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Lost Innocence

By: Lost_Innocence



His cock stirred as he glanced out the window at the girl washing her car next door. Jennifer was home from college again this weekend, and as he watched from his bedroom window, his hand started stroking his cock. She wasn't beautiful; she was the typical "girl next door", but she had sparkly eyes and a cheerful laugh, and best of all, she had big tits – they had to be 42DD at least -- the kind of tits that made a man want to bury his cock between them. As he watched, Jennifer begin to wash the little blue car she'd recently bought, he decided that he would offer to help – and get a closer look at those bouncing breasts.

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Jennifer was absorbed in washing her new little car and she jumped, startled, as John came up behind her. "Would you like some help?" John asked. "I don't think you're going to be able to reach the roof by yourself."

Jennifer laughed and handed the rag to her neighbor. She looked up at him and grinned. "Thanks, John. I can't guarantee that you'll stay dry though!" He looked down at her and she flushed, thinking how sexy he looked in his tshirt and shorts. It wasn't the first time she'd noticed his body. John was a good looking guy; he was tall, about 6 ft. 5, with dark blond hair and blue eyes. He was a couple years younger than she, but he definitely looked older than his age. 

The two set to work washing the little car. Between the two of them, it didn't take long to finish most of the work, but finally as Jennifer was bending over to scrub at a spot on the driver's side door, John moved behind her on the pretext of reaching for a spot on the roof of the car. He moved closer, pressing his body against hers. Jennifer shrieked as the pressure of his body pressed her against the wet window of the car, soaking her thin tshirt and making her already-hard nipples stand out in the wet tshirt. In retaliation, she took the hose and turned it on John, soaking him from head to foot. The two laughed uncontrollably as they battled for control of the hose, until John wrestled it out of Jennifer's hands and held it over her head. Water poured over her body until any dry spot of clothing was effectively soaked. 

Jennifer blushed as she realized that her breasts were clearly visible through the wet cloth. She hoped that John didn't notice, but while he pretended not to, John's cock responded to the sight of her wet breasts and the dark nipples standing erect. Suddenly shy, Jennifer thanked John for his help and began to gather up the rags and the bucket. John watched her, enjoying the close view of her jiggling breasts and smiling at her embarrassment.

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"It was nice of John to offer to help," Jennifer thought. She'd come in the house to change into dry clothes. She stripped off her wet clothing and sat naked on the bed, thinking. "He sure has a good body," she thought, her mind wandering. "He's so nice too." She'd never paid much attention to John until she'd gone away to college, but since she bought her car, John often offered to help her wash it when she came home on the weekends. 

Across from Jennifer's bedroom, John was watching her through the window from his own room. He stared at her naked body, stroking his cock and wishing that he could figure out a way to fuck those tits. He watched as Jennifer walked across her room and reached for some clean clothes. He thought once again how it would feel to rub his hard cock between those big, soft tits. He felt his balls tighten and he came quickly, ropes of thick white cum shooting from his cock. Gawd, he wanted to fuck that girl.

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Jennifer listened to her mom's voice in shock. "There's been an accident and John is in the hospital. He's lucky to be alive. He's in traction and he's going to be in the hospital for several weeks."

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It was a couple weeks before Jennifer was able to come home for a weekend. It was almost the end of the semester and the professors were sure piling on the homework. She drove into town, grateful for a weekend away from school. As she passed the hospital, she turned into the parking lot on an impulse; it'd be good to go see John. It'd get her mind off her own troubles and besides, she and John always had fun laughing together. She felt so sorry for him; she knew he was lucky to be alive, but he was such an active guy that it was going to be difficult for him to be laid up for a long time. She was sure he could use a good friend to cheer him up.

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"Anyone here?" Jennifer called out as she entered John's room. John's face broke into a smile when he saw Jennifer. He was glad to see her; they always had a good time with each other. Jennifer walked up to the bed and held out her arms. "Can I hug you?" she asked uncertainly, looking at the machines around John. Even though she'd been told that his injuries were severe, she wasn't quite prepared to see her friend in the hospital bed. She hugged him carefully and John's cock stirred as she pressed her breasts against him. He hoped she wouldn't notice that the sheet was beginning to tent. 

Jennifer sat in the chair next to the bed and soon the two were chatting like old times. Jennifer made him laugh, telling him of her now-ex-boyfriend's activities. She laughed as she told John that he was really a boy fiend, not a boyfriend, but John noticed the pain in her eyes even though she was laughing. It seemed that Steven had been seeing someone behind her back, someone who was putting out more than Jennifer was. John could see the insecurity in her face, even though she tried to hide it with her jokes.

John had been playing with a pencil while they were talking and suddenly it slipped out of his hands and bounced on the floor next to his bed. Jennifer stood up and went over to pick it up for him, but as she reached for it, she felt John' hand brush across her breast. She blushed, thinking it was an accident, but her nipples betrayed her as they suddenly poked up against the cotton tshirt. She blushed and tried to pretend that nothing was different, but John noticed immediately. His cock, which had already been stirring, now hardened and he put his hand over the sheet, hoping that she wouldn't notice. An awkward silence fell between them as Jennifer walked back over to the chair to sit down. 

"Jennifer, would you let me suck your breasts?" 

Jennifer looked up, unsure that she'd heard correctly. John stared back at her, his eyes moving between her face and her now-erect nipples. In that moment, everything changed between them.

Jennifer glanced over at the door, noticing that there was no lock. She paused and then, decisively standing up, she returned John's look as her hands reached under her shirt and unhooked her bra. Her breasts jiggled as she slid the straps off her shoulders and she folded the bra neatly, tucking it into her purse. Her nipples stood out harder than ever against the soft cotton of her tshirt, and she walked slowly over to the bed. Carefully, so as not to cause John any pain, she sat on the edge of the bed, leaned forward, and took his hands in hers. She placed his hands on her breasts and he leaned forward to kiss her lips. She felt his hands move up under her shirt and she moaned softly as he began to play with her nipples, pulling them and pinching them between his fingers. As their kiss ended, John whispered again, "Jennifer, can I suck them?" She nodded silently.

John lifted her shirt, gazing at the tits which, until this moment, he'd seen only from far away. He took her nipple into his mouth and began to suck on it while he played with her other breast, pinching and pulling on her nipple. He sucked hungrily, like a baby nursing on his mother's tit. His teeth scraped the hard nipple, bringing a moan from Jennifer. He sucked harder, intent on leaving his mark on her breasts. He moved from one breast to the other, licking and sucking and nibbling on her tender flesh. Jennifer was melting from the attention to her breasts and her pussy was responding as well. She wasn't sure when John slipped his hand between her thighs, sliding his large finger between her wet pussy lips. She was warm and creamy and his finger slid easily inside her. He began to fuck her with his finger, causing Jennifer to make little mewing sounds. He took her hand and placed it on the thin sheet covering his cock and Jennifer quickly began to trace the outline of his throbbing cock. She slid her hand under the sheet and John moaned as she traced the velvety soft skin of his head. She felt the dewy drop of his precum, bringing her hand to her lips and sucking on it. 

Jennifer slid the sheet down and looked at his magnificent cock, the swollen purple head looking like it was going to burst. She licked her lips and leaned down, finally taking his cockhead into her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue explored him fully; sliding up and down his shaft and swirling over his velvety soft head, pressing the tip of her tongue in his pee hole. John moaned at the feel of her warm wet mouth and at the sight of her head bouncing up and down in his lap. Their eyes met and as Jennifer smiled, her mouth full of his throbbing cock, John shot his load, unable to hold back. His thick creamy cum filled her mouth and Jennifer swallowed, licking him and sucking every drop of the creamy treat. She continued to suck his cock, licking him, and cleaning his cock with long smooth strokes of her incredible tongue. Then, suddenly aware that the door was not locked and that someone could come in at any time, Jennifer smoothed the sheet over John' now limp cock. She pulled her shirt down and zipped up her jeans – and smiled at John.

"Will you come back tomorrow?" John asked. 

"I'll be back," Jennifer promised, smiling.

Lost Innocence



Each of us has our own stories. This one is mine.

* 

I'd been dating the same girl since my early days in Junior High. Theresa was a sultry looking woman even then. As the years passed, through High School, on through graduation, we began to consider the possibilities of marriage. Unlike many of our peers, we'd actually both remained virgins during all this time. It was our intent to "save it" for the wedding night as Theresa had once told me during a particularly heated evening together when we had both gotten a little too close in "going all the way" as it was referred to back then.

Obviously we had graduated to various forms of intimacy prior to this point with Theresa over the course of time giving in to my promptings and urgings one small step at a time. Which was exciting in and of itself, as these were small little advances over a fairly long period.

Theresa had a beautiful olive complexion. Considered 'short' at just an inch under five feet, she had long dark beautiful hair that cascaded well past the round curvature of her ass. She also had large full breasts, having been full figured for about as long as I can remember, which had been one of the reasons admittedly I'd been attracted to her.

It was during our final year of high school just before graduation that Theresa's mother and father divorced. I'd always respectfully called Theresa's mother Mrs. Ortega prior to this time, but was frankly at a loss as to what to call her shortly after their divorce was final. As was most often the case I was over at Theresa's on a Friday night as we were wont to do, anxious for Anita, Theresa's mother to go to work so we could 'watch' TV, though we usually ended up fooling around on the couch, or in some rare instances, her bedroom. It was this particular night that my relationship became far less formal than it had been with her mother.

Since we were both already eighteen, each of us had a bit more leeway and freedom than even some of our other friends had, which included my being there even though we'd be left home alone together.

"Ricky, please call me Anita." She'd said. Anita was the only person who ever called me that. Even Theresa called me Rick, unless she was mad at me for one reason or another, calling me far worse names. But Anita's favorite show was 'I Love Lucy' and because of that, she always referred to me as "Ricky" though I was glad she didn't include "Little" when she said it.

Theresa was the spitting image of her mother, though Anita didn't have as long as hair as her daughter did, she still wore it just reaching the shoulders. It was obvious where Theresa got her incredible breasts from, as Anita's were just as large and full, though I had never seen them of course. Taller than Theresa by a few inches perhaps, she easily could have passed for her older sister rather than her mother, which she always seemed to get a kick out of doing whenever they'd gone out shopping together. 

Anita was in a particularly interesting mood that night as she finished preparing to head off to work. "Your brother should be home in about an hour." She informed us. "Or possibly even sooner..." She added giving us a look that implied all sorts of things. "So I guess you two can't get into too much mischief before then." Heading off towards her bedroom to finish getting ready, Theresa and I looked at one another, surprise etched in her face as much as it must have appeared to be in mine.

"Do you think she suspects anything?" I asked.

"Well, a few month's ago mom asked me if I was still a virgin, I told her we both were."

"You're kidding!" I exclaimed somewhat alarmed. 

"Actually I think it put her mind at ease a little about leaving us alone together as often has she has, though she still prefers it if someone else is here of course, but I told her we were saving it for when and if we decided to get married."

I sat there with mixed emotions. Nervous to some extent that Theresa and her mother had even had this conversation. But I was also a little surprised to find the fact she'd actually talked to her about it at all...finding that to be more than just a little stimulating.

One thing Theresa enjoyed doing was taking chances. Not really big ones mind you, but things that were a little risky and slightly dangerous. She'd no sooner finished telling me about the conversation she'd had with her mother when she suddenly pulled the sweater she was wearing up and over her breast, pulling up the cup of her bra in the process flashing her boob at me. With her mother in the next room, the likelihood of her appearing at any moment, it made the quick simple flash naughty as well as exciting. Theresa loved teasing me anyway, especially when she knew I couldn't say or do anything about it. Seconds later her mother came out of the room preparing to leave for work. Theresa barely got her sweater back over her breast as Anita came walking back into the room. I wasn't even sure she'd managed to pull the cup back over her boob, but at least her breast was covered when her mother had entered.

"Ok, well...I'm off to work, should be home around one or so," she said. Anita worked as a waitress at one of the local bars. One of the things I admittedly found exciting, though keeping it to myself was the low-cut blouses she wore as apart of her "uniform", along with a skirt though it wasn't actually short, was slit up fairly high on one side revealing a goodly amount of thigh encased in black fishnet stockings.

Anita gave Theresa a hug and a kiss before leaving, and for a moment I thought she was actually going to give me one though she didn't. She did wink at me however, and as Theresa had just shared the news with me that her mother knew "something" about our relationship, it made me more than just a little sensitive to that knowledge, especially when she included the wink just before leaving. Needless to say, I was very anxious to ask Theresa what else they had talked about the moment her mother had left.

Wanting to give Anita plenty of time in the event she forgot something, unexpectedly returning, I waited patiently for a few minutes before asking Theresa what else they'd discussed. Theresa had also taken that time to head into her bedroom where she removed the bra, though keeping her sweater on. I already knew beforehand that we'd be enjoying another session of "lick the titty's" which I always looked forward to anyway, as did she. But knowing her brother would be home before too long, it was about all we could look forward to doing in the short amount of time that we actually had.

"Theresa? What else did you tell your mother?" I asked curiously. She laughed, finding it funny that I appeared to be as nervous about what they'd talked about as I was.

"Just things," she said trying to beg off from telling me.

"What things?" I now pressed, more curious than ever. Which Theresa used as simply another tool to torture me with, as she simultaneously lifted her sweater giving me a good view of those marvelous full breasts of hers.

"Do you want to talk? Or play with these?" She asked, holding her sweater above her bare boobs.

As we both new her older brother Michael could be home anytime now, I opted for some breast fondling and nipple sucking instead.

Though Michael and I got along ok, he was particularly protective of his sister, watching us like a hawk whenever he was around. He had told me early on in our relationship when things started to finally 'look' serious, that if I ever "touched" his sister...meaning intercourse with her, he'd punch my lights out. I found that to be quite ironic, as he had had quite the reputation himself back in high school. But then double standards seemed to be more in vogue back then than they are today.

As I've already mentioned, Theresa had large boobs. About the only way to describe them accurately is to say they had a 'tear-drop' shape to them with incredibly large dark areola's capping each one. I particularly loved the way they looked whenever I managed to convince her to lie down on her back, a position she personally hated. Her breasts were so large, they appeared to melt off of her chest like hot wax, and though she hated the way they looked when they did that, I for one loved it.

Theresa leaned back upon the firm cushions of the couch. She really must have been horny, her breasts spreading flatter against her chest as she did, knowing how much I enjoyed seeing that, though she still managed to cup them with her hands before they had completely flattened, which she did in offering them to me to come play with.

I put my questions for her aside and dove into the sea of tit flesh that awaited me. I still had several unanswered questions to ask, but at the moment, two hard pointed twin hills were beckoning to me.

As we'd both feared, twenty minutes later the sound of her brother's souped-up Chevy pulling into the drive alerted us that our sexual escapades were pretty much over for the evening. Especially when it became obvious that his buddies were with him, something Theresa hated as much as I did as they were always hitting on her, regardless if I was around or not. Immediately we retreated to the backyard where we'd at least have some measure of privacy, especially after the sun went down. The best part for me of course, was it allowed me to once again bring the 'subject' of what she and her mother had discussed together.

"So...what exactly did you tell her about us?" I asked.

"Well, like I said, I told her we were both still virgins and that we were planning on staying that way." She said it looking at me with an assuring stare that said she meant to keep it that way too.

"What else?"

"She asked if I'd let you feel me up."

"She did? What did you tell her?"

"That you had."

"You told her that?" I said incredulously. "Yeah," she said drawing the word out, immediately alerting me to the fact there was still more.

"What else did you tell her?"

Theresa knew this was just the sort of teasing chat she enjoyed torturing me with. "She asked if we'd done anything more than that."

"What did you say?"

"I told her the truth, that we'd touched one another intimately."

"You actually used the word intimately?"

"What'd you expect me to say? That I'd jerked you off while you finger-fucked me? So yeah, I said intimately, but she knew what I was telling her."

"Holy shit!" I whistled softly. "Did she freak out or anything?"

"No, all she said was that if I ever wanted to talk to her about it, or wasn't sure of anything, all I had to do was come to her. Mom made it very clear to me that she didn't want there to be anything uncomfortable between us in my asking, and that I was free to talk to her about it anytime." 

"Wow," I said breathing only slightly easier. "I'm surprised she didn't want to have a chat with me too!"

Theresa laughed, "Actually...she said that one day she just might do that. I think she was only kidding though, but you know mother, she could do it just to freak us both out."

We played a little touchy-feely after that for a while until her brother discovered where we were, then he and his friends came out back annoying us both until I finally figured it was time to leave.

#

Theresa also worked as a waitress, though she worked at a café-coffee shop. She worked the afternoon to early evening shift however, which still left us most of the evenings over the weekend. We'd both been looking forward to this particular Saturday evening for quite a while now. My parents had a dinner party they were planning on attending which would leave us free to enjoy a nice quiet evening together at my place... undisturbed. Being an only child did have its advantages from time to time. The only minor concern we had, the place they were having dinner was only two doors down from where we lived. Still, it afforded us an opportunistic window that neither one of us was willing to pass up. Again, Theresa always got a little wilder if there was an element of danger or excitement involved. This particular situation certainly had enough of that with the possibility of their arriving home unexpectedly, catching us in the act.

I waited until they'd been gone for about a half an hour, then drove to her place and picked her up. Theresa lived less than two blocks away, so it was a quick five-minute drive there and back. We immediately headed into my bedroom, with the anticipation of this being a very special night for both of us. I had been hoarding candles, incense, even buying her a dozen roses just for the occasion. Within minutes of arriving, Theresa had gone into the bathroom, putting on a very sexy, very revealing nightgown she had purchased for this particular night as well. And although we would not be engaging in sexual intercourse, we had been discussing "oral" sex now for several weeks. Tonight was the night we'd decided to explore this particular little aspect together.

I was already in bed, naked, waiting for her when she came out of the bathroom. She was beautiful! The fact she was wearing the sexiest outfit I'd ever seen her wear before probably had a lot to do with it. But regardless of that, when she walked into my bedroom with that white "teddy" nightgown on, my cock immediately sprang to life with anticipation of things to come.

"Oh baby, you look beautiful!" I told her meaning it. And she did. The fabric was shear, just allowing a peek at the softness and curve of her flesh hiding beneath it, the darkness of her chocolate colored nipples really standing out in stark contrast to the white sheer fabric barely concealing them as she stood before me.

"I sorta had an idea you'd really like this one," she stated, and then came over lifting the covers and jumping into bed next to me.

Though we had on some few occasions played with one another, they had all been mostly under the cover of darkness, either in her back yard, at the drive-in, or just sitting in my car in front of her house. Neither one of us had actually up until this very moment, gotten a clear and unobstructed view of one another in real light before now. As Theresa lifted the cover, she saw the firmness of my erection, and I watched as her eyes actually widened before placing her hand, wrapping it around me, stroking it all the while laying there actually looking at me.

I immediately began touching her breasts as they were so conveniently available the way we were laying, even though I did so through the thin fine material of her nightgown.

"Nice," I moaned pleasurably, feeling her hard little nipples stiffening at my touch. "That feels good," I added as her soft hands continued to fondle and playfully stroke my cock without serious intention.

"Yes it does," she replied as I gingerly continued to trace the outline of her full breasts and nipples through the thin fabric, though at the moment I was in want and need of touching her elsewhere too.

We were both probably more excited than either of us had been before too, we'd already agreed that this night would be special enough, having decided to take things to the next level, as we'd indicated to one another with the dozen roses I'd given her, and the damn sexy nightgown she'd put on for me.

"Rick?"

"Yeah?" I moaned almost dream-like.

"Just remember, we've promised each other not to take it any further than this," she stated, though the "this" hadn't quite happened yet.

"I know," I said simply, only half meaning it.

"I mean it," she said again, "promise me."

At the moment, with my hard stiff cock in her hand, I would have promised her anything. "O.K., promise!"

A moment after that, I pushed her down onto her back and began untying the dainty little bows that held her top together. Soon I had more fully exposed her breasts, and secretly sat there enjoying the way they looked as she lay on her back, running my finger over and round her nipples, then down and beneath the hard firm curvature of each.

"Are all men like you?" she asked somewhat teasingly.

"What do you mean?"

"Tits, what is it about tits that arouses you so much anyway?"

"Do you really have to ask that?" I questioned. "Hell, I don't know...they just do! Especially yours!" She sat up in bed then forcing me back to some extent.

"What do you mean? Especially mine! Who else's boobs have you been looking at anyway?"

"No ones!" I said defensively, though I figured those in a few of the men's magazines my father had didn't count.

"Oh, so you haven't looked at any other woman's breasts and wondered what they looked like huh?"

"I didn't say that," I said honestly, then wondering if I should have admitted that after saying it.

"Oh? Whose?" She pressed.

"Well, your mothers for one."

"My mothers?"

"Well MY mother's too!" I added to that, making things even worse.

"Your mothers?"

"Boobs are boobs," I said defensively, adding to the hole I was digging myself into.

"I'll remember that," she said reaching down, closing her gown.

"Shit...fuck!"

She laughed, allowing her gown to open again.

"So...you've wondered what my mother's boobs look like huh? Not to mention your own mothers."

I didn't tell her I'd actually seen my own mother's breasts on several occasions, mostly by accident especially as I'd gotten older.

"Listen, its just a natural curiosity is all," I tried explaining to her. "Anita's got breasts nearly the same size as yours, so it's like wondering what yours will look like when you're her age is all."

"Bet you would like to see them if you could wouldn't you?"

I didn't answer that, I wasn't about to and leaned forward kissing her instead. That at least got us off the subject, especially when I slowly began making my way down to her breasts, kissing them, and sucking them for a considerable amount of time until her breathing told me she was becoming very, very aroused.

I made my way slowly downwards from there, kissing her tummy, gently flicking my tongue around in her naval. Theresa responded to that, realizing as I did that what I would soon be doing to her elsewhere.

But to be honest, I was sailing into uncharted waters here myself. All the information I'd been given had come from an older brother of a friend of mine. He had given me a few basic pointers is about all, telling me that doing this to a woman was a sure-fire way to get her to fuck. That really wasn't my primary objective here, but it had made me curious that if it was that good, or felt that good...then hell maybe. And so much for the promise I'd made. But that still remained to be seen at the moment. 

Theresa was also wearing a matching pair of panties too of course, nearly as sheer as the top so I could see the tiny little patch of fine dark pubic hair that lay beneath the surface as I moved down towards her there. Nervous as I was, and as she was, I simply kissed her there, trying to work out the details as I did that, but she moaned softly nevertheless, so I continued doing just that for a bit longer. They were in fact, simple kisses, kissing her pussy through her panties, but it seemed to be having some sort of an effect on her, so I continued, though I now began to actually lick her through the material with my tongue. In doing that, I made her crotch wet from the outside, but she was likewise making it wet from the inside, and I could literally taste her and smell her while doing so. I began to press my tongue into her more forcefully until she solved the dilemma I'd been struggling with for me. The next thing I knew, she had drawn her feet up towards herself, lifted her ass, and in one fluid motion had yanked down her own panties flinging them half-way across the room. Settling back once again, I now looked down directly at her, truly and honestly seeing her exposed pussy in all its splendid glory for really the very first time.

Even then, I wasn't sure where or how to begin, so I did the first thing I was a bit more comfortable with, and slipped one finger inside of her, though I'd actually never witnessed myself doing this before. She once again moaned, letting me know as she did so that she liked it, that it felt good, which is when I then snuggled back down between her legs and got serious about really licking her this time, which I proceeded to do.




Lost Innocence



"Ohh," she moaned loudly the moment my tongue actually touched her exposed flesh. Seeing it this close and personal, I was also fascinated by what I found there, her hard pink clit protruding so delicately from beneath the hooded little sheath that normally covered it, her tiny "clit-skin" I would later call it. I began to lap at it lightly, not sure what to expect or discover as I was doing this, but it had been the one remembered piece of information and instruction I'd been given.

"Just go slowly at first, she'll let you know when she's ready for you to speed things up."

I did that until my tongue got tired, then I gave it a rest by slowly moving it downwards through her wet moist slit, something she seemed to enjoy almost as well, stabbing it inside her a little, though to be honest, I thought she might consider that a 'no-no', but she didn't. I soon went back to twiddling her clitty with my tongue, and then heard her speak for the first time since I'd begun doing this to her.

"Faster...harder," she breathed.

It was like music to my ears, and I did exactly that, listening to her as she began instructing me, telling me what she liked, how she liked it.

"Now...slower, softer, just like that, oh yeah, right there! Right there! Just like that!"

For someone who had never eaten pussy before, she was stroking my ego big time, and soon I hoped would be stroking something else with her mouth, so I had every intention of doing this the best way I knew how to do, and if that meant doing it whichever, and however way she wanted me to do it, I was all for it!

"Oh Ricky! Baby!" she cried out suddenly, and then she was thrashing beneath me like a Banshee!

I know that in all the time we had been together, she had only come twice. The first time we'd been out in her back yard lying on a blanket on the grass. It was one of those really rare times when we knew we'd be alone and totally undisturbed. She'd allowed me to get her down to nothing more than her panties, though no further than that. And I had rubbed her crotch with my hand, though never allowed to actually put it directly upon her let alone inside. Likewise, I too was in my shorts, and eventually ended up on top of her, which she'd also surprisingly allowed me to do. We had as it was then called, and maybe still is, "dry-humped" one another for what seemed like an eternity. She had indeed climaxed then too, though I think when she did, it surprised her that she had, no more than it had surprised me, triggering my own wet messy climax that I pumped off inside my own shorts. The second time she came had been at the drive-in, I'd been slow fingering her for most of the night, happy and content to do so, not realizing perhaps that the continued stimulation had really gotten her aroused to the boiling point. The next thing I knew she was grinding herself against my hand as I rubbed her there between her legs, not even sure then of what I was doing, but the next thing I know, she was cumming like crazy, bouncing around on the seat of my car much as she had on the blanket, and as she was beginning to do now as I continued licking her, then for lack of anything better to do, suddenly sucking her clit inside my mouth. It was when I did that, that she came.

"Oh my God!" she screamed, which she'd never done before, though perhaps she'd purposely been more cautious and refrained in both of the previous two places. And she sure as hell bounced around and thrashed a hell of a lot more too.

Shortly after that I peeled her like a banana, enjoying the delicious sensation of seeing so much flesh exposed at one time. We had never been, or seen one another entirely nude before now. I had of course been permitted to finger her on occasion, but it had always been with her panties on at least, the few glimpses of her pussy, the soft mat of pubic hair surrounding it had been more of a hand sensory sensation rather than a visual one.

My cock was so hard and stiff that I was finding it actually uncomfortable to be lying atop of the bed the way that I was. In addition to that, I was leaking like a sieve, leaving "pre-fuck" juice all over the sheets as I continued licking and sucking Theresa's wonderfully wet and extremely juicy pussy.

We'd perhaps been in my bedroom for a little under an hour when our worst nightmare actually happened. With my face buried deeply between her legs, I suddenly felt Theresa frantically scrambling beneath me. By the way she was acting, I considered briefly that maybe she was actually having an orgasm. Even the almost nonsensical sounds coming from her seemed to indicate that something was happening, and it was. I just hadn't discovered it for myself yet.

"What are you two doing?" I heard my father saying.

As fate would have it of course, the neighbors had brought up the idea of playing Pinochle after dinner was over. As there were a few minutes remaining before everything was ready to eat, my father decided to dash home and grab the Pinochle cards. We hadn't heard him enter the house, too busy and too absorbed in our pleasures to have heard even the slightest sound. Finding the door to my bedroom closed wasn't out of the norm, finding Theresa's clothing in the bathroom was. Upon discovering that, he knew immediately what the two of us were doing, though I doubted he expected to find his son with his face buried inside his girlfriend's pussy at the time.

I scrambled up from between her legs as quickly as I could, but by this time, dad had moved over to stand at the side of the bed looking down at both of us. Theresa had crossed her hands over her breasts trying to cover herself, but as I sat up revealing her pussy to his view, she immediately reached down struggling to pull up the sheet we were both still tangled in, which is when my father began laughing.

"It's probably a damn good thing it was me and not your mother that came home to get the cards," he stated. Theresa was staring at him with her mouth open; I was sitting on the edge of my bed, hands in my lap trying desperately to cover my rapidly dwindling erection.

Dad reached down taking Theresa's hand and indicated for her to stand up. I briefly thought he was going to personally escort her out of the bedroom, if not out of the house for that matter, but he simply stood her up, used his hand on hers to 'twirl' her around, patting her ass in the process.

"Very nice," he said, adding, "...just make sure the two of you are done here by ten. Oh...and make sure you don't leave anything behind to indicate to your mother what's been going on here either."

He left shortly after that heading back to the dinner party, leaving Theresa and I both speechless and somewhat in a state of shock. Theresa was too embarrassed to stay of course, which didn't surprise me. But she was also angry with me on top of that, primarily for what my father had done, which I thought was pretty fucking cool after I'd had time to think about it. She on the other hand didn't see it that way, remaining angry for several days afterwards.

We had barely heard the back door closing when Theresa was already dashing towards the bathroom to dress and head for home. Try as I might to comfort and console her, there was no use for it that night, nor would she allow me to take her home either. I was actually worried that because of what had happened, she would either break up with me, or at the very least, never again allow us to get even close to what we had been so wonderfully enjoying together before that damn door had opened.

Thankfully by Thursday Theresa had calmed down and we actually discussed everything that had happened. My father never mentioned another word to me other than to say well out of earshot of my mother, "Nice piece of ass there son...just be careful. No sense getting her pregnant if you know what I mean."

It was interesting in a way, because of this little incident, my relationship with my father went to a whole new level after that. Suddenly he wasn't looking at me as some teenage kid anymore, though I am sure he thought we'd already been having sex for a long time. Little did he know, and I wasn't about to tell him either.

#

I arrived at her house later than normal in the evening. She had called to inform me she would be working a bit later than usual as they had lost one of their waitresses' so everyone was working longer shifts to compensate for it until they could hire someone. Her mother had already left for work long before I got there, with Michael out for the evening with his own girlfriend, which left Theresa and I along with her younger sister Carmen. The nice thing about Carmen was, she could be bribed or bargained with. In this case, she wanted the freedom to hang out with her friends well past her given curfew. I'm sure she knew why the two of us wanted to be alone, so giving into her simple demands was easy, provided she was home of course long before her mother got home from work.

It was that night that Theresa and I finally managed to complete what had been so rudely interrupted just a few short days ago.

Our relationship finally got back on track with everything seemingly headed towards the day we'd always dreamed of and discussed together. And though thing's had indeed finally settled down, Theresa informed me that she would never again go back to my place again unless it was with a hundred percent certainty that we wouldn't be caught. Not that I could blame her for that, but she never could understand that I'd thought my father had handled finding us together a whole lot better than I'd ever imagined he might.

It was several weeks later when as usual I headed over to her place to wait for her to get home from work. I arrived a bit early as I sometimes did, but as Anita and I were on far more friendly terms now, she immediately invited me in to wait for her. 

I noticed Anita was wearing a long bathrobe and had just finished setting up the ironing board in the living room where she always ironed. The TV was on so I sat on the couch patiently waiting for Theresa to arrive home and watched it. Anita stood just off to my left, keeping one eye on the TV; I used my peripheral vision to watch her out of the corner of my eye. The reason for that being, the front of her robe wasn't tight, and as she occasionally bent or leaned over while she ironed, there was a good portion of the upper curvature of her breasts that peeked out. The fact that she was Theresa's mom didn't really come into play here, at least not in my mind at the time. The plain and simple truth was it was fun trying to peek at another woman's tits without getting caught. Nothing more than a game that's been played by men and women everywhere for years, all I was doing was following my own simple instincts.

"So...what plans do the two of you have for the evening?" She asked.

Her question provided me with the opportunity to turn, facing her directly. Watching her eyes, I knew when to look, and when not too. "Oh, not much, watch TV for a while I guess, go out and get something to eat later maybe."

Anita continued ironing, keeping her head down concentrating on what she was doing while still talking to me. This of course gave me the most opportunistic position of calmly sitting there watching the front of her bathrobe come close to seriously revealing a lot more of her breast that I could have dared to imagine.

"Ah huh..." she said, looking up nearly catching me staring at her chest, though I had anticipated that possibility, looking off to one side as though interested in how she was ironing and not how precariously close one of her boobs was to spilling out of the front of her robe.

"I've noticed the two of you seem to be getting a little more serious about things," she said emphasizing the word. That caught me off guard a little but I took the best possible defense against her statement by remaining silent and not replying to what she'd said, waiting for her to continue her thought and see just exactly where this was headed.

Just then the phone rang.

"Whew...saved by the bell!" I thought

Anita answered it, and within seconds I knew she was talking to Theresa. Moments later she hung up the phone and came back into the living room to finish her ironing.

"That was Theresa. She called to say she's still waiting for her replacement to come in. She told me to tell you to wait here for her and that she'll be home as soon as possible."

Anita quickly finished her ironing, folded the ironing board heading off into her bedroom without saying anything further to me about what she'd began saying. I will still curious as to what she'd meant of course, but also relieved that she'd decided not to press the question with me either. About the only thing I was actually disappointed about was no longer being able to play "peek-a-boob" with her, as I'd actually been enjoying that.

I heard her come out of her bedroom, heading down the hallway towards the bathroom. I knew she was about to take her shower as apart of her getting ready for work. Seconds later I heard the shower come on. I grinned inwardly, knowing that she was naked, enjoying that wicked little thought for a moment that she was just a short distance away, and then went back to watching TV, shutting those particular thoughts out of my mind. Until I heard the door open and the sudden increase of noise as the shower running became immediately louder.

"Ricky? Would you come here for a moment please?" I heard her call out to me.

I was surprised to hear her call me of course. But I immediately headed off down the hall towards the bathroom wondering what it was that she needed. I spotted her immediately; she stood behind the door with just her head poking out, hot mist already billowing through the crack in the door.

"Yes?" I asked her from several feet away. "You called me?" It was a rhetorical question obviously, but I was curious as to what she wanted or needed from me.

"I'm out of shampoo. Would you mind running back to the laundry room and getting me a fresh bottle?" She asked.

I turned in the hallway far short of ever reaching the door, heading back the other way. I quickly retrieved a new bottle of shampoo, heading back to the bathroom where I fully expected to find her standing there waiting for me to hand it to her. The door was closed however, so upon reaching it I knocked.

"Anita?" I called out. "Here's your shampoo."

"Would you bring it in to me please?" She answered through the closed door.

I hesitated. Beyond that door I knew that my girlfriend' mother was naked, most likely in the shower...but still. 

"Ricky?" She called out to me again. I turned the doorknob, walking into a room full of steam. I had noticed before that they had one of those tub enclosures that had the distorted foggy kind of glass in it. I figured that although the outline of her standing in the shower would be visible, she would also be aware that I couldn't possibly really see anything and used that as my excuse for entering.

"Here it is," I offered, expecting her to open the sliding door slightly, her arm snaking through taking the bottle of shampoo from me. And it did, but it opened considerably wider than I was expecting it to. I had walked over to the side; saw the outline of her nude form as she stepped to meet me, the door sliding open. But as it did, I saw her fully nude standing there in the tub. Shakily, I handed her the bottle, nearly dropping it as I did so. There was no way she couldn't have known I had seen her, even if it was for perhaps less than a full second or so.

"Thank you," she said closing the shower stall door.

I turned preparing to leave about as quickly as my feet would carry me outside the room when she stopped me mid-stride.

"Ricky?"

"Yeah?"

"Sit down for a minute would you? We need to talk...and since I'm in a bit of a hurry maybe we can do that while I'm showering."

I was really confused, my heart beating wildly about a thousand times a minute, fearful of what she had to say, wanted to ask, bewildered to some degree that she wanted to do that with me sitting on the toilet, and her in the shower.

"I know Theresa's told you about our little conversation," she began. I remained silent however, my stomach still somewhere up around my throat nervously waiting to see where this was all heading. I glanced towards the shower stall; I could see only that she was continuing to wash herself, appearing to actually be shampooing her hair as she did so. And as she did, I was just barely able to make out the shape and outline of her breasts and body as she moved about inside the stall.

"She told me you were both still virgins," she paused waiting for an obvious response.

"Yes, we were," I said agreeing with her.

"Were?" Came her immediate response.

"Are! Are! We still are," I amended quickly, "We're saving it," I stumbled, everything suddenly sounding far worse than I had ever imagined. At that moment I heard Anita's soft sounding laugh.

"It's ok, relax Ricky. There really is a reason I'm asking you about it, and it's probably not the one you're worried or wondering about either."

Once again I remained silent, waiting for her to continue, nervously wringing my hands, once again looking towards the tub enclosure as Anita continued rinsing.

"Do you know why Theresa's father and I divorced?" She questioned.

"No. Theresa never mentioned the reason to me, only that you were really unhappy." 

"That's true, but do you know why I was unhappy?"

"No." Though I had the feeling she was about to tell me.

"Well, it was for a variety of reasons, but mainly because we really didn't have much of a sex life."

"Anita? I'm not sure I should really be hearing this," I said standing up.

The shower stall slid halfway open, in shock I found myself staring at her completely nude form. "Sit down Rick," the affectionate "Ricky" having disappeared in the seriousness of her request and tone of voice.

I sat down, Anita partially closing the shower door as she continued speaking to me, though now I had periodic glimpses of her naked body as she began rinsing out her hair. And though I now knew I could actually chance a real look at her while she was doing this, I was still nervous as hell, even more so than what I had been.

"You need to hear this," she told me.

She turned, ducking her head beneath the spray of the shower, rinsing her hair. Leaning forward, her full breasts came immediately into view. They were every bit as big, and every bit as beautiful as Theresa's were, and I sat there staring at them for a moment until I saw she was looking at me.

"The reason I'm telling you this is because I don't want to see the same thing happening to my daughter, that happened with me, IF and when the two of you get married," she left off with the implication that we may very well not.

I was fidgeting like crazy sitting there on the toilet seat listening to her, once again risking a glance her way as she began soaping up one of her legs which she had placed on the edge of the tub. 

"I understand there's a lot more to any relationship besides sex, BUT no matter how good everything else might be, if intimacy between two people isn't as good as it should be, then one or the other will go looking for it someplace else."

To be honest, I wasn't sure she was telling me that either she had gone looking, or that her husband had, or possibly even both. "Anita, I can assure you..."

"No, listen to what I have to say," she said interrupting me before I could continue. "And I need you to answer my questions truthfully," she added. "I know what your intentions are, and I think they're very admirable. And I honestly believe you might actually love my daughter, but even that isn't enough."

Anita had finished soaping and then rinsing her leg, now turning to place the other on the opposite side of the tub. In doing this, I could see the faint fuzzy dark patch of her pubic area a bit more closely through the hazed over glass of the shower stall. At least she had moved away from the small opening where she'd failed to close the door fully as she continued.




Lost Innocence



"When Theresa told me you were both virgins, I was surprised. Not that she was, and to be honest, I'd hoped that she still would be. But I was surprised when she told me that you were too. Is that honestly the truth? Are you? But before you answer that..." which I was just about to do, she went on. "I know this will surprise you when I tell you this, but I really had hoped you weren't."

She was right, her comment had surprised me. "Why?" I said simply.

"Why?" She asked repeating my question back to me, and then laughed as she did. "Because I think that a man needs to have some kind of experience, otherwise I don't believe he honestly knows how to meet and take care of the needs of his partner, that's why. I know that my saying that probably surprises you, but it's the truth, especially when one partner is completely innocent and without any real experience. It's like the blind leading the blind."

I still didn't know how to respond back to her about any of this. And worse, I still didn't really know where any of this was going yet either. I half wondered if she was telling me, trying to convince me to go out and have sex with another woman, just to gain a little experience prior to her daughter and I getting married.

"Rick?"

"Yeah?" I responded hesitantly.

"I'm going to ask you a personal question, but I'd really appreciate it if you'd be completely honest with me about it."

"O.K.," I just managed to breath.

"Just how familiar are the two of you with one another?" "Familiar?"

"Yes, I mean I know that the two of you have engaged in some pretty heavy petting, Theresa told me that much at least, but she wouldn't elaborate any further than that."

"Ah yeah, we have," I admitted openly without adding anything to that.

I heard the shower being turned off, and she stood for a moment pushing the excess water off herself with her hands.

"So all you've done is touch one another? Nothing else?"

Once again I hesitated.

"You've masturbated one another," she said a split second later. 

"Well, yes."

"What about oral sex?"

Once again I paused, just as the shower door opened. "Hand me that towel over there would you please?"

I averted my eyes from her as she stood there in the tub, now fully revealed to me, grabbed the towel, handing it back to her as quickly as I could, my eyes turned down towards the floor.

"Well? Have you?"

"Ah, yeah...couple of times I guess," I said lamely.

Anita had finished drying herself off, re-hanging the towel instead of covering her nakedness with it. She simply stood there looking at me, totally unashamed at her nakedness.

"Did she suck you?" she asked point blank. I couldn't help but look up at her then, shocked that she would have asked me that on the one hand, but still in a state of shock that I was sitting there looking at her nude body on the other.

"Ah, yeah, well sort of," I said remembering, for in truth it never had been very long, and certainly never ending in my climaxing.

"I see," she grinned, "just as I thought. So even though it's perhaps been exciting, it really hasn't been all that pleasurable for you now has it?" 

I realized that Anita was holding one of her own breasts, cupping it with her hand. Stupidly, I wondered briefly if she was simply giving herself an exam, but then she began slowly caressing one of her nipples with the tip of her finger.

"Well yeah, I mean it does feel good..." I was getting a bit flustered now, both by her questioning, but also by the fact she was standing here in front of me openly touching herself.

"Did you like it when you licked her? Did that excite you? Did it excite her?" she asked.

Anita had allowed one hand to slowly move down between her legs, she now openly parted them as she stood there, allowing her fingers to gingerly fondle herself, one disappearing momentarily inside before taking it, placing it within her own mouth and licking it off.

"Did you enjoy the way she tasted? Or did that turn you off?" she asked, repeating what she'd just done once again.

The fact that I was now actually staring to grow an erection didn't surprise me. The frank bold discussion we'd begun having had already gotten me a little aroused as it was, but now, sitting here actually watching my girlfriends mother touching herself the way she was doing, had short-circuited common sense and logic, had my hard prick had any to begin with.

"No, I loved licking her," I now said, feeling the arousal in my tone of voice taking over, a new found boldness of wanting to be as explicitly clear with her as she was now being with me. "I really do enjoy licking her pussy," I added, seeing the impact of having said that etched so clearly in her face as she automatically dropped her hand once again down between her legs. "And I love playing with her tits, sucking them too," I continued, feeling the heat rise in myself, watching the impact of my words upon Theresa's mother as I spoke them. "You have nice tits too," I told her. "They look a lot like Theresa's."

She actually blushed, once again cupping them both as though willing me to compare them to her daughter's youthfulness.

"Thank you," she smiled, "I'm glad you like them, it's been a while since I've even heard a man tell me he appreciates the way they look."

"Well they look beautiful," I said once again, meaning it. Perhaps not quite as uplifted as her daughters, but with both women having fairly large breasts, they would have never been called "perky" anyway. Anita's had a natural maturity to them that I found just as alluring as I had her daughters, her nipples perhaps a bit longer, thicker and fuller as they stood up and off her chest so invitingly.

"So when you and Theresa had your little talk, did you discuss the two of us having oral sex?" I asked.

She laughed at that. "We did, and I told her that it was important that if you did it for her, that she needed to do the same for you as well. Something my husband would never do for me."

"You mean he never?"

"No, never. And as much as I enjoyed doing it for him, it wasn't something he felt like he should ever have to do, or be required to do for me. So no...he never did."

"Wow," was all I could think of to say to that. 

"My point exactly," Anita sighed. "Like I said, it's been a while, too long in fact," she added wistfully.

Her hand was once again down between her legs, teasing herself though I could see she was more lost in thought than actually realizing she was playing with herself so openly in front of me. Then she seemed to become aware that she was, looking at me.

"Does it arouse you to see me doing this?" she asked.

I nodded my head. "Yes, admittedly it does." I told her throwing caution to the wind.

"So you are aroused then?" she pressed.

The reminder and confirmation of that causing me to fidget once again where I sat.

"Yes, very."

"Would you...do something for me?" she wondered.

"What?"

"Would you at least let me watch you."

"Watch me?"

"Stroking yourself, while I do?"

I was horny. Damn fucking horny in fact by this point. And if I'd been given any time whatsoever to think about this, I might not have agreed, but under the circumstances, we were just talking about touching ourselves here, and not one another. So somehow, that made it seem less wicked than it really was.

"O.K.," I said still not sure of what she wanted me to do though I unzipped my Levi's, fished around inside for a moment and finally freed my half bent over stiff cock.

"Not like that," she told me then. "Let me see you, really see you," she urged. "Take your pants off at least."

I quickly stood allowing them to fall down around my ankles, though I wasn't about to remove them either. Only now did I begin to remotely worry about Theresa arriving home a bit unexpectedly, though I'd been glancing at my watch every few minutes as it was.

"We've still got plenty of time," Anita said catching me as I did that. There was a clock on the bathroom wall too that hung above me. "You've got a very nice cock," she said suddenly, "and a very hard one as well."

It was. Very hard. And I began stroking it as she stood there watching me, as I sat there watching her as Anita went back to toying, and fingering herself.

It was then that the damn phone rang.

"Shit! I'd better answer that," she said slipping past me back out into the hallway without even grabbing a towel to cover herself with. I heard her answer, speaking softly for a moment, then say good-bye. It hadn't sounded like she'd been talking to Theresa, though now I was more nervous about that than I had been before.

"I'm sorry. Work, they need me to come in as soon as I can get there," she explained apologetically. In a weird way, I was relieved by that.

Her face was flushed as she spoke. "Rick, I'd still like to continue this another time if you'd permit it. Like I said, it's been a while, and I really was enjoying watching you. Would you think about it?" she asked, then adding. "And of course, there's no reason for Theresa to ever know any of it either."

"Sure," I said simply, not at all sure now that the lust had diminished, replaced by fear that Theresa could have come home at any moment and possibly have caught us, though the reality said, she still wouldn't be home for at least half an hour yet.

Still nervous and a little unsure of myself now, I scribbled a note for Theresa, told her that I'd call her a bit later, and then headed home. Under the circumstances, I really didn't want to face seeing her, let alone anyone else until I had a chance to think about everything that had, or had nearly just happened.

#

The following days were interesting enough to say the least. I began to believe that Anita had had second thoughts or if nothing else was dealing with a very guilty conscience as she avoided me like the plague.

Because of that, I had begun to feel more than a little sheepish myself, becoming moody as well as irritable. On top of that, Theresa, her younger sister and brother were all scheduled to travel to California for two weeks to visit with their father as that's where he had eventually moved to. I wasn't looking forward to her going, but it seemed that the closer and closer the day came to her going, the worse we seemed to fight. It had gotten so bad; I had actually given her an excuse to keep from seeing her two days before she actually did leave.

When Friday night came, we'd planned weeks ago to spend another "special" evening together as she'd be flying out first thing in the morning. Again, her mother had left for work; Carmen was spending the night with friends, and her brother Michael was out on a "heavy" date himself, as he'd put it. That left Theresa and I one of the few rare evenings where we actually would be left alone to our own amusements.

As stressful as things had been between us lately, a great deal of confusion and guilt sprinkled in on top of all that, I wasn't about to let anything else interfere with our last night together for quite some time.

This was also one of those rare few times where we'd taken off all of our clothing. Slipping into bed beside her, touching her so freely and without hindrance was well worth the wait. And though I still may have been a novice at it, I did well enough to give her two very sweet orgasms with my tongue. Afterwards, Theresa and I exchanged places, and I sat back prepared to enjoy the brief all too typical dick licking and a little sucking to which she would then decide enough time was spent, and finish jacking me off. Even so, I still enjoyed that, and would be allowed to fondle and play with her breasts while she did that until I came, which I again always enjoyed.

This time, it was different however. She took her time with me and did things to me with her mouth she'd never done before. When I knew I was on the verge of climaxing, I told her as a forewarning, again, expecting her to sit up and finish me off with her hand. But she didn't. She kept sucking me, even though I was all but ejaculating in her mouth already, trying to warn her without coming out and telling her so. Finally, she just hummed a sort of "Uh huh" around my prick as she sucked it, letting me know that truly was her intention.

I thought I had died and gone to heaven afterwards. Never before in my entire life had I had an orgasm as intensely satisfying as that one had been.

I don't know how long we just lay there in the dark holding one another, but it was quite a while before we realized we needed to get up. We'd barely gotten dressed, straightened things up with me already walking out the front door when her mother pulled up in the drive having gotten off work a little earlier than usual. I'd already said my good-byes of course and was in a hurry to get home. Anita stopped me at the gate however before I made it out to my car.

"I need to speak to you," she told me quickly. "Can you come over sometime in the afternoon tomorrow?"

"Ah, sure, yes," I said wondering, "why?"

"I'll tell you then," she said with a serious edge to her tone of voice, then headed on into the house leaving me to stand there and wonder.

I drove home and spent a very listless night trying to sleep. Images of Theresa as well as her mother, both nude kept swimming and dancing around inside my head. Even masturbating yet again didn't make the sexual emotions and images go away either.

As agreed, I arrived around three that following afternoon. Anita met me at the door, so she must have been waiting, watching through the window for me to pull up. She offered me a glass of wine, which I accepted though I really wasn't much of a drinker, let alone wine at that. But it did help to calm my nervousness, as I was even more nervous now alone with her than I had been that day in the bathroom.

"I wanted to give you some time and space to think about what I told you," she began. "I didn't then, or do now...want to make you feel uncomfortable around me."

"Oh...I'm NOT!" I assured her. "In fact, I thought that maybe you were angry with me or something."

Anita had taken a seat on the couch and patted the cushion next to her wanting me to sit down.

"Whatever gave you that idea?" She asked.

I sat down, though hugging the opposite end facing her. "Well for one thing, you ignored me completely, so I began to think that you were pissed at me or something, and started to think all kinds of things." I said honestly, especially as I had been.

Anita smiled softly. "Maybe, maybe I was a little angry, but certainly not with you, more like myself," she admitted. 

"Why?"

"I think you know why without my having to say it," she told me. I got aroused, carried away in talking to you, knowing you could see me, wondering what affect if any it was having on you. And obviously it did, and that got me aroused even more, so much so, that I wanted to do a lot more than just watch you touching yourself," she told me.

"You did?"

"Yes, I did. And I thought about it a lot after that too. I used to lie in bed and masturbate, thinking about sucking you, you licking and yes even fucking me."

Hearing her say the word was like a jolt straight to my prick, and I felt it lurch in surprise and delight, especially that a grown woman would even admit to doing what she'd obviously been doing and thinking about in the first place.

I know my face reddened, "I've embarrassed you," she said. Anita closed the gap between us sliding over on the couch. She was inches away from me at that point. "Would you like to kiss me?" She asked. But rather than waiting for an answer, she simply leaned over doing just that.

I've kissed a number of girls, Theresa and I doing a considerable amount of that ourselves, but in all my life I don't believe I was ever kissed quite like that. When her lips first touched mine, it was a fleeting barely touching kind of sensation. Lured into a sense of easiness, I'd expected her to pull away. She didn't however, the pressure gradually increasing as her soft sweet lips melted against mine, her tongue suddenly sneaking out exploring my mouth as mine in turn began doing the same thing with hers.

She then sucked my upper lip, my lower, lips once again pressing, tongues fencing with each other. I don't know how long we sat there kissing like that, it seemed like an eternity. When she finally did break it off, I was left breathless and gasping excitedly. The surprises however had just barely begun. So absorbed in the kiss itself, I had not been aware that Anita had also managed to undo most of the buttons on her blouse. As we parted, she leaned back away from me, only then did I realize what she'd done as her blouse stood completely open, her lacy bra-clad breasts staring at me.

"Wow!" I said. It was about all I could think of to say. The kiss itself had been incredible, but as Anita had sat back revealing to me that her blouse was also open, I was saying "Wow" to the unexpected appearance of those luscious mature looking breasts of hers too.

As though afraid I wouldn't act, not taking the initiative to finish undressing her, perhaps fearful in fact that she might scare me away, Anita removed her blouse entirely. And that fact wasn't probably too far from the truth either. Theresa was several hundred miles away, yet for a moment, I feared that she might walk through the front door, finding her mother and I together on the couch at any moment now.

I was certainly aroused, her kiss had accomplished that much all by itself. Now as she reached behind undoing the clasp on her bra, I felt my cock twitch inside my jeans, reminding me that I was about to experience a hell of a lot more than simply a passionate kiss. I struggled with the guilt of all this simultaneously. I was aroused, far more than I had any right to be under the circumstances, but I also felt like if I didn't get up and leave soon, that I wouldn't be able to either.

When her bra came undone I knew then I was a gonner. Allowing it to slip down off her arms, her bare breasts stood out before me invitingly, her nipples puckered, hard swollen and in need.

"Did you really like the way my breasts looked when you saw them in the shower?" She asked.

My mouth was bone dry. I felt like a man who'd crossed the Sahara without water as I tried to speak. "They're...you're...oh yes...beautiful!" I somehow managed to finally spit out, and simultaneously reached out cupping them each within my hands.

Anita's laugh was soft, gentle. The smile that accompanied that was filled with promise of things to come as I sat there filling my hands with her tits, marveling at the fullness of them, as well as the incredible hardness of her two aching little protrusions.

"Are they as pretty as Theresa's?" She asked. I winced slightly at that remark, the unexpected reminder of who I was with and what I was doing once again drawing my attention back to the front door as though my girlfriend could walk through it at any moment. Anita seemed to sense my unfounded fears and immediately acted. If I thought our last kiss was passionate, this one nearly made me climax.

This time she sucked my tongue as though sucking my prick, and in my mind, she was! She was also very good at undoing buttons while kissing which I quickly discovered as her hands had magically undone all of mine. Anita then pulled my shirt out of my jeans, opening it, and began kissing and tonguing my much smaller nipples, though they responded to that with a tingling sensation that gave my prick an even firmer hardness. As adept as she was at undoing buttons, she was even better when it came to belt buckles and zippers.

I moaned as she continued sucking my tongue off, the cool air the first indication that my pants were undone, zipper down. The next, her warm hand seeking me out as she reached through the fly of my boxers fishing out my now very hard, very firm, very slippery erection.




Lost Innocence



Lightheaded, dizzy with the excitement that overwhelmed me, Anita finally broke our kiss moving quickly as she reached down jerking my jeans from beneath me, pulling my boxers down and away from my cock in the process. Without waiting for so much as a moment more, she slid down on the couch, engulfing my prick inside her mouth sucking me urgently. There were no preliminaries, no tentative explorations. Just pure, simple hard demanding pressure as her lips and mouth vacuumed my shaft.

"Oh shit!" I cried. The last thing I wanted to do was lose it this quickly. But there was no stopping it. Her mouth had caught me totally unawares, her lips vice-like as they wrapped around the head of my dick pulling the rich cream up my shaft and into her waiting mouth only seconds after having begun.

"Oh fuck! Anita!" I wailed, feeling spurt after delicious spurt leaping from my prick, bathing the insides of her mouth in an abundance of thick, rich creamy nectar.

As good as she obviously was, there was far too much of my ejaculation for her to take without choking or gagging on it. She allowed the excess to escape her lips, drooling it sensually back down upon my shaft. As her mouth masturbated my prick, I felt the additional slippery sensation of my own cum caught within her lips stimulating, washing my throbbing pulsating penis as it continued erupting in glorious ball- bursting ecstasy.

Weak-kneed still shivering with the tingling sensation of my orgasm, Anita sat up kissing me again. I tasted the salty-sweet mixture of my own spending still on her lips as we embraced. She then broke the brief kiss standing, pulling me up with her as she did. I quickly shrugged out of my jeans, kicking my shoes off simultaneously. Taking me by the hand, Anita led me towards the bedroom. I felt like a lamb being led to slaughter, enjoying every minute of it as I trailed behind her in a euphoric mind-numbed bliss.

Entering her bedroom Anita quickly stripped off her slacks removing her matching white cotton panties at the same time. It wasn't a strip tease, not by any means, but it was one of the most erotic things I had seen anyone ever do. I stood there, zombie-like, my cock once again hardening as though having a mind of its own.

"Come", she said, saying a thousand things to me with one word. As she slipped onto the bed, I seemingly floated towards her not even aware of my bare feet padding across the carpeted floor. Fluffing several large pillows up behind her head, Anita positioned herself, legs spread, obscenely, vulgarly. Transfixed by her pussy's beckoning I slithered up between her legs like a snake looking for a warm place to nestle. And I found one.

After the all too quick but incredible oral pleasuring I'd received in the living room, I was determined to bring Anita as much joy if not more than I had received in doing the same for her. As my tongue gingerly brushed against the soft moist lips of her slit, my taste buds were assaulted by the rich spicy flavor of her juices. Within seconds I was drunk, intoxicated, overwhelmed by the musky, lusty scent of her pussy as I devoured her.

"Oh Ricky, Ricky, Ricky!" She moaned over and over again as I flicked the tip of my tongue back and forth against the surface of her hard swollen little clit. Stretching my hands upwards towards her breasts, I included the additional stimulation there, finding and tweaking her taut fat little nipples, hearing her deep-throated groan of pleasure as I assaulted each, now softly but firmly sucking her clit as though sucking on them.

"Harder!" She begged. "Pinch them harder for me please!"

I did so, gathering her equally blood engorged clitoris between my lips, sucking it furiously matching the tempo and pressure of her nipples as I continued playing with them now squeezing them for all I was worth.

I sucked her hard little soldier harder as well now too, eliciting a deep-throated gut-wrenching moan from her in the process, my tongue becoming a miniature little vibrator, buzzing her nubbin of flesh until she was crying out in a mixed pleasure of pain and ecstasy.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" 

Her hands grabbed the top of my head fisting my hair forcing my face to bury itself even more deeply against her cunt, nearly smothering me in the process. In seconds, I was being drenched in a never ending river of female cum cream as she convulsed, spurted, convulsed and then spurted again.

Through tightly clenched teeth, she screamed out in a long low desperate moan that shook the foundation of her soul, exploding in the rapture of her pleasure as well as my own.

Moments later I sat up gasping for breath, face drenched, covered in her juices. Anita was sobbing uncontrollably, frightening me initially. Bewildered I asked her if she was ok. Her crying turned suddenly to almost hysterical laughter, confusing me even more so than I already was.

"Kiss me," she demanded through her giggles.

Now it was her turn to taste her juices, which coated nearly my entire face. That same musky scent that I had so deliriously become drunk on, now seemed to grow even stronger as we once again came together, kissing, tongues sharing and swapping the faint traces of her climax.

I had long ago become hard once again. My prick stood up between my legs, swollen, angry looking. As we parted from our kiss, her hand reached down clasping my stiff throbbing member.

"Fuck me."

As odd as it may seem, the mere mention of that word paralyzed me into near immobility. I of course had somewhere in my subconscious, knew everything we'd been doing had been leading up to this very moment.

"Fuck me Ricky...fuck me...now."

Emotionally, I had reached the height of epitome. I wavered on the ledge of uncertainty, grasping for a toehold, a finger-hold on my feelings. The promise I had made so long ago to Theresa the focal point of my thoughts, Anita's hand gently stroking my prick, coaxing it to even greater hardness became the prison of my soul.

Anita slowly fell backwards onto the bed, drawing me with her as she did. As though in slow motion, an out of body experience occurring simultaneously, I saw myself falling forward, collapsing upon her. I saw as well as felt my shaft nestle comfortably within the still warm wet slit of her wide-open beckoning flower. Her lips surrounded me in exquisite comfort, reassuring me, caressing me, tenderly kissing my penis as though her mouth itself had somehow changed places with her pussy.

"Fuck me," she said one last time, and I entered her. 

There are no words that can adequately describe that first initial sensation, that first coupling. As my penis slid inside her, I was immediately overwhelmed by a series of sensations that seized my chest, tore through the tips of my toes, short circuiting every emotional thought coursing through my mind. As erotic and sensual as her sucking me had been out in the living room, it was nothing compared to this. Like warm butter she soaked my shaft as I slid deeply inside her, her pussy sucked at me, clamping down around me as though urgently trying to keep me inside rather than allowing me to withdraw. The pure pleasured torture as I did gave way to promises of even greater delight as I again slid back inside that perfect fitting glove, feeling the head of my prick expanding in eager lustful anticipation.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" She cried out over and over again. Horrified, even as I withdrew and prepared for the third onslaught down the gauntlet of tingly pricking places I had never known or ever before experienced, I felt the unmistakable discharge of my first eruption spewing even before I had begun to thrust back inside of her for the third time.

"Oh no!" I cried out in frustration, feeling the second fantastic and glorious spurt exploding from the head of my prick as I did, fighting to no avail to keep myself from doing so.

"Let it go...let it go..." Anita whispered softly to me, the feel of her hands on my ass, pressing, pushing me into her, against her. I buried myself as deeply into her as it was possible for me to do. And there, I emptied myself into her, over and over again, feeling the hot glorious spasms of my release bathing the inside of those warm soft walls that grabbed me, held me, and milked from me the last of my sticky release.

Embarrassed, shamed beyond all reason, I neither had the strength nor the desire to vocally express my sorrow, my inabilities to have given her any pleasure what so ever. Or so I had thought. Stroking my head soothingly, holding me tightly against her breast we lay together unmoving for an eternity. My breaths finally slowing, my heart gradually calming until I was sure it would no longer come apart from the force of my orgasm.

My once proud stiff cock shrank, again reminding me of my inability to have proved to her that I could please her as I had only up until now fantasized about being able to do.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry." I finally managed to say, still nestled sweetly against her breasts, still comforted by her hands slowly stroking and caressing my back, shoulders and head.

"Shh, Shh," she said, again reassuring me, comforting me as though I were a small boy who'd been injured. And in a disconcerting way, it was exactly the way I now felt.

I felt my cock slip from her pussy of its own accord. Knew without having to look that it would be less than half its size, and again felt embarrassed, even guilty by that realization. Anita moved, forcing me to move from atop of her. I lowered my hands towards my lap as I sat up allowing her to free herself from me. Though I didn't move any more than that, I was already frantically looking for my clothing, my instincts telling me to dress, to run, to hide my embarrassment at having failed to please her in this most intimate of ways.

Anita however had other plans. Standing on the floor before me, she began to slowly, methodically touch herself. Spreading her pussy apart with one hand, she exposed even more clearly her hot throbbing clit, fingering it lightly with the tip of her finger. Her face was etched in such erotic lust that it was more beautiful than I had ever seen anyone look or appear before. I watched as her tongue slowly wet, remoistening her lips, her eyes half-slits of lustiness as she looked down upon me where I sat watching her.

Stunned, I felt the first twitch of my prick as it suddenly reawakened. Within moments, it had begun to harden, lengthening, stiffening again. Taking my hands from within my lap, I allowed Anita to witness this particular miracle. I watched as the corners of her mouth turned up knowingly, expectantly, not at all awed by the miraculous. 

Anita quit playing with herself and moved towards the bed, pushing me back climbing on top of me as she did.

"You fucked me, now, it's my turn to fuck you!"

By the time we again lay in one another's arms, I was smiling broadly, proudly, even boastfully. Contentedly Anita lie atop me her soft continued sighs of happiness wrapping me like a blanket of security.

After a considerable amount of time she again spoke, but this time her words were sad, filled with a knowing sorrow.

"Ricky, you know we can never, ever do this again." She spoke with a longing that was already being felt by both of us, as though this recently shared moment was already a memory having taken place in years past.

"I know," I responded back, knowing the uncertain truth of her statement, and yet relishing that this moment in time would somehow never end.

#

The Vietnam war was soon upon us, young men everywhere suddenly drafted or enlisting into the armed services. As such, so it was for me. With the uncertainty of the future, I could not in good faith marry Theresa only to leave her days later. Even she was not as yet ready for marriage herself, which held us both only to promises made, and hopes for reuniting if it was meant to be for us, which it wasn't. I never knew if she had remained a virgin until her wedding night. Nor did I ever know what eventually ever happened to her either. I heard only that she had met someone else, telling me that she was happy and would soon be married to him. I never heard from her again, and perhaps it was fitting that I never did.

Even now I still look back into that moment of time, I still think and wonder about my old girl friend and whatever happened to her. But I still even more clearly see the image of Anita's face, an older version of her daughter perhaps, and I smile and remember.