10 comments/ 148851 views/ 14 favorites Anthony's 18th Birthday By: Bazzza Roberto Gambini considered himself a blessed man. Through hard work, compassion and sometimes a little shedding of blood, he had stealthily negotiated his family fortunes to great wealth. He had risen through the ranks to become the head of a notorious crime family, he commanded respect from all quarters; he gave praise and reward when it was due, but handed out just punishment with ruthless efficiency. He surrounded himself with people he could trust and treated them with dignity ensuring their loyalty in return. In more recent years, he guided business away from narcotics and from the attention of diligent law enforcement agencies. There were alternative safer but less lucrative avenues to make money like money laundering, gambling, protection rackets and prostitution; but safer from the law and the patch wars that went with drug trafficking. Legitimate investments through ill gotten gains would be the main source of long term revenue. Roberto and wife Eleanor were blessed with two children, Catherine who had escaped the family clutches by studying marine biology and moving to Florida, and younger Anthony who was just turning eighteen. While Roberto adored his daughter like any father, it was Anthony who would take the Gambini name into the future generations; he was also being groomed to take over the family business. Anthony was already proving himself to be a worthy candidate to his father's empire in years to come. For the last year or so, he'd been schooled by his father and a trusted accountant in some of the families more legitimate interests. Anthony had demonstrated both an interest and a natural flair for economics that bode well for the family. Roberto had watched with pride as his son grew into a young man. His parents were good looking, and their genetics had delivered them two fine looking children. Anthony was almost six feet tall, his olive skinned body lean and taut with muscle. His dark wavy hair was worn longer than his father liked, but it was ignored as a battle not worth fighting. His face was almost beautiful, big eyes, full lips and perfect teeth. But what his parents really cherished was his love of life, his fine sense of humour and ready laugh, his caring attitude and friendly disposition. While Anthony was in a position of some stature, he was polite, respectful and declined to speak ill of anyone. He knew when to stay quiet and keep his ears and mind open. In his spare time he kept busy with one of his many interests, like sport, music or reading. At the age of twelve, Anthony's safety and wellbeing had been entrusted to a man named Mule. While Roberto had distanced himself and family away from the old wild days of family feuds, he knew that his only son would be a prime target for anyone wanting to hurt him or his family. Therefore, when his son was away from the relative safety of the family property, he was to be watched and protected at any cost. While some men would consider babysitting a teenage boy a real pain in the arse proposition, Mule did not for he loved Anthony like the son he never had. On the other hand, Anthony loved Mule in return, and a strong bond had developed between them. Mule loved the boy's inquisitive mind and easy going nature, his ability to laugh at himself before anyone else. They spent many hours in each others company, and they had become good friends. But Mule didn't take his responsibilities lightly; he knew that his well being would be in jeopardy if something untoward happened to his charge. He was a big man with huge shoulders that oozed strength and power. From a distance he appeared to be short, but up close he stood well over six feet and nearly as wide. His head was shaven and shiny giving him an almost animal like appearance. His usually charming and witty personality hid the physical and menacing violent tendencies that lurked close by. In his many years as an enforcer in the Gambini family, Mule had taken many lives. His preferred manner was with his bare hands, for there is nothing more satisfying than the resounding crack of a broken neck. In the years that Mule had looked after Anthony, there had been only one incidence that required his intervention, and he had acted swiftly and decisively. On the second day that Anthony attended high school, his charming good looks came to the attention of two of the schools football jocks. They were big boys, full of bravado and their own importance, and they liked to have fun at others expense. They were disappointed when Anthony didn't retaliate when they goaded him at lunch time, and decided to have a little fun outside the school gates as everyone left for the day. The opportunity to make a fool of him in front of hundreds of other students was too good to miss. Unfortunately, it wasn't to be. Mule was sitting in the car when the boys began jostling Anthony, a few pushes and a couple of slaps around the ears just for starters. For a man of his stature, Mule moved quickly, the crowd of students watched in paralysed fear as Mule seized each bully by the throat and lifted them high from the ground with his bare hands. They watched as the bullies faces turned red with fear at the savage rage in Mules face, who then banged their heads together with a resounding crack and let them drop to the ground. The next day after school, one of the bullies father approached Mule to avenge his son's humiliation. Mule listened politely and with great interest at the father's indignation, then Mule suggested that he was only instilling some manners in his son, something which should've be done at home. The father took exception to the suggestion, and unwisely threw a punch at Mule. Mule, with great efficiency, demonstrated how to break a jaw, several ribs and an arm in a very short time; but then graciously drove the father to the nearest hospital for treatment. It was at that time Mule gave Anthony some lessons on survival tactics. There was none of the martial arts or Queensbury boxing rules. He first instilled the virtues of walking away from any confrontations where possible, when unable to; then he should fight to win. Mule taught him how blind, maim and disable assailants with anything at his disposal, like a leather belt from his jeans or a plastic pen from his pocket. Anthony was a fast and willing student, and soon became somewhat adept under Mule's unusual but affective tutoring. Anthony was a physically fit teenager who loved his sport, he played his football hard and fast, he tackled hard and would grin when he in turn was tackled. He would later discuss his performance with Mule who always attended his Saturday games. Mule would smile when Anthony commented that he'd have to run faster and play smarter to avoid those hard tackles, and the ensuing pain. Mule was proud that Anthony played hard but never lost his temper on the sports field, and he knew that the self defence skills that he instilled in the boy would never be used inappropriately. Anthony had many friends, and the large family home with a substantial swimming pool was a popular destination even under Mule's ever watchful eyes. However, when it came to the opposite sex, Anthony was certainly at a disadvantage. He was a good looking boy and the girls found his easy going disposition a little hard to resist. However going on a date with Anthony wasn't all that exciting when the hulking Mule was always close by. A quiet park up in a car with Mule sitting in the front seat wasn't all that conducive to good sex. It wasn't that Mule was unsympathetic to Anthony having fun with the opposite sex, but his safety wasn't to be compromised. Over the last few years, sex had been a familiar topic between Mule and Anthony. Mule would tell him of the good old times when he was younger, how he lost his virginity in a field and ended up with a butt ravaged in mosquito bites, and the times when he indulged in an orgy or two. Anthony had heard various comments about Mule's nickname linked to the size of his cock and the damage it caused in the local female fraternity, one of the other Gambini enforcers suggested his name should've been donkey, not Mule. Mule laughed when Anthony once commented to him about it, but it was the only time that he could recall when Mule had been lost for words. Unbeknown to Anthony, Mule had discussed the girl problem with his father, they smiled at Roberto's suggestion and a plan was hatched to remedy the situation. On Anthony's eighteenth birthday, a party was held in celebration. Friends and family were invited and it was to be one of the best days of his life, he just didn't know it. At around ten pm, Anthony was extracted from the celebrations and was told to shower and dress in a suit. An hour later he sat rather intrigued alongside his father and Mule in the restaurant of a top hotel. His father told him how proud he of was him as they ate, he moved on to remind him of his obligations where the family was concerned, and how important it was to be discreet, especially where his mother and his involvement with the opposite sex was concerned. Anthony listened diligently but wondered where the hell all this was going. Seventy floors above where they sat, twenty three year old Ella Bandino waited nervously but patiently in the penthouse suite. She was glad that it was nearly over, as she had waited nearly twelve long weeks for this very night. Ella was a stunning girl who looked younger than her years; she was tall and vivacious; her long jet black hair falling nearly to her waist. Her jade eyes large and high cheek bones gave her face a slightly angular look. She was beautifully made up; two hours with a beautician had ensured that she looked good for her appointed task. Her pert but ample breasts were sheathed in a blue halter top that displayed her tan shoulders and pierced navel. Below, a simple matching mini skirt displayed long powerful and shapely legs. Her feet were encased in blue low heeled shoes; for she didn't want appear too tall. Ella had recently fallen on tough times; she was part way through her optometry qualifications when her father passed away suddenly. He had been helping her financially but that assistance stopped when his casket was lowered into the ground. Her inheritance was small but soon spent (albeit wisely). She struggled to earn enough money to continue to live and finish her studies, but was determined to do so. As a last resort she considered the oldest profession known to man. While the thought of selling her body disgusted her, a little investigation told her that a couple of tricks a week could make the difference financially. Ella knew that she had the looks to be at the high end of the market, and she enjoyed good sex, but doing it with someone she didn't know or care for wasn't going to be easy on her. A few inquires brought her to the attentions of Roberto Gambini and an interesting proposition. Roberto arranged to meet her in a hotel room; he sat and talked to her at length. He asked of her family and financial situation, and listened to her reply with some interest. She obeyed when he politely asked her to remove her clothes and then turn around so that he could take in her great beauty. He then asked her if she would consent to him making love to her, and for the first time Ella gave her body away for something else but love. To be honest, it was some of the best sex she had ever experienced, for Roberto was an extremely accomplished lover. Afterwards, Roberto asked her for a very special favour, one that would be very financially beneficial to her. From that time on, Ella was forbidden from having sex with anyone else, male or female. She agreed to a medical to ensure that she was free from any nasty diseases. For her troubles, Ella was paid a significant amount of money up front to remain celibate, but also on the condition that Roberto would be advised if she had sex with anyone. It was a difficult ask for her, as Ella liked sex as much as any young girl, but she successfully managed to avoid boys and use her fingers and a vibrator to compensate. If everything went well tonight, she would be paid another much larger sum of money, more than enough to finance her way through the year. She would then be free to pursue men friends once again. And all she had to do for all this was to relieve Roberto's son of his virginity. Ella was nervous, could she manage to seduce Roberto's son if he was overweight or ugly, or had a face full of adolescent pimples? And what if he was rough or violent or had some other deviant unexplored tendencies? Roberto had given Ella strict instructions that his seduction was to be conducted in a loving manner if she wanted her payment in full. He reiterated that his son's enjoyment was paramount. She thought back to Roberto's good looks and wonderful bedside manner and hoped that his son had inherited those traits. Anthony still didn't know what was about to befall him as the lift headed for the seventieth floor, his father and Mule were smiling mischievously but he knew better than to ask. They exited the lift on the top floor and stepped to the only door. Mule hit the buzzer and stepped back, all three men were dazzled by Ella's loveliness as she opened the door and invited them in. For the first time, Ella's eyes fell upon the handsome young man standing in front of her, and for the first time she realized that this night might just turn out okay. "Anthony, I'd like you to meet Ella." his father said. "Ella's is going to take care of you tonight. She is my birthday present to you." Roberto turned to Ella, "This is my son Anthony, treat him well and make a man out of him for me please." Anthony's eyes shifted from his fathers smiling face and settled on Ella, he grinned nervously as it finally dawned on him what was going to befall him. Ella's sparkling eyes challenged him as she held a hand. "Come with me Anthony." she purred. "I think you and me will have much fun." Anthony let himself be led further into the luxurious suite, a spacious lounge with leather chairs and couches sat in the dimmed room. Champagne sat in a chilled bucket beside two long stemmed glasses. They looked into each others eyes, oblivious to Mule quickly checking the suite to ensure all as it should be. "Have fun my son and do the Gambini name proud." Roberto said as he walked to the penthouse suite door and closed it behind himself and Mule. Outside the door, Roberto turned to Mule and handed him a key to the lift, "Make sure no one goes in or out. Bring up the lift when I've gone and lock it up here." "No problem." Mule replied. Mule eyed the carpeted floor where he would be spending a long night. He cared not, as he'd spent nights in far worse conditions than this. "Champagne?" Ella asked breaking eye contact and moving to the couch. "Please." he answered as his eyes feasted upon her mini skirt encased swinging buttocks. Anthony removed his jacket and tossed it over the back of a chair while the glasses were filled. He sat down and sank into the leather of a chair, and waited for Ella to pass his glass. She sat on the couch opposite him, lifted her legs up beside her and made herself comfortable, but made no attempt to pull down her skirt as it moved dangerously up her thighs. She took a sip and then looked over at her charge with a smile. "So, tell me how a fine young man like yourself is still a virgin at the ripe old age of eighteen?" Anthony returned her grin and carefully considered his answer while taking a sip of his chilled glass. He desperately wanted to race over to Ella and rip her clothes off, but he was old enough to realise that patience was a virtue, and some things are best not rushed. "Because I'm ugly and of simple mind." he replied after savouring the pleasure of the chilled champagne sliding down his throat. Ella laughed, "I don't think so Anthony. I bet you've broken a few hearts without even realising it, probably missed opportunities on your part." Anthony shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe, but I'll guess I'll never know for sure." "So, do you like what you see? Am I pretty enough for you?" Anthony smiled politely and hoped she couldn't hear his thudding heart. "I think you're very beautiful. But I've been told that beautiful women don't necessarily make great lovers." Ella smiled mischievously and licked her sweet lips; she gazed across at Anthony with the same intent of a predator eyeing ups its prey for the first time. Oh this is going to be fun, real good fun she told herself. "Well, if you believe that, you've got a lot to learn tonight. Why don't you come over here?" she suggested patting the leather beside her. His answer threw her off course. "Would you mind if I take this chair outside? I suspect my friend will be sitting outside the door on the floor." "Errr, sure." she replied. Ella watched as Anthony tested the weight of the chair before picking it up with ease and carried it to the external door. He balanced the chair on his thigh and opened the door, he found Mule getting to his feet from the carpeted floor. "Thought you would appreciate this." he said placing the chair on the carpet outside the door. "Thanks." Mule replied. "This fucking carpet ain't as comfortable as it looks." "Carpets fine, it's just that your fat arse is too bony." Anthony replied humorously. Mule laughed loudly, "I hope she fucking kills you. Don't come crying to me if you can't handle her." "Fat chance, she's already told me she doesn't care for overweight geriatrics. There's a few sewing and gardening magazines in here if you get bored, should be right up your alley." With a glint in his eye, Mule raised his ham sized fist, "You better get back in there before I teach you a little respect for your elders." Anthony returned to an amused Ella who patted the empty space beside her, "Over here." He obeyed and eased himself down alongside her catching the sweet scent of her perfume for the first time. She twisted herself sideways and looked at her quarry with seductive interest. "I want you to know that I'm not gonna be a push over. If you want me, you're gonna have to seduce me. Like anything worthwhile, it has to be earned." "Show me your hands." She then asked. She took his offered hands and studied them. "Lesson number one." she stated. "Women like men with nice hands. There's nothing worse than a man groping them with grubby rough hands and fingernails. These will do just fine." "What's lesson number two?" he asked quite happy to play her little game. Ella grinned as she sat astride his lap facing him providing his first glimpse of black panties under her short skirt. "Women loved to be kissed, do you know how to kiss?" she asked before lowering her lips to his. Her lips were sweet and her tongue cool from the champagne, Anthony opened his mouth to allow her tongue to find and explore his. He felt her hands on his face as she pulled him tight; the kiss long and passionate. His nervous hands began to wander over her smooth skin, around her thin waist and up her back. Anthony's experience with other girls had been extremely limited, up until recently it had been a few stolen kisses and the odd grope. But a few weeks ago he'd got a bit further with Donna Martin, a pretty little blonde that played for the girl's soccer team. While sitting in back seat of her mother's car after practice and under the camouflage of a less than innocent kiss, Anthony had managed a hand inside her bra and then a tentative exploration under her skirt. His unhindered hand caressed the outside of her panties between her slightly opened thighs. Then his fingers slipped under the front of her panties and through her curls. Donna's hand clasped his wrist but let him continue as he explored a pussy for the first time. While his practical skills were untried, he would rate highly in theory. Hours of surfing porn sites on the net via a broadband enabled computer in his bedroom had provided a detailed education of what was to be expected. But the warmth and the slick wetness between Donna's curl covered lips were exciting to the touch. Her head lay back on the headrest as Anthony's eager fingers tweaked her clitoris and then slipped inside her. But alas, a car door slamming close by broke the moment and Anthony's wet hand was forcibly removed from between those lovely thighs. That night, he lay back in his bed, took himself in hand and fantasised about what might have been. Anthony's 18th Birthday But here and now sitting on his lap was a beautiful girl full of seductive promise, he could feel his erection straining under the material of his trousers. Ella began undoing his shirt buttons without breaking their kiss, one by one until his chest was bare for her fingers to caress. Anthony felt it only fair to reciprocate, and eased her halter top upwards freeing her breasts. It was only then that she broke the kiss and flicked the now unwanted halter top over her head. She smiled as his hands and eyes feasted upon her breasts; then leaned forward so that his face was smothered by her small but adequate mounds. Anthony marvelled at their silky smoothness and eased his lips around her left breast in search of her nipple, finding it; he then suckled gently for awhile before moving to the other. Ella closed her eyes in pleasure, her breasts were sensitive to the touch when aroused, and this young man, inexperienced as he may be, was doing a fine job. She could feel his hardness under her buttocks and the anticipation of fondling a virgin cock was now something of a turn on for her. "Take my skirt off if you want." she murmured in his ear. His hands were soon searching behind her for the button and zip, but after a little fumbling, Ella reached around and assisted him in his quest. He was soon lifting her skirt over her head and letting it fall to the floor; Ella then leaned back and gazed into his eyes. Anthony took time to look over her beauty, her beautiful breasts and thin waist, a slinky pair of black panties above her parted brown thighs. Ella slipped a finger under the elastic waistband and eased the material forward, then grinned mischievously. "See anything you like down here?" she asked. With a pounding heart, Anthony leaned forward and gazed under her panties catching a glimpse jet black curls beneath. "Would you like to see more?" she teased. Anthony swallowed, "Yes." he stammered. "I thought you might." she whispered. Her hands went to the sides of her panties and a gently tug freed the Velcro fastening, and with a whip of a hand, they were instantly removed from under her. She then leaned backwards so that he could have a better look at her wares. A thick tuft of curls sat above her this lips, below was smooth and shiny, just waiting for attention. "It's safe to touch." she suggested taking his hand and guiding it between her legs. Anthony slipped a finger between her lips and found it warm and wet, he took her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger tweaking it and squeezing it gently. He felt Ella squirm under his touch. "Mmmmm, I like that." A few seconds later, his fingers explored further down and slipped gently into her opening, she sighed as one finger and then two wriggled deep inside her. "Mmmmmmmm, I like that too." she laughed. Ella was content for Anthony to play with her pussy for awhile; then she eased herself backwards from his lap and knelt on the floor before him. She slipped his shoes and socks off before running her hands up his thighs to his belt. "Now let's see what you've got to offer." she said releasing his belt and zip. He raised his buttocks from the couch as his trousers and briefs were removed and discarded. He felt embarrassed as his erection swung heavily in the air in front of her smiling face. "My, my." she whispered. "That's a good looking weapon you've got there." Ella raised herself to her knees and lent over his cock, her cheeks just brushing the head and pushing it flat against his stomach. Anthony flinched as she ran her tongue up its length and then flicked it over the head, the shaft bouncing straight up skyward again as she removed her face. She took his cock in hand, stroking and squeezing it as she examined it closely. It stood tall and thick, the glands below the head, thicker than that above, the circumcised head almost pointed in shape. It was a good size Ella thought to herself, a big strong manly cock, but not too big. Ella always thought that men's quest to have a huge cock was over rated. To her, a big cock was a nuisance and to be avoided at any cost. She once allowed a well hung boy into her bed and was more than pleased when he got out of it. It wouldn't have been so bad if he'd been an accomplished lover, but all he wanted to do was hammer it home inside her. She asked him to not put it all the way in, but he was more interested in his own gratification than hers. In the end, she pushed him away and gave him a quick hand job to rid herself of the problem, then sent him on his way. It was a pity that men didn't realise that a little loving foreplay, a long finger, and a nice talented tongue combined with an average size cock was all most women wished for. Anthony sighed with pleasure as Ella's sweet lips slipped over his cock; he then squirmed as her tongue began tormenting the head and the glands below. It was the first time that someone else had touched him down there and he was just as nervous as he was excited. Ella's gentle touch was exquisite; her fingernails caressed the shaft while her mouth satisfied the sensitive area above and it wasn't too long before the pressure began to build. Ella looked lovingly up at her charge, "Don't you cum yet. You've got a bit of work in front of you." She decided on a change of tack and rolled onto the couch beside him, she kissed him for a short time and then pushed his face downwards between her open thighs. Anthony, if not particularly experienced, quickly realised what was expected of him. He was soon kneeling between her open legs looking lustfully at the splendid sight at the top of her lovely thighs. A thatch of thick black curls stopped at the V of her pussy. Her smooth hairless pussy lips were dark in colour and fine in size, inside her lips a pink clitoris stood proud and erect, below her opening elongated and open. The insides of Ella's thighs as well as her pussy were now slick with excitement; she slipped a finger down through her lips and rubbed her clitoris in a circling motion. "See this?" she whispered. "This is what you need to target if you want to score. If you get your finger on it, you're half way there. But if you get your tongue on it, you're on a winner. Every girl just loves to have her clitty licked." Ella's finger moved downwards and inside her making a slurping noise as she moved in and out before adding another, her fingers were soon dripping with her shiny juices. "This is nice, but not as nice a good clitty licking." she added moving her fingers back to her clitoris. "So Anthony, do you want to give me a little licking? I'll let you stick your cock in me if you do a good job of it." Without waiting for his answer, Ella reached forward, placed a hand behind his head and guided his face to her waiting pussy. For Anthony, it would be moment he would remember for the rest of his life. His first thought was of the warmth on his face, it was akin to placing ones face in a sink of warm water. His second thought was of the taste and smell, it was something he hadn't experienced before. It wasn't unpleasant, but just different, a sense of soap or scent, but also a musky human taste too. As instructed, Anthony's tongue sought and found her clitoris. At first he tentatively caressed it, and flicked his tongue over its velvet like smoothness. As Ella pushed her pussy into his face, he became more confident and sucked her lips and clitoris into his mouth. He explored further down and pushed his tongue into her opening, but Ella moved her pussy downwards so that her clitoris was again on offer. He could feel her squirm when her clitoris was sucked deep into her mouth. When he dropped a hand to his cock, she reached down and removed it placing it back on the outside of her thighs. "All hands on me." she whispered. "I like my thighs being stroked when I'm being licked. But you can put a finger inside me if you want." Anthony obeyed and slipped a finger inside her now sopping pussy, she pushed harder back into his face. "Like this." Ella whispered as she reached down and guided his finger inside her. "Push upwards like you're playing with my clitty from the inside. "Ohhhhhh, that's right, just like that." she added a few seconds later. It was but a short time before Ella orgasmed for the first time, a short jagged little orgasm that rippled through her shuddering body. Anthony took some satisfaction in her bliss while struggling to keep his tongue on her rotating and elusive pussy. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh." she hissed. "That's soooo nice, don't stop yet; keep going." she moaned while extracting every last drop of pleasure until she could do so no more. Slowly, she relaxed back on the couch, her eyes half closed and her lips smiling in her satisfaction. Her eyes opened and looked down at Anthony's face; she could feel the tip of his tongue resting on her clitoris. She pushed herself upright and took his face in her hands. "That was very nice, you made me cum really quickly." she said and then kissed his wet lips for a few seconds. "I think you'll make lots of girls very happy." She then lay back on her elbows and raised her knees to her chest, "We can fuck like this for a start, you can watch real good in this position. Then we can go into the bed room. Okay?" Anthony wasted no time in positioning his cock in front of her waiting pussy. Ella slipped her hand down, took hold of his shaft and rubbed the head up and down her lips. It took a few seconds for him to realise that she was teasing him; he quickly guided his cock to her opening and pushed inwards. He watched with great interest as her pussy lips readily accepted the head of his cock and further stretched outwards to accommodate the girth of his shaft. He savoured the tight warmth and slippery wetness as his cock slipped inside a woman for the first time. With little strokes he entered her pussy relishing the wet warmth of a woman for the first time. It provided indescribable pleasure as he began to move inside her experimenting with long and short stokes. Her inner pussy lips following every contour of his cock. Ella leaned forward to watch the proceeding and smiled at Anthony's excitement. "You have a nice cock, it will be very good to fuck with." she commented after a while. Anthony took his eyes from his cock and looked up into her smiling face, he couldn't think of a suitable reply. For the next few minutes, Ella let him have his way with her. Realising that he was going cum if left to keep going, she eased herself upwards on the couch until his cock slipped noisily from her pussy. She lifted a leg over his head and rolled off the couch. "Come, let's go in the bedroom. It'll be more comfortable." she suggested. Ella pulled the covers back from the huge bed and climbed in; she waited for Anthony to join her and pushed him down onto his back. After kissing him passionately, her lips began a journey downwards kissing and nibbling his neck, shoulders and chest stopping only to torment his nipples. Anthony ran his hands over her smooth skin, he marvelled at this beautiful girl and the knowledge she was bestowing on him. He gasped as her warm lips engulfed his cock taking him deeply with long slow slippery movements. She then moved her mouth upwards so that only his large knob was available; her tongue darted around the eye as she sucked deeply. "Awww shit." he exclaimed wriggling beneath her. Realising that she tempting fate; Ella wisely removed her mouth and leaving his cock waving unceremoniously in the air. She waited a few seconds for climbing astride him and guiding his cock deep inside her, then lowered herself and kissed him. Just little pecks at first, but then her tongue met his and the embrace grew more passionate. She eventually broke the kiss and smiled down at him. "So, how do you like fucking?" she asked while rotating her pussy on his cock. "Absolutely fucking fabulous." "That's good, cause for a first timer you're not doing too badly." "Is that because I'm a natural or that you're a good teacher." he asked cheekily. "I leave you to work that out yourself." Ella rode Anthony for a while in that position, sometimes dangling her breasts in his face for him to nibble on, or lying flat on his chest so that she could kiss him. But eventually she tired of doing all the work and slipped sideways onto all fours beside him. "Stand on the floor behind me." she suggested waving her buttocks provocatively in the air. Anthony struggled off the bed and positioned himself behind her, she moved back a little so that she was in range of his swinging cock. He slipped it between her lips but was unable to find her opening in the now upside down position. Ella's hand soon appeared and guided his cock to the desired position. She groaned as his cock slipped straight into the hilt with a resounding slap of his thighs on her buttocks. He placed his hands around her narrow waist and pulled her back and forth on his cock. His strokes were long and smooth in her well lubricated tunnel, the angle of their bodies just perfect. Ella buried her face into the bed as she was ridden hard but well, his thick shaft stretching her wide with every push. She endured his attack as long as she could before moving forward on the bed and away from his cock. "Shiiiiit, that's enough like that." she said rolling onto her back and spreading her thighs wide. "Get on top and do me like this." Anthony moved eagerly between her thighs, his cock this time slipping into her without assistance. Her legs were soon hooked around his buttocks guiding him back and forth. "Ohhhhhhh, this is nice." she whispered in his ear. Anthony was soon at the end of his tether, he'd been able to control himself up until this point but he could feel the pressure building, his seed wanting to escape into her warm wetness. Ella could feel his tension building, while she was enjoying herself it was probably time to let the poor boy unload. "It's okay." she whispered. "You can cum inside if you want." Anthony gratefully picked up the pace a little and soon felt his cock almost want to explode with the pressure, he gasped and shuddered as he began to empty himself inside her. Ella hugged him tightly as her pussy was filling with his cum; it was warm and sloshing noisily inside her with every thrust. She kissed his neck and nibbled on his ear as he slowly slumped exhausted on top of her, her hands slowly stroking his sweat covered back as he struggled to regain his breath. "Fucccck that was good." he soon whispered while easing himself backwards into a kneeling position between her legs. His eyes fell to the sodden mess between her legs, her dark pussy lips now red from his attack, her opening wide and filled with his cum as it found its way downwards between her buttocks and onto the sheet below. Ella's body was glowing with sweat, her long hair twisted and tangled beside her head. She smiled up at him, "See how you've damaged me, I might never be the same again." Anthony straddled her and dropped his shrinking cock between her breasts, "What about poor old me? My cock will never be the same; it was pure and innocent until tonight. Now look at it, abused and dirty from your evil intentions." Ella laughed and took his cock in hand squeezing it gently, "It's a fine young cock, and I'm sure it will live again." Anthony rolled off to the side and lay facing Ella; she grinned and snuggled playfully into him. "So you like fucking? You might find other girls not so good after me, I'm very good." she commented modestly taking his hand and placing it on her breast. Anthony grinned mischievously feeling brave now the deed had been done, "I would've preferred a blonde with big tits, but I don't suppose it would've been polite to turn you down." Ella raised her self to her knees and looked down at him, "Cheeky prick. If you must know, you cum too soon for me, I usually like a man who can ride me all night." she lied. "Shouldn't have expected a boy to be able to do a man's job, but I lived in hope. I might as well enjoy the rest of the night in the spa; it'll be more fun there." The large spa had been built next to a large window and the views from the seventieth were spectacular. Lights flickered as far as the eyes could, yellow lights from apartments and offices, different coloured for the scattered flashing advertising signs. Far below, streaks of moving car lights were the only thing that indicated the view wasn't a photo or an elaborate piece of artwork. They sat side by side and arm in arm taking in the view each with a glass of champagne from a second opened bottle, the aftermath of their love making combined with the warm water leaving them harmoniously happy, but also tired. Ella had put her long hair up in a French knot to avoid getting it wet, Anthony eyes continually drifted towards her beautiful face, and her breasts which seemed to float on the surface. They chatted like old friends even though they'd known each other for only hours; maybe it was the sex that had removed the usual barriers. Anthony thought back to the sex, how good it felt as she writhed beneath him, or how she wriggled when he licked her down there. "Was your orgasm genuine, or did you fake it?" he asked after a while of contemplation. Ella turned to him and looked him in the eyes, "I've never faked an orgasm in my life; if a guy can't make you cum, he shouldn't have the satisfaction of thinking he did. You made me cum fair and square, no faking it there buster, you did damn good for a beginner." "True?" "Yep. I was pretty turned on, ain't every day I get to break in a virgin." Anthony laughed and Ella joined in, she leaned over and kissed him on the lips, the arms and the caresses soon followed. Ella soon eased him upwards so that he was sitting on the edge of the pool. Moving between his legs, his cock was soon in her mouth receiving a good licking and sucking. It grew quickly and her hand began to stroke the shaft while mouth her applied lubrication and stimulation to the head. His head was thrown backwards, his eyes closed in a mix of concentration and pleasure as his cock was sucked, the pleasure of having someone else stimulating him was a new and breathtaking experience. Her hand skills alternated between slow firm and fast light strokes while her mouth worked wonders above. She teased him a few times when he got close by squeezing his shaft, then releasing it as he relaxed: his squirming providing some satisfaction to her. She eventually leaned forward and stroked his cock swiftly, her mouth hovering over the head, her tongue flicking the eye. Judging the moment with precision, Ella presented her face as a worthy target as his cum leapt the short distance and catching her on her cheeks, nose and forehead. Ella lowered her face and caught the rest on her chin and closed mouth. Waiting for him to finish, she then rubbed the head around her lips before opening her mouth to suckle the head. Cum in her mouth was something Ella usually avoided, but tonight she was in the mood to be a little naughty. She wanted this handsome young man to remember her forever; she wanted his first sexual experience to be special and totally inclusive of what was on offer. She wanted to be a better lover than the other girls whom she knew would soon flock to his bed; she wanted to be the yard stick to which all the other girls would be compared to. She therefore sucked his cock diligently and swallowed his bitter cum, she could feel him shrinking in her mouth, but she continued work him for a short time before looking up at his smiling face. Globules of his cum were still visible on her forehead and cheeks. "Just to let you know, I faked that orgasm." he joked. Ella laughed and wiped her face with her hands to clean off the mess, "I thought you might have." Anthony's 18th Birthday She washed her face in the water and then emptied her glass to rid herself of the taste. An exhausted Anthony lowered himself back into the water and their eyes met, Ella usually felt a little aroused after delivering a good blowjob, and this was no exception. She slipped up onto a corner of the pool and wedged herself into a corner, her legs were soon open and a finger flicked her clitoris. "If you can fake an orgasm, then so can I. So its payback time, get your sweet little lips over here." Anthony moved closer and lowered his face to her waiting pussy lips, the taste was different this time, not the musky fragrance as before, but more the chemical taste of chlorine from the spa. But he diligently got to work using the techniques that Ella had demonstrated earlier, his tongue, lips and fingers moving quickly over her good bits. It took but a while for her begin squirming under his attack, her buttocks were soon lifting from the pool edge and pushing back into his face, her hands caressed his hair and shoulders. "Mmmmmmmmm. Oh yeah, you're gonna make me cum again, just keep going like that." she whispered. Just as Ella was approaching her orgasm, her foot slipped off the edge of the spa nearly sending her plummeting into the spa. Only Anthony's strong hands held her in place as his tongue went through its final paces. "Ohhhhh shit." she whimpered as she scrambled to retain her balance as the orgasm rippled through her body. His finger slid back inside her wet lips while he balanced her weight with one hand, pressing upwards and backwards he twirled his finger as she shuddered and squirmed against him, her sloppy wetness noisily sloshing over his face. "Ohhhhhhhhhh fuck, that's sooo good." she squealed. "Jeeeeeezus, that's fucking good." Anthony waited until Ella began to relax before kissing his way up her navel to her breasts. Unable to hold her own weight, she began to slide downwards into the pool and their lips soon met. Her kiss was passionate to the point of being violent, her arms around his neck squeezing him tightly, her searching tongue roughly dominating his. Eventually she broke the kiss and smiled at him. "Would you believe that I faked that?" she asked. "Nope." She chuckled, "For a first timer, you sure know how to push all my buttons. That was somethin else." "I'm glad." "Sooo am I." It was also the first night that Anthony slept with someone else in a bed. He liked the way that Ella snuggled her back into him and kissed his hand before holding him tight. He liked the closeness and the warm smoothness of her skin. She fell asleep before him, and he listened to her slow content breathing. He lay thinking about what had transpired, how his father had arranged for this wonderful creature to make love to him. He thought back to her beautiful face and body, her pert breasts and lovely thighs and what lay between them. He would never forget this night as long as he lived. As dawn broke a few hours later, Anthony awoke to his strange surroundings and his eyes soon turned to his companion. Ella lay on her back with the sheet just covering her breasts; he slowly eased the sheet up and gazed beneath. Her thighs were slightly apart with one leg slightly bent, the tuft of dark curls now lying flat, moving downwards he stole a peak between her legs. Her dark lips were still a little pink from the earlier battering, and her clitoris was peaking through between them. He felt himself hardening with arousal as he took in the wonderful sight of her body. Ella stirred as the cool air flowed under the raised sheet and over her warm body. An eye opened briefly and took in her admirer, and the very hard cock in his hand. The eye then closed hoping he might just go away, but she soon realised it was most unlikely. "In my handbag you'll find a tube of lube, you'd best go and get it." she murmured a few seconds later. A few seconds later, a hopeful Anthony bounded back into the bed with all the diplomacy of a sex depraved stallion, the tube of lube flapping wildly between his fingers. "Okay, throw some on your dick and jack off while I get some more sleep." she suggested with closed eyes. "Wake me up when you've finished." But if nothing else, Anthony had been the perfect student. His tongue was soon kissing her and nibbling her neck, his wandering hands gently stroking and caressing her slowly into an aroused state. A few minutes later, he rolled between her open thighs, her fingers guiding his well lubricated cock into her pussy. She whimpered as he slipped easily inside her. "You young man, are very hard work, I won't walk straight after this." she whispered as her legs slipped around his buttocks pulling him in tight. Ella let Anthony ride her at will for he was satisfying her as well as any man had. She smiled at the thought of stalking younger men in future, if they were anything like the man between her legs, it would be well worth the trouble. She had enjoyed his innocent good looks and nice body; she liked the way that he'd made her cum with some considerate talent. The way that he'd just seduced his way between her legs from a previous comatose state was a credit to him; previous lovers may have got a bloody nose for their efforts. Eventually, Ella coaxed him to a timely orgasm, just in time to hear his cell phone vibrate on the floor. Time was up. An hour later after showering together, Ella walked Anthony to the door. She stopped him reaching for the door handle and pulled him close taking his face in her hands. "I hope it was as good for you as it was for me." she said. "You're a lovely young man and you'll make lot girls very happy I'm sure. So go well and I hope we'll meet again sometime." He hugged her tightly and smiled, "Thanks, I'll never forget you or this night. It was the best night of my life." Their last kiss was long; it was full of caring and tenderness, neither wanting it to end. But the door was soon open and both Anthony's father and Mule smiled into the young man's contented and tired face. "Fuck, you're still alive then." Mule laughed. "How disappointing." Anthony looked at his father and grinned. "So, how was it?" Roberto asked his son as Ella slipped back into the suite. "Absolutely mind blowing." "Good." Roberto replied easing himself into the suite. Roberto found Ella standing looking out of the window, the silhouette of her slim body under the dressing gown visible through the light behind her. "He seems a happy boy." he said while removing a thick envelope of cash from his jacket pocket and offering it to her. "It's all there, no need to count it." Ella smiled and took the envelope from his hand, "Thanks. Your son's a beautiful young man. He fucked me very well and made me cum, he made me very tired and sore. But I'm not at all sorry, it was very, very good fun. His father's son I think." Roberto laughed, "That's good. I thank you very much Ella. And I wish you well for the future." He turned and made for the door. "Roberto, there would be no charge if Anthony wanted to see me again. I would enjoy that I think." she added. He smiled graciously, "I'll tell him." A few hours later, Anthony sat at the dining table with his mother and father. The lunch was leftovers from the night before, salmon and pasta with a fine selection of breads and dips. Eleanor gazed lovingly at her son as they made small talk; she questioned their late night excursion and caught his smug grin. She recognised the fob off and the shrugging of shoulders of both father and son. She dwelled on it for a while and it suddenly dawned on her, Roberto had thrown a whore at her son. A woman with a short fuse, Eleanor fumed for a while before storming wordlessly from the dining room. The banging and crashing of plates told Roberto and Anthony that their game was up without a word being said, and only trouble was on the horizon. Roberto signalled for Anthony to disappear, then took a deep breath before making his way to the kitchen. His wife's eyes were upon him in a flash as she turned to confront him. "What's up?" he asked innocently hoping for a reprieve. "Tell me that you haven't had my son fucked by some whore? And don't you dare lie to me Roberto Gambini; your life might depend on it." Roberto sighed, "It wasn't some whore. It was a beautiful young woman of his own age. It was in a place where he was safe." Eleanor's stood her ground, hands on hips and proudly defending her virtues. "I don't care if she was a beautiful or an ugly whore, a whore is still a whore. Why not let him find his own way with girls? What you did was wrong and unforgivable." she argued vehemently. "Why was it so wrong? You know we can't let our only son roam the streets like a tom cat. We would never forgive ourselves if something happened to him, and what chance does he have of dating normal girls when Mule's always lurking close by?" Her eyes still blazed at Roberto with conviction, "It was still wrong." "Look, does your son look unhappy, dirty or damaged? No, he does not. He looks just like the cat that got the cream. Right now he's the happiest young man in the whole wide world." Roberto sensed that his wife was wavering and decided to play another card; he smiled and took her hands in his. "I wanted Anthony to be a gifted young lover. Do you not remember our first time? How I seduced you in your parents bed. I seem to remember that you liked it when I removed your clothes and kissed you all over, how my tongue made you squirm. Remember how gentle I was when I slipped my cock into you and rode you, and how careful I was when you pleaded for me not to finish inside you? I'm sure that you appreciated my talents then, and that I wasn't an inexperienced oaf that hurt you and got you pregnant. Being a good lover is a good thing, it brings consideration and respect along with pleasure." Eleanor chuckled and Roberto breathed a little easier. "You always had a silver tongue Roberto, but you were wrong to do what you did. But I suppose that if it brings those things you've just talked about, like consideration and respect, then I guess some good may come of it. I just hope to see some of those things from you." Roberto feigned shock, "When do I not respect you or give you the consideration you so deserve?" "Oh, I get some of that, but where's the good loving gone?" she asked deliberately baiting her husband. "I remember the days when you would carry me off and ravish my body, can't remember the last time that happened. Or maybe you're just getting too old?" Roberto laughed as he lunged for her, and threw her over his shoulder. She screamed as he stormed the stairs with the all the conviction of a twenty year old and threw her onto the bed. Her shoes were gone in an instant, her jeans unfastened and roughly dragged off along with her panties. She willingly parted her thighs as his face disappeared into her thick triangle of curls and sighed as his wonderful tongue caressed her clitoris as it had done hundreds of times before. Her wandering fingers lovingly ruffled his thick mop of hair. "You might make me cum well this day Roberto, but I will always be angry at you for taking my little boy away from me. It's too soon for him to be a man; I don't want to lose him yet. I know you meant well, but a mother wants to keep her son forever." Roberto wisely kept quiet. Below and away from the house, Anthony and Mule sat on the steps leading to the swimming pool sipping on cool beers. "She was pretty good eh?" Mule asked. Anthony grinned smugly, "You can say that again, she gave me a good going over, but I reckon I held my own. I told her what you said, you know, that beautiful women don't make good lovers." Mule chuckled, "I bet she took that well." "No, not really, she made a liar out of you." Mule laughed, stood up and stretched his massive frame, "Come with me kid, I wanna show you something." Anthony followed Mule down the driveway away from the house and off to the side and past a line of tall trees where an old building stood. It was once used as accommodation for family soldiers during the wild years, but it was now dilapidated and neglected. "Me and your father were thinking of tidying it up a little for you. It's a place where you can bring your girlfriends for a bit of humpty dumpty; it'll be private and safe, and more importantly away from your mother's inquisitive eyes. But you have to promise me that you will text me before you bring anyone here, and that you'll wait until I reply. Will you do that? Anthony met Mules stare, "Yeah, I promise." "This is really important Anthony. What do you think would happen to me if you got attacked and hurt through my negligence?" Mule asked. Mule continued on Anthony's silence, "I would probably end up six feet under. I wanna cut you some slack, but you have to play by the rules, okay." "I promise Mule, you can count on me." Anthony replied offering his hand. They grinned and shook on it, it was a done deal. In the years ahead, Mule would rue his promise; for he would spend many a cold uncomfortable night in his car watching as Anthony sewed his wild oats. There would be a long procession of fine looking women that entered that building, and their loud moans and groans would suggest they didn't mind being there one bit. It was eighteen months later that Anthony and Ella's paths crossed again. They eyed each other across a noisy bar before meeting in the middle. "How's lover boy?" she asked after giving him a peck on the cheek. "Fine, just practising what you taught me, but with a few refinements." "Really?" she asked. "Maybe we could meet up later and you could give me a demonstration." "Nah, you wouldn't be able to handle it now." His challenge was recognised and digested; Ella could already sense the first pangs of arousal and desire. "Mmmmm, you think so?" she asked. "It's a date then. Meet you back here in an hour or so, then I'll take you home and give you lesson number two." "Don't drink too much; you'll need your wits about you this time. Don't want you too tired." he suggested. Ella laughed, but his audacity only heightened her interest, "Why not right now then? Wait right there." She turned and walked back to her friends sitting at a table. Bending down she picked up her handbag and grinned at the others. "Sorry girls; gotta go and fuck someone's brains out. It's a long story, but I'll fill you in later." They turned and ran their eyes over Anthony, and admired his fine looks. "Can we come too?" one of them asked longingly. "Nope, there's not gonna be any leftovers after I've finished with him." Not long after, they were ripping each other's clothes off. It was a lustful coupling, full of physical passion. No quarter was given or asked for as they ravished each others bodies; nothing was forbidden or forgotten in the search of their pleasure. They both searched for dominance of the other, but neither could do so. It was hot sweaty and sordid work, sometimes slow and sometimes fast. But many hours later, Ella and Anthony lay spent side by side; they agreed it was an enjoyable and satisfying draw. They snuggled into each other, closed their eyes and drifted contently off to sleep, for there was always the morning to continue the battle.