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Tom's First

By: mangrove jack



Tom was nervous as he left school and started off for the mall. Today was his first day working as a grocery boy at the local supermarket. “Four to six most Afternoons after school and two hours on Saturday Morning,” Mrs. Millie James had said when she offered Him the job. 

“What the hell do you want a job for?” his mates Asked. “You’ll be working while we’re down at cricket practice.”

“I run five bloody miles each morning while you’re Still in bed,” Tom replied. “I saw the team manager And she said it was ok to miss some practice sessions If I kept fit.” “You’ve got to have money,” he added.

Tom had learned a lot from a recent experience. A Major local company trying to land a big contract with a British company had sought his father’s help. 

The CEO of the British company was an Englishman who loved cricket. When asked if he would like a round of golf while in town, he said he would “rather go to a cricket match.” 

Tom’s team was playing at the local oval that Saturday. At his father’s request, Tom arranged for the British CEO to join the small crowd of supporters who regularly watched their games.

“My name’s Len Hutton,” he told Tom when they met. “My father was a cricket fan. Our family name is Hutton. When I was born they named me Len after a famous cricketer of years gone by,” he explained with pride.

Tom had read about Len Hutton and so had many of the parents at the match. As a result Mr. Hutton had a great day watching and talking cricket. 

Because his dad had asked him to help, he went out of his way to make sure Mr. Hutton had a good time. As a special treat, he arranged for him to have a hit out at the practice nets and talk to one of the city’s players, who had played for Australia. To cap it off, Tom scored a rapid half century late in the afternoon, as his team ran out narrow winners.

Mr. Hutton said, “Tom’s half century was the icing on the cake,” as far as he was concerned. After the game he took the whole team to the local bistro, paying all costs for their evening meal. 

A few days later Tom’s father told him the companies had signed a deal worth some millions. “We think his day at the cricket turned the tide in our favour. He was far more friendly and relaxed after that day.” 

“There’s a small cheque for you and an invitation to the contract signing dinner,” his dad added as he slapped Tom on the back. 

The company booked the town’s only casino restaurant to celebrate their success. With money in his pocket and the special invitation he had invited Sally-Anne Matheson, one of the most popular girls on campus to the dinner and floor show. 

Sally-Anne had never agreed to a go out with Tom before. When she heard it was at the casino and by invitation only, she accepted excitedly. 

Tom had heard her that afternoon, discussing with her friends what she would wear. Finally announcing as she giggled with her friends, “If you’ve got it flaunt it, and I’ve got it to flaunt. I’ll knock their fucking eyes out.” 

Despite that warning, she took Tom’s breath away as she walked out her front door. Sally-Anne was dressed to thrill. Tom felt his heart beat faster as his eyes swept over her. Her shoulder length blonde hair shone in the porch light, lighting up her tanned face and neck.

Her tiny snow-white dress provided a striking contrast to her deep tan. The dress’s design made her young hard tits look as though they were ready to jump out of their flimsy constraints.

She wore what he estimated to be four-inch stilettos. The shoes were a deep, yet bright red. The colour seemed to complement the blood-red lipstick that shone on her full lips. 

Sally-Anne loved the look she was getting from Tom. She was only 19, but she was experienced beyond her years in the art of turning men on. 

She had learned after her first couple of boys that they can become so desperate they will do anything to get into girls` pants. She loved sex and the power it gave her.

“I’m ready,” she called as she ran down the steps. Tom arrived at her door in a limo. She slid over close to him and immediately kissed him. Her tongue aggressively seeking his, her teeth nibbling his bottom lip. 

Her tiny dress had gripped the leather seat as she slid, providing Tom with an eyeful of her garter belt and smokey black stockings. “Beautiful,” he gasped. 

His eyes caught a glimpse of a thin white thong and what, to his unpracticed eye, looked like a clean shaven pussy. 

Sally-Anne smiled as she had deliberately put on this little flash of pussy. “This will keep you interested,” she thought as she struggled with his belt. Their kisses continued, along with some fumbling until the limo reached the casino. 

Tom’s mind was a blur as he managed to pull his fly together and do up his belt while the driver opened his door.

The rest of that first night really was a blur as far as Tom was concerned. Tom and Sally-Anne had been made to feel special. At the dinner, company chairman Robert Barton spoke of Tom’s invaluable help. He congratulated him on his half century. 

“My cricketing friends tell me you’ve got a good eye,” he added as he turned to Tom and Sally-Anne. “When I look at your beautiful young lady friend I can believe them.” He laughed. “There’s obviously nothing wrong with your eyes.” 

Sally-Anne loved it. She was a flirt. Her low-cut dress made many an eye twitch. She rolled her hips and flaunted her magnificent tits as she strode across the dance floor to the official table. 

Sally-Anne had never been in such high powered company. The adrenaline rush from being told time and time again she was beautiful, by men whose names were admired for their power and money, was turning her on.

She flirted as she danced. She looked adoringly up into the eyes of those who held her body close. Before long she had them eating out of her hands. They`d probably like to be eating me, she thought, as she giggled and rubbed herself against the board chairman’s well-kept body. 

Christine Barton, the board chairman’s wife, watched her husband Robert, as he reacted like a young school boy on his first date. The silly old bugger, she thought, she’ll be bloody disappointed if she ends up in his bed. She knew other board members’ wives were watching their husbands, as Sally-Anne manipulated them into responding to her charms. There will be some harsh words in some of our homes tonight, she mused.

Spotting Tom walking towards the bar, she joined him. “We haven’t met,” she said, “I’m Mrs. Barton.”

Tom looked her over as he stammered, “Pleased to meet you.” He was dumfounded, she had something about her, an aura of power, he thought, as he struggled to find words. Maybe 40, but looks no more than 30. His eyes roved over her body as he admired her classic ball gown. Its style highlighted what appeared to be a pair of good sized tits. 

He was surprised when he looked up to find she was looking him square in the eye. He quickly dropped his gaze to discover what he thought was a remarkably slim waist. He swept his eyes back and forth over her thighs, stomach and hips. Yes! I suppose you would call that a great arse, he thought. 

“Inspection over?” she asked as she raised one eyebrow and smiled at him. The smile made it easier for him to answer. 

“Sorry,” he said, “but you look so very lovely, I forgot that I was staring. Forgive my bad manners.”

“How could I refuse” she answered. “Thank you for the compliment.”

“It wasn’t a compliment,” Tom blurted. “It was the truth you are very beautiful.” 

They stood together each studying the other. 

He’s embarrassed, she thought. That’s nice.

As the silence seemed to grow she decided to introduce him to the other members’ wives. “Come and meet the women at my table,” she whispered.

At the table, Tom met five or six ladies between 30-40 whose names he had trouble remembering. These were the wives of men who could buy and sell his family, his school and half the town. What he could see of their clothes and their bodies reeked of money. 

Some outfits were conservative and some brought a smile to his lips. Shit, there’s some great knockers here, he thought, as his eyes focused on their breasts. Tom tried to concentrate on the general conversation but his eyes kept returning to study a rather big brunette sitting at the end of the table. 

As he was introduced, he had looked down the front of her dress. To his surprise he spied a large firm breasts, not much sag for her age, he thought. Yes, he thought as he looked again, there’s no bra under that low-cut top. Those breasts are standing out on their own.

She’s bloody hot, he thought, as he looked at her large body. She’s probably 40, if her breasts are firm like that, she must have been a bloody beauty a few years ago.

He caught her eye and noticed she was watching him. He looked away quickly, then let his eyes dart back to see if she really had noticed. Christ, she knows I was perving on her breasts, he thought. That’s the second time tonight I’ve been caught, he groaned as she winked. He wondered if that wink for for him as he moved towards her end of the table. 

“I’m Sharon Hawkins,” she said with a smile that seemed to say, I’m aware of your stare. She swung her legs out from behind the table and crossed them. A flash of black stockings caught his eye. When he again looked up she was still watching him.

Sharon Hawkins was having the time of her life. These board room functions were always boring. Tonight this young cricketer had made her pussy tingle. He continued to check her out even when her husband was present. 

When Tom stood in front of Sharon during the introductions, she had dropped her body forward slightly to let her top hang open. She knew she had a great pair of tits. She found it fun to display them discreetly in public. Generally the old fogies on the board were too slow to catch a glimpse, but tonight her nipples grew hard as she watched Tom respond.

Tom could feel himself growing hard. He looked down to his pants to see if it was showing. When he looked up again, Mrs Hawkins was watching, a wide grin on her face.

The band struck up again after a break. Looking for an opportunity to escape Mrs. Hawkins’ scrutiny, Tom turned to Mrs. Barton, “May I have the pleasure of this dance?” 

Mrs. Barton smiled, “Dd you hear that ladies? Some good, old-fashioned manners.” She laughed as she took Tom’s hand, “You don’t hear or see much evidence of manners these days,” she said to him. “We must find out what else you know.” 

Tom was grateful to his mother for teaching him to dance; she was a ballroom dancing competitor before he was born. 

At home she would make him dance with her, as she taught him to use proper manners. Know how to dance and how to talk. Respect your partner, treat her like a lady, his mother had instructed. 

Mrs. Barton was enjoying herself. Tom took control on the dance floor. He led well, making it easy for her to follow. He held her politely at first, and then gradually he held her closer, his body welded to hers as they swept around the floor. 

To her surprise he lowered his face close to her neck and then her ear. Mrs Barton became flustered when she realized Tom was smelling her.

“Can I ask you a question?” Tom asked, as she worried what could be wrong. 

“Yes, ask away,” she replied. 

“I don’t know if this is bad manners or rude, but I have to ask the name of your perfume; its fragrance is different, I can’t describe what it is, but it really does something to excite me.”

She was so relieved she laughed, “Oh it’s Moschino, I’m glad you like it.” She relaxed as they danced. She thought he was an interesting young man with good manners. Her husband Robert in all their years of marriage never once has asked her about her scent. He just had his secretary to buy some for birthdays and anniversaries.

They were dancing so well together that people were noticing. Tom sensed she was enjoying the attention. He led her into a few fancy steps and was delighted when she followed without hesitating. He moved his head closer until he could speak into her ear, “You dance well,” he said. 

“You’re very good,” she sighed. “You lead so well, you’re easy to follow.” She leaned against his chin and rested her head on his shoulder.

The band had changed to a bracket of slow dances. Couples danced closer together as the lights dimmed. Tom let his hand slip down on to her well rounded bottom, stroking it slowly before pulling her closer.

Mrs. Barton was drifting in his arms. The music was soft and slow, the lights dim. She was relaxing, when she felt his hand caressing her backside. For a minute she enjoyed the idea that this young man was becoming interested in her body. She felt a tingle of excitement. 

She looked around and remembered where they were, shocked that should could be discovered enjoying herself with this young man. “Remember where we are,” she whispered to him. “Not here please.”

Why did she say that, she wondered. There was no need to worry. After all, it was only a dance and she’d probably never see him again. 

“If not here where?” he asked. “I’d like to see you again.”

She lifted her head to look directly at him and said, “Keep your hands to yourself.” Tom was devastated he had thought he was making a little progress. When they started to dance he hadn’t really thought of seeing Mrs. Barton again. He had danced with her and discovered a body he didn’t expect on an older woman. He had liked what he felt. He really would have liked to see more of her. While they danced, he had been surprised at the firmness of her breasts. He became more and more relaxed and thought she was lovely as he moved his hands down her firm hard back. Mrs. Barton started to worry. She had never had any man make her feel the way she had felt for those few tantalizing minutes. She had to admit, she had enjoyed the tingling feeling in her nipples that his roving hand had created, but she was so worried about her reaction to him that she quickly dismissed him following their dance.

The word spread that Tom was a good dancer. He loved dancing, especially when he found himself a partner who could follow his lead. A number of women readily accepted his invitations to dance. Most of his partners spent the whole time on the floor talking or asking questions. Some politely filled the time, as others probed his love life.

Late in the evening he spied a very tall woman sitting alone. “I’m Dorothy call me Dot,” she said when he introduced himself and asked her to dance. 

Tom decided as they danced that Dorothy’s most striking feature other than her height, was her lips. They were bigger and seemed rounder and fuller than most lips and would be great to kiss, he thought.

They danced in silence. “You’re light on your feet,” Tom said, after they had danced for some time. “You thought because I’m so tall, we would have trouble dancing together didn’t you?”

“No! I love tall women especially those who have a bit of fight in them, rather than a chip on their shoulder,” he said, surprising himself at his response. 

She reacted to his aggression by apologizing. “I’m so bloody tall,” she said. “I make men feel small. A lot of them don’t even like standing and talking to me, let alone dancing with me.”

Tom was brimming with confidence; his ego inflated by the constant barrage of compliments about his dancing. “I’ll give you my mobile number,” he said. “Ring me any time you want to go dancing...on second thought, ring me any way, I like spending time with beautiful women, especially women with lips made for kissing, like yours.” 

She smiled down at him as he slid his hand down her back. “You can touch my bottom if you like.” 

Tom looked up into her smiling face, embarrassed. “I saw what you tried to do to the boss’s wife,” she said as her hands slipped down to his arse and pulled his body hard against hers. “Don’t get the wrong idea; I’m not Mrs Barton, I like to flirt.” 

“A bit of fooling around is just my cup of tea.”

Tom had spent most of the night dancing with women old enough to be his mother. As the night wore on he was finding them more and more attractive.

Right now his prick was again growing hard as Dot moved her body seductively. Dot was giving the first sign that some of them may react positively to sex with a younger man. 

When the dance finished he wrote his number on a coaster, “Give me a ring,” he said. 

She kissed his cheek, “Don’t be surprised if I do.” 

Meanwhile, Tom’s date, Sally-Anne, was exchanging phone numbers with Robert Barton when Tom joined them after the last dance. 

“I’ve arranged for my car to take you home” Mr. Barton told Tom, as he wished them good night.

In the car Sally-Anne was so excited she couldn’t stop talking. “Tommy,” she whispered, “That was super...those powerful people just oozing money. You’re great. I can’t thank you enough for taking me.” Then she grinned and added, “But I’ll try to thank you.” She opened his fly. 

They stumbled from the car at her house and headed for the front porch. “I wish we had more champagne,” Sally-Anne said, as they sank down on the hard wooden seat of the swing. She giggled as she realized his pants were still open. “Oh well, I’ll just have to find something else to drink.” 

Tom groaned as she fell on her knees in front of the seat and proceeded to release his prick. “Tommy,” Sally-Anne cried, as she undid his belt and pulled his pants off, before throwing them in a corner. “If you ever invite anyone else to those parties, I’ll kill you.”

Tom wasn’t worried about being killed, there were no more parties as far as he knew. His mind was on her firm, pointy tits and her shaven pussy, not parties.

Suddenly a woman’s voice called “Is that you Sally-Anne?” 

“Shit that’s mum,” Sally-Anne said as she scrambled to untangle herself from Tom and straighten her clothes. “Hide over there behind those shrubs,” Sally-Anne.

She called as she stood up, “Yes Mum, I’m just saying good night to Tom, I’ll be up in a minute.” 

To Tom she asked, “Did you find your pants?” she whispered as she spied Tom scrabbling around in the corner where she had thrown them.

“Well that’s fucked that,” Tom thought as he found his pants and headed for the gate. 

“Where are you going?” she called quietly.

“Home I suppose, there`s nothing else to do.”

“Slip around the back and wait, we can go up to my room. Don’t worry I’ll pour a couple of scotches into her and she’ll be right.”

Thinking she wouldn’t be back, Tom resorted jerking off to relieve the pressure on his balls. He was just cleaning up when Sally- Anne appeared at the back door. 

“Follow me,” she whispered, as she led him up a narrow set of stairs to a bedroom. “This is the spare room, Mum shouldn’t hear us here.”

She turned around, slipped off what appeared to be a shirt and stood naked. He could see her mouth moving, he could hardly hear her, but her gestures made her message plain. He came closer, “Come here lover...come here,” Sally Anne whispered her body beckoning. 

Oh shit, Tom thought, she’s nude and wants to fuck. My pricks soft and I probably won’t get hard for a while; if I can’t perform, she’ll tell everybody. I can’t tell her I’ve been wanking; I’ll be a bloody laughing stock. That would be the end of my sex life, at least while I’m at school. I’ve got to stall, he reasoned as he moved over to kiss her. She opened her mouth wide and licked his lips before allowing his tongue to enter. Tom had spent hours kissing his teenage dates. He knew how to use his mouth and tongue to try to turn them on...this would buy him a little time. He showered her face with kisses. His lips moving to kiss her eyes, her nose and then back to her mouth. He nibbled on her lips. Then licked up from her bottom lip, grinning as he tried to take all of her lips both top and bottom into his mouth.


Tom's First Ch. 02



Tom kept repeating, “You’ve got to have money,” as he Worked in the supermarket each afternoon after school.

He repeated that phrase over and over as he struggled To forget Sally-Anne Matheson’s fantastic pussy.

Sally-Anne was one of a half a dozen spunky young 19 and 20-year-olds who were wet dream material at his School.

Just over a week ago he had spent the night with Sally-Anne in her bedroom eating her pussy. She had accompanied Tom to a high profile function at the town’s casino restaurant and snuck him up to her room, when they finally returned home.

He shook his head as he remembered how she had dropped her shirt and stood naked, waiting for him to take her. He was certain that when he left early next morning Sally-Anne was satisfied even thought they hadn’t fucked. 

Tom would lay on his bed fingering his dick, reviewing his night with Sally-Anne. It was unbelievable. He knew that his mates wouldn’t believe any story that said, “He had spent the night with Sally-Anne Matheson, and didn’t fuck her.”

“Yes I’m still a virgin,” he would say to himself, “but I’m not complaining. I didn’t get to fuck her. I got to make love to her fabulous pussy with my tongue.” He would smile as he lay back in bed and remember that pussy. 

He didn’t blame anyone but himself for that situation. He was sure Sally-Anne had wanted to fuck. He had been so happy eating her pussy that time had ran out, when her mother heard Sally-Anne’s squeals of delight. So Tom had to leave before he fucked her.

No he wasn’t shitty on Sally-Anne because he remained a virgin; he was shitty on her for dumping him for a 50-year-old man with money.

Sally-Anne’s pussy tingled every time she thought of Tom. “He was just fucking fabulous,” she said as she held court with a half a dozen of her class mates. “I have never had my pussy licked like Tom did, never ever. I’m wet now thinking of it. He didn’t paw me, he didn’t demand a blow job, he just made love to my pussy.”

They sat staring at Sally-Anne as she sighed and went on. “He didn’t lick and kiss me just for a minute or two, he kept going, he was so loving, so kind, it was so fantastic.”

She looked at them, “I can tell by the look on your faces you don’t believe me.” She grabbed the end of her skirt and raised it so they could see her panties. “See that bloody wet patch. I get wet every time I think of Tom’s tongue. The more I think of it, the more I realize that he didn’t lick me to get me to fuck. I wanted to fuck, but he just kept on making love to my breasts and my pussy for hours.” 

“For hours?” Juanita asked. 

“Yes for hours. It was so lovely.” 

“His tongue drove me crazy. I kept coming and coming, it was amazing.” 

“Well if he’s so fucking good, why you did dump him?” Melissa Greenfield asked sarcastically.

Sally-Anne sighed. “I’ve found me a lover with money. He can do things for me. He has promised to set me up in a well paid public relations job. He buys me clothes, takes me to top places. He’s got money and he spends it. Tom’s a great lover but as they say, he hasn’t got two brass farthings to rub together.” 

Tom didn’t have two brass farthings, but he was starting to build a small bank account. He was making good money from tips. He had been told on his first day on the job to smile, be helpful, flirt a little and keep your mouth shut. 

At the grocery store, Arthur who was leaving winked at Tom. “If the young grocery boy looks after the customers, they’ll look after him.”

Tom didn’t like Arthur, so he didn’t take much notice. He had been taught good manners by his mother. He found it easy to talk to strangers and offer help. 

Molly, the check-out girl, whispered to him one afternoon when things got awkward with a customer, “Smile, dam you smile.” 

Later, after the customer had left, she called him over. “Use that smile, you’ve got a smile that lights up your face, it makes people feel happy. No one will stay angry with someone who smiles at them like that.”

Tom loved to see people happy, so it wasn’t difficult to take Molly’s advice. “Ladies first,” he would say with a smile, as he stood back after opening a door. He would rush to open their car door, or to open and hold an umbrella in the rain, as his tips started to grow. 

People started asking for him on arrival. Women especially loved talking to him, as he packed their purchases and accompanied them to their cars. 

He realized quickly that they wanted someone to take the time to listen. Someone to make them welcome and ask about them. 

‘I can’t work it out,” he said to Molly. “They’re so busy and yet I get the feeling they’re lonely. They just look for company.”

As his bank account grew, so did his interest in the women who were tipping so generously. He started to compliment them on their appearance, their clothes, their perfume, their hair. 

As he did, he noticed things about then that had escaped him before. They loved to have someone flirt with them. They loved to be told they were beautiful. They liked to be taken note of, and admired.

One particular customer had caught his eye. He heard Molly call her Mrs. Tracey. She came in late every afternoon generally dressed in gym clothes or a tennis outfit. The tennis outfit was so short, that the cheeks of her arse and her tiny panties were nicely displayed, every time she bent down to pick up an item. 

Tom loved the way her low cut sleeveless tops tightened around her breasts whenever she picked up groceries from her trolley. He planned to meet her and. assist her when an opportunity arrived 

When she drove in the next afternoon he was just returning from delivering some parcels to Mrs. Erica Bright’s car. Mrs. Bright was another of the ladies who were dressing sexier and increasing the size of their tips.

He walked over and opened the door of the white Mercedes Sports as she swung out of the driver’s seat showing a lot of leg. “Good afternoon Mrs. Tracey,” he said as he studied her tanned athletic legs. 

Toni Tracey looked Tom over. “He doesn’t look anything special,” she thought. Last night she had overheard her daughter Tabitha talking about Tom. What had caught her attention was Tabitha’s shrill laughter then her shout, “Tommy Rock went down on her for hours, oh my God is that true?”

She couldn’t hear the other person but she stopped to listen when Tabitha said, “Well there’s really no reason for Sally-Anne to lie, but kissing her there for hours seems a bit strong.” 

Toni Tracey didn’t hear any more. She had forgotten it until Tom opened her car door. “So you go down on women for hours,” she mused, as she eyed him up and down. In the store she watched as he flirted mildly with the more attractive women customers. At the check out she waited until she was sure he would pack her bags. 

“Will you carry them to the car for me?” she asked as she lent over so he could see down her top to her breasts. She saw him glance then look away. She smiled to herself when his eyes returned to glance again, this time licking his lips as he did. 

At her car she used every trick to excite him. She bent right over in front of him to pick up a dropped docket. As she did, she made sure her tennis dress rode up to display the round cheeks of her arse. She slid into her seat, positioning her legs to give him a clear view of her panties. Finally, she engaged him in a conversation about cricket while she sat in the car. She knew by the look on his face that he was getting a full view down her top to her breasts. Tom had been so busy concentrating on his bank account and money he had not had time for dating. With cricket practice, school and work, he had not had time to ask a girl out.

Mrs. Tracey had caused his prick to grow hard, as had a number of ladies who frequented the store. He felt sure that some of them would like him to go further than just flirt. He never tried anything because he was scared that they might complain to Mrs. James and get him sacked. 

“You got to have money,” he reminded himself every afternoon as he relieved the pressure on his balls before he went home.

Down at the tennis club a day or two later, Toni Tracey lost for the fist time in years to Dorothy Schrader. Dorothy was a good player, but not in Toni’s class.

After the match they sat together drinking ice cold gin and tonics. “You were off your game today,” Dorothy said as she looked hard at Toni. “You didn’t seem to be interested. Have you got something on your mind?”

Toni looked at Dorothy for quite a while before she answered. “We’ve been good friends for years and I know I can trust you. I overheard my daughter speaking about a young man going down on one of her friends for hours. I know its stupid but I can’t get it out of my mind.” 

“When I heard about this boy, that’s what he is, he’s only eighteen. I went out of my way to flirt with him. Dorothy you won’t believe it, I can’t sleep. I keep dreaming the most erotic dreams, all featuring him and me. Stan’s not much of a lover these days, I do love him and I don’t want to hurt him, he’s a good husband. I flirt a little, but I don’t cheat, I don’t play around. But...and that’s a big but, I want that boy.”

As they talked, Dorothy gradually worked out that Toni Tracey was talking about the young man she had flirted with at the dinner dance. 

“What’s up?” Toni asked, as Dorothy started to giggle. “I know Tommy Rock; I met him at the company function. He’s a cheeky young bugger; in fact he gave me his mobile phone number and suggested I ring him if I wanted to go dancing.” 

Dorothy smiled as she remembered how Tom had rubbed his hard prick against her stomach during the dance. She felt a little tingle in her breasts as she recalled the way he had caressed her backside. She felt a need to leave, to be alone. As she remembered how he told her, her lips excited him. “I’ve got to dash. I’ll give him a ring and find out where and when he goes dancing. I’ll let you know.” 

Every time they met Melissa talked about Tom with her closest friends, Danni Page and Juanita Phillips. “He kissed her pussy for hours, and didn’t try to poke her with his willie.” Danni laughed. 

“I think its bullshit. I think she was making it up.” Danni sat down in front of them. “Between the three of us we have been out with half the seniors at school. Tell me, “Have any of them wanted to go down and kiss your pussy for a few minutes, let alone hours. Better still how many boys have you been out with who didn’t try to get into your pants once you started to make out?” 

“He may be different, they can’t all be jocks who think their cocks run the world,” Juanita said. “I think I’ll drop down to cricket practice with my parents, the next time they invite me. That will give me a chance to check him out.”

Every time they met the girls would all chorus, “For hours,” and burst out laughing. They talked about him, recalling again and again the way Sally-Anne had blushed, and shown them how she had become wet, just talking about Tom.

“I don’t know about you, but I can’t forget the way Sally-Anne looked when she told us.” Melissa said as they broke up. “She was so bloody hot just remembering what he did.” She stuck out her tongue as she waved goodbye. “I’d love someone to do that to me.” 

That night Melissa went out with Brad Carter, just as she had done for weeks. The police regularly patrolled the old local lover’s lane after a recent rape. To avoid constant complaints, the police agreed to let courting couples use an area under trees at the rear of the supermarket car park. From there they were only a few hundred yards from the mall and relative safety. 

Brad as usual was intent on pushing Melissa’s head down so she could suck him. “Stop it. Stop it.” she had cried. Pushing him away, “All you ever think of is yourself. All you ever want to do is have me blow you. When do you ever think of me?” 

“Why should I have to think of you, you bitch,” Brad said as he sat up. “You know the rules; if you don’t fuck you give a guy a blow job.” “The rules,” she screamed, “who made the rules.” 

He didn’t have an answer. “I’m sick of your shit, who wants to suck a smelly cunt.” 

“If you won’t come across get out,” he yelled as he started the car and drove off leaving her standing alone. 

Brad wasn’t the only one frustrated by his date’s sudden interest in receiving as well as giving oral sex. A lot of boys from the local school suddenly found that their dates were refusing to blow them. Little did they know that the cause of their trouble was Tom. Or maybe they should have blamed Sally-Anne, who had started it all when she told her cronies of her orgasms from Tom’s tongue.

Tom didn’t know any of this when he swept out the storeroom and carried the rubbish out to the rear of the store. Melissa was startled when the door opened and a man came out. She was making her way back to the mall after Brad had drove off and left her in the car park.

“Hi!” she whispered, when she saw it was Tom.

Wondering why she was out there alone he asked, “Can I help you?” 

Melissa had dreamed of getting Tom alone, could this be her opportunity. She blushed and dropped her eyes to look down at the ground. “Brad drove off and left me, I`m just walking home.” 

“Hell he has to be crazy to leave you like that.” Tom told her as he looked her over. 

Melissa was lovely standing there in the half light. Christ he thought look at those legs they go on forever. She must be six foot. His eyes swept to the top of her short skirt. He gulped when he spied a belly button and a patch of tanned flesh, between her skirt and her top. 

He noticed Melissa starting to fidget under his gaze and put the broom away. “I’ll walk home with you if you like. I’ve just got to set the security alarms and pull the door shut. Come in while I change out of this uniform.”

Tom sat her on the sofa in the ladies staff room. “I’ll just nip next door to the men’s room and get my gear, I won’t be a minute,” he promised. 

Sitting quietly, Melissa thought of what Brad had done and became angry. “I was dumped, just left there on my bloody own, when the towns worried about a rapist,” she thought as her anger grew. She jumped up and headed for the door, “I’ll get that bastard for this.”

Tom was entering the staff room and heard her. What bastard?” he asked.

Melissa was now so angry that she blurted out the whole story. She told Tom everything, including the fact that Brad only wanted blow jobs and his jibe about her smelly pussy. 

Then as she cooled down, it hit her, she realized who she was talking to and what she had said. She had laid everything bare to one of her class mates. She really didn’t know Tom very well. What if he told everyone. 

“Please,” she said as she looked up at him with a tear in her eye. “Please don’t tell anyone. I’d die if people found out.” 

Tom moved over and put his arms around her, “Don’t worry It’s our secret,” he whispered. “Stop crying and lie down, while I get a cloth to dry your eyes.” 

When he came back he knelt beside her and wiped her face with a warm moist towel. He kissed her on the forehead then on her eyelids, “You’re fantastic, no one would ever believe a man would desert a beautiful girl like you.” His voice deepened, “We’ll fix him if he tries anything.”

He continued to rain little kisses on her face as he talked. Melissa had already forgotten Brad, she lay back thinking of what Sally-Anne had told them about Tom.

Tom too had forgotten Brad. He kissed her ear and slid his lips lightly over her cheekbone to her lips. He nibbled her top lip for a second or two. When she did not object, Tom slid his tongue into her open mouth.

Melissa brought her arms up and ran her fingers through his hair. She loved his gentle kisses. But she wanted more. Hurry up, hurry up, she urged under her breath. She wanted him to do what Sally-Anne had spoken of so excitedly.

Tom took his time. He moved his hands up to lightly stroke around her neck and face. He kissed away the last vestige of a tear. He stiffened his tongue and worked it gently in her ear. Melissa wriggled her body and tossed her head from side to side to allow her ear to escape. She couldn’t believe how his kissing her ears had made her so excited. Oh hell, she whimperer, what’s happening to me, as her pussy grew moist. 

She could hear her little moans of pleasure. It was as though it was another person. Tom took her whole ear in his mouth. “Oh sweetheart that’s nice,” she cried when she felt Tom’s teeth nibble, graze and bite her.

She gasped as his mouth left her ear and moved down to nip teasingly on her shoulder. She moaned aloud as the tip of his tongue now flicked lightly over the area where his teeth had nipped a second before.

Tom looked around as he kissed along the top of her shoulders. The clock on the wall showed that it was more than 15 minutes since he had closed the store. 

At first Melissa had relaxed and let him kiss her. Now she was actively kissing him back, her hands pulling him to her. Tom had very little experience as a lover. He was overwhelmed by the sights and scents of what he had already seen of Melissa body. 

Most of his previous dates had never let him reach a stage where they might let him remove their clothes. He had pushed Edna Bright’s bra up and sucked her breasts one night, but she never dated him again.

Sally Anne had shed her shirt as soon as they reached her bed room. Tom hadn’t until now, even checked Melissa’s clothing to see how it could be removed. 

He tried quietly to remove her top, or at least free her breasts. He stopped as soon as she moved. Bloody hell I hope she doesn’t get angry, he thought as she sat up.

Melissa had been carried away by the feelings Tom’s lips were creating. She felt his hands as they tried to roll up her top. She smiled as she realized what a mess he was making of it. He’ll be all bloody night, she said to herself as she decided he needed help. 

She whispered. “Careful lover take it easy,” as she sat up and rolled her tank top up over her breasts. Tom watched his breath growing louder as she slipped her hands behind her back and undid her bra. It was his turn to gasp as he felt his prick lurch. There before his eyes were Melissa’s breasts and their long pinkish nipples.

Tom wet his lips with his tongue, as the top of Melissa’s body came into view. Her skin was a light tan colour except for the white area that had been covered from the sun by an obviously very tiny bikini top. 

His eyes were drawn to that small white area that covered about half of her hard breasts. That white patch drew his attention again and again to her dark brown aureoles and the lighter pinkish nipples that stood out light lighthouse beacons. 

Tom couldn’t contain himself, “Everything about you is wonderful, you’re just fantastic,” he crooned. “I love your breasts and those long nipples. I’m going to kiss them.” He heard her groan. “Then I’m going to pretend I’m your baby and suck those nipples.”

If this was a new experience for Tom, it was a new but different experience for Melissa. She hung around in a crowd at school who were sexual active. She was no longer a virgin. Her experiences in the past had been with the jocks who didn’t ask what a girl wanted. They just thought it natural that she would want what they wanted. 

None of her dates had ever spent more than a few minutes kissing her before pushing up her bra and pinching and pulling her nipples. Tom was just now laying her back on the sofa and kissing along the swell of her breast what seemed ages after he first kissed her. 

She had never before experienced such a build up of feeling, such anticipation and yet frustration at his slow progress. There was a funny feeling in her stomach, her mouth was dry, her pussy was wet, and she was breathing heavy. She waited anxiously to see what Tom would do next.




Tom's First Ch. 02



She felt him move and pushed herself up into a sitting position to watch. His mouth and tongue ran ever so slowly around the edges of her aureole. “Oh hell!” she moaned, as she arched her back and pushed her chest forward, trying to guide his mouth to her nipple. 

Tom was in no hurry. His hands stroked her body. He loved the silky feel of her skin. He moved his mouth closer to her nipple, so he could blow on it and watch it tremble. 

Melissa felt his hot breath on her nipple and knew she was going to come. Her nipple tingled from the heat of his breath. Her pussy started to respond. She could feel little shudders starting in her stomach.

She squeezed her legs together as she felt the growing wetness in her panties and then down her leg. She lifted her back off the bed and pushed her pussy up at him, “Oh please Tom, please hurry,” she moaned.

Tom had started to kiss down over her rib cage to her waist, when he felt the first of a number of little shudders pass through Melissa’s body. He placed his hands under her back when she arched up to meet him, letting his fingers slide down her skirt on to her well rounded bottom. 

Tom was in his element. He loved every minute of his time kissing and playing with Melissa. He loved the growing feeling of anticipation filling his cock and balls. 

He kissed further and further down her body towards her now hot musky pussy. He decided immediately that he loved the sweet earthy smell of her pussy, and told her. “I love the sweet smell of your pussy.” 

He was sweating, panting as if for breath, as he stopped to let his nose savour her scent. His cock struggled hard to escape from the confines of his underwear. Yes, he thought, “I want to fuck you.” 

The urgency in his balls made him want to push her skirt up, slam her legs apart and fuck her. If I do, he thought, it will be over quickly. He tried to think of something to take his mind off Melissa. No matter what he tried, pussy took over.

He vividly remembered Sally-Anne’s pussy he had loved its scent, its smell of heat and passion. He remembered its taste and how that taste changed with her secretions. Most of all he loved the sight of her pussy. He loved the way it looked. He had been turned on by his first view of its excited outer lips. He had played with those lips with his fingers, his mouth and his tongue. Pushing his finger or tongue up from below to find her waiting clit, had left him with more than a little pre cum leaking from his cock. Yes he decided as he relived those memories, we’ll take our time. 

Melissa had never been so excited, so on fire in her life. When Tom asked could he remove her skirt she had undid the zip and lifted her bottom off the sofa. She watched him sit back on his haunches and slowly pull her skirt down.

She blushed as she saw Tom stare at her sopping wet panties. She groaned when she saw him lower his head to smell them, before sliding them off. Melissa didn’t know what to do. She was so hot so ready to let him do anything. Yet he sat for what seemed minutes looking at her pussy. 

Tom was struck once again by the contrast between her white skin that had been protected by her bikini and the dark smooth tan over the rest of her body. 

What a picture he thought as he looked at her white breasts and white pussy. Her dark aureoles and a tiny unshaven patch of hair above the top of her pussy stood out against her white skin. 

Melissa gasped, a wonderful feeling flooding her pussy as Tom ran his hands up along her legs. He slipped them inside her knees and slid them up to push her legs wide open. 

Then as she lay watching and waiting, he took his time as he again inspected her pussy. When he finished, he sat rubbing her inner thighs as he looked her in the eye and said. “It’s beautiful.”

Melissa couldn’t stand the tension any longer. She pushed her self up and grabbed his arms. ‘Oh Tom, for Christ’s sake come on. Fuck me. I can’t wait. I’m a bloody screaming mess. I need you in me.”

Tom felt her trembling and shaking in his arms. He kissed and licked her face, whispering in her ear. “I want to kiss your pussy; I want to make love to it with my tongue.” 

“Oh! no! no!” Melissa moaned, “Fuck me first. Please, don’t tease me any more.” Tom dropped down to kiss around her breasts as her hands and fists pummeled his back. “Now,” she cried. “Now.” He kissed on down over her belly button, leaving a trail of kisses until her reached her thigh. 

He gently rolled her over on her stomach and kissed her rear. Oh my God, not my arse, Melissa thought as she let him open her legs. She held her breath as she waited. She sighed, Oh hell he’s going to do it. She let that breath escape, when he kissed each cheek and licked along the curves of the cheeks of her arse. 

The muscles of her stomach tightened, as she felt him lick again along the cleft running down to her tight little hole. He seemed to know she would flinch at his touch; he waited, before he flicked his tongue around her arse hole.

Tom could feel the tension in Melissa. His prick jumped every time she moaned and wriggled under his tongue. Moving her up on the sofa, he once again turned her till she lay on her back. He saw her watching him as he licked his lips and thought of kissing that swampy pussy. 

His eyes kept returning to her pussy. He couldn’t believe how beautiful it was. Her long sexy legs were fantastic; they led his eyes to her magnificent thick outer pussy lips. Her leg muscles rippled as she shuddered at his touch. Tom loved running his hands up those long sexy legs, until he felt the heat of her pussy. 

Melissa didn’t know what was happening to her and she didn’t care. She had had two or three shuddering orgasms. She knew Tom was manipulating her body with his mouth and tongue. Her pussy was sopping wet, her breasts ached.

She wanted him so bad, she was crying from the need. She could feel that need in her pussy. It felt as though it was pulsating. It seemed to be oozing small amounts of fluid. She was becoming confused. She meant to say, do something. Thinking he could do anything to her and she wouldn’t care. When she spoke it came out, “Do anything.” She laughed as she listened to herself and called again out loud, “Do anything. You can do anything you want. I want you so bad I could scream.”

He moved between her legs and rubbed his cock wet with its own pre cum, up and down on her clit. She opened herself wide, as Tom gave in to her screams and moans and pushed his cock past the lips of her pussy. 

With one sure slow stroke Tom pushed it home. A shudder ran through Melissa body as she came immediately. “I knew that would happen,” she moaned as the ripples of her orgasm shook her body. “I told you. Oh Tom I told you, you wouldn’t listen. My nerves were so messed up, I had to have you,” she cried.

Tom was not finished. He started to stroke slowly pulling back until he nearly slipped out. Then thrusting back again, pushing slowly back into her warm wet pussy, until he could go no further.

Melissa settled down and started to move with Tom, as the feeling his cock was creating in her pussy, took over. 

Tom’s cock pulled out to the brink, its head caressing the mouth of her pussy. She moaned out loud as he started to move and she felt the top of its head rub her clit. 

Then as a tingle from her clit ran through her pussy, she tensed and waited for his cock to hit bottom. As she lay there, her legs wide panting for breath, she let his cock take over her pussy. She wrapped her legs around his back and urged him to go faster. “Come on,” she whispered, “Please Tom, please.”

Tom knew that would be a disaster and ignored her. He tried to maintain a steady rhythm, thrusting slowly until he could go no deeper, and then slowly pulling back, till he was on the verge of slipping out. The pressures building up in his own body with each slow full stroke, was testing his resolve.

Melissa shuddered each time he pushed back in from the brink until his cock filled her pussy. She felt an orgasm start to build; his pussy filling cock was all that she had wanted. She could not get enough. Every time he withdrew to the edge, she used her legs and her arms to drag him back.

All of a sudden it hit her. “Oh my God” she moaned through gritted teeth. “Oh shit here it comes.” She wrapped Tom tightly in her arms and legs and bit down on the closest thing, his ear.

That bite drew blood and sent Tom spiralling over the top. He emptied all the sperm developed after his 18 years of wanking, into her tight hot pussy, as his virgin status reached its expiry date.



Tom's First Ch. 03



Pussy was on Tom's mind as he walked to school. His oral evenings with the two of his school's most popular 19-year-old hotties, Sally-Anne and Melissa dominated his thoughts. 

He licked his lips and smiled as he thought how he had learned in two short episodes to love eating pussy. He loved the smell and taste of pussy. To feel a woman’s body jump and tremble as his tongue touched their clit was the ultimate turn on.

He had developed a heightened interest in women. Young women old women, fat women, thin women, blondes, brunettes, redheads it didn’t matter. 

He studied them all. He would watch them, looking beyond their breasts legs and bums, as he tried to picture their pussy lying open, shiny and wet after sex. 

I’m a bloody sex fiend, he thought, when he relieved the pressure on his balls in the mall toilet before going to work at the store. 

Tom wasn’t the only one having trouble coming to grips with reality after a night of heavy sex. 

Melissa couldn’t contain herself; she had to tell Juanita and Danni about Tom.

“I was begging him to fuck me,” she whispered, as they sat together in the coffee shop after school. “I can’t explain what his tongue and lips do, other than to say it’s bloody wonderful, so loving, so tantalizing. Yes that’s it tantalizing, that’s the word. He creates a feeling of anticipation as you seem to lay suspended waiting for him to do it. He doesn’t rush; he just kisses and touches you all over. He’s so bloody slow he drives you crazy.” 

Tom left the toilet and was heading for work when he spied Melissa and her friends. Melissa saw him coming, “There he is,” she whispered. 

Tom waved to them, and then stopped as his mobile rang. 

“Do you remember giving me your number at the company dance?” a husky voice asked quietly. You promised to take me dancing if I gave you a call.” 

Tom’s prick gave a lurch in his pants as he recalled giving his number to a six-foot-six redhead whose prominent thick lips so dominated her face, that all he could think of was kissing them. 

“My word I do,” he answered. ”I remember you.” He smiled as he thought how could I forget that round arse, those long legs, those hard pear shaped tits and those thick red lips. “Call me Dot,” she had said when he asked her to dance. 

Dorothy Schrader put on what she thought was her most sexy tone. “Well I am surprised; I thought with all those beautiful young girls at school you would have forgotten us oldies.”

Tom found it easy to be cheeky on the phone, “I might forget some of them but not you and those lips made for kissing. I can’t wait to get you alone.”

“That’s good.” Dorothy whispered. ”But I have a lady friend who would like to go dancing, can you handle two.” Depends on what you mean by handle he thought, but didn’t say, instead he responded. “It would be a lot better just you and me,” as he spied Melissa and the others watching and listening,

He moved away as Dorothy started to speak. “So would I, but remember I’m married. I work in the companies head office. I’m well known. I must be careful.”

Toms mind was racing ahead. She’s married, she wants to go out with me, and she said we must be careful, so she’s not telling her husband. Shit this sounds interesting and even a little dangerous.

Melissa and her friends were now watching him closely.

“Look I can’t talk now, I’m working this afternoon, can you ring me tonight?”

“I’ll try,” she whispered down the phone, her voice giving him a thrill.

“Give me your number and I’ll ring you,” Tom asked as he tried to hide his anxiety.

“I can`t, it`s too dangerous,”_ she whispered.

“Everyone answers our phone at home.”” In the silence he heard her sigh, “I`ll ring you,” she said as the phone went dead.

Shit I don’t want to miss this opportunity he thought.

The wives at the dance had made him realise that there could be a lot of available experienced pussy in the thirty to forty age group. 

Down at the store he had become more and more amazed at the number of women in that age group who responded quite positively to his good manners and his flirting.

Tom had spent hours trying to work out a fool proof way to get one of them to spend time alone with him.

Mrs Schrader was heaven sent; she wanted to go out with him. He grinned as he thought, she has a friend.

After exchanging small talk with Melissa he headed for work, where Molly was waiting. “Christine Barton that millionaire property developer was in here with the owners. She enquired about you.” Molly looked worried, “What have you been up to?” Tom wasn’t worried, “I don’t know I only met her once when I danced with her at the company function.”

He was packing Juanita Phillips mother’s bags when his mobile vibrated in his pocket. Mrs. Phillips was built wrong, she had very big saggy breasts, a fat belly and a large lumpy bum and yet Tom found her surprisingly sexy. He wondered as they worked together what her pussy would look like, would it be big and fat like the rest of her body. 

The store was full of customers when his mobile rang again; excusing himself he headed for the storeroom. 

"Hi it’s me," Dorothy Schrader said as he answered.

Tom couldn’t help himself, "My god you’ve got a terribly sexy telephone voice," he groaned as he looked around to see if anyone was close by. 

"Thank you, I’m glad you like it," she purred.

Her voice changed as she became more business like.

"When and where can we go dancing?" she asked. He mumbled about a few discos and a waltzing group down at the 50`s and over club.

“Christ we can’t go there!" she exclaimed. “It has to be more private.” “The only place where couples go with no questions asked, is that motel and night club out of town on the coast road.” he said. 

“There’s another bar down at the beach with canned music. Town folk don’t go there because it’s out of the way and it’s a hangout for the beach crowd.”

"The last one sounds interesting," she whispered.

"I’ll ring my girlfriend and get back to you." In the meantime I’ll give you my direct line to my office desk. I’m the only one who answers it. Don’t dare ring me at home," she said as she whispered goodbye and hung up. 

Tom spoke quietly to himself as he left the storeroom. “She’s hot to trot, she wants an out of the way spot and she has a friend. I wonder if there’s a chance of a threesome.”

Molly was waving him over. "Mrs. Barton’s back she’s down in gardening, you’d better go down and say good day."

Her fucking husband stole Sally-Anne, Tom thought as he made his way to gardening, wouldn’t it be great to score with his missus to get square.

Christine Barton was alone in the Topiary section. He gasped and licked his lips, her business suit did not hide her generous curves, and if anything it accentuated them.

My god, he thought, that is one great piece of arse.

She must have heard him for she turned quickly catching him as he licked his lips. _What are you staring at?" she asked. Remembering how she dismissed him at the dance with a curt keep your hands to yourself, he couldn’t help but answer, “Studying that fine arse that I got into trouble for stroking during our dance.”

Christine Barton knew her husband was squiring Sally-Anne Matheson around, she wasn’t angry she just thought he was a silly old bugger. Tom had excited her at the dance. She had recalled a dozen times since then how he had caressed her backside. 

She had no intention of making a fool of herself like her husband, but Tom was young and virile and obviously interested. The tingle in her pussy reminded her of how she used to enjoy a happy sex life.

She shook her head as she realized Tom was watching and waiting for an answer. “You didn’t get into trouble for stroking my backside. You got into trouble for doing it where people could get the wrong idea.”

"I’d like to do it again," he whispered as he looked her straight in the eye. “Next time I’d like to stroke more than your beautiful arse.”

"Oh would you now," she laughed, "We’ll see about that." She studied Tom closely. He makes me feel good she thought. He would be an interesting lover. 

Mrs Schrader mentally shook herself. My God what’s happening to me? What the hell am I doing in the garden shop at the market dreaming of a school boy lover? Her dreaming was interrupted when the store public address called for Tom to go to the check out area.

"I hope you come shopping again," Tom whispered as he leant over and kissed her on the cheek before leaving for the checkout.

"Thank God," Christine Barton thought as she made her way home. _That young bugger has got my measure. I’m acting like a kid. He’s made me sopping wet.

Dot and Toni after long telephone conversations met at the tennis club to discuss Tom. "I’m starting to get scared," Toni said when Dot mentioned the motel. 

"What are you scared of," Dot asked. “Tom won’t tell.

He’s young; we are probably the first older women who have taken an interest in him.” 

“From what your daughter and her mates were saying on the phone he loves to eat pussy. Well my husband is from the generation that never licked pussy and I want some. You told me that you keep dreaming of a night of raunchy sex with young Tom, so what’s the problem."

"Oh hell," Toni said. "I’m scared; I don’t want to ruin my marriage." I don’t want to be the talk of the town as that silly old woman who led a young boy astray. I want to go with you, but I can’t."

“Well I can.” Dot said. “I’m going to go dancing Tuesday night. That’s school parents and friends night, so we have an excuse to be out. Will you cover for me and say we went for coffee later, if you do I’ll have time to do it.”

Tom recognized Dots sexy purr as he answered. "Tuesday night lover," she whispered in that voice that stirred his prick. “Meet me at the motel. They have a three piece combo playing, it will be fun.”

Dot called Toni, "He’ll be there Tuesday night, and I’m going to book a room. Why don’t you sneak down and join us." "Oh Dot I really want to come,” Toni moaned. “For the first time in years I find myself walking around my kitchen with a wet pussy. I would really love to have someone kissing it.”

Toni rubbed between her legs. She had thought of nothing else all day. "Have you told him it’s only you, maybe one woman is enough, he might not like the idea of two." 

Dot burst out laughing “Do you know what you are saying woman? Every horny young man dreams of a threesome. He will walk over hot coals, if he thinks he can get two good looking women to join him in a motel room.”

Dot was right. Tom spent the day Tuesday dreaming and planning what he would do, or what he would like to happen at the motel. He had worn his good clothes to work. After work he freshened up in the change room and was five minutes early waiting in the car park when Dot arrived. 

"My God you’re beautiful," he said as he opened her car door. Because of her height she seemed to need to unwind to get out, in doing so she showed a large amount of leg. Dot took her time she knew he was staring at her legs and her silk panties. "Look but don’t touch," she whispered."

Tom held her hand as she straightened up. "Great legs," he said as he grinned, "but it’s those lips I remember most."

She took him by surprise leaning forward to kiss him on the cheek. “Is that so, if I remember correctly you were more interested in stroking bottoms at the dance.” 

Tom moved closer and put his arms around her, “Yes that’s true but now I want a real kiss.” He stood tip toe waiting as she made up her mind. Suddenly she kissed him. Her large full lips enclosed his mouth, her teeth grazing his excited tongue, in a kiss that made his toes curl in his shoes. 

Tom’s hands moved down her back and slipped her skirt up allowing his hands to rub the silk of her panties. 

"Steady," she whispered. “We are still in the car park; we don’t want to be seen. I booked a room and picked up the key this afternoon. Let me go first, you can follow in a few minutes.”

Juanita Phillips was running late tonight, she dropped her keys when she saw Tom Rock coming her way, "Is that you Tom?" She called.

Tom recognized Juanita and moved quickly. Picking up her keys he asked, "Where’s your car?" "I’ll walk with you just to be sure your safe." "Thanks Tom." Juanita responded as she desperately tried to think of something to say. All she could think of was “for hours” and she couldn’t say that.

Tom’s heart was beating fast. If Juanita had been a few minutes earlier she would have caught him and Mrs Schrader together.

At her car, he opened her door as she said, “I work here three nights a week, you can provide my security any night, just give me a ring." Tom leant in the window and gave her a peck on the cheek, "I just might do that." he whispered.

In the motel room Dot was pouring another drink from the mini bar, "Where the hell has he got to?" she moaned. 

Minutes passed, she looked at her watch I’d better go and see what`s happened, she thought as she downed her drink and headed for the door.

Tom had reached the door after making sure no one was around. He paused thinking, what will I do when I get inside. Do I grab her and kiss her. Do I ask her to come down to the dance? Will she just want to fuck or will she get cold feet.

His hand was reaching for the door handle when it opened and she stepped out virtually into his arms.

"Oh!" she whispered.

"Oh!" he moaned, as they looked at one and other.

“Oh hell, why not” she groaned as she moved to kiss him. Tom kicked the door shut as he met her advance; his arms slipped around her and pulled her to him as he gently kissed her lips.

Dot was not interested in gentle kisses. She opened her mouth and her tongue darted out. The taste and smell of whisky added to the fire in Tom’s balls as her kiss stirred him.

Not a word was said, both knew what they wanted.

She struggled to remove his shirt and trousers. He slipped her dress from her shoulders and let it slip.

They grunted and struggled together until their clothes were strewn around their feet.

Tom’s hand had moved quickly down her body. His fingers pushed her panties aside. 

Dot groaned as she felt him stroking the lips of her pussy. She gasped as she realized what he intended to do. He’s going to finger fuck me, her brain signalled as her body responded. 

She didn’t try to stop him, instead moving her legs wider as they stood inside the door kissing and struggling together.

Tom felt her legs move and marvelled when he sensed more room for his hand. He eased one finger down from near her clit to find the wet hole at the bottom of her pussy. 

He felt her body move and feeling no opposition, he quickly inserted a second finger hooking them up to touch the top inside of her now very wet pussy.

Dot’s groans grew louder finally converting to a low piercing wail as three fingers pushed their way into her throbbing pussy.

They had not moved far from the doorway of the motel room. She stood on one leg and swung the other up around him bringing her pussy higher. "Put it in," she cried, "put it in," as her hands sought his cock and fed it at her pussy.

She fell back towards the wall. Tom thrust up and in, grunting as he took some of her weight, before slamming her back, to hold her tight against the wall.

Pure lust drove them. They worked their bodies, their hands, their lips and their tongues; Tom came quickly jolting her body as he emptied his load.

He kissed away from her mouth as he felt the last of his come dribble into her pussy. He had come too quickly. He wanted to say something, but couldn`t think of any thing to say. 

He kissed along her neck noting the red lover’s bites he must have given her when he was coming. 

He licked those love bites and heard her moan as his hand slipped under her breast and held it up. “So soft,” he murmured as his brain registered that her breasts were soft compared with those of his younger girlfriends.

Her nipple was the longest he had experienced. When he licked around one and nibbled its end he felt Dot tremble deep in her pussy. 

Her moans grew louder as he continued to explore the tip of her nipple with his tongue, “Do you like that Mrs. Schrader?” he asked. 

“Oh my God lad, call me Dot when you’ve got your prick in my cunt. Are you turning yourself on with that Mrs Schrader nonsense?”

Dot had been disappointed when Tom came so quickly. Her disappointment vanished when to her surprise his cock did not shrink but stayed jammed in her cunt as he sucked on her nipple. 

His body was moving again, their position forcing her clit against his cock as it moved. She moaned out loud as a series of little shudders ran through her and her pussy juices joined his.

The feeling that ran through her body made her weak.

She was forced to lower her leg back to the floor as another tiny shudder shook her.

Tom’s lips and tongue were causing further turmoil as they worked on her nipples. She blinked back a tear of joy as she ran her hands through his hair. “That was lovely, very lovely,” she whispered.

Dot was overcome with Tom`s stamina she was used to a quick frustrating poke from her husband followed by a sloppy kiss on the cheek before he collapsed and was snoring within minutes. 

Tom hadn’t stopped. She held his head in her hands as he moved from one nipple to the other causing little tremors to erupt in her stomach. She moaned in anticipation as Tom dropped slowly to his knees all the while leaving a trail of kisses down her stomach and thigh.

She bucked when his tongue ran around the edge of her pussy. He mouthed her outer pussy lips, licking down and along, continuing on until his head was way between her legs. 

He paused as she waited, wondering where he would kiss her next. Even though she was waiting she was taken by surprise, when his tongue darted out and forced its way into the edge of her arsehole. 

Her heart was beating wildly it sounded like a drum.

Her breathing sounded heavy to her ears as she sighed and lay back relaxing while his tongue licked around her arse.

She jumped when a finger pushed up unexpectedly into her pussy. She cried out as her legs squeezed around his ears and she felt a dribble of cum escape.

Tom was enjoying the way Dot responded to his kisses.

He kissed his way back to her pussy to find it very very wet, his tongue making slurping sounds as he sucked her pussy lips clean.

Then his tongue encountered her clit. My God it was like a little cock. It stood out waiting to be kissed.

He licked it. To his delight he was forced back on his haunches when she bucked forward, her body hitting his face.

The violence of her reaction intrigued him. He thought that it was probably a one off thing as though he had hit a nerve. This time he leant forward and took her clit gently in his teeth caressing it lightly with his tongue. 

Dot went wild.

Her body slammed into his face as she shuddered and came. Her hands grabbed his head and pulled his face tight into her cunt making him struggle to breathe.

Tom took two handfuls of her soft arse and pulled her back, forcing her to give him room. When she did, he licked up her cunt from top to bottom circling her large clit. She came again this time not so violently.

Her body bucked then subsided, then bucked again and again as little dribbles of come wet his tongue.

Dorothy Schrader knew she had lost control, their combined moisture was running down her legs, her breath coming in short noisy gasps, her nipples hurt, she could hear the wild beating of her heart.

“Oh hell.” she moaned as she felt Tom’s tongue lick up and down her cunt once more.

“Oh my God, no more, no more,” she cried as she grabbed a handful of his hair and wrenched his face from between her legs.

Tom looked up, her come over his lips and chin, “what’s up?” He cried. 




Tom's First Ch. 03



“What’s up?” she moaned. “Oh Tommy Rock, I love what your doing but I can’t take any more.”

She let her body slide down the wall until they both lay in the hall.

“Help me up love, I’m fucked” she whispered.



Tom's First Ch. 04



Dot had been a bundle of nerves all night long. She had slept beside her husband and wondered if he could tell, or maybe even smell that she had had sex before she came home. In the morning as she showered she thought of young Tom. He had been more than she expected. Her body still trembled when she though of his kisses and his cock that had filled her pussy so full she thought it would burst.

She scrubbed her body hard but could not remove at least from her nostrils the sweet smell of sex, or was it the scent of him. Driving to work she wriggled and twisted until she let her hand drop to rub her pussy through her clothes. 

At work Dot found it hard to concentrate on her job. She wanted to ring Tom but knew he was in school. “I just need to talk to him.” she told herself over and over whenever she looked at the phone. 

She squirmed as she recalled how he licked around her pussy then along and in between her thighs. She wriggled in her seat pushing her legs under the desk, so no one could see what she was doing. 

Even now she could feel his mouth nibbling, his tongue licking along her pussy both inside and outside. She shook her head and groaned as she recalled how he licked the outer lips first. She shivered as she remembered how he kissed then, before sucking them into his mouth. She rubbed herself under her clothes as the memories flooded back His tongue and lips had caressed her so gently they had created a rising heat in her body. Their touch was so light that she could hardly feel it. She rubbed her pussy and smiled as she recalled how without warning his tongue invaded her pussy. 

Two or three people dropped into her office, but she could not recall what they wanted. Her mind was awash with memories of her night in the motel. 

Next time I will be more prepared, she mused as she fingered her pussy under her desk. I want him on a bed, where I can watch what he is doing. He makes it so obvious that he loves my pussy that I want to watch. I want to see the look on his face, feel his hot breath as he loves my pussy.

Dot caught the eye of a workmate who was watching her closely through the plate glass petition that divided their offices. She left her desk and moved in to her private washroom. Closing the door she slumped on the toilet. Her legs pushed apart by her hands, jammed against the toilets side walls as she ran her fingers in circles over her clit.

“Oh my god,” she moaned as her heart thumped and her juices flowed.

Back in her office she rang Toni Tracey. “I had such a wonderful time I can’t think of anything else. I even dreamt about Tom last might. I’ve been wet all morning.” It was so exciting, I want to do it again tonight or this afternoon or whenever we can get free.” 

Toni was over whelmed by Dot’s rush of words and obvious passion for young Tom Shit he must be good she thought. She spoke as loud as she could with out shouting “Settle down, your sounding a little crazy.”

“Well I am crazy I never thought I could want some one so much, that I can’t think of any thing else.”

Toni was breathing heavy as she encouraged Dot to tell her once more every detail of lasts nights’ adventure with young Tom. 

She gasped as Dot described how she had become scared, when Tom didn’t follow her immediately into the motel room. “He took a long time coming in from the car park. I started to get cold feet. You worry that something has gone wrong, your sex drive disappears and worry takes over. Then all of a sudden he was there and all my worries disappeared. Especially when he stripped my clothes from my body, it was so quick so deliciously wrong.”

“It was awesome. I can’t begin to tell you what he did to me.” Dot whispered down the phone. “Oh how I wish you had been there,” she moaned. I `m going to meet him again, and I want you to come next time.” 

When Toni didn’t reply, she stopped and asked, “Are you touching yourself.”

Only a moan came from the other end of the phone. “Good because I am too,” 

“My god Toni it was just so marvellous to be fucked by a young hard body, so urgent, so vigorous, he just kept going. If it wasn’t his cock it was his tongue .My pussy was full for hours. His stamina made it so different from married sex with that lazy bloody husband of mime.” 

“You know I’ve thought about it. It’s not just sex. It’s being wanted. After years of marriage your partner treats you like a possession he knows its there. He doesn’t get excited at the prospect that you might let him. You can tell young Tom’s perpetually excited; you can see his mouth watering feel his enthusiasm. He wants you; he’ll do anything to get into your pussy. He really makes love to it. You feel loved, you feel needed and there’s the added excitement of the possibility of getting caught. Add that all up and that’s what’s different. That’s what makes it so exciting.”

When Toni just groaned into the phone, Dot continued. “I can’t believe his tongue, he used it in such a way, that I believed him when he said, he loved my pussy. Remembering his gentle licking and sucking woke me up throughout the night. Each time I woke I was wet through.”

“It was so exciting I am going to do it again. I can’t stop now.”

Tom’s thoughts kept returning to Dot and their night in the motel. He licked his lips as he sat listening to Mrs Nelson in Biology class. I had the worlds best biology lesson last night he thought as he rubbed the tent in his pants. 

Mrs Nelson a forty two year old divorcee liked Tom. She had a good, but not great body. She wasn’t a babe but probably would have been a few years ago. She was surprised when Tom stared at her then licked his lips and rubbed his bulge. My god, she thought, he’s signalling a sexual interest, and he’s coming on to me. 

Nancy Nelson had led a quiet sex life since her divorce. She knew she was good looking. I’m short full bodied and sexy; she told herself when she looked in the mirror. Enough men tried to hit on her to confirm her judgement of herself. The available local single men her age were pretty gross, so she had resorted to reading erotic literature on the internet. In the last day or two she had been reading mature stories where older women sought younger partners.

Noting Tom’s stare she looked back at him. Remembering a story she had read last night, she winked then turned to bend over her bench in front of him to pick up some papers. 

Tom sat up when Mrs Nelson winked. He studied her nicely rounded bottom when she bent in front of him. She’s teasing me he thought when he spied her looking back at him behind a pile of papers. Well two can play that game. He licked his lips, “Very nice,” he whispered just loud enough for her to hear. 

Shit, Tom thought, what am I doing. I have a married lover, I have two girlfriends and I’m flirting with my teacher. I really am turning into a sex fiend. Then he licked his lips again and studied her body more closely. Christ she’s got a great body he thought, I wonder whether she would like her pussy licked. The class bell cut short his thoughts, but he made sure to catch her eye and wink as he left the room. 

He was horny now after that little flirting session With Mrs Nelson. He had tried before to ring Dot, but Melissa and her friends hardly left his side during recesses. He escaped and tried again on her direct line.

“I’ll ring you back, I’ve got a call waiting,” Dot said as she finished talking to Toni and hung up.

She gave a sigh of relief when she answered the waiting call. “Can you talk?” Tom asked, his voice showing his excitement

“I’ve borrowed an office mobile so ring me on this number it’s safer,” she whispered. 

They both spoke at once when she answered the mobile. “I’ve been horny all day,” she told Tom. “I wanted to ring but knew that you should be in class.”

“Well I’ve slipped away to see you;” Tom replied. “If you sneak away for a half an hour, we could meet down in the botanical gardens on the river bank near your office.”

“Oh no! I couldn’t do that,” she responded quickly. 

“I want to kiss you and touch you,” Tom whispered. “There’s a little boat house owned by the school, I can get the key, I row in the fours.”

She hesitated just for a minute or two. “Please come,” he whispered. “Don’t wear your panties or bra, I want to kiss you.” 

“Oh hell people would notice,” she moaned. “No they won’t, just slip them off in your office before you leave. I won’t embarrass you I promise. I just want to kiss you.”

Sensing that she was going to eventually agree, he decided to push her into action. “I’ll leave now. I’ll ring your mobile in about five minutes when I get there. I’ll leave the door ajar and wait inside.” 

Dot was talking to the accountant when her mobile rang. “I’m waiting.” Tom whispered.

Tom smiled when he heard her say before the link went, “I have to go out for half an hour, I’ll fix that up as soon as I get back.”

“She’s coming,” he cried as he danced around looking for places where they would have room.

Dot was full of nerves, she felt as though everyone was looking at her. She was naked under her blouse and skirt having removed all but her garter belt and stockings. They would notice if after coming to work for years wearing black stockings, I suddenly took them off and went out with out them, she told Tom later.

Only a few couples sat on seats along the path to the boathouse. As she drew near she felt more comfortable. The couples were kissing and were making sure she could not see their faces. Their cheating, she thought as she quickened her step and slipped up the path.

He had heard her coming and stood inside the door bare chested.

Dot squeezed through the half opened door and heard it closed and locked behind her.

She gasped when she turned around to find Tom closing the door. He had undone his fly and left his cock jutting out through his underpants like an old warships cannon.

“Kiss me,” he growled as she leant down so Tom could reach her lips. At the same time she reached for his cock. “Careful love,” he cried “it’s already leaking. Let me get your clothes off, we don’t want come stains on them when you go back to work.”

He stripped of her skirt and blouse and stepped back, “my god your pussy is magnificent. I love the way you have left it natural. It’s far nicer than a shaved hairless one.” He pushed her back against the work table and lifted her till she sat up on it. Dropping to his knees he held her knees and moved her legs wide.

She watched him run his tongue up the inside of her leg. She quivered in anticipation as his mouth moved slowly to the lips of her pussy. His hands held her bottom, one fingering her arse. He lifted her and slowly pulled her forward on the work table so his tongue could reach deep in her pussy and his finger could worm its way into her back passage. 

Tom knew they didn’t have a lot of time, but he wanted to lick her clit until she came. He found the ability to make a woman come just with his tongue one of the greatest turn ons. As Dot started to moan and squirm, his cock grew fatter and in some way longer. His balls grew larger and the sack seemed to fill up. Her bodies reaction to his tongue would bring him to an orgasm, if he was nor careful.

He knew from last night that the insertion of one and then two fingers into her pussy while he licked and sucked her clit would bring her closer and closer to coming.

His fingers worked on her pussy, fucking as though they were a cock, while his other hand teased her arsehole. He rimmed around the edge gradually pushing a little further and further until it was in as far as he could reach.

Dot flinched when his finger was finally fully embedded in her arse. She could feel his fingers in her pussy and arse rubbing together separated only by a thin piece of her flesh. His tongue had stirred her clit until it stood out tender to touch but wanting more. She lay back as tiny shudders started to build in her stomach. “Oh Tom don’t stop darling I’m coming, I’m coming,” she groaned,

She came with a jolt. Her body jumped, and then settled, only to jump again and again as she felt as though she would faint. 

She lay for a minute panting before lifting her head to look down at Tom who was still licking her pussy. “You didn’t come,” she moaned. “No but I don’t have to come to be happy,” he whispered back.

“I want you to come,” she moaned as she lifted his head away from her thighs. “Can I kiss it?” She asked. 

Tom had never had a blow job; Dot had never given anyone a blow job. Her university days were ending when blow jobs became an essential part of a college girl’s skill. They both became excited struggling to find a position where there was room. Finally Tom stood while Dot sat on the floor between his legs reaching up to hold his cock, her hands caressing it. “Oh hell” Tom cried, “be bloody careful I won’t need much, I’m so bloody hot from kissing your beautiful pussy.” 

Dot looked up at Tom, “You have a beautiful cock.” Before he could respond she filled her mouth with saliva and transfer it to the head of Tom’s highly excited cock. “Oh god,” Tom moaned as her tongue licked around the head. She took just the head into her mouth and seemed to suck it slightly before pulling her head back to look up at him. “You like?” she asked.

“Like it, I bloody love it,” he cried as he tried to push more down her throat. She held him by the balls, “steady lover,” she whispered, “I haven’t done this before give me time to get used to it.” She moved her mouth steadily, mostly concentrating on the tip and the head. Her hand clasped his cock lightly and moved it in sync with her mouth.

“Can you feel the tension building?” he asked as she again mouthed the head while her hands massage his balls.

“Oh yes, I am sure you could transfer all of your feelings through your cock to my mouth,” she moaned. “I can tell what’s happening to your body, but I can’t tell what you’re thinking. Talk to me, reassure me that I’m not just a slut meeting you like this.” 

She kept looking up at him. Time and time again her eyes asked the question. Tom spoke to her quietly until his voice trembled and grew louder. “Oh hell, take it out if you don’t want come in your mouth” he cried.

“I want it,” she cried as she sucked hard on his cock head and then licked up and down its length.

“Put it back,” he cried as his come started to spurt. 

“Oh my god that’s lovely” she groaned as his body shuddered and came. She was surprised at the amount, Surprised at the force of his ejaculation. Her brain registered that it tasted fine, sticky and sweet. 

Her mouth was awash with come and saliva when he pulled her up and kissed her. “I’ve never tasted my come before but I love that taste,” he said as he laughed and licked his lips. 

“I don’t know how to judge blow jobs because that was my first. In fact our first, but if they get any better than that I’d like to have it.”

He kissed her again, licking his cum from the corner of her mouth “thank you for treating me to my first blow job,” 

“Your welcome, come again,” she giggled, and he did 

.

Toni laid on her bed her body cool from her shower. She had showered as soon as Dot finished telling her of her night at the motel.

She had stood under the cold shower and washed her sloppy wet pussy, removing any evidence of the mind blowing orgasms she had given herself with her fingers, while Dot purred all the details down the phone. 

The cold shower had not worked. She was wet again, she imagined Tom doing to her what Dot had so frantically described. “Fuck it,” she moaned “I should have gone, why was I such a bloody chicken?” 

She rolled over and answered her mobile, it was Dot again. “You won’t believe what I’ve just done” she whispered. “I just gave Tom his first blow job.”

“You what?” Toni gasped 

“I gave Tom a blow job down at the school boat shed in the botanical gardens.

He rang me and asked me to meet him. My god it was exciting, he told me not to wear panties or bra.” 

“You didn’t,” Toni groaned. 

“I did, I took them off put them in my hand bag and left them in the office. It was wonderful parading down the Mall and the best part was no one knew.”

Toni became excited. “I’ve been a bloody wimp, I’ve got to have some of that, organise him for tonight or whenever. I’ll be ready just get him.” 

Dot told Toni she would try. She didn’t need any urging, she couldn’t wait to get Tom in the motel again. 

The feeling was mutual he had found her mature body more accommodating, more sexually aware, more interesting, than either of the two more beautiful young ladies he had loved previously.

Tom remembered to tell Dot when they spoke for the third time that evening of his encounter with Juanita Phillips in the motel car park. “Find out which three nights she works?” Dot ordered after recovering from the shock of possible discovery.

Tom talked to Juanita and promised to escort her home after work one night this week. He rang Dot, “tonight’s ok, she works tomorrow and the next night.”

“Tonight it is big fellow,” she said before she rang Toni and they compared alibis.

Toni arrived first. She waited in her car under the fig tree in the lane next to the motel. She had spent all afternoon shaving her legs and oiling and pampering her body, ready to fire the imagination of young Tom. During the afternoon her fingers continually returned to her clit creating little orgasms, as she dreamt up every possible scenario for the evening with Tom and Dot.

She jumped when Dot knocked on her car window, “stop dreaming” Dot laughed, “Tom will be a few minutes late, let’s get inside.” 

In the motel room Toni started to get cold feet. “oh shit, Dot I don’t know about this, I’m bloody worried.”

Dot put her arm around Toni, “there’s nothing to worry about, we’re inside no one can see us and no one knows, so relax.” She straightened her hair in the mirror, “Just think in a few minutes time Tom will be here, he’ll make your most erotic pussy sucking dreams come true.”

“What if he doesn’t like me?” Toni moaned.

Dot responded angrirly, “Bloody hell you’ve got a body men would die to have in their bed. He’ll want you, I just hope he’ll still want me when he spies you,” Dot said with a wry grin.

A knock on the door sent Toni scurrying to the bathroom. “Leave that door open,” Dot said as she turned the main light off and left only one bedside light burning.

Tom stood outside waiting until Dot opened the door. He slipped his arm around her and kissed her on the neck as he slid inside the room. Dot was surprised at Tom’s kisses. After last night in this room, and today at the boat house she thought he may have lost some of his intensity. She quickly forgot that idea as his lips moved over her neck and chest and his hands squeezed her bum. 

“My god Tom you’re horny, you haven’t even taken time to say good evening,” she cried as she bent to kiss him and said, “Good evening lover.” 

Tom laughed kissing her on the lips he said, “good evening lips.” Kissing her neck, “good evening neck.” Holding her breasts in her dress he kissed them through the fabric, “good evening boobs.” 

He dropped to his knees lifting her dress to kiss her legs, “good evening legs.” His hands moved to pull her pants down. “No pants!” he gasped as he buried his head between her legs. He kissed her pussy longingly, “good evening pussy, good evening clit.”

Twisting her body in his hands he crooned, “good evening arse,” as his tongue rimmed her arsehole. Turning her back his mouth returned to her pussy, “good evening lover,” he said as he looked up at her, before sinking his mouth to suck on her pussy lips.

Dot groaned out loud as Tom`s tongue licked her pussy from bottom to top. He immediately dropped into a rhythm that had her body responding quickly. One finger playfully sought her arse hole whilst the other hand ran around under his chin touching her pussy lips. She shuddered and groaned out loud, when his fingers pushed into her pussy, stopping at the entrance before wriggling his up turned finger deeper and deeper. 




Tom's First Ch. 04



In the bathroom Toni had pushed the door ajar to watch Tom enter the motel room. Her nipple tingled and her pussy became wet when she saw how quickly he had sunk to his knees, with his head working on Dot’s pussy. 

Her throat went dry as she stripped away her short summer dress and slipped her panties down stepping out of them and kicking them away with her shiny black stilettos.

She studied her body in the bathroom mirror, my tits are a little large she thought, as she ran her hands over her flat stomach and let them drop to her gleaming pussy. All worry about being caught had disappeared. The action she was witnessing as Dot moaned and groaned under Tom’s tongues attack, made being caught the last thing on her mind. 

Dot caught Toni’s movement out the corner of her eye and beckoned her to leave the bathroom and join them. 

Tom will be over the moon she thought, as she marvelled at the perfection of Toni’s mature body.

Tom felt Dot’s movements but took no notice as he took her enlarged clit lightly in his teeth and pulled it ever so gently. Dot had been shuddering with little orgasms but now she seemed more composed. He stepped up his gentle attack on her pussy but felt her change. Dot of course was urging Toni closer. When Toni stood a few feet away she took Tom’s head in her hands, “I have something for you lover,” she whispered. 

Tom still on his knees looked up at Dot enquiringly. 

She turned his head until Toni came into his view. He gasped “Mrs Tracey’ as her naked body filled his view and his thoughts. “Oh my god aren’t you the most beautiful thing,” he said as he crawled across the floor on his knees and reached for her.

His hands went around her hips and pulled her towards him. His tongue was extended as far as it could go, waiting for her to come close. Toni felt his hands on her butt and his fingers moving front and back, but her eyes were on his mouth and tongue. She watched him stick his tongue out and lick his lips before she felt his hot breath on her belly just above her pussy. 

Then his mouth closed over her pussy lips and seemed to try to devour them. He was, she thought, chewing my pussy, but it didn’t hurt, in fact it was just the opposite and she came immediately. “Oh shit,” she whispered very quietly as she felt her juices start to flow and little jolts hit her body. So quick she thought, so beautiful, her hands coming up to grab his ears as she came again. 

Tom could not believe that Dots friend was Toni Tracey. He had perved on her in her tennis and Gym outfits at the supermarket. On more than one occasion after helping her with her shopping, he had been forced to go to the men’s room to relieve the pressure on his balls. 

Now here she was naked, in a motel room in his arms, her pussy in his mouth. 

He breathed in and smelt her excitement; her smell was different to Dots. Her taste as he felt her come was different to Dot. 

Comparing Toni with Dot made him conscious that Dot had not gone away. She too had slumped down on the floor and was kissing and stroking his back working her way towards his arsehole. When Dot spied him watching she moved to pinch his nipples making him flinch and jump.

“Fuck her Tom,” she cried out loud, “fuck her.”

She jumped up and stood behind Toni, “Fuck her now; I want to watch you fuck her.”

Toms cock had never been harder. Dots demand that he fuck Toni so she could watch, made it harder still. He heard Toni moan and felt her shudder again.

A thrill went through Toni’s body as she heard Dot’s demand that Tom fuck her. Dot wants to watch, she thought as her body again released more of her juices. Her minds first reaction was against Dot watching, but her body had responded positively. She felt hotter and hornier than she had ever felt in her life. Toms tongue had made her so horny that he could do what he liked, she was his. She cried out loud, “fuck me Tom, let her watch, come on fuck me.” 

Dot laid Toni on the bed. She placed cushions under her hips. When Toni looked up Dot said, “don’t worry I want him to keep his feet on the floor, he’ll get more purchase.” Tom didn’t wait for further explanations. He lowered his cock to the entrance of Toni’s sopping wet pussy and slowly ran it up and down Toni’s hot wet channel.

He concentrated on making his prick touch her little clit that now stood out clearly. It was not as big as Dot’s but seemed more sensitive, for Toni’s belly flinched and moved every time his cock head grazed it.

Toni lay back on the bed. She had never had a man and a woman sexually manipulate her body and had never even thought of the idea. But here she was a happily married woman, laying back in a strange motel room waiting and watching in anticipation, while her tennis friend and a young student prepared her body for fucking. 

Dot sat beside the bed and started to kiss Toni’s shoulders and neck. “Don’t worry” she said as Toni’s body jumped in response to Tom’s cock toying with her clit. 

“Oh,” Toni sighed as Tom finally after minutes of teasing let the head of his substantial cock enter her pussy. She groaned; “Don’t” when he immediately pulled it out. She moaned with pleasure when his cock again pushed in, this time going just a little further. 

He kept this up time and time again until she could stand no more. She moaned, “stop teasing me,” and grabbed his hips pulling him deep into her sloppy pussy. She smiled as she heard Tom’s grunt of satisfaction. “Oh that’s lovely,” he moaned.

Now he started to move, urging her to move with him until they struck a rhythm that allowed them to go faster and faster. She could feel his big cock rubbing the side walls and hitting the back of her pussy. They were grunting and groaning, their bodies slapping together, their breathing getting louder, as their passion rose higher and higher.

Suddenly a finger wriggled its way between their bodies and found her clit. It was Dot; she moved her hand in circles, her finger pushed down hard on Toni’s clit by the pounding of Tom’s body. 

It was only there a minute before Tom felt Toni’s body respond. 

“I’m going to come” she cried “I’m going to come” as a heavy jolt hit her body. She wrapped her legs up around Toms back and was surprised to see her stilettos swinging in the air. 

The decadence of her dancing stilettos swinging above Toms back while she lay and was pounded by his cock pushed her orgasm to the greatest heights she had ever experienced. 

Her jolting had alerted Tom, whose body responded. His legs straightened and his breath became ragged before his body slumped on hers. Tom heard Dot grunting, she too was coming as her hand slipped away. 

Dot bought a wet cloth from the bathroom and proceeded to mop the sweat from their bodies. Her hand lingered on Tom’s arse, her finger pushing in and withdrawing from his arsehole. He grabbed her and kissed her hard, “thank you.” he whispered.

His prick still in Toni’s pussy started to respond to Dots kisses. “Do her again,” Dot growled as she pulled from his arms, “Fuck her,” she ordered.

Tom pushed himself up until he could look down at Toni`s flushed face. “You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamt of fucking you,” he told her. 

I wish I had known, you’re wonderful,” she replied. “I’m glad I came.”

“So am I,” Tom said as he slipped his arm around Dot. “If it wasn’t for Dot I would never had dreamed of laying a finger on you. For that matter while I was cheeky and flirted with Dot at the dance, I never thought in my wildest dreams that she would let me fuck her. 

He kissed Dot, “she’s got the greatest pair of kissable lips,” he crooned, “they were the first thing I noticed about her. This afternoon in the boatshed those lips did things to my cock that I’ll never forget.”

While they talked together he had been moving his cock lazily in her pussy. He ran his hand down over her belly until he found her hard little clit. His fingers played with it causing a change in her breathing .She started to moan as Tom felt little shudders hitting her belly. Her cunt walls closed on his cock and massaged and milked it. He grinned when he realised that she had been quietly fucking while talking to Dot. It was too much; his balls unleashed a torrent of come that flooded out of his cock into her pussy, as he slumped down on her body. 

He laid there for minutes before easing himself up to let his cock slip out of her now very wet cunt. Dot dropped her head and started to lick him clean. “Taste your pussy,” she smiled to Toni, leaning forward to kiss her and slip her tongue in to Toni’s mouth. Toni struggled for a minute, and then relaxed as she felt Tom’s mouth return to her clit.

“Oh shit,” she said, “I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

Dot lifted her head from where she was sucking Toms rapidly enlarging cock. “We’ve only just started,” she laughed. Wait until we have him for a whole night or a weekend, then you’ll know what heaven really is my girl.”



Tom's First



Sally-Anne was moaning as he kissed her, clearly enjoying him mouth. But to Tom’s dismay her hands kept reaching for his limp prick. To keep her away from his limp dick, he decided to perform oral sex...although he’d never done it before. He wasn’t even sure if he’d like it.

As Tom worked out what he would do to distract her from his now semi-hard prick, he kissed her slowly and let his tongue tease hers. When he felt her tongue urgently seeking his, he teasingly slipped away. Sally-Anne groaned, her hands grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth back to hers. 

That’s it he decided. I have to make her want my kisses. Kissing down her neck, he stopped short of her nipples. He felt her body stiffen in anticipation of his mouth reaching those nipples. Tom decided to keep her waiting and not go near them immediately. Instead he licked the valley between her breasts, then along under those hard firm globes in long licks, like eating an ice cream. “Oh that’s lovely,” she moaned, as Tom’s lips again sought her nipples. His tongue ran around her aureoles ever so lightly, causing a ripple of intense delight to move through her body. She jumped when his other hand surprised her, by lightly squeezing her other nipple. 

She loved the attention Tom lips and mouth were paying to her body. No one had ever taken so long, teasing her into wanting more and more of his kisses.Boys just mauled your tits as soon as they could get your bra open. They wanted a blow job, or your pants off. A quick fuck, then a smoke and they’d leave. 

What’s happening to me tonight, and why are my nipples so sensitive? She was squirming at his touch. 

Tom felt her relax and led her over to lay her on the bed. He continued to kiss and suck her nipples. They now seemed even larger and jutted straight up and out.

He could tell they had become more sensitive by the intensity of the shudders that shook her, when ever his tongue flicked the very end of a nipple.

Tom was now very hard, he felt Sally-Anne hand creep down and hold him tight. He still wasn’t ready to fuck. He knew that Sally-Anne was experienced and that she would tell her group about him. 

“Not now, I’ll come to quick. If I wait a while I may last longer,” he reasoned, as he rolled her on her side. 

Sally-Anne trembled when his tongue ran along her backbone down to the cheek of her arse. She moaned as he did it again and again.His lips were moving, following the trail of her backbone down until his tongue was in the cleft of arse.

“Oh yes!” she cried. As she tried to push her body up so her arse was closer to his mouth. She could feel the tension building in her finger tips and her toes. “Lovely,” she moaned quietly. 

Sally-Anne’s experience was that boys didn’t like to go down on girls. One or two of her dates had just said no way, while only one had briefly kissed her pussy. 

Tom was dwelling around her arsehole, not licking it, but teasing just the same. She wondered if he would lick her there, or suck her pussy? She squeezed her legs together as she felt some of her juice escaping and running down her leg. 

Tom had spent some time in the medical section of the college library reading about a woman’s body. He knew all the medical terms, vagina, clitoris, vulva, and urethra. He had read about the little hood that covered the clit, but this was the first time he had got close to one. 

He smiled as he rolled Sally-Anne over on her back; Kissing round her tight, puckered arsehole had made his prick buck with excitement. Before he could change his mind, he slipped his tongue down wriggling it, trying to enter her tight little rear. 

For the first time he spoke aloud, “You’re beautiful, he whispered. “Very beautiful.” 

Sally-Anne was in a state of complete bliss. “My god” she said “I love your tongue its fantastic.”

Then as he moved down her body, he sucked on her big toe. She sat up and looked at him. “What are you going to do now?” she cried.

“Just kiss you,” Tom whispered, as he started to work his way up her leg to her knee. She sat and watched as his mouth kissed along the insides of her legs. 

She moved her legs wider apart, her body urging him to hurry up as her anticipation grew. She couldn’t believe she’d blushed as she felt his mouth reach some of her leaking juices.

Tom’s eyes were now focussed on his first pussy. He could smell what he thought was her arousal. He could taste her come. He loved the sight of it.

Sally-Anne pushed her arms back so she could raise her head high enough to watch. She wanted to scream hurry, as she watched his tongue finally reach her aching pussy. She raised her hips and pushed her pussy forward, begging him to eat her.

Tom, unaware of her turmoil was enjoying this first close up of a real live hot pussy. He licked around the outside then along its lips, keeping away from her clit. He placed a finger at the bottom of her pussy and eased it in ever so slowly, enjoying the sensation of his finger entering its first tight warm pussy.

One flick of his tongue caressed her clit and she shuddered. She tried to hold back but gave in as his tongue did it again. “Oh shit,” she cried, “I’m coming.”

Little shudders hit her body; she arched her back shoving her body hard against his face. She shook her head from side to side as she heard the noises emanating from her own body.

Tom felt Sally-Anne coming. He pushed his finger deeper and twisted it around as her legs bucked and her groans grew louder. “That’s wonderful,” he whispered. For the first time Tom watched a woman’s pussy pulse, opening and closing, clenching on his finger, as she cried out and came. 

Sally-Anne fell back on the bed her mind in turmoil. “I have never come like that before,” she whispered. “That was awesome.” 

Tom wanted to take his time and study her pussy. He gripped her legs and lifted them up pushing them apart. Her wet and shiny pussy lips now lay open to his gaze. “It’s bloody beautiful,” he said, as he showered it with little kisses.

He ran his hands under the curves of her backside and lifted her up so he could use his tongue like a cock. She moaned her appreciation as his hot tongue slid in and out of her warm, wet hole.

Tom was on fire as he fingered her tiny arsehole. It was wet with her leaking come, making it easy for his finger to just ease in the tiniest fraction.

Sally-Anne felt his kisses. Her heart seemed to slow, as she waited on pins and needles to find out what he would do. She never thought for one minute of stopping him. He could do what he like as far as she was concerned. She was his toy.

Tom was licking around her clit, at first he seemed to be licking in circles, his tongue playing with it. Then he seemed to make up his mind in a hurry. For the next few seconds he stopped kissing with his tongue and lips. He watched a small amount of come slide out and run down on to her leg. 

It seemed to galvanize him into action, he sucked her clit into his mouth. His teeth lightly claiming it, before his tongue started licking, slow at first then faster, faster and faster, the tip of his tongue was driving her crazy. 

She could feel her passion rising, her breath was coming in gasps, seemingly in consort with his finger that was pumping in and out of her pussy. 

She thought she’d go mad, the pleasure was so intense. Then her body jolted. His finger that had been playing around the rim of her arse, pushed in through the tight ring up to his knuckle. 

She screamed, “Oh my God, No!” Her body thrashed as she grunted and screamed out loud. “Oh Tom! Oh yes!” her words became jumbled and her juices flowed for the second time in minutes. 

As the night wore on, Tom enjoyed loving her pussy. He was learning more and more about Sally-Anne and her body every minute. He learned that she would respond to gentle kissing, stroking, licking and fingering, and that apart from a few grunts and groans, she would never reach a peak if he was too vigorous or a bit rough.

Sally-Anne had hours ago stopped trying to reach his cock. Now she was moving her body in time with his probing mouth. “Kiss my nipple,” she gasped.

Tom did not answer. He ignored her nipple, while he continued to make love around the firm hard extremities of her breasts. “Oh hell! Come on,” she moaned, when Tom finally licked up to her aureole and let his tongue flick out, to lightly caress the highly excited waiting nipple. 

Sally-Anne felt Tom’s hot breath, as his mouth swallowed her nipple. She grunted as his teeth grazed it, making her flinch in anticipation of a bite that did not come. “Oh hell Tom,” she cried, “for Christ's sake do it!” 

He ignored her. “You bastard,” she cried, as she arched her back trying to push her whole breast up into his mouth. Tom licked her breasts tasting the salt of her sweat. He kissed down to her belly button and then turned her around and kissed the small of her back. 

He rained little kisses all over her back and shoulders. There was not a spot on her body he did not kiss. He continued to kiss her, settling her down. He was ready to fuck. His cock was hard, as they came down off a high and cuddled together. 

Sally-Anne had never had a night like this. She relaxed as Tom again sucked her nipples tenderly. What a night, she thought. The girls will never believe me. My first orgasm from a man’s tongue...in fact...my first real orgasm. She smiled. Not just one orgasm, but a series of mind-blowing orgasms!