6 comments/ 38602 views/ 5 favorites Finding a Virgin Ch. 01 By: emma579 Gretchen had been thinking about letting a virgin fuck her. First times had come up in conversation in an online chat room she enjoyed and she was fascinated and aroused by the thought of being the first cunt, the first ass a man feels wrapped around his cock. She had been playing more and more online since the divorce. Men seemed interested in chatting with her, in hearing about her sexual desires. She had offers for more, but wasn't sure about someone met online. Someone she could find locally, though, was a different story. It had been too long since her pussy had felt a real cock...and a virgin cock offered an erotic fantasy. "But how do I find a virgin to play with...a legal one, anyway?" she wondered aloud in a soft voice. She glanced around, but no one was near her desk at work. She suddenly remembered that her coworker Eileen had a son at the local university – maybe he can point me in the right direction, she thought...but I have to be very discrete. Using the excuse of researching some programming issues, Gretchen ask Eileen if maybe Brendan could help find some reference books. After Eileen passed along his phone number, Gretchen and Brendan arranged meet at a coffee shop near campus. The day of the meeting, Gretchen dressed carefully, wearing a tailored brown skirt and a light cream blouse – of course, the skirt was cut to mid thigh and barely covered the top of her thigh-high stockings, her heels over four inches high, and she wasn't wearing any panties. If I sit just right, she thought with a wicked smile, maybe he'll get a surprise when he looks up my skirt. Her blouse was very thin, so she wore a bra, but the one she chose was sure to push them up and hug them in delicate pace. I want to give the impression of high class sex, she thought, turning in front of her mirror, a woman who is looking for a good time, but not the local beer keg scene. She was sitting at a table by the windows, watching people stroll by and sipping hot tea when he sauntered in. "Miss Gretchen," he asked, smiling when she turned to look at him. God, he's hot, she thought, her eyes unconsciously wandering up and down his body, noting the tight muscles, the long legs...and I'll bet those long fingers would feel good on my body. Gretchen stood up with a smile. "Brendan?" She held out a hand and he took it...but lifted it up to kiss her fingers with a wink. What a player...she felt a little quiver in her pussy. With her heels, she was close to his height and could look directly into his bright green eyes. "Mom didn't mention you were so...classy," he grinned, gesturing to the table. She sat carefully, letting her skirt inch up, and Gretchen hid a smile as his eyes sharpened when he caught a glimpse of the lacy top of her stockings. He sat down across the table and signaled the woman at the counter for a drink. "So what can I help you with?" "Well...I feel a little nervous asking you this," Gretchen played up the breathiness in her voice, the trembling hesitation, knowing it would make him hot, "But I thought you would know." The woman from the counter brings him coffee. After she leaves, Gretchen leans a little closer to him, seeing his eyes drop to look down her blouse. "And you can't mention the details to your mother." She can see his curiosity is peaked, that he's interested, and she'd bet money he was getting hard. "Anything I can do to help, Miss Gretchen," he said. Miss Gretchen, just the name made her feel hot. I feel like I'm being so naughty, hunting for younger men, she thought. Gretchen leaned her arms on the table, pressing her breasts against them as she kept her voice low and seductive. "I'm guessing you would know someone...a young man...who has not had sex with a woman before," she murmured, seeing his eyes widen a moment in surprise and then narrow, "Someone of legal age, mind you, but someone who would be interested in...new experiences." Gretchen felt her skin flush hot and heard the change in his breathing, knowing he was aroused by the thought. She looked over as a man passed their table, but looked back to Brendan when the man kept moving. "Is this person...for you?" he asked, his voice also low, but with an edge. He shifted in his chair and she wished she could see his lap, see the bulge of his cock. Gretchen gave a little nod. "If you want hot sex, Miss Gretchen, I can handle that for you." As he spoke, he leaned towards her and his eyes promised she would cum hard. Gretchen felt her nipples tighten, her pussy grow slick. "I believe you could make me cum, Brendan. I'll even grant that you could make me cum multiple times and scream with pleasure," she purred. "I do love cock though and I'm sure yours would be memorable...maybe after I enjoy one of your friends?" She felt even more wicked, planning another encounter for after she would seduce a virgin. If only her ex husband could see her now. He turned his hand so his fingers could stroke her palm. "You're very open about your needs, Miss Gretchen," he growls, "I've never met someone like you." Gretchen laughed, delighted with him. "I'll bet," her voice was light, but soft as she leaned forward again. The stroke of his fingers sent hot bursts straight to her cunt, making her quiver inside. "Do you know anyone who can meet my...inexperienced requirements, Brendan?" "I believe I do," he grinned, his finger making thrusting motions against her palm. Gretchen flushed and shivered, her pussy aching for cock, her breasts tight and heavy with need. As her eyes meet his, she realized he was aware of her response...and that it made him hot too. "But there's a catch." "There's always a catch," Gretchen murmured, her breathlessness not faked this time. Maybe she should just have a taste of Brendan first...I'm horny enough to take him right here in the coffee shop, she thought, amused. Wouldn't that raise eyebrows if I were to mount him right now and ride his cock until I cum...or until he does? The thought sent shivers through her and his fingers tightened on her hand. "I have three requirements," he whispers, leaning close, his eyes dark and hot, "If you agree to them, I'll provide you with a virgin to play with. A handsome, tasty virgin boy for Miss Gretchen's pleasure." A shudder went right through her and he made a wordless noise of lust. "What requirements?" Gretchen was ready to promise anything to get out of the coffee shop. She needed to be alone, to stroke herself until she came, to sob with the release of this tension inside her. "One," he murmured, lifting one finger and then brushing it over her bottom lip. Her lips trembled open and he grinned. "I get to taste you right now." "Oh." Her mind went blank and he took it as agreement. Leaning across the table, he pressed his lips gently to hers, his kiss starting soft and warm and then heating as his tongue slipped between her lips. "Sweet," he murmured as he pulled away and sat back in his chair again. Gretchen blushed and looked down, but she privately admitted that she had really enjoyed it. She wasn't sure who was seducing who at this point, but she was so ready to be fucked, it didn't matter as long as she came soon. "Two, I get to watch you with my friend," he held up two fingers this time with a wicked grin, licking his lips as if he tasted her. He gave his fingers a little twist and she imagined them inside her cunt, twisting and rubbing. The thought stole her breath. "You..." The words wouldn't come out. She thought about having sex with one man while another watched, then she thought about how he might not be able to just watch...they might give this virgin a threesome for his first experience. "I'd love to see your pretty cunt take a cock," he murmured, his voice intimate and rough. Gretchen fumbled with her teacup and managed to take a sip as if they weren't discussing sex. "Were you planning on taking it in the ass too, Miss Gretchen?" When she blushed and stared into her cup, he chuckled. "My, my, Miss Gretchen. Aren't you the naughty girl?" "You had three requirements," she whispered, then cleared her throat. Her body was throbbing with lust. This is too public...she promised herself she would be somewhere private very soon. Preferably with something or someone to fuck me, she added silently. "Number three is between us," he continued, "You mentioned after, but I want now and later." Gretchen managed to lift one eyebrow. "You agree to spend this afternoon with me and I'll introduce you to a prime specimen to meet your needs. Then, after I watch you play with your new toy, I get to follow up and fuck you after. You never know...you may need an experienced cock to help you over the edge if your virgin leaves you unsatisfied." Gretchen glanced around as he spoke, wondering if anyone had any idea what they were discussing. It's the perfect arrangement, though, she thought, I need to be fucked right now and I'm sure he will make me cum. Then I get my virgin with the added arousal of a watcher. And finally, I get to be fucked again by a man who obviously knows what he's doing. Perfect. She felt her pulse throb in her core, felt powerful, sexual...all the things she never felt with her ex-husband. This was her second chance to be a vixen. "I'm agreeable to your terms," she purred, picking up her purse and looking around. "Did you have a specific now in mind?" She wasn't going to take him to her home and she really wasn't interested in seeing the inside of a frat house or dorm room. There had to be somewhere close by where they could find some privacy... Brendan stood and held out his hand. "Come with me, Miss Gretchen," he said in a normal voice, "I can show you where we can find those programming answers. The library is right across the street." Gretchen smiled in appreciation. He guided her out of the coffee shop and they strolled across the street with his hand on her lower back. As they entered the library, he guided her to the bank of elevators. There were other students on the elevator, but Brendan maneuvered them towards the back of the crowded car. Brendan stood slightly behind her and her breath caught as she felt his hand press against her ass. He started to rub up and down slowly and she felt her pussy tighten with need. His fingers moved lower, sliding under the hem of her skirt and she had to fight back a moan as he teased the lace top of her stockings. She felt dizzy...and then the door opened for the eighth floor and his hand returned to her back to guide her out. "This way," Brendan murmured, his hand moving to her elbow as they walk along the row of stacks. She looked down an aisle and thought about leaning against one of the tall ladders and being fucked from behind. They passed a study area and she thought about being laid out on the table and eaten alive. They passed a group of club chairs and she thought about riding Brendan in one...she shuddered wetly. "Just a minute more, Miss Gretchen," he breathes in her ear as they turn down a small hallway. He keyed a code into a lockbox on the door and she shivered when she heard the click. It's going to be now, she thought. I'm going to be fucked by this young man, the son of one of my coworkers. I'm going to enjoy every second of this, she promised herself. Brendan opened the door and Gretchen stepped in, standing still until he flipped on the light and shut the door, clicking the lock on the inside. It was a small conference room, with a table and chairs in the center and she turned to face him as she leaned against the edge of the table. She stroked her hands over her body, knowing what she wanted, hungry to be naked and underneath him. "How do you want me?" she purrs, her voice aroused. She watched his eyes darken with lust as they wandered up and down her body. Her pussy quivered and she felt wetness dribble down her inner thighs. When he twirled his finger, she turned and placed her hands on the table. She leaned forward and gave her ass a shake as she spread her legs, feeling more cum on her thighs. Brendan stepped up behind her and slowly unzipped her skirt. He curled his fingers in the brown material and eased it down, groaning when he found her naked underneath. He bent, pressing his lips to the base of her spine and inhaling deeply. "Miss Gretchen," he growled, stroking his hands over her bare ass cheeks, "If I had known...we would be fucking in the back of the coffee shop right now." "I knew," she whispered, "And I wanted to fuck you right at our table." She heard his hoarse laugh and smiled. "That mouth, Miss Gretchen," he chuckled. "Wants to eat you alive, Brendan," she purred. She felt his hands reach around and she straightened a little to let him unbutton her blouse and slide it off. Then he pulled her bra straps down her arms, pinning her, baring her breasts as the lacy bunches beneath them. His fingers pinch and rub her nipples to make her moan and squirm. He licked her neck as his fingers teased her. "Next time, Miss Gretchen," he promised, rubbing his bulging groin against her ass to tease her, "Next time you can suck my cock all you want." She felt him shift, then felt the hot length of his cock press against the crack of her ass. She whimpered in need. "I can't wait to be inside you, Miss Gretchen," he murmured, lifting her knee to the tabletop to open her wide as she leaned forward to expose her cunt. She heard him fumbling and glanced down to see him pulling out his wallet. "Let me get..." "No need," she purred, "Just you and me, Brendan. Slide that big cock in my cunt and fuck me." The look he gave her was pure lust. "Please, baby, I need a good fucking." His head probed her pussy hole as he wrapped her in his arms again. "You like to talk dirty, Miss Gretchen, don't you?" he whispered, slowly penetrating her cunt, "It makes you hot to say nasty things, sexy things, things no one expects from your pretty little mouth, doesn't it?" She nodded, caught up in the sensations of his thickness stretching her, filling her. She can feel the heat of his cock sear her tender pussy, feel it burn into her veins so that her entire body flushes hot. "Oh, yes, Brendan," she managed, "I want to tell you how good you feel, how much I want you right now." "No need," he answered, his voice rough as his cock slid in and out against her slick pussy, "I can tell by the way your body responds to mine. You love being fucked, don't you? You're loving my cock, aren't you?" Gretchen nodded again. There's no denying it. Her body was hot and trembling, her pussy dripping wet, eagerly sucking his cock inside with each thrust. The fabric of his shirt was harsh against her bare back, his fingers were tight and rough on her nipples, but everything only added to the caress in her cunt. Her hands flexed on the table as pleasure pooled in her belly and she moaned. "I want to cum, Brendan," she whimpered, "Let me cum on your cock." She rubbed back against him, teasing herself with his clothing, teasing him with her soft bare skin. His hands stroked over her body as he pressed kisses from one shoulder across to the other. "Cum for me, Miss Gretchen," he growled, "Let me feel you gush around my cock." Gretchen didn't have a choice. The relentless stroke of his thick shaft against her needy cunt had her panting and quivering. When he pushed her down on the table to fuck her harder, to ram his cock up into her, she felt the tremors start. "I'm cumming..." Her voice broke as she teetered on the edge. The tremors became shaking, shuddering, as he slammed his cock deep and she came hard. Her cum enveloped his cock, spilling over him, over his balls, as he groaned. He grunted and kept fucking her, wrapping his arms around her body as he ground his cock right against that perfect spot... Gretchen cried out as the spasms inside her threatened to rip her apart. She felt him swell, felt him pulse...and then he erupted with a roar, his cum splashing the inside of her cunt as he ejaculated again and again. "God, yes, Miss Gretchen," he growled, his cock emptying into her. He continued to hold her, support her, to spill out inside her, as their bodies cooled down. "We'll meet you at the Holiday Inn on Columbus tomorrow night at six. Get two key cards when you check in." It took her a moment to process the words, then she nodded. The virgin toy and the man currently buried in her cunt. Tomorrow night. What a thought... "You'll slip me a card while we have drinks, then I'll leave," he continued, his breath warm on her ear. His fingers idly stroked her breast and she felt a little quiver inside. "Let Stephen seduce you. He'll want to. Let him think he's talking you into taking him up to your room. He's pretty eager to fuck...but he's a bit too picky and most coeds he picks are a bit put off because he's so eager." Stephen. She had a name and it was all becoming a reality. She could feel her arousal building again. "In the room, he'll insist on a condom, so don't let that disappoint you," he said, suddenly nibbling on her earlobe, sending shivers through her body, "I'll take care of your cum needs later." He tugged her ear lightly. "After I suck your cunt, of course." She knew he felt the shudder go through her body because his cock began to harden again inside her cunt. "Don't be disappointed," he murmured, "I'll be there, watching everything he does. I'll be there after he leaves to fuck you over and over until you are fully sated." He slid his cock free and turned her to face him. Then he lifted her onto the table. "Like today," he whispered as he stepped up and slid his newly erect cock into her pussy again, this time from the front. "Oh...," she moaned, letting him push her down on the table and fuck her again... Finding a Virgin Ch. 02 Gretchen left work early for the day, unable to concentrate with the thought of meeting Stephen and Brendan that evening. She showered and washed, shaving her pussy carefully, preparing the way a woman does when she's planning on having sex with a new man. After her shower, she smoothed lotion on her skin, stroking herself, feeling her skin heat, her pussy grow wet, the scent of aroused woman blending with vanilla and orange from the lotion. She dressed carefully, a black lace bra hugging her full breasts, a black lace garter holding up fine black stockings with little sparkles here and there. She fingered a black silk thong, then pulled it on over the stockings. She didn't know if Stephen was a leg man, but this way she could remove her panties to be fucked and still leave her stockings on, if that's what he liked. Next came the 'fuck me' heels as her niece called them....four inch tall black sandals with straps that wrapped twice around her ankles. There were little glass beads on the straps that matched the sparkle in her stockings. Now...what to wear over this? She was already hot, already ready for fucking, and the thought of another layer of clothing make her itchy. She shifted through the dresses in her closet, finally choosing a green silk wrap. Then she realized that she needed to pack a bag. If she was supposed to let Stephen think this was his idea, she should look like she was staying overnight at the hotel. Plus, she might want something soft and comfy for later, after she was well fucked. Gretchen threw a few things into a bag, then carried it down to the front door. She checked her reflection, deciding she looked respectable, like a successful business woman relaxing after work. Time to make that all a lie... Gretchen checked in early, requesting two key cards while she signed the register. No one reacted oddly, so she assumed she looked safe...not like a woman on the prowl. She carried her bag up to the room and unpacked. She tried to calm herself down, to not look eager when she went downstairs, but she was all but vibrating with excitement. She hadn't been this eager to have sex in....well, she couldn't remember ever being this aroused. She was a few minutes early when she finally rode the elevator down to the lobby. She looked around and decided they would probably look for her in the upscale bar/café to one side of the lobby. She crossed casually, trying not to clutch at her little purse, trying not to think about the condoms in it or the fact that pussy juices were sliding down her inner thighs or that her breasts were so tender that every breath made them rub her lace bra and sent flashes of heat straight to her core. She stopped briefly at the doorway and then strolled to a stool at the bar and sat. She ordered a rum and coke and sipped lightly, her eyes scanning the area. It was ten minutes to six and she was vibrating with anticipation. The ice in her drink clinked lightly when she set the glass down and she wondered if you could melt down and climax without even being touched. "Miss Gretchen," Brendan's voice came from behind her and she turned with a smile. His hands took her shoulders and he brushed his lips over her cheek, but her eyes were on the tall man behind him. Brendan was taller than she, but this new man was several inches taller than Brendan. She knew her eyes were wide when he gave her a half-smile. Brendan pulled back, taking the card she slipped him and sliding it into his pocket out of sight. "This is Stephen. He's our local expert on the issue you're having." Sex? She blushed a little as the thought popped into her head and was thankful she hadn't blurted it right out. Stephen stepped forward and offered his hand. When she took it, he brought it to his lips, but instead of kissing her knuckles, he licked her fingertips and she couldn't stop the shiver. She remembered Brendan saying that Stephen came across as eager, but this was a little beyond. And he was a virgin? "Gretchen?" Another male voice behind her had her wincing. Gretchen turned slowly to face her ex-husband. "Hi, Rick," she smiles graciously, stepping back to align herself with Stephen and Brendan, hoping her ex would get the hint and go away. "You're looking..." his voice drops low and Gretchen feels her pussy tighten. She reminded herself that he left her, that he hadn't pleasured her in months...that she hadn't cum in years during their marriage – primarily because he'd been putting all his energy into his boss' pussy. "Like someone who's in the middle of something," she completes tartly, seeing his eyes widen a little in surprise. She feels a hand stroke her ass and smiles. "It's been great seeing you..." Rick frowns, but backs off and heads for the group he came in with. The group of men greeted him, obviously curious about Gretchen, but he shrugs bad-naturedly and they all shift to a booth with a clear view of the big screen showing the baseball game. "Listen," Brendan says suddenly as Gretchen turns back to the two men, "I have to duck out too. I've got to check in with my physics professor about my last test grade." He gives Gretchen a wink where Stephen can't see. Gretchen and Stephen sit at the bar and Gretchen takes a sip of her drink. Stephen leans closer and she hides a smile in her glass as his hand slides over her thigh. She turns on the stool until her leg is between his and they are close together, intimate. "So tell me how you know Brendan, Stephen." "We met freshman year and ended up pledging together," Stephen shrugged, "He's more towards the operating systems, but I like end-user apps." He smiled at her and then turned as the bartender appeared. He ordered a plain cola and lifted an eyebrow to her. She covered her glass to indicate she was fine. When the bartender placed the glass of soda down and left, Stephen turned back to her. "Brendan said you had an issue...?" Gretchen's mind went blank a moment as his hand stroked her leg, easing her dress up a little. "Umm...yes," she shivered as his fingers started to stroke the inside of her thigh, moving up a little each time. "I'm trying to put something together at work, a tracking program, and I've hit a glitch." She couldn't remember what it was at the moment, since her pussy was starting to quiver and seep. Stephen smiled, "Well, sounds like something up my alley. I've done a few tracking programs." He leaned closer. "But I'm getting the idea that you're a little distracted right now." Her eyes lifted to his and she saw the desire, the heat there. "Your...hand...is a little busy," she murmured. His fingers were almost up to her panties now and she knew he'd find them drenched. "I hope you don't mind," he whispered, leaning even closer, his mouth getting closer to hers. She saw his eyes drop and knew he was looking down the top of her dress. Eager was nowhere near what Stephen was. Horny, yes, and quickly getting towards scary. Surely he couldn't be a virgin...although her body didn't care. She was hot, edgy, tense and really just needed to be fucked. "I...I'm don't...well," she stammered. "I think you're very attractive, Gretchen," he said, "Very classy and elegant." She managed a smile, catching movement out of the corner of her eye and realizing that Rick is watching them. She flushes a little, knowing he's seeing Stephen fondle her right in the bar. "Thank you," she whispered. "I don't know if Brendan said anything," he continued, "But I've been looking for a classy woman to spend time with." She managed to shake her head. "I really haven't found a woman I like yet. The coeds seem so...young." "Compared to me, I suppose they are," she answered, looking down at her drink a moment. She felt a little dizzy...probably due to the blood pulsing in her cunt. "Not in age, but in attitude," Stephen clarified, "I'm looking for someone more...mature. Who understands that being with a man is a mutual pleasure thing, not just a quick fuck." Her eyes widen at his blunt words. "I hope you don't mind me being honest." "No...honesty is good," she said, feeling a little bad that she wasn't telling him the entire truth, but not willing to make a confession right now. Especially since she suspected Brendan was already up in her hotel room waiting for them. A full confession would end this night way too quickly. "I thought you would appreciate it," Stephen smiled. His hand shifted that last inch and his fingers brushed the silk covering her mound. His smile widened as he felt the damp material and watched her shudder at the sensation of his touch. His voice hesitated, stumbled, then continued, "More honestly, I'm looking for a woman to be my first." "Your first..." She was amazed she could even speak with the tension and heat in her core. She would be so embarrassed if she came right here on the stool but it was a definite possibility. He looked around, specifically locking eyes with Rick, who was glaring at them. He leaned closer to Gretchen, his mouth at her ear. "Can we go up to your room? Brendan mentioned you were staying here. Maybe we can talk about this in private?" It took her a minute to realize what he'd said since the feel of his warm breath had her own breath stopping in her lungs. She nodded with a smile. "Let's go upstairs." His hand stayed on the small of her back as they walked to the elevator. She was trembling, so ready to have sex that she could only hope her legs held her until they got to the room. There was another couple standing there who got on the elevator with them, so the ride was silent. She fumbled the card a little when they got to the door and Stephen's hand covered hers, guiding the card into the slot. The click of the lock made her shudder. Inside, she glanced around, wondering where Brendan was. Then Stephen touched her back again, guiding her towards the bed, and she forgot everything else. She sat and looked up at him standing before her. The bulge in his pants was huge and she felt both her mouth water and her throat tighten. Stephen undid his belt, then opened his fly and the biggest cock she'd ever seen sprang free. "My size scares women," he murmurs, stroking his shaft slowly, his red penis seeming to swell before her eyes. She felt faint again, but with desire, not fear. She reached for him, gently wrapping her hand over his, feeling the way he held his cock, the rhythm he stroked with. "You don't scare me," she whispered, her eyes on his. She licked her lips. "Would you like to be with me tonight, Stephen? To touch me, to have me touch you? I want you, Stephen, I want to feel you inside me." That, at least, what pure honesty. Her pussy quivered and ached to feel this monster stretch and fill her cunt. "I want you, Gretchen," he growled, his hands untying her dress, spreading the wrap of silky cloth. When he saw what she wore underneath, his breath caught and his eyes met hers. "You are beautiful." She felt beautiful, powerful, sexy. She stood slowly, letting the dress drop to the floor. She took his hands and put them over her breasts. "Touch me, Stephen." He smiled, his fingers unhooking her bra with a twist of the small clasp between her globes. When the lace fell away and he saw her full pale breasts, her hard pink nipples, he licked his lips. "Yes," she moaned. His mouth covered one, sucking hesitantly at first, then harder when she whimpered and slid her hands into his hair. He guided her back to the bed, easing her down on her back, straddling her, his cock brushing her bare stomach even though he was on his knees above her. She shuddered at the wet feel of his tip. "Will you let me touch you?" she purred, reaching for him. He caught her hand, then lifted both wrists to the bed above her head. "If you touch me now, I'll cum," he growled. "Just let me touch you, Gretchen." He lowered his head and lapped at her tight nipple, enjoying the way she trembled. "I really want to touch you." "Anything..." She moaned as his hands stroked her hips, his fingers hooking in her panties and slowly pulling them down. He lifted the silk to his nose, inhaling her scent. "You are so...excited by the thought of me," he murmured. His eyes met hers and she saw more than lust...something that made her nervous. This was supposed to be hot sex, not a relationship. "I love the thought of you," she answered carefully, "and I really want to feel you, Stephen." She shifted, spreading her legs to draw his attention from her words to her cunt. "Look at me. I'm so wet for you." His eyes dropped and she felt relief. Then she watched his eyes heat, his face change to reflect lust and hunger, and she shuddered with arousal. "Taste me, Stephen," she whispered, "Taste what you do to me." He bent, lowering his head, his tongue out and reaching for her. She felt the light brush, heard a strangled sound, and then he was eagerly lapping at her slit. She moaned, spreading her legs wider and he took the hint, his hands pressing her inner thighs apart, opening her so he could feast greedily. She squirmed and writhed, sobbing in pleasure, as he explored her pussy lips, her quivering cunt with his tongue. "Yes, yes, Stephen," she sobbed. When she came, arching, crying out wordlessly, he suckled her, slurping up the juices that poured from her pussy. She finally went limp as the spasms eased and he lifted his head, his mouth wet from her pleasure. She stared at him wordless, dazed, and he grinned. "Gretchen," he whispered, her name reverent. She managed a smile. "You're very good at that for a first," she purred. She shifted, lifting herself up on her elbows, eyeing his thick cock. "Let's see how you are with your other tool." Stephen's grin widened. He scooped up her thighs over his forearms, pushing her further up the bed as he knelt between her legs. "I can't believe...you don't know," he stumbled to a halt, "Tell me what you want, Gretchen." His voice was low, husky, intense. "I want you to slide that big cock in my cunt," she whispered, not caring that she was being crude, "I want to feel your dick fuck me." His look heated, grew hungry. "Hearing you talk like that makes me hot, Gretchen," he growled, "Makes me want to give you just what you ask for." "Give it to me, Stephen," she purred, "Fuck me. Let me be the first pussy you feel on your cock. Let me be the first cunt you cum in." She watched the shudder go through him. "I want to be filled with your cum, Stephen." He shifted and she felt his head against her hole. He was so broad, she bit her lip as he began to penetrate, his size stretching her pussy wide. "Oh, God, yes," she moaned as he hesitated, "Give me more, Stephen." "I don't want to hurt you," he grunted, his hands fisted in the bedding as he tried to hold back. The feel of her tight pussy wrapped around his inflamed cock was driving him crazy. "Just fuck me, Stephen," she ordered. She bucked her hips, urging him to move. "FUCK ME!" Stephen thrust, his cock driving forward until she was filled, overfilled, stuffed with his hard flesh. She arched with a cry of pleasure. "God, yes, oh, please, God, yes," she sobbed. Stephen pulled back and thrust again, clenching his jaw over the sensations. Each stroke made her writhe and pant and he began to move faster, eagerly filling her again and again. "Damn, Gretchen...you feel...so hot...so good," he groaned, grunting a little as he pumped his hips and rammed her cunt. The sight of his cock inside her was making him even hotter. The feel of her was just incredible. But too soon he knew he was going to cum. "I...God, I'm gonna cum," he panted, wanting to hold back, wanting to satisfy her too. Her eyes opened and met his and he saw her pleasure in her glazed expression. It took her a minute, then she smiled. "Give me your hand," she whispered. He shifted, offering one of his hands. She took it, guided it to her mound and pressed his finger against her clit. He watched the shudder go through her. "Rub, Stephen, and I'll cum all over your cock." He rubbed frantically, each thrust taking him closer to the edge, his balls tight and hot. Gretchen moaned at the twin sensations swirling together in her core. The friction of his cock was perfect, long strokes, an endless hot caress against her pussy. The rubbing of his fingers sent little shocks through her system and she felt her inner muscles tighten. "Yes, baby, yes," she mumbled, squirming more. Stephen bit his lip as he watched the flush spread over her breasts. She suddenly arched with a cry and he felt hot liquid surround his cock. The sensation was too much and he felt his cock pulse as he erupted with a low groan. Gretchen screamed a second time as his cum exploded into her core. She clutched his arms as she bucked under him, his cock spewing his release inside her. She felt it gush from her cunt, spill down her thighs and slit to the wet the bedding, and then felt a second gush as he pulled back, sliding out of her. She lay shuddering, panting, shivering, as he shifted to lay beside her, sounding as overwhelmed as she felt. Finally, she felt her breathing calm and turned her head. Stephen was watching her, lying on his side, smiling. She smiled back. "Thank you," she purred, "I really enjoyed that." "Thank you," he replied, his tone amused, "I guessed that you did. I did too." "You're a natural," she responded in kind, rolling to her side to run her fingers lightly over his spent cock, seeing him flinch, his penis still sensitive. "Would you like to play again?" He gave her a look of surprise...then his grin turned wicked. "Not tonight, because I've got an exam tomorrow and, well, honestly I'm kind of worn out," he admitted -- to her surprise – but then continued, "But I'd love to meet up with you again." Gretchen sat up slowly, a little baffled. She had thought that all young men would be eager to go all night. Stephen got up as well, picking up his clothing and getting dressed. She watched silently until he turned and looked at her. "Sure, Stephen," she belatedly replied, "I'd enjoy that. Do you want my number?" When he nodded, she got up and slipped her dress on over her near nakedness, belting it loosely. She wrote her cell phone number down on the little pad on the night table and turned to hand it to him. Stephen caught her hand and pressed his lips to her palm, making her shiver as her body responded to his. "I hope you're not disappointed," he murmured, "I'd really love to spend all night with you, but I know you have to go to work in the morning and I really need to pass this test to help maintain my scholarship." Touched, she smiled gently. "A little disappointed, but glad that one of us is thinking," she answered lightly, remembering that she didn't want a relationship and that Brendan was here somewhere to fill the rest of her night. "There will be other nights..." She walked him to the door, watching him get on the elevator with a smile. She returned his wave as the doors closed. She started to step back inside and felt hands slide around her waist. A hot wet mouth nuzzled her neck and she whimpered...and watched stunned as her ex-husband stepped off the second elevator and turned to look at her. He strode forward with a hot look. She stepped back in alarm and he pushed the door open. "Rick?" she gasped, standing in Brendan's arms, staring at her ex-husband, still wet from sex with Stephen. What a night...