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From the files of Cleo: Thanks to the twins for their story.

I’m one of identical twin sisters, age 28. Let me emphasis “identical,” even to the tiny mole under our left breast. As children, our mother could tell the difference most of the time, but after we reached the teens we even managed to fool her occasionally. I’m Cass and my “baby sister” born a few minutes later, is Tess. As twins usually are, we are very close. Maybe closer even than most twins. When she’s sad, I’m sad, when she’s happy, well . . . you can see how it goes.

It physically pains me to see her unhappy and I know she feels the same about me. We share everything, and we have since we were old enough to know how. We even share husbands now, but they are blissfully unaware of it. My story is about how we arrived at this point in our lives.

It started in high school, the identity-switching thing, I mean. I excel at Physical Ed and Math, while Tess stinks in both. She glides through science and biology subjects, and I struggle in home economics and the sciences. I’m probably a smidgen more mature than Tess. I have a slightly cooler demeanor and am certainly more adventurous than my sister, but we can mimic each other for extended periods of time without falling out of character.

Our high school was a large establishment of intercity learning, with lots of rules. One rule was that family members weren’t allowed to attend the same classes simultaneously, so Tess and I were required to stagger our classes – a constant source of stress and irritation for us both. Although we’d experimented with fooling people about who we were a few times, it’d mostly been done in fun.

That changed when Tess freaked-out about a looming math test, for which she was totally unprepared. She’d been upset for nearly a week, and I’d rigorously groomed her for it but with little improvement. I caught her sobbing the previous afternoon in the gym.

“Tessie! What’s wrong? If someone hurt you I’ll . . .”

“No, Sis. Nobody hurt me. It’s that stupid midterm tomorrow. I can’t do it! If I blow my grade-point average on this, I’ll just . . . kill myself!” she sobbed dramatically.

Occasionally, Tess had a tendency to be a drama queen, but I could sense real anguish in her tone this time. I held her against my breasts, letting cry it out, trying to formulate a plan to help her. Finally, I said, “Don’t worry about it, baby sister. I’ll take it for you.”

“Do . . . do you . . .? Oh Cassie, I love you.”

I took her math test the next day, and needless to say she maxed it. I have to admit, when it came time for me to take my Biology exam I made an “A” too, thanks to Tess’s repayment of the favor. We continued doing that all year and no one ever caught on. In our senior year we double-dated a lot, and sometimes switched places right in the middle of the evening without our dates noticing.

Neither of us was promiscuous, never going farther than French-kissing and letting a guy feel a nipple once in a while. We vowed early-on that we’d remain virgins until our weddings, which we planned would be a double wedding. We decided the perfect situation would be if we married twins. That wasn’t to be however, but I’m getting ahead of my story.

After high school, Tess and I attended the same university, lucky enough to room together in the same dorm. We’d filled out nicely and knew we looked good, as guys seemed to beat a path to our doors. We laughingly agreed they were probably just intrigued by doing “the dirty deed” with a set of twins. That wasn’t going to happen, we vowed. We still double-dated a lot, but sometimes went on our own dates alone, after first renewing our vow to remain virgins.

During our sophomore year we met two guys we instantly knew we’d someday marry. I won’t go into all the boring details but they were cousins and best friends, and the four of us were like the Musketeers, never far away from the others. Erick, the boy I feel in love with was tall, blond, athletic and extremely handsome in a Nordic fashion – his parents being Scandinavian. He was a central sports figure at our university, playing football, basketball and baseball.

His cousin, Martian, had an Italian dad and was darker, shorter and barrel-chested. He was a little wild and impulsive, which complimented Erick’s coolness. Marty wrestled for our school wrestling team, and went to State competition twice. Tess was smitten with him immediately.

We secretly admitted to each other that we could’ve fallen in love with either man, because there was that much attraction. We also had the impression that our guys felt the same. There were no secrets between Tess and me about our feelings for these two guys or about our activities on dates with them – no matter how heated things got.

We knew every time the other one let one of the guys pinch their nipple, or, when petting sessions got so hot we let them slip a finger inside our smoldering virgin pussies. With our raging hormones fighting for control everything seemed new and exciting, mecidiyeköy eskort and we explored – up to a point.

As things progressed, we also told each other about the dry- humps we’d given the guys because they’d gotten so worked up while kissing us that they suffered from “blue-balls.” Although we sympathized with their discomfort and we’d readily admitted to each other that we wanted it just as much as the guys did, we none-the-less vowed we’d hold off until after we were married. Mere months went by until we were both asked to marry the loves of our lives as soon as we graduated. A double wedding was planned, just as we’d always envisioned. We were on cloud nine!

By the end of our sophomore year, we’d both progressed to frequent hand-jobs to keep our guys sane. It was fun discussing our guys’ obvious endowments with each other, as well as exploring the exciting prospects of them taking our virginities. We discussed it often, admitting it was sexually frustrating as hell, but we were committed to our celibacy vow!

Lying in our beds in our dark dorm room late one night, Tess blurted out, “Martian is hung like a can of Red Bull. The crown on his penis is as big as a light bulb! I don’t know how he’d even get that thing inside me! When he cums he shoots all over the place like a water hose! It’s sticky and I have to wash my hands immediately. Once, some of it even shot up into my hair and on my face! It was icky! “

I lifted up on my elbows staring in her direction in the darkened room. I couldn’t see her face, but I didn’t need to. I knew her expression. “He’s circumcised, Tess?”

“Yes. And the head on his . . . thing . . . is . . . enormous!” She giggled softly. “Feels really good in my hands though. Until it gets all messy.”

Later near sleep while envisioning what she’d told me I mentally compared the description of Martian’s endowments to Erick’s. Erick wasn’t circumcised and his foreskin fascinated me. I’d played with his penis numerous times by then, enjoying it tremendously each time I felt it throbbing and pulsating against my palm as it spurted his copious seed.

He always kept a box of tissues in the rear floorboard of his truck, for that purpose. He made quite a mess when he ejaculated too, warm and sticky surges that smelled faintly like bleach, inexplicably exciting me. I hadn’t found it icky at all! In fact, I secretly wished we’d do it during the daylight sometime so I could see when he released.

Based upon Tessie’s description of Marty’s oversized penis I was a little surprised to learn that maybe every man wasn’t exactly the same size, after all. While Erick wasn’t as “thick as a can of Red Bull,” he was still quite hefty and certainly longer than that!

Tess’s remark made me think about how it’d feel to have that large thing pummeling me, the warm sticky fluid he expelled shooting deep inside me instead of being wasted on a tissue. As I contemplated it, my hand sneaked under the covers to touch my swollen clit. I thought I heard Tess breathing rather heavily, too, and smiled.

A few weeks later we were going on one of our rare split-dates because Martian had somehow obtained two tickets for a Beastie Boys concert, and Erick was taking me to an exclusive roof-top restaurant for dinner. I loved concerts and Tess loved dining out, so the decision came natural to us after a while. Tess was the first to offer it up for discussion.

“Why don’t you go to the concert with Marty and I’ll have the lobster?” she said, half-joking. Suddenly, we stared at each other like it was just too obvious. We talked about it late into the night, doing all the “what-ifs.”

“What about kissing?” I finally asked. “You know the guys are going to want to make-out afterwards. They’ll want hand-jobs at the least, after all money they’re going to spend on us.”

Tess giggled, covering her mouth, embarrassed. “You mean I’ll finally get to see that super-long dong you keep saying Erick has?”

We finally agreed that kissing, tit-groping and hand-jobs would be okay. We reaffirmed our chastity vows and went to sleep.

When Martian showed up for his “date,” Tess wore a short black dress, her hair piled high on top her head and large looping earrings. I wore a pony-tail, t-shirt and shorts. Dressed that way, it was easy for him to assume I was Tess, on my way to a concert. Martian just walked up and gave me a big wet kiss, his tongue darting between my lips for just an instant, letting me have some clue of what might follow later. I glanced at Tess, my face burning.

She smiled, looking a little uncertain as I left with Martian without the reassurance I’d wanted from her. I knew she and Erick would be doing the same kissing thing later, but I found I wasn’t as jealous as I probably should’ve been. If it’d been anyone but Tessie I’d have scratched her eyes out.

The concert was wild and exciting, people screaming and acting a little nuts and my heart pounding the entire time. At some point Martian moved behind me, wrapping escort bayan his arms around my waist and pulling me tightly against him. With all the jostling, pushing and shoving going on around us it wasn’t long before the inevitable happened – Martian had an erection, poking insistently against my butt.

Unnoticed by the rowdy crowd around us, his hands slowly slid under my t-shirt, cupping my breasts. I had to admit, he was pretty good with titties. My nipples grew hard as my breathing grew shorter under his masterful manipulations.

What the hell, I thought. Tess is probably doing the same thing with Erick right now. I let my body relax a little, leaning back against him, my hips swaying with the music. He groaned softly in my ear, giving some indication what my ass was doing to him. I could tell that Tess had been right about the size of Martian’s penis. It felt like a fence post rubbing up against me.

That insistent poking, along with the music and the crowd going wild, was very exciting! I could feel how wet I’d become, my panties sticking to my vagina lips. Marty started slowly dry-humping me and I just let him, one hand sliding down my thigh, a finger searching under one loose leg of my shorts, finding my soggy panties.

It was so packed around us that no one could see a thing we were doing. I felt Marty’s breath on my neck, and then his lips against it. I lay my head back on his shoulder just letting him enjoy himself. I loved Erick, but this was just so damned erotic and Marty kept me lingering on the verge of a climax during the entire show, but never quite let me reach an orgasm. It was all I could do to keep from screaming with frustration!

As the final encore winded down, we sprinted for the exit to beat the parking lot crowd. Arriving where we’d left the car, Marty opened my door and just before I hopped inside pulled me against him and swallowed my mouth. After a couple straight hours of constant stimulation, I swear I almost came.

As he drove, I found that Marty was funny, too. He had me laughing all the way to the overlook, a place where lovers go to make-out. It was still early but I saw several cars already there, the lights of the city shining brightly below. There was a moon out and the whole thing seemed so romantic. He slammed the car into park and immediately reached for me, swallowing my willing tongue again as I stuck it into his mouth.

“Come on, let’s get in the back seat,” he whispered hoarsely.

He was already out his side of the car before I could reply. I followed but with a little hesitation, wondering just how far Tess had previously let him go. A hand job was my limit! No way was he getting my cherry! That belonged to Erick! I have to admit though I was pretty tempted by then.

I’ll say this. Marty was a great kisser! I was so hot from him kissing me that I just wanted him to devoir me with his mouth. As he licked my lips, sucking and biting on them, my hands reached unconsciously to the budge in his jeans to unzip his pants! I heard him catch his breath as my fingers made it inside his fly, wrapping half-way around his thick penis. I was so used to doing this for Erick that I hadn’t even realized I was doing it until I felt his warm hardness in my hand.

Tess had said his cock was extremely thick, but I think I actually gasped aloud when I first felt it! I knew how this would end – with Marty shooting his seed all over the place! I hastily searched the floorboard with my other hand, not finding the usual box of tissues.

I didn’t care. By then I frantically wanted to feel him shooting into my hands. I forced myself to slow down a bit, letting him reach under my shirt and pinch my nipples as we both gasped fro breath. I was trembling so hard I was shuddering uncontrollably. My nipples are my weak spot, touch them and I immediately gush, and I was already feeling a climax start to build. Erick knew this and did it every chance he got, and I always loved it! I wondered if Tess was the same way or if my overactive libido would blow my cover.

I could not recall a time when I’d ever been so sexually aroused, so ravenous, so impulsive – so hot! It’d gotten hot between Erick and I often, but this time I knew I was almost out of control, and that scared me. Mesmerized I stared down at the thickness of the cock throbbing in my hand, its warm and sticky leakage tantalizing me. Unlike the distaste Tess had expressed about sperm, I liked the feel of it in my hands. Its smell and substance fascinated me, the slight odor excitingly nasty. This is where babies came from, I thought, shivering with anticipation of the unknown.

Not even planning to do so, I suddenly leaned down and took the bloated head into my mouth, sliding my tongue around it as I gently sucked on the spongy crown. Not expecting anything like that, Marty grunted loudly, his body growing ridged under me, his thighs tightening with effort, his nuts drawing up in my hand. I felt like smiling. Boys were so predictable. It was the first cock I’d ever tasted, bayrampaşa escort surprised to find it musky, warm and – delicious.

I forced as much of his meaty cock down my throat as I could stand without choking, working my tongue and sucking the wide crown, alternately massaging his balls and the thick base of it with my hand. Marty was breathing faster now and I knew he was getting close to shooting. Tess had said he had a lot of sperm and that it’d gone all over the place, even into her face and hair. There was no tissue box either. That didn’t bother me for some reason, and as soon as I’d taken it into my mouth I knew I wanted to sample that sticky stuff.

There was a skinny girl I’d seen around the campus several times. Erick had pointed her out, saying all the guys talked about how she sucked them off, commenting on how much she said she liked doing it. She’d told a couple of the football team that she simply loved the taste of cum! He confided that they called her the “campus cock-sucker,” and that she didn’t mind at all. I vaguely rationalized that the same thing probably applied to me too. All thoughts vaporized as I tasted a little spray of Marty’s cum, then more of it leaking into my mouth in tiny spurts, almost humming with the pleasure it brought me.

I didn’t know then that it was only pre-cum and not yet his full ejaculation. All I knew was how much I loved it, almost in ecstasy it began flowing more rapidly down my throat.

Marty’s fingers suddenly tightened in my hair, insistently pushing against my head as if he wanted me to stop sucking him. Whimpering in protest, I fought back, letting my tongue loll

around his cock.

“Tess, you better stop. I’m going to . . .”

I forced my mouth all the way down on it, licking the thick vein underneath, sucking harder, moaning in protest until he stopped pushing against my head. Finally relaxing his grip, he suddenly grunted, wrapping his fingers in my hair as his body stiffened, arched upward and trembled all over.

Then groaning even louder, he released it all! I felt the first of several long streams shooting into my throat! Tess had been right about the amount! I swallowed frantically, savoring it as it coated my mouth and tongue, sliding down my working throat. I simply loved it!

I mouthed his sticky hardness, sliding my loose lips around the cock-head until long after it’d grown soft, immensely enjoying the transition from hard to limp. After a while I sat up, suddenly embarrassed now that it was over, turning my face out the other window so I wouldn’t have to face him. He forced my head around, looking deep into my eyes, and then kissed me tenderly.

“I love you, Tess. More than anything. I can’t wait until we’re married and I can show you just how much.”

I let him kiss me for a while, and I said, “I have to get back. School tomorrow.”

Tess came in after I was almost asleep so we didn’t talk much about our “dates,” just saying something like it was, “. . . about the same as dating my own guy.”

Oddly, we didn’t discuss it later either; me, mostly out of guilt for what I had done to Marty, and I assumed Tess, because she was embarrassed. The next weekend when I went out with Erick, the evening ended horribly and I demanded to be taken home early. In a huff, I left him sitting out front of my dorm in his car.

I was still steaming when Tess came back from her date with Marty. She also looked somewhat upset, instinctively seeming to know I was too. She went in to shower, while I pretended to read my study assignment, staring unseeing at the same page for a long time. Tess came out with a towel wrapped around her and sat on her bed.

“You okay?” she asked.

“No.”

After a moment, she said, “Trouble with Erick?”

I lay the book aside, sighing deeply. “Erick and I had a fight,” I said softly, looking at

her. “He was upset because I wouldn’t let him fuck me again tonight . . . like I did on our last date. I believe he said, ‘Your cherry is gone now so what is the big deal?'”

Tess looked horrified. She had that deer in the headlight look someone gets when they’ve just been busted. “I . . . I’m so sorry . . . sorry, Cassie. I . . .”

I cut her off. “You fucked my boyfriend, Tess! My future husband! He thinks he got my cherry! What the fuck were you thinking?”

I don’t think she’d ever heard those words come out of my mouth before, as she shrank back against the headboard, drawing up her knees as if seeking some sort of protection against my blunt words. “I . . . I didn’t think, Cass. I want to explain, please.”

I didn’t reply, just stared at her. It was the first time I could remember that we were angry at the other. I didn’t like the feeling. It was almost like being angry with myself.

“After we ate this fabulous meal we went down by the river. We got out of the cab of his truck and into the back seat. I assumed that’s where he takes you – the river instead of the overlook – and that you were okay with the back seat thing. He started kissing me. Erick is just so sexy. I won’t lie, I liked it. You told me you do a hand job for him sometimes if he gets too horny. I wanted to be like you so he wouldn’t know it was me . . . and I just . . . did it. I was really turned on, Sis.”

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It’s two in the morning, four days after Valentine’s Day. I am awake, lying naked in a motel bed somewhere out west. Next to me, semi-asleep, lies a woman I have only known in person for less than 12 hours, yet I feel as though I have known her forever. She, too, is naked. Her pale skin glows in the light that filters in through the curtained window. I reach out to touch her shoulder, marveling that she’s here with me rather than in her hometown a few hundred miles east. With me, I remind myself, rather than with her husband.

I had met Mindy almost six months ago, not in person but in an Internet chat room. I had just been informed that another online would-be sweetheart had decided not to meet me in person after all, so I was pretty despondent. I went into that chat room feeling extremely sad. Hoping to ease the pain and maybe strike up a friendship, I typed in, Does anyone here want to talk to someone who’s had a bad Internet romance?

I immediately regretted sounding so desperate, but I had promised myself that I would be honest in my Internet dalliances. I’d heard too many horror stories about meeting people on the Net so even in my just-for-fun cybers I was, and still am, truthful. So truthful in fact that, not knowing my true cock size, I always said it was a six-inch one. Not porn-star big, but not too shabby, either. (I later found out it’s 8.25 inches long, but that’s not the issue.) I wished I had come up with something a bit more assertive, but it was too late. My despair of the moment was on display for all the world to see.

Suddenly, on the screen appeared a reply: I will.

I won’t replay the conversation here, but there was an instant rapport between this lovely lady and me. I looked up her profile and saw she was Married but Looking, in her early 30s, and owned a small flower shop in the town where she lives with her husband and three daughters. I winced at the Married part, but we were in an adult chat room and everyone was cybering. I was lonely and getting a bit horny. On impulse I asked, “Do you want to cyber?”

She surprised me when she agreed. We only managed to get some foreplay in before one of her girls came into her computer room and asked if she could use the PC. My new friend apologized but said she liked me and that we could add each other to our buddy lists. We exchanged real names, then we jotted down each other’s e-mail addresses and aksaray escort said our good nights. I was a bit disappointed when she left; already I knew something big had happened.

The next morning I found an e-mail from Mindy:

I can’t stop thinking about you, Alex. I wonder how you are and how you are feeling, what you’re doing.

With those words, I realized that something had, indeed happened.

Over the next few days we exchanged e-mails and cybered whenever her husband was not home. It turns out they both had cyber-lovers, something they had agreed on to spice up their sex lives. But they had different ideas of how they should go about it. Richard was a player and wanted to meet some of his “ladies” while Mindy just liked to have sexy chats and phone sex. She also had to deal with Richard’s jealousy; he’d told her she could do anything online, but any one-on-one meetings would have to be approved by him. This was not likely, given that the jealousy factor would grow until finally Mindy would not be able to spend much unsupervised time online.

Meanwhile, I had tried to start a real romance with a single nurse in the Midwest, but that fizzled badly. By then, I knew I was in love with Mindy — though I was resigned to the fact that we’d never meet. Yet, not even six months after we met in that chat room, I hopped on a plane and went to meet her.

I look at my watch. It’s 2:05. I run my hand gently along her bare back and caress her long brown hair. She is not centerfold material; she’s around 5 feet tall, chubby, and is very average looking. Yet to me she is beautiful beyond looks…beyond thought. As I run my fingers up and down her spine, my cock throbs back to life. On this same bed, not more than five hours ago, we had made love for the first time.

It had been beautiful. No sooner had she closed the motel room door behind her and I had placed my suitcase on the floor when we found ourselves in a tight embrace and we were kissing. She had warned me that maybe she would not like kissing. None of the men in her life were good at it. I told her that kissing was the only thing I had ever really done with a woman. Having cerebral palsy has made me a bit too self-conscious and reticent, so until now kissing and a little tit-sucking had been my only experiences in bed. Mindy would not only be my first illicit affair, but she would also be my first topkapı escort lover.

Much to her delight, my kissing skills had not vanished even after more than a decade. We kissed and kissed for minutes on end. I kissed her lips, her cheeks, her forehead, her eyelids. I broke away for a minute and we set up a CD player she’d borrowed for her business trip; she was in this town for a legitimate business outing but her hubby and children were unable to go, hence my presence there. I took out a Golden Oldies CD that featured old rock-and-roll songs. We danced to a slow song, and when we stopped dancing, I kissed her passionately.

That did it. Mindy led me to the bed, and sitting next to me, she unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off me. She kissed me and invited me to unbutton her blouse, but the buttons were too tiny and I couldn’t undo even one. She smiled and said, “Don’t fret, hon. I’ll do it.” She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. I stared, gasping in wonder.

She then reached in front of her and took off her sports bra, revealing her generous breasts. Her nipples were pink and already hard. “They’re beautiful,” I whispered. She smiled and actually blushed. Mindy thinks her tits are uneven, but to me they’re lovely. I took them in my hands and touched them, rubbing the nipples with my palms and feeling them get harder.

Finally, I couldn’t wait any longer. I was 36 years old and had never made love to a woman. For 6 months I had longed for this moment. I quickly took the rest of my clothes off and helped her out of hers. When she was finally naked I lay on top of her, feeling a shock as our bodies touched for the first time. My cock, which had been hard all the way from the airport, rubbed along her thigh. We moaned as our bodies reacted to each other’s touch.

“I love you, Min,” I said as I lay on the bed face-up. We had agreed she’d fuck me from above because I wasn’t sure if I could handle the traditional man-on-top positions.

She smiled as she straddled me. “I know you do, baby. I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t love me.” With this, she took my cock in her right hand. She looked at it, then stared into my eyes. She smiled at me again and rubbed my cockhead with her already wet pussy.

“That feels good,” I said shakily.

“It will feel even better,” Mindy said. She lifted herself back up and went down a little further sarıyer escort with the downstroke. “Do you want to be all the way inside me?” she asked.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Good,” she said. “I want you inside me, too, babe. Can’t wait to feel you all the way in. But not yet. I like feeling you a little way in.”

She took my dick and rubbed the head of it against her clit. “Oh baby,” she cooed huskily. “Feels so good to me. I want you back inside me!” She slid my hard cock back to her throbbing pussy and just let the tip enter her again. Up and down with quick little strokes, building her excitement even higher and higher. Then SLAM, she pressed her cunt down onto me “Oh God, Alex. You feel so good inside me!” Repeatedly she impaled herself on my stiff rod. each downstroke elicited a cry from her and some from me, which only heightened our happiness. I reached up and took her right nipple into my mouth and she almost climaxed right then. “Oh God, hon,” she moaned breathlessly. “Keep it up and I will cum for you.”

Faster and faster she went, grinding her pussy onto my cock and getting so close to orgasm. She threw her head back as I continued to suck on her breast and she kept making sweet love to me. She cooed again: “Ohhh, Love. You are so good to me. I am so close now! Cum with me, baby! I want to feel you cumming inside my hot pussy when I cum for you.”

Up and down she went. She could feel me rising up to meet her, getting even more into her womanhood. “Oh hon, you feel so good. That licking and sucking is going to make me cum! Oh my Gooooodddddd……aahhhhhhh!!!!” Suddenly she couldn’t go on any more, yet her body continued to twitch and writhe for me. She collapsed on top of me and continued to move so that I could get off for her. She kissed my lips, long, slow and deep. And she could feel me cumming! “Give it to me honey!” she cried joyfully. “Fill me up with you. Oh baby! Feels so good.” All the while she was kissing me and trying to catch her breath. It was not working. “I am so worked up by you,” she said. “You make me hot and so very happy. Mmmm.”

She removed herself from me and lay beside me, not being able to get close enough to me. “I want to be one with your body as well as your soul,” she said softly. She ran her fingers in the hair on my chest and covered me with little kisses. As for me, I cuddled up with her and just breathed, wanting to take her all in, so very happy being with my Mindy.

“I wish,” I said huskily, “you were my wife.”

She said nothing. She smiled, yet, in her eyes, tears welled up. Eventually we fell asleep, totally content with each other and completely satisfied.

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This one is for you “J.” I would never have finished it without your encouragement. Enjoy.

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Tommy missed Amy; her sweet pussy, sexy ass, tasty thighs: all of her. He lay in bed at night trying to go to sleep; thoughts of Mrs. Harris, Agnes, and Amy running through his mind. He held his soft cock in his hand and sighed and then his flaccid member began to come to life when he pulled Betty from his subconscious. Her luscious form came alive as did his cock; it was as if it were yesterday.

In his first year on the job his colleagues told him that sex with a student was the one thing that could get him fired, even if he were a twenty year tenured full professor. The mantra all male faculty members memorized was: “No sex with a live female or a dead male.”

He was undone by Betty Crawford. Betty was the most sexual creature he had ever encountered. She oozed sexuality. Not overtly flirtatious, subtly she let him know that she could reward the man willing and able to gain her trust. And she made it clear that he was the man for her.

She let him know she was eighteen one day when she asked him to check her voter registration card. She used some flimsy excuse to ask him if the information was correct. Since she had a voter registration it was clear, she was telling him, she was no longer jailbait.

Tommy managed to keep his hands off of her, though thoughts of her were often clouding his judgment, especially when she would take forever to cross her legs in class. She always hesitated in the process at the crucial point where here crotch was open; giving him a clear view of the bikini panties she wore.

She had a habit of coming up to his desk with some frivolous question when students were settling down before class. Casually, a breast or shoulder or some other part of her anatomy would be pressed against his shoulder or bare arm or hip. The most blatant bit of flirtation came one day when he was giving a test. He was in the habit of walking up and down the aisles between student desks, looking to see if any were using ponies.

Tommy had just reached Betty’s desk when her pencil fell from her hand and to the floor in front of her desk. She looked up at Tommy and smiled and then looked down at the pencil. Tommy, always the gentleman, squatted down to pick up the pencil whereupon Betty opened her legs, giving him the closest look he had yet of her crotch and the tiny band of little bitty bikini panties pulled tight against her pussy, so tight the band formed a crease between her lips. The fullness of her outer lips overflowed the crotch of her panties and he could see the outer portion of them, wet, engorged with her hot blood. The cloth of her panty crotch was wet and he could almost smell her sex.

Betty held the pose for several seconds, and then crossed one leg over the other, raising her mini skirt so that her thighs were exposed to her ass. She smiled sweetly when he rose with the pencil, licked her lips lasciviously, and mouthed a thank you with her soft, full, luscious lips.

Tommy jacked off that night; visions of what he had seen filling his mind. His eyes closed, he saw himself with his head between those succulent thighs, mouth plastered against her bikini panties, tongue licking the cloth as he pressed the cloth between her juicy pussy lips.

His real moment of crisis came on a Friday afternoon. He was seated in the local mall in his favorite bench, ostensibly reading a paper but keeping a keen eye on the young hotties who frequented a shop know for selling daring garments to those willing to expose more of their youthful bodies than was considered seemingly by the adults in the community. This voyeurism was as close as he would allow himself to come to having sex with young women at this time.

A disturbance at the entrance to the shop caught his attention. It was Betty and an older woman, her mother he surmised, and they were having a heated argument. The older woman, with one more angry stream of words directed at Betty, turned on her heel and stalked off.

Betty looked mortified. Tears welled in her eyes. Tommy’s compassionate nature led him to approach her. “I’m sorry that you are distressed Betty.” He told her.

Before he realized what was happening, Betty’s arms were around his neck and her body was pressed tightly against his. Her body heaved with sobs as she put her cheek against his chest. Tommy’s hands patted her back automatically and he made soothing sounds as he sought to console her.

Tommy was in the habit of wearing a strong athletic supporter when he taught in order to keep the raging hardon that was ever present under control. He did not wear it when away from school and now the pressure of Betty’s nubile body pressed against him was raising his sexual temperature and bringing his cock to attention.

He was not much taller than Betty and her crotch was on the level of his. His penis was beginning to unfold from the pressure of her crotch against his. Betty’s sobs did not abate and her body was rubbing unnervingly against his. He tried to pull his escort şişli crotch away from Betty’s but she pressed herself even more tightly against him, grinding her pussy against him in a very sexual manner as she continued to sob.

When her sobs began to slow, Tommy pulled a packet of tissues from a pocket and offered them to Betty. She smiled up at him wanly as she pulled her head and breasts back from his body in order to dry her eyes. “Thank you.” She told him. “I’m so sorry to have made such a scene.”

While Betty had disengaged her head and breasts from his body, she, while leaning back to look into his face, kept her crotch plastered against his now full blown hardon. Tommy fought to find some saliva so he could swallow as he looked into Betty’s face. She can certainly feel my cock pressed into her, he thought. She wants me to feel it. And what else does she want? He thought.

He tried again to move his hips back to ease the pressure. Betty responded by leaning into him even more firmly. Tommy’s resolve was fading fast. This young girl’s sexy body pressed against his was getting to be more than he could bear.

He looked around to see if he and Betty were being observed. No one was paying attention to them, as far as he could tell. I’m in a public place, he told himself. I’m safe here. Groaning inwardly, he let his hands move downward from Betty’s shoulders where he had been patting her soothingly. Slowly his hands began to descend until he was caressing her back gently. He continued to sooth her with his voice.

Betty put her face against his chest again. Her voice, barely a whisper, came to him. “Thank you. You are so kind.”

Tommy’s hands continued their caressing motions, though they were now moving lower and lower on her back, to her hips, and then his fingers were moving slowly and gently across her buttocks. Betty pressed herself even more tightly against him, her crotch and breasts boring into his body.

Betty, who had wanted to get this sexy teacher in just this sort of position all year, sighed. His hands felt so good, so strong, yet gentle. She just knew that this was the man she had waited for. While exuding sexuality, Betty was a virgin, by choice. She could not stand the pawing hands of her schoolmates and the ugly way men looked at her made her almost ill.

Tommy, his voice low, asked. “What’s the problem, Betty? You can tell me.”

Betty raised her head from his chest, tears again welling into her eyes. “My mother called me a tramp and a slut for wanting to buy some things. “I’m not a slut. I’m not a tramp.”

She began to sob again, which again sent her crotch in motion rubbing salaciously against his hard cock. If this keeps up I’m going to cream my drawers, Tommy thought. I have to get her body away from me.

Gently but firmly, he led her to the bench he had occupied. “I know you are not those things your mother called you. Let’s sit down Betty. I’m sure there is something that can be done.”

Betty, both feet on the floor, turned her legs toward him as she smiled warmly. Tommy’s eyes drifted down from her face to her firm breasts neatly outlined in a tight sweater to her thighs. He swallowed as his eyes encountered her sexy, youthful, inviting thighs, parted slightly, but enough so that he had a clear view up her dress to a tiny bit of cloth that barely covered her outer lips.

Betty’s eyes had followed Tommy’s and when his reached her thighs she moved one of her legs just enough so that Tommy would have an even clearer view of her panty-covered pussy. She licked her lips excitedly. I just have to reel him in, she thought. I have his attention. He’s hard as a rock and interested.

Tommy dragged his eyes from Betty’s tender body and forced himself to look at her face. “Tell me all about it Betty.”

Betty smiled sadly. “I want to buy a blouse, skirt, and bra and mother just lost it. I’ll just die if I can’t have these things.”

Tommy nodded his understanding, which allowed him to get another glimpse of Betty’s crotch. “Well. Ahhhh. I’m not in the habit of interfering in a family dispute, but let’s go to the store and see what you want to buy. Maybe I can buy them for you.”

Betty threw her arms around his neck and gave him a big hug, pressing her firm tits into his chest once again. “Oh, Mr. H. You are the best.”

They got up from the bench and Betty took his hand in hers, leading him to the store. She took the blouse from the rack and held it up to her body. Tommy took in a deep breath. No wonder, he thought. It’s not see through, but it is damn near translucent.

When Betty held the skirt to her body he saw that it covered her, but barely. If she sat down she would expose everything. The bra was something he had never seen before; completely translucent. It would be as if she did not have a bra covering her breasts. It would be there, but not there.

Betty smiled at him encouragingly. “What do you think?”

Tommy tried to be diplomatic and finally told her. “I can understand some of your mother’s hesitation, but merter escort her language was out of line. I’m sure other girls your age wear these things or they would not be for sale.”

Betty beamed at him. “I’ll try them on. Won’t you come with me into the changing room?”

Tommy’s mind raced. If I go in there I am lost for sure, he thought. “Ahhh. Well. I’m sure the store frowns on men going into a woman’s changing room. I’ll just wait here and you can show me how you look.”

Betty’s mouth formed a pout and she took Tommy by the hand and led him to a female clerk. “Is it all right if my daddy comes into the changing room with me?” She asked sweetly.

The lady smiled at Betty and Tommy and nodded her head. “It’s OK honey. Go ahead sir.”

Betty led Tommy by the hand to the doorway leading to the changing rooms. Tommy looked around in desperation, his eyes seeking some escape. Next to the doorway he spotted a chair. Letting go of Betty’s hand, he sat down. “I’ll just wait here, Betty.”

Betty groaned inwardly. I almost had you, she thought. Then a smile lit her face. “I’ll be just a minute.”

Betty was true to her word. She stood in front of him and pirouetted, letting the all too short skirt fly out, exposing the tiniest of bikini panties. Tommy’s eyes feasted on her tight ass and her bikini panties, the crotch barely covering her pussy, and her breasts, firm and uplifted barely covered by the sheer bra and thinnest of cloth of the blouse. His cock dripped in his shorts as he stared at her.

He smiled weakly. “Beautiful Betty. You are truly beautiful in that outfit. I’ll get it for you.”

Betty cried out with joy. Flinging her arms wide, she threw them around his neck, pressing her cheek to his, and then kissing him on the cheek. Excitedly she straddled Tommy, pressing her fevered pussy against his raging hardon. I want him so much and I know he wants me, she thought, as she pressed her pussy against his hard cock.

She squeezed and relaxed her thighs, raising and lowering herself slightly, almost imperceptibly; so little no one but Tommy knew what she was doing, massaging his stiff cock. She kissed him on the cheek again, and then pressed her mouth to his ear, whispering to him. “I’ll never forget you for being so generous. I can be generous also. Anytime you want me to do so, I’ll show you how generous I can be.”

Tommy put his hands on her hips, stilling the motion of her body the movement of which, he knew, would have him cumming in his shorts if he did not stop her. He, though, loved the feel of her hot crotch against his hard cock and so he held her pussy against his cock tightly, teasing both of them. It felt so good. So damned good. He closed his eyes and took in the scent of her perfume. He lowered his head, letting his lips caress her neck. It would be so easy.

And stupid, his brain told him. Get her off your lap, you idiot. He swallowed and put his hands on Betty’s shoulders. “Time to go Betty, but I’ll not forget what you just told me.”

Reluctantly, Betty pulled herself off his lap. I almost had you, she told herself. She caressed his cheek with one hand as she slid off his lap. Leaning over she brushed her lips against his, thanking him again for buying the clothes for her.

When she had changed back they went to the cashier and Tommy paid, in cash, for the clothes. He walked Betty to the store exit and excused himself, telling her he had some shopping to do and would see her in school on Monday.

Betty could feel his eyes burning a hole in her ass as she walked away from him. She put a little extra wiggle in her walk, sending her sweet ass to swinging seductively. You got away today, she told herself, but I’m not giving up. A little stream of her hot lovejuice wet her panties as she turned her head around quickly. As she knew he would be, Tommy was watching her. She waved to him and sauntered along the mall, hips and ass swinging seductively.

Tommy waved, his face red, knowing Betty had seen him staring at her ass as she walked away from him. He shook his head, put a hand in his pocket to hold down his hardon and went to the mall garage for his car. The sun blinded him as he exited the garage but he did see out of the corner of his eyes a figure approaching.

He slammed on his brakes and squealed to a stop and saw the figure fall in front of his car. Moving faster than he thought possible, he shoved the shift level into neutral, jerked the emergency brake to on and opened the door with his other hand.

Betty saw him go for his car and decided to follow him, to appeal to his horny side one more time. She was looking for him when she saw his car coming out of the garage. Thinking quickly, she stepped in front of his car just as he brought it to a halt. She fell to the ground, making sure her skirt was up around her waist, exposing her shapely legs and her tiny bikini panties.

Tommy raced to the front of his car and kneeled down, eyes scanning the prone figure, looking for blood or other obvious injuries. It was then that he realized istanbul escort it was Betty. He touched her cheek with a hand and asked her, his voice shaking. “Are you all right Betty? Are you hurt badly?”

Betty fluttered her eyes open and looked up at Tommy’s anxious face. She smiled weakly. “I don’t know.” She told him, looking around, a dazed look on her face, as she sat up, one leg under her, the other straight out, providing Tommy with a full view of the crotch of her tiny bikini panties.

She licked her lips as she looked at Tommy. “I think I’m all right. Do I look all right to you? Am I bleeding anywhere?”

Tommy’s eyes jerked from her crotch as he looked over her body again. “I don’t see any blood, Betty. Let me help you up.” He put an arm around her waist and took one of her hands in his free hand.

Betty let him help her up and sagged against him as she stood upright. “I feel a little woozy.” She told him, her body pressed against his tightly, her cheek against his chest.

Tommy caressed her head gently with one hand, his other around her waist, holding her to him. His cock was once again hard from the pressure of her body pressed into his crotch. Without thinking, he let his fingers run through her long, thick, brown hair, and then down her back. His hand made circular motions over her back, as he sought to calm her.

“Let me take you home.” He told her, helping her to the passenger side of his ancient Checker sedan. He used both hands to fasten the awkward seat belt arrangement across her chest and over her lap. Little tingles of sexual excitement ran over his body as his fingers touched her breasts and thighs and waist as he did this.

Betty smiled at him, a woeful, helpless look on her face as he settled in behind the wheel. She put a hand on his thigh as she looked at him, squeezing his thigh gently as she told him. “Thank you so much for being so kind to me. I do appreciate you taking me home.”

Tommy looked at her hand, so close to his now raging hardon and then toward Betty, who had turned her body to him, her legs open slightly but enough so that he had an unobstructed look up her skirt to her panties.

He swallowed nervously. “I’m glad to, Betty. It is the least I can do after knocking you down.”

Betty sighed and closed her eyes, her hand never leaving his thigh. She made small, gentle movements of her hand up and down his thigh as she directed him to her house.

Tommy parked in front of the garage, opened the passenger side door and helped Betty from the car. She sagged against him as she put her feet to the ground. “I still feel a little unsteady. I don’t think I’m hurt; maybe just nervous. Will you help me into the house?”

Tommy put an arm around her waist and opened the door with the key Betty gave him. When they were inside, Betty put her arms around his neck and pulled his face down to hers, telling him. “Let me give you a thank you kiss.”

She pressed her soft, warm youthful lips to his at the same time she pressed her sexy body into his. Her mouth opened and her tongue slid along Tommy’s Lips, and then inveighed its way past his lips and into his mouth.

Tommy’s arms went around Betty, his hands to her supple ass, pulling her willing body to his. Her lips on his, her tits pressed into him, her crotch rubbing against his hardon were more than he could bear. He knew he was stupid for doing what he did, but he could no longer help himself. He opened his mouth and let his tongue do its sexual dance with Betty’s tongue. His hands kneaded her asscheeks as he pulled her even more tightly against his raging cock.

Betty had been kissed and pawed by men and boys as long as she could remember but nothing in her past compared to what was happening to her now. Her pussy pulsed when she felt Tommy’s urgent need for her coming through his mouth and hands. She just knew that she had been right; that this was the man she wanted to take her virginity. His hands running up and down her spine, over her agitated ass cheeks, to her cheeks and neck, sent a message of love over her body she had never felt before.

Tommy was on fire. It was as if a dam had broken inside him, a dam that held in check his desire for young pussy, a dam he had created to protect himself and young women. Now, this youthful young woman’s charms had pierced last obstacle he had in place. He wanted her, wanted to feel her hot pussy under his mouth, to feel his raging cock fill her tight pussy.

His agile fingers had her blouse opened before she knew he intended to do it. Shrugging her shoulders, she let the blouse fall to the floor and waited for Tommy’s next move. She almost gasped aloud when his hands cupped her breasts through her bra, his fingers tweaking and twisting her now erect nipples. His mouth on her neck, lips kissing her fervently sent shivers up and down her spine and she herself undid her bra and let it fall to the floor.

Tommy’s mouth dived to her now naked breasts, sucking one than the other, his tongue flicking back and forth over the ripe strawberries she offered to him openly. His craze for young pussy was now driving him. His mind was now focused on only one thing; that triangle between Betty’s legs that held the source of all that motivated him. His hands trembled as he fondled Betty’s nubile body.

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After years of reading stories from others, I have finally decided to try one of my own. Feedback appreciated.

It was a fall evening, slightly cool, just after sunset. Cassie was with her boyfriend of 6 weeks, heading out to a dance club. They had just finished dinner and a couple of glasses of wine at their favourite restaurant.

Cassie and Jack were 19 year old university kids. One from the big city, one from a rural town. They had met at school, having happened to sit beside each other one day in class.

Jack was a bit of a shy kid, 5ft 10 and skinny. He had sparkly blue eyes and an impish grin. Cassie was 5ft 9 with brown eyes, long brown hair, and small perky breasts. She was even more shy than Jack. She noticed Jack beside her, thinking him kind of cute. And Jack noticed Cassie – he thought she was beautiful and he had a thing for long hair, but figured she would be way out of his league. He was just too afraid to talk to the girl in the seat beside him. The class continued on.

The next time they had that class, they again sat next to each other. During the class on a particularly challenging topic, Cassie asked Jack if maybe he’d like to study with her sometime. Jack understood the lesson pretty well, and said sure, he’d like that. Perhaps they could meet after classes in the student centre, since they could talk more than in the library. And maybe grab a bite to eat after. Cassie agreed.

Since that first meeting, things had progressed slowly but steadily. They went from studying together, to binge watching Stranger Things, to dinner, and a couple of movies. They held hands in class, and made out in his room, and sometimes in hers; kissing, holding, touching, petting. Always with their clothes on.

Tonight, after dinner, Cassie suggested going to a club. Jack agreed, even though he wasn’t much of a dancer. They got to the club, paid the admission, grabbed a booth and ordered a margarita and a daiquiri. Feeling good, they ventured out onto the dance floor. It didn’t matter that Jack was a bit awkward…. He was kind of cute, in a geeky sort of way.

After a couple of fast songs, the music slowed and he looked into her eyes. She nodded slightly, a smile spreading across her lips, and they embraced. Close and tight, her scent delightful, and her body pressed against him, he quickly became hard and somewhat embarrassed. Cassie could feel his erection and pressed herself into him, enjoying the feeling against her crotch. They bent their heads together, lips meeting, in a fiery kiss as they swayed to the music. Their lips parted, and as their tongues met, his hands slid down to her backside and he pulled her in tight. Cassie was in heaven, her pussy tingling, and she felt herself beginning to moisten. Want and desire welled up inside her. Conscious of her surroundings, she broke off the kiss and whispered in his ear, “Wanna come over to my place? My roommate went home for the weekend, so we’ll have the place to ourselves,” and then licked his ear lobe and ground into him, pressing herself into the bulge in his pants.

Jack had never done this before (neither had Cassie for that matter) and agreed, trying not to look nearly as eager as he felt. He took her by the hand, led her to the booth to pick up her purse and then out to grab a cab. Jack was on cloud 9 and tried unsuccessfully to think of something besides “is it going to be, could it be, am I going to finally do it?” Cassie was thinking the same thing, with thoughts of, “but will he still think I’m a nice girl, am I ready, is it baaad?” mixed in with, “ohhh, but I want to.”

The mecidiyeköy escort cab pulled up at Cassie’s place. Jack tipped the driver nicely and ran around and opened the car door for his girlfriend. He liked that thought – “his girlfriend.” He helped her out of the car and caught a wink from the cabbie as he closed the door. Jack wrapped his arm around her, and they walked up to the door, staggering just slightly, in the glow of young love and alcohol. Cassie unlocked the door, pulled Jack inside and closed it behind him.

They headed to the living room and she turned on the stereo. As she turned, he took her in his arms and kissed her. Jack told her that he loved her, and that he had a confession. She had been the first girl he had ever kissed. She smiled at him, those brown eyes sparkling, and told him that although she had kissed a boy in high school, it had only lasted 2 dates and never got past that. She too was new to this.

They continued to hold each other and make out for a few minutes, when Cassie said “let’s get more comfortable, come up to my room.” Jack said, “Lead on,” and followed her like a little puppy. They sat down on the edge of the bed, and Jack leaned into Cassie, one arm around her waist, the other hand reaching up to her chest, and beginning to stroke her with the back of his hand. Cassie closed her eyes, tilted her head back and moaned softly, her nipples hardening and her pussy getting wetter.

Her hand reached up and stroked his nipples, sending ripples of pleasure to his rock hard cock. He leaned back, and lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it into the corner. She smiled and did the same, watching him stare at her perky white breasts, almost drooling at her. She giggled and when he asked why, she told him that he looked like a kid in a candy store… And that it was cool because she wanted to be the candy. Her nipples were hard, and they so much wanted to be licked and sucked, and appreciated.

Youporn and movies aside, Jack hadn’t actually seen real live tits before. They were amazing. Lovely, white, firm to the touch, and hard nipples surrounded by small areolae. He squeezed her left breast, stroked the nipple, and watched as she squirmed in delight. He brought his face close, blew softly, and gave it a little peck. Cassie melted, laying back on the bed. He snuggled up and moved in close. This time he touched his tongue to the nipple, licking it ever so lightly at first, and then more firmly. He could hear Cassie mewl. After a couple of minutes, Cassie nudged his head to the other, neglected breast and whispered, “It’s jealous and I think it wants to be sucked.”

Jack took the cue, and wrapped his lips around her right tit, sucking deeply, lapping the nipple in his mouth. She had never felt anything like it. Cassie’s chest was on fire. Her cunt was now drenched, and sending signals of its wants to her brain. Earlier in the night, she had thought she wanted to continue to move things along slowly, but now all she could think of was how awesome this felt. And she knew that Jack was the one she wanted to share this with.

Cassie’s hand reached down between them and found Jack’s member almost bursting out of his pants. She rubbed from base to tip and back, stoking the flames of Jack’s desire. She reached for his zipper, pulling it down and fumbling with the button, to open his pants. He reached under her skirt and stroked her through her panties, noting how wet they were. His index finger settled on her slit, and he stroked up and down like he would rub behind a cat’s ear. Cassie had never felt so kağıthane escort good.

Jack paused to help Cassie remove his pants and underwear, and tossed them over by the shirt in the corner. Cassie also took the opportunity to pull off her skirt and panties and send them off the bed. They stared at each other, naked for the first time. His penis, no, it was a cock, stood erect; the head a bright purple and veins sticking out. She wondered how that would fit inside her – it was certainly much bigger than her fingers, and she wondered how it was going to feel.

Jack looked at Cassie. She had light brown fur on top, and swollen lips, the folds covering her entrance. The lips were a lovely shade of pink, glistening with her dew. He reached to touch her, as she wrapped her hand around him, each sending new and wonderful ripples of delight to the other. He gently explored her, stroking her delicate folds, his finger sliding easily through her juices. He paused at her top, touching the nub he found there. She drew a sharp breath and whispered, “gently Jack. She’s very sensitive.” He moved back to her lips, ran his finger along her slit to slicken it, and then lightly rubbed the clit. It was like a bolt of lightning went through Cassie. She arched her back and cooed out loud. Her cunt was on fire with pleasure. It never felt like this when she did this herself. Jack moved back to her slit and unfolded the labia, then slid a finger slowly inside her. She was wet. She was warm. She was soft. And she made the most delightful sound as he pressed inside her.

He curled his finger within her, making that “come here motion.” Cassie spread her legs wide and pressed herself to him. “That feels soooo good”, she moaned. “Don’t stop.” He pulled his finger almost all the way out, then slid it back in deep. In, out, in, almost like playing a violin. Cassie writhed on the bed. Wave after wave of pleasure was building up inside her. As he stroked, he took her breast in his mouth, sucking deep, and lapping her nipple. First one and then the other. Cassie tingled all over. He slipped a second finger inside her, and continued to pump, and then began to move his thumb around her outside, finding her clit. Cassie cried out in delight. “Mmmmmm…… That…… Feels….. So….. Good.” Then as he continued to rub and stroke, she felt a big wave come on. Jack saw her body tense, a glow come over her face, her nipples became even more taut. Her breathing shallowed. Cassie felt the wave build, every part of her on fire. The wave carried her up and up, and she breathed, “uh uh I’m uh uh mmmm cumming.” The orgasm hit her and she squeezed her legs tight around him. Her pussy started to spasm, and she exploded from deep within. Jack felt her pussy clench and clench, like it was trying to pull his fingers in. He watched her as she came. She was beautiful. She asked him to stop for a minute, as her pussy was now hypersensitive. A warm glow came over her face and she smiled at him and Cassie said, “Wow.”

Cassie ran a finger along Jack’s shaft from the base at his balls to the swollen head, never having touched a penis before. He shuddered, never before feeling this level of pleasure. It was sooo much better than when he touched himself. She moved to touch his balls, cupping the shrivelled skin in her hands, and feeling the balls roll slowly in her hands. She squeezed gently, but not quite gently enough, and Jack said “easy there”. He told her that he loved her and planted a deep and passionate kiss as they fondled each other’s private parts. Cassie whispered, “I want you,” in his ear. beşiktaş escort He asked if she was sure, and she smiled and nodded.

Jack rolled slightly and said, “Let me grab the condom, it’s in my pocket.” Cassie squeezed him and said, “No. Let’s just do it naturally. I’m on the pill, and it is the first time for both of us.” Jack almost came on the spot. He positioned himself between her legs and couldn’t believe this was happening. He fumbled for a bit, trying to find her spot, his cock anything but patient. “A bit lower,” she said. “Almost.” And then he was lined up and he felt her on his tip. Heaven. She was warm. He asked if she was sure once more. She looked at him and nodded. Jack pressed slowly, and felt her lips part around him, an unbelievable feeling as her warmth wrapped smoothly around his head. He paused and withdrew, coating himself in her juices and pushed in again slowly, this time a bit deeper and then almost withdrew.

Cassie tried not to tense up. She had heard that it could be painful when he took her for the first time. As he entered her, she was amazed at how her body opened up, and how he was beginning to fit inside her. It felt great. And then he withdrew and started to press in again. “Here we go,” she thought.

“Here we go,” he thought as he continued to press slowly inside her. He had read that he needed to be gentle, and he wanted her first time to be good. He also knew that for many, the hymen has broken long before the first time and so he didn’t know what to expect. He pressed into her. Slowly, 1/4 of his cock covered in her slickness, then 1/2, and then all the way in. It felt divine. She moaned as he filled her up, waiting to feel him get blocked at her maidenhood, and then feeling him continue deeper and deeper, unimpeded. She had never felt so full as when he hit bottom. Electric pulses ran within her as he made his way in. Jack stopped fully inside her and whispered “I love you, Cassie.” She whispered back, “I love you too, Jack.” He started to withdraw, feeling the air on his shaft and her friction on his head. His entire being seemed to be concentrated on his cock and the pleasure, oh the pleasure that he was feeling. He pressed in again, a bit more quickly and smoothly, then continued to pump at that calm pace, knowing he wasn’t going to last long.

Cassie felt herself fill and empty, fill and empty and felt a second orgasm start to build within. Jack tried to hang on as best he could, but it felt so fantastic, he knew he wouldn’t last long. He pumped in and then out a few times, and he started to feel his balls contract. He pressed in again slowly, and could feel the pressure building; the nerves in his cock electric. Nothing had ever felt anywhere close to this good. Then out slowly, and then back in. This was going to be it. He pressed in and felt the cum getting ready, his entire dick was on fire. Cassie moaned as her orgasm built and said, “cum with me Jack.” He reached deep within her, felt his cock expand and then explode, jetting his seed deep within her.

Feeling him pulse inside her, Cassie climaxed at almost the same time, her pussy clenching him tightly, holding him in, and sucking in his seed. Jack felt her cunt twitch around him as he throbbed, jetting ribbon after ribbon of his cum deep within her. Then as quickly as it came on, his orgasm ebbed, replaced by a wave of deep contentment. The only word he could think of was “mmmmmm,mmm.”

Cassie smiled up at him, post orgasmic bliss washing over her. “Thank you,” he said to her. “Mmm, thank you!” she replied before he kissed her gently. She felt him shrink inside her, and felt his warm cum begin to drip within. Not bad for a first time she thought. Not bad at all.

Jack smiled down at her as she looked up at him. He gave her a tender kiss and felt himself shrink inside her. Not bad for a first time, he thought. Not bad at all.

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We spent some time working out how Richard could watch me having sex with Trent. In the end we just decided to go for a drink with Trent, and then back to our flat for something to eat, and see what happened.

I phoned Trent and all of a sudden he had a few suggestions. At first he said he wanted me to make it obvious to Richard that I was his girl for the night. I told Trent about us three going for a drink first, he said he would rather it was just me and him. I said that would probably be okay.

I had already asked Trent about when we went home, if he minded Richard wearing women’s clothes. Trent said it was okay as long as Richard didn’t look like a drag queen. I explained what Trent would see, I said there would be, no make up, and no wig and Richard would only talk if he was asked something. Trent said it sounded okay. I said he had to promise not to laugh at Richard. He said he wouldn’t.

You know apart from wanting Trent between my legs again, I was really hoping Richard would like this experience too. In fact I was more worried about how things would go between Trent and Richard. I told Richard what Trent had said, and Richard told me he was okay with it all. He said a lot more but that was it in a nutshell.

Richard’s surprise turned up a few days before Trent came round. I sat on the bed and told him to open the package. He just gulped and flung his arms round me. Two pairs of black shoes were in the box. One had a two inch heel the other a three inch. They were just plain black court shoes. The two inch heeled shoes didn’t fit but the three inch fitted perfectly. I told him I’d send the lower ones back.

I instructed him how to walk and to take smaller steps, how to balance on them, and not get complacent, because as soon as he did he would end up on his ass. He did stumble a little a couple of times, but he was better than I thought he would be. He asked how I managed to keep upright on heels twice the height of his. I said I had been wearing them for years, and with high heels you have to find a comfortable pair. Even at that time I wasn’t sure about him wearing women’s shoes, but I also didn’t want him going around in his slippers, or trainers.

So to the big night. I spent a little time looking at the clothes, and in my head I kept reminding myself what Trent had said, “no trying to look sexy and not like a drag queen,” so keep that in your head while I describe what Richard wore.

I picked the white bra, white panties, and tan tights I had bought Richard, and the black skirt, and one of my old white blouses. There simple, and something which a woman would wear to work, agreed? I told Richard why I had picked this for him, and he said he understood, he even asked if he shouldn’t wear a bra, I said I thought it was okay, because it wasn’t a colour one, so it wasn’t glaringly obvious. He smiled, he looked nervous but he smiled. I told him to take his shoes off, and put them on when he heard us in the car park.

Like I said in past parts, I get that some people have jumped right into dressing their husbands as sluts, but this had to be right for all three of us, and I didn’t want to mess things up for all our sakes, especially Richard’s.

I took a couple of photos of Richard on my phone. I told him not to smile, so in the first he was just stood up. In the second I got him to sit on the couch, cross his legs, and look at the telly, so he wasn’t looking directly at my phone. I said I would show Trent how he looked, so it wouldn’t be a shock when he walked through the door.

Richard is a good cook, and it is something we share between us, deciding on who will make dinner usually depends on who gets home from work first. It was Richard’s idea not to eat with us, but he would happily make something and bring it in. I said to keep it simple we’d have a chicken salad, and we bought strawberry trifle.

I let him sit there and watch me get ready. I know this sounds a little strange, but I had in my head that I had to really outdo Richard in what we were wearing. It was more about Richard being pushed in the shadows. I knew şişli escort Trent would look at him obviously, but I wanted to take away the limelight from what Richard was wearing for his own good. I put on red panties, tan coloured hold up stockings, which I had pulled up as far as I could. I didn’t wear a bra. He sat there gawping as I put on my make up. I piled it on quite thick, and I could see he wanted to ask me why. Next came a heavy coat of bright red lipstick, and then I pinned my hair up.

I told Richard to pull out the box from under the bed. He took the lid off and moved the paper. He looked at me in shock. I put it all on. The skirt was sky blue, and came to just above mid thigh. The jacket was sky blue, and the hat was sky blue with a little pair of silver wings on the front. I even had sky blue high heels.

I waited for a question, but he seemed struck dumb. Finally stuttering words came out. So there I was Jenny the airhostess. I must admit I looked bloody good, and overdoing my make up I looked like the real thing. I guess the suit wasn’t that obvious that it was from a fancy dress shop, not until you factored in the length of the skirt, and I wasn’t wearing a blouse so there was a bit of cleavage peeping out, as well as my “slut wife” locket. Finally after what seemed like a long time he smiled, and asked me where the plane was parked. I said the skirt was too short for me to be the real thing. He nodded a little, but said everything else was right, although I should be wearing a blouse if I wanted men to think I really was a cabin girl.

I wore a coat to the pub, but I still got looks from guys who spotted the hat. I text Trent to say I was outside, and could he come and get me. I don’t mind walking into pubs on my own, but I wanted to meet him outside first. I undid my coat as I saw the door swing open. He actually stopped and gawped at me. The first words from his mouth came out, “fucking hell.”

I took my coat off outside the pub, and we walked in. I’m quite used to getting looked at, but everyone in the pub looked at me, some eyes lingered, some came back to me a few times. Trent asked me why I was wearing it. I said I wanted to wear something different. He laughed.

Even at 7 o’clock in the pub there were a few men who looked like they were drunk. One of them came up to us, and stood there swaying a little. He said he thought air hostesses were amazing, and they always looked like they had just stepped out of a salon. He asked me what airline I worked for. Trent told him I worked on a private jet for a rich Arab. The guy took it all in. He said I had sexy legs, and Trent said the Arab made me wear my skirts short. He said something about that not being right. Trent said she gets a little bonus for wearing it, and turning a blind eye to wandering hands. The drunk stumbled away then.

Then I heard, “Jenny, is that you?”

He looked at Trent, and then back at me. Then he looked me up and down.

I said, “Trent this is Adam who I work with, Adam, Trent.”

Adam said, “I know who he is. Where is Richard and why are you dressed like that?”

Trent made what some people would call an asshole comment, he said, “We’re off to a fancy dress party, Rich is still getting ready, are you going as Delboy, got your three wheeler outside?”

Adam had a sheepskin coat on. He just looked at Trent and then walked away. I looked back over at Adam later, and he was talking to two others. One guy I didn’t know, but the other one Nick works at the same place as me. Nick was just staring at me, and I’m sure they were talking about me being with Trent. (Nick would fuck me in the future.)

The drunk who came up earlier came back with a couple of his friends. He asked if he could have a picture taken with me. Trent said he would take it. So I had these two drunks either side of me. I could feel the guy who did all the talking earlier; put his hand on my ass. Also I could see Adam, Nick and the other guy just watching it all. Trent said we should go, and gave the drunk back his phone.

I told Trent the guy had felt my taksim escort ass. He said something about wondering why I wasn’t smiling too much. He asked me if I was worried about Adam and the others. I was a little to be honest but I told Trent I wasn’t. He echoed my thoughts, when he said, “They think we’re having an affair or something.”

We stopped outside the pub, and I showed Trent the two photos I had taken of Richard. He just scrolled back and forth between them. I said I could text Richard and tell him to change if he wanted me too. Trent said, he thought that would make it even more awkward, because it would mean he had told me Richard looked silly or something. I could see the logic in that and I was kicking myself that I hadn’t thought of it. It just proves you can’t think of everything. Then Trent asked what do we call Richard. I said Richard, wondering why he was even asking that. Trent said he looks more like a Rachel than a Richard. I said no you’re not calling him that just call him Rich. By this time I was really wondering about calling a halt to it all. It just seemed there were more difficulties cropping up.

Trent said, “Stop looking so worried. We have to just act like everything is normal.”

When we got to the flat I said I’d go in first and make sure Richard was okay. Trent said, no you won’t, it’ll be fine. I’m not going to laugh, and the sooner we get this done the better it will be. We walked in the flat, down the hall to the lounge, and then to the kitchen where Richard was fiddling around.

Trent said, “Hi Rich, how you doing?”

Richard was blushing, and I was just stood there hoping it things would be okay.

Richard was red, but he said, everything was fine, and dinner would be in 20 minutes.

Trent said, “Great we’re starving. You look good mate.”

Trent went in the lounge then. I said I’d sort us some drinks out. Richard actually pushed me away, and said he would do it, and bring them in. I really wanted to ask him if he really was okay, it must have showed on my face. He said he was fine, and to stop worrying, because I was making him more nervous. I guess I had been told, so I went and sat with Trent.

I asked if Trent if he was okay, and he said he was, and basically told me the same as Richard. He told me to stop worrying because it had gone well so far. But I wished he hadn’t have said, so far, on the end of it.

I just sat there thinking I was missing something in all of this, or I was indeed worrying too much. Trent actually pulled me into a cuddle as we watched the telly. He had his arm round me, when Richard came in. Richard handed us the glasses of wine, he seemed okay even though he was shaking a bit. Trent said thanks and sipped the wine. Richard went back to the kitchen.

We sat at the table and Richard brought the food in. He asked if we needed anything, Trent said no, this looks great. Richard went back to the kitchen. I wanted to ask Trent if he was okay, yet again, but I decided to shut about it. I really think, I was expecting Trent to talk about Richard, but he just talked about the drunk in the pub. I think now looking back I was the one who took the longest to relax. It still amuses and befuddles me to this day.

We had the trifle, and another glass of wine, then coffee, all served by Richard. Trent told Richard he loved it all, and then he went to the toilet.

I went in the kitchen and Richard was washing up. I wanted to tell him to leave it, but I think he wanted to keep himself occupied. I said I was taking Trent to bed, if that was okay. Richard looked heavenwards, and said I shouldn’t ask. I said okay. He said call me in if Trent doesn’t mind, and I won’t touch myself. He said remember what I like, and how to act. I said okay and I kissed his cheek.

How he wanted me and Trent to act was one of the things we had discussed, and I had passed it on to Trent, mainly about me talking to, or rather at Richard now and then. At some point while Trent and I were eating Richard had been in the bedroom, and lit a few candles. We had never discussed doing beşiktaş escort that, but I just went with it. I took off my clothes, and Trent and I got in bed. We kissed and touched each other. I had told Trent I needed to feel a little turned on before we asked Richard in.

I asked Trent to call Richard in, he said, “Rich you can come in if you like.”

Richard came in and Trent told him quite gently to sit in the chair.

This is where things got a little awkward for me. I knew Richard would like me to have fun, but just how much. Trent started kissing me, and then he moved between my legs. I gasped a little as he put his cock in me. I could see Richard’s face, as he sat in the chair. He looked sort of mesmerized by the whole thing. Trent was kissing me, and then he moved further in me which meant he couldn’t reach my lips. I felt him pull the covers of us, and I heard Richard moan a little, because now he could see Trent’s ass in motion.

Trent asked, “Are you enjoying it?”

I replied, “Yes.”

He said, “I was asking Rich.”

Richard just blurted out a soft, yes.

My hands were on Trent’s hips, and because he had moved I couldn’t see Richard’s face. Trent started fucking me a little faster, but it was still about only half his normal pace. I got into it a little more, and started moaning like I did when Kelvin had fucked me in the flat below. I felt an orgasm growing and I tried to suppress it. I’ve said before I’m not a screamer, but I do pant and groan, but even that I was trying to keep under control.

Trent knew I was coming, he started saying in a soft tone, “Come for me Jenny, show him how you come for me.”

I started being a little more vocal, I said I was coming and how good it felt. In my head I had my fingers crossed, hoping Richard was okay with it.

Trent kept going, and then went full speed ahead, for I guess about two minutes I got the hard fuck I usually get from Trent. He came and I think even he wasn’t as verbal as he normally is.

Trent kissed me and said he would go and leave us to it. He said goodbye to Richard, he picked up his clothes and went out of the bedroom to dress.

Richard didn’t move until we heard the front door shut. I asked him if he was okay, he didn’t answer for a while, and then he came towards the bed. I could see a wet spot on the skirt. He said he wanted to go and change. I spent a couple of minutes there waiting. Those minutes were agonising. Okay I knew Richard had come, but I still wasn’t sure if he liked it as much as he thought he would.

He came back in and got into bed. He kissed my cheek, and asked me why I wasn’t like he imagined I would be. He asked if I was scared. So I told him I wasn’t sure if he would really like it. He said he understood I was concerned but he really liked watching and I should know that. We talked a lot about it, and I told him I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, or for him to suddenly get upset. He laughed, and told me, he thought it was sweet, but next time he wanted me to go full bore, and really enjoy myself.

It took me a day or two to get round the idea of doing it again and more importantly to just let go. I’m not going to go on about that anymore.

When I got in to work the Monday after Trent fucked me, both Nick and Adam asked about the fancy dress party. Adam said I looked really good. Nick I could tell was trying to catch me out. He asked why Trent wasn’t in fancy dress. I said he had brought Richard home after their football game, and said he would drop us off, so we went and had a quick drink while Richard got ready. I don’t really think I convinced them, but they couldn’t really say a lot. It got round work that I had been to a fancy dress party, one of the girls came up and said she had been told I looked super hot, which made me chuckle, because of the way the two guys had talked to me. She asked to borrow my air hostess gear one day. She did borrow it a few months later, and when she brought it back, she looked a little annoyed. She said she got ready to go to a fancy dress party. Her husband took one look at her and said she wasn’t going out of the house wearing that. She said she refused to go, and they spent the weekend not speaking.

The next part will be the fuck I had with Trent in front of Richard last December. You’ll see how things had moved on.

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It was “the night”.

Brock and I had talked a few times about sex. Well, maybe more than a few. A friend of a friend, Brock knew more about me than I was totally comfortable with, including the fact that at age twenty I was still a virgin. Brock had decided he wanted to be the one to change my status.

A big part of the reason for my overdue loss of virginity was that I was totally clueless when it came to guys. I was shy, so usually got overlooked. The friend who’d introduced me to Brock was the only guy I was completely comfortable with. I’d fantasized about losing my virginity to him, but it didn’t seem likely to happen. Brock was a decent guy, and he was pretty hot, so I’d finally decided to go for it.

The problem was telling him I’d made the decision. We had plans to go to his boss’s lake house to toast hot dogs and marshmallows over the fire pit. Brock’s boss and his family were gone for the weekend; Brock had been staying there for a while between apartments, so he had the run of the place. It was a beautiful house; a nice place for my first time. But I wasn’t sure I dared to tell Brock I wanted to.

When I got to the house, he was at the fire pit, right beside the lake. I went over to him and was greeted with a hug. “You look nice,” he said.

I wore a white sleeveless blouse and denim shorts. “Thanks, so do you,” I replied.

He moved over to make room for me on the log that served as a bench. “So what do you want to do tonight besides toast marshmallows? We could go to a movie or something.”

“Or something,” I said.

He looked at me, and I could tell he knew exactly what I meant. “Are you sure?”

“Not completely,” I admitted. “But I think so.”

“We’re not doing anything if you aren’t completely sure. Let’s do our marshmallow toasting, and after that you can let me know if we’re going to have sex tonight or not.”

“Okay.” I swallowed hard. “Um, if I do want to, are you, um, prepared?”

“Yes, I have condoms. Never without them. Now, find a stick so you can have some hot dogs and marshmallows.”

We spent about an hour beside the fire, just enjoying hanging out together. Brock seemed pretty relaxed; I knew he’d be okay with whatever I decided. But I couldn’t completely relax no matter how hard I tried. It wasn’t that I had a question about whether I wanted to sleep with Brock; it was that I was afraid of how he’d react when I told him I did.

Finally, the mosquitos drove us indoors. “So what do you think?” Brock asked.

I took a deep breath and nodded. “I want to.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

He held out his hand. “Then come with me.”

We went into the bedroom he slept in, a small, pine-paneled room with a window looking at the lake. He sat down on the bed and patted the mattress beside him. “Have a seat.”

I lay on my Manavgat escort back, my head hanging off one side of the bed and my feet off the other. “I’m comfortable,” I said, more to make myself believe it than anything.

“I’m sure you are. And seeing you lying there like that makes me want to do a few things to you.” Brock ran his hand over my belly. “So how do you want to do this?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never done it before.”

He laughed. “I know that, and I know you haven’t even really fooled around with anyone. You’re very innocent, aren’t you? How’d someone with a body like yours manage that?”

“No one seemed interested, and I don’t go out much.”

“Well, I’m interested. Very interested. Taking off our clothes would be a good place to start.”

My nerves kicked in, and I felt frozen to the bed. “I don’t know if I can.”

“Well, I can’t fuck you through your clothes. Tell you what.” He got off the bed and grabbed a deck of cards from the nightstand. “Let’s play strip poker.”

I grinned. “I’ll win.”

“You win either way.”

He shuffled the cards and dealt. My first hand was perfect; a pair of kings and a pair of aces. I decided to try for a full house, and discarded the lone two I held. “That’s all?” Brock asked.

“Yep. The other cards are okay.”

“Hmm. Maybe I should be worried.” He set down three cards and took three more. “Okay. I bet my shirt.”

I took a card from him and was careful to hide a smile when I saw another king. “Okay. Same here.”

He set down his hand. “Three queens.”

I put mine down. “Full house. Off with the shirt.”

Brock pulled off his T-shirt, revealing his muscular chest. I almost reached out to touch him, but stopped myself. “My deal.”

“Go for it. And enjoy the victory; it’ll be your last.”

On the next hand, Brock beat my three of a kind with a straight. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and let it fall to the floor. “No fair,” Brock said. “I’m bare chested; you’re not.”

“You said shirt,” I pointed out. “It isn’t my fault you didn’t think about my bra.”

“Well, that comes off next.”

“Only if you win.”

He won. I took off my bra, revealing the boobs that I thought were way too small. Brock didn’t seem to have a problem with their size, though. “Very nice,” he said. “Can’t wait to see what you have on under those shorts.”

“You’ll have to win a hand first.”

I won the next hand, but all Brock had left was his jeans. I blushed and stammered, and couldn’t quite spit out the words I needed to. “Um, can we end the game now?” I said after a moment.

“Don’t dare to ask me to take off my jeans, huh?” He stood and peeled them off. Under them he wore blue boxers with a very noticeable bulge in the front. “Should I take these off too?”

I blushed and nodded. Brock Manavgat escort bayan stepped out of the boxers and I got a good look at the first completely naked guy I’d ever seen in real life. I took a quick glance at his cock, then looked away. He laughed. “It doesn’t bite, you know.”

“I know.” But my face was warm.

“You can take off your shorts, too.”

I wasn’t sure I could, but I stood up and, facing away from him, finished undressing. No guy had ever seen me naked, and I wasn’t sure I dared to see Brock’s reaction.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. “Lie down.”

I lay on the bed, and he lay beside me and traced my nipples with a fingertip. “Are you nervous?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“I understand. I’ll be as gentle as I can, I promise. Does this feel good?”

“Yes.” The touch of his finger sent shivers through me.

“I’m glad. I want you to enjoy this. It’s good that you chose to lose your virginity with me. Some guys would be jerks about it, but I want it to be good for you.”

“That’s good.” I wasn’t sure what else to say.

He kissed just below my ear, then down my neck to my breasts. I let out a whimper; why hadn’t I known this would feel so good? I’d definitely been missing out! Brock smiled and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, while he continued stroking the other with his finger. A jolt shot through my pussy. “God!” I said, and immediately bit my lip.

“Don’t be ashamed of enjoying it,” Brock said. “You’re supposed to.” He brought his finger down to my pussy and rubbed gently. “That’s nice, isn’t it?”

“Yes!”

“Should I do more? Do you want me to go down on you?”

I had no idea. A friend, the one who’d introduced me to Brock, had told me about oral and had tried to describe how it felt for a woman. Since he was male, he hadn’t had much more idea than I did about it. I wasn’t sure Brock really wanted to do it, but since he’d offered and I was curious, I said, “Okay.”

Brock slid down my body and positioned himself between my legs. When his tongue touched my clit, I jumped. “Oh, god…”

He didn’t answer, just kept moving his tongue and lips over my clit and pussy. I’d masturbated; I knew what an orgasm felt like, and I knew one was definitely on its way. I forced myself not to cry out, but when I came, I couldn’t help it anymore. My hips bucked and I shouted, “Oh, my god!”

With a grin, Brock looked up at me. “Was that as good as you thought it would be?”

“Yes. Holy shit!”

He laughed. “So do you think you’re ready? Take your time, and if you’ve changed your mind, that’s okay. But I’d like to make love to you.”

“I want you to,” I said softly.

“Good.”

He picked up his jeans and took a condom out of the pocket. Once he had it on, he covered me with his body, looking into Escort manavgat my eyes as he lined his cock up with my opening. “It’s going to hurt,” he warned me. “I’ll be easy, but…”

“It’s supposed to hurt,” I said. “It’s okay.”

He pushed forward, and I felt the tip of his cock enter me. Then he stopped. “Damn, you’re tight. This isn’t going to be as easy as I thought.”

“Can you do it?”

“Of course I can.” He pulled back, then thrust hard into me. I yelped at a stinging pain. “See? I’m not even in yet. I’m sorry I hurt you.”

“You didn’t mean to. It’s going to hurt. I just hope you can get in.”

“I can.”

Gentle wasn’t an option; it took several more hard thrusts before Brock finally broke through my hymen. I was crying by the time he was in. He lay still and brushed the tears from my face. “I’m sorry that was so hard,” he said. “Let me know when you’re ready. It feels so good to be inside you, but if it hurts too much, we can still stop.”

“No, I don’t want to stop.” I took a deep breath. “It doesn’t hurt as much now.”

“Do you want me to keep going?”

“Yeah.” Pleasure was overtaking the pain. “Yes, keep going, please. It doesn’t hurt anymore.” I couldn’t help laughing. “Oh, god, it really doesn’t hurt!”

Brock smiled. “Okay.”

Slowly he moved in and out of me. The pleasure built; it felt like the warmth in my pussy was taking over my entire body. I moaned, said things I couldn’t imagine myself saying, things I couldn’t remember a moment later. Throughout it, Brock’s eyes stayed locked on mine, and I could have sworn I felt his pleasure along with my own. When I came, it caught me by surprise. “Fuck! Oh, god, fuck!” I cried.

“That’s what we’re doing, all right,” Brock teased. “You feel so good! Is it okay if I come?”

“Yes. Oh, yes!”

He picked up the pace of his thrusts, fucking me harder and faster until he moaned, “Fuck, yeah!” and lay still.

After a moment, he pulled out of me and rolled onto his back so he could take off the condom, which he tossed into the trash. He pulled me against him, and I lay my head on his chest. “Are you all right?” he asked.

Tears filled my eyes, though I had no idea why. “Yes, I’m good. That was wonderful! I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

He gently wiped away a tear with his finger. “It’s normal for girls to cry their first time. Don’t worry about it. Are you sore?”

“A little. But it was worth it.”

He kissed the top of my head. “I’m glad.”

We lay together for a little while longer, then I looked at the clock and realized I needed to get home, since I’d borrowed my mother’s car. Brock walked me to the door and gave me a cheek-peck goodbye. “Do you want to get together again?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Good. I’ll give you a call.”

He called a couple days later, but for various reasons, things going on in our lives, we never did manage another time together. But I’ve never forgotten him or how kind and gentle he was with me that night.

And I can never hear any mention of strip poker without getting just a little wet.

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When I was 16 years old mom and dad went through a nasty divorce. I loved them both, but stayed in New York when dad went out to Nevada to open his business. I was something of a nerd and wound up graduating form high school at the top of my class but still a virgin. A short while after graduation, I reached my 18th birthday. Mom decided to marry a guy she had been dating a while. She asked my dad to have me live with him. I wasn’t too happy but my dad promised me a good time so I left home and joined dad in Nevada.

Dad met me at the airport and we started our drive to the ranch. I asked him weather he raised cattle or horses on the ranch. He said, neither, his ranch was like the chicken ranch. It was a large bordello and since I was going to be there all summer he would see that I had plenty of time in the “saddle.” He said by the time I got back to New York I would know so much about women, and be so confident that women would fall all over me. It as important that I learn about women since this business would be mine. While I was there I would work as his assistant and sleep with a different woman every night. For tonight he would pick the woman, since she would be my first after that the women would decide.

After arriving at the ranch dinner was served. Thick, juicy, steak, and wonderful conversation with our companions. Both women were gorgeous and intelligent. I thought they must be managers or office staff. I did not think it was possible for women this intelligent and sophisticated to be prostitutes. But I was wrong. Allison the one who would take my virginity later that night had a master’s in psychology and was studying for her PhD. She was tall long legged and beautiful. Her auburn hair was long and hung to her shoulders. Her breasts were large and shapely. Her legs looked like they went down forever and were topped by a magnificent ass. But the most exquisite part of her was her face decorated by her large green eyes. As we talked, I lost myself in her eyes. I was totally mesmerized by them, and sure that there was no way this gorgeous creature would give me the time of the day.

After Manavgat escort dinner we sat and talked in the living room. Dad poured us drinks and the conversation got spicy. Dad’s date, Virginia fished his cock out of his pants and began to suck on it. Allison pulled me up and led me out of the room.

She said. “I’d rather do than watch. There is a nice hot tub on the deck get ready and I’ll meet you there in 10 minutes.”

“Sure Allison.” And I rushed off to my room.

A short while later I was at the hot tub. Allison arrived, wearing a fluffy white robe. She dropped it to the floor, revealing her beautiful, naked body to me. I knew that, her auburn hair was natural. Her large breasts fascinated me. I could not stop looking at her. She smiled and looked at my trunks. The bulge in them, was getting bigger.

“Those trunks have to come off. Are you going to stand there all day gawking or are you going to join me?”

She slid into the water gracefully and watched me as I removed my trunks. Allison watched me, her eyes, holding mine. She said. “That looks tasty do you mind if I try it.” As she licked her lips, leaving no doubt as to what she meant. Her hand went to my cock and she pulled it to her mouth, kissing just the tip. I groaned at this new sensation. Then, her mouth opened and Allison took my hard penis into her mouth the warm wetness of it was like nothing I ever felt. Her lips enclosed the head, and her tongue caressed it. Without warning I erupted into her sucking mouth. She sucked me deep, and swallowed all but a little that drained out of the corner of her mouth. Allison gathered what was on her lips and dribbling out of the corner of her mouth on her finger tip. She looked into my eyes, and slowly licked my cum off. “Tasty” she said. “Next time you will last longer now that I’ve taken the edge off. Was that your first time?” I nodded yes, and she said. “Don’t worry, by morning you will know what to do.”

Allison pulled me into the hot tub, took my hands in hers, and guided them to her breasts. “Do they feel nice?” I nodded my head and she smiled. She then guided Manavgat escort bayan my hands to her nipples rubbing them with my palm. “Yes! Do that! Just like that, you are making me feel so good. If you do that, every woman will want you to play with her tits. Now pinch the nipple a little, not too hard. Yes! OOOOOOOOOOOOhhh, so good.”

She pulled my head down, lifting one breast to my lips. “Kiss it, suck the nipple. I know you want to. Don’t stop.” I did and soon she was caressing my hard cock once again. “Try and hold it back now I’m going to suck you again now. If you make it last longer, it will feel great when you cum.”

Allison led me out of the hot tub and had me sit on the lounge next to it. She placed a towel next to me and knelt on the deck. She lifted my cock, and kissed my balls. “Spread your legs, I want to lick your calls for a little bit.” I spread my legs, and her head descended between them. Her mouth opened and took one ball inside. Her tongue began to lick and caress it. Then she began to moan around it. The pre-cum began to drip from the tip. Her hand caressed the head, getting it slippery with the pre-cum. Then her hand began to travel up and down my shaft, getting me closer to release.

“Slow down honey you will never survive the night with me if you cum so fast. I like lots of sex.” Then her head went to the top of my cock. “If you hold out for 10 minutes I promise you a very special treat tomorrow night.” This time her mouth descended onto my cock all the way. She took it deep into her throat, her lips caressing my pubic hair. She pulled off and looked at me. “Watch me as I suck your cock.” The she went down again. I began to sweat and tremble as she continued this treatment. Slowly, getting closer to the ten minute time, and, to the treat promised for tomorrow. Her hands went to my balls as she began to caress them again. She began to hum, and the vibrations were driving me crazy. I began too moan as the tension built up. The pre-cum was running like a river. Allison was constantly swallowing to keep from drowning. Two minutes to go and then I couldn’t Escort manavgat help it, my eruption blasted into the back of her throat causing her to choke and pull off of my spurting cock. Her face was getting covered with my sperm. Reaching for the towel, she cleaned us both off. “Next time warn a girl, so that she can decide whether or not she wants to swallow it. Eight minutes not bad for a virgin. Let’s shower and go to bed. I guarantee you won’t be a virgin by tomorrow.

Allison took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom. She slowly washed me and caressed every inch of my body. She soon handed me the soap and guided my hands over her breasts and ass. The sensation of my hands gliding over my slippery body soon had me hard. Her mouth joined mine, and she taught me how to kiss her. Out tongues dueled until the water started turning cold. Then she led me out into the bedroom, and dried both of us off. Ordinarily, I use a condom with every customer, being that you are a virgin I will not use one with you, because I know you are safe. After tonight you must use a condom with every woman you are with. If you do that you can ride me bareback anytime. If you don’t use a condom, just once, then you are putting yourself at risk as well as any sexual partners you might be with. I do not have sex with any of the customers. I deal with their submissive fantasies. I often do them with a strap on, or have them masturbate in front of me. This makes you very special. Oh and I’m on the pill too, so I won’t get pregnant.”

We got on the bed together, and she guided me above her. Allison lifted her knees, and took my cock in her hand. Looking into my eyes she rubbed the head on her wet slit, lubricating it for her. Her hips tilted up and her other hand pushed onto my buttocks thrusting me into her. She pulled me closer, until our pubic hair meshed. The warm slippery wetness was better than her mouth had been. “Now you’re not a virgin anymore. Fuck me, make me cum. Finish the job she whispered” I began to slowly pump in and out of her, wanting it to last. I was afraid that she would no longer let me do this if I didn’t satisfy her. Her hips matched my rhythm and soon we were moving like we knew what the other wanted. Our speed increased and soon we were close. Allison was able to Time her climax to coincide with mine. We both collapsed in a sweating, and screaming heap.

To be continued.

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It was on Monday afternoon that Grant issued a proclamation to his mother and sister.

“I want Angela to move in with us.”

The decision could not have been entirely a surprise to either woman, but nevertheless they were both a little shocked. Grant had only spent a weekend with his new love, and already he wanted her to cohabitate! Did he really know what he was doing?

“Grant,” Jessica said, “don’t you think that’s a bit rash?”

“No,” he said emphatically. “I know what I want. There’s a spare bedroom where she can put her stuff. Or she could even put her stuff in my room.”

That really dumbfounded them. The very idea that another human being—especially a woman—would be allowed to invade the sanctum sanctorum of Grant’s living quarters was, if anything could be, a true indication of how enraptured he was with Angela.

Jessica and Carrie just looked at each other, speechless.

Finally, Carrie said: “Um, have you by chance asked Angela what she feels about all this?”

“She agrees with me—but only if you two are on board.”

Well, that was a neat way of putting the pressure on them!

“Okay, Grant,” Jessica said resignedly, “if that’s what you want. I’m just wondering—”

“I know what you’re thinking,” Grant interrupted. “You think I’m being too hasty. Well, I’m not. I know my mind, and I know my heart. I’m certain this is the right thing to do.”

Carrie, with some trepidation, raised a delicate subject. “What about Marcia?”

Grant frowned in confusion. “What about her?”

“How is she going to feel about this?”

“Why should it bother her?” he said dismissively. “She’ll still get as much of me as she wants. So will you two.”

“I’m not sure you’re really giving her what she wants,” Carrie said ruefully.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I think you know.”

Grant digested that for a bit. “Yeah, I think so too. But she shouldn’t worry.”

“No?”

“No. I’ll talk to her—and I’ll do more than talk.”

And so it was decided. Angela moved in the following weekend. She did not in fact put her stuff—not much of it, anyway—into Grant’s room, but Jessica made available their fourth and last bedroom for her use.

With the school year picking up steam and Grant having to spend more and more time on the football field, there was not much opportunity for remorse or recriminations. In spite of his heavy schedule, he remained ready and willing to service all his women more or less to their satisfaction. Everyone knew that Angela was at the top of the heap, and in a certain sense Jessica was not far behind. Then came Carrie, and the lugubrious Marcia brought up the rear.

But a new wrinkle occurred in late January.

Carrie was continuing to feed Grant a succession of virgins, and virtually all of them went away thoroughly satisfied. But it suddenly occurred to her that there were boy virgins as well as girl virgins, and she was in fact pestered by any number of young men who had gotten to know some of the ex-virgins that Grant had been with—and, learning of the bevy of women in his household, wondered why a similar service wasn’t being provided for them.

So, after consulting with Marcia, Angela, and her mother, she came up with a plan of action. But she knew that it might be tough getting Grant’s approval.

She explained the situation frankly to Grant, who nodded sagely, saying, “Yeah, I know plenty of guys who need help. So you’re going to volunteer your services, sis?”

That startled Carrie a bit. “Um, well, no. I had another candidate in mind.”

“Who?” Grant asked, already seeming to lose interest in the subject.

“Angela,” Carrie whispered, then winced as if expecting a blow.

A shudder ran through Grant, and the blood drained from his face.

“No,” he said quietly. “No way. That’s not going to fly.”

“Oh, Grant,” Carrie said passionately, “you’re not going to keep her all to yourself forever! She’s not your personal property. She—”

“But why her?” Grant said in something close to a whine. “Why not—uh, Marcia?”

“She doesn’t want to,” Carrie said flatly. “Evidently she thinks your cock is the only one that should probe her insides. Very devoted of her, but—”

“How about Mom?”

“Are you crazy? First of all, she doesn’t really want to, although she will if there’s no other option. But if this gets out, she’ll get into huge trouble at work.” Jessica was an elementary school teacher, and the school administration was not likely to look favorably upon her hiring herself out as a hands-on sex ed teacher to college boys. “Anyway,” Carrie continued, “these tender boy-virgins are going to be intimidated by her: they’ll feel like they’re sleeping with their moms—”

“What’s wrong with that?” Grant said under his breath.

“—and maybe they won’t even be able to perform.”

“Then I repeat: what about you?”

“Oh, Grant, the boys don’t want me. I’m no raving beauty, and you know it. They won’t have Manavgat escort any interest in me.”

“Come on, sis. You look just fine. Anyway, all the boys really care about is a girl who has the right body parts. And you certainly have those.”

“Thanks for that resounding endorsement of my feminine charms, brother of mine. But really, Angela’s the obvious choice. She’s beautiful, but she also has that shy exterior that will actually make the even shyer boys feel comfortable, as if they’re in charge. Boys like that, don’t they?”

Grant ignored that jab. “You’re not going to tell me that she wants to do this.”

“She does, Grant,” Carrie said quietly.

“She told you that?” he said in a small voice.

“Yes, she did.”

Grant paced around his room like a caged tiger. Returning to Carrie, he grabbed her by the shoulders and seemed on the point of shaking her within an inch of her life.

“I really don’t like this, Carrie.” Grant only pronounced Carrie’s name—instead of calling her “sis”—on state occasions.

“Let go of me, Grant,” Carrie said as his fingers dug into her shoulders. When he did so, she said: “Look, this is a case of what’s good for the goose is good for the gander, isn’t it? Since when is it okay for you to fuck all these virgins and not let your beloved do the same?”

“Don’t use that kind of language,” Grant said primly. He was amusingly squeamish about people—especially women—using profanities around him.

“You know what I’m saying,” she persisted. “I believe it’s called the double standard.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know all about that,” he said. “And I agree with you in principle. I just don’t like to think of her . . .”

“I know you don’t. But what about her? Do you think she likes the thought of you, um, deflowering all these virgins?”

“She’s never said anything.”

“She’s too polite to say anything. Anyway, she loves you no matter what. So are you going to tell me you’re not going to love her—or love her less—because she does the same thing?”

“No, of course not.”

“Well, there it is, then.”

And so it seemed to be.

But Grant wanted to take up the matter directly with Angela. That night, after a more than usually vigorous bout of vaginal and anal sex, he lay on his back next to her and said, “So I’ve been talking with Carrie.”

Angela, covered with sweat, suddenly felt a shiver go through her. “Oh?” she said warily.

“Yeah. I think you know what it’s about.”

“I guess I do.”

He turned to her with a look of pleading on his face. “Do you really want to do that? Really and truly?”

She took his face in her hands and gave him a long, deep kiss. “Grant, you mustn’t worry. You know I love you, don’t you?”

“Of course.”

“I love you now and I’ll love you forever.”

“So do I.”

“So what’s the fuss? I mean, these poor guys—I feel so sorry for them! First because they haven’t had the glorious experience of a female body, and second because they’re just so clueless about girls. I just want to help them, that’s all.”

“That’s fine, but—”

“And it will only be once or twice a week. You do your virgins more often than that.”

“I know. I just worry.”

“Worry about what?”

Grant swallowed hard. “Maybe some of them will . . . fall for you. Maybe they’ll all fall for you. I can’t imagine any guy who wouldn’t!”

“That’s sweet. But I think that’s a risk worth taking. Haven’t some girls fallen for you? Me, for instance?”

“That’s different.”

“There’ve been some others.”

“Okay, but Carrie is pretty good about telling them that I’m not available that way, and they should find guys of their own.”

“Well, I can tell them the same thing, can’t I?”

“Sure, but . . . but what if you fall for one of them?” This, really, was Grant’s biggest fear.

She kissed him again, also giving his cock a little tug. “There’s no chance of that happening, dear. None at all.”

“Are you sure?” he said. Tears were filling his eyes.

“Absolutely.”

He had to be satisfied with that. He wrapped her in his arms and began another session.

*

Melissa Waters never thought of herself as particularly beautiful. Maybe pretty, maybe cute—but not beautiful. She was a bit short—five foot four—and just a tad plump, especially around the hips and thighs. She thought she had a nice face—open, honest, with full lips and high cheekbones framed by untidy auburn hair. And she felt her boobs were pretty nice—large and heavy, even if not as firm or perfectly shaped as others she had seen (not in real life, but in films). Those had probably been enhanced, and that’s something she would never do. And she defied her friends by not shaving her pussy, with the result that her bush had become gloriously luxuriant.

So when she heard that the sister of the university’s star football player was offering that superb specimen of masculinity as a means of relieving her of Manavgat escort bayan her tedious virginity, she leaped at the chance.

Throughout high school she had yearned to get rid of that annoying membrane in her vagina, but never found the right boy for the purpose. She’d had a certain number of volunteers—the boys whom the prettier girls had scornfully rejected—but she found them wanting in various ways. She had no desire to wait until marriage to be deflowered, but she did have certain standards.

So when she came to Grant’s house, she was shaking just a bit in tingling anticipation.

Carrie let her in with a knowing smile and led her upstairs.

Yes, upstairs. For Melissa’s life was about to be profoundly changed by sheer happenstance: it was only because some repairs needed to be made on Grant’s windows on this chilly Saturday afternoon in March that he had to take Melissa into what was ordinarily his mother’s bedroom. She was out shopping and would have no use for the space for hours.

Carrie quickly introduced Melissa to Grant, then retreated discreetly.

Grant had done this so many times by now that he had fallen into a routine. He made efforts to put the girls at ease by asking them to tell him something about themselves—not quite as intensely as he had done with Angela, but something along those lines. The girls seemed to find Grant’s interest, whether feigned or not, reassuring, and they were happy to chatter on—partly out of flattery, partly out of nervousness. The tactic did seem to work.

So Melissa told him the basics of her life while Grant expertly scrutinized her.

She was far from bad-looking, he concluded—and he even felt a bit mortified in thinking that she had some minimal advantages over the divine Angela, whom he at times felt was sometimes just a bit too thin. He liked girls with a little flesh on their bones. Anyway, as Melissa was babbling away, he blandly began undressing her and then let his own robe fall to the ground.

Melissa gasped when she saw a naked man for the first time—it was in some ways the most gorgeous sight she had ever seen. She promptly dropped to her knees and inserted his cock into her mouth. Carrie had told her to do that, but she didn’t need any coaching. She had in fact done the same with a few high school boys, although that was as far as it ever went.

Grant lifted her up after a few minutes and led her to the bed. As usual, he plunged his face into her pussy and began licking and sucking vigorously. Somehow Melissa wasn’t expecting that, and she came within minutes. A little embarrassed at how quickly her climax had come, she lay on her back looking hesitantly at Grant, who looked back at her beaming. Then he slowly climbed her body and mounted her.

The initial penetration—in which his cock came up against that surprisingly tough membrane—was not at all painful, as Melissa had known from the numerous times she had stuck bananas or cucumbers in herself up to that point. She hadn’t gone any farther, knowing that whoever took her virginity would want the honor of breaking through the barricade. As Grant did so, she did feel a twinge of pain, but it was not nearly as bad as she had expected. As Grant recognized that his partner wasn’t in as much discomfort as most of his partners, he pummeled her thoroughly, hands squeezing her breasts and bottom, until he came.

He rolled off of her and lay on his back. She looked over to him and saw that his cock was streaked with blood.

Omigod! That’s mine. There must be more in me.

She tentatively felt herself—and sure enough, aside from the viscous fluid that came from Grant, she detected some blood oozing out of her.

Not wishing to stain the sheets, Melissa quickly got up from the bed and said, “I’d better clean myself up.”

Grant was in the habit of helping his ex-virgins in the procedure, and he stiffly tried to get to his feet, but Melissa said, “You stay here. I’ll be right back.”

Without thinking—she must have known there were others in the house, but in her post-coital daze she forgot about it—she walked naked into the bathroom. And she also failed to close the door fully.

As she gazed at herself in the mirror, she noticed the spots of red on the insides of her thighs. She was about to begin the task of cleaning up when someone walked into the room.

It was a young man—and he was naked also.

“Omigod!” she squealed. “What are you doing here?” She made futile efforts to cover her breasts and her groin with her hands.

The guy in question seemed dumbfounded by the presence of a female in the bathroom. He made no attempt to cover himself. And what’s what led Melissa to gaze in a kind of horror at his midsection.

Holy smokes—this guy’s huge! I swear I’ve never seen a cock as big as this.

The cock, although softening somewhat, must have been at least ten inches when erect.

The guy continued to stare at Melissa in bewilderment. He managed to say: “I—I Escort manavgat was with Angela.”

Melissa knew that that was Grant’s girlfriend—in fact, they seemed all but married. And she knew that Angela did the same service for guys that Grant did for girls.

“You were a virgin?” Melissa said, unable to believe she was having a conversation with a naked man while she herself was naked. She realized the absurdity of trying to hide her private parts and dropped her arms to her sides.

“Yeah. You too?”

“Yeah.”

The man looked down at Melissa’s groin. “Um, did you bleed?”

“Yes,” she said tartly. What’s the meaning of that remark? Do you get off on the idea of a bleeding virgin?

“Can I help?” he said softly.

Melissa was stupefied. “What? Help how?”

All of a sudden the guy was all business. “Look,” he said briskly, lowering the lid of the toilet seat, “why don’t you sit down there? I’ll see what I can do.”

For the life of her Melissa didn’t know why she obeyed him so readily, but she did. The guy took up a washcloth, soaked it in cold water, and then looked down at Melissa as if he were the family doctor. Then, bending down on his knees, he split her legs and said, “Let’s see what we have here.”

Melissa looked down in wonderment as the guy scrubbed away the blood that was already drying on her thighs, then mopped up more fluid—both red and white—leaking out of her pussy.

Rinsing out the washcloth as best he could, he turned back to her and said with satisfaction, “There! That’s better, isn’t it?”

“I guess,” Melissa said dreamily. “Thank you.”

The guy continued to beam at her.

“Um,” she said, “why are you here? I mean, why did you come into the bathroom? Do you have to pee?” She had heard from someone that men often had to urinate after sex.

For some reason the guy blushed. “Well, no,” he said unsteadily. “You see, I just went into Angela’s bottom, and she insists that a guy clean up right afterwards.”

“You’re not going to tell me,” Melissa said incredulously, pointing at the guy’s member, “that you put that thing into her bottom!”

The guy’s blush deepened. “Well,” he pleaded, “I didn’t go in all the way.”

“Thank heaven for small mercies! You’d have split that poor girl in two!”

And they both laughed at that.

Now it was Melissa who was all business. Standing up and facing the guy directly, she said, “So you need a bit of cleaning up? I’ll see what I can do.”

And as the guy watched in silent amazement, Melissa grabbed his cock, brought him closer to the sink, and did a thorough job—with soap—washing and scrubbing that organ to the best of her ability. She was amused to note that her actions made it quiver and harden.

She looked at it wryly, then up at the guy, who was at least six inches taller than her. Screwing up her face as if pondering a complex problem in quadratic equations, she said, “I really don’t know how a girl even gets that thing into her pussy.”

“Oh, it fits,” he said weakly.

“Yeah? Well, let’s see about that.”

And she led the dazed man to the same toilet seat she had sat on. Looking down at his hugely erect member, she said, “My God! I really don’t think this is going to work. May I try?”

“Okay,” he said in disbelief.

She took his member in her hands and made it probe her opening as she tentatively squatted down on him. Getting the first few inches in wasn’t a problem, but after that she was in a bit of discomfort. Then, slipping a bit, she inadvertently plunged the entire thing into her in a single motion.

“Omigod!” she said, having the strange sensation that she was choking.

“Don’t hurt yourself!” the guy warned.

“It’s okay,” she said with some effort, pulling him out of her a few inches. My Lord, he really does go in pretty deep—it seems as if it’s coming out my throat.

But she gradually got the hang of it, even though the cock was both longer and thicker than the one she had just had in her a few minutes ago. She started riding the cock—gently at first, then with greater vigor. The guy, for his part, grabbed her bottom and also had ready access to her breasts, bringing her closer to himself so that he could nestle his face against those heavy globes and suck and kiss them to his heart’s content.

Melissa hugged the guy’s head to her chest as she moved her hips up and down on that immense member, becoming more and more comfortable with it. Her own juices were helping, and she sensed that she was on the brink of another climax. But then, somewhat unexpectedly, the guy exploded in her—and the frequent bolts of fluid he was shooting into her triggered her own orgasm, causing her to cry out and hold his head so firmly to her chest that she momentarily wondered whether he could even breathe.

After their paroxysms had subsided, she pulled his head back and gave him a wet, sloppy kiss. Still keeping him in her, she said, “Wow! That was fantastic!”

“Yeah, it was great,” he said, breathing hard.

She now pried herself off his cock, feeling a bit of pain in doing so. It was now slick with some residual blood from her vagina and also with both his and her fluids, and his own essence was dribbling out of her and down her thighs.

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(M/F, cons, first time)

WARNING: This is an adult story, containing sensitive material of a sexual nature, including graphic descriptions of consensual “vanilla” sex. If you find such material offensive or are underage, do not read further, but please bypass this story for one more suitable for you.

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The youngsters in this story (They are both of legal age) did not use any birth control measures… because they are little more than children and their hormones got in the way of common sense. Obviously, they will behave more responsibly the next time. Of course, we know that all reasonable adults should behave responsibly when participating in sexual activities and they wish to avoid conception and the spread of disease.

Acknowledgements are given to Kenya Miali King.

* * * * *

Chapter 1

I had never dated much. I was just the proverbial farmer’s daughter. I wasn’t pretty enough be to a cheerleader and I wasn’t smart enough to a class officer, and I wasn’t rich enough to wear really nice clothes. I was just a nobody, someone who blended into the wallpaper and was almost invisible. Most days I just went home after school and did my farm chores, spent some time studying, and would spend a little time reading before going to bed early.

When I reached puberty, my reading material changed from Nancy Drew to “romance novels”. It always felt good when the handsome, successful businessman would fall in love with a simple girl like me. Once he got to know her, he would love her and they would live happily ever after. But I also began to notice that the romance novels seemed to fall into two categories: one seemed to be for younger readers where the couple would possibly share a chaste kiss, while in the other group of novels, the couple to become much more physical, frequently becoming passionate long before they actually fell in love. Sometimes, they would even make love. But it always seemed to follow that once they had become physical, true love would follow and, although they sometimes had rocky times, they would eventually get married. That always made me tingly.

I sometimes wondered if I would ever fall in love… because you have to get to know a boy before you can fall in love with him… and since I didn’t date much, I never had much of a chance to meet boys other than in school.

Finally, during my junior year, I decided that I didn’t want to just sit and wait for some boy to notice me and start talking to me, so I made it a point to join groups in the hallways and listen in on the conversations and participate whenever I could. It was difficult because I felt like an outsider, but I stuck to it.

Finally, it paid off! I became aware that Steve was often at my side during these hallway conversations, and he would ask me questions and sometimes we would continue talking even after the group broke apart. Steve was a senior, and was on the Football team, but he never played very much. He asked me to sit in a particular area of the bleachers so he could see me when he came out on the field before the game. Then he would find me, and although he wouldn’t wave or anything like that, he smiled at me before he started warming up with the team. After that, I always arrived at the football field early so I could sit in the same seat at every game.

Near the end of the football season, he asked me to go to a movie with him. He picked me up at my home (Daddy insisted on that) and met my parents (Mommy insisted on that), and after a few minutes of conversation, we left for the movie. I had told Mom and Dad that I wouldn’t’ be late because Steve was in training and had a curfew. We held hands in the movie, and I enjoyed the touch of his hand so much that I didn’t pay much attention to the movie. The movie was a long one, and afterwards, we only had time for him to drive me home, where he walked me to the door and we said goodnight. Mom and Dad were up in their bedroom when I got home, and they were pleased (although they tried hard not to show it) that Steve had brought me home when we had said he would.

A couple of weeks later, the football season ended, and Steve and I went to another movie. I told my parents that I would be out later because Steve didn’t have a curfew now that the season was over.

The movie this time was shorter, and we went to have some ice cream after the movie. Then we drove home, and we parked in my driveway and talked for a while. And he kissed me. It was wonderful, and it felt good to put Alanya Escort escort my head against his shoulder as we talked some more. Then, Mom turned on the yard light… telling me that I had been parked in the yard long enough, and that I had better get inside. Steve waked me to the door again, and this time we kissed good night.

At the end of our next date, I suggested that Steve not park in our driveway, but rather to pull off the road behind a group of trees that formed a windbreak across from our house. The turnoff to “our place” was hidden from the house by our barn, so that my parents, if they were watching, couldn’t see us pull off the road.

Once parked, we kissed. Then we kissed some more. And some more.

It felt so good! But after a while. I had to stop it because Mom and Dad would be expecting me home. So Steve backed the car out (with the headlights off) and we drove around the block so he could pull into my driveway and walk me up to the door. (Mom and Dad like it when he had the courtesy to walk me to the door at the end of a date.)

For our next date, we skipped the movie and had some ice cream before we returned to “our place” in the trees behind the barn. Steve told me he would be getting a letter in football this season, because he had stayed on the team each year in high school. He was a little bitter about getting his letter this way and not being good enough to play. As he talked about his disappointment at having to stay on the bench, I sensed his vulnerability, and I listened carefully without comment. He appreciated being able to talk without my being judgmental, and I appreciated his willingness to open his soul to me. As the evening grew later, I really enjoyed the attention he gave me with our arms around each other and he whispered little things in my ear and kissed my ear and my neck. I gradually became aware that his left hand had moved from my back to my side, almost grazing the side of my breast. No boy had ever touched my breast, so I was a little frightened at the nearness of his hand. But I didn’t want him to take it away. I most definitely was not about to push his hand away because I liked him and I wanted him to like me, so. I leaned back against the car seat and dropped my right hand to my lap, effectively opening my front to his touch, but he didn’t follow up. I think he was shy and nervous. After more kissing, he took me to my door and kissed me goodnight.

Before our next date, two things happened that deeply affected me. My prize ewe gave birth to a precious little lamb, that filled me with pride and delight. The second event took place the morning of the day I was to meet Steve. We bred our mare. If you’ve never seen a stallion bred with a mare, there is no way you can visualize the effect this had on me. I had seen it before, but never when I was dating a handsome, strong boy (man) who cared for me. The fact I was dating Steve and had spent time in his arms changed the way I felt when I saw the Stallion mount the mare, biting her neck, and seeing the mare back into him as the stallion took her. Nothing had changed for the horses, but a great deal had changed for me. The rest of the day, I wandered around in school, almost in a daze… thinking about the mare… and about Steve! And the more I thought about it, the hotter I became. And the Hotter I became, the more I wanted Steve. Steve had never laid a finger on me… but I kept thinking about his hand and how close it had been to my breast, and I knew I wanted that to change. I wanted that to change tonight!

Chapter 2

It was fall and already dark when he picked me up, I asked him do drive directly to “our place” behind the barn, where I fell into his arms. As soon as possible, I leaned back into my seat, opening my breasts to his exploration, but again, he didn’t proceed. After a period of kisses, which caused my frustration level to rise to an intolerable level, I told him about the ewe and asked him if he wanted to see the new baby lamb. Always interested in my life, he said yes. We left the car where it was and walked to barn. Our approach to the barn was hidden from my parent’s sight, and we used the rear entrence to the barn.

The full moon provided enough light Inside the barn that I could show him the baby lambs without having to turn on the light. He made the appropriate :”Ooooohs” and “Aaaahs!” Then I took him and showed him the mare and told him that we had just bred her that morning. To him, she was just another horse, but to me she symbolized something very different.

I offered to show him one of my favorite sights and led him up the ladder to the hayloft and opened the rear door to the hayloft showing the rolling hills of our farm bathed in the moonlight. I always enjoyed this sight. He said it was nice, but obviously he didn’t enjoy it nearly as much as I did. But I appreciated his willingness to share with me. I sat on a bale of hay in the moonlight as he looked around. Slightly embarrassed, Alanya Escort bayan he mentioned that he had heard jokes about what happened “in the hayloft” with “the farmer’s daughter”, and embarrassed, I denied them all. He sat beside me and apologized for hurting my feelings and we started kissing. Soon, we moved from the hay bale to some loose hay on the floor and I lay back allowing him to lean over me to kiss me. Soon his hand was at the side of my chest, and even though I moved back and forth, it never seemed to get any closer to my breast. After watching the stallion and mare that morning, I really wanted the feeling of a man’s hand on my breast. I wanted more than just a hand on my breast, but I was afraid to think beyond that point.

Since he wouldn’t touch me, I ran my hand over his chest as we kissed. Very unobtrusively, I opened the top button on his shirt. He didn’t seem to notice and kept kissing me the same as before, so I took the lead and rolled him over on his back We continued kissing and I released the next button and slipped my hand inside his shirt to touch is bare chest.

He gasped at my touch and froze, but I kept kissing him as I caressed his chest. As he relaxed, my fingers found a nipple. A man’s nipple is a funny little thing, small and flat, sticking out just a little, but to my surprise, it seemed to grow as I touched it. It didn’t grow much, but it definitely got larger and harder, and I noticed his breathing changed. Then his hand found my breast, and it was my turn to gasp and freeze. He was almost afraid to move his hand now that it had found me, so we just stayed there, both of us afraid to move. And I realized that if I didn’t do something to let him know it was OK, he might take his hand away, so I pressed his hand to my chest and leaned down to give him the deepest kiss I could.

That did the job, and he began exploring my chest as we kissed passionately. While we kissed, I found the buttons on my blouse and slowly opened them. When my blouse was open, we rolled over again so I was on my back looking up at him. He looked at my open blouse and slipped his hand inside it and his fingers and hand cupped my bra. I had chosen my bra carefully, selecting one that had a single hook in front, but he didn’t seem to know how to handle it. He was afraid to go further than just running his hand over my breast and squeezing it occasionally, so I unhooked the bra for him.

He watched fascinated as the bra loosened. I lay back as he ever so gently peeled the fabric back and for the first time since I was a child, a man looked on my naked exposed breasts. Slowly he bent down and kissed my nipple. Then he started to suckle me, and I felt a huge breath of air escape from my lungs. I hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath. As he looked down at me, and I saw the look in his eyes, I cupped my breast in both hands and offering them to him. He kissed and licked and suckled my breasts, amd I ran my fingers through his hair, holding is face and mouth to me. Then I rolled him on his back again and moved over him and presented my breast to his hungry mouth. He steadied my breast with his hand and sucked more, and even though I was a virgin, I was feeling down right naughty. I unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way and we slipped it off of his shoulders. Then I lowered my mouth to his and we kissed deeply and the electricity jolted through me as our chests pressed together, skin to skin. We kissed like that for a long time, and slowly, hesitantly, his hand moved down to my hip and stopped there.

Damn! Was he going to stop at the hip like he had stopped at my side? I put my hand on his and led his hand down my leg until it passed the hem of my skirt and rested on the bare skin of my leg. Then, holding his hand in place, I rolled onto my back again, and gazed into his eyes. His trembling hand slowly moved up the outside of my leg, under my skirt, to my hip, then up to my bare stomach, then downward until his feather-light fingers barely touched my mound through my panties. I almost swooned at his touch. My hand fell to the hay beside my shoulder, palm up and I gasped for breath as his fingers began to move in small gentle movements sending thrills throughout my entire being. I don’t know how long I lay there as he gently stroked me. Gone were the visions of the stallion and the mare. They were replaced with fleeting thoughts of me with my stallion, the stallion who was caressing me more intimately than I had ever been touched in my life!

Chapter 3

His hand moved up to the waistband of my panties and he began edging my panties down, and I panicked, grabbing his hand and stopping him.

“I just want to look at you, to see you. To see all of you,” he whispered, reassuringly. “To be close to you! ‘

He had seen by breasts, touched and tasted my nipples. Still, I was nervous and afraid. I didn’t want to refuse him. He had paid attention to me, cared for me, loved me. I wanted to keep him, and Escort alanya I was afraid I wouldn’t if I refused him. Could I refuse this request that seemed simple enough… to see me… to be close to me..? I was so aroused that I knew that I didn’t want to resist – – – I knew that the time had come for my first sexual experience. I knew full well what I was getting myself into. My mind told me to say no, but my body yearned for him. In the end, my hormones got the better of me.

I felt lost in his deep eyes and I came out with an answer that even surprised me.

“Only if I can see you, too.”

After a moment’s astonishment, he nodded and his hand went to his belt buckle.

“No,” I stopped him. “Let me! Please!”

He smiled and nodded. Then again he lay back on the hay and I sat up on my knees beside him to unbuckle his belt. I must have been a sight with my skirt bunched up around my waist, my shirt and bra hanging open and my breasts bouncing in the moonlight. The buckle opened and the zipper came down, but I couldn’t get the button open. After some embarrassing fumbling, he helped me and his waistband of his jeans released. He lifted his hips as I pulled down his jeans to below his knees. He was wearing jockey shorts and I blushed at the enormous bulge inside them.

Timidly, I reached out and touched the bulge with a finger. Then with several fingers, and to my amazement, it seemed to grow even more. I gently grasped the bulge through the fabric and he moaned, closed his eyes, and lay his head back. Did this simple touch effect him so much? I took the waistband of his shorts and pulled it downward, but his shorts got caught on his… thing! He smiled and lifted his shorts over his… thing… and I stared fascinated as I saw my very first erect penis. He was circumcised, throbbing gently, very hard, and he was veeeerrrry big.

I was afraid sex would be impossible for us! He was too big… there was no way that that could fit inside me. I had heard girls comment about how big their boyfriends were, and yet they still seemed to be able to have sex. But surely they hadn’t been this big! I sat there gawking at his enormous nakedness. Suddenly, I realized I was staring and another big blush flowed over me and I looked at him in embarrassment.

He was smiling tenderly, enjoying my fascination with him. “You can touch it if you want,” he offered. I looked away quickly shaking my head, my embarrassment flooding over me. He sat up beside me and put his arm around me and we kissed again. Then he lowered me to my back and said, “Your turn!”

Again, he lifted my skirt out of the way and grasped the waistband of my panties at my hips, gently pulling them down.

“Mmmmmm, nice!” he commented as I came into view. I lifted my hips, and then my knees and legs until he slipped my panties over my heels, dropping them in the straw. He bent down and kissed me gently. Then he reclined beside me, his gaze moving up and down my body. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do, so I put my hand over my chest, hiding my breasts from his view.

“Nooooo!”, he said gently, taking my hand and gently pushing it to my side, giving him an unobstructed view of me. “I want to look at you!” I left my hand at my side. If he wanted to look at me, then that was what I wanted, too. I knew I didn’t have an outstanding body like some of the girls did, but seeing the admiration in his eyes, it didn’t matter at all. He was enjoying seeing at me just the way I was!

“May I touch you?” he asked, his eyes meeting mine. Oooohhh, yes! I wanted him to touch me, to caress me, to love me. Without a word, I nodded, and his hand found me. It caressed my mound, the tops of my legs. In response to his gentle prodding, I separated my legs and he traced the edges of my lips and gently parted them. I quivered as he ran his finger along the length of my labia, and returned to find my opening. He gently nudged and I gasped again as the tip of his finger enter me. He pushed deeper and I whimpered…

“Please… I’m a virgin… “

He jumped back like he had been bitten by a snake. “Did I hurt you?” he asked with intense concern.

I smiled at him. “No. But you were at my hymen. And I’d rather lose my hymen the old fashioned way.” I don’t think he understood what I was referring to.

“I didn’t know,” He whispered. “I’m a virgin, too.”

I took his hand and placed it back on my mons. “You can touch me. But, please, no fingers – – – at least not yet.”.

He resumed his explorations of me, carefully touching every part of my anatomy. Then his hand cupped my mons and we kissed deeply. I drew him on top of me and he settled between my legs, and as his fingers to spread my lips, I felt him nestle between them and he started pushing. He was positioned wrong and couldn’t gain entrance, so he pushed harder trying to force his way into a place where there was no opening. It started to hurt.

Chapter 4

“Here, let me… ” With a trembling hand, I reached between us and found him – – – again, his shear size startled and frightened me. – – – He bent down and kissed me gently. I moved him to my entrance. I knew that it would hurt going in, but I couldn’t wait to try it. I felt the head of his penis begin to enter me.

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In one breath, he blew out all of the 18 candles on his birthday cake. Today was his day to shine. After his friends and family had wished him a happy birthday, and he had opened all of his gifts, he decided that today would mark the day of a new chapter in his life.

Before today, he had dated a few girls casually, but since he lived in the South he only had the luck of only getting to date the religious ones who wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of claiming himself a man. It’s not like he was ugly or anything, or that he had anything wrong with him—the girls were just too immature. It was almost as if they were listening to the voice of their preacher in the back of their heads, hearing him say “God will send you to hell and let you live a life of internal damnation and hellfire if you commit the mortal sins of the flesh.”

But John had enough of those girls. I mean plenty of girls were willing to sleep with him; they were just the ugly ones that no one wanted to touch. They would hang around the pool where John was a lifeguard and just stare at his well-toned body and muscular frame. He had been a lifeguard for the past three summers— his piercing blue eyes, sun kissed hair, and chiseled features accented his tanned body.

He had to admit the past summers were fun. Although he really wasn’t fond of the Southern girl look, the annoying accent, or the fact that he couldn’t tell if they were inbred, he always got a thrill when he caught the girls staring at his body and touching themselves, pretending to adjust their bikinis. He also was flattered when the gay guys asked him for help getting something which had fallen in the water, and then staring at his ass when he dove in to get it. He was used to having people act like he was a piece of meat. But now it was his turn. He was ready to leave this place called the South and try and find himself a woman, or women, so that he could experience the pleasures of the pussy.

It was the summer before college, and he had gotten his 18th birthday wish; he was going to take a cruise to the Caribbean by himself. John had never been on a cruise before, let alone by himself. His friends were supposed to go with him, but they couldn’t find the money to pay for the tickets. John’s ticket was nonrefundable, so his parents told him he could go alone.

*****

When he boarded the ship, he looked around at the layout—the awesome views of the ocean were only heightened by the bikini clad women already sprawled out by the pool. He checked into his stateroom, put his bags down, and started unpacking his stuff. He was so excited about his trip he couldn’t contain himself. As the boat started out, he decided to go and check out the other passengers he had seen gracing the pool.

As he stripped off his clothes, he was thinking about some of the girls he saw get on the boat. Just thinking about them made his dick begin to harden and thicken. His hand brushed against his growing cock as he slid out of his pants. He just couldn’t contain himself. He kept thinking about this one girl who got on the boat with her family. He just remembered her turning to meet his gaze for a split second, smiling as she picked up her bags and walked away. John slowly stroked his cock, as he undressed her with his mind. He worked off his underwear and lay down on the bed, picking up speed and rhythm as his cock secreted pre-cum. It felt so good, and it would feel even better inside that girl’s sweet pussy. He started moaning with pleasure, as his hips writhed with uncontrollable desire. He touched his balls and could feel his cock filling with cum, as he lay there stroking his dick. He gasped a last breath before he came, the momentary bliss of the orgasm leaving him paralyzed for a split second.

He slowly got up and walked to the bathroom, where he washed himself off. He pulled on his swim trunks over his semi-erect dick, found his beach towel, and headed out to the pool. It was time to go and experience life.

John went up on the deck and looked over to one of the pools. He couldn’t get over how big the ship was. The cabana bars surrounding the pools, the large water slide, and the hot tubs, all made John’s youthful heart race with excitement. He walked over to the edge of the pool, and found himself an empty lounge chair and laid down.

There were little kids playing with their parents in the kiddy section of the pool and middle aged people having tropical looking drinks, as they flirted with the bar staff. John just laid back and closed his eyes letting the sun bask his body with its rays.

“Sir, would you care for something to drink?” one of the cabana boys asked him.

“What’s that? Oh no, thank you. I am fine for now,” John responded, noticing that the young man was staring at his crotch instead of looking at him in the eye.

“Fucking homo,” John thought as the cabana boy walked away, looking disappointed. “I guess I just can’t escape some things,” he mused.

As he went to close his eyes again to evade Side escort the glaring sun, he noticed the girl he saw when he first boarded the ship coming to the pool with her family. She was so fucking hot, especially in her black bikini. Her straight brown hair fell slightly below her shoulders; her perky breasts accentuated by her olive skin tone.

“Shit,” John thought, “they are coming over here!”

Her little brother ran over and plopped down in the lounge chair next to John, shouting, “Mom, I claim this seat,” and giggled like the little pest that he was. The little boy put on his flippers and snorkel and was about to jump in the pool.

“David, get over here right now! You forgot to put on your swimmies,” said the little urchin’s mother, who had put her bags down next to John. But John wasn’t paying attention to the kid and his mom, because the girl of his dreams was standing in front of his lounge chair, her tight round ass right in his direct line of vision. He couldn’t stop thinking about all the things he wanted to do to her. Unexpectedly, she turned around, smiled, and mouthed a silent, “Hi.” She turned again and dove into the pool. Her little brother, David, jumped in after her shouting something about searching for a giant octopus.

John thought for a moment. “What should he do? Should he dive in after her? Should he stay where he was seated?”

“Honey, can you watch your brother? I am going to go get a drink from the bar with your father.”

“Okay, Mom,” the hottie answered.

“Damn,” John thought, “her voice was so sexy.” It didn’t have that annoying Southern twang that he was used to from back home.

“Hey, David, I am going to get out and lay out for a while. Will you be okay by yourself?” the girl asked her little brother.

“Sure, Cally, I’m still looking for a big octopus.”

“Her name is Cally,” John thought excitedly, “That’s not a bad name. I mean at least it’s not like Bertha.” As John was thinking about her name, he noticed Cally getting out of the pool. Her breasts glistened in the sunlight, as her wet bathing suit clung to her body. Her nipples showed through the nylon bathing suit, and he could almost make out the slit of her pussy, as she walked toward the direction of the lounge chair next to him.

“Hey there,” Cally said as she looked at John, “Do you mind helping me? I need to put on some sunscreen but I can’t really reach my back.”

John couldn’t believe she was talking to him. She leaned over from her seat on the lounge chair, and was handing over a bottle of SPF 15 sunscreen before he could even sit up and say “Sure.”

“So what’s your name?” he asked as he got up and sat on the edge of her chair, where she had laid down on her stomach.

“Oh, I’m Cally, and that’s my little brother Dave.”

John squirted the sunscreen in his palms and warmed it before massaging it onto her back.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“My name’s John.” She cocked her head up at him, and looked at him in the eyes. His dick jumped in excitement.

“So where are you from John? Are you here with your family or what?”

John rubbed Cally’s lower back and responded, “I’m actually from Alabama. Believe it or not, but I’m here by myself. The cruise ticket was my 18th birthday present from my parents. My friends were actually supposed to come too, but they couldn’t get their acts together. How about you? Why are you here?”

“Well, I am on a family vacation. I’m going off to college next year and my parents think this is the last family vacation I’m going on. Parents are so strange. Hey, do you mind getting the back of my legs too?”

“Sure,” John said. He was enjoying himself way too much to even consider stopping. Her skin was so soft, which complemented her well-toned figure.

“So, you have a cabin by yourself?”

“Yep,” John replied, as he continued focusing on her legs.

“It must be great to have it all to yourself. I wish I could get away from my family a little bit.”

He had to make his move. “You’re more than welcome to come and hang out with me.”

“Yeah, that would be nice. You know, it’s really surprising isn’t it. There really aren’t that many people who look our age here,” Cally reached behind her and guided John’s hand to her inner thigh, “You missed a spot.”

“Damn,” John thought, “this girl sure is straightforward.”

He couldn’t believe that he was massaging her inner thigh. He was so close to her pussy, and it was driving him wild. His dick was growing in excitement and he was glad his swimsuit gave him lots of room in that area. He just had to touch it though. Pretending to make a mistake, he brushed his hand against her crotch, as he rubbed her leg. He thought he heard her moan, and he yelped out a guilty, “Sorry.”

She turned to look at him again, “Hey don’t worry about it. I trust you.” She smiled seductively and turned back around.

“Cally, help! Cally my swimmy popped. Cally, help I’m sinking!”

Cally Side escort bayan jumped up in her chair and looked out in the pool trying to find her brother. John was already on top of it though. He was diving in after David, before Cally could get out of her chair. Cally ran to the edge of the pool and stood there dumbstruck as the boy she just met grabbed her drowning brother and began swimming him back to safety. John helped David out of the pool, who ran to Cally’s outstretched arms.

As he hugged his big sister, David shouted, “Cally, don’t cry. It’s okay. That boy saved me.”

John stood at the edge of the pool not knowing what to do. It was always awkward after saving someone. But as any good lifeguard would do, he decided to make sure David was alright.

“Is everything okay, sport?” John asked.

“Yeah! I am going to eat some cookies now! Cally said I could have some.”

Cally smiled warmly at John and walked with David back to their lounge chair.

“What?” John thought, “Not even a thank you? I swear. People can be so rude sometimes.”

He went back and laid down on his lounge chair trying not to look at Cally and her brother.

No sooner had he lay down and closed his eyes, he felt a hand touch his knee, and slowly move underneath his swim trunks toward his groin. John opened his eyes immediately and sat up.

“John, I just wanted to thank you for saving David like you did.”

It was Cally’s hand which was continuing up his swim trunks toward his growing cock. “I just got so scared, and I froze. I’m so glad you were there for me.”

As she said these last words, John smiled nervously, as she squeezed the tip of his erect cock.

“Oh, it was nothing,” John laughed uneasily, “I’m a lifeguard back home.”

“Oh, it’s definitely something,” Cally spoke, as she flashed him a mischievous smile, and pulled her hand out of his shorts. “ I want to invite you to the dinner dance thing tomorrow night. You don’t have to let me know now, just give me a call later. My family’s in room 212.”

Before John could answer, David had come up behind Cally with a cookie in one hand and a full beach bag in another. “Cally, come on. I want to go find mommy and daddy. I’m tired.”

“Oh alright, David, let’s go. But John, just give me a call or something and let me know.” She grabbed David’s hand and started walking toward the bar to find her parents.

John was spellbound. This girl was a mystery to him. She made so many sexual advances toward him; she didn’t talk much, yet she still made her little brother her number one priority. But it had been John’s experience that if something was shrouded in mystery, it had something to do with being a girl. He wondered what was going to happen between him and her, but he knew one thing for sure—he was going to call her to go to the Caribbean Formal tomorrow evening.

*****

It was his big night. He had just gotten off the phone with Cally, and he had settled all the arrangements that needed to be made. John was really glad that he had bought his tuxedo for his prom, and that he had remembered to pack it.

He stepped into the hot spray of the shower, the water hitting his entire body. It trickled over his muscles, and caressed his neck and shoulders. He couldn’t wait for tonight. He just imagined Cally in her dress, and then his mind worked her out of her dress. His dick hardened at the thought, but he knew he should save his energy for sex rather than waste some of it on masturbation.

As he washed himself, he went over in his mind all of the preparations in his head. He had cleaned up all of his stuff, and made everything spic and span. He had made sure to order the turn down service with one of the love packages the ship had. It was something like rose petals sprinkled on the floor and bed. He thought that Cally might appreciate the romantic attempt.

He stepped out of the shower and dried himself off. He pulled on some boxer briefs, and clothed himself in his tuxedo. After gelling his hair and combing it through, he stood in the mirror to make sure everything was perfect. He had to admit, he looked good. And now it was time to see if looking his best paid off.

He walked into the banquet hall and sucked in a quick shallow breath. “Damn, she looks fucking hot!” he thought. Cally stood with her back toward him, her black satin dress dipped down from her shoulders all the way down to the top of her butt. The material clung to her body, accentuating every part of her backside. He wanted nothing more than to just go up and grab her from behind.

He walked up behind her and touched her shoulder. “You look gorgeous, Cally.” She turned around, her hair pulled away from her face, accentuating her big blue eyes.

“You clean up well yourself.” The dress draped down her shoulders and the black satin fell to the top of her breasts. Her olive skin glowing in the light, enticing John to touch it, as if he would never be given the opportunity Escort side to do it again.

“Why don’t we sit down and eat, and then you can take me out on the dance floor, and show me some of those country dances you all do in Alabama,” she said, as she linked her arm with John’s. They walked over the one of the tables and sat down, waiting for the waiter to serve them.

“Where are your parents and brother tonight?” John asked a little nervously.

“Oh, my parents are right over there across the room,” Cally said as she waved in their general direction, “They are trying to rekindle their marriage or something. But don’t worry; they’ll give us our space. And my brother, he’s with the child care people they have on the ship.”

John grinned at Cally, as she sipped her drink. She was so beautiful just to watch. Cally extended her hand and touched John’s.

“So tell me all about your life!” Cally said excitedly.

The two of them ate their dinner discussing their pasts and lives so far. Cally’s family was Italian American, and she lived in California. John told Cally his stories about being a lifeguard. Through the course of dinner, their conversation flourished and soon their laughter was heard throughout the room.

John couldn’t believe how successful this night had been. Not only was Cally sexy as hell, he actually got a feeling that they had some connection. The echoes of the waltz entered into their conversation.

“Would you like to dance?” John asked, taking Cally’s hand.

“I’ve been waiting all night.”

John lead Cally to the dance floor, acting like he was showing off a trophy he had won. He put his hands on her waist, realizing that this was the first time he had touched her body. The material of her dress held tight like a second skin; her body felt so good in his hands. She put her hands around his neck, and looked into his eyes. They were nearly the same height, especially when she had heels on. Their bodies swayed to the music, as their heads filled with thoughts about each other. John wanted nothing more than to take Cally right there in the middle of the dance floor. It was so hard to contain his primal cravings and the hormonal yearning that he was feeling.

“Cally, do you mind if we go outside for a minute? I need to get some fresh air.”

Cally’s face turned from happiness to concern. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just a little warm?”

“Sure, whatever you need.” John took Cally’s arm and led her through the crowd, outside on the deck, where the breeze blew over the waves below.

“Are you feeling better?” Cally put her arms around John and held him in front of her.

John turned to face her, her arms dropping to her sides. He brushed her cheek with his hand, while using the other hand to bring her close to him.

“I want you so bad, Cally.” Without another word, he moved in and kissed her lips. She kissed back, her soft lips caressing his. The moment seemed to last forever, prolonged by the couple kissing more passionately. They broke for a moment. John shot Cally a questioning glace, as if asking if they really wanted to do this. Her response—a kiss more passionate than the first.

They stood there kissing for a while, the wind blowing around them. John warmed Cally by pressing her closer to his body. His penis hardened by their close touch, pressing against the fabric of his pants.

“Let’s go somewhere a little less public,” Cally said, breaking from the embrace, “We need to take care of something.” She placed her hand against John’s groin, and smiled.

John’s heart leapt in his throat, “We can go to my room. No one will bother us there.”

Cally grasped John’s hand, as he led her through the ship’s corridors to his room. He fumbled with the key trying to get the door open, but when he finally opened the door, Cally went in before him, turning on the lights.

The rose petals were sprinkled all over the floor and on the bed.

“So, I guess you were expecting me to come back with you, huh?” Cally asked smiling.

John’s face reddened in embarrassment. “I was being hopeful.”

“Well, you got your wish, now come here and kiss me.” She grabbed him playfully and pushed him on the bed.

As they started kissing, they kicked off their shoes, and Cally helped John out of his jacket, and began to strip off his shirt. She straddled his body, kissing him, as she finally worked him out of his shirt. She began to kiss his body, running her fingernails over his toned abs, and down to his crotch.

John couldn’t believe his eyes. He could feel his breathing grow heavy, as Cally’s hand slowly undid his pants. He looked up in her eyes, and still couldn’t believe the situation he was in. He touched her shoulders, and pulled the satin from them, exposing her. He reached around and undid her strapless bra, at the same time that she had undone the button and clasp on his pants. Her beautiful breasts were now were exposed to John’s longing gaze. He adjusted himself on the pillows, and began to kiss her neck and moved slowly down to her breasts. He kissed each one, and began to suck on her nipples, feeling them harden in his mouth. He applied a little pressure with his teeth, and she moaned with pleasure.

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