0 comments/ 117653 views/ 13 favorites Shy Girl By: Rose-UK Hi, this is my first attempt at submitting my experiences to a website, I hope you like the result. Both me and my husband love reading the stories on this site and deciding which are real and which are fictional, I can assure you that mine are real. Let me describe myself first, my name is Rose, I am 27, I have long brown hair and dark eyes, I am slim with 34c breasts and I am 5” 6 tall. I have always been interested in sex from the age of seventeen but I had never felt really satisfied with all the boys I had been with. I never considered myself “easy” but I did have plenty of partners from the age of seventeen to about twenty-two. I then met Gary, who is now my husband, and my life changed for the better. Gary was like a breath of fresh air, he enjoyed talking about sex, not just being rude but really discussing it openly and he encouraged me to broaden my horizons. Although he is 12 years older than I am we hit it off immediately and I felt very much at ease with him and he soon convinced me that sex was to be really enjoyed not just a way of gaining an orgasm. Although I was already sexually active I had never really done anything even slightly kinky or risky but that was soon to change. We didn’t actually have sex for the first five weeks and I was beginning to think that he didn’t fancy me and I had contemplated finishing with him as I was getting incredibly frustrated. He then asked me to go to London with him as he had business there, he said his work would last no more than two days but we should go for a week and pamper ourselves. I got time off work and we went down to London and booked into a very plush hotel on Monday morning. The rooms were magnificent and I pampered myself with facials and massages all day as Gary went to his meetings. That night we ate in the hotel restaurant and had a bottle of Champagne which soon had us quite tipsy and we found a quiet corner of the bar as we chatted. It must have been the drink talking but I suddenly found myself asking him if he found me attractive. He looked at me and smiled as he took my hand and lead me back to our room. That night he blew my mind, bringing me to the point of orgasm before slowing down again and again until I was begging him to make me cum. When I finally did it was magnificent, I screamed out loud until it subsided and then he held me for a few minutes before going down on me. No guy had ever performed cunnilingus on me before and I was a little apprehensive until his tongue made contact with my pussy and sent incredible sensations through my body. He soon brought me to orgasm again as he found my clitoris and I had to hold onto the bed for fear of falling off. We finished with me wanking Gary off onto my tits as I fondled his balls. He produced gallons of cum and we showered together before falling asleep in the big King size bed. I spent the next day in the hotel gym and seeing some of the sights before Gary returned back from his last meeting of the trip and we went for a bite to eat. Later that evening as we sat talking in a quiet bar we discussed the previous night and I told Gary how marvellous it had been and he thanked me for a great evening. I felt a bit embarrassed talking about it but Gary soon got me to talk about my likes and dislikes. He seemed surprised when I told him that he was the first guy to perform oral sex on me and we discovered that I really was very inexperienced in sex, not on the numbers of partners, just on the variety and experiences. Gary asked me about my fantasies and I became shy, telling him I didn’t really have any. He didn’t believe me and encouraged me to talk about it. Another drink helped and I eventually confessed that I got really turned on when guys looked at me sexually and I sometimes masturbated over the thought of them thinking about me. He was very intrigued about this and asked how often I played with myself, and I told him I did it quite often, maybe two or three times a week. He asked if I had ever let anyone watch me do it and I looked shocked and said that I hadn’t but he replied that it was quite normal and nothing to be ashamed of. He could see I was a little shy so he didn’t press the subject and we changed the subject. We eventually got round to talking about clothes and I confessed that I had never really tried wearing sexy clothes and that it was something I would like to try. Gary picked up on this straight away and asked what sort of clothes I would like to wear. I said that I didn’t really have any sexy underwear and I loved the clothes that girls wore at nightclubs but I would never have the confidence to try. Gary told me that I had a wonderful body and that I should be proud of it and again I blushed. That night in bed we again made passionate love and he fucked me from behind which is by far my favourite position, I love feeling him deep inside my pussy, slowly sliding in and out of me as he holds onto my waist. After he had cum inside me I was still horny and felt a little naughty, so thinking about our earlier conversation I took a deep breath, threw the bedclothes off and started to touch myself. Gary was watching intently as I played with my hardening nipples and gently stroked my pussy lips. It felt good and knowing that Gary was staring at me made it even better. I felt very dirty but was loving every minute of it. I slowly slipped a finger inside me as Gary inched closer so he could have a better look. My nipples were incredibly hard now and I was breathing very heavily as I rubbed myself harder and faster. I soon had two fingers deep inside me as my other hand gently touched my throbbing clit and I soon came violently. I had almost forgotten that Gary was there but when I opened my eyes he was kneeling up frantically stroking his lovely hard long cock. He asked if I would take over and I readily agreed as I grabbed his hot pole and started to pull his foreskin back and forth. It felt wonderful and I suddenly had the urge to do something I had never done before, suck it. I knelt at the side of the bed and started to lick his big purple plumb like helmet. I had already confessed to Gary that I had never sucked cock before and he now said that I didn’t have to do it but I could tell he badly wanted me to continue. I carried on licking him and eventually took his tip in my mouth, my lips gently sucking him. By the noises he was making I knew that I was doing something right and I took more of him in my mouth. It tasted wonderful and as I licked his shaft and kneaded his balls his cock twitched in my mouth, showing his enjoyment. I was quite gentle at first but as I got more adventurous and I must admit, hornier, I became a bit more aggressive, taking more of him in my mouth and using my tongue and teeth on him. After about ten minutes Gary muttered that he was close to cumming, I wasn’t sure that I wanted him to shoot into my mouth so I carried on rubbing his cock until he shot his load all over my face. It went everywhere, all over my face, neck and hair and I was feeling incredibly dirty. I was so hot that I asked Gary to lick me and he didn’t need asking twice. I came pretty quickly and we cleaned ourselves up and sat in bed holding each other. I told him how sexy I felt asking him to lick me and he said it was a sign that I was feeling more confident in my sexuality. I asked him about his sexual likes and dislikes and he was very open about his sexual preferences. Some of the things he said shocked me, and some baffled me but they all sounded very hot and I found myself wondering why I did not find any of them disgusting. The next morning Gary took me shopping, he said that I should throw out all my underwear and that he would help my pick out some new stuff. I headed for the department stores but he steered me to some more specialist shops that dealt with only lingerie. Some of the stuff we saw was amazing, fantastic designs and materials and he spent a fortune on dozens of items. Some of the stuff was tacky and I kept away from them but some of the stuff was very sexy and skimpy. After that we sought out some outfits for me to wear at night and I got some incredible dresses and tops, Gary kept telling me to be proud of my figure and I was surprised at how much confidence I had found and it reflected in my purchases. That night we had tickets to a show in the West End, We had dinner in a lovely but busy restaurant, along with a bottle of wine, before we went to the show and I was a little tipsy. Before we had gone out I had dressed in my new clothes, in very sexy black knickers, which just covered my pubic hair, and a lovely matching half cup bra which really emphasised my breasts. Over them I wore a shortish black sleeveless dress and black high heels together with stockings and suspenders, something I had never worn before. Gary had wanted to fuck before we left the bedroom but I managed to restrain him, although I was feeling very horny myself as we sat eating desert. Gary kept saying how sexy I looked and touching me up under the table until I was very wet. He then looked me in the eye and told me to take my knickers off. I thought I had misheard him but he repeated it and I laughed at him. He asked me again and I suddenly felt very wicked and smiled at him as I went to the bathroom. I returned a minute or two later and Gary looked intriguingly at me. I opened my bag to show him my knickers and his face lit up. I offered him my fingers to lick and he called me a dirty little slut, as he tasted my pussy juice on them. We where both aching for a fuck now but we had to get to the theatre. As the show progressed, Gary put his hands on my leg and worked his hand underneath it. He got to my stocking tops and soon forced his finger into my hot wet hole, not that I offered any resistance. He played with my clit until I was close to cumming and I had to stop him as I just wanted to scream. I was on fire now and I am sure the couple sat next to us must have smelled my juices, which seemed to be flowing down my thigh. As soon as we opened the bedroom door we were on each other. Fast, hard and furious is the only way to describe our lovemaking that night. We fucked long into the night and I experienced a number of firsts including being tied up by scarves to the bed, being fucked as I was still clothed, being called a whore, slut and dirty bitch and finishing by swallowing Gary’s cum which tasted wonderful. Afterwards Gary was very concerned that he had not gone to far and I assured him that I had not done anything I didn’t want to. I went for a shower and remembering something he had said the previous night I shaved my pubic hair off completely. When he saw it he went wild and threw me onto the bed as he buried his head between my thighs. It felt wonderful to be shaven and the sensations were certainly enhanced because of it. The next day I asked Gary to take me to Soho and I was soon entering my first ever sex shop. It wasn’t at all like I imagined as I looked around the bright clean shop. I noticed another woman in there browsing and it filled me with confidence, as I was a little nervous. I had never looked at porn before and was amazed at the sheer number of books, videos, DVD’s and toys they had. I was soon in my own little world reading the magazines and video covers. We where in for an hour and purchased a couple of videos, a few magazines and two vibrators which looked intriguing. One was a small silver one about five inches long and a larger, black one complete with foreskin and I couldn’t wait to lock the bathroom door and try them out. As soon as we returned to the hotel I left Gary at the bar went to play with my new toys. They were amazing and I was immediately hooked on them as I had three orgasms within the hour. I asked Gary if we could go clubbing and he agreed on the condition that he could pick the outfit I was to wear. I nervously agreed and he smiled as I went for a shower. When I came out he had laid my outfit for the night on the bed with a note to meet him in the hotel bar. He had chosen a white G-string, very short cotton skirt, a tight backless blouse that revealed quite a bit and strappy high heels. I immediately noticed that there was no bra for me to wear and I started to dress feeling very excited. On my way to the bar I got a few stares from guys I passed on the stairs and it made me feel very good, Gary was pleased that I had worn the outfit and after a drink we went straight to the club. Once there I felt great, I got plenty of attention from guys in there and as most of the other girls wear dressed as scantily as I was I felt really comfortable. The feeling of my nipples against the material of my top felt wonderful and my nipples stuck out prominently all night, which hot a few cheeky comments. Gary was not keen on dancing so spent most of the night watching me dance on my own or with a group of girls I met. I was asked by plenty guys if I wanted a dance or drink but I refused all of them. I later told Gary and he said he had no problem with me dancing with other men as he trusted me. The next night we stayed in the hotel with a bottle of wine and I felt so comfortable with Gary that I thought nothing of him watching me with my vibrators. Seeing him get so excited really turned me on and I again swallowed his cum that night. Once we returned back to Manchester our sex life continued unabated and I got used to going out dressed very sexily. I started to wear stockings and suspenders much more, together with short skirts or dresses and loved the attention the outfits gave me. I also went out quite often without any knickers on and one night I felt really dirty and flashed my shaven pussy at Gary as we sat outside a pub having a drink. This really turned him on and I did it more often. We started making love in more unusual places and positions and I found that I love fucking in the open air. One evening as we were fucking in a local park a guy walked past us with his dog. He didn’t see us but the thrill sent me into orgasm and Gary teased me relentlessly for the following few weeks saying how much I enjoyed flashing. I eventually admitted that I had found it very excited so Gary dared me to go with him to the pub wearing a short dress, stockings and no knickers. I was used to this now so I agreed but he said that I must flash at him all night whenever he said so. I agreed and got ready quickly and we drove to a pub a few miles away. The pub was quiet as it was early and we got a table in the garden near the door. He told me to show him my cunt and his dirty talk really turned me on. I lifted my dress and let the cool air roll over my now hot pussy as he watched. After about an hour I had flashed at him about five times and I was also feeling a little drunk. The pub had got busier and Gary told me to sit facing out from the table so I did as I was asked and I was now facing the door to the pub. Gary started to play with my pussy lips and I was really horny when he told me to lift my dress up. I did as I was told and he said that I had to keep it lifted for twenty seconds. I was very excited as anyone could have come out of the pub and seen me but no-one did. I called him a bastard as I laughed but he said that I seemed more than happy to do it and I couldn’t argue. Ten minutes later he told me to do it again and I smiled at him as I readily eased my hem up to show my stocking tops and pussy. This time I was not so lucky and almost immediately a middle aged guy came out, I started to shake with fear but forced myself to stay exposed. Fortunately he was carrying a few drinks and was busy concentrating on them so did not notice me. When he had passed Gary laughed and said my face was bright red, but he said he was proud with the way I had not panicked. Shortly after we walked back to the car and as he opened the door he told me to sit in the car with my legs outside the car, and with them wide open so anyone could see me, for one minute. I sat down, opened my legs and carried on chatting to Gary as if nothing was going on even though my stomach was full of butterflies. After about forty seconds a young guy of about twenty-five walked to his car and almost stopped in his tracks as he saw my pussy. His eyes were wide open as he slowed until he was almost stopped and just stared at my thighs. I could feel myself getting wet as he got closer, I found myself hitching my skirt up a bit more and opening my legs wider to give him a better view. All to soon Gary started the car and I got in as we drove away. Gary was thrilled at what had happened and I was shaking with lust as we sped home. I could not wait and started to finger myself as Gary told me what he wanted to do to me. We fucked in the garden that night knowing that any neighbours could see us but not caring. As we lay in bed I told Gary how much I had enjoyed displaying myself and he said he was amazed at how much I had changed since we first met. He asked if he could have some photos and I said that he could, but he said he wanted some special photos, and I eventually understood him. The idea excited me and I agreed so the next day he bought an instant camera and started to snap away. We soon used all the film and we lay in bed looking at them as we fucked slowly. There were no outrageous ones, just me in various states of undress and playing with my tits but they really turned us both on. We took some more risqué ones over the next few weeks and admired them all regularly. One night after a party at some friends we invited a friend of Gary’s to stay the night. David was a great lad, quite quiet but very funny and I must admit really great looking. Back at ours we had a nightcap and I went to bed shortly. After about twenty minutes Gary came up and sat on the bed with a gleam in his eyes. He said that him and David had started to watch a dirty video and that Gary had told David about our photos. I was a bit annoyed but when he said that David wanted to see them I was horrified but also very excited. Gary laughed when I didn’t speak and asked that he knew I fancied Dave and I blushed as he picked up a bag of photos and left the room. I lay in bed masturbating for half an hour at the thought of David looking at the photos and orgasmed three times. Eventually Gary came back and fucked me twice as he told me how impressed David had been at the pics. The next morning I was to embarrassed to face Dave and didn’t get up until he was gone. Gary told me that David had taken a photo of me with a dildo deep inside my pussy and the thought of him seeing me like that made me demand that Gary fuck me hard from behind which he did. Gary asked me to marry him shortly after that incident and I agreed there and then. Our fucking became more and more intense, I became more confident and my flashing increased enormously as well as experiencing many other outrageous incidents. If you would like to read more of them and believe me they are worth reading then please do contact me and if I get enough replies I will continue writing my experiences. Any comments would be gratefully received. Shy Girl Have you seen her? You probably know, or perhaps can remember, a girl like her. She's the cute girl who sits in the back of the classroom and never says anything to anyone. She quietly takes her notes and leaves when class is over. Sometimes those kind of girls have secrets. Wonderful, naughty secrets. She's quite the riddle. She's pretty, but not stunningly beautiful. The sort of young woman that men notice, but don't trip over themselves to talk to. She puts on glasses during class to take notes, which only adds to her charm and mystique. She dresses casually and comfortably. This girl doesn't feel a need to wear heavy make-up or high just to go to class, unlike many of her peers. What's her name? Does she have a boyfriend? A fuck-buddy? Does she live with her parents, or in the dorms? God, what's her name? A glimpse at the top of her test page reveals her name is Lisa. The best way to meet a shy girl like Lisa is to be brave, bold and somewhat direct. Introduce myself, smile, be friendly but not overbearing. She smiles back shyly, and answers questions with one word responses. Luckily the answer to "Want to grab a cup of coffee?" is "Yes." Lisa isn't much of a talker, but she smiles a lot. She seems really happy just to actively listen, nodding and occasionally asking for clarification. She seems more impressed by sweetness and honesty than bravado. The conversation flows fairly easily. She's eighteen, almost nineteen, and a freshman. She used to dance all the time but her knees started giving her problems, and school is keeping her busy now anyways. "What do you do for fun on Friday and Saturday night? Go out and party it up?" I ask her. She looks a little embarrassed. "I usually stay in. Sometimes I watch a movie with my friend Katie, but not so much anymore now that she has a boyfriend. I read a lot, and I know this makes me sound like a huge nerd, but I like to study at the library on Friday night. It's much quieter there than on Sunday and then I can go out and enjoy the day on the weekends." "So I guess you don't have a boyfriend?" I ask. She quickly shakes her head no. "I have an ex. We went to high school together. He now goes to college 1,000 miles away," she replies, somewhat sadly. "Are you seeing anyone now?" I ask, trying to sound casual. "You're awfully interested in that, aren't you?" she replies with a teasing grin. "No, I'm currently free. I'm not ready for another relationship right now though. I'm just focusing on my classes." I think she can see the disappointment in my face. I start to think about saying my goodbyes, that it was nice to meet her. She stops me with "Want to go back to my dorm room?" I study her, wondering if it's the invitation I think it is. Now, an invitation to a girl's dorm room isn't the same as being invited into an adult woman's apartment. It can mean an invitation for sexual activity, or it can just be to hang out and talk. Of course, I accept Lisa's invitation, eager to find out where this is heading. On the walk over she's still very friendly, but hardly flirtatious. No soft touches, no brushing against me. The conversation slowly dies after I resort to bringing up the weather. Her room is tidy, with two small beds on opposite sides. "My roommate works late tonight," she tells me. I have to imagine that's a hint. She sits down on one of the beds, crossing her legs and looking nervous. I sit down next to her, a couple feet away. "So, you aren't looking to date right now?" I ask her, breaking the silence. "No, not seriously," she responds. "How long has it been since you kissed a guy?" I ask. "That's rather personal!" she responds, then adds defensively "It's been months." I look at her, studying her body language. I can't read her. Her posture is defensive, yet she's obviously watching me, waiting for me to do something. I lean in slowly, moving my head towards hers, waiting for her to move away. When my lips are only inches from hers, she finally moves, closing the gap between us and kissing me. Her lips are super soft, almost like silk. She kisses very delicately. Somehow I can detect her pent up passion that is aching to be set free. After a minute or two I break the kiss and whisper, "We can do as much or as little as you want to. We can stop whenever, ok?" "Frankly, I don't think that's going to happen. But that's still sweet," she tells me with a smug grin. With that she turns and straddles me, grinding against me through our clothes as we resume kissing passionately. I slide my hands down to cup and squeeze her firm little ass, eliciting a load moan from her. I nibble on her neck and tease her earlobe. I really want to get her out of her clothes, but don't want to rush anything. I break our kissing to remove my shirt. She takes the hint, and lifts her own shirt up over her head, first exposing her tummy and then her brightly colored bra. She's small on top, like most slender women are. I kiss her shoulder, her collar bone, sliding my hands up and down her sides and across her bare back. "You really know how to get a girl worked up!" she exclaims. "And I can feel something in your pants that tells me you're just as excited as I am." "That's very true," I reply, grinning stupidly. "That can't be very comfortable. Let me help," she said, sinking to her knees on the floor and unbuttoning my pants. I lift my hips to help her slide them off, my erection now contained only by my boxer-briefs. "Oh my, yes, you are looking very excited," she coos, sliding her hand across my inner thigh. "I wonder, should we do something about this?" she teases, looking up at me with her gorgeous blue eyes. "Like I said before, we can do as much as you want to," I reply. "I plan to hold you to that," she says, then slides her hand up to caress my package through my underwear. She teases me like that for a while, taking her time before hooking her delicate fingers at the waistband of my boxers and tugging them down. The head of my cock catches on the waistband, so it angles down before springing up to full attention once it's free. "Oh my!" Lisa exclaims. She reaches her hand out tentatively to stroke my erection. "Yes, I think I know exactly what to do with this." We both watch in wonder as her hand slides up and down my cock gently. I don't want to even blink, I want to remember everything and burn these images in my memory forever. She smiles at me, a naughty, mischievous grin, then moves her head forward, tongue extended. I actually jump when her slippery pink tongue makes contact with my cock for the first time. She lets go of my cock with her hand, so the only contact between us is the tip of her tongue and my erection. She slides it up and down my entire length, then swirls it around the head of my swollen member. "God..." I moan. "Would you like something?" Lisa asks, once again grinning impishly. "Would you... god, could you suck on me?" I ask, more desperate than I'd like to. Lisa smiles sweetly, then opens her mouth and swallows half of me. Her mouth is as heavenly as her nubile body. She sucks up and down me slowly, maintaining tight contact yet avoiding even the slightest scrape of teeth. She bobs up and down on me with practiced ease. I admire her confidence; she knows she's making me feel good, she doesn't have to ask. Now I'm in a minor dilemma. I don't want it to ever end, yet I know I'm going to need release at some point if she keeps this up. I'm not sure if I can come in her mouth. I'm also not sure if she wants me to fuck her. "I'm close..." I moan softly. Lisa immediately releases my cock and stands up. She unbuttons her jeans as I watch with rapt attention. Almost painfully slowly, she slides them down off her hips and legs and steps out of them gracefully. Her panties are a pink, tiny low-rise thong. She quickly hops back onto my lap and kisses me, my erection pressed against her miniscule undies and squeezed between our stomachs. I squeeze her bare ass cheeks, savoring their soft yet firm texture. My hands roam all across her body, up and down her smooth back, catching on the back of her bra. I seize the clasp and open it, with surprisingly rapid success. She leans back just enough to toss her bra aside before pressing her bare chest against mine and kissing me once more. Still, I caught a wonderful glimpse of her small, bright pink nipples adorning the tops of her adorable little breasts. We kiss and grope for a long time before she whispers, "I'd love to have you fuck me. Would you like that?" I groan and nod enthusiastically. "I don't have protection," I inform her. Lisa springs up and bends over to open a drawer, giving me a chance to admire her tight little butt. She glances over her shoulder and sees me looking, then wiggles her ass for my enjoyment. I see her pull a condom package out from the back of the drawer and inspect it closely before smiling. "Hasn't expired yet," she informs me. "What can I say, it has been a while," she adds with a sheepish grin. I reach out for the rubber, but she shakes her head no. "Let me." Once again she sinks to her knees, ripping open the package and slowly rolling it down the length of my cock. She slides back up my body and kisses me again. "How do you want to do this?" I ask her, acutely aware of the latex around my shaft and the tiny layer of fabric still covering her pussy. "You're the man," she replies huskily. "Take me any way you want me. ANY way." "You sure?" "Yes. I love it when a man takes charge. It makes me so horny." "Well," I tell her between kisses, "first I want to fuck you with me on top." She nods. "And then?" "And then I want to fuck you from behind." "Oooh, I'd love that. That's my favorite position," she replies excitedly. "Let's get you naked," I tell her, trying to extract her thong from between our entwined bodies. "Just to warn you, I'm a little fuzzy down there. I haven't exactly had reason to shave lately," she tells me. When I nod, she stands and slips off her thong. Her pussy is hardly what I'd call hairy, but there is a dusting of soft pubic hair. I smile at her reassuringly and say "You look so sexy naked. Now lie down." She follows my instruction, lying on her back. I use my hand to spread her legs slightly and move my hips between them. I slide my hand across her pussy, feeling her wetness. "You're very swollen," I tell her. "Yes, I'm very ready for you. Please, fuck me," she replies. I rub the head of my cock against her pussy, teasing her, and getting her ready to be penetrated. "Enough teasing, I need you now!" she pleads. I slide forward gently, pushing the head of my cock past her slippery outer lips and into her hot wetness. "Mmmmm," we moan in unison as I work more of my cock inside her pussy. "You feel so good," she gasps. "I love how you feel inside me." I kiss her lips tenderly as I rock back and forth, finally burying my whole length within her tightness. It feels wonderful to have my body pressed against her small, soft, feminine shape. I'm sure she enjoys having me on top of her. "Oooh, yes, that's it. Faster, please," she encourages as I start thrusting into her. I support my weight on my forearms to get more leverage. "God, I love it," she continues. "Please, don't stop." I look down and watch my erection penetrate her, sliding deeply into her slippery folds before emerging back out of her. My gaze runs up her body, to her nipples, then back to looking into her eyes. I thrust into her again and again, savoring the sensations of her warm young body pressed against me, kissing her lips hungrily. I penetrate her for several minutes, driving my erection deep within her, causing her to moan almost continuously. When I pause momentarily to catch my breath, she caresses my face and states, "I'd love to get fucked from behind now." I nod, and we quickly rearrange ourselves. I admire her firm, wiggling little ass for a moment before grabbing her hips and plunging my cock back into her with one powerful thrust, hitting her deeply. "Yes, like that, you're hitting my g-spot!" she cries. She slips a hand between her thighs to rub her clit. I grip her hips and watch my cock slide into her, enjoying the feelings of her tight, warm pussy and the feeling of her buttocks against my hips. "Don't stop. Oh God, don't stop," she instructs, frantically rubbing her clit. I pick up my pace a little. I'm very close, but I can tell she is too. Her pussy grips me, clinging to me tightly. "Yes! Yes, I'm coming!" she cries out. I can feel it, and it's exactly what I was waiting for. With a loud grunt I slam forward, thrusting my cock deep into her as I climax, feeling the rush of pleasure course through me. We collapse into a panting heap, slippery, sweaty bodies entwined together. "God, that was so nice," she says, kissing the tip of my nose. "I've really missed getting fucked," she giggles. She glances down at my cock and asks, "Still hard, huh?" "Yeah, I am. You're very sexy," I tell her. "Well, I'm no expert, but my ex got soft almost instantly. I suppose every guy is different," she tells me, watching me take off the condom and wipe myself clean with a tissue. I settle back down and we sit in silence for several minutes, with me tracing my fingers gently across her back. "Still hard," she observes. "Does someone want to go again?" she asks, hopefully. "I'd love to," I reply. "But ladies choice this time." Lisa nods, sliding her body down mine. She licks the head of my cock gently. "I love cock," she tells me. "I really enjoy just playing with one. It's so hard and yet soft at the same time. I get really turned on giving head." "Your boyfriend was lucky to have you and stupid to break up with you," I observe as she takes me in her mouth. "I broke up with him," she replies, releasing me momentarily. "Like I said, I knew that it was just too far to make it work. We both have needs, although I guess I haven't exactly been taking care of mine lately. Thanks for the help on that, by the way," she says with a wink. Lisa sucks on me gently, much more relaxed and tender than the first time. I just close my eyes and enjoy it, letting my mind wander. When I open my eyes Lisa releases my cock and studies me for a moment. "Could you... would you please..." she stammers shyly. "You know, at this point I would do almost anything you ask," I reply. It's true, considering how much I was enjoying the head she was giving me. "What would you like me to do for you, Lisa?" She looks like she wants to say something. "I... you probably wouldn't be into it. You'd think I was dirty, that I was really slutty. Well, sluttier than I already am for brining you back here with me." "If you've acted like a slut today then I definitely don't think it's a bad thing!" I reply. "What do you want us to do together?" I ask, curious. After thinking silently for a moment longer, she slides up my body and presses her mouth against my ear. There's a moment's hesitation, and I can feel her warm breath in my inner ear. Finally, she whispers hesitantly, "Could you fuck my ass?" "Seriously?" I ask, surprised. She nods silently, staring into my eyes. "My ex used to do me that way. He was kinda small; definitely smaller than you. You guys love hearing that, don't you?" she asks, grinning and patting my rock hard dick. I can only nod in agreement. "So yeah, it was his idea at first, but I started to really like it. Ok, I love it. Like, I masturbate thinking about it. That's pretty bad, huh?" I'm amazed by her confession. I've fantasized about anal sex, but my previous lover would have none of that. She thought anything involving the butt was gross. "I don't think that's bad. But, are you sure I won't be too big?" I ask her. She blushes. "I have a toy, it's about your size. I've used it on myself there." My eyes grow wide at the idea of this cute young thing getting herself off with a dildo in her ass. "What can I say, I really miss it. It's just so... naughty. Plus, and I know this will sound a little weird, it's just freeing for me." "How so?" I ask. "Well," she continues, "again, I don't want to sound crazy, but a lot of the time my brain just won't ever shut off. I swear, I think too much. But when I have a cock in my ass, I just feel totally connected to my body. It's impossible to think about anything else. It just makes me feel so... so alive!" "That sounds hot. I'd love to fuck your ass, Lisa." It feels good to say it, especially because it makes her eyes glow with excitement. "What's the best way to do it? Doggy style?" "Hmmm, no, it's hot that way but it's actually easier if I'm on my back. It's a lot easier for you to go in slow that way. Plus, I want to be able to see your face when you're in my butt," she answers. She opens a drawer by her bed and pulls out a bottle of lube. "Give me your hand," she instructs, pouring a good amount of the viscous clear liquid in her palm. She takes my wrist and coats my index and middle fingers. "Just slide your fingers into my ass for a bit and lick my clit, ok?" she instructs. "I need lubrication, and it helps if you warm me up with something smaller than your dick." I can hardly believe that I just spoke to this girl for the first time less than 6 hours ago and now she's instructing me on how to get her ready to fuck her ass. Needless to say, I quickly moved between her legs and rubbed my fingers against the entrance to her ass. "Mmmm, that feels nice," she moans as I slowly slip the tip of my finger into her tight bum. "That's right, slow and gentle." I lick her swollen clit as I slide my finger in and out of her ass. "Slip another finger in," she whispers, sooner than I expect her to. I comply, and she starts moaning. "That's nice. God, it's been a while since I've had someone else do this," she says. Her ass clings to my fingers as I slip them inside her, sliding in with greater ease thanks to the lubrication. "I think I'm ready, stud," she informs me. "Just please, please, please, go slow." "I will. Just tell me what you want and I'll do it," I tell her, slipping my fingers out of her and sliding my body up hers. She has to roll her hips upward more than for conventional fucking, but she doesn't look too uncomfortable. I rub the tip of my cock against her now slippery asshole. "Rub lube all over your cock too," she instructs. I coat the condom liberally with lube. "Ready?" I ask her. "Oh yes. Fuck me in the ass with that big cock, stud," she tells me with a wink. It takes all the willpower I have not to ram myself deep within her tight bum. Still, the fear of hurting her holds me back. Between the lube and her experience it actually isn't that difficult getting the head of my cock into her ass. She gasps loudly as I feel myself slip past the tight outer opening. "You ok?" I ask, concerned. "Yes. Don't stop. Just go really slow," she replies, eyes tightly closed. I take her advice, rocking back and forth and slipping deeper into her, millimeters at a time. I marvel at the novel sensation of her ass compared to her pussy. It's tight, possibly tighter. Yet once my cock slips past the entrance it isn't so snug, except when she tightens her muscles around me, pushing me outwards and causing me to groan with pleasure. "You like it when I squeeze you with my ass?" she asks. "I'm glad you do, because I love how it feels. Just hold still for a moment. I'm going to squeeze you, but don't let me push you out." I nod, looking down at my cock, half of which is now buried in her ass. Lisa closes her eyes and clenches tight around me. I hold myself in place within her. It feels amazing. As she releases I slip deeper into her, no longer hindered by her resistance. "Oh fuck," she moans, followed by something unintelligible. Shy Girl Gradually I slide back and forth until my entire cock is inside her. I try to rub my lower abdomen against her pussy, hoping to stimulate her clit. She opens her eyes and smiles at me lustfully. "Sure you haven't done this before?" she asks. "Because you are doing amazing." "Thanks," I reply. "I have to admit, I really am fighting the urge to thrust." "You can thrust, a little. Just be gentle at first. I'll tell you when you can speed up." Supporting my weight with my hands, I slide my cock almost all the way out of her ass, then slip it back deep within her. Lisa closes her eyes tightly, biting her lower lip and making little moaning noises with each thrust. "Yes... yes... so good," she moans. "Fuck me, fuck my tight little ass. Faster, please, faster." I close my own eyes and speed up the pace, reveling in the sensation. I can feel that her ass has adjusted to me, although she's still extremely tight. Lisa forces one of her hands between our bodies to rub her clit. "Please, don't stop. Fuck my ass, just like you're doing. Oh god, that's good." I don't say anything, but continue my thrusting, marveling at the reactions of the beautiful woman beneath me. Her chest becomes flushed, pink with excitement, and her breathing accelerates. Suddenly she cries out, "Oh god, I'm coming!" and her whole body tenses up. The excitement of the moment, the tightness, and the kinkiness of fucking her in the ass sets me off. "I'm coming too!" I groan, just as I start to explode. "Yes, come for me, baby. Come in my ass!" she cries. As my orgasm subsides I awkwardly collapse on top of her. She strokes my ass and back gently in silence. We eventually clean up and lay together in bed, still naked. She tells me about a book she's reading, although I'm in too deep of a state of bliss to remember much of what she says. Eventually my stomach rumbles from hunger. "You should eat some dinner," she tells me with a giggle. "Sadly, that involves you putting clothes on and covering up that sexy body. "Yeah, you're right. Do you want to join me?" I ask. "I can't, I already have plans," she tells me. I gather my clothes and redress myself as she watches. "You were wonderful," she tells me. "Thank you for fucking my ass." "I bet you say that to all the guys," I reply, teasing her. "So... do you want my number?" she asks. "You know, in case you ever want to get together again sometime?" she continues, hopefully. "I'd love that," I respond, kissing her lips. "I'd be disappointed if this was a one time thing." She gives me her number and one last kiss goodbye. As I leave her apartment I can hardly believe what's happened, but I can't wait to do it again. Shy Girl An audio for shy girls... * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (22 min/mp3) * * * * * Shy Girl My cousin, Charles, is the true son of his father. There is absolutely no doubt about it. My uncle is a charming man without an honest bone in his body and a real bastard when things don't go his way. Which is frequently, because he's a bit of a dumbass with delusions of adequacy. Describe my uncle and you describe Charles, with the rider that Charles is also arrogant. Without any justification that I've yet seen. Me, I also have the charm, but with the charm I have a fairly good intelligence and a healthy respect for doing the right thing. Not always, I'll admit, but as a general principle. And yes, I can be a right bastard at times, but I do pick my times and victims, reserving my bastardry for those who truly deserve it. I am currently residing with my Uncle and cousin. My father died and my uncle is supposedly my guardian. Not my trustee, thankfully. My trustees are a hardnosed lawyer and a penny pinching accountant, and under the guidance of these two men my inheritance has grown substantially. My uncle is severely pissed that the trustees won't give him open slather to spend my money. If they consider a purchase dubious, they won't cover it. It only took one court case and a scathing Judge to make my uncle see the light. Truth be known, I'm not staying with my uncle and cousin. I own the house, so technically they're staying with me. On top of that I have reached my majority, so the guardianship has lapsed. I just haven't found a need to make an issue of this little fact. This weekend my uncle is holding a house party with a few selected guests (which I'm paying for, of course). The chief guests are a young lady called Melissa and her father. My cousin had told me that he and Melissa are getting engaged this weekend. That set me back a bit. My cousin fancied himself as something of a Lothario, and he wanted to get married? Something didn't gel. "You?" I asked. "Married? Why?" "She's a very nice girl and I love her," Charles said, and he said it with a straight face. "Uh-huh. Now the real reason and what's she really like." "Her father is Oliver Hardwick." Come the dawn. Oliver Hardwick's money makes even my nice inheritance look small. He'd be able to afford to keep my cousin in the manner to which he feels entitled. "So what's the girl really like and how did your courtship go." "I met Oliver on the golf course. I managed to make up the numbers when he was looking for an extra player for a foursome. We hit it off quite well and I've seen him a number of times since then." That was Charles. Court the father and have the girl fall into line. What sort of girl wanted to be courted through her father? You still haven't mentioned the girl. Melissa, was it?" "Oh, her. Rather plain and very shy. Quite docile, which will suit me. She won't complain if I have a little bit on the side." "You can't always trust a woman in that area. She may get the idea that you belong to her and kick up a fuss." "She doesn't get ideas," said Charles with a snort of laughter. "She's not too bright. That doesn't matter because I'll do her thinking for her. Anyway, when she leaves here after this weekend she'll be committed. I'll have bedded her and she won't have any choice but to agree. Her father will see to that." That was Charles. Always looking on the bright side and not even considering the chance that things might not go his way. I considered asking what would he do if she refused to go to bed with him, but didn't. I didn't think I'd like his answer. Oliver and Melissa turned up during the afternoon. At first glance it seemed to me that Charles had Melissa typed pretty accurately. Very shy, not really looking at anyone, and getting the hell out of the way as soon as she could. She also seemed to be excessively obedient, docile, even, going along with whatever her father or Charles suggested. That obligatory second glance made me suspect that Charles may have been mistaken in a few areas. Sure, she looked plain, but to me that seemed due to poor makeup, a shocking hair-do, and poor choice of clothing. If she put some effort into it she'd be quite a beauty. That dressing down made me wonder about the level of her intelligence. Surely it took a certain amount of smarts to make yourself look that plain. I wondered what she was really like. After dinner I was taking a stroll through the gardens when I came across Melissa also taking in the gardens. She froze when she saw me, her eyes darting about, looking for a chance of escape, I thought. Maybe she was overly shy. "Melissa," I said, nodding hullo. "I'm Paul, in case you've forgotten." "Why would I have forgotten?" she asked. "We were only introduced a short while ago." She had an odd note in her voice. One I couldn't quite interpret. For some reason, that woman interested me. "Let me show you the gardens," I said, offering her my arm. She wanted to refuse, I could tell, but she didn't. She took my arm and I showed her around. The gardens were good, and especially lovely at this time of the year. The twilight was deepening when we reached the rose garden. The rose garden is a little secluded and I took the opportunity to do what I'd been wanting to do for a while. I turned Melissa to face me, pulled her closer and kissed her. I didn't just give her a light peck. I kissed her properly, maintaining the pressure on her lips until they yielded and she kissed me back. She kissed very sweetly, let me tell you. While I kissed her my hands were running lightly up and down her back. When I thought the time was right one hand drifted around and cupped her breast. A surprisingly full breast it was, too. Far more breast than was hinted at by the clothes she wore. That was all I had time to determine before she jerked away from me and landed a slap right across my face, and she put some effort into it. I yelped and staggered back. "You rotten pig," she snapped at me. "How dare you grab me like that? What do you think I am? Some plaything for your amusement? Why are you laughing?" I could help but laugh. She'd dropped right out of character. The dumb, docile and shy girl had been replaced by a fury, and her looks picked up substantially when there was some animation in her face. "Ah, you've dropped your disguise," I pointed out. She glared at me, blushing. "I don't know what you're talking about," she snapped. "Oh, I think you do," I said, still laughing. "Why the big act? Why not just be your natural self. Charles is going to ask you to marry him this weekend." A look of horror crossed her face and she gave a delicate little shudder. "Ah," I breathed. "I do believe that you might not want to marry my so charming cousin. Your whole style is set up to discourage him. I'm afraid you've missed your mark. Your attractions are so great that he'd marry you if you looked like the Hunchback of Notre Dame." "Daddy's money," she snarled. "Daddy's money," I agreed. "Well, he's out of luck. I don't care what Daddy says. I'm not marrying him. I don't trust him. He's smiles and smiles but there's a snake behind those smiles." And Charles thought she was dumb. She was reading him a damn sight better than he was reading her. "Your father may insist quite forcefully. Especially when Charles confesses that the pair of you couldn't wait for marriage and anticipated your vows. I suspect your father may be a little old-fashioned about that." "Not going to happen," Melissa said. "No way." "I suggest you be very careful, in that case. I suspect Charles doesn't intend to take no for an answer." "He wouldn't dare," snorted Melissa. "Anyway, I can handle him if he tries." It seemed she didn't know Charles quite as well as she thought. Well, she'd been warned. When everyone started retiring for the night I saw how Charles was watching Melissa. I gave an internal groan. I could see that I was going to have a bit of a broken night. I retired and got ready for bed, but I didn't go to bed. I sat up for a while, my door slightly open, listening. It was nearly midnight when I heard Charles' door open and his soft steps as he headed out. I drifted silently along behind him. I have a large house and, purely by chance, I'm sure, Melissa had been assigned a room on the far side of the house, away from the main bedrooms. There were two bedrooms on the far side with a joint en suite that could be entered from either side. After seeing Charles slip through Melissa's door I went into the second bedroom and from there into the en suite where I could see what transpired in Melissa's room after I cracked the en suite door a little. Melissa and Charles were too preoccupied to notice the door swing slightly open. "You get out of here," Melissa was telling Charles. "I don't know what you think you're doing but it won't work. Please leave my room." "Melissa, sweetheart," coaxed Charles. "You know I love you. We're going to be married. What does it matter if we anticipate our vows a little? You'll enjoy it. You'll find I'm a superb lover. I'll teach you the things you need to know." Melissa gave a snort of contempt. "I know the things I need to know, thank you very much. One of the things I know is that the only person you love is yourself. The only reason you want me is that you think Daddy's money will come with me. No money and you wouldn't even be a blot on the horizon. There'll be no marriage, I assure you." "Don't be like that, love," pleaded Charles. "Just give me a chance to show you what I'm made of." He was moving towards the bed and Melissa was moving over to the edge of the bed, looking rather nervous. "Back off, Charles, or I'll scream, and I can scream pretty loudly." It was Charles turn to laugh. "Screaming won't help love. The reason you're in this room was because there was a chance you might be a screamer when I fuck you. This room is a bit remote and I doubt that anyone will hear." "My father will hear. He'll come." "You father is in a room that has double glazing and insulation in the walls. It's effectively sound proof. He won't hear a thing." "Your father or cousin might here. How would you explain to them?" Melissa was starting to sound a little desperate. Charles just gave a cynical laugh. "Don't kid yourself," he said. "My father wouldn't bat an eye, even if I took you right in front of him. He'd understand the necessity. As for Paul, he'll think it none of his business what I and my fiancée are doing." "I'm not your fiancée, and you damn well know it." "You will be once your father finds out you've been sleeping with me," said Charles. "He'll insist." "You're mistaken. Not only would he not insist but I'd still say no anyway." "We'll see," said Charles, sounding smug. "Ah, I don't think we will," I said softly. "The lady does seem to be saying thank you, but no thank you. Don't you think you should go along with what she wants?" There was a moment of dead silence. Melissa looked relieved. Charles was just plain furious. "What the fuck are you doing here," he snarled. "This is between Melissa and me. She's just got a few maidenly nerves. Nothing that I can't handle." "It sounds like more than just nerves to me," I said, still speaking quietly. "It sounds like a very definite no, and one must respect a lady's choice. Back of Charles. There'll be no rape tonight." "You forget who you are," snarled Charles. "My father will have something to say about your interference." Big deal. My uncle always had something to say. Nothing he could do about it. Time he and Charles moved out of my house any way. I was going to have to give him a hint about that. Charles reluctantly backed out of the bedroom, breathing fire and fury. I waited until he was gone and turned to Melissa. "He wouldn't dare and you can handle him if he tries," I said sarcastically. "And this after categorising him as a snake. You did a real good job there, didn't you?" Melissa glared at me. "It's not my fault. I just didn't realise just how much of a lowlife he is. Anyway, he's gone now. Thank you. You may also leave." "Uh-huh. And what are you going to do when he comes sneaking back. You may find him actually in your bed next time." "He wouldn't dare," she said, and then thought again. "God, he would, wouldn't he? What the hell do I do now?" "Something I think you're going to find rather difficult," I said. "You're going to have to trust me." She looked blank and I gave her a nasty little smile. "I'm going to take you to my room and you're going to sleep with me. The operative word is sleep. There'll be no hanky panky." "You're kidding, right," Melissa said, sound quite appalled at the idea. "I'm afraid not," I assured her. "Charles won't dare come into my room looking, but he's quite capable of checking every other room in the house. Do you really want to share your father's room? And I'll agree, reluctantly, to keeping my hands to myself while you sleep. I'd be a hell of a hypocrite to try to force you after just chasing Charles away." Melissa was reluctant but she came along with me. I locked my door, watched as she climbed into bed and then climbed in after her. She lay there, stiff as a board. I got myself comfortable, dropped a hand onto her waist, and relaxed. She remained stiff while I remained relaxed, breathing slowly and deeply. "Paul," she whispered after a little while. "Are you awake?" I said nothing and I heard a little snort of irritation. "Swine," she muttered. "How dare you go to sleep just like that?" I could feel her relaxing, settling down and I faded off to sleep, fairly sure that she was doing the same. It was early when I woke up, the sun just rising. I lay there and took stock of the situation. I was on my side, cuddling Melissa to me, my arm around her. She was spooned neatly against me, her bottom pressed firmly against my groin, which was a little disconcerting seeing I had quite a nice erection. The hand that was cuddling her had slipped under her top and was resting just under her breasts, close enough that I could feel them pressing against my hand. All-in-all, I felt comfortable with the way things were and just stayed like that, totally relaxed. I was just drifting off to sleep again when I felt Melissa stir. Then she stiffened a little while she took stock of the situation from her point of view. I was breathing slowly and easily so I thought that she'd assume I was asleep. I felt her slowly relax. It's hard to remain relaxed when a young lady thoughtfully wriggles her bottom, apparently to assess just what was pressing against it. My erection, in this case. She then settled down, her bottom still pressed against me. Her hand closed gently on mine and moved it slightly. I would have assumed that she would move it down to her tummy or off her completely. Not so. She just gently eased it upwards until it was settled nicely on her breast. Once there she just relaxed and waited. It would have been rude not to pay attention to such a nice breast. I stirred sleepily, my hand brushing across it. I felt her nipple under my palm and gentle moved my hand in small circles, teasing the nipple and encouraging it to stand. Moving slowly my hand drifted from one breast to the other and back again, just lightly touching and stimulating them. While I was doing this my early morning erection stiffened even more, turning into a force to be reckoned with. I drifted my hand downwards, away from those enticing breasts, seeking warmth elsewhere. Melissa stiffened slightly when my hand slipped beneath the waist of her pyjamas, tangling in her little curls and hunting for more places to touch. "What do you think you're doing?" she protested. "You said you'd keep your hands to yourself." Little hypocrite. Did she really think I didn't know? "While you slept," I said. "I'd keep my hands to myself while you slept. You're not asleep now." I eased her onto her back, gently pushing at the pyjama bottom, sliding them down over her hips. That done I pushed at her top, lifting it up, letting her breast free. I didn't need to do anything about my own pyjamas. My erection had taken full advantage of an open fly and already sneaked out to look around. With her body uncovered my hands danced back and forth, touching and teasing, going where they had no right to go, but going there anyway. Melissa had made her formal protest. Now she just lay there, breathing deeply, letting my hand wander, squirming a little but not resisting. I leaned over her, dropping a brief kiss on each nipple, then dropping my mouth on hers and kissing her properly. While doing this I turned her around until she was facing me, pulling her closer so her body was pressed against mine. I held her like that, one hand on her back, the other on her bottom, holding her close. We stayed like that for a while, just exchanging some somewhat heated kisses, my hands rubbing lightly over her back and bottom. Pressed between us was the long hard length of my erection, of which I was sure we were both acutely aware. It was an interesting position to be in. She gave up first, thank god. She lifted a leg and wrapped it around me. Then I felt a little hand take a tentative grasp upon my erection, followed, after a slight hesitation, by a much more aggressive one. Melissa dragged my cock down from between our bodies, moving it between her legs. I could feel the head butting against her lips and I gave a gentle push, hearing her sigh with relief as I started easing past her lips. I increased the pressure slowly, moving in deeper until I was leaning against her hymen. Then, while I increased the pressure, I stayed put. Melissa was breathing deeply, almost gasping, just staring at me with wide eyes. I looked back, just a touch of a smile on my face while I pressed even harder. Her body yielded, her hymen giving way and letting me pass. Melissa gave a little yip of relieved pain, sort of a 'that hurt but it's over' type of noise. I just pushed deeper into her. For that initial penetration Melissa stayed quite still, looking at me, and apparently trying to judge what was happening. The look on her face was saying, "Well, this is different. Am I enjoying it or not?" Then I was all the way inside her, hand on her bottom, holding her tight against me, just letting her feel me inside her. She seemed to slowly relax, deciding that yes, she did want this. I leaned against her, forcing her around onto her back, me moving atop her, cock still just holding its place with her. Now I started moving, withdrawing slowly then pushing back, returning smartly, forcing a startled cry out of her. A few more thrusts and the little sounds she made were now of appreciation. Highly flattering, I found them. Finally she started moving with me, pushing up as I thrust into her. From then on it was all honey and cream. She moved like a dream under me, taking me eagerly into her body, her flesh clinging to me, pleasuring me. Now we were moving as one, a nice tempo in place, just letting everything flow around us. Time was passing in a most pleasurable way. On we went, excitement building, our budding passion moving to full bloom, heightening our awareness of our bodies. It was odd, but when our climaxes hit us they hit in an almost casual way. I didn't even have to hurry up and put some pep into it at the end. One moment we were rocking contentedly, enjoying ourselves, the next Melissa's eyes went wide, she gave a startled squeak and she went up in flames, dragging me along with her. Relaxing afterwards I have to admit to being a bit taken aback at the sudden ending. Not that I hadn't enjoyed it, I just hadn't expected it at that precise moment. Still, a most satisfactory conclusion. I lay there, holding Melissa while she lay there, contentedly recovering from a brand new experience. Then she lay there a little longer, contentedly cuddling up to me. Shy Girl It took some effort for me to actually get out of bed, dragging her with me and chivvying her into the en suite for a shower. A little bit of fun helping her to wash and get towelled dry, then I dressed and she slipped back into her pyjamas. After that I escorted her back to her own room. Not trusting Charles I checked her room first and then the en suite. No Charles. Thinking again, I stuck my head into the bedroom that shared the en suite and there was would be lover boy, lying on the bed snoring away. (Not snoring very loudly, I'll admit, but snoring.) With Charles so close at hand I wasn't leaving Melissa alone. I waited (and watched) while she got dressed, ignoring blushes and suggestions that I should turn my head. Breakfast beckoned afterwards, and we went and hunted it down. For some reason, we were both quite hungry. We were at the table, gobbling up everything in sight, when her father came strolling into the room. He was wide awake and looked as though he'd showered before getting dressed, looking immaculate as always. He seemed full of energy and started eating just as ravenously as Melissa and me. No wonder he was a millionaire. He seemed to have boundless energy. While we ate I broke the bad news to him. He and Melissa would be packing and departing as soon as breakfast was finished. Naturally he wanted to know why. "Charles has apparently decided that a marriage between him and Melissa would be a fine thing," I told him. "Melissa disagrees, which I'm sure you will concede is her right." From the mulish look that descended upon his face he didn't agree to any such thing, but I ignored that and continued. "Charles then got carried away and decided that a little bit of rape would force Melissa to agree. I had to explain to him that I didn't support that sort of activity in my house and insisted he desist. I've had to sit up guarding her door all night long in case he returned. I'm suggesting you depart now, as I won't be able to stay by her side twenty four hours a day and Charles is feeling pretty hostile." Her father was looking pretty hostile himself right now. Also curious. "Your house?" he asked. "I thought your uncle owned it." "He just wishes he did," I said. "As a matter of fact, this little incident with Charles is probably going to bring matters to a head and Charles and my uncle will be changing address. I'm sure Charles will furnish you with a new address as soon as he's settled, assuming that you want to visit him." He gave me a nasty look, indicative, I thought, of his lack of desire to see Charles, unless it was over pistols. He did love his daughter and was probably a little over-protective. Finishing his breakfast he stalked out to start packing, taking Melissa with him. I just sat back and relaxed waiting for Charles and my uncle to come screaming in. To fill in some time I gave my solicitor a call, confirming my right to tell my uncle to pack up and be gone. Turns out I could and couldn't do that. I could kick them out on the spot but would have to provide other accommodation for a period of up to four weeks, to give them a chance to find a place. I did the sensible thing. I told my solicitor I was kicking them out immediately and would tell them to see him and he would arrange a month's temporary accommodation. That's what lawyers are for; to relieve you of these tedious little details. It was going to be fun tossing out my uncle and cousin. Like I said, I can be a bastard and if anyone deserved a little bastardry it's them. I also made a note to see Melissa again. There was no time to be wasted in following up that particular affair. I'd give her a chance to receive a very nice bouquet and then I'd call her. I suspected things would prove very interesting in that quarter for quite a long time. Shy Girl Becomes a Dirty Girl It was a little after my 18th birthday and I was into my sixth form at school, my hormones were raging and I still had no outlet apart from my masturbation fantasies. Thomas never said a word to me about the incident in my bedroom; I don't think he had any memory of it at all. Although I was quite pretty with shoulder length light brown hair and a pretty face, I still felt awkward about my body, still considerably taller than all my classmates, but it had made me very shy and I was certainly not part of the in crowd, being more of a bookworm, or even a bit nerdy. It was towards the end of term and everyone was in high spirits after finishing exams chasing around the playing fields in the sun. I was some way behind my friends as I wasn't the best of runners and I slipped on the grass and went straight into some stinging nettles. I was a bit shocked and I could feel a nasty prickling sensation all down one side of my body, particularly on my left arm, leg, and thigh. Feeling rather sorry for myself the tears started rolling down my flushed cheeks, when all of a sudden two strong arms picked me up by the shoulders out of the nettles and a slightly gruff voice said. "Are you alright Miss?" I looked up in surprise to see John the gardener putting me back on my feet. I blushed heavily at the thought of being manhandled by a man probably in his fifties but was grateful for his assistance. He looked me up and down a bit. Being the height of summer, I only had on my white t-shirt and my regulation school skirt, and I felt he overdid the checking me over for injuries with his eyes a little. "It's Harriet isn't it?" I shyly just nodded a yes to him and blushed madly. "Ah, nothing broken, but you've got some nasty stings from those nettles, what you need is doc leaves. Follow me Miss there's a big patch growing by my shed." I felt a little uncomfortable doing this, but he was so matter-of-fact about it I accompanied John to his shed. He pulled a light-cord and the little room was illuminated. It was pretty stuffy in there as there were no windows, and he told me to sit down pointing to a big wooden workbench in the corner. "Don't worry Miss, this will stop the stinging." He said as followed me in holding a handful of the big green leaves and immediately started to rub the cool leaves on my arm. I blushed dramatically as I felt very self-conscious allowing him to touch me, but the leaves worked wonders and brought a marvellous cooling relief to the stings on my arm. Then without warning he knelt down on one knee level with my legs saying "Best check down here too, ooh that looks nasty." He started to rub a fresh leaf on my left leg. I could feel him confidently moving in circular motions up my bare thigh, and then he lifted my knee level with my chest saying. I just watched him passively feeling rather awkward but he just continued as if it were quite normal. "Looks like they got you right round here too." Suddenly it became obvious, not only was he enjoying rubbing the back of my thigh, as my leg was raised he also had a clear view of my flowery pale pink knickers. I felt utterly embarrassed and sort of froze as I felt completely in his control. He bent my leg and lifted it up high so my knee pressed against my breast. I was too taken aback to offer any resistance or verbal reluctance. I had to quickly put my hands back on the bench and instinctively my legs parted to stop me falling backwards. I blushed an even deeper red as I looked down at my predicament. Here I was in front of this fifty-something year old man as he carefully rubbed the inside of my thigh with the cool leaves and my bare legs wide open. My panties were stretched and pressed tight against my vagina and my bottom. I could see John's eyes widen as he continued rubbing my thigh, but I could clearly see his eyes were focused intently between my wide open legs at my girly charms, I felt even more embarrassed as I noticed my pubic hair sticking out from both sides of my knickers. It was such a humiliating position for such a good girl like me to find myself in, but I had to admit that I was starting to become a little aroused at my lack of control and I could feel a strange excitement growing between my legs. John was rubbing the leaves only about an inch from the gusset of my pants, and to my horror I followed his widening eyes down again between my legs to see that a small but very obvious wet patch was forming in the gusset of my knickers. My juices were starting to flow out of my vagina and I could just make out my faint odour in the warm shed. My thoughts turned to my first experience with Thomas in my bedroom as I drifted off momentarily. I suddenly realised that I had been scratching the left side of my rib cage, and was almost disappointed when John let go of my leg and moved his hands to the side of my waist. "Looks like you've been stung nearly all over, shall we lift this up and have a look at you?" I nodded dumbly at John as he smiled and untucked my t-shirt from my skirt and lifted it up to just underneath my bra. "Oh yes, we better get something on there hadn't we." "Yes." I said almost breathlessly. He stepped out of the shed again momentarily and came back with another handful of doc leaves, but I noticed he pulled the latch across the door this time when he came back in. The pretence of checking me for stings was now completely transparent. I was clearly enjoying being touched and inspected by this dirty old man. I think the fact that we were such an intangible pair made me feel more free from any suspicion, nobody would possibly guess what I was letting this man do to me, yet alone the fact that I was starting to enjoy it very much. My pent up frustrations were pouring out of me, quite literally into my wet knickers, and as he slowly rubbed my torso, around my navel, my hips slowly gyrated in time with his movements, as his hands travelled up my body and started rubbing just underneath my breasts in my white bra. I let out a little moan quite audible in the quiet shed and he looked at my face and smiled at me. "Lift your t-shirt up." He said calmly. I went bright red in the face but I was under his command, my breath quite audible, and I did as I was told. I lifted up my t-shirt and showed him my bra-covered breasts. "Mmm, lovely." He said as he stepped back a moment to savour the sight as I obediently held up my top and stuck out my chest smiling now through my shyness. My nipples were extremely obvious through my white bra poking out like two huge stings. "Good girl. Now undo your bra and show me those lovely titties." John was obviously growing in confidence at my complicity and as he stepped back I could see the confidence growing in his trousers too! This was the moment. I had never shown my bare breasts to another man before. I thought for a brief moment, I felt quite nervous mainly because of the excitement, but he was quite gentle with me despite the fact that I felt he was in control which made me feel even more sexy. I was trembling as I reached behind me to undo the catch. Suddenly, my bra became loose and I slowly lifted the 34C cups up over my breasts and tucked it underneath my t-shirt, brazenly rose up and stuck out my chest showing him my bare teenage breasts. I was flushed with excitement, the blood rushed to my head, not to mention my nipples as I showed myself off to him. "Wow you are quite a big girl Harriet, what gorgeous tits you've got." Said John, as he smiled broadly admiring the view. I smiled at him and my head turned instinctively to the side feeling a bit coy. "Shake your titties around a bit Harriet, let me see them wobble." The directness of his words seemed completely at odds to what I was used to but they had an amazingly arousing affect. I jerked my torso around a little making my breasts move around. John watched avidly as his hand went down to adjust the erection in his trousers, he rubbed it a few times absent-mindedly and I jiggled my breasts around for his enjoyment. "Cor you are a dirty little thing aren't you Harriet." He said as he moved towards me. I nodded coyly again, a very embarrassed smile all over my red face, as he grabbed my breasts from underneath squeezing them slightly and pushing them up into sharp points. "You have lovely big nipples too, nice and wide aureoles, and they have a lovely shape!" My breathing was all over the place, and my legs started shaking as he squeezed my breasts in his strong hands and pushed his face into them, moaning as he rubbed his rough face over my soft bare breasts. "Ooooh god!" I gasped nearly loosing my breath. I had no idea I could feel something so intense building inside of me, I felt like I was going to burst, as his hands groped me and his face and tongue flicked over my breasts and my excited nipples. His tongue licked all over my breasts teasing my hard nipples, it looked sort of gross but it was making me incredibly horny. "Oh Harriet, you are a dirty little girl underneath your prim and proper exterior!" "Yes!" I gulped, barely able to catch my breath, and then I cried out, "I am a dirty girl!" I saw John's face flushed with his own smile as he lifted his face from my breasts, then he looked into my eyes as his hands moved over my breasts until he held both my stiff nipples in between the fingers of both hands and said slowly. "Say it again Harriet, tell me what you want to be, tell me what you are." His fingers tightened on my nipples and he slowly and very deliberately pulled them out and upwards as my mouth opened wide along with my eyes as I inhaled audibly and called out. "I want to be dirty, I feel so dirty, I am a dirty girl." John stretched my nipples out a full inch or so from my breasts, and I thought I was going to die from the pleasure, until I almost screamed, as a dam burst inside of me and my whole body shook uncontrollably as I came like a bitch. I lost all control of myself and let go of everything including my bladder, flooding my knickers with pee which poured down over my legs splashing onto the floor... (to be continued)...