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A First For Everyone

By: doitright



The sound of the car outside would change my life. I heard the engine pull up to the curb and looked out the window of my friends house. He'd let me sleep over his house and I was on his couch in the living room of his parents house. We'd drank a bottle of tequila and smoked some weed before he'd passed out in his room, and I'd made myself a bed on his couch and settled myself to watch some television.

I heard the door close and saw his mother stumbling up the driveway. In the passenger seat of the car I could see her boyfriend asleep. The chair tilted back and his head hanging off the side of it. The front security lights had come on and in the brisk light I saw her drop her keys and stoop down to pick them up.

Her name was Loraine, but everyone called her Lorry. Maybe in her early forties late thirties, I wasn't sure. She had short hair, cut to her shoulders and it was auburn in color. I'd never thought her particularly attractive, but she loved to wear short skirts with stockings, and that always had caught my eyes. She was wearing a short skirt now, I saw and a loose blouse that caught her large breasts in them as she bent over to swoop her keys. She was obviously very drunk.

I heard her fidgeting with the lock, unable to open the door, so I got up to help. I opened the door.

"Hello." I said.

"Hello. Surprised to see you here."

"Yeah, Joe let me stay the night. Is it alright if I do?"

"Yes. Don't even have to ask."

"Where's Bob?" I asked, looking to the car.

"Oh, drunk. Asleep, he won't wake, so I left him." She giggled and stepped into the house, nearly falling, so I grabbed a hold of her. My hands instinctually going to her hips to steady her. My fingers catching just the back of her skirting material, where her flesh began to soften up to he roundness of her ass. She didn't seem to notice or mind and I kept my hands there for a few moments, the tequila I'd drunk giving me the courage to do something I wouldn't have sober.

I put one hand on the small of her back, as if to guide her in and shut the door behind her. She leaned into my chest as I did so. She was shorter than me, the top of her head coming up to my nose. I could smell alcohol and cigarettes on her and the faint linger of her perfume. She was short and a little plump, so that her shortness forced her butt out and thickened her legs quite nicely. I hadn't realized how far her bottom hung out until my hand was on the small of her back and the arch created there by her butt came out at almost a ninety degree angle. I could have rested a cup of water on that small shelf of backside.

My hand slipped down a little from where it was, on purpose of course, and I felt the great softness of her butt cheeks. Felt the silky material of her dress stretching out over the ass. Felt the hard line of panty underneath it, a thong maybe, from the way it disappeared my my finger tips so quickly.

Oh, my god, I just felt Lorry's butt. I thought. My friends mother's ass. She was twenty years older than me, and I'd just hardened my dick at her touch.

Her skirt was short, up to the middle of her thighs, and she wore purple leggings and high black boots.

"Here, sit down." Said directing her to the couch where I'd made my bed. 

"But my room is over there."

"No, just sit here a minute." I took her by the waist and sat her down. She stumbled once more and I took her skirt came up a bit. I sat her down and she sighed comfortably as she did so.

I sat next to her and placed a hand on her thigh. Bolder by her drunkenness.

"Oh, no." She said, pushing my hand off. But I placed it right back and she didn't say anything else. So I explored her leg. Running my fingers up her thigh, then down to her knee. Feeling the warmth and the softness under the nylon. She turned her head so as to watch a movie that was playing, not saying anything to me.

I hoped my friend wouldn't wake, or Bob. My dick was so hard by then. I'd never felt a woman's leg before, never gone further than making out with a few girls. I knew it was wrong to be feeling her up, but it had been something I'd always wanted to do to a woman in a skirt. Especially an older woman who had no business with a young man like myself.

And her legs were so soft. I finally made my hand disappear under her skirt. Up to the warmth between her legs. She had them closed, so I had to kind of wedge my fingers up there. She grabbed my hand to pull it out, but I kept my arm strong.

"This is wrong. I know your mother. I can't do this. You can't do this." She said, her words slurring. But then her hand went to my crotch, her fingers to the bulge of my hardness. Poking at my dick, prodding it alive with her fingers and her long red fake nails.

"You want it?" I asked her.

She didn't answer, but I unzipped my pants anyway, unbuttoned them and pulled my boxers down so that my dick sprung up. I looked to the hallway to make sure my friend wasn't coming, then to the window to see if her boyfriend was till asleep. 

"Oh." She managed to say as her fingers went to it. Wrapping around it as a boa constrictor would its prey. She seemed mesmerized by it. "It's so hard."

"Not like Bob, right?" I asked her, my hands in a heaven of warmth and pantyhose, up this woman's skirt.

"No. Shhh." She said and moved her hand from it. I took her hand by the wrist and put it back and this time she began to jack it off.

"Like that." I told her, surprised by my own bold words.

I wanted to feel her breasts, so I removed my hand from her skirt and squeezed the globes under her shirt. They were bigger than any girls I'd touched, these were women's breasts not girls, I reminded myself. Then I let my hand go up her shirt and pulled her bra down, her nipples coming to. I pulled her shirt up and saw them. Two pink things, hardened and pointing downwards. My mouth went to them. Feeling the hardness with my tongue. My hands went down between her legs and she opened them for me. 

I rubbed the how softness between, felt how her skin seemed to move loose with my finger tips. It became wet down there, soaking wet.

"Put my dick in your mouth." I whispered to her. She didn't move, but with a gentle push I had the woman leaned over, her head in my laps. Naturally her lips found my penis. It was soft as I'd imagined it would be, never haven had a woman do it before. Her lips pecked at it, then her tongue came into the picture. Soft sloppy, then hard and pointy, depending on what she wanted it to do. It tingled. It felt wonderful. Her hot breath warmed me down there and I saw her head make little movements, her neck tilt, her hair adjust itself. I could hear the soft trickling sounds of her spit and air. She hadn't yet put it in her mouth and I was waiting anxiously for her to do it. 

How would that feel?

Then after much licking and kissing and slurping over the shaft she did it. She opened her mouth and I could feel the tip between her two lips, feel her lips pressing down and sliding over my dick. Her tongue quivering under my shaft as it entered her, and I was in.

Ah, how many times had I seen those lips working. Speaking to me, laughing, over the years I'd known her. And never once had I imagined they would be wrapped around my cock. Never once. And this night they were. I enjoyed them, the fullness of them, the wet glory of her mouth. The soft moans she gave if she went too deep, as if she licked it as if it were the best tasting candy she'd ever experienced. I wondered if she did this for her boyfriend Bob. Smiling to myself as I thought this, he'd never know what his live in girlfriend had done to her son's friend.

The movie on the television played on, and Lorry sucked on. Her head up and down with the time of her own music. A young hard cock in her old mouth. What a slut, I thought. Sucking a young mans cock in her own living room. My first blow job by an older woman. What luck!

"Yes, lick it now." I ordered to her. She'd begun to take it deep and hold it in her mouth, not moving up or down, just holding it there and sucking and massaging with her tongue. Making me almost cum, so I wanted her to lick it. To give me more time. But she didn't listen, so I pulled her head off it, slowly and it came out of her mouth with a pop. Her tongue trailing out after it, a string of spit down her chin. She licked her lips and wiped her chin with her forearm. 

"Mmm, Yummy." She said. 

"You suck good dick."

She nodded her head, "Only for good dick. And you, young man, have a wonderful cock. It's so hard. I'd forgotten how hard they can get."

I wanted to fuck her now. Now before I came and anyone woke up and took me from this dream of an encounter. I pushed her back so that she lay on the couch and reached up under skirt, pulling down her pantyhose. Her blindingly white legs came into view from the purple stockings. A red shiny thong covering her wet pussy.

"Maybe not this. I can't cheat." She said, pushing at my chest. But I ignored her like usual. Nothing was going to stop me now. I was going to lose my virginity this night with this woman. 

I was on top of her and my dick found the wetness, the heat of her sloppy slippery furnace. There was no pressure as it slipped right in. It wasn't as tight as I imagined it would have been. Maybe because she was in her forties or because she'd had kids. But it slid in and made her dig her nails into me. Her legs were up and wide open, her breasts hanging out and jiggling with each thrust into her. I was fucking her good. Nice strong thrusts upwards and when I pulled back my dick would slide right out, then plunge back into her. Into the fire. 

She moaned into the pillows and licked my neck. 

"That's it." She whispered in me. "Nobody has fucked me like this in years. Your dick is so hard....oh wee...hard...ow...mmm."

But as good as it felt it wasn't enough for me. I wanted to fuck her in the ass. Punish her a little for being such a slut, for her pussy not being as tight as it should have been. What could she say? She would already be in trouble. 

I pulled out of her and dropped to the carpeted floor, pulling her with me. Pushing her over the couch so that her knees were on the floor with me and I was behind her.

Damn her butt was big. So big. 

I gave it a few grabs, enjoying the way it moved and felt. I put my dick on it, let it slide between her cheeks like a hot dog in a bun and squeezed each great cheek closed on it so that my dick disappeared in the fatty cheeks. I stuck a finger in her silky pussy and then circled the tiny ass hole that she had hidden between those pillows of ass. It was so hard and warm, flexing under my touch. I let the finger tip push in just a bit and man, did she wiggle. The strength of her butt was amazing. A tightness I'd never dreamed of waited for me in that butt. Even the heat was intense. 

I pushed my finger in more and she leaned away from me, but the couch wouldn't let her get any further. Until the entire finger was being crushed by the weight if her body, her everything trying to push me out of her secret spot. Of the tightest hole on her.

"No. In my pussy, put it in my pussy." She said to me.

I took my finger out and let it slide in her pussy, and he pushed back on it. I put three fingers in her pussy and she moaned and wiggled her butt back and forth as if trying to work it all the way in her. 

Sorry, bitch. I thought to myself. But I'm getting your ass.

I lined up my throbbing dick with her ass hole and gave a small push, it popped in. The head bursting through the forbidden entrance. She screamed. Too loud. Much too loud for what we were supposed to be doing in secret.

"Shh." I said.

"Take it out. Take it out. Take it out." She said, chanting it to me. 

But no I wouldn't.

I pushed in and felt it go in in little jumps, each one making her moan into the cushion. When it was finally in my dick hurt and I leaned to her and kissed her neck. Her eyes were wet as if she were crying. "It hurts." She said to me.

"I'm sorry."

"No, it really does. Take it out. I want to go to bed now."

Man, she squeezed my dick. Her ass crushing it from every angle. I began to move it in and out. Fucking that sweet little hole of hers. Fucking that round bulbous butt that she kept hidden under skirts and panty hose since I'd known her. My friend's mother's butt was mine. I grabbed her hips and just enjoyed it. Doing what I'd always dreamed of doing to a woman, living out my fantasy with Lorry bent over before me. Her skirt hiked up, panty hose hanging off of one foot. Her red thong tossed on the couch beside me. She moaned and cried into the couch, her body frozen in place as my dick terrorized her ass.

"Does Bob do this to you?" I asked.

"Nobody does."

That's what I wanted to hear. Nobody but me did this to her. Her cheeks shook and jiggled to my movements. I began to tire, my dick was throbbing from the pain of being squeezed out by that tiny ring of an ass. Oh but how it squeezed me. Milking my shaft for every long thrust out and invading that special private space with every thrust in. I felt as if I I pulled her with me when I would come out, her butt following my movements, trying to ease he friction, so I held her in place by the hips and worked her so that only my dick was doing the moving. Her ass needed to just wait and squeeze, wait and squeeze, wait and squeeze. I felt sweat on her ass cheeks, on my forehead. My knees were beginning to ache, my hips from the thrusting. Then I came. A long squirt inside of her. Then another. Inseminating this older woman with my seed right up the butt, up the wrong hole. What would my friend ever say if he found out? What would her boy friend Bob say or do? I shuddered to think it.

When I pulled out, the dick plopped from her swollen red hole. Cum glistening from the shine of the television. I pulled her skirt down.

"Thank you." I said. "Are you ready for bed?"

"Yes." She said, lazily and slurred. "I think I want a cigarette, first."

"Come on then, get up and I'll have one with you."

I practically carried her to the couch to sit and pulled on the purple stockings for her. My dick hanging wet and bruised as I did it. I covered up the fat lipped loose pussy and that bud of an asshole with the nylon. Then pulled down her skirt, tucked in her breasts into her bra. When she was all ready we went out into the back yard to have a smoke.

The both of us not speaking, just inhaling the smoke. I looked up to the night sky and saw the brilliant shine of a hundred thousand stars. She looked beautiful under that star light. 

"I'm sorry for doing that." I said.

"Yeah, me too." She said, not looking to me. But I leaned over and kissed her. Her lips found mine and we kissed. Our cigarettes burning in our hands as our tongues worked themselves over, mine forgiving, hers hating.

I head the front door slam open and we stopped kissing and she scooted away from me.

"Lor." Bob called from the living room. "Lor?"

"I have to go." She said, and she did.

When she did her butt jiggled as she got up and my dick stirred once more, battered and bruised. Lusting again for that older slut of mine.

A First For Everyone Ch. 02



(Second part to A First For Everyone) 

*

The light shone blazingly bright and hot through the front window of the house, pouring sunshine over my face. I opened my eyes and realized I had a massive headache and hangover. I looked around the room and saw that I wasn't at home, and in an instant I pieced together what had occurred last night. Could it have really happened? I wondered. Could I have lost my virginity to my friend's mother? It felt like a dream, a blur almost. But I could remember the main parts, and none of it seemed real. 

I convinced myself I must have dreamt it. It wouldn't have been the first time I've dreamed vividly about sex. I stirred on the couch and felt my dick rub against my pants, it felt raw. It was no dream...it happened. I wasn't a virgin anymore. And I'd fucked my friend's mother, a woman I'd known since I was a child--of course now I was eighteen. I'd just turned eighteen last month.

I sat up and looked out the window. Yes, Lorry's car was parked outside. My stomach churned, I'm not sure if it was in excitement or fear, but it churned and I felt sick. I'd clearly taken advantage of her, what if she was upset? I tried thinking back to what occurred. I'd walked her over to the couch and began to fondle her legs. She'd given me a blowjob, then I'd talked her into sex, which she'd given me after a few halfhearted refusals--I'd fucked her up the ass too. The memory of fucking her up the ass flashed in my mind and I was sure she hadn't wanted it, but I'd sodomized her anyway, taking advantage of her vulnerable position of being bent over and sloppy drunk before me.

I really was another person last night.

I was disappointed that I couldn't remember exactly how it'd felt. The story I'd told to you in the first chapter was my reconstruction of events. I'll never be able to account for every detail of my special first day with Lorry. It happened very fast and was over too quick. It really was like a dream, and nothing more.

I'd lost my virginity in one drunken hour. I'd received my first blowjob, my first pussy—and asshole--all in one night. My first everything happened and I couldn't remember it well enough to savor it. Why did it have to be so sloppy my first time around? But it must have been good; my dick felt like it'd been through a lot.

How could I have been so aggressive with Lorry? That was what shocked me. She'd always been so nice to me. I can't remember how many times she'd given me rides or lied to my parents about something bad I'd done with her son Joe. She'd bought so much food for me over the years when I did things with Joe, it wasn't funny. I owed her the greatest respect, and I'd betrayed her. I'd pounced the moment she'd shown her vulnerable side, and did it without a second thought.

What I'd done, what had happened last night; it wasn't like me; I was so shy normally. It was the damned tequila that gave me the courage and lust to walk her to the couch and begin rubbing her nylon encased legs. I greedily used her body like a sex toy without her full consent. But there'd been parts she enjoyed, and that made me feel better.

I remembered how close we'd come to getting caught, Bob had walked in minutes after I'd taken his girlfriend on their couch. Thinking about it a bit more, fucking that grumpy man's girlfriend excited me. Bob was a big guy. Much older than me, he would have messed me up if he'd caught me, maybe shot me. He had quite a large collection of guns. 

If only he knew his girlfriend was such a slut when she was drunk. I knew Bob never liked me. He was a real conservative guy; a proud member of the local tea party. He might have been a little racist. I don't think he cared for Mexican's much, and I'm Mexican-American. Yes, he'd be pissed if he found out I'd ravished his girlfriend's asshole without permission. 

Bob was an uncomfortable man to be around. When he spoke to me, his questions were always sarcastic and direct, and I felt he was always trying to catch me up in a lie. He liked to roll his eyes a lot, and looked at everything with a pessimistic point of view. He really thought he was above everyone else, especially if you didn't share his conservative politics or you weren't older than him. He was also very jealous of Lorry, and demanding of her. When he called out for her she came running.

Lorry wouldn't tell Bob, or her son, Joe, one of my best friends. I did feel sort of bad, like I'd betrayed Joe in some way, but I'd had sex, and that was a bigger deal. My dick began to harden as I laid there on the couch going over what memories I had from the previous evening. Lorry had been pretty easy, being as drunk as she was. She let me do what I wanted with her. Not really giving me resistance at all, except for when I shoved my cock in her butt. 

How could she have been so easy? I never thought her the type to cheat on Bob. They'd been together for as long as I could remember and seemed to really love each other. He had children from a prior marriage that lived with their mother, and had Joe, who lived with them.

She was slightly plump, but it showed just over her pussy in a small pouch, nothing severe, most of her fat went to her backside. Her butt was fleshy and large. I'm sure it had changed over the years and loosened up, so that it jiggled at the slightest provocation. Her voice was grizzled from years of smoking. Her face wasn't horrendous to look at. When she smiled she brightened up, and it was her green eyes that gave her any sparkle. She was naturally a brunette, but over the years had begun to die her hair a reddish auburn. A slight scattering of freckles dotted her nose and cheekbones.

She wasn't the prettiest girl in the room, but she acted like it. 

Physically, what made her attractive, and an object of desire, were the short miniskirts and thin dresses she seemed to always wear. She was fascinated, I think, by nylons, because she always wore them. I'd known her for years, since I was thirteen, (though everything in this story happened when I was eighteen) and she wore nylons on all but the hottest days . 

I'd never had a crush on Lorry; well not a big one; she was my friend's mom for God's sake, and a friend's parent was impossible--off the list, off the market, off anything. But I will admit eyeing her pantyhose clad legs from time to time over the years—okay, every chance I could. I used to want so badly to look up her skirt or dress everytime I went to Joe's house. Her skirts rode high on her, and always gave the promise of a shot of panties, or thick milky upper thigh.

It seemed she owned every color of nylon leggings available. Once and a while I'd strike gold as I entered the living room and she'd be sitting just right and my eyes could shoot up into the darkened area under her skirt. It was nothing spectacular, but I'd run off to the bathroom and jack off with her pantyhose legs in mind. I wanted only to touch her legs, as if they were some forbidden fruit, off limits to me because of her status as a friend's parent, and more so a grown adult twice my age with a live in boyfriend.

As we got older, one of our friends, Pedro, used to say he would fuck the shit out of her. We'd gotten a good laugh from it, and my friend Joe had wanted to fight him over it. Yes, she was overweight, and her body had seen better years, but her legs remained absurdly toned and well-shaped. And her eyes could always capture you in their intensity and amiability. She had a way of making you feel comfortable around her.

But her legs were extraordinary things to admire, like a beautiful painting or sunset. I think that's why she showed them off daily in her skirts. Of course pantyhose can hide a lot, but they did her magnificent justice, a classy older lady look. She knew she looked good in her skirts, and because of her pantyhose and short skirts, she exuded a powerful form of sexiness in the simplest thing she did, like the crossing of her legs in a slow, deliberate manner, or the twirl of her hair around a finger, or the way she held eye contact with you when speaking. She loved to wear name brand fashion, and Bob never hesitated to shower her with lavish jewelry and clothing. 

Her nose was a bit too round, her lips slightly thin with the beginnings of smoke wrinkles. She wore too much mascara, and her cheeks were always rosy. She always had the smell of cigarettes and perfume. But like I said, there was something about her.

I heard the door open in the hallway of the single story house and my heart began to race.

Who could it be? Bob with one of his guns ready to shoot me for forcefully fucking his girlfriend in the ass, or Joe, angry with me for stuffing my cock in his mother's sweet mouth? Or even worse, would it be Lorry? What would I say to her? What would she say to me?

I pretended to sleep and lay my head down, while ever so slightly peeking out to the hall. 

It was Lorry. She'd just showered, I could tell by her wet hair, and she was wearing glasses, round ones. She was dressed in sweats and a loose but short t-shirt.

As she stood there, I saw how feminine she looked. How she stared at me expressionless, contemplating me in deep silenced thought. Then she tucked her lips into a thin line and continued on her way. 

She looked attractive standing right there. I don't know if it was because I knew I'd laid over her last night and put my dick in her wet, wet, older pussy, or because she looked so unsure about something, worried almost.

I heard her open the cupboards in the kitchen where she'd gone, and start up the coffee machine. I didn't know what to do. But I felt I needed to see her before my friend Joe, or Bob came around. I needed to get it over with. Apologize if I needed to, and leave, hoping to never make eye contact with her again for the rest of my life. I really did feel awful about last night, about how rough I'd been.

So with my heart at about my knees, I stood up. My head hurt, and I was thirsty. I walked over to the kitchen doorway and leaned against the jamb. I could smell the scent of soap or shampoo lingering in the air from her shower. 

She was sitting at the counter, facing away from me. Just being so close to her tightened my chest up. I couldn't believe what had occurred between us a few hours before. I saw the back of her shirt was wet from her hair. Her panties caught my eye as it stuck up on either side of her sweatpants waistband where her shirt rode high. It was a silky blue color and it shone foil like under the kitchen light. It was lacy around the top and I traced its visible line down her sweatpants. The lines of her panties were quite visible under the tight sweat material, and I noticed how small her panties were. It wasn't a thong, not by the outline, but one side was riding up her ass more than the other. I had the urge to just reach out and stroke the material with the tips of my fingers.

The sight of her panties gave me a secret pleasure. Knowing that I'd fucked this woman and that I'd seen more of her than just her accidently exposed panties excited me. I'd had my hands up this woman's skirt, my dick had been lodged inside of her body, and I'd spurted out my semen up her ass, injecting it deep inside her bowels while she begged me to stop.

"Good morning." I said, my voice sounding rough from the hangover. It shattered the silence of the room, and my words visibly struck her body.

She turned and looked at me. Her eyes cutting me open in one quick glance. She wasn't the unsure woman I'd just seen in the hallway anymore. She measured me and dismissed me all in one turn of the eyes.

"Want some coffee? I'm hung over." She said, her tone so matter of fact, as if nothing had ever occurred between us.

I poured myself a cup. 

"I'm hung over too. I had too much tequila last night." I said.

"I know. I talked to Joe this morning and saw the empty bottles."

"He's up?"

"Been up. He left an hour or two ago, they called him into work. I told him to leave you on the couch till you woke up yourself."

I felt better knowing I wouldn't have to see Joe.

"Is Bob here?" 

"Yes. He's passed out though. I had to practically carry him home last night. He's not the lightest man in the world. He won't be up for a few hours." Her eyes looked me over and I knew she wanted to say more, but held back. There was so much hidden in those soft green eyes.

There was a moment of strained silence and I used this awkward time to sip on the coffee. I could feel the air thicken up. My stomach turned in anticipation. I looked to the living room, to the couch where I'd sodomized Lorry.

"I was pretty wasted last night." She said in a tone of finality, as if these words explained how she'd been able to sleep with her son's friend and cheat on her boyfriend. She looked me in the eyes to see if I could understand her, then her face flushed bright red and she looked away as fast as possible, embarrassed.

Her eyes weren't looking at me, but on a spot on the counter before her. She put a hand up over her cheek to try and hide her redness. Her breasts were pushing tight against her shirt, she wasn't wearing a bra and they sagged down, her nipples showing themselves to me.

"Do you remember what happened last night?" She asked. "It was kind of a blur for me."

The words didn't seem real, the moment didn't. I had nothing rehearsed, and she'd caught me off guard. Should I lie? No, I couldn't. She needed to know that I remembered. I wanted her to always know that I knew she'd let her lips wrap themselves over my cock. I wanted her to know that I'd taken her while she was drunk, and she'd given herself up, slut like, to a man twenty years younger than her. But how could I say it nicely?

"Yeah, I'm sorry if I offended you in any way. I was drunk." I couldn't look at her. I was sorry, not for fucking her sloppy wet pussy, but for fucking her in the ass when she didn't want it.

"I really don't remember much, but bits and pieces. I'm normally...not like that. I have a question for you. What do you remember?" Her eyes were pleading with me to say "nothing", but I couldn't bring myself to say it. I had to let her know she'd been a bad woman last night. I wanted to see her reaction.

"We kind of...had sex."

She nodded. She looked beautiful sitting there.

"Look, I'm so, so, sorry. I don't know what got into me. It never should have happened. You're not gonna go run and tell your mom are you? Or your friends—"

"No. Nobody."

"You won't brag about it? Promise you won't."

"I won't."

She smiled and held the cup to her lips. She looked as if the world had just ended for her, and I felt a little hurt by her reaction.

"God, if Bob were to find out...I don't cheat on him, you know. I love him." She said. "I want you to be honest with me about something. I'm a little embarrassed about saying this, or asking this--" She covered her eyes.

"What?"

"Did you fuck me in the ass?" Her words were a whisper and her voice cracked. She looked as if she were going to cry.

"For a little bit."

Silently, like the falling of snow, tears began to fall down her face. She put her hands over her nose and mouth and cried. I didn't know what to say, or how to react. I wanted to hug her and run away at the same time. A slow minute passed while she cried about being fucked in her ass by me.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think you would cry about it. I apologize, Lorry." I finally said.

"No, it was me that let it happen. I just...feel so dirty about it. My ass is really sore, and when I woke up, I felt it instantly, I knew something wasn't right--and then, like a flash, I began to remember sitting next to you on the couch last night. I remember your hands on my legs. I remember sitting in the back yard smoking a cigarette, and that's it. I don't even remember driving home. It's just...to be told by your son's friend that he fucked you in the ass, that you cheated on your boyfriend who you love...it's just too much for me." Her eyes were red and beginning to swell, and she dabbed at them with her shirt.

"Well, I'm sorry again. I'll never mention it."

"Okay, good. I think that's best. Maybe you shouldn't come over anymore either. Nothing against you, but I can't see you around here, not with Bob...not in front of Bob. I could never be in the same room as you two—ever. You understand, right? We should never see each other again. You're a good kid with a big future and I wish you the best in life."

She stopped crying and sipped her coffee, looking me fiercely in the face. Was it anger I saw in those green gems? Yes, she hated me. I stood up to leave. I was disappointed I'd never get to see her again, but I'd always have the broken memories from the best drunken night of my life.

"Wait. Finish your coffee first. I don't want to be too rude about kicking you out."

"Are you sure, Lorry? I can go now. I don't want to upset you anymore."

"Sit." I did. We sat in silence again. It was a spring Saturday morning and I could hear some crazy neighbor starting his lawnmower in the distance at seven in the morning.

"I want you to know, what happened last night; what I let you do to me. Guys have wanted to stick it in my butt since I was in high school, but I never let them, never anyone. Not even Bob gets to put it there. I hate alcohol." She wouldn't look at me. Why did she want me there still? So she could explain herself to me? I was torturing her just sitting beside her. I wanted to admit to her that I'd taken it without her consent, maybe she would feel better, but I didn't say a word.

Something about this aroused me.

She forced a laugh, a fake one that caught me off guard, and then sighed. "Did you enjoy it at least? My ass is really sore. I knew right away I'd been fucked there because it was so wet down there when I woke up. Your sperm was in there all night." Her bluntness shocked me. She seemed so comfortable talking about it now. I saw in her face that her attitude had shifted somehow. She really wanted to talk it over. Maybe this was her way of getting over it.

"I lost my virginity to you." 

She coughed on the coffee she was drinking and set her cup down.

"You're a virgin?"

"I was one."

"So last night was your first time? Geez, as much as I want you to forget this night...you never will."

"I won't forget what happened, but to tell you the truth, I don't remember it very well. But it was nice, it was even my first time having oral sex."

She squinted at me, not understanding. "What? I umm, sucked your dick too?"

"Yeah."

"Who started it?"

"It was kind of us both. You were wearing a skirt, and, well, I just couldn't help myself. For years I've wanted to just feel your legs up. Last night, I finally did it; I put my hand up your skirt, and you let me." I couldn't believe what I was saying, but it made her smile.

"So you like my skirts? I always knew Joe's friends were trying to look up my skirt every chance they could. Horny kids." She stood up and went into the living room, down the hall, and returned. "Well, would it hurt for me to see it?"

"What?"

"You know, don't be shy, young man. You weren't shy last night." Her eyes went down to my crotch. "I haven't seen another man's cock other than Bob's in a few years. Can I have a look? Don't worry, nothings gonna happen. I'm not drunk this time. I just wanna see it. See the dick that took my anal virginity. Bob won't come, I promise."

I hesitated. What if Bob woke up? Or Joe returned. But thinking this excited me again. It was so risky, and she was asking to see it...yes she was a whore.

So, taking in a deep breath, I pulled my basketball shorts down, then my boxers. The cold air of the house hit my cock, and I could feel her eyes on it. I was embarrassed. Her eyes were opened wide, her lips just parted so that I could see her teeth and her tongue working under the tips of them, wagging back and forth.




A First For Everyone Ch. 02



"It's bigger than I thought it'd be. I've been around the block once or twice, and you have a nice one." I was sitting beside her on the counter, and her hand went out as if to touch it, but stopped in midair. "May I? I said I wouldn't touch it, but it's so smooth looking. You don't have any grey hairs either, but you need a trim it looks."

"Go ahead. I don't remember much from last night, I forgot what it feels like to have someone touch it."

She smiled. "Aww. You're so cute." 

Her hand landed on it, her fingertips at first. She had long fake nails, colored purple, and I felt their touch as she ever so slightly ran her fingertips over me.

"It's...very nice. Oh, it's getting hard. How big will it get now?" Her eyes seemed to grow right along with me.

My cock expanded, moving by itself and slowly rising skywards like a balloon being inflated. It reached its pinnacle and every vein I had bulged out around the shaft. The head was shiny and still a little red from last night. She wasn't touching it anymore, but watching it and sipping her. I wanted her to touch it again, it ached, and I badly needed her touch. But she was content watching it pulse with my heart beat. 

I grabbed it myself, I had too, it hurt so much. I gave it a jacking, then let it sit.

"Putting on a show for me? I like it." She watched my lonely cock, and we sat in silence, my dick the center of her world. "It just looks strong. No wonder I sucked you up last night. I haven't seen a dick get that hard in years."

"You don't remember sucking it?" I asked.

"No, but I wish I did. I love to give head to men. That's why Bob loves me. I suck him off twice a day, once in the morning and once before bed, if he can get it up. He doesn't always get it up."

"You love sucking cock?"

"I shouldn't have told you that. Yes I do. There's nothing like a rock hard cock in your mouth..."She looked at me, "Not that you would know anything about that. But for a woman...damn, it's appetizing. My mouth is watering looking at your cock right now. I want to lick it—but no, I can't. I won't cheat on Bob."

I touched my dick again and stroked it a few times to ease the tension I felt there. This was too much for me. She was talking way too much, and I very much wanted to jam my penis into her mouth.

She looked at me, holding my gaze for a second. "I wonder if I blew you good last night, I was drunk, sloppy drunk."

"I want you to suck it. Please, one last time."

"You're bold. Right in my own kitchen, in Bob's kitchen, you want me to get on my knees and suck your cock, is that what you're saying?" She licked her lips slowly.

Right then she was the sexiest woman alive. The most beautiful older woman I'd set eyes on. Sexual lust poured from her every movement, the sweep of her eyes lashes, the tilt of her chin, the way she held her coffee cup, all of it oozed a sexual energy that I never knew existed. She was so damn sexy, and she knew I wanted her; she knew it and used it against me. Thank God I lost my virginity to her. 

"Yes. Get on your knees and suck this cock."

She smiled, giggling. "Oh, you're bad. Well, I can't. I don't cheat."

"Just do it, please. It hurts almost."

She reached for it and took it in her hand, holding it like a toy, for her it was a toy. Her tiny fingers wrapped it and moved up, then down, squeezing very hard, so that it hurt. "Jesus, it's hard. What a beautiful cock you own. You're going to make a lot of girls happy with this thing. If I were twenty years younger, boy, I'd be sucking your cock daily, just like I do for Bob. I wish he had a cock like this, I really do."

I couldn't help myself and I reached out to her waist, and to her exposed panties. I let my finger rest on the stitching and pushed in to her hip bone. My fingers followed it back around her waist, consuming all of the lace and soft shiny blue material, to her back. She watched me touching her.

"You like that? You can't be touching me like that you know. I'm not your girlfriend. I'm your friend's mother, and I have a man my own age. He's sleeping in the other room. He wouldn't like it very much if he knew what you were doing."

I gently came to a stop, letting my fingers rest on the silky fabric.

"He wouldn't like it, but I do." I was dying with lust for her. "Will you suck my dick?"

"I have a boyfriend. I can't. I've known you since you were a kid. I used to cheer for you at your little league games. I can't, it's...not right."

"You sucked it last night. You took it deep in your throat, remember? Remember choking on it? Remember getting fucked by the dick you're holding? I fucked you so hard, right in the living room, right over the couch. I pulled your short, skimpy skirt up and fucked you." I ran my fingers over her panties once more.

"I don't remember it. Look, I'll jack you off, but I won't suck it. It's not fair to Bob."

I touched her breast, her left one. I took it in my hand and squeezed, feeling the nipple in the palm of my hand.

She took me by the wrist and pushed me away, then proceeded to jack my raging hard on up and down. She watched me the entire time, not looking at my dick. "I shouldn't be doing this to you. I feel so bad about it, but this cock you have is just too big and hard. This is wrong."

Her hands were like another pussy almost, she twisted and turned and squeezed and massaged. Until a small drop of pre cum escaped my hole. She took it and rubbed it over my head, it became slippery instantly. She grabbed hold of the very base of my cock and with her thumb and middle and forefinger milked a long stroke upwards producing another clear drop at the head of my penis. She then touched the drop and scooped it upwards, a string rose with it from my cock to her finger. 

"You have a wonderful cock, young man." Without taking her eyes from me, she put the finger into her mouth, licking the wet, and clear cum off in one swipe of her crafty tongue.

"Mmm. Dick. Yummy, yummy cock. You have a flavor all your own. I'm so used to Bob. Oh, poor Bob, sleeping peacefully in the other room while I'm playing with a younger man's hard cock in his kitchen."

Yes, you are, because you're a slut, I thought. 

"Suck it. I won't ever ask you again."

"Oh, yes you will. I know men. Once you get it, you want more. Your cock is just so hard. Come here." She stood from the stool and pulled me by my cock. She led me out of the kitchen and into the laundry room. Her fatty butt wiggled when she walked and I placed a hand on her cheek, before she slapped it off.

"I'm going to suck your dick now. I'm dripping wet, you know. I need this cock of yours in my mouth. Don't you get any ideas, I have a man, and I'm twice your age. This can't be happening again. I just can't pass up such a hard dick." 

Then she dropped on her knees and her tongue left her mouth, touching the tip of my head in a fast flick. Then another flick, and another. I barely felt the touch, like a wet steamy breeze passing over my cock's head. I watched as she swirled her tongue over my shiny head, her lips just open, her eyes closed. "God, it's so fucking hard." She said between licks.

The laundry room was clean and white, and I leaned back against the dryer. I could see outside into the backyard, it was a beautiful morning. I looked down before me and saw my friend's mom licking my erection in masterful paint strokes. Her hair was still wet and I placed my hand on her head, not guiding her, but just feeling her movements as she worked on me. Each lick sent shivers down my shaft and up into my stomach. Her tongue was like a small probe exploring this new cock she'd discovered. 

How could I have gone so many years without oral sex? It was such an erotic high, standing back with your cock out and having a woman knelt down before you, pleasuring your swollen genitals with her mouth. Her tongue could do so many things, invoke so many feelings and touches. Lorry was in her own world right then, and so was I, but we were together all the same.

My dick was still pulsing with my heart beat and she stopped licking it and touched some of the veins around the shaft with her finger, tracing them around me. 

"I love your cock so much, you don't even know it." Then she winked at me and her lips kissed the sides of it. Pressing into me, oh they we so soft against my shaft. Such subtle wet kisses floated over my penis, each one was tender, and unique. Listening to the sound of her kisses on my penis was like music to my soul.

Every now and then she would reach up and squeeze my hard penis, especially at the base, she loved to squeeze me there I noticed. Her squeezes would test the strength of my dick, and how much I could endure. Then she would jack it up, slowly, slowly up, then down. As she jacked it off in that manner, she watched my dick intently smiling to herself in secret pleasure, and I knew it wasn't me she liked, but my cock and only my cock.

It was truly love making with her lips and tongue--and she still hadn't put it inside her mouth. She latched onto the side of my penis with her lips and sucked, then slid up and down the length of me, sucking, slurping, and drooling over my cock. My head went back, I moaned. Her suction pulled at my skin as she slid her mouth against me.

This was the definition of pleasure.

I felt myself rising to a climax under her magical tongue. I wanted her to stick it inside of her mouth, but watching her slobber over it, and lick it like a delicious ice cream was too much. She had her lips of the side of it and her tongue dancing along the side when she pulled her head away and held my cock tight, right before I was going to shoot it out.

"What's this? Already? You are inexperienced. Look at how fast it took you."

I still had unloaded. "How do you know?"

"I know penis's better than you do." 

She looked around for a towel and picked it up, then stopped and smiled slyly at me. "You want me to drink it? I want to, I love drinking cum, but...Bob, it's bad I'm doing this already."

She put the towel at the end of my penis and jacked my cock up and down and I came. A large shot of white sperm flowed from me and she continued to milk it out onto the towel. When she thought it was done she let go of my dick. I'd poured out quite a bit on the towel and she stuck one finger in the cum and put it to her mouth. Her eyes widened. Then she put the towel to her face and stuck her tongue out, swirling it around the white goo and bringing it back to her mouth and lips. She sucked most of my cum off the towel and drank it up, licking her lips. "It tasted good, that's why I did it."

She stood up. I was sad it was over.

"Turn around."

"What?"

"Turn around." She grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me to the wall. "You don't listen very well, do you? Don't turn around until I say, or I won't suck that cock of yours, ever."

Did she just say ever? I thought she never wanted to see me again? I began to get excited.

I heard her rustling around. The dryer was cold against my cock. It took a few tortuous minutes, but it passed and she told me to look. She'd changed into one of her dresses folded neatly on a wooden table. It was a loose silver dress made of thin cotton, and she'd put on some black pantyhose with solid black dots over the legs. The thin material of the dress caught on her bare breasts, and her nipples were erect. It was a very short dress.

"No heels. Sorry." She said. "Haven't you always wanted to look up my skirt?"

Shyness crept over me, and I checked her face to see if she was playing with me. She had on a smirk, but it was all seriousness.

I knelt down, my cock in the way of everything, and put my head near her ankles. I looked up the velvety black pantyhose with solid black polka dots, and past her thick, shapely thighs. Her butt hung out away from the back of her thighs and I saw, in a thicker, darker material, the sky blue panties she'd had on earlier. The panties rode up her ass cheeks, but her butt was covered in black thicker nylon than the rest of her legs. Near my face I saw her feet covered in the material.

I can't explain my actions, but I was suddenly compelled to kiss her ankle. My lips pressed onto the shiny, cold, and slightly rough fabric, and I gave her a kiss. The kiss was soft, and I enjoyed the feel of the nylon against my lips. I felt her warm supple skin just below the material.

I was surprised by how it felt, so...different, and new to me. Of course, back then everything was new to me, but touching her pantyhose with my lips gave me a pleasure that aroused me to new heights. These were the legs that I'd stared at for so many long years, and used to masturbate to, imagining their feel under my exploring touch. It was everything I imagined and better still.

I wanted to lick her legs now, touch this special see through fabric with my tongue. I looked up at her one more time and she was watching me, a smile on her face. What was she thinking, I wondered? 

My tongue came out and tasted her soft calve. The material scratched my tongue, and I felt her warmth below the thin cool nylon. It was stretched tight over her, unbelievably tight, and my hands found themselves running up her legs and down them. I fondled her knee caps, and the muscular backs of her calves, gripping her toned sections, then to her thighs. Her thighs were strong and fleshy at the same time. I fondled her with impatient hands. With my tongue, I licked upwards, as I'd always wanted to do to her. 

It burned almost, as my tongue traveled over the dry, black material. I opened my mouth when I was at her thigh and sucked in, taking in her flesh and pantyhose at once. Once her pantyhose had become soaked with my saliva, it took on a different feel, a warmer one.

My fantasies were coming true—this time with her consent and knowledge, and it was so much better than taking advantage of her. 

"What are you doing, young man?"

"What I've always wanted to do to you." I nibbled at her soft inner thigh, taking in bits of her flesh with each suck and kiss, pushing her fabric around with my hardened tongue. My fingers dug into her flesh, rubbing the material over and over. It was better than her bare skin, I thought. It was more sexual to have this barrier between us.

"You've wanted to lick my legs?" She giggled.

"Every day."

"You've really never been with a girl, have you?"

"No, only you."

"Good. Well, then, enjoy these legs, because you'll never have them again."

"You've never wanted to...or have you ever wanted me to touch you like this?" It was a dumb question that made her laugh.

"No. Never. You were always too young and immature to even fantasize about. All you boys were. But...I'll admit, I liked seeing your eyes down at my legs from time to time. Maybe once, only once, I've wondered, how hard are their cocks getting watching me. It'd get me so wet thinking of it, of imagining your hard cocks inside of your pants, knowing I was the reason. Once, I remember we were watching a movie, and your friend, Pedro, he kept staring at my legs, the entire time, trying to be secret. So I pulled my skirt up a little, just a little, giving him some more thigh...oh, how I became wet. I think I saw his bulge in his pants. I went straight to Bob, and sucked him for hours that night, the entire time thinking how I'd gotten Pedro so hard. I felt so bad doing that. Afterwards, I promised never to play around like that again with you boys. But I did enjoy you staring at my legs and breasts all those years." She looked at me, out of her trance. "Don't you tell anyone about this."

"I won't. When you suck Bob next time...will you think of me?"

"You're naughty boy." She said, a wicked grin on her face. "Yes, maybe. When he's fucking me, I'll imagine it's your hard young cock inside of me. He has a thick cock, but it just doesn't get so solid as yours does. There is nothing like a young man's penis when he's fully turned on...nothing."

"Have I ever made you wet? Like Pedro?"

"No, not you. You must understand I don't cheat on Bob, and I would never fuck an underage boy. This isn't me normally. You don't think I'm, like, a hoe for this, do you?"

"No."

"I know your birthday was last month—thank god, or last night may have been rape; but, no, nothing specific with you, till now, of course. I like your touch, it's so innocent. You don't know a lot. Explore me now. This is your one chance-well, second, but it's different being sober, I think."

The entire time we spoke, my hands were exploring her legs, massaging her muscles. I was on my knees now while she leaned against the dryer. She placed a hand on my head and ran her fingers through my hair as I caressed her body. I made sure to touch every part of her, not one inch of her lower body hadn't been rubbed and squeezed and tested by my fingers and palms.

Her skirt hung loose on her ass, and I saw where it caught each butt cheek, and caught her thick line of panties. I pulled her skirt up and saw where the pantyhose changed from see through, to a darkened version. A dark, thick stitch ran up the middle of her pantyhose where her butt was. 

I put my face on her butt, rubbing my cheek and lips over the nylon, into the soft flesh and against her blue tiny panties underneath. Her panties really were too small for her; they seemed ready to rip at the slightest movement.

I inhaled, and her scent attacked my nose. Instinctively I knew it was her sex, it was a strong secret smell, feminine and raw, hot and ready.

I licked over her plump ass, my hands and mouth working hard to savor the feel of her nylon encased backside. She opened her legs.

"Here. Kiss me here. You've had enough of my ass, you bad boy."

I took her invitation, her hands guiding my head a bit more forcefully than I'd expected. Her warmth is what I remember most about her pussy. I took a good look at the stitching of the nylon there, and I could tell it was already sopping wet, her panties were discolored darker too—she was leaking all over herself. I remembered how wet she'd been last night, and this further aroused me.

I pressed my face between her legs. My lips touching the scratchy hot fabric, her mound of sex moved with my lips, and as I stuck my tongue out, she moaned and pressed my head into her. I felt her pussy lips through her panty hose. They moved underneath the pantyhose, loose like and throbbing. I licked at each puffy lip, and in the middle and she gasped and pulled my hair.

"Oh, you naughty, naughty boy, you shouldn't be doing this to me." Her voice sounded heavier, husky with want. She was occupied with only me and it drove me crazy, further tightening the feeling in my cock. I felt my penis was about to burst from pressure.

She began to grind herself over my kissing lips, pushing her pussy into my face, smashing it against me and rubbing on my outstretched tongue. I knew she was getting off, because she moaned and held me tight. My hands meanwhile were on her backside, happily squeezing away at her excess flesh, bouncing each cheek up and down, back and forth.

As she rubbed her swollen pussy on me, I opened my mouth and bit down, gently enough with my lips over my teeth, and I managed to grab just a little of her. With her pussy in my mouth I flicked at it with my tongue, rubbing until it burned me and I released. As I did this, her clit began to protrude more and more, flaring thick under her nylons, a hard little nub that I could push on with my tongue.

Her skirt was over my head, and I was in darkness between her legs. Her pussy lips were soft and movable, but under the softness was a hard bone that she pushed out and kept fiercely rubbing on my lips and chin and nose, it hurt just a bit.

"Mmm. Kiss it for me." She pleaded. "Ohh. That's it honey, right there...mmm."

I did so, trying my best to French kiss her nylon covered pussy, taking in her rough pantyhose and soft pillow like lips in one embrace of my mouth. I wanted to rip open her pantyhose and taste her bare pussy. Her thighs squeezed my head and I reveled in their touch. 




A First For Everyone Ch. 02



Then she pulled my head away quickly, out from under her skirts and the daylight stung my eyes, more so because of the white laundry room. She stared down at me, her eyes blazing with unbelieving passion; her breasts were rising and falling with her quickened breath. "That's enough of that, or else I might end up fucking you." She walked out of the laundry room, leaving me behind. I felt my heart break. Was that it? My dick was raging and in much need of attention from her.

"I need some coffee, I'm hung over." She called out to me.

As she walked I noticed her thighs jiggle just a bit. The nylon catching them in a tight embrace that sent my imagination soaring. She went into the kitchen and I followed, sadly putting my cock away in case Bob was in the kitchen. She'd returned to the counter, which was an island in the middle of the kitchen, and sat down crossing her legs over one another. Where the light hit them, it shone silvery and glistened where her white skin pushed at the fabric most. Every curve she had was enhanced by nylon shadows. Her skirt was just up to her mid-thigh, and ran high as she sat there, her legs facing away from the counter. Through her shirt, her nipples were like tiny spear heads aimed right at me.

She grabbed her cup of coffee and sipped it. "Sit."

I did so. I grabbed my coffee and took a drink. I needed water more than coffee. My thirst was unquenchable because of my hangover. She smiled at me and licked her lips; her tongue never seemed so powerful before, it was some weapon she was waving in front of me.

"You want me to suck you, for reals, is that right?"

"Please."

"Licking it wasn't enough?"

"No. I want to have my dick in you, Lorry."

"In me? Like my pussy?"

"Your pussy and mouth. I want to please you in any way Bob can't. I can do that for you."

"So you think you can fuck me better than Bob? I don't remember last night, so I can't say how good of a job you did. My pussy isn't sore, you mustn't have fucked me that hard. I can always feel it the next day if I've been fucked good and rough."

"I was drunk, but it happened all so fast. It was my first time, I was nervous."

"How many times did you ask me to put it in my ass before I gave in?"

My heart stopped short. What if she remembered everything and was testing me? 

"It took a while, but soon you wanted it."

"Is that right?"

"Yes, and it was the best feeling in the world, and you loved it."

"I did? That doesn't sound right."

"You're so beautiful Lorry, please give me the pleasure of being able to have sex with you once more. I'll fuck you hard, however you want. I won't ever tell anyone, I promise. My dick is so hard it hurts right now, it's like throbbing."

"Let's go behind the counter." 

I followed her to the far side of the counter, where the stove was located, and out of view from any angle. "You hear a noise, you tell me." She ordered

She looked at me and smiled, then leaned forward and touched my cock in my shorts. She leaned in and gave me a peck on the cheek. I answered with a full on kiss. Our tongues mingled with one another. She moved her tongue around and around my mouth, sucking on my bottom lip. It was so passionate, that I felt a bang in my stomach. I held her tightly in this embrace and her breasts pushed into me. She stopped kissing me and put her forehead onto mine.

"Wow, this is dangerous." She whispered, putting her hands through my hair and down my neck. She put a finger on my chest and as if she were drawing a line, and ran it down my stomach and to the bulge in my shorts. "No, belly either." She said, "That's something I'm not used to. If you cum too fast...I won't ever suck you again."

Then she knelt down and slid my shorts to my ankles.

My dick was right before her and she opened her mouth and inserted my bulbous head into her. I could feel her tongue suddenly come alive from within. It pushed at me, probing hesitantly. Her lips were pushed out and shining. Her tongue came into view as it swirled around my head, round and round. She closed down with her lips, giving needed pressure, and looked up at me as she did so. Then it was a as if she'd turned on a vacuum and her mouth crushed me, her head sliding forward under the pressure, she was pulling me into her with her sucking power. I had no idea she could produce so much suction.

Her lips dragging on me the whole way, until she reached halfway down. Her tongue licked and moved about like a caged animal in her mouth trying to escape. Then she came up to the tip. Thus began a steady bobbing motion. In even strokes she squeezed me with her lips over her teeth, and milked my cock.

I closed my eyes and relaxed. This is what I'd been waiting for. She gave random moans, and wet slurps, but her head kept moving. A wet kissing sound rang out when she reached the tip of my cock and her lips came free. Sometimes she would slow down and lick the head all over again, other times she would take me as far down as she could and hold it there. Not moving her head, but sucking with tremendous pressure, her tongue wiggling under my dick length, quivering all around me.

Her eyes were watering and several times she stopped to wipe them. She began to moan as she sucked me off, a light tone that carried deep into my dick and numbed me with vibration. She really loved sucking cock and did her best to please me. The moans she gave over my throbbing erection sent me soaring. I wanted to shoot my sperm in her wet mouth and down her throat. She bobbed on me for what seemed like hours, but in reality it was maybe ten minutes of constant sucking and moaning.

"Fuck my mouth." She said, popping the cock free from her face. A string of spit hung from her shiny wet lips to the side of my rock hard cock. Her eyes were watering a bit, and I never thought she looked so slutty. It just didn't seem real. This was Lorry for God's sake, what was she doing on her knees sucking my dick?

She went forward again and my swollen gland edged past her soaking lips, and she closed them around me. I grabbed a hold of each side of her head and humped. Getting excited, I think I began to go too hard, pulling her hair tight, keeping her mouth on me while I pushed in. Her nails were dug into my hips, and I felt her pull away, well, trying to at least. In a moment of lust, I held on tight, maybe it was what had come over me last night, this sort of dominance over her slutty body. I wanted to push my cock deep down her throat, punish her if you will, for being such an easy whore with me and cheating on her boyfriend. 

Her mouth opened up I noticed, and her lips weren't tight on me. Instead my cock was just ramming into her open mouth as she tried to avoid it. Each push in forced a gag and choke sound from her. I felt her teeth rub painfully hard against my shaft. A wet, sound, like the sound of washing your hands really fast under running water could be heard. I heard her grunt, and her head shook from side to side, but my hand held her hair tight, in bunches, keeping her firmly in place so that my raging erection could dominate and fuck her mouth.

The more she turned away, the more I fucked her. Holding her head down on me, and wiggling side to side, I abused her open mouth. She'd always been an authority figure to me...an adult, a grown up. And look at what was happening now, I thought. 

Her nails dug deeper, and she pinched my thighs painfully, snapping me from this trance, and I released her. She was gagging and turned away. Her face sopping wet and dripping down her chin was my pre-cum and her bubbly saliva. She looked as if she'd been fucked in the mouth.

"Sorry, Lorry. Was it too much?"

She couldn't answer, but wiped her lips and cleared her throat. I noticed down her shirt, wetness had dripped, and she had a sheen on her neck and cheeks. "I've never had anyone do that." Her voice sounded shaky. "That was something hot. I like the way you take charge. Will you fuck me like that? Hard like that?"

She stood up and began to pull her panthose down, but I stopped her.

"No, leave them on."

"But, how?"

"Get on the counter." I ordered.

She jumped up on the counter, opening her legs. I reached down between her legs and ripped the pantyhose apart where her pussy was located. Then I pushed my fingers in, past her pantyhose, sliding her panties over. Her pussy was fat. Each lip felt swollen and ready for my cock.

I came forward and aimed my dick at her opening. In an easy push I was encompassed in her warmth and wetness. She gasped as it went in, immediately her legs wrapped around me, pulling me to her. I wanted to fuck her slow, but my dick ached so much that I instantly went to town ramming her. Her pussy became nothing more than a hot sloppy mess that I fucked over and over.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight as my hips thrashed violently into her. Her nails were dug into my back, and her mouth was over my ear, her breath steaming into me as she moaned at my every pump. Her pussy was very soft and wet, and I enjoyed pushing deep into her and making her squeal in delight. She was getting one good fuck from me. It became my mission to ravish her and make her respect my cock and youth. I remembered she said her pussy wasn't sore from last night...well this time I promised myself she would feel it afterwards.

"Oh my, harder young man, fuck me harder." She said shakily into my ear. 

I loved feeling her wet warmth. I loved being inside of her and giving her pleasure. For the moment I knew she was only thinking of me, well I hoped so at least. She told me it felt good, over and over as I fucked her. 

For minutes I kept it up. I lost myself in the scent of her hair, keeping my lips on her neck as I filled her with my hard cock. She loved it. Her pussy is still the slipperiest pussy I've ever put my dick in. I watched the time on the oven clock and we kept this up for a half hour. I'd slowed down to an even pace, a much slower one. Like that I could focus on the soft pleasure of my penis entering her and exiting. Each slow fuck brought on new sensations, and I lost myself to her pussy. It felt so good pushing into her, filling her with my raging cock. It took all my will not to pump her fast again. She seemed to like it slow, and her tongue was all over my ear and neck. 

She whispered things to me as I fucked her slow; telling me that she would be dreaming of my cock, that she would suck my dick whenever I wanted, that she loved, loved, loved my hard cock.

"Let me fuck you from the back, turn around." I said, pulling out of her. I wanted to beat her pussy up now. 

She hopped off the counter and turned away from me. Yes, she was listening to me now. I worked my throbbing wet cock to between her legs again, and her pussy lips spread for me again.

In my cock went, deeper and faster. She angled her butt up so that I sliced into her, jamming her head up against the tiled counter. In my aggression, I grabbed a hold of her hair and yanked her head back. Holding her tight, I rammed in her with all of my might, pushing as far as I could up into her and holding it there, then slowly I'd exit, and before she could relax, I jammed it back in in a sudden motion.

Each thrust made her cry out. She tried her best to stifle the moans, pushing her knuckles into her mouth, before finally grabbing a towel hanging beside her head and stuffing it inside of her mouth, gagging herself. I loved hearing the muffled moans and they drove me on, as if she were chanting for me, cheering me on.

They were hard thrusts. I was attacking her pussy in a methodical fashion. Out of nowhere, her pussy flexed on my dick and she moaned out louder than before. Her body shook and quivered and her pussy clamped down on me. The squeeze took me by surprise and I used this intense feeling, which reminded me a little of when I'd fucked her up the ass, to finish myself off. I knew she was coming herself, and it brought me joy to know I was giving her such erotic pleasure.

I sped up and she moaned hard, her body tensing up. It was as if she could barely take it anymore, but I kept on my rampage. That's right, I thought, get fucked you slut. I was sweating now and out of breath. I felt my sperm coming and I exploded in her. A great relief had been lifted from my shoulders then, and I slowed my pace. She let go of her pussy squeeze and her arms hugged the counter as she heaved for breath. I released her hair, I noticed I had a painful grip of it.

"Damn." She said out of breath. 

"Did you like it Lorry?"

"I've never been fucked hard like that, or with my hair pulled. I kind of liked it rough." 

"I hope we weren't too loud." I said.

"No, Bob sleeps like a rock when he's hung over. Want a smoke?" She asked.

We stepped out onto the front porch and sat down on a wooden bench near the garage. She'd put her pantyhose back on, and fixed her skirt. "Yeah, I feel it now. Thanks for that fuck. Bob never does it like that, he's too out of shape. I'm glad I let you fuck...I wasn't going to. But I'm glad I did. Look, maybe we can keep this up."

"Keep fucking?"

"Yeah, fucking. It has to be a secret, maybe once a month. I feel like a schoolgirl again, excited by my first crush." She looked at me. "You don't think I'm a slut, do you?"

"You're a beautiful woman, with an amazing pussy." I said, shocked by my words. I thought she would slap me, her eyes opened wide enough. But a smile came over her face and she hit her cigarette.

THE END