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Are You Too Young For Me?

By: The Big Bopper



Be warned, the sex is much slower to build than in my previous stories, but as always, it should be well worth it when you get there. The early stages are a good opportunity to understand the four characters and there is substantial dialogue to set the scene before the full-on activity. 

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It would be the start of a new year in just a few hours, but Darren Carter felt like he needed more than a New Years Eve party to rid himself of the year just gone. In fact, it was more than just one year. There had been several years of hell that his once loving wife had put him through. Four years ago, the affairs started, Julie had taken up with one of the guys in the office where she worked. That lasted about a year, then she moved on to one of her clients. Basically, she was shameless, even flaunting her brazen infidelity to Darren at every opportunity.

He endured it for as long as he could, hoping that she would return to being the sweet, loveable woman that he had married when they were both so young, just 20-year-old childhood sweethearts. But when her second affair ended and she took up with yet another guy, Darren decided enough was enough and kicked her cheating arse out of the house, filing for divorce.

Their 21-year-old son, Josh stayed with Darren, but their 18-year-old daughter elected to go with her mum, splitting the siblings in parental loyalty.

Darren involved himself in his work in an attempt to recover from the hurt he had suffered from his wife's affairs, and as a pastime, he took up golf to give him something new to fill in the weekend hours. He was only 42 and he missed being in a warm, loving relationship, but the manner in which he had been burned put Darren off any consideration of taking up with another woman.

That is until ... the house next door was sold and Darren and Josh got new neighbours. Darren arrived home one afternoon to find a furniture removals van partially blocking his driveway. Initially, he was mildly annoyed, but he parked his car across the road and walked around the van heading for his own front door.

But he paused when he looked across toward the house next door and saw his son, Josh over in their front yard, talking to what Darren assumed must be his new neighbours. He diverted to say hello and as he got closer, he saw that his son was in the company of two women. At first glance, they both looked very appealing to Darren, good figures, very attractive, both dressed neatly in slacks. As he got closer and studied their faces just before introductions, Darren was struck by how similar they looked.

Were they sisters, or were they mother and daughter? If they were the latter, it was almost difficult to tell which was which. Did the daughter look older than her years or had the mother retained her youthful beauty longer than most?

His son turned around on seeing his father. "Hey dad, come and meet our new neighbours, they're just moving in ... err, as you can see obviously. Dad, this is Karen and Samantha." Josh wasn't specific, throwing both names at his dad and Darren looked at the two attractive women with a confused look.

Up close, Darren could see an age difference, but it didn't appear to be twenty years. The woman, who appeared to be slightly older, helped him out, although Darren really had to look twice and much more closely to work out that she indeed was the mother. She gave an infectious giggle, addressing him the way his son had, "Hi dad, I'm Karen," and she extended her hand for Darren to shake.

Realising that Josh had not given the women a name for his dad, Darren completed the introductions, "Hi Karen, pleased to meet you, and welcome to the neighbourhood ... oh, err, I'm Darren."

Darren shook Karen's hand quite vigorously and then let it go as a second hand shot forward, it was the daughter, "Hi Darren, I'm Samantha, but everybody calls me Sam." Her eyes glistened and sparkled and Darren was taken by how beautiful both women were. He shook the second hand as Sam added, "Darren and Karen, it rhymes, sounds like it should go together."

Darren unconsciously shrunk back a little, surprised by the suggestion. He was still hurting from the pain inflicted by his wife's philandering and the messy, name-calling divorce proceedings. As attractive as these two women were, he shied away from any suggestion that he should consider any involvement with another woman just yet.

Young Samantha was very observant and she saw the reaction her flippant comment had produced. "I am so sorry, Darren, I didn't mean anything by what I said."

"That's okay," Darren replied, surprised that this young woman could be so intuitive as to notice his negativity towards a silly throwaway line about Darren and Karen going together. "I'm just too sensitive these days," he added.

The mother seemed perplexed and she turned to her daughter for an answer, "I missed all that, Sam, what did you say?"

"Nothing mum, I just said something stupid."

Now Darren felt awful, fearing he had offended the beautiful young woman, "No, don't say that, it was me honey, I have just become a bit over sensitive. Please don't take offence."

"None taken," Samantha responded cheerily, oozing an extreme self confidence and giving Darren a warm smile, "Josh was telling us that you had been through a painful time."

Darren turned to look at his son, miffed that Josh would be revealing all their family stuff to the new neighbours on first meeting.

Josh picked up on the look, "Sorry dad."

"I missed most of that, must be weary from the big move," said Karen, still a bit bewildered that something deep and meaningful had been going on between the other three. "Listen, nice as this is to stand out here and chat, we better get back inside and take control or these moving men will end up putting the beds in the kitchen." She turned to Darren once more, "Guess we will be seeing a bit of you guys from now on, being so close and all, nice to meet you both."

Karen turned and Samantha gushed excitedly, "Yeah, look forward to seeing more of you two." Darren thought that she gave Josh more than a cursory glance as she said that ... or was that what he hoped he saw. He was eager for his son to develop some kind of relationship with a young woman. Josh had not yet had anything beyond a few dates with girls his age.

"Nice girl, Josh," said Darren to his son as they walked back across the front lawn to their own house, "Smart too," he added.

"Yeah," concurred Josh, "I wasn't sure who was the mum and who was the daughter when I first saw them."

"Hey, me too, Josh. I was looking to you to give me a clue, but I got nothing from you. How long had you been out there talking to them?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe twenty minutes." Josh thought he saw where his dad was heading with this. "Listen, sorry dad, I didn't mean to tell them about mum and all, it just sort of came out. After our initial discussion about the weather and how hard it was to move, I guess I needed something to say so I went on and told them why there was no woman in our house."

Darren put his arm around his son's shoulders as they reached the front porch, "That's okay, they would have found out sometime or other. So son, any man in their life?"

"No dad, no there's not. Karen lost her husband to cancer just six months ago, that's why they moved, too many memories in their old house." Josh looked into his dad's eyes, "Don't tell me you're interested, dad?"

"I don't expect I will be, I've told myself over and over not to get involved with any woman again. But I have to say they did look good, both of them, Josh ... and man, they smelt nice too. Their perfume must have endured the sweat of moving day."   

"I don't think there was too much sweat on their part, dad, I think they left all the heavy stuff to the removalists.

Darren cooked a large meal for dinner, that is, large in quantity. He covered two extra serves in foil and when he and Josh had finished eating, he suggested his son take the two serves over to the new neighbours, having seen through the kitchen window that the removals truck had just left.

Josh seemed eager to do that and urged his dad to come too, but Darren said he needed to clean up the dishes, adding "I am really not ready for female company yet, Josh. You go ahead and wow that young girl."

His son said he understood and away he went quite happily to deliver the two meals. Darren cleaned up the dishes, poured himself a scotch and sat down to watch some TV. He found that he wasn't really concentrating on whatever was on, so he didn't find it a disturbance when the doorbell rang.

He opened the door to find the mother Karen standing there holding two empty plates. "I just wanted to thank you so much for such a wonderful meal, we did so appreciate it. We couldn't have possibly cooked tonight. Sam and I were just talking about going out for pizzas and, out of the blue, there was the welcome wagon, Josh standing there with our dinner. You are a very good cook, Darren."

He took the plates from her hand, "Oh, I don't know about that, Karen, I'm pretty basic, just do enough to keep Josh and I fed."

Karen stood there on the doorstep, unwilling to go away, but too polite to just barge on in. "Don't you share it, doesn't Josh cook too?"

"No, he doesn't much. I know he's 21 and old enough to fend for himself, but after the way my wife treated us in the past few years, I feel responsible for him still." Darren at last noticed that Karen was looking like she expected to be invited in, "Oh sorry, where's my manners, come in Karen."

Darren didn't really feel like female company, he had become content in his own quiet solitude, sitting with a scotch or two most nights and contemplating over and over again what had gone wrong with his marriage. He was beginning to suspect that he would never come up with the answer.

Karen eagerly accepted his belated invitation and stepped inside, following him while he dumped the two plates in the kitchen and then adjourned to his favourite chair and his glass of scotch. "Can I get you a drink, Karen?"

"A vodka would be good, if you've got it."

"Yes, I think I can rustle up some vodka, Josh occasionally drinks some." He gave her the drink and she sat down in the 3-seater opposite his single chair.

"You probably think I was a bit duh outside earlier tonight. Sam explained to me how you reacted when she tossed in that line about the two names going together. Don't think we're a pair of man-eaters, nothing could be further from the truth. I am still struggling to deal with my husband's death and Sam just hasn't been into boys, she's only been on a handful of dates. I guess she will find someone nice in time, but she doesn't seem to be in a hurry. That's why I came over here, I hope you don't mind. Thought I'd leave the two kids on their own to get to know each other."

"That's all okay, Karen, it's just that I'm hurting too ... obviously in a different way to you. It must be terrible losing someone you loved so much and who loved you back in that way ... and you can never see them again. For me, I lost someone I loved, but she had moved on from that love. I am in a position where I at least could still see her if I wanted to ... but if I did, it would only be to tell her what a fucking bitch she is."

Karen raised her eyebrows at his language and outburst, "Umm, the pain is deep."

"Sorry for the language, Karen."

The two of them talked on for the next half-hour, both taking the chance to offload much of the individual hurt that each was feeling. The openness of their discussion eventually brought Karen to tears and Darren felt awkward, not knowing what to do with an emotional woman sitting across from him in his living room.

He poured her another drink, took it across to her and reluctantly sat down alongside, folding an arm around her. She allowed her head to drop on his shoulder as she sobbed. For the first time in at least two years - probably even longer - he was holding a very attractive woman of his own age, feeling the warmth of her body, the pleasant aroma of her womanly scents.

He didn't know what else to do, it had been over twenty years since he had courted a woman, a whole generation ago. What on earth did they do these days ... what was expected of him? Was she coming on to him in this indirect way, through emotion and hurt? He felt her soft hand land on his knee, should he touch her anywhere? Then he realised that he already was with his arm wrapped around her shoulders. 'What should I do next,' he pondered, 'should I try to kiss her?' What if he was misreading the signs? Did he really want to do anything with her, was he ready for this? What if Josh came back and found the two of them making out?

Darren held back, decided this was not the time to be making a move on his new neighbour. Then he wondered what would happen next ... was she expecting it? If so, when he didn't press on, would she attempt to take over and seduce him?

Her tears stopped flowing, she took her hand back off his knee and raised her head from his shoulder, "I am so sorry, Darren, I am still a little fragile, I better go. Thank you for being the perfect gentleman and not taking advantage of my vulnerability just now."

She rose to leave. Her words didn't help him at all, what did she mean by all of that? Was that her way of saying 'I was vulnerable just then, why didn't you take advantage of me and sweep me off to your bed?'

Karen went home and shortly after, Josh came back. "How did it go?" asked Darren, hoping that his son may have found the beautiful young girl next door appealing.

"Oh okay, I guess, she's a nice girl, bit too smart for me, I think."

"Why so, Josh?"

"Oh, she's so intuitive, talking to her I worry about whether she's already read my mind. She seems to be older than her years."

"How old is she, Josh?"

"She's only twenty, dad, so she's younger than me, but I'd say a whole lot smarter. She goes to uni, studying a whole lot of intense subjects. Got a good brain, I'd say. How did you get on with her mum?"

"I'm not ready for that yet, son, she's carrying a heap of emotional baggage, and so am I. She had a few tears, I tried to console her, but I don't know what to say. They are both beautiful women, Josh. You can go for it if you want, but I think I'll give them a wide berth for now. I'm not ready!"

Chapter Two 

Darren went out of his way to avoid any more meetings with the new neighbours over the next few days. Saturday was his golf day and he went off to the club early, intending to put in an hour on the putting green before his round. He was on his own in one corner when a cheery female voice cut through his putting concentration.

"Darren, fancy seeing you here, I didn't know you played?"

He looked up to see the younger neighbour, Samantha, the beautiful 20-year-old daughter from next door. She looked sensational, tartan golf skirt and a figure-hugging sweater that brought her good breasts more into focus than he had noticed that first night on the front lawn, plus good legs with short socks.

"Samantha, fancy seeing you here ... are you a member here?"

"Yes I am, have been for ages, came through the junior ranks. How long have you been playing here?"

"Oh, only a few months, I needed some new pastime to distract me through the divorce. I'm still a bit of a hacker, but I enjoy it."

"Listen," said Samantha, "I'm just about to tee off, but we could have a game together some time, wouldn't that be cool?"

"Yes, it would be cool," Darren agreed resignedly, but inside wondering if he might have to change clubs. She seemed nice enough, but he didn't think he was ready for the infectious enthusiasm of this bubbly girl not long out of her teens, nor her emotional mother.

"See ya," she said and turned to walk away. Before resuming his putting practice, Darren stood holding his putter, seeing her go, unavoidably watching the wonderful so feminine sway of her arse as she departed.

'What is wrong with my son?' thought Darren, 'that is some young woman. Josh said she was smart too, what more could he want? There's a worry, if my son isn't turned on by that, then maybe he's gay.'

Darren was in the first of the men's foursomes who hit off right after the ladies groups. It was probably unavoidable that as the holes criss-crossed the course, he would find himself hitting one way while almost alongside him, Samantha was hitting the other way. At one such tee, he stood in awe, admiring her incredibly smooth swing and noted how far out of sight that she hit the ball. Then it was his turn to feel awkward as she turned to watch him and he teed off with his own individual hacker style.

Samantha found him in the bar after he completed his round. "Darren, would you be offended if I offered to give you some lessons?"

Darren did not know what to say, he accepted that he was a very ordinary golfer and he could already see that this young woman had a mile of talent. He really didn't want to encourage either she or her mother into any form of relationship with him, but he was still eager to line young Samantha up with his son, Josh, so Darren agreed.

He finished his drink and Samantha led Darren down to the driving range. She got him to hit a couple of balls so she could study his swing. Then she walked around behind him and moved up real close so that he could feel her knees pushing into the backs of his knees, her tummy pressing firmly against his arse.

Darren felt her hands reach all the way around in front of him and close over the backs of his hands that were holding his driver. She pulled his hands back toward his body to straighten his stance, but they must have come back too far, causing her knuckles to graze against his clothed cock that had sprung up alarmingly to half mast after walking behind her from the clubhouse to the driving range.

"Ooh sorry," she exclaimed, "one of the hazards of trying to teach golf this way."

"No harm for me, I'm okay with it," he reassured her, letting her hands push his hands and golf club out and away from his body after the accidental touch. Then she proceeded to steer him through the swing. All the time, Darren continued to recall having seen the stereotypical scene in movies over the years where a man would teach a woman to play golf this same way, the man pushing his hard-on into the crease of the woman's arse as she tried to perfect her swing.

He was embarrassed for fear that she might think that he initiated her hand rubbing against him. Had he subconsciously caused it, or indeed had she done it on purpose? After all, she did appear to be a very confident, self assured young woman. He was self-conscious too that she got to feel how aroused he was in her presence, 'Damn, the girl is only just older than my daughter.'

The lesson continued without her hand brushing against him again, although she continued to press her tummy tightly up against his arse ... and he tried desperately not to grind back against her. Samantha made Darren promise to let her give him another lesson next week, but while he agreed, at the back of his mind was the consideration of what excuse he might make to avoid meeting up with her again.

Chapter Three 

Darren and Josh had a good father/son talk during the following week. Wise words from Josh persuaded his father to rethink his resistance to having any sort of relationship with the new neighbours. Darren talked too to a couple of his work mates, he even phoned his ageing mother and her advice was the same as the others. They all told him there was no justifiable reason to continue brooding about the ending of his first marriage. 'Get out and mix with other women' was the message.

So when Karen stopped him on his driveway as he arrived home Thursday night and said she wanted to reciprocate for the first night dinner, Darren agreed. She scheduled it for Friday night and Darren and his son arrived around 7pm.


Are You Too Young For Me?



It was a happy convivial night. Their respective age differences saw Darren and Karen pair off conversationally most of the night while Josh and Samantha had a fair bit to chat about too. So it was a surprise around 10, and while Karen was away in the bathroom attending to a call of nature, that Samantha turned away from Josh and said to Darren, "I picked up a brand new golfing DVD today, I thought you might like to watch it."

Darren was taken aback, he and Samantha had said very little to each other all night long, "Err sure, why not?"

"I left it in my room, we can watch it up there ... come on!" she suggested, even holding out her hand to encourage him to follow her.

Darren was so surprised, he had expected that she would put the DVD on in the living room. He turned to look for a reaction from Josh to Sam's invite, concerned that by going upstairs to watch the DVD with her, he would stymie Josh's chances with the young woman. But his son indicated his approval, "Go on dad, away you go, I'll be alright here with Karen, she and I haven't had a chance to say much to each other all night."

Encouraged by his son's words, Darren followed the young 20-year-old from the dining room, puzzled whether he should feel guilty for going to the bedroom of a woman young enough to be his daughter. As they reached the foot of the stairs, Karen was just returning from the bathroom, "Where are you two off to?"

"I'm just gonna show Darren the latest golf DVD I got today," Samantha told her mother.

"Oh okay, no worries, I'll go keep Josh entertained," said the mother.

Darren followed Samantha up the stairs, his eyes level with the prominent shapely cheeks of her arse that moved seductively in the tight slacks that she wore. He unashamedly stared at her arse from this close range but could see no discernible pantie line. Was she not wearing any or did she have on a thong that would be tucked discreetly between the fine cheeks of the arse that his eyes so closely surveyed. Darren could not believe that his thoughts could have become so carnal about this 20-year-old beauty.

Samantha pushed open the door to a room that Darren presumed was her bedroom. She snapped on a light as he followed her in, surveying a room that, to him, looked typical of a young woman just out of her teenage years. There were the pre-requisite fan pics of music stars and movie actors and a small collection of sports trophies from school years.

She scooted ahead of him, picking up items of her clothing and underwear from the floor and the bed. "Oops, so embarrassing, so I'm a typical girl, don't keep my room spotlessly clean." She spun around to face him and Darren stood in the middle of the room, looking closely into the beautiful blue eyes of this young woman who just might have been a cheerleader only recently when at school. There was an intimate moment between them before she broke the spell, "So let me show you this DVD, eh."

"Yeah sure," Darren said awkwardly, looking around for a chair to sit in. The only chair in the room was alongside the TV, from where it would be impossible for anyone to watch the screen.

She saw his discomfort, "Sit on my bed, Darren, there's heaps of room there." Her bed, only about three-quarter size, was pushed against the far wall. He sat down on it and eased his body back so that he could sit upright, his back against the wall, legs stretched out crossways across the bed, his feet dangling over the side.

She took the disc and bent over to slide it into the DVD player. Again, Darren found himself admiring the curve of her arse cheeks in those tight slacks, the way they ridged at the seam cutting straight down between her cheeks, seemingly separating them. He imagined that he could see her tiny anus. 'Oh God, what am I thinking, she's a young girl, half my age ... and I want her to be with my son.'

She rose up, bringing the remote controller with her, stopping to snap the light off on the way, then plonking herself down on the bed alongside him, their bodies close but not quite touching. The room was lit by moonlight through the open window and flickering illumination from the TV screen.

Darren was shocked when he saw from the corner of his eye, her hand going to her waist and she unbuttoned the front of her slacks, letting the zip drop down two inches. "You don't mind do you, Darren? I ate too much of mum's great cooking, I am paying for it now. Just giving myself some breathing space. You won't peep, will you?"

Was this a tease, were the slacks really so tight that she couldn't stand to keep them buttoned up? The golf instruction DVD began to play and Darren tried hard to concentrate on what the disc was showing him. Occasionally, she would interrupt, pausing the picture so she could tell Darren something to add to what he had just seen on the screen. As best he could tell, the instruction she had already given him at the club was more beneficial than what he was seeing here, but he pretended to show interest. But all the time, his head was filled with the perfumed aroma of her, merged with her own unique womanly scents.

She appeared to Darren to genuinely be here for the instructional disc, but when she wanted to emphasise a point on the screen, she would drop her hand on his thigh, midway between his knee and his crotch. Sometimes, she would even rub those fingers an inch or two along his thigh. Her closeness, despite her being clothed, and the light touch of her hand so near to his erecting cock, was driving Darren crazy with arousal in spite of how young she was.

Without thinking of any consequences, he made an impulsive gesture, reaching out the hand that was nearest to her and raising it to her head, tousling her hair affectionately. She turned away from the TV and stared straight into his eyes. For a fearful moment, Darren thought he had overstepped the mark, breached a taboo by touching the head of this woman 22 years younger than him.

It seemed like an age that they sat alongside each other on her bed, silently watching the other at close range while the picture and words on the TV droned on about pitch shots from off the green. Then that hand of his that still rested on her head with the fingers in her hair, slowly pulled her head toward his and he leaned in toward her face and they kissed. Their lips stayed closed for maybe five seconds, then as if on a pre determined cue, each mouth opened almost in unison and their tongues came into play.

The kiss was intense and sensual, her upper body twisted around to fall against his. Neither seemed to know what to do with their hands. Gradually, Darren felt the hand that had rested on his thigh, slide upward. Just two of her fingertips found his now hard erection jammed uncomfortably within his briefs, and traced its length.

Darren sighed out loud and his own hand went into the gap formed by the opening of her slacks at the waist. He was able to push several fingers down over the bare skin of her belly and they reached the top of her g-string before pausing as if waiting for her to signal approval or rejection.

When the two came up for air from the passionate kiss, he asked her urgently, "What if your mother comes up here looking for us?"

"She won't, she never does," Samantha reassured him breathlessly, maintaining her grip, over his clothes, on his rampant cock.

Their bodies had twisted around so much on the bed that they were now almost fully reclined. Darren had halted his fingers' progress ... but when there was no reaction from Samantha, he pushed them over the tiny patch of fabric that attempted to cover her mound and her passion-filled moan confirmed to him that he had just passed over her budding clitoris.

'What am I doing, this is wrong,' thought Darren, 'this is happening with the wrong woman ... society dictates that I should be attempting this with her mother. It's just that it feels so natural with Samantha ... I think she wants it, I know I do.'

The two on the bed were so deeply involved with their mutual passion that neither heard the door open. The first that they knew that her mother was only feet from the edge of the bed was when she spoke, "Oh sorry Sam, I didn't know."

Darren immediately panicked at being discovered, breaking their intense tongue kiss and wrenching away the three fingers of his hand that was stroking the damp camel toe of her pantied mound. "Oh shit!" he muttered.

Samantha's reaction was more of anger ... strongly voicing her annoyance directly to her mother, "Oh no mum, how could you come in without knocking?" The daughter had uttered these few words breathlessly in passion ... so much so that Karen could recognise how deeply aroused her daughter was at this very moment.

Despite Darren's panicked withdrawal of his fingers, Samantha still maintained the stroking of two of her fingers on his clothed shaft, "It's alright, she's gone," she reassured him, appearing as if she wanted to continue as if nothing had happened.

"It's not alright," muttered Darren defiantly, scrambling to get up off her bed, "you told me your mother never comes up here."

"Well, she never has before," defended Samantha, "not that I've ever had a man in my room before."

"Well, that's great, she's gonna be real pissed at me now."

"What's more important to you? The two of us discovering the way we feel about each other or worrying about what my mum thinks of us?"

"Samantha, you are twenty years old ... I am 42! Society is not good with dealing with this sort of thing, let alone mothers who only want what's good for their precious daughters."

Darren was standing now, he had stepped out of the reach of her clutching fingers that had tried to maintain their hold on his covered cock. He gazed down on the sight of this beautiful young woman, a wanton look of despair across her face. Her zipper in front had separated all the way down to the crotch of her slacks from his fingers rummaging at her mound and her gyrations on the bed while kissing him passionately. Darren could see her naked belly and the tiny patch of material at her pubis that was her g-string.

"You are what's good for me, my mother will have to get used to that."

He looked around her room nervously, half expecting the mother to return, "And what about Josh, how will he take this? He probably thought he had a chance with you."

"No he didn't, Darren, he and I had already talked. I told him how he was a real nice guy, but that men of my own age have never appealed to me. He took that well, actually said he sort of understood about an older partner."

"Oh shit, I hope that doesn't mean what I think it does."

She giggled, "Hey, wouldn't that be something, you with me and Josh with my mum. Wow, that's unreal!"

The prospect of that was too much for Darren to handle at this time. His erection had faded shortly after her mother sprung them. He turned and left the bedroom with Samantha scrambling to re-button and zip-up to follow him back downstairs.

Darren went back through the dining room to the living room. Neither Karen nor Josh was anywhere to be found. He wondered if his son had returned home or, worse still, if Josh and Karen had shacked up together. He couldn't bring himself to go look in Karen's room.

Samantha caught up to Darren and he told her goodnight, passing on kissing her for fear he would be tempted back up to her room. He knew that another tongue kiss from her and those fingers rediscovering his cock and he would not resist. He quickly left the neighbours' house and walked next door to his own home.

Josh was not in his room, in fact, not in the house. Darren had to assume that his son was upstairs next door with a woman twenty years older than him, but he tried to convince himself that his boy may have gone out nightclubbing.

Chapter Four 

Karen reeled out of her daughter's bedroom, stunned by what she had just seen. While her adorable 20-year-old daughter and the 40-something man from next door were primarily still clothed, she had seen Samantha fondling the outline of Darren's substantial erection and the neighbour's hand tucked well down inside the open front of her daughter's slacks. It looked to her in that fleeting glance that the man's hand was sufficiently deep within the open slacks to have those probing fingers already in her daughter's cookie jar.

Karen descended the stairs in a daze. Not that she was greatly interested in pursuing Darren herself, she had contemplated that he would be a fun diversion to have around to take her mind off her grief over the loss of her husband. She returned to the dining room and was confronted by young Josh still sitting at the table where all four had enjoyed their dinner earlier tonight.

For a moment, Karen worried whether the revelation of what she had just seen, might be harmful to Josh. After all, he and her daughter were of a similar age and she had expected that the two might make a good match. But she recalled her daughter telling her just a few hours ago, before the two men arrived, that Josh didn't appeal to her all that much. Karen wondered if Samantha had taken the time this evening to convey those feelings to the young man.

Josh's voice jolted Karen back to reality, 11pm in her own dining room, alone with the son of her next door neighbour. "So are they nearly finished watching the golf disc?" he asked.

Karen struggled to find an answer, "Eh ... err, yes ... err, no, I don't think so." She walked across to where the young man sat in one of the dining room chairs. She stepped up really close to Josh, standing between his knees, placing her arms around his back and pulling him toward her. Seated as he was, when she pulled his face to her, it was squashed within the cleavage of her bountiful breasts. Josh was bewildered, but not resistant, as he felt the firm soft mounds against each cheek and his forehead.

Surprised by this sudden gesture of fond affection from Karen, the young man went with it, bringing his hands up to cup her arse cheeks in response to her hugging his face to her breasts. That move of his was a huge relief to the widow, who feared his reaction. "What's happening?" asked Josh, enjoying her closeness, but nonetheless puzzled.

"Josh, can I ask a huge favour of you ... it's a biggie?"

"Sure, give it a try, I'm pretty obliging," his voice somewhat smothered by her twin mounds surrounding his face.

Her hands moved through his hair, hugging his face to her, squashing one of his cheeks and an eye flat against the smooth mound of one of her breasts. "Oh God, I don't know how to say this. Josh ... darling, would you ... err, would you kind of ... consider staying here with me tonight?"

The young man was puzzled and must have looked it as he pulled his head back from the enveloping cushion of her breasts so that he could look up into her eyes, "Stay with you ... why?"

"I don't want to be alone on this night ... not tonight. There are times, Josh -- it's probably hormonal, like part of my cycle -- when I miss my husband so much, I just want to curl up and die. So to avoid feeling that way, I thought that ... err, you know, I thought that you might stay with me ... in my room, with me ... in my bed, alongside me."

She looked down and saw the anxious look on the young man's face, "You don't have to do anything ... no sex ... I mean, err ... not unless you want to. But I just want your company, but in bed ... a warm young male body that I can spoon with. Is that weird, Josh? Do you think I'm crazy? Tell me if you don't want to, I know I'm springing this on you. Oh dear, I'm so nervous."

"What about my dad?"

"What about him, Josh?"

"Why not with him, he's your age and I thought that maybe you liked him."

"I do like him, Josh, but not in that way ... and besides..." Karen paused to contemplate whether she should admit what she had just witnessed upstairs. She took a chance, "I think that he and Sam might be sort of ... how do I put it? Err ... otherwise occupied."

Josh's eyes widened, "Wow, really! The two of them ... together?"

Karen nodded and looked concerned for him, "Does that upset you, did you want Sam yourself?"

"No, we never really hit it off. Don't get me wrong, she's a great girl, but we just didn't click. In fact, I don't click with too many girls. But hey, that's wild for my dad. I mean, I've been concerned for him, how he can't get over my mother leaving. So I'm glad if he's found someone, but your daughter ... that's awesome for him!"

"So Josh, getting back to us ... you know ... will you do it for me? Will you stay in my room with me tonight?" Her words flowed much better this time, her nervousness easing because he had not run screaming from the room at her unexpected invitation.

"Sure, I'll come to bed with you," said Josh so matter-of-factly.

A broad smile lit up her face, "Oh, you've made me such a happy woman. Can we go now ... I mean, we might as well, the other two are busy. Come on, Josh, come with me now."

She let go of his head and held out her hand toward him and he rose to follow her, but immediately she hesitated. "No, wait a moment, maybe I better have a shower before bed. Can you give me some privacy for a few minutes?" She still held onto his hand, "Ten minutes, would you mind, just ten minutes, and then you can come up to my room ... it's at the end of the hallway upstairs."

She let go of his hand and started to leave before turning back to add, "Don't change your mind, will you ... don't leave!"

"No, I'm okay with it, I won't leave."

"Oh, thank you so much, this means a lot to me, I will explain why some day." With that, Karen turned and left the room, heading for the stairs. Josh was left, standing there in the dining room, pondering all that had just transpired. From the moment that Karen had come out with her request, his cock had begun to stiffen in the confines of his underwear. As he now stood here alone, it was still half-hard, probably from the expectation of what awaited him upstairs in less than ten minutes. Even though she had said to him, 'you don't have to do anything ... no sex.'

Josh thought about that, she might be the same age as his father and double his own age, but she was a desirable, beautiful and mature woman and he figured that being up against her warm body all night would be too much temptation for either of them to avoid.

But with anticipation for Josh came apprehension. At what stage should he reveal to Karen that he had only had sex once before with a woman, and it was a disaster. It was not that he wasn't ready for it ... it wasn't that he was gay ... it's just that the girls of his own age that he had dated didn't appeal to him. The irony of her asking him to sleep with her in her bed tonight was that he had found older women more desirable since his school days when he lusted after several female teachers. It was just that he had never considered a woman as much as 20+ years older.

Josh walked from the dining room into the living room. He had been constantly checking his watch, counting down the ten minutes until he would be welcome upstairs in Karen's bedroom. Samantha was in the living room watching TV. "Oh," said Josh with surprise, "I didn't expect to see you here. I thought you were with my dad."

"No, he ... err, he decided to leave. What happened to my mum?"

"Oh, err ... she's ... err, she's gone upstairs..."

"And she left you on your own, that's so unlike her, I am sorry she was so rude."

"No, no! She wasn't rude at all. Actually, she ... err, she..." Josh debated whether he should tell Karen's daughter of the invitation.

"Yes, what is it? She what?"

"Your mum has invited me to stay with her tonight, in her ... err, in her bed."

Samantha's eyes widened in surprise, "So what did you say?"

"I told her I would ... I would like that very much."




Are You Too Young For Me?



Josh waited for her to admonish him, but to his surprise, Samantha's face broke into a warm smile. "That's good, you did the right thing ... but Josh, what are you doing down here? Her bedroom is upstairs."

"She asked me to wait down here for ten minutes while she had a shower, then I can go up."

"Did she tell you why she wanted you to sleep with her tonight?"

"No, not at all ... do you know why?"

"I think I do. You will be doing a nice thing for her. You see, today was her wedding anniversary, the first one since my dad died. It's the first anniversary that she's been alone. But that's not all, she pointed out to me last week how much you look like my dad did when he was your age, the age when he married my mum. We checked it out in old photos, she's right, it's really uncanny how much you look like he did then."

"This is sounding weird, I'm not sure if I should go up there."

"Yes, yes ... you should, please Josh. She really does need this tonight. Go on, go up there now."

Josh checked his watch again, "Not quite ten minutes yet."

"Oh damn, forget that, go now."

She virtually pushed Josh out into the hallway and he headed for the stairs,

climbing them, then moving silently along the upstairs hall to the open door of Karen's bedroom. He entered and looked around him, the huge double bed was empty, but inviting with the top sheet turned back on one side. He heard a sound from the adjacent bathroom and realised that Karen must be still drying her body after showering.

For a long moment, he stood there in the middle of the room, wondering what he should do ... wait where he stood for Karen to come out of the bathroom or get into bed now to wait for her there? He chose the latter and quickly began shedding his clothes. He stripped down to only his briefs and spotted himself in the mirror. Josh reached down and adjusted the position of his cock.

Despite it not having had much use, other than peeing from, in all his 21 years, he believed that he was quite well endowed. He was basing it on comparing himself with other guys in the shower rooms at school after sport and gym, and the comments from others suggesting that they wished they had his equipment. He pulled away the elastic waist of his briefs and cast an eye down over its degree of arousal. He was still only half-hard.

Josh heard the bathroom door handle and dispensed immediately with his self-appraisal, jumping into the bed and bringing the top sheet up to his chest modestly. The bathroom door opened and he saw a wondrous sight, the mature Karen, silhouetted in the doorway, back-lit by the bathroom light. The glow from the bedside lamps lit her from in front too. "Oh, you beat me in here," she said in surprise. She was wearing a pastel blue short diaphanous nightie, cut low in front and that barely covered her crotch. Her breasts stood up proudly with very little sag for her age. Her legs were well shaped, her thighs firm with not much cellulite, at least not that he could see.

"Can you get the light please Josh, a woman my age doesn't need so much brightness."

He raised up and stretched out a hand to get the switch beside the bed. The move twisted his body and his semi-erection tented the sheet upward. It didn't go unnoticed by Karen. She smiled her approval and was still smiling when Josh settled back onto the bed.

"Now Josh," Karen said as she flicked off the bathroom light and began to tiptoe across the room, "as I told you downstairs, I am not expecting anything from you. I only invited you up here to sleep with me, okay?"

Now he was somewhat confused. All the signals said that sex was imminent, so what was he to do now? Was Karen only saying no sex to make it look like she was not the instigator of whatever may happen. Then again, thought Josh, 'If I don't do it, will that piss her off even more? I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't.'

Karen reached the side of the bed and stood looking down on Josh, her eyes scanning down to his chest and then over the sheet that covered the rest of him, "You're on my side, do you mind moving over?"

"Oh sorry, no that's fine," he said and Josh shuffled his body across to the other side. She pulled the sheet back enough for her to slide into bed. Her legs parted briefly as one knee knelt on the bed ahead of the other. There was enough moonlight coming through the window for him to see that she was wearing matching pastel blue panties with her short nightie. Karen settled into bed on her side and lay facing up, looking at the ceiling. Josh was nearly two feet away in the large bed, also looking up.

"Are you nervous, Josh?" she asked, her own voice trembling a little.

"Yes, a bit," he admitted.

"I am too," she confessed, "do you want to come just a bit closer, I won't bite ... yet," and she giggled. "Then roll away so your back is to me."

He did as she asked, sliding a bit closer to the centre of the bed and turning to his right so he presented his back to Karen. Josh felt the bed move and then her warm body fitting itself up against his back and the backs of his legs, the perfect spoon. He felt the soft satiny material of her nightie touching him from his shoulder blades down to his arse. From there, the warmth of the bare skin of her thighs were against the backs of his, her knees against the backs of his and her shins against the backs of his calves. He could feel the prominent shape of her twin mounds pressing into his back, but through the material of her nightie.

Josh heard her emit a contented sigh. 'This is going well,' he thought, although his cock was now stiff as a board, merely from the warm touch of her body against his. He felt one of her hands touch his thigh, on the side, 'Oh oh, what's this, am I ready for this?' His rampant cock told him he was. Her hand somehow slid over the side of his briefs without coming into carnal contact. Her hand then placed flatly against his belly, below his navel.

With his briefs on, the position of her hand would normally be only millimetres from his cock tip, but his hard-on was so solid that it was pushing out his briefs to be vertical from his body. He lay there, waiting, hoping that she might touch his cock, but she didn't even try. He wondered if she somehow knew the exact angle of his cock so that her hand didn't touch it. She didn't even brush by it.

She spoke softly, "Will you be able to sleep, Josh?"

"Err, I don't know, maybe."

"I don't know if I can, but let's try, okay Josh?"

"Yeah," he said not very convincingly and in a trembling voice. He couldn't believe that this mature woman's sexual mound was pressed tightly against his arse, admittedly with some sexy night attire between them.

Josh couldn't sleep, he was so turned on by being so close to this sexy beautiful mature woman that he lay there, facing away from her, staring at the open window beyond. Her steady breathing soon told him that she had actually drifted off to sleep. 'She can't want it like I do,' Josh thought, 'or she wouldn't be able to sleep like that.'

There was a bedside clock within his sight, he looked at it constantly, noting an hour passing by. His solid erection showed no sign of wilting. Suddenly, he felt Karen stirring from her sleep, her hand withdrew from his belly, again without contacting his hard cock. He felt her rolling away, turning over so that her back was to him. He wondered what he should do, she seemed to like spooning with him. He made a decision to continue the spoon in the opposite direction.

He too rolled over, but his cock was cramped within his briefs, so he eased them down off the hard tip, freeing him up, feeling much more comfortable now that he was naked. He thought that discomfort might have stopped him from sleeping. He pushed his briefs further down his legs and gently eased the front of his body forward to fold around her back and legs. His large erected cock was going to be the difficult part in making himself fit as compactly to her as she had done to him.

Josh held his erection and eased it into the groove of her arse. Her panties were a full fit, not a thong and covered both cheeks. Nevertheless, the satiny material felt good against the underside of his cock as he fitted it neatly into the groove between her cheeks. He heard her utter a long sigh of contentment and she wriggled her arse as if trying to hug his cock tighter into the cleavage there.

His bare chest hugged her back, she was still wearing the pastel blue nightie, but both sets of legs were bare in warm contact. She was now awake, "My God, is that all you?" she asked, her head turning so that she could look back at him for his response.

He lifted his face off the pillow to make eye contact with her, "Yes Karen, that's all me," he told her, his confidence rising with the eager impressed look that she gave him.

"God, it feels so much bigger than he ... I mean ... I'm not used to one like this ... oh dear." She pulled her body clear of his and rolled over onto her back. "Can I see it?" She was already throwing the top sheet off of them both and she gently pushed him onto his back. His hard-on stood up proudly. "Oh shit, look at that, can I touch it?"

Sleep was now out of the question, Josh could see where this was leading. He felt her soft warm hand touch his firm cock and she gently stroked her hand along it. "Ummm!" he mumbled in appreciation of how good it felt to have her at last touching him.

"How big is it?" she asked with curiosity.

"I think it's about seven and a half," he told her proudly.

"Oh my God, John was only six ... oh, I mustn't do that ... it's not right to compare. But my God, I can't help it. How many women have you had, Josh?"

He was embarrassed, 'Would it change things when he told her, would she prefer to have someone with more experience?' He cleared his throat so his voice didn't tremble with nerves. "Only one," he told her.

"Oh that's so nice, Josh, just a one woman man, she must have been very happy to have this ... err, you ... to make love to her."

Josh looked across at her awkwardly. She had rolled on her side to face him as he lay on his back. Her hand still fondled his cock. "We only did it once, it was a disaster," he admitted.

"Once," she said, her voice raising in stunned wonder, "you only did it once with her ... and there's been nobody else."

"No, only that one time."

Her hand closed firmly around it, "This magnificent thing has been wasted. Do you not want to? You're not gay, are you?"

"Hell no, surely you can see from how hard it is that I want to. I've just never gone for girls my own age, I've always desired women a few years older, but then how does a shy 21-year-old chat older women up."

"How old do you desire, Josh? You're sounding like my perfect young man."

He didn't want to tell her that mid to late twenties was his preference. "Oh, I don't know, someone with experience and not all stupid and giggly," he elected to say to save embarrassment.

"Josh, I did tell you I didn't expect anything from you, and I did say no sex..."

"Yes you did."

"Did that upset you, were you disappointed when I said that?"

"Yeah, a bit, I wasn't sure if you meant it or not."

"Well, whether I did or not doesn't matter now. We are both here in my bed and I am holding your magnificent hard cock and I want to retract what I said downstairs.'

He smiled at her, "That's good."

"So you do want me, Josh?"

"Yes I do," he declared.

"That's good, because that's what I want. I want to make love to you, with you, whatever. Tell me, you said your one time was a disaster, do you want to tell me about it?"

"She was 27, hot as ... it was about two years ago, so I was only 19. She was really hot for it and so was I. Couldn't believe my luck that I had linked up with a woman in my target age group. We got to bed and I was busting to get into her. She was touching me, pulling on me, stroking it. God, it felt great, but I was barely inside and I came. Well, that didn't go down well, the woman was on heat. She called me all sorts of names, but twenty minutes later, between the two of us, we managed to get it up again, but with much the same result. I lasted a minute longer this time, but I was gone before she could get into the action. Man, she was so pissed at me, threw me out of her house."

"She should have been more considerate of a young man's first time, did she know it was your first?"

"Yeah, I told her after I came the first time."

"But that didn't make her more understanding?"

"No, it actually seemed to piss her off. She said she'd have gone to church to meet someone if she'd wanted a virgin."

"And you haven't tried again since?"

"I've wanted to, but I balk every time I recall that night."

"Well Josh, don't you worry about that. Look, given what you have told me and considering your size, we might do this with me on top, is that alright with you?"

At this moment, anything would be okay with Josh, he was about to get laid, and this time he seemed to have a caring partner. "Yeah, I'm fine with that, what do you want me to do?"

"You've probably never had your mouth on a woman down there, have you?"

"No," he said tentatively.

"Would you like to try it? I mean, I think I'm ready for you, but you are quite big, so could you lick me just to make sure I'm really wet? Do you have a problem with doing that? I am very clean, I had a shower just in case."

Josh had no problem with that, "Bring it on," he told her, half turning toward her. She smiled warmly at him. He watched as she lifted her arse and shimmied her panties down off her body. Josh liked what he saw of her now exposed pubic mound. Then she sat up in bed and lifted her nightie up over her head. At last he could see her totally nude. He admired her breasts as they tightened when her arms raised to lift the garment up over her head. Then she threw one leg over his body and straddled him, sitting her bare mound down on his chest, her knees either side of his head.

Smiling down at him from above, she lifted his hands and placed them on her breasts. He figured that he knew what to do now, his hands began massaging them. He watched her face indicate how much she liked what he was doing. She ground her pubic mound around on his chest, leaving a moist trail on his body.

While Josh kept his hands busy on her breasts, Karen dropped a hand down to run the fingers across his chin, testing to see if he had any stubble that might irritate her sensitive folds around the pubis. Satisfied that his chin was well shaved, she lifted her body and eased her mound closer and closer to Josh's eager and waiting mouth, shuffling forward on her knees.

When her pussy was only an inch or two away from his mouth, Josh could detect the unique scent of a woman's sexual organs and juices. He opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue out too soon, failing to reach his target.

"Be patient, Josh, good things come to those who wait. Let me move forward just one more inch and you'll be able to put that tongue to much better use."

She shuffled forward one more time and now her outer labia lips were pressed against Josh's facial lips. He opened his mouth and licked up along her wet slit and she sighed quite loud. "Oh yesss! Just a minute, let me help."

The fingers of both her hands reached down and peeled back her outer lips, exposing the inner lips of her labia and the pink inner linings of that most intimate of places. He licked again and she was vocal once more, "Yes, oh yesss!"

One of her fingers tucked up under the highest fold of skin in that area and began to circle her secreted little bud. Gradually it responded, moistening and growing to protrude from its protective flap of overlapping skin.

"Josh honey, now pay attention, watch this. See what I'm playing with, that's what you're looking for. This is my little clitoris that will coax the greatest pleasure out of me." She was forced to pause as he tested it out, swiping it with his tongue, pushing her fingertip to one side. "Oh yesss, that's it, that's the spot. I need you to lick it like that ... and you can suck on it too. Capture it between your lips and suck while using the tip of your tongue to stroke it."

Josh did exactly as she instructed, following her every command to the letter and soon he had her in a frantic state of arousal, her heavy breathing betraying her. She was pressing her mound down onto his face, trying to have him devour still more of her clitoral bud as he perfected his tongue strokes and brought her to a shuddering climax. She had to extend her arms out in front of her to brace her upper body against the wall at the head of the bed.

Her trembling inner thighs gripped the sides of his head, clamping his ears, as she squeezed them in response to the powerful orgasm that surged through her lower body.

"Oh my God, that was brilliant," she was looking down into his eyes from directly above his face. The sensual taste of her scented sexual juices were on his lips, his tongue, even trickling down his throat. "God, I needed that so badly. I haven't cum since before John died ... and that's been six months now. I have tried with my own fingers and with a vibrator, but nothing beats the tongue of a handsome man. Thank you Josh, thank you so much."

She began to lift up off his face, but he moved his hands quickly from her breasts to wrap them around her arse, holding her firmly to him. Karen felt his tongue working on her again, "Oh no Josh, no more ... please. It's wonderful until I cum, then sometimes it can irritate if a man keeps doing it beyond the orgasm. Josh, I am floating right now, that's a good thing ... leave me with that. I'm going to move now, I'm going down to work on that erection of yours ... if that's alright with you."

"Umm yes," he couldn't get his response out quickly enough.

She went ahead and lifted up ... and this time he let her, releasing his grip on her arse. Karen eased her naked body backwards, shuffling on her knees as she repositioned herself. She almost impaled her tight arse on his large erection as she backed up and his tip caught in the crack of her arse. She laughed, "Ooh, I better be careful it doesn't get into the wrong place."

Josh contemplated her words, he had read and heard a lot about anal sex, just as he had read and heard a lot about regular sex, such was his hope that one day he would get to try it again, this time with the right woman. He thought that Karen was certainly the right woman, she seemed to have the correct attitude for dealing with a young man who had waited longer than most to discover the delights of sex.

She had to lift her body up much higher to clear the height of his erection and she looked back down her body between her thighs while her hand took hold of his hard-on and manipulated it so that the tip fitted into the groove of her parted labia. A combination of her sexual juices and his saliva had made her extremely wet down there and she delighted them both as she pushed his cock-head first one way and then the other, sliding it up and down her wet channel. At the top, it would brush her clitoris and her whole body would shudder above him. At the bottom of her slit, Josh would feel it test the opening to her vagina and he would feel his cock almost sucked inside her.

Josh was already battling with the sensations of how good it felt, but paramount in his mind was the recollection of how disastrous that first time had been when he had no control and he just succumbed to the pleasure. He determined not to let that happen again.

"Oh Josh, I can't believe how good I feel," she whispered to him from above, "you made me cum so beautifully, and now, the feel of this wonderful cock of yours has me hot again. How do you feel, is this good for you?"




Are You Too Young For Me?



"Oh shit, it's more than good, I can't find a word good enough to describe it."

"Do you want to cum quickly, Josh?"

"No, no I don't, I want it to last this time."

"It is okay with me, Josh, I don't mind, really I don't. I've cum already, I'm feeling wonderful, so this one's for you."

"Thank you, but I'd still like it to last."

This time on the down-stroke, he felt her hand pushing his cock-head through her opening and he was sucked into her tight passage. Karen pushed down with her body and her vagina swallowed up the head of his cock and about an inch of his shaft before she paused to adjust the angle of entry. Then she pushed her whole body down again and two more inches were sucked inside the slippery tight lining of her passage.

Josh felt the heat surrounding his cock and he swallowed hard, gulping in air, his mind whirling with the sensations emanating from his cock and running through his whole body. "Feeling good!" he almost shouted the words up at his sexual trainer.   

She watched his facial expressions throughout, trying to gauge how close he was. She did not have a lot of experience with males other than her husband, but they had enjoyed sex so much over the many years that they were married that she considered she knew enough to help this young man.

Karen had held herself steady part way down his shaft, watching his face until she felt that he was sufficiently back in control of his arousal to cope with more. She let her body suck up two more inches and once more his face told her what those two extra inches did for Josh's libido. She peeped down between her spread thighs, there was still a bit more than two inches to go. While she waited for his body to deal with the latest two, she allowed her own fingers to creep up and play with her hard little clitoral button. 'Just maybe,' she thought, 'I can get myself close enough to share in his release.'

Karen felt her own arousal building nicely, she looked down into Josh's eyes, he was watching what she was doing. "Sorry Josh," she told him breathlessly "I was just trying to catch up with you. I know you're close already. Just believe me when I tell you I won't be upset if you cum. Let it go inside me whenever you feel like it. This is for you."

She felt him pushing up at her now, he was gaining the confidence to take control. She delighted in the size of his cock. It might only be an inch or so longer than her husband was, but she could feel the effect of that when she pushed down to swallow up the entire length of the young man's shaft. It now totally filled her, it's tip brushing her cervix.

As his cock was fully seated within her body, they both let out an "Aaahhh" in unison. They laughed together at their combined mutual reactions. Then she checked with him again, "How does it feel to be inside me?" loving the trainer role that she had taken on with this young man.

"Unbelievable, I can't describe it, it's so tight in there, and so wet. I can feel you gripping me."

"Are you surprised that I am so tight after all these years of sex and having had a baby?"

"Yes, I guess so."

"Part of that is because of you, Josh. You're a bit bigger than my John was, you've extended me to your size. Does that make you feel good?"

"Yes!" he answered huskily, soaking up the pleasure driven by where his cock was seated.

"How about this then?" she asked, raising her body up to let his cock slip from the tight confines of her vagina. "How does this part feel?"

"Oh, don't take it away," he pleaded, almost moaning.

She pulled all the way up and held herself there momentarily, "Don't worry Josh, I won't." Then she plunged her body back down over his shaft.

"Oh yesss!" he shouted back at her as he felt her liquid passage enveloping him once more.

Even she closed her eyes to soak up the incredible pleasure as that long hard shaft filled her tightly again. She continued to draw her body up, only to maintain a tenuous grip on his cock-head, then force her body back over it until the young man's erection was once more encased in her velvet sheath.

All the while, Karen watched his eyes, listened for his breathing, felt the proportion and condition of the muscle of meat that drove up into her body. She was happy -- for him -- that he appeared to be hanging on much longer than that unfortunate experience he had previously had.

Four deep strokes ... five ... six. Karen heard his breathing become ragged, she could see in his face that he was struggling to control his release ... then the final give-away, she felt his cock balloon in size within her. "Let it cum, Josh, give it all to me ... this is what I want from you."

He thrust upward with his hard cock one last time and then she felt the warmth of his cum splashing inside her tight passage, his jerky spasms consigning his life-giving fluids deep within her body.

Karen watched the look on his face. She read it as mostly pleasure, but she had seen it change from eager anticipation when he knew that he could not stop it now, to a look of ultimate delight as he felt his cum pass quickly from his balls and out of his tip into her uterus. She held her body steady, relishing his spurting thrusts up within her until she could milk no more from his reservoir.

"Was that good?" she asked, her face still hovering above his.

His eyes flickered open, "Amazing, that's what it was, truly amazing!"

"Was that longer than your only other time?" she had almost been too scared to ask for fear of bringing up past hurt.

"Yeah, I think so ... I'm pretty sure it was. Oh Karen, you were great, so different to that other woman. You were so caring, so conscious of what I was going through. Thank you ... do you want to go to sleep now?"

"I don't think so, Josh, I'm too excited to sleep. You might think you're the one getting so much out of this night, but you wouldn't realise how much this has done for me too, and for my loneliness."

She lowered her upper body so that her chest pressed down flat on his, her head alongside his, her lips on his neck, kissing and sucking. "Why don't you want to sleep?" he asked her, his hands dropping to her back to gently stroke and tease her soft skin.

"I might miss something, an opportunity. I want to be awake and ready when your erection grows again."

"Do you think it will any time soon?"

"That's the reason why I've kept you inside me. I don't want to let you out because I'm hoping the wet and the warmth of me will bring you back on hard."

His fingers roamed off on an exploration of her back as she lay stretched atop his body, their sexual organs still joined. His fingers fluttered lower down her back, into the dip before her arse started to rise up proudly in the shape of twin peaks.

She moaned at his feather-like touch, "Ummm! Do you know what that finger does to me back there?"

"Not really," he confessed. His fingers were softly tracing an intimate line from top to bottom delineating the inner curve of her arse cheeks.

"I didn't think so. Well, my bottom is very sensitive, there are a lot of nerve endings there ... I love being touched there, just exactly like you're doing now, only more."

"How much more?" he asked curiously.

She didn't answer immediately, just spread her legs and brought them up alongside his hips, causing her arse cheeks to stretch apart lewdly. His finger that had until now been tracing along her tightly clenched inner curve, fell into the now separated crevice and his fingertip actually touched her tiny puckered anus.

"Oh God yes," she muttered breathlessly, "Now you're there."

"Really, is this good? What do you want me to do there?" Josh asked, revealing his ignorance of the refinements of this darker side of sexual activity.

"I was going to save this for your second lesson next time, but since you've jumped down there already, give me your finger."

"Which one?"

"I want the one that touched my anus."

Josh withdrew his finger from between her arse cheeks and brought it up and around so that she could see it. Karen examined it for just a moment, then she took hold of that one finger and stuck it in her mouth. He watched as she sucked on it long and hard, swirling her tongue around, wetting it thoroughly with her saliva.

Her eyes looked at Josh so seductively while she sucked on his finger, then she handed it back to him telling him, "Put it back in my anus now."

Josh's eyes probed hers, "Did you say in or on?"

"Put it in please, I'd like you to do that very much."

"That could be a bit dirty, couldn't it?"

"Only if your mind says it is, Josh. Now, do you want to do it to me?"

"Yes!" he answered huskily.

"Then do it quickly before it dries and I have to wet it all over again."

He moved his hand back to the curve of her arse and placed his moistened finger between her spread cheeks, once more finding her tiny puckered opening and pressing his finger against it.

"Don't stop, keep pushing."

He tried, but the sphincter acted to resist his digit, "It's too tight."

"Feel around, make sure you've got the opening, it's tiny ... then push really hard," she advised him.

He knew he had her anal opening, he could feel where his finger should enter if his finger wasn't so damn thick. He pressed inward once more, the sphincter gave way and his finger pushed in to the first knuckle. She moaned in delight.

"How deep should I go?" he asked.

"A lot further than that," she told him and he immediately responded by pressing his finger in deeper, all the way to the second knuckle. "Ummm, that's better, now I can feel it. Wiggle it around a bit."

He did and she pressed her lower body down on him, trying to get both his cock and his finger deeper inside her twin passages. His cock surged to renewed stiffness within the confines of her vagina, aroused again by the excitement of inserting his finger into her arse. She couldn't miss the feeling, "Ummm, feels like you're enjoying it too."

"I like anything that arouses you," he told her, "I can see how much you are enjoying it and that reacts on my body."

"You're learning fast, Josh. Now that your cock is regaining its strength, what do you want to do with it next?"

"Tell me what my options are," he responded cheekily.

"Well, if you want to jump ahead in the lessons, you can put your cock where your finger is right now."

"Really!" Josh sounded surprised, and he was. "So you're into anal sex and you would let me do that."

She lifted her head up so she could look closely into his eyes. She placed one of her fingers on the tip of his nose, "Yes ... and yes! John and I used to do it for a bit of variety. But I think that it might be better if we stay with lesson one tonight. Do you want to be on top this time?"

"Yes!" he told her quite emphatically. Reluctantly, he slid his finger out of the tightness that was her anus and rolled her over onto her back, his cock still wedged inside her, tighter now that he had erected fully again.

"Ooh, you're learning fast," she complimented him, lifting her legs upright, bending the knees and folding her calves over his arse, her heels digging into the backs of his upper thighs, like she was going to ride him from beneath. "I like it that you've got your erection back ... the next few minutes could be interesting."

"Depends how long I last," he said with a doubt still hanging over his ability to restrain himself from coming too quickly. He began to slide his cock out of her vagina.

"Easy does it, don't think too much about how good it feels, and don't worry yourself about pleasing me. You just set yourself a steady driving rhythm, not too quick too soon ... and I'll join in somewhere along the way."

"No Karen, I want to do it for you this time," he protested.

"Very admirable intentions, but I would much rather that you concentrate on developing your own style first. Come on Josh, just find your rhythm."

The young man gave in protesting and set about doing what she had instructed. He started slowly with long, steady movements into and out of her tight passage. Karen liked what she was feeling and, to raise his confidence, she let him know, "Ummm! I like the way you do it, Josh. Keep that up..." then having to warn him when he got carried away with her words and tried to speed up, "Slow and steady wins the race, Josh."

"Sorry," he mumbled as he went back to the long, steady slow thrusts.

Karen was almost disappointed that she had restrained him. She figured that she might have come if she had let him maintain that faster pace. But there would hopefully be time enough for that as this quality fuck continued. She looked up at his face hovering above hers, watching for signs that he might be losing it. 'So far so good,' she thought, noting how controlled he appeared to be, like he had shut out just how good the slick, moist velvet lining of her passage must feel against his super sensitive hard cock.

"Okay Josh, you must be feeling good, because damn you, I sure am. You can move a bit quicker now."

He responded immediately, like he couldn't wait to be told and the slightly faster pace suited Karen's internal workings wonderfully. Her breathing became more laboured and she felt a tingling somewhere behind her mons. Again, she searched his face for a sign. She saw him wince as if he was in pain and then a blink, and another blink, and she figured he was fighting to hold back coming. She slipped her hand down between their bodies and used three of her fingers to push against her pubic bone while the young man's hard driving thrusts passed by millimetres above.

Josh battled to keep his sperm in check, his mind trying to focus on a ball game, but the only ball game happening was in his own as they prepared to launch his cum. It wasn't just the incredible sensations that her inner lining did to the sensitive skin of his cock, but it was the distraction of her loud panting gasps that Josh hoped indicated that she was close too.

Just when the young man thought that all was lost, that his cum would boil over and out on the next thrusting stroke, or at least the one after, he heard Karen emit a series of short sharp gasps, "Uhh ... uhh ... uhh ... uhh ... oh no ... you did it!"

Josh opened his eyes that had been shut in an earnest attempt to hold his release back. He delighted in the sight of this mature woman in obvious delirious pleasure, her contorted face showing the range of emotions that raged through her body, coming on the crest of her orgasm.

Then his concentration was totally lost as he felt his hard cock spasming within her tight passage, blasting his cum directly at her uterus. His hot sweaty body collapsed on Karen as his erection continued to thrust out more cum for the willing recipient beneath him.

It took quite a while for their combined breathing and intermittent residual gasps of pleasure to subside. Only when they were both totally silent did Karen speak, "How do you feel now, mister? To go together is blessed, but to come together is divine. You just mastered the most difficult task of all ... joint orgasms. Well done, Josh."

He lifted his head to gaze down on her appreciative face, "It was great ... you are a good teacher." Then his head flopped back down alongside hers and she rolled him over on his side, her body rolling with his so that his deflating cock could remain embedded for as long as possible.

Sleep claimed the mature woman and her young protégé. They would sleep happily entwined together until the sun had well and truly risen.

Chapter Five 

While it had been a totally satisfying and relaxing sleep for Karen and Josh, the boy's dad tossed and turned fitfully all night. He could not shake from his mind the last image of Karen's beautiful daughter, as he had gazed down at her lying on her bed after they had been caught together by the mother. Her slacks were opened in front, revealing a tiny g-string barely covering her mound ... and he had formed an image too of her breasts, although he had not yet laid eyes on them nude.

Somewhere around 3am, he had even tried beating off. He came, but Darren didn't find the experience all that satisfying, not when he could have had the real thing. He recalled how Samantha wanted to go on with it even after her mother had left the room. He started mentally beating himself up for being so stupid as to leave the house. Samantha seemed so willing and his body certainly did too.

By 8am, Darren had given up any expectation of sleeping. It was Saturday morning and he was booked in for a round of golf at 10.30. Could he conjure up the enthusiasm? He decided a dip in the pool might help. He put on a pair of Speedo's and dived in, attempting to swim a few laps to burn off his frustration.

As he turned to begin the fifth lap of the 30-foot pool, he thought he saw movement of someone approaching from beyond the end that he was heading toward. He stroked on and touched at the eastern end, then looked up to see that there was indeed a person in the privacy of his back yard.

Darren saw the very beautiful Samantha, daughter of Karen, standing about 6 feet away from the pool end that he still hung on to. With the sun rising behind her, the light cotton summery dress that she wore was completely see-through. He could make out the well-shaped legs ... he could see how the tops of her inner thighs almost touched and then the light shone through in that tiny gap below her pubic mound.

He could even see the outline of her panties through the dress ... he could see the silhouette of her trim waist and he could make out the shape and style of the bra that she wore. "Hi Darren," she called and he nodded in acknowledgement of her greeting, "are you finished splashing?"

"I call it swimming, but yes, I'm finished," he responded, he smiled to her, but he was embarrassed to see her in his yard, wondering how she would be after he fled the scene of seduction last night. She stepped forward to the pool edge and dropped to her haunches directly in front of him, her arse resting on her heels. Her knees were bent and slightly parted, level with his eyes as he clung to the end of the pool. He could see clearly up between her thighs and he unashamedly looked there and saw the vee of her white panties that concealed the intimate treasures that he almost explored last night.

His confused and overtired mind registered that he could have been there last night, at that mound hidden behind her panties ... but for his timidity. He raised his eyes up the rest of her body and came into contact with hers. She had been watching him looking there, he wondered what she was thinking. Why would she crouch so low and provocatively in front of him like that, if she didn't want him to look.

"How did you sleep?" she asked, ignoring that his eyes once more dropped to look up between her legs that were parted so teasingly at his eye level.

"Not well," he told her.

"Me neither, I wish you'd stayed."

"I was worried about what I might do if left alone with you in your bed," he offered as a lame excuse.

"I thought you would have seen by that stage that I wasn't worried about what you might do," she replied, "Don't you know I wanted you."

Darren gulped, this 20-year-old beauty was telling him how she wanted him. He felt awkward, unsure of what his next move should be. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted her too ... but there were so many complications. She was less than half his age, he was still legally married ... and what would her mother say?

To avoid committing an answer, Darren kicked off the wall, floating out to the centre of the pool on his back, just a gentle kicking action to propel himself away from the immediate temptation of Samantha. He needed time to reflect on what his next move should be. He continued to look back at her as he propelled further away from the pool edge. He watched as she stood up again, the sunlight once more silhouetting her wondrous shape. She dropped her hands and took hold of the summery cotton dress, lifting it up her body and over her head, revealing a pair of white boy-leg panties. Then as the dress enveloped her head, he could see her sheer nylon bra just holding her breasts contained, her nipples like headlamps through the material.




Are You Too Young For Me?



She discarded the dress at the pool edge and stepped forward. Without a pause, she dived perfectly like an Olympic swimmer, her hands cutting the water first, followed by her sleek scantily-clad body that fully submerged before her face appeared beside him. She shook her head, her hair flying, spraying him with water. She raised her hands, placed them on top of his head and dunked him beneath the surface.

Darren came up spluttering and she laughed cheekily and swam away to the far end of the pool. 'Does she want me to chase her?' he pondered, unsure of how to play the singles game with a very sexy 20-year-old. He swam to the end where she was treading water, watching him. Just as he arrived, she pushed off, stroking powerfully to the far end of the pool, then back again, then another lap up and back.

He watched her swimming strong powerful strokes over several laps, her body slicing through the otherwise still morning pool water. Eventually, she touched the wall alongside him and turned to face him very closely, "Wow, that was invigorating, what a great way to start the day."

"Well, the pool's here and ready every day, I don't get to use it that much. You're welcome to come in and swim anytime."

"You should use it more. I would love to come in for a morning dip to start the day. But it would be nicer if you swam with me." She was coming onto him again, Darren's warning antennae switched on.

She broke through his invisible barrier and planted a wet kiss on his cheek, "I'm getting out now, you coming." The seductive come-to-me look on her face made him wish he really was coming ... inside her.

She stroked the short distance to the side of the pool and Darren followed anxiously behind her. This was the deep end and there was a ladder. She placed her two hands on the sides of the ladder and hauled her body up, placing a foot on each step, slowly rising. He was right behind her, so that when her scantily clad arse lifted clear of the water, drops fell from her body onto his face. His eyes were only inches beneath the sopping wet panties that barely covered her arse. Sure, it was a material covering, but the water had made them transparent and they visually covered nothing. He could watch her cheeks undulating as she slowly and deliberately lifted one foot after the other on the steps. The wet nylon of her panties clung to her like a second skin, creasing inside the cheeks of her arse. Darren loved this magnificent view of her.

When she reached the top of the ladder and placed her feet back on the pool surrounds, she turned around to see Darren following her up the ladder. His eyes came in contact with the front of her now. Her wet panties clung just as beautifully to her pubic mound as they had in back. He could see that she was almost hairless down there, just a neat shaved piece above the long slit that mostly obscured all her intimate parts. The nylon of her wet panties clung just the same way in front, caught within the slightly parted outer labia lips, creating a sensual camel toe that Darren so wanted to lick.

She stood so close to the pool edge that when Darren negotiated the ladder, he was almost compelled to move into a body hug with her. "Have you any towels out here," she asked as he wrapped his arms around her shapely body.

He hugged her to him and she eagerly folded her arms around his. "Only mine, I wasn't expecting company. You take that one, and I'll go get another."

"I don't know if I need one now. The air is cool, but your body is warming me up."

Darren felt awkward, "Listen Samantha, about last night ... I, err, I think I owe you an apology for racing away as I did. I want you to know that it certainly wasn't for lack of interest in you. I was just being cautious because of your age, and after being burned by my marriage."

He felt her pull him closer to her, their bodies fitting tightly together. He felt his cock starting to grow hard now that he was out of the cool water that had discouraged an erection in him earlier. He knew that she would be feeling his urgency now.

"Do you want us to try again?" she asked, her head against his shoulder, not looking up at him.

"That would be nice," he said.

"Is now a good time for you?" His cock surged a bit harder at her suggestion and she didn't wait for his answer "I guess that would be a yes."

She pulled her head back and looked up into his eyes, "How about we go inside now and have a shower, get the chlorine off us and see what happens from there."

He was nervous, again it was all moving a bit quickly for him, but he managed to say, "Yes, that sounds good."

Samantha didn't want to let go of him this time, she folded an arm around his waist and Darren did likewise. The two of them, still dripping pool water as they went, walked into the house via the kitchen and made their way quickly to the main bathroom. He closed the door just in case Josh came home unexpectedly.

There was an awkward moment when Darren reached into the shower stall to turn on the water and adjust the heat. Samantha didn't know what she should be doing. She had managed at last to get him to a position where it appeared that sex between them was imminent. But despite her being the instigator up to this point, she had very little experience with males from here on.

Darren turned around to her when he had the heat of the shower water adjusted, "Are you going to take your undies off, or do you want me to?"

She gave him an alluring coquettish look, "You can," she said, holding her arms out to allow him access. He stepped up close to her and grasped her panties at the waist, then hauled them off over her arse and down her legs, revealing the nearly bare mound he had already seen through the transparent when wet panties. He reached around her back to unclasp her bra, bringing him even closer to her body. He felt her hook her fingers in the waistband of his Speedo's and they were gone quicker than her bra.

Now they were both completely naked and he stepped backward into the shower, gazing at her beautiful young body, unwilling to turn away from the nude beauty for even a couple of seconds. She stepped in after him and he pulled the shower door closed. Darren picked up the soap from the holder and, lathering his hands, he began to run them gently over her young perky breasts. Her nipples sprang to life, erecting while he watched, the water cascading down over her neck and shoulders and washing the suds away as fast as he could apply them.

She mumbled a sigh and drew a deep breath that ended with a long ummmmm!! "That's nice," she told him. Now he held the cake of soap and ran it over her body, his hand sliding down past her waist and over her tummy before descending over her pubic bone and down between her thighs that she quickly spread in eager anticipation.

He slid the edge of the soap back and forth along the outer lips of her pubis, watching Samantha's eyes half close from the sensual feelings stirred up by his shower seduction. Before she would let her body totally surrender to the pleasure of the hard cake of soap along her pleasure strip, she put her open hand out to Darren, "Can I have it please?"

He allowed her to take the soap from his hand and she immediately dropped her two hands to caress his stiffening cock. In one hand she held the soap and was using it on the sensitive underside of his erection while her other sudsy hand contributed along the top of his shaft.

"You are a hot young woman," he told her breathlessly, "but let's not lose this here. Let's take it to bed." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in tightly to him, squashing his soapy erection between their slippery wet bellies.

"Okay," she whispered above the sound of the falling water, "whatever you want."

He reached behind her and turned off the taps, then opened the door and stepped out, taking her with him, reaching for a towel and roughly drying her skin, then his, before discarding the towel on the floor. He bent down to kiss her with passion and with open mouths that afforded their tongues freedom to explore and contact.

Their sexual temperatures rising, Darren led the sweet 20-year-old to his bedroom, noting immediately how untidy his bed looked after his night of tossing and turning. He led her straight to the bed and together they flopped onto it, she on her back and he on his side, facing her, his eyes scanning the shape and delights of her body as if he almost couldn't believe that this beautiful young woman was naked here with him.

He didn't know where to start, he knew there should be more tongue kissing, but her breasts stood up perky in spite of her lying on her back. The nipples pointed skyward and begged to be kissed and suckled. He did just that, letting his fingers roam while his mouth was busy. They wandered down over her mound, touching her skin so lightly and teasingly.

Her own hands were busy, her fingers in his hair, steering his head so that his mouth and tongue might deliver the utmost in pleasurable feelings, her breathing becoming deeper and longer to indicate how aroused she was becoming. She pushed his head back up to hers, bringing his mouth in contact with her own. His fingers roamed up and down that ever widening slit that was opening up to reveal the wet pinky lining of her most intimate region.

"I'm ready," she told him when at last their kiss broke, her breathing now coming in loud gasps as heated desire overtook her emotions. Darren took her cue and moved to straddle her with his own body, pushing his knees between hers to open her legs up wider. "Be gentle," she implored him, her eyes open wide, looking up into his probingly, "you'll be my first."

Her words stunned him and he paused just as he nudged his cock-head into the wet groove of her parted labia lips, "Your first older guy?" he questioned with some apprehension.

"Not just that, you're my first ever, younger or older."

Now Darren really was nervous, "You're first ... you mean ... like first man you've ever had ... you're a virgin?"

She smiled and nodded through her own nervousness, "Hopefully for only another minute or two."

"My God, what a time to tell me."

"Would it have made any difference?" she asked, hoping her revelation would not deter him, now that they had come this far. His reaction caused her to doubt her own timing, wondering if the moment of entry might be the wrong time to spring it on him.

Darren's mind was whirling with not only having such a young woman, but now the prospect of taking her cherry too, "That's such a big thing, to lose your virginity."

"No it's not, it might have been in your time," she told him, reminding Darren of just how much older he was than the nubile maiden that lay hot beneath him, about to receive his hard cock and his generous donation of sperm. "It's been holding me back from becoming a woman totally. I just needed to find a man of experience, not some fumbling, bumbling kid around my own age who might mess it up."

"And you reckon I won't ... shit, I've never had a virgin before."

She lifted her arms and wrapped them around his shoulders, pulling him closer down to her, "Then this is your lucky day, Darren," and she winked saucily at him.

Despite his new concern as to whether he could perform well enough to justify the faith she had placed in him, his cock was still hard and rampant, its head snuggling into the lower portion of her spread vulva. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around and over his, "Will this help," she asked, "I've seen it done in movies."

Darren thought it would help because her legs spreading that wide seemed to open up her pubis more and his cock-head tucked into what seemed to be her vaginal entrance a bit more snugly. "Yes, that's good, feels good," he confirmed as he placed his weight on his elbows and knees and thrust with his pelvis. But immediately, his cock encountered the membrane barrier that was her hymen, sitting across the entrance to her vagina. "Oh shit!" he muttered.

"What's wrong?" she asked in alarm, her eyes wide, looking to him for guidance and confidence, not the nervous panic that showed on his face.

"Nothing, don't worry," he said, attempting to look calm as his face hovered above hers, "try to relax, this next bit might hurt just a little."

"That's okay," she said acceptingly, "I know about this part, I've been expecting it will. I'm ready, just go ahead and do it."

He tried pushing his cock into her from a standing start, but that didn't work, drawing a loud gasp from the young woman beneath him. "Sorry," he told her.

He raised his upper body from hers so he could look down and watch what he was doing. Next, he took hold of his cock shaft and positioned it to aim right at her shielded opening, then drawing in a deep breath, he lunged forward, directing his cock-head at her spongy hymen. This time, Samantha uttered a loud scream, it obviously hurt her. For a moment, Darren though it might break through, but somehow her virginal barrier hung on tenuously.

"Are you okay?" he checked with concern.

She took a deep breath before answering, "Yes, just a bit more pain than I expected. Damn this, why do we have to have hymens."

He worried that she might be losing her confidence in his ability to achieve what she had entrusted him with. 'It has to be now,' he told himself. Using his hands on either side of her naked body, he held her hips firmly and drew back one more time. He thrust his pelvis hard and he felt the human rubber band membrane give way, his cock pushing in about two inches. Her scream was lesser, muffled by the back of her hand that she held clasped against her open mouth.

"Is that it?" she asked anxiously, "Are you in?"

"Can't you feel it?"

"Yes, I think I can, there's just a dull throbbing there."

"That should go soon. Yes my darling Samantha, I am indeed inside you now, you are a woman."

There were tears in her eyes, "Oh, at last, thank you!" she told him, placing her hand on the back of his head and pulling his mouth down to kiss hers. It was open mouthed and incredibly passionate, reflecting the journey they had just been through and the expectant one that was about to begin.

He waited until he felt that she was ready for more, then he pushed firmly once more, feeling his hard cock press all of its length into her tight passage. "Oh my God, what's that, I thought you were in before?"

"That's just the rest of me, we had got through the virginity part, but I still hadn't got all of me into you ... until now."

She smiled up at him, "It feels incredibly tight, but it also feels wonderful. That dull ache seems to be going. So what happens now?"

"We fuck, but only when you're ready."

"I am most definitely ready," she reassured him, her heels digging into his bare arse and her hands around his shoulders pulling him tightly to her.

Darren pulled his cock most of the way back out, paused and then plunged it all back into her. She let out an expressive big breath and he saw her face wince from possibly some discomfort, but it didn't look to be full-on pain any more.

He let her body settle once more, then withdrew almost all the way out ... and plunged yet again. Another wince, but this time she smiled at him reassuringly and her hands and heels dug into his back to encourage him to continue.

Darren began a pleasant rhythm, still slow but establishing good sensual feelings through both of their bodies. He felt an unusual slickness against his cock as it pushed and probed into and out of her tight passage. He realised the difference from previous sex with his wife was that this was probably some of Samantha's virginal blood that had coated his cock as he entered her.

Gazing down on the young woman's beautiful face that was reflecting how much she seemed to be enjoying her first sexual experience, Darren decided to up the pace a bit. She responded well, experimenting with her arousal, beginning to move her arse around on the bed, pushing her pelvis up at his, trying to engage him more in this lovemaking.

He could feel his own physical desire escalating rapidly, he knew he would not be able to hold on too much longer. He knew he should be more controlled for her, but the tightness of her vagina and her last minute revelation of being a virgin for him, had taken its toll on his libido.

Darren desperately tried to think of other non-sexual things, but the heat and the tightness of the young woman's agile body beneath his was dominating all of his physical being and his mental thought processes.

Samantha's previously unsullied passage was so raw from this brand new physical activity that she could feel every ridge and bump on the cock that ravaged and plundered her vagina. She felt the increased bulge in size of the cock that would have told an experienced woman that this initial event was almost over. But she knew none of that, she just marvelled that this male instrument could get even bigger than when it broke through her virginity just minutes ago.

Darren watched her face, listened to her breathing ... her body did seem to be responsive to his driving hard rhythm inside her. But he knew that her complete pleasure was not that close yet. He resigned himself to being unable to deliver her the ultimate introduction to sex ... loss of virginity and an orgasm in her first session.

"I'm coming," he warned, "should I pull out?"

"No!" she almost screamed at him, "no, I want all of it, don't stop please."

"I'm sorry, I can't help it..." he confessed as he drove his last few strokes hard and firm and deep all the way to the end of her new territory, "...I have to cum now."

All of the emotions ran through him at once ... disappointment that he could not give her an orgasm with her first time, elation that he had been successful in deflowering her, delirious pleasure that he was about to cum in this warm and inviting young body. There was rapture that the incredible pleasure of his release could be enjoyed inside her vagina, not having to pull his cock out at the peak of his excitement to flop around on her belly. All capped off by the look of love in her eyes as she gazed in awe up into his as they completed their first coupling together.

Darren collapsed on top of Samantha's body and she experienced the completion of this new phase in her life, the fullness of a male penis inserted inside her. She felt the jerking spasms of his hard cock inside her tight passage, and she felt the spurting life-creating juices, wet and warm, propelled deeper into her body.

They lay entwined, she uncomplaining about the weight of his body flattening her to the bed. She felt good from having had her first internal sexual experience, and was pleased that the virginity part was now behind her, but she did not feel euphoric the way her mother and her girlfriends had described sex. 'Is this what it's all about?' she wondered.

Darren stirred from his post-coital drowsiness, "Samantha, you are a woman now ... and you were wonderful."

"I didn't do much, I just lay here and let you have me."

"No darling, you did more than that. You were moving your body around like you'd been doing it for a long while. You were really getting into it." He looked her directly in the eyes, "I am really sorry I couldn't keep it going long enough for you to cum too. I thought I could, but I think you threw me with this being your first time and all. I found it hard to concentrate on holding back when I was also trying to keep it from hurting you too much. It will get better, I promise you."

"No, don't beat yourself up, it was good. I am so glad that I have at last done it, and I am glad it was with you. You're a good man, Darren." She took her eyes from his and looked around his bedroom, "So what happens now?"

"How long have you got?" he asked as an answer.