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The First Time

By: CharlesMason



"Hey Mom," I said to my mother just before I got inside her car, each word feeling like a razor blade cutting through my throat as I said it out.

I knew she loved me, and I loved her, too, but I wasn't really her biggest fan those days. Giving her the silent treatment was something I would've preferred, but it was only going to break her heart more, and since the pain caused by her recent heartbreak was too much already, I didn't want to add on to that.

"Hey baby," she replied and I gave her a chilling stare which saved me a few words to remind her that I wasn't a fan of cuddly words, too, those days, especially at school. "Hey Charles," she tried again, planting a kiss on my cheek as soon as I settled on the shotgun, and even in moments she was genuinely trying to show some affection and be happy, I could still tell how desperate she was to get over Kenny, her last boyfriend. Running away from him was the reason we'd moved to a new town—to start over—and she had to tag me along with her, ruining my life in the process. "How was your day in school?" she asked, gunning the engine, and on second thought, I figured I didn't want to talk to her—starting with answering that question.

Instead, I decided to have a quiet and peaceful drive home as I counted all the things our move to a new town ruined in my life. I didn't have a car anymore, and that was the reason she'd come to pick me up at my new school, making me feel like I was some thirteen-year-old dweeb—a dimwit.

Starting off at a new school, ten weeks before the end of high school, was in itself social suicide because there was really no point in making real new friends when high school was almost over, and thinking about how my mother took away my real friends and my prom date when we moved, made me want to hate her. That wasn't the last of it, and even though I was likely going to get over not having real friends and a prom date as soon as high school was over, I was almost certain that for a long time, I wasn't going to forgive how she ruined my chance to get laid for the first time.

It took me two years of dry humping to get my girlfriend, Keisha, to agree that prom night was the night, and with me moving eighteen hours away, that wasn't going to happen anymore, and anyone put in my shoes would've understood my frustration. But Mom wasn't like that. She always assumed that I could roll with the punches.

"How was your day in school?" she asked me again, and flinching away to try and show her how much I thought that question was more of a burden to answer didn't help. She kept waiting for the response.

"It's still the same...I'm still trying to settle down," I eventually replied her question after a while, and yes, I was still trying to settle down and probably find myself a hot chick.

My dick missed getting sucked and fucking tits. Those were things Keisha used to let me enjoy, but those days I was just surviving on video calling to watch her jill off in front of the camera. Sometimes we masturbated together, and she wanted us to continue doing that until the day I was going to go back for her to get the fuck she promised. But with my mom still calling the shots, that day could only come after I finished high school because it was the only time I was going to have the freedom to travel back to Keisha, and as much as I looked forward to that day, I just couldn't wait that long if there was a chance that I could find someone to fuck before finishing high school.

My life was also in my new home town now, so even though Keisha and I were going to fuck after we finished high school, our relationship wasn't going to survive the distance, even with the frequent video calls to jerk off staring at each other. She was the type that could manage to have that kind of relationship, though, but I couldn't sentence myself to that kind of life, and to be honest, the way we were keeping the flame burning wasn't really cutting it for me. I needed the real thing. But just because I still had to find Keisha's replacement, surviving on the video calls and fantasies of her cupping my balls and sucking on my dick was all I had at the time, and on a daily basis, I was beating my meat multiple times.

That was also another reason I had to find Keisha's replacement because my hand couldn't give me the type of orgasms I got from her blowjobs, or when I fucked her boobs. Even with that aside, masturbating multiple times a day didn't seem healthy to me. I had to have the real thing. Real fast, too, because the lack of gratifying orgasms was getting me hornier by the day, and my need to have those types of orgasms was about to go through the roof.

"Did you make any new friends today?" Mom went again with a burdening question and I felt it when she glanced to check the distracted look on my face.

"Just a few," I replied and looked out of the window again, wondering why she wasn't getting that I wasn't in the mood to talk.

Whenever she felt like that, she always demanded that I stopped pestering her until she was fine, but she wasn't doing the same for me, and that was being unfair. I felt like lashing out suddenly, and let her know that it wasn't right that she wanted me to remain nice to her when she had failed to understand me when I begged her to stall moving until I finished high school. But my thoughts were suddenly distracted by considering the possibility that if I were to get a girl who was a virgin again, she probably was going to make me spend time fucking thighs, or the top of a panty-clad pussy like Keisha made me do. Heaven knew I wasn't cut out for that again, and I quickly stopped thinking about it before I began feeling hopeless about managing to beat my target to get laid before I finished high school.

"I bought some flowers and we're going to be doing some planting in front of the house this afternoon," another attempt to make conversation came from Mom and I glanced at her. Her face was beaming and she was gleefully smiling.

She really adored our new two-bedroomed house she had got for a bargain. It wasn't that bad, but it needed major touch-ups, especially the leaking roof and the water-stained ceilings. After thinking about what she'd just said again, I smiled, too. I was three orgasms behind schedule that day because in the morning I left for school without jerking off, and all day during school, I thought about how I was going to get to it the moment I was going to get home. That was the reason I smiled at the news that we were going to do some yard work that afternoon because staying outside to get some work done was going to keep Mom out of my way each time I was going to jerk off, and for me, the work was going to provide intervals between my wanking sessions.

"Great," I said in response to her and she mumbled something else I didn't catch. That made me glance at her because I thought she was talking to me.

She wasn't, and just after I realised that, my eyes were caught by her exposed bronze legs. The knee-length skirt she was wearing had ridden up to a few inches below her crotch as she drove, and too little was left for imagination. I tried to look away, but I couldn't. I felt it too compelling to stare at her smooth and well-toned thighs, and during the moment that I did that, my dick twitched, preparing to start getting hard, but before that happened, I somehow managed to look away, and after that I laughed at the way my dick had reacted to what I'd just seen.

These hormones are getting out of hand, I thought that, too.

My friends always said that my mom was hot, and even though she kept her body in shape by working out a lot, I didn't look at her in that way. She was my mother and the last woman that I expected to turn me on in the world. So I dismissed what had just happened as a one-timer, but I ended up glancing at her thighs every ten seconds until we got home. As I got out of the car, I looked at the front of my pants and I saw that I had a noticeable erection. Looking at my mother's thighs had made me hard. That was another first for me, and as I went to my room, I tried to wait for the erection to go away on its own because even though I had plans to jerk off a lot that afternoon, I couldn't stroke the boner my mother caused.

It felt wrong, really wrong, but that stopped counting when the boner failed to relent, and I eventually gave up and realised that my right hand and a bottle of lotion were the only things that were going to get rid of that disgusting boner. I called it a disgusting boner because I got it from watching my mom's leg, but utterly revolting doesn't start to describe what happened next. The image of the thigh that gave me the boner I was stroking was all I could fantasise about, and midway through my wank, I visualised Mom coming into my room.

"Hey baby," she said, slowly walking in, her body covered by a slinky nightgown which made it obvious that she was wearing nothing underneath.

I paid closer attention, and watching the curves of her boobs clearly outlined on the front and her erect nipples poking on the fabric of the nightgown made me stroke my cock faster. And her thighs, they were bare right up to an inch of her crotch, and imagining the pussy my eyes were going to see if she were to raise up the bottom of the nightgown a little doubled up the sensation I was getting from stroking myself.

"Care if I join?" she asked as she kept approaching and my eyes kept stuck on her crotch, hoping a wrong step was going to make the nightgown ride a crucial inch up her thigh to make me see her cunt. As if fate needed all my wishes to come true, that wrong step happened right after I wished for it.

Though it was a quick flash which lasted less than a second, I saw it. I saw her slit, separating two symmetrical puffy lips of cunt which rubbed against each other on the next step she took, showing me a flicker of her pink inner flesh for a split-second before that sight was stolen from my eyes again by the nightgown which dropped back down to cover her crotch. But in my mind, the image was permanently carved, and for a long time, I was going to keep replaying it.

"No, I don't mind," I replied her proposal to join me, with my throat dry, and my left foot already making the first step towards her because I wanted to take off her nightgown and fuck.

"No fucking, I'll just get naked like you are, and then I'll lie on the bed to show you my wet pussy... and then we'll jerk off together," she quickly stopped me and I reluctantly did that then I continued stroking myself when she began taking off her nightgown. Slowly and enticingly, she let it fall off her body and with each inch of her smooth skin that got exposed, my arousal increased and I started preparing for an orgasm.

"Oh God," I groaned when the nightgown slid to her belly, exposing her plump and round boobs adorned by round and dark, pimply areolas with the longest nipples I'd ever seen in my life standing stiff in the middle. "Oh God," I groaned again when the nightgown slid below her waist, making me see her beautiful smooth-shaved cunt for the second time, and the way her engorged clit was poking out at the top got my heart racing so fast my blood heated, and suddenly my veins were on fire.

Each and every nerve in my body felt that sensation, and as I watched her walk over to lie on her back on my bed, the feeling kept intensifying. Lying spread-eagled first, she snaked down her right hand towards her wet slit while the left hand was making her moan with the way she was fondling her tits. When the right hand made it to her slit, she ran three fingers up and down it a few times before fucking the middle finger inside of her.

"Mm Charles," she moaned, her eyes closed and her middle finger starting to smoothly slide in and out of her juicy sex while wet noises coming from there were getting louder with each finger prod she sent inside of her. "Come kneel between my legs and continue stroking your cock, baby. I want to watch you stroke your monster cock while I fuck my pussy—come," she desperately called, and as I went to kneel between her legs, she raised her knees up into the birthing position.

After I settled in the middle of her parted thighs, my eyes kept watching her fingers pushing in and out of her wet pussy while I began stroking my cock really fast, my right hand only a blurry sight before my eyes. She soon began moaning wilder, and as she kept picking up the speed to her already quick and furious jabs, I became too distracted to continue stroking my cock because watching her pleasure herself like that was amazing.

"Oh yeah, baby, oh! Keep stroking your cock for me. Come on," she prompted as she reached for my left hand and when she got it, she put it on her right boob. "Yeah, touch it. Feel my tits, baby. Come on, feel my tits and stroke your cock, baby," she desperately moaned and I began doing what she requested.

After a few minutes, tension in my balls started building up quickly and I knew that in a few moments I was going to come, without fail that time, so I decided to change what was happening in the fantasy I was playing in my head to build up to a better orgasm, and suddenly my mom reached for my neck and pulled me down to lie on top of her. "I need to have you now. Put your cock into me. Fuck me, Charles?" she breathlessly begged and I hurriedly slid into her wet cunt and began hammering away at her.

It didn't take long before the tension in my balls finally gave way to the most violent orgasm I'd ever had in my life. I came like I'd never done before, and I felt a significant amount of energy leaving my body as I shot out long strings of sperm on a tissue, and once I was done having that orgasm, it was back to reality again.

Everything slowly started to sink in and go in place. I'd just used my mother in a fantasy, and imagining the two of us fucking gave me the most amazing orgasm I'd ever experienced in my life. That quickly became wrong when the morals she taught me took over, but to make the guilt of the sordid things I'd just done less, I dismissed fantasising about her as another one-timer, just like how I'd gotten aroused by staring at her exposed thighs during the ride back home.

But in reality, what had just happened was the first sure sign that the way I was looking at my mother had changed, and even though I promised myself that it was the first and last time that I was ever going to fantasise about us fucking, it was only a matter of time before I realised the truth. Before that time for me to realise the truth came, I got out of my room and went to have a late lunch. Then I went outside to make flower beds after finishing my meal. A few minutes later, Mom came out to plant the flowers and I was almost done making the flowerbed. She was wearing old three-quarter pants and an equally worn-out shirt. Nothing about those clothes was boner-causing, and the effect she had on me seemed normal again.

"Oh," she sighed, dejectedly dropping her shoulders and slapping her palms on her thighs. "I forgot to take out the flowers from the car."

"Let me get them for you," I said as I dropped down the rake I was holding then I dashed to the car to get the flowers and she was down on all fours when I came back.

All her attention was on the holes she was busy digging to plant the flowers in, and I realised that because her shirt had gone up her back and she didn't pull it down. Her pants had also moved down a little, leaving strands of her G-string and a few inches of her butt crack exposed.

What I felt earlier about her clothes not having any arousing effect on me instantly changed the second I noticed her G-string and butt crack exposed like that. When a sudden gust of wind blew past us, she quickly covered herself when she felt it on her exposed back. It was obvious from her reaction that she did that to keep me from noticing what her clothes left uncovered. But that reaction was a little too late because I already had a boner.

If that incident had happened on a day I wasn't insanely horny, I could've managed to wilt the boner and continue the yard work, but since that wasn't going to happen, and since I wanted to avoid getting seen with my boner, I suddenly dropped the flowers by her side and rushed inside the house to masturbate. The bathroom seemed more suitable for the furious quick wank I wanted to have, and the moment I dropped my pants to my thighs and gripped my pulsating cock, she was on my mind again. That time she just appeared naked and ready to start the action, unlike the last time when I visualised her teasing me with a strip and mutual masturbation.

"Come fuck that monster cock into me, honey," she purred, her left hand fiddling with both her nipples at intervals, and her right hand on her pussy, showing me what I was supposed to go for.

Without wasting time I went for her, and everything about the way I approached her and sunk my cock into her hot and tight pussy was urgent. The fuck I fantasised us having after I stroked my dick inside of her was feral, and so were her moans and screams as I imagined her grappling me all over as she tried to steady herself and avoid losing her footing.

"Yes, honey...Oh. Charles, you're stretching my cunt," I imagined her moaning that to me right before I held her neck with my right hand really tight, almost choking her, and soon after that, the fantasy was over as I had another thunderous orgasm.

Just like the time I masturbated in my bedroom, I shot out my seed on a tissue, and after I was done, I flushed it down the toilet, then I went out of the bathroom feeling relieved from the quick and furious wank I'd just had. The moment I set my eyes on my mother again, I wanted to start feeling bad for using her in my fantasy for the second time that afternoon, but all I could think of was if I was really not going to fantasise about her the next time I was going to jerk off.

Morals and raging hormones aside, it had just become clear that the orgasms I got when I masturbated with her in my mind were always going to be earth-shattering. So even if I were to find my morals again, or manage to have my hormones back in control, I made a choice at that moment that I wasn't going to give up fantasising about her. It was going to be my own secret she didn't have to know because I knew once she found out all there was going to be for me was trouble, even violence, because she was just strict like that.

"Where did you go, I need you to help me out, honey? Let's make our home nice together," she mildly chided when she saw me and I picked up a bunch of flowers to plant before I replied her.

"Sorry," I apologised, and with that, all was forgiven and we finished the rest of the yard work without any interruption from my dick.

With the dirt we were touching around while we were planting the flowers, we both needed showers right after we finished, and showering was what we went to do in our respective bathrooms right after we got inside the house. I stayed in my room after I was done, and I only came out late in the night when I got called for dinner.

"Please grab the plates and water glasses on your way, sweetie?" she asked the moment I showed my face in the kitchen and I kept looking at her, my eyes stuck on the nearly transparent nightgown which she was wearing under a purple bathrobe.

That was her usual dress code at night, but everything was now looking different. The nightgown looked provocative and my blood almost instantly began racing faster. The fact that she wasn't tying the sashes of her bathrobe added fuel to the situation because she didn't wear a bra at night. I could see her dark nipples poking on the front of the thinned nightdress. With my dick already hard in an instant, I realised I needed to keep seeing her nipples during dinner. So I sat opposite to her on the dining table and whenever she bent forward to reach for something, I caught a glimpse of her meaty tits dangling freely inside of her nightgown.


The First Time



Seeing her tits dangling like that kept happening a lot, and at one point I sensed that she noticed I wasn't being my normal self, but checking her out was the last thing she expected me to do, so I didn't stop, and my dick stayed hard. Midway through dinner, I started thinking of stroking the boner I had right there at the table to see if jerking off while looking at her was going to make me cum like I did when I fantasised about her. It was too risky, I knew it, but within a few moments, I stealthily slid my right hand under the table and undid the button on my pants. Then I slowly pulled down the zipper, making sure it didn't make a loud zipping noise.

"Why aren't you eating?" she asked because my right hand was still under the table, opening my pants. I quickly brought it up and lifted the fork without answering her question. A moment later she stretched her hand to grab a bowl and her right boob and its nipple, which was poking on the thinned nightgown, got exposed again.

My dick flexed, and instead of the right hand I always masturbated with, I put my left hand to work. It was the weaker hand, but it was going to work just fine because I wasn't planning on stroking myself as fast as I did when I jerked off in private. As I enjoyed my slow and sensual strokes, my eyes kept stuck on Mom's chest, catching every glimpse of her boobs each time her hand movements made the robe move to the side, exposing her big, round breasts.

After a few minutes, I got lucky when she made a slight move to the left and her robe permanently moved to the side. I began seeing her left boob with more detail and without it getting covered constantly. That made my cock even harder and I started stroking it faster, cleverly stealing glances at the tit, but I mostly concentrated on the area around her exposed nipple.

My aim had suddenly changed to making myself orgasm before she made another slight shift that was going to block the arousing sight I was seeing. That happened, and the moment my sperm started tunnelling up my shaft, I flicked a napkin from the table onto my lap, making sure that it looked random. Just after that, I started coming on the napkin and Mom noticed my face frowning.

She asked, "The food tastes a little burnt, right?" I just let out a low unintelligible sound which was more of a groan as I wiped off the tip of my cock and crumpled the napkin into my pocket, but she took it as a yes. "I'm sorry, you can have mine, its tasting fine," she said, trying to push her plate towards me.

"No! It's fine. I'm almost full, anyway," I quickly stopped her.

She shrugged and shook her head, baffled, and I didn't worry myself with that because I knew she had no idea what had just happened. Dinner went on quietly from there, and when I got done, I buttoned my pants before I got up from the table. She and I did the dishes together, and every time she had her eyes away from me, I checked her out. The hot woman my friends always said they saw in her started appearing right before my eyes, and after stealing glances at her ass a couple times, I realised that even before that day, I always thought that she had the most beautiful round and tight ass I'd ever seen on a mature woman.

Admitting that was just the issue, and as I looked at her other features, trying to remember what I thought about them all along, I noticed that her full breasts were almost Ds. That was the first time in my life that I'd ever estimated a bra size on them. They were just really big tits on my mom before that day, and as I kept switching my eyes between her round ass which made a nice curve away from her body, and the hot thighs on which the curve of her ass ended, my dick got hard again.

When I added the boobs to that list, I got harder, and until we finished the dishes, I had my crotch pushed against the sink, hiding my erection. I waited for her to leave the sink first, and right after she did, I went to bed, planning to have one more wank before falling asleep, but everything just became hazy the moment I put my head on the pillow. Quickly after that, I saw nothing else, and the next thing I knew, it was morning, and I woke up with a boner which needed my attention. The moment I familiarised myself to my surroundings, I started doing that, and the plan was to beat the meat at least three times before I got out of bed.

It was a weekend. So I wasn't in a hurry to get to school on time, and Mom wasn't going to bother me because she always let me sleep in all Saturday mornings. She was a morning person, though, and when I heard her busying herself around the house, probably finishing unpacking some of our stuff, it became impossible to fantasise about anything but her when I started stroking myself.

That morning's fantasy was of her giving me a blowjob, and it was actually a memory of the most amazing blowjob I ever got from Keisha, but with my mom in it, and not my girlfriend. It happened a week before we left our old home and I was coming out of my bathroom, wearing a towel around my waist and nothing else on the rest of my body.

"Hey babe," she said, standing up from my bed to approach me, and we kissed when she got to me. "I'm feeling naughty today. How about I give you a blowjob?"

"O-Okay," I stammered the reply, and as she lowered herself down on her knees, my dick quickly stiffened and stretched out the towel.

Once she took off my towel, I held her head and kept my hands there as she slowly swallowed me the first time. Her head then started rocking back and forth in time with the way I was stroking myself, and with my mom as the one giving me head in the fantasy, the feeling was heightened. Before I could stroke myself to the first orgasm, she came to knock on my bedroom door. I ignored her for a while since she couldn't enter and find me awake with a stiff cock in my palm because my door was locked. But her incessant knocking started threatening to ruin the mood, and I ended up deciding to talk to her while I continued jerking off.

"I'm going to the grocery store, should I get you something?"

"No!" I quickly shot back the answer without thinking if there was anything I needed from the grocery store.

"Okay then. I'll be back just now," she said and then I heard her walking out of the house.

A few moments later the car engine started, and right after that, she was gone. I wanted to continue with the fantasy I was having before she knocked on my door, but suddenly, I thought of her panties, and it seemed they were a better turn on than the fantasy.

I'm really losing control of this thing, I thought to myself as I got out of my bed, my cock still hard, and when I got to her bedroom, I plundered her panty drawer.

She had different types of underwear in there with different colours and designs. The best of them all were a pair of white silk French knickers, and the moment I began rubbing them on my cock, I decided to take off all my clothes and make the experience more sensual. While I did that, I started picking the panties I'd left in the drawer one by one, smelling the sweet scent of her pussy on the crotch of each panty I brought to my face.

I had no intentions of spilling my sperm on any of them, though, but all off a sudden, I felt tension in my body growing. Before I could react to that, I climaxed and spilled all the sperm that came out of my balls on her silk French knickers. A moment of clarity hit me thereafter. I'd just emptied my balls on my mom's underwear.

It sounded wrong, and within a moment, it felt wrong, and after another moment, I started feeling bad for what I'd just done. All the excitement I was feeling about jerking off more than once that morning went away because of the guilty feeling I started having once I had my orgasm. As I kept holding the knickers that had quickly absorbed my jizz, I began wondering what I was going to do with them.

I couldn't throw them back into her drawer with the rest of her underwear, so I decided that I was going to wash them and put them back before she noticed. With the guilt I was still feeling, I also decided that I was never going to ransack her panty drawer again and use her underwear to pleasure myself. But all those melodramatic decisions I was making turned out to be just the same as all the momentary miserable episodes I usually experienced in the aftermath of a really good orgasm. Because after I went out of her bedroom and stuffed the panties under my pillow with plans to wash them later, I ended up forgetting about them.

I only remembered of their existence when I accidentally put my hand under my pillow the next morning, and because the melancholic feelings of the previous morning were long gone, I used them to rub myself to an orgasm again. Unlike what happened the first time I used them for that purpose, I didn't feel bad about it after I had my orgasm, and instead of washing them like I originally planned when I put them under my pillow the previous day, I decided to keep them for use at any time I was going to please.

"Honey, breakfast," Mom called from the kitchen just as I finished masturbating for the second time.

My dick didn't seem like it was going to be ready to be stroked again in a couple of minutes. So I got up and went for breakfast, hoping that Mom was still in her nightgown because that was obviously going to turn me on and give me something to visualise the next time I was going to jerk off.

"Morning Mom," I said when I got in the kitchen, and to my disappointment, she was already in her day clothes and they weren't showing skin except for her neck, face, and hands.

"Hey you," she cutely said back, kissing my left cheek and she was already getting up from the breakfast table because she was done eating. "You should finish unpacking your stuff this morning, after you finish your breakfast. Your room is looking like a junkyard," she ordered and I had no plans of unpacking in a few weeks.

"I'll do it next weekend, Mom," I said and she was already walking down the hallway, going to her bedroom or somewhere else. I didn't care. The food was where all my attention was at, so I continued having my breakfast, and the next thing I saw in front of me was her pair of silk French knickers, still wet with my cum. That instantly changed a good moment I was having with my food into one of the most awful moments I'd ever experienced in my life. As I slowly dropped my spoon into the cereal bowl, I also lifted my head slowly, like someone was pointing a gun to my head.

"What's the meaning of this, Charles?" she asked with her angry voice and there was no doubt I was in huge trouble, not to mention the embarrassment I felt. Not all hope was lost, though. I knew I was able to defend myself for masturbating, but I wondered how I was going to explain using her panties as a masturbatory aid.

"Umm," I muttered, trying to find a better way to explain myself, but there was really no better way to say it.

"It's one thing that you do your things on your sheets and I have to wash them. But this," she yelled as she put the panties in my face, and realising that she knew I masturbated all along added to the embarrassment, instead of making it better, since she already knew and was probably fine with it. For a few minutes which seemed like hours, she continued telling me off, and the increasing shame that I felt eventually made me tuck my head down. "Do you know that masturbation can make you go blind!" she screamed at one point and I wanted to howl my lungs out when my ears heard that.

I managed to get a hold of myself before the laugh came out, but I couldn't avoid smirking a little. When she noticed the smirk on my face, she got infuriated some more. Because of that, her speech, which was almost close to an end, got extended by half an hour, and when she finally shut up, the most agonising lecture she'd ever given me before that morning got bumped down to the fifth position.

Nothing was worth occupying the second, third, or fourth position, and as she kept looking at me, probably waiting for me to cough up an apology, I was praying for the floor to open up and swallow me. She'd never shamed me like that in my life, and for the entire week that followed, I didn't masturbate, or even think of doing it.

I spent that whole week avoiding being in the same place with her, too, because knowing her character too well, it was obvious anything I was going to do to piss her off was going to make her start lecturing me all over again. That wasn't supposed to happen again by all means, and to increase my chances of avoiding setting her off, I made friends with a guy named Derek the first thing Monday morning.

He lived close to our house and his car became my ride to school and back home starting from that day. When Friday came, I knew I had to find something to keep me away from my mom during the weekend. A few ideas came, and for Friday night, there was a band Derek, and his girlfriend, Chelsea, were excited about. Most people thought the band sucked and they weren't going, but just to avoid being stuck in the same place with my mom, I joined Derek and his girlfriend, sacrificing myself to the most boring experience I was ever going to get watching a band.

"I'm going to sleep over at Derek's tonight, don't leave the front door unlocked for me," I said to my mom before I went out.

"Okay, seeya in the morning," she replied from the kitchen and the next second I was out of the door.

I found Derek at the mall, and after watching the band for thirty minutes we all agreed they sucked. We left and spent half the night going from one party to another. His girlfriend had a curfew, and after dropping her off at midnight, Derek and I continued the partying until three in the morning. He was too drunk to drive back home after the partying, and he wouldn't let me drive us there because he thought we were equally drunk. We ended up agreeing to sleep in his car. I tried, but his car seats felt too uncomfortable to sleep on, and for an hour while he was already snoring, I couldn't manage to fall to sleep.

It was almost dawn and safe for me to catch a bus home to sleep in a comfy bed. I left, and when I got home, it was still too early to wake my mom up. I decided to sneak in through my bedroom window, and as I took off my shoes, ready to throw myself on the bed, I heard something like a moan.

I was tired like hell, but that sound gave me strength to freeze where I was and listen more carefully. A moment didn't pass before I heard another moan, and that time it was louder. I couldn't doubt that it sounded like a woman getting laid, and although Mom was a woman who lived in the same house with me, my first suspicion was that she was watching a porn movie because I knew very well that she wasn't seeing anyone. But after realising how ridiculous it was to think that she was watching a porn movie at that time in the morning, I thought maybe she was seeing someone but didn't tell me like she always did.

When everything was fine between us, we were close like that, but with the way I spent the entire week avoiding her, there was no time she could've had a chance to tell me anything like that. But I knew once we were over my little indiscretion, she was definitely going to tell me about the new guy. At the moment, that didn't matter much, though, because my dick was already getting hard, and my mind was pushing up a crazy idea to go and confirm if someone was really shagging my mom.

I'd never done that before, although in the past she brought a few of her boyfriends over for a fuck when I was around. With everything I did the previous week, spying on her while she was getting nailed seemed to be okay. So with my dick still getting hard, and my heart racing faster with the wicked thrill of anticipating to get to my mom's door and stroke my erect cock while I fantasised myself as the man fucking her, I tiptoed out of my open bedroom door, making sure that I didn't make a sudden loud noise.

When I made it out of my bedroom door, I saw light coming out of Mom's bedroom. Her bedroom door was wide open just like mine. Sleeping with her door open like that was something she sometimes did, so I wasn't surprised. I was actually thankful that she felt the habit to leave her door open at night was unnecessary to avoid on a night she was going to spend getting fucked by a guy in her bed. When I made the decision to confirm if she was really getting fucked, I just wanted to do that and imagine what was going on in there once I made the confirmation.

But seeing her bedroom door open brought up a chance of me watching live sex. There was no point in stroking my cock while I fantasised myself as the man fucking her anymore. A chance to watch her actually getting fucked was way better. With that thought in mind, I got to her door quicker, wanting to watch the action a little bit longer.

Her moans weren't getting any louder, but she was still moaning like someone getting fucked. When I took a first peek inside of her bedroom, there was no man fucking her. But she was lying spread-eagled on the bed—completely naked, with her legs towards the door, and a vibrator buzzing inside of her pussy.

I got paralysed, only my hard dick kept functioning as it stretched out the crotch of my jeans some more. My eyes kept working, too, because they stared. The last time I saw her naked was when I walked in on her while she was dressing and I was ten. It was only a glimpse, which lasted for a second, or two, because my morals didn't allow me to look any longer than that back then.

But of course, that was before I started seeing her through new eyes, and I liked the new eyes better, because I was able to stare at her naked body for as long as I wanted, and since there was no man fucking her, my plan changed back to stroking myself. Without the fantasy of me fucking her, though, because watching her jill off with her vibrator was better. But as much as I felt like fishing my dick out the fly of my jeans to start jerking off at that moment, I couldn't. The rest of my body was still paralysed with what I was seeing. So I stayed stuck and watched while she raised her knees up in the birthing position and started pushing the vibrator in and out of her wet pussy as it kept buzzing.

"Oh yes—ah," she moaned when her left hand squeezed her left tit, pinching the nipple between her thumb and forefinger sometimes. After a few moments, the left hand slowly went down towards her pussy, where her right hand was still pushing the vibrator in and out sometimes. When both hands were there together, she started rubbing her clit furiously with the left hand, and the right hand began thrusting the vibrator inside of her wet pussy faster while she furiously rubbed her engorged clit like that. "Oh my God... Oh my God... Oh my God," she moaned as both her beautifully pedicured feet got off of the mattress and went up in the air with all her toes curled really hard.

My girlfriend always did that with her toes whenever she told me that I was eating, or rubbing her pussy really good. So I had no doubt Mom was really enjoying herself. Soon, she began spreading the gap between her legs wider, and the moment her moans started getting wilder, she slowed down fucking the vibrator in and out of her wet pussy. Moments later, she completely stopped doing that and left it buzzing away with most of its length inside of her. I realised that she was about to come and my live show was soon going to be over.

If I were to walk in on her and catch her right at that moment, my past week's indiscretion wasn't going to matter anymore because the two of us were going to be even. I was probably going to emerge as the better person because masturbating naked like she was doing made her look double as horny as I got on my worst day. But as much as it was a good idea to walk in on her and make her know that I'd just found out she masturbated, too, I didn't know the best way to make an entrance and avoid getting the intrusion flipped over on me because she was cunning like that sometimes.




The First Time



She made me feel like masturbation was the worst thing a human could do, and after remembering how that went down, I wanted to see what she was going to do if I were to walk in on her more than ever. Storming in the second she was going to start having her orgasm seemed to be the perfect moment to make an entrance.

I just had to wait because she wasn't there yet, and a few seconds later she screamed, "Yes!" then, "Oh!" and quickly after that came, "Yes! Oh yes—oh my God!" After that she just screamed and screamed, letting herself go as she thought she was alone in the house. I took that as my cue to storm inside because I doubted if she was going to stop screaming at that point.

"Mom—is everything o—" I dropped my jaw intentionally, pretending to be genuinely shocked by what was in front of me. She let out one more scream, and after that she did her best not to do that again. But the vibrator stayed inside of her cunt until the orgasm stopped making her thighs shudder.

While she waited for that to happen, I took a good scan of her pussy and the rest of her naked body up close, planning to use the image when I was going to masturbate after leaving her bedroom. She had a really beautiful pussy, and the way it was glistening with her juices made me want to kneel down and start lapping away at it while my hands mauled her big tits.

I would've loved to see how far that train of thought could've gone, but it couldn't get any farther than that because the confrontation about my storming in was about to come since her orgasm seemed to have just ceased. She sat up in a flash, keeping me from seeing her nipples for another second because she quickly covered her boobs with her forearm. Just after she pulled out the soaked vibrator from her cunt, she crossed her legs to keep me from seeing the muffin, too. But that was a late reaction because in the few seconds her orgasm kept her from doing that, my mind had already registered a lasting image of her bald piece of heaven.

"What are you doing here? Can't you see that I'm naked? Get out!" she screamed, trying to frighten me with the tone of her voice.

We were even. She found her panties with my cum on them, and I'd just walked in on her wildly doing the same thing she spent more than half an hour making me feel bad about. There was no reason to be scared at her angry voice that morning. I kept staring at her, taunting her with a judgemental look while I savoured my triumph at shaming her like she did to me the morning she found her panties under my pillow.

Her most shocking and dirtiest secret had just come out in the open, forever tainting her perfect image. I still couldn't really believe it myself that she masturbated, too, and that we'd just become one and the same. She no longer had the right to tell me that masturbation was wrong, and even if she might've not realised it before she screamed at me, after seeing me being unresponsive to her threatening voice, she surely did, and the way she quickly yanked up a sheet she was sitting on to cover herself proved that.

As if what I'd done already wasn't enough to make her feel embarrassed to death, her vibrator got tossed at my feet the moment she yanked up the sheet it was lying on. As we both looked at it, I felt her mortification swirling up in the air. To add salt to the wound, I looked up at her face with a sneering look on mine afterwards. But even though I thought that I'd just dealt her a knockout blow by doing that, she still managed to be crafty.

"Charles, I'm your mother for heaven's sake," she said that looking at my tenting erection, and although it was an obvious attempt to get back at me for shaming her with my intrusion, I felt too embarrassed to keep standing in her bedroom a moment longer. But before I left, I looked at my tenting cock, grinned at it, and then I looked up at her face and grinned at her, too.

After I got back to my room with my dick still hard, and the spectacle I'd just witnessed still fresh on my mind, I couldn't get myself in bed before wanking. So I unzipped my jeans and finally fished out my cock to give it a stroke it had been aching for since the moment I heard the first moan coming out of my mom's bedroom.

It had been a week since I last masturbated, so nothing else considered, the orgasm was inevitably going to be explosive, and when I closed my eyes and started seeing everything from the moment I peeked into my mom's bedroom, I couldn't start imagining how amazing it was going to be the moment I was going to start shooting out my sperm. The moment she fucked her vibrator inside of her wet cunt while she was furiously rubbing her clit at the same time was what I spent most of my time visualising.

I didn't get much time doing the same for the time she began screaming when she started having her orgasm because I suddenly came. While I shot out hot strings of my semen on a shirt, I tried to keep replaying everything I saw, and to some extent I managed. But it was only an image of how sexy Mom looked when her hair was spread all over her flushed face the moment she sat up after having her orgasm.

"What are you doing here...?" I remembered the way I was staring at her bald wet pussy when she asked that.

That image of her cunt oozing her juices kept me hard for another round which I felt I still needed because I came too fast the first time. When I left her bedroom, I did it before she could explain herself because among other things, I needed to jerk off, and also give her some time to find the right words. She always made sure to give an explanation whenever she did something that was against her morals, so that epic conversation was surely going to come. I expected the occasion to happen after I'd woken up, but she followed me to my bedroom for that and burst in without knocking.

"Charles, I'm—" Hers was a genuine shock. More original than the choreographed jaw dropping I pulled when I walked in on her. She suddenly closed the door right after she saw my stiff cock chocked in my palm, shutting herself outside and I had nothing to be ashamed of like she did when I walked in on her.

I kept on stroking my cock and I didn't stop until I shot countless jets of hot semen on my shirt again. It was unlikely that she was waiting for me to finish while she stood outside my door. But I knew wherever she'd gone, her mind was still trying to deal with what she'd seen because since she already knew the reason I left her room turned on, I expected her to know the reason I was masturbating, and the things I was thinking of while I was doing that.

Her bedroom turned to be the room she went back to, which was pretty obvious, and I followed her there after I'd put away my limp cock. Before I entered, I knocked just to be funny, and before she responded to that knock, I got in and went to sit on a stool that was on her dressing table. She was looking awkward from the shock of what she'd just seen, and although there was some awkwardness I was also feeling about the things we'd caught each other doing, I tried to be as laid-back and comfortable as I could be.

When I walked in on her, we became even because seeing her masturbate proved that she did it, too, and when she walked in on me, we became more than even because I could've had the right to make her miserable after what I saw her doing. But once she saw me doing it, too, no one had the right to make the other feel bad about it, and in a weird way, walking in on each other felt like an official confirmation that masturbation was no longer taboo in our house. I'd already embraced that, and although my co-wanker didn't seem to have accepted that yet, I could see that soon she was going to.

"Sorry, I just had to finish off—you know. It had been long, so it was kind of important that I had to go all the way," I casually said with a sly grin.

"So are we going to be treating what—um—we do as normal now? Because you are talking of it as if it is something which is normal and acceptable." She was beginning to make her naïve statements again, like how she said masturbation was going to make me blind. I wondered when the light bulb in her brain was going to switch on. It took a few seconds, and until that moment she realised the truth on her own came, I kept on looking at her. "Okay then, if that's what you want it to be like."

I smiled when she finished saying that and then I said, "There is nothing to be ashamed of, Mom. Most people do it."

She sighed. "But you should know that I'm your mother, and you shouldn't stop respecting me. Even though it's no secret any longer that we both like masturbating, I'm not going to stop respecting your privacy, and you shouldn't stop respecting mine, either—" She paused for a moment, then she said, "The most important thing I wanted to say to you when I came to your room is that I know I said some things that might've made you feel bad last week, and I take it all back. I'm sorry." She was genuinely remorseful when she said that apology, but I didn't want the conversation to suddenly start getting deep, so I did my best to steer it away from going there.

"It's okay, Mom, at least now I know that we'll be taking care of each other after it makes us go blind." I made fun of her statement and that made her smile a little. We remained quiet for a while and she kept on looking at me as if she was expecting me to say something else.

"Is that all you're going to say to me?" she eventually asked and I really had nothing more to say.

"Yeah, what else should I say?" I asked back.

"Don't know...maybe tell me how much of a hypocrite I am."

I chuckled. "You're not a hypocrite, Mom," I said in earnest and she was still expecting more words from me, but I still had nothing else to say to her. My eyes had been feeling heavy all along, and I was managing it, but once it started feeling like I wasn't going to keep doing that for much longer, I decided to wrap up the chat to go get some sleep.

"So how was your night out?" she asked, wanting to start another conversation and the way she said that made me realise that the tension that had been going on for the past week because of my little indiscretion had gone away. Once I went along with the conversation she wanted to start, it was going to take an hour before the next chance she was going to let me slip away. Although I really missed chatting with her, I'd already decided to save that conversation for later, after I got some sleep.

"I feel really tired. I will tell you about it after I wake up," I said to her as I stood up, and when she nodded to show that she understood, I went back to my bedroom and slept till midday.

When she saw me after I woke up, we picked up where we left off, and we spent a huge part of the afternoon chatting just like we always did when everything was normal between us. The morning incidents didn't even cross my mind, not even once, but towards the end of our chat, I noticed for the first time on her expression that there was something she still had to say about what happened earlier, and suddenly, there was an elephant in the room. At first, I decided to address the issue, but since she was the one who was still concerned about something, I ended up waiting for her to bring up the issue. After a while, she finally plucked up the courage to say what was bothering her.

"The way you are taking what happened in the morning is really making me feel bad," she said.

"Why?"

"You're just acting like it's no big deal, but it would be so much better if you tell me how much I've disappointed you," she sounded like she was ready to cry if I wasn't going to say what she wanted to hear and I chuckled.

"Mom, it's no big deal, seriously. I thought you said we shouldn't talk about it anymore." I saw it best to be slippery about the issue and she shrugged and sighed.

"Fine, good talk, I gotta take a bath before I get dinner started," she lethargically said as she stood up and walked to her bedroom, ending our conversation with that.

It was heavily pouring outside and I didn't have anything to do, so I ended up in my room, playing some video games. I got out when she called me to sit for dinner, and because I was back to my naughty ways, my cock was ready to be stroked at the table if she was going to turn me on during the meal.

As if she was begging me to do that, the first thing I noticed when I saw her was that she'd shaved her shapely legs, and seeing them all smooth took them to a whole new level of sexy. I was sure going to masturbate on the table after seeing that, but I made the mistake of sitting first the moment she rushed away from the table just as I got there.

When she came back, she sat right next to me, making it impossible for me to go on with my plan to masturbate during dinner. Although I could've fixed that by finding an excuse to switch chairs, it was suddenly not an issue anymore as I became concerned with the mischievous-looking face she came back wearing from wherever she'd rushed out to.

It was her rare up-to-no-good face, which I felt I didn't have to ask why she had it on because it seemed she was going to spit the reason soon. Some minutes after we'd started having our dinner she said, "I've left some things in your bedroom, under your pillow. We're not going to talk about it, and if you don't like what you find there, just burn everything, okay?"

The silk French knickers she found in my room were under my pillow. Knowing my mom very well, and how she always overcompensated whenever I busted her doing something which she said to be against her morals, it was obvious that those panties had found their way back there. When we finished having our chat before she went to bath, apart from feeling that we'd become slightly more than what we were when everything was normal between us, I had a feeling our relationship was just about to become more fun and surprising. So although I was surprised by what she might've done, that surprise was also the reason it was obvious that she'd put back her panties under my pillow.

But even though going miles out of her way trying to get back on level terms with me was the most common weakness of hers, honestly, I didn't expect the way she surprised me by suggesting that she was giving me back her panties. It seemed rather extreme, even on my scale, and it appeared I was supposed to expect more when I considered that she said if I wasn't going to like everything I was going to find under my pillow I was supposed to burn all those things.

That made the situation more interesting. When I carefully thought about how I was going to find multiple things under my pillow, which my mother had left for me, I ended up forgetting how extreme she'd gone. I became curious to know what the other things left under my pillow with my mom's panties were. Asking her when she'd said she wanted to have no conversation about it was pointless because she never folded every time she said a statement like that. There was only one way to find out.

I had to go see what it was on my own, and after rushing the rest of my meal, I left the table for my bedroom without cleaning up after myself. Mom didn't usually let me do that under any circumstance, but that time she did, and the way she started marvelling at me right after I started rushing my food made me too eager to find out the things that were waiting for me in the bedroom. I found the silk French knickers just like I expected, and nestled with them under my pillow were three nude photos of her with the usual witty letter she never forgot to include whenever she surprised me with a gift. But that day's gift was nowhere similar to the usual gifts she surprised me with, though.

Charles,

The photos were meant for Kenny when I was still madly in love with him, so don't get ahead of yourself thinking that I'll get photos like that taken just for you. They're leftovers, and I don't know if giving them to you was the right thing to do.

I feel the same about giving you my underwear which you stained with your sperm, by the way. But if you want to get carried away by me giving them to you, I guess you can, because I did that just for you. Anyway, that was after realising that you were going to steal them again and masturbate seeing me nude like what I am in the photos.

Knowing that you're aware I masturbate makes me feel guilty about doing it. But knowing that you fantasise about me when you masturbate makes you a little bit worse than I am, unhinged rather, and giving you my photos makes sure you keep doing that, and again, make no mistake assuming that I did this for you.

I didn't. I did it for myself because it's going to take away the guilt next time I'm gonna get myself off because I'll know exactly what will be going through your mind whenever you do the same thing. It also makes me feel like we're even now, and not the hypocrite you should've told me that I am.

So here's to your weird and demented fantasises, and to making sure that I'm guaranteed a peace of mind every time I'm gonna diddle my special lady, and although I'm very concerned about the things you think about when you masturbate, I still love you.

X.O.X.O

Mom, the letter read.

I was blown away! The woman I knew a day earlier as my conservative straight-edged mom had just given me her nude photos to use whenever I was going to masturbate. Even for the surprising, and more fun mother-son relationship that we bonded into because of our mutual love for masturbation, that was way too extreme and beyond the wildest of my wildest imagination. Well, except for wishing that we could fuck.

The underwear was understandable, though, and maybe that was because I was already expecting to get the French knickers when I found them, but the nude photos... That was so unlike her, no excuse—not even if I was expecting to get them. But nonetheless, I was so happy and too overwhelmed to keep wondering about that, and the feelings were so great I couldn't even masturbate that night.

I just kept on looking at the photos while I fondled and smelled her silk panties, wondering if it wasn't all a dream. It wasn't, I later made myself really believe that, and as I kept lying on my bed, facing my old ceiling while I listened to the rain which was still pouring outside, I noticed that the water stain on my ceiling was getting bigger.

A moment later I picked up a broomstick which I kept under my bed, and in an absent-minded move caused by my immense excitement, I started poking on the wet stain on the ceiling with the broomstick. Part of the ceiling I poked on had become soft from the rain that had soaked in it, and it collapsed suddenly, drenching me and my bed with the rain that hadn't soaked in it yet.

"I'm getting dumb," I laughed at myself as I went to the bathroom to clean myself up and I couldn't get back to sleep on my bed because my mattress had gotten wet. So I went to sleep on the couch and took my gifts with me. The following morning Mom woke me up blaring like a siren.

"Charles! What the hell are you doing on my couch?" she screamed on top of her lungs. It was a brand new couch and she loved it more than her life and me. "That couch didn't just cost me an arm and a leg, and now you want to ruin it!"

"My ceiling caved in on me last night because of that roof leak that's been making water stains all over it, and my bed got wet, so I had nowhere else to sleep," I explained, sitting up.

She wasn't expecting me to be out of my bedroom that early, so she had come out of her bedroom putting on another one of her aged nightdresses. That one was much older than the one she usually wore, and it pretty much looked like it was made of transparent fabric. Everything was visible, and since she wasn't wearing a bra, her tits were practically bare in front of my eyes, and so were her red panties.




The First Time



He kisses me roughly, and begins to unbutton my shirt. I moan sharply as he bites my lower lip. He pulls my shirt off me forcefully.

"Wait," I say.

He looks at me, his eyes resembling that of a lost puppy. It sends shivers down my spine. I nod, I'm at a loss for words. He smiles and kisses me softly. I shudder at the feeling of his breath on my ear.

"Ready?" He breaths.

I nod, unable to speak. He traces his lips down my neck. I moan as he reaches that spot on my stomach. I can't help myself. He looks into my eyes. I put my hands on his face and bring his lips to mine. I want him. He brings himself back to my stomach. My breath catches. 

He looks up at me again, in the midst of undoing the button on my jeans. I feel like I should be doing something, but I don't know what. 

"I won't do anything you don't want me to," He says.

I think a moment. He cares? I thought he'd have just thought this a chance to get laid. I nod. He smiles and pulls my legs apart. 

I feel unsure. Other girls say there first time hurt. 

My face heats up. I let out a small moan as he slips one finger inside of me. Ohmygosh. He watches as he slides his finger in and out.

He pushes a second finger in. My breath hitches. A moan escapes, though I try to stifle it. He chuckles. I pull him to me, bringing his lips to mine. He continues sliding his fingers in and out. 

"Ohmygosh!" I moan.

He pulls his fingers out of me and just looks at me. I watch his eyes light up seeing what a mess he'd made me. He teases my entrance with his fingers.

He slides them in slowly. I bite my lip. He stares at his fingers going in and out. I moan softly. He starts moving them faster and I moan louder.

He slides another one in. My breath hitches. He looks at me.

"Are you okay?" He says gently.

I nod, gasping. He smiles and brings his lips to mine. I moan as he uses his other hand to massage my breast.

"Do you want my to stop?" He pushes his fingers in deeper.

"Please don't," I stutter.

"Why?" He chuckles.

"Please!" I moan.

"Hey, Emma?" He stops moving his fingers.

"Yes?" I say, trying to catch my breath.

"Can we," he looks down. "Nevermind."

"What?" I fumble with my words. 

"Nevermind." He starts moving his fingers again.

I take his hand, stopping him. "Can we do what?" I ask.

"You know," his voice trails off.

"You mean," I pause. "That?"

"Yeah. Sorry," He says.

I hesitate a moment, "Yes."

"You're sure?" He asks.

I nod, "But, please, try to be gentle."

"I don't want to hurt you." He looks at me.

"I don't think I'll mind," I sit up.

He kisses me softly. I lean in on him. To be honest, I'm scared. 

"We don't have to," He says in my ear.

"I want to," I say.

He kisses me. I start to unbutton his jeans. He rubs the small of my back. I slowly pull down his boxers. He chuckles as I just stare at his length. 

"Ohmygosh," I say.

He pushes me onto my back. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

"Emma, we don't have to. I'm serious. If you don't want to." He says.

I shut him up with a kiss. His eyes widen. I pull back.

"I'm sorry," I say.

He kisses me and pulls me onto his lap. I gasp. He looks at me worriedly.

"Sorry," He says. "I couldn't stop myself."

I snake my arms around his neck, "I'm fine."

"I'll be gentle. I promise," He says.

He kisses my forehead softly. He raises me just above him. He sets me down onto him. My breath hitches as the tip slips inside me. I moan softly. He slides further inside me. So far, it doesn't hurt. A little further. I whimper quietly. 

"It hurts!" I squeeze his shoulders.

He kisses me softly, "Do you want me to stop?" 

"No, keep going," I whimper.

He slides in further. I bite my lip. He rubs the small of my back. I rest my head on his shoulder.

"Can we stop for just a second?" I ask.

He nods, "Of course."

I try to catch my breath, "Okay, keep going."

He slides out slowly, and back in faster. I moan softly and squeeze his shoulders. He goes further than he did before. I whimper and pull him into a kiss to shut myself up. He pulls away from the kiss and squeezes me tightly.

"Does it still hurt?" He asks.

I nod. He pulls out of me and picks me up. He sets me down on the bed.

"Emma, I'm sorry. I tried to be gentle," He says.

"I know," I say.

He leans down to kiss me, "Are you okay?"

"It hurts a little bit still. But I'm okay," I reassure him.

He chuckles, "Do I need to kiss it better?"

"Maybe," I tease.

He kisses me and traces his lips down my neck. I moan as he gets to my hips. 

I hear a knock on the door. 

"Hey, it's Meaghan." She opens the door and peers inside. "Oh my god."

I gasp and pull the blanket over myself, "Meaghan!"

He gets up quickly and puts his boxers on.

She shuts the door, "Just come out when you're done."

"Where are my underwear?" I whisper.

"I don't know, just wear a pair of my boxers." He gives me something to put on.

I put on my bra and shirt, not even bothering to button it. I open the door and step outside. "Meaghan, hey!"

"You're still not wearing pants." She says.

"Oh!" I run back in, "Where are my pants?"

"I don't know, but I found your underwear." He says.

"I like yours better," I tease.

"Emma!" He chuckles.

I go to turn the doorknob. He sweeps me into his arms and drops me on the bed.

"I might have to ask for my underwear back," He says.

"Only if I can have mine," I reply.

"You have to take mine off first." He slides the boxers off me.

"Daniel," I look at him.

"Does it still hurt?" He asks, pushing one finger inside of me. 

I nod, "Just a little sore."

He slips another finger in. I moan softly. He slides them in and out slowly. I bite my lip, trying not to be too loud. He pushes his fingers in deeper. 

"Daniel," I whimper quietly.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asks.

"No," I moan.

He moves them faster. I moan, a mixture of pain and pleasure. He pulls his fingers out and spreads them apart, staring at the wetness.

I slide his boxers down and pull him into a kiss. His eyes widen. He pulls me onto his lap again.

"Emma," He warns. 

"Please?" I plead.

"Do you want this?" He asks.

I nod.

He lifts me up and sets me down on his lap softly. I shudder as the tip slowly penetrates me. I grip his shoulders as he goes in deeper. He kisses my neck.

"Daniel," I whimper.

He moves faster, "Emma!"

"It hurts!" I squeeze his shoulders tighter.

I feel a warmness spread through me. What was that?

"What just happened?" I breathe.

I rest my head on his shoulder. I just need to catch my breath. 

"Emma, are you okay?" He asks.

"I don't know," I say. "It hurt, so much."

"I'm sorry," He says. 

I hear another knock on the door, "Will you guys just get out here?" 

"Okay!" I holler.

He slides his boxers on. I put his T-shirt on. He picks me up and carries me out into the hall.

"Hey Meaghan," He says calmly.

"What the hell was that?" She snaps, "I was standing here, waiting for you guys and all I hear is Emma saying that you're hurting her!"

"Oh! No, Meaghan," I say, but I'm cut off by her ranting again.

"And you!" She points to me. "I can't believe you would let him do that to you!"

"Meaghan," He interrupts her. "I wasn't trying to hurt her."

"It was my idea!" I chime in.

"What?" She looks dumbfounded.

"I would never try to hurt her." He says.

"Then," She pauses like she's trying to process the whole situation. "Oh my god. You mean. . ."

"Well, come on Meaghan. She'll be twenty in literally two days. You don't expect her to stay a virgin forever." He says.



The First Time



It doesn't matter how old you get you will never forget your first time. As clear as today is I can still remember it as if it was just yesterday. The snow had starting falling early in the morning. The roads were already blanked with about three inches of freshly fallen snow. I could not understand why they had not cancelled my school. Stephanie and her sister Linda had already received notice over the radio that their school was closed. It had seemed right after we got to class we had been told we would be leaving school early because of the impending storm. 

I had never really noticed how beautiful Stephanie was until I spotted her standing by the edge of the road. Her crimson red hair glistened against the falling white snowflakes. Her rosy cheeks were in contrast with her milky white skin that poked out from her hooded jacket... She appeared to be chilled to the bone as she cuddled her chest with her hands. Her head appeared pulled in like a turtle trying to retreat into its shell. Her glasses framed in thin gold wire across a thin petite face that matched her petite frame. Even though I was two years younger I was taller than she was and appeared older than her 

I had been coming over to their house for the most of the school year since we had moved and my parents did not want me to change schools until the school year was over. Steph and Linda were nowhere near alike. Steph like music and played the flute. Many days she would try to teach me how to play but that was a task all of its own. She usually never had homework and when she did, it was done quickly. Linda was more the bookworm and was a senior where Step was just a freshman. She always check and recheck her college school work and seemed to always get good grades because of it. Stephanie's petite frame was completely different than Linda's as she was a bit chunkier and much taller. I always knew if I was stuck with my school work Linda was the gal to go to, but if I wanted to have fun it would be Steph. 

"Want to go out and make snow villages?" Steph asked as she reached for her coat off the coat rack by the back door. 

"Sure" I replied as I slipped my coat over my shoulders and followed her out the back door. 

As I followed behind Steph I seemed to be drawn to watching her cute small buttock sway back and forth within her jeans. I had never ever looked at her like this before and I was puzzled. 

"You have a small butt you know Steph!" I blurted out

"Excuse me!" she replied "Are you checking out my ass?"

"I just happened to notice that's all" I answered and felt embarrassed for the moment.

"That's okay it's natural to be checking me out>" she said with a smile as she turned toward me.  "I'm flattered"

The snow seems to be falling harder and now the wind was kicking up as the snow would be forced sideways whipping across our faces.

"It is really snowing out here and cold to boot!" I blurted out as I shielded my face with my hands. 

"Calling for over foot and half of snow the weatherman said" she replied" They are saying it will be the blizzard of the year"

I was watching every move Steph was making today as if I was the bull and wanted her to join my herd. As she reached up to grab the branches from a tree I could see her bare skin of her stomach which excited me. Just the thought of her bare skin sent hot rushes of blood through my body.

"Here you go" she said as she handed me the stick.

I don't know why but the process of grabbing the stick was as if all done in slow motion. My eyes were just locked onto her beautiful green eyes and those sensuous little lips I imagined what it would be like to place my lips against hers

"Are you okay?" she asked

"Yes just a fantasy moment I guess!" I told her.

"First you're checking out my ass and now a fantasy moment!" she said with a smile "I can just imagine what you are fantasizing about. 

"Let's just do our village!" I told her.

It was something to pass the time as winter time was so boring. We would take sticks and trace out streets and then place boxes and write in with the sticks what businesses they were. Before you knew it we had a small village of our very own. It was not going to be so easy today as the snow was just not letting it happen. It seemed right after we drew a box or a new street the wind driven snow covered it up. It was just snowing too hard and blowing all over the place.

"Is it getting colder out here or what?" she asked as she stood in front of me. She pulled me closer to her as she buried her head in my chest. Her snow covered hair made a place to nestled my face into to exchange our warmth. I could smell the faint trace of perfume she had applied this morning in anticipation of going to campus for the day. I did not know what was coming over me as I could feel the hardness happening in my groin.

"Freezing my balls off" I blurted out.

"Yes I know I can feel them against me" she replied as she looked up into my face with a smile.

It took me by surprise what she said and I felt embarrassed but still kept her in my embrace

"Let's go in the old outhouse and get out of this cold wind" she said as she grabbed my hand and led the way. "We don't want you to lose your balls now do we?" 

It struck me funny because it seemed Steph was revealing a side I never saw of her before. Di she realize I was more or less in heat over her and she was accepting it. But what was I suppose to do next. We headed for the old outhouse that sat behind the garage or barn which at one time it was but now was used as a garage. It was a fairly large outhouse with two seats and a plenty of room to sit down. It had been not used in years and just smelled of old wood. Its rustic charm was appealing with the sun bleached wood and warped boards with all the knots splitting from age. The wood has shrunken in its aging process and gaps in the wood allowed you to see outside but at least it kept the cold wind from blowing in on you.

"Ah that's a lot better wouldn't you say?" she asked as she shut the door.

"Yes actually it's pretty warm in here" I replied

"I don't know about warm!" she blurted out. "But I do know all this cold wind has made me have to go pee already"

I just watched her as she removed her coat and hung it on one of the nails on the door that made up a row of so called hooks. Without any hesitation Steph just undid her jeans and along with her pink panties slid them down and sat on the toilet seat that surrounded the hole. I could not help but to notice her patch of fiery red pubic hair between her legs and that cute small tush of hers as she turned around. Listening to her pee just forced me the need to go also. 

"Go ahead, use that one." she told me as she saw me looking at the hole without a seat. "Cold weather will do it to you all the time and you guys can stand and pee".

I felt a bit embarrassed as I undid my pants and pulled out a semi erect penis for her to see.

"I guess you were fantasizing about me!" she stated as she started at my penis.

The coldness soon made short work of the erection and I was able to go to the bathroom. As I finished up and was about tom do up my pants I felt her hand grab my tight ball sack and pulled me over in front of her. .

"Well they are not frozen! A bit cold but at least not frozen!" she said as she just stared into my eyes. "I bet that feels better"

I could feel her fingers grasp the ridge of my belt and tug my pants down. As she lowered them to my ankles my penis rubbed against her fiery red hair causing me to become erect once again. As her face came up the head brushed against her cheek as her hand grasps the hard shaft and stroked it as she kissed the shaft and rubbed it against her cheek. Gently she guided it towards her lips where she kissed it and gently lapped her moist tongue over the swollen head and then up and down the shaft. I could then feel her warm mouth slide over the shaft as I ran my fingers through her soft flowing hair. I could feel the tension building in my ball sack as I felt I was about to explode. Softly she removed her mouth and gently stroked the cheeks of my butt as her face cuddled into my groin. She laid herself back on the seat raising her feet to the edge of the seat exposing her reddish mound to my view as she spread her legs.

"Kiss me down there!" she asked as I slowly got on my knees. 

My hands found her slim legs as I removed her pants and panties so she could spread her legs even further for me. The aroma of her womanhood was like a magnet to drawn me even closer to her. Slowly I planted kisses along her milky white skin as my hands stroked the outside of her thighs. I worked within inches of the already moist slit as I could feel the bristles of her pubic hair. As my lips pressed against her swollen moist pussy without any knowledge my tongue was searching out her inner cavities. The taste of her bodily fluids was more than I could have imagined as I savored every bit of her juices. 

"Oh that feels so good!" she moaned. "You're a natural"

As my tongue worked faster her thighs would shake faster and faster. Just as I prodded her hole with my fingers her body jerked and bucked with each push into her. My mouth was soon overwhelmed with her cum as she climaxed. 

"Let me give you a nice look at my ass since you earned it after eating pussy like that!" she blurted out as she stood up and bent over the bench. Her slim petite butt was so inviting as I bent over and licked her pussy and ran my tongue up and around her anus. 

"Oh my god I want you in me!" she demanded as I took my already hard cock and rubbed it against her ass and then prodded her moist slit as I guided it into her. 

"Oh yes that feels so good." she said "You are my first to ever do it with you know!"

"You my first also!" I replied.

Just as I could feel the tension build I could hear the call of her sister Linda yelling for us to let me know my parents had arrived to pick me up. I felt the tension build as my butt tightened and as I pulled out of her complete warmness I exploded shooing my wad all over her butt and down the crack of her ass and over her pussy lips. . I watched as it slowly slid down her skin and dripped to the floor. I wondered if anyone else in the lifetime of this outhouse has ever dripped their fluid onto its floor or made love, on these same seats. Could I have been the first? Probably not I would assume.

"IIts so hot on my skin" she said as she brushed her finger in the liquid and slipped it in her mouth. "And so tasty"

As we pulled up our clothes we headed out the door as if nothing happened. I never really could ever figure my encounter with Stephanie. We never attempted it again and she never even talked about it. I guess she just did not want anyone to know. I do know it was the first time for me and one that will stay imbedded in my mind till the day I die. I have seen her a few time going through life and always remembered that day and wished we could have done it again.



The First Time



(with some help from my online friend)

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A week's worth of texts and emails have me in such a state of constant arousal that I've arranged to be "working" late at the office this evening! As the last person walks out the door I get a little giddy with excitement that you will soon be here! My heart is beating too fast and my pussy is already wet with just the anticipation of what will happen between us this evening. 

I turn off most of the lights in the office and tidy the papers on my desk for the eighth time in 5 minutes, when I hear a knock on the door. I take a deep nervous breath before opening the door to see you standing there with a big smile on your face.

I smile shyly back at you and say a little breathlessly, "Hi, come on in!"

You step into the front porch and I close and lock the door behind you, leaning against it for just a moment to steady myself. I turn towards you and take a step closer, your eyes meet mine and I can feel the chemistry between us ignite. I take another step until our bodies are just barely touching. I place my hand on your upper arm and raise up on my tip toes, whispering in your ear "You are even sexier in person then I imagined." I gently nip your ear lobe with my teeth and quickly run my tongue along your sensitive skin.

You let out a low groan and pull me towards you until our bodies are pressed hard against each other, then you claim my lips for a fierce kiss. Our first kiss. Our tongues explore and lay claim to each others mouths. My hands grab onto your shoulders as my knees start to turn to Jello. You take control and manoeuvre us so that my back is pressed against the wall then run your fingers from my neck down into the cleavage of my top. You move your hands around to cup my breasts and sigh with contentment. I press more firmly into your hands and lean in to rain kisses along your neck and jaw before returning to your oh so sexy lips. 

You release my lips, reach down and grab the hem of my shirt to haul it over my head and throw it into the corner. Hungrily you lean down and start trailing kisses from my collar bone to the edge of my bra and back up to my ear. Quickly you turn me around and undo my bra strap, remove it as well and throw it in the corner with my shirt. Once you have my breasts bare you press your chest against my back and grind your pelvis against my ass. You kiss and nibble my ear while your hands explore my ample tits and flick and pinch my nipples until they are puckered and oh so sensitive.

My hips start grinding my ass against your hard cock and my pussy starts to throb. I need to touch you so I turn and run my hands up under your shirt, scraping my nails lightly against your skin. I follow your lead and haul your shirt off and add it to the pile of clothing in the corner. I lick and kiss a trail from your chest down your happy trail until I get to your jeans. Quickly I undo the fly of your jeans and push them and your boxer briefs lower on your hips until your cock springs free. I wrap my hand around you and lightly stroke up and down before I lean in to lick the pre-cum off your tip. I open my mouth and take the head of your dick inside, swirling my tongue around the ridges and dipping it into the tip to taste your excitement. I take more of you into my mouth, grazing you little with my teeth then sucking you deeper into my throat until I can't take any more. I draw back until I'm barely holding you in my mouth and then suck you back into the hilt. I withdraw my mouth halfway and use my hand to grip the base of your shaft while I work your cock with my mouth over and over until you are groaning and close to cumming.

You don't want to cum yet so you haul my greedy mouth away from your dick and raise me to my feet again. You kiss me again and say "Show me where your desk is, I want to lay you over it and taste your sweet pussy."

I lead you to my desk in the corner and lean against it. You waste no time in grabbing my skirt and bunching it up around my waist. You spread my thighs open and kneel between them, running your fingers over the satin of my panties before hauling them to the side and rubbing my clit with your thumb. I flinch slightly as soon as you touch me because I've been so aroused for so long that I'm super sensitive. You ease off the pressure of your thumb a little and run your fingers along my slit feeling the dampness that you have caused. You slide a finger into my pussy and feel my muscles instantly contract around you. You add a second finger and piston them in and out of me until my hips are bucking. You remove your thumb from my throbbing clit and replace it with your soft tongue, alternating between circling and flicking your tongue back and forth over my swollen bud. 

The moans escaping my mouth tell you how wild you are driving me but it isn't enough for you. You intend to make me cum with your hot mouth on me! Removing your fingers from my sopping wet pussy you lick my wet folds and lap up my juices. I'm on the brink of cumming when you take my clit into your mouth and suck on it sending me over the edge into an orgasm so intense my breathing stops for a moment and black spots appear before my eyes.

You stand up and your pants aside, position your cock at my entrance and thrust inside me in one smooth stroke. You pull out and start to gently move in and out of my pussy. I need more so I grab your ass and force you to slam into me over and over until we are both panting. You pull out long enough to turn me around on the desk so you can ram me from behind, then start thrusting hard and fast into me again. I reach under and start to flick my clit as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming. I feel your cock start to swell and know that you are as close as I am. I grind my ass back against you and send both of us spiralling into a mind blowing orgasm. I can feel your cock shooting your load inside me as my pussy convulses around you. 

Finally when breathing slows down and the contractions in my pussy stop you pull out of me. I kneel down in front of you and lick you until you are all cleaned up. Your dick is starting to get hard again already...

I wonder what round two will bring! 



The First Time



I was 19 when I married Eddie and I was so young and naïve. We were married for 20 years; in fact, we had just celebrated our 20th anniversary with a surprise party that our friends had thrown us. The party had ended and that was when Eddie decided to break the news to me. We stood among the streamers and balloons; he held my hands gently as he told me of his lover, his 24 year old lover; and that she was now pregnant with the child I could never give him. He was leaving me for her. He wanted a fresh start in life. I vaguely remember slapping him, more than once I think, before he retrieved his already-packed suitcase and left the house.

I could say I was devastated, but that wouldn't come close to explaining how I felt. I was completely stripped to the bone; made to feel to be an inadequate woman unable to bear children and paying the price now by the loss of my husband to a more fertile woman. Silly me, I had thought we were in this together. That we would go through the in-vitro and hormone shots, the planned sex and endless moments waiting for test results together. Meanwhile, the bastard was fucking around on me. The fact that she was pregnant just added insult to injury.

Just two years earlier, at Eddie's suggestion, I had quit my job to take the pressure off myself and help me 'relax' enough to get pregnant. I had done nothing but take care of myself, prepare myself to carry a child for the last 24 months. I exercised to strengthen my abdominals and uterine muscles to the point of a softly outlined six-pack. I had done about 5 million kegal crunches to strengthen my pelvic floor in preparation for childbirth. I had done so many of them that I could hold Eddie's cock in my pussy practically against his will, the muscles were so strong. My body was strong and healthy, but at 39 I had some generous (I liked to think of them as voluptuous) curves. I would definitely never be mistaken for a man.

I spent my days at the spa and the gym, getting massages and workouts with a personal trainer. I spent half a lifetime swimming laps in the Olympic sized pool. I read every book I ever wanted to read and kept myself busy by improving my mind and health. I made myself the perfect receptacle for a baby to thrive. I think this was the last straw for Eddie. He was paying for a lifestyle that never paid off (in his mind) in return. Had I known he only loved me for my supposed baby-making abilities....well, honestly I would have married him anyway, but at least I wouldn't have been blind to what he expected.

I drifted, lost, for several months after this revelation from my husband, my best friend, my only lover. I had to work hard just to get out of bed in the morning; the depression gripped me so tightly. I mourned him as though he were dead, then lamented that he still lived and was happy while I shriveled up and ached for death to claim me. It was easier to think of him as dead than as having just left me. My heart literally hurt; all day, all night; every single moment.

It was during this time of deep despair that Maria came into my life. She was kind and full of laughter. She somehow made me see humor in the situation. She made me smile when I didn't think I was capable. It was she who first fixed me up with the man who would have the dubious honor of being my first real date after the love of my life shredded my heart into teeny tiny little pieces. Poor man, I spent the evening shredding him into little teeny tiny pieces. I later called to apologize, but he hung up abruptly and....well, I can take a hint.

Not one to be discouraged by failure, Maria continued to set me up with more of her friends (I was nicer to them) and friends of friends until when that failed she resigned herself to just continuing to invite me to dinner and fun little outings with her, her husband Jon and their son Tony.

When I met them Tony was a somewhat scrawny 16 year old who would look at me with these soft brown eyes. He was always sweet to me and, although I realize why now, I just thought he was being the gentleman that his mother raised. Now, two full years had passed while I watched him with his girlfriend and helped him through the many times they broke up then reconciled. He seemed to turn to me when he was the most confused and I gave my advice to him about girls with the aplomb of a maiden aunt or other trusted advisor.

Now preparing for a dinner to celebrate his 18th birthday, I reflected on how much Tony had grown and changed in the past two years as I dried myself off from the shower and dressed for dinner with Maria and her family. Some of the more risqué questions he had asked me over the last two years ran through my mind as I tried to recall how I answered them. Always honestly; of course, but on occasion I thought perhaps, I answered a bit too honestly. I shrugged the feeling off with a quick motion of my shoulders as I dropped the towel to the floor. I took a long moment to study my naked reflection in the full-length mirror mounted to the bathroom wall. 

Not bad, I thought; tight abs, strong but smooth leg and arm muscles; breasts full but not too large and still resisting gravity. I turned in an attempt to get a good look at my buttocks and was pleasantly surprised by how tight and firm they were; all of those lunges and twists had paid off. It was only then that I felt brave enough to lean forward and study my face in the magnified mirror. Every woman's nightmare, especially nearing the age of 40, but even then, I thought, "Not bad Lucy, not too many lines. You could pass for 35...maybe."

I knew from the outset that it would just be the four of us for dinner. So why did I feel the need to dress somewhat provocatively? Tight black skirt and ruby red blouse with just enough cleavage to be a little hot, but not enough to be obvious (obvious of what, I questioned myself). I made a conscious decision to not think about that as I put the finishing touches to my make-up. I had taken special care to line my eyes and add a dusting of eye shadow before swiping black mascara onto my eyes. All of this was designed to accent my bright blue eyes and make them, well, unforgettable. It was my motivation that troubled me.

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I arrived a little early hoping that I could help Maria get dinner ready, but my brisk knock was answered by my hostess saying she and Jon were just leaving. Her mother had an emergency and she had to get there right away. She apologized for not calling, but she wondered if I could have dinner with Tony tonight. "I just hate to drag him away on his birthday." She explained.

I had an immediate sense of apprehension, but for some reason I found myself nodding and saying, "Of course I will. You just take care of your mom." I looked around the living room and asked, "Where is the birthday boy?"

"Oh," she replied, "he's downstairs. Go see what he's done with the basement. He's made it over completely so he can have his own "place" while he goes to college. He and Jon worked hard, it's pretty amazing."

I hesitated a moment and Maria encouraged me, "Go, please. Make him stop working out and get ready to have dinner." As I stood there, I heard the door slam as she and Jon left for the hospital.

Somewhat reassured, I made my way through the kitchen (which smelled heavenly, by the way) and down the stairs to the basement. I was stunned by what I saw. Tony had taken a dreary cold basement and turned half of it into a home gym and the other half into his bedroom, I guessed. There was a painted wall dividing the basement in half. His bedroom, if that's what it was, must be huge considering the fact that the basement ran the entire length of the house. There was another room jutting off from what I assumed was the bedroom, a decent size but not overly large. Something made me choose this door to knock on and call out tentatively, "Tony?"

The door swung open and the scent of body wash and steam wafted out at me. He stood framed in the doorway with just a towel hanging loosely off his hips. His hair was wet and curled over his neck and his chest glistened with the moisture. Every plane and valley was accentuated and I could feel my mouth go suddenly dry. 

"Lucy, did come down to wish me a happy birthday?" He said with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

I found that I had trouble just forming simple words when confronted with the vision before me. My prevailing thought was Adonis. This is what the Greeks imagined Adonis looked like. If Tony had lived then, he would have been immortalized in marble. Somehow, I managed to croak out, "Uh, dinner's ready. We should eat." I sounded inane, I know, but my brain was not functioning properly.

"Sure thing," he replied, "just let me get dressed." 

As I stepped back to let him pass, he glanced down at me again as he moved toward the bedroom door. He swung it open and stepped inside while simultaneously dropping his towel. He didn't glance back at me while I stood there for a moment, mouth hanging open, completely flummoxed by the sight of his, well, perfect ass. A sudden flush of heat sparked in my chest and heat spread to the very center of my being. It took every ounce of willpower I had, but somehow I managed to not follow him into the bedroom. I turned and went back upstairs to begin putting dinner on the table.

I had everything set out and had opened the wine that I found his mother had left us. (What was that woman thinking?) I waited what seemed like forever before pouring a much needed glass. I hesitated to pour one for Tony because he was still underage. Ironically, I realized that he was underage for alcohol, but not underage for the fleeting thoughts that were running through my head. I stood at the window looking out at the street and thinking thoughts that I had no business thinking.

"So, we're eating alone." Tony had come upstairs so quietly and stood right behind me. I could feel his breath on my neck and I involuntarily jumped. He rested a hand lightly on each of my hips. "You were a million miles away. What were you thinking about?"

I couldn't resist smiling at him when I turned around and saw him. He was now dressed in a faded pair of jeans with a hole in the knee. He was barefoot and bare-chested and I almost laughed out loud with delight at his blatant message. "No, I think I'll keep these thoughts to myself."

"You know, Lucy, your dressed too formally for a dinner like this." He said as he looked me up and down. "At least kick off your shoes."

I hesitated. I wasn't just on the short side, I was the short side. I barely topped 5' tall in comparison with what must be his 6' foot frame. Discarding my four inch heels was something I rarely did. I considered and then I said, "Pour me another glass of wine, and one for yourself if you like, and I will relax a bit for you."

"Yes to your relaxing, no thanks to the wine." He answered easily. Stepping back to the table to pour me the glass I requested.

"Really? I thought someone your age would jump at the chance to have a drink."

"No, I'd like to be completely clearheaded tonight....uh, it is my birthday, I don't want to forget a minute."

I kicked off my shoes and slid my jacket off my shoulders to comply with his request to get more comfortable. He rushed over to help me and hung my jacket in the closet before taking my hand and leading me to the table.

I have to honestly say, I don't think I've ever met anyone more gentlemanly than Tony was being tonight. Not in the 20+ years that I had dated and been married to my now ex-husband. Not even any of the men Maria had set me up with measured up to him.

A bit nervously, I moved to my chair to sit down and felt Tony move behind me. I stiffened, and then relaxed as I realized that he was just pushing my chair in for me, again, the perfect gentleman. I could feel his body heat behind me and was again struck by the sheer size of him. I felt even more diminutive than ever.

We ate and talked and thoroughly enjoyed each other's company. He told me about his latest break-up with his girlfriend and it seemed that this time it was for good. He was a little bitter, I realized, as he confessed, "You know, she made me wait for her, to you know, 'be ready'. Then she never was, you know, 'ready'. Well, not for me anyway, she did cheat on me though. She made me wait, and then she went and fucked someone else."

"Believe me, I get it. That's how my marriage ended." I replied, the wine beginning to relax me a little. "Bastard ex-husband cheated on me too." Ok, maybe the wine was relaxing me a little more than I thought. 

"I can't believe a man who had you could look at another woman. If you were mine, I would have never been able to look away from you." Tony said seriously, pinning me with his soft brown eyes.

I was just a bit fuzzy so it took me a moment to catch up to his earlier statement, but it finally dawned on me what he was saying. He was a virgin. I had to be sure though and the wine had emboldened me.

"Are you a virgin?" I asked bluntly.

His reddening cheeks answered me before he could. She made him wait, and because of the kind of man he had become, he waited. Now, he was completely untried. Again, the wine spoke what I was thinking, "And you don't want to be a virgin anymore do you?"

The phone trilled cutting off his response. He looked at me for a desperate moment before jumping up and moving to the kitchen to answer it.

"Uh huh." I heard through the doorway. "So you think she'll be ok?" Silence, and then, "Ok....yes we're having dinner now....ok, I'll ask her."

"Lucy, can you hang out for a while?" He leaned through the doorway to look at me. "My mom and dad are going to stay at my grandma's tonight just to make sure she's ok." His face was concerned and hopeful all at once. I could discern a trace of guilt too. "She says she hates for all this food to go to waste."

I hesitated, aware of the implication of what he was asking.

"Well, can you stay?" He asked again. "I'd hate to be alone on my birthday."

Oh God, soft brown eyes again, "Ok, I'll stay with you. Tell your mom it's no problem." I answered with a mix of apprehension and anticipation running through me.

I began gathering the used dishes as he finished up the call. We loaded the dishwasher and wiped the surfaces together in complete silence. When we had finished, I turned and found myself face to chest with him. Face to bare chest to be exact. I hadn't been able to take my eyes off of it all night. I had never before seen a god come to life before. But I was sure I was witnessing it now.

I looked up at him and he moved a step closer to me. He said quietly, "Lucy, you are so beautiful."

"Sweetie, I'm so much older than you. What could you possibly see in me? I'm sure there's some hot, young girl out there for you." I answered. Oh please, I thought silently, please let me be the one.

"Lucy, I can't think about anyone but you. That's why my girlfriend left me; that's why she did what she did. We were making out, getting hot and heavy and I called her Lucy." He paused and took a deep breath before saying, "I can't stop thinking about you. It's you that I want, just you.

"You're kidding, right?" I answer incredulous. "I couldn't even keep my husband interested. I mean....he left me. You know this right? He left me for a younger woman, for someone who could give him a child. I'm damaged goods."

"Oh my God!" Tony took a step back from me. "He really did a number on you. Didn't he? You are so beautiful, I have been thinking about you from the day we met. Do you remember that day? I know you looked at me like a kid, because...well I was one...but I saw you Lucy....I SAW you. I swear I fell in love with you that day."

It was my turn to step back from him. Love? He was in love with me? Something inside me just collapsed and I took a step back toward him and said, "Let's go downstairs.....show me your bedroom."

He picked me up, literally swept me off my feet and into his arms, and kissed me. A kiss so deep, so sweet and so hot I swear I heard a chorus of angels. Heaven could not be sweeter than this.

The trip down the stairs and across the room to his bedroom door was fleeting. I wrapped my arms around him and peppered kisses up and down his neck inhaling the pure, clean male scent of him. All I could think about was what was to come. He laid me on the bed and tumbled in after me. His lips met mine and lit a fire within me that I thought had died with my marriage. Now, I realized that the embers were just banked in the hopes that they could be rekindled again. Now, they burst forth into a white hot flame for this god that wanted me more than anyone had ever wanted me before. He leaned over me, holding his body above me just looking into my eyes for a brief moment before his lips descended onto mine once again. Oh, such soft sweet lips...and such a passionate kiss. I allowed myself to melt into him as his tongue explored my mouth. I opened myself to him and his explorations and my hands slid over his chest. Oh, I had been dying to touch him. I reveled in the hardness of his chest and the well-defined muscle.

His hands did some roaming of their own and I felt a tugging on the buttons of my blouse. I reached up to give him a hand. At that moment I would have given him anything that he wanted. I reached behind me to undo my bra and he helped me take both those items off me as quickly as possible. He leaned down to kiss me again and I drowned in the luscious feeling of his rock hard chest against the soft give of my breasts. My nipples turned instantly into stiff pebbles as his tongue explored the depths of my mouth.

He moved his mouth down to lave one of my breasts sending a shuddering bolt of electricity directly south. I moaned softly as he awakened every sense that had been asleep for so long. My body felt alive again at his touch and I eagerly awaited the feel of his long strong fingers everywhere.

His answer to my unspoken request was a sliding kiss to my other breast and a gentle suckling that made the very center of me hot and wet. I felt a longing in me that I had not felt in years; a longing to be filled and satisfied. Something I had not known in a long time.

My hand reached down to unsnap his jeans and he wriggled them down over his hips. I was pleasantly surprised to realize as he moved his hands to help me rid him of his jeans that he was going commando. The jeans really were the only item of clothing separating e from him all night.

His cock sprung out, now unencumbered, hard and long and oh so beautiful. I had only ever experienced my ex-husband and he was much smaller and much thinner than Tony. Tony was....well....HUGE! My pussy involuntarily clenched at the sight and my mouth began to water. I knew that I had to have him in my mouth, I had to taste him. I had to taste him now!

I stopped his generous ministrations over my breasts and he allowed me to roll him over onto his back. I kissed him this time; long and hard and deep. And I moved slowly down his chest to worship the hard angled planes of it and flick my tongue across his nipples this time, then down, even more slowly over his hard six-pack abs; licking and kissing each and every muscle as I made my way down....down to the hard cuts that would lead me to paradise. I ran my tongue up one side of those "cuts" and down the other, until I reached what I knew he wanted me to reach. The place I longed to taste.

I swiped my tongue lovingly over the top of his cock, relishing the flavor of his precum as I did so. I watched the reaction on his face as I did it again. Sucking in his breath, he closed his eyes in pleasure. I kissed, sucked and licked the tip until he opened his eyes again. Then I slid his generous length slowly into my mouth as he watched. He rested his hand gently on the back of my head and sucked in another deep breath. I slid him out again; then back in a little further. I had to give my throat a moment to adjust to his girth before taking him further into my mouth.




The First Time



Oh God, I had never tasted anything so good. I don't know if it was innocence or just youth, but, oh what an amazing flavor. I pulled him out of my mouth and swiped my tongue over his slit to enjoy more of his virgin precum before diving back down on him.

"Oh Lucy, you're gonna make me cum." He said before long and tried to pull away from me. I grabbed his hands and kept right on stroking him with my mouth and throat. I wanted to taste him and I was not going to be denied.

I increased my speed, encouraged by his moans and sighs. My efforts were soon rewarded with him saying "Oh yeah, Lucy. Yeah, make me cum!" I felt him swell even more and I let go of his hands and gave his balls a gentle squeeze and was rewarded with "Oh fuck, I'm cumming! Oh god, Lucy! Yes!" At that moment the first hot spurt of luscious cum hit my throat. I swallowed frantically because there was so much. He came and came more than I had ever taken before. I relished every delicious drop and continued to suck him until I had milked him dry. 

I moved up and rested my head on his shoulder, giving him a moment to enjoy the afterglow. He didn't wait long before he turned to me and kissed me saying, "That was amazing." 

"You never had that before?" I asked curious and a little disbelieving. I mean, why did he stay with that girl so long if she wouldn't even go down on him?"

"I've never had it like that." He answered. "And I was never allowed to cum in her mouth. She was kind of disgusted by cum."

Oh, I thought, that explained his trying to move me off him when he was close to cumming. I simply looked him in the eyes and said, "You taste amazing. I will want more, so be prepared."

He sighed again and turned toward me. He ran his fingers lightly up my silhouette, hitting every curve and valley. When they reached my face, he pulled me closer and kissed me lightly at first, before deepening the kiss and rolling me onto my back. He pulled away from me for a moment and said, "You really are beautiful."

"Say that again." I said.

He smiled and said, "You're beautiful.....you're beautiful.....you're beautiful......you're beautiful."

"It's been so long since I've heard that. Thank you." 

"Thank you?" he chuckled, "I haven't even begun to do anything for you to thank me for....and you ARE beautiful."

With this, he kissed me again. Long and hard and my whole being lit up. My insides turned to liquid and immediately became electrically charged. The wetness between my legs soaked my panties and I involuntarily moaned into his kiss. His hands began to roam the length of my body; caressing every soft valley and every lush hillock. "Yes, beautiful, I don't even have to look at you to know that. You feel beautiful."

Damn, this kid really could sweep a girl off her feet.

"I'm going to make you feel as good as you just made me feel." He whispered in my ear and then flicked his tongue over my earlobe. He softly kissed my neck, then my shoulder blade, down my chest to my breast. He looked up at me as his lips clamped warmly over my nipple. Oh, it felt so good, almost as good as the kisses that he trailed down my stomach stopping at the waistband of my skirt. He reached behind me and I arched my back so he could pull the zipper down and slide the skirt down my hips and off my legs. He kissed my hip bones then down to my thighs as he slipped my panties off and tossed them aside as well.

He kissed his way back up my thighs, spreading my legs with his hands, to press his warm lips on my inner thighs. My juices were freely flowing by now, the wetness trailing down to pool onto the bedspread beneath me. He kissed my smooth hairless lips and ran his tongue up one side and down the other making me moan with pleasure.

He looked up at me as he placed a thumb on each outer lip before spreading them open and running his tongue from the base of my pussy to the top making my inner lips spread like the wings of a butterfly. He softly licked my clit making me moan again. I looked down at him again and was thrilled to see him looking back at me. I had never felt this connected with my ex. But Tony never let me feel for a single moment that he was thinking about anything else but me. He was fully present with me, pleasuring me and not some fantasy girl in his head. Knowing that I was his fantasy girl, turned me on more than anything he could ever do to me.

Not that I minded that while he was looking at me, he was circling that sensitive bud with his tongue; that he was slowly sliding one long finger into me. It slid in so easy too, with no resistance; because of how wet he was making me. He wanted to see my reaction to his pleasuring. I didn't let him down. I couldn't help myself; my eyes rolled back in my head with the sheer pleasure of his one, now two, fingers gliding in and out of me and his tongue dancing across my clit. My back arched of its own volition as my climax built. I moaned without restraint as he brought me closer to my release. "Oh yes, Tony! Oh God, that's so good." His fingers and tongue worked faster and still in unison. "Oh baby, oh yes, yes. Oh, I'm cumming!" I cried as I entwined my fingers in his hair and my orgasm overtook me.

It was good that no one was home, because I could never have kept quiet. It was one of the most amazing orgasms I had ever had. My body quivered with delight as he kissed his way back up to my mouth. When he kissed my lips, I could taste myself on him and I became even more excited.

"So, you're ex let you go down on her at least." I commented with (yes, I admit it) a bit of jealousy.

"No, she was always afraid if I got into her pants for that, sex was just the next step away. So, no, she never let me." He answered honestly.

"Then how did you ever learn to do that?" I asked him breathlessly. "And do it so well?"

"I watch a lot of porn." Was his serious answer and I couldn't help but laugh with delight.

"Well, your research paid off." I answered with a smile. "Now, tell me. When you've thought about this, losing your virginity, how did you picture it? You on top? Me on top? I'll give you whatever you want."

He answered immediately, "You on top. I want to see you impale yourself on me."

God, I was wet again with just that honest statement. A man that can tell me what he wants? It's a dream come true.

I said, "Then lie down on your back and let me get you hard again."

He laughed, "I am hard again!"

"Oh sweetie, I think I'm in love!" I said with a wink as I moved over him and sat on his lap just below his cock which, true to his word, was standing at attention once again. I stroked him gently before moving over him and positioning myself over his cock, and placing just the tip into me.

"Fast or slow?" I asked.

"Oh, slow." He said quickly. "I want to watch you slide down onto me."

I nodded and slowly, oh so slowly, I lowered myself onto him. He watched with lustful eyes as his cock disappeared into me. His hands were on my thighs and his thumbs stroked me lightly as I finally completed my descent and rested on his thighs. My muscles tightened around him and I loved how full of him I was.

"You're not a virgin anymore." I said. 

He just nodded as I tightened and released my muscles on him, effectively fucking him without moving.

"Oh Lucy, you feel so good! You feel amazing!" He moaned. I ground my hips on him rocking back and forth before raising and lowering myself slowly up and down. 

"Oh yeah, Lucy that's good." He growled as he held me to his hips and thrust up into me. I leaned forward and kissed him as I started to glide back and forth on him, fucking him with complete abandon and unbridled enthusiasm.

He moaned and pulled me into a deep kiss. The next thing I knew, I was on my back and he was grinning down at me. "Ok, my turn to drive." He said before kissing me deeply. He was still buried to the hilt in my pussy and my velvet walls were clenching around him. Damn, he felt good!

"Oh yeah, Tony, fuck me!" I whispered to him. He moaned again before pulling out almost all the way and holding himself there. He looked at me again (the eye contact was such a turn on) and watched my face as he slammed himself into me. "Yeah, that's good!"

He repeated the motion over and over, pulling almost out of me the ramming himself into me, fucking me hard. I pulled my legs up and wrapped them around his waist as he began to move faster.

"C'mon Lucy, I want to see you cum." He set a steady, hard pace and I allowed myself to let go and just be fucked by this boy. "God, you're beautiful." He said as he kissed me again not letting up on my pussy for a second.

In another moment, he got his wish as I came calling out his name as my orgasm rocketed through me. I clenched my legs tight and the muscles in my pussy even tighter around him. I could feel the subtle swelling of his cock the moment before he slammed into me and buried his head in my neck. 

"Oh god!" He cried as he came and after a few moments, he lifted himself up by his elbows and kissed me before saying, "You are amazing."

"So are you." I answered, meaning it. 

Rolling off me, he pulled me into his arms and I rested my head on his chest. I listened as his heart slowly resumed its regular beat and his breathing became normal. We dozed for a little while wrapped in each other's arms. I awoke a short time later and watched him sleep for a bit thinking how young he looked. Awake he was like a god, asleep more like a cherub.

I kissed him on the forehead and eased myself out of bed, gathered my clothes and headed toward the bathroom. After I freshened up and got dressed I came out and knelt beside the bed nudging him gently to wake him up.

He smiled when he saw me and said sleepily, "Hey Lucy."

"Hey yourself", I said smiling back, "I have to go, it's getting late."

He looked disappointed but said, "Ok, but I'll see you again soon, right?"

"I promise, as soon as I can arrange it. Oh, and hold out your hand, I have something for you." He did and a placed my little gift into it.

He opened his hand to find my panties and his eyes widened with a realization. "You're naked under that skirt? I can't let you leave like that." And with that he leapt out of bed faster than I could have imagined and moved behind me. He slid my skirt up and caressed my ass, I was immediately wet again.

He slid one hand around to the front and slipped two fingers down over my pussy before sliding up again and spread my lips wide and softly rubbing my clit. He moved a half a step back from me and slid a finger into me from behind. I couldn't help myself; I moaned and moved back on his finger. My knees buckled from the pleasure and he whispered "Get up on the bed with your knees on the edge and let me fuck you from behind....fulfill another fantasy?"

I was in no mind to say no to anything he suggested so I moved up on the bed with my skirt around my waist and my ass in the air waiting to be filled with him again.

He moved behind me and lined his cock up with my wet and willing pussy. He rubbed the tip of it up and down my entrance before sliding slowly, painstakingly into me. My muscles tightened around him, welcoming him, embracing him as he filled me again. The sensation was amazing as he just as slowly drew back out and in again. I couldn't breathe it was so good. I couldn't hold myself up on my arms anymore so I grabbed a pillow and hugged it under me resting my forehead on it. "That's so good; you're so good." I managed to moan out to him.

"You feel so good, Lucy I want it to last." He answered breathlessly but increasing his speed just a little in spite of his words.

I couldn't help myself, I was moaning uncontrollably, "Yes, oh god, yes. Oh fuck me baby. That's so good."

He started fucking me faster, gripping my hips tighter for a moment before reaching around to strum one finger over my swollen clit. He deftly sent me over the edge into oblivion as I buried my screams of pleasure in the pillow.

He pulled out for just a moment and slid his finger into me before sliding his cock back into me and his finger slowly into my ass using my own cum as lubrication. He was soon back to his breakneck pace but now with both of my holes filled, I was screaming so loud that if I didn't have the pillow I would have scared the neighbors. I was coming again, and again. Even my legs were collapsing as he fucked me and he wrapped one arm around my waist to hold me up.

I could hear him moaning and grunting as he kept up the pace and had me coming again. It was so good, I swear I cried. Actual tears, so good I cried.

"Oh fuck, Lucy. You feel so good....oh fuck, yeah." And he slammed into me again up to the hilt both finger and cock and I felt him cum into me hot and hard. I tightened my pussy as much as I could and held him there as he finished and he moaned again, softer this time and with relief. He pulled out of me and collapsed on his side on the bed as I collapsed on my side facing him.

We lay there for a few moments panting and holding hands before he pulled me close and kissed me long and deep. He caressed my ass and said, "I want to fuck you there once, can I?"

I considered for a moment before smiling and saying, "Yes, I've never done that; so I guess we'll both be virgins next time."



The First Time



You answered the door to your apartment with no expectations whatsoever. We aren't going to have sex, this is just two friends watching a movie and hanging out. No worries. We both know the deal. You were nervous nonetheless because you had never seen her before- at least not in person. But you knew she was attractive and you knew she was sexual. And you knew she wanted you...you've always known that.

She walked in with a DVD and a bag of oreos. "Why the cookies?" you asked. "If my teeth are are gooey and black, you won't want to kiss me," she said. And then she winked and smiled and you felt that familiar stirring in your groin. You had thought her online pictures were cute, even beautiful. But here she was face-to-face with no pretense, and you knew you were right.

She took your hand and led you to the sofa and sat you down on one side. She nestled in next to you, letting your arm fall over her shoulder. Her head on your chest, her hands on your stomach. "This is okay," you thought. "This is perfectly innocent and friendly".

But you could smell her perfume, subtle and faint. The scent of shampoo and something...something else...was crowding your thoughts. Her neckline of her blouse slipped briefly, and she was quick to adjust it, but not before you saw her neck and that lovely curve of her shoulder.

She was lightly scratching your chest, almost absentmindedly, but it was driving you insane. "Remember waaay back to high school?" she asked. "When you and your girlfriend would make out for hours and you were happy never getting past second base because you knew she wouldn't?" You nodded in agreement, wondering where this was headed.

She tilted her head up to look into your eyes, and you sensed it before it happened. "She's going to kiss me", you thought. "Now what?"

But she didn't. She looked straight into your eyes and she instinctively knew you were getting hard. Everything she wanted was obvious in that look. But she kept her hands and her mouth to herself.

To your surprise, you kissed her. Softly, then more insistently. And she let you. For an interminable length of time, you forgot everything else and just concentrated on her lips. Then the warning light began blinking and you forced yourself to pull away. "We shouldn't be doing this." You saw the disappointment in her eyes, but you knew you had to be the stronger one. It was the right thing for both you.

"You're right", she said. "Totally right." Back to the movie- some inane comedy designed to be ignored. She lay back against your chest once again and sighed. The man inside you- the horny, selfish, testosterone-laden part of you suddenly had a thought: Would she? If I asked her, would she want to go down on me? Even though she won't allow me to reciprocate? Or is that just me being a dick?

You could tell by the shadow of her nipples through her blouse that she was still aroused from your kiss. Maybe she would...maybe, just maybe, she WANTS to do it...

She sensed you staring at her breasts and arched her back slightly, inviting you to see her obvious arousal. "She's insane. THIS is insane. She's MARRIED." you thought. But she tuned her head slightly and the scent of her hair, her skin was just too much to take.

Any excuse to escape- you wracked your mind for any reason to just get distance between you and this woman. Just for a moment to clear your head...

"Excuse me for a second," you stuttered. Locking the bathroom door behind you, you exhaled deeply, tryin to shake that intoxicating aroma of arousal and anticipation from your senses. "This is crazy! She's not going to just suck me off and go home. That would be...WRONG. What kind of woman DOES that?"

Aware that an inordinate amount of time had passed, you stepped from the bathroom to find her standing at the door.

"I think it's best if I go." she said softly. You could see she was hurt. And though you knew it wasn't your fault, the boundaries were hers, not yours, but you felt for her. Thoughts filled your head- Wait! We're adults. We knew going into this that it might get complicated, but hanging out as friends was supposed to be the answer. All of the flirting and fun, none of the risk. No one was supposed to get hurt.

She turned to the door and reached for the handle..."This can't be how this goes down," you thought. "Crap."

"It's okay." she said. "I still think you're wonderful. The words just fell out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. "Listen- I don't want you to go. I don't. There has to be a middle ground." 

She stopped still for a moment, her eyes locked with yours. That look was unmistakable..."I know a middle ground." she whispered.

Her hand reached for yours and she led you to the bedroom...

Those eyes were staring into yours- never flinching, never lifting her gaze from your face. You sat on the edge of the bed and she climbed onto your lap. The kisses...light and sweet, then deeper and harder. She stroked your neck with her long fingers that sent shivers up your spine. Then the biting...nipping at your neck and shoulders so lightly, but in no way innocently. Her hands pulled at your shirt, slipping it over your head. She rose and took a step back. "You're amazing," she said. You stood and pulled her close, your hands on her breasts, kneading and squeezing them. She was whimpering, sighing, arching herself toward your hands trying to fill them. You pulled the blouse from her body and exposed her dark skin, her nipples hard and her breasts firm and heavy.

"Please..." she whispered, pulling your head to her nipple. "Please..." You held one breast in your hand while you nibbled and sucked and licked at her nipple. She held you firmly against her body and urged you with her words..."Suck harder...harder please..." begging for you to give her what she had been without for so, so long.

Finally, nipples bruised and raw, she pulled away and turned her attention to your cock. Running a long finger down the outline of your hardness as it strained against your jeans. Never taking her eyes from yours, she unzipped you and took the length of it in her hands. "Beautiful," she said over and over. 

Lowering her body she brushed her swollen breasts against you until your cock was nestled between them. She paused and rubbed them along the length of your shaft and in one motion, sank to her knees and enveloped the tip with her mouth.

Her hands were on your hips and she pulled you deeper until she could take no more. She was sucking with such intensity, such need, such want that you were almost unable to control yourself. Her hand left your hip and you watched as it slipped between her legs. She stroked her pussy, drenching her fingers. Her other hand was pumping your cock with abandon, her tongue licking harder and faster...the pressure was building in you, but you maintained your control. Watched her as she spread her legs wider and continued to stroke herself until she came hard and fast. She stopped her sucking for only a moment to catch her breath...then she resumed with even more urgency.

"I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste all of it. Please..." You nodded and pulled her closer, digging your fingers into her hair. She increased her pressure, her suction, her hand moving faster on your cock. She watched your balls tighten close to your body and she knew it was time. You came in waves and she swallowed frantically to take in every ounce. Your heart was pounding and your mind was reeling, "Did that just happen? Did we BOTH get off with absolutely no possible guilt?"

She brought a finger to her lips to catch the few drops of cum she had missed. Rising to her feet you noticed the redness still lingering on her breasts where you had left your mark. Maybe you meant to do it. Maybe you wanted her to see them the next day and remember how you touched her body when she needed it most.

Your eyes locked again. You guided her to the bed and asked, "Would you, CAN you, stay a while?" She nodded and slipped off her sopping panties. At once, you recognized the scent that had been confusing you all night. It was the scent of her wetness, her cum. 

"Did you get off before you came over here?" you asked. She smiled and laid her body against yours, the sheets cold against your skin.

"Well, I didn't go into this with any expectations." she replied.



The First Time



We had been flirting for a long time through text and chat but every time we got around each other we were both afraid to make the first move. I had never done more than kiss a girl and she had only been with a girl once. We were high school friends all grown up with husbands and kids. Sally was a little shorter than me a bit round in the middle but nice big tits with blushed nipples and a nice ass. I was having my 26th birthday and decided to throw a party. We bought a ton of alcohol and went to my uncles he had a nice in ground pool and a hot tub. My family was all there aunts uncles my parents sister and kids along with a few friends. 

We all had fun lots of drinks good food and swimming. . We had been doing a little bit of flirting and under water gropes. As the night went on a few people left and everyone was wrapped up in their own little story lines. We were sitting in the hot tub me Sally and another one of our good friends, her cousin, Louise. We kept having people bring us drinks. I felt her hand on my leg I could feel myself getting wet and hot. With people all around and her cousin in the hot tub with us I felt her slide my bathing suit to the side, her soft feminine hands to my pussy. Trying my best not to show my excitement she slipped a finger inside me. I bit ahold of the straw in my drink to hush myself and hide my face hoping the alcohol would hide my flushed cheeks. We thought we were very slick till her cousin looked at us and said "you two need to stop". Oops busted oh well we giggled and continued to enjoy the hot tub. 

A couple hours and a lot of drinks later almost everyone had gone home and the few people who were still there were inside. Still in the hot tub I pushed my body against hers heart pounding and started to kiss her first on the lips then across her chest. I pulled the top of her halter-top from around her neck exposing her tits. I slowly ran my tongue across her nipple gently kissing it. I nervously thought that I didn't know what else to do with her tits. I ran my hand down to her pussy and felt her warmth through her bathing suit. She hoped up onto the edge of the hot tub and shifted her bathing suit exposing her shaved wet pussy. I eagerly buried my face and began to lick hoping to find the right spot. I found it quite easy to perfect my aim. I could tell in her reaction that I was doing what I was supposed to. She tasted amazing so much different than i did, I never realized that all woman tasted different. I ran my fingers along her pussy somehow shocked at how soft it was gently guiding them into her. I could feel her muscles tighten. I was surprised how fast my tongue got tired and ended up just moving my head up and down trying to keep the rhythm I had set. We heard someone coming so she slipped back into the water. 

When they went back inside it was my turn for pleasure. I sat on the edge of the hot tub and turned my head to keep look out. I remember how gently she touched me her hands so soft and feminine. She looked up at me coyly. I felt her tongue exploring my pussy it was so different. I got off almost as soon as she started and again shortly after. I was trying so hard to keep my moans of pleasure hushed. My heart was racing I was so hot like the first time all over again but it was a first my first. I heard my aunt's boyfriend loudly say something about looking for keys I'm almost certain he knew what was going on and was warning me but we never talked about it. I splashed back into the hot tub and put myself together. 

Everyone came back out unaware of what we had been doing at least mostly. My uncle has since moved and everyone talks about the fun parties at the pool house. It always gives me a smile remembering my party.



The First Time



As I told you in my previous story, 'The Second Time', Ellen and I had been married for 22 years when we decided to swing. I had wanted to do it for some time but although Ellen was mildly interested she didn't want to contemplate it while our son was living at home. Now that we were empty-nesters she was prepared to move cautiously in a search for a compatible couple.

I'm 50 and Ellen is 47. She's slim, blonde and very feminine. Her breasts are small but her nipples and aureoles are large and very sensitive, sucking and biting them while fingering her or using a dildo or vibrator brings her quickly to an orgasm. She has lovely legs and a beautiful bottom and her tight pussy is topped by triangle of blonde hair. Quiet and somewhat shy by nature, once sexually aroused she is quite the tigress and wants to go for hours. I had wanted to see her with another man for a long time and was very excited that we were now embarking on that very path. I was also aware of the number of possibilities there were with four people as opposed to two and longed to experience them.

We placed a profile on an adult web site and waited for responses. Since we were novices it was decided not to contact anyone but wait for a suitable couple to contact us. Several young males, not much older than our son, showed an interest in Ellen even though we had indicated we were only seeking married couples. She liked their firm bodies and big hard cocks and was flattered by their comments about her photo and desire to fuck her. We thought it might be an option for the future once we gained some experience and I had many horny thoughts of two, three or more young men with her at the same time really giving her a good screwing and spilling their large loads in and over her. Ellen also had a fascination for black guys and wondered if they were ready different to anyone else. She was turned on by internet pictures and videos of black guys with huge cocks and the way the women appeared to love being fucked by them. We didn't know at the time that it wouldn't be long before that desire was satisfied by Rob and his huge cock as I related in, 'The Second Time' and later with two black couples in our adventure at an adult sex club described in 'Midnight Market'. 

We received several responses from couples but none were to our liking until we heard from David and Gloria. They were older than us by ten years and were experienced swingers. They promised patience and understanding for newcomers to the lifestyle and lived a twenty minute drive away. Gloria stood a good four inches taller than David at five-eleven and was a statuesque beauty with big tits and a curvy figure. David was about five-six or so, balding and sported a small moustache. He was very well hung with a long, thick uncut dick and Ellen was quite taken by it. She has always been turned on by the thought of older men screwing her and David's cock was a definite plus to his dozen years her senior. I was of average endowment and circumcised and Ellen wanted to play with a big, uncut cock. Gloria looked great in her photo and I certainly wanted to get to know her. 

Ellen replied thanking them for their interest and expressing our interest in them. There then followed quite a few email exchanges over the next week ending with an agreement to meet at a local coffee shop on Saturday morning. David and Gloria were already sipping their drinks at a corner table when Ellen and I arrived and after smiles and handshakes we settled down with our coffees.

'I recognized you even with your clothes on,' David quipped and Ellen blushed but joined us in laughing. 

'How long have you been doing this?' I asked.

'About fifteen years, we are very selective and have half a dozen couples that we are good friends with,' Gloria replied. 

'We are very considerate and understand that this is new for you. We love to entertain at home, our backyard is very private and we have a hot tub that we enjoy, it can be very relaxing or stimulating, whatever you feel like,' David added.

The next hour flew by as we got to know David and Gloria better.

Gloria gave David a knowing look and said, 'We think you're a good match for us and believe we can have a lot of fun together. Take some time before making a decision; it's all new for you and we understand.'

David nodded in agreement and I looked at Ellen. She raised her eyebrows and smiled. 'We don't need anymore time, let's take the next step,' I said.

'Wonderful! Are you busy this evening? David inquired.

'No...nothing planned,' Ellen replied quickly.

'Right, shall we say seven o'clock? David said as he scribbled his address on the back of his business card.

'Fine, we'll see you then.

Our excitement was palpable as we drove home. Ellen rubbed my thigh and felt my erection. 'I'm very excited also, I know we've made a good decision, I like them a lot.'

I had to agree and highly erotic thoughts of Ellen with David and me with Gloria ran rampant through my mind.

It was with a mixture of excitement and nervousness that Ellen and I got ready to meet David and Gloria that Saturday night. During our emails it was discovered that our wives enjoyed dressing erotically for sex and David and I certainly liked them to. Ellen packed some things in an overnight bag to change into after we arrived. The short drive to their home was filled with tense anticipation and as I rang the doorbell, Ellen and I exchanged nervous glances.

David and Gloria welcomed us into their spacious home and led us to the family room. David produced a bottle of wine and filled four glasses. As we sat, Gloria said they had introduced newbies before and knew that we would be nervous as well as excited, as they were on their first time. They felt they had a method to make everyone more comfortable, 'Our hot tub is very private and can not be seen by our neighbours. We have a couple of robes upstairs for you. Once you are settled in the tub David and I will join you and we can get to know one another in a less exposed way. Afterward Ellen and I will get ready for you and David to join us in the bedroom,' she said.

David showed us where the tub was then four of us made our way upstairs and Gloria pointed the way to a bedroom, 'See you in the tub,' she said with a smile.

Ellen and I got undressed, put on the bathrobes and headed to the hot tub. My cock was hard as I watched Ellen climbed up the steps to the tub. I stopped her and felt between her legs. She was very wet and just as aroused as I was. We settled into the tub and waited for David and Gloria. They arrived, took of their robes and stood together near the tub. Gloria looked very good; her big tits full and firm, nice legs and ass and just a thin line of pussy hair above her large, puffy labia.

'I know you want this Ellen,' Gloria said as she took David's cock in her hand, 'I'll just get it nice and hard for you,' and she began to jerk it. She knelt and licked his knob and took him deep into her mouth while fondling his heavy balls.

Ellen stared hungrily as David's cock became fully erect and looked absolutely massive. 'There, I think that will do nicely for Ellen, go and give it to her,' Gloria said mischievously.

David approached the tub and his cock looked bigger and thicker than in his photo, he really was very well hung and I couldn't wait to see Ellen would take it. He slid into the tub and sidled up next to Ellen and Gloria climbed in and immediately straddled my lap. Her tits smothered my face and she rubbed her pussy over my erection. I nibbled her nipples and held her generous ass as she moved back and forth. I glanced past her and could see that Ellen and David were fondling and kissing. I imagined what her hands were doing to his cock under the water and wished I could see. Gloria slipped my cock into her hot twat and sighed as it sank all the way in. She doesn't waste any time I thought but I didn't mind, her wet box felt fantastic. Her pussy squeezed my dick as she moved up and down and it felt so good to be inside her. I slid down my seat until I was neck-deep in the tub. I could now thrust upwards into Gloria as she held onto the tub edge. She moaned as I rammed into her and I felt her orgasm on my cock in a hot rush.

Suddenly the wave action increased and I heard Ellen moaning, 'Oh god...umm...umm...yes...yes.' 

I adjusted my position and looked past Gloria. Ellen was obviously kneeling on a seat and David was standing behind her. 'Oohh, you're so tight, it's perfect,' he gasped as his hands helped to drive her back and forth onto his cock. His pace increased as Ellen accommodated more of his long, thick dick and she became more animated, 'Yes, oh yes...that's it...more, more...oohh yeeesss!' she moaned over and over as David slammed deep into what until now had been my pussy and mine alone. It was exciting but I couldn't wait to her pussy and David's cock stretching and punishing it. She screamed as she climaxed and David stopped thrusting and held his cock all the way inside her. 'Oh yes, I can feel it throbbing, oohh,' Ellen moaned.

Gloria turned to me and said, 'I do believe they will get along well together.' 

We clambered out of the tub and each grabbed a towel from the pile on a chaise lounge. David was still fully erect and as Ellen bent over to pick up her robe David went behind her and slid his hard prick between her legs and moved back and forth. Ellen sighed, spread her legs and bent over further. I saw her swollen labia and how open she was and moved closer with Gloria to get a better look. David rubbed his cock between her pussy lips and I could see how wet she was and wanted it inside her again.

'Give it to her David, give it to her good, fuck her hard,' I heard myself saying.

'Oh Honey, tell David to fuck me, tell him to stick his big cock in me, it makes me so horny to hear you say it,' Ellen begged.

Gloria knelt and began sucking my cock as I said, 'Fuck my wife, David, fuck the shit out of her, make her squirm and scream and cum all over your cock, screw the slut with that big dick.'

David, also excited by my verbal encouragement, held his prick and lined it up with my wife's pussy, 'Ooohhh,' she moaned as he pushed it in and began pumping into her. She was so wet and aroused that he was almost instantly all the way inside her. She had learned to take a big dick quickly and I thought she would have no difficulty taking a thirteen inch black dick. David's body slapped against her ass and his cock made squelching sounds in her pussy. The sight of his huge cock ploughing my wife, the sounds, Ellen's moans and Gloria's mouth was too much for me and I felt a tingle in my loins. Gloria knew and jerked my cock until it erupted and sent cum splashing into her mouth and over her face. She rubbed my dick over her face and licked off the semen several times. David withdrew from Emily and gave her ass a smack, 'Let's go inside,' he said and I saw how much Ellen's pussy had been forced open by David's huge erection as she lingered bent over for a few moments with her legs wide apart. We gathered our robes and went into the house.

Gloria and Ellen went upstairs and David and I sat in the family room. About a half hour later Gloria called down from the top of the stairs, 'We're reeeady.'

David and I climbed the stairs and he led into the master bedroom. Our wives were standing on either side of the king-size bed, Ellen on the far side and Gloria on the near. Ellen was all in black, stilettos, stockings a lacy thong, garter belt and push-up bra that fully exposed her hard nipples. Gloria wore just a pink waist cincher with matching stockings and heels. One hand toyed with the nipple of her right tit and the other caressed her clit and pussy. David removed his robe as he went around the bed and embraced Ellen. He mauled her ass and tits then bent her over, pulled her thong to one side and fingered her pussy. She knelt down fondling and mouthing his cock to a full and very stiff hard-on. 

'Suck that dick, oh that's good, that's a good girl, take more...oh yes, suck my balls,' David moaned as my wife first licked his engorged knob then moved all the way down the shaft to his balls. She took one then the other then both into her mouth as both hands jerked his cock. His balls filled her mouth and her cheeks bulged and David held her head. It was both lewd and very erotic; I never imagined I would see my wife in such a position but it thrilled me. 

Gloria and I kissed and fondled and my dick was rock hard in the hand. I fingered her pussy and teased her clit as she jerked me. She broke away, sat on the edge of the bed then lay back and opened her legs wide. 'Eat me,' she breathed.

I knelt between her legs, looked into her eyes then down to her pussy, 'Show me,' I said.

She smiled and spread her fleshy labia exposing her swollen clit and the pink wetness of her vagina. She was highly aroused and wide open and I flicked her clit with my tongue then probed her wet hole. I went back to her clit and pumped two fingers in and out of her cunt as she bucked slightly while squeezing her tits and nipples. By this time David had lifted Ellen onto the opposite side of the bed in the same position as Gloria and was mauling her tits while his head burrowed between her legs. He looked up in response to Ellen's moans and saw me looking his way. 'Bring Gloria here beside Ellen; it's time to give them some cock,' he said.

I helped Gloria up and we went to the other side of the bed where she lay next to Ellen. I held her legs open and David did the same with Ellen and we entered the wives. We fucked them in sync, encouraging each other saying, 'Yeah, fuck the slut...give it to her deep...fuck the horny cunt...make her squirt.'

Next we pummelled them doggy-style then I lay on my back and Ellen sat on my face, while I ate her. Gloria sucked my cock and David stood with his back against the wall above the headboard and fed Ellen his dick. I looked up and watched his huge cock disappear into my wife's mouth. He held her head and pumped into her throat causing her to gurgle and choke. Saliva dripped from his cock as he fucked her throat faster and faster. Gloria stopped sucking me and sat on cock and reached forward to maul Ellen's tits.

We all lay on the bed for a moment to catch our breath. 'I have an idea,' David said as he opened a bedside table and produced two large dildos, one white the other black. They were even bigger than David's horse-cock and he handed one to Gloria and the other to Ellen. He arranged the wives into a sixty-nine with Ellen on the bottom. David and I knelt on the bed and stroked our erections as the gals worked the dildos into each other. I watched Gloria nudge the huge black dildo just inside Ellen's pussy and it struck me just how much I wanted to see a real black cock in there. She was having trouble pushing in so she put it to one side and brought her tongue into play. It was super horny to see another woman eat my wife and it had a positive effect on Ellen. She began to whimper and pumped the dildo into Gloria with increasing ferocity. Gloria's tongue had done the job and she pushed about six inches into Ellen and began thrusting as vigorously as Ellen was. It was a really horny site and when David positioned himself between Ellen's legs and lifted them I took the cue and got behind Gloria. The dildos were put to one side and as David entered Ellen, I mounted Gloria. As I fucked Gloria, Ellen licked my cock and balls and Gloria's pussy sending erotic thrills through me. David slammed into my wife and Gloria did her best to lick his dick and stimulate Ellen's clit. David moved forward and really began to give it to Ellen. She cried with pleasure each time his big cock rammed all the way into her. He went faster and faster then gasped, 'Here it comes...here it comes.' Ellen screamed as his semen filled her and shuddered through and orgasm herself. It was so horny that I shot my load into Gloria. I pulled out and semen dribbled from Gloria's well-used pussy onto Ellen's face. She licked what she could reach then sucked my cock clean. Gloria cleaned David then began to eat Ellen. I held Ellen's head and moved it onto Gloria's pussy. After several minutes both ladies shook through powerful orgasms.

And so ended our first swinging experience. To say it was a success would be an understatement, it was the horniest, most erotic time Ellen and I had ever had and was but the first of many horny experiences with our friends, David and Gloria.



The First Time



A True Story

It was a warm and sunny fall afternoon. The leaves on the trees had just begun to show the iridescent colors of fall. She loved to drive her red convertible sports car on these windy roads with the warmth of the sun on her face. The feel of the wind rushing through her hair always gave her the sense that she was flying low to the ground. With summer quickly drawing to an end, it seemed like a shame to be on her way to spend the day indoors.

Sara had always been a free spirit. She knew that her hot temper and stubbornness often created conflict, a fact that her ex-husband had pointed out more and more frequently before the split. She could not be broken. Once Sara made up her mind, no one was going to get her to change. 

The four years since the divorce was finalized had gone by with the blink of an eye. She had become tired of the same old routine from the men that she had been dating on and off for the past four years. They really weren't too different from her ex- when she thought of what made them seem so ordinary. At the urging of her girlfriends, she finally placed an ad with an Internet dating service. She was surprised at the varied responses that she received. The one-liners met their fate with the push of the delete key. After much consideration, she had carefully selected a man whose response appealed to her gut feelings and intrigued her the most.

A nervous tightness could be felt in her stomach as she though of what she had committed to for the day. She didn't know much about Jack. He had always been a little coy about telling her too much about himself. She knew that he was a partner in his business. Sara had even been to his office once. He had asked her to stop by one day at lunch for an impromptu date. The building was public enough so she followed her gut to meet this intriguing man. She was impressed with the lovely office and how friendly everyone was at the firm. She wasn't sure what his business did exactly other than he was somehow involved with consulting in the field of construction. He traveled frequently, sometimes on short notice. He seemed to be very successful based on the way he lived. He was always nicely dressed and always treated her very well. 

This would be their fourth time together. The first three times were just casual dates. The first meeting was over coffee, then a lunch and finally a formal affair, dining out with his professional associates. Even though their relationship had started as two single people searching for the proverbial soul mate it had evolved into the topic of exploring their sexual fantasies and taboos. He was very methodical in his approach to getting physical. One of the things that she liked about him from the start was his obvious interest in getting to know her. She always felt like he was listening to her every word and that he genuinely cared what she wanted. Their conversations made time fly. She was always surprised at the passing of so much time whenever they had the chance to really connect on such a personal and meaningful level. He always left her wanting for more when he left her off at her door with just a pleasant kiss, no more. 

He had a way about him. He was always able to get her to tell him more of her deepest thoughts and secrets than she ever thought possible. His gentle manner and broad smile seemed to coax anything from her lips as they talked for hours about their secret sexual desires. He knew just how to elicit the emotional response from her that he sought. She remembered how self-conscious she always felt in public when their conversation left her so wet that she was sure that everyone could see her blushing or the occasional moisture on her clothing. He was driving her insane. She wanted to take their relationship to a more physical level but he just seemed to be teasing her. He left her so horny that she had to resort to her play things when she got home.

He seemed to be interested mostly by D/s relationships and frequently turned the discussion toward bondage, discipline and respect. He seemed to know a lot about the subject and taught her many things she had never heard before. She had to admit that she had fantasized about being restrained and letting him have his way with her, 

Tonight would be different from their previous encounters. It sounded like he was ready to take their relationship to the next level too. An irresistible message had been on her answering machine when she came home one evening about a week ago. His invitation was short and to the point. He instructed her how she was to dress and what she was to bring. He had given her a safeword in case she had second thoughts once the adventure began. Sara said the word "orange" aloud to experience what it would feel like to say it, She repeated it a few times, hoping that she would remember it if the time came. His voice sounded a little different in the message - Cold and business-like. He also gave her a short list of items to bring. It took Fed Ex to get everything to her house from the on-line toy shop in time but she was able to find everything that he specified. She glanced at the bag from Macy's on the seat beside her. It looked much more innocent than the graphics on the boxes inside. She hoped that everything would pass muster. His instructions were a bit vague; a vibrator, a small flogger, a pair of nipple clamps and a pair of handcuffs was as specific as the message got. She hoped that the fur-lined cuffs would be okay. The steel kind looked like they would quickly bother her wrists.

A black Lincoln Navigator suddenly pulled in front of her car from a side road, interrupting her leisurely drive and shattering her daydream. She honked the horn but the beep from her car horn just didn't do justice for the irritation that she felt. 

"Stupid SOB," she muttered to herself, knowing that the driver wouldn't be able to hear her voice over the roar of the loud sound of the engine and wind inside the closed cabin. 

She took a deep breath and shook her head. Another idiot in something too big to handle, she thought to herself. Sara refused to succumb to the trendiness of large SUV's in favor of her shiny red car. She would rather take the bus to work during the winter months than to own such a behemoth. She knew what she liked and worked hard to achieve it all on her own. She was proud of her independence and the status that she had achieved, not only in her office but among her circle of friends as well. 

Perhaps that was why this evening would be so different for her. The idea of submission to this man enchanted her. She wondered whether she could really go through it, or for how long. No one had ever as much as tied her hands together before. She liked the way he had described in writing what he would do to her, but she still wasn't sure how she would really react. The idea of restraints sent shivers up her spine, even now. Talking of pleasure and pain as opposed to actually experiencing it might be very different. Still, she had to try at least this once. He had even offered to let her bring a friend if she'd like so that person could make sure that everything was safe. The only problem was she'd have to confide in a friend about her secret passion for bondage. She had no choice but to decline that offer. 

Sara re-checked the address on the slip of paper in her purse. She knew that his home was hidden from the road by the thick undergrowth of the woods but there was supposed to be a stone gate along this road someplace. She looked up from the paper just in time to see the double stone pillars disappear in her mirrors. She quickly pulled to the shoulder, letting another car pass before she turned around to check the numbers on the mailbox. This is it she thought as she took another deep breath. Her stomach felt tight once again as her car slowly negotiated the curves among the oak-lined driveway. The house stood among the trees, only visible from one corner. She parked in front of the closed garage doors. Lifting the Macy's bag from the seat, she stood beside the car, straightened her outfit and walked to the front door in as confident a manner as she was able. She pressed the doorbell and waited in anticipation. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as the front door swung open. She had no idea what character he would be playing for this encounter. 

The door opened with a whoosh. He was dressed on the typical business casual attire that he often seemed to wear. He was smiling. She felt a bit of relief. Her mind had created the image of someone more sinister as she had gone over the possibilities in her head. He invited her in and took the bag from her hand without looking or asking. In her nervousness, her hands felt out of place. She tried several different postures before simply letting her arms hang at her sides.

"You look very nice this afternoon," he complimented her. "Did you have any trouble finding the place?"

"No... No SIR," she replied, waiting for him to issue an order or something.

She felt uncomfortable making small talk after struggling to collect the courage to come inside. She could feel his stare, as he looked her over admiringly. 

"Would you care for something drink?" he asked casually. "A Coke, iced tea or perhaps a beer or cocktail?"

"Uh, sure, a diet Coke would be good," she answered, wondering how long he would continue this innocent chitchat.

He disappeared around the corner.

"Come on into the living room and make yourself comfortable," he shouted from the kitchen as the clank of glasses could be heard.

She entered the room and was immediately taken by the beautiful garden in the woods outside the huge picture windows. She was so taken by the interesting and beautiful scenery that she hadn't noticed him returning into the room until his hand touched her elbow from behind. Still a bit tense, the touch of his hand startled her. 

"Here you go, Sara. Like the view?" 

He was standing directly behind her. She could feel his chest against her back. Smiling, she nodded and took the glass of iced coke. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he gave her a gentle hug. The coke glass was gently removed from her hand after she had just taken a few sips. 

"Let me hold that, dear," He whispered in her ear as she stood motionless, still held by his left arm. 

He placed the glass on the windowsill. The sun was already sinking in the western sky. It illuminated the ice cubes and made them shimmer in the dark pool of fizzing cola. With motions so smooth that she barely felt it happening, be swiveled her right hand behind her back and slipped the handcuff around her wrist. Her left hand was already being clasped before she felt the restraint of having her arms held together behind her back. His hands swept over her breasts as he softly caressed her as he held her tight. She could feel her nipples growing hard and erect as his fingers encircled them both through her blouse and bra. He stroked her breasts making her quiver in delight as his warm breath cascaded across the back of her neck. He reached over to the window to lift her glass to her lips.

"Have another drink, love. It could be a long dry spell.

Sara carefully placed her lips on the glass as Jack gradually tilted it. The cold liquid felt good in her mouth, but he was forcing her to drink the bubbly fluid too quickly. A stream of Coke dribbled down her chin and cascaded onto her neck and chest. He continued for a bit, almost as though he planned on making her spill. She shivered at the icy wetness on her blouse and bra. Jack slipped his fingers into the opening in her blouse and slowly popped the buttons, starting at the top. Moving downward, he skillfully opened button after button until her blouse was completely opened. Tugging forcefully on the garment, he lifted the tail from her skirt. Sara heard herself call out as Jack lifted her blouse over her shoulders and pulled it down her arms. The silky fabric was tight and forced her elbows closer together. She could feel her chest press out in response.

Once again, he picked up the glass. The ice cubes clattered as he fished in the glass for some ice. Her eyes opened wide as she watched him bring the ice to her trembling breasts. Slipping her bra straps over her shoulders he slowly revealed her breasts. He took an ice cube and started to circle her right nipple. The coldness made her cry out in surprise. He iced then fondled them both as he swirled the wet ice over the newly formed goosebumps. Glancing down, she could see her nipples clearly erect. The coldness made her nipples ache with desire. Sighing, she watched with fascination as he stroked and fondled her breasts, tugging on her aroused nipples. 

A moan escaped from her mouth. Her knees became weak. With a gentle stroke of his hands, each of the delicate straps was slipped completely from her shoulders, falling loosely at her elbows. Her bra was nearly covering her navel when his mouth covered her right breast. He held her arms firmly in one hand as he continued to seduce her with the other. She trembled, moaned softly and quivered with each excursion of his hand. She shivered as the palms of his hands swept softly over her exposed flesh. The tingling sensation traveled from her bosom to her toes. She could feel her breathing deepen. 

His hand pressed firmly against her forehead. Sara felt overwhelmed with the emotions and sensations of his touch. She readily submitted to the pressure of his hand against her head and tilted her head back. Her gaze fixed on the transom windows near the ceiling. She noticed how the branches of the trees were silhouetted against the orange sky. She barely noticed the soft leather collar being strapped around her neck until he pulled it together in back and pulled the straps tight in the clasps. 

"This posture collar will hold your head up," he whispered as he finished tightening the device around her neck. 

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The front of the wide band was higher than the back. She could feel the stiff leather under her chin, pressing up against her jawbone, keeping her head held high. With her head restrained by the collar, her view was limited to straight-ahead. She could not look down to her chest. The confinement heightened her arousal. Her panties felt wet as she shifted her feet to steady herself. His presence was felt behind her before she felt his arms enveloping her body. With a sensuous tenderness, he cupped her breasts, stroking her hardened nipples with the palms of his hands. Another shiver echoed through her body. She could feel his arms tighten to hold her up as her knees began to weaken even more. 

Without warning, a sharp pain in her right nipple caught her off guard. A gasp could be heard over his soft-spoken assurances as the tension in the clamp was released onto the unsuspecting Sara. He traced his fingernails lightly around her orb to lessen the pain. Strangely, the tickling acted to enhance the strange sensation on her tightly squeezed nipple. The burning almost felt pleasurable as he skillfully circled her areola. She could feel tension on the end of the silver chain that connected the two clamps. It was not unexpected when he attached the other end to her left side. He played with her breasts, tugging lightly on the chain as he fondled her heaving breasts. 

When she once again felt weak in the knees, his arms lowered her body until she was kneeling on the floor in front of him. His hands held her arms near the shoulders as she struggled to maintain her balance without the benefit of her hands to stabilize herself. Once he was satisfied that she would not fall, his hands left her arms and he moved from behind her. She gazed up at his face as he positioned himself directly in front. She watched as a smile swept across his face. The sound of a zipper brought her eyes down just as he was lowering his pants. She could see his erection standing upright near her face. 

"Take it all, love," he instructed as he pressed the tip of his cock to her lips. She opened her mouth slowly as he thrust his throbbing member past her trembling lips. She nearly gagged as he pressed it all the way back to her throat. He rocked back and forth as he moaned at his pleasure. 

"Use your tongue," he directed as he placed his hands around her head. 

The soft sounds of her moist mouth sucking on his member became louder as she obeyed his request. She could feel the pulsing veins on the base of his cock as it passed over her lips. Her own excitement level was building as well. She longed to feel his cock between her legs but she continued as directed. She could feel his penis become harder and bigger as she worked her magic on his manhood. Even still, she was caught off guard when her throat was suddenly coated with the intense blast of his ejaculation. 

He watched her reaction with fascination. He could see her struggling to hold it in and not gag.

"Swallow it Sara," he told her as he watched her contorted face. "If you spit it out and waste it, I'll have to punish you."

She glanced up at his face. She could see that he was serious. It seemed easy enough to swallow but she just couldn't get her throat to cooperate. Moving the thick fluid around in her mouth only made it more difficult. She tried to swallow but her gag reflex forced her to choke and dribble his cum down her chin. He stepped back top give her more space to recover from choking. With her hands behind her back, she was unable to catch the string that was now hanging from her chin. She could feel the stickiness on her chest and belly as she could only watch helplessly. She felt his hands on her shoulders as he pulled, straightening her torso. Using one hand to stabilize her he rubbed his cum over her breasts.

"I think it's time to go downstairs," he announced as he helped her to her feet. She walked ahead of him as he guided her through the living room and around the corner to the basement stairs.

Unsure of where to go, Sara moved slowly forward. Jack placed his hand upon her shoulders, guiding her toward the staircase. Movement of her entire body was necessary to glance to the side as she could barely move her head. She was startled to suddenly feel his hands take hold of her slender waist and lift her effortlessly into the air. Her belly was drawn tight against his head as she came to rest on his shoulder. The motion placed a strain on her tight skin that tugged on the clamps about her nipples. The throbbing increased whenever he took a step. A soft gasp could be heard as he spun around to carry her through the stairway door. Her gaze became fixed on the floor behind them as they descended the stairs together. Her imagination wandered, sometimes into dreadful places as she imagined what lay ahead. Her pulse quickened with excitement.

A dim light in the basement eventually illuminated the stairs. The light grew brighter as they rounded a corner, just beyond the bottom step. She could see rugs on the concrete floor as he walked. Her nipples quivered with each step from the rocking motion. Unable to lift her head, it was very difficult to make out much detail as they moved deeper into a rather large, unfinished area. Sara could feel her arms straining against the cuffs that held her wrists together. Her shoulders began to ache. It was impossible to find a comfortable position for her arms. 

ered in the middle of the room was a low bench, made of construction lumber that resembled a coffee table. Sara could see odd-shaped semi-circular recesses on the ends of the table. There were two bolts protruding about four inches from each. She imagined that they must be part of some sort of restraint. 

Jack stood quietly behind her back. Sara waited uncomfortably for his next move. He slowly wrapped his arms around her from behind. She flinched when she felt his callused fingers on her breasts. Cupping her breasts in his hands, he stroked them, teasing her with his softest touch. He slowly brought his right hand down across her belly. His touch tickled. She waited breathlessly as his fingers traced through her fluff. A light pinch of her clit elicited a soft moan from her lips. He fondled her on both sides of her clit making long strokes with his fingers. She was surprised when he suddenly unlocked the handcuffs, allowing her arms to drop to her sides. His hands immediately clasped her wrists with authority when she attempted to lift her arms to work out the kinks. 




The First Time



"Keep them here!" he instructed, placing her hands on her hips. "I want you to strip and remove your panties before we have you get down on all fours," he suggested sternly. "Remove everything now."

Sara's hands trembled with nervous anticipation as she slipped her fingers into the waistband of her skirt. Her head strained against the confining collar as she pressed the soft fabric down to her knees. She pulled her panties down next so she would only have to bend down once to pull everything over her feet. The coolness of the basement air on her exposed privates made her shiver. She felt his hand touch hers as he slipped the silky bundle past her knees, down to her feet. He knelt beside her as he eased her panties over her feet, one at a time. 

"Kneel here for me," he gestured to the top of the bench. Lifting her left knee, she slowly crawled onto the platform, resting on both knees.

"Down on all fours, your knees and elbows please," he said calmly and softly into her ear as his arms wrapped around her torso and guided her to the intended position. 

Her nipples throbbed under the pressure of the clamps, especially now that she was in the prone position. She wiggled, finding the motion soothing on her aching breasts. He may have noticed her movement as he loosened the right clamp a bit then suddenly tugged it from her nipple. The stinging surge of blood flow made her wince. He rubbed her right areola as he tugged the clamp from her left side without opening it first. He knelt beside her again as he paused to pleasure her stinging breasts. With ever-increasing circles, he caressed her breasts. She moaned with pleasure as her nipples hardened again. The tightness in the bruised areas made them sting in an entirely new way.

Unable to lift her head, her gaze was fixed on her forearms. She watched as he took her right hand and laid it between the two bolts that bordered one wooden trough in the right-hand corner of the table. She carried her weight of her upper body on her elbows. He produced a matching wooden block with the other half circle cut from it and assembled it over her wrist and the protruding bolts. Once it was in place he spun some wing nuts down the bolts to secure her wrist. As she now expected, he pulled her left arm to the other corner and locked it in place. There was no give in the wooden blocks. She could barely rotate her forearms within the openings. The edges were sharp and unforgiving, discouraging any movement.

He ran his hands over her bare back and bottom as he moved down beside her feet. Sara could feel his hands spread and lift her legs as he placed her ankles into similar restraints at the other end of the table. She found the forceful handling of her body very erotic. Her feet overhung the end of the table. She found that she could scarcely move as he ran his hands over her shivering body. He loved to tease her as he stimulated her to frenzy. He traced his finger gently down her spine, ending with her anus. He ran his finger in circles around her tight opening. 

"We'll have to explore this some other time," he remarked.

Her wrists and ankles pulled against the restraints as her muscles tightened from his sensuous touch. He abruptly stopped and walked away, leaving her wanting more.

She waited for what was to come next. He was beyond her limited field of vision. She could hear him moving about the basement shop. Following the sound of his footsteps, she caught sight of him as he came around the corner, walking toward her face.

"No!" she screamed as she saw the device in his hands. A shudder shot up her back. "Not that!" she cried to no avail as he slipped the harness under her chin. 

"Say your safe word now or you'll be committed for the duration. Open your mouth wide," he ordered, looking her straight in the eyes. 

She was frightened, yet excited and aroused. Part of her wanted to leave immediately. Her adventurous spirit prevented her from ending the session so abruptly. She shook her head no and opened her mouth. He pressed the soft rubber ball against her lips and teeth as he pulled on the leather strap. Pinching her nose between his fingers, he forced her mouth open just enough to squeeze the ball between her teeth. She could feel her tongue being pressed against the bottom of her mouth as he secured the harness around the back of her head. Another leather strap descended from above her forehead and straddled her nose. Her jaw ached from the pressure inside her mouth. The bright red rubber ball tasted like brand new sneakers smelled. She winced as she struggled to adjust to the tightness that she felt about her face and head. Her jaw already ached.

He continued to move about, searching for something else. Suddenly, she could feel his touch on her bottom. His fingers were probing between her legs, tugging on her swollen lips. She began to feel more aroused as he explored her clit and labia. She could feel the moisture beginning to build as he spread her lips before inserting his finger deep inside. He placed his other hand on the small of her back as he inserted a second finger deeper than the first. They were withdrawn just as was nearing climax.

He slapped her bottom playfully as he rose again to his feet. She strained her neck in a futile attempt to see what he was doing. The sound of a drawer opening and closing was her only clue as to what was about to happen. Unsure of how to react, her body tightened when she felt his hands on her sides. The soft touch of his fingertips tickled as he swept them across her back and sides. It seemed as though he were searching for something. His touch slowly descended down her backside until he was stroking her legs. Her leg muscles tightened. Something was being wrapped tightly around her right calf, just above the ankle. It felt too hard and narrow to be a strap or tape. She waited for an explanation, but he remained silent. The sound of tape being pulled from the roll broke the silence. She felt the sticky adhesive as he encased her leg where the wire had been wrapped.

"That is the ground wire, Sara."

His touch returned to her torso. He gently stroked her body, raising goose bumps all over her skin. The e coolness of the basement air made intensified the sensation. Despite the cool air, he was making her hot inside. 

"We going to explore and examine you to determine where your most sensitive and erogenous areas lie," he explained. "I'm going to apply a light electric current to different areas of your body with a probe and feel the involuntary response in your vaginal area with my fingers". 

His hand swept across her fluff as he manipulated her swollen lips. The wetness was apparent as his fingers entered with ease. Trembling, she steadied herself as he probed in her wet cunt. His touch made her shiver with excitement as he slid his fingers deeper, pressing against the G-spot. He lingered there, stroking his middle finger back and forth over the sensitive area.

An intense sensation was suddenly apparent on her leg. She felt pressure and a sharp tingle when he pressed something cold and metallic against her thigh. The muscles in her midsection tightened immediately. Spasms erupted throughout her entire body as he applied the electrical current. She held her breath until he lifted the electrode at the end of a plastic wand. Almost immediately, he pressed again in a spot a little closer to her slit. This time she could feel his knuckles inside her swollen cunt as her pelvic muscles squeezed his fingers. It felt as though every muscle in her body was attentive to his touch. He played her body like a fine musical instrument as he continued to hunt for just the right spot. 

He circled around her groin, frequently returning to the places that had evoked the most response. The tip of a pen or marker could be felt drawing circles as he marked the prime spots. Beads of perspiration formed over her skin from the involuntary muscle spasms. Sara was rapidly feeling drained. She could feel the beads of sweat running down her face along the leather straps. Her limbs ached from the workout. It felt as though she had been doing hard physical labor after just a few minutes. She braced for each wave as he leaned over her back. Then the stimulation stopped suddenly. Her heart was racing. Her nostrils, now flared wide open were barely able to keep up with her heavy breathing.

"Still okay? He inquired. She nodded as best she could within the confines of the collar. "Good girl," he encouraged her as he rose to his feet. He withdrew his hand from her wet pussy. 

Taking deep breaths, she rested, waiting for the torment to resume. She could feel the moisture trickling down her thighs. When her breathing returned to normal, Sara noticed that everything was quiet. She realized that his presence was no longer evident nearby. She waited. The cool air now felt cold against her wet skin. She shivered. She noticed that her hands were red from pulling against the wooden restraints. 

The silence was shattered by the slap of his hand on her sweaty bottom. Her reflexes made her pull against the restraints as he surprised her. She felt a bit weary of his playfulness. Perhaps the last session had taken more out of her than she at first realized.

He rubbed a towel over her backside, drying her skin from the beads of perspiration. The thick towel felt nice on her skin. His caring manner sometimes seemed contrary to his domination of her. 

She could tell that he was preparing something by the sounds of wrappers and peeling tape. A sticky button was placed on her inner thigh, a location that she remembered as a circled spot. He applied a half-dozen more at the other spots that he had marked. Thicker pieces of tape were laid around her leg to hold some wires that were draped across her back and buttocks. 

"We're going to make you experience female ejaculation," he explained. I'm going to touch you with my fingers as this machine stimulates you electrically. Don't be surprised if you pass out from exhaustion. Are you ready, Luv?"

Sara was taken aback by his bold statement. She wasn't sure how to respond. He seemed to take her lack of response as a "yes." She felt a wonderfully strange surge of arousal in her midsection. Her body quivered with more intensity than before as the stimulation moved around like strobe lights at a rock concert. Her hips swayed as different muscles were forced to contract under the influence of the machine. His hands held her stable as she twitched and jiggled. He held her breast with one hand as his other stroked her pussy. She felt his fingers spreading her clit as he stroked her wet cunt. Wave upon wave of orgasmic pleasure spread through her entire body. Sara could feel the heat flushing through her body like the effect that happened to her face when she was embarrassed. 

She felt a twinge in her groin, different from any sensation she had ever felt before. It was a pleasant feeling and it seemed as though she was about to wet herself. She couldn't tell what exactly was happening. Every muscle in her body was as tight as could be. She felt faint. Just as she was losing control and thought she would pass out it came. An involuntary sequence of muscle spasms. She could feel it was coming now and she couldn't stop it. It sprayed with such force from her opening. Everything was wet including her own thighs. Had she ejaculated? She fell limp with the most pleasurable exhaustion she had ever experienced. Sara fell on the table n a heap, a smile on her face.



The First Time



Her name was Cindy Lewis. She said she grew up on a farm, which initially inspired her to study to become a veterinarian but found writing to be more of her speed so she was now studying journalism. Carlton and Cindy had shared a co-ed dorm but like most women, Cindy never noticed him. That was, until one day, Carlton had accidentally forgotten to lock the bathroom door while he masturbated and Cindy had walked in on him.

"Oh, God! I'm so sorry," she said and quickly closed the door but not before Carlton had caught her reddening cheeks.

It was then Carlton first felt it. He wasn't quite sure what it was but he knew he liked it. He didn't know how it became possible for him to become harder but he did. No sooner had Cindy shut the door than had Carlton come into his hand. Carlton sat there, one hand on his shaft, the other coated with his milky white mess, contemplating whether to act on his sudden curious urges.

To taste or not to taste?

He was interrupted with a quick knock but before he had a chance to answer, the door was opened.

"I'm sorry to bother you again but all the other bathrooms are full and I really need to go." 

It was about ten in the evening so all the other bathrooms were probably full with students showering or entertaining themselves like Carlton was (except they had the good sense to look the door).

Dumbfounded, Carlton just stared at her as he tried to mentally squelch the urge of coming right then and there. It was bad enough that she walked in on him doing something private. And it was already confusing that he wasn't embarrassed or ashamed. He was taught better and knew his behaviour was inappropriate for polite company and women but try as he might, he couldn't help imagining shoving his member repeatedly into Cindy.

"Please," she whined, her dark brown eyes slightly tearing from desperation.

Carlton got up off the toilet, one hand still on his dick, the other still milky white and his blue plaid boxers to his ankles. He turned around to give Cindy her privacy while she squatted and pissed. Shortly after, he heard the rip of the toilet paper and a flush signifying that Cindy was done. He turned around and began reaching for the toilet paper to wipe his hands clean but before he could, Cindy grabbed his soiled hand and gazed into his eyes. Perplexed, Carlton did nothing. He stood then for a few seconds before breaking eye contact and glancing down, noticing that Cindy was naked from the waist down. He glanced back at Cindy as she pulled his arm down and towards her.

It was smooth and supple, a bit sticky as well, adding to the stickiness that was already on his hand. Carlton looked down to where his hand was and back up to Cindy's eyes. He didn't need any further tutorial. The message was clear. Carlton allowed his fingers to explore their newfound terrain as he closed the distance between him and Cindy. She was now unbuttoning her blue silky pajama top, exposing her porcelain C-cup breasts.

Carlton plopped on the toilet, his one hand still titillating Cindy's clitoris, his other now occupied with pinching Cindy's breast. Pleasure and pain. Cindy moaned.

"Look at me," Carlton said sternly. Cindy looked up. "Suck!"

Cindy cupped Carlton swollen member with both her hands and guided it into her mouth. She slid it as far back as possible down her throat and began sucking. Carlton began breathing heavily. Granted that he was single all his life, was a masturbating veteran but he had never experience pleasure like this before. Never imagine that he could. He finally understood the jocks from his high school. Why they kept multiple girlfriends. He continued massaging Cindy's pussy with his pinky and thumb finger, the other three were already up her cunt. In and out, in and out his fingers went while Cindy's tongue lapped all around his shaft. The faster he went, the harder she sucked, their moans of pleasure echoing in bathroom. He was pretty sure the entire floor could hear them but neither of them gave a fuck. 

Carlton gave a particularly hard pinch to Cindy's left nipple, hoping that she would scream and release him. He was now ready to come and didn't want to do it in her mouth –he had still held some respect for her– but all he had succeeding in doing was making her moan louder so he just came. No sooner had Carlton come than had he felt Cindy's pussy tremor. Carlton released a relived sigh. They both had orgasms together. Carlton felt his dick go flaccid.

Cindy looked up to Carlton. The sides of her mouth were dripping with his come but she had swallowed everything else. His dick was still in her mouth. With one of his basal urges gratified, Carlton suddenly felt the urge to pee.

"Uh, Cindy," he said weakly, "I need to pee."

Cindy nodded but that was all. She made no motion to ease off his dick and looked up at him meaningfully.

Message received.

Carlton pissed into Cindy's mouth. His fluid felt hot around his member as it pooled in her mouth before she swallowed it. Piss flooded into her mouth, it felt as if a dam burst inside of him and Cindy just drank it all down. This made Carlton go hard again. This time, he said nothing and didn't look at Cindy. He now knew what to expect but was surprised when she did nothing. She slid off his dick and gathered her clothes before existing the bathroom. Carlton sat there a little hurt, feeling tempted to call her back and force her to suck him but instead he just stood up and pulled up his boxer. Cindy came back looking a little bit agitated.

"Well, don't you want to see my toys?" She said teasingly and walked away.

Carlton followed suit.

That night was the first of many similarly spectacular nights with Cindy. She had given just the ego boost and validation he had needed. Carlton was so happy with her. She pleased her so much and he always returned the favour but four months into their relationship, it all came to an end.



The First Time



Sara was dating Eric's roommate when they met their freshman year of college. In fact, she had been dating him for a few years before that. Freshman year Eric and Sara didn't get along so well. Sara could carry drama with her. Eric had his own women issues, and wasn't as tolerant as he should be. As a result, Sara spent more time in the room than Eric.

All of this changed in their sophomore year though. Eric changed roommates. He was now living with a friend of Sara's, Steve, who wanted to be more than friends. She was no longer dating his old roommate, Scott, but had moved across campus to the same dorm as Eric.

This arrangement created a new set of interactions between Eric and Sara. Sara would regularly pop in to say hi or chat with Eric's new roommate. Eric was a little more relaxed around her, his women issues had run their course for the most part. Sara was depressed over her breakup with Eric's old roommate, or rather she was depressed that he was with someone new. Not that Sara wanted him, but she didn't want him with someone else either.

All of this lead to Sara getting drunk several nights a week during the first month of the school year. Which then often resulted in Sara stopping by Eric's room to cry on someone's shoulder. A couple of weeks into the school year, on one particularly bad night Sara stopped in. Instead of the usual stay and talk though, she wanted Eric to go for a walk.

They walked around campus in the dark. They talked about Scott and his new girlfriend and how she was a "bitch". They talked about how was she going to make it through the semester with the struggles she was already having. They stopped so she could pee behind a bush. And they stopped at the Campanile while another couple was kissing under it at twelve bells.

Sara hinted that she wanted to be kissed too. Eric played it off to her being drunk, and wanting to get back at Scott. After this he walked her back to her room and returned to his own.

What Eric found in his own room wasn't any better. His roommate was sitting there in the dark, drinking and listening to Pink Floyd The Wall at a sufficiently loud level. Eric asked what was up, but he could guess. Steve wasn't happy that Sara was crying on Eric's shoulder instead of his own.

For the next week and half things were pretty normal. Sara stopped by a couple of times. She gave most of her attention to Steve when she did. Steve seemed happy with the arrangement. Eric was trying to determine if maybe Sara was upset him. She wasn't and their relationship would change forever on Friday night of that next week.

Eric had gone to the lab to work on an project for one of his engineering classes. He returned to his room about 9pm. He turned on the stereo, relaxed and thought about the success he had had with the project that night. About 45 minutes later there was a knock at the door. He opened the door and in walked Sara. Walk wasn't the correct description though. It was more like she bounced in. When she entered a room, and was in a good mode, you knew it. She had been drinking as was typical, but she left the party across campus looking for Eric. She was happy she found him in his room.

Sara had long, curly, sandy colored hair. It was the late 80's and she could make it big if she wanted to. She wasn't over weight, but she was full figured. That figure looked even better with her above average height. She was dressed to party. The loose black skirt that she wore came down above her knees. The green sweater she wore wasn't exactly tight, but it did show off her breasts.

Sara chatted up Eric, teased him about spending his Friday night in the lab, and then sitting alone in his room. Eric didn't care, he was feeling good about the project, in a light mood and bantered back and forth with her. It didn't take long and that banter turned to flirting. 

"You wanted to kiss last week, I guess now you have another chance," Eric told Sara.

Sara looked at him for second with a suddenly exhausted look on her face. She stood up from the couch and walked over to the door.

"I don't believe I am doing this," Sara said as she reached the door. She reached over and flipped off the light switch, and walked back to couch.

Eric was in disbelief himself. It was darker in the room, but he could still see her with the light from the courtyard coming into the room.

Sara sat down on the couch next to Eric. Both of them were ready and didn't have to wait for the other to make a move. They leaned into each other and their lips met. This moment had been building between them for a while and with that kiss it released everything both had been holding back. 

Eric's hand was in Sara's hair and her tongue was in his mouth. She leaned back against the arm of the couch and he was partially on top of her. His hand quickly found her large breasts and he groped them through her sweater. Not completely satisfied with that, his hand slid underneath her sweater and found her breast again. Sara was more than happy to allow him the pleasure. 

Eric had never done more than make out with a girl before, and maybe cop a feel through a shirt and bra. This was very different. He could feel Sara's bare breast poking out above her bra, and he was confident he would feel the rest. He reached around her back for the clasp to her bra. He fumble with the strap, but couldn't seem to undue it.

"Hang on," Sara said as she pushed Eric off of her and sat up. "It's in the front," lifting her sweater exposing her bra.

Eric's mouth gaped. He stared straight at her breasts, and his mind was void of any other thoughts.

"I can't believe I am doing this," Sara said for the second time that night and with a tone that seemed to really express her disbelief in Eric's sexual experience. With that she unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the sides, her breasts fully exposed.

No time was wasted. Eric was back on her again, his mouth on hers and his hands on her breasts. He found a nipple and toyed with it until it was hard. His mouth slipped from hers, found the erect nipple and sucked it.

Eric couldn't believe his good fortune, what else would she allow. He moved his had from Sara's breast and slid it between her bare thighs. They parted allowing him accesses up to her panties. She raised her hips at the touch of Eric's fingers against her cotton panties. The excitement of feeling her wetness and her response caused Eric to be a little too rough with the nipple. She took his head in her hands and pulled his face back to hers, finding his mouth once again.

Eric's hand slipped over Sara's thigh and under her panties. He was surprised by the feel of her pubic hair. It was long dense, and rough. He wondered if this was how all girls felt. His hand grazed over her mound a few times before exploring her slit. When he did, she was completely soaked. One finger slid in effortlessly. Soon a second finger followed and entered her almost as easily.

Eric's night of firsts was not going to end here though. He felt a hand slide inside the front of his jeans. It didn't stop there though, it slid alongside his growing erection and found his balls. Sara was squeezing his balls, he couldn't believe this was happening.

The mutual fondling of each others most sensitive areas continued for a couple of minutes more before each withdrew. Eric was now firmly between Sara's legs. Her hips would rise up periodically, as if dry humping him, trying to achieve something Eric probably didn't know how to give her.

Unsure of what to do next, and a little self-conscious too, Eric picked something in between. He undid the button fly of his jeans and pushed them down, but left his boxers in place. 

"Don't worry, we aren't going to make love," Eric said as he repositioned himself on top of Sara. This time with his jeans around his knees.

"We're not!?" Sara said with obvious surprise and disappointment.

They laid there for a while longer, kissing and holding each other, but it was obvious the moment was gone. They got up from the couch, the lights went back one, clothes were put back in place, Sara combed the mess from her hair. They laughed both with satisfaction and surprise at what they had just done. The thought of heading back to the party and talking with their friends made what they had done that more exciting. It was their secret.

But it wouldn't stay that way for long. The next day Carly, a close friend, and Chelle, Sara's roommate, were sharing stories of their conquests from Friday night. Finally, Sara couldn't hold back anymore she had to share what happened. Carly and Chelle weren't put off by her escapade, but were shocked that she would choose to have it with a friend.

A few days later Sara stopped by Eric's when Steve was at class. They sat on the couch and talked. Sara curled up against Eric almost as if they were dating. She told him of telling her friend Carly and roommate Chelle what had happened. Eric didn't mind, but didn't want it getting back to his current roommate, or his old roommate whom Sara had dated the previous year. 

They talked about what did and didn't happen. They were both still surprised by what had happened. Then Sara thanked Eric for stopping it and not letting it go further. While she liked him and was glad something happened between them, she knew that anything more would have only complicated their relationship which was already awkward at times. The drinking had left her in poor judgment that night, and she was happy he had not taken advantage of that. She asked him if he was still a virgin, even though she strongly suspected it. It was hard for him to admit to her, but he acknowledged that he was indeed. She thanked him for being so open.

In another week, everything was pretty much forgotten. Interactions between Sara and Eric were more or less normal. When she stopped by, most of her attention was given to Steve. Eric went back to picking on her, sometimes more than he should have. Everything was normal.

Well almost. Over the next couple of months there were times at parties that Sara would surprised Eric. Once while he was sitting on a couch, she came over and sat down in his lap and curled up to him. It was more or less innocent, she was drunk and wanted comforting, but it raised a few eyebrows. Then there were some parties where she pulled him into an unoccupied bedroom for a quick but very passionate kiss. The kiss was incredible for both of them, and the excitement of doing it without being caught only added to it.

Then about two months after the episode on Eric's couch, he began dating a girl he was working with in his home town. This was big for him, he had struggled to get over another girl, who he never really even dated. This was the first time he had dated anyone in almost two years. He failed to realize the impact on Sara though.

After a few weeks of dating, Eric was on the phone with the girl one night and he heard the call waiting click. He ignored it as he was talking long distance. (You had to pay for long distance in those days.) A few minutes later he heard it again. Then a third and fourth time. When he hung up from the call, the phone rang again almost instantly. It was Sara and she was obviously drunk.

"I told Steve," Sara blurted out.

"You told him what?" Eric asked, trying to hide the urgency in his voice.

"I told him everything," it was almost a slur. She was obviously upset.

"Why did you do that?"

"Why didn't you pick up the call waiting?"

"I was on the phone with Sheila"

"Why do you have to be with her?"

That's when it hit Eric. Sara didn't really want to date him, but she didn't want him to be with anyone else either. She wanted to know that she could have him if she wanted to.

When Steve arrived back in their room, nothing was said. Whether or not Steve told anyone else, Eric never knew. It was also the end of Sara stopping by the room for the remainder of the semester.

The relationship with Sheila didn't last through winter break, and come January Eric was fully single again. Sara had her own relationship on the side, but it was mostly when she needed a hookup.

The new year, being single again, and the break from each other brought Sara and Eric some much needed comfort with each other again. She would stop by the room again, and a couple of times pulled him into a bedroom at parties for a quick kiss.

By the time spring hit Eric had decided he really had no desire to date. The relationship with Sheila had failed mostly because of lingering issues with another girl from his freshman year. He never really got over her. Like any other 20 year though, he wanted to have sex.

Shortly after spring break Sara stopped by the room one night. She had been drinking, but not a lot. She talked with Steve for a while, then decided to head back to her room. Eric said he was headed down to another friends at the other end of the dorm and would walk with her. They headed out into the hallway, down the stairs and into the small courtyard by the mail boxes.

"Can I come to your room?" Eric asked.

Sara looked at him with a puzzled face. "I wasn't really planning on going to Kevin's," Eric confessed.

"Sure, come on," Sara said with a smile.

When they reached her room Sara's roommate Chelle was gone, probably some where down the hall. Sara turned on a couple of lights, but the room was always kept relatively dark. Eric sat down on the floor and leaned up against the couch. Sara turned on the radio and joined him on the floor. Eric didn't really say anything, just leaned in and kissed her. Sara broke it off and smiled, then put her arms around his neck and kissed him again. 

Before long they had moved away from the couch and were out in the middle of the floor. Eric was on top of Sara but they were fully clothed. He had a handful of her breast through her sweat shirt, and she wasn't complaining as he kissed her neck.

Before things could go any further, they heard a key in the door. They sat up, straightened themselves and waited for Chelle to come in. Chelle had been down the hall drinking with a few other girls on the dorm floor. 

Eric knew Chelle fairly well. They shared a class and often walked together from the dorm to the lecture hall on the other side of central campus. It was her freshman year, and she had started with a boyfriend from home, but it didn't last very long. She was one of those people who once they got to college just completely let loose. It was like she had been caged up at home and once she had the freedom she took full advantage. She was experimenting with different men, and from the sound of it there had been more than a couple this year.

Chelle was jacked up when she came in the room and chattering away. Mostly about the other girls down the hall. Who was dating who, who the guys thought was sexy, but really had poor hygiene. It was a side of girl talk Eric hadn't really heard before.

Chelle decided she was going to change and get into something more comfortable. She asked Eric to turn around.

"Why, its not like there's anything to see," Eric said.

Sara laughed, Chelle was sensitive about her small breasts and Sara assumed that was what he was referring to.

"No, sorry," Eric backed up. "I meant its not like I haven't seen boobs before."

"Doesn't matter," Chelle said as she made a stirring motion with her finger.

When Chelle gave him the OK to turn back around, he saw her standing in the middle of the room wearing just a t-shirt which came down to mid-thigh. Physically she was very different from Sara. Only a little shorter, but much smaller breasts and not much for curves. Still, she was very attractive.

Chelle may not have been willing to share what her breasts looked like, but she was willing to share her sexual escapades from the night before.

"I can't believe I did everything with Jason last night," Chelle confessed to Sara and Eric. "I mean everything," she added with emphasis.

Eric looked at Sara with a confused look and asked, "The guy from home who plays football?"

"Yes," Chelle responded. "God, I have rug burns on my knees and elbows from it," she added.

Eric and Sara laughed as Chelle inspected an elbow.

"It was great though, I came twice!" Chelle added with obvious satisfaction.

"Doesn't he have a girlfriend?" Sara asked as she smiled at Eric, fully knowing the answer.

"Yeah, but she's no good for him, she doesn't put out for him," Chelle was justifying the encounter to herself as well as Sara.

Sara and Eric laughed some more as Chelle went on for a few more minutes about why her encounter from the night before was acceptable. When she finished she headed out the door and down the hall to the bathroom.

"Gosh, I almost kissed you," Sara told Eric once Chelle was out the door.

Eric laughed, "You should have."

"Maybe, but I think it would have surprised her." 

Eric leaned in and kissed Sara quickly before Chelle came back.

"With the rug burns, do you think she was doing him doggy style?" Eric asked.

"No, I know what she means. She was probably just on top," Sara answered.

Eric nodded, and was trying to imagine. "What did she mean by doing everything?" he asked.

"Everything you could imagine," Sara said with a smile.

"I can imagine a lot."

Sara laughed, "She gave him a blow job I would guess."

Eric got quiet and was trying to imagine this too.

Chelle quickly returned and was still full of energy and wanting to talk about sex. Sara and Eric sat on the couch together and periodically interjected comments as Chelle talked about past conquests.

"I didn't really lose my virginity to Rod," she confessed. Referring to the boyfriend she started college with.

"It was another guy I went to high school with. We were swimming at my parents house one day and I told him, 'I have a problem. I am 18 and still a virgin. Do you want to help me with that?'" she added.

"Ha," Eric interjected, "that's not a problem. I am 20 and still a virgin. THAT's a problem."

Eric was trying to be funny, but at the same time serious.

Chelle was serious too, "Sara, you have to do something about that."

Sara turned and looked at Chelle with a surprised face. Chelle's face said it all, "Here's your chance."

Sara turned back to Eric, and looked him in the eye and then reached down for his belt. She pulled back on the loose end and released it from its buckle. 

"Hey!" Eric exclaimed, surprised. Sara let go of it and Eric quickly put it back into place.

Everyone was quiet for a moment. Eric and Sara sat on the couch not looking at each out. Chelle stood on the other side of the room surprised and waiting to see what happened next.

Eric collected his thoughts as they sat there in silence. "What did I do?" he thought to himself. With that he took a deep breath, and still not looking at the girls he unbuckled his belt. More quickly now, he unbuttoned the fly on his jeans, lifted his hips off the couch, and pushed his jeans and boxers down to his knees.

Turning to Sara. "Is that what you were looking for?" Eric asked.

"Whoa!" Chelle said excitedly.

Sara gave Eric a quick wide eyed looked. Then took his cock in her hand. He was already semi-hard, and she quickly stroked him to a fully erect state. 

Chelle was mesmerized by what she was watching. One, that Eric had exposed himself with both of them there, and two that Sara was stroking him like the two of them were alone. Chelle found the entire scene very erotic. At the same time she felt like she shouldn't be there and started to head for the door.

"Wait," Eric called to Chelle. "You don't have to leave."

Chelle and Sara both stared at Eric. Eric was surprised by what came out of his mouth, he had just done two things that were out of character. Eric gauged Chelle for a reaction. When seeing nothing other than surprise, he looked at Sara, wondering if she was done with him. His look of hope must have triggered something in Sara. She gave an indifferent look and shrugged her shoulders. Then she looked back at Chelle.




The First Time



"You can stay if you want," Sara told Chelle as she continued to slowly stroke Eric's cock. Chelle just nodded her head as she continued to stare at what was happening in front of her. Sara leaned in and kissed Eric. He moved a hand up to her cheek, the other was caught in the tangle of her curly brown hair. 

The scene was more than Chelle could take. Eric and Sara were too preoccupied to notice as Chelle approached them and knelt in front of Eric on the couch. She reached out and placed her hand on Sara's as it moved up and down. Sara removed her hand letting Chelle's take her place. 

Chelle examined Eric's cock as she stroked it. The large purple head, the veins bulging on the shaft. It wasn't any longer than other cocks she had had in the past, but it was thick. She wanted him in her mouth. She leaned down and took just the tip between her lips. That was enough for her inhibition to be cast aside. Quickly she took a good part of it into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head.

The new sensation startled Eric. He broke off the kiss with Sara and stared at the sight of his cock in Chelle's mouth. Sara looked down to see Chelle's head bobbing up and down. She looked back at Eric smiled and kissed him again.

After a couple of minutes, Sara could tell Eric was beginning to feel the effects of Chelle's efforts. His breathing had changed, and he was less focused on making out with her.

"Time to put that thing to use before it explodes," Sara declared backing off of Eric on the couch.

Sara stood up from the couch and started to peel her sweat shirt off. Chelle eased her attention on Eric's cock, and watched as Sara undressed. She was not wearing a bra and her large breasts were exposed as soon as the sweat shirt was off. She untied the sweat pants, hesitated and then pushed them and her panties down to her feet.

Chelle continued to stroke Eric as they both watched Sara step out of her panties and sweat pants. Sara held her hand out to Eric. He looked at Chelle quickly, as if to ask for permission, then took Sara's hand and stood up.

"Over here," Sara said, "lay down on the floor."

Eric did as instructed. The carpet felt rough on his ass. Chelle reach up to her lofted bed and pulled off a pillow and tossed it to him. He placed it on the floor and laid back, his cock hard and pointing up from the center of his body.

Sara straddled over the top of Eric. Taking his cock in her hand, she rubbed it against her hairy slit. Eric could feel her wetness as she moved against it. He was surprised by the sound made as her wet pussy slid along the length of his shaft.

Sara was ready for him now, and she pointed the head of his shaft at her entrance. Slowly she slid down its length. He was definitely thick, and she felt herself stretched. She bottomed out against Eric's hips and then raised herself back up. Her hands resting in the middle of his chest steadied her balance as she worked her hips up and down.

Chelle couldn't believe what she was seeing. This was the first time she had seen someone else have sex, and she was surprised at how turned on she was by it. She moved in closer and positioned herself down towards Eric's feet. She could see him disappearing inside of Sara, then reappear and stretch the lips of Sara's pussy as she raised herself back off of him again.

Chelle reached out and ran her fingers down Sara's back towards the crack of her ass and then gave one of the cheeks a squeeze. If Sara notice or didn't enjoy being touched by another woman, she didn't show it. Chelle's hand continued to wander onto Eric's thigh and then between them. She found his balls and squeezed them. At the base of his cock, she could feel the slick liquid Sara was coating him with.

Eric's hands were on Sara's breasts and fingering her nipples. Sara was getting serious. Her motion changed from sliding up and down him to more grinding against him. Her breathing became shallow and she moved her hands from his chest and rested on her elbows by his side. 

Eric couldn't believe what he was experiencing, Sara was using him to get herself off. His hands found her hips as she increased the pace at which she was grinding against him. Her skin was soft, and her full ass felt good in his hands. Sara suddenly let out a grunt, and then another. Her breathing was erratic. Her pace didn't slow at first, but as her breathing returned to normal, she returned to sliding up and down his length, gradually easing the pace.

Finally spent, Sara kissed Eric hard, then sat up straight, his cock still impaling her. She wiggled around a little more and grinned at him before removing herself and falling off to the side.

"You want to give him a try?" Sara asked Chelle.

She didn't need to be asked twice. Chelle finally pulled her long t-shirt over her head, giving Eric his first good look at her body. Being roommates, Sara had seen glimpses of it before, but this was the best view she had ever had. Chelle's body was petite. Her breasts were small with brown nipples. She could easily get by without wearing a bra. Her hips were slight and the hair on her pussy was not as thick as Sara's. It looked as if she was trimmed for a highly cut bikini. 

Chelle assumed a position similar to the one Sara had, straddling Eric, his cock against her slit. She was already soaked though, and didn't require any attention prior to sliding Eric inside of her. Chelle noted his girth and got right down to business. Her clit throbbed and she needed relief bad. Her weight rested on her elbows and her head on Eric's chest. Sara laid on her side beside them and ran her hand through Chelle's hair.

Chelle quickly found her stride and ground against Eric. Eric was disappointed he was unable to explore her body more, but hoped there would be another opportunity for that later. Chelle was more vocal than Sara, and she released sounds of her pleasure as she worked her way up to the climax.

Chelle had only been on top of Eric for about five minutes when he felt her begin to shudder and stiffen up. He felt her pussy tighten and clench his cock. Something he had not felt with Sara. Chelle let out a string of expletives as she came. Eric thought it felt like a hand tugging at him as she slowed her paced and started sliding up and down him. Her hands now on his chest.

"I think its your turn now," Sara told Eric. "How do you want it?"

Eric let out a laugh. This was not the question he was expecting. He looked at Chelle perched atop him and then back at Sara. He thought about which one it should be for his first time cumming in a woman.

"Can I get on top of you?" he said looking at Sara.

"Ahhhh," Chelle said with feigned disappointment as she pulled herself off of Eric.

Eric sat up and got to his knees. He handed Sara the pillow he had been laying on. She placed it behind her and then rolled from her side onto her back. She pulled her knees up and then spread her legs a little. When she lifted her head from the pillow and looked down between her legs she actually saw Chelle and not Eric. Eric was off to the side and Chelle was a few feet from her. Still she thought, it felt different being in this exposed position and seeing a woman and not a guy.

Eric moved into position, kneeling between Sara's legs. She sensed his uncertainty in exactly what to do, so she motioned for him to come closer. He leaned over her, his hand at her side by one of her breasts. He motioned his hips towards the spot where her legs came together, wondering exactly how to hit the spot.

With one hand Sara place it on his head and drew his mouth close to hers, kissing him hard. Her other hand reached between her legs, groping for his cock.

"Relax," Sara whispered as she found his cock and released him from the kiss.

She pointed the tip at her entrance as Eric slid himself closer. Eric could feel himself penetrating her as he lowered himself on to her. This felt very different than when the girls were on top of him. He felt more in control. He kissed the side of Sara's face as he felt himself slid all the way in her. 

Eric was careful not to rest his entire weight on her and supported himself on his elbows and knees. His head was to the side of hers and he faced away from here. He realized the position was not that much unlike one he would assume when he used a soft towel on a pillow to masturbate into.

Some where behind him, Eric sensed that Chelle was there, watching him pump in and out of Sara. He could feel Sara's hand on his back. It had more of a comforting feel than sexual. As if she was simply trying to help him accomplish a difficult task. 

Sara raised her hips to meet Eric's thrusts, and he was really starting to feel the effects. 

"Take your time, enjoy yourself," Sara whispered into his ear.

Eric tried to slow down his motion and take deep breaths. He lengthened his thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before sliding it back in as deep as he could go. He continued this way for another five minutes, enjoying the slick warmth of her sheath.

Sara was in control of Eric's first experience though, and she decided it was time for him to cum. She wrapped her feet around the inside of his legs and started to quicken her own thrusts. Her hips pushed higher and Eric slipped deeper into her. He quickened to meet Sara's pace. Soon he could feel that it was inevitable he would erupt inside of her. 

A few more strokes and Eric could feel his cum starting to escape. Then it hit him, he couldn't hold it any longer and he forced a flood of cum out of his cock and into Sara. He slammed his hips into her as he pushed everything out. His breathing was fast, and he could feel himself shaking.

Sara had her arms and legs wrapped around him tight as the spasms subsided. She kissed him on the cheek several times as he wound down. Not so much in a sexual way so much, but as if congratulating him on succeeding on a hard fought goal. 

When he felt back under control, Eric rolled off Sara and onto his back. Sara turned and knelt over him, her elbows on either side of his head. He reached up and pulled her mouth to him and they shared a deep kiss. Even though Chelle was in the room, for a brief moment it was as if they were all alone. An act they had come to the brink of months before was finally carried through.

After the moment passed, Sara slid down to Eric's side tight up against him. Chelle cheered and clapped excitedly. Chelle handed Eric a towel to clean himself up with and helped Sara clean up with another.

Everyone returned to a semi-state of dress as they sat on the floor and talked. Sara in just a sweat shirt, Chelle had donned her long t-shirt, and Eric was wearing his boxers. 

For a while the topics turned away from sex and what had just happened. Eric would periodically get a glimpse under either Sara's sweatshirt or Chelle's t-shirt. He could see the inside of a thigh, wisps of pubic hair or even the folds covering the girls' entrances. It eventually became more than he could take, and it became obvious through his boxers.

"My, my, should we put on some more clothes?" Sara asked Eric.

"What?" Eric responded trying to ignore the erection growing in his shorts.

"I'd say he's just about ready to go again," Chelle injected.

Sara was caught off guard by Chelle's comment and threw her a glance. Chelle's smile disarmed Sara and Sara warmed to the thought.

"Yes, that's a good idea," Sara said turning to Eric with a broad grin, "Why don't you strip those things off."

Everyone was quickly undressed again, and Sara didn't waste anytime climbing back on top of Eric. The inside of her pussy was still coated with his load from before, and he noted how slick she felt. She played around for a while, sliding up and down him to make sure he was at full mast. She let him spend more time playing with her breasts, danging each over his mouth so he could suck her nipples.

Chelle once again intently watched this sex act unfolding in front of her. She ran her hand down Sara's back and over her ass as Eric sucked at Sara's nipples. Her hand slid over Sara's ass and in between her legs. She found where Eric entered Sara and explored the juncture with her fingers. Sara let out a moan. She had never imagine having sex with another woman, but the combination of Eric and Chelle both touching her was incredible. 

When Sara leaned back pulling her nipple from Eric's mouth, Chelle was quick to slide a hand around the front of Sara and cup her breast. Searching for the nipple, Chelle found it and rolled the hard bud in between her fingers. Then leaning around Sara, Chelle raised the breast to her mouth and sucked the nipple between her lips.

Sara jumped slightly and let out a noise in her surprise of Chelle's action. Chelle hung on though and continued to suck. Sara relaxed, accepting the situation, and began to grind her clit into Eric. Given her already worked up state, it wasn't long and Sara was cumming. Chelle stopped sucking and toyed roughly at Sara's nipples as she worked her way through her orgasm.

Spent, Sara dismounted from Eric, laid down next to him and told Chelle it was her turn. Chelle was eager to climb on. She straddled Eric, grabbed hold of his cock and pointed it between her legs. She was soaked and slid all the way down on the first try.

Chelle stayed upright this time as she worked her clit against Eric's pelvis. He tried to reach for her breasts, but given their small size and her position he wasn't able. Chelle sensed what he was trying to do and decided to do it herself instead. Eric was surprised to see her reach up with both hands and work her nipples in between her fingers. He looked over at Sara and saw that she was pulling at one of her own nipples as she watched the show in front of her.

Chelle closed her eyes as she continued to rock back and forth and tug at her nipples. She was quieter than the first time and looked as if she were in her own world. Eric was simply a means to pleasure for her. After several minutes her pace started to quicken. She appeared to be pulling harder on her nipples too. Soon her hips were rocking as fast as they could go and Eric could feel the spasms of her pussy on his cock.

Chelle opened her eyes again after her release and slowed her pace but stayed on top of Eric.

"Do you want to cum in me this time?" Chelle asked Eric as she started to slid up and down his shaft.

Eric was uncertain of exactly how to answer and looked to Sara as if asking for permission. Sara told him to do it. Chelle didn't seem to care what the response was, she was already working at a quick pace. Eric started to sit up as if to roll over on top of Chelle, but she put her hand on his chest and instructed him to lay back down.

Chelle was taking long strokes and thrusting her hips forward as she came to the apex of her motion. Eric could feel her insides nipping at the head of his cock as she thrust. Every few strokes she would stop with just the tip still inside her and gyrate her hips. The sensation was incredible and Eric thought it felt almost as if she were sucking on him again. Sara commented on the move, indicating she would have to try that later.

A few more minutes and Chelle decided she was done playing around. She shortened the length of motion and sped it up. Eric thought she felt tighter now, and could feel her pulling on him. He closed his eyes and placed his hands on her hips. He tried to match her motion as he felt himself getting closer. When he came he pushed down on Chelle's hips, driving himself as deep as possible into her. She tried to continue sliding up and down him, but he was holding her to him. She relented and rocked slowly back and forth, studying the distorted face he made. 

When it was through, Eric relaxed his grip on Chelle and opened his eyes. Chelle laughed and teased him about the face. She lifted herself off of him, and they all giggled a the sound his cock made when it slapped against his stomach. 

Chelle remained straddling Eric as she slid her way down his legs. When she was sitting over his knees she reached out grabbed his cock with two fingers and lifted it so it stood upright. She appeared to study it for a moment, still fairly erect and covered with both of their juices. Suddenly she leaned down and licked some of the cum from the tip. She processed this taste, took another quick lick and then took better part of it in her mouth.

Eric leaned up and looked in shock at what she was doing. He could feel her tongue probing and cleaning the cum from him. Sara sat upright as well, stunned by what she was seeing.

"I wanted to know how you taste," Chelle explained "You're different from Jason. It's not so watery, and maybe not as sweet."

She got a pretty good taste of herself too Eric thought, but instead joked about not needing a towel now. Sara suggested Eric could return the favor and clean Chelle the same way. Eric shook his head and Chelle got up to go for a towel.

They again got semi-dressed and relaxed on the couch or floor. Shortly after midnight they were all starting to get tired. Sara stated that she was ready to go to sleep and suggested that Eric spend the night. He balked at first, wondering how he would explain not coming home to his roommate Steve in the morning. Sara told him he could just tell Steve he fell asleep on the floor and was too tired to walk back to the other side of the dorm.

Eric and Sara pulled her mattress down from the loft and laid it on the floor. They shared it while Chelle climbed up into her own lofted bed. She teased them about no fooling around again on the floor with out her. Everyone was too tired at this point though and they all quickly fell asleep.

About 4:30am Eric was awakened by Sara kissing him and rubbing his cock through the front of his boxers. 

"Sorry, I had a really hot dream," she whispered to him as he regained consciousness. "I am really horny."

It didn't take long and Eric was fully erect, and Sara wasn't going to waste time.

"Get these off," Sara whispered again, this time pulling at his boxers.

When the boxers were off, Sara pushed him onto his back and quickly straddled him. She lifted her sweatshirt past her hips but left it on. Reaching between her legs she grabbed hold and lowered herself onto him. When she bottomed out against his hips, she stopped and relished the feeling for a moment.

Sara stayed upright and quietly rocked her hips back and forth against Eric. He was groping her breasts through the sweatshirt. Evidently Sara was serious when she said she was horny from her dream. It wasn't very long and she quickened her pace. Another minute and she was laying flat against him. Eric could feel her pelvic bone hard against his as she ground her clit against him. Sara buried her face in his neck as she stifled her orgasm so as to not wake Chelle.

"Your turn," Sara said as she dismounted Eric.

Eric sat up and slid further down the mattress expecting to get on top of Sara, but what she did next surprised him. Sara got on her hands and knees in the space vacated by Eric. Once in position, she turned back and smiled devilishly at Eric. 

Eric took his place behind her. He reached between Sara's legs feeling for the spot to position his cock at. He found it and sunk two fingers inside of her. He slid a little closer to her now and positioned his cock in the same place. He was slow to slide it in at first, but soon found a comfortable position and rhythm.

Eric gripped Sara's hips and pulled himself into her harder. As he did, the sound of him slapping against Sara's round ass was very audible. Sara turned around and whispered for Eric to be quiet. Eric slowed briefly, but the view of Sara's ass was as stimulating as the feel of her pussy wrapped around his cock. He began to pound her again, this time harder and the sound this time filled the room. He let out a loud grunt as his cum stream forth into her. Eric knelt there behind her, hips pressed against her ass, his cock feeling as if it were suspended in air inside of her.




The First Time



Eric continued to kneel there, still inside Sara as he tried to gain his composure. When he did, he pulled out and fell back on the bottom half of the mattress. Sara collapsed herself. They both were trying hard to conceal their amusement at what they had just done and how loud they had done it. Neither could believe they hadn't woken Chelle. Finally quieting themselves, Eric and Sara laid down and fell asleep curled up to one another. 

It was 7am when Sara's alarm went off. It was up in her loft, forcing her to get up and leave the warmth of Eric before she could silence it. Once she was up, she decided she might as well hit the shower instead of hitting snooze a couple times like a typical morning. Eric fell back asleep until Sara returned 30 minutes later and ready for class. They spoke briefly, Sara kissed him, got up grabbed her back pack and headed out the door for class.

Eric laid there on the mattress, thinking of everything that had happened in the last 12 hours. The blanket he and Sara had shared was off to the side and the cool air felt good on his exposed body. He could feel himself getting hard. He closed his eyes, reached down and started to slowly stroke himself.

"My! Are you hard again?" a startled Eric heard Chelle exclaim.

Instinctively, Eric reached for the blanket and pulled it back over himself.

"Its OK, I like to watch. Please keep going," Chelle said.

Chelle paused as she waited for Eric to remove the blanket. Eric was a little nervous about stroking himself in front of Chelle, but figured after everything else it probably wasn't a big deal. He reached down between his legs and worked at regaining his erection.

"I watched you and Sara this morning," Chelle said.

Eric's eyes opened again, thinking they had gotten away with something.

"It's fine, I am cool with it," Chelle said. "It was very hot to watch. I came too."

"You came?" Eric said with a quizzical tone in his voice.

"Yes, I have hands too you know," Chelle said laughing.

With that she climbed down from the lofted bed and stood at the end of the mattress Eric was laying on. He was still slowly stroking himself and Chelle couldn't help but stare. Unconsciously, her hand drifted to nub between her legs. Eric stared back as she rubbed her clit, increasing his own speed. He wondered if she would cum and was she expecting him to. He didn't have to wait long to know the answer though.

"Will you fuck me like you did Sara?" Chelle asked.

Eric stopped stroking and sat up on the mattress, "Yes."

Chelle stepped onto the mattress and knelt towards the middle. She reached out and kissed Eric, then turned around. She looked over her shoulder and gave a nervous smile. Eric slid up behind, kissing her on the neck. He reached around and cupped her small breasts, pinching the nipples between his fingers. When he could hear her breathing start to change, he placed a hand in the middle of her back and lightly pushed her forward.

Chelle took the hint and fell forward onto her hands and knees. Eric was amazed at the view. Ass in the air, he could see the cleft between her legs and the tight hole between her cheeks. He knelt between her legs and placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her slit. Slowly he pulled himself him. Once he bottomed out, he took hold of her hips and began to slide in and out.

Chelle started to rock back on her knees, her ass meeting Eric's hips in a loud slap each time they came together. Chelle was even more vocal than she had been the night before, obviously enjoying the pounding she was taking. Eric could feel her pussy clenching his cock and wondered if she was cumming. The sensation was too much for him and he could feel his balls starting to boil. A few more hard strokes into her and a stream of cum flowed deep inside Chelle.

Eric leaned over the top of Chelle as the last few spasms subsided. When he recovered he leaned back and pulled out, a trickle of white followed and crept down her slit. Chelle stayed in that position for a long moment, seemingly unaware of Eric. Finally she rolled onto her side.

"That was pretty incredible," Chelle finally said. Eric just smiled.

"It felt kind of dirty," Chelle's face was lit up when she said it. "You probably better get dressed and take off before Sara gets back from class. I don't know how she would feel about this without her. I think she kind of sees you as hers, regardless of what happened last night."

With that, Eric got dressed and headed out. Back in his own dorm room, he thought of what had happened. It felt more like a dream.

Eric didn't see much of Sara or Chelle for the next couple of weeks. When he did, nothing was mentioned about that night. Talking with them it was as if nothing had changed, but for him it was different. He felt closer to them.

Then one afternoon Chelle stopped by the room. She made small talk for a while until it was time for Eric's roommate to head off to class. When the door closed, Chelle finally told Eric what she had come to say, "I want you to help me with my fantasy now."



The First Time



This is the true and actual story of how I became a bonafide cocksucker. Well, other than my own cock, which I have plenty of experience with. During my years of exploring myself I had become flexible enough not only to suck my own cock but even deepthroat it as well. The first time I came in my mouth it was magic. I knew at that point that I was truly bisexual and enjoyed sucking cock as much as I enjoyed eating pussy and fucking my girlfriend.

I had been friends with George for probably 20 years, from those early days of watching 80's porn together and talking about what turns us on to later on when I find out that he has never had a blow job in his life. None of the girls he has dated would do it. I feel guilty telling him about all the great deepthroat and rough and sensual blow jobs I've gotten from girls over the years.

Anyway, one day he is hanging out at my place after my recent divorce. I'm watching porn from a site with a girl that does an amazing deepthroat. I turn to George and say "It's a shame that your wife won't do that and that you've never had it. It is so amazing. You know that I used to suck my dick. If you ever want me to suck yours so you can know how great it is just say the word." I am met with total and complete silence. I'm wondering if I just fucked up our friendship. I don't say another word about it.

About a year later he is over and asks if I have any new porn worth watching. I put in a Tera Patrick flick, at the time a brand new girl I had found. He sees her and says "Holy shit, she is fucking awesome!"

We start to watch her give some guy a blowjob and she has skills. I'm sitting there in my desk chair with George standing behind me and to the left. I can see out of the corner of my eye that his dick his hard in jeans. He keeps rubbing it but trying to hide that from me.

"You like?" I ask. "I bet that blow job from her would be fucking awesome."

"Yeah, she is great. I think I could cum just standing here." Then the bomb drops. "Hey, does that offer still stand on giving me a blow job?"

I'm floored and scared to death. My mouth went dry. "Um, yes. I would like to show you what you are missing. I think you would like it. It's not weird, I mean we are best friends. It's not like we're gay, we're both married."

I turn to face him. He looks so nervous and has trouble undoing his pants. After a moment he unzips his fly and pulls his pants and underwear down to his knees. Holy shit, his cock is bigger than I thought. It is sticking out there right in front of my face. It must be at least 7" long and probably 5.5" around. I see that the tip has precum. I dont know what to do so I just asked "Are you ready?" He just stands there nervous.

I leaned forward and take the tip in my mouth, allowing my tongue to lick the slit and taste his precum. It tastes like mine did all those years ago and my mind flashes back to how much I loved sucking myself. George got nervous and changes his mind. He starts to back away. I just grabbed his hips and leaned forward, pushing my lips and mouth down on his cock. He stops protesting. I increase my grip on his hips and I'm able to get all the way down on his cock. The skin feels so different in my mouth. His cock is hard and smooth at the same time. I slide my mouth up and down, letting my tongue glide along the underside. 

"Oh fuck Rob, that feels so amazing. Oh God, suck me." His hands grab my head and he starts to thrust his hips, pushing himself in and out of my mouth. We get a rhythm going. I was scared but now I feel so good and right. This is what I love to do. Chris is groaning now and it mixes with the sounds of Tera fucking in the background. I'm so lost in lust and can't wait for him to cum in my mouth.

I reach down with my left hand to fondle his balls. They are hairy, large and tensed up against his body. I massage them, trying to coax the cum from them. I want nothing more that for him to shoot a load of hot cum in my mouth and throat.

George stops thrusting in my mouth and pushes at my head with his hands. "Please stop Rob. I can't. Please I can't do it, I can't come in your mouth. I'm not ready for that." He is trying to pull away. I feel like a greedy cum whore, I want to taste him. Reluctantly I take my mouth of his cock. It is red and swollen. The shaft and head are slick with my spit. I slide my other hand off his hip and take a firm grasp on his cock.

I look up at him and ask "Can I at least finish you with my hands?" I feel so dirty there looking up at him and asking permission to jack off his spit covered cock. 

"Yes, oh god Yes. I want to see you make me cum." He is looking down at me in anticipation.

I work my hand up and down the shaft, squeezing and pumping his beautiful cock. I watch it and study the head. It is swollen. I can see the texture of the skin and it amazes me. His slit is oozing more precum and I lick it off again. George begins to groan. "I'm going to cum Rob, oh fuck." I lean back. I can feel his cock begin to jerk and spasm. An explosion of cum shoots out. The spray hits my chin, neck and onto my shirt. I feel like such a fucking cocksucking slut. I continue to pump his cock with the mixture of spit and cum that now coats my hand. He gets soft in my palm and backs away. I wipe the cum off my chin and neck, the lick my hand clean while looking up at him. His cum tastes so amazing. I want to try it straight from the source. George says that he would like to help me cum, but is not ready to suck cock.

I go over and lay down on my bed. I'm wearing sweats with no underwear. George pulls my pants off. My cock is dripping with precum. He spits in his hand and then wraps it around my cock. His hand and fingers are rough. Much rougher than mine. I sit at a computer all day, he works in an industrial shop. It feels so different than what I'm used to. He uses a different style than my own and it only takes a couple of minutes before I'm shooting cum all over my already stained shirt and my own cock and balls. George just wipes his hand off on my shirt. "Guess you will need to change." Then he gets up, walks across the room and calls his wife to tell her he is going to be home late because we still haven't gone out for dinner.

I change my shirt and we head out. After dinner he says he has to run by his work to pick up his computer. When we get there I decided that I still want to taste his cum hot from his cock in my mouth.

"I had fun earlier George" I say and playfully touch his crotch. "I hope you liked it too." I feel his cock start to get hard again. He tries to twist away from my hand.

"Um yeah, it was different. I can see why you like it so much. I guess I would like to try doing it to you sometime if you would let me."

"Sure, I would like that George. But what I'd really like is for you to cum in my mouth. Why wouldn't you do that?"

"I dont know man, it just felt weird and gross." 

"It's not to me, I used to always cum in my own mouth. I like the taste of cum. Can I do it again now?"

"Here?" he asks. "It's my work. I don't know."

"Look, we are in the middle of an industrial park at 11 at night, there is nobody here. I just want to try one more time."

"Ok, but where is my cum going to go?"

"I will figure something out."

I leaned over and waited. George pulled down his pants and his cock was already rock hard. I immediately sank my mouth down on him. It still tasted of spit and cum from earlier. I bobbed up and down with plenty of spit to slick him up. I heard him groan after only a couple of minutes. "Rob, I'm going to cum, time to stop." I continue to go, pumping harder, fucking his cock with my mouth. "I'm cumming, God. Oh fuck." I feel his cock surge and buck and then what this little cocksucker wanted. I feel his cum splatter in my throat and the hot fluid fills my mouth. I swallow every drop with greed. I'm smiling so big on the inside. Oh fuck I think, I'm a fucking cocksucker. I'm a slut. Oh I love it.

"Why did you let me do that Rob?" He pulls his pants up. "That was interesting. Holy shit, you are so good. But why?"

I sat up and looked at George. "Dude, I've been wanting to do that to you for years and I love the taste of your cum. I'm here for you and your cock whenever you need this. It is our little secret. I'm your cocksucker and I love your cock."

And that is the totally true story of how I became a bonafide cocksucker and damn proud of it.



The First Time



In high school, I wasn't an ugly duckling, but I wasn't the school beauty either. I was tall, 5 feet 8 inches, and skinny. I measured 35A-28-33. I had some good attributes, as everyone does. Mine were my big brown eyes and my long full reddish blonde hair. My legs are very long, but they were skinny with knobby knees. Twiggy was out of style by then. Girls with nicer curves were in. I was often referred to as "a stick", or "flat as a board". Teenagers can be so thoughtless, uncaring and mean. This made me very self-conscious and my self-esteem was pretty low. I surrounded myself with a self-imposed wall. Needless to say, I never had a date in high school. 

The first man came into my life a couple of years after high school. Chris and I met in college. I was having trouble in my organic chemistry class. Chris was an upperclassman who was assigned to tutor me. He was the ideal guy to bring me out of my shell. He was gentle, caring, attentive, handsome, and honest. Even though he had been very popular at his high school, and was still popular in college, he really seemed to care about me. For me, it was love at first sight. 

After a couple of tutoring sessions, a miracle happened. Chris asked me out. "I think we need to take a break. Why don't we go grab something to eat?" 

I was almost too scared to reply, but I managed to stammer out, "Sure." How eloquent right? 

After that night, it became a regular thing. Chris would come to my dorm and help me with my chemistry. Then, we would go to get something to eat or see a movie. It was in a dark theater that he first kissed me. I did not have any experience kissing, but this one was wonderful. I thought my heart would jump out of my chest as my lips opened to his gently questing tongue. I could feel my panties getting wet as the sensations coursed through my body. But, kissing was as far as we went. 

After that night, we started making out on every date. As we were kissing one night, I felt Chris' hand on my hip. Slowly, it started moving up my side. As it crossed my belly, I thrust my tongue deeper into his mouth. But, as it gently clasped my tiny boob through my bra, I got worried. I had very small breasts. What if he didn't like them? Without breaking the kiss, I grabbed his hand and pushed it back down to my hip. Chris settled for that. 

On the next date, things went further. As we sat in his car, we were kissing and making out. Chris again tried to fondle my boobs through my bra. But, considering how small my boobs were, I wouldn't let him. But, I really liked Chris and did not want to run him off. As his hand moved up and closed over my boob, I pushed his hand downward. Opening my legs slightly, I pushed his hand between them. This was all the encouragement he needed. In a few minutes, he had worked his hand under my skirt and was rubbing my pussy through my panties. I had rubbed my pussy myself, but I had never allowed a boy to do that. This felt entirely different than it did when I masturbated myself. 

Soon, I was panting for breath and raising my ass off the seat to meet his hand. He slid his finger under my panties and rubbed over the outside of my wet lips. I was now gasping for breath and thrusting hard against his hand. When he tried to pull my panties down, it took all of my self-discipline, but I stopped him. That was as far as we went that night. 

Over the next month or so we went from his rubbing my pussy to where eventually my panties were lying on the floor and his fingers were thrusting in and out of my very wet pussy. That is how I had my very first orgasm, lying in the backseat of a 1968 Camaro. It felt wonderful. 

Of course I was also curious about his cock. One night as I was lying in the back seat of his car, bottomless and spread wide to his fingers, I got courageous. I reached down and felt his cock through his jeans. It felt so big, hard and hot. It was the first time I ever touched a cock. As his fingers stroked my pussy, I got hotter and hotter. I grabbed his zipper and pulled it down. Reaching inside I felt the smooth hard skin of his shaft throbbing in my hand. I pulled it out so I could see my first cock. It looked beautiful, but also scary. How could any woman fit something that big up inside her body? 

I tentatively began to run my hand along Chris' hard cock, unsure about what I should do. I marveled at how smooth it was. Precum was oozing from the slit in the dome-like head. I took a finger and began rubbing it around the velvety head. I was mesmerized by his dick. I watched as it twitched every time I ran my finger under the head. 

Chris stopped rubbing my pussy and sat back to give me more access. As I stroked it I saw another drop of precum form on the tip. Using my thumb, I rubbed it over the head. His moan of delight told me I was doing something right. Watching closely, I started pulling on the shaft as it gleamed in the moonlight. 

Soon, I felt it start to twitch and throb harder in my hand. Chris reached down and grasped my hand. "If you don't stop, I'm going to come all over you." He gasped. 

This intrigued me even further. Of course I knew that men squirted cum out of their cocks, but since this was the first time I had seen one, I had never witnessed a guy cumming. I wanted to make Chris cum. 

Reaching down into my purse, I bought out a handkerchief. My mother had always insisted that I carry one with me. Somehow, I did not think this was the reason she had in mind. Placing it over the head of his cock, I wrapped my hand around it and started pumping his cock again. 

Soon, he was arching his hips up to meet my hand. His gasps became moans as he neared climax. Suddenly he stiffened as I felt his warm cum flooding out of his cock and filling my handkerchief. There was a lot of it. I continued to pump his cock until he reached down and stopped me. I could feel my juices flooding out of me as I realized that I had just given my first handjob. 

The next several dates ended with me giving Chris a handjob. But, we both wanted more. One Saturday night, we went to a drive-in movie with one of my classmates, Carol, and her boyfriend, Ed. During the movie, Chris and I were kissing and making out. He tried to rub my pussy through my jeans, but I was afraid my friends would see us. Looking over the seat at Carol, I saw Ed had his hand up under her skirt. His arm was moving in a steady rhythm as he obviously pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy. Her head was thrown back on the seat and she had one hand inside her blouse pulling on her nipple. As I watched, her, back arched off the seat as she climaxed. 

Ed looked at m and grinned. When Carol opened her eyes, she saw me watching them. She smiled at me and then reached down to Ed's crotch. I watched as Carol unzipped her boyfriend's pants. I felt Chris unzip my own jeans as Carol pulled Ed's cock out into the dim light in the backseat. It was the only cock I had ever seen other than Chris'. It looked shorter than the one I was used to, but it was thicker. Absentmindedly, I raised my hips and allowed Chris to pull my jeans down and completely off. 

My pink panties were not visible to Carol and Ed in the backseat. But, Chris did not waste any time pushing his fingers inside my panties and up into my very wet pussy. I opened my legs slightly to make it easier for Chris to finger me as I watched Carol stroke Ed's hard cock. 

I gasped as I watched Carol lower her head and take Ed's cock into her mouth. Of course I knew what a blowjob was, but I had never touched Chris' cock with my mouth. As I watched Carol's head moving up and down in Ed's lap, I reached over and pulled the zipper down on Chris' pants. Reaching inside, I pulled his cock out into my hand. 

By now, I was on my knees, leaning against the back of the front seat. Chris pulled my panties down to my knees as he started to really pump his fingers in and out of my soaked pussy, I could feel my juices streaming down my legs. 

My moans were matching Ed's as I watched him suddenly raise his ass up off the seat.. Carol quickly pulled his cock out of her mouth and moved her face to the side. She was pumping his cock rapidly as large jets of cum started squirting out of his cock high into the air. Seeing him cum triggered my own release. My body quivered against the seat as my own orgasm raced through me. 

Laughing, we all straightened our clothes. I was scared and did not want Ed to see me half naked. After the movie, we dropped Carol and Ed off at her parent's house. As Chris and I drove back toward my dorm, I was so hot I couldn't be still. I started rubbing his chest and then his cock. His cock was hard and hot inside his pants. 

Chris suddenly turned down a dirt road and then off into the edge of a field. He blurted out, "I can't drive while you're doing that." 

We kissed feverishly and then climbed into the backseat. Soon, he was naked and I was bottomless. He tried to unbutton my blouse, but again I stopped him. ""I'm sorry Chris. I'm sure you must be frustrated with me not getting completely naked, but I have my reasons. I can feel how excited you are, and appreciate the fact you aren't pushing for more." 

Leaning forward, Chris kissed me tenderly. "I love you. I don't care if you let me play with your breasts or not. Your boobs don't make you any more or less of a woman." 

That was the first time Chris had told me he loved me. My heart soared as I heard the words. He had to be the kindest most understanding man in the world. Kissing him back, I breathed, "Chris, I love you too." 

As we kissed, Chris lay me down on the seat. It was very cramped. Rising up, Chris told me, "Just a minute." 

Climbing naked out of his Camaro, Chris went to the trunk and opened it. In a minute I heard him calling softly for me. I peeked out of the car, looked and made sure no one was around. Walking around to the back, I saw a blanket spread out in the moonlight. Chris walked up to me and kissed me gently. Leading me by the hand, he walked over to the blanket and lay down. I quietly joined him on the blanket. 

As we lay kissing on the blanket, Chris moved his hand down across my belly. I spread my legs in invitation as he cupped my pussy in his palm. He moved his hand and began to rub my swollen lips. One finger began tracing the wetness between my virgin inner labia. I was feeling warm all over and instinctively began to move against his touch. Chris slipped a finger inside my wanting pussy, and began to move it in and out. I arched my back and gasped as my pussy eagerly gripped his finger. 

I was getting sweaty as Chris was fingering my pussy. The feeling of his finger invading my virgin pussy was overwhelming. He slipped another finger in and began to move them in and out of me in a steady rhythm. Soon I was thrusting my hips forward to meet his intruding fingers. 

"Oh God, that feels so good," I gasped. "You are making me tingle all over." 

His hand was coated in the wetness seeping from my hot pussy. I could feel my pussy working and pulling on his fingers as they slid in and out of me. 

Chris pulled his fingers completely out of me just as I was nearing orgasm. I opened my eyes and panted, "Don't stop! Please don't stop!" 

Rising up on my elbows, I looked down my body. I saw Chris moving his face toward me. I knew what he wanted to do, but I had never let him kiss my pussy before. I tensed up as I felt his hands pushing my thighs further apart. Gently, he blew across my wet feverish pussy. The sensation of cool arm brushing the most private part of my hot body caused a bolt of desire to move through me. I allowed him to spread me wide before him. When I felt his tongue flick out and brush my wet lips, my body stiffened in ecstasy. I had never felt anything like this! His tongue started running up and down my wet slit. I was in heaven! Falling back on the blanket, I succumbed to the feelings that were radiating out from between my legs. 

My hands clinched the blanket as I felt his tongue probing the outside of my steaming pussy. A surprised gasp escaped from my lips as, for the very first time, I felt a tongue touch my clit. Every muscle in my body became rigid as I arched my hips up off the blanket, thrusting upward to meet the tongue that was bringing such intense sensations to my screaming nerves. 

His tongue was unrelenting as it flickered and stroked across the throbbing sentinel of my desire. My juices were pouring from me in a steady river of hot pulsating passion. He gripped my hips tightly as he strained to keep his mouth in contact with my pussy as my body tossed and jerked wildly to his touch. 

I felt a hot tingle burning deep in my pussy. It began to work its way over my entire body. I could feel beads of sweat popping up all over my skin. The burning and tingling in my pussy became almost unbearable. I knew I was about to explode with the most furious orgasm I had ever experienced. 

"Oh yes Chris. I'm cumming. Oh yesssss!" I screamed. 

My body heaved and twisted on the blanket. My thighs clamped around his head as I kept his mouth pressed to my spasming pussy. I screamed as my body sent a torrent of juices shooting from my pussy, soaking Chris' face and mouth. He gulped eagerly as my juices filled his mouth. My pussy continued to spasm as an intense orgasm swept over my entire body. This was the first time I ever squirted during an orgasm. 

As I lay gasping for breath, Chris moved up beside me on the blanket. He grinned at me. As I fought for breath, I gasped, "Oh My God! That has to be the most powerful thing I have ever felt." Chris kissed me gently and held me close as my body slowly returned to normal. 

This was a pattern that was often repeated over the next couple of weeks. Chris never pushed for intercourse. We just took pleasure in one another's bodies. He would eat my pussy and then I would jerk him off. 

One night, as I was jerking him off, I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock for the first time. He gasped and his hips jerked as my lips made contact. I pulled back and looked into his eyes. Slowly, I leaned down and kissed his cock again. A soft moan escaped his lips as I opened my mouth and took his cock inside. I really did not know what to do. When I was watching Carol, all I could see was the back of her head as she moved it up and down on Ed's cock. I moved my mouth up and down his cock. I was afraid that I was doing it wrong. I also did not want him to cum in my mouth. That sounded so terrible to me then. After a couple of minutes, I moved up beside him on the seat and then finished him with my hand. 

One night as Chris was helping me with my homework, he looked at me and smiled. "What are you doing next weekend?" he asked. 

Leaning forward, I kissed him. "Anything with you." I responded. 

Caressing my hair, he told me, "There is a special place I want to take you. It is a couple of hours drive from here, but it is worth it." So, we made plans for the day. 

I was going crazy with curiosity for days, but Chris would not tell me anything else except to dress comfortable. 

The day finally arrived. I had packed a picnic lunch. As I walked out to meet Chris at his car, he looked at me and whistled. "WOW! You look really hot!" 

My face flushed with pleasure at the compliment. My confidence in my body and sexuality had greatly increased due to our sexual activity and his obvious admiration of my body. I was wearing red short shorts that just barely covered the cheeks of my ass. I was also wearing a white button up shirt that I had tied at the waist. This left my firm tanned abs exposed to the sun as well as his hungry eyes. I really enjoyed the way Chris looked at me. 

As we drove away from the university, I snuggled up to Chris and sighed contently. We talked about everything as we happily drove through the countryside. Eventually, Chris turned off the highway onto a gravel road. We drove three or four miles after leaving the pavement. During the entire drive on the gravel road, we had not seen another car or person. We came to a small parking lot at the side of the road. As Chris parked the car, I looked around. Since it was a weekday, our car was the only one there. 

I opened the car door and stepped out. I immediately became aware of the quiet. You could hear the wind in the trees—and not much else. It was an intense quiet broken by only the breeze and the calling of birds. Neither of us wanted to speak and break the almost silent rhapsody of nature's symphony. 

Taking me by the hand, Chris led me to a trail beside the parking area. As we walked up the trail, the cool clean air was a delight to breath. My eyes wandered often as we strolled through the trees hand in hand. Birds made quick flashes of color as they flitted through the branches around us. Bright wildflowers covered the sides of the trail as if they had been planted there especially for us. I could hear the wind whispering through the tops of the trees. 

In a few minutes, we came to the top of the mountain. Pulling me up onto a large gray rock, Chris looked into my eyes and smiled. "Do you like it?" he asked. 

I didn't answer as I looked around with wonder, taking it all in. This spot was absolutely beautiful. We were standing in a small clearing surrounded by the national forest. The clearing was completely covered with different kinds of wildflowers. They formed a living carpet that reached to the base of the fire tower that stood in the center of the glade, crowning the peak of the mountain. 

Chris and I walked through the flowers to the base of the tower. As we climbed the tower, the vista opened up before us. When we reached the top, I saw that it was a small glassed in room with a cluttered desk on one side. In the center was a sighting device that rotated. I turned slowly taking in the view from the windows that surrounded the small office like area. 

The land fell away from us on all sides. Other smaller mountains faded away into the distance. Below us, I could see the river weaving like a ribbon through the valley. We could see for miles. Chris had chosen a beautiful spot for the picnic. 

Chris walked up behind me and encircled my waist with his arms. Leaning forward, he breathed gently into my ear. He knew that gets me going. As he kissed his way down the side of my neck, his hands moved up to the knot on my shirt. I drew in a deep breath as he untied the knot and then started unbuttoning my shirt. I loved Chris and decided to give myself to him completely. Slowly, he slid my blouse down my arms to fall in a puddle at my feet. I turned and looked into his eyes. The love I saw was clear. Looking deeply into his eyes, I reached behind myself and unhooked my bra. I had never let him see my breasts before and was very self-conscious. As I slid the bra from my body, he looked at my boobs for the first time. The first man to ever see or touch them. 

"They are so beautiful." he breathed as he leaned forward and kissed each one. God, I loved this man! The feeling of his mouth on my nipples sent a jolt directly to my pussy. I could feel my juices running out of me as he kissed and suckled on my breasts. He rose up and we kissed deeply. Turning around, I leaned back against him, enjoying the feel of his chest against my back. Reaching around me, Chris cupped both of my breasts in his hands. He held them gently, kneading the small soft mounds of my breasts, tweaking the hardening nipples by gently pinching them and rolling them. I felt myself getting even wetter between my legs, my pussy responding to the attention he was showing my breasts. 

As we stood there, one hand cupped and squeezed my breast as he moved his other hand to the top of my thigh, sliding it up, seeking the warm wetness at the junction of my legs. His fingers brushed against my cloth covered mound, his warm hand covering it. I moaned as his finger found the slit of my sex through the thin material. I knew he could feel the wetness of my pussy, and I knew he could smell my arousal. 




The First Time



He gently kissed the side of my neck as his hands drifted slowly to the waist of my shorts. I leaned my head back against his shoulder as I felt him unfasten the button. The zipper made a soft whirring sound in the silence as he slid it down. Kneeling behind me, he slowly pulled my shorts down my long legs. 

As they pooled at my feet, I stepped out of them. The back of my red bikini panties were directly in front of his face. He leaned forward and pressed his face against them. I shivered as I felt him deeply inhale the fragrance of my dripping pussy. Hooking the sides of my panties, he gently slid them off to join the shorts on the floor. For the first time, I was completely naked in front of him. 

Tenderly he turned me around until I was facing him. As he knelt before me, his eyes looked up into mine with an expression of pure love that could not be faked. His hands moved around my hips in a gentle caress. Softly, he kneaded the cheeks of my ass. Pulling me to him, he pressed my curly mound to his face. Again, he inhaled deeply. I threw back my head, thrusting my pussy forward to meet his face. He rubbed his face up and down in my curls for a moment, then, leaning back, he allowed his eyes to travel over my naked body that was displayed for him. He was taking in every detail, every curve and fold. 

Rising to his feet, he took my face in his hands and kissed me so sweetly that I thought I would melt right there. I could feel the heat running through my body. My pussy was pulsing with need as I felt the wetness running down my thighs. I moaned into his mouth as I felt his hands move down to my hard nipples. Gasping in need, I thrust my breasts into his hands, seeking the roughness of his palms. 

I needed to feel his body naked against mine. Fumbling, I reached down and unzipped his shorts as he pulled his shirt over his head. Kneeling before him, I pulled his shorts and underwear down together. As he stepped out of them, I tossed them to the side. Looking up, his hard cock was in front of my face. It bobbed in the air each time his heart beat. I took his cock in my hand and started stroking it, slowly at first. Looking into his eyes, I lowered my mouth over him and started sucking on his cock. I had kissed and sucked his cock a little bit on earlier dates, but I never did it for very long and I certainly had never allowed him to cum in my mouth. I always finished him with my hand. I liked sucking his cock. I liked feeling the pulsing of it in my mouth, the smoothness of it in my hand, and the thrill I felt when hearing Chris moan my name. 

We had never gone all the way. I had never allowed him or any other man to enter me. This time seemed different. The beauty and solitude was a turn on. We had already progressed through the different levels of petting and foreplay on earlier dates. We had reached the stage of physical and mental intimacy that would allow us to finally consummate our relationship. We were in love. 

Taking his cock from my mouth, I kissed my way up his belly. Slowly standing, I licked his nipples. I suckled on their hard points as I gently raked them through my teeth. This forced a moan from him. Raising my face up to his, our lips met in a kiss that quickly grew in passion. 

Chris suddenly turned around facing away from me. Papers and other materials flew across the room, as with a sweeping motion of his arm, he swept everything from the top of the desk. As he turned back to me, the look of passion was flaming in his eyes. But, he was still gentle as he picked me up and placed me on top of the desk. As I laid back, my legs dangled over the edge and fell open, seemingly of their own accord, exposing my pussy to his gaze. I lay naked and vulnerable before him. 

My breasts rose and fell as I gasped in excitement. My body trembled as I waited in anticipation of what he was about to do. Chris slowly traced one hand across my body. Starting at my hip, he lightly ran just his fingertips across the skin of my tight flat belly. Goosebumps formed on my skin as the sensations ran through me. Droplets of my excitement gathered on the red-gold curls of my mound. My legs were flexing and moving in response to his touch as his hand moved over me. 

Leaning forward, he kissed my breasts, gently biting the nipples, his hand descending over my fur covered mound, his finger finding my clitoris, rolling it out of the hood, softly stroking the super sensitive tip. I became even wetter, my pussy positively weeping my sexual juices as my body prepared for his entry into my warm center. His fingers now moved down, separating the delicate lips of my vagina, opening and gently pinching them. 

My hands were on either side of his head, my own head thrown back to thrust my breasts into his willing mouth. His fingers found the entrance to my virgin canal, slipping past the opening, sliding in, deeper and deeper. My hips rolled up to meet his thrusting fingers, his palm now flat against the lips of my eagerly pulsing pussy. 

I reached down and grasped the hard length of his cock, softly stroking it, feeling the velvety head, my thumb catching the drops of fluid that leaked from the slit at the top. Rubbing it around and around the soft flesh. His hips rocked back and forth, thrusting his length against my palms, mimicking the actions he would shortly use to take what I was so willingly offering him. 

He moved now, kneeling between my wide spread legs, lifting my calves so my knees were flexed upward, my hips rolling back, my pussy opening to him like a flower. His head descended, his lips coming in contact with my clit, his tongue flicking out, twitching at the tip. An almost electric shock passed through my body, the sensations rolling up from my pussy, into my belly. I gasped as my back arched, pushing myself upward to meet his mouth and fingers. I could feel a climax start to build deep inside me. I knew that I was about to cum! My orgasm rolled over me, building and building itself even higher against the pressure of his lips on my pussy and his tongue, as it slipped into the opening of my pussy. 

I exploded in excited release, my copious juices flowing out over his tongue. My soft cries of sexual release filling the little room as my hands pulled his face hard against my quivering sex. 

I lay gasping as he rose and stood towering over me. He looked into my eyes. I watched as he moved closer to me. Pressing the head of his cock to my wet pussy, he rubbed it up and down in the moistness, searching for the opening. Finding it, he gently pressed forward as I moved beneath him, tilting my pussy upward to give him easier access. 

I wrapped my legs around his hips and put my arms around his neck. I gently pulled his face down to mine. Our lips met in a soft kiss. He rose above me again and I tensed as I felt his cock slide a little way into my wet opening. He stopped when he felt his way blocked by my hymen. I opened my eyes to see his handsome face looking at me. I felt so in love with him, just the two of us alone in that beautiful place, in a lover's embrace. 

As we looked deep into one another's eyes, he pushed harder into me. I could feel the head of his hard cock inside me. My pussy seemed to have a life of its own. It was flexing and pulling, trying to get him deeper inside me. As the pressure within me built, I gasped and bit down on my lower lip, my eyes tightly shut, my hips rolling upward, seeking more and more of him. 

When he heard me gasp, Chris pulled back and removed his cock from me. I whimpered in need. My pussy felt so empty without his cock. "Are you okay?" he asked with a worried look. 

"Oh God yes." I whispered as my pussy ached for his cock. 

"Are you ready?" 

"Oh, yes, yes! Please Chris, take me now!" 

He pressed his body to mine and I felt the head of his cock sliding between the lips of my pussy, moving up and gently bumping the super sensitive spot at the tip of my clit. My hips were rolled back, ready to receive him. The head slipped between the lips, separating them, seeking the opening to the warm channel below. It found its path, and I felt my pussy stretching and widening as it began to accept his length. I could feel its rigid hardness as it moved into my body. My arms were raised to caress his shoulders, my legs around his hips, my pussy tilted upward to receive him. 

In he slid, deeper and deeper. I felt every unevenness, every fold, the division between the head of his cock and the shaft as he stretched my passage open for the first time. I felt the head touch the membrane of my hymen, felt him withdraw slightly, then push forward again. There was a tearing sensation, then the pain, oh, the pain! My hands, where they had been stroking his shoulder, clasped into fists, my eyes scrunched tightly shut! I cried out and whimpered as the pain turned to a burning sensation deep in my abdomen and I felt tears leak past my tightly closed eyes. He stopped his movement within my pussy, holding himself still, straightening his arms to push his upper body away from mine while holding his hips steady, his hardness still deep in me, unmoving. 

The pain built to a peak, and then gradually receded, getting less and less intense. He reached over with one hand and wiped away the tears that had pooled in the hollows of my eyes. Leaning down, his lips kissed away the remaining moisture. He whispered loving words in my ears, soothing me, holding me, gentling me, and softly stoking my hair until the pain passed like a dying breeze. The pain was gone. However, the wonderful sense of fullness, of being stretched, of being filled, still remained. Chris lowered his chest until it came into contact with my breasts. This pulled his cock slightly back so that he was not buried so deeply in my pussy. 

"Is it better now?" he asked, concern written all over his face. 

My hands were back around his neck, my legs remained locked around his waist. His rock hard cock was still partially embedded in my slit. For an answer, I flexed my hips upward, driving a little more of him into me, seeking the completion of this glorious act we were sharing for the first time. I felt a sense of fullness down there, a widening of my vaginal canal that this hard male intruder was generating within me. The feelings I was experiencing were those that I had never felt. 

Chris gasped as he felt my flexing hips pull his cock deeper inside me. He understood my actions and moved forward slightly, causing his cock to slip deeper into me. There was no pain, no burning, only a feeling of being opened by him, opened to him. 

He withdrew and thrust forward again and then again. Each thrust stretched me further and further, filling me, bringing a sense of completeness to what we had started. His hips now rose and fell, thrusting his cock into my pussy, each forward thrust of his hips driving him deeper and deeper into my body. 

I looked down between us, seeing the length of his cock withdraw and then watching it disappear into me as he thrust forward, each thrust going deeper and deeper. I watched as the hard hair covered mound above his penis touched the mound above my vagina and I knew he was fully embedded in me. I felt his heavy balls slap into the crease of my ass. There was no pain, no burning, only the glorious sensation of his cock burying itself in my pussy, knowing I was getting fucked for the first time. 

My back arched as the sensations started to build within me moving with hot sweet ripples towards a climax unlike anything I had ever known. He had climbed up onto the desk with me. Lying above me, he was stroking furiously into my open pulsing pussy. My screams of pleasure echoed around the room as his plunging cock claimed what was his. The top of his cock was now rubbing on the tip of my clit as he slid its length in and out of me. The sensations he generated with his movements were swiftly bringing me to orgasm. I threw my head back, my hair flying across both of us as I started to cum, a shout escaping from my lips, my hips thrusting up to meet his downward thrusts. On and on he pounded into me, causing my climax to build and to sustain itself, driving me yet higher. 

As my orgasm finally subsided, Chris grabbed my legs. As he again stood next to the desk, he placed my legs over his shoulders and drove his hard cock even deeper into me. As he hammered his steel-like organ into my open yielding pussy, I could actually feel another orgasm starting to build inside me. This was unbelievable! I didn't know women could have several orgasms like this. 

His pounding became more intense as I felt his cock swell even bigger and start a hot throbbing. He thrust down hard once, again, and a last time. I felt him completely driving his cock into me and holding it there, pressing against the lips of my stretched pussy, mashing against my clit, a grunt escaping from him as I felt the first throbbing spurt of his cum slam into me, driving me to yet newer and undreamed of heights! 

His cum continued to slam into me, spurting from the head of his cock, washing away all traces of pain, of burning, leaving only the sensations of joy and fulfillment. 

At last, his climax passed and he collapsed forward, my arms wrapped around his neck, my legs falling away from his hips to lie outstretched on either side of his body. Our breath mingled as he faced me, kissing me softly, telling me of his love for me. My face was flushed and I felt goose bumps rise on the cheeks of my ass, on my arms, and over my breasts. I pulled his face to me and kissed him deeply, feeling his cock softening inside my stretched canal, starting to slip away. 

He raised his hips slightly and his cock slipped out of my pussy. I felt the mixture of his cum and my pussy juices slide out of my slit, slipping down over my ass and pooling on the desk. I enjoyed every moment of it! 

He gathered me in his arms and kissed me again and again. Never had I felt so cherished or protected as I did at that moment. The sensations that radiated up from my abdomen, spreading throughout my body were wonderful! I wanted this to go on and on, to do it again! I started to move beneath him, pushing my pussy up against him. 

He threw back his head and laughed saying "Not now, not now! Soon, but not now!" 

We did do it again that afternoon, and much sooner than he thought possible! If anything, it was even better the second time! 

I knew I had a man who loved me, wanted me and would do anything to please me. He also knew he had a woman who wanted him and would do anything to please him. 

What we had just experienced was not just sex; it was an act of love. There is so much difference between raw sex and making love. Each has its place, but making love is far better.



The First Time



Her hands rubbed together anxiously as she walked through the airport terminal towards baggage claim. The food court was crowded with an abundance of people, families here and there crowded together and laughter meshed together into one sound. It made her smile to see people so happy, and her heart skip a beat knowing with every step she took, she was that much closer to her own happiness. Nearing the top of an escalator she swallowed hard, tucking a strand of her lengthy curled hair behind her ear. She had yet to look up, but she could feel someone looking at her. As the bottoms of her peep toe wedges hit the floor once more, she was forced to look up and that's when she saw him.

Six foot three, gorgeous mocha coloured skin, and a dazzling smile that made her knees wobble, caused time to slow down for her. Her heart hammered in her chest, her breath came in deep yet quick passes and every step felt like she was floating. Everything around her became swirled, voices blended into a giant intelligible blur and it was as if nobody was around but him. Before she knew it he was there, in front of her, taking her into his arms and spinning her around. Her arms locked around his neck, and she laughed heartily, their lips meeting for the first time.

It was everything she thought it would be. Fireworks exploding in her head, tingling sensations running through her, and the knot in her stomach was so tight with happiness it almost ached. As he slowed the spin and let her slide to the ground, tippy toes tapping lightly against the linoleum, he kissed her once more. A hand cupped her cheek while the other went to her waist, bending her back just slightly. It felt like an eternity that they kissed but soon the giggling of people walking by brought them back to reality.

His hand clasped around hers as he pulled her to the baggage claim area, quickly finding her luggage and together they rolled it out of the terminal. Heading towards a parking lot he adjusted her things in the trunk of his car, quickly moving to open her side's door for her, causing her to giggle and blush with a light huff and roll of the eyes. "Careful Little Girl, you might make me think you're being rude already." He winked at her and she turned an absurd shade of red, looking away from him and quickly taking her seat - muttering a thank you with an embarrassed tone.

The drive home was a lengthy one, almost an hour and a half, and during the ride the radio was turned up and she was peering out of the car window, a DSLR in hand snapping away here and there. As they drove, no more than twenty minutes had passed before the skim of his fingers fell onto her leg. She jumped at first, a loud gasp tearing through the air as her head spun to him, big brown eyes wider than before. 

A beautiful pink hue of a blush spread along her cheeks as she quickly looked away from him. She had expected him to be lewd, to slide his hands up her thigh, to pull up the fabric of the black maxi dress she wore for him, but he didn't. Instead his thumb rubbed back and forth along her leg and she soon settled, relaxed.

It wasn't like she didn't want him, oh god she wanted him. She had wanted him for what felt like years, when the reality was months, but she was nervous. He was different than the others. Gentle and kind, with a patient disposition and she wanted to make sure she didn't screw this up. To her, he felt like her last shot at real love. The kind of love you read about in story books. That perfect match that is out there for someone, that was what he was to her.

Taking deep breaths she tried to calm the nerves in her body as he pulled into a drive through, having assumed she was hungry. She was. Ordering food, he knew just what she wanted and she beamed with happiness that finally someone remembered such a small detail about her. She could dance, kiss him, and cheer all at the same time, but she just leaned over, pressing soft pink lips to his cheek. Lipstick stuck to his skin, and the sticky glittery smear stood out against his darkened skin like just a decoration. That perfect match that is out there for someone, that was what he was to her.

Taking deep breaths she tried to calm the nerves in her body as he pulled into a drive through, having assumed she was hungry. She was. Ordering food, he knew just what she wanted and she beamed with happiness that finally someone remembered such a small detail about her. She could dance, kiss him, and cheer all at the same time, but she just leaned over, pressing soft pink lips to his cheek. Lipstick stuck to his skin, and the sticky glittery smear stood out against his darkened skin like just a decoration.

He was sweet, never moving to wipe it away, instead wearing a prideful grin as if she was a child handing her parent her drawling for the fridge. Taking the food from him and doling it between them they sat in the parking lot talking and eating as if this was something they always did. Being together felt natural and her nerves had melted away. Conversation flowed easily as she divulged details of the flight there, the crazy lady that somehow of course ended up next to her. Laughs were shared as were soft kisses of affection and soon they were on their way home again.

As they pulled into the driveway she just stared ahead, hands clenched in the fabric of her dress. It felt as if she opened the door, and stepped out of the car everything would shatter around her and she turned to him wide eyed. He could sense her fear, reading her emotions as if she was a novel, or a subtitled show. 

Reaching over he stroked her hair gently, fingers combing through the dark chocolate coloured strands. "It's alright, you're home now. I've got you and nothing is going to go wrong." His words were comforting, steady and strong and leaning over he kissed her forehead, the bridge and tip of her nose and finally her lips.

"We're home alone for a few days; my parents are watching the little one." Ah yes, his son, a cute little five year old bundle of energy. The thought of meeting him was nerve-wracking and she sighed with relief that she had at least two days before she had to do it. What would she say? Would he like her? Would they get along? What about when the fact she was staying for good came into play? Ack! Anxiety. She shook her head quickly as if to push her thoughts away, and with a smile she reached over grasping the car door handle and unlocked her seat-belt. It was time.

The air was different than Texas, slightly thicker and less sweet and as she stepped out of the car and closed the door she looked over at him, studying. He was so tall but moved confidently, sturdy. He wasn't too thin and he wasn't heavy, he was perfect. He oozed safe and happiness and she smiled wide at him, causing him to tilt his head to the side curiously. "Nothing!"

They opted to wait to grab her things and coming around he scooped her up into his arms - a bridal carry. "I know you're supposed to wait till you're married for this, but this is important and I want to start on the most magical footing we can have." Her arms hung around his neck, stroking the base of it and she giggled as he took her into the house.

Hours had passed as they did little trivial things, lying in bed together just to stare for a while, exchanging soft and slow kisses here and there. Everything was perfect, set in place and she couldn't imagine a better day happening.

Smiling at her, he placed a finger against her lips, "I have to go do something, I will be right back - you however, stay right here." His words were coated with shenanigans and she squinted at him before shrugging and nodding, watching him slip off the bed and head into the hallway. The ten minutes that passed felt like an eternity and before she knew what was happening she was being scooped up again and carried down the hallway. She leaned into his chest sighing softly, eyes closed as she listened to the steady thump of his heartbeat.

He carried her into the bathroom, which he had filled with candles. Bunches of them sat together, casting a low beautiful glow about, and with the light turned off it was breath taking. With a gentle motion he set her onto the floor, fingers curling into her dress' fabric just as she had pictured earlier, and he pulled slowly letting it puddle onto the floor once removed. His fingers skimmed her body, feeling how soft she was and he looked her over. It was evident she had been trying to lose weight she swore to herself she would, and he smiled to himself for a moment.

She was wearing a matching bra and panty set but that didn't matter in the moment and he slowly peeled the clothing away letting it join her dress in a fabric puddle. His arm motioned towards the tub, filled with vanilla scented bubbles and taking his hand she slowly stepped into it, sliding into a seated position. Fuck, it felt so good. Warm water caressed her body and she moaned with absolute delight as it relaxed her. He helped her sit up, taking a cup and dipped it into the water, tilting her head back and slowly he poured the water over her head and into her hair until it was soaked. Reaching over he grabbed a bottle of strawberry shampoo, purchased just for her, and lathered it in his hands; reaching into her hair to slowly massage and stroke her scalp. Her moans were enough to satisfy him as she closed her eyes and practically hummed with happiness.

His fingers stroked through the strands, water being poured again and again to rinse as he set on washing her body. He stroked her from head to toe, kissing her head every now and then as he practically worshipped her from head to toe. It was different for her. She hadn't felt the caressing safe touch of someone for so long and she could almost weep at the sensation. Before long the bath was over, and he was emptying the tub, helping her stand and running a fluffy towel over her.

Again he told her to wait and he dashed out of the bedroom, only to return moments later. Picking her up he whispered for her to close her eyes and she obliged, nerves raging inside. She knew it was coming, the moment they would become one, and she squirmed against his chest, light whimpers already leaving her lips.

The bedroom was just like the bathroom, covered in candles lit perfectly and it made her gasp. He had even went through the trouble of remaking the bed for her, having made it seem even more inviting with the addition of some pillows. He carried her to the bed, lying her down in the middle and he slowly pulled his own clothing off, joining her. They laid there together for quite some time, kissing softly, his fingers softly sliding along her skin as a hand grasped his bicep firmly. Her breasts were cupped firmly, his fingers finding her nipple and rolling it with a slight tug. 

Her toes wiggled as the pleasured sensation ran through her, all the way down and she arched her chest into his hands for more. Sliding on the bed, he was soon hovering over her, looking down into the beautiful brown eyes he had grown addicted to looking at. She was never one for eye contact, it always made her anxious but this was different. This was a defining moment between them and she smiled at him, blowing him a soft happy kiss. He leaned on his knees, cupping her face in his palms and he pulled her up for a deep kiss. The kiss moved to her cheeks, her neck, collarbones and down. Every few kisses were met with a compliment as he told her how much he loved every inch of her. He took her hands in his, kissing her wrists over scars from self harm to her fingertips which gently scratched at his cheeks.

Her breasts were covered in surgery scars years passed, and he knew how sensitive about their appearance she was, and the shift of her body made him see that she was still nervous about them. He lavished them with kisses, licks and sucks causing her to moan and arch. "You're beautiful, Mine. You know that? Absolutely, without a doubt, stunning." His words made her smile, the heels of her hands pressing against her eyes as she giggled like a little girl. His mouth descended on her body, kissing over her stretch mark covered belly, a place he hoped to place a child and he murmured his hopes for their future against it.

Her heart was soaring as he continued to kiss her to her mid calf, his thumb stroking her ankle before he ascended her body once more. His next target - the sweet nectar covered pink that sat between her thighs. He laid down on the bed, hands grasping her thighs gently and pulling them apart exposing her to him. The first inhale was all it took for his own groan of pleasure to release. Soft kisses trailed on the inside of her thigh as he neared her closer and closer till he was peppering her swollen lips with kisses. His tongue slipped from his mouth, sliding between her folds as he circled the small entrance to her cunt. It was already dripping with sweet cream and she smiled against her.

She tasted sweet, almost like a mixture of cunt and apples and he gently rubbed a finger in his tongues place at her entrance letting it sink into her slowly. Curling it upwards almost immediately he enjoyed the sound of the sharp intake of her breath. A purring moan left her mouth as her hips arched slightly, his tongue rising to circle her clit. She was needy for him, he could taste that much and soon he was trailing his tongue in circles along it. Every pass of his tongue on her clit made her thighs twitch in his hands and soon he was grinding his tongue against her. Her little mewls of pleasure coupled with his now thrusting finger and grinding tongue was a perfectly composed symphony to him.

He rubbed against her inner walls, another finger joining his first as he continue to lap at her dripping slit. She was growing tighter around him; her breaths were turning into pants as he pulled his fingers back till they were just an inch inside of her. It was that one spot she could never resist. The one place that was sure to make her explode. Curving his fingers, pressing upwards he lashed her clit with his tongue rapidly. Her body was squirming furiously, hips rolling against his mouth until she suddenly stopped. Her walls clamped down on his fingers tightly and she cried out, thighs clamped around his head and hand and she practically sobbed with the release.

Thick white creamy girl cum was clinging to his fingers as he pulled them out of her, his tongue moving to swirl around inside, lapping her cum away. His fingers, sticky and white, stroked her already over sensitive clit until he was finished, sliding his tongue once more through her folds and popping his fingers into his mouth for extra clean up.

Her arm laid over her eyes as she took deep heavy breaths, thighs now wide open as she had lost the battle to pleasure. He was incredible, she couldn't remember ever being touched the way he did to her and she made a mental note to show her appreciation later. He slid up onto his knees, the heavy thickness of his cock in his hands tapped lightly against her. The velvet texture of his cockhead rubbed against her clit, causing that electrifying sensation of pleasure to jolt through her once again. She was slick and wet, perfect for him to take and he slowly ground against her.

His hips moved back and forth, coating his length before he took it in his hand and prodded against the entrance. The thick bulbous head of his cock looked monstrous against the tiny little entrance she had and he softly rubbed her thigh with his free hand. "You ready Kitten? I promise to go slow." The way he talked to her, was as if he was taking her virginity - and he was in a way - this was the perfect first time, the one she had dreamed of for so many years, the one she was robbed of and she nodded.

With a slowly gaining pressure, his hips moved forward, and it only took slight pressuring prods to open her up enough for his cock's head to pop into her. It was heaven. The heated core of her body was already clinging to his head as he pushed into her deeper, sinking slowly. The first few inches wasn't that bad, her breath was held tightly in her chest as her fingers grasped the comforter under her body watching him carefully. The way the candlelight flickered on her alabaster skin was gorgeous. It made the paleness she was gifted with stand out that much more against his darker complexion. He reminded her of a light milk chocolate, the delicious kind that you couldn't get enough of and she licked her lips at the thought of tasting his cock.

Suddenly he became thicker, her cunt had to stretch wider and she whimpered. His hand came down to press against her belly to still her, and he began to rock his hips, sliding in and out to relax her. "Shh, it's ok baby. I won't go in more until I have your cunt walls nice and stretched for me." With every word his hips moved back and forth, creating a lovely pace that wasn't too slow or too fast but just enough. His cock was straight, and so his hips had to tilt to rub it against her g-spot and every time his head ground against that spot she squeezed him. His groans were low, graveled and the perfect sound to her ears, addicting like the chorus of a catchy song.

She wanted to make him groan, moan, whisper her name, cry out in pleasure and become addicted to her body and she was intent on doing that. His hands reached up, taking hers into his grasp and their fingers linked. She couldn't hide her face anymore, and she looked up at him. Her eyes felt heavy, as if they wanted to close so she could lull into a deep sleep, but she forced herself to look at him for a few moments more. He looked so content being inside of her, and she rubbed her thumb along the back of his hand. "I love you." Her voice was so soft, the tone one of a girl completely in love.

He grinned down at her, leaning over to place a gentle assortment of kisses to her lips. "And I love you." Their noses rubbed as his hips pushed forward, stretching her around the widened middle of his cock. He often teased her that it was like a knot, something to catch on her tightness every time he pulled out or pushed in, causing them to become linked together at the perfect moment, when her walls would clamp down on him. She thought it would be worse, that pain would come, but he had done such a good job of teasing and stretching her with his length already inside of her, plus the amazing fingering that it was intensely pleasurable.

Finally he rested inside of her body, cockhead wedged against her cervix. He could feel her cervix opening, and the head caught on it every now and then pulling a groan from him every time. Her legs came up to wrap around his hips as he took her, the rhythm like a wave, back and forth over and over again. It was as if he heard a song in his head and was moving to the pace. Every now and then he sped up, drawing gasps, moans and trembles from both of them, only to tease and slow back down.

His goal was to show her that he could make love to her, that it wouldn't take just harsh fast strokes to bring her to the edge and push her over. It was something that she had never been able to do with love making; in fact she never had even made love before. Nobody taking the time to hold her hands like he was, to take her so deeply and slow like he did. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her eyes had closed and head tilted to the side. 

The thin column of her neck was exposed to him and pushing her hands above her head, he leaned down raining down kisses and soft bites. "I want you to cum for me baby, I'm right there, I'm ready to fill you and I want you to cum with me. Can you do that?" 

His voice was gruff, almost cracking with pleasure as he spoke to her. Whispered right against her ear, this of course made her shiver. She hadn't told him just how close she was getting, though the signs were obvious. Her walls were repeatedly clenching around him on their own, over and over again she pulsated around him. It didn't take much longer as he began to thrust just a tiny bit faster in to her. They were groaning together, hips rolling like waves crashing against a shore as they took each other higher and higher.




The First Time



Before they knew what was happening his cock was unleashing a torrent of hot seed against her cervix, trying his hardest to press it past the barrier and into the fertile recess of her womb. Her cunt was clenching around him, her cervix rhythmically pulsating against the head, taking his seed inside and making her feel full. Her walls quivered around his shaft, massaging him as they came together. She had never done that either - reaching the end with someone, it was so intense and powerful and she wanted to experience it over and over again.

As they came down together, he moved to snuggle her, taking her into his arms and rolling onto his side. Her leg draped over his hip as he stayed inside, and with gentle pushing he had moved them closer to the edge. Reaching over to the nightstand he grabbed something and with a slow yet persistent withdrawal, he removed his cock from her clutching walls and replaced it with a plug. He nuzzled her gently, "that's so we make sure my cum stays inside of you, to breed you." He smiled as he heard the gasp, he hadn't told her he had decided he wanted to start trying right away - figuring he'd give it to her as a surprise and with a soft wiggle she laughed.

Happiness, that was what they shared in that moment and soon she was rolled over on her side, back to his chest, his arm draped over her hips, fingers stroking her belly and their heads were filled of the future to come. No regrets, just happiness. Neither of them had ever had such a true, perfect and unblemished love before and they both intended on keeping it forever.



The First Time



I didn't set out to do anything that day that would change my life forever. It was just another workday in downtown Chicago and I had just finished another meeting with a client. However, on this fateful day I walked past an adult bookstore and decided to stop in to check out the hot ladies in the magazines. 

I walked in and was asked to pay a $1 browsing fee. I handed the clerk a $20 and scanned the store to make sure I didn't see anybody I recognized. As I did I noticed the 15 people in the store, all men, and from all walks of life. There were white, black, and Hispanic men that were a good representation of the cross section of people you see in downtown Chicago every day. A few were in suits, others wore casual clothing, and it looked like others had just finished work at a construction site. I also noticed that most of them were checking me out, but figured they checked out everybody who walked in the store hoping they didn't recognize them. At the time I was 25 years old, considered myself to be pretty good looking, and my 5' 11" frame was very fit and athletic looking. As I turned back to the clerk he handed me my change, all in $1's, which I thought was odd. I left the clerk and walked further into the store with the feeling of butterflies in my stomach. What self respecting attorney would be in a place like this, especially in the middle of the afternoon on a weekday. 

I walked to the nearest rack and started browsing through the magazines, happy to find the store offered a much wider selection than the standard Playboy and Penthouse I had been looking at since my early teens. I lingered a while in the section that had the BDSM magazines, but soon noticed the video booths at the back of the store and decided to check them out. With my eyes downcast I walked past a few men lingering by the booths and walked through a door that was ajar along the left side of the hallway. I quickly closed and locked the door behind me and was struck by the darkness and the smell that reminded me of a high school locker room after practice. The room was about the size of a small closet with a video screen at the front and a small chair to sit in. It couldn't have been more than three feet wide and five feet long. However cramped, I was relieved to be away from all the other men and in a place where nobody could see me. 

I put a couple of dollars into the feeder next to the screen and a video came to life. The video playing was a gay porn movie, obviously still on the channel the previous occupant of the booth had been watching. I shook my head and scrolled through the available options until I found one with a black guy fucking a hot looking blonde who was tied up on a bed. I sat down to watch it and started rubbing my hardening cock through my pants. Then I thought "what the hell, I'm alone in here", so I put more money in the machine before dropping my pants and sitting down to stroke my cock in earnest. I really enjoyed watching that girl get pounded by such a large cock and was about to cum when a light from the side of my booth startled me. 

I turned towards it and noticed for the first time that there was a hole in the side of the booth. I looked through it and saw that someone had just entered the booth next to me. My heart was racing as I quickly covered my cock with my hand and hoped the person wouldn't look through the hole at me. As the next few minutes passed and nothing happened I took a quick glance through the hole in the wall and noticed the man in the booth next to me was standing up with his pants down, stroking his cock as he watched his video. I quickly looked away. But curiosity got the better of me and it wasn't long before I was looking again. I had seen plenty of naked guys in locker rooms while growing up, and had watched plenty of porn, but I had never been so close to another mans hard cock. The cock was white, at least 7 inches long, average thickness, and perfectly proportioned.

I was mesmerized and must have looked for too long because I could tell by the movement of the guy through the hole (really the movement of his cock toward me) that he had seen my eye at the hole. I quickly sat back in my chair, but then saw that he had pushed his cock through the hole. It was pointing straight at me and was very close to my head. I stared at it for a few moments, then surprised myself by reaching up to touch it. I brushed it with my finger and saw it twitch. Then I grabbed it and stroked it a few times before removing my hand and trying to pretend it wasn't there. The cock disappeared back through the hole to the other side of the booth where it belonged. I looked back to my screen and felt liberated enough to uncover my cock and continue stroking it. 

The action on the screen was getting very hot as the guy pulled out of the girls ass then moved to her mouth. How degrading for her. As that happened on the screen the cock came back through the hole. Maybe it was the action on the screen that helped me put two and two together, but I suddenly realized he wanted me to suck his cock. No way - I wasn't going to do that. But then I leaned over and kissed it. It wasn't awful, but what was I doing? I kissed it again. Then I grabbed it and licked around the head. Then, Wham!! I exploded in orgasm. I quickly pulled back from his cock as I tried not to get any of my squirting cum on my suit pants, but I was too late and had made a mess on myself. I cleaned up the best I could and quickly left the booth. 

I avoided eye contact with the men lingering in the hall outside the booths except for the man who seemed to step in my way as I was trying to pass him. He was a tall black man dressed in a very nice suit. I looked up at him to excuse myself and he gave me a knowing grin. As I walked out of the store into the bright sunshine of the day I assured myself that nobody knew what had happened. I had merely touched a cock, maybe a little more, but I hadn't sucked it. I wasn't gay and that was the last time I would ever do anything like that. 

Little did I know at the time the blackmail that would follow and the depths of depravity I would be forced to endure.



The First Time



We have been married for over 20 years I often shared my fantasy with you and you ever did was smile. You knew my fantasy, what I wanted to see. There is nothing better to me than seeing you get excited and start to sweat as you get more and more into being fucked. I also love watching you fuck yourself and bring yourself off as you work your wet pussy with Little Travis. (Little Travis is the 7 inch Black lifelike vibrator we recently purchased.)

You told me that you had a surprise for me this morning as you left for work. You wouldn't give me any hint except when you said, "you will love it". I was excited and I couldn't wait to see what you were up to. We both went off to work. You got home before me and got the kids dinner and off to school for the night. They were finishing up their sophomore and frosh year at the local community college. I came home after a meeting and did not see you.

As I went into the family room to put my stuff away, I saw two wine glasses on the end table by your love seat. I put my stuff down and headed up the steps to our room. As I started up the steps, I began to hear some noise from our bedroom. It sounded like you were moaning. I got a smile on my face as I thought about what I would see when I got to the door of our room. I love watching you play with yourself. Maybe you were even using Little Travis!

I got to the door of our room and looked into the bed and stopped dead in my tracks. You were playing with yourself all right but you weren't alone. Standing by my side of the bed and watching you intently was Travis; well at least that was what we called him. We didn't really know his name; at least I didn't think so. 

We had met him at the bar a couple months ago. He was a new bartender and had a great personality and loved to flirt with you and you loved to reciprocate. We slipped one night and called him Travis, he played along and that became our nickname for him. He always seemed to spend a lot of time hovering around when we saw him at the bar. His flirting always seemed to get you worked up and always led to us having mind-blowing sex when we got home. 

Well apparently the flirting was a little more serious than I realized. I watched as our guest started to pull off his clothes. We never were really sure how old he was but I had always guessed about mid 30's. He is a little taller than me and in the shape of a young athlete. As he got naked before you, I watched your head and eyes rivet in on him. Who could blame you? As your moans got louder, Travis pulled down his jockey shorts and showed you what you had been waiting for. 

His big, black, and very hard cock was on display. You could no longer help yourself as you drug him onto the bed with you. As soon as he landed, he latched onto one of your nipples and soon began exploring your obviously wet pussy. It was then that I noticed what you had done. You had gotten waxed...totally waxed. Just a little bit remained right over your clit. You had gotten yourself ready for Travis! 

As you continued to be worked over by Travis, He rose up on his knees and forced your head down to suck on his cock. Without hesitation, you took him as deep as you could. In and out his cock went. 

He looked at you and said, "Suck me deep, that's a good girl."

I heard you whimper as your hand went right to your pussy. As I watched, my hand began to rub on my cock through my pants. I had never imagined anything so overwhelming. I was mad, jealous, horny, and so turned on. It was then that I heard the words I never thought I would. 

You laid back down, still rubbing your pussy, and said, "Fuck me Travis, I need your cock. Fill me up."

Travis held your hands above your head as he called out, "Take my cock you slut, squeeze me." 

He continued to fuck you deep and hard. All of us moaned out loud. It was then that you turned your head towards the door and saw me. You smiled deeply at me and mouthed to me "I love you" and then gave Travis a deep and erotic kiss. The contrast between your skin was incredible. I had never seen anything like it. 

Travis was talking to you now, "Is this what you want? Is this what you have been dreaming of? What do you want...tell me." 

It was at that moment you got even more vocal and told him, "I want your beautiful black cock, fuck me, use me, I want it all."

Travis acknowledging me for the first time said, "What do you want me to do with her?"

I answered hesitantly, "I want you to fill her with your cum." 

Travis then had you climb on top of him as he said, "Pinch your nipples slut, I want you to squirm. "

I pulled off my clothes and began to stroke my cock. As you sped up on Travis, I watched you cum several times and each time was louder than the last. Travis was getting closer and closer. 

"Cum," He commanded you and then looked towards me, "where should I cum?"

"Fill her pussy, I want to see your cum in her," I weakly answered.

I watched as he finished deep within you. You collapsed alongside him onto your side of the bed. 

You looked at me and whispered, "It's your turn, come fuck me!"

I slid my hard cock and put it deep inside you. The warmth of your pussy was incredible. I could feel his cum as my dick slid in and out. I could feel the looseness of your freshly fucked pussy. Faster and faster I fucked you.

Travis mocked me as I continued, "She can't even feel your cock!"

Soon, I was at my limit. I screamed out loud as I filled your pussy mixing my cum with Travis'. As I pulled my cock out of you and looked down at you wet pussy I was mesmerized. You were swollen, red, and dripping cum.

You looked up at me, grabbed my head and told me..."you know what's next" as you pulled my head to your tasty pussy.

How did you hook up with Travis? What happened next? 

Maybe we will find out in another installment some day.



The First Time



There are, I believe, three monumental events in the life of most teenage boys. Graduating high school and turning eighteen years of age are two of these, as both are regarded, in their own way, as making the transition from a boy to a man. However, the third, and certainly considered the most important by those who desire to experience it, is the losing of one's virginity. It is not for nothing that for a young man to lose his virginity to often referred to as "becoming a man," and it is hoped by most that this method of becoming a man will occur before the other two. By the time one graduates high school or turns eighteen, whichever comes first, it is hoped that the loss of virginity has already happened, and that when a young man is thrust into the world, he will not be completely inexperienced in matters of sex.

Because of the seemingly earth-shattering significance of losing one's virginity, everyone has their own story of this occurrence, and it seems that everyone regards their own personal story as one worth telling, for the simple fact that the loss of one's virginity can only happen once, and nothing experienced previously can prepare one for this monumental occasion. But such stories are rarely interesting, due to the similarities of most of them, and the lack of storytelling skills on the part of the teller, with the resulting inability to make the minor details seem greater, and thus, differentiate their own experience from that of virtually everyone else. Simply put, the story of a young man's loss of virginity is only, in most cases, likely to be interesting to himself, especially if the experience of the listener seems eerily similar. For a story such as this to seem remotely interesting, it must be unlike the vast majority of other such stories. My own story, which is soon to follow, will perhaps serve as one such example. I can state, with some assurance, that few can claim a story like my own, and therefore, I believe that it is worth relating.

I must caution the reader that the following story will be difficult to believe, and there is nothing wrong with that. The reader is free to believe whatever he or she regards as reasonable. That said, I also caution the reader that whether or not he or she believes the following story is irrelevant. I am not relating this in the vain hopes that the reader will take the whole story as truth. That is simply not the point. The point of this is to simply inform the reader of an incredible experience that, in many ways, has shaped me as an adult male. The reader is left to their own devices concerning whether or not they wish to regard this story as truth or not.

In the three aforementioned methods by which a teenage male becomes a man, I am afraid that my 18th birthday and my graduation from high school were, respectively, the first and second methods that I experienced. I was never regarded as particularly handsome, or charming, or cool. I was not especially ostracized by my peers, so please do not get that idea. I was not bullied, at least not often, and when such a thing was attempted, it rarely went in favor of the aggressor. It would be most accurate to state that I more or less just faded into the background. I felt rather comfortable there for the most part, but in matters pertaining to the opposite gender, I wished there had been some method by which I could have made myself more noticeable, but no such methods were clear to me at the time. I had had few dates, no real girlfriends, and my high school years seem to pass me by without me learning all that much about the female of the species. 

Like so many others, I consequently got most of my ideas about sex and girls from pop culture, particularly the movies, and in such movies, as the reader perhaps knows well, the loser, geek, outcast, or what not always seems to get the girl in the end. Being young and predictably naïve, I hoped that such would be the case in reality, but let's just say that this was an early lesson on how disparate the movies and reality could be. After I graduated, I felt as though I was a failure, something less than a man if you will. Events, before much longer, would take the reins and thrust me into a situation that I could not have predicted, and allowed me to achieve manhood in not only a rather uncommon way, but in a way that few would believe, and consequently, I have never spoken or written of that day in any real detail prior to writing this. 

About two weeks after graduating, I had begun to relax and shake off four years of tedium and frustration as I looked towards the future and another four years of education. My parents, now that I was out of school, had decided to take some time for themselves, which they rarely ever did, and take a vacation, just for the two of them. They went on one of those tours of Europe that lasts a month, and I was initially quite ecstatic, believing that I was going to have the house to myself for that time, my first real taste of personal freedom. My hopes were dashed when I was informed that they were not willing to leave my on my own for that long, and that they had already made arrangements with a co-worker of my mother's to put me up until my parents returned from Europe. When I heard that I was going to be living for that time with Alice Pike, I was less than impressed. 

Alice Pike (which I confess is an alias) was a divorced woman in her early 40s by this point, and had been a friend of my mother's for at least a decade by that point. I knew her quite well, as she was a regular at the dinner table, both when she had been married and afterward. To say that she had dazzling beauty would be greatly overstating the matter. But that said, she was an attractive woman with darkish blond hair and eyes that somehow hovered between green and brown, and tended to keep her hair in a ponytail. She looked, for want of a better description, more like your favorite aunt than the sexy older woman. But physically speaking, she had a great deal to recommend her, but I had found her uninteresting for any reason other than that, if for no other reason, than when she and my parents spoke, it was about all manner of things that an average teenage boy would regard as boring. We only spoke in the most polite of manners, such as a simple greeting when she came to the house, and a farewell when she left. She sometimes, when my parents were otherwise occupied, asked how school was going, or if I had my eye on any particular female classmate, things of that nature. That was about the extent of our association. I wasn't particularly looking forward to spending a month with her. I had nothing against her, it must be stated. After all, she was a good friend to my mother, and therefore, I had a degree of respect for her. But I didn't know what an eighteen-year-old kid and a forty-something divorcee would do in the same house for a month. I did not relish the slow passing of roughly thirty repetitive days. 

I will not bore the reader with meaningless details, but suffice it to say, my parents caught their flight to London to begin their lengthy excursion, I drove my own car to her house that same day, and knocked on the door. I was shown to my room, a Spartan guest room that likely saw little use, and my month of boredom began. Her house was a nice two-story, and the only one in a cul-de-sac, which allowed for much privacy but probably compounded her obvious feelings of loneliness, to which I attributed her willingness to put me up while my parents were gone. 

I wasn't disappointed at the house. She had a pool in a rather spacious backyard, with a hot tub underneath an awning, both of which I expected to use a great deal. But for the first few days while she was at work, I drove out to my few friends' houses to hang out, play video games, and generally do what young people do. It was the first Friday that she came home a bit early (which did not surprise me, as my mother tended to come home early on Fridays as well). She simply walked in, put her purse and keys on the kitchen counter, just around the time that I was about to head upstairs to change, as I intended to hit the pool. It was an unusually hot day after all, even for early summer. 

"Hey, Alice. How was the office?" I asked.

"Nothing interesting, John. How about your day?" I confess that I use an alias in place of my own name for the sake of maintaining the flow of the story.

"It passed, I guess. Didn't do much of anything interesting. I'm going to splash around for a bit, though. Scorcher today. You?"

"Going to get out of these work clothes and start thinking of something for dinner. I doubt I can cook like your mom can, but I hope I'm not too terrible at it."

"Not at all, Miss Pike."

"Still? You can use my first name, you know. There's really no need for formality while you're here. I'm a friend of your mom's, not one of your teachers."

"Okay, Alice. It's just weird. I never address adults by their first names. Wasn't raised to."

"You've graduated, and you're eighteen. You are an adult, John. It's okay to talk like one." 

That was the end of that conversation. I headed upstairs to the guest room throw my trunks on and grab a towel, partially closing the door behind me. I kicked my shoes off, pulled off my pants and socks, and tossed my shirt on the bed. I stripped off my underwear and dropped it to the floor, reaching for my dark blue trunks at the same time. I had just raised one leg to put them on when, and I can think of no better description, the door flew open. I barely registered what happened next, so sudden as it was, and certainly unexpected. 

I found myself forced into a seated position on the bed with my trunks falling off my leg, with a hand holding the back of my head and another working its way up my other leg, and strong kisses all over my mouth, cheeks, and nose, along with sounds that I had never heard from any source other than a movie. I can only describe it as an unrestrained whimpering, as though someone was unable to contain a severe bout of desperate passion. I apologize for the poor description, but words fail me in this instance. I expect that if the reader has ever experienced a rather intense carnal encounter, the sound in question would be well known to them.

After about three or four seconds, I still wasn't completely sure what was happening. I was surprised beyond measure and even somewhat disoriented, but quickly enough I was able to determine what precisely was happening, though my mind remained unable to grasp the reality of it. 

I heard Alice's voice, deep and passionate, speaking with her lips still pressed against my closed mouth. "Oh my god, John. Give it to me. I need it...I need it so badly..."

My vision, which had gotten blurry around the edges, managed to sharpen in another second or two, and Alice came into focus. She was sitting on my upper leg, rather as though it was a saddle, with her chest pressed firmly against my own. Something seemed to be rubbing with some strength against my chest as she moved, and despite having no experience in such matters at the time, I quickly realized that what I was feeling was her erect nipples moving across my chest.

My only clear thought in those few seconds was, "Is Miss Pike, or rather Alice, naked and rubbing against me? Is this real? Can this seriously be real?"

And it was. But just as I was only beginning to realize the full extent of what she was doing, she seemed also began to take notice of her actions. Her face pulled away from mine and she stared me right in the eyes, her own beginning to fill with tears. Her expression could only be described as utter shock, shock that matched or surpassed my own. Alice stood up quickly, as though horrified, or at least embarrassed at what she had done, and backed away. That was when I saw that, apart from a pair of sky blue panties, she was naked. My penis stiffened completely in barely a second, though I barely noticed the sensation.

In the next second, I was able to unconsciously take in the full view of her. She had surprisingly shapely legs, a curvy body, and firm, sizeable breasts that she quickly concealed as she clamped her hands over them. Looking as though she was about to scream, she turned and ran out of the room. I remained alone in my room, naked, sitting on the bed, surrounded by my clothes, and with my swim trunks on the floor in front of me, for several seconds, still struggling to believe that what had just happened was real, and just what in the hell I was supposed to do know. Stay in my room and see if she wanted to come say something about what she had done? Follow her and try to get her to talk about it? Would either smooth things out, or make things worse? Was there a right or wrong thing to do here, or had she already, in a matter of seconds, pushed things well past such considerations? After ten more seconds (perhaps, even a minute, as time seemed to be moving at a rather odd pace around then), I stood up and grabbed the bath towel that had been lying on the bed, wrapped it around myself, and headed after her, with no idea whatsoever of what I was supposed to do or say. 

I headed out the door and saw that a pile of her clothes was lying in the hall. A pair of beige pumps, a pair of stockings, a blue bra, a white collared shirt, and a gray business suit, dumped on the ground as through dropped there in haste. Still confused and a little disoriented, and knowing that things were about to get a great deal more awkward than they already were, I headed towards her door, which, I quickly saw, was wide open. With my trembling left hand holding up my towel, I walked in and saw Alice, sitting on her bed. 

Her elbows rested on her knees and her face was in her hands, muffling what I believed to be low sobs. She took no notice as I walked in. I had no idea what to do, or if there was a course of action that could defuse everything right away, but I thought it best to assure her that I wasn't going to take any kind of drastic action. Besides, I was not displeased to see how wonderful she looked naked, or close to naked, and I genuinely wanted to see why she had done what she did. All I could do was shoot from the hip and hope that the next three weeks wouldn't involve us hiding in our respective rooms from each other.

I sat down next to her, towel still held loosely around my waist, simply put my arm around her. She had not donned any sort of clothing, though she was largely hidden behind her shaking arms as she sobbed. Alice had not heard me enter, as when I put my arm around her, she almost yelped. She realized I was there and turned to face me, with her hands now clasped firmly over her breasts. Her expression could only be described as apologetic.

"Miss Pike? I mean, Alice? Are you all right? I mean...what..."

"Oh my god John, what did I just do? I...oh hell. I didn't...oh god. I just saw and..."

I tightened my grip around her shoulder. She made no attempt to remove my arm. 

"Alice? What...why did you...god, I don't know what to say. What was that? I mean, what did you just do? Why did you do that?"

"I'm sorry, John. I'm so goddamned sorry...I just...I couldn't help myself. I couldn't stop. By the time I even realized what I was doing, I was already...oh my god, when your parents find..."

"Alice, you really think I'm going to tell my folks? Why in the hell would I do that? I'm not going to do anything, I promise. There's no reason, none at all. Just...what just happened? I mean, did I do something that..."

Alice looked down for a few seconds before looking back into my eyes. The tears were gone, but that apologetic expression remained. 

"It's been so long since I...not since before I got divorced. At least four years since any man...my god. I can't believe what I just did. But it's been so damned long. Your door wasn't closed all the way, and...I just..."

"Just what?"

"I stopped and saw you taking your clothes off. I couldn't look away. I just couldn't. I haven't seen a man...like that...in years. I couldn't look away, you understand? I mean, you were right there, and...goddamn. I just stripped off my clothes and...I wanted it. You see? I needed it right then and there, and..."

I remained clueless as to what she meant, but I didn't want any lingering confusion. Things were awkward enough as it was.

"Alice? You needed...you needed what?"

"You know what I mean, don't you? I mean, I know it's crazy, expecting, or hoping, or whatever, I mean...you're eighteen and I'm past forty. It's ridiculous, I know. But I thought...I mean, by the time I realized what I was doing..."

"Alice, I really need you to talk to me in plain English. What were you trying to do?" Still, I hadn't pieced it all together in my mind.

"I...for god's sake, John. I wanted you. I wanted you to make love to me. It's been so long since I've had a man on top of me...inside me...and..."

"Alice, are you saying..."

"Oh god. I'm so embarrassed. I'm so ashamed of myself..."

"Alice..." At that moment, it came together in my head. I realized what she wanted, and I was surprised then, and still am today, how long it took to figure it all out. It seemed impossible to believe, but there it was. She wanted me to have sex with her. She really wanted it. My mind went fuzzy for a few seconds after this realization, but I forced my world back into focus. I knew I wanted it, too. I saw her mostly naked, and she had a marvelous body. I wanted her, and I didn't want to steer things away from that. If she wanted to have sex with me, I wanted her to give in to it. I knew, or I hoped, that this was my chance, a chance to finally become a man, and not in the usual fashion of young men of that age. I had a chance for my first time to be with an older woman. That's the dream of plenty of teenage boys eager for their first sexual experience, but here it was, possibly about to happen. I remember wondering, for at least a second or two, if it was all a taunting dream. 

"I wanted you, John. My god, I wanted to make love to you. I need it. My body needs sex. I need sex so badly, and I saw you with no clothes on, and I..."

"Did you really want to have sex with me? I mean, did you really want it? Please Alice, please tell me."

"John, I...I did. I really did. But...I'm so ashamed of myself...I know that a young man, a man your age..."

"I don't want you to be ashamed. I want..." I didn't bother finishing my sentence. I doubt that I knew what my next few words would be anyway. I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the cheek. I didn't know what else to do. 

I was surprised when she kissed me back, this time on my mouth. "Do you...do you want me? Do you..."

"Yes." That was all I could say.

"When I stood up, you saw me? Do I have...do you think I have a nice body?"

"Yes. My god, yes. You have a beautiful body." I spoke with utter sincerity. 

"You...you want to make love to me? Do you really want me? Do you want my body? I mean, do you really want to make love to a woman my age?"

"I do want you, Alice. You look incredible. I mean, you're a sexy woman. But..."

"But what?" Her expression was no longer apologetic, but rather curious, as though she was interested in where this was going.

"I've never done this before," I said, without a trace of shame. "I've never been with a woman before. I'm still..."

"A virgin?"

"Yes."

Alice leaned forward again and kissed me on the mouth, and I kissed her back. Gently at first, but within a few seconds, her tongue entered my mouth. I had never experienced a kiss like that before, and I felt myself stiffening again. I got so hard that it was beginning to force my towel open. 

Alice pulled her tongue from my mouth but kept her face pressed against mine. "My god, John. I want it. I want you to make love to me. I want your mouth on me. I want you to kiss every inch of my body. I want to feel you thrusting inside me. I need it so badly. I want to be your first. I want to show you what it's like to have a woman. Let me show you."




The First Time



I thought that it would be physically impossible to get any harder. I was quickly proven wrong. My erection forced my towel open as her hands went around me, exposing her breasts. I knew it was the point of no return. We were going to have sex. It was actually going to happen. 

She looked down and saw my penis sticking through my bath towel. She reached and began to touch it gently, sending a shockwave through my nerves. 

"My god, John. You really do want me. You're so hard...you want my body. You really want to make love to me."

"Yes..." was all I could say.

"I'll show you what to do. I'll teach you how to pleasure a woman's body."

She slowly pushed me onto my back. I inched my way further onto her bed, the towel falling away from me. She laid down next to be, lying on her side, and began to kiss me again.

I said in a low voice, "I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe this."

"Neither can I. I can't believe you want me." She stroked my penis a little harder, but no faster. Every move she made sent a jolt through my entire body. 

"Do you want me to be completely naked?"

"Yes." That was all I could force out.

"Then take my panties off. I want you to see me. I want you to look at my naked body."

She rolled onto her back and put her hands over her head, her eyes closed, her lips trembling, anticipating her first time having sex in four years. My penis seemed to throb, barely able to contain its eagerness. I couldn't believe that I was about to pull off Alice's panties. I couldn't believe that I was about to see her totally naked. I couldn't believe that before long, I would be inside her. 

I got onto my knees and placed my hands on her hips, grasping her sky blue panties. I slowly began to pull them downwards, barely able think clearly, knowing that I would see her vagina, the first I would ever see in my life, along with the knowledge that I would thrusting into her soon. I pulled her panties down until they reached her knees and there it was, completely shaven, its lips seeming to pulse. Without averting my gaze, I pulled her panties completely off and gently tossed them to the floor. Alice was completely naked. My penis throbbed harder. Her eyes opened at that moment.

"Do you like it, John? Do you like my body? Am I sexy? Does it turn you on, seeing me? Seeing your first naked woman?"

I managed to eek out a "yes..." as my eyes moved along every inch of her body. I couldn't believe how beautiful her body was, this woman who had regularly appeared at our dinner table, this woman who was every bit as horny as I was. We both wanted it. We both needed it.

"Lay down next to me," she said, almost purring like a kitten. "I'm going to show you how to please me."

I did as I was told. She took my hand and guided my fingers along the contours of her body, moving from her shoulder to her knee. She then ran my hand from her neck down her stomach, to just above her vagina, and back up. Several times my hand moved up and down the front of her body.

"Kiss me..." she purred. I gently placed my tongue in her mouth and moved my hand to her back. She quickly took hold of it and placed it on her breast. "Stroke my nipples. They're so hard..." I gently began to fondle her breasts, her chest heaving with my every move. I switched from one to the other, watching her face as she exhaled with arousal. Her hand gently squeezed around my penis. "Oh John...I want you so badly. Kiss my breasts. Put my nipples in your mouth. Nibble on them. Please nibble on them. Make me wet..."

I placed my mouth on her nipple, licking gently before moving on to the other. I guessed that I must have spent several minutes just licking her breasts. Although I was quite clearly focused on what I was doing, I still could barely believe that I was using my tongue to fondle the breasts of a sexy, naked, older woman. 

She continued to guide me. "Gently rub your hand down my body. I want you to touch me...touch me there." Now we were getting to it. With her nipple still in my mouth, my hand traced a line down her stomach, slightly dipping into her navel. My hand continued until I felt a thin film of wetness. I couldn't believe that I was actually touching her wet vagina. "Slip your finger inside of me. Please..." I inserted my finger gently, reveling in the moistness that seemed to close around my index finger. She moaned as I slowly moved my finger in and out. Her hand gripped around my erect penis even harder. 

I pulled myself closer and felt my dick press against her stomach as my finger moved faster. 

"Pull your finger out a little, and work it upwards." I did as I was told. "Move it until..." I felt a pulse on my finger as she shuddered and whimpered in arousal. Then her voice rose significantly. "There! Oh my god, right there! Please, massage my clit, please...go slowly...please..." I gently rubbed her clit, allowing myself the amusing thought that, as far as several comedies I had watched were concerned, I had just found something on my first try that plenty of men never get around to finding, and don't know what to do with it when they do manage to find it. I rubbed gently and felt her stomach press harder against my dick. She moaned with pleasure. "Oh my god! Yes! Go a little faster...faster! Oh god, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Don't stop...please don't stop! There it..." Her entire body thrust against mine as I felt her orgasm. 

My mind, deep somewhere in its recesses, told me the plain truth of the situation. I had just made a woman orgasm for the first time. I pulled my finger out and licked the wetness from it. I almost lost my focus as I tasted the sweet flavor.

Alice rolled onto her back and ran her finger down the front of her body until it reached her clit.

"John, I want you to kiss me. I want you to kiss me there. Kiss me where it's wet. But first, start with my mouth and work your way down." I started tonguing the inside of her mouth before moving to her neck as she purred so alluringly. I moved down to her breasts and took her nipples in my mouth again before kissing my way to her stomach. She then rose onto her elbows and asked, "John...on your way down...would you do something for me?"

"Yes?"

"Could you please kiss my belly button?"

I was completely unaware that any woman desired such a thing, but I kept kissing my way down and slipped my tongue into her navel. It was wide and deep, and she kept moaning with pleasure as I worked my tongue deeper and deeper. Her moans did not stop so I kept at it, until at least a couple of minutes passed, imagining what it would be like for both of us when I used the very same method down further. I couldn't wait to go down on her, but continued licking her navel until I decided that it was time to take her fully into my mouth. I kissed my way down to her clit and began to slowly tease it with my tongue. She shuddered with pleasure as I moved faster. I lapped up her wetness eagerly as I put my arms under her legs and held her by the waist, pulling her vagina deeper into my mouth as I drove my tongue harder and harder. She sat up and put her hand on the back of my head, thrusting her hips against my face as I continued to lick her.

"Oh my god! Oh my god, John! Please! Please don't stop! Don't stop! Please! Oh my god, oh my god! It's been so long, it's been so long since a man has had his mouth on me...I'm...god! Don't stop! I'm about to cum! I'm..." She threw her head back and screamed out, her thighs pressing against the sides of my head. She came so hard that her legs felt like a vise, but I did not stop or even slow down. I enjoyed every second, savored every sweet taste of her. Alice thrashed about as I liked her clit faster and harder, as though she was about to throw herself off the bed. I felt her vagina pulsate as I gave one last, strong lick. She fell flat onto her back and breathed heavily. "Oh god...that was...that...that was incredible. No one ever did that like you. You devoured me. You completely devoured me down there. I felt so good...I can't believe how that felt. I can't believe how hard you licked me. I can't believe how hard I came. Every nerve in my body feels like it's on fire." 

I thought it was now time, so I got up onto my hands and began to move forward, positioning my dick to enter her, but she looked up at me and said, "Not yet. Get on your back. Lie down. Let me take care of you."

Knowing what she meant but not having expected it, I rolled onto my back as she got onto all fours and kissed me fully on the mouth, driving her tongue deeply. She peppered me with kisses all the way down until I felt her hand gently tighten around my erect penis.

"Lie still."

I could not believe the sensation as I felt her lips slowly engulf the head and slowly work up and down my shaft. I never believed that it could be like that. It was beyond anything I had ever even dreamed. Alice lightly grunted, as she took me deeper into her mouth with what seemed like a great hunger. I tried to lie still but found myself shuddering, both with ecstasy and the jolt of realization that this was the first time that I had ever experienced a woman's mouth on me down there. I simply could not keep still, but she kept gently sucking me, as though she had all the time in the world. After what seemed like forever, she began to move faster and faster, and I felt as though I was about to convulse until I broke into pieces. I was afraid that I was about to cum in her mouth and that my first time would end there, but I was a long way from that. She stopped and lay down next to me, smiling as I huffed and puffed, unable to fully grasp the intensity of what Alice had just done. 

"Did you like that?" She asked.

"Oh my god, yes. I can't believe how that felt. It was..."

"Are you ready? Are you ready to really become a man? Do you want to be inside me? Do you want me to climb on top of you and make love to you?"

I had a sudden flash of realization. "I don't have any..."

She knew instantly what I was about to say. "No, you won't need one of those with me. I had myself fixed when I was still married. This is your first time. I'm your first. I want you to know what it's really like, what it's supposed to be like. I want you to know how sex is really supposed to feel. I want you to feel how wet I am. I want you to know what it's like to cum inside a woman. I don't want you to miss a single sensation. Oh my god, I can't wait any longer. I want you right now. I want you inside me. I...I want to make love to you right now. I need it. I need it so badly. It's been so long. My body needs it. I'm going to take you right now. I'm so horny..."

Alice climbed on top of me, sitting gently down with my dick sliding alongside her curvy ass. She looked down at me and held her hands behind her head.

"Look at me, John. Look at me. Look at every inch of my naked body. I'm about to take you inside me. I'm you're first, and I want you to remember every detail. For the rest of your life, I want you to remember every second, every sensation. I want you to remember how hard it made you to look at me. I want you to remember how sexy you think I am. Look at me. I want you to remember what it feels like as you slowly slip inside me for the first time. The moment you're inside me, you're a man. My god, it's making me so much wetter knowing that I'm the first woman to make love to you. I'm so horny, knowing that an eighteen year old wants me, wants my body, gets hard looking at me naked. Oh god, I can't wait anymore. I need it. I need it now."

I looked her up and down, taking in every inch of her naked body, just as she had said. I knew that this was a memory that would never fade. I had, by then, heard it said everyone remembers every detail of their first time, and I promise you, I clearly remember how Alice looked as she took gentle hold of my dick and slowly lowered herself onto it. I could barely contain my excitement as I entered her, which seemed to me to be akin to my dick being engulfed by warm oil. Alice and I both moaned with pleasure as she fully took me inside of her. This was it. I was a man now. My virginity was now a thing of the past, courtesy of a lonely, horny, divorced woman. I throbbed as she slowly began to rise until I almost fell out of her, but she slowly lowered herself again until I was completely inside of her. She sat upright and held her hands flatly against her ass as she slowly picked up the pace, moaning a little louder with every second.

"Oh...oh...oh my god, it's been so long since a man's been inside me. It feels so good...I can't believe that you want me so badly. Oh my god...it's so deep. Do you like it, John? Do you like it? You're a man now. I'm your first. I'm so happy to be your first. Oh...oh!"

"It feels incredible, Alice. I never knew it could be like this. You look incredible naked...my god, I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe that we're..." My words trailed off. Maintaining a clear thought proved to be impossible as the tight, warm sensation caused my whole body to shudder. I held onto her waist with both hands, helping to guide her movements. Alice began moving faster and faster, causing my dick to pulsate.

I had heard, largely from one TV show or movie or another, that the first few times, a young man can't hold his load in for too long, and that for all the bragging of losing one's virginity, or the cherished place it holds in one's memory, in reality, it turned out to be a rather brief affair. But that was not me. Alice rode me for several minutes, bouncing up and down until she leaned forward, placing her hands on my shoulders, and begin driving her hips forwards and backwards rather than up and down. 

"Oh my god, John! You feel so good! Oh...I'm so wet...you're so good in bed..."

I, meanwhile, couldn't say a word. She continued riding me until she fell backwards, almost screaming, landing gently on her back as I fell out of her.

"Oh...I came so hard. I don't think I ever orgasmed like that. You felt so good inside me..." After a few seconds, she repositioned herself and lay down next to me. "I want you on top of me. Slide yourself into me. I want it so badly. I want you to make me cum some more. My whole body's quivering. Please, I need you inside me. Make love to me."

Barely able to move but still managing, I climbed on top of her and slowly positioned myself between her shapely legs, hoping that, while in control, I could pleasure her and make her cum more than she already had. This was my first time being on top of a woman, and I hoped that I could give her what she so badly needed. I was able to slide deep into her, both of us moaning as I did.

"Oh god, John! Oh you're so deep! Oh, make love to me. I want to feel every inch...oh! Move a little faster...that's it! Oh, it feels incredible! Oh you feel so good! Please...don't stop!"

I never knew sex could feel so amazing. Over the next few minutes, I picked up speed until I was thrusting so hard and fast that she writhed on the bed beneath me, alternating between moans and screams. My dick felt almost engulfed by her tight wetness. I was, by this time, sweating considerably, still barely able to believe that I was now a man.

"Oh god! I'm cumming! I'm cumming again! Don't stop! I'm cumming so hard! You feel so good! I can't believe this is your first time!" She shuddered as she ran the sole of her foot up and down my calf. "Ah! I'm...I'm still cumming!" She thrust her hips upwards as she orgasmed. 

"Oh Alice, I can't believe how this feels! You're incredible...you look so hot..."

"John...oh! Are you going to cum soon?"

"It's happening soon..."

"Let me get back on top of you. I want you looking up at me, looking at my body when you cum. Please, let me finish us on top. Please..."

I pulled myself out of her and fell on my back, unable to contain my anticipation of her riding me until we finished. She quickly climbed back on top and took me into her, grinding me harder and faster for a couple of minutes until she was screaming in ecstasy. 

"I'm cumming again, oh my god! Please John, please! I want you to cum! Please cum! Cum in me baby, cum deep inside me! I want to feel you cum inside me! Please! Give it to me! Cum for me!"

As she ground against me, I realized that there was no hope of containing it any longer. I grabbed her waist and pulled her down hard against me, keeping myself fully inside of her. I shot deep inside her, feeling as though I was filling her completely as I came. My back arched until she seemed to be almost a foot off the bed, her knees no longer even touching the mattress.

I let out a loud, almost pained grunt and she wailed, sliding around on top of me and I pulsated inside her. 

"There it is! Oh, I can feel you cumming in me! Oh, it feels...oh! Yes! Cum inside me! Oh!"

I emptied myself into her and fell back flat against the bed. Alice looked positively exhausted as she sat back down, with me still inside her. She almost fell down onto her back next to me as we both moaned while my dick slowly slid out of her. We were both huffing and puffing, barely able to speak or think. I felt almost covered in her wetness. It was several minutes before she spoke. She took my hand in both of hers and rolled onto her side to face me.

"I can't believe what we just did. Oh, it had been so long, too long...I needed it. I needed sex. That was incredible...I came so many times. I almost forgot what it was like to have a man inside me. Thank you, thank you for making love to me. What about you? Did you like it? Did you like your first time?"

"Oh god, I did. You're amazing, Alice. I can't believe how that felt. I couldn't take my eyes off your body. You look so hot naked. It feels so good inside of you..."

That was as far as I got. It was still mid-afternoon, but as I finished my sentence, I realized that she had fallen asleep. For the next few minutes, I stared at her body, running my fingers up and down every inch of her before sleep took me as well.

Alice was the first to wake up, it having gotten to about eight that evening. She gently shook me awake, but it took a few seconds for reality to seep in fully. As I shook off the grogginess, I found myself wondering if I had just experienced the greatest dream of my life, along with the disappointment that a dream was all that it had been. But as the world came into focus, I found myself looking at a beautiful woman's naked body. No, it had not been a dream. 

"It's about eight, John. Wow, we really seem to have tired each other out."

"Yeah, I guess we did. Wow...I..."

The movies had given me the impression that the aftermath would be extremely awkward, as though for days we wouldn't be able to talk about what happened or look each other in the eye, with one or both of us expecting that it could be pretended that nothing had happened at all. As with so many other things, the movies had proven to be a poor method of predicting reality. There was actually nothing awkward about it. I stared at her as she smiled, stating back at me. If there was a sliver of regret in her, she did nothing to display it.

"Thank you, John. My god, I was so embarrassed when...after I stormed into your room. I...but I'm glad I did it. I just needed someone to touch me again. It had been too long. Sex was never as amazing as it was with you. I can't believe what happened. I needed it so badly."

"That was incredible, Alice. I mean, what can I say? I always dreamed about my first time, but I never thought that anything like this could happen. But I do have to ask, when you charged through the door, what were you trying to do? I mean...what was that all about? You totally caught me off guard."

"About that...well, it's been so lonely the last few years since my ex-husband left, since he started sleeping with some other woman, one a lot younger than me. When I found out, she wasn't much older than you are now. I felt used up, like no one needed me for anything anymore. Like no one would ever want to get me in bed again. I didn't have any ideas when you came to stay here with your folks out of town, so don't think that. But with your door partially open, I just saw you out of the corner of my eye...I couldn't help myself. I got so horny in just a few seconds. I lost all restraint. I stripped off almost all my clothes and by the time I even realized how crazy I was acting, I was already on you. I was so embarrassed that all I could do was get out of there. When you came in here and...well, talked to me, and started kissing me, and realized that you wanted it too...god, I got so horny. When I realized that we were about to have sex, I was so thrilled. I've been horny for so long. But you were incredible. I know it had been a while, but you were so good. First time or not, you can really pleasure a woman. I came so hard, I came so many times...I don't remember sex ever being like that."




The First Time



"I can't believe it myself. I never even had it before, but I can't believe it was that good. You were incredible, Alice."

We still had three weeks until I went home, and, rather than just letting that one incredible afternoon remain a single entity, Alice asked me a question the next morning that caught me by surprise, a pleasant surprise that is.

Over breakfast, she asked, "Do you want to do that again? I mean, it would be a shame for us to have all this time alone and not use it. I'm going to want you again. What about you? Do you want to go to bed with me again?"

Needless to say, I answered in the affirmative.

The following Friday afternoon, she got back a little later than she had before, and I found out why. She had stopped to by a new bathing suit and after changing out of her business suit, she walked into the living room wearing a plain white T-shirt and a pair of gym shorts.

"John, it's been seriously hot the last few days. I thought we might hit the pool tonight. What do you think?"

Just after the sun went down, we headed out back. I was already wearing my swim trunks, but she took off her shirt and gym shorts and showed what she had bought earlier that day. Alice was sporting a purple bikini, and confessed to me days later that she hadn't worn a two-piece since she had been about thirty. It had only been one-pieces after that. But we splashed around for a while but we both knew what we were really doing there. Alice ducked underwater and resurfaced right in front of me, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me deeply. 

"Let's make love, John. Take me inside. Take me to bed and have me. I want you. I want to feel you inside me."

I kissed her back, and feeling as though I had the initiative, slid my hand down her purple bottoms and began fingering her clit. She sighed lightly and my hand moved faster. 

"Oh John, my god. You really want me, don't you? I want it. Take me inside and make love to me..."

"Oh, it's too late for that," I replied.

"Too late for what?"

"Too late to go inside. I want you right now." I reached around her and untied her top, letting it float away. Before Alice even realized what was happening, I reached under the water with my other hand and untied her bottoms. 

"You want me in the pool? I've never done this in a pool before."

She pulled off my trunks and began stroking me as I kept massaging her clit, the warm water obviously increasing the sensation for both of us. She backed against the side of the pool, letting her legs flow to the surface as I held her by the waist and proceeded to go down on her. I kept it slow and she kept her volume down, but when her whole wet body shuddered, I knew she had orgasmed. The warm water of a heated pool and the fairly hot night air made the whole scene somehow more erotic. I kept at it until she came again, and I could tell by the heavy moisture on my tongue that she was incredible aroused. I stopped and let her feet touch the bottom of the pool again. It took her a few seconds to regain composure.

"My god, John," Alice uttered. "You really want me right now, don't you?"

"Yes...yes I do." Without warning, I took her legs and pulled them upwards, wrapped them around me and slowly entered her. She bobbed up and down on the water, leaning forward to kiss me several times. We went for several minutes, during which she came more than once, before I came inside of her. But the evening wasn't over. After a little more splashing around, during which she made no attempt to recover her bikini, we climbed out of the pool and collapsed on a couple of padded lawn chairs. 

On another night, about a week later after I got back from an afternoon of hanging out with a friend of mine, I walked in, dropped my car keys on the kitchen counter, and walked into the living room to see if Alice was there, hoping that perhaps, she might be in the mood. I found that she had, in a sense, beaten me to it.

Alice was lying on the couch, wearing a pair of red panties and nothing else, furiously masturbating and using her other hand to massage her nipples.

"Wow, Alice...you're..."

"I was waiting for you. I got so wet thinking about you." Alice kept her eyes firmly fixed on mine as she increased her speed, working her hand in her panties until she yelped in orgasm. 

"Come upstairs with me, John. I want to make love."

So it went. We made much use of our time at her house. We had sex in the pool, and in the lawn chairs near it, and in the hot tub several time. We showered together, made love on the couch, and during this time, she taught me a great deal. I learned a lot about pleasing a woman, and by the time I went home, I felt like an expert. For the rest of that summer before going off to college, I thought about that month at Alice's house a lot, wondering if sex could ever be like that again, and if I could ever please a woman as much as I pleased her. Alice came over to my folks' house a time or two, and I would state that we did a good job keeping up appearances. We didn't glance too long or anything of that sort. But I wondered if she thought about that time at her house as much as I did.

A week before I went off to college and to the next phase of my life, I began saying what few goodbyes needed to be said. I hung out with a couple of friends and so on, but one night, I told my folks I was going over to a friend's house for while to play video games and so on, and my folks, obviously, didn't give the matter a second's worth of thought. The sun had already set as I pulled into Alice's driveway. I needed to see her one last time, if for no other reason than to thank her for making a man out of me, and for everything she had taught me, which, I hoped, would carry me far when I actually managed a few dates and perhaps some carnal experiences in college. I had a great deal for which to be thankful, and time had more or less run out to express my gratitude. 

I rang the doorbell, with Alice answering a few seconds later. She was wearing her business suit apart from her suit jacket and her usual pumps.

"John? What brings you here?" She stood aside to let me in and closed the door behind me. 

"I'm heading off to school in a couple of days. I just wanted to say thanks. Thanks for everything."

Alice led me to the living room couch where we sat down. She took my hand in hers.

"I'm thankful too, John. Sex with you was amazing. I needed it, and I keep thinking about how it was with you. I still masturbate a lot thinking about you. No matter what happens, I'll never forget the feeling of you inside me."

"After I go off to school, I don't know if I'll ever see you again, but I wanted you to know that you were incredible. I'll definitely apply what I learned from you."

Without warning, she leaned forward and kissed me for several seconds. "John, we should make love one last time, if you want. Take me upstairs. I want you to do everything you did to my body that first time. Come upstairs with me. I'm getting so horny right now."

In a matter of seconds, I went from normal to full mast, and I eagerly followed her upstairs where we made love, doing all the same things, and in the same order, as we had our first time together. Afterwards, we lay in bed, with me staring at her naked body, knowing that every woman I would ever sleep with would automatically be compared to Alice. I kissed her several times before I got up to get dressed and head back home.

"Alice, it was a hell of a time. Again, thanks for everything."

Alice winked as she worked her hand down her stomach. "I'll be thinking about you."

And that was it. I was off to college and Alice Pike became a memory, and certainly among my favorites.

There is a post-script to this story, that requires telling in minimal detail. 

My freshman year of college, I somehow felt more confident, and I knew that I had Alice to thank for that. I didn't fade into the background as I had in high school. I was more outgoing, smiled more, and that paid dividends. I got together with woman I shared a class with. She was Rhiannon Shaw (another alias), my age, with brown eyes and light brown hair, and we seemed to hit it off and began dating for a while. After a short span of time, it was decided that it was time to consummate our relationship, but with roommates, we had to find someplace for the occasion, so I sprung for a hotel. Rather than get bogged down in details it should suffice to state that I used just about everything I learned that month with Alice. Rhiannon was utterly surprised (as her faced showed repeatedly) at the things I did to her, how well I did them, and for how long. 

The next morning, she said to me, "Well, fuck. That was insane, John. I expected that it would be some major fucking, but that's not what you did. We didn't fuck. We seriously made love."

"Yeah, well that's the only way I know, and the only way I care to."

"Well fuck me, where did you learn all that?"

"Here and there." That was all I said.

We were still dating my sophomore year when I took a weekend and visited my folks, just to say hi. My mother, in the middle of coffee, asked, "So John, you remember Miss Pike, right? Alice Pike?"

I played it off as though I only remembered her somewhat. After all, she was a co-worker of my mother's who showed up for dinner on occasion, right?

"Miss Pike? Yeah, a little. What's up with her?"

"She's married now. About six months ago. She and her new husband just put their house up. They're moving to his new job out west in California. She seems happy. Haven't seen her this happy since before her divorce. She'll be over in a few days to say her goodbyes. She's already quit at the office. Shame. She was a pretty good friend. At least she's happy now, huh?"

"Yeah, mom. We should all be so lucky."

"So, tell me John, how are things between you and that girl Rhiannon you've been dating?"

Rhiannon and I split up a few months after that visit and I had a share of one-night stands and short term relationships that meant little until I started dating someone else, someone who saw me through to the end of my college years, until she went in one direction and I went in another, as is the way with relationships in college. I had what can only be described as my fair share of sex in the few years that followed until I found the one who made me give up all the others. Her name is Shana Prince (which you've already guessed is an alias, I assume), and now, it's been ten years with her, as I was twenty-six when we got together. We have a house together but no kids, and not for lack of trying. I've done a fair job keeping her happy, including in the bedroom, and everything I learned that month from Alice Pike has proven extremely valuable in please Shana. When Shana once asked how I lost my virginity, just after she explained her own first time, I already had made up a few things, and said them to myself so many times and for so many years that sometimes I even can fool myself. That, as was intended, it what makes it so credible, but in the end, it was all just a story I came up with because everyone has a story about their first time, and I just needed something to say. The truth, in this particular case, I kept for myself. 

But the truth is that I was made into a man by a woman named Alice Pike, who taught me so much about pleasing a woman, and gave me some of my greatest memories. I still think about her. How can I not? After all, no one ever forgets their first. And I do, as she said, remember every inch, every curve, every little feature of her naked body.

That was eighteen years ago now, meaning that, as I am thirty-six, it was exactly half a lifetime ago that I spent that month with Alice Pike. She would be sixty now, or thereabouts. I hope that she's still with that guy she married who took her to California. I hope she was happy. As much as I cherish that time I had with her, I know that there's something rather unfortunate that a woman in her early forties had to charge into a guest room nearly naked to begin kissing an eighteen year old. She deserved better than to have to resort to that to feel wanted. But because of how lonely she had been, and how badly she needed someone to go to bed with her, I believed then, and believe now, that she needed me as much as I needed her. 

As I said at the beginning, you can choose to believe this story or not, or believe certain parts of it while regarding other parts as too unlikely. In truth, if I heard this same story from another, I doubt that I would believe it, so I don't blame the reader if this is regarded as nothing but a work of fiction, or perhaps retroactive wishful thinking. That being said, whether or not you believe this story is irrelevant. I have never once spoken of Alice Pike and that incredible month, not to my friends in college, not to any woman I slept with afterwards, not to anyone. Writing this is the first time I have related this story in any sense. Prior to this, it was all just a memory that existed in my mind, and perhaps, in Alice's as well.

No one ever forgets their first time. Everyone has a story about it, and few are particularly interesting, because the stories all sound too similar, and teller tends to lack the storytelling skills to distinguish his own story from a thousand or a million others.

But now you know mine, and I have told it in the detail that I believe it requires. 

Perhaps the story, however, only means so much. Perhaps the rest is up to the one who tells it.

Take care, Alice Pike, wherever you are.



The First Time



For my first story, it seems only fitting that I relate my first experience in public nudity. This one took place a long time ago now. I don't recall my exact age at the time... upper teens, probably had just turned 18, but still in high school.

A little backstory before we get to the good stuff... At this point in time, I lived in a small, but tightly-packed neighborhood, along with one of my friends. My house was pretty close to the center of the neighborhood, but my friend, Mick, lived at the edge. He had neighbors to the right and directly across the road, but that was it. Behind his house was a small space the landowner used for dumping, and to the left was a large, open area known to us simply as 'the park'. It had a dirt road that cut through the center, a basketball court in the corner closest to Mick's neighbor across the street, a clear patch opposite the dirt road and next to Mick's place that was suitable for playing football or baseball -or any other similar ball games, and a small playground opposite the entrance (comprised of an old metal slide, a few swings, a tire swing, jungle gym, and two of those... I don't know what you call them, they have a seat and handles, and the whole thing is on a large spring that lets you rock back and forth). 

The edges of this space nearest the ball-field and by the playground were ringed by a small wood, 50 to 80 feet deep by the playground, with a cornfield on the other side, and significantly deeper past the ball-field, with the dirt road winding off through it from the far corner. The side opposite the cornfield was taken up by Mick's and his neighbor's houses and the little 'dump'; and the remaining side was lined half by more woods (about as deep as the cornfield side before it met the north road into the community) and half by another three houses. I should note that all the houses bordering the park could see into it easily; there were chain link fences and a few trees on the side with three houses, but no other impediments.

On this particular summer night, I'd gotten the okay from my parents to go spend the night over at Mick's place, as a couple other friends were doing the same. A couple guys, a couple girls, and his sister Kris was also having a friend over, so nobody's parents really cared much. The girls didn't show up though, but our friends Jerry and Will did, as well as Kris's friend. But while Kris was sleeping in her room along with her friend, the rest of us had pitched a tent out in the backyard, so it was basically going to be just me and the guys, as well as Mick's brother Pat. Which wasn't a big deal for us - I wasn't into any of the guys, and they all knew it.

We passed the evening uneventfully. We'd all eaten dinner before we'd arrived, sat in the living room playing video games until Mick's parents kicked us out of the house, played kickball or something until it got too dark to see very well, then dragged a bunch of dead sticks and treebranches up from the dump and played at swordfighting until we'd broken most of them and we were yelled at to be quiet and go to bed. Of course we didn't. But we pretended to, at least for a little while. We filed into the tent and quietly chatted and used flashlights to read comic books and giggled like girls over a smutty romance novel somebody had checked out from the library, and subsequently taken a highlighter to all the Adult passages. A while later we snuck out, listened beneath the parents' window until we were certain they were asleep, and wandered around looking for things to occupy ourselves. Peeked into a few windows, tapped on a few less before running away, continued our swordfights at the far corner of the park where we wouldn't be overheard... I don't remember much of what else we did. Ended up wandering back to the tent. Pat crawled in and fell asleep while the rest of us milled about, trying to figure out something to do. 

I forget who came up with the idea, but somebody suggested Truth or Dare. I know, not the greatest idea to play with a bunch of boys, but we were sooo bored. Nobody picked truth, we all knew each other pretty well, nobody really had any secrets worth telling, it was boring. The dares started off pretty tame; go knock on Kris's window without being spotted, go alone to do the same to a neighbor's window, eat tree bark, whatever. Each one escalating slightly beyond the one before it, as the game tends to go. I think Mick had to poke an unfriendly dog down the street with a stick, somebody else had to throw a rock at the house of an old lady none of the neighborhood kids liked, and so on.

Inevitably, we started coming to the risqué dares. First, Jerry dared me to drop my pants. Initially I said no, but of course that drew a series of complaints and taunts from all of them, especially so because I'd refused an earlier dare. You probably know the deal: "come on, it's just a game", "why are you even playing if you're not going to do it?" accusations of being a wuss or chicken, being double-dared and double-dog-dared, and so on. Eventually, I gave in and did it. Red-faced, I undid my jeans (I still wore jeans back then. Girl clothes, even) and, as quickly as I could, I pushed them down just below my knees, then pulled them right back up. Even that got complaints though. They said it wasn't good enough, or that it barely counted. I was indignant enough to get them to grudgingly accept it though, and we moved on. As it turned out, they didn't end up letting it go. 

For the next dare I was given, I was to drop my pants again, but this time I had to push them all the way down to my ankles and stand back up straight and count out a second ("One-thousand one", "One Mississippi", etc.) before I'd be allowed to pull them back up. I wasn't happy about it, but to avoid another chorus of bitching, I did it. I remember I was wearing a light blue pair speckled with tiny yellow flowers. That was my most embarrassing moment up to that point. Excluding the previous dare, it was the first time a boy had seen me in my panties. Not only that, but all three of them were given a good look. And I'd deliberately shown them, no less! My face felt like it was on fire. It had to be obvious to see I was blushing, even in the low light. Especially so once the flashlights were pointed my way.

But... it was also extremely exciting. As I said before, I wasn't interested in any of them, but still... feeling their eyes on me, locked on my underwear, my bare legs, knowing that they were all likely imagining me with even less on... I could feel myself blushing even more than I had already been, I had goosebumps from more than just the cool night's air, and despite being more exposed to the chill, my loins felt warmer than they had been. I started to calm down once my pants were back up and re-fastened, but I noticed the guys were still staring. A little higher this time though. I looked down to see that my nipples were hard, quite visibly with my lightweight top. I blushed again and crossed my arms over my breasts, to much disappointment.

Revenge was mine when my next turn came around. Jerry had to ditch his pants and run a lap around the house before retrieving them. After that, indecent dares were slow to be proposed. They targeted each other as often as me, so nobody was singled out more than anybody else. I'm still not sure if they were actively trying not to gang up on me, or just taking things slow for fear of retaliation. Either way, a few turns of tamer dares went by.

When the next salty dare came up, Will dared me to give Mick a kiss. I know it was nothing big, but it was uncomfortable. I wasn't that intimate with any of them, and I like my personal space. I tried to get away with just giving him a quick peck on the cheek, but they weren't having it. So I figured if I had to do it again, I might as well have some fun with it. I went for the same spot again, parted my lips slightly, and hesitated just before making contact, exhaling with just enough force that he'd only feel a light, warm breath caress his skin. His posture went rigid and he started breathing somewhat heavier. I watched the others out of the corner of my eye, and their expressions were fairly amusing; about how they looked when looking at porn. Then, instead of kissing Mick, I bit him. Not a big one, but I made it pinch. He yelped and jumped in surprise, and the others cracked up.

But then Mick dared Will to grab my ass. I was shocked enough that he would even make that request that Will almost took me by surprise while I was still gawking at Mick. He never stipulated that I had to allow it though, so I dodged that first groping hand and spent the next few minutes running around the yard, ducking behind any and all obstacles I could put between us, swatting at him any time he got too close, and spinning around at the last minute so he wouldn't get my butt. But all that twisting I did left him pawing around between my hips and upper thighs more than a few times, and one time I narrowly avoided being grabbed in the crotch. I had to quickly throw my hips out backward to dodge that one, and while I was off-balance he caught me in a bear-hug. He managed to slip a hand down to squeeze my ass just as I slipped out of his grasp. Because I was quick to move away, he didn't get a good grope or anything, but it was enough to spread a big dumb grin over his face and leave me plotting against both him and Mick.

The next several dares are pretty hazy now. I remember somebody had to lower his pants around his knees and do a lap around a house down the street while hopping around and hooting like a gorilla. Pretty funny until a porch light came on, hilarious as we all ran away - because of course we had followed to watch; had to make sure he really did it, after all. We took a trip to the other end of the neighborhood so another of the guys could strip down to his underwear and run down the street, whooping a couple times and waving his clothes over his head. Neither one of my doing, remarkably. Few of the others really stand out.

One of the ones that did came when Mick dared me to let him touch my boob. I wasn't as surprised by this point that something like that came up, but still didn't like it. I sucked it up though, stuck out my chest and waited for the inevitable nipple pinch or grab of my entire breast. He then informed me that it would be a skin-to-skin touch. I didn't argue. Shooting him my beast death glare the entire time, I grabbed onto my top's neckline with one hand and pulled it down some, and used my other arm to push up my breasts, giving me some decent cleavage. Keeping up the glare, I sternly told him he could touch only one. He looked a bit unnerved -probably already worried about how he would pay for this dare- and tentatively reached out to poke a single finger to the top of my boob. And he just left it there, so after a couple seconds I decided he was done and swatted his hand away and fixed my top. I don't recall how I retaliated... it must not have been a very good one.

I know none of these sound like much yet. It was a lot for me though. I was young, and as I'd said, this night was the first time a boy had seen me in my panties. It was also the first time one had touched my breast or bottom, other than accidental brushes. I hadn't even had a boyfriend yet; or a girlfriend, for that matter. I was venturing into all new territory.

Eventually, they came back to me with a brazen challenge. As we stood around the tent, I was dared to strip naked, go over to the park, and sit on the swings for five minutes before being allowed to come back and redress. Just the notion of that brought my blush back and put it in overdrive. Although, it did sound exciting. My privates warmed, and I had to cross my arms over my chest again, this time managing to get them up before my tits made a spectacle of themselves. But modesty won out, and I refused. They worked really hard to sell it, but this dare was provocative enough that name-calling wasn't going to get them their way. Soon enough, they started trying to cut a deal, scaling back to make it seem less racy. First they promised not to look. Convincing, I know. 9.9 Then they cut my time on the swing to two minutes, rather than five. Better, but still a no. A couple more concessions that I can't recall at the moment, then Mick volunteered to do it first, for the full five minutes. I gave no promises, but let him go do it. We all turned our backs and listened on to a lot of rustling cloth and a periodic flop as each garment was tossed to the ground. He announced when he was done, and the rest of us backed up until his clothes were in front of us -evidence that he really did it- and we listened to his receding footfalls. We waited as he went to the playground, and he gave a single, short whistle, a signal we'd worked out to tell us he'd reached the swings. Then we gave him a five minute countdown. At the end of it, one of us sidestepped out where we thought he'd be able to see and waved arms to signal that his time was up. Then the signaler rejoined us and we waited for Mick to come back. It seemed to take a while, but eventually he declared his return. We moved forward again, putting his clothing behind us, and we heard more rustling cloth, accompanied by complaints about the cold. When he finished dressing, the attempts to get me to do it resumed.

With only a little more prodding, I gave in and agreed. They all stood together with their backs to me and I, keeping an intent eye on them to make sure nobody peeked, started removing my clothing. It was a slow strip, taking more and more effort to take off each successive piece. A moment to work up the resolve to start, and I began with my shoes. I took my socks off quickly, not wanting to soak them in the dew-filled grass. Dropping my pants to the ground wasn't that bad either, since I'd already done it twice that night, though it took more effort to step out of them. I spent a few moments preparing myself for the next one, and was about to continue when they startled me, asking if I was done yet. Practically yelled a NO at them and, when I was sure they weren't about to turn around, pulled off my panties. That was quite the feeling; being bare-bottomed outside for the first time, with other people mere feet away, never mind that they had their backs turned. They still knew I was stripping. I spent a significantly longer time with my hands around the hem of my shirt, somewhere in between preparing to lift it off and pulling it down to ensure it covered me. 

In that time they asked a couple more times if I was ready yet, each time getting another no until I worked up the courage to go on. I stopped pushing the hem down and began to pull it up, shivering as I felt my hips bared to the night air. Both embarrassment and excitement grew as I raised my shirt, knowing full well that all it would take is a quick glance over the shoulder and one of the boys would be able to see my exposed slit. Seconds later my midsection was uncovered, but I hesitated as the hem reached my chest. Another moment collecting my resolve and I resumed, reaching up and behind myself to peel the top up over my back. I quickly passed it over my head, so not to give the boys a chance to peek when I couldn't see, and hugged the shirt to my chest. I gradually pulled my arms out, continuing to hold the fabric close. Another long few moments passed as I worked up my nerve, and finally I dropped my shirt onto the pile that was the rest of my clothing. I didn't wear a bra that night. I normally didn't, but I wished I had, just for that little bit of extra security, even though it would've just been another garment to work through. But it was too soon! I should have still had something more to take off, but already my breasts, my nipples, were exposed to the world, it seemed.

I was naked. Standing bare-ass nude with people... people who knew me - horny teenage boys- just a few short feet away. One step and I could reach out and touch them, or vice-versa. Outdoors, to top it all off. I covered myself with my hands and arms as best I could, took a few steps back, and nervously told them I was done. They started backing up, and my heart raced with each step they took, as first they neared, and then passed by my clothes and gathered around them. I could hear them snickering and whispering to each other that a girl -that I!- was naked right there. I could almost feel their eyes locked on to my discarded panties. The wind was cold, but I was so warm. The heat filled my face, my chest, burned between my legs. I was light-headed, breathing hard, able to think about nothing else but my nudity, about how little effort it would take for the guys to see me completely naked. My tits were so hard, poking against my palm and forearm more firmly than I'd ever thought them capable. I could feel my pussy gathering moisture.

Shivering with excitement, my heart pounding, I turned and started off at a brisk pace. I wanted to run, to get away from the boys and find comfort in my nudity by myself... as much as I could outdoors, anyway. But without shoes, I had to pace myself or risk stomping down on jutting rocks or any of the number of broken sticks we'd left strewn around, or slipping in the wet grass and exposing my bare skin to the cold dew. The cold air I could ignore, but getting soaked in the dew would turn the thrill into misery. It took me a minute to realize I was still covering my front bits as I hurried away, despite having my back to the guys. I looked back to make sure they weren't peeking -luckily they weren't, not then at least- and I swapped my frontal coverage to hide my ass as well as my hands would let me.

I soon reached the couple of trees at the end of Mick's yard and spent another moment hidden in that last bit of cover, looking around wide-eyed to make sure nobody was at the park, or around its edges, and nobody living next to it was in their yards or even in sight. I carefully checked and rechecked, and checked again, and maybe once or twice more before working up the nerve to step out from the brush around the tree, into the ballfield. I went back to covering my front at this point, more concerned that somebody might suddenly appear ahead of me than anyone coming up from behind. With every step I felt more and more exposed, and my heart beat faster and harder. I was terrified, but so turned on! I abandoned my modesty and let my hands shift away from my privates. My breasts, previously hugged tight to me, eagerly slipped out of my arm's embrace, my nipples grazing my forearm as my boobs jiggled into place. I let my hand brush over them on its way to my side, pressing down on each erect tit and letting it bounce back up as it was passed by, and trailing my hand down my ribs and hip to my thigh. The fingers of my other hand briefly caressed my clit as I drew away my last bit of cover, causing me to shiver and gasp. This hand slid down to my thigh as well, leaving a thin trail of my own juices in its wake. I rubbed along the inside of my thighs as I walked, then ran my hands back up to my breasts, briefly lifting them and letting them jiggle back into place again, then forcing my arms to stay out to my sides.  

By now I was more than halfway through the ballfield, nearing the dirt road. I was out in the open, totally exposed. The moon was out, I could see easily enough, which meant anybody else could too. Five houses looked out on the field I was standing in; it would've been so easy for somebody to see me. I slowed as I reached the dirt road., crossing over it carefully. Now I really wouldn't be able to run, if somebody did appear, for fear of harming my feet on all the rocks. It turned me on all the more.

The road gave way to the pebble-filled ground that marked the playground. It was thick with those tiny rounded pebbles that used to be so common on playgrounds -I don't know if that's still the case- that even barefooted I wasn't uncomfortable in the least walking through them. I approached the swingset, picked out a swing and felt bold as I seated myself facing the majority of the bordering houses. The seat was cold on my naked ass, it coaxed another gasp from me. I picked up my feet and let my weight and the breeze rock me back and forth for a moment, before realizing I still needed to signal the boys. I looked back, surprisingly still not seeing them trying to get a look, and gave a short, sharp whistle. I started counting in my head, but stopped before getting very far, too distracted to be terribly concerned with how long I had to be out there. I started swinging in earnest, enjoying the feeling of the cold wind rushing through my hair, over my bare skin... every inch of skin. That was new. Now I was starting to feel the cold, but I was just getting more aroused and did my best to ignore it. I started thinking about more things I might do while I was out there, to maximize the experience. 




The First Time



I thought about passing through the thin slice of woods to the road - not the dirt road that cut through the park, but the actual road - and walking down the middle of it, where anybody who came along would be sure to spot me. I fantasized about going over to the houses I faced, of climbing over their fences and striking provocative poses in their yards, of pressing myself against the cool metal or plastic of their doors, peeking in the windows... especially the one house that still had a light on. It was dim and inconstant, like a TV. I didn't worry overmuch that that person had any better a chance of seeing me than anyone else though; because of their light, any chance glance out the window wouldn't have offered much, and their attention would've been focused elsewhere anyway. If anything, it just made things more exciting, feeling like there was that little bit of extra risk.

I settled for staying in the playground though. I figured as long as I remained nude and as exposed as the park left me, it wouldn't matter if I got off the swing early, so I slowed myself and slid off. Looking down at the seat, I found that I'd left a streak of wetness where I'd been sitting. Mortified, I tried to wipe it off, succeeding in getting most of it up, but smearing the last vestiges of it all around. Abandoning the attempt when it became clear I wouldn't get it all off, I wandered over the the jungle gym: what basically amounted to a large, cylindrical cage of steel bars wide enough apart to climb through, with a pole in the center and a few connecting bars spiraling at different heights at the top. Taking another look around, mostly toward the boys, I climbed up to the top, walked along the second highest bar, using the highest to keep my balance, to put myself near the center pole, then pulled myself up to sit atop the highest point. It was so much colder on my ass than the swing had been! And while a little further away from the houses than I had been on the swing, I felt even more exposed. The slight elevation made the wind stronger; more icy fingers caressing my bare skin all over. And again, my feet made taking cover impossible to manage quickly. If somebody happened along, I wouldn't be able to just drop down and run off, nor could I just slide down the center pole with the spiraling bars in the way. I'd have to either swing down to each of the bars below me and then slide down the pole, or I'd have to shimmy along to the other end of the bar I sat on and climb down to the ground. Either way would still leave me inside the cage. I'd have to slip out between the lower bars before I could even start towards gaining any cover.

I pulled one leg up and swung it over the other side of the bar, straddling it, pressing my dripping cunt fully to the cold metal. And holy fuck it was freezing! And so stimulating! I couldn't help but to give a small cry at the sensation; the mere touch of the ice-like bar nearly made me come. I soon found I was rubbing myself against the metal, but with the shock past, it didn't do anything more for me. Other than the knowledge that I was making things worse for myself if somebody came along; in addition to all I'd just pointed out, now I'd have to lift my leg up and swing it around to the other one, which would give any potential passerby a great look between my widespread legs.

Nobody did show up though. Needing something else to titillate me, I opted for the slower climb down the side of the cage, reveling in the momentary vulnerability it offered. Next I made my way to the spring-ride (you know, usually a horse or a motorcycle or other such thing, with a seat and handles, all affixed to a big spring that lets you rock back and forth), playing with my hard tits in one hand, and lightly teasing my oh-so-wet clit with the other. Keeping watch on our tent -easily visible from my new position- whenever I could keep my eyes open, I sat on the nearest one, pressing my soaking twat to the nearest point that gave me the contact I needed, and started rocking. After all the build-up, it felt so amazing to have a more... tangible? stimulant... the rocking motion, the full contact with a surface I was unused to having grinding to my pussy... I moaned and whined, and came too soon. I still needed more. I released one of the handles, which meant I couldn't rock as hard, but it was okay. I put my newly-freed fingers to work, playing with my clit, slipping up inside me as I continued to mash however much of my cunt as I could to the rocking seat. 

It was so hard to keep quiet. I was terrified that the boys might hear me. And yet, the prospect that they might only further aroused me. I imagined that they would hear me gasping and moaning and crying out little sex noises and come to investigate -maybe thinking something was wrong, maybe knowing exactly what they would find- and coming upon me, seeing me, without a stitch of clothing: totally exposed... utterly, gloriously naked, sitting on a little rocking horse and masturbating to the motion. I pushed my fingers in deeper, moving them and my hips in cadence with my mount. I soon surrendered my hold on the remaining handle, further slowing the rocking, but instead running my free hand over my body, groping my own ass and caressing, squeezing, pinching my breasts, and putting my legs into the motion as I rocked my hips atop my other set of fingers. 

Now I imagined that the boys were right there, watching me as I fingered myself. They were close, wouldn't miss anything, but I didn't care. I let them watch. I didn't cover myself, didn't slow, didn't stop. They watched my breasts bounce up and down, saw every motion as I groped myself, witnessed my most private of places as I showed it to them, my fingers spreading my soaking wet twat and thrusting in again and again; my come dripping onto the seat, on my hand, running down my bare, spread thighs... let them see my face in my intimate expressions of ecstasy, as I'd bite my lip and gasp and moan in embarrassment and pleasure. I'd rise on the little horse's stirrups, legs still spread and give a full view of my cunt as I came, let them watch as the muscles in my vulva contract, as the new come flows out. I'd hold my lips open as I continued playing with myself, screaming as I came... Caring not at all as they begin to touch me, groping my ass, stopping the bounce of my breasts to squeeze them, to pull on my so-hard nipples, reaching fingers between my legs to feel the wetness I've smeared all over myself, drawing up the inside of my thigh to touch my heaving pussy...

I came again.

I couldn't keep myself from making any noise, but I did manage to keep quiet enough that nobody would have heard me. My orgasm peaked and I stopped playing with myself. I looked back to the tent and found to my relief that nobody was in sight. It felt like I'd been out there so long, my time had to have been up. I got off the springy-horse and started making my way back. No longer lost in the grip of lust, my embarrassment came rushing back. I crossed my arms over my privates again as I passed out of the playground, sheepishly wondering how long I'd been out there, and whether or not the boys had tried to signal me to come back. Had they tried and given up when I didn't answer? Were they so entertained at the thought that I was out there nude that they would just leave it to me to stay out there for however long I would? Or maybe they were watching and had been enjoying the show too much to stop me? At that last thought, I scanned Mick's property line more carefully, trying to spot any hiding peeping-toms, but still couldn't make anybody out.

I started out across the ballfield. Once I'd passed several steps into the grass, I sat down in it, the freezing moisture of the dew bringing the redness back to my skin. I spread my legs beneath me as best I could and wiggled my hips around, doing what little I could to wipe away my come. I rid myself of some of it, though not all, and had to pick off a few pieces of grass. But I felt better for it.

As I started moving again, I kept finding my attention drawn to the top of the road, to the point where it left the residential street and entered the park. At first I thought it was just caution, keeping an eye out there to make sure nobody made a sudden appearance. But then I found that warmth returning within my chest, between my legs, and I started veering toward it. I was no longer covering myself so much as touching myself again. Feeling suddenly audacious, I dropped my arms away from myself and, keeping to the grass to avoid stepping on sharp stones, I started jogging along the side of the dirt road, headed for the regular street. I was in full view of Mick's house, as well as his neighbor's across the way, approaching them from the most outlying route. I hunkered down a bit as I ran, trying to make myself smaller and thus more difficult to see, but doing nothing to obscure my breasts bouncing with each stride, or my bared loins. I made it to the edge of the park without incident, and slowed to pick my way over the few rocks that separated me from the asphalt street. There were no streetlamps to light me up, but I could see the whole length of the road until it bent out of sight fifteen-to-twenty houses down, and every house in between. And felt like their inhabitants could see me. I knew it wasn't true, but still felt myself getting moist again at the thought. I took a few steps down the road, looking to the nearest houses as I watched for people. There was nobody on this side of Mick's house, no lights on. Same for the neighbor across the street, and the next house down. As Mick's front lawn came into view though, I found the boys wandering around, talking quietly among themselves. 

My heart leapt into my throat, and I ducked back out of sight, waiting, listening, making sure I hadn't been caught. They hadn't seemed to, but before I could feel any relief from that, I noticed they were headed in my direction. Still in a panic, I left my hiding spot behind Mick's parents' cars, leaping over the stones at the side of the road as best I could, ignoring the pain that welled up from those I didn't clear, and ran back around the other side of the house to the tent, finding the pile of my clothes unguarded. I picked out my panties and practically jumped into them, cringing a bit as they immediately plastered to my wetness and were soaked through. Hearing the boys approaching again, I hurriedly grabbed my pants and threw myself into them, wanting to hide the state of my legs and groin from them. I fumbled a bit in my haste, but still managed to get them on quickly, and was just pulling my top into place as the guys rounded the corner. My return prompted a round of quiet applause, a low wolf-whistle, and a lament that they hadn't arrived in time to watch me dress. Then I was asked what took me so long. Apparently they'd tried to signal me a few different times, but I hadn't noticed. I flushed again and broke out into a momentary cold sweat, thinking they somehow knew what I'd been up to. I managed to stammer out that I'd been too busy watching the other houses to make sure nobody was watching me. I nearly cringed as I watched their faces, waiting for them to share a knowing expression to give them away, but they seemed satisfied with my answer. My heart finally stopped racing. But the night wasn't over yet.

I can only recall one last dare. And again, I don't remember who put it forward. It was quite the unique one, in that it was a communal dare; we all had to do it, and at the same time. It required all four of us to lower our pants and sneak through several of the neighboring properties. It was decided that each of us would take turns leading the way through two lawns, front and back, before the next person would take over. We'd go over four, cross the street, and loop back around. I was elected to take the first lead.

So I shoved my pants back down, and the others followed suit. I took the lead, hoping that I'd dried enough that the boys wouldn't be able to tell how wet I'd been earlier, or be able to smell it on me. I crossed the first yard, bent over, as it made walking easier with my pants around my knees. It also brought my blush back, sticking my butt out with the guys right behind me. Especially when the excited whispers started. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but I knew their eyes were locked on my ass, could almost feel them reaching out and pretending to grab me, making other such immature gestures with lewd grins plastered on their faces.

Halfway through my turn, one of them built up the nerve to give my butt a little slap. I turned and gave him such a bewildered glare (as if saying "Did you really just fucking do that?!" without having to have actually spoken) that he immediately retreated to the back of the group. He looked sufficiently cowed that I left it at that. We continued on.

Just before we finished the next length of lawn, I felt a finger hook over and under the waistband of my panties, pressing into the top of my buttcrack. It started to tug, and I yelped and jumped in surprise, trying to quickly get away. I realized I'd only made things worse for myself as I felt the fabric pulled down, the whole of my ass hanging out the back, slipping out to say hello to the three boys who were already staring at it. I was just happy I'd no longer been bent over by that point. I was pretty sure they'd only see my buttcheeks, and not anything else. I hoped not, at least. I immediately pulled my underwear back up. 

They seemed quite pleased with themselves, snickering and high-fiving, one of them giving another low wolf-whistle; until I whirled around and they saw the rage on my face. I yanked my pants back up, now able to swiftly cross the short distance to the retreating Jerry, who had been the one right behind me, and I punched him in the gut -opting for that since his lowered pants would've got in the way of a kick in the jewels. He doubled over and cradled his stomach, groaning apologies. They all promised it wouldn't happen again, and said I wouldn't have to finish my turn in the lead if I didn't stay mad and quit. I made a show of grudgingly agreeing, and we continued, the boys taking the lead.

Secretly, I was turned on again. The warmth had been slowly returning as I'd felt the others staring at me, bent over in my underwear. And now, for the first time, somebody had seen my bare ass.

Hanging in the back where they wouldn't see me, I peeled my panties down. At first just letting my ass out, but soon I got bolder and pushed them down to hide in my pants, letting my hands, reaching down to hold my pants at knee height, hide my cunt from the boys' view. I moistened again at the notion that I was bent over, slinking through peoples' lawns, sticking out my bare ass where anybody awake could look out a window and see. Or that the guys could turn and look at me, and might notice my bare hips. I let a hand rise up between my legs and started massaging myself as we walked, biting my lip to keep from moaning. I was so hot. I wanted to peel off the rest of my clothes, or at the very least let my tits out. I looked down, and they were pretty close already. My top wasn't all that low-cut, but bending over gave me more cleavage than I was used to at the time. I just had to shift my shoulders just so, and one of the thin straps of my top -already somewhat out of place since my posture wasn't letting it bear the weight of my shirt- slipped off my shoulder and exposed a little more of me. From my vantage point, I could see down my shirt, see just the edge of my areola peeking out of the fabric. I puffed out my chest, letting just a bit more slip out, but my nipple caught on the hem and wouldn't make an appearance. Just as well, I would've been too afraid of somebody turning back and seeing anyway.

I intermittently fixed my top and pulled my panties back up so I could mess with the guys. I'd creep forward and yank on somebody's underwear, or give them a swift smack where he'd be weirded out thinking it was the next guy back, as I'd quickly dart back to my spot in the procession. Then when nobody was watching, I'd resume playing with myself in the back of the group, inflamed at the thought that they had no idea I was exposing myself and masturbating right in their midst. Before we'd made it to the last turn, I pulled my panties back up and came into them, so to have less to drip down my legs as we moved. Lucky thing I did too, because I let out a soft whimper as I climaxed, and Mick heard it. He turned and asked if I'd heard that, apparently not realizing it was me. I shot my hand back down to my pants, and pretended I hadn't heard anything. 

We passed a few more houses, sometimes stopping to peek into an open window when we came across one. There was one, the boys maintained that somebody was having sex. I looked, but couldn't see anything. Then a light filled the room, and we all raced off as best we could with pants still around our knees.

Pretty soon after that (if that wasn't our final dare... as I said, I don't remember anymore) we got bored again and finally retired to the tent to sleep away what was left of the night.

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So that was my first experience with public nudity. I'd never felt anything like it before, and it was SO exhilarating. It was something I'd revisit for years to come. So if you liked what you read, you should revisit me too, and get the next story. ;) See you soon.