamped down on his head and I held tightly to him until my orgasm began to fade. I released him and looked down smiling. I watched as he sat up and quickly undressed. He stretched out on top of me, bringing his lips to mine. I could feel my juices on his chin and taste them on his lips, it made me moan. I moaned louder when I felt his cock rub up against my pussy. My body jumped uncontrollably, my nerves were still going hay-wire from the orgasm he'd just given me. He slowly pushed his cock into me. My breath caught and as it began to release I let out a low long moan. He stayed still for a minute, just looked down at me with a slight smile on his face. Looking up at him all the feelings that I had ever felt for him came rushing back to me, but this time more intense. I was feeling the love a woman has for a man, instead of the "puppy love" of the little girl I use to be. I had no time to worry or contemplate over the feelings that had just hit my body. He began to move, so very slow at first, it seemed as though time had stopped. I could feel every inch of his manhood slip from me and then go back in. His lips found mine again and our tongues danced together as our bodies started to move quicker. Both of us needing the release that only we could bring to each other. My legs wrapped around his back as he began to plunge his cock deeper and harder into my ever so wanting cunt. I moaned louder, wrapping my arms around him, bringing him closer to me as I began to cum again. My muscles wrapped tightly around his cock, I could feel him growing inside of me and knew it wouldn't be long before he would hit his own climax. He worked harder, thrusting his hips so hard into me that I could hardly breathe. I felt his body become completely rigid and then I felt his seed rush forward and I received it into my womb with another orgasm. He laid beside me, tracing imaginary circles on my belly. We said nothing, we didn't have to. We just stared at each other, both with satisfied looks on our faces. I had to break the silence. "You know I have to go now." "I know, I wish we could stay here together." "I know, but we can't." Tears filled in my eyes. Hot tears of both shame for what I had just done and longing for the man that my heart first went to. I shook my head, got up and dressed. He followed, his body langue telling me all I needed to know. He moved so slow, he didn't want to leave, but we both knew that we had to go back to our own homes. We said nothing as we drove home, and as we reached my house both of us sighed. I looked at him and smiled, "I would thank you for the wonderful evening, but I don't think that at this point I could find all the words appropriate enough to do so." "I know." "Ummm....you still coming over tomorrow?" "Well, it would probably seem wrong if I didn't." "You're probably right. I guess I'll see you then." "Alright." I had the urge to reach over and kiss him, but it just didn't seem right as we sat in my driveway. I got out of the car, ran my fingers through my hair, took a deep breath, and walked in the house. As I walked into the living room, my husband was no where to be found, and I hoped that he had fallen asleep. I went into the kitchen, drank a glass of water, and proceeded to the bedroom. I could hear the TV on as I came down the hall, and I sighed again. My husband was still awake. I walked in and smiled at him. "How was your evening?" "Good." "That's good." "Where'd you go to eat?" "The Italian Gardens." "I like that place." "I know." "What else did you do?" My breath caught and I stared stupidly at the wall for a minute. "Nothing." "You were gone for a long time, and you did nothing after dinner?" "Well, I mean, we didn't do nothing, just sat at the restaurant, drinking coffee, and talking." "Oh I see. He still coming over tomorrow." "Yeah, he said he'd be here." I reached into my drawer and pulled out some pjs. "Don't put those on yet. Remember." Damn, I remembered. I smiled at him, "Oh yeah, you'd much prefer me naked." "Yes. I think you should go around naked all the time." "What would the neighbors think!" "Who'd care? They'd probably like it anyway." "You'd have to fight them off with sticks." "No, I'd just let them have their way with you. You'd enjoy that more anyway." "Yeah you're right about that. But watching you chase people around with sticks would be quite entertaining too." "Come here you silly girl." I went to him. I was drained but I couldn't let him know that. I climbed up on the bed and straddled his legs. Bending over I brought his cock into my mouth, sucking him gently. Wrapping my tongue around him, he began to moan as his cock grew hard in my mouth. I felt his hand go to the back of my head, and he began to pump his hips into me. Fucking my mouth hard and deep. I wrapped my lips tighter around his engorged member, getting a better grip as he pushed the head of his cock down my throat. I began to moan, I love having my face fucked, and he was going at it so well. He moaned louder as the vibrations of my voice traveled down his cock. Soon, though, he released me, I looked up at him and pouted. "Come here girl." I went to him, my body eager to please again. I rubbed my pussy on the tip of his cock, and he smiled at me as he brought his fingers to my lips. Immediately I took his fingers in my mouth, sucking on them as though his cock was still there. He moaned again as I impaled myself on his dick. He pulled his fingers from my mouth, and I pouted again. "You just love having something stuffed in that pretty mouth don't you?" "You know I do." I said smiling. "Such a nasty girl." I laughed and began to fuck him. Moving up and down his shaft in the hard fast manner that he's always enjoyed. I couldn't help but think back to the events early that night. I thought of how good Kevin's cock had felt in my pussy, and just thinking about the fact that Kevin's cum, along with my own juices, was running down my husband's cock sent me into a hard orgasm. "Jesus Christ woman!" My husband shouted, "you really needed to fuck didn't you? Being around Kevin made you that horny?" I said nothing, but thought, "if you only knew." It didn't take too much longer before my husband came, and as always I kissed his forehead and rolled off of him. I laid on my side and he came up behind me, in the spoon position, kissing my neck and shoulders. I heard him begin to snore softly, and closed my own eyes, images of Kevin still in my head. The next day I sat in the living room, a waiting the guests for the BBQ. Every time the door bell rang me my heart jumped at the prospect of it being Kevin and his family. But every time it wasn't, finally after everyone else was at the house, engaging in conversation or swimming in the pool, Kevin showed up. I opened the door, and was greeted with his smiling face, and the smiling face of his finance. I smiled back friendly like and opened the screen door. "Come on in!" As they got into the house I turned back around, "And Kevin who might this be?" "Oh yeah, almost forgot to introduce you two." "Jessi this is Jennifer, Jennifer Jessi." I shook her hand, "Hello! How are you?" "I'm good." I watched as she looked around, "I like the set up of your living room." I gave her an odd look, "Well thank you." I decided that she was going to be one person I wouldn¡¦t speak with for too long. "C'mon out back." As Kevin entered the back yard my family flocked to him, hugging him, kissing him, and telling them how much they had missed him. He stared at me whenever someone was talking to him, but he'd look down and smile politely, nod his head, or answer a question when necessary. I kept myself busy, going around, making sure all the children were okay, making sure they kept there floaties on if they were going to go in the pool. I walked around making small talk with my husband's family, basically being a good hostess, while I felt Kevin's eyes constantly on me. Kevin's finance came up to me, "Jessi, excuse me, but I was wondering if you had a bathing suit I could borrow. I didn't know you had a pool or I would have brought my own." I looked at her, sizing her in my mind. She was a little bit taller than I but I figured we weighed about the same. The only problem she was going to have was that my chest was quite a bit bigger than hers, but with a few alterations I could fix a bathing suit top for her. "I have a few extra suits laying around, come with me into the house and I'll see what I can find." She followed me, and as we were going into the house Kevin gave me a confused look. I waved my hand at him, in a "mind your own business" sort of way, and proceeded into the house. In the bedroom, as I searched my drawers for all my old bathing suits, Jennifer looked around. "I love your bed set" She exclaimed excitedly. I wondered what was up with her and my furniture settings. I thanked her and threw four bathing suits on the bed. "Pick one, and we'll see if it fits you." She choose a neon green one. I had never remembered buying the suit, and wondered where I had picked it up when I pulled it out of the drawer. I had never worn it, for the fact that it was neon green, and a red haired, fair skin woman should never wear that color, but it would probably look wonderful on her, since she has that lovely olive color to her. "I pointed to the closed door next to the window. That's the bathroom if you'd like to change in there." We both jumped when Kevin spoke up, "what are you girls doing in here?" "Oh I wanted to get a bathing suit. So I could go swimming." "I see, and the always prepared Jessi had some laying around?" "You know I did." "Good!" "I'm going to go see if it fits." Jennifer went into the bathroom, and Kevin came further into the room. He grabbed me and kissed my lips. I pulled away from him, and pointed at the bathroom door. He shrugged his shoulders, and kissed me again. When he heard Jennifer's hand on the knob he moved away. I looked at her, just as I suspected the top was too big for her. "Here let me fix it so that it won't fall off." "I'd like to see that." Jennifer looked at Kevin wide eyed and blushed. I gave her another odd look and chuckled, "I bet you would, but we must think about the guests!" We both laughed and it was Jennifer's turn to give us odd looks. I finished fixing the straps as best I could so that the top of the bathing suit wasn't hanging off Jennifer's chest. "Thanks Jessi. I'm going to go swimming now. Why don't you join me?" "Oh I will a little later. I need the pool to be shaded before I get in there. No matter how much sun screen I put on I still burn like mad." "Kevin's the same way." "I know." She looked down, I could tell she felt a little out of place, and I felt bad for her, but I couldn't help the fact that Kevin and I had known each other for so long, and she was a recent addition. "You coming Kevin?" "I'll be out in a minute." "Okay." She sighed and left. "You should have gone with her Kevin." "She's a big girl." "She doesn't know anyone here. She feels left out." "How do you know?" "I can tell. Can't you? You spend more time with her than I do." "So are you trying to push me away?" "I don't think that's the point here Kevin." "Then what is?" "The fact that your finance feels left out and so you should be with her." "Whatever." I flipped him off, and he stormed out of the room. Asshole, I thought. I put back the rest of the bathing suits and went back outside. "Jessi." I turned to my husband. "Yeah?" "Come here." "What?" "What's Kevin all mad about?" "He's being an asshole." "Why?"¨ "Because I told him that Jennifer is feeling left out and he needs to spend time with her. You know introducing her to everybody." First Love "That doesn't seem to be anything to be mad about." "Yeah I know that's why he's an asshole." "I see." My hsuband gave me an odd look, a lot of odd looks were being given that day, might have set a world record or something. I wandered around the yard some more. Did some more small talk, but had to go inside for a while. The heat was getting to me. As I suspected Kevin came in shortly after me. "I'm sorry." "It's not me you should apologize to." "I know I apologized to Jennifer too, and her and Niki seem to be getting along wonderfully." "That's good." I took a sip of my beer, and then looked down at it in disgust. I hate the taste of beer but for some reason I have to remind myself how much I hate the taste of it every now and again. I got up and poured it out, "Dude! You just wasted a beer! That's against the law!" I laughed, "Well the beer police can come cuff me then." "You'd enjoy that wouldn't you?" "You know it." I gave a teasing smile and searched in the fridge, finding a Zima, I happily opened it and took a drink, "Now that's better!" I sat down at the table, and stared into my bottle, while Kevin stared at me. I felt a little uncomfortable around him just then, and made the excuse that I had to go to the bathroom. I shut the bathroom door and wondered what I was going to do. I didn't really have to go. I looked in the mirror, fiddled with my hair and make-up a bit and as I reached the bathroom door, it opened and Kevin stepped in. "What are you doing?" "I knew you lied when you got up. You suck at lying." "So. That wasn't an invite for you to follow me in here." "I know. I took that upon myself." "What do you want?" "All I can think about is last night." I looked at him, and I blushed, not something I do often so I was pretty surprised when I did and even brought my hands to my cheeks, just to make sure that nothing else was wrong with them. "I see you've thought about it too." "Can't deny it can I?" He brought his lips to mine. I pulled back. "Kevin...we..." This time he brought his finger to mine, "Shhh." "No. We can't! There's people here, and they're going to start noticing we aren't out there." "They probably already have." "And you don't think that RJ or someone will come looking for us?" "No, he's busy cooking, and everyone else is having a good time." "No, we just can't!" He said nothing more, but put his hands on my shoulders and forced me to my knees. Before I could get back up he pulled out his cock. He brought it to my lips and I tightened them. He rubbed the tip of his cock on them. I felt his pre-cum begin to wet my lips, and moaned softly. He had found my weakness. I opened my mouth and took his cock deep into my throat. He moaned and smiled down at me as I looked up at him, his cock stuffed in my mouth. He began thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth. I felt my juices begin to slide down my thighs. He didn't stay in my mouth very long. He brought me back up and turned me around, bending me over the counter, he plunged his cock deep and hard into my dripping cunt. I bit my finger to reduce the sound of my passionate scream. He fucked me with hard short stabs, and it wasn't long before I began to cum. After my orgasm, he whipped me back around and brought me again to my knees. He shoved his cock into my mouth, and I moaned loudly as I felt the first squirts of his cum go down my throat. I swallowed every drop of his seed, and afterwards he helped me back up. "I bet no one missed us." I turned back around and ran my fingers through my hair, "we'll see about that." Kevin went outside first, I downed the rest of my Zima then headed back out. My husband came up to me, gave me a hard look, and then smiled. "Looks like you just got fucked." "What if I had?" "I'd say bravo, just leave enough energy for me." "I could go all night." "I know you could." He kissed me on the cheek then went back to the grill. Kevin had been close enough to hear us and he looked at me, his eyes bugged out, his mouth opened. There were parts of my life that I had left out when getting to know Kevin again. Like the part that my husband and I fucked other people, just usually we were together when things like that happened. I gave a little smile to Kevin and shrugged my shoulders. As the party began to die down, Kevin and Jennifer were the first to leave. I gave Jennifer a hug and told her it was nice to have met her. She said the same. I turned to Kevin, hugged him, kissed him on the cheek, and told him that I wanted to talk to him soon. During the middle of the week Kevin and I met again. I had decided that I couldn't go on with the affair because I had seen Sunday how miserable Jennifer had been, and I couldn't bring myself to make such and innocent looking girl that miserable. "Kevin, we have to stop the fucking." "You say it as though we've been doing it for years." "Probably because we would if we kept going on." "Why? Don't you like it?" He brought his hand to my leg and started up. I shooed it away. "It's what I've dreamt about for years. But I saw how sad Jennifer looked, and I can't break the heart of your finance." "But you wouldn't. I would." "I'd be the cause of it. And anyway Kevin. I'm not single either. I'm not sure when you forgot that I'm married to RJ." "I haven't forgotten. I just try not to think about it." "Well you have to." I saw anger come into his face, "Whatever." "Don't be angry Kevin. We both have to be reasonable." "I know." "Then why are you angry?" "This is all I've ever wanted." "Well, we both got a taste of it and now we must do what's right." "We can still see each other though can't we?" "I don't see why not. We are still friends. We just can't fuck anymore." "That'll be hard." "I know. But it's got to be done." "Fine." He pouted like a little boy. I brought my hand to his cheek. He grabbed hold of it and kissed it. His lips proceeded up my arm. "Kevin! What did we just agree on!" "One more time. Just one more time and then that's it." "I don't think that's a good idea." "I do." His lips came up to my neck and he kissed it gently. I was about to kick myself in the ass because I wasn't stopping it. I let his lips trail up my neck then down to my chest. He grabbed my tits and kissed them over my shirt. I sighed and my hands went to the back of his head. His hands dropped down and lifted my shirt, I moved my arms so that he could take it off. He unclasped my bra, and I moaned as I felt his tongue flick across my hardened nipples. His hand dropped down to his pants, and he swiftly took them off. He sat me on his lap, lifting my skirt up to my waist. My head rolled back as I once again felt his cock enter my pussy. I rocked back and forth on his manhood as his lips stayed on my breast. His hands dropped down to my ass, and he began to lift me up and down on his cock. I heard him moan, as my cunt gripped his dick in my first orgasm. He let me finish, then grabbed my waist and turned me over. He was on his knees, his hands on my hips, holding them tightly as he thrust his cock deep into me. He turned me over once more, positioning me on my hands and knees. He rocked me back and forth on his cock hard, I moaned, loving the feel of his balls slapping against my clit as he fucked me. He grabbed my hips even tighter as he began to cum, filling me once more with his seed. I turned over once he had finished and he fell on top of me kissing my lips, cheeks, and forehead. "That was it, I promise. If you think it's best we won't do it anymore. But I had to feel you one more time." I nodded and kissed him gently. He kept to his word. That was the last time we ever had sexual relations with each other. Though we still enjoy the occasion teasing touch, or teasing word, that's as far as it goes, and we've decided that we are better off this way. First Love Zoraya was 20 now and in Russia. She attended each Central Red Army hockey game that her Russian father would take her to. She enjoyed watching a young man with blonde hair and blue eyes. His name was Sergei, she had found out his name from a friend and that he was 18. She watched him all the time, off the ice too, for her family was friends with his. Sergei noticed Zoraya always watching him, studying him. She was gorgeous. He loved her long, curly, dark auburn hair cascading down to her ass. He loved her brown eyes that when he looked into them, he felt tingly inside. She wasn't really Russian, he had heard from others. Her family had brought her here from the US. Not really knowing how or why, he was just glad she was here. Sometimes at night when Sergei lay in his bed, he would think of Zoraya and this would cause an erection. He fantasized about her naked body pressed against his. Her breasts bare and wanting to be taunted. He never knew a woman before. He wanted to know her. He would imagine himself taking each breast and playing with them and their erect nipples. Then moving to the heat between her legs. He had seen naked women in magazines but to have Zoraya naked with him. The mere thought made Sergei grasp his hardness and stroke himself fast and hard, shooting a load of cum, a distance. He then would fall asleep. Zoraya enjoyed the evenings in her room as well. Dreaming of Sergei, kissing her and making love to her. She would rub her moist area until she came, over and over again, she would arouse herself until finally she was exhausted and fell asleep. Sergei noticed other Russian players looking Zoraya's way also. That filled him with rage for he wanted her attention all to himself. He watched how the others would show off in front of her and how she would just look at Sergei and shrug her shoulders, that pleased him. It meant she wasn't interested in them and that maybe, just maybe, he had a chance with this beauty. Zoraya came to Sergei's with her father. They ate dinner together. Sergei asked Zoraya if she'd like to go for a walk with him. She said she would. They went out into the Russian cold air but both were heated with their passion for each other. Sergei grabbed Zoraya's hand and pressed her against the tree that was near them. He kissed her long and deep. It was their first kiss, literally. Not wanting the kiss to end, Zoraya pressed her body against Sergei's and put her arm around his neck and held him there, pressing his lips even closer to hers. He slipped his tongue deep within her mouth and she let out a moan. The kiss ended leaving them gasping for air but wanting more from each other. "I've wanted to kiss you like that for a long time but didn't think you wanted me too." Sergei admitted. "I've wanted it too. I dream about you and I. I'm not ashamed that I do. I'm not ashamed of how you make my body ache to have you." She moved closer to him. Sergei led her down the road some more til they came to a barn. He opened the barn door. There was a ladder and he motioned her to climb up it. Finally, on the loft, they sat side by side. "I come here sometimes to think and I usually think of you and then...." Sergei broke off...Zoraya had removed her coat and the sweater she had on just made her breasts stick out and Sergei, longing to have her breasts exposed, kissed her again, full of passion. He reached under her sweater to find she wasn't wearing a bra. He rubbed her hard nipple. She kissed him deeper, at the same time laying down onto the straw that was in the loft. Sergei hiked the sweater up, freeing what he had so wanted to touch, to kiss, he did so, taking turns with each one. Gently taking each nipple in between his teeth and then sucking them. This made Zoraya giddy with anticipation of Sergei's next move. She arched her back. She moaned. She was wet. Sergei was hard. Sergei removed the sweater. He removed his shirt. He lay on top of her, kissing her lips then back to her breasts. Zoraya felt his hardness through her jeans. She reached down to his pants and undid them. She slid her hand in and felt his shaft. It was wet. He eased up from her and took his pants off. Zoraya sat up and looked at his hardness, she licked her lips, not knowing if she should do what she wanted to or not. She decided on doing it. She was on her knees and he was in her mouth with such quickness. Sergei stroked her hair as she sucked his cock. He realized he was about to cum, he wanted her to stop but she didn't. She continued and he exploded in her mouth and she swallowed every drop of him. Sergei couldn't believe that just happened. He quickly undid her jeans and had them off and he burried his tongue in her wetness. He pushed her legs wider apart and stuck a finger inside her. She was moaning and this made Sergei continue faster with his finger and tongue, licking the juice that spilled into his mouth as she came, crying out his name. Sergei was hard again and he wasted no time sliding his cock inside, gently, for this was Zoraya's first time as well as his but he was more mature than his 18 yrs. She was tight and he knew she would hurt a little. Finally, breaking through her maidenhead, he was in and it felt wonderful, even heavenly. He thrust into her, deeper, he lost himself inside her tight pussy. She was so wet and on fire. Hot between her legs, the warm juice surrounding his cock, he came again calling out her name. He remained inside her for a while longer, laying on her but not crushing her. Staring into her brown eyes, he said, "I will love you forever." First Love I was sound asleep when all of a sudden I heard a noise at the end of my bed. I lay there for a few minutes wondering what was going on when I felt the presence of someone else in my bedroom. My eyes widened and I lay there frozen, on my stomach, staring at my night stand in front of me. Earlier that day I had been talking to my love on the phone. We had met on the internet a few years ago and were planning to meet sometime soon. I was a little nervous about it, but not too much since he had told me that it probably wouldn't happen for a few more weeks. He had to go to California to meet with his new boss then get his office set up. As I lay there frozen thoughts of him ran through my head and I felt a pain in my chest because we had gotten in an argument before we hung up. What if I never saw him again? I felt like crying. The person was still at the end of my bed and I could feel him staring at me. Under the covers I was only wearing a thong. The covers were pulled to my shoulders so you could only see my head. From where I was laying I couldn't see anything but the outline of my nightstand and I was frozen solid, scared. I heard a rustling noise and realized the person had crept closer to the bed-to me. I was beginning to breath unevenly. My arms were folded under my head and I was stretched out under my blanket. I don't sleep with a sheet. I felt the bed move slightly as he leaned against it. I let out a little gasp, and held my breath, hoping he'd just go away. I had no such luck. I felt, with a sixth sense almost, a presence pass over my blanket and his hand rested next to my hip, on the right. My eyes got even wider and I gasped louder when his left hand was placed on the middle of my back. I could feel his heat, even through the blanket, on my naked skin. Thoughts kept running through my head: "Who is this? Am I going to be raped? Or killed?" What disturbed me the most, though, was, "Why do I feel more excited than scared?" In the back of my mind I knew I had had fantasies of dominance, control, maybe even rape, but I was too scared to think about that directly. His hand slowly slid up my back, to the edge of the blanket. I was making thin, shallow breaths by now. Suddenly his fingers slid under the edge of the blanket, I briefly felt his fingertips touch my upper back, and the blanket was whipped off of me. I jumped violently and almost screamed, but then I felt him climb onto the bed, straddling my legs. It was then I realized I was on my stomach, stretched out, in nothing but a thong with a stranger staring down at me. My face flooded with heat when I realized his legs around me were naked. He ran his hand over the bottoms of my thighs, sliding them over my ass. He slid his fingers under the band of my thong and slowly pulled them down until they were off. He was again standing at the bottom of my bed. I realized that I had lost the chance to run a long time ago because I was now completely naked in a locked room with him. I felt him climb back onto the bed, straddling my legs again. He was definitely naked from the waist down, probably even from the waist up. I could feel his hard cock pressed against the backs of my knees. He was hot and hard already. He ran his hand over my naked ass, tracing his finger down my crack, but stopped just before he would have slipped between my thighs. I still had my arms folded under my head. I was also still breathing irregular, but it was starting to turn into excitement. I could feel my pussy getting wetter, opening up. He leaned up, placing his hands on the sides of me, near my breasts and kissed my neck. In the back of my mind this was all seeming very familiar. He lightly brushed his lips over the skin behind my ear and I shivered. Then he nipped the tender flesh there and chills swept over my body. He kissed his way to the back of my neck and licked the top of my collar bone. I sighed, relaxing even more. He kissed his way down my back to the top of my ass. I held my breath, waiting to see what would happen. He cupped my ass and squeezed, then slowly, oh so slowly, slid his finger down my ass crack again, but didn't stop this time. I shivered when his finger slid between my thighs and caressed my already wet pussy. He pushed the tip inside, searching for something. I gasped and moaned when his finger brushed my sensitive clit. He rubbed it, his other fingers caressing my pussy lips. I squirmed beneath him, only intensifying the sensations. I moaned in protest when his fingers left my pussy, but then he slid his left hand under my belly and urged me to turn over. I did so without thought and froze, shocked, when I saw his face. It was him! My love, who I hadn't met in person until this moment. Briefly, the thought that even though I was scared at first after a few minutes I wasn't scared anymore ran through my head. Somehow I had sensed he wouldn't hurt me... He smiled at my shocked expression then slid down my body again and laid down between my open legs. His finger caressed my slit and I moaned. He pushed his finger in me again, caressing my clit. I was so wet by now, my juices coating his hand. Then I jerked in surprise when he lowered his head between my thighs and licked my slit. His tongue felt so hot, and it succeeded in opening me all the way, my clit sliding out of the sheath. He closed his mouth over my pussy, pushing his tongue as deep inside me as he could get. I moaned in ecstasy and felt heat building deep inside me. His tongue flicked my clit and my hips jerked involuntarily. Then he repeatedly lapped at my clit making me moan over and over again. When he took it into his mouth and suckled gently on me I screamed, cumming in his mouth. He lapped up all of my juices then slid up my body to my breasts. I was breathing erratically by now, feeling lethargic. I always felt that way after orgasming. My breasts were rising and falling and he stared at them hungrily for a minute then lowered his head to my left breast. He immediately took my nipple in his mouth and suckled on it. I moaned in pleasure and held his head, caressing his hair. He groaned against my breast and bit me. I groaned and pushed my lower body against him. I could feel his cock pressed against my lower stomach. He was so big and hard. I rubbed my legs against his, loving the feel of my smooth legs against the prickly hairs of his. He licked my nipple one more time, then moved to my next breast. As he suckled my right nipple he kneaded my left breast with his hand, squeezing my nipple gently. I moaned and rubbed my body against him. His right hand was caressing my side and hip. He gave my right nipple a lick just like the left then moved up and kissed the right side of my chin, my cheek, then my mouth, lightly. I tried to push my mouth harder against his but he pulled back and looked down at me. He cupped my head in his left hand, still caressing my hip with his right. I looked up at him, my pupils dilated with desire, mouth parted, lips moist. I watched his eyes darken, then his head descended, his lips pressing against mine again, this time harder. He moved his head back and forth, then suckled on my lower lip. I automatically suckled on his top lip and flicked my tongue out. He flicked his tongue against my lip and I opened my mouth and moaned. I felt him slide his hot, wet, slick tongue past my lips, into my mouth. He caressed my tongue with his, then slid back out, then back in. I followed his tongue the second time and licked the inside of his mouth. After a few minutes of exploring each others mouths he began to rub his cock against my stomach. I wrapped my right leg around his left and tried to thrust against his thigh. He pulled his mouth away and kissed my forehead. The whole time he had been caressing my hip and holding my head, then he placed his hands to the side of my head and pushed himself up slightly. I felt his cock slide down my belly, between my thighs and in the back of my mind was fascinated with the fact that he could move his cock like that. He looked down at me and I felt the head of his cock slide against my slit. I took two or three deep breaths and he pushed with his hips, causing the head of his cock to slip between my pussy lips. I squeezed his thighs reassuringly and he thrust hard with his hips. His cock slid about halfway inside my hot, wet, throbbing pussy and I gasped in pain/pleasure. I was so tight and he was so big. He slid out of me again, then thrust again, sliding in a little more this time. My pussy muscles were spasming around him, my pussy stretching to accommodate him. He pulled out and thrust again, almost sliding all the way in. Then he lowered almost all of his weight on me and thrust hard, sliding in my pussy to the hilt. I could feel his balls pressed against my ass and I moaned in pleasure, my pussy spasming non-stop now. He was breathing hard now and I could feel it inside of me. I pushed my hips against him, forcing him deeper inside of me. I moaned into his neck and wrapped my arms around him. He pushed his arms under my shoulders and pulled half way out of me then thrust back in. I squeezed him with my pussy muscles and he groaned. He pulled out almost all of the way then slid back inside my wet, waiting pussy. I groaned and bucked my hips against him, needing more. He squeezed me and began to thrust hard, deep, and fast inside of me. I thrust my hips with every stroke and moaned incoherently. He pulled his arms out from under me and braced himself on his arms. Then he began to fuck me hard, slamming his cock into my dripping pussy as hard as he could. I thrashed my head back and forth and screamed his name. I felt my pussy explode around him and he continued to slam into me. Oh God! I was cumming again. I could hardly breath as I felt my pussy contract around him and he still continued to fuck me with his huge cock. I groaned over and over again as he pounded into me, my hips bucking against him. Then, after my third or fourth orgasm, he thrust into me to the hilt one last time. I felt his cock begin to swell even bigger in me and he groaned deep in his throat. I was still spasming around him and he jerked his hips, his cock jerking at the same time inside of me. I locked my thighs around him and he shot his cum deep inside of me. I moaned at the feel of the hot wetness inside of me and came again. He began kissing and sucking my breasts as I came the last time. Then we lay there, letting our breathing slow down. He looked up at me, a lazy satisfied look in his eyes. I smiled shyly up at him and he gently kissed my lips and hugged me. Then he slipped out of me and I sighed slightly in disappointment. It felt good with him inside me. He kissed me again, then moved behind me, wrapping his arms around me, cupping one of my breasts possessively. He pushed one of his thighs between my legs and I sighed happily. "I thought you had to go to California?" I asked him, smiling in the dark as he caressed my breast. "I rescheduled so I could come and see you." He breathed into my ear and I shivered. "Are you mad?" he asked me. "No. Definitely not." I laughed, holding his arms. "I knew you wouldn't be." he said to me, then I felt him relax, falling asleep. I was drifting to sleep when I heard him whisper, "I love you..." I smiled sleepily and whispered back, "I love you, too..." First Love I remember you. That intensely passionate first love. I've never felt about anyone the way I felt about you. You woke me up from the dead and called me to you in sibilant tones that hinted at safety, love and permanence. I was 23 and I had never wanted a significant relationship before nor had I ever fucked anyone before. The first time I saw you in my house I fell in love with you. I wrote you a letter and I started our relationship. But you ended it. I wanted to be with you forever, to love you, please you, fuck you till the day I died. My beautiful love with green eyes, the soul, the love that I prized you let it all blow away, slip through your fingers like sand. When your family expressed doubts about us you at first scoffed them but eventually you weakened and you let me go. My first love, my first lover. You cast me aside like I was nothing. Everything ends. Nothing lasts forever. But just once I wanted to believe that I could have forever with you. It has been now seven years. Seven years of work, homes and new men. Men to hate and men to compare to you. You linger in the edges of my mind, you took a piece of my soul and you never gave it back. So now my sweetness, my little love, I've found you after all these years, all these years of torture, all these years alone. I've found you and I'm so close. If you can believe it I still look the same. Same height and weight, the same long brown hair and brown eyes. You have a lovely home I remember when we talked about the house you wanted to build and where you said I would live with you. This house could have been mine. As I walk up the asphalt drive I see three small children shrieking in the late afternoon sun chasing a brightly colored ball across the drive. I smile indulgently at them feeling a pain in my heart. Those children could have been my children. Secretly I hope you have changed maybe gained a lot of weight and turned haggard so that when you open the door I can look at you and thank god that we separated. Nervously I walk up to the carved front door pushing the doorbell with one black polished nail. You answer the door and the gods have truly spit on me because you look the same too, just more muscular and filled out, your green eyes widen slightly as you look me up and down not saying a word. Oh yes, you remember me too. I bet the sweet taste of my cunt is even now filling your mouth. You step aside without a word holding the door open and I enter hearing the door close behind me. I look around for a moment taking in the intricate wood carving along the walls, the windows that sparkle. I always knew you had real talent. I turn to face you. We stare at each other for a long while greedily soaking up the vision of the other. Have I haunted your dreams as you have haunted mine? Before I can say a word you come at me backing me up against a wall placing your lips hotly on mine. Oh god, this is the kiss that I have desired for seven years, this is what no one else could ever give me. I raise my knee up to your hip and you slide your hand down the outside of my thigh to my ass which you grab hard. I place my hands on either side of your face, looking into your eyes. "I love you. I'm so, so sorry I never should have left you. I never loved anyone the way I love you." Your words stun me as much as your passionate kiss. I move my hands down your cheeks and your neck to your hardened chest and stomach down further where I wrap my hands on your big cock. "Do you remember me?" I whisper stroking your length up and down through your jeans feeling you push yourself against me. "I could never forget you. The way you taste, that sweet, sweet cunt, the way you moaned so softly when I touched you. I remember the way you loved me once, probably more than I loved you at the time. I never forgot you and how you were the best I ever had." He kissed me softly on the lips whispering against my mouth. "You're the one that got away." "But I'm here now. Just one more time, one more time for old time's sake. Just one little taste of you to take away with me." You kiss me again hotly and taking my hand you lead me up some stairs and into what appears to be your bedroom, the place where you fuck your wife. You close the door and I move to sit on the bed watching as you begin to strip for me, I remember another time when you stripped for me, when I asked you to masturbate in front of me and you did it, no hesitation. I loved the way you came in my panties and how I held you close afterward until you fell asleep. When you're naked I can see that huge cock of yours and I think again how much it both hurt and felt so good to have you deep inside me. I recall our first time together how I came to you a virgin with a black ribbon about my neck letting you untie it and then take me. You kept that ribbon when we were together, I wonder if you have it now? You walk over to the bed and begin to pull my tank top off of me marveling once again at my breasts, you always liked them, to suck on them and you bend your head to do just that. I arch up wrapping one hand about your back and the other around your neck stroking your hair and nape. You move to the other breast and I feel the familiar sparks of pleasure run down my spine. You kiss down my stomach undoing my jeans, pulling them down my legs as you whisper. "I want to taste that sweet cunt once again. I've been dying for one taste, I've been dying for you." At the first hot lick I arch my hips up to your face moaning, you are all I ever wanted, this was all I ever wanted. You don't stop, you were always insatiable when it came to licking my pussy. You find my clit and work it until I cum and you swallow every bit working your tongue in my cunt. You slither up my body and I kiss your cum-flavored lips, our tongues tangling. I can't wait to have you deep inside reaching down I take your throbbing cock and place it against my dripping cunt. "Please." I whisper. And you push in gasping at the feel of me once again beneath you. Oh, you feel the same, the same feeling of heaviness, the same pleasureable pain of having you be one with me. When you move I thrust my hips to yours hearing you cry out in agonized pleasure. You're throwing it all away just for this one taste of me after all these years. I gave you everything when we were young and you took it all. You gave me everything and I always asked for more. Sliding my hands to your churning hips I kiss your mouth our tongues entwined as I flip you over riding you as you always loved bringing your hands to my breasts. What I love the most, besides your lovely scarred hands, are your eyes. Your luscious green eyes and the look that you give me when we make love with your lids half closed, you look at me so intensely as if you hated me. There was no love without hate for us. I hated you for not being a part of me and you hated me because you couldn't live inside me. This was what I had wanted, what I will always dream of when this is over. That hard, thick cock in my tight cunt, you loving me, being one with me. I feel the hot burst of cum inside me and I hold you close to me as I lay on your chest lacing your face with kisses. "You're so fucking hot." I whisper just as I always did. "Pretty, pretty princess, the only one I love." "I love you, Geary. Just you, forever." I feel a warm hand caress my back and I open my eyes to darkness. I turn into your warm arms and I see you in the dim light from the blinds. We're in your room and I'm 23. I had fallen asleep next to you in your bed and I dreamt this dream that I remember clearly. "What's wrong, pretty?" You whisper pulling me closer. I rise up then over you taking your hands in mine as I straddle your hips feeling your fingers slip between mine. My first love, my only love. All I ever wanted was a first love that lasted forever. Will it really all fall apart? Will you really cast me aside and be just how I know you to be? You are the only one I have ever wanted to try for and I can't help loving you, you make me love you. Pretty kaleidoscope, if it all goes to shit. I don't think I'd ever want to see you again. "I love you, Geary. You are the only thing that makes me happy." "I love you too. Happiness is you." First Love The first time I ever made love was on my eighteenth birthday. She was twenty-two, a friend of my cousins that I had known for about two years and we had become good friends. On my birthday, she invited me over to her apartment. I am a white Irish-American and she is a black Cuban American. Spanish is her first language even though she had been born in the States. When I entered her apartment, there were very few preliminaries as she must have already decided to give me herself as a birthday present. Elena stands up from the sofa comes over and takes my hand and we walk hand-in-hand into her bedroom. Elena throws off the black bedspread exposing the silk white sheets beneath. She pushes me down, moves her hands over to my belt buckle, loosens my belt, and moves her hands to my hips, she takes hold of the top of my Levi's, she pulls my pants off with my white boxer shorts in one continuous movement. If a heart were capable of bursting out of a chest this would have happened to mine. The quickness of her pulling off my pants and shorts, of my own exposure, catches me by surprise. Nevertheless, this moment is exhilarating to say the least. I am having difficulty in getting an erection. I am thinking to myself, what a wimp, I should be as hard as a rock, but for some unexplainable reason, I am having difficulty in becoming more substantially hard. Elena is looking down at my limpness. My imagination never imagined something like this happening. Elena bends down unties my shoes, takes my shoes, and socks off. She comes back up leans over and starts kissing my inner thighs. Her breath so unbearably close, her hair brushing against my groin. She suddenly sucks in my limp cock, I feel her soft full lips envelope me, her wet tongue caressing me, I almost faint or swoon or melt or whatever ... I just can't describe this exquisite moment. I can feel her breath, see and smell her hair, feel the touch of her hands on me as her hands glide slowly up . . . my legs to my thighs . . . I don't time the movement of her hands exactly - somewhere between 10 seconds and eternity as she finds her intended targets and she grasps my balls in one hand and my butt with her other. She starts gently stroking my balls and ... how do I describe this ... well, she puts one of her fingers up my ass ... "whoa." I have never felt so powerless. So powerful. Her mouth over my cock, one hand stroking my balls and the other probing my ass meet the challenge of getting me erect as I start, uncontrollably, to move with the movement of her sucking me deeper within her mouth and penetrating deeper up my ass with her finger. She, pauses, takes her mouth off me, she says, "I want to feel you inside me. Would you like that?" I don't want her to stop what she is doing but, I have never been inside a woman and I respond with a simple, "Please . . . Elena." My desire to be deep inside of her ... was causing me to pant. She comes up from my crotch and kisses me. I feel her lips pressing against mine as her hands are caressing me, in perfect timing with my heartbeat. I ask her to stop, not wanting her to stop. "Elena, please, I want to be inside you, I need to be inside of you." I am begging her, pleading with her to stop before I ejaculate. I touch her breasts, lean forward and kiss them, then lick her breasts, suck on her nipples; gradually ascending to her neck and lips. I taste her lips, her lipstick , she smells of beer, and I am feeling tasting the sensitive almost indescribable sweetness of her being in the plush fullness of her lips. She is flicking her tongue inside my mouth and I am so hot, my body is aching from my toes to the top of my head and everywhere else in between. This sharing of Elena, sharing herself with me is beyond what my imagination had dreamed possible. An intimate, sharing moment. I am in a state of reverie that is physically causing me a pain, a pain I want to endure forever and relieve, urgently, in an instant. I lightly grab hold of her and push her on her back, reach down grab her red panties and pull them off in a fierce urgency. The vision of her lying beneath me nude except for her short-skirt is incredible. I unbuckle the belt of her skirt and swiftly pull it off - my desire overcoming me. I am urgently stroking her legs, hugging her legs in a tight embrace, pressing my face and my lips against her legs, kissing her knees, kissing her inner thighs. Elena's very being permeates my senses as my eyes see her beautiful powerful black darkness with what I think may be an illusion, a flash of pink. I feel with my hands, my arms, my lips, my body the soft-firmness of her black perspiring skin. I release her legs and she spreads them apart. I slide in between her legs, feel her wet vagina opening with my pressing tongue. I slip my tongue inside of her, feel her wetness, the soft damp black hair of her pussy on my face, smell her aroma, a smell ever musky sweet. I hold her legs and thighs push them forcefully apart with my hands. I partially lift her off the bed, my mouth-lips-tongue tasting her sweet saltiness, a taste of her moistness, the smell of her muskiness excites me as I hear her moans, each groan moving me to reach further into the deepest recesses within her within her being with my ardor. Elena gasps, in similarity of my words, demands that I stop. "Stop, wait I want, you, I want you deep inside of me, I need you to be inside of me, I need you to make love to me." I press my body on top of her. Elena has to direct me. She spreads her legs even further apart apart and lifts them up; I see her open up before my eyes. I am surprised to see a hot pinkness of color, not an illusion, as she opens up as if budding flower before my eyes. I pull myself slightly back, she takes my cock, now completely throbbing, places the tip of my hardness between the lips of her anticipating pussy and I glide smoothly into her tightening grasp. I enter her while I am looking into her eyes. I grasp both her hands with my hands and I slowly lower myself as she takes me within her, completely, deeply, within her moist warmth. I have longed for this moment since ... first memory ... forever. I feel every part of her touching, the walls of her pussy closing, pulsating, absorbing my desire, as I move smoothly down deeply into her womanhood, settling down on her gently, my torso, hips, and pelvis weight compressing down against her soft black silkiness as I compress her body against the silkiness of the white sheets. The feeling of my body merging within hers is the singular most exquisite of moment of my life. Being deeply within her, feeling the subtle friction of Elena's warm moistness is a dream of my imagination fulfilled as it becomes a reality at last. She shifts her body below, slightly moving, while looking up into my eyes. Looking into Elena's eyes while I am deeply inside of her is another exquisite moment in a series of exquisite moments, adding up to a lifetime of desire and memories. Seeing the expression on her face, the moment of intense desire and fulfillment makes my cock so utterly hard and throbbing within her I almost ejaculate. I feel the movement within her, a small motion, a heartbeat, a gentle contraction of her vagina barely noticeable, agonizing noticeable, as I am now so fully, hotly, erect within her that I am afraid if I move it will be all over in a moment, a moment I want to last forever. There is only one first time and I want it to be special for her as well as myself. She asks me "How does that feel, honey? How does that feel? Elena smiles. I tightly hug her. I answer with my breathing . . . heavily breathing in an attempt to catch my breath I can only breath her name, "Elena" and quite frankly I am trying not to ejaculate. I am whimpering from ecstasy, my eyes, looking at the vision below me with desire unquenchable. Elena's lovingly says, "Honey, you really feel good inside me ... I can feel you ... you are so big ... oh," she starts to tremble. Being inside her, inside a woman, is a sensation not known until this moment, these last few moments, not only fulfilling my hopes of a lifetime of want, but exceeding any of my previous imaginings. I am in complete painful agony, in a complete unimaginable ecstasy ... trying to stop as my balls are aching and I feel the sperm start to travel up my shaft. She presses into me and says, "Try to wait, sweetie." Elena rises up to fully envelop me within her causing a want ... to empty myself completely within her welcoming embrace and all I can do is beg for her mercy ...Please, please, please, Elena ..." I start rising and lowering myself, as she rises, I push down straining to keep our connection to its fullest, gasping for breath. I hold onto her upper thighs as she glides back and forth underneath me. I reach down and find her hips, grasping-pulling her back up forcefully as she pulls back. A complete full-ecstasy, not wanting it to end as she undulates underneath me. Seeing the whiteness of my body merge with the darkness of her black skin, I lean down lick her nipple, one than the other, I take my tongue and slide it under her breast, one then the other. I place my mouth and try to devour her whole breast, filling my mouth with her soft supple breast, feeling her hard nipple against the back of my tongue. The swelling hardness of her nipple, tasting her breast with my lips, her nipple with my tongue, feeling her wetness, her soft pulsating touch with my swollen cock enveloped within the depths of her pussy, hearing her gasps, smelling her essence, ... almost brings me to orgasm once more. I am in a reverie as my whole body seems to merge with Elena's body and we become one. I seem to always be on the brink of ejaculating, but Elena's brief pauses stop me just short of the moment. She is like a master conductor as she orchestrates my five senses to a rhythm just short of a exploding crescendo. I am painfully trying not to ejaculate as I raise and lower my body in a sensuous rhythm, as we dance to the beat of an imaginary a song. The ceaseless, never seeming to end, perfect rhythmic motion of her body, her form, her presence under me keeping beat with my heart, taking my breath away. She knows what she is doing to me with her body and with her words. She is teasing me, but suddenly, she is no longer smiling, she is in now in a passion. With each thrust, she is starting to moan, short painful sounds are escaping from her lips. Her sounds of ecstasy, her sounds of joy, and the sound of her short gasp are sounds that are driving me wild. She is moving her hips and pelvis, undulating on beneath. I am in an aching pain that is close to being unbearable ... an aching pain I never want to end. Elena swings over me and pulls herself on top of me, a move that surprises me as she bends forward resting her body on mine, takes my hands in hers once more. She whispers in my ear. She tells me she wants me to cum when she is ready to climax. We are thinking the same thoughts, feeling the same emotions. She whispers, "Please cum inside of me. Don't pull out, honey ... I want to feel your sperm deep inside of me." She sits back up, leans slightly back and says, "Honey, when you feel my hands clench yours, I want you to you to look directly into my eyes and cum inside of me." I am on the brink, ready to explode from just her words. Elena quickly jerks her hips upward, I feel her forcefully pull me up within her, then slowly she lowers herself down on me once more, over and over a quick upward movement followed by a slow downward one. An agony, almost unbearable, is bringing me to euphoria as our pelvises press together, my white shaft plunges into her darkness, my blondish-brown pubic hair pressing-meshing tangling-untangling with her deeply black pubic hair as we push together and separate. Her slow pressing down causes me to thrust deeply within her ... all seven inches penetrate to a depth not possible. She groans, actually cries out as if in agony, and pulls back up quickly, in such a rapid of quick upward movement, I feel my sperm traveling up, no longer being able to contain myself. She hesitates, then slowly glides back down on me and she is sharing her wetness with me as I am now pulsating uncontrollably and Elena is clenching her hands within mine, urgently saying, "Look into my eyes "Honey ... Now! ... Now! ... Now! I feel her wetness splurge forth as I explode. I burst forth inside of her, releasing my sperm deeply within her in one short burst after another as I cry out ... "Elena!" Elena's short high whimpers excite me further as each deep thrust takes her breath away, makes her cry out as we climax together. Her cries, her need of me, excites me to thrust ever deeper and eject more semen than I thought possible. We look into each others eyes and never before did I see love in an exquisite sweet harmony as her love explodes back into my heart. I am emptying myself inside of Elena with each thrust, with each clench of our hands ... sex, lust, and love mix as we become one. She continues pushing down and pulling back up with each contraction tightening around me in a perfect togetherness. Our spasms are together, in a perfect wet hot moistness, that I really can't begin to describe. I have never experienced the pleasure of such a first moment, an unforgettable moment, this lovingly intense explosion throughout my body. Elena lies on top of me. I am still inside of her, feeling the pulsating of her heart against my chest in synchronistic rhythm with the small contractions of her pussy, the stirring of her breathe in my hair, the vague smell of orchids in the air, maybe her perfume, the duel wet mingled perspiration, sliding, dripping off of our bodies. I taste her lipstick and her perspiration on my lips. I hear and feel her deep breathing. I see the outline of her dark black-Cuban body against my lightly tanned skin. I feel the lightness, the heaviness, of her body laying on me, in complete unison. A quietude of emotion after the storm of our desire wanes, another feeling of warmth and intimacy spreads over me as my breath escapes me and I attempt to draw in air's nourishment. I feel her warm body on top of mine, her hands still clutching mine in a grasp that makes me want to hold her hands forever. Quite the birthday present. First Love! "Once inside I stood there unsure of what I should do as Joan put her purse down on the dresser as I followed her example, did the same with mine. I just stood there feeling excited, but a little nervous. She sensed it and told me to relax and have a seat while she got out a bottle of wine that she already had chilled in a bucket of ice. She poured us both a glass, then joined me on the bed. She went on to tell me how she admired long hair. I had it up in a bun and she pushed a strand off my forehead. "Do you mind?" she asked, as she touched it and removed my barrette. I shook my head slightly still a bit nervous, letting it fall over my shoulders. After a few moments of chit chat she asked me to stand up and have a look at myself in the closet mirror. My hair came to about the middle of my back and standing behind me so we could both see ourselves, she took my hair in her hands telling me how lovely it must be to have such beautiful hair, and began stroking it. "Grace,, it's so soft and silky," she whispered in my ear, letting her fingertips brush my neck. I found her touch seductive and lifted a shoulder into it. I lifted a hand, and trapped hers for a moment before relaxing again, allowing her to continue. I began to turn and face her, but she asked me to stay still so as to continue stroking my hair. She put her hands on either side of my head and placing her thumbs together, brought my hair away from my neck, causing it to cascade down my back. This she did several times, then buried her face in it, to inhaling the aroma of it. I was loving the attention and she kissed the nape of my neck. She flicked at it with her tongue and nibbling at my ear. This caused a tickle, and I bent my head over my raised shoulder to stop her. She chuckled, and continued telling me how beautiful I was as she moved to the other side of my neck. When she started to undo the zipper of my dress I felt the butterflies in my tummy start to flutter as they took flight. Still standing behind me her hands came around to my front where she found and started to undo the small belt attached to its front. Pushing her body into my back as she did, she pushed it off my shoulders letting it fall to the floor. I wanted so much to face her, but she told me to keep still as she started caressing my back, and lightly run her fingers up and down my arms, sides, and down over my bum and finally around front to my tummy. Repeating this a few times, she finally cupped my breasts, one in each hand. This was followed by my bra being unhooked and I just let it fall off. I was very much aroused by now and wanted to sit, lie down or at least touch her but she was quite insistent I stand there so she could 'worship me' as she put it. Moving round to face me she removed her blouse and bra, and I saw her tits which were heavier than mine. She took one in each hand pressing them together as she watched my face and as she came to me I put my hands out to touch them, but she took my wrists and held my arms out as she moved in close and holding me tight she kissed me. She pressed her breasts into mine as she gave me a long tongue probing kiss and I held her as I returned it, the skin on her back felt so warm and smooth, our tongues meeting as we French kissed each other. This was incredible. Her breathing became heavier, her mouth partially open with her tongue licking and flicking over her lips and the look on her face, or rather her eyes. They were more glazed than shiny, a look of passion or lust or something between the two. I felt her 'heat' as my own body responded to her need, she was pushing her own big tits into mine as we kissed. This was so different in a way, here was a woman who wanted me so badly I felt it in her body as it was pressed to mine! Her hands moved down my back to slip her fingers inside my pantyhose and panties to clutch my cheeks and press her hips into me. Holding me with one hand like that she brought the other round to the front and pushed it between my legs to hold my vulva in her hand. I pushed my pelvis forward opening my legs inviting her to feel me and she held me like that for a moment. I managed to undo the button and zipper at the waist of her skirt and push it down over her hips to the floor. By now I was gasping, my breath coming in short gasps, her face was sweaty as she pushed my pantyhose and panties down over my thighs and she moved me backwards 'till my legs hit the bed. I half fell, half sat down, and in doing so she had them down past my knees. Kneeling she pulled my legs apart and planted a kiss on my nether lips, her tongue probing between my labia's as I raised my hips to meet her. I was quite vocal and squirming by now and cursing my 'fucking pantyhose' as I tried to free my legs, and calling out as I enjoyed a beautiful powerful orgasm, I called her name and described it to her twitching as the waves of pleasure subsided. She didn't stop there either, bringing me again and again I looked at her as she finally removed my pantyhose altogether, smiling at me, her face around her mouth and nose covered with her saliva and my juices. I reached over and kissed her on the mouth, tasting myself and letting me pull her onto the bed. Her panties were soaked at the crotch as I removed them to free her sex, and she was wearing a girdle and stockings that I found to be exciting. To this day I love running my hands over nylon clad legs and up onto bare flesh and feeling the heat and dampness of a waiting pussy. Best of all, her pussy was bald! As bald as a coot. For some reason I wasn't expecting this and it looked beautiful. I kissed her there and felt the stubble with my tongue as I explored the depths of her pussy sucking on her clit giving her that beautiful gift only women understand. We made more love and I finally got her out of her girdle and stockings, I was to find she had a bit of a complex about her figure. We finally fell asleep together 'spooning' as she held me, and we woke early to make more love before we took a shower together washing each other, kissing and fingering each other. It seemed like we couldn't get enough and finally I watched her shave her pussy before I left, returning to my room to dress for the day. First Love Comments are welcome; insults to the author are not. Please be courteous. I guess this fits best in Non-Erotic. I thought about LW but went against that idea I think the story is good, I hope you will too. There is no sex in this story. It is sort of about cheating and deception, and death. Do not read any further if you do not like these subjects. It will be worthwhile to continue, though. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Somebody said they saw me. The problem is, I was nowhere near the place. I was on the other side of town. I swear! The only light in the area was about 100 feet from the scene of the crime. They said it was my coat and hat for sure. The light was too dim to identify the face. But they all swear it looked like me. My name does not matter; I am now long gone and buried. It has been over 10 years. I did not get a headstone, but she planted violets on my grave. Death flowers; that's what the old-timers called them. You plant them on the grave and when they burn all the weeds off the cemetery in the spring the first thing that grows back is the violets. The grass takes a few months to grow, and even then you mostly get weeds. But, green is green: and the weeds stop most of the dirt from running off. The county does not spend a lot of time worrying about this part of the town cemetery. It is referred to as Potters Field. Only the poor, the unknown and criminals get buried here. I do get a visitor every now and then. She dresses in a black veil so it is difficult to tell who she is. To make it more difficult she comes in through the woods that line the cemetery, after dark. I believe she loves me like she said the night they came to get me. While she is here she cries until she is all dried up. She and I were lovers from way back. It was long before she married that man. He was my best friend. WAS is the key word in that statement. She was mine until I was called to serve my country. When I came home he had convinced her that I no longer cared for her and they were married. I knew he was crooked; but I never thought he would stoop to that level. Almost all of the letters I sent never made it there; that was the story. I found out later from a drunken fellow that they were intercepted and burned. The letters she wrote met a similar fate. I was gone for 2 years; when I returned she would not speak to me. I learned why years later, from her mother. I met her during one of my drying out periods. By then my head was all sorts of messed up. Between the killing, exploding bodies and the betrayal I was not worth a damn. The alcohol and everything else just made me worse. We met in school like many couples do. Neither of us was the best looking or the smartest; but we were not at the bottom of the barrel either. I decided I liked her after she threw herself at me for over 3 years. OK, I was slow on the uptake about that. So sue me. We were inseparable through high school; we gave each other our virginity in 10th grade. We promised to love each other always. I was in heaven and we were set for life. Until! Until I got the letter that said "Greeting,".... Did you ever think the government was a little cheep; they take your life for years or more, the least they could do is give you more than one. Greeting, my ass!!! When I came back from basic she was all over me, and I was all over her. We cried the last day I was there, swore we would wait forever, and then I was sent to war. I won't subject you to my feelings or visions of the carnage I saw. I will just say I wanted to be home. The mail was poor at best; many times we got none for weeks at a time. Mom and Dad had both died in an accident about 2 months before I was called up. I had no other living relatives that I ever knew of. The only one to write to was her: the only one to hear from was her. It started out doing OK, and then things just stopped. There was no way to go home; all I could do was nothing. I now know how he convinced her that I no longer cared for her. It was the involuntary abandonment on my part; never writing her a letter or any contact for over a year and a half. They were married a month before I got back. When I returned I desperately needed her love and understanding to heal my scars from battle. She would not even speak to me; just turned and ran away, crying. Since I no longer had her love I swam as deep as I could into the bottom of a bottle. I stayed there for the better part of 5 years. The month after I was released from the county jail I ran into her mother. It was only the 6th time I was put away for public drunkenness. We happened to meet at the local gas station. She gave me hell; among they thing she said was she "...she was glad I had not written to her daughter if all I was gonna be in my life was a FUCKING drunk." As I walked away my ears picked up the comment and I returned to talk to her. I told her I had written at least once per week, even after she had stopped writing to me. "Stopped writing to you?" she yelled at the top of her lungs. "She wrote to you until the night before she married." My mouth dropped open. I stuttered and mumbled for a few seconds and then told her "I never got a letter after I had been there for 3 months." She was stunned. After looking at each other for a while we both were convinced we had heard the truth. Her mother said that as much as she hated her daughter's husband for the way he treated her, she was not going to drive the last nail into the coffin on the marriage. Mom would tell her she should at least listen to me one time if we ran across each other. With that remark Mom gave me a light hug and we parted. Now, I knew the husband worked 3 to 11, and then went to the bar and many times he got raging drunk before going home. He then slept it off until he had to get up and go to work again. I stayed sober from that point on; the sheriff took the credit for it. He said he finally got through to me. One afternoon I happened to run into her near the lake where we used to hang out. She did not see me as I walked up to her; she looked to be deep in thought. I asked if I could sit and talk. She jumped in shock. "Mom said there were things I did not know, so let's get this over with." I told her I had written to her every week while I was gone and I now understood she had written to me. However, the letters never got to either of us. I also knew that her husband hung around with the guy who worked at the post office while I was gone. They drank together; after they married the two of them never drank together again. I told her that I still loved her when I returned, but the love was slowly dying of starvation. She did not love her husband and had no idea why they married. "I guess it was on the rebound" she said. Their love life was nothing, he could not do anything. Then he would beat her saying it was her fault. Gradually we started to run into each other more and more. We spoke often. She told me she could not leave him, "She made her bed, now she had to lie in it." We met out near the lake and started to become closer and closer. One day we kissed; the fireworks were still there. It took a year but we finally became intimate again. The first time we both felt really bad, the more we did the less we cared. Then one night while we lay together; there was a killing near the town hall. The next day I was asked where I had been at that time. I said I was home in bed, alone. A few months later the judge offered me a chance to provide witnesses that I was telling the truth, I said nothing. I was soon hung and buried. 9 months after our last meeting she gave birth to a perfect baby boy, 4 months later her husband shook the child until he died. They were divorced while he was in prison. She never dated or took up with another man; she lives with her mother and is frequently known to visit the back corner of the Potter's Field. First Love He held her hand as she moaned above him, her hips bucking, out of her control. His tongue ran tight circles around her clit, tasting the tangy sweetness of her juices. She was utterly his. He felt her hand tighten as her body became still. He could feel the tension in her, though, and steadily flicked his tongue along the length of her wet, warm slit. Then, suddenly, silently, the tension and pressure within her was released, and she let go, her body arching up, her trim legs clamping his head, her juices flowing past his probing tongue. She gasped once, raggedly with the shudders of her body, then relaxed, collapsing onto the bed, her neck still bent back from the force of her orgasm. She released her grip on him, and tried to catch her breath. He lapped slowly at the liquid that wet her thighs and slit, bringing small shocks of mixed pleasure and pain from her small, firm body. He kissed and licked his way back up her body, licking at the soft flesh of her side, probing her navel, encircling her rosebud nipples. She moaned softly under his care. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He whispered this in her ear as he nibbled on her earlobe. She nodded slowly, distantly. “I love you, tell me if you need to stop.” She nodded again, and now he could see the distance in her eyes, where she was still lost in a haze of afterglow. He knelt between her legs, and slipped on the condom he had ready. He was almost scared of this, but he wanted her so badly, and he was more excited than he could remember being. It was almost a sickness, deep in his stomach. His cock was straining hard in his hand, and he ran his hand up and down, once, twice, feeling it twitch in his hand. She was smiling up at him now, and she reached up to take hold of him. Her hand felt so good, but he gently unlaced her fingers from his manhood, and kissed her hand. He didn’t want this to be too fast. He lifted up her knees again, and slid his body down between them. His cock rested against her wet pussy now, and she closed her eyes tight. He ran his fingers over her body, but she only tensed up. She was more scared than he was. She was tiny beneath him, and he knew he would hurt her. They were high school sweethearts, but they’d waited to be lovers until she was ready. Now it was the night of her eighteenth birthday, and after she’d blown out the candles on her cake she’d whispered to him, “Tonight.” So now he lay between her legs, gently stroking her small breasts and feeling the small hairs of her stomach. He could feel the rough blanket under his legs as he wrapped his fingers around his cock once more. He wanted her to want him. He gently teased her clit once more with his pulsing, hard cock head, and moved it up and down her wet slit. He could feel every bump, but it was all so smooth, so inviting. She bit her lip as his manhood found her tight entrance, and she gasped as he began to put pressure against it. He could feel the resistance of her maidenhood, and he saw the tears of pain spring up in her eyes, but he could also tell she didn’t want him to stop, even as she strained away. He kept a steady pressure, trying not to hurt her more than necessary, but drawing out the pain longer than he wanted to. Even in the darkness he could see that her beautiful face was wrinkled with pain, and her breath dragged in raggedly, but still he pushed. And with no more warning than a quick gasp from her perfect lips, he was inside her, fully enveloped. As his penis slid back and forth inside her, he could feel a pressure building from deep within him, something that threatened to take him over. It was so tighter, closer than he’d ever thought it could be. It felt like nothing he had ever imagined as he slid in and out. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see her pain, but ran his hand roughly though her hair. He kissed her, hard, and as his tongue probed in through her lips, he felt her bite down on his bottom lip. She wrapped her arms around his back, and dug her nails into him as he thrust, only furthering his excitement. He couldn’t stop, could only thrust faster as he heard her little gasps of pain and pleasure. And then, far more suddenly than it was begun, it was over. He felt the explosion from within, from deep inside of him, and it echoed all through his body. He lost all control of his mind for that moment, as his seed rushed from him. All his muscles tensed, and his cock pulsed hard, and then it was over. He collapsed on her for a moment, breathing deep and hard. He covered her with a hundred tiny kisses. He lay with her there for long moments, and then looked up at her face. Her deep blue eyes were sparkling with happiness, though her face was still pained, and she smiled wanly back at him. “I love you, baby,” she whispered, and relaxed her arms around him, holding him close. But deep inside, past the desire, the love, the satiety, he could feel a new hollowness. He held her close. She had a piece of him now, and it was hers forever. First Love They say a man will always love the first woman he has sex with. This is true in my case. Not simply because she was my first, but because she happened to be older sister. It was the summer 1978. I had just turned 18 and my sister Lori was 21. We lived with our parents in a modest house along the New Jersey shore. One thing about living by the beach is that most people pretty much live in their swimsuits all summer. My sister and I were no exception. We would wake up long after our parents had gone to work, put on our swimsuits, grab something to eat and head to the beach. We would eventually make it home for dinner with our parents, shower, change into our shorts and t-shirts, and hang out with our friends on the boardwalk or wherever our wanderings led us that night. This summer was different. Something about Lori was different. She was always a pretty girl. But somehow in college she became to the sexiest girl I had ever seen. Her long, curly, black hair, blue eyes and tanned, tight body drew many looks as she spent her summer days in a variety of bikinis which, I am convinced, combined could have hardly covered a baseball. No doubt about it - my sis was hot. And I spent many a moment masturbating as visions of this bikini clad goddess danced in my mind. My favorite time to jerk off was in the morning, when I was at my horniest. Oh, the things I envisioned Lori and I doing! If imaginations counted, she and I had an amazing sex life! But they don't. My cock was nonetheless grateful for the relief these sessions brought with my hand and my trusty bottle of baby oil. One such morning I was happily stroking away when I heard my bedroom door open. Standing there was my sister. I panicked and pulled the sheets over me as quickly as I could, although it did little to hide my oily hard on. "Ever hear of knocking?" I screamed, my face burning red in embarrassment. "I'm sorry Dougie - I was looking for something. I thought you were still sleeping and didn't want to wake you up." She was genuinely sorry but she couldn't help but glance at my sheet-covered boner and giggle. I was angry and ashamed. "Will you please go away and leave me alone!" My face was still blushing hot. Lori looked and instead of leaving, started walking towards me. It was then that I noticed she was sill wearing her bed clothes - a pair of bikini panties and a t-shirt. Her perfect tits bounced lightly as she came closer to me and sat next to me on the bed. She looked over at the baby oil on my night table picked it up, looking back at me. "Does this make it feel good?" she asked, smiling slightly. "Get the fuck out and leave me alone!" She laughed. "What do you tell Mom you need baby oil for anyway?" she asked with a wicked grin on her face. I had no response at first. "You're not going to tell her, are you?" "Should I?" Lori smiled mischievously. "Please don't. Seriously, I'm begging you." The thought of having to sit with my Mom and explain how I jerk off all day was too much of a nightmare for me to comprehend at that moment. My sister giggled. That foxy bitch had me and she knew it. "Answer my questions and I won't tell Mom, ok?" "C'mon Lori - please!!!" "Is it a deal?" "Whatever - fine." Lori smiled victorious and asked, "how many times a day do you jerk off?" "Two or three." "Horny little bastard, aren't you?!" she smirked. "What do you think about when you jerk off?" "Sex." "Duh! What kind of sex?" "You know - fucking a girl or having her suck me or jerk me off." "Have you ever done any of those things?" she asked. I blushed. "No." "Not even a hand job from one of your little girlfriends?" My sister seemed genuinely surprised. "No. OK already? I'm a virgin and I'll probably die a virgin. I'm ugly and girls don't want to have sex with me the way they do with other guys. They all want to be my 'friend.' It sucks!" "Hey Dougie - relax! You're not ugly. Actually you're kinda cute! And you better stop listening to your stupid little friends because they're not getting any either. Boys lie, dummy!" She laughed. "Do you really think I'm cute?" "You're very cute Dougie. You've got a nice body, handsome face - if I were one of your girlfriends I might let you do more than kiss me," she giggled looking at me with those hypnotic blue eyes. As our eyes locked I realized that my cock was as hard as when she walked in. Not only was it tenting my sheet but had left a stain from the baby oil. Lori noticed it too. "Looks like you have some laundry to do before Mom gets home," she laughed. "You might as well make it worth it" she said as she suddenly pulled back the sheet, exposing my cock. I started to protest when I realized that she started putting some baby oil in her hand. I was silent. She looked in my eyes as her oily soft hand grasped my cock and started to glide up and down its length. I knew I had died and gone to heaven. After a few strokes, I could feel my balls getting ready to explode. Then Lori suddenly stopped, pulled off her t-shirt, exposing her beautiful tits. Looking at me the whole time, she began to oil them up. With all the sincerity a 18 year old could, I blurted out, "Sis, you have beautiful tits - they're like Playboy tits!" Laughing, she said "Thanks. I've seen you staring at them all summer so I know you like them." She then straddled my legs, leaning her tits over my cock, brushing them against me lightly as she looked up at my face. She slowly lowered herself, squeezed her tits together and began let me have my first tit-fuck. A few strokes between those beautiful, oiled mounds was all my teenage cock could handle. Without warning, I came like thunder. She looked in my eyes and smiled as I exploded. As I came down from my buzz, my sister took the sheet and cleaned the cum and oil off us both. She then stood up, slid her panties off and got back into bed next to me. "My turn" she announced. She took my hand and brought it to her pussy. Guiding my hand and fingers, she let me explore the soft folds of her pussy and her clitoris, pouring a bit of baby oil onto herself for lubrication. After several minutes of this, I learned what pleased my sister. How she liked my fingers to caress her button, to slide in and out of her pussy. As I did so I instinctively began to suck her tits. Here I was this some geek and I was making a girl who could easily grace the pages of Playboy magazine moan and writhe. She announced, "don't stop - I'm gonna cum." And cum she did. Her hips bucking against my hand, her tit in her mouth, her hands holding me close. As she calmed down we laid there and stared at each other. She smiled, leaned over and kissed my lips so softly. "Not bad little brother" she giggled. I felt like a total stud. We kissed some more and then I felt her hand on my cock, stroking it very gently. "Looks like someone is ready to play again" she cooed. I laughed, satisfied with the pleasure of my sister jerking me off as we kissed. But she had more in mind. To my surprise she sat up, straddling my hips. As she guided my cock to her pussy, she looked at me and said "time to lose your cherry Dougie." With that she impaled herself on my cock. Never had I felt anything as good as the feel of my cock sliding into my sister's pussy. "Just relax and let me do the work" she smiled sweetly. Then, for the next several minutes I lay back in my bed as my sister slowly rocked me through my first fuck, letting me fill a girl's pussy with my cum for the first time. I came so hard I almost passed out. She leaned over, kissed my lips softly, as giggled "congratulations Dougie - you're not a virgin anymore." After a few moments, she got up, gathered all the linens off my bed and washed them while we showered and ate breakfast. We never did make it to the beach that day. First Love Authors Note: This is a longer story with a lot of time spent on emotions and character and development. If you enjoyed this story or if you hated it please take the time to vote and to tell me why - Aspiring Romantic. ******************** We’d been making out for close to fifteen minutes, and things were starting to get pretty hot. Jill leaned forward and pressed her ruby red lips to mine, and I responded by pulling her closer to me. The feel of her feminine body aroused me to new heights. There seemed to be a fire burning in my pants, and I was eager to douse the flames. “Perhaps this will be the night,” I thought to myself. As we continued to kiss, I took a quick look at my surroundings. The pine bench in the dugout seemed to be up to the task…hopefully Jill would be too. Slowly, I ran my hand up her slim leg. Just touching her in an erotic way was enough to send bolts of electricity through my body. She responded with a soft moan. Again, I pulled her tightly to me, making her aware of the stiffness in my pants. We stopped kissing long enough to take a seat. Next door, the crowd continued to roar at the football field, but I was oblivious to them as I marveled at Jill’s beauty. She was a true knockout, and I felt fortunate to be dating her. Chin-length blonde hair framed a cute face, which was highlighted by big blue eyes and a slightly upturned nose. Her lips were full and pouty, and the deep red lipstick she wore accentuated them. Her body was slim and curvy with nice full breast and an ass made to fill out jeans, although she hardly ever wore them. Tonight, she was wearing a pink button down sweater that hugged her bosom, and an ankle length blue skirt. In looks and attitude, she was the prototypical “goody-goody school girl”, and I was very attracted to her…mentally and physically. The fact that she was somewhat bookish made her less popular with most guys, but her brains had never intimidated me. Sitting on the dugout bench at the empty baseball field, our passion drew us together again. Jill kissed me forcefully, and I allowed my hands to slide down and stroke her butt. I had touched her ass on several occasions, but it still excited me. After three months of dating, we were still virgins, so every little step counted. We had been at the fondling stage for what seemed like an eternity, but I had yet to remove any of her clothing, which led me to believe that actual sex was still a long way off. We kissed aggressively, and I started to lean back, allowing Jill to straddle me. We both started to breathe heavy as our crotches rubbed together fiercely. Jill slid her hand down and started to rub my swollen cock through my pants. This had become part of our routine a few weeks earlier. Her motions were haphazard and sloppy, but it was a step in the right direction. “I’m so turned on,” I whispered. Jill responded with a soft moan. Her short blonde hair hung in her face as she continued to grind her hips against mine. She supported herself with one hand, while the other frantically stroked on my cock. Instinctively, I reached up and started to unbutton her sweater. I got halfway down, exposing a pretty bra with a pink floral pattern that was being stretched to its limits by two very full breasts. Her nipples were extremely hard, and I could see them protruding through the satin material. I was shocked that things had gotten this far, and I didn’t want her to stop and think. Eagerly, I leaned up and began to kiss her neck, quickly working my way down to the tops of her breasts. Jill continued to moan softly as she rubbed her crotch against mine. I reached up and took a breast in my hand, rubbing on her nipple through the thin fabric with my thumb. Jill responded with a high-pitched squeal of delight. I reached up and grabbed the top of her bra, planning to gaze upon a woman’s breast for the first time, and then suddenly Jill was pushing away. “No…no,” she said standing up. She took a few steps back, still trying to catch her breathe. Her hair was slightly damp from her own sweat, despite the chilly night air. “What?” I asked as I stood up. “What’s wrong?” I got up quickly and walked over to her. We started to kiss, and my hands returned to her perfect butt. Initially, she returned my kiss, but after a few seconds she put a hand on my chest, pushing me away again. She reached down and started to button her sweater. “We can’t do this,” she said. “Not here.” “Well, we’re smart kids,” I responded. “I’m sure we can think of someplace else to go.” She looked at me with a stunned look. “No, what I mean,” she stammered, “is that we can’t do this. Not now. I’m not ready.” I spent the next ten minutes trying to change her mind, knowing in my heart it was hopeless. It was hard to hide my disgust and frustration. Finally, she finished by telling me we should cool down for a while, and that she was going to sit with her friends. “I love you,” she said, giving me a light kiss. I didn’t respond, as I walked off into the shadows, feeling a mixture of guilt and pleasure for snubbing her. She stood staring at me for a few minutes, and then walked back to the crowded stadium to find her friends. I knew she would be near tears, and despite my desire to go and comfort her, a part of me felt that she deserved to have her feelings hurt, even though she had done nothing wrong. I stayed hidden for the rest of the evening, sitting in the shadows trying to understand my emotions, avoiding Jill, but keeping an eye on her at the same time. When the football game ended, I knew she would look for me, but I remained out of sight until I saw her leave with her friends. I was planning to sulk a little longer, when I suddenly realized that I didn’t have a ride home. I started to walk around the stadium, hoping to find one of my friends, but they had apparently all left. They probably assumed that I was off fooling around with Jill, which was exactly where I wanted to be. I was about to give up when I bumped into Ashley Welch. “Hey, how are you,” she called out, walking over to give me a hug. I had known Ashley most of my life. She was a year older than me and lived next door. We had been best friends when we were younger, and she was the first girl I had kissed in junior high. In high school, Ashley had become extremely popular, due mostly to her good looks, great personality, and the fact that she was a little slutty—at least according to the rumors. As a result, the two of us had grown apart over the past few years, but she was still very friendly every time I saw her. As she hugged me, I felt the familiar stirring in my jeans. Apparently, my blood was still flowing from earlier. I pushed her away quickly, hoping she hadn’t noticed. “Ashley, I have a huge favor to ask?” “What is it?” she asked with a smile. “Can you give me a ride home? I missed mine.” “Sure,” she said. “I was about to leave…I’m eager to get out of this outfit.” She was referring to her cheerleading uniform, which she looked spectacular in. It was comprised of a short green pleated skirt, and a white sweater with green lettering. Ashley was a short girl with a very petite, athletic body. She had a pretty smile, long dark hair, and big brown eyes. I had fantasized about her plenty of time in her uniform…the thought of her taking it off made my blood start to boil. It seemed like the built up frustration from Jill was causing me to get horny at the drop of a hat. Ashley grabbed her pom-poms and said goodbye to her friends, then we walked out to her car. “So, we haven’t talked in while,” she said after we left the parking lot. “Where’s your girlfriend tonight? Aren’t you dating that blonde girl? I can’t remember her name.” “Jill,” I answered. “We got into a bit of a fight, and she went home with her friends.” I don’t know why I told Ashley the truth, but I had always been honest with her, and lying then didn’t make sense. She asked if I thought we would get over it, and I told her we probably would. “So, what was it about?” she asked. “Jealousy or sex?” I was astounded by the question. “What?” I responded. “At your age, there are only two real things to fight about,” she began. “Either someone is jealous, or someone has a problem with the sex.” “We’re not having any sex. That’s the problem,” I answered. “That sucks. How long have you been dating?” she asked. I told her it had been three month. “Holy shit!” Ashley exclaimed. “You must be going nuts. What the hell’s wrong with her?” “She a virgin,” I answered. “Both of us are. Apparently, I’m the only one who wants to change that.” “Even for a virgin, that’s a long time,” she said. “I mean, I gave it up to Richie Jones after two months, and I was a year younger than Jill.” I was a little surprised by the way Ashley was talking. I had never heard a girl use the phrase “gave it up.” “How about a blow job?” Ashley continued. “No, she doesn’t do that either,” I responded. “Right now, I would be happy just to get a hand job from her, but I haven’t been that lucky either. Ashley giggled. “That sucks,” she said, “but it’s not what I was asking. What I meant was, ‘How would you like a blow job from me?’” I stared at her with a blank face, not knowing how to respond. Surely, she must be joking. I was still thinking up my response as we pulled into her driveway. “Cat got your tongue?” she asked. “Look, my parents aren’t expecting me in for another hour at least. I usually go out with my friends after the game, but tonight I brought you home instead. You got a hard on earlier from me hugging you, so I know your horny. I enjoy doing it, and I’m pretty sure you will like it, so why not?” I started to protest, but there was no point. Obviously, I hadn’t been able to hide my erection earlier. Finally, I was able to speak again. “Where will we do it at?” “Remember that old fort we had growing up? Let’s go there. I’ve used it to fool around plenty of times” Once again I was shocked. I had been using the fort as a place to make out with Jill, and even had a box of rubbers stashed there for the future. It was amazing that we hadn’t bumped into Ashley there one night. Sheepishly, I agreed to go with her. After all, how could I say ‘no’? We got out of the car, and she walked around and gave me a kiss, firmly pressing her taut, petite body against mine. It took me less than a second to become rock hard. “You’re going to love this,” she said with a wicked smile. She briefly squeezed my cock through my pants before turning away. It was only a brief touch, but right away I noticed she had a lot more knowledge of the area than my girlfriend. She led the way around the side of her house in the dark, while I followed, enjoying every movement of her tight little ass. My dick was so hard that I could barely walk. I couldn’t believe what was happening. This was like a story from the “Penthouse Forum”, or one of the porno movies I had watched with my friends. Here was a pretty brunette cheerleader, in uniform, asking to suck my cock for no apparent reason. Apparently, all the rumors at school were true. Ashley was a slut, and at that moment, I couldn’t be happier to learn the truth. I followed Ashley into the woods, following the winding trail by heart. I had been down it thousands of times. At the end was a small wooden shack, next to a small stream. Our fathers had built it years ago for the two of us to play in. Inside, there was a homemade table where Ashley used to throw her tea parties, and there was a mattress in the corner where the two of us used to “camp out” as children. All in all, it was a nice little fort, although it had no electricity or running water. We went in, and Ashley turned on the battery-powered lantern in the corner. “Are you nervous?” she asked. I shook my head. “Don’t be,” she said, stepping towards me. “I know what I’m doing.” Seconds later we were kissing, and I was hotter than I had ever been in my life. Maybe it was just the knowledge that I was actually going to do something serious, but I was more turned on then I’d ever been with Jill. As we kissed, Ashley stroked my cock through my pants. Instinctively, I slid my hand up her bare thighs, lifting her green pleated skirt, fondling her ass. She began to take control, pushing me towards the mattress on the floor. Before I knew it, I was on my back with her on top of me. She positioned herself between my legs, and quickly opened my pants, and for the first time in my life, a woman’s hand gripped my erect cock. My whole body shivered, and I thought I would cum right away. Somehow, I managed to hold out. Ashley reached down, grabbed her sweater, and quickly pulled it over her head. I was delighted to gaze upon a white sports bra, with a small amount of flawless cleavage protruding. “I don’t need to mess that up,” she said. I wanted her to take off the bra, but I was to shy to ask. She leaned forward, and her long dark hair tickled my throbbing shaft. I moaned with delight. She looked up at me and smiled. “Do you know why I brought you here?” she asked. I told her I didn’t. “I don’t really know either,” she continued. As she talked, she rhythmically squeezed the head of my cock with her hand. “Let me tell you a secret,” she began. “I had a crush on you for years growing up. I know that’s a silly reason to do this now, but I guess old feelings die hard. I’d never even thought about dong something like this until we hugged earlier, and when I felt you getting hard, I couldn’t resist. I couldn’t get it out of mine.” She smiled at me again, and this time I saw a bit of innocence in her eyes. She followed the innocent smile with a naughty grin, and placed her tongue on the tip of my penis. Slowly, she licked up and down my shaft. My whole body began to quiver with delight. The feeling was unlike anything I’d ever expected, yet still amazing. I had never suspected Ashley to have a crush on me when we were younger. In truth, it probably wouldn’t have mattered. She was very tomboyish growing up, and I had never thought of her that way. It wasn’t until high school, when she became feminine and popular that I started to notice her, but by that time we hardly ever talked, and she was just the subject of my fantasies. But now, the fantasies were coming true. Ashley began to knead my balls gently with her hand. She ran her tongue up and down my ridge, and I couldn’t stop groaning with pleasure. “You’ve got a beautiful cock,” she whispered. I was surprised and delighted by her language. Jill would never have talked like that. She preferred to say “it” or “penis”. “It’s really big,” she continued. I smiled with delight. Like any teenage male, I had looked around the shower after gym, and I knew I was “gifted” compared to most guys. Ashley started to gently rake her teeth up and down my throbbing organ. “Are you ready,” she asked. I couldn’t talk. I just nodded. Slowly, she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. Again, I felt my body began to quiver. I slid my fingers through her dark silky hair, pulling it back from her face. She shot me a smile with my cock still in her mouth. Then she started to move, taking me in deeper. Her tongue flicked around my cock, teasing it, as she took me into her mouth. My hips started to move uncontrollably, forcing my way down her throat, humping her face. I closed my eyes as she began to suck forcefully, still flicking her tongue around. My breathing got faster as I started humping without abandon. I twirled my fingers tighter in her dark hair, and she responded by sucking harder. Seconds later, I felt myself losing control. For the first time in my life, I orgasmed in the presence of another person. Involuntarily, I continued to fuck her face while my cock exploded in her mouth. Ashley continued to smile as drops of semen ran over her lips, dripping onto the tops of her small breasts and sports bra. Seconds later, it was all over, but my mind was still spinning. It had taken less than 3 minutes from the time she took my cock into her lips, but it had seemed like an eternity. Ashley laid down next to me on the mattress. I began to thank her repeatedly, and she only smiled. After a while, she put her sweater back on, and we left the cabin, heading home. I started to wonder how this would change our relationship, and what I would do about Jill. Before we went out separate ways, Ashley stopped me. “There’s a big party tomorrow night,” she said. “I don’t have a date. Would you like to come?” Jill had plans with her parents that night, so I agreed to go. “This should be interesting” I thought to myself. Ashley hugged me tightly and the two of us kissed. “I had fun,” she said. “Me too.” I could already feel my dick getting hard again. I knew I would jack off the second I got inside. I had known about masturbation for a long time, but it seemed I had never done it that often before Jill came along. Foolishly, at the time I thought it was just a phase. Surely, once I was able to “get some action”, I would put masturbation behind me forever. The moment Ashley kissed me goodnight I realized nothing could be further from the truth. I stood in the chilly night air, watching her every step as she returned to her house. Only half an hour had passed since she had given me my first blowjob. Nevertheless, her touch had caused me to come fully erect once more. Everything about her made me horny. I loved the way her cheerleading uniform clung to her tight, petite body. The way her ass moved beneath the green pleated skirt was intoxicating. Her dark, silky hair, and porcelain like skin were like something from classic artwork. Her simple, natural beauty was almost unbelievable. As she entered the back door of her house, I turned and walked home. I went quickly to my bedroom and undressed in seconds. I stood in the dark, with my erect cock standing out in front of me. I looked out the window, and noticed the light on in Ashley’s room. The events of the evening started to play back in my head. I sat down on the bed and began to stroke my cock as I thought about making out with Jill, and then Ashley. The two girls were very different. Jill was tall and blonde with a curvy figure. Ashley was short, with dark hair, and a tight body. Jill dressed conservatively, while Ashley preferred sexy outfits. Jill was a bookish good girl and Ashley was an outgoing, sensual cheerleader. Again, my life was starting to remind me of the “Penthouse Forum.” I started to stroke my cock harder, as I drew a more erotic comparison. I had seen both of them in their bra, and Jill’s breasts were round and full. Ashley’s were much smaller, and seemed to be perky. Jill’s kisses were passionate, but Ashley had displayed lust and hunger with her lips. Jill and Ashley had both gotten me turned on through the course of the evening, but Ashley was the only one who did something about it. In the end, that was the point that stuck, as I began to picture Ashley on her knees in front of me again. I imagined her still in uniform, kneeling on my bedroom floor, with my stiff cock in her tiny hand. I began to stroke my cock fiercely as fantasy Ashley told me how good I looked, and how she was impressed by my dick. Then, she looked at me with those big brown eyes and whispered the magic words. “Fuck me.” My cock spasmed in my hand as I shot my load across the room. A few minutes later, I was under the covers and drifting off to sleep, looking forward to my date with Ashley. ********** My bedroom door swung open with a crash, and instantly I was awake. I glanced at the clock and realized it was morning. Standing in the doorway, I saw Ashley and Jill together. The stepped into the room, and Jill slammed the door behind her. I felt my heart jumping in my chest, and I suddenly felt nauseous. Nothing good could come of this situation. Ashley must have told Jill about the blowjob! First Love “Ashley told me about last night,” Jill almost shouted. I started to hope for death. “What the hell were you thinking?” she demanded. I sat stammering in my bed, still naked beneath the covers. “I only want to know one thing,” she continued. Suddenly, her scowl turned into a wicked grin. “How come you didn’t invite me?” I sat in my bed confused, and for the first time, I noticed that both girls were wearing ankle length trench coats and high heels. They both removed the coats, and my jaw hit the floor. Standing before me were two beautiful girls in their underwear. Ashley’s long dark hair was pulled back in a flaming red ribbon. She was wearing a lacy red push up bra, with a matching g-string. Red heels, a garter belt, and stocking finished her ensemble. Jill’s outfit was similarly erotic. Her blonde hair was pulled back with a white ribbon, and her heels and stockings were also white. To finish it off, she wore a lacy white teddy, which was nearly transparent. Her large breasts were nearly spilling out of the top. I noticed my now erect cock had made a tent out of the bed sheets. “We’ve been planning this for months,” Ashley said as they walked to my bed. The two girls sat down on either side of me. Ashley grabbed the sheets and threw them aside, exposing my stiff member. Then, the two girls leaned over me and started to kiss. It was slow at first, but quickly filled with passion. Both of them were moaning with delight, and I could see their hard nipples through their clothing. Ashley fondled Jill’s breast as the girls continued to make out. When they parted, Jill smiled at me. “I think you’ve been waiting to see these for a long time,” she said. Slowly she began to lower her teddy, exposing her breasts. “HONEY!” “Who was that shouting?” I thought to myself. Was that my mother? I looked around, and the room was staring to fade. Jill was still pulling her top down, when I heard the shout again. Suddenly I was awake, and sitting up in bed. I looked around. There were no girls in my room. I was alone. I looked at the clock. It was nearly noon. Downstairs, I heard my mother call once more for my father. “Shit,” I muttered. “Only a dream, and I still didn’t see her tits.” I quickly realized that the only thing real about the dream was my massive hard on. Slowly, I climbed out of bed and over to my bathroom. I got in the shower and masturbated once again, as I cleared the sleep from my brain. ********* The day seemed to drag on forever. Finally, in the late evening, I heard the doorbell ring. A few minutes later I heard my father calling for me. When I went downstairs, Ashley was sitting in the living room chatting pleasantly with my mother. I noticed the big smile on Mom’s face. Our families were close friends, and I think secretly they had always dreamed of a wedding for Ashley and I. I also noticed Ashley. She looked spectacular. Her dark hair was curled slightly, and she wore bright red lipstick. She had on a short gray skirt, with slits on both side, and long-sleeved black satin blouse that wasn’t tucked in. Her stockings were nude colored, and her shoes were black. After exchanging pleasantries with my parents, we finally made our way out the door. The two of us walked across the yard to Ashley’s house and got in her car. “So,” she began once we were seated. “Do you feel guilty about last night?” I told her I didn’t. “Good,” she replied with a wink. We got to the party around 9 o’clock. It was some rich football player whose parents had foolishly left him home alone. There was plenty of beer, liquor, and other party favors. As soon as we were in the door, Ashley was off talking to friends. For the first half hour or so, I tried to mingle, but as the evening progressed, I started to realize that Ashley had brought me along as a friend, not as a date. Every now and then, I saw her dancing with some guy, or giggling with some girls. Eventually, I just found a quite corner and just drank by myself. It was after 11 before Ashley found me again. “Hey,” she said. I could tell right away that she had been drinking. I also noticed she had unbuttoned her blouse a bit, and when she leaned forward, I could see her cleavage, and a pretty black bra. “Are you having fun yet?” she asked. I lied, and told her that I was. “Why don’t we go for a walk?” She grabbed my hand and pulled me from my seat. I was still feeling a little depressed, but I followed her anyway. We walked out the back door where there was a large swimming pool. Despite the chilly autumn air, there were several drunk people in the water. There were also several couple making out in lounge chairs in the shadows. One girl was even moaning passionately as her boyfriend fucked her out in the open. “Never underestimate the power of alcohol,” I thought to myself. Still, I was suddenly becoming aroused, and despite being upset with Ashley, I was also very curious. She led the way around the pool to a small changing house. Ashley reached under the doormat and produced a key. It occurred to me that she had been there before. We went in, and she locked the door. Inside there was a couch, television, and other amenities. Ashley turned on a lamp in the corner. “I lost my virginity here to Reggie’s big brother Richie,” Ashley said. Reggie was the fellow throwing the party. Richie had went off to play college ball 2 years earlier. “I thought it would be a good place for you.” She leaned forward to kiss me, and despite my arousal, I pulled away. She asked what was wrong, and I vented my frustration about being ditched all evening. “Look,” she responded. “I’m here now, aren’t I?” She took my hand and began to massage it. “I could have had any guy here, any guy in our school, but I chose you. Doesn’t that count for something?” She made a point that I couldn’t argue with, and this time I let her kiss me. “You look beautiful, Ashley,” I said. “Thank you,” she answered, “But you don’t have to flatter me. I’m not your girlfriend. I’m a sure thing.” I started to tell her that it wasn’t flattery, but she silenced me with a long, wet kiss. Feeling her tight little body against mine drove me wild. As we kissed, I ran my hand along her slim figure, starting with her hip, and moving up to her breast. At the same time, Ashley quickly began open my pants. She reached in my open fly and started to stroke my throbbing dick. We continued to kiss passionately as she guided me across the room to the couch. I sat down abruptly, and Ashley stood in front of me. “Do you trust me?” she asked. I nodded my head. “Then just do everything I say, and I promise this will be a night you never forget. Hell, you may even learn a few tricks for that little girlfriend of yours.” The mention of Jill made me cringe, but I quickly got over it and told Ashley I was eager to learn. She began by having me remove all of my clothing. I had never been ashamed of my body, so I obliged eagerly, quickly stripping off everything I was wearing, even my socks. Once again I sat on the cool leather couch, now completely nude, with my large cock sticking out in front of me like some absurd compass needle. For a second, I feared that I may be the victim of a prank, and that the whole party was waiting to walk in on me naked. Ashley quickly removed all my doubts. “Now it’s my turn,” she said seductively. She reached under her skirt and quickly slid her panty hose off. Next, she grasped my hand and placed on her hip. I felt the zipper for her skirt, and slid it down gracefully, trying not to reveal my eagerness. The little gray skirt fell into a pile around her ankles, revealing a pair of tiny black panties. It wasn’t the red g-string from my dream, but it was still very sexy. Ashley straddled me and grasped my cock in her tiny hand. She pressed it firmly against her satin panties, and I instantly felt the heat contained in the flimsy cloth. We started to kiss, and Ashley kept my cock tight against her crotch as we began to dry hump. I could feel the dampness now. Eagerly, I began to open her blouse, revealing the lacy black bra I had glimpsed earlier in the evening. She threw the blouse aside while continuing the grind against my swollen cock. Drops of pre-cum began to run down my lengthy shaft. I reached for her bra, and started to pull it down. Ashley responded by slapping my hand playfully. “Not yet,” she said. She stopped grinding and stood up in front of me. In the little black panties and bra, her petite figure looked spectacular. Already, I was thinking about all the porno flicks I had ever watched with the guys, plotting which movies I would use on her. I wanted to try it all. In front of me, Ashley dropped to her knees. She started rubbing my balls with one hand, while the other stroked my hard penis. It felt so good that I was suddenly unable to speak. “Did you like what I did last night?” Ashley asked provocatively. I knew she was teasing me now, and I was enjoying every second. I nodded my head. She stuck her tongue out and flipped it across the head of my cock. “You know,” she began, “you have a spectacular cock.” I was pleased with the comment, as any man would be. She took her tongue, and traced in around the tip of my penis. “I think you are the biggest I’ve ever seen. At least second. I’ve been wondering all day what you would feel like inside me.” Her dirty talk was driving me wild. I had never heard a girl speak so naughty. She quickly smiled up at me, then placed the head of my cock in her mouth. Suddenly, it was like a switch had been flipped. Her lips closed tightly over my tip, and she sucked fiercely. It was completely different from her method the night before. She sucked like a vacuum, while her tongue flicked quickly across the hole. Her left hand pumped the bottom of my shaft, and her right one began to knead my balls. I closed my eyes and moaned with desire. I was suddenly incapable of though, and my hips voluntarily began to gyrate. She squeezed on my dick savagely, and without warning I exploded, shooting my hot semen in her throat. Ashley sucked down every drop before releasing her lip seal. I felt paralyzed as Ashley returned to straddling me. My cock was still throbbing. We kissed for several seconds, and I tasted a hint of saltiness in her mouth. “Now that the prelude’s over, are you ready for the show?” she asked. “You’ll be able to last much longer now.” For a second, I didn’t think it would be possible, but as we kissed, I could already feel a hint of arousal. “Would you like to take off my bra now?” she asked. I nodded, and quickly slid my hand around to the back. I reached for the hooks, and couldn’t find them. Ashley smiled and guided my hand around to the front. She showed me the clasp between the cups, and for the first time in my life I removed a bra. It sprung open, revealing perky, B-cup tits. Her nipples were the size and color of pencil eraser, and I quickly put one in my mouth. Ashley moaned softly. She took my hand and slid it into her panties. Her bush was thick and course, and I ran my fingers through it, on the way to her vagina. I sucked on her right nipple and slipped my first to fingers inside her pussy. I was shocked my how hot and wet she felt. Again, Ashley moaned with delight. I continued to suck on her nipple like a starving baby. At the same time, I stared at her other breast, happy to be seeing a tit for the first time. I fingered her slowly with one finger, and she whispered how good it felt. At first, I was concentrating intently, trying to remember every sexual thing I’d ever seen in a movie, or read in a book. Eventually, rational thought ceased, and instinct took over. Instead of sucking, I began to nibble lightly on her nipple. With my left hand, I stroked the areola on her other breast, while my thumb briskly rubbed against the nub. I kept fingering her with my other hand. At first, I worked one finger in and out slowly. As her moans of delight turned to hungry panting, I slid two fingers in, and began to finger fuck her at an intense pace. “Oh yes!” she moaned. “Like that! Please don’t stop.” I went back and forth between her breasts, now gently tugging with my teeth. My hand slipped in and out of her wet hole. The room was filled with her musky scent, and my hand was covered in her juices. With each insertion of my fingers, her vagina made a small slurping sound. I increased speed and Ashley made a sound like a purr. It was unlike anything I’d heard in a porno, or imagined in my wet dreams. She grabbed hold of my wrist, and tried to move my hand faster. I tried to slip a third finger inside. It was very tight, but I eventually succeeded. Ashley squealed with pleasure and suddenly wrapped her arms around me tightly. He forced her pussy tight against my hand and moaned ecstatically. Although it was like nothing in the skin flicks, I somehow knew what was happening. “I’m cumming,” she panted She gripped my body tightly while the waves of pleasure rolled through her. I was excited by the feel of her hard nipples against my chest, and realized that I was hard again. She looked at me with her big brown eyes, and I could see she was happy. “How does it feel to make a woman orgasm?” she asked with a smile. I told her I was happy, and how much fun I was having. Ashley stood up on the couch, with one leg on either side of my body. She hooked her thumbs into the waste band of her panties. I could see that the crotch was soaked from her orgasm. Slowly, she slid them down her slender legs, and kicked them aside. The scent of her sex flooded out into the room. It was much stronger than before. The way she was standing placed her crotch about 6 inches from my nose. Her pubic hair was thick and curly. Ashley slid her fingers along the outer lips of her vagina, gently opening it. I was entranced by the sight and smell. With her forefinger, she gently pointed her clit out to me. I leaned forward and began to lap it with my tongue. The taste was sharp and bitter, and it made my erection even stiffer. I slid my hand up the length of her legs, and gripped her muscular little ass. I started pulling her down, aching to impale her tiny body on my long cock. Ashley wrapped one hand around my throbbing penis, and lined it up with her entrance. “Are you ready?” she asked. “Yes,” I said, although my hands were shaking with nervousness. Ashley began to slide my cock in. It was tight at first, and I got nervous that it wouldn’t go, but with a quick movement, I suddenly sank inside. I gasped with delight. Her pussy felt unlike anything I had dreamed of. It was tight, wet and hot. I realized suddenly that we had forgot the condom, but I wasn’t going to stop now. Ashley rocked back and forth on my stick, sinking the entire nine inches inside of her. Despite my earlier orgasm, I feared I would cum right away. We sat still for a second, allowing me to gain my composure. Ashley began to bounce up and down on my lap, sliding my dick in and out of her moist vagina. I responded by moving my hips in rhythm, forcing my cock up in her. We both began to moan and pant. Once again, Ashley made a purring sound. Her tiny tits bounced up and down with each thrust, and the sound of our skin slapping together filled the room. Ashley gripped my body tightly, scraping my back with her long nails. I could smell the mixture of her perfume, sweat, and musk, and I was incredibly excited by it. I gripped her ass cheeks firmly and squeezed. I began to thrust harder, relishing the sounds and sights. Once again, instinct took over, and I rolled Ashley onto her back. She wrapped her muscled legs tight around my back, and I started to fuck her forcefully. Her nails were now sunken into my flesh, but I barely noticed. “It’s so big,” she panted. “I feel so full.” I drove harder at her, now fucking with intensity. She gripped my body tightly, and I recognized the signs of her orgasm. She started to moan, and almost simultaneously, I felt my cock explode. Ashley clung to my body, as I felt my cum shoot up inside of her. We lay there motionless, enjoying our orgasm for several seconds. Finally, I rolled off and the two of sat there naked. Ashley rested her head on my shoulder while we tried to catch our breath. “How did you like it?” she asked after a few minutes. I told her that I loved it. “How was I?” I asked nervously. “Not bad,” she answered. “Not bad at all. I think with a little more practice, you may be a regular stud.” We continued to chat for a while, and Ashley appraised my performance objectively. Finally, we started to get dressed. I watch her out of the corner of my eye as she put her clothes on. She opted to put the cold, damp panties in her purse. Already, I could feel my desire building up again, but I didn’t have be courage to ask for another go. We left the pool house, and walked back through the party on route to Ashley’s car. The place had quieted down a lot, and there were lots of couples making out, and some drunken people passed out. We got in Ashley’s car and drove home. When we stepped out into her driveway, she gave me a soft kiss. “I had a LOT of fun,” she said. “Me too,” I responded. “I guess I’ll have to find a way to break up with Jill tomorrow.” Ashley asked why. “So we can go out,” I answered. “Honey, this was just sex,” she said quickly. “I just thought we could have a good time. I don’t want a relationship. Sex and love have nothing to do with each other” I was hurt. In my mind, I had pictured Ashley and I going to restaurants, or parties, or to the movies. We would end every evening with hot sex. She asked if I was okay. I told her I would be fine. “What do you say we go for a walk down to the fort?” she asked with a wink. I told her I was tired, and wanted some sleep. It was a lame excuse, but I couldn’t think of anything else. As Ashley walked inside, I felt slightly heartbroken, even though I knew I was being silly. As she walked inside, I watched her tiny ass swing back and forth. I thought about the fact that she had no underwear on, and I felt my cock spring to life again. I knew right then that if things between Jill and I didn’t change soon, I would do anything I could to fuck Ashley again, and any amount of heartbreak would still be worth it. ********** Monday: On a normal day, I was an above average student, but as the day drug along, English and history were the farthest thing from my mind. Compared to the events of Saturday night, Sunday had been a rather dull day. My emotions seemed to run across the spectrum. On one hand, I was extremely happy. I had finally lost my virginity, and it had been a spectacular, mind-blowing experience. It was nothing like I expected, but still incredible. On the other hand, I felt a little depressed. To most guys, the promise of no-strings sex would be a dream come true, but I couldn’t help feeling rejected. I had never expected Ashley to fall in love with me, but I didn’t like being viewed as just a sex toy. On top of that, I couldn’t help feeling guilty about cheating on Jill. My brain was telling me that Ashley had a good point: “Sex and love have nothing to do with each other.” Still, I knew that if Jill ever found out, she would be crushed, and I would look like an asshole. Finally, I had called Jill late on Sunday. As usual, we both agreed that our fight on Friday had been silly, and we quickly resolved our differences. I told her about going to the party with Ashley, knowing she would hear about it eventually through the rumor mill. My coming forward, I avoided any suspicion of jealousy from Jill. As the day droned on, things between Jill and I returned to normal. We sat together in class, stood with each other in the hallways, and ate together in the cafeteria. Still, my mind was elsewhere. The entire day, all I could think about was fucking. In every class, I hid the bulge in my pants beneath the desk. I dreamed about fucking Ashley again. I imagined fucking Jill for the first time. I fantasized about fucking both of them at the same time, while they kissed and fondled each other. Jill was in love with me, and Ashley wanted me for sex, and I couldn’t decide which quality I liked better. First Love Either way, I knew I was looking forward to the end of the day. Jill and I had been dating for three months, and I always walked her home after school. At her house, we usually had up to an hour before her parents got home. When we first got together, that time had been spent talking, getting to know each other. Gradually, talking had been replaced by kissing, and then fondling. In each afternoon session, I had been making baby steps towards losing my virginity. At least that was the case before Ashley decided to take it with one big leap. As I walked Jill home that afternoon, I felt like a baseball player. After a career of hitting singles and double, I had finally got my first homerun, and I had liked it. I knew it was time to turn up the pressure on Jill. Being a singles hitter had been great for a while, but now that I had sampled success, I wanted to round the bases again as soon as possible. After Ashley’s pseudo rejection, the last thing I wanted to do was go back to her, begging for a piece of ass. Still, I knew that if little Miss Starks wasn’t willing, that’s exactly what would happen. We climbed the steps to Jill’s front door with her walking slightly in front of me. Automatically, my eyes focused on her ass. It was full and round, very different from Ashley’s tight, muscular butt. Jill had the kind of butt that made most guys drool when she wore tight pants. I thought about her and Ashley standing in front of me, leaning slightly forward so I could compare their butts. Almost instantly I felt the familiar stirring in my pants. Jill stuck her key in to unlock the door, and I slipped up behind her. I wrapped my arms around her slender waist and pulled her tightly to me. I started kissing the back of her neck and forced my crotch firmly against her ass, letting her feel my erection. Jill moaned softly. “Let’s get inside before the neighbors see,” she said. We got inside, and Jill led the way to the den in the basement. As usual, she looked spectacular. Her blonde hair was pushed back with a headband, and a pair of horned-rim glasses sat on her cute upturned nose, drawing attention to her clear blue eyes. She was wearing an ankle length black skirt, and a slate blue button down blouse. Jill’s busty frame caused the blouse to wear strangely, and all day I had been able to peak through the button holes at a light blue bra. As we descended the stairs, I could feel my cock aching to break loose from its prison. Jill turned and kissed me as soon as were in the room. Her hand slid up my thigh and quickly began to massage my penis. Her hands were no where near as pleasing as Ashley’s, but she was getting better with practice. “I’ve been waiting for this all day,” she said. “I’m so sorry we fought on Friday.” She paused to give me a long, passionate kiss. “Do you forgive me?” I told her I did, even though it was partially a lie. “Good,” she said with a smile. “That makes me happy. I love you so much, and I want to have sex with you. I want our first time to be together, I’m just not ready yet.” I told her I felt the same way, but I couldn’t help wincing inside. Partially, I felt bad because it would no longer be ‘our’ first time. Also, I was upset to hear her say she still wasn’t ready. I planned on changing that as soon as possible. Jill guided me to the large sofa while we continued to kiss. In seconds, we were back in a familiar position. I laid on my back, while Jill straddled me. She sat her glasses on the coffee table, and playfully shook out her blonde hair. We were both aching for one another, and we began to grind our hips together, simulating sex with our clothes on. I was eager to continue with Friday night, and I discretely opened the top button of her blouse. Jill stroked my cock fiercely as I worked at the second button. Her blouse hung open as she kissed me, and I could now see the all of her light blue bra, and a large amount of cleavage. Sucking on Ashley’s breasts had only increased my desire to see Jill’s. “Wow, you have me so turned on,” Jill moaned. “Part of me really wants to make love to you.” Hearing those words turned my already stiff cock into an iron rod. I quickly opened Jill’s third button, and then the fourth. There were still a couple left, but her blouse was already draping open. I reach inside with both hands and began to fondle her breasts. I rubbed on the lacy bra, and Jill moaned softly. We continued to kiss and I felt her nipples standing out through the thick bra. I was ready to pull the cups down when Jill suddenly jumped. “What was that?” she asked. “What was what?” I said, sliding my hand back towards her bra. She jumped up quickly. “It’s the door. I heard the door. Mom must be home.” Jill started to button her blouse, much to my dismay. I sat listening, and I knew she was right. I could now hear the footsteps on the hardwood floor above. I looked at the clock and realized we had been home for nearly 45 minutes. “And I thought I was moving quickly,” I thought to myself. A few minutes later, we were sitting with Jill’s mom, talking about our day at school. After that I went home, still making baby steps. Tuesday: The school day passed in the same way as its predecessor. I spent the hours ignoring professors, dreaming about sex, playing the good boyfriend to Jill, and avoiding the hell out of Ashley. By the time the final bell rang, I was eagerly anticipating my afternoon make out session. Jill was dressed conservatively in a long denim skirt, and a button down shirt with yellow and white pinstripes. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she had opted to wear contacts instead of her glasses. After walking home like good citizens, again we started to make out before even opening the front door. As usual, Jill was as eager as I was to fool around, she was just able to show a little more restraint. We made our way to the basement, kissing the entire way. This time, I had the top two buttons on her blouse undone before we got downstairs. Again, I noticed the improvement in Jill’s stroking technique. She had my rock hard in seconds. She was a very intelligent, studious girl, and obviously she had been paying attention to what I responded to. We made our way to the couch, and this time I was on top. Jill rhythmically squeezed my hard penis, as I gyrated my hips against hers. She moaned softly while the two of us kissed. I went back to the buttons on Jill’s shirt. I quickly undid three at once, and Jill responded by pushing my hands away. For a few minutes, we just continued to kiss. I hit the last few buttons on her shirt one at a time, being careful not to draw too much attention. I finally got her top open, and Jill hardly seemed to notice. We continued to dry hump as I slid it off her shoulders. Jill seemed to be in a daze as she constantly rubbed my dick. She was wearing a very plain, white cotton bra. Her hard nipples stood out strongly against the fabric. I looked down, hoping the bra was a front hook, like Ashley’s had been. I was disappointed to see it wasn’t, but I continued to slowly move by kisses from Jill’s lips, to her neck, and finally the top of her cleavage. Jill showed no signs of resisting, and didn’t say a word as I began to kiss the exposed portion of her left breast. She laid on her back with her eyes closed, still massaging by penis. Slowly, I began to trace my tongue along the edge of the cup. Jill sighed softly. I moved my lips down a little more, and sucked on her nipple through the cotton of her bra. I could tell she was delighted by the way her hand sped up on my shaft. Jill’s breathing was becoming shallow. I was hardly an expert on female arousal, but my time with Ashley had given me a few clues. Finally, I made my boldest move. I reached for the cup of her bra and slowly slid it down, exposing Jill’s left breast. Her strawberry colored nipple sprang free eagerly. Her tit was everything I had hoped it would be. It was completely different from Ashley’s; much larger and more voluptuous. I later learned it was a C-cup, bordering on D. The contrast between her smooth white skin, and her rough reddish nipple drove me wild. I leaned forward and flicked it with the tip of my tongue. Jill’s hand stopped moving and firmly squeezed my shaft as she sighed with delight. I ran my tongue around the nipple, and then sucked on it gently. I pulled away slowly, letting the suction tug just a big. Jill squeezed my cock harder, but I don’t think she was aware of it. This team, it was me who heard the door first. For a brief second, I considered ignoring it. Certainly a few seconds more with this nipple in my mouth was worth being discovered? Fortunately, I regained my senses. I pulled my lips away, and Jill sat up with a dazed look on her face. “Don’t stop,” she panted. Then she heard the door. For a second, she sat stunned. Then she snapped out of it and pulled her bra back up. “I can’t believe I let you do that,” she said. That was a good thing about Jill—she always took responsibility for her actions, and never accused me of forcing her into a situation. In a frantic state, she searched around the room and found her top. She quickly managed the buttons and had just tucked it in when her mother came into the room. We spent the next half hour talking with her mom again, and then I headed home. I felt as if I had made significant progress, and the whole trip home was like walking on air Wednesday: Another long day at school and the only good point was that I was able to avoid Ashley once again. Usually, our paths crossed a couple of times a week, but I still had no desire to talk to her, even though she joined Jill in my dreams each night. On the negative side of things, Jill was wearing a pull over top instead of a button down. I tried to tell myself it was just coincidence, but I knew Jill too well. She was feeling guilty about Tuesday, and had decided to practice “defensive dressing.” It would be much harder for me work her shirt off now. “She still looks cute,” I thought to myself as we entered the den. Something about her classy, conservative style always appealed to me. She had on a white turtleneck, a navy blue button down sweater, and a knee-length khaki skirt. Once again, we quickly found ourselves on the couch with Jill on top. Our kisses seemed to have more passion then ever. Jill was fondling my cock like an experienced lover now, and she knew exactly how to drive me wild. As we kissed, I dreamed of sucking on her nipple again. I gently tugged on her turtleneck, pulling it out of her skirt. Jill grasped my hand and pushed it away. We kissed for an eternity, and it took three tries just to get her shirt untucked from her skirt. I started to run her smooth belly and work my way upward, and Jill responded by pushing my hand away again. I was staring to get frustrated. “I wouldn’t stop her from exposing my dick,” I thought to myself. That’s when the idea hit me. We continued to kiss, and I shifted my hand from her belly to her thigh. It felt smooth beneath her white pantyhose. I slowly worked my hand upward as we kissed, inching beneath her skirt. I could feel the heat from between her thighs, and I gently started to brush my finger tips around her pubic region. Even through her underwear and pantyhose, I could feel Jill responding. Of course, that’s when we heard the door upstairs once again. We straightened everything up, and again I got to talk to her mother. Afterwards, I walked home to jerk off for the third straight day. Thursday: Again, Jill opted not to wear a button down blouse. She had on an off-white Angora sweater, with a short suede skirt. The minute we got to her house, we were all over each other. Before we could make it down stairs, she was on her back on the kitchen table. Jill’s family was wealthy, and the large bay windows overlooked the 15th green on a golf course. Her legs wrapped around her back, slowly inching her skirt upward. I looked out at the golfers on the course, wishing they would look up and see me defiling this gorgeous blonde virgin. Somehow we paused long enough to get downstairs, not wanting Jill’s mom to walk in on us. We quickly found our way to the sofa, with Jill on top once again. We kissed softly for several minutes, and I slipped my hand under her sweater. I massaged Jill’s flat stomach and breast, but was unable to get her top off. She responded by grasping my cock. “It’s getting harder and harder to resist,” she whispered. “I want to make love so badly.” “Then let’s do it,” I answered. I started to pull her sweater up, and again Jill stopped me. I decided to change focus again. We kissed passionately, as my hand crept up her bare inner thigh. Her panties were soft and silky, and I could feel the warmth and dampness on them. I could also feel her thick pubic hair beneath the thin material. Recalling my night with Ashley, I slowly traced my fingers across her vagina without going in her panties. Jill almost squealed with delight. For a second, she seamed to stop breathing. Her big blue eyes opened wide, and she looked straight at me. Then she kissed me fiercely and began pumping my cock through my pants. I found the leg hole of her panties with my fingertips, and gently pulled it away, sneaking the tips of my fingers in. Jill’s pubic hair was thick, but not as course as Ashley’s. I started moving towards her entrance, when she grabbed my wrist and pulled me away. I tried to get into her panties again, but she stopped me once more. Apparently, she didn’t have a problem with me touching her through the material though. I started to rub her ass through the smooth silky panties. Jill was pumping by cock fiercely now, and I felt like I might cum. I bunched her panties up with my hand, and started pulling on them, forcing the gusset to rub firmly against her vagina. Again, Jill gazed at me with happy, astounded eyes. Her hand tightened on my dick, and I responded my pulling harder on the panties, stroking them across her pussy. She started to pant and moan. Jill’s sounds were different from Ashley’s, but it still reminded me of Ashley’s reaction to me fingering her. “Oh! What are we doing?” Jill panted. “Don’t stop!” Her hand continued to work on my stiff penis. I could tell now that she was close to an orgasm. I pulled on the panties strongly, increasing the friction against her vagina. She was starting to squeal now. Her orgasm came out of nowhere. Jill’s entire body seemed to freeze up, including the hand on my dick. She stared at me with her big blue eyes, panting like an animal. “Oh! Oh, my!” she whispered. She stayed motionless, experiencing feelings she’d never known. When it was over, she looked at me like I was a hero. She leaned forward and began to kiss my passionately. The hand on my dick started pumping out of control. She jerked it so hard I was feeling flashes of pain, but I didn’t ask her to stop. Without any warning, I felt my own climax arrive. My dick spasmed fiercely and exploded like a volcano. For a second, I felt blinded. The release was more intense and unexpected than anything I had experienced thus far. I grunted audibly. We laid their making out for several minutes before we heard the door open upstairs. Suddenly, Jill went from a state of afterglow to panic. It seemed like she realized what had happened for the first time. “Oh shit! What have we done?” she said. I knew she was upset because I had only heard her use profanity a handful of times in our three months together. Jill ran around, trying to straighten things up. I untucked my shirt to hide the large wet spot on my jeans. Personally, I was still enjoying the moment. I intended to fully appreciate it, even if Jill couldn’t. I hardly paid attention to Mrs. Starks in our afternoon conversation about school, work, and life. When I left to go home, I was as happy as could be. Jill was still a virgin, but in my mind, I had made monumental progress, and I knew that reaching my goal was finally becoming feasible. Friday: It was another uneventful school day. For the first time in over a week, I actually made some sort of an effort to pay attention in class. What I learned was that by daydreaming the week away, I had managed to fall behind in school. If Jill didn’t put out soon, it was going to do some serious damage to my grades. The highlight of the day was trying to hide in the middle of a large crowd when I almost ran into Ashley. I still wasn’t ready to talk to her again. The feeling of rejection still hung with me from the previous weekend. Despite my feelings, I couldn’t help checking her out from my hiding place. We had another football game after school, and the cheerleaders wore their uniforms to class when we had home games. As always, Ashley looked spectacular in hers. She was walking with another girl from the squad, and, as usual, there was a trail of guys walking with her. For a second, I thought she noticed me, and I quickly turned my head, but her group continued on down the hall without stopping. Any part of my mind that thought Jill’s earlier change in wardrobe was just coincidence changed when I saw her that morning. Not only was she wearing a pull over style top; she was also wearing pants instead of a skirt. The temperature was in the high seventies, and as is common of autumn in the south, there were no signs of the last two chilly weeks. Jill’s sweater was baby blue and sleeveless and seemed to emphasize her exquisite bosom. She was also wearing a pair of gray slacks. From the moment we entered the door of her house, I knew that it was going to take more than “defensive dressing” to stop me. We had both had orgasms on Thursday, and I damn sure didn’t want to backtrack any in our progress. We went downstairs and actually managed to talk a little bit before the kissing and fondling started. We sat next to each other on the sofa, kissing softly. It was a little less frenzied then what had been going on all week. We both knew that things were getting more serious. I slid my hands down to her waist, and gripped the bottom of her sweater. Jill continued to kiss me, but slid her hands down to deter me. I had already decided that if she wanted me to stop, she was going to have to say so—I wasn’t going to be discouraged my her disapproving touch. I grasped the sweater and in one quick move pulled it upward. Jill resisted temporarily, but didn’t stop me. I lifted her arms and pulled the sweater off, revealing a shiny silver bra made of satin. Her large breasts filled the material nicely, and I could see her rock hard nipples poking out. I pulled Jill tightly against me. She slipped her hand down to my penis, but it was obvious she didn’t want me to cum again. I kissed her gently and reached for her belt buckle. I suddenly had an urge to see her in nothing but her underwear. Again, Jill attempted to deter me with her hands, and again I proceeded. I unbuckled the pants and slowly slid the zipper down. Her panties were shiny silver and matched her bra. Even though I had undressed Ashley the week before, I was still very aroused to be taking Jill’s clothes off. Suddenly, rubbing my penis through my pants wasn’t good enough. I quickly opened my pants. Although Jill’s mom had interrupted us several times, Jill herself had not stopped me from doing anything all week, and I was beginning to feel that I could get away for anything. Just before I pulled my penis out Jill destroyed that notion. “No,” she said, placing her hand on my wrist. “Don’t do it.” I was a little shocked and didn’t know what to say. For a moment I was overwhelmed with confusion, but anger quickly took its place. “Why the fuck not?” I demanded. Jill hated the “f-word” so I’d intentionally used it. “We need to stop,” she said. “We need to stop now, or I may not be able to stop myself. Plus, my parents will be home soon. Don’t be upset”