1 comments/ 5108 views/ 0 favorites Ripe By: chocolateandroses Clay, become dust, sifts through my toes and clings to my naked ankles like a lover's grip. Each particle melds into my body's proof of heat, birthing a fresh layer of me - as if I am becoming. Molten gold pours into the clasping arms of the trees dappling the path making inkblot plays of quarrels and elephants and cars. I pass through and into them, distorting their shadowed forms with my swinging arms and high head. My sisters and I are on a hunt for rumored blackberries on old man Crispin's drive. Blackberries passed in damp schoolyard whispers from eager mouth to desperate ear. They were rumors only because none would venture across the wasteland that was barren Crispin's peanut field with those gleaming hollow silos keeping sentinel in the distance, marking watch and time with sudden shards of light thrown at just the right frequency to blind you to the world. But the dream of denied sweetness spurs our hearts to brave the beast on an arid August afternoon in Midland City, Alabama. Broken fruit, known only as "pop-balls," lay scattered amid the leaves and shadows – the spent artillery of a bygone battle between neighborhood boys. Having gathered the noisy fruits, my sisters and I often ambushed the seed-spattered urchins, making them wary of pretty girls evermore. We were warriors then - maidens of old seeking justice from those who would cat-call and make pranks. We are pilgrim-ers now; we navigate lion's lairs and shark-ridden waters to discover missing riches. I swallow the air in greedy, honeyed gulps. How can anything move in such thick stillness? Even so the world is ripe and pregnant with pollen and crickets and the long awaited berries. They droop in clusters of such sweet profusion, hanging sleepily in their thorny bed. Darkly shining, their perfume winds silken fingers into my hair and lifts tufts from the nape of my neck – like my mother. I take my fill. I feast until my lips are purple with the juice of these stolen kisses. Thick and fast, the syrup runs down my chin to make fairy bowls in the silken dust between my filthy feet. My hands, like greedy hummingbirds, flit from clump to clump, darting among the thorns to gather the harvest. Drunk on sun-warmed wine, we do not notice a low rumbling in the east; it is the deep-bellied roar of old man Crispin's ancient dog of a truck. I freeze mid-grab as the rust-dusted grill crests the slight hill I stand upon. My nerveless hands drop the tiny treasures to plop and burst in the powder as my body turns instinctively to the shelter of the shady forest. Relentlessly, Crispin's withering truck advances westwards as we, like a flock of crows, take to the woods, cackling and screeching as such magpies are wont of doing. Leaping and prancing gazelles, we cease our flight just beyond view of Mr. Crispin. Tucked, our slight bodies nestle against colossal trees as our mischievous faces peek and dart for glimpses of the dreaded man. From my hidden view, I can see his craggy face as he pulls his body from the interior of the aged vehicle. Lined with sorrows, his face speaks of such buried pains as are unknown to my child-self. Hesitantly and with much care, he creeps to the very spot I had recently vacated. In my shining place, he swallows the sweetness of air puffed from our juicy breath and wilts. His shoulders crumple. He sees our theft and is broken. He bends slowly, with elderly cogs and workings, and retrieves the broken berry. As he returns to his truck, he blows on the split berry as gently as my father, when once he sent air onto my scratches to sooth them. From my nook, I see his face once more with the sun glinting off the few tears that escape his sterile eyes. His truck roars with a tired and miserable sound, filling my sisters with suppressed laughter and joy at escaping so soundly. The wretched vehicle mopes and limps to the only home known to him, as my sisters fly from their crouches to home. I linger, knowing I have wronged an already aggrieved man. Each step home, the berries lurch and jostle within me, seeking to deepen the sickness I feel in my heart by adding their clamor. "You must make amends," says my Aunt Joanie. She and I go to the store then, and with my own money, we purchase the loveliest pie ever seen. It is golden and glossy and smells the way Heaven must smell in April. It is blackberry. In my Aunt's truck, the pie rides between us like a beloved child, with my hands on either side keeping guard for slipping. We make our languid way past the berry patch, where from the height of my window our pilfering is plain, and my heart clutches even as I hide my face. I must stand in front of the man himself and offer this treat, or accept any other punishment he might dole out. We land in his dusty yard before my mind can completely review the details of the terrors that await me by Mr. Crispin's hand. My Aunt hands me down from the cab and places the pie within my small hands. I must go alone. My mind is no longer in control of my legs as it seems my knees have accomplished an entirely new mode of dancing without my permission. My grubby hand slithers from beneath the pie and darts out to flutter knocks on the weathered door before me and quickly returns to its post. I can see my face dimly reflected in the wavy panes of the door; I am still smeared with the evidence of my crime. Footsteps begin approaching the door, and my shivering increases. I glance to my Aunt who sternly nods me onward; my head flicks abruptly forward as the door swings in to reveal my once nemesis, victim, and now punisher. I cannot look anywhere but at the pie as my explanation and apology dribbles hesitantly from my numb lips. He is silent as he reaches for the pie, bending his massive frame to the level of my slight height. His eyes meet mine and I am stunned by the goodly bearish man before me. One massive hand retrieves the dessert as the other chucks me good-naturedly under the chin, and I am rewarded with a nearly toothless smile. My own gapped smile flashes briefly before I am overcome by shyness welling within me. The old man raises himself back to erect and nods once in my Aunt's direction. Her own nod is similarly brief and polite. I clamber back into the cab as my Aunt seats herself behind the wheel, and we make our way home. I creep slowly across the bench seat unsure of my status; I am rewarded with an up-raised arm welcoming me into the nook of her side. I snuggle there as we pass the berries with the sun setting behind us and the air growing cooler as it flows through the windows. Ripe for an Affair WARNING: This story is about irreverent attitudes towards adultery. EG When does a married guy feel it's time to have an affair? That information ought to be published so women could know, thought Vicky Duvall. Knowing something about guys she thought perhaps a few never entertained such a thought while others perhaps began thinking about it within a year after their wedding. But what about the bulk of men? Who knows what guys really think? If they were not talking or focused on TV sport then it was a sure bet they were thinking. Vicky had been unsettled for some time. Frank was drinking too much and often failed to complete in bed and the two kids were no longer dependent on her. So what else did she have left to think about outside of her job and her friends? Her friends were often talking about women they suspected of having affairs. One mostly involved in that scuttle bug, Bette Sutton, reputedly had a long affair with Freddie Tanner, CEO of the city council before his untimely death when hit between the eyes at close range by a golf ball. Vicky thought perhaps Valerie Tanner had arranged that to happen but that was just an irrational thought because the guy who'd sliced his shot of the tee was in a group of Korean businessmen touring the country. He ran from the course, never to be heard of again until the police confirmed he was back in Korea. He was not pursued because it became clear it was an accidental death, and so ruled later by the coroner. So do you die if you have an affair? Vicky hoped not because she intended having one. Okay, but with whom? Vicky eyed the paper delivery boy cycling towards her. God no, she'd be run out of town. He was a juvenile. His father then? Pat Gatlin weighed 200lbs. With all that blubber he'd probably unintentionally asphyxiate her in the middle of her orgasm. Does one know when they're the middle of an orgasm? Vicky knew she'd never pondered that question before, ever. Well there had to be a middle because an orgasm had a beginning and an end. Now where was she? Oh yeah. Making coffee Vicky realized it would be difficult having an affair. It had to be someone not known to her family and friends otherwise word would get out. Vicky Duvall is having it off with... she could think of a dozen possibilities. Her friends and family would gape, having assumed she would be the most unlikely fornicator around; that is if people actually make such assumptions. Well they would do so once her name was curdling everyone's lips. God her mother would go beyond curdling her lips and vomit. Well Vicky liked to fuck and had the impression she was pretty good at it. Frank's inability to finish off consistently probably had her a little off-key but a good guy who knew how to use it would soon have her tuned up. Her toes wriggled involuntarily. She took coffee into Frank who smelt of stale beer. Perhaps she could place him into a health farm for rejuvenation. He'd be dried out, free of beer addiction and would return to waking each morning with an erection. Oooh, could she handle that. Yes she could, with a very ready hand orchestrating her lips. After careful deliberation, Vicky picked her potential victim, er, potential lover. Charlie West. There were seven other people who worked in the office processing small engine-related insurance claims to finality. Stiff-faced Carl who was sixty with negligible sex appeal was the manager. Owen lived with a pasty-faced guy as one would expect a guy named Owen to do and then there was Charlie plus Gloria, Eve and Shirley who didn't count, unless she planned to have a gal-on-gal encounter, which she didn't. So Charlie West it would be. Vicky took to wearing older bras to work. They were tight on her. A couple of times at the water cooler she managed to draw a breast over the arm of Charlie's suit jacket. All that did was to draw apologies from him for bumping her. He was such a gentleman. Charlie was the same age as Vicky, thirty-eight, confirmed when she read his file. He was married to Maria, a part Italian. Well Italian women reputedly went at it well before they became too fat. Maria would have married Charlie after testing he could keep his end up. Well as she'd heard Charlie say that Maria was putting on weight and the three kids were tiring her out. Oh hello! Is mommy not much interested in sex Charlie? Perhaps sweet Vicky who's only just a little chubby could put something under you? If only friendly adults could converse at that level! Vicky and Charlie got along just fine, being the two friendliest people in the office. They often lunched together. Three times recently Vicky had managed to get a knee between Charlie's knees because the tables in the lunchroom were very narrow. Each time he'd looked under the table and had seen Vicky's dress drawn up over her knees and had said, red-faced, "Oh sorry Vicky. We've bumped again." God if only he had reason to change the 'b' in bumped to an 'h'. Vicky had to stop kneeing him afraid it would draw attention from people who watch for such things. Besides, if she and Charlie were to fuck she'd prefer him thinking it was his idea. In desperation Vicky decided on a frontal assault. It bothered her that nothing she'd ever heard or read about people having affairs had indicated it was hard work setting it up. She prepared to leave for work next morning all fired up. She'd show Charlie! But as soon as she reached her car she hurried back to the bedroom to put on panties. Astonishing as it may seem she'd felt completely naked when opening the car door. Drat. That evening she didn't put her panties in the wash as usual. Vicky went to work early next day, removed them from her handbag and sniffed. Yea! Some aroma had survived. She placed them in Charlie's top drawer and slunk back to her desk and waited. She heard people getting out of the elevator and froze. Ohmigod, what if Charlie came in first and saw she was the only person in the room and then opened his top drawer? She'd die! Shirley and Eve walked in grumbling about the price of tomatoes. Behind them came Gloria adjusting her bra to get those heavy-hangers more comfortably seated poor girl. Another elevator stopped at their level and in entered Carl and Charlie talking about business news they'd watched on early morning TV. Then Owen arrived and said good morning to Charlie. Vicky was glad about that because in the way male minds work Owen would have been Charlie's prime suspect. Vicky turned her back on Charlie and using her make-up mirror pretended to be refreshing her lipstick. In the mirror she watched him open the drawer and freeze and then look around. Vicky couldn't see what other people were doing but obviously Charlie was looking around to see who was looking at him and would thereby give the game away. But Charlie's frown suggested no one appeared to be the suspect. He then bunched up the fabric and lifted it to his face and sniffed. Vicky almost screamed into an orgasm. Oh now excruciatingly sexy. Her head spun and her face burned. She snapped her bag shut, fluffed up her hair and turned out just in time to see Charlie drop the apparently non-offensive article into his trash bin. She smiled at Charlie to give herself away but then she saw Shirley smile at him and then Gloria the cow chose that moment to walk past him on the way to the photocopier and say, "Off to a good start Charlie?" God those two cows. Who did they think they were... competition? Charlie then looked directly at Vicky and she decided to wink but at that very second Carl yelled, "Got a second Charlie?' and Charlie was turning away as the wink delivered its now impotent sexy message. Charlie sat facing Gloria at lunch, eying her massive chest more or less discreetly. Vicky groaned and Owen asked kindly was something wrong. Perhaps he could rub her back. What a fucking disaster Vicky thought. She gritted a no thank you response to Owen who looked rather disappointed. God was he bi? Carl came in and called for two volunteers to work an hour late doing a mailing. "Thanks Charlie and Gloria." Vicky couldn't believe it. Charlie had raised his hand but Gloria hadn't. Gloria's protest, "But I didn't..." tailed off because Carl had hurried off. Vicky delayed her departure that afternoon until Charlie and Gloria were in Carl's office being briefed. She dug the perfectly good pair of knickers from the bottom of Charlie's half-filled trash bin and left unnoticed. Why waste money? The next afternoon during mid-afternoon coffee break Vicky found herself alone with Charlie and said, "I'll kill you if you breathe a word of this. How was it I found a pair of my panties in your trash bin?" "Your panties. Ohmigod Vicky, I was hoping they were yours. I couldn't have..." That cow Gloria walked in and that was conversation over. Vicky left the lunchroom seething. She thought, only fleetingly, about poisoning Gloria. She spent a little longer thinking about throwing Charlie over his desk and unzipping him. She then decided to give up. Perhaps she should ask if Gloria were interest in athletics with her, er in the bedroom. Oh yeah? Gloria probably weighed about 180 and that was only her boobs. Vicky shook her head. She really ought to refocus and think straight again. She checked her emails and immediately had a hot-flush, just a one-off. The email from Charlie said, 'Vikki what about a drink after work Thursday? Just you and me?' God they had worked together ten years and still he didn't know how to spell her name. She replied Charlie but changed that to Charly. 'Charly, a wonderful idea. Silicone your zip.' Ohmigod, what was she thinking she thought as she erased that last sentence. Later Charlie looked at her smiling and signaled a 'thumb up' from the hip. Oooh. Vicky wasn't particularly productive for the remainder of the day. She spent much of that time wondering about Charlie's attitude towards extramarital sex... nobody seemed to call it adultery these days. Then she began to fantasize about the size of it, wanting it modest in size but her mind built it up progressively to a rhino's size, not that she could recall seeing one. * * * They both chose Martini's at the bar. Scratching the back of his neck Charlie drawled, "Are you coming on to me?" Vicky croaked something and Charlie said that was incomprehensible. "Yes," she croaked more clearly. His brow furrowed. "I'm not sure if I know the ropes. Having sex with someone else's wife can have dire consequences all round." "Rather than have sex with someone else's wife why not fuck me? I know how to keep my mouth shut." Charlie grinned. "You've always had humor Vicky. That's why I'd been hoping those were your panties in my drawer. I've always fantasized about sinking a length into you." Vicky gurgled. "Pardon me?" "I said bring it on." "Gee, you really would like me to do it with you wouldn't you?" "Well I find your suggestion unavoidably attractive Charlie." "My suggestion?" "You mentioned having sex with someone else's wife. Clearly you meant me." "Well yes. But..." "Relax Charlie. It's a brilliant idea and I accept it one hundred percent." "You do?" "Unzip right now Charlie and I'll give you a taste of things to come." "Ah not in here." "Then where Charlie? This is your seduction. You are in charge." "Er another drink." "Yes why not?" The following weekend, as a result of astute manipulation at both households, Charlie and Vicky had arranged to eat out with 'friends' and to stay over till around 9:00 on Sunday morning. The hotel was a little seedy but then so were they being treacherous to their spouses. Charlie booked in under his own name and said to the receptionist his companion was a business associate. "I trust you two will do good business in our hotel sir," the receptionist smiled. "Pay cash and then you'll not have to explain credit card spending at home for this, um, business excursion." "Oh right, good idea." "Shall we go for a drink my love?" Charlie asked as they began walking from the counter. "No let's go to the room. You may shaft me in the elevator if you wish." "Er, er," Charlie mumbled. He appeared very relieved that another two couples followed them into the elevator. Air whistled out of Vicky's flaring nostrils when suitable worked up by Charlie's expertise and she opened wide to allow him to ram in. It was a little sudden and he was rather large but as Vicky was to find, it was eminently manageable. Although she couldn't really be that discernible she thought he'd be touching her at upper limits where no penis had ever touched her before. It was a little scary but once he got his ass moving she was taken on that familiar journey but this time with a few embellishments that added gloss. He tongued Vicky while pumping until she groaned and groaned signally she was ready to explode so he stopped kissing, allowing her to suck in extra urgently needed air. He then kept her interest up and pinched her nipples and then pulled them outwards until she was almost ready to scream. He must have read her eyes because he gently eased back. She sighed in relief and told him he was wonderful. Still on his knees in the springy bed Charlie yanked her legs over his shoulders and jammed his dick in as far as it would go, making her eyes feel as if they were spinning. They were certainly dilating. He then pulled right out and without having to steer slammed it back in. Well she was big enough at her age to give a wider target. He did that several times and she was whinnying. It was a wonder hotel security weren't thumping on the door asking if they had a horse in their room. Sweat was pouring off them and Charlie began rocking between her legs, sending sensuous shock waves through her vagina and suddenly she just bellowed and convulsed repeatedly, flooding over his dick, balls and her thighs. "Jesus," he yelled, pulling out, ripping off the condom and spraying her belly and tits. It was obscene. They were red-faced, panting with sweat and cum running everywhere amd they looked like two naughty kids who'd wandered off from a Sunday School picnic to discover if they could kill each other simply be having forbidden sex. "Ohmigod, I'm dying," she groaned as Charlie handed her one towel and began wiping his undercarriage with the other towel. "Nah, you're just a mite out of condition and haven't had robust sex for quite a while. At least that's my guess," he smirked. "Notwithstanding that you were great, fucking great in fact. It's been a long time since I've made a woman gush like that. You were so in tune with me." "Was I?" Vicky yawned. "I had the funny feeling I was fighting for survival." Charlie cackled away looking pleased and she was glad she'd allowed Charlie full-on access. God, what would she be like going home tomorrow?" Also yawning Charlie said, "Come on, into the shower with you young lady and then down to dinner to get your strength back up for tonight's session. Do you like taking it up the rear?" "I really don't know. I've heard it hurts." Vicky wondered why Charlie was eyeing her with that toothy grin. Did he like her? Next morning Vicky tried not to walk bandy-legged as she entered the house. No one was home. She found a note from the kids advising they'd not be home and Frank obviously had not slept at home because the bed was made up and the room tidy. "Christ what a decadent, dysfunctional family we are." Vicky yawned and staggered off to bed. She was ever so happy. Charlie had told her she was perfect for anal fucking, bellowing so much he came within minutes in excitement instead of having to slap-bang for twenty minutes or sometimes much longer, fearing he'd be mutilating his dick if the passage was too tight. She was exactly right for him... a velvet lined tunnel, he'd said. He also said she was succulently ripe for an affair so they must work out how they could rip at least one off a week without going to the expense of taking a hotel room. She was unable to make a suggestion. Charlie said his divorced sister wouldn't mind them using her apartment provided she could join them. Initially Vicky was horrified at the thought of a threesome but already she was getting used to the idea. At least it would provide a venue. The whole purpose of the exercise anyway was to get back into sex. She was wondering how she would meet someone else when Charlie tired of her but felt herself falling asleep without answering that thought. THE END Ripe For The Picking Sitting on her bed after her morning shower, Hannah brushed her long golden blonde hair. Wrapped around herself was her favorite soft white cotton towel which clung to her sensual, soft curves like a second skin. After she was satisfied she had gotten out all the tangles, she got up from the bed and made her way to her closet to find something cute to wear. Today was the day she had been waiting so long for, her 18th birthday. Every since she could remember she had waited for this day. Even though she had always felt more mature than her peers, she had often longed for the officialness of being considered an adult by the law and everyone else around her. The independence that comes with being of age also excited her, as her parents had often sheltered her for most of her life. She now could finally move out and make her own way in the world. Caught up in her dreams she found herself startled by the sound of the doorbell downstairs. Frowning to herself she debated on whether or not to quickly change or just answer the door in the towel. Assuming whoever was downstairs would probably have left by the time she got dressed, she decided to make her way down to see who had rudely interrupted her reverie. It was probably just the delivery guy bringing Aunt Emmy's yearly birthday gift of ugly plaid socks anyway. She had never understood why she never got the hint, even though Aunt Emmy had witnessed her throwing them away on several occasions. Opening the door with a nostalgic smirk, she was quickly taken by surprise to find her dad's long time friend standing on her doorstep. Throwing her arms around herself to make sure the towel was still securely around her she stuttered. "R-r-roger??..What are you doing here?" Roger smiled that same boyish grin that he always had, making him look much younger than his 39 years. "Yep, it's me. You don't seem too happy to see me birthday girl." His smile faded a bit. "Is everything alright?" Hannah felt herself blushing suddenly from embarrassment, her face noticeably flushed. "Oh um..Yeah of course! I just..I didn't expect to see you..I thought you were still in New York working on The Marzini case..." Roger was a lawyer who had spent the past 6 months on a high profile case that was all over the tabloids and afternoon news. She wasn't exactly sure of all the details except it had something to do with his client being a drug cartel for the mafia. Her or her father hadn't heard a word from Roger since then, until now. "I couldn't miss your 18th birthday could I? Besides, I needed a break from all the hustle and bustle of the big city." Only noticing just then that Hannah was in a towel, he found himself looking her up and down slowly, his eyes seeming to fixate on her pert supple breasts. "Roger?" Hannah's sweet soft tone seemed to do the trick of snapping him back into reality. "Sorry..Uh..Is Mike around? I haven't seen him in ages, and it would be nice to catch up on old times." Hannah shook her head and sighed. "Nope, you know daddy. He's been at the bar since 9 and said he won't be back until this afternoon. Roger nodded solemnly knowing all too well about Michael's drinking problem. Not wanting to ruin her day he quickly changes the subject. "Well, can I come in? I have something for you." Hannah's eyes lit up as she moves out of the way to allow Roger inside. He gave her a playful winks before walking over to the couch and helping himself to a seat. Hannah eagerly rushed over and sat down beside him feeling a bit giddy at the thought of a gift from Roger. She had always had a crush on him, and the thought of him having something for her excited her greatly. After a few moments of anticipation she giggled. "Weeell, what is it?" Roger seemed to be lost in another world, the world that was situated right under her towel. Prying his eyes away from her perfectly smooth waxed pussy, he found himself relieved that in Hannah's excitement, she was oblivious to the fact her sweet moist cunt was in plain view. Roger smiled. "Close your eyes.." Hannah did as she was told and shut her eyes tightly. "And no peaking!" he added swiftly. Roger Reached into his pocket and pulled out a small blue box with the words "Tiffany and Co." elegantly printed across it's top. Hoping it would be enough to distract her from his very obvious erection he handed it to her. "Ok now you can open it." Hannah opened her eyes and looked down at the box. Gasping she quickly unravelled the bow and plied open the box with her delicate fingers. Squealing in delight she pulled out a gorgeously flawless diamond necklace. "Oh my god! This must have cost a fortune!" she panted as her trembling fingers placed the necklace back into the box, not wanting to damage it in any way. Roger was grinning from ear to ear now, his hand brushing against hers to take the necklace out of the box. "Yeah, but it was worth it just to see the look on your face. Turn around and I'll help you put it on. These small clasps are always a pain to do yourself." Hannah turned around as instructed but continued to babble on and gush about how thankful she was of such a beautiful gift. Roger reached around and draped the necklace around her neck before using his hands to sensually move her hair to one side. Fastening the ends, he admired how soft her skin was, and tried to name the scent of her hair in his mind. It smelled like wild jasmine and warm fragrant vanilla. His erection was now throbbing painfully against his pants begging to be unleashed. Against better judgement and now only driven by primal lust, Roger found his hands moving over Hannah's back. Caressing her shoulders he felt her stiffen at his touch. For a moment he thought he had made a grave mistake by touching her in such a way, but as if to reassure him, Hannah relaxed her body and pressed herself into his palms. Undoubtedly relieved by this he decided to test his luck further, moving his hands to untuck the towel he slowly let it fall from her body. His heart began to race at the sight of her perfectly toned back and firm round ass. Hannah, as if on cue, turned around to face Roger. As she stood up, he felt his heart fall at the thought of her leaving and branding him an old pervert, banishing him, but instead she reached down between her legs and began to rub herself. Sighing with pleasure she found herself gazing into Roger's eyes, willing him out of his clothes. Returning her gaze, she didn't have to utter a single word for him to know what she wanted. Unzipping his pants he slid them off with ease before standing up himself to press his body to hers. Hannah's hands trembled as she precariously began to unbutton his shirt, a long seemingly endless tease. Unfastening the last button she eagerly slid it off of him to reveal a pleasant surprise of a muscular and well toned body. Looking up at him with her sensual fuck me eyes, she got down on her knees and began to stroke his cock over his boxers, his erection leaving an outline of his manhood beneath the thin fabric. No longer being able to take any more of her teasing, he pulled his underwear down allowing his cock to be released from it's constraints. Smiling softly, Hannah took Roger's stiff cock in her hand and began to lick up and down it's length, her other hand softly massaging his balls. Roger gasped and moaned as he placed his hand on her head, gently stroking her hair as she worked his pole. Wanting to feel Roger's entire length in her mouth, she eagerly slid his cock between her soft pouty lips and began to bob her head up and down rhythmically. Pumping in and out of her soft wet mouth he reached down to gently cup a breast in his hand, gently rolling and plying her soft now erect nipple. Knowing he wouldn't be unable to control himself if he allowed her to continue sucking him off, he hesitantly withdrew himself from the warmth and wetness. Lying down on the couch he took her by the hand and had her straddle him with those long sensual legs. Holding her hips with his hands, he teased her pussy lips open slowly before pushing himself as deeply as he could inside of her. Moaning simultaneously, Hannah leaned into him and began kissing him with feverish passion, her lips parting his to explore the unfound wonders that lie just beyond. Moving his hips, thrusting slowly inside her velvet walls, Roger felt as if he could explode at any moment. He had never felt such tightness or wetness as he was feeling now with Hannah. Her pussy seemed to be squeezing and milking him, eager to fill itself with his hot white liquid life. Not ready for this blissful moment to end, he pulled his cock out and began to rub his shaft between Hannah's soft smooth pussy lips. He gave himself just enough time to allow the inevitable orgasm to wane, before plunging himself back inside of her. Now with more stamina than ever before, he began pumping quickly in and out of her, fully appreciating the texture and curves surrounding his member. Reaching up to Hannah's luscious tits he held onto them, massaging them as he pounded her deep and hard, building up speed and keeping it until he felt her tremble from somewhere deep inside, her body quivering and convulsing in his arms as she was in the throws of a powerful orgasm. The sensation of her juices flowing down his rod made it impossible to hold out anylonger. Moaning loudly he pushed himself so deeply inside her that he was sure that for an instance, they were one. It felt as if he were having 5 orgasms at once as he unloaded a steady stream of cum into her womb, his strong arms pulling her close to cradle her body against his own. Exhausted, he looks her over and smiles, looking deeply into her eyes he whispers into her ear "If I knew you'd liked the necklace this much I would have bought two." Laughing softly she sighs. "There's always next year.." Ripe Fruit It was the summer vacation and my parents were at work. I was sunbathing in the backyard, laying semi-prone on a lounger by the pool and wearing just my shorts. The wooden deck on my side of the pool was not overlooked by any other house. On three sides of the pool a high concrete wall on the boundary encloses it, with our house doing the same on the fourth. It was either the warmth of the sun or the tight grip of the shorts that made my cock start to rise. I felt a pleasant and gradual swelling – a sensation of elasticity with reserve for even more growth. It wasn't until the foreskin started peeling back I realised I had tightened my butt muscles to enjoy an increasingly delightful self-arousal. Even though I knew no one could see, I looked around to be sure. It wasn't the first time I'd decided to jerk off by the pool but it's not something you want the embarrassment of being caught out doing. My cock felt smooth and sensitive after I slipped my hand inside the waistband of my shorts, the overall stiffness growing as I pressed the shaft and cupped the head with my fingertips. The shorts became constricting, keeping my cock from rising. Lifting my butt, I pushed the waistband down until my cock sprang free. The elastic came to rest gripping the underside of my balls. Gripping my hardened prize, with the foreskin peeled right back and the head swollen to three times its normal size – or so it looked – I was about to start jerking-off when I heard a stifled giggle. Panicked, I tried unsuccessfully to cram my huge boner back in my shorts. Julie, the girl from next door, was leaning on top of the wall, looking down at me. "So this is what you do when you're alone," she said. At eighteen, she was the cutest blonde chick in our high school cheerleader squad. It was bad enough she'd caught me at it, worse that I couldn't get my cock to go soft enough to fit back in my shorts. I wanted to sink into the ground and never show my face at school again. "Don't put it away," she said when I tried to again. "What?" "I'd like you to leave it out for me to see." I stopped struggling with it, wondering if she was making fun of my predicament. She added, "I didn't mean to stop you doing what you were before." My face started to burn. "It's okay," she said with a sweet smile that made me feel even stiffer. "I know guys like to do that to themselves." Julie – not only popular but a year ahead of me at school – had always seemed unattainable. I'd never expected she'd talk to me, let alone be in a situation where'd she see my proudly sprouting cock. "What are you doing up there?" It was all I could think to say. "I climbed a ladder to pick some grapes." She brushed a blonde fringe back from her dark blue eyes. "And I saw something else that was really ripe." She giggled sexily. "I rather like it." It was the last thing I expected to hear any girl say, let alone Julie. It was stimulus enough to make me clench my butt cheeks again, trying to make sure my cock looked as stiff as it could for her, wanting to show it at its best. "Oh my," she said, "that really is big." No other words could have been sweeter to my ears. "I like watching you touch it," she told me. "Like this?" I made it bob around in my fingers. "Oh yes!" Her blue eyes were big and round. I got the impression, even with her looks, it was the first time she'd seen a penis other than in a flaccid state – and then probably only her little brother's. I couldn't imagine a guy's remaining like that in her company for long. I thought, hopefully, that all the guys in her year might think she was way out of their league too. Either she didn't date much or she was a nymphomaniac, I speculated. I wasn't sure what that was, but I'd heard other guys refer to girls as nymphos if they reckoned they liked sex a lot – something that didn't make them crazy in my eyes. "Can I come down there and watch?" "Watch?" "While you jerk off – you know." "I wasn't going to do that," I lied. "Oh." She looked disappointed. "I could do it if you wanted me to." "Will you go all the way?" I knew she meant me, not us. I nodded, holding my cock in a preparatory way. She climbed on top of the wall then lowered herself down to my side. Her legs were long, tanned, and bare coming out of tight shorts. She had, I saw, when she turned round, tied the ends of her shirt in a knot baring her midriff. She looked at me, shy from being so close, and hesitated about leaving the base of the wall. "It doesn't bite," I said. "Does it bark?" She giggled cutely. "It just spits like a cobra," I blurted proudly. "That's very bad-mannered of it," she teased. "I thought seeing it spit was what you wanted?" "I hadn't thought about it in those terms." She sounded very mature. "I'd pictured it more like a fountain." "I spits," I asserted. "Like lava out of an exploding volcano." She hugged herself theatrically. "That gives me goose bumps!" "Are you going to come any closer?" "No. I don't want to get any hot lava on me when it erupts." She couldn't seem to take her eyes of it. "What do you have to do to make it spit?" "Milk it like this," I demonstrated. "It hasn't happened." "I'm holding back." "Why?" "Because I like you looking at it." "I shouldn't be." She seemed to be having qualms. "You'll get the wrong impression about me." "I won't tell if you won't." "It can be our secret." Her eyes were warm and intimate. It made me feel as if we were in a relationship. I was prepared to do anything for her. She seemed to like it when I pumped my cock some more. She stared at my manhood and I stared at her bare midriff and the crotch of her shorts. She stepped closer, as if mesmerised, and finally sat on the end of the lounger near my feet. "Can I touch it?" I took my hand away immediately to give her full access. My cock stayed upright by itself in anticipation. She reached out and tentative fingertips touched the head where fluid had leaked out. Her hand flicked back, as if she'd made contact with a live wire. She giggled nervously. "I've never touched one before – except my little brother's – with a flannel when I'm washing him in the bath." "You can hold it in your hand if you like." She shook her head. "I'd get grounded for life if my parents found out I'd even watched you." "Mine won't be home for hours." "Nor will mine." We grinned at each other then looked back at the swollen organ that had brought us together. "Can I really hold it?" "If that's what you'd like," I tried hard to be polite. I couldn't believe it was happening – not with the prettiest girl in school and not with my cock out in front of her. "You won't – you know – if I do?" "Not if you don't want me to." She wrinkled her nose. "I don't know if I should..." "I promise I won't come." Shyly she reached out, and then cautiously wrapped her soft hand – smaller than mine – around the shaft. I would have ejaculated if I hadn't bitten my lip and fought back the rising tide in my groin. My cock was actually in a girl's hand! Incredibly, it belonged to one of the most popular girls at school. And I could never tell anyone. "It feels so hard!" She squeezed experimentally. "I guess it has to get that way so it can spit." She released the pressure but slid her hand lower to make a ring with her thumb and forefinger. She used it to press down at the base of the shaft to see how long she could make my cock look, thrusting the erection upwards. On display like that, she admired it for a long time. "Will you teach me how to milk it?" "You just wrap your fingers around it like I did and move them up and down, like you're pumping." "Like this?" she asked. I groaned to show her she'd gotten it right and because I couldn't help it. She pumped more enthusiastically, causing me more joy and pain than pleasure. "Gentler," I said. She moved her hand more slowly and I felt my cum rising again. I only had to thrust into her hand to explode, but I had other ideas. "When you were a kid did you ever play you-show-me-yours and I'll-show-you-mine?" "No. Never. Did you?" "I waited until now." Julie flushed. I realised I'd ruined it by saying the wrong thing. "Just kidding." "I'd better go," she said, standing. I put my hand back on my cock, drawing her attention to it again. I said, "I'm sorry if I offended you." "It's my fault for coming over the wall and touching you." She looked up at the wall then back at me. "Can I go out through the house?" "Sure." I tried to sound manly but, after Julie's, my own hand felt disappointing. My erection was even starting to flop to one side. She took note of it. "Will you be all right?" There was gentleness and regret in her voice. "I guess." She took a step as if to leave then hesitated. "I'm glad the first boy I ever touched was you." "I'm glad too." I'd never said anything more sincerely. "I'm a year ahead of you at school," she said. "We could never go out together." "I know." It didn't seem to matter as much as her having touched me. She looked less happy. "At least we've shared this," I said. She smiled warmly. "Our secret." "Our secret," I echoed, knowing how precious it was. A little grin raised the corners of her mouth. "I'll have to avoid ever looking over the wall again." "I'm glad you did this time." She turned away reluctantly. "I'd better go." "I wish you'd stay." She turned. "To do what? I don't show myself to boys." "You wanted to see it spit." If she hadn't said it first, I would never have had the nerve to bring it up. Julie shook her head, her blonde curls bobbing. "You did want to before." "You were stiffer then." "I could get that way again." "By seeing me?" I gulped, "That would make it easier, but even without." "Do you want me to touch you again?" "Yes please." She grinned at my eagerness. "No holding back this time?" "No." She took a step closer. "I'll do it for you just this once. It looks so good when it stands up stiff and straight." Sitting closer than she had before, she started fondling my cock back to full erection, occasionally making eye contact with me. On one of those occasions, she said unexpectedly, "You know you're one of the best looking boys at school. A lot of the girls would want to do this for you if they got the chance." I got over the surprise. "There's only one I want to though." "Who's that?" Julie's hand went still. "The girl from next door." Julie's blue eyes sparkled. "Sue-Anne from down the back?" "No ...the one who climbs the wall looking for ripe fruit." "I think I've found them. They're like two kiwifruit..." she cupped them gently in her hand "...and full of seeds and juice." "And bursting," I groaned. Her hand slipped back to the shaft. "Is it ready to spurt out for me now?" She pumped in just the right way. I felt the tension building, each up and down movement of her hand an exquisite delight. I didn't want it to end but she increased the pace, sensing how close I was. Then my jism was gushing up and my cock jerking in her hand. There was a wet splatter of cum on her shirt afterwards, and a last dribble running down her fingers. She took them off my cock and wiped them on the side of her shorts. She didn't seem to have noticed where most of it had spurted. Not knowing what to say to each other, we both watched my cock slowly droop. I'd never felt closer to anyone or more separated at the same time. She took a breath and looked down at me. "I'm going to have to wash my clothes before my mother gets home." Her face broke into a cheeky grin. I grinned back at her and tucked my flaccid cock back in my shorts, and said, "I hope that makes me look decent again? Even enough for your mother." Julie looked down at my crotch. "My mother would prefer it if boys didn't have sex organs at all – at least where I'm concerned." "Doesn't she let you date?" "Hardly anyone asks me out anyway." "That's because you're so terrifically beautiful," I blurted out. "They're afraid you'll turn them down." She looked pleased. "Really?" "For sure." We went on talking for an hour. "Maybe I'll come back and see you again tomorrow," she said finally, getting up. I couldn't believe my luck. "No, not to do that again," she dashed my hopes. "Just to spend time together." "That would be great!" Julie came back the next two days and it was almost like having her as a girlfriend. We acted companionably, as if we'd never shared any sexual intimacy. There was mutual attraction but she kept her distance, aware of the gap at school that separated us socially. I loved her company but I ached for more. On the third day, she came over the wall in her bikini and I really suffered. She just wanted to swim. I joined her for a little while, then climbed out, sat on the diving board, and just watched her move through the water. She was the most captivating sight I'd ever seen. After two more lengths of the pool, she trod water below me, looking up at where I sat. I had a rather obvious erection pushing up the fabric of my swim-shorts. "Do you still want me to show you mine?" Her voice was low and husky. I didn't know what to say. So much blood had engorged my prick I felt light-headed. "Yes or no?" "Yes." She turned and swam to the other end of the pool. There, she sat on a bottom step, with just her head and shoulders out of the water, and reached behind her back. Her top came off and she tossed it up to the side of the pool. With her hands below the surface, she then wriggled out of the bottom of her bikini, which ended up in the same place. I couldn't see anything, but just knowing she was naked under the water made my erection ache. She slipped lower, until only her head was above the surface then began swimming towards me. The nearer she got, the more naked she looked, until she'd stopped just below me. The deeper into the water I tried to see the less detail was visible. "Are you going to let me see yours?" She had an impish grin. I leapt to my feet and shed my shorts for her without hesitation. She could have asked for anything. "Since you like seeing mine that much," she stared at my elevated penis, "why don't you come back in the water with me." I dived in, needing no more encouragement. When I broke the surface, I saw that she had swum to the side of the pool and was holding on to the gutter with one hand. I swam over to her and did the same. It was clear in her eyes she wanted to be kissed. I moved my head towards her tentatively and hers came towards mine. Our lips touched. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. When I got over the first wonderful sensations I became overwhelmed by the thought that not only was I kissing Julie Blake but, just inches away from me, she was nude. We were staring into each other's eyes. That led to more kissing; she was the first to use her tongue. I almost came. "Have you done it before?" She was misty-eyed. "No." I couldn't pretend with her. "Do you know how?" "I think so." "I want you to be the first." The enormity of her wish swept over me. We kissed again, even more passionately. This time she pressed her body against mine. Her breasts, hips, and legs were moulding themselves to me. I reached with my free arm to hug her closer, feeling her bare back under my hand. My cock brushed the wiry blonde hair between her legs, and it was like an electric shock of pleasure. She gave a little gasp and kissed me even more ardently. "I want you so much," she begged, covering my face with kisses and holding on round my neck. I swung her back against the side of the pool so that I could hold the ledge with both hands and pinion her against the smooth tiles. She shocked me by wrapping her legs around my hips and sliding down onto my erection. Her mouth cupped mine. Down lower, something beautifully soft started sliding back and forward on the head of my cock. She was breathing deeply. "Can you go inside me under water?" "I don't know if people can do it that way." "Perhaps we should get out first." I nodded. "We could go to my room." "I'd like that." We swam to the ladder side by side, still eying each other. I held onto it while she put her arms around me again and fitted her body against mine. My cock felt as if it would burst. We kissed some more, as if it was only possble to part for a few seconds at a time. "You go first," she whispered. I climbed the steps and turned. She was already starting up and I saw her for the first time out of the water. At the top rung she hesitated, gripping the handrails. Shy, she crossed her thighs, enclosing the intimate view I'd had between them. It broke the spell. "I'll get some towels." I brought them back to where she stood on the side of the pool and gave her one. We stood face to face and I reached out with my towel instinctively, wanting to dry her blonde curls. She not only let me but also did the same with my wet hair, smiling happily. I moved the towel to her breasts. They felt wonderful even through the fluffy cloth. She blotted my chest with her towel. I dried her midriff, then she turned round before I could go any lower. While I dried her back, she used her towel between her legs. As soon as she turned towards me again we came together, unable to resist each other. My cock flattened against her soft belly. We kissed deeply. "You feel so good!" "So do you," I echoed before her lips found mine again. "I really do want you!" She pressed hard against me to prove it. It felt natural to run my hands down to her buttocks and draw her even more firmly against my manhood, which ached as if it would never stop. "Where's your bedroom?" I took her hand and led her upstairs. She paused by the doorway while I closed the curtains then came over to the bed so that we could lie on it together. We moved into an embrace. French kissing increased our arousal. It was she who lifted her leg over mine and reached with her hand to bring my stiff cock up to her crotch. I felt the softest touch I'd ever experienced. Her slit grew increasingly slippery as she moved it against me. The softness yielded to the head of my cock, gradually swelling around it in a warm enveloping clasp. Julie groaned ecstatically. I felt her hand on my hard shaft again. She used it to move the head back and forward in the taunt ring that confined it. I sought her mouth with mine once more. My cock suddenly sunk deeper, and she let go of it. All my concentration focussed on the sensation of having my engorged member in Julie's wet cunt, even if only part way. It felt incredible! I remembered reading somewhere that the first time could be painful for a girl. "Does it hurt," I asked her, hoping it didn't. "A little. I think my hymen tore." I felt terrible about injuring her. "Do you want me to stop?" "No. That's supposed to happen the first time ... I read about it." Her voice brightened, "It just means I'm not a virgin anymore." Our gaze met. "Are you bleeding?" She giggled, her vagina wriggling on my cock. "I don't know. I'm too wet to tell." "Are you sure you don't want me to stop?" "Do you want to?" "I don't want to hurt you." "I want you all the way inside me." My cock went into a spasm. "I liked that!" Julie pressed closer with her hips, pushing my cock further up into her vagina. "Do you want to lie on top of me?" I nodded numbly, unable to imagine anything that could be as perfect. She drew away, her warm, soft sheath sliding off my cock. It left a terrible yearning, as if I could only be complete when joined with her down there. Ripe Fruit She rolled over onto her back, beautifully nude, her eyes bright and inviting. As I lifted on one elbow to look at her, she opened her legs. She was the first real girl I had ever seen without pants on and she looked lovelier than pictures in Playboy. The hair on her pubes was blonde, still damp from the pool, and her opening was cupped by delicate pink labia. It looked too small to take anything as large as my boner, even though it had. "Are you sure I won't hurt you?" She just opened her legs wider. I shifted between them and, looking down, used my hand to guide the tip of my cock to the very visible entrance of her vagina. I heard her intake of breath as I started penetrating. I pushed slowly, letting her stretch around me gradually, easing further in as her cunt yielded a pathway. I thrust the last few inches, pushing her breath out, and was in all the way. Julie, the most beautiful girl in the entire school lay under me. Her pubic bone felt hard against mine and I was scared to move in case I woke up from a dream, or hurt her. I still couldn't believe she'd given me access to the most private parts of her body. She began with little movements of her vagina. I stopped thinking about anything and just experienced wet, sexual stimulation with a sharply rising need to come. We got into a rhythm which became faster and faster. I actually came in the middle of her climax – and before the risk of making her pregnant even occurred to me. That thought made me lift off her and quickly withdraw, though too late, my cock slippery from the juices of her cunt, a totally new sensation. I touched the wetness on my member with my fingertips so that I could feel what had come from inside her. I wanted to bring it to my tongue to taste, but I couldn't do it in front of Julie; she might think it was perverted. Finally, our eyes met. Julie's were kind of misty. I guess we both felt pretty good about coming together, neither one failing the other. Even though she was a couple of months older I started to feel a little bit like a thief having taken her virginity. I didn't have words to tell her how beautiful it had been or how much it meant to me. She grinned at me unexpectedly. "Now I'll probably get pregnant." I felt devastated. "Next time you'll have to wear a condom," she said. The significance of her words made me forget what she'd said first. "Do you mean you're going to be my girlfriend?" "It means I like having sex with you." That quashed my expectations. "That's all right, isn't it?" She lifted her legs away from me and sat up. "Maybe next time we can do it in my room." She was still the most desirable girl in school and I had become the luckiest guy. I wasn't going to complain. "You're always welcome to come over anytime for anything," I told her. She grinned. "Maybe we could even do it one day when your parents are home." In our heads we considered the enormity of her idea. After a pause, while she let me admire her nipples, she asked, "Can you loan me a shirt and a pair of shorts to go home in?" She hesitated. "And don't forget – this stays our secret or it's all over and I'll say nothing ever happened." "If I bragged about it, no one would believe me, anyhow – not that I want to." I got up to find her what she'd asked for. As I watched her step into the shorts and pull them up her legs I knew I wouldn't get them washed when they came back. I wanted to wear them straight after. "I'll come back to your place with you to collect the clothes," I said as she started buttoning the shirt. "I didn't say I was ready to do it my bed this soon." She giggled. "I just thought you'd want to change into your own things when you got home." "Do you want to watch me doing that?" Her eyes flirted. "I'll never get sick of seeing you getting dressed or undressed." "Come on then," she took my hand and I followed, knowing I wanted to be inside her once more – likely as much as she wanted me. Maybe by the time we got to her room, my body would be as ready as my heart.