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Innocence Lost

By: Jake Lost



It was late at night and my shift was over. I just worked a double at the nursing home and was happy to go home. My husband was not going to be home so I felt I would have some private relaxation. 

When I tried to start my car the engine wouldn't turn over. Now what would I do? Just then this doctor pulled up to see what my problem was. It was Brad, a gorgeous, muscular doctor who all the women wanted. The only problem was that he knew it. Brad had a reputation around the nursing home and all of the nurses liked to talk about him. Brad was a player and he wanted to bed everyone. Brad always flirted with the women at the nursing home and liked the challenge of trying to bed married nurses or those who were involved with someone else. Rumor had it that he was very well endowed and great in bed. Brad was so cocky that it was hard for me to take him. What he had in looks he lost in personality. 

Brad rolled down the window and asked me what the problem was and I said I did not know. Brad checked under my hood and said I would need to take the car in. He offered me a ride but said he was going to get a bite to eat at the local bar and grill first. If I wanted he said he would drive me home after. With my husband gone I didn't have much choice. I was in a hurry to leave work since they might ask me to stay on if I hung around. I figured I could stomach Brad's macho talk enough to get home. 

We ordered some wine and waited for our meal. The bar and grill was very busy and after a few bottles of wine on an empty stomach I was starting to feel it. I had noticed all the women gawking at Brad and I must admit that he was very attractive. If he wouldn't talk, he would be almost perfect. When Brad suggested we leave I was right behind him. I must admit I was looking at Brads ass as we walked out of the bar. The alcohol was taking away some of my inhibitions as I liked the feeling of power I felt as I was with the man all the women were staring at. I smiled as they gave me dirty looks, thinking that I was 'with' Brad. 

I was a little startled and somewhat nervous when Brad took me to his apartment. he said that he could fix up a meal in no time and that since my husband was out of town I had nothing to rush home to. I wasn't sure of this since Brad was such a player. The drinking made him tolerable and I couldn't believe he would actually be interested in me. I naively accepted the invitation. Brad poured us a drink and we started to make small talk about work. He then put some light music on and retreated to the back room. 

I had a feeling that Brad might try to come on to me but I nervously felt in control even though I had been drinking. I started thinking about the situation and was fantasizing about what it would be like to be with another man since I had never done that before. I loved the fact that I had only given myself to my husband but as I got older I sometimes wondered what another man would be like. I had no thoughts of finding out but it was interesting to think about it. I nearly dropped my drink when Brad came out of the room wearing what he called his lounging outfit. He wore these little cut off sweatpants with a draw string and nothing else. His well chiseled body went almost unnoticed since I couldn't pry my eyes off his tremendous bulge in the font of the sweats. I could tell that the rumors were true and he was massive. 

Anxiety filled my body as he strolled off into the kitchen. I could tell by the look on his face that he knew I checked him out. His egotistic smile was just the thing I hated about Brad. As he fumbled around in the kitchen I was thinking about an excuse to leave. Brad started talking about the nurses at the nursing home and about how sexy we looked in our uniforms. 

He said they made him feel hot and that one day he took Patti, a single nurse I worked with, into the boiler room on a break and had sex with her. 

I was wearing the standard nurses uniform. The one piece outfit hugged my little body tight. The laundry was piling up at home so I wasn't wearing a bra or nylons but I didn't feel he could notice. I stood up a looked in a full length mirror to see for myself. My nice hard chest looked impressively inviting as they were being held hostage by the buttons on my uniform. I noticed my nipples had become enlarged and were trying to pierce out through the cloth. I was impressed with how I looked and felt sexy. 

I started to feel nervous as Brad was talking about sex and I was feeling light headed. I felt for the first time that something might happen that night. I followed my marital instincts and was going to get out of there. 

As I started to turn around, Brad grabbed me in a powerful embrace. His rock hard body was tight against mine and I couldn't help but be turned on by how well my breasts fit under his massive chest and above his rippling stomach. I couldn't talk, I was feeling this rush of sexual tension like I never felt in my life but at the same time knew it was wrong. Brad was actually making a pass at me, a happily married woman. I was in a nervous shock as Brad slowly leaned in to kiss me. His powerful embrace held me tight as I couldn't escape his tight grasp. My whole body tensed as Brads warm lips touched mine. Our lips melted together as if they were becoming one. 

I tried to pull back but the empowering embrace made it impossible. At first I resisted but it was surprisingly feeling good. 

As Brads lips were pressed tight against mine, I started to feel a hot sensation deep within. He parted his lips and slid his tongue against my mouth. At first I resisted but the energy rush was so hot I felt like I was going to pass out. I parted my lips and allowed his tongue deep inside me. His warm tongue slowly entered my mouth as I stood motionless. He warmly licked my teeth and mouth as I was fighting for some sort of control. I wasn't kissing back but I was not stopping him either. He was passionately sucking and licking inside my mouth as I was losing control. 

I never liked this man but feeling powerless under this boiling passion I felt, I raised my tongue. When our tongues met it sent a shock wave shivering through my body. I was beginning to lose control of my inner sexual power. I passionately licked his tongue back as we started to deeply kiss each other. I didn't think of my husband or anything else as I was so turned on by this incredible sensation. We relentlessly ran our tongues across each other as we continued to be locked at the lips. As we feverishly frenched I could feel my panties moisten as my angelic mound was gushing. 

Nothing else was on my mind but this powerful kiss. As he pulled his tongue from my lips he started to lick my neck. His warm breath and wet tongue was triggering a deep sexual desire inside of me. Somehow I muttered to him that I was married and couldn't do this. Brad knew how I felt about him as he continued to suck on my neck. As good as it felt I knew I couldn't let it go on much longer. Brad re-entered his tongue into my mouth as we started to kiss wildly again. I couldn't get enough of him as he again made his way down my neck. I knew I couldn't allow this to continue since I really started to feel turned on. I again told Brad to stop. Brad magically licked my neck and the warmth of his mouth on my erogenous zone did not allow me to notice his hands on the buttons of my blouse. 

I again tried to pull myself from this carnal spell but by this time he had unbuttoned the top of my uniform, releasing my tight fun bags. My ripe melons were beautiful and inviting. He knelt down and took one of my inflated nipples into his mouth. His warm tongue licked across my swollen nipples, sending me into a sexual confusion. My cunt was so swollen and wet as he sucked my tits like they were his lifeline. Brad sucked one, then the other. It felt strange yet hot to have a forbidden man who I could not stand milking my silky smooth jugs. At this time my body was so filled with passion I became weak at the knees. Brad had sucked my tits to the point of full erection. The blood rushed to this hot zone and filled my breasts.

I thought I was going to explode with hot passion. Brad lifted me off the ground and held me as he continued to suck my tits. The sheer power of this man holding me in the air as my tight body fed his hunger made me feel like his sex slave. My ripe melons looked huge in proportion to my small waist and expanded rib cage. Brad licked my tits up and down and was starting to have his way with me. I felt like his pleasure piece of meat as he rested me on his couch. As I laid on my back, he was already taking my uniform off. I felt like this was a chance to stop this erotic heat. 

As I laid there fully exposed except for my little white panties, I thought about how I secretly wanted another man at least once in my life. I also thought about the fact that Brad kissed and told and that this might not be the right situation to experience another man. I was torn inside since I probably couldn't have another man as hot as Brad. 

The thought of Brad bragging about having me and the thoughts of what this could do to my marriage, allowed me to whisper out that I couldn't do this as he was now trying to take my soaking panties off. As passion continued to fill my hot zone I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to have another man taste my love and that thought sent my mind in a naughty fit of desire. The crotch of my panties were unwilling to leave my warm treasure as the joy juices were flowing relentlessly. As I looked at Brads determined face I thought who did he think he was taken this pure maiden and poisoning her with his sexual prowess. 

As Brad wrestled my panties off, the exotic feeling of being totally nude in front of another man sent a shiver up my spine as instinctively my legs spread open. The smell of my sex was thick in the air and my soaked pussy was looking for more. I could not believe I was letting Brad sex sonar find my heat. I was powerless in anticipation of his oral attack, I again whispered out in a frantic but orgasmic way that I couldn't do this I am married. 

As Brad went for the prize my heart was racing. In the same motion he took my swollen cunt lips against his mouth and let his tongue in to probe. This primal carnal moan ripped out my lungs as his hot tongue split my cunt lips and entered my pussy. He sucked and licked inside of me. I thought I was going to explode as Brad took in all of what I had to offer. He drank from my cup as I offered all the love juice I had. Brads warm tongue penetrated deep into my inner core as he hungrily ate me out. He licked me deeply as my pussy was on fire. 

Thoughts to stop quickly escaped my mind as I wanted Brad to eat me out. I couldn't keep still as a new man was tasting my love. My body was quivering and instinctively started to buck. Brad was licking and sucking my g-spot and I was overcome by this sensual feeling erupting inside of me. I had never felt like this before. My tight little cunt was in spasm. 

My body was burning and I grabbed Brads head and was burying his face into my drenched love cave and I started bucking wildly. Brad was licking my clit as I moaned like a women in heat. Sweat was pouring from my body as I was yearning to be entered. Would I let another man's rock hard member enter my private canal? That question was being answered by Brad. He was sending my body into a sexual frenzy as his face was buried into my drenched pussy. Brad was relentless and experienced as he knew exactly what a woman wanted.

He continued to run his tongue through my lips and to the prize. I was thinking at the same time that I couldn't do this but then again this powerful man was in charge. Brad lifted my pelvis and exposed my deep seed. Brad hungered me and I felt a nervous excitement as I knew exactly where this was leading. This experienced stud ate me out like he was starving. I bucked wildly but was contained by Brads powerful grip. I realized I was losing the battle with my primitive sexual urges. 

As Brad rose up to get in the position my wet pussy was pleading for I felt a glimmer of doubt. As I sat up facing what now was bulging so hard that no fabric in the world was strong enough to hold it in, Brad leaned in and whispered that he desired two things in this world, One was my innocent married mouth around his mammoth pole. 

As the passion filled my body to the point of thrusting explosion I argued within myself that if I were to suck Brads dick I might be able to quench my thirst and satisfy this stud without allowing him to launch his love missile into my craving shuttle. The prize was in front of me and I would be lying if I said I wasn't dying to see what another mans rock hard cock looked like. I was well aware of the rumors and I was craving to see for my self. I pulled the draw string and was hit in the face with the likes of which I had never seen. I was looking up on a man whose muscular physique was complemented by the biggest dick I could ever imagine. 

It was a good ten inches long and had to be the size of a baseball bat wide. Brad was fully erect and waiting for my answer. Up to this point I never was very excited to go down but Brads massive meatpipe was very inviting. As I was gasping with erotic heat I slowly moved in. I was out of control with my enlarged pussy screaming for action, I was totally turned on to this mammoth missile. 

My husband had nothing like this. I was being mentally tortured. I wanted to stay true to my husband. I wanted him to be the only man who I tasted. I was all of the sudden craving a cock. Like a magnate, I was being pulled in and the heat of my fiery passion that burned within I couldn't stop. I secretly begged for my husband to understand this power that was rapturing my thoughts. I leaned in and opened my mouth. The swollen head of this shaft needed more room. I opened my mouth as far as I could and took in his head. Brad moaned in 

delight as I was fulfilling his first goal of conquest. I started to understand that I was becoming all that I despised but I couldn't control this primal need that I had. My body needed this dick so bad that I started to shiver. There was more than enough room for both of my hands as I grasped this huge snake and relentlessly sucked. I bobbed my head back and fourth trying to mouth fuck this man. I gave up on swallowing this massive unit since I hadn't had much experience in this area. 

I started to develop a rhythm of bobbing up and down then licking the side of this long cock. I wanted to deep throat Brad but I didn't know how. Brad sensed my inexperienced but pleading actions and grabbed my head and thrust. I felt this tremendous mount slide down my throat. As my gag reflexes kicked in I retreated. Still holding his gigantic pole I sat back and tasted this mixture of saliva and precum that filled my mouth. The taste of his love, the look of his love cannon and the sound of his approval sent my body into a tidal wave of passion. I locked on to his rocket and sucked for all I was worth. 

As the feeling of his mighty sword sliding down my throat, I was shocked to see I only could take half of him. I began jamming my mouth on him as hard as I could. My mouth was opened as wide as possible, my lips were tight against that massive cock. I felt the huge head pass my tonsils and slide down my throat. His precum was lubricating my throat as I was determined to suck Brads dick. I wanted his dick any way I could take it. Brad ordered me to suck his dick and I was obliging. This chauvinist pig was screaming for me to suck his huge cock and against all my normal thoughts I did what I was told. 

I sucked his cock as fast and hard as I could. I was feeling weak as Brads huge meat missile probed my throat. I knew my mouth could not do what my snatch could. I wondered what would happen if he fucked me. The intense thoughts sent a rush through my body that I could not stop. I let go of his magic wand and stuck my hand up my cunt. It was gushing with juice and was begging for more. I now knew the obvious, I was going to get fucked by Brad. I had to get fucked by Brad. 

This man stood for everything I hated but I was out of my sexual urge. He was succeeding as I was going to do as I was told. My husband could not give me what I needed right now and if he were here I would tell him to give way for this purple stud that was down my throat. As I continued to slid his huge mount in and out of my mouth Brad continued to tell me suck his dick. 

The thought of stopping didn't enter my mind as Brad had me under a spell. 

I was going down on his cock and I was be degraded for my efforts. I was so craving to be fucked by Brad that as he called me a slut and bitch, I answered back by thrusting his big cock deep down my throat and sucking hard. Brad kept saying that he wished my husband could see me now as I deep-throated his cock and licked about and down its incredibly long shaft. 

The feeling of being transformed from a sweet innocent girl to a primitive carnal animal made my moan loudly as I needed to be serviced. Brad sensed my urgency and pulled his monstrous crank from my mouth. Pre-cum dripped from my mouth as I cried for his cock. I felt bad for my husbands sake. I was his and his alone. Now, Brads gigantic rod could do what it wished. 

He told me that his second desire was to feel his hard cock penetrate deep into my sweet married body. The thought of this gigantic cock inside of me sent my body into a shiver. I fell back and eagerly spread my legs as he asked if this is what I wanted. I said yes. Brad asked if I really wanted this and I screamed yes. By this time I couldn't control the passion I felt. My body was erupting, My tits were swollen, my love mound was panting and my inner core was begging for his dick to ram me.

Brad asked again as he was rubbing his tremendous cock against my slippery snatch. I knew what he was doing. This well hung stud wasn't going to give it to me unless I begged. I had always said that I was true to my husband and would never let another man enter my warm spread. As I thought briefly of my loving husband, I looked up at this finely tuned machine. Brads sweat had his rock hard body glowing. His fully loaded love gun was gigantic and pulsating. I had a fire inside my body that only a long, hard hose could extinguish. Brad had me were he wanted. I started to beg and cry. I was leaning back against the couch, my hairy wet treasure was off the end of the cushion. 

I stuck a couple of fingers inside my furnace and stroked my clit. I was struggling to get satisfaction as I pushed my hand in as far as I could. I couldn't do it alone and Brad knew it. This well mannered innocent married women was willing to do anything for his joy rod. He knew I had enough. I was in tears as Brad was pulling my fingers away from my gushing clit. I needed him. Brad stuck his rod into me and I almost fainted. He made me beg like a dog and he finally was giving me the bone. 

As his engorged head entered my shaft I could feel my cunt stretch. I had never had another man break this plane. I thought about the sanctity of marriage and how my husbands beloved pleasure hole was being invaded. At this point it didn't matter. I was so swollen and wet, Brad had an easy time getting his head inserted. Brad then grabbed my legs and held them up as his serious meat pole slid in further. He had to pull back and push forward a couple of times to stretch my tight cunt. My husbands custom fit hole was now being resized. My swollen pussy was stretched to the max as Brads manhood made its way. I screamed with ecstasy as Brads pulsating ten inches easily past my husbands territory and slid deeper into its own. My legs were straight up in the air and my fingernails dug into Brads muscular arms as he landed all 10 inches of his rock hard sausage into my engorged cave. Tears of ecstasy raced down my face as I begged him to saw me in half.


Innocence Lost



Confident my joy canal could take his wood he slowly pulled it back and fourth to spread his wide load with my joy juice for lubrication. Tight and satisfied, Brad gave me what I was mercifully begging for. He wasn't holding anything back and strongly ripped open my cunt with his rock solid wide 10 inch load. He pumped me fast and hard. I felt I was going in and out of conscience as he fucked me. Brad hammered down hard and fast and he could not control my legs anymore. I was numb to the world as a was being fucked like a wild animal.

My feet were planted on the ground and I was bucking like a bronc. Brad was ripping me in half with his huge package and couldn't get enough. Brad had taken my carnal desires from my husband and fucked me to the point that I was in a trance. Seeing that I was his sex

slut, Brad rolled me on top of him. By now my innocence was gone and my once proud pussy took in his 10 inch pole like a pro. I needed it so bad. I bounced and bucked so hard, I thought this thick prick was going to rip me in half. The feeling of my drenched cunt stretched to the max and sliding down on his pole was unbelievable. I took him in even farther than when he was on top. I couldn't keep up anymore, The massive size of his cock was getting the best of me and I was slowing down. Brad put his hands on my sides and started to pull me down deep onto his shaft. I thought Brads thick prick was going to come out of my mouth as he thrust his pelvis hard and pulled my twat down. I was so soggy that every thrust produces a splash and my entire body quivered with hot passion. I cried for Brad to fuck me. 

His eyes gleamed in delight while this proper, one man women, begged to be fucked. The excessive passion and draining fluids led me to the point of dehydration. I needed to get fucked and begged Brad to finish me off. Seeing that he had me conquered he delightfully pulled me off. With Brad seated on the couch and me at his knees, I was desperate for him to take control. To prove I was serious I attacked his meat pipe like it was a candy stick. I bobbed up and down on his cock and sucked it hard. I noticed Brads eyes roll back as he pulled my stretched lips off him enormous dick. He was close to shooting his wad as I left a sticky string of pre cum from the tip of his cock to my mouth. I had never tasted my husband yet I yearned for the salty fluid I drank from Brads mammoth staff. Brad tossed back on the couch on all fours and mounted me from behind. I buried my head into the couch seats as a hung my pulsating cunt and tight ass out to dry. 

Brad slammed me home as he dug his pelvis into my ass and stuck me repeatedly with a 10 inch volcano. The feeling of this Muscular body pounding me from behind sent me to the verge of convulsions. I gave him all I had and he was ready to set me loose. His thick prick slid deep inside to where my husbands prick could only dream to get. At the same time my body came, Brad filled me up with his pent-up passion juice. I came so hard I felt like someone let the air out of me. 

The thought of fucking an innocent happily married women jacked Brad up to the point that he filled me up with about a gallon of his hot cum. My cunt was pulsating as my body fought to ingest all of his love cream. As I lay spent, Brad dismounted me and proved he conquered me by shooting the rest of his load on my face and in my mouth. This was a grudge fuck for him and he won. I instinctively swallowed all I could and licked his long pole clean. Brad stood up and got dressed. He helped me dress for I was hardly able to move after I engulfed his huge meat organ. Brad drove me to my car and put me in it. He than connected the spark plug wires and told me I could drive it home.

Now showing on my face that I knew I had been had, Brad laughed at me and told me to go home and wait for my husband. He said that my husband had nothing to worry about. He had set out and did what I didn't think was possible. He made me, an innocent married women, beg him to fuck.



Innocence Lost



When I was 18, I met a boy. Of course, I had met many before, all of whom I had considered in my search to find someone to help me get rid of my accursed virginity. But they had all seemed so ridiculously young, and those I let kiss and touch me left me cold - they pawed my breasts, shoved their hands between my legs and their tongues in my throat. I was beginning to wonder if I was a lesbian and that was why I didn't like them touching me.

But then I met this boy. He appeared suddenly in the middle of the school year, and I heard vague rumors about something terrible he had done to get expelled from another school. When I mentioned his name to my mother, she said, "Oh god, Emma, stay away from that Miguel. He's bad news."

There was something about him that intrigued me. We had the same study hall and would occasionally chat. I thought he was funny and he had the most beautiful smile - the first time I saw it, I felt like my heart was going to explode out of my chest. And there was something about the way he would look at me sometimes that made me blush furiously and turn away. When I was able to look at him again, he'd have such a quiet, thoughtful look in his eyes and I'd want to know what he was thinking, but was too afraid to ask. I figured he thought I was just an inexperienced kid - which I was - and he seemed so grown up to me. But once, after he'd done that thing of making me blush again, when I turned back to him, he leaned forward and said quietly, so no one else could hear, "I wish I could kiss you." It almost felt as though he had. 

One day during study hall, there was a fire drill. Outside, in the general confusion of hundreds of milling, laughing, talking students, Miguel grabbed my hand and said, "Come on - let's get out of here." I went without thinking dashing quickly around the corner so no teachers would see and call us back. When we were out of sight, we slowed down and walked, still holding hands, and I was trying to be so casual but feeling like my heart was pounding a mile a minute and like I could hardly catch my breath. Finally, I asked, "Where are we going? Your house?" He made a face and said, "Nah - not there." I stopped and looked at him. 

"I live close by. Let's go there," I said finally.

That thoughtful look was back in his eyes again. "You sure?" he asked.

"Yes."

We were quiet the couple of blocks to my house, but he held my hand still and I felt reassured. I let us in with my key and we walked into the stillness of the house. He asked where my parents were and I explained that they were out of town together at the moment and that my older sister stayed with me at night, but that she worked and went to college during the day. I offered him something to drink, thinking that when I went to get it I'd have a minute alone to try and calm down, but he followed me into the kitchen and stayed close as I got glasses and ice and soda. When I turned to give him his drink, my hand was shaking so much that I was amazed I didn't drop it. He took it from my hand and set it down, moving closer so that I had to back up until I was up against the counter. I could smell the scent of him, he was so close - musky, warm scent. His voice had an edge of laughter as he said, "Calm down."

I blushed and said sharply, "I'm calm!" My voice was shaking, and it was so patently untrue that we both suddenly laughed. The tension was gone for the moment. I felt his hand in my hair and then he kissed me. 

His lips felt so smooth and soft against mine, his breath warm. It was a sweet first kiss, like a sigh of relief. I waited for that moment of revulsion I'd always felt when boys touched me, but it didn't come. When he took his mouth from mine, I made a small sound in my throat and he smiled at me, his hand so gentle as he touched my cheek. "Pretty Emma," he said, and I could still hear the laughter in his voice. "Sweet 16 and never been kissed. Isn't that the expression?"

"I've been kissed," I protested, but then turned away, feeling the flush of embarrassment on my face. I finally gave up my pretense of experience. "Oh Miguel," I said. "I don't know anything, I really don't. You can't want to be with me, I'm such an idiot about boys."

"Emma, take me to your room, take me to your innocent bed. I want to be with you, god I do." Something in his voice went through my body with a rush, taking my breath away.

In my room, we stood facing each other next to the bed and took off our clothes. He was so beautiful to me - dark, glowing skin, dark eyes and hair, hard boy's body still not fully filled out. I was shaking as I got out of my clothes, still not comfortable with my body, wanting him to like it, afraid he wouldn't. I heard his voice saying, "You're so pretty, Emma." I kept my eyes turned away and shook my head. "No, I'm too big." 

"You're beautiful," he said insistently. "You need to look at yourself." 

His hands were on my shoulders, brushing back my long hair. I could feel it tickling my back, every nerve so hypersensitive. "Emma, look at yourself," he said again, and I finally looked, watching his hands move down over my chest and enclose my breasts. I'd never been touched like that before and it was so intense, I gasped and closed my eyes. 

"No, don't stop looking." I heard him say, and I opened my eyes once more and watched as he touched me that first time. Something happened as his hands moved over my skin - breasts I'd thought too big, nipples I'd thought embarrassingly large, swelling stomach and hips, soft thighs - all became beautiful as he touched them. I finally met his eyes again and we smiled at each other. "See?" he said.

His hands dropped away from me and he stood before me, smiling still. "Now you touch me," he said. I ran my hands down from shoulders to chest, as he'd done to me. "I don't know anything, you know," I said softly as I caressed him. "Tell me if I do anything wrong."

"Um, Emma. This is making love. You can't do anything wrong," he laughed. I thought he was teasing and looked up quickly to see his eyes. It was a revelation, this thought - I'd spent the last couple of years wanting to have sex and afraid I wouldn't do it right when I finally did. "Okay," I laughed with him. "Then tell me if I do anything that you don't like."

"I will." He smiled. 

My eyes were back on his body again, moving down finally to where his cock stood firm, projecting from his body. I'd seen cocks before - pictures in books I'd sneaked, even one real one, when a boy had fumbled around as he groped me and taken it from his pants, whipping it out for me like an obligation to be taken care of. But this beautiful young man and his hard cock before me were another revelation and I felt consumed with hunger to touch it, but still gripped by anxiety that I wouldn't please him. I licked my dry lips and started to speak, "I…" then stopped as he took one of my hands from his chest and moved it down. "Touch it, baby," he said softly and then I heard him moan as he wrapped my hand around his cock and I felt him finally, hard and pulsing in my hand. "Oh Emma." 

He moved my hand over him, stroking softly at first, then harder, holding my hand tight, then moving it under to touch his balls. He felt so good - hard and soft at the same time, the teasing softness of pubic hair tickling my hand. His other hand came up into my hair and pulled my mouth to his and he kissed me, really kissed me this time, hard and passionately. My body was trembling again, but in a different way. 

He stripped the covers back on my bed and drew me to lay with him there. I lay back against the pillows and let him touch me, sometimes watching his face, sometimes just closing my eyes and getting lost in the sensations he was causing in my body. My eyes flew open as I felt something warm and wet on one nipple and saw his head bent over me, his hungry mouth sucking. As his mouth came away, moved to the other breast, the sight of my swelling breast, nipple so erect and big and shining wet from his mouth made me moan and writhe on the bed. 

He sucked and licked my nipples until they were almost painfully sensitive. I had never expected to feel like this. His hands moved over my body, stroking the curves, exploring every inch. One hand moved down over my shivering tummy, coming to rest, cupping my pubic mound. By that time, I was so aroused I cried out sharply and arched my back. He kissed me, murmuring sweet words against my lips as he touched me and I moaned and squirmed. He gentled me like a skittish horse until those first hypersensitive moments had passed and I lay open, panting as he touched me.

His fingers slid over my wet flesh and we were both breathing fast as he whispered in my ear, "God, your pussy is so wet, baby." I moaned as his fingers slid over my clitoris and gasped, "I'm sorry." 

He laughed softly. "What are you sorry about?"

"How wet I am," I replied, blushing. "I'm never like this when I touch myself."

"Wet is good, baby. The wetter the better, in fact. Don't hold back, Emma, don't be shy anymore. Whatever your body does is beautiful. You're beautiful." His body moved from mine as he kissed his way down my body, stopping briefly to nuzzle my breasts, but continuing to move lower until he was between my legs, pressing to spread them wider. I was moaning, going out of my mind, gasping, "Miguel, Miguel…. I thought you were going to take my virginity… not… I didn't know you were…." 

"Oh, I need this, Emma," he murmured, kissing my lips. "You smell so good and I've got to taste you." His fingers pulled my lips open and the cool air on my hot clitoris felt so good. "Oh god," he half moaned. "Your pussy is so sweet, baby."

He pressed kiss after kiss on my clitoris. I thought at first I couldn't bear the intensity, but miraculously, he made me relax, the tension not gone, but bearable - the most wonderful feeling spreading through my body. I could feel my pussy simply dripping wet, but he didn't seem to mind. He was licking me now, his tongue moving everywhere over my pussy, sliding deep into my opening at times, licking the walls, but always returning to my burning clit. I glanced down and found him looking up at me as he licked me. That captured glance was so shocking, so erotic that I moaned and found myself arching my back, pushing my pussy harder at his mouth. He responded by pushing my legs open even wider, just shoving his face into me in a hungry frenzy. I was crying out over and over again, wondering for one brief instant if I was being too loud, but Miguel's voice was getting louder too - groaning sounds of pleasure. I felt a tingling burn start, something stronger than I had ever felt before. It was happening throughout my body, like every sensation was compressing to where he was stimulating me, like I was being wrapped tight in cords of pleasure. I rode the growing tension, half-frightened it would crush me, but then it hit and I screamed… and screamed again. 

That climax was indescribable. Never in all my self-exploration had I ever felt anything like it. I trembled in the aftermath, breathing hard, and felt Miguel move up and take me in his arms. He was breathing fast too and I could feel his heart beating hard. He kissed me deep and I was shocked for a moment to taste myself in his mouth. "Where did you learn to do that?" I asked, my voice still trembling. 

He smiled and kissed me swiftly. "I'll tell you someday, if you really want to know, but not now. Oh baby." He kissed me even deeper. "You are so sweet. I knew you would be, just not how much. If this weren't the first time, I wouldn't have stopped. I'd have sent you up and over the edge again and again." 

I responded to the electric edge in his voice, wanting to move him as he had me. I was out of his arms, moving down his body, kissing as I went. "Teach me how to do that, Miguel," I said, taking his cock in my hand again, stroking it as he'd taught me, hearing his quick intake of breath at my touch. I saw a clear drop forming at the tiny hole at the tip and without thinking, leaned down to lick, then licked again as more drops came, lapping like a kitten with a saucer of cream. The taste of his fluid was sharp, like a distillation of his essence. I looked at his beautiful face, his eyes sparkling as he met my glance. "Tell me what feels good," I said. "Tell me how to make you feel good." 

I followed his touch on himself with tongue and lips and hands, licking, kissing, touching everywhere, feeling a rush of satisfaction and pleasure each time my caresses made him draw in his breath sharply or moan. It was the most intimate experience I've ever had, before or since - trusting him with my inexperience while he trusted his body and pleasure to me. His hands on my head guided me as I sucked him, slowly at first, then harder, moving my mouth up and down him, taking him deeper and deeper until he groaned and pulled me gently off, his breathing labored. "Oh Emma, sweet Emma," he half laughed. "You're driving me crazy. I don't know how much longer I can take this." 

My head was spinning a bit, and I was feeling dizzy with pleasure. "Is that okay?" I asked. "I don't want to stop, if I'm making you feel good. I like this."

He was up and on his knees with me, his hands taking possession of my body again, moving down my back, caressing the curve of my buttocks and pulling me harder against him as he kissed me, his cock pressed between our bodies, pulsing against my tummy. "I like it too, baby," he said. "But…." He laid me back on the bed. "There's something else I like, and that you'll like too." He was smiling as he looked down at me, and I moved without thought, opening my legs wide before him, and his smile became deeper. "You gorgeous, sexy girl," he said.

I felt the weight of his body as he laid between my legs, his cock just barely resting at my opening. His mouth was soft on my cheek and neck and ear, kissing me, then whispering, "It will probably hurt, baby." 

"I know," I said breathlessly, writhing a bit, being driven crazy by the feeling of the smooth head at my entrance. "I don't care, Miguel… I don't. I want you to do it. Please…." 

"God, Emma, I like hearing you ask," he was murmuring as he penetrated me a bit more, his cockhead easing into the tight opening. "Someday, I'll make you beg… beg me to fuck you. But not now… now, god… I'm aching to feel your sweet warm pussy all around me."

He pushed harder and I could feel the opening stretching, that brief, sharp pang that made us both cry out and then he was inside me, pulsing, our bodies fitting like matching puzzle pieces locking together. He stayed still inside me, kissing me, the warmth from that kiss flooding through my body, making me feel open deep inside so that he slid even further in me. I wrapped my legs around him without thinking, squirming underneath him, breathless and wanting more. He asked, "Are you okay?" His cock slid out just a bit and then back in and I groaned it felt so good. "God yes," I gasped. I kissed him over and over, my body moving helplessly against his, and as I kissed, I found myself whispering, pleading, "Fuck me… god Miguel… fuck me please… fuck me fuck me…." And he groaned and drove into me hard and neither of us spoke another coherent word. 

I wasn't prepared for this… for what it was like. Was this fucking? All the times I'd heard that word, spoken in hushed, slightly shameful tones, I'd never expected it would be this… this furious crashing together that was somehow perfect, everything I craved. I was aware of everything… his thick cock moving in and out of me, stretching me open, filling me up… the wetness dripping from me, down over my ass… the slap of his balls against my ass…the sounds of tortured breathing, of his cock pumping into my slurping wet body, of my voice moaning, crying out, whimpering… animal sounds of pleasure. And then I felt my body being gripped again… god, in some frighteningly strong, different way… the slap of his body into mine making the feeling grow and intensify and I was yelling and so was he… no longer moving in rhythm but just mindless crashing together. He groaned my name and I felt his body tense and then the marvelous feeling of his release inside me... liquid heat pumping deep inside me. 

I heard myself screaming as the climax took me over then and knew I'd never be the same again.



Innocence Lost



©Dark Dreamer with Hope

Robbie walks into the darkness of the bar looking for a drink to ease the tensions of the past grueling week. As he approaches the bar, his eyes are caught by a vision of naughtiness sitting on a nearby barstool. Glittering eyes roam over tantalizing legs clad only in black silk stocking, moving slowly up, taking in the short leather mini skirt and black leather vest. Feeling Robbie's eyes burning along her flesh, Zara turns, her twinkling eyes locking with his dark ominous stare. 'What the hell is she doing here!' he asks himself, as she thinks, 'Oh, I was hoping he would come here tonight.' He strides to her side, hand grasping her thigh harshly making her wince. 'Oh dear,' she thinks, 'he looks so angry.' 

Robbie curtly gives the bartender his order, his eyes never leaving her face. "What do you think you are doing coming to a place like this?" his voice a low growl. "This is no place for someone like you. You could get hurt. Damn it woman! Where are your brains?"

Zara smiles coyly, fingers playing along the back of the hand grasping her thigh. "I thought you might come here tonight, and I wanted to surprise you," her voice husky with desire, red lips pouting slightly. "Aren't you glad to see me?" Her fingers begin teasing along his wrist, then slide slowly, softly up his arm, pausing briefly at his shoulder to massage tense muscles, before sliding back down to play again on the back of his hand. "I know how hard you have been working, how bad this week has gone, and I just wanted to meet you, try to help you relax."

Robbie listens, brow furrowed, as his drink is placed upon the bar. Swiftly, eyes never leaving her, he reaches for the glass to drink it quickly down. Replacing it on the bar, he signals for another, then touches Zara, tracing a line from ear to daring cleavage with icy fingertips. She gasps softly and trembles under his fingers, eyes closing to mere slits as she revels to his touch. Zara can feel the moisture growing between her legs, and knows Robbie is well aware of her reaction. Her nipples harden and push arrogantly against the thin leather trying to restrain them. 

Robbie shifts his stance, pushing between her knees. 'She wants to help me relax, does she? Well... this time she may have bitten off more than she expects.' The hand on her thigh strokes upward pushing the little bit of skirt pretending at modesty up, past the top of silky stockings, revealing the creamy strip of flesh not covered by black silk. Zara's eyes widen as Robbie keeps sliding his hand up, forcing her to shift in her seat, until her soft satin flesh is revealed fully and the edge of the skirt is just barely tucked under her bare bottom. He grins and whispers, "And just where are your panties my dear?" His eyes gleam as he notices the flush beginning under her warm flesh. "You wanted to help me relax. Have you changed your mind already?"

"No" Zara stutters. Taken by surprise by his boldness. "But I ...."

"But what my dear?" Robbie's hand grips her bare bottom.

"I thought.... Maybe a drink, a dance, then we could go to your place and I would....." her breath husky with need and surprise catches as his other hand slides the skirt up on the other side and her bare bottom is kissed by the cool vinyl of the barstool.

"You would what?" He slides one hand around to hold her in place, as the other pushes her thighs apart and finds the moistness nestle there.

Zara's hands grasp his shoulders tightly as Robbie drives three fingers down and into her dampness. Lips clamped tight to suppress the moans seeking to escape she lifts her hips slightly to allow him complete access then cries out as his other hand finds the hole to her sweet bottom. "Please..." Zara begs, a dark flush covering her creamy skin, "please... everyone can see..."

"Ok". Swiftly his hands are gone and Robbie grabs his drink and turns, heading for a table across the room. 'One... two... three...' He feels her hand on his arm and continues walking. 

"Please" The whisper reaches his ears. He stops, turns and growls, "please what? You wanted to help me relax. But apparently you are not up for the job. Leave me be so I can find someone who can do the job." The tears glittering in her eyes send blood rushing to make his hard rod ache. 'Before the night is through, those tears and more will quench my thirst.'

"Please..." her voice husky with need and unshed tears, "please give me another chance." 

The pulse beating in Zara's lovely throat draws his eyes, and he lowers his head to bite and suckle her raging pulse. He wraps one arm quickly around her waist as she moans and melts into his embrace, no longer caring who can see, or what they see. Zara only knows that she must have this man, no matter what his terms are. Her fingers thread through Robbie's hair holding him tightly against her and she gasps loudly as his other hand slides under her skirt lifting it to fondle her warm bottom. She flushes deeply and bites her lip to keep from saying anything that would cause him to release her and leave again. The shame and embarrassment are quickly consumed by lusty heat as Robbie's finger slides down and between seeking her warm hole again. The coolness of his drink against her ass draws groans of pleasure, even as she shifts her leg as commanded by the pressure of his fingers. Lifting his head to gaze upon her lust filled countenance, his finger penetrates, and Robbie smiles sadistically as Zara cries out and moves to escape. 

"Oh no my dear" Robbie softly commands, "you pleaded to be allowed to help me, and you will. You will do whatever I say... where ever I ask you to... and will allow me to use your body as I desire to help me relax." 

Zara nods slowly, bottom lip grasped firmly between her teeth, shimmering eyes locked with his demanding look. 

Robbie releases her and steps back slightly. "Open your legs for me" he demands softly, shifting the drink to his other hand. As she complies, he slides icy fingers between her thighs and back into her moist lips teasing her clit and forcing her to groan and tremble. "Wider..." he whispers, wrapping an arm around her once more and driving his fingers deep into her hot pussy. "I want to hear you beg again to be allowed to please me."

"Oh god please Robbie... please let me please you," Zara pleads as his fingers drive deeper and harder, in and out of her hot wet cunt. "Please................"

"Cum for me, my bitch.... Cum for me now!" twisting his fingers and grinding them hard against her pelvis, punishing clit and pussy with the force of his strokes. "Cum!"

Zara's hands clutch his shirt tightly as she leans in to muffle her cries in his neck, shudders wracking her body as she cums hard soaking his punishing fingers. Legs quivering, her breath caught in tight lungs, she creams once more as his thumb finds her swollen clit.

Robbie pulls her tight against him as his fingers slide slowly, tenderly out of her drenched pussy. "Taste..." he places his fingers at her lips, "drink your sweet juices from my fingers." Her lips part and Zara sucks each soaked digit, cleaning all the cream from first one then another and another. "Good girl" his soft words of praise cause a ripple of pleasure to shimmer through her body. "Now, back to your seat" 

Zara's lips part as she begins to speak, but one look at Robbie's face and she quickly spins and returns to her seat. He follows slowly, watching the other men in the bar watch her. 'Good thing they know me here, or she would be in so much trouble. Maybe this will teach her to be more careful.' As he slides back between her legs, he sternly tells her, "That is not the position you were in when I walked away." Zara blushes deeper and squirms, as Robbie's hands raise her skirt back up like it was before. "Mmmm... much better. Now... where was I? Oh yes..." he reaches one hand around her, fingers sliding under her bottom, penetrating. Her soft gasps make his shaft throb. 'Not sure how much more I can take, but she still has one more lesson to learn... Hmmm... maybe I can... yes... believe I will.'

"Finish your drink babe. We will be leaving shortly." Placing his drink on the bar, Robbie reaches his other hand around Zara and slides her ass forward, closer to the edge of the barstool until she sits balanced on the edge with only his hands and legs keeping her from sliding all the way off. Holding her ass tight in both hands he watches as she quickly finishes off her drink and sets the glass down. 

"Now... place both hands on my shoulders and do not move them." The sternness in his voice and eyes convinces Zara to comply quickly and without comment. But it does not stop her from wondering 'what is he going to do... please... not what I think... please...' Robbie can feel her trembling and knows it is not only in anticipation but also fear. 'Have to have her now... can't wait any longer...' He releases her with one hand and reaches for his jeans, popping the snap and easing the zipper down over his aching cock. As it springs free from it's tight prison, Robbie wraps a hand around it and steps closer to Zara's waiting pussy. The height of the barstool is perfect. Eyes locked with hers, he slams his cock deep into her hot wet cunt, pulling her hard against him as he drives it deeper. Placing both hands on her hips, steadying her against his thrusts, he drives harder... deeper... faster... Watching her eyes glaze over with lust, as her already tight pussy clenches him even harder, squeezing then releasing as the passion in her blood mounts. 

The bartender stops to pick up her empty glass and stays to watch. The passionate sounds emanating from her sweet lips cause his rod to throb and harden. He can tell from the white knuckled grip Zara has on Robbie, the feelings playing across her fair face and the sexy sounds she is making, that it won't be long before she is creaming hard. He reaches down and pulls his aching cock out and begins to stroke. His eyes caressing her face, sliding down to drink in her swollen breasts straining to be free, stroking faster and harder, wishing she were his to take home, tie up and pleasure all night.

The awareness that they are being watched causes the blood to rush to her cheeks, but Zara is too far-gone into the heat and passion of the moment to stop. Pleading for him to make her cum, "please... please Robbie... make me cum..." 

"Here..." Robbie taunts her, "in front of all these people?"

"Oh yes... god yes... please.............."

"Open your vest," his voice taunt with desire, "I want to see your tits"

Zara reaches one hand down and pops first one button, then another, until her breasts are free, then slides her hand down Robbie's chest to open his shirt, reaching in to feel his hot flesh against her palm. 

Zara gasps and cums hard, as Robbie lowers his head and closes his teeth roughly around her swollen nipple. Squirming harder arching up into his mouth, her cries fill Robbie's ears, and those of the bartender and they both climax as she cums again and again.

Holding Zara close, waiting for her to climb down from the pinnacle to which he had thrust her, Robbie strokes his hands down her back. 'Now... she is truly and completely mine. If I had know how wild and naughty she could be, would not have had to cruise. But no more, with training I think she will fill all my needs nicely.'

Zara's trembling slowly subsides but her need has diminished not a bit. 'Oh dear' her thoughts spinning, 'I can not believe I just did that... allowed Robbie to do that to me... What must he think of me?' The stroking hand along her back does little to relieve the anxiety she is experiencing. With trepidation Zara raises her head, cheeks red with sweet embarrassment, to gaze deep into Robbie's eyes. The look of pride and ownership shinning in his deep green eyes only heightens the blush along her hot flesh. 

As she straightens in her seat, Robbie's gaze drops to her heaving swollen breasts, the faint blush gracing them causes his shaft to jump and harden swiftly. Zara gasps as his thick rod hardens within her again and a low moan softly escapes her parted lips. 'He may think me a wanton hussy... but at least I know... I can still make him hot.' 

Robbie begins to move his hips again and looks up to see her slow sultry smile. 'Thinks she has me, does she. Well... we will have to see about that.' Giving one hard final thrust he swiftly slides out of her moist heat, the chill of the air does nothing to ease the ache in his loins. Zara's eyes widen in surprise and she moans lowly, "No..." She reaches for him but he is quicker and evades her grasp. Her lowered eyes watch as his thick shaft jumps and throbs, hidden from the view of others in the bar by her luscious legs. Watching her, watching him, he takes advantage of her distraction to grasp and pinch her swollen nipples, causing the nubs to harden even more, and drawing a cry of pain and pleasure from her sweet lips. 

"Sweet, sweet Zara... you are so very naughty." Robbie's voice so sexy and deep sends butterflies winging through her stomach. "What am I to do with you? What other little secrets have you been hiding from me?" 

A deep red blush covers her fair skin as she mummers, "No... please....." 

"No?" Robbie brushes his thumbs across her aching nubs, "'No?'... you are not naughty, or 'No' there is nothing I can do with you?"

"Please Robbie... please... you are driving me wild." Gasping and moaning Zara struggles to speak. "I... I have never done anything like this before... oh god..." Moaning deep in her throat she arches up as his fingers roll and pinch her taunt nipples.

Grinning wickedly, he tugs at Zara's dark rose nubs, "Mmm.... You love this. So very naughty... knowing there are men watching and wanting you... aching to make you theirs... makes you so hot and wet. You are nothing but a tease."

Zara struggles to speak, but his voice, his words, the magic of his touch serve only to drive all thoughts from her spinning head. She moans as his talented fingers coax the fire within her blood to boil and burn. Uncaring of who is watching or sees, she reaches again for Robbie, trying to draw him close, needing him, the ache driving her out of her mind. He allows her to pull him closer, until the head of his throbbing cock brushes against her swollen nether lips, then stops, resisting her tugs. 

"Beg for it... tell me how bad you want me to take you here... in front of all these people, " he demands. "What will you do... what will you allow me to do with you, if I take you here and now?" Well aware of the effect he is having on her, wanting her to learn one more lesson before they leave. "Tell me!" he commands softly.

Zara groans deeply, reaching for the words, fighting the ache and need to comply, "Please... take me... take me here... now!! Oh god, Robbie, please..." sweat glistens on her fair flesh darkened with desire and passion. "Please... anything... everything... please..." Pre-cum from his rock hard cock coats her hard clit as her words enrage the passion building in his blood, and he slams forward to take her deeply and hard as the last 'please' passes her lips. 

Robbie can feel the tension and passion in the air as those nearest them listen can catch Zara's impassioned plea. But he knows, in this place, no one will interfere provided he maintains complete control over Zara and her passions. After all, these men are more than master's of their women; they are masters of their needs as well.

Zara abandons all pretenses at modesty as she squirms, moans, and urges with hands and lips for Robbie to take her harder... deeper... faster... The eyes of those closest to them, burn along her flesh and heighten the passion and lust driving her to cry out louder, before Robbie's lips capture hers and swallow future screams of ecstasy. Her legs wrap around his waist giving him deeper access and more control, aching breasts brush against his hard chest, forcing her pain-swollen nipples to throb with each thrust. Robbie feels the tension in her muscles signaling the climax he is forcing her to reach. He slams his thick cock harder into her honey-drenched cunt, bruising her tender clit with each stroke. The walls of her hot pussy clench, squeezing him with painful tightness, forcing him to punish even the walls of her tender love canal, each small climax preparing her tensing body for the grand finale, until, with one final hard stroke Zara tenses and even his lips on hers can not contain the scream as she cums hard and he explodes deep within her. 

Wrapped within her arms and legs, Robbie shudders, 'Oh damn, I love this woman... if anyone... ever touches her...' and tightens his arms around her pulling her closer to his hard chest. "Oh baby, that was so sweet and wonderful," he whispers gently, warm breathe tickling her ear. "Zara... babe... you are all mine. I am never going to let you go." 

Zara's quivering body tightens convulsively around Robbie as his words ease into her slowly returning consciousness. Her lips nuzzle his neck and ears, speaking the words her passion soaked mind cannot form. 

They rest holding tightly to one another until heartbeats slow and each can think coherently again. 

The bartender mixes two fresh drinks and places them on the bar. "Looks like you two could use a drink" The sexy knowing smile Zara can hear in the bartender's voice causes her to tremble and blush anew. Robbie hides his grin in Zara's silky red hair, 'If only he really knew...' When he has mastered his face again, Robbie looks up and thanks the bartender, hands Zara her drink and takes his own, swallowing long and hard before setting the glass down and brushing his fingers across Zara's lovely red cheeks. "Drink up babe... I know how thirsty cumming makes you." His teasing grin only serves to darken the blush along her cheeks, and he chuckles as she sputters. "Hush..." he whispers, placing a finger on her soft lips, bruised by his earlier passion, "Drink..."



Innocence Lost



Dust motes slide down sunbeams that slip between the old boards of the barn. The lady stands beside her mount's stall, letting the mare nuzzle oats from her cupped palm. The scents of horse, hay, and her perfume fill the hot air as sunlight and shadows play in the curls of her loose, breeze-swept hair. The cooing of doves in the eaves is suddenly interrupted by a heavy footfall.

She gasps in surprise and drops the bag of oats she holds. Kneeling quickly to retrieve it, she finds another hand has been quicker. A blush blazes across her cheeks at the touch of their hands. She rises unsteadily and gives a slight curtsy, finally meeting his eyes with a small shy smile. She takes a quick step back, away from the intensity of his gaze which locks with her own.

So caught in his gaze is she that she fails to notice the trailing reins which now tangle around her slim ankle making her stumble. He reaches out with a strong, sure hand, grasping her elbow to steady her. She is ignited beneath his touch, her eyes fastening upon the long fingers which encircle her arm, supporting her. Loath to separate from his touch but disturbed by the disquiet it's causing in her body, she takes a tiny step backward, seeking to sever his hold upon her.

He watches the struggle in her face, wanting to touch her and reassure her with soft, gentle hands. He lets her break away from his touch, allowing her that, hoping it will calm her. His regard draws her eyes back to his, and he offers her a small smile. Relieved, she returns an abashed smile and blushes prettily at her earlier silliness. Her smile quickly fades, however, as he again moves toward her, his hands reaching out to take hers and pull her closer to him.

One hand reaches up to stroke her flushed cheek, his thumb feathering along her full lower lip. As her eyes sink closed, he feels a sigh escape her lips. He lowers his head to replace the soft touch of his thumb with the even softer touch of his lips. She gasps at the kiss, her body aflame again. He slides one arm around her waist, pulling her against himself as he deepens the kiss. The tip of his tongue slides over her closed lips, teasing and silently asking for admittance. A soft moan slips from her, and he takes that as the only invitation he needs, finally letting his tongue dip into her sweet mouth, tasting her, savoring her.

So weak in the knees she can no longer stand, her hands slide up his arms and clasp around his wide shoulders, holding onto him like a drowning child. He senses her welcome and tightens his hold around her waist, pulling her sharply and snugly against himself, feeling the long curls of her hair brushing against his arm even as his other hand continues to stroke her burning cheek and push the short, soft curls away from her temple. He breaks the kiss and smiles at the tiny empty whimper she makes. He wraps his hand in her hair, tugging gently, making her tilt her head back and open her eyes in silent question. Her eyes shine up at him, dilated with desire. Confusion and want mingle in her expression as the tip of her tongue darts out to moisten her swollen lips. She draws her lower lip between her pearly teeth self-consciously. Seeing her nervousness, he cups one finger under her chin and smiles at her before lowering his head to kiss her again, this time drawing her lip between his own teeth and nibbling softly before sliding into her mouth again. His tongue swirls around hers, then teases the curves of her mouth.

Her arms tighten around him even as he pulls her against himself. Her knees melt, and she leans against him, feeling his strength support her. He lifts her to him, not breaking the kiss, and carries her back a few paces to an unused stall filled with a bed of fresh, sweet-smelling hay. He lowers her to her feet and feels her sway unsteadily towards him. His arms wrap around her as he lowers and guides them both down, sinking into the hay.

As he moves gently over her, she opens her eyes to look up at him. His eyes lock with hers as he sees straight into her soul, the soul of her desire and need. A single ray of sunlight glints off his hair making a halo around his face. She cradles his cheek in her warm palm and draws him down to resume the kiss which has stolen her reserve and replaced it with an aching want, the innocence replaced with wantonness. 

His hand roams up and down her side, from curve of breast to flare of hip, letting them learn her shape, memorizing with touch what he has already memorized with sight. He cups her breast, thumb moving across her already aroused nipple. She gasps and arches against him as his touch sends a shock of sensation to the very center of her. Pleased by her response, he presses his hips downward letting her feel his hardness, the response she has created in him. 

Smiling down at her, he moves to unbutton the row of tiny buttons on the bodice of her blouse. Warm fingers part the two sides as each button slips free, exposing inch after inch of smooth creamy skin and, finally, the inner curves of her breasts. He kisses her softly once more then trails his lips down the pale column of her neck and across her chest, placing one final kiss between her breasts, feeling her heart racing beneath his lips. He raises his head and smiles down at her as his thumb flicks across her hard nipple. She gasps as the heat rushes into her cheeks again. 

He moves to her side, leaning on one elbow. The warmth of his hand cradles and teases her breast as he lowers his head to kiss her again. He nibbles at her lower lip for a moment before tasting her again. He sucks lightly on her tongue as his hand slides along the length of her body, molding his palm to her curves. His firm touch follows the line of her body, from swell of breast, to tiny waist, over the flare of her hip, and along her strong leg to her boot clad ankle. His fingers tug at the hem of her skirt finally sliding beneath to touch her warm flesh.

She sighs into his kiss at the feel of skin on skin again. She shivers beside him as his fingers tickle back up her leg, pushing the skirt upward as he goes. Her hand cradles his cheek as the kiss continues, lips sealed and tongues dancing. Her gentle touch traces his ear and finally curves around the nape of his neck, her fingers combing through his hair, nails teasing his scalp. She trails her hands down over his shoulders, fingernails scratching lightly across his shirt.

His hand finally returns to the fullness of her hip. Slowly, he slides his palm around to flatten against her tummy. He feels her muscles tense and quiver beneath his touch as he backs away from the kiss to look down at her, watching her sooty lashes flutter against her cheeks. He continues to watch her as his hand crawls lower, cupping her body in his palm. A soft sigh passes her bruised lips as he finally cradles her heated flesh. She gasps as one strong finger slips into her and brushes over the sensitive bud that hides between the petals of her flesh. Her eyes fly open as his finger teases this new sensation from her body, and she stares up at him wide-eyed, amazed.

He smiles down at her and again claims her lips in a deep kiss. Trailing tiny nibbling kisses down her throat and chest, he hears her moan softly as his hand holds her. His lips close around one hard rosy nipple, and he sucks lightly, pulling another gasp from her. Her back arches like a strung bow as the two sensations mingle, his tongue flicking over one hard little bud in time with the caress of his fingertip on the moist, swollen bud between her legs.

Her hands frame his face, fingers pushing into his hair, as she holds him close to her breast. She rolls toward him and presses against him, seeking she knows not what. He releases her body and begins undoing the buttons on his shirt which were so much easier to do up that morning. Her hands join his, freeing button after button, watching the fabric part to reveal the broad expanse of his tanned chest. She pushes the shirt back and glances at his face, meeting his eyes for a brief moment before dipping her head and using the pink tip of her tongue to tease across his nipple, wanting to know if he will like it as well as she did. Her answer is his low moan. She sucks lightly as her tongue flicks back and forth. Finally, she bites him gently, feeling him jerk against her as his arms circle her tightly and he presses against her urgently. He breaks away from her and frees himself from the constraint of his breeches. She watches his movements and gasps, frightened eyes flying to meet his. He laughs softly and kisses her, reassuring her again, calming this new fear. He takes her hand in his own and guides her to himself, curling her hand around the length of him. He moans quietly at the feel of her soft palm and slim fingers. She answers his moan with one of her own as he begins to move their joined hands against the hard, silken heat of him.

Unable to wait any longer, he pushes her back into the hay and rises above her, settling between her legs. He kisses her hungrily, and she answers the passion with her own. Her arms slide around him again, holding him close as they kiss. She moans softly, feeling him slide into her and then hesitate as he meets the resistance of her maidenhood. He separates from the kiss to look down at her, remaining motionless, waiting to claim her. A soft sound of protest escapes her as her eyes flutter open to stare up at him and her hands flatten against his back, trying to pull him closer still. He kisses her tenderly with smiling lips, then with a sudden thrust, he steals her innocence. A sharp cry from her startles the animals, making the doves rustle above them and the horse snort softly beside them. 

He seals his lips over hers, taking her small scream into himself, swallowing her pain and replacing it with pleasure as he begins to move slowly inside her. He soon feels her start to move beneath him, her hips meeting his as a quiet purr vibrates in her throat. He looks deep into her wide eyes, past tear-dampened lashes, seeing himself in the dark pools. She gazes back, already beyond the pain of a moment before. Her lips spread in a delicate smile as she nods slightly, and one full tear slips onto her cheek. He lowers his head and kisses that one small reminder of her pain away.

He rocks slowly into her, over and over again, sliding deeply inside her, feeling the moist heat of her gripping him tightly. She lifts her hips, meeting each thrust with a welcoming tilt. Her hands roam across his chest, toying with his nipples, then slipping under his shirt and around him to pull him close to her. He moves above her, inside her, feeling her hard nipples tickle his chest with each movement. His hand strays down her side again, retracing his course to the crook of her knee. He lifts her leg, feeling her muscles jump beneath his fingers as the soft skin of her inner thigh glides against his hip. She slides her leg around him, hooking behind him, holding him deep inside. He drives into her, pulling a low moan from her as her arms tighten around him and her legs circle him and lock together at her ankles.

Surrounded by her, wrapped in her, filling her, the scent of her skin and hair filling his nose, the feel of her skin against his, the sounds of her beneath him all fill his being as he pushes as deeply into her as he can, wanting to possess all of her. She reacts to him, her body clenching tightly around him, arms tightening her hold on him, her nails scoring his back, her legs locking behind him, allowing him no escape. Her head is thrown back and mouth open in a small circle as the first waves crash over her, and she falls willingly into the flood of sensation. She cries out with a tiny sound of pleasure, of amazement, and arches upward against him, holding him tightly both within and without. Feeling her clenching around him and listening to her voice her pleasure pull him over the edge, and he follows her, letting his release consume him. A deep moan slips from him, mingles with hers, then drifts to the rafters where the doves rustle on their perch.

She holds him tightly and closely against herself, cradling his body with her own as they float back to land. He relaxes into her embrace, lowering his head to kiss her tenderly. Her hands frame his face as she returns the kiss then draws his head down to her shoulder. Her body envelops him, arms around his neck, hands playing with his hair, legs still around him, him still within her. His arms slide around her to draw her close as their heartbeats slow and their breathing becomes deeper and slower. They doze in the late afternoon sun that throws long shadows across them, holding each other close, listening to each other breathe, calming heated bodies with soft caresses. The soft fluttering of the doves lull them to sleep in each others' arms. 



Innocence Lost: Becoming a Slut



Milly Tremain's life took a strange turn in her senior year of high school, that would permanently alter her for the rest of her life. Milly had just turned 18 and was feeling the need to express her independence, but she didn't have the judgment to know how to handle her newly found freedom. 

In recent years, Milly's lovely body had blossomed into womanhood, sporting the same flaring hips and heavy bust that marked her mother's figure. As Milly grew older, she increasingly resembled her buxom mother. As she acquired her mother's curves and a more confident step, she began to move with the same womanly grace as her mother. Shelly Tremain had been a great beauty in her youth, with a stunning figure and long locks of wheat-colored hair that wafted about her face. Even as a middle aged woman, she was still striking, but she wore the dowdy dresses of a housewife and had a Puritanical aversion to showing off her curves. 

Milly was told by her grandmother, that her mother had been a very beautiful and popular girl in high school. Her mother had never shown her any pictures from that time period, so Milly was delighted when her grandmother had opened a photo album to show her pictures of her mother in her youth. "Milly, you look so much like your mother at that age," her grandmother told her kindly. Milly thought that she did look remarkably similar to the old photos of her mother in high school. Milly, however, didn't think that she would ever be as beautiful and glamorous as the young woman in the photos. Milly had her mother's curves, but her face was rounder and she was shorter than her mother. Her hair color was a darker shade of blond, edging toward brunette in some places. 

Milly's mother was careful to not let her precious daughter hang out with the wrong crowd. Milly chafed at her mother's overprotectiveness at times, yet she generally respected her mother's wishes and had avoided the parties frequented by the faster crowd in her school. 

When Milly's best friend, Nelly, called one Saturday afternoon and asked her to come to her house, Milly's mother gave her permission to go because she didn't worry that Nelly would get her into trouble. Nelly was one of the select girls that her watchful mother considered to be socially appropriate. Nelly came from a good family who had lived in their small town for generations. 

Her mother was very careful to only allow Milly to associate with the right class of people, since a girl's reputation in small towns was easy to break, but very hard to recover afterwards. It was widely rumored that Milly's mother had slept with several of the town's most eligible men, before marrying Milly's father. For that unpardonable sin, she was never invited to the social gatherings of the most prominent women in the town. The exclusion was subtle, yet it cut Milly's mother deeply and she was determined to make sure that her daughter did not suffer from youthful indiscretions as she had. People in small towns had long memories and a girl who got a reputation could rarely shake it, no matter how decent and upright a woman she might be later in life. 

Milly skipped over to Nelly's house which was just around the corner. Nelly had long wavy brunette hair and a slim build, which generally didn't attract much attention, but today she was wearing lots of makeup and had styled her hair differently. Milly thought she looked good in her tight stretch pants which showed off her slim hips and little round bottom, but she was surprised to see the normally retiring girl so attired. After greeting Nelly's mother at the front door, Milly was pulled in Nelly's room. 

Milly explained, "Milly, I want to go to a party tonight, but my mom will never let me out of the house unless I go with someone like you, someone she trusts. Do you mind?" 

Milly grinned, knowing that her mother would say exactly the same thing to her. She would never let her go to a party, unless she went with a "good" girl like Nelly. Milly and Nelly both had equally protective mothers and the girls were long accustomed to working around the restrictions imposed by their mothers. 

Thus, the two girls got their mothers to agree to let them go to the party that Saturday night. Nelly insisted that Milly dress differently for the party. Milly had never been very particular about clothes. In the last year she had started to fill out, which shapely hips and a full bust, but she had never been very fashionable. She didn't do much with her dirty blonde hair, except comb it straight and pin it back so the locks hung long and flowing down her back. She rarely made-up her face, aside from a bit of lipstick, since she was too practical to waste 15 minutes every morning doing her makeup like some of the more popular girls at school. Yet, Nelly insisted she look nice and she used a curling iron to add some wave to Nelly's bangs, so they didn't have to be pinned back, but could hang in front without covering her eyes. 

Nelly enthused, "Milly, why don't you try on some of my older sister's clothes. She is busty like you and she left a whole box of outfits that she will never use again when she left for college. They rummaged through the box, and found a green dress that Nelly liked. Milly thought that it was too small for her bigger frame, but Nelly insisted she try it on. As she had predicted, it was designed for a smaller girl, yet it was made of a stretchable fabric so it expanded to fit her wider hips and bust, still it was too tight and rode too high up her thighs for her comfort. 

Nelly, however, insisted that it make her look "hot", and examining herself in the mirror, she had to agree that the dress did make her look very different. The tight fabric showed off her figure with high fidelity, allowing everyone to see how her hips and derriere had filled out into womanly curves and the fullness of her budding breasts contrasted nicely with her pert little waist. 

After Nelly painted up Milly's face covering it with foundation, eyeliner, blush, and a bright shade of red lipstick, she hardly recognized herself. The girl staring back at her in the mirror was dressed to show off her budding body and she did look "hot" as Nelly had said. Nelly looked "hot" as well, with stretch pants and a tight top which highlighted her svelte figure. Both of the girls looked quite different from the modest image they normally cultivated at school. 

Nelly gripped her hand and told her how good she looked. Milly was secretly excited, if a little disconcerted by her new appearance. She was even more disconcerted by how different Nelly was acting. The girl was much more assertive and confident, insisting that Milly do certain things, whereas the old Nelly would have done little more than gently suggest. 

There were other odd things about Nelly as well. She was oddly evasive when Milly asked her about the party, only telling her where it would be held, but not who would be coming or even how she was invited. 

Finally the two girls, slipped out the back door, called their goodbyes to Nelly's mother without letting her see what they were wearing. Nelly pulled Milly around the corner where they waited until she spotted a blue pickup pulling up to the curb. Nelly waved enthusiastically at the boy behind the wheel, but Milly hung back at the sight of the boy, who she recognized as Tom Delhart. He was one of the wildest boys in the school and seemed like the last person who would be interested in a mousy, little girl like her friend Nelly. 

Many of the girls admired Tom Delhart with his flashing blue eyes and rakish black hair which hung in his eyes, but they whispered dark things about the way he treated his girlfriends. He liked to take his girls to raucous parties and feed them drinks until they were tipsy, then pull them into a backroom and screw them in a way so everyone at the party could hear the girl moaning. Even worse, he would sometimes invite a friend to take the same girl after he finished with her. No girl who had dated Tom Delhart ever survived with her reputation intact. His first girlfriend had been so disgraced, that she had moved away, and nobody had heard from her since. His second had gotten pregnant and dropped out of school. 

His third girl, Sheila was widely known as the class slut, since she had slept with a whole string of boys before Tom, so there was no reputation to destroy, yet Tom only made her more infamous. It was widely gossiped that Tom and several of his buddies would take Sheila out to the lake for tailgate parties. The boys would drink whiskey out of the pack of Tom's pickup, while Sheila walked into the woods first with Tom, then with each of his friends in turn. Afterwards, the boys would snicker about how they had nailing Sheila on a tattered blanket under the dark stars. 

Tom had been sleeping with Sheila for almost a year, before they had a spectacular fight in the middle of English class and refused to talk to each other afterwards. Tom hadn't been seen with any girls for almost a month after that, but Milly had heard rumors that Tom had been spotted with a new girl riding in his blue pickup. Tom always drove his pickup with reckless speed, but he avoided any tickets, because his rich daddy was the sheriff's best friend and all the officers in town knew it. Because he drove so fast, the gossipers only got a quickly glance as he passed them on the road, so nobody knew for sure the identity of Tom's new girlfriend. 

Milly grabbed Nelly's wrist as her friend started to move toward the idling pickup. "We can't go to a party with HIM!," Milly hissed in her friend's ear. 

Nelly whispered back, "Milly, I didn't want to tell you, but I'm sort of seeing Tom now." 

Milly gaped at her friend, too surprised to know how to respond. She couldn't believe that the mousy girl with meek brown eyes who she had known since kindergarten would dare to date such a notorious boy like Tom Delhart. 

Nelly begged her. "Please Milly, don't back out on me now. I really want to go to this party." 

Milly reluctantly allowed Nelly to drag her toward the waiting pickup truck. Tom sat in the truck, grinning a rakish smile at the girls as they climbed into the cab with him. Tom was perfectly pleasant, although Milly noticed how his eyes raked over her body when he greeted her. He kissed Nelly warmly on the mouth, for longer than was appropriate, then gunned the engine. 

Milly could see that Nelly was ecstatic to be sitting close to Tom in the tight cab of the pickup, so she refrained from saying anything on the way to the party, which was at the house of a boy who she barely knew. Milly determined that she would give her friend an earful later on what she thought about her notorious boyfriend, but she wouldn't embarrass her in front of him. 

When they got to the party, dance music radiated out of the house full of people. Tom took Nelly's hand and let her up the front steps and through the front door. Milly dutifully tagged along behind the couple. Tom seemed to know everyone in the house. The boys slapped him on the shoulder in the way of juvenile males and handed him drinks, which he pressed into Nelly's and Milly's hands. Milly took a tiny sip of the drink and wrinkled her nose at the hard liquor she detected under the fruit punch.  

She stared out wide eyed at the people at the party, who she knew by reputation, but normally didn't talk to. There were several boys who had already graduated from high school and many of the players on the basketball team. The girls were all from the fast and popular crowd, who generally ignored Milly at school. 

Tom pulled Nelly with him into a crowd of his friends, but Milly didn't know any of them, so she pulled back and sat in a corner, sipping her drink. It didn't taste that bad, and it soothed the nervous girl to have something to hold in her hand. She sipped it pensively, watching the people moving in and out of the room. 

Milly looses her virginity 

Milly didn't have much in common with the other girls and she didn't know what to say to them, so she kept to herself. She noticed that Nelly also wasn't included in the circle of popular girls, but she seemed to be entertained by Tom's male friends. Milly didn't like the way that the boys were looking at Nelly, nudging each other and snickering when her back was turned. Milly decided that she could leave Nelly alone with the boys, so she got up out of her chair to go and talk to her. 

One of Tom's friends intercepted her on the way. She barely knew him, except for the fact that his name was Sid and he played basketball. Sid was tall, towering over Milly, but he seemed eager to talk to her, which was surprising considering that he had never said a word to her before in school. Milly wasn't good at meeting new people, but she tried to be agreeable and let him drag her into a conversation. The alcohol flowing through her veins loosened her tongue, and she was surprised to find herself conversing easily with Sid, despite their lack of familiarity. 

Sid then pulled her into other conversations and introduced Milly to more of the boys. She knew Danny, a heavy-set boy with curly blond hair and Ricco, a graceful boy with dark Italian features, but had never talked to either of them before. Milly was surprised to find herself laughing easily at their jokes and reflected that they all seemed to be eager to get to know her. They kept pressing cups of the fruit punch into her hands, which she dutifully downed. The fruity liquid slid easily down her throat. Although the taste of the liquor had bothered her at first, she hardly noticed it at all now. 

When she looked over at Nelly, she was shocked to see her friend locked in a long kiss with Tom. Tom's tongue was moving in her friend's mouth and one of his big hands was sliding possessively over her derrière. Milly was shocked that her friend would let a boy kiss her that way in public and even more shocked that Nelly seemed to be enjoying it. She was giggling and pressing her body eagerly up against Tom, as he kissed her. "God, what must everyone think of her?" Milly wondered. Milly didn't want to interrupt the two of them, but she did want to pull her friend aside and make sure everything was alright. Sid smoothly pulled her back into a conversation with the other boys, distracting her attention from Nelly and Tom. 

The next time that Milly glanced at Nelly, she saw the girl was sitting on Tom's lap. Tom's had his arm around her waist and he was whispering in her ear. Nelly seemed to be enjoying herself and Milly felt a twinge of jealousy shoot through her at the sight. She reflected that it must feel nice to be able to sit on a boy's lap and have him pay her so much attention. 

Sid kept pulling Milly back into a conversation, and she noticed that the tall boy had a handsome face with dark brown hair and dancing brown eyes, that seemed to light up when he talked to her. Milly had been slightly intimidated at first by the way he had gazed down at her, but now his height seemed more familiar and she didn't mind looking up at him when they talked. She noticed how his eyes would roam over her as he talked to her, seeming to fixate on her cleavage poking out from the top of her tight dress. With his height, Sid had a top-down view of her breasts. Milly was annoyed by his overt ogling, but the feel of his gaze on her shapely body also sent heady feelings gushing through her. It was secretly thrilling to feel a boy looking at her that way and Milly found herself blossoming under his male gaze. She found herself smiled at him and even posing for his benefit. Having a boy pay her so much attention, helped ease the pangs of jealousy she felt when she glanced at Nelly necking with Tom. 

Milly noticed with shock that Tom's hand was now fondling Nelly's right breast as he kissed her and Nelly seemed to be wriggling in his lap, encouraging him to touch her that way. Everyone else was pretending to ignore the necking couple, but Milly could see that several of the boys were covertly glancing at the corner where the couple say. Milly worried what people would say about her friend if she let a boy fondle her in public that way. She could already hear the mean and hurtful things that the girls at school would whisper about Nelly. Milly thought that she should do something to try and protect her friend, but she didn't want to make a scene either and she knew that it wouldn't be easy to get Nelly out of Tom's lap. 

Nonetheless, there was another emotion running through Milly at the sight of Tom's hands roaming over Nelly's body as they necked. Milly had never experienced anything but chaste kisses on the mouth during a couple of lackluster dates. Nelly obviously enjoyed the feel of Tom's hands on her derriere and breasts from the way she eagerly kissed Tom, and Nelly wondered what more her friend had done with the notorious boy. Even worse, more prurient thoughts floated through her head, wondering what it would feel like to feel a boy's hand on her own buttocks and breasts as he kissed her. Even worse she wondered if the boy who was currently ogling her wanted to do these things to her. She found herself blushing at Sid, embarrassed that she had these thoughts about the handsome boy. 

Sid just grinned and handed her another drink, then pulled her over to another knot of his friends. It nearly 20 minutes later that Milly noticed that Tom and Nelly had disappeared. She got worried when they didn't appear again and she determined to go and find her friend. She made an excuse about needing to use the bathroom and slipped away to hunt for her friend. It was only then that she noticed that her gait was unsteady and the world seemed slightly off-kilter. "That fruit punch must have been stronger than I though" she reflected as walked around looking for Nelly. 

When she couldn't find Nelly on the first floor, she crept up the stairs to the second floor of big house. Moving down the darkened hallway, she heard the sound of Nelly and Tom's voices behind the door in one of the bedroom. She raised her hand to knock on the door, when she heard the sound of Tom's commanding voice. "Suck it good...yes, just like that." 

Milly froze, unsure what to do. The alcohol pumping through her blood made it hard to think and she wondered in a daze if she should interrupt the couple and try to pull Nelly away. Nelly wouldn't appreciate it, and Milly wondered how they would get home, since they didn't have a car. In her indecision, Milly just stood in front of the door, listening. She could hear the sounds of lips sucking and a male groaning appreciatively and her active imagination filled in the details of Nelly on her knees with Tom's engorged penis in her mouth. Milly had never seen an erect male penis, but she had seen the videos which her father kept hidden in a box in the closet. She imagined Nelly sucking on Tom in the same way the porn stars did it in the videos. 

Nelly was certainly making the same warm sounds in her mouth as she sucked, just like the porn stars did. Milly wondered if Tom's staff would jerk and produce milky seed. Her fertile mind wondered if Nelly would swallow or if she would let Tom jerk it all over her face as they did in the videos. 

With these lascivious questions running through her head, Milly's heart began to pound and her cheeks flushed as a rush of arousal gripped her. When she heard the sound of bed springs creaking and Nelly giggling, she imagined her friend naked on the bed. Nelly's occasional sigh or gasp made it easy for Milly to picture what was happening on that bed, but she was totally unprepared for the sound of a sharp smack of a heavy palm hitting buttocks or Nelly's little yelps that followed. 

Milly caught Tom's voice over the din of the party downstairs. "My naughty girl likes it. Doesn't she?" 




Innocence Lost: Becoming a Slut



"God, ...yes!" Nelly groaned. Milly was throughly shocked by what she hear next. "Oh Tom, give me that cock. It feels soooo goooood. 

Tom chuckled, "Now you can't get enough of it can you? I knew you would be a good slut." Nelly groaned appreciatively. 

Milly couldn't believe her friend would let a boy spank her and call her a "naughty girl" and a "slut", but by Nelly obviously liked it, judging from the warm moans coming from the bedroom. Milly should have stopped listening and walked away, but she was so shocked by what she was hearing that she seemed to be rooted to the spot. Every time Nelly moaned, Milly felt a little jolt shoot down her spine. She wondered what if would feel like to have a boy's staff inside her. Would she moan like Nelly did? 

More smacks echoed through the dark hallway followed by sharp gasps and groans. "That's right. My little slut is a naughty girl and needs punished, doesn't she?" "Oh God, yes!" Milly could hear the excitement and need in Nelly's voice. Then, she heard the sound of bodies slapping together at a faster tempo and the groans became more frequent, until Nelly cried out sharply, and then the sounds abruptly stopped. 

Milly's heart was racing and tension radiated through of her curvaceous body from the wetness pooling in her neither regions. Arousal coupled with alcohol was making her head spin and she stepped unsteadily down the stairs and rejoined the party.  

Sid was waiting for her in the throng of people downstairs. Looking up into the dark eyes of his handsome face, made her heart skip a beat. He handed her another cup of cool punch, and it felt refreshing going down her hot throat. The rush of the alcohol through her system prepared her for the shock of feeling Sid´s lips descending on her own. His lips felt good against her mouth and she forgot about everything else. She forgot to be embarrassed that she was kissing a boy in the middle of a party. She was only aware of the sensation of his lips on her own and the way his palm cupped her jaw, turning her face upward to meet his lips. When she felt his tongue pushing into her mouth, she was so surprised by the slippery feel of it, that she didn't stop him. It was strange to feel a boy's tongue moving against her own tongue, but the longer Sid's tongue flicked in her mouth, the more she liked it. It excited her as did the feel of Sid's big hands holding her as they kissed. When the kiss finally ended, Milly was more than ready for another, but Sid was already dragging her toward the stairs. 

Milly's head was whirling as she stumbled up the stairs and into the darkened hallway on the second floor. The thought hit her that maybe she shouldn't be letting a boy drag her off like this, when his lips met hers again. Despite what her brain might be telling her, her mouth was too occupied to voice any objections and the feel of his big body pressing up against hers made it hard to think. Her arms seemed to move of their own accord, curled around his neck to pull his head down to hers. His long arms came around her waist, to pull her hard up against him so she could feel him down the entire length of her voluptuous body. 

It felt strange to have her bust mashed up against a boy while kissing him, but Milly could see that it it excited Sid when he felt her generous breasts against his chest. Milly had grown very self-conscious about her large bust as she had filled out in recent years. Her large DD cup bras made her feel ungainly and unbalanced. She could no longer run in gym, without her large chest bouncing up and down in an embarrassing way. Even more embarrassing was the way that boys cast side-long glances at her breasts. She had become acutely conscious of the stares in recent years, aware that the boys were watching. Some part of her hated those stares, but another part liked to feel the boys' gazes sliding over her and liked the male attention. Milly was even more self-conscious about her large bust than normal when wearing that tight green dress. The stretchy fabric put her breasts were on full display in all their girth and Sid had been getting an eyeful all evening. 

It wasn't until Milly felt Sid's hand on her right breast, however, that she fully appreciated the appeal of her chest to the boy. His fingers trembled slightly as they explored her generous mound, almost reverently tracing over it, before giving it a gentle squeeze. Every time his hand flexed on her breast like that, it sent a little gasp up her throat. Unlike Nelly, Milly would never let a boy touch her like that in public, but she felt less self-conscious in the darkness of the hallway where nobody was watching them. 

The feel of Sid's hands spanning her waist, then smoothing up and down the small of her back and now fondling her breasts was intoxicating and thrilling. She didn't know the boy very well, but the aggressive way he touched her body in the dark while kissing her seemed to assert his right to be her boyfriend. Sid didn't have a bad reputation like Tom, and Milly liked the idea of being the tall boy's girl. He was widely admired at school for his athletic prowess on the basketball court. It never occurred to Milly that a boy would want to touch her like this without wanting to be her boyfriend. Milly felt herself giving into his large hands, letting them rove where ever they liked over her curvy body. They delighted in tracing down her ribs to pass over her narrow waist and onto her flaring hips. 

The feel of Milly's hourglass figure under his palms was exquisite, and Sid idly wondered how far he could push the inexperienced girl. He had noticed the girl's busty figure before at school, but she had always seemed too up tight for his tastes before tonight. Seeing her in that tight green dress, however, had awoken his interest, and seeing her come to the party with Tom, convinced him that she was ready to be loosened up the same way that Tom had loosened up Nelly over the last month. Tom had turned the shy girl into a little sexpot. Although the slender Nelly didn't appeal to Sid's tastes in women, Milly had the kind of generous curves that he appreciated and she was tall enough to appeal to Sid. 

Even more appealing was the challenge of bedding the innocent girl. He could tell from the uncertain way that she kissed and the way that she stiffened when he fondled her breasts that she was too inexperienced to know how to react. He found himself growing aroused as he planned how to deflower the girl. The way her cheeks flushed and she turned submissively in his arms told him that it would not be hard to convince her. Sid knew from experience that some girls just needed a little prodding before they learned to open their thighs to a guy, and Sid guessed that Milly would do it willingly once she learned how. He figured that Milly like her friend Nelly just had to be shown how much she liked sex and he was eager to show her. 

When Sid began to kiss her on the tender juncture between her neck and her shoulder, Milly began to run her hands through his short hair, exploring the nape of his neck and the hair behind his ears. He felt good under her hands and the masculine smell of him excited her. She especially liked the way his lips felt moving over her neck. "Who could have imagined that it would feel so good to be kissed?," she thought, turning her head to the side so he could get better access to the side of her neck. His mouth moved up until it found one of her ears and nibbled on one of her delicate ear lobes. The feel of his lips moving against her ear sent little shivers running down her spine, while the feel of his hands smoothing over her buttocks sent the shivers running up her spine. This dual assault on her senses left her feeling weak in the knees. 

"Are girls supposed to let a guy touch her on the derrriere like that?" Milly wondered in dazed confusion. Her small hands stopped exploring his neck and came down against his chest, as if to put a barrier between them. Her breasts were no longer pressed into his chest and she was poised between pushing him away and exploring the feel of his chest under his t-shirt. In Milly's confused face, Sid could see the sensual excitement and her lowered inhibitions from the alcohol warring with her innate caution. He had taken her too fast and now he needed to be careful or she would run away. His hands came up and covered her hands on his chest, letting her step back so their bodies where no longer pressed together, but also holding her so she couldn't escape him. He took her hands in his own, threading his fingers through hers. 

"Milly, I..." Sid was at a loss for words now. He wanted to seduce her, but he wasn't nearly as smooth talking as Tom. He had learned how to touch a girl, but he wasn't as sure how to talk her into letting him touch her. "I've been wanting to kiss you all evening." It wasn't a lie, but he had been wanting to do far more than just kiss her. Tom and Nelly were still occupying the spare bedroom, and he couldn't figure out how to get them out of it, so he could use it with Milly. Stalling for time, he pulled her hand up to his mouth and kissed the knuckles of her hand clasped in his own. His hands were so much bigger than her own. They felt strong. Milly recalled how they had felt just the moment before, smoothing over her waist and grabbing her buttocks. The strength of his big hands on her body had scared her, but they had also excited her. Milly had never been touched like that before and now she was curious. 

She knew that boys weren't supposed to touch her like that, at least not on the first date, and this wasn't even a date. Sid had just grabbed her and kissed her and put his hands where ever he liked on her body. The strange thing was that Milly had liked it. She had liked it when Sid had grabbed her that way, and that confused her. Good girls weren't supposed to like being treated that way. She should have pushed him away and told him NO, but she hadn't. Listening to Nelly and Tom, She had discovered that her friend liked to do far more with a boy and that made her curious as well. That curiosity held her immobile in the dark hallway, unsure how she should react, but she also wanting to feel his hands on her body again. 

Sid's hand released her own and then reached up to cup her cheek almost tenderly for a brief moment. Then he traced his big index finger around her lips before pushing it between her lips and into the warmth of her mouth. He held it there until Milly sucked on it. He felt blood rushing to his groin, thinking about what else he wanted her to suck on, but first she needed to get accustomed to sucking on his appendages. 

He then popped that wet finger out of her mouth and traced it down her neck and onto her chest, leaving a wet trail behind to tantalize her skin. His finger traced along the neckline of her dress, going over the slight swell of the tops of her breasts. His lips followed, kissing along the thin line where her dress terminated and her skin began. His unoccupied hands, soon found something to occupy them by cupping her large breasts. Milly's back was against the hallway wall now, preventing her from pulling back from his cupped hands. Through the thin fabric of her dress and the cups of her bra she felt the warmth of his palms and the flexing of his skillful fingers as he kneaded her mounds. 

This time she was more prepared for the feel of his hands on her bosom, but she was surprised to find herself thrusting forward her chest into his hands, inviting him to fondle her. She was also surprised to find her tongue reaching for his, the next time he kissed her. 

She was reacting instinctively to what her body liked, but he took it as an invitation to go farther, so he eased her back off the wall and reached behind her to find the zipper of her dress. Milly felt the metal zipper being moving down her back but her mouth was locked in a french kiss that left her so breathless that she couldn't speak. By the time she came up for air, Sid's fingers where already flexing on her back to unhook her bra. When the clasp was removed, the fabric holding up her breasts gave way so her chest dropped before him. 

Her hands came up in surprise, covering her breasts to hold her dress in place. He kept kissing her, distracting her as his hands worked the straps of her dress off her shoulders. His lips followed his hands, kissing the bare skin on her rounded shoulders. 

Milly had wanted to be kissed again, but she wasn't at all sure that she wanted to be undressed, yet the feel of his lips on her ticklish collar bone, was so entrancing that the words telling him to stop died on her lips. Instead her hands left her chest to push up against his chest to give her some distance. He was unmovable, but her dress wasn't. Without anything to hold up the front of her dress, it slipped down, falling until the straps caught on her bent elbows. 

Sid's eyes glittered at the sight of her drooping breasts swinging free of the garment. He reached over her hands on his chest to grasp her own chest, loving the feel of the soft mounds drooping into his palms. As his skillful fingers kneaded her breasts, probing the turgid flesh, Milly pushed against him, feeling his big chest under her small hands. When his fingers found the pink tips of her nipples and rolled them skillfully between his thumb and forefingers, Milly's hands clenched reflexively, raking her nails against his chest as she gathered the fabric of his shirt under her flexing fingers. Milly's heart was racing, but she couldn't speak when Sid's skillful mouth came down on her own and sucked the breath from her. He kissed her passionately, until the resistance in her arms began to weaken and she could no longer hold him back. He raised her right breast and directed its pink nipple upward so it could meet his lips when they left off kissing Milly's mouth. The feel of his laving tongue, made the nipple tighten into a bead of desire in his mouth, sending jolts of pleasure radiating out of her breast. Milly's mouth was now free to tell him NO, but instead it was gasping warm sounds as he sucked on first one, then the other breast, turning them into little pyramids of arousal. 

Suddenly Milly was no longer afraid of Sid's big hands and his skillful mouth. She now wanted to feel them on her body in a most desperate way, that overrode all fear. Her eyelids fluttered shut and her hands reached for him, threaded through his hair, pulling his head down closer to her chest. When he finally pulled his mouth off her breasts, he found her mouth warm and eager to be kissed again. When he pulled away to take off his shirt, Milly's eyes grew large at the sight of his bare torso, but the desire coursing through her veins now held her in place now. His bare flesh felt wonderful and wanton against her skin the next time he pulled her close. The hair curling on his chest make her tingle all over when it rubbed against her tender nipples.  

Then his hands were on her thighs, pulling up the hem of her dress so they could slide under. Her hose made her sleek and shear to the touch, but also let him feel her curves beneath. He raised up her dress until it was bunched around her waist, exposing her shapely hips encased in the almost transparent hose. He could see her white cotton panties underneath and bits of her blond pubic hair creeping out around the edges of the fabric. 

He knelt before her, his hands holding the dress up around her waist. Then, he reached for the top of the hose and started tugging the sheer fabric off her rounded hips. Milly felt it pulled over the fullness of her buttocks and down her thighs until it rested in a pool at her feet. She stared dumbly down at Sid on his knees before her as he leaned in close to press his face against the juncture of her thighs. She was growing wet now and the pungent smell of her arousal rose up, making her blush, as did the feel of his nose shoving aside her damp panties so he could lick her wetness. With one hand he held aside her panties so his tongue could get at her sex hidden beneath a crop of dark blond curls, while his other hand hold her hip up against the wall so she couldn't move. 

Milly was sure that she didn't want him touching her most intimate places like that until she felt his tongue rasping against the lips of her vagina. It felt far better than when she had touched herself between the thighs alone at night. He knew just were to put that tongue and it sent jolts through her whole body, far more powerful than when he had sucked on her nipples. Milly was embarrassed to find herself leaking so profusely now that she could smell the musk of her own arousal glistening on Sid's lips and chin, but he kept licking, reaching to hold her lips apart so he could expose more of her wet pinkness to his questing tongue. His fingers found a special spot above and rubbed her as he licked and suddenly the whole world reduced down to at one spot between her legs. 

Milly could think about nothing but how his fingers and his tongue were sending shivers of delight radiating out from her groin. At that moment, Milly didn't care that she didn't really know this boy, nor did she care that she shouldn't be letting him touch her like this. She didn't care about all her mother's efforts to keep her respectable or her fantasies about love. She just wanted to keep feeling whatever Sid was doing to her. 

Sid could feel the change in Milly. He could see the arousal gleaning in her eyes and feel the way that her hands grasped bunches of his hair pulling his head closer to her slick vagina. The virginal girl didn't know what she wanted, but he did and the blood rushed to his groin as he anticipated giving it to her. He was on his feet in a flash, not caring if she was ready for it. He could only think about how much his own staff was throbbing and needed to be inside her. "Put our arms around my neck, and hang on" he whispered. When she curled her arms around him, his hands grasped her by the buttocks, and he lifted her up against the wall hard, and stepped between her open thighs. She gasped in surprise to feel his hips grinding up against her open thighs, then gasped in greater surprise when he lifted her higher, then removed one of his big hands from her buttocks to unsnap his jeans and lower his zipper. 

She knew on an intellectual level, that Sid had a penis, but she couldn't see it as he took it out of his trousers underneath her. It was only when she felt it's bullet head butting against the juncture of her thighs that brought it home in a more visceral way. Suddenly she was afraid. She could feel it throbbing against her when his fingers moving to pull her panties aside so it would have access to the most intimate part of her body. Not being able to see it, as well as the fact that she was utterly helpless to prevent being speared by his manhood, only made her more fearful. "No, wait!" she cried, but he wasn't listening. He was only thinking about how much he wanted to feel himself inside her. He lowered her down onto his staff. Despite her attempts to lift up her hips, she couldn't fight gravity and his engorged staff slid up into her. 

Whatever her head might have been telling her at that moment, her body knew what it wanted, and she was very wet to receive him. He slid in easily, until he hit a little resistant wall, and then that gave way with a small tear and he was buried in her sheath up to the hilt. She bucked her hips, unaccustomed to having his hardness in her most intimate depths, but that only worked him deeper into her. It was big and stretching her in uncomfortable ways that made her gasp, then he was removing it which made her cry out in relief, until he started to shove it back into her even harder this time. It was only by the third thrust into her that Milly started to feel something pleasurable shoot inside her. She was still telling him to take it out of her half a dozen thrusts later when she started to moan. Then, she couldn't get it into her fast enough. "Oh god, give it to me, yessss!" Milly had never imaged that it would feel so good, and she wanted to feel his staff moving inside her more than anything else. 




Innocence Lost: Becoming a Slut



Then suddenly Sid got red in the face. Sid had been in a state of constant arousal for the whole evening, so he didn't last long. Milly heard Sid groan and felt him jerking inside her. Suddenly it was all over and he was putting her back down on her feet and zipping back up his pants. 

Milly stared numbly at Sid unable to comprehend what had just happened to her. "Milly," he started "That was great. I..." Milly just stared, not reacting when he gave her a peck on the cheek. 

Nelly must have heard them having sex, because it was at that point that she poked her head out of the doorway to the bedroom, wearing only Tom's T-shirt. When she saw the look of shock on Milly's face, she exclaimed, "Oh Sid, you should have been gentle with her." Then, she grabbed her friend by the arm. "Sid, I'll help her get dressed. I don't think that she wants to see you right now." Her friend led Milly into a bathroom. 

Nelly helped her zip up her dress and began to clean off her smudged makeup. It was only then that the tears came. Slow at first and then they came in a torrent. "Oh Nelly, he stuck it in me... I didn't want it, not like that... I don't even know him... I'm supposed to be in love the first time..." 

Nelly hugged her and patted her consolingly on the back. "I'm so sorry, Milly. I never should have brought you to this party." 

Now Milly was sobbing brokenly on her friends shoulder. "I should have stopped him, but I never even told him to stop until he was already sticking it inside me. And then I told him to keep doing it." 

Nelly nodded knowingly in her friend's face. "You liked it, didn't you?" 

Milly cried, "Uh huh, but I shouldn't have." 

Nelly shook her head dolefully, "Milly, it was the same way with me the first time. It gets better, I promise." 

At that point, Nelly should have taken her friend home, but everything she knew about sex, she had learned from Tom Delhart. Tom had taught her all the wrong ways to like sex, so she didn't know any better. Tom had taken her in the same way the first time, so she assumed that it had to be that way the first time. When she had cried afterwards, he had forced her to have sex again, until she stopped crying. When he touched her like that, she couldn't say NO, and she suspected that her friend was the same way. He had forced Nelly to keep having sex with him that first night until she was begging for it. 

Nelly figured that Milly just needed to learn to like it as she had. "Milly, you need to try it again. You'll like it more the second time. I promise." 

Milly looked at her friend, aghast. "No way I can do it again." 

"Sure, you can, Milly," Nelly soothed. "I'll tell Sid to be gentle with you this time and take it slow, or I can ask one of the other boys." 

"No, I don't want any boy to touch me ever again." 

Nelly was concerned now. "Oh Milly, you can't mean that. They can make you feel so good. You liked some of it didn't you?" 

"Uh huh." 

"Did Sid play with your boobs?" 

"Uh huh." 

"Did you like it?" 

"Uh huh." 

"Did he lick your pussy?" 

Milly winced at the crude way Nelly referred to her body parts, but she nodded reluctantly. 

"Did you like it?" 

"Uh huh." 

"You told me you liked it when he put it inside you." 

"Uh huh." 

"So what part didn't you like?" 

"I don't know. It's just that... I couldn't stop it once he started and I don't even love him." 

Nelly wasn't sure about love, since she had never experienced it, but she knew all about not being able to stop a boy once he started touching her. "Oh, Milly, that's normal. That is how I always feel and after you have done it a few times, you will like not being able to stop, I promise." 

"But...It's so scary, not having control over yourself." 

"She must be a slut like me," Nelly thought, at least that was what Tom called her when she lost all control over her own reactions and he could force her to do anything he wanted in bed. The more Tom called her a "slut", however, the more she liked what he made her do when he called her that word. She could never admit it, but Nelly was starting to like being called a "slut" because it gave her permission to enjoy what ordinary girls shouldn't. 

"Well if she is a slut, she might as well learn to like it," Nelly thought. "She just needs to get over her guilt complex for liking it." Nelly determined to help her friend. "Come on Milly, let me help you clean up your makeup. You look a mess." Nelly painted up her face and fixed her hair, so she looked just as sexually desirable as when she had arrived at the party. 

Milly has sex again 

Nelly grabbed Milly's hand and led her back to the party. Nelly found a knot of Tom's friends, and grabbed Danny out of the crowd and told him to dance with Milly. Danny with his round baby face and blond curls was much less threatening than Sid and Milly reluctantly allowed him to pull her away from some slow dancing, just swaying back and forth with him holding onto her waist. It wasn't that scary and Milly started to relax. Danny had a pleasant personality and he knew how to say nice things to her to get her to smile. 

Milly's tight green dress drew Danny's eyes to her hourglass figure and her big bust waggled in face as they danced. The more Danny looked at Milly, the more he liked. Even more, he liked the fact that she had gone upstairs earlier that evening with Sid, and Sid had come back down all grins, which means that she was a loose girl would put out. The fact that she was Nelly's friend only reinforced that belief. Tom had given all his friends a turn with Nelly and Danny figured Milly must be as loose as her friend. 

Thus, he was surprised when she stiffened when he tried to kiss her, but he held on and kept kissing her until she stopped trying to pull away from him. "She's just teasing me," he thought and pulled her closer to french kiss her. 

Milly was shocked to feel the same sensations wash through her as when Sid had kissed her with his tongue in her mouth. This time, however, she knew how to respond to the kiss, and her tongue moved to flick against his. Milly hadn't wanted Danny to kiss her, so she was surprised when she found herself responding to that kiss. It felt just like when Sid had kissed her, only this time she knew what to expect. Milly had supposed that she would only like kissing one boy, but Danny's mouth convinced her that she liked kissing more than one. She wondered if she would like kissing every boy in the same way. 

Just like Danny's mouth, Danny's hands were also taking the same liberties with her body as Sid's had. Like Sid, he kept his lips locked on hers, so she couldn't voice any objections when he ran his hands over her shapely figure. After a while Milly wasn't so sure that she wanted to object. His hands weren't as big and scary as Sid's had been, but they awakened the same feelings within her as Sid's had when they smoothed over her back and traced down her sides so he could feel her hourglass figure moving under his palms. Danny gloried in the contrast between her narrow waist and her flaring hips which rounded so nicely in his grasp. 

Milly felt herself giving in to Danny's hands, turning compliantly under his grasp, so he could touch her as he liked. It scared her that she had turned to putty in his arms so easily despite her earlier declaration that she didn't want any boy to ever touch her again. "Maybe Nelly is right. Its normal to not be able to say NO to a boy." 

Danny wanted to do much more than just kiss her. "Let's go for a walk, Milly," he suggested. 

Milly stiffened, knowing that he wanted to do more than take in some night air. "Danny, let's stay here." 

"OK, Milly, no worries. Let's just sit a bit." He soothed her rising fear. 

Milly was glad. She didn't trust herself to be alone with another boy after what had just happened with Sid. 

Danny led her to a table in the corner where they could sit with their backs to the wall while watching the party. He handed her a cup of spiked punch and they sat for a while. He was back to his pleasant self, making innocuous comments to pass the time, which Milly appreciated. After a while he took her hand and stroked her fingers lightly. It felt nice and was non-threatening, so Milly relaxed. 

It was then that she felt Danny's other hand on her thigh. At first it just stroked lightly, but soon it was creeping up under her dress. Danny's round baby face looked so sweet and innocent, but his finger's were anything but innocent in the way that they inched up between her thighs. Milly looked around in a panic, but nobody could see what Danny's hand was doing under the table. If she kept her composure, nobody would guess what was happening under the table. Milly hissed under her breath, "Stop it, Danny." 

He grinned and whispered back, "You know that you want it, Milly. I saw you go upstairs with Sid earlier this evening." 

Milly froze, unsure how to respond. "God, he must think I'm some kind of slut," she thought in horror. 

Danny's hand took advantage of her indecision and crept up further until it was almost at the juncture of her thighs. Milly blushed furiously to feel his fingers inches from her groin. He then leaned over and started to kiss her again. Milly tried to sit perfectly still and not encourage him in any way. She didn't want to make a scene by pushing him away, because then everyone would look their way and notice his hand between her thighs. Instead, she planned to discourage him by proving to him that she wasn't the slut he assumed her to be. She sat rigid, with her lips hard and pursed, as he tried to kiss her. 

Then she felt his fingers brushing against the panty hose covering her private parts and she opened her mouth to gasp. Danny's tongue was in her mouth before she knew it. She was mad and tried to bite down on his tongue, but he withdrew teasingly. He had cracked her frigid composure, and made her react. 

His index finger was moving in a circular motion, rubbing against her panty hose in a maddening way that made it impossible to ignore. Milly bit her lower lip, trembling at her fear of being caught in this predicament and at the blood rushing into her neither regions. 

He kissed her again. As they kissed, she whispered in a furious whisper, "you bastard", but he noticed that her lips were softer now and more yielding. He kept rubbing between her thighs as he kissed her until her hips moved, pressing her groin into his rubbing fingers. He grinned, knowing that he had been right about her. She might pretend to be the innocent, but she was getting turned on. 

Finally, Milly could stand it no longer and she risked moving her hand down below the table to grab his wrist and pull his hand out from between her thighs. She was beet red now and hoping that nobody had noticed what she was doing. 

Danny let her pull his hand out of her dress, but he grasped her hand and held it under the table with his. Then, he moved her hand over to his own crotch, pressing her palm against the growing bulge in his pants. Through the fabric Milly could feel his erection throbbing under her fingers. Danny held the back of her hand firmly, so she couldn't pull away. Milly was shocked to have her hand on a boy's crotch, but she had never felt a boy's penis before and her fingers traced the outline of his member, curious about it despite her revulsion. She hadn't been able to see Sid's member, when he had thrust it into her. 

Danny leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Stroke it, baby" Milly shook her head, but there was something so intimate about a boy whispering "baby" in her ear and her fingers did start stroking it. Maybe it was payback for the way Danny had just stroked her own groin, but she liked the way he trembled slightly when she touched his member under the table. 

When Danny released her hand, Milly withdrew it quickly from under the table, but now Danny had desire pooling in his eyes as he kissed her passionately and his hands were running over her back pulling her into his kisses. She tried not to encourage him, but she was getting excited in spite of her intention to hold him at bay. 

Nelly had been covertly watching their hands under the table and she decided to help events along. She chose that moment to come around the table and pull Milly out of her chair. I want to show you something, Milly" she dragged her friend along, giving Danny a beckoning gesture to follow. She took Milly's hand and pulled her up the staircase to the second floor. With a dramatic gesture, she swung open the bedroom door and urged Milly inside. "I could see that you two needed a little privacy," she winked. "Now, you two have fun" and she gestured for Danny to follow Milly into the bedroom and she closed the door behind him. 

Milly couldn't believe that her friend had just put her into room with a boy who she had been trying to hold off. She turned to walk back out of the bedroom, but Danny had grabbed her around the waist and turned her back to kiss him. He held her firmly, refusing to let her leave and Milly felt her resolve begin to crumble the longer he held her. He wasn't tall and muscular as Sid had been, but his body felt softer and nice pressed against her. His blond curls were kind of adorable, she thought as his hands reached to caress her breasts. 

Milly was sure that she didn't want to be touched by another boy after Sid, but Sid had awakened something within her, and once her initial resistance had crumbled, Milly found that she wanted to feel it again, just as Nelly had predicted. Once he got her aroused, Milly was eager to feel Danny's hands on her bare flesh and his mouth on the tender parts of her voluptuous body. She stood compliantly while he undressed her and let him pull her into the bed. The sheets felt exquisite against her bare skin as did his skin when their bodies came into contact. He loved her big breasts and sucked on one of her nipples incessantly, while his hands explored the rest of her. 

Milly was now curious enough about the male body to start exploring the contours of Danny as well. He had less body hair than Sid, which made it easier to see all of him. He pulled her hand onto his engorged staff and she marveled at how it pulsed under her fingers when she stroked it. Then, he groaned and pushed it toward her mouth. Milly was sure that it would taste gross, but she gave an experimental lick. It had the musky smell of something confined too long in a warm, damp place, but it felt so alive against her tongue, and that excited her for some reason. When Danny pushed it into her mouth, she closed her lips around it. She marveled at the way she could make him tremble and groan and the power she held over him just by sucking on his staff. He turned rock hard in her mouth. 

His arousal seemed to heighten her own. When he reached between her thighs, he found the lips of her vagina to be wet and welcoming to his fingers. He crawled between her thighs and began to lick while his index and thumb rubbed back and forth on each of her lips. Milly bucked her hips up against tongue, urging it deeper into her. 

By the time he crawled up onto her to mount her missionary style, she was mindless with desire and couldn't wait to feel him inside her sheath. Danny wasn't as big as Sid had been, so he stretched her less, which made his staff easier to bear when he first thrust inside her. Once he started moving back and forth inside her, she lost all conscious thought for the next couple minutes. Strange and wondrous sensations rippled up within her and she wanted it to never stop. 

Danny, however, like Sid had been been in a state of erection for so long, that he didn't last long and his milky seed started to spurt inside her. It was only afterwards as she was touching this viscous liquid in wonder that was was leaking out of her vagina, did she stop to think how dangerous it was to let a boy spurt his seed inside her. 

Nelly had been right. The second time had been better than the first, and she lay in a contented daze afterwards, her body floating blissfully in the sheets. Then, Danny got up abruptly and left her, without saying a single word to her. It was only then that she started to cry, realizing that she hadn't meant a thing to him, except as a good lay. 

She had let two boys who she barely knew take her in a single night, and neither loved her like a boy was supposed to. Her first time was supposed to be special. Milly curled into a little ball feeling miserable and wondering how she had gotten herself into this situation. 

Milly lay in that position, until Nelly stumbled into the room, clearly drunk. "Milly," She came over and hugged her friend. "Did you have fun?" she slurred her speech collapsing on the bed. 

Milly didn't know what to say. How could she explain that that Nelly had been right and wrong at the same time. The sex had been more enjoyable the second time, as Nelly had promised her, but now she was racked by even worse guilt than the first time. 

Nelly might have been drunk, but she was still perceptive enough to observe, "Oh Milly, you've been crying again. I thought Danny would make you forget about Sid." 

"I don't want to think about either of those jerks." 

Nelly nodded in agreement. "I know what you mean. All the boys are jerks, but I like how they fuck me! I can't help it." 

Milly was appalled, "Nelly, how can you say that?" 

Nelly rolled over on the bed, so she was facing her friend. "Milly, I'm sorry that you had to see me with Tom, but you had to find out some day. I've become a slut." 

Milly knew that the liquor had loosened up her friend's lips, but Nelly referred to herself as a slut with a bit of sadness, but also a certain defiant pride. "Oh Nelly!," Milly didn't know what to say so she hugged her friend. 

"Promise not to tell anyone, Milly." 

"Of course not." 

"I can tell you because I know you'll understand. You're just like me, you just know it yet... It's not so bad... You'll learn to like it... I promise." 

Milly was shocked by Nelly's rambling comments, wondering exactly what Nelly meant. She's so drunk, she's just babbling nonsense she decided. But Milly couldn't dismiss Nelly's comments so easily. They kept running through her head, but when she turned back to ask Nelly to explain, she found that her friend had succumbed to all the liquor she had imbibed, and was passed out on the bed. 

Tom takes a turn with Milly 

Tom peeked his head into the bed room. "Have you seen Nelly?" 

"She's here on the bed, sleeping it off." Tom regarded her friend, almost disdainfully, "Never could hold her liquor very well." 

"Tom, you need to take us home. She should sleep it off in her own bed." 

Tom dismissed her comment, "In a little bit." Then he grinned and looked at her, "Milly, looks like you had a good time tonight." Milly blushed in embarrassment, horrified that he would bring up her sexual escapades, but unsure how to respond. Tom continued, "Gave you a chance to show your true colors." 

"What? What do you mean?" Milly fell blindly into his trap. 

"I saw you going upstairs with first Sid and then Danny. I always suspected that you were that kind of girl." 

Milly sputtered in shame. "I never wanted... It was a mistake." 

Tom leered, "Oh it was no mistake. Girls like you always want it." 

"What? How dare you!" Milly's shame had given way to anger at the presumptuous boy. "You don't know anything about me!" Milly sputtered. 

"Sure I do", he grinned arrogantly, enjoying himself. "You like to pretend to be innocent, but deep down you are just a little slut." 

Before this evening Milly might have laughed away his remarks, but now they hit too close to the bone. She lashed out at Tom, wanting to deny what he was saying. Her open palm moved to slap him in the face, but he had anticipated the move, and caught her by the wrist before her palm connected with his cheek. Enraged that she had failed to hit the arrogant boy, Milly tried to hit him with her other hand, but he caught that one as well by the wrist, holding her arms wide as she struggled to break free and lash out at him.