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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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She was clad in a short, abbreviated dress that showed off to perfection the full symmetry of her well-formed legs. Her hair was bobbed and short, done in the blunt-cut, customary style of the day. She walked with a sway of her hips like the young street walkers do whenever they see a nice foreign made Indian car pass by, while a small bag dangled on the small of her back. To me she seemed to be a new one on the block, a fresh face among the numerous gaudily done faces of the street.

I asked my chauffeur to slow down the pace of the car as it passed her. She looked up at the slowing vehicle, and her eyes grew wide. Her eyes were of a deep violet hue, with long silken lashes, and a cute pert little nose, and an adorable pouting mouth. Her age was hard to judge, especially in this age when modern fashion can make a granny don short dresses and bob hair – but I judge she was not much over nineteen.

I got my chauffeur to stop the car paces away from her and I looked back as she walked towards the car. Her thin, almost transparent dress hardly concealed the perfect contour of her two delicately chiseled breasts, held in tight by a slender brassiere, and the sight of these two tempting mounds of girlish flesh almost made me reach forth to squeeze them.

I opened the door as she neared the car and asked her if she would like to get in the car and talk. She looked surprised at my suggestion, hesitated for a while, looked around about her and started to walk away. I instructed my man to keep pace with her walking; he expertly maneuvered the vehicle with its open door right behind those little swaying bottoms. The girl looked back once again, with fire in her eyes, turned again and walked in rapid strides. My man did not need more instructions he followed with her pace.

It was at the corner of the street that the girl stopped again, so did my experienced chauffeur bring my vehicle to a halt. James my chauffeur since the past twenty-five years had seen me grow from a little boy to a robust young man. James was well aware of all my vices; he was besides my chauffeur, my bodyguard and a very dependable friend all rolled into one. At the age of forty-five now, he looked very young for his age and had been my guide to the city’s nightlife. He knew of my appetite for young girls and sex workers, and today was no exception, he had probably been through this routine umpteen number of times. The only exception was that today the girl had taken almost fifteen minutes before she stopped again. When she stopped, we were at a more decent end of the street where a nightwalker would never stride.

The girl whirled about on her heels and looked through the Alanya Escort escort tinted glasses towards the back seat, where I sat. She walked the necessary steps to reach the open door and bent down to look at me. She looked in my eyes as if reaching to my soul. I politely asked her if she wished to dine with me. She burst into a smile, straightened up her frame, swayed her head, in a sort of nod and got in the car besides me. I knew that the battle was won. She informed me that she had her dinner and would not mind if I dropped her at her place, which was at the other end of the city.

Anu, that’s what she told me her name was, emitted a magnetism of her person. I told James to drive the machine, which he mastered, to the address given by her. James knew well what was going on in my mind, and did not exceed the speed limit, in fact proceeded less fast than a walk in order, as he well surmised, to give me plenty of time to carry out whatever project I had in mind.

I pulled up the little V-blinds of either windows of the car and thus Anu and myself were left to privacy. I passed my arm around the back of her head to take it to the small of her back and then I boldly drew her close to me. I snuggled her in my arms and attempted to kiss her on the lips. She laughingly repulsed me, and looking significantly at James, who could see us through the mirror, that he would not was a different story of loyalty. I reached forward and drew the shade that obscured James’ view. She now allowed me to press my lips to hers while her arms went around my neck. I suckled on her luscious lips for a few seconds and then parted them with mine to open her mouth as I let my tongue enter her mouth, playing on her teeth and dueling with her tongue.

Allowing my hand to fall to the front of her waist, I boldly squeezed and manipulated her breasts, allowing a finger to titillate the dormant nipple to a state of erectile hardness, and then allowing my hand to fall down on her leg, I dove up under her skirt and molded and caressed to full her bare and electric thighs.

At this she drew back a bit and made as if to stop me, but now, my hand being like a bar of iron I pulled her back to me, and allowing my hand to dive right back up her thighs, past the seam of her panty to feel the bare lips of her sex and her pubic hair. I caught hold of a few strands of her pubes firmly between my fingers and tugged on it to show to her who was in power here. She did not resist anymore, she lay forward on my chest, her arm around my neck, her eyes pressed tight in shame or in pain as her lower half gyrated to an unknown tune. I released her pubes to further venture Alanya Escort bayan the mounds of her lips parting them to play in the crack.

I removed my hand for an instant, and tearing open my trouser, allowed my member the freedom it thrived for. I seized her hand from my neck and placed it gently on my member, she grasped it in a firm grip, wrapping her soft and dainty fingers around its hardness and moved her hand slowly up and down its engorged and burning length, while her dance of passion continued as my hand reached back to her love groove, playing with her little throbbing button of pleasure which was soon hard like a stone.

My mouth was again sealed to hers, our tongues now playing like a pair of snakes copulating in a warm and wet hole. Our breathing became synchronized as did our hands playing with each others very differently shaped bodies, bringing each other to a state of excitement where the only result would be a messy one.

I disengaged from her kiss, removed my hand from between her things and soothed her passion my caressing her arm. I then asked her to straddle my lap, she looked at me with surprise, and however she lifted her bottom from the seat and attempted to sit on my lap. I guided her by catching hold of her bottom and pushed her dress up about her waist. I shifted her panty to a side and then holding my cock with my fingers guided my cockhead to her slit. I then allowed her to slowly settle down upon it, she cried in pain shrieking at the top of her voice as I forced her hips down on my member. I freed one of my hands holding the cheek of her buttock to cover her mouth in order to suppress her scream. I could feel my member enter her roughly, first the head and then the rest of it followed till it disappeared completely inside her body.

I felt a certain tightness of a female body that I had not felt since a long time now. I waited for a few seconds for her tight body to get accustomed to my size. I slowly removed my hand from her mouth to replace it with my mouth in a kiss and with my both hands I clutched the bare flesh of her bottom in a tight grip and I lifted and pulled her on my member again, giving short jabs in her tight pussy. Tears rolled down her cheeks to wet my cheeks and chin as they also did hers. Her eyes were pressed tight as she resisted my stabs of passion, her body just taking in the pain. I relaxed my grip on her buttocks and edged her to move on my cock. Her body shuddered and then shivered, but a few moments later the carnal movements started as she moved her bottom in slow movements. She began to moan in pleasure and held me by the neck, as she pushed my head on Escort alanya her bosom. I left my hands of her bottom completely and put one around her waist while with the other I undid the buttons of her shirt to reveal her bra covered breasts. I pulled one side of her bra to free one of her delicious breast and sampled it by moving my tongue over its smooth skin to reach the taut and hard nipple. I mouthed her nipple, nibbling on them as her bottom continued to milk my cock. I held her firmly in my arms and we began the delicious weaving dance of lust.

I felt myself about to give vent to my lust, and wishing to pierce her deeper, I fell her off my arms, and placing her upon her back on the cushions of the car, I drove my manhood deeper inside her body. I started to stroke her pussy harder with my pole making her moan with each thrust. It was the sixth or seventh trust and I could not take it anymore. I let go my charge and felt it bubble and boil in great soul-stirring spurts within her tender, clinging and equally excited body. She also came following me in a shivering state of ecstasy.

By the time we disengaged our bodies, we were almost at her place. Repairing our apparel, we sat close in each other’s arms, and James brought the car to a stop, lighted the interior of the car and awaited further orders.

She got off the car, asked me for my telephone number. I put my visiting card in her extended hand and pulled her by the hand back to seat. I kissed her pouting lips, and reached with my other hand to pull my purse. Pulling out one of those big notes that would suffice the service that I received, I put the money in her other hand. She looked at the money in her hand with a surprise, judging that I had underpaid her I added a couple of other smaller denomination notes. She looked at me with tears in her eyes, and she threw the money in my face and ran down the iron gate of the apartment where the car stood now.

I looked at her bobbing buttocks as they disappeared behind the gate, and glanced towards James with a puzzle reading on my face, only to be faced with an equally mind boggling puzzled face of James. We sat at that gate for a couple of minutes, without exchange of words, just smoking cigarettes. Then got back in the car and drove off.

It was in the car that I felt some wetness on the seat cover; I moved forward and opened the light to illuminate the interior. The wetness on the covers was deep red blots. And I knew what had gone wrong in the happenings of the night.

Anu was probably not a street walker, she was probably just a college girl who had taken the lift home from this rich brat and had an experience of a life time. I was right, for the next day I found a college textbook, which might have slipped from her bag the night before. I felt sorry at my insensitivity towards the situation, I called on James and told him to find Anu’s address, for if nothing more she was entitled for an apology.

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Jason Miller loved to daydream. He was always sitting in class, as his teachers would ramble on about hypotenuses, mixtures and suspensions or Greek mythology. While most of the teachers liked him, he never seemed to apply himself properly to his homework, choosing to blow it off until the last second when he scribbled in answers one minute before the bell rang on the due date. Surprisingly enough, he passed most of his classes with flying colors, getting A’s and B’s on his final exams and graduating high school without a problem. He had always been an outcast from the rest of the students, choosing not to go to the ceremony (at the disappointment of his parents) and jumping straight into work, stocking shelves on the graveyard shift at a grocery store.

After a while of living with his dad and saving money, he bought a used car and moved away more suddenly than anybody expected. The prospect of starting a new life was just too great. Women were always on his mind, taunting him with their low cut blouses and mini skirts, flashing off their beautiful legs. It was horrible knowing that the small town he lived in had nothing to offer him, or anybody who liked him. He wasn’t bad looking at all, merely different. An even 6’0″, a somewhat pale and scrawny boy who looked young but had eyes with a few more years in them than he had actually lived. Other teenagers didn’t tune into this and brushed him off as a loser, separating him further from the contact with girls he so desired.

Moving from the Midwest to the sunny state of Florida, he quickly found a cheap apartment and found the same job he had before at a new store, using his nights off to take walks around town and get used to his new surroundings. He felt freer than he had ever felt before, as if he were coming out of his shell and out into the world for the first time.

However, his problem with daydreaming never stopped. Several times his boss would catch him staring at a woman, completely unmoving, only to pull him aside and scream at him. Every single time, he would respond with, “I’m sorry, sir. I wasn’t paying attention.” only to be thrust back into his aisle with a very loud verbal warning.

On the last night he worked one particular week in May, he was midway through his shift when a group of rather noisy females came in. His attention drifting, he examined them from his aisle. Two blondes, a brunette and a redhead, all dressed up as if they were ready to go clubbing. For one brief moment, the redhead locked eyes with him and he stopped moving, lost in the green orbs of one particular woman that directed them his way. She flashed him the brightest, most seductive smile he had ever seen. All of a sudden, a hand gripped the back of his t-shirt and yanked him up. Of course, his boss.

“Time and time again, I come in here and what do I see?! You’re like a goddamn rock, staring at some woman with your tongue hanging out of your mouth, not working!”

Jason could only stutter, “I’m sorry, sir, I was…”

“Wasn’t paying attention! You never pay attention and I’m sick of it! Get the hell out of my sight and find another job, you little bastard!”

With a shove, he was propelled out of the aisle and pushed towards the door, customers stopping in their tracks as they watched the former employee left outside. Jason could only curse inwardly, walking toward his car. Slipping inside, he slammed the door shut as he put the key in and turned. Nothing. Frantically, he began to turn the key, muttering the whole while.

“Oh no, you’ve got to be kidding me. Come on, come on…”

After a moment, he gave up, popping the hood and getting out of his car. After a quick examination, he attributed it to a faulty starter and slammed the hood shut. Out of nowhere, a female voice spoke behind him.

“Need some help?”

Whirling around, he came to find that it was the girl he had just been staring at in the store. He was finally able to get a good look at her. She was somewhat tall, coming up to his nose and had wavy red hair flowing to her shoulders, smooth olive skin and a killer body being shown off nicely by a red halter-top and black micro mini with matching spike heels. After the initial period of shock, he managed to stutter.

“M…my car isn’t starting.”

She laughed as he slowly shifted his stance, the growing hard-on in his loose-fitting jeans sending warning that he had better act fast to keep the embarrassment away. The one thought Alanya Escort escort in his head didn’t have anything to do with a car or job, but rather:

‘What I wouldn’t give to get you on your back.’

His thought ended just in time to allow him to listen to her.

“Well…I’m out of minutes on my cell phone and I doubt you want to go back inside, seeing as you just got fired and all. My friends and I am on the way to the Lion’s Den, the club down on 2nd St. Your house on the way?”

Jason could only stare in wonderment, knowing full well his house was on the way. He’d get the opportunity to ride with her? Quickly, he nodded in confirmation.

“Yes, yes it is. That’s very kind. Thank you.”

She held out a slender hand to him, long red nails pointing devilishly.

“My name’s Traci.”

He took her hand gently and shook it awkwardly.

“Jason. Don’t you have some friends with you?”

“Oh, yeah. I came out to get some fresh air while they picked up some condoms. It’s pretty obvious they’re planning on going home with a guy tonight. If you want, you can get in and wait with me for them to come back.”

Jason swallowed nervously as he nodded, following her to a rather new-looking car. He got inside, feeling quite out of place as she slid in next to him, her skirt riding up somewhat to reveal more of her tan legs and part of her ass to him. He fought himself not to look, fidgeting in his seat even more as he tried to adjust himself stealthily. The look of amusement on her face went unnoticed, the rest of the girls coming out seconds afterwards. While Traci got many curious looks, they said nothing as they all scooted into the back with each other.

“Girls, this is Jason. He was the one inside that got fired. His car is dead so I’m going to give him a ride home. Jason, the blonde on the end is Kara, the other is Michelle and the brunette is Trish.”

He bit his lip some, taken aback at the blunt hammering of his newfound unemployment back in his face, but he quickly removed his teeth from it, as the introduction was finished, casual greetings given to each other. The looks on their faces were that of amusement, though if there was an inside joke, he wasn’t about to be let in on it. The car rolled out of the parking lot and down the street.

“Alright, Jason, where am I heading?”

“You know the apartment complex by the big church on Charlotte Drive? I live there.”

“Ohh…really? I have a friend that lives in there! Which apartment is yours?”

“Apartment seven.”

The two continued to make conversation, the girls chatting quietly in the back, shooting quick glances at him that he could easily see in the rear view mirror. It seemed as if something suspicious were going on but Jason couldn’t pin it down. Shrugging it off as tricks on his mind, they pulled up to the front of the complex. Jason inwardly sighed, smiling at the girls.

“Thank you for the ride, ladies. I hope you have a good time tonight.”

Traci put her hand on his inner thigh, rubbing it gently with a big smile on her face.

“It was my pleasure, Jason. Good luck in finding another job.”

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes moving to the hand on his thigh. A few inches closer and she’d brush along his dick, which felt like a burning steel rod. He snapped out of the daze he was in, smiling and nodding as he opened the door, stepping onto the pavement. One of the girls, Kara he remembered, slid out of the backseat and got up front. He heard lots of giggles before the door closed, the car speeding off into the night and leaving him alone. With a sigh, he adjusted his pants now that nobody was around to see him and walked into the complex. Such a good opportunity but his shyness that he had tried so hard to abandon in the country came back and bit him in the ass.

‘Well…looks like another night with me and my hand.’

It took only a few minutes to enter his apartment, instantly taking off his shirt, shoes and socks and throwing them across the room onto his couch. The place wasn’t too bad for the pay he made, having the necessities he needed. He always had his savings to fall back on while he found another job. Things were going to be tight, but not THAT tight. He grabbed a root beer from the fridge before falling on the couch in the living room and turning the TV on, watching some rather entertaining infomercials before falling asleep Alanya Escort bayan from exhaustion.

A couple hours later, he awoke with a start. His eyes stayed half closed as he looked around tiredly, wondering what it was that woke him up. Immediately, he heard knocks on the front door. Having no friends or family in the city, he slid off the couch and moved to his door, pulling it open cautiously and peeking through the crack. His eyes widened and he quickly threw the door open, standing shirtless before Traci. After a period of silence, he spoke up, the confusion on his face apparent.

“Uh…is something wrong?”

Traci seemed quite disturbed as she slipped by him, moving into his apartment without asking. Jason closed the door out of habit, not quite knowing why she would come at this ungodly hour, or why she would come at all. She turned to him suddenly, speaking rather strangely.

“I just…. all my friends left the club without me, all drunk and drooling over their guys. I left alone and when I was driving I realized how badly I felt that you lost your job because of me.”

“Oh, no. That was completely my fau…”

Traci cut him off, moving close to him and putting a hand on his shoulder. As uncomfortable as the situation was for him, he could feel the blood rushing to his dick again, slowly making it swell larger as she spoke.

“No, don’t say that. It was because of me and I just wanted to come back to say I was sorry and if there’s anything I can do to make it up to you, just say the word.”

Jason had several words he wanted to say at that moment but he shook his head, not wanting to be the deadbeat to try and worm his way into her panties.

“Don’t worry about it. You gave me a ride home. That’s all the repayment I need.”

Traci watched his eyes for a moment and finally nodded, her head tilting some. It was then that she glanced down, directly at his crotch. Instantly, he felt the blood flow change and go directly to his cheeks, turning them bright red. He began to stammer in embarrassment.

“I’m so…”

She put her index finger to his lips, shaking her head. The silence filled the air as the hand on his shoulder slowly began to move down along his chest, over his somewhat pudgy stomach and down to the waistband of his pants. Her warm fingers slid inside and slowly wrapped themselves around his hard dick, giving it a light squeeze that sent shivers up his spine.

“No… it’s alright. The ride home was all the repayment you “needed” but are you sure there’s no repayment that you “want” from me?”

Jason opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. His throat felt like the Sahara Desert and there was nothing he could do about it. She suddenly grinned at him, pulling him closer with a small tug and wrapping her free arm around his shoulders. She stood up on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips against his; giving him the most spine-tingling kiss he’d ever receive in his lifetime. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, wrestling with his as he got the nerve to put his hands on her hips and participate, his own tongue exploring her mouth for the first time. She soon moved her head away, licking her lips some as she removed her hand from his pants (to his disappointment). She took his hands and slid them up her skirt to rest firmly on her ass. Sensing what she wanted, he squeezed gently, feeling quite possibly the most luscious ass he would ever feel.

“You’ve never been with a woman before, have you, stud?”

Jason could only shake his head no, turning red again at the obvious lack of experience. Traci only chuckled and pinched his cheek as if she were his aunt.

“Then carry me to your bed and I’ll do the work.”

His eyes widened somewhat more. She was really going to do this? He lifted her off the floor before he could have any second thoughts and carried her to his bedroom, her slender, tanned legs wrapping around his waist. As he neared the end of his full sized bed, she dropped to the floor and pushed him down onto it, her hands lunging for his belt. She unbuckled it and yanked it out, tossing it on the floor, hands working the button off and his zipper down. The pants and his boxers came off at the same time, leaving him nude and exposed in front of her. His dick, just less than 7″ in length and 2″ wide, stood up in the air like a flagpole for her hungry eyes.

She crawled onto the bed beside him, hands Escort alanya on his thighs and working their way slowly up to his penis, leaving him twitching in anticipation as he watched. Finally, she took a hold of its length and gave it two test pumps, his fingers tightly hanging onto the blanket and bunching it up as his face contorted in pleasure. She gave him a smile and slowly lowered her face, her mouth at the base of his shaft. Her tongue darted out and pressed against it, a long, sensuous lick to the very head of dick. He gasped as she suddenly plunged onto it, the wetness of her mouth covering half of his length when he least expected. She gently ran her tongue on the underside of his cock while she bobbed her head, her hand pumping him all the while. It took no more than ten seconds before his hips moved up on their own, jets of cum painting the back of her throat accompanied by a long groan of pleasure. She kept up with him, swallowing his load with what seemed like practiced ease, her mouth continued to work on him as he shrank back into a half-flaccid state.

Jason lay there breathing deeply, staring at the ceiling for seconds that seemed like hours. He had just received his first blowjob and it was the most mind-blowing experience of his life. Just as he was about to lift his head, Traci’s face hovered into view, a seductive smile on her face as she straddled him, her calves rubbing against the side of his legs.

“Oh, that’s just the beginning, stud…”

He tilted his head up and watched as she stood up on his bed, her skirt gliding down her legs and falling on his bare cock. No panties. He stared at her in disbelief while tossing aside the article of clothing on his groin, her halter top off in but a moment, revealing her respectably-sized breasts. They were a large B-cup (he never could judge by looking) and complimented the rest of her body quite well. He was already hard again, transfixed on her body when his thoughts were interuppted.

“Keep staring and you might go blind.”

His eyes snapped up and met hers, clearly a hint of amusement shown to him as she once again lowered herself on him, pushing herself back to engulf his dick between the cheeks of her ass teasingly.

“O..oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to doooooooooooHHH!”

His words were cut short as she lifted her hips, hand gripping his shaft and directing the head into her wet pussy lips, letting him slide in halfway all while he was talking. She giggled, leaning forward to kiss him on the tip of his nose and whisper in his ear.

“Stare all you want. I don’t mind.”

She pushed herself down, engulfing him in her hot tunnel and sitting upright. He breathed deeply, struggling with himself not to cum so quickly again. It wasn’t going to happen, at least, not for very long. He opened his eyes and stared at her, giving her all the explanation she needed with just one look. Without hesitation, she began to rise and fall slowly, his eyes clenching shut once more as his body shivered. This was the greatest gift given to mankind, to have sex. He began thrusting his hips upward without realizing it, hands moving to her waist to yank her down to him each time. Without a widely open mouth, he perched on the edge of climax and finally grunted, spewing the small amount of cum still left in his body inside of her. He fell onto the bed, basking in the afterglow of his entrance into sexual pleasure. He barely felt the movement of her body off of his, instead, drifting into a deep slumber.

He awoke several hours later with a start, riveted onto the wall across the room. Sweat poured from his forehead, the sudden soreness from his dick hitting him as the memories of the early morning hit him all at once. Looking around, he did not find Traci anywhere. With a pang of dismay, he walked into the kitchen, trying to recollect all his thoughts when he found a note on his refrigerator held in place by a magnet, addressed to “Jason.”

“Jason, last night was just a way of repaying the debt I felt I owed you. You’re a great guy, one of the last nice ones out there. I’m just a girl trying to have fun before I get tied down to one guy. That’s why I left while you were asleep. I probably won’t see you again. I wish the best for you and whoever you find love with in the future.

Traci”

Jason read over the letter several times before putting it down on the counter with a blank look on his face. After several minutes of contemplation he smiled, taking the note and leaving it on the refrigerator once more, to reside for years to come as one of the many memories he’d gather.

End

(I hope you enjoyed this story and I’d love to hear feedback from anybody out there who’s willing to give it. Thank you for reading.)

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All the characters are over 18 years of age.

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When Alex came down for breakfast he saw his mother and Mrs Mason sitting at the kitchen table, sipping tea. What he did not know was that they were talking about how he kept on talking about Ellen yesterday night, never letting the conversation move to another topic. It was Mrs Raymond who had seen her son talk so obsessively about a girl and she felt amused and happy by this as she always thought Ellen to be the perfect girl for her son.

“These cookies are delicious Lucie,” Alex said as he bit on one of the cookies kept on the table as he sat down “Your baking skill has improved since I last came home.”

“My baking is what it used to be Alex, Mrs Mason said with a sly smile “You should thank Ellen for these cookies.”

“Oh!” Alex said embarrassed, as he munched on the remaining cookie.

Alex’s parents had decided that he should take a break before joining the office two weeks later and during this time he should catch up on some sleep and old friends as once he joined the office he wouldn’t have much time for that.

Alex was excited the join the company as it’s vice president, taking up his mother’s vacant position from which she had retired last year citing too much work and lack of pleasure in her life.

Alex spent the rest of the day at home relaxing. Around midnight when he was taking a stroll in the rose garden he found Ellen sitting on the huge swing all by herself immersed in a drawing pad with heaps of fresh and crumpled sheets surrounding her.

A look at her left Alex’s insides jumping with excitement. He was mesmerized by her beauty, as he looked at her sitting alone in her baby pink night suit with her waist-length brown hair cascading down her back with some at the front. She looks like an angel he thought.

“Hey,” Alex said, “Can I join you?”

Hearing a very soothing and sensual manly voice all of a sudden shocked Ellen and she jumped up as the pad fell on the grass with a soft crunch.

“You almost gave me a heart attack!” Ellen said as she got a hold of herself.

“I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if something happened to you,” Alex said with a grin.

“Then please don’t sneak up on me like this ever again,” Ellen said blushing slightly.

“Well, can I still join you?” Alex asked tentatively.

“You can sit wherever you want,” Ellen said as she started piling up the sheets “You own the place after all.”

Alex at once bent down help Ellen and said: “I don’t actually, it’s my father’s property.”

“Well, it’s still the same thing,” Ellen said “You’re still better than me.” she sat on the swing with crossed legs.

“How exactly an I better than you? Alex said as he sat on the swing facing her.

“You don’t know how awful I feel thinking I can never repay your parents for all they are doing for me.”

“Well, You don’t need to feel bad about any of this, you are a very talented young woman who had to stop pursuing her passion because of what circumstances and that bitch of a stepmother did to you.”

“Yeah maybe you’re right, but still I feel burdened by all the kindness and care they have showered upon me,” Ellen said looking sad.

“You don’t have to, they want you to be happy and they would not want you to burden yourself.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Ellen said and suddenly looked at the time on the watch and shrieked “Oh gosh it’s very late, I really should leave now.”

“Oh, okay,” Alex said shocked by this sudden change of subject ” Well what time you leave anyway?” as he got up and extended his arm to her which she took getting up.

“Her hands are so soft and delicate,” Alex thought lost in his thoughts, as he felt electricity pass through him the moment Ellen touched his hand.

“I take the 6:25 am a bus,” Ellen said snapping Alex back to reality “So I leave my quarter a 6 am sharp.”

“Why do you need to take the bus so early in the morning?” Alex asked.

“Because I have an early morning class tomorrow and the bus takes a while to reach FIT,” Ellen said.

“Well I presume, you don’t have breakfast so early in the morning?” Alex asked.

“No, I usually eat an apple on the bus and grab a coffee when I get time,” Ellen replied.

“Well, I am disturbed by the fact that you skip meals, no wonder you look so thin,” Alex said seriously.

“Excuse me?” Ellen said visibly angry by his remark on her appearance.

” Thin but beautiful,” Alex said rectifying his mistake immediately, making Ellen blush.

“My my someone is blushing!” Alex said teasing Ellen and plucked a rose behind his back so that Ellen could not see it.

“No, I’m not!” Ellen said blushing even more.

“Yes you are and it’s beautiful,” Alex said smiling innocently “and this is for a very beautiful young lady,” he said offering her the rose.

“Thanks,” Ellen said shyly hiding her face away.

“My pleasure!” Alex said, kissing her knuckles without warning.

Ellen turned crimson and immediately ran away leaving him rooted to the as he marvelled over the unexpected move he had made.

**********

The Side escort next morning Ellen woke up with difficulty and dragged herself to shower. It was quite obvious she thought as she had been awake very late into the night thinking about Alex and his kiss.

As she was hurrying towards the gate she heard a voice call behind her “Not so fast.”

She turned around to see Alex running up to her, dressed casually in a white shirt and Jeans looking strikingly handsome. The sight of him turned Ellen into jelly and she just stood where she was.

” What?” Ellen asked Alex the moment she regained her composure and realized that she was incredibly late.

“Well, that’s a nice way to say good morning,” Alex said catching his breath.

“Sorry, I’m getting late,” Ellen said making a puppy face that cold melt hardest of rocks.

“Well, you’ll be forgiven if you join me for breakfast,” Alex said faking anger.

“Sorry, but I need to catch my bus-” Ellen said but was cut off by Alex.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be going that way and drop you,” Alex said.

“You don’t have to, I’ll manage,” Ellen said.

“Please, I insist,” Alex said and realized that his voice was almost pleading, but he didn’t give a damn about it.

“Um, Okay,” Ellen said and they both went into the dining room of the mansion.

“I tasted your cookies yesterday, and I must say they are the best I’ve ever had,” Alex said as they settled down for breakfast.

“That’s too much flattery,” Ellen said.

“Na! I’m telling you the truth, they’re delicious.” Alex said digging into his eggs.

“Thank you.” Ellen managed to say as she blushed furiously.

“You’re blushing again!” Alex said half teasing, half accusing.

“No, I’m not!” Ellen said and the rest of the breakfast passed away happily with both of them talking and getting to know each other better.

“I’ll arrange for a driver to drive you to college in one of our cars so you don’t miss out on meals for attending classes,” Alex said as he drove Ellen to her college.

“No, please don’t, your mom already offered,” Ellen said, ” This is too much to ask for and I don’t want to get used to luxury.”

“Why not?” Alex asked looking at her for a moment.

“Because I receive support from your parents till the time I’m studying and once I finish my studies I need to work and earn on my own,” Ellen said with slight exasperation.

Alex knew she was right and it was better her left this topic as it is, and drove on in silence.

” What time are you getting free?” Alex asked as he pulled up in front of the FIT.

“Around 6 in the evening,” Ellen answered and gave a questioning look.

“Care to have dinner with me?” Alex asked apprehensively.

“Are you asking me on a date, Mr Raymond?” Ellen asked holding her chin high.

“Well maybe,” Alex said embarrassed of his nervousness.

“Umm, Okay see you at 6,” Ellen said and got down.

**********

Alex spent the rest of the day with his childhood friends, catching up on old times and having fun. He was at the gate of FIT at 6 sharp and Ellen came out a few minutes later.

“So where are headed?” Ellen asked as she entered the car.

“You hungry?” Alex asked.

“Famished!” Ellen responded

“Well, in that case, you have to bear with the hunger for a little longer,” Alex said smiling.

“Why so,” Ellen asked giving hi a disappointed look.

“We are going shopping,” Alex said smiling jovially.

“What and who are we shopping for?” Ellen asked.

“For you, clothes, bags, shoes or anything you want,” Alex said smiling at his brilliant idea.

Ellen suddenly became sullen and looked at him with angry eyes.

“All okay?” Alex asked afraid he might have done something wrong.

“I’m not a charity case Mr Raymond,” Ellen said with a square face.

“You aren’t what?” Alex asked again making sure he heard it right.

“A charity case,” Ellen said with an angry face but teary eyes ” I don’t want your sympathy, and the deeds you are doing because of it.”

“What have I done?” Alex asked as he pulled the car on one side of the road, he needed to clear this first.

“I know what you are doing,” Ellen said with an accusing tone “Thinking that here is a poor orphan, let me help her and she would be forever grateful.”

“No Ellen, everything I did for you wasn’t out of charity,” Alex said defending himself.

“Then why did you ask me to have breakfast with you, dropped me off and why are you taking me shopping?” Ellen asked as tears streaked her pretty face.

” I-” Alex said before he stuttered.

“You what?” Ellen asked again, still crying.

“I like you,” Alex said, finality in his voice.

“You what?” Ellen said, shocked by what she just heard.

“I like you,” Alex said smiling at her.

“You can’t,” Ellen said looking away.

“Why not?” Alex asked bewildered.

“I’m too low for you,” Ellen said still looking away “We both come from very different worlds, we can never be together, you cannot be seen with Side escort bayan a lowly person like me. Besides your parents would never approve of me, supporting me is quite different from accepting me as a family member in the future.”

“Don’t you ever think low of yourself Ellen,” Alex said, realizing he took her name for the first time and it felt oddly comforting “You are an amazing and beautiful woman. Better than any other girls I’ve ever met and my parents would love you for me, I’m sure of that.” Alex said very gently.

“You’re no playing a prank on me, are you?” Ellen asked apprehensively.

“No, I would never do that,” Alex said quite defensively.

“So where are we shopping?” Ellen asked looking at him again, her face tear-streaked but smiling.

**********

Alex took Ellen to Fifth Avenue, where they bought clothes, a bag and a pair of sexy stilettos for her. Alex loved watching her as she tried different dresses and modelled in them for him.

Alex thought she looked extremely gorgeous doing it and he insisted she buys more dresses so that he could watch her model for him.

Alex wanted Ellen to buy everything she tried, but Ellen refused to state that she will take only what she truly likes and Alex complied.

They had dinner in a fine dining restaurant and later on, Alex dropped her till the door of her quarter like a true gentleman.

What he did not know was that his mother was standing in her balcony looking at them as he took Ellen to quarter with a very satisfying smile on her face.

**********

The next morning Alex woke up to persistent knocking on his door. It was one of the maids and she had come to inform him that he must come down immediately for breakfast.

Alex knew this early breakfast call meant that his dad wanted to discuss something important with and he went down after he quickly attended to his daily hygiene.

Alex greeted his mom and dad as he slumped down on his chair.

“Son we need to discuss something important with you.” His dad said in his usual serious tone.

“Go on,” Alex said as he helped himself to orange juice.

“We need to discuss the party we will be organizing to celebrate you joining the company.” his mom said excitedly.

“I don’t need a welcome party, I will just join the company like any other employee,” Alex said, not liking the idea of a welcome party.

“It is necessary son, our competitors need to know that this old man is not alone, his son has joined forces with him. Besides, it would do good to stocks and our investors would also be delighted by some young blood joining us.”

“Ok, if you feel this is necessary then I’ll attend the party,” Alex said, knowing very well that it was futile to argue with his father and moreover he was right this time.

“That’s great,” his mom said, “But don’t forget to get yourself a date.”

“Why exactly do I need a date for my welcome party?” Alex asked not liking the idea.

“It’s a formal party Alex and a man needs a date for a formal party.” his mom said looking at him with an amused expression.

“I think this is rid-” Alex was about to say but he was cut off by Ellen’s voice.

“Here are your pancakes Mr Raymond,” Ellen said as she put the tray in front of his dad “Just as you like them.”

“Thank you, dear,” Mr Raymond said smiling, ” These are the best I’ve ever tasted. Come join us for breakfast.”

“Sure I will just get rid of this apron,” Ellen said and went inside the kitchen.

“Why don’t you ask Ellen to be your date?” his mom said smiling coyly at him.

“Yeah, she makes the best pancakes.” his dad said digging into the mound of pancakes in front of him.

“Seriously dad?” Alex said laughing.

“Do think about it Alex, she is a nice girl, beautiful too. Besides, it won’t be the first time you take her on a date.” His mom said smiling at him.

“How did you know?” Alex said he had meant to keep the date a secret.

“I’m your mother young man,” his mom said, ” I know when you take a girl for dinner and drop her off at her doorstep.”

“How-” Alex said but he was cut off again.

“I have my sources,” his mother said mischievously “and I don’t mind you taking her out on a date.”

The truth was one of Mrs Raymond’s friends had seen Alex and Ellen in the restaurant and informed her straightaway.

“I’ll think about it,” Alex said, slightly embarrassed.

“Oh come on son, be a man.” his father said.

Before Alex could reply, Ellen came and his insides turned into jelly once more.

“You look more beautiful every time I see you,” Mr Raymond said “A lot of boys must ask you for a date?” he continued looking at Alex with a wicked expression.

“Kind of,” Ellen said and blushed.

Alex suddenly felt angry, the thought of other men asking Ellen out on a date was very disturbing to him and he wanted to punch every one of them very hard.

Mr Raymond looked at his son and mouthed “Make a move.” when Ellen wasn’t looking.

Later on, Mr Raymond excused himself citing an urgent phone call and Escort side Mrs Raymond also left to instruct the staff about the day’s tasks. Leaving Alex and Ellen alone on the table.

“Ellen, are you free today?” Alex asked her.

“Ya, I don’t have classes on Saturdays.”

“Care to go out for a movie?” he asked.

“Sure, why not,” she replied

“Great, movie and lunch afterwards?” Alex asked.

“Yeah, sounds good,” Ellen replied.

**********

Ellen and Alex watched a chick flick of her choice. Though Alex didn’t like the movie he was still happy, after all, he had gotten a chance to look at Ellen uninterrupted in the dark theatre.

As they were having lunch, this time in a dim sum restaurant of Ellen’s choice, Alex decided to bring up the topic of the party.

“Do you know about next week’s party?” Alex asked her.

“Ya, actually I am helping your om with the preparations,” Ellen said.

“You’ll be coming then?” He asked her.

“I don’t think so,” Ellen said looking straight at him.

“Why not?” Alex asked.

“I haven’t been to formal parties before and I think I have a business in between your dad’s business partners and other influential men invited.”

“But you need to come, you will be my date,” Alex told her.

“I don’t remember you asking,” Ellen replied holding her chin high up “Besides you’ll be embarrassed being seen with a girl like me in front of everyone.”

“Why would I be embarrassed about taking my girlfriend to a party?” Alex asked her

“I don’t remember being your girlfriend either,” Ellen said amused.

Alex suddenly realized what he had said and decided it was better to come out with the truth.

“Ya, I shouldn’t have said it like that. But hear me out Ellen.” he said getting hold of her hands ” You are an amazing girl and I like you. Will you be my girlfriend.”

The sudden proposal rooted Ellen to the spot leaving her unable to speak anything.

“Oh god, Ellen! Speak something,” Alex said, ” you’re killing me.”

Still unable to speak Ellen just nodded her head.

“Is that a yes?” Alex asked.

“Y-yes,” Ellen replied looking away shyly.

“YES!” Alex shouted and the whole restaurant looked at him.

“Sorry, Sorry” He replied and took his seat again.

Later Ellen and Alex went to a quiet park nearby and sat on a bench eating ice cream silently, both still shocked with what had happened.

“I still can’t come to the party,” Ellen said suddenly, shattering the silence.

“Why not?” Alex asked.

“I haven’t got a dress,” Ellen said very softly, obviously embarrassed by this.

“That can be remedied,” Alex said as he came closer to her and looked directly into her eyes.

There was so much passion in his gaze that Ellen felt her burning in a fire of rage, passion and longing. The distance between their lips reduced until they kissed, first gentle and loving which soon turned into passionate and hungry kisses.

Both of them drove back to the mansion with a smile on their faces and their hands laced around each other.

**********

The next morning Ellen got a call from Mrs Mason, she told her to be ready in half an hour for some gown shopping.

Ellen and Mrs Raymond went shopping and Mrs Raymond bought Ellen a very expensive signature Halter gown and a matching pair of stiletto heels, despite many protests from Ellen who said she was fine with a simple gown.

“You shouldn’t have bought me such an expensive gown,” Ellen told Mrs. Raymond as they had lunch after shopping.

“Rubbish Ellen, This is the least I could do for my son’s girlfriend.” Mrs Raymond said looking kindly at Ellen.

“How did you know?” Ellen asked Mrs Raymond, surprised as both she and Alex had decided to keep it private for a while.

“My son cannot hide anything from me, however hard he may try.” Mrs Raymond told Ellen.

“I don’t know what to say,” Ellen said, ” If you don’t approve, I’ll break up with him.”

“Relax girl!” Mrs Raymond said “Don’t you dare talk about breaking up. Among all the girls my son has dated you are the only one I approve of.”

“Thanks.” Was all Ellen could manage to say.

“Honestly speaking, I thought my son was a buffoon when it comes to girls,” Mrs Raymond said chuckling ” You haven’t met the girls he had dated in the past.”

Mrs Raymond then told her about the weird girls Alex had dated and both the women laughed a lot talking about them

Later on, Mrs Raymond booked an appointment for Ellen in a celebrity salon on the day of the party. “I want my son’s eyes to pop out when he sees you,” she told him with a wicked.

As Ellen was taking her leave after reaching the mansion, Mrs Raymond said in a gentle tone “I know your relationship with Alex has just begun and I don’t want to put any pressure on you, but I hope it grows into something more.” she said with a motherly smile.

**********

On the day of the party, Alex’s eyes popped out as he saw Ellen in the bootle green halter gown with her hair done in an elegant bun and soft tendrils falling on her back.

He kissed Ellen on her cheek and opened the car door for her.

Alex drove them both to the venue, one of Raymond’s hotel in New York, this time not in his truck but his brand new Lamborghini which was gifted to him by his dad just yesterday.

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I tried to figure out what had prompted this little interlude. I was the closest thing she had to a father figure for pity’s sake. I was a little over twice her age and while I stayed in shape with a home gym and hiking and camping on the weekends when the weather was good I knew there were some lines starting around my eyes and a touch of silver beginning to show at my temples in my own dark hair. I must have seemed impossibly old to her. Then again, maybe she thought of me as someone safe to experiment with. She knew I loved her. Still, what was I thinking? I should have never let it happen. Her mother, Susan, would surely kill me if she ever found İstanbul Escort bayan out. Susan was my friend, trusted me with the most precious thing in the world to her. Not to mention the awkward additional fact that we’d probably fucked a good dozen times ourselves years ago. And now here I was aching to shove my cock into her daughter’s tight little virgin pussy.

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