3 comments/ 92147 views/ 7 favorites Television Takes Our Innocence By: ohstoney It was Sunday afternoon and Paul was relaxing into his couch ready for his typical weekend baseball action. Paul was a writer. He had been a staffer and speechwriter for the Clinton Administration but was now doing freelance work so he could spend some time with his daughter. Her name was Natalie, and she was sat at the opposite end of the couch. Natalie had turned eighteen a couple of months ago and was off to college soon. Irrespective of this she still had the ability to be a little petulant. "Do we have to watch this, daddy?" She inquired. "It's the Astros versus the Yankees, honey. They're in different leagues, so they hardly ever play, this might be a dress rehearsal of the World Series, and most importantly Roger Clemens has just resigned for the Yankees." "But you always have the remote. If you would let me have a TV in my room then I wouldn't disturb you as much." "I don't want you to just go to your room and stay there all day. You'd just lock yourself away up there and I wouldn't see you again until the day I take you to Notre Dame." Natalie, though, knew how to get around her father. "Did you have one in you room when you were young, daddy?" She knew the answer. "Yes." "So why can't I?" she inquired. "I only watched mine when I was in bed or when there was something I really wanted to watch. I don't think you'll do that." "You're wrong, daddy." Paul sat in silence. He didn't want to start an argument about it, but also Roger Clemens had just taken to the mound at Yankee Stadium in pinstripes for the first time in three years. "The count is two and two with two away. Ensberg is on first after the fielding error from Robinson Cano and will be running. Clemens to Berkman, here's the pitch..." Paul decided that if this pitch was a strike he would relent to his daughter's wishes. "He blows it by him with the cheese up high. Strike three and the side is retired," enthused the commentator. "Damon, Jeter and Sheffield due up." "Ok, honey. I'm going to get the TV out of the attic and put it in your room," her face lit up, "but only for a week's trial. If you spend too much time in your room I'm taking it back." "And that doesn't mean you can just play by the rules for a week and then I lose you again," he added as an afterthought. Natalie moved across the couch and hugged her father. "When are you going to get it, daddy?" "After the game, buster. Now come and watch it with me." Natalie was disappointed but knew she couldn't resist. She was capable of watching baseball for a couple of hours, 'was that how long one of these games lasted', she thought to herself. Anyway, she was happy and threw her arms around her father. To do so she moved even closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. In doing this she allowed her youthful eighteen year old breasts to land on Paul's slightly withering, he had recently given up weight training, bicep. Paul tried to ignore it for a while and focus on the game. Damon had just stolen second, but all he could think of was the sensation of his daughter's chest moving up and down his arm with every breath that she took. His inebriation from Natalie was only increased when he noticed her hardening nipple poking through his shirt and into his skin. He knew that this was is daughter making him feel light headed but he couldn't get her off of his mind. Whilst trying not to draw attention to himself he first rearranged his pants, the turned his eye line so he could look at his daughter. Of course he knew that she was a beautiful young woman. He was very proud of how she had turned out, though he suspected it had more to do with her mother than him, and he was doubly proud that for the most part she had kept herself away from boys and focused on her studies. Natalie was 5'8" with shoulder length reddish brown hair, just like her mother. Her figure was full and womanly and her face was punctuated by the most dazzling hazel eyes. Paul knew that she was a 34C, from when curiosity had got the better of him on laundry day. In sum, she was gorgeous and the weight of those breasts on his arm was making him feel some confusing emotions. Paul needed some respite and was granted the opportunity when Natalie stood up to get a drink. However, he was not able to use this time to get a grip on himself. Even Matsui driving home A-Rod with a sacrifice fly couldn't stop Paul swinging his neck to watch Natalie's ass in her skin tight jeans as she walked across the room towards the kitchen. Before he knew it Natalie had returned to the couch and her supple breasts again began their onslaught on his arm. Both of her nipples were fully erect now and there was little Paul could do to stop the blood rushing to his penis. As Natalie rubbed her body up against Paul's she looked down and saw his semi-hard cock pushing against the material of his pants. In spite of Paul's efforts Natalie knew what she could see and recognised that it was probably her breasts banging against his arm that was turning him on. The emotions that this should bring out in a girl did not come, however. Try as she might she could not get herself to move away from her father. She realised that she enjoyed having her breasts mashed up against him. There was a warmth between them and now Natalie was noticing it, not just between her chest and his arm but also with the tiny spot of moisture she could feel in her knickers. Natalie had always had a small, yet fervent, mischievous streak in her and she sensed a chance to be naughty. "Have you been with anyone since mom died, daddy?" She asked. "What's that, honey?" He replied, though Paul knew exactly what she had said.# "Have you seen anyone? A woman." Paul had been away in DC, they lived in Maryland, when his wife, Susan, had been killed in a car crash. Natalie didn't think he had been with anyone in those five years and thought this road could lead to her asking about his erection. "I had a thing with a woman a couple of years ago in DC," Paul wasn't sure what had brought this in but he had always felt he should be honest with his daughter, "it didn't last long though." Again silence, but for the TV, fell over them. The feelings for both of them were getting more and more intense. By now Paul was sure his daughter could see his erection, for all his efforts to conceal it, and Natalie was starting to worry that Paul would soon smell her wetness. "What makes you ask, honey?" Natalie's retort came quickly. "I was wondering why leaning my chest against you was giving you an erection." Whatever it was between them was now out in the open and everything had been exacerbated as a result. Both Paul and Natalie's heart rates were pounding. Pounding so hard that both felt their heart might rip through their skin. No more words were needed. Paul turned towards his daughter and found she was already staring at him. He moved his hand and placed it down on her thigh. The touch was electric and now it was just a matter of time. He slid his hand along her thigh until it was wrapped around her hip, just above the cut of her low rise jeans. Inadvertently he touched the top of her panties that were poking out above her jeans. The feeling of his fingers on the lacy edge was heavenly. Paul brought his other hand around and put it on the top of her stomach. From there he could feel the swell of his teenage daughter's breasts. He stared at them for a few seconds, but was interrupted when Natalie put her fingers on his chin and pushed his head up until their eyes met. Her hand dropped away, and as it did Paul leaned in towards her. His rugged mouth met with her soft voluptuous lips and they collapsed into each other. Natalie could feel a few beads of sweat forming on the small of her back. The excitement was getting to her but she did not want to stop. It was her who would make the bold move. She pushed her tongue out, into the kiss, and forced her father to open his mouth and accept it. Their tongues were entwined and both were fully aroused. This was an embrace between father and daughter but no one other than Paul and Natalie would have been able to tell. It felt for them as if the thermostat had been ratcheted up well above 100 F on what was already a hot, sunny day in the early Maryland summer. They planted kisses all over each other. Paul ran his lips across Natalie's cheek, down her neck, which sent an immense tingling through her spine, and then moved his neck along her collarbone until he was delving under her shirt. It was getting too much and they both began grasping at their clothes. Paul, however, took control. With his daughter reclining on the couch he took to the floor and knelt between her legs. At first he returned his hands to her heaving breasts and continued groping them, just as he had throughout their earlier kissing. Soon enough though he remembered what he had gotten into this position for and allowed his hands to continue on their journey. They sloped off of her chest and down her stomach. As he reached the bottom of her short blouse he felt the temperature at the end of his fingers increase significantly when he brushed against the skin just below her navel. What he noticed most was the slight film of sweat that covered her lithe body. This lubrication hastened his move to the target. Finally he had reached the buckle of the belt his daughter was wearing with her jeans. It was a belt like the kind you find on airplanes. Paul had spent a lot of time on planes whilst working at the White House and so this possibly perplexing obstacle was quickly overcome. He slid the belt apart, and with only the slightest hesitation he allowed his fingers to grasp the button at the top of Natalie's jeans. Next he would pull the zipper down. With her waistband released Paul grabbed Natalie's pants by the belt loops on either side of her hips. As he began the descent of her jeans down her thighs Natalie lifted her butt off of the couch and allowed her jeans to fall to her knees. From here Paul could finish the job by sliding the waistband over her calves, round her ankles, over her pink socks, and off. Quickly Paul discarded her jeans behind him and looked up to see what he had been waiting for ever since Natalie had pushed her chest against him and he had smelt her arousal in the air. He raised his chin down from her ankles, past her knees, along her thighs and then he locked onto her panty clad mound. Natalie had spread her legs slightly to give her father access to herself. Paul, however, suddenly felt a twang of nausea rising from his insides. His daughter was wearing a pair of white cotton panties covered in Disney insignia. Not only did he remember buying them for her about four years earlier, but to Paul, these knickers signified his daughter's innocence. None the less he was still transfixed on her sex. The heat from her panties engulfed him and in his heightened state this sense felt like his face was being burned. The temperature told him how aroused he had made his daughter and when he focused in on her cotton covered folds Paul could see Natalie's rapidly increasing wet spot. Undoubtedly though, he had been thrown off of his task and he felt he needed to say something. "I can't," he said, voice quivering. "I don't want to take your virginity." Worried she might lose this opportunity she quickly responded. "Daddy, I'm not a virgin. I've fucked a couple of boys." The rush of emotions for Paul were almost indescribable. His eighteen year old daughter had had sex with at least two different boys and he had been completely unaware of it. Unbelievably to him, though, Paul's strongest feeling was that of relief. He had been worried about taking his daughter's innocence, but now that he knew she had had more sex than him recently he felt free to resume his exploration of her body. Indeed, Natalie's actions now would finally remove any trepidation that lingered. "I know you want to fuck me, daddy." With these words Natalie felt for her top button and started undoing it. "And I really want to fuck you." There was little Paul could think of to say in response, but even if he had been able to the words would never have come out. Certainly not in the order they were meant to. Natalie was now half way down her blouse buttons and Paul could see the outer curvature of his daughter's breasts. It seemed to Paul to take her forever, but eventually Natalie undid the final button and was able to pull each side of the blouse away from her breasts, over her shoulders, and off. She now sat on the couch in just her wet knickers and her pink ankle socks. Natalie's breasts were magnificent. Very full, perfectly round and tanned all over. Any thoughts on Paul's behalf that this was a young girl were gone. She only had small areolas but her nipples were like bullets and the most perfect shade of pink. Natalie was looking for appreciation from her father, and she would get it when he sucked first her right then her left nipple into his mouth. The sensation drove her wild, her panties were now soaking. Paul was using his hands for the first time to touch her naked breasts. The softness of her flesh ignited his desire, but soon they were removed from his grasp. His daughter had stood up and had her fingers inside her panties. Through her juice sodden underwear Paul could see his daughter slide her digits along her folds. This intimate touch increased her excitement tenfold but pretty quickly she moved her hands to the side of her knickers and slid them down her legs. Once they passed her knees she let go and they fell to the floor at which point she kicked them across the room. Paul finally caught a glimpse of his daughter's mound and saw that whilst she was trimmed she had left some of her pubic hair. Again this reinforced to Paul that she was a woman. This chance to see her pussy was only to be a glance, though. Natalie turned around, her ass looked even better naked than it had in jeans, and bent over. She did this to remove her socks, but obviously knew that it would allow Paul to see her labia and the hole at which he would soon be aiming. Natalie's now full nudity drew attention to the fact that Paul was still fully clothed. "Do you like what you see, daddy?" asked Natalie, though the stretch in the fabric of Paul's pants clearly gave an answer. "Yes, buster." "Good. I think it's time you did the same for me." Having said that she sat back down on the couch, the cool feeling of the leather against her cunt, and her wetness, was new for her. Paul pulled his t-shirt over his head to revel what was still a trim body, though not as ripped as it once had been. Natalie was enthralled but desperate to see the rest. Her father's pants were removed just as quickly and now Natalie was ready to see what she wanted. Aware of this Paul took his time but soon enough he had removed his boxers, and as he did, his eight inch cock sprang back up out of the waistband. Natalie was ecstatic at the sight of it and was itching to start the serious part of the action. She walked over to Paul, hugged him to herself, and this time initiated the kiss. It was long and wet, and full of the passion that consumed them. With every movement of their tongues Natalie's insides churned with the excitement that washed over her. After what seemed like an eternity, though was probably only a matter of seconds, she broke the kiss and began moving to the floor. Natalie adopted a position kneeling in front of her father, the head of his cock was now staring directly at her. Without even a seconds hesitation she allowed her lips to surround first the head of his penis and then to descend down the length of his impressive shaft. Natalie loved sucking cock and Paul loved the feeling of his penis banging against his daughter's throat as she picked up the pace. She was really getting into it now and was managing to get the whole of Paul's length in her mouth and was able to touch his balls with her bottom lip. This sent him mad with desire but the sensation was only to be heightened when Natalie looked up at him and stared into his eyes. The direct contact and the genuine look of love told Paul he was going to have to stop her, otherwise he would be cumming far too early. "I want to lick your pussy," Paul emitted huskily. "Ok, daddy," was Natalie's reply as she let his member slide out of her mouth with a satisfying slurping sound. She took her father by the hand and lead him back to the couch. Natalie sat down, spread her legs as far as she could, opening herself to Paul, and beckoned for him to climb between her thighs. The first thing that Paul noticed was that Natalie's pussy juice was slathered all over her legs, even down past her knees. He ducked his head down and ran his tongue up and down her thighs, taking all of her sweetness into his mouth, the taste was divine. "I love the taste of your honey pot, baby. You're so horny aren't you?" "Mmmm..." was all that she could manage in response. The teasing of Paul's tongue on her legs was immense, she couldn't wait until he allowed her real pleasure by latching onto her clit and labia and sliding his tongue and fingers inside her. She also couldn't wait to feel the robustness of his cock deep inside her, she was sure that he would stretch her wide. Having licked up all of her nectar Paul moved his mouth closer to his daughter's vagina. He could feel the heat of it on his face and the smell was in his nostrils. Natalie could finally feel his breath on her dripping pussy, as well as being able to feel her juices ooze out of her folds and into her butt crack. Paul nestled his nose in the hair that Natalie left above the cleft of her young cunt, his chin was less than an inch from the sensitive nub of her clit, which was fully erect and pulsating with excitement. He moved his head around and licked every single part of her mound other than her folds. It was now moving out of the area of teasing and almost into pain for Natalie, she was utterly desperate for the release that would come when her touched her most receptive parts. "Ohhh, Oh my God," she moaned. Paul knew that it was time. His daughter was desperate for him to use his tongue to send her to heaven. "Are you ready?" he asked, there was little need for this question and little need for a response. Paul dove straight for her hole. He eclipsed the entire of her labia with his mouth and drove his tongue inside her. At this touch Natalie exploded. She needed him as deep within her as possible so she ran her fingers through Paul's hair, grabbed the back of his skull and pushed his head further in towards her. He rotated his tongue inside her a few more times but then withdrew it. His action was met with a sigh from Natalie as suddenly she was empty. Soon, however, he restarted his onslaught on her wetness and licked up and down her labia. This was a different and equally pleasurable experience for Natalie and one which was driving her close to the edge. Up until now Paul had purposefully ignored her clit, he wanted to spend time getting her to cum so that she would explode while he had his face between her thighs. He sensed it was now the time to move north, however, and he allowed his tongue to flick rhythmically against her nub. It was not going to take long to bring her to orgasm and to help her along her slid his index finger into his daughter's slit. This finger was quickly joined by a second with which Paul began an exploration of the inside of his daughter. The pressure for Natalie was becoming intense and as Paul slid his fingers past the second knuckle Natalie was ready to cum. One final flick on her clitoris was all it took, Natalie spiralled out of control, began to buck wildly against Paul's fingers and both of them felt the tremors of her vaginal walls contracting against his fingers. Television Takes Our Innocence Ch. 02 Natalie's week long trial had expired, but the TV had not been removed by her father. In fact her father had been away this weekend, yet she decided to go to room earlier than usual, and was lying back on her bed watching re-runs of some terrible sitcoms. There was a nationally televised baseball game on, but even though the thought of baseball made her instantly hot, she still couldn't bear to sit through three hours of a game. It was even warmer than it had been last Sunday and so Natalie didn't plan to get under her covers. The baby blue towelling pyjamas that she wore were a few years old now and were a little tight, however, she loved how soft the material felt against her skin and so refused to throw them away. She had removed her make-up and tied her hair back with a scrunchie in preparation for bed, but she still looked unerringly beautiful. The thought of baseball would always make Natalie horny now, but when she thought about it she'd had a wet feeling between her legs almost constantly since she had made love to her father. He was the most talented lover she had ever had, and as well as continuing their trysts together during the week, Natalie had been masturbating several times a day thinking about him. Natalie rolled on to her right side, her face was still staring at the TV set, though she had little idea of what was on, and moved her hands towards her waistband. She undid the loopy knot, released it from her hands and felt her pants expand around her hips. Now she had access to herself, and didn't waste anytime homing in on her panties. Her hand slipped under the waistband though for now she kept her fingers on the outside of her large pink cotton panties. Natalie only wore sexy knickers when she was going out and much preferred the feeling of cotton on her vagina than silk or lace. The index finger of her left hand slid down to her slit and already she was wet, the material of her panties in contact with this cleft was sticky to touch. Feeling her wetness made her even hotter, not only did her pussy get more and more turned on as she slipped her fingers all over herself but she also began to perspire across her whole body. Natalie felt her labia begin to pulsate, but was able to pull her hands away from her mound so that she could rip open the buttons of her top. The temperature in her room, partly down to the summer, partly down to her arousal, meant that she was desperate to expose her young tits. The hormones flying around her system were making her arms tremble a little and so she wasn't fully in control of her actions. None the less she grabbed at the top button on her top and pulled it open. She moved down and unclasped the next two. With her pyjamas partly open she could already see her nipples, just beginning on their journey towards full hardness. Now she was desperate to be topless and so attached her hands to either side of her shirt and ripped them apart. One of the buttons flew off but eventually Natalie's breasts were free of the tight cotton that had been rubbing against her and making her sweat. Slipping the shirt of her pyjamas over her shoulders and down her arms was a relief, however, she was still boiling hot. Her boobs were free to sway with the movements of her body but Natalie needed greater relief. She swung her ass round and put her feet on the floor, Natalie had to get up and walk over to the window. She didn't care who might see her youthful tits through her window, she needed a breeze to blow across her room. Having opened her window as far as she could and rolling the Venetian blinds right up to the top she returned to her bed. The difference was felt instantly by Natalie, the wind that swept in hit her on the back, the effect of this heightened by the drops of sweat running down her. The few hairs she had on her body were erect on the ends of Goosebumps. Natalie hadn't done the bow up on her pants before she went to the window and they had been slowly slipping down her thighs. If anyone had been watching Natalie through the window, not only would they have seen her C-cup breasts, but they would now be able to see her ass with a pair of pink cotton panties tucked up her butt crack. Her panties were totally soaked in her crotch, not only was the back up her crack but the front was stuck in her slit. Natalie knew that she wouldn't be needing her pyjama bottoms any longer so she slid them the rest of the way down and kicked them off. Having done that she reached around and released the material from between her cheeks, rearranged the waistline so her knickers were on straight again, and returned to the bed. After a few circular rubs on the outside of her cotton covered cooch, Natalie delved inside of them. For the first time that night she felt her fingers on her naked sex. Whilst keeping her left middle fingertip firmly on her clit she moved her right index and middle fingers out of her hole and up her body. She touched against her nipple then moved her hand to her mouth and tasted herself. The draught from the window swept across the room and across her chest. Both of her nipples, the one covered in her juice and the one that wasn't, were fully erect, and Natalie was fully aroused. She fell back deeply into her bed, put her right hand back under her knicker-elastic and started fantasising. For the first time this week, while Natalie rubbed her fingers in her sticky cunt, she did not think about some of the things she had done with her father, she actually thought back to the time that she lost her virginity. Her eighteenth birthday was the 16th of March, and her best friend, Rachel, was born ten days later. They decided to share a party, and as Paul was away for that week, Natalie had it at her house. It was a typical eighteenth birthday party, not too out of control, Natalie and Rachel weren't in that kind of circle of friends, yet there was a keg, brought by some of the boys, and some pretty loud music to dance to. Everyone was in the mood and after a couple of hours many of the partiers had started to couple up. Natalie hadn't, but she had noticed that someone was staring at her from across the other side of the room. The guy was Jason, a reasonably good friend with whom she had a few classes at school. She had had no idea, however, that his feelings were of more than friendship. Thinking about Jason's staring moved the intensity of Natalie's masturbation up to another level. Her breathing became deeper, she arched her back and grabbed her tit into her left hand, whilst slipping her second finger back into her pussy. Natalie hadn't expected to be receiving these looks from her friend Jason, but now that she had noticed them, she couldn't stop returning them. She attempted to do it stealthily, but after a few minutes their eyes met. Natalie felt herself tense up as this happened, and now as she rode her fingers she could feel the same sensation. The clock rolled around to 1am and the party guests were beginning to thin out. Soon after it was 2am and Rachel walked over to Natalie, "I'm going to go, honey." In fact they were the last to leave. After a while of their enticing looks, Jason had attained the courage he needed to approach Natalie, since then they had been talking and flirting. Jason had even started to rub her thigh, and she was starting to feel heat between her legs and was pretty sure that against the material of Jason's jeans she could see his erect cock. The door slammed behind Rachel as she left, Jason and Natalie were now alone. Both felt a fizzy feeling at the top of their stomachs, both were excited about what might happen. Jason's hand was moving up and down Natalie's thigh, the two of them moved closer to each other. They stared at into the other's eyes for what seemed like forever and Natalie began to melt into Jason. She now put her hand on him also, and leant in for the kiss. Jason was not very experienced, though, and just continued staring at her. Natalie knew that she would have to take the lead. "Don't you want to kiss me?" Natalie inquired. Jason nodded his answer but the rest of his body remained paralysed. Natalie leant in further and pushed her lips to Jason's. His mouth was wide open straight away. Natalie was disappointed at his amateurishness but none the less pushed her tongue into his mouth. She pushed Jason down onto the couch and they became one. Natalie was intensely aroused and started bucking her thighs against Jason's crotch. She had locked onto Jason's mouth, her tongue was exploring deep within it, and she rode him fully clothed. Natalie could feel his hard on pressing up against her jeans, making her wish she had worn a skirt so she could have really got the benefits of their dry humping. Ten minutes quickly passed and Natalie wanted to move things on. She rose up from their lying position so she was now riding Jason. Looking straight into his eyes she pulled her top up over her head and exposed her breasts. It was a low cut top, far too low for her to have worn a bra with it, and so straight away Jason saw the first pair of boobs he had seen in real life. He had never been particularly savvy with the girls at school, but now knew that he had won the jackpot when Natalie returned his affections. He stared at her beautiful womanly tits in amazement, he couldn't believe how hard her nipples were, and how hard she was making him. Jason loved looking at them but he desperately wanted to put his hands on his first pair of breasts. He stuck his hands out and grabbed them, he started mashing her boobs in his hands. Natalie wasn't happy about how hard he had latched onto her chest, but was buoyed by how much she turned him on with her top off. "You need to be softer, baby." Natalie instructed him. "Sorry." He replied as embarrassment rushed over him. "Don't worry, you're really making me hot." Natalie's reassurance made Jason feel better, but he continued to grope her with a little too much fervency. She pulled back away from his hands and shuffled herself down his body. Her chest rubbed along his stomach and she could tell that he had a pretty good body. "Take your shirt off." Natalie ordered as she descended towards his crotch. As she had expected Jason was ripped, his six pack made up for his boyish breast manipulations. Her arousal was hitting new heights and Natalie went straight for the buckle on his jeans. After ripping open the button she pulled down the zipper and shifted his pants over his hips as he pushed himself in the air to allow the waist down to his knees. Jason wanted his shaft out in the open now, he knew he was quite big and he wanted Natalie to see it, he wanted her to touch it. Quickly his boxers joined his jeans at his knees and Jason's well above average member was free. Natalie saw his cock and was excited, she had been riding his cock through his jeans, now she wanted to get serious with him. Jason lay right back, he couldn't believe such a gorgeous girl was sitting on top of him, topless, and she was about to take his penis in her hand. He couldn't remember feeling this hard. Natalie stared into his eyes and moved her right hand towards him. Her first touch was met with a deep groan from Jason, Natalie thought this was a good sign, but then she felt a warm spray shoot up her arm. Jason couldn't control his excitement and had cum at the very first touch by a woman on his penis. Instantly he turned red, he couldn't believe what had happened. Cumming quickly, even prematurely was likely, but before she had even stroked him, was unbelievably embarrassing. Natalie reached around and wiped his cum off onto his jeans. "Lets go upstairs." Natalie hoped that he would be able to get it up again, but she was definitely going to cum, however long it would take Jason. She stood up, extended her hand out to his and led him up to her bedroom. The young couple walked through Natalie's bedroom door, he was naked, having left his pants in the lounge, and she quickly joined him in the nude by dropping her jeans to the floor with her panties inside them. Natalie looked up at Jason, but didn't see the face she had expected after taking off all her clothes. Undoubtedly he loved seeing his first pussy, though something had disappointed him. "What's wrong with you? Do you not like what you see, remember your first performance wasn't too special." "No, nothing, it's just..." "What?" "I wanted to see you in your panties." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah, and I wanted to pull them down." It wasn't what Natalie had expected to hear, but she was relieved. "Ok then. Close your eyes." Jason smiled as he did so, his semi-erect cock was bouncing up and down as it began to return to a state of arousal. Natalie turned round and bent over picked up her panties from her discarded jeans, a sheer turquoise thong, slipped them over her ankles and pulled them up her legs until the fabric pulled tight against her mound and the thong went up her ass. "Is that better?" Jason's smile spoke for itself as he opened his eyes and looked at her cunt. He focused on the wet spot where the fabric had gone inside her lips, and then licked his own. "Do you want to see me from behind?" Again there was no need for Jason to answer and she swivelled, showing her butt cheeks to Jason. Knowing that he was staring at her made Natalie go wild with thrill, she thought that she would put on a show for him. Slowly she bent forward until her hands touched the floor. Jason could see her lips wrapped in the shiny light blue material of her knickers. Again his penis began to grow, though he didn't dare to touch it for fear of cumming again. Natalie, however, had no such worry and so moved her right hand away from the floor and onto the centre of her honey pot. After sliding up and down a few times she grabbed the outside of her panties and flashed her labia at Jason. Quickly she replaced the material and then uncovered her treasure again. Her juices were flooding down her thighs by now. "I want to take your panties down, Nat." Jason exclaimed, worried that she was again going to take them off without allowing him his fun. "Ok, baby, come over here." Jason took his orders and moved over to Natalie within a split second. He put his hands on her hips, spun her around, and then slid his fingers under the elastic of her waistband. He stared into her bright hazel eyes, then lowered his mouth to her breast and kissed her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. These renewed ministrations on her nipples were far more pleasurable than when he had used his hands, Natalie let out a gasp and a moan to tell him he was doing a good job. His fingers however, had begun to itch with anticipation, so he released her breast from his mouth and pulled her thong down revealing for the second time her small bush. Jason wasn't very experienced, in fact he just wasn't experienced, but even he knew that the smell and her slick thighs were good indicators that Natalie was incredibly horny. "Let's go to the bed, I want to teach you how to lick my pussy." Natalie was desperate for a release, so quickly lay herself down on her single bed, and spread her legs wide. She beckoned to Jason and he clambered between her legs. Clearly he was ready for his lesson. She was going to say, "start by licking the juice off of my thighs" , but Jason beat her too it. He knew this nectar was a sign of her arousal and he wanted to taste it. The flicks of his tongue on her legs were driving her to despair, she had to have him on her. Natalie grabbed Jason's head and directed him to her clit. She pulled back the hood to give him better access and told him to flick it with his tongue. This he did, Natalie couldn't believe the ecstasy coursing through her wetness. Jason was going to give her an orgasm and it wasn't going to take too much teaching. The intensity of the waves of pleasure increased another notch, Natalie had to grab the duvet cover in her fists as she felt like she was about to take off. She was ready to cum and wanted to feel something inside of her. "Put your tongue in my hole, I'm almost there, you're going to make me cum, I want you to lick inside my cunt." Jason was a bit confused, he thought the clitoris was the most sensitive part of a girl's vagina, but as the student he relented to Natalie's wishes and quickly found her entrance with his tongue. This feeling was immense and he couldn't wait to relieve himself within her hot wet cavern. With his tongue inside her, Natalie put her fingers to her clit and rubbed furiously. It took only seconds for her to fall over the edge, first her thighs clenched, then her pussy erupted around Jason's tongue and continued pulsating. Jason lifted his head up and all Natalie could see was his beaming smile, along with her pussy juice, smeared on his face. This in turn made her smile, she sat up, opened her arms and hugged him to her. Natalie planted kisses on his neck, and Jason reciprocated. Soon enough she moved around to his mouth and gave him a full wet kiss, the honey from her folds making it all the sweeter. Quickly after they began this embrace Natalie's fears were allayed when she felt Jason's full hard on poking into her stomach. After his early failure she was glad he had got it up again, and didn't want to waste another second before getting his shaft inside her. She had vowed never to give up her virginity easily, and didn't think that this would count as such. Natalie had never known she wanted to have sex as much as she did now. Natalie was a virgin, as was Jason, but she knew that she had to take the lead. "Get on your back," was her latest order to Jason, her pussy desperate to be impaled. She clambered on top of him and pushed the head of his penis inside her outer folds. Already she felt full, Natalie had lost her hymen when masturbating with a vegetable, a tip she received from Rachel, but her pussy was still very tight, she knew that she might feel a little pain. Slowly she lowered herself down Jason's prick. Not all the way first time, or second actually, but she could feel herself stretching. Her lips were being pulled wide by his cock and she wanted to feel all of him. Natalie braced herself and pushed all the way down. Her pain was clear to Jason as she winced, and he asked if she was alright. "I'm fine, but don't move. Just let me go at my own pace." Jason of course did what she said and lay there, immersed in the wonderful feeling of Natalie's vaginal walls sliding slowly up and down along his shaft. Her heat was amazing, but not as amazing as watching her cautiously rising up and down. "Now just start bucking your hips with my rhythm," she said, "and, I'm not on the pill," though I'm going to the doctor's tomorrow, she thought, "so tell me when you need to cum." "Ok, baby." He had started to grunt with appreciation now as he began to move his hips in time with her movements. After a few strokes Natalie began to feel it was easier for her to ride Jason and so she picked up the pace. She leant back whilst pumping up and down on his cock and again found her clit with her fingers. She was so glad that Jason had managed to last much longer this time, but she could tell it wouldn't take much more. "Are you going to cum, am I going to milk your seed out, baby?" "With talk like that you can only hurry it along." "Good. I want you to cum on my tits." With that Natalie stepped off of Jason's cock and knelt at the end of the bed. She told him to do the same and to jerk himself off and aim for her boobs. Jason had seen this in porn films, but couldn't believe a real girl wanted him to do it to her. He hadn't thought he could get any harder but now he would swear he had just become even more turned on. He clasped his helmet with his right hand and started pumping his meat through the o-shape he made with his fingers.