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Chapter 1

I first met Beth at the restaurant where we both worked. We were both seniors in high school, both enrolled in colleges, mine about two hundred miles away, Beth’s about one hundred and fifty miles from where we lived but the colleges were only about eighty miles distant from one another.

Any way, Beth and I really hit it off, neither one of us had dated a lot, we both sensed right off that our combined sexual experience wouldn’t make a decent paragraph.

I really fell for Beth, she was always so neat and fresh-looking. Kind of preppy with Izod polo shirts, plaid skirts, sweaters, the whole LL Bean look. And, she filled out these clothes very nicely, as well. She was slender, five foot eight, one hundred fifteen pounds, just a wonderful figure, a smile that lit up the room and auburn hair that had an amazing sheen. Oh, I was a goner.

We were both waiting tables, that scourge of a job so many high school and college kids get into to try to stash away some savings. Well, we were soon dating, then steadily, then an item. Beth had the use of one of her parent’s cars and she took me home each night after work, where we parked in my driveway and talked and talked for hours.

Slowly, we began to become more involved and began to kiss, then neck and make-out. We both seemed reluctant to risk having the other say, ‘no,’ so we only lightly steamed-up the windows.

Then, one evening after work, we were parked in my driveway necking and she reached down, took my hand and placed it on her breast. Even through her blouse and bra, I could feel her hard nipple which I began rubbing and squeezing through all those layers of fabric. Oh, did I get hard.

She didn’t touch me where I was hoping she would and we just did basically the same thing, neck with a nice feel on the outside of her clothing. That was the rest of our summer together.

Then the fall came and we were off to college.

We talked a lot by phone and email and were able to see each other every three or four weeks and had become very close to each other, sharing our inner selves, our secrets and, yes, talking quite a lot about our love for each other and about sex.

During the first half of our freshman years, we didn’t up the ante much sexually, except that we were now naked above the waist with each other and I was delighted to have Beth’s beautiful breasts to pet and hold, to fondle and kiss and suck. Yes, there were nights when I could hardly walk but I was so happy and in love with both Beth and her breasts, that it was enough.

The big change in our relationship sexually really began with Lauren, Beth’s roommate. Now, before you start going, ‘aha, roommate, threesome, wild, kinky sex parties,’ you can slow way down.

No, Lauren and Beth had become good friends, they had a lot in common, but one thing they didn’t have in common was their sexual experience. Beth, as you know, has had her boobs kissed and sucked, Lauren, well, Lauren told Beth she all about her sexual experience and she was way ahead.

Lauren was very good looking with large breasts that always seemed to attract guys wanting to fuck her and she seemed to welcome most overtures.

Yes, she had paired up in multiples, once with three guys and she and another girl and, then, a rather long-term threesome with two guys. So, Lauren, as soon as she discovered Beth’s lack of experience, began coaching her on how to get an orgasm under just about any circumstance that might ever arise.

The two girls had many long talks about sex and Beth told me some of the details and I also came in for some kidding from Lauren with a never-ending series of ‘cock’ jokes always at my expense and fairly frequent tries to cop a feel of my dick. She was not shy.

After a while, her jokes and jibes became expected and her extreme openness about sex did have the effect of opening Beth and I to expanding our sexual repertoire.

We soon were naked except for our lower underwear and would hump each other to orgasm.

We had been giving each other orgasms this way for some time but I think we knew then that it was just a matter time before we gave each other our virginity.

During this time, Lauren was often out of the dorm, so Beth and I had lots of time together. But, we had also become much more comfortable even when she was there. I often just had my briefs on and the two girls often just wore bras and panties.

Then, Lauren started kidding us with virgin jokes all the time. She just kept it up trying to push us along to having sex. I do know that Beth and Lauren were talking very openly about how far we had gone and Lauren was giving lots and lots of advice.

One Friday after I got there, we had opened a large bottle of Chianti and proceeded to get a bit sloshed.

“Let’s play ‘Strip Poker,’ guys. You two being such virgins nişantaşı escort and all, we’ll keep our underwear on so you’re not scandalized by the ‘wicked’ Lauren.”

Rising to the taunt, we both agreed and she got the cards. In about an hour, I was in my briefs, trying to hold my legs just so to shield my very hard cock. Beth still had on her top, bra and panties, while Lauren was in her bra and panties. Now, her bra left nothing to my imagination, her nipples were easily visible through the sheer fabric.

So, since I was down to my last article of clothing, Beth said that we had played the last hand and tossed her cards into the middle between us.

But Lauren piped up with, “Well, since I’m not the virgin here, I guess I want to play the last hand,” so we did. And, Lauren lost. She snapped open the front of her bra and I gazed upon an absolutely stunning pair of quite large breasts. These were ‘Playboy’ breasts and had nipples poking out that just made me hungry for them. I know, I know, the girl I love is also sitting there and, yes, I love her with all my heart. But my eyes and my cock were riveted to Lauren’s stunning breasts.

“What do you think, Lewis? Nice?”

“Oh, Lauren, you could be in Playboy easily.”

“Well, Beth, how about you? I’ve shown Lewis mine, he’s already seen your’s before and you’ve told me how he loves to suck on them. Well, girl, how about it? It’s just Lewis.”

I looked at Beth and she was reaching behind and as I watched, her bra came off and her lovely breasts came out. Four beautiful breasts, was I in heaven.

Then Lauren stood up and pulled down her panties and stood in front of us wearing only her smile. She could be in Playboy. Nice, slim waist, hips that promised passion, and a perfect plump slit with just a slight glistening of moisture. I thought my dick would burst.

We just sat there dumfounded.

“Come on, you little virgins. Lewis, let’s see that cock of yours. Beth, isn’t it about time he saw all of you? I have and you’re really beautiful. Lewis loves you, honey, show him your body. He’d love to see your pussy.”

We still just sat there.

“Oh, you virgins, loosen up. Get naked, you have to begin sometime, show me that nice, virgin cock, Lewis, and I’ll show Beth how to make you spurt your cum out.”

To tell the truth, I would have done it but I was waiting on Beth to make a move and she didn’t.

“Well, guys. I’m having a little fun,” and she turned and went over to her bedside table and took out a dildo and came back over as she waved it back and forth. She sat on the floor with her back against the bed, spread her legs wide, presenting us with her open pussy, and slid the dildo into her mouth, then right up into her yawning pussy as she said to us, “Umm, this is how it’s done,” and pressed it in until it was almost all up inside her.

Then she began stroking it in and out, all the time looking right at the two of us. I couldn’t help it, I began rubbing the bulge in my briefs and Beth was staring mesmerized at Lauren masturbating for us.

“Mmm, oh, oh,” and Lauren began rubbing her clit with her other hand as she fucked herself with the dildo.

“Ew, yeah. Mmm, uh, uh, oh, oh, feels so good. Nice and deep, um, yeah,” as she stroked faster and faster, rubbing her clit round and round.

“Oh, YES, YES, UMMM, UUHN, uh, uh, uh, oh, mmm.”

She lay there for a few minutes slowly stroking in and out as we sat there stunned at what we had witnessed. Then, suddenly, she jumped up, hurriedly pulled on her clothes and said, “The place is yours, have fun,” and left.

As she pulled the door closed behind her, Beth looked at me and said, “Wow, that was something. Maybe she’s right,” and she pulled her panties down, then reached over and pulled mine off.

Beth jumped up over me and began kissing me running her tongue all around my mouth and her hands all around my body. I felt her grip my cock then pull up off my mouth and kiss my neck, then chest, working her way quickly down to my cock which she kissed the head of, then opened her lips and took it inside and began to suck me.

“Oh, Beth, oh, honey, mmm, that’s wonderful. Oh, you’re making me feel so good, so good.”

I was so wound-up by that point, I felt an orgasm rocketing up.

“OH, OH, BETH, OH, I’M…UUN, uuh, uh, oh, Beth, I love you so much, oh, so much.”

She didn’t stop sucking me, so I coaxed her into a sixty-nine position tugging her leg up over me and she pressed down over me as I felt her wet pussy touch my mouth. Oh, wonderful, I thought, as I licked and kissed as I brought my hands up and began running my fingertips along the edges of her pussy.

Then, I pulled her pussy apart to lick up and down as it lay open over me. Beth began to moan rather loudly, something that was new between etiler escort the two of us, and she began moving her hips around obviously greatly enjoying what I was doing.

“OH, LEWIS, OH, OH, UUUH, uuuh, uh, oh, I am so happy, Lewis, that feels so good. I want us to do this lots and lots,” as she ground her wetness into my face.

“Oh, Lewis, I love you so much. Oh, so much.”

“I love you, too, Beth, I love you the most I possibly can. I want us to be together forever. You are so wonderful. I love everything there is about you. Oh, and your body. Oh, I want you so much now.”

“Mmm, you’re gonna get a lot of my body from now on, a lot.”

The rest of the weekend we gave each other oral sex numerous times and masturbated each other many times. Beth loves to jack me off and have my cum splatter all over her breasts, then rub her breasts all over my chest.

We also discussed intercourse, all the ins and outs, so to speak, what to use for protection, when we would do it, what we wanted to try, just lots of things. We would get some condoms for next weekend and on Monday, Beth would go to the clinic and get on the pill, we were ready.

Chapter 2

We talked all week about having sex, what we wanted to do, how we wanted the atmosphere and ambiance, everything. I took an earlier bus and as I got off, Beth was there with open arms. As we kissed, I became aware that something was missing…her bra.

“Bethie, you forgot your bra,” I whispered in her ear as we hugged. She let go, stood back and asked, “Like my new look?”

“What do you think?” I said, nodding down to the bulge in my pants. Ah, we were off to a perfect start.

When we got to her room, Lauren was there and she gave us both kisses and handed us a fancy bottle of chilled champagne and two glasses and told us to enjoy our weekend, she’d see Beth on Monday. She then leaned over to me and said, “Just take it nice and slow, Lewis. You know that but I’m just reminding you. I’ll be thinking of you two all weekend.”

Well, it looks like Lauren is in on our plans.

Beth had candles all set out and flowers. Her bed was covered with decorator pillows and towels and there was a nice aroma in the room. I put down my overnight bag with the new box of condoms lurking inside and she showed me the package of spermicide she had bought for a little extra protection. Good thinking.

We went for dinner at the college cafeteria and ate in a far corner to try to keep the evening’s romantic mood alive.

I got the champagne out of the fridge and opened it and we rather quickly sipped our way through half of it. The candles were lit, the music cued up and I slowly began unbuttoning Beth’s shirt as we kissed. I kissed downward along her shoulders and the top of her breasts, then on to her hard nipples.

Beth was busy taking my shirt off and began to caress my chest and back, then moved her hands up to my head and brought my head down further onto her breasts.

She reached down and began unbuttoning my jeans, then bent down and tugged them to the floor and helped me step out of them. I pulled Beth’s skirt and panties off, then she pulled down my briefs which were strained holding me in. As I tossed her panties aside, I felt their wetness and knew how much she was anticipating our lovemaking.

I lifted her up and placed her on the bed and lay down next to her as we continued kissing and feeling each other. I was enthralled sucking her nipples as she fondled my cock and I began kissing and licking my way down to her navel which I tongued, down her abdomen, then along her slit. She moaned and put her hands down to spread her labia and whispered, “Lick me inside, Lewis, eat me.”

I got down between her legs and licked and tongued her as she sat up holding herself open watching me. I looked up at her and she was smiling with a far-away look in her eyes.

“Oh, Lewis, oh, you make me so happy. That feels so good. Oh, I want to do you, please, I want to,” and she got up over me and took my dick in her hand and began licking circles all around the tip. Oh, I think Lauren has been coaching her. She then licked up and down the shaft and, as I watched, my cock disappeared completely in her mouth as she started sucking up and down.

“Oh, Beth, that feels so good, oh, so good. I really can’t wait. I want us to make love, oh, I want you so bad.”

She got up and said that we needed to get ready and she took the gel and put a plunger-full up into her as I rolled on my first condom.

We toasted each other with another sip of champagne and then I laid her back down and she spread her legs wide, pulled her knees up some and I got up between them and began to kiss her lips, neck, breasts and belly, then, Beth took hold of me and guided my dick to her opening. The gel was pretty slippery fatih escort and, of course, she was very wet anyway, so when I pushed, the tip end of my cock went inside her with little resistance.

“Mmm, I feel you inside me. Just the end, right?”

“So far. Is it okay?”

“Oh, yes, just go ahead.”

I pushed in some more and went back and forth for several minutes and, soon, I was all the way inside.

“Well, that wasn’t bad,” she said, “Not like some girls have told me.”

I was now taking nice, long, slow strokes in and out and it felt wonderful. I have never, ever, felt anything this good.

“Oh, Lewis, I can’t believe how wonderful this feels. Oh, you just fill me up so good. Promise me you’ll love me and fuck me all of my life.”

“Oh, I do love you, I love you so much. This is a perfect way for us to love each other. I’m glad we waited but I’m glad we’re doing it.”

“Mmm, oh, Lauren was right, once you’ve done it, you’ll want to do it every possible moment after. I wanna see, see you going in and out of me,” and she sat up some and we worked around so she was sitting in my lap facing me and when we leaned back on our elbows, we could watch our fucking. There was some blood but she had put down some towels under the sheets.

“We’re no longer virgins, Lewis, we’re fucking and I love to watch you go in and out of me. Oh, it’s wonderful,” and she leaned forward and we kissed deeply.

“I know what I want,” she said, as she rolled over and got up and squatted over me.

“I want on top,” as she led me into her as she sat down over me. When she started moving up and down, I thought I might pass out it felt so good.

“Oh, Bethie, that is incredible. Nothing could ever feel better than this.”

“Mmm, I really like it, too. Lauren was right. She said she loves being on top and that I should try it. Oh, do you get up nice and deep inside me. It’s just a whole new feeling. Oh, Lewis.”

She would raise herself up to where my dick almost came out of her, almost out, then, slowly, oh so slowly lower herself back down taking me all the way inside her. It was heavenly. She just kept going slowly up and down, the feelings were fantastic. I could tell that I was getting near an orgasm.

“Hon, I’m really close. It just feels so good, I’m almost…OOH, OOH, uuh. uuh, oh, Beth, oh, honey, I love you so much. So much,” and I pulled her down to kiss her over and over.

“Are you close?” I asked.

“No, but that’s okay. Don’t worry. Let’s just enjoy each other’s bodies. Maybe you should put on a new condom,” so she got up off me and I pulled off the old condom and rolled on a new one.

She got back over me and lowered down, then reached back and held me as she pressed down. I did slowly slide up into her and then she started rocking back and forth once again. I had cummed not long before but it still felt just about as good as the first time.

“Mmm, do you feel good. This is so good.”

Then, she pushed hard down pressing me as far inside her as I could go, and began to twist her hips around grinding down on me. Probably more advice from Lauren, the expert.

“Feel good?”

“Oh, Beth, yes, oh, yes, it sure does. Wonderful. You’re gonna make me cum again.”

“Good, good, I love making you cum. Feels good when you do, huh?”

“Especially when I’m deep inside you like this. I’m not far off.”

“Mmm, just go ahead, I want you to. I want you to be happy.”

“Oh, I’ve never thought I’d ever be this happy. I want to be with you forever. I love you so much. Oh, oh, UUN, uuh, uuh, uuh, oh, oh, Beth, I love you so much, oh, so much,” and she dropped forward over me and covered my face with kisses. She was crying.

“Beth, honey, what’s wrong, what’s wrong?”

“I’m just so happy, that’s all, just hold me, Lewis, just hold me tight. I’m so happy.”

We lay there for some time, my cock still inside her, a bit less erect than before but still feeling very good. She got off me and I pulled off the condom and we lay there naked in each other’s arms and lovingly and peacefully drifted off to sleep.

We woke dreamily Sunday morning about nine and lay there holding each other, kissing, petting, fondling. Then a mad dash to each respective bathroom for a quick clean-up and returned to her room.

“Look what was in the girl’s bathroom with our name on it,” she said, holding a fresh bottle of champagne and a beautiful bowl of fresh strawberries.

“The note says, ‘Congrats, Love, Lauren.’ Isn’t she sweet?”

I put the wine to chill in the fridge and we went back to bed knowing I had to be at the bus station for the three o’clock bus back to my college.

The champagne, all the strawberries and three condoms were all utilized in the remaining hours of our time together.

Beth didn’t have an orgasm the first weekend but as she was kissing me goodbye at the station, she pulled my hand up under her skirt, pressed it to her bare, wet pussy and said, “I’ll see you next weekend, remember, you owe me an orgasm.” I came back the next weekend and she did have an orgasm. And three more as a bonus.

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I nearly collapsed onto Vicky after the last drop of semen poured into her. I couldn’t believe how drained I felt.

And I couldn’t believe how beautiful she looked. I mean, Vicky is gorgeous, but something changed. She was my first, that was my first time. Even with her legs open to welcome me, knees folded up in a way that should have looked froggy and awkward, she looked more graceful than ever. My erection was still in her but fading fast as she reached up to stroke my forehead and cheek. Her smile glowed as she gazed up at me.

“I’m not a virgin any more.”

I was barely coherent. “Me too.” Maybe it didn’t make strict grammatical sense, but it was the best I could manage. “Did you …”

“Shh,” she interrupted. “You were wonderful. It felt, it feels so good to have you inside me.” I guess she didn’t come, but was being nice about it. That was something I’d have to work on for her.

I lifted myself off her. The little bit of my penis left inside pulled out too — but left the condom behind. It looked vaguely ridiculous dangling out of her vagina, and I nearly collapsed with embarrassment. I reached down, tugged it out, and mumbled an apology. Well, whatever else sex might be, it’s not very dignified. Some of the embarrassment went away when Vicky laughed that sparkling laugh, and said, “It’s OK. I’ll be right back.”

She unfolded herself in a smooth motion, got up, and headed to the bathroom. I mummified the used condom in tissues, wiped myself, and threw out the mess. Then I lay back to wait for her, promising myself I wouldn’t be a “roll over and go to sleep” kind of lover for her. OK, I meant well, but was out before she returned.

—–

Next time I awoke, the room was lit only by moonlight. Vicky knelt over me, her mouth warm and soft around my erection. One warm hand held the base of my penis, the other cupped my balls and played. The skin over them had tightened in the cool night air, and she tugged gently at the leathery skin, then traced the shape of each testicle. Her mouth slid easily over the hardness; that slick feel told me that my pre-come was flowing into her mouth. I purred as she suckled, and reached out to stroke her shoulder and the back of her head. She glanced up at me, trying to smile around her loving mouthful.

Still holding my penis, I saw her reach between her own legs with her other hand. She had to lift her body a little to reach down, but kept soft pressure on my penis as she shifted. Was she caressing herself as she played with me? Whatever she was doing, it lasted only a moment. She lifted her mouth from my erection, planted a final kiss at the tip, and sat up.

She let go of my erection, and my own hand replaced hers before I realized what pendik escort I was doing. I didn’t want the feeling to end, even though my touch couldn’t come close to the way she made me feel. I stroked myself as she leaned over the side of the bed and fetched something from her purse. She lifted it into the moonlight, and I recognized a condom’s envelope. I practically came right then. Just a while ago, we’d both had our first real sex together, and now she wanted more! I did too, and continued stroking myself as she opened the wrapper.

She seemed quite sure of herself as she brushed my hand away and took control of my penis again. Even in the dim light, she unrolled the condom onto me with deft, firm touch — better than I had done, but surprise at that faded in a moment. I start to get up, but she said “No” and pushed me back, before I could even get all the way up on one elbow. I lay back and waited for whatever she had in mind.

With an easy motion, she leaned onto me and swung one leg over my hip. She lifted herself over me as high as her legs would go, then reached down to my covered erection. She knee-walked a little to align her body over mine, then slowly sat onto me. The tip of my penis bumped softness between her legs. She shifted again, rubbed her labia with her condomed toy, and pressed down.

I was in! Just a little, though. Her firm grip held me at her body’s entrance as she lowered her hips another step. I had my hands on her thighs, and felt the muscles flex as she rocked up and down, pushing herself onto me by inches. Soon, I was deep enough that I’d stay in without help, and she took her hand away. Her vagina felt warm and snug. I nearly came when I felt muscles all through her hips tighten round me. Each motion of her legs had its inner equivalent, too.

I was in heaven. Every part of my body strained to become part of our coupling. I bucked once or twice under her, but was already in as deep as I could go. Then Vicky did something incredible. Her hip tilted forward, swirling my erection against her inner walls. Holding that tilt, she sat again, hard, and took the last bit of my length into her body. Gentle pressure of her rear against my balls told me that everything I had to give was inside her.

My god that was incredible! She rode me easily, with supple strength, and I was glad that the condom blunted the feeling a bit. If not for that, I would have dumped myself into her long since and missed finding out what fucking was really supposed to be. Then, I saw her lift one soft breast with her hand, take the nipple between thumb and forefinger, and ask, “Have you ever seen a girl play with herself?”

By reflex, I started to answer “But girls can’t istanbul escort …”

I sounded stupid even to myself, so I was glad when she interrupted me. “But girls can.” One hand still on her breast, the other snaked between us, to where my body and hers became one. I felt her fingers press against her clit. The same touch affected the base of my penis, and I could have come right then. I forced myself to relax. She hadn’t come the first time we fucked (there, I said it!), and I was determined not to cheat her out of it this time. She was doing all the work. I just had to lie back and be her toy.

Her hips’ motions became deeper and wider. She started to pant, then moan. The fingers between us took on a stronger, more irregular pace and she clutched her breast more tightly than I would have dared. Vicky had come in my arms before, or when I kissed her vulva, but this was new. I could see her orgasm build. I could feel it inside her, where she used my penis to touch her deepest parts. As her moaning deepened, I murmured encouragement and held her legs tightly to my hips.

Then it happened. Her breath caught in her throat, every muscle in her pulled hard, and she froze except for the frenzied fingers in our darkened junction. She almost relaxed, gasped, and froze again. This gorgeous woman was coming for me, and had made my erection part of it.

It seemed to go on forever. She’d regain control of herself for a moment, push herself hard down onto me, and freeze again. Inside, the walls of her vagina pumped in their own rhythm, grasping me, giving her the feeling of depth and fullness that my fingers had never been able to. The deepest of the tremors passed, but aftershocks hit her again and again, winding down only gradually.

I sat up at that point, and leaned forward to kiss her. She leaned back, unbent her legs, and wrapped then around my waist. After that, I could embrace her fully at the same time that all her weight pressed down on my erection. The feeling was beyond belief. I whispered in her ear, over and over — I’m not even sure what I said, but I wanted the verbal contact along with all the other. She melted in my arms and held me as tightly as I held her.

With her face against my shoulder, I couldn’t see her expression. In a moment, though, I heard her sniffle. I tipped her chin to to look into her eyes, and saw her teary face. As soon as she looked back at me, she sobbed in earnest.

I’ve never been good at handling girls crying, and this was almost too weird for me. There I was, my penis as far inside her as it could go, and a moment ago she had the biggest orgasm I’d ever seen. And here she was, crying in my arms. I started to say something, but didn’t get the first kartal escort word out before she said, “I’m OK, just happy. Too happy.” I had seen happy-cries before, but never dealt any better with them than with any other kind. I just held her and rocked until her breathing evened again. Somehow, I managed to keep my erection even when she was sobbing — I’ll never tell her, but her deep and irregular breathing translated to feelings low in her belly, and tested my control to its limits.

I had held back longer than I thought possible, but my body would have its way. My thighs lifted an inch or two, and lifted Vicky along my shaft. She started to climb off me, but I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her down, hard. Up again, and pull down. She realized immediately what I meant, and worked with me. Lift, feel her slide along my erection, and down again. Vicky sat on me hard, and shifted her hips to create some incredible feeling for me, deep inside.

I had little control over myself at that point. I was hugging and pulling her against myself so hard I thought I would hurt her. The way my agile little nymph held me, though, was pure, generous love. She wanted to be part of my orgasm as much as I’d been part of hers. She must have sensed when the moment came. She looked up at me with a glowing smile as I pressed deep and hard into her. I pulled her shoulders down and her hips close, made some animal sound, and pushed hard again. It felt like my erection ran the whole length of her torso, I was that deep into her. I lost count of the number of times I thrust into her, and the number of times she accepted that power in deepest parts of her body. At that moment, I saw a whole new side to women’s strength — the softness that can accept my strongest embrace, and turn it to love.

The moment ended. I held her close, panting and laughing (my answer to her crying, I guess). I felt my erection wilting inside her, and wanted to make sure I didn’t repeat that embarrassing moment with the condom. I leaned to the side, and she following me down, tipping over onto the bed. As we untangled our legs, I reached between us to keep the condom on me. I sounded sheepish to myself when I told it seemed to be coming off, but she just smiled and touched my face.

I passed her the box of tissues, and we wiped ourselves clean. I would have thought that wiping the wetness out of her vulva would look ungainly, but Vicky made even that look graceful. I lay back with her, knowing that I’d be asleep soon no matter what my good intentions. She must have known that was coming, because she rolled over and asked me to spoon her. My half-hard penis nestled against her rear, and I held one breast from behind.

As my mind faded into warm darkness, I heard her whisper, “I’m not a virgin any more.” That puzzled me. It was what she said the first time we made love, and here she was saying it again. How could she lose her virginity again? That happy mystery rolled around in my mind as I drifted off.

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We were driving home from my place after spending a pretty boring Christmas at my place in your parents car. I was sitting in between you and your sister and you were talking away on your cell phone. I was trying hard to get your attention on me by rubbing my legs against yours or “accidentally” rubbing my hand up your leg. You’re so dumb, you don’t even notice… Or maybe you’re just that good that I didn’t notice you noticed.

We arrive at your house and you open the door and pull me out your door. Your sister gives you a funny look but ignores it, because that’s how you have always been with me. We walk into the house and I go to your sister’s room to get changed. I walk out to the bathroom and run into you. You pull me close to you and whisper in my ear, “Merry Christmas, little one.” I shudder and smile, “Merry Christmas to you, too.”

I go to the bathroom and come back out… You’re sitting on your sister’s bed and laughing with her about something. You look up at me and smile. I sit down on the opposite side of the bed. I’m a little drunk from the 2 and a half glasses of wine I had at my place. I stumble onto the bed. We all decide, since it’s early how about we play a round of “Scene It!”. You’re holding the portable DVD player over your crotch, so every time I look at the DVD player I get a good view of your crotch. Every time you hand me the dice, I’m not sure but I think I can feel your hand give me an extra brush with your fingertips as you drop the dice into my hands. This goes on for about half an hour. Then, half way through the game your dad tells your sister to clean the bathroom from her shower earlier that day. As soon as we finish the game she does and I’m left alone in her room with you. You move closer to me and put your head in my lap. You look up and say, “I missed you.” I say that I have missed you, too.

Your sister comes back in and asks what we should do now. You say you don’t know and walk out of the room. I feel kind of sad that you left, but 5-10 minutes later you come back in with a big warm fuzzy blanket for yourself. Your sister is on the floor and you jump onto the bed beside me before your sister can get anywhere near the bed. We play one more round of “Scene It!” just to pass some time and then your sister’s boyfriend calls. She leaves the room and you start talking to me of a previous time we were alone together like this…

~ The Thanksgiving before Christmas ~

We are both kind of drunk. Me slightly, you wasted. You come into my room and you wrap me up in your arms nişantaşı escort and tell me that you’re sorry for going out with Sara for that one day. You’re sorry that you didn’t tell me and that you’re sorry I was so mad at you. The truth was I was never really mad at you.

We crawl into my bed and start to cuddle. Then my hands slowly work their way down to your waistband and go into your pants. I can feel the warmth of your penis the moment I put my hands down your pants. I wrap my hands around it and pull it out of your pants. We both look at each other with hesitation, but lust in our eyes and you nod and tell me to continue. I softly rub my hand up and down, holding on firmly, but softly. I get faster and faster as your breathing grows more and more laboured. You suddenly pull my hand off of your penis and pull me close to you. You look deeply into my eyes and you kiss me so passionately that I think I just died and went to heaven. We make out for a good 5-10 minutes and you pull me on top of you.

I stop because I realize what is happening and I realize that I don’t want our first kiss to be one that you won’t remember. You look at me kind of hurt and confused and I just smile and kiss you on the cheek. You ask, “Why’d you stop?” I just look at you and you move away… “Ok, but can I have a blowjob. Please?”

You know that if I had given you a blowjob it would be my first time and you understand that but you want to be the first so I give in to those amazing brown eyes and crawl over you and wrap my lips around that warm, hard cock that’s waiting for my mouth. I move my head up and down and I can hear you trying hard not to make too much noise but also expressing how good it feels. You start bucking your hips into my face. Wanting more and not wanting me to stop what I’m doing to you.

You push my head off and pull your pants up really fast and break your belt loop, but it doesn’t matter to you. I look up and you whisper, “You’re brother is here…” I can see the anger in your eyes and try and tell you just wait until he leaves and then continue, but you don’t want to take that chance. So, I just rest my head on your shoulder.

~ Back to Christmas ~

We have mini argument about whether or not it was a good thing that I gave you a blowjob when you were drunk. Finally, I say, “Whatever.” and we leave it at that. I move down on the bed and rest my head on the pillow next to you and just look at you. You start playfully poking me in the sides getting me to move istanbul escorts closer to you and then finally just wrap your arms around me.

I start playfully poking you back and you gradually move my hand down to your rock hard cock. I pull my hand away kind of shocked, but not really because I know that just the thought of me gets you hard.

I tentatively move my hand closer to your penis and slide my hand inside your boxers. We sit there kind of silently, then you whisper in my ear, “I can’t believe you are doing this.” I speed up a bit and you nibble my ear.

My pussy is so wet at that point and I want you to touch me. As if you were reading my mind, your hand works its way between my legs and starts rubbing my dripping pussy. Your thumbs starts pushing on my clit and rubbing it in a circular motion and my breathing gets shallow. I try to contain myself and continue giving you a hand job, but I think your goal is trying to get me off. You pull your hand away from my pussy and you push my hand off of your cock. You say that you want to take things slow with me. You want to be with me for a long time and you don’t want things to get weird.

I sigh and agree with you, but then I slowly put my hand down your pants. You wait about 10 seconds before telling me to stop. Sit next to you wanting to take things further. I want you so bad you have no idea. I move my hand down around your penis again and this time you wait 20 seconds before telling me to stop.

I look around for something to entertain us, then, while you’re deciding whether or not you want to fuck me tonight. I find a pink fluffy thing in your sister’s room and start hitting you with it… It makes a “boing” sound when you hit it against something. I repeatedly hit you with it and you grab my hand and take it out of my hand. You start hitting me with it and then your sister comes in, and asks what the hell all the noise is for… She looks at us and the pink thing and just shakes her head and walks back out of the room.

You stop and ask me if I really want to give you a blowjob. I say, yes and you move my head under your blanket and pull your cock out. I sit there for a second and he says, “See, I knew you wouldn’t-” Just as he was about to scold me for making him feel something that wasn’t going to happen I slid my mouth down over his cock and started bobbing my head up and down really fast. He grabs the back of my head and pushes down as far as I can handle it. He lets go and lets me just go for it. I slide my mouth up bağcılar escort and down really fast then I pulled it out of my mouth and lick the bottom of it all the way from the base to the head and then put the entire thing back in my mouth. I love his taste and I want him to know that, so I start sucking hard on it and my saliva drips out of my mouth down his cock. His eyes are rolling into the back of his head and he’s gasping for air. Finally he pulls my head off and says, “I don’t know if you want to keep going. I want your first cum wad to be special and not in my sister’s bed.”

We fool around some more and I accidentally wrap one of my legs around him and he gasps and practically flys out of the room. I think it was too much for him to handle and he needed to cum. His sister comes back in the room and asks how things went. I think she knew what we were doing and didn’t want to make things awkward. But we went to our rooms and we went to sleep.

~ How I Wanted That Night To Go ~

(Starting from the point of when I finished giving him a blowjob.)

I wanted you to wrap my legs around you and carry me to your room. You lay me down on your bed and pull my underwear down my legs. You crawl in between my legs and you pull your rock hard cock out of you pants. You kiss me deeply and passionately and whisper, “Tell me when it hurts too much.” I nod an OK and you kiss me again.

You grab your cock and guide it into my dripping wet pussy. I feel it slide in and I gasp and wrap my legs around you. I pull you into me deeper and hold you there while I wait for the pain to stop.

You are gently kissing my neck and breathing your warm breath on me and I lean into your neck and whisper, “I’m ready.” You pull your meat out just enough so that it doesn’t completely come out, and then you slide it all the way back in. You’re thrusting into me so deeply that I just don’t want you to stop. You look deeply into my eyes and kiss me again.

You feel so good between my legs and the second your lips touch mine I cum all over your rock hard cock. I feel this pressure and amazing feeling in the pit of my stomach and then finally I can’t hold it anymore and my juices just flood out of me. You pull out for a bit and my pussy is squirting all over you. I tremble underneath you and I pull you close to me. “I love you,” is all I can manage to say and you tell me that you love me, too.

You put it back in and continue thrusting and then I feel something warm and liquidy in my pussy and I look at your face and it has “bliss” written all over it.

You collapse onto me and I try to pull your cock into me more and then we fall asleep in your bed, not caring about the fact that the sheets are soaked with our cum, just happy that we finally had sex.

~I love you so much, baby!!~

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Cassie and I have known each other since we were kids. I still remember the first time we met each other. I was being pummeled by the neighborhood bullies when suddenly I saw a brown flash. When I finally found my glasses off the floor I saw the bullies running away and Cassie looking at me. From then on we were inseparable. Cassie, though, had a very domineering personality. She would tell me what to do and I was okay with it. First off, the bullies were way too scared to mess with me when I was around her. Secondly, I don’t like to make decisions and she was usually right anyways.

Even though Cassie is Latina and I’m Sri Lankan my mom took to Cassie instantly. I think my mom saw a lot of herself in Cassie. I never really had to make a decision in life because my mom or Cassie would make it for me. They became my life strategists.

While I went through life not really caring about anything, Cassie knew what she wanted from the beginning. A year after we met, at the tender age of six, she declared that we were going to get married in the future. Now I might not care about much but I knew enough that I didn’t want to get married in the future. Cassie, though, had planned everything in advance and she knew my secret, candy.

“If you say that you’ll marry me, I’ll give you a Butterfinger.”

“Butterfinger? Ok then.” I stupidly replied.

Thus, at the age of six I was betrothed to marry.

Cassie and I did everything together. We walked to school together, hung out at recess and lunch and hung out after class. I don’t think I spent any of my time awake away from her. Although, it was more that Cassie told me what to do and I did it. It wasn’t all bad though. Cassie was the more social, interacting type. While I was quiet and just kept to myself. So I got a whole bunch of friends just through association. Although, it was more like they put up with me so that they could hang with Cassie because they knew we came in a package.

When we turned fourteen though things started to change. Cassie went through puberty first and damn god spent a lot of time on her. She developed a slamming body with a face and boobs that could put Victoria’s Secret to shame. Add her hint of a Latin accent and she was every guy’s dream. Whenever, we went out all the guys around us looked at her. I even saw some of the male and female teachers check her out!

I on the other hand must have been what god had to make in a rush. I was a scrawny kid with asthma, acne and braces. I bet a teenage Bill Gates didn’t even look as geeky as me. Cassie, never left me alone though. Even when she became a cheerleader and I a mathlete she never left my side. One day we were walking to class, her in her cheerleading outfit for our high school pride day, when I heard a voice.

“Ayy, chica! Why are you with that loser? Come over here and I’ll show a real good time. I’m a real man and I’ll make sure that you’ll be screaming my name tonight.”

I looked over and saw Chet Anderson, star running back. I looked around and saw that everyone was looking at me to defend Cassie.

Cassie was having none of that though.

“Oh, so you think you’re man enough for me?”

“Girl, I know that I’m man enough for you. And I ain’t no wimp like that stick you got there.”

“Yeah I heard about how man you are. Your ex-girlfriend told me all about that stub you call a penis. No wonder you’re always angry. With a dick that small there’s no way anyone can jack that thing off.”

“What’d you say to me bitch?” he exclaimed.

“You heard me puto. Maybe you need some help, your dick is T-I-N-Y!” she replied.

“Bitch take that back before I beat you silly!”

“Come at me bro! I’m right here. You think I’m afraid of you?”

At this point, I think he knew that there was no way he was going to win this argument. If he did beat her up he’d be a woman abuser. If he got beat up by her though he’d be the laughingstock of the school. The star running back who got beat up by the freshman cheerleader. So he turned his attention to me.

“Not even going to try defending your girl? What a pussy.” He said.

“Don’t you dare call him a pussy! You’re just mad because you’re jealous of him.” Cassie angrily said.

“Jealous of him? What would I be jealous of? He has so much acne he looks like a pepperoni pizza.” He scoffed.

“You’re jealous of him because you know he’s going to make something of yourself, while you’d be lucky to be mopping up floors when you’re 30. He’s going to be a doctor and you’re gonna be that creepy old guy who talks about his high school days. And while we’re wearing out the springs in our bed, you’ll be sleeping behind a dumpster.” She yelled.

Once she said that everybody went silent and just looked at me while I had the biggest boner I ever had. I saw a lot of looks of jealousy. From then on no one hit on Cassie. Everybody knew she was taken and that wasn’t going to change. Once we were walking home though, I asked her if what she said was all true.

She just looked at me and said.

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“So umm…, you know, when do you think we’re going to have sex?” I said my face getting redder with every word.

Suddenly, she got close to me seductively and whispered in my ear.

“You want to have sex right now?”

“Y..Y…Yeah” I managed to stammer.

“Not yet tiger, when I have sex I don’t want to have any birth control around. No pills, no condoms, no anything. Just me and you. But we can’t risk having a kid right now, we’re too young. Don’t ya think?”

“Yeah, of course.” I said just to please her. Honestly, at that point I didn’t care what would happen after sex.

“Don’t worry tiger, when we do have sex I’ll make sure that all this waiting will be worth it.”

I couldn’t fucking wait.

High school went on and we ended up getting good grades, although mine were slightly better. We ended up going to university together, me on scholarship. Because of school policy though the dorms were unisex. Which means for the first time in my life, I was going to live apart from my mom or Cassie. Having freedom was weird. Without having a girl tell me what to do I was kinda lost for the first couple of weeks. I mean Cassie still did come over a lot and hang out but since I was a bio major and Cassie was a sociology major we had separate classes.

With college, came a fresh start, and I was determined not to mess it up. Luckily, my acne had gone away and I got my braces taken off a week before. My body filled out too so I was better looking, a little above average. Suddenly, a lot of girls were coming up to talk to me during class. This never happened before because in my hometown, girls knew that they’d have to go through Cassie to get to me, not that they were interested anyways. This one pretty blonde girl, named Jen, started sitting next to me in Chem class. We started talking and she seemed really cool.

“Hey you doing anything on tonight?” Jen asked one day in class.

“Probably studying for the midterm tomorrow, what’s up?” I replied.

“My sorority is having a party tonight, and I was wondering if you wanted to come.”

“Eh, sounds fun. I’ll think about it.”

“Ok, let me know.”

When I got home that day, Cassie was waiting for me in my room.

“Hey sexy. How was class?” she asked.

“It was alright. I got invited to a party.”

“Oh cool, when?”

“Tonight.” I said.

“Tonight? I thought you had the midterm tomorrow.”

“Yeah I do.”

“You planning on going?”

“Maybe. I don’t know I’ll think about it.”

“You’re not going.” She said.

Throughout my life I never really had any friends that I made myself. And god help that I might lose the first friend that I actually got myself.

“Why the hell not? Maybe for once in my life I just want to have fun.”

Cassie looked at me in shock, I don’t think I even disagreed with her once since we were six.

“You have a goddamn test tomorrow and did u forget you’re on scholarship?” She finally said regaining her composure. “You need to have a good G.P.A to keep it and I talked to your mom and know that there isn’t enough money to keep you in school without that scholarship.”

“You know what, I’m going to do what I want. This is my life and I can make my own fucking decisions!” I exclaimed. And with that I walked out of the room, called Jen and told her that I can come.

By the time I got to the party it was in full swing. I had just walked through the door when I suddenly felt two big mounds on my back and heard “You made ittttt!!”

I turned around and saw Jen totally plastered with her boobs barely hanging in her bra. “Let’s have some fun!” she said and took my hand.

After that my memory gets a bit cloudy, all I know is that I must have drank a whole lakes worth of alcohol. I woke up so hungover I’m surprised I could even walk to take my test.

From then on I partied with Jen any chance I got. Everything was good until one seemingly normal night. We were riding a five game winning streak in beer pong when we eventually lost. At this point Jen and I were totally plastered.

“Hey sexy, wanna have some more fun?” She said with a wink.

“Hell, ya!” I said not knowing what I was getting into.

She took me by the hand and let me to a dark corner in the party. And held me real close.

“You know, I can tell you’re still a virgin.” She said.

“How did you know?” I replied shamefully.

“You can just tell these things. I thought you had that girlfriend from high school?”

“Yeah, she doesn’t want to have sex yet though.”

“Ahh that’s too bad. You know that all guys have needs. It’s a girlfriend’s job to make sure that they’re met. They can’t rely on porn all the time. And guessing from how red your face is turning that’s exactly what you do.” She said while laughing.

“You know, I can help you with that.” she said suddenly cupping my crotch. “Damn, you sure do have a nice package, fulya escort I’m surprised that you’re still a virgin.”

“Come with me and I’ll make sure that that ends tonight.” Jen said seductively in my ear.

Now it was all fun and games hanging out with Jen so far. But now she was actually offering me sex. To be honest, I was ready to take it. But then a picture of Cassie popped into my head. How she saved me from all those bullies, took care of me when I was sick and never left my side in high school even though I was the biggest loser in school. I knew what I had to do.

I ripped myself from Jen’s grasp.

“I’m sorry, you’re a great girl but I can’t do this.” I finally said.

“Are you serious? You’re denying me?” She said confused.

“You rather stay a virgin? Than be with me?” she exclaimed “You’re a fucking idiot! I can’t believe I spent so much time with you! I could have had any guy I wanted! The only reason I even chose you is because I wanted to take you away from that bitch. She always gets the looks from guys, even when I’m around her. I wanted to get back at her, hitting her where it hurts, you. And now you’re denying me?”

“Don’t you dare call her a bitch!” I said my balls finally dropping. “She’s the best girl a guy could ask for. And it ain’t my fault you’re so ugly that guys don’t notice you. No wonder you always dress like a tramp, the only way you can get guys is by being the town bicycle. Everybody gets a free ride huh?”

With that I turned around and left the party with Jen shocked, mouth gaping behind me.

After that I had to go on a walk to clear my head. So by the time I got back to my dorm room I was pretty much sober.

When I walked in, I saw Cassie inside.

“So how was the party?” she asked.

“Eh, it was okay.” I replied, not wanting her to know anything.

“Well all these parties must have been fun, your grades have been slipping you know. Do you even check your mail?” She asked.

“What?” I said dumbfounded.

“Look.” She said while showing me a letter from the university. “This is a warning letter saying that, they’re going to take away your scholarship if your grades don’t improve.”

I just stared at the letter watching my life fall apart.

Finally, I said “well don’t worry about it, I don’t think I’m going to be invited to a party anytime in the future.”

“Why is that?” she asked.

“Don’t worry about it, it just won’t happen again.”

“I was at the party tonight you know.” She said softly.

“You were?” I said my eyes getting wide. “What did you hear?”

“Everything she said.”

“So are you here to break up with me?” I asked, not wanting to really know the answer.

“No, tiger. I saw you push her away. She was a bitch, but she was right. I don’t take care of your needs. I think it’s time to change that.”

And with that she got grabbed me by the wrists and threw me on the bed.

“In my family, the woman is always the boss. That’s because guys will let you do anything as long as you make sure their needs are met. Unfortunately, I haven’t been keeping my side of the bargain. No wonder you started hanging out with that girl. She would have done anything to be with you. I’m going to make sure that that won’t happen again. Plus, if you stop going to those parties I know that your grades are going to go up.” She said.

“Now just relax and enjoy.” She whispered into my ear as she started to take off my clothes.

“Hmmm, look at this huge cock” she said while holding my penis. “I can’t believe that I never had this before.” And with that she started to go up and down on my cock with her hand. Then she licked the tip and took the entire 6 inches of my dick in her mouth.

Even though it was my first time, it felt like heaven. I looked down to see the most beautiful girl I knew going up and down on my dick. She then took it out and started liking it like a lollipop. That almost made me cum right there.

“Oh look at that, some pre-cum shot out.” she said giggling “I wonder how it tastes?” She then took her tongue and licked my head. “Mhmmm, this tastes good, I need to do this more often. I bet the real thing tastes even better.” Then she went back to sucking my cock.

“You know I’ve been practicing with my dildo for this moment.” She said after coming back up. “I hope you appreciate it. Just let me know when you’re about to cum.”

Since this was the first time I actually had a girl on my dick after about a minute of head, I was close to cumming. “I’m about to cum!”

She immediately took her mouth off my cock.

“Sorry, I’m not going to let you cum yet. I got plans for your cum.”

She then pushed me off the bed. And started taking off all her clothes seductively. She took off every piece so slowly that I just wanted to rip it off her and get it over with. I thought I was just going to cum just looking at her. But I wanted to know what her plan was so I somehow stopped the urge. She then laid down on her back.

“Come mecidiyeköy escort on tiger, fuck me.”

I wasted no time in getting on top of her and putting my dick in her wet, lightly shaven pussy. At first it was hard but I kept going till I got most of it in.

“Oh my god, you’re so big.” She said. “This is as good as I thought it’d be.”

I started slow because I wanted to make this last forever. I just put my weight on my arms while I looked at the goddess below me with her face in the middle of mesmerizing pleasure and her boobs bouncing up and down while I fucked her. She looked so beautiful, she looked like an angel.

I pumped in her for about five more times before I had to cum. Knowing she wasn’t on birth control though and I knew better than to cum in her unprotected pussy. As I started to pull out to cum on her stomach, she wrapped her legs around me and pulled my dick back in.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” She exclaimed.

“I don’t want to get you pregnant.” I replied. “I thought we were too young. So I was going to pull out.”

“The hell you are. Listen here, you are mine. From now on you’re never gonna pull out. From now till one of us dies your gonna cum in my unprotected pussy. The only way I can make sure that your needs are met is to have sex with you. And there is no way I’m going to use protection, so it looks like you’re going to be the father of my child.” She said while moaning.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take of our kid while you keep going to school.” She said noting my worry. “This way I know that your grades will go up because I can keep an eye on you. And I’ll make sure in return for all that studying that you’ll get the best sex you ever had. Because I want a lot of kids and I don’t want us to ever stop making them, even when you’re in school.”

This made me horny as hell, knowing that this beauty wanted me to have a baby with her. Me, some normal shmuck, cumming inside this goddess anytime I want. Mating with her. It was too much.

“I’M CUMMING!” I exclaimed.

She just pulled me into her more with her legs, letting me do deeper. “CUM BABY, CUM. FILL ME UP WITH YOUR BABY JUICE. MAKE ME YOUR BITCH. I CANT WAIT TILL YOU GET ME PREGNANT OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN! OHHHH! I WANT TO BE ON MY BACK ALL THE TIME! I WANT TO BE YOUR BABY FACTORY!” she said while I was pumping my baby juice into her waiting cervix and eggs.

Finally, I pumped everything inside of her and fell on top of her. When I looked up, Cassie was smiling at me.

“How’d you like that tiger? Are you mine now?” she asked.

All I could do was nod.

“You going to go to any more parties?”

I shook my head while still sweating like crazy.

“You know I wasn’t kidding about having kids. I really do want a lot of children. And I want to start having them now. Are you ok with that?”

I nodded furiously.

“Good, that’s what I like to hear. You know we’re not done yet. I want to make sure that I’m pregnant. ” She said with a wink. “I heard that the hornier a guy is the more semen he gives out during sex.”

“I don’t think you can get me hornier than this.” I said.

“Oh, really? Is that a challenge? Close your eyes and give me five minutes then.” She said.

I closed my eyes not knowing how can she could be more sexy than she was right now with her slamming body and my sperm dripping out of her pussy along her leg.

After what seemed like an hour I finally heard “You can open your eyes now.”

I looked up and saw her in a tight strapless red dress that seemed to be bursting out with the curves she had. But I felt like I remember that dress from somewhere. I remember someone wearing it to a cocktail party once. It was my mom’s!

“So you do recognize it? Does this turn you on?” she asked in her sexy voice.

“How did you know?” I asked.

Laughing, she said “You know that you never delete your internet history. I’ve known for a while that you like incest stories with mom and sons in them. Don’t worry about it, I think it’s hot.”

“You do?” I asked cautiously.

“Oh yeah, I mean it’s so forbidden it’s hot. So I stole your mom’s dress, panties and bra. Your mom and I are close so it wasn’t that hard. Everything I’m wearing now is your mom’s. Unfortunately everything is so tight on me, I need relief tiger.” She said “Do you want to role play with me as your mom?”

“YES!” I exclaimed in one of the easiest decisions in my life.

“Good that’s what I like to hear.” She replied. “Oooh, son you look so hot there lying naked. Would you like your mom to relieve you?”

“Yes mom please.” I said following along.

“Ok then honey. Just lay down and mommy will take care of everything. But you have to promise me one thing. Don’t cum in me ok? I’m not on birth control and we don’t want to have a baby, right hon?”

I nodded, ready to play along.

She took off her panties while keeping on my mom’s bra and dress. I have masturbated to that bra and panties so many times while my mom was away. I always wondered if my mom ever saw the cum stains when she came back from work. Cassie started kissing me on my mouth and then started kissing down in a straight line towards my dick. Once she got there she put it back in her mouth. But this time she only went down a few times before she came back up.

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“I know” Dene told me, alone in my bedroom. “I know about you and Chad this afternoon.”

The intensity of what happened just a couple of hours earlier had me wound tight, and I collapsed into tears, grabbing a pillow to muffle my sobs so I wouldn’t alarm my folks. I REALLY didn’t want to explain. I didn’t even want to talk to Dene, my best friend in the world, but that seemed inevitable now. Just before dinner, I’d been in Dene’s room having a thundering orgasm with her brother’s wrist locked between my thighs. Then I’d jacked him off and, not quite knowing how to manage his pulsing dick, sprayed his cum on my back, my throat and my forehead, then all over him.

It was a bunch of firsts for me. It was the first time any boy had made it to third base with me; it was the first time BeeBe (Chadwick Preston) had ever touched any naked part of me; it was the first time I’d ever touched a cock; it was the first time I’d seen a guy cum; it was the first time I’d tasted cum and especially, it was the first time I’d seen, felt or tasted “pre-cum.”

“Kath, honey, it’s OK. Really. It’s OK” Dene said as she moved to put her arm around me. “You and Chad have had this coming for years, and you know that’s true.”

“But I DON’T know that’s true, Dene! Chad and I haven’t even kissed! What have I DONE! He’s like my brother too, except without all the battles you guys have. I’ve screwed that up, and it’ll never, ever be the same. I could just die.”

“Well, you may have screwed Chad, but the way I see it you haven’t screwed UP anything.”

“What?! NO!! I didn’t screw Chad! Dene-did he tell you that!?”

“He didn’t have to honey-I was there! I heard you!”

“Oh my God! Where were you.? And no-you’ve got the screwing part wrong. He didn’t even have his fingers up me. Wait-just tell me what you heard and what you saw.”

“Ok-Mom dropped me and went on to the grocery. Good thing too, because when I came in, I heard you screaming your head off. Well, kinda screaming. You were making “Big O” noises. I mean exceptionally big and loud “Big O noises.” I’ve had some doozys with mom’s vibrator, but you sounded like you were going into orbit! And in my damn room!”

I started to tear up again “Wait, wait-I was just teasing a little. That part’s OK. In fact it’s all OK. I heard you tell Chad you had, how did you say it: The most spectacular orgasm in history.”

“Oh, God, you did hear us.”

“Petey, that’s what I’m telling you! I heard you offer to jack off Chad. That part Im a little confused about, because I can’t believe any guy could pop your cherry and not cum before you did. And then I saw you both bail out of my window when Mom pulled into the garage. So you really didn’t screw?”

“No! We didn’t screw, we didn’t kiss, he didn’t feel me up. I didn’t even have my blouse off!”

“Well, what the Hell? C’mon-dish!”

“OK. Well, not quite OK. You know how we’ve never lied to each other, and we’ve always stuck up for each other and never ever gossiped about our secrets?”

“Sure.”

“Well, Chad and I have kind of the same deal.”

“I know that too.” Dene said

“Huh? Whadya mean?” I asked, leaning on it a little bit. “What do you know and how about Chad and me?”

“OK-you know back when you surprised Chad after swim?”

“What the hell! How did you know that! I KNOW I never told you!”

“I know. You never told and I never asked you to. I thought it was kind of sweet and kind of gross that you and Chad could talk like two girls-or fındıkzade escort two boys-and share secrets and stuff. Fact was, I heard you two set up the deal. I pretended to be ignorant later, but I knew your deal from the beginning. I’ve heard you two talking sometimes when you thought the house was empty. Not much, but some. I never spied on you, but sometimes I was just there and heard. I mean, it was my brother, so talking about periods and Penthouse mags and who was doing who was a little gross, but I was also glad both of you could do that.”

“Holy Crap!”

“Yeah. There were a lot of times I wanted to fess up to you, but I couldn’t, really, without letting it slip that I’d known all along. Please, don’t be mad at me.”

“Dene, I thought you’d be mad at me! And I guess I’m more relieved than mad at you. But anyway, I don’t think I can tell you about what happened without at least telling Chad. And really, I think he needs to know you’ve got the scoop on us. I think we all three need to talk. Can we go out for, oh, crap, I don’t know what to make up.”

“This is gonna be wierd. But yeah, maybe all three of us. How about we all just go for a walk. Shouldn’t be anyone at the park shelter by now, so we could sit there for a while.”

Dene collected Chad with some effort. He was feeling as guilty and scared as I was, and didn’t want to go anywhere. Dene forced the issue by threatening to ask him in front of their folks why she saw him bailing out of her window. When I walked out to meet them, he looked like he wanted to melt into the sidewalk.

“BeeBe,” I said, using our childhood nickname for him “don’t look so worried. We all have a lot to talk about.”

We walked in silence to the park. It was about 5 blocks away, so we all had time to do a little silent thinking along the way. Blessedly, the shelter was deserted. It was even getting on past twilight, so unless you were pretty close, you really couldn’t see us. We settled in on one of the picnic tables.

“You two don’t look like either one of you wants to start, so let me open things up” Dene said.

“Wait.” I said. “Chad-Dene heard us this afternoon.” Even in the dim light, I could see Chad’s face blaze with embarassment. “And it’s OK with her.” “And one more thing-she knows about our deal, right from the very start when we made our deal. And she’s OK with that too. What I want to do is tell her exactly what happened this afternoon, but I won’t do that if you don’t want me to. She thought we screwed, and I corrected her on that, but I haven’t said anything else yet.”

“Dene!” shoulted Chad, “You were spying on us?? What the Hell! Why would you do that! I mean I get you spying on me but Kathy is…”

“BeeBe-Stop!” I said. “It’s not like that. And really, it’s a good thing it was Dene by herself and not with your mom. We just weren’t as alone as we thought we were-more than once, as it turns out. The bottom line is that Dene and I are both OK, and I think you will be too. Please-just hear me out, and then I’ll do whatever you think is right.”

With a lot of effort, Chad took a deep breath and said: “Okay-shoot.”

“Okay-here’s the deal. Dene knows how close we are. She was already upstairs and heard our deal, and she’s heard some of our conversations. I’m wierded out more than you can imagine over what happened to me this afternoon, and you and Dene are the only people in the world I trust enough to talk to. AND I’m petrified that I’ve screwed up what maslak escort you and I have. I want to tell Dene at least why were were in her room and what happened. OK?”

“OK,” Chad sighed, “but you haven’t screwed anything up. I’m pretty sure I did, though.”

“What?!? No!” “Chad-you were wonderful! I love you so mu…” Oh, God. What did I just blurt.

“Toldja so” Dene smiled. “You guys have been in love for years-you just wouldn’t say it. Good for you, Kath!”

“I meant, you know, like a brother” I stammered.

“I don’t thiiiiiiinnnkk soooooo!” Dene crooned. “But let’s get to that in a while. What on earth went on this afternoon!”

So I told her. Told her about researching pre-cum, about Chad’s teasing offer to show me, my calling him on it, our awkward shedding of skirt, pants and underwear and finally, about my astonishing reaction to tasting Chad’s pre-cum. She listened wide-eyed as I admitted the thundering, high-volume orgasm I’d had was triggered entirely by seeing and tasting Chad’s few, shining drops of pre-cum. She already knew I’d jacked him off-even found a few wet spots on her bedspread. She wasn’t especially happy about that, but it seemed like small potatoes now and she let it go.

“OK! Awesome!” Dene said. “Hun, if you can trigger something as spectacular as what I heard this afternoon just by licking a little pre-cum, you’ve got a freaking gift!! You’re on the front end of something you’ll love all your life! OK,” she went on, “I know all I need to know for now, but you two have some talking to do. And if you really haven’t ever kissed, I’d highly recommend some of that too!” And she walked off.

I looked over at Chad. There were tears running down his cheeks.

“BeeBe?”

“Oh, Petey-I love you too.” He wrapped his arms around me, and my tears streamed too. Finally, we stopped shaking and took Dene’s advice. Chad kissed me deeply and I felt my self getting wet for the 2nd time in the same day. I felt his dick stiffening in his shorts and stepped sideways to interleave our legs. Still standing, I began pressing my crotch into his thigh. He began a little rocking motion, pushing his cock against my upper thigh. His hands moved down and began to caress my ass. It was completely dark now-the night was warm-and I was on fire.

“BeeBe?”

“Um-hm”

“That feels really good.”

“Um-hm.”

“BeeBe?”

“Um-hm.”

“I’d like you to unbutton my blouse and unhook my bra.”

That froze him. For just a second. Then, with amazing dexterity for a guy whose cock was about to rip the zipper out of his shorts, he was through all my buttons and hooks and my puckered nipples were rolling between his fingers.

“Umm-Janie taught you pretty well, huh?”

“Well, she gave me lots of opportunity to practice!”

“Sorry I can’t fill your hands like she can,” I said, referring to my 34B chest.

“God, Petey, I can’t even describe how playing with your tits gets to me. There aren’t any more perfect titties in the world, and I love seeing you.

“Mmmmmm,” I said, reaching down and stroking his dick through his shorts, “you’re better with handling my tits than Hank, but he’s pretty good at kissing them. Let’s see if you’ve got him beat there too.”

Chad was better. I unzipped his shorts.

“Chad? Am I really the first girl to touch your cock?”

“Absolutely. And I can’t wait for you to be the second one too.”

My hand slipped inside his underwear.

“Ahhhhhhh-just topkapı escort like that!”

“Chad? I want you to be my first. You think anyone will see us here?”

“You mean–“

“I don’t want to be a virgin any more BeeBe.”

“Honestly, I don’t think I care if somebody sees us-if fact, I think I’d feel the same way in broad daylight!”

We didn’t use words for a while. I dropped down and pulled his dick from his shorts and took it straight into my mouth. I could taste pre-cum on the tip and the thought flooded my panties. I took the hint, stood up to strip off my shorts and panties, and sat on the edge of the picnic table. Chad kneeled in front of me and began to lick my slit. He smiled up at me and said: “Gotta keep things fair, right?”

“Chad? I could take this for a long time, but if you’re ready, so am I.”

Chad stood slowly, kissed each breast, kissed my lips lightly, then deeply. I could taste my juices on his tongue and feel my slickness on his cheeks. Then he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down my slit, and gently eased it in.

It was over before I wanted it to be, but later than I figured it might be. I was beyond certain we’d work at the techniques we’d read about in clandestine magazines and books and listened to from locker room experts. I didn’t cum this time-but I was kind of relieved. I wasn’t sure I could take another one! Chad made up for it. His orgasm seemed to last for hours and he pumped a load into me that was still running out as we rounded the last block toward home. He kept apologizing for the mess-but I loved it!

“Hey you two!” Dene said, joining us for the last block. “Thought it would look better if we all got back at the same time.”

“Thanks, Sis. In fact, thanks for everything tonight.” He put an arm around her shoulder. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I love you a lot.”

“Hug her, you lunk!” I said. “Tonight is a turning point for all 3 of us, and it wouldn’t have happened without Dene.”

He did. Then I did. Then we all 3 hugged. Chad headed into his house while Dene and I walked into my house together, checked in with my folks, and headed to my bedroom.

“Well?” said Dene.

I smiled. “You’ve got the virgin market cornered, hon.”

“All RIGHT! Good for both of you! Can I let Chad know I’m in the loop?”

“I think he’ll be OK with that. But I think I’ll keep the play-by-play between Chad and me. It was a night I’ll never EVER forget-not a single moment, kiss or lick!”

“Ooooooh. Nuts. But OK-I won’t bug you for more. Lick? Hey, at least tell me who licked what!”

“Ok-a little detail. He licked my titties and sucked my nipples, and he was WAY better at it than Hank. I joked that Janie had taught him really well, and he said he like my little bitties better than her whoppers. Not sure if I really believe that, but he sure knew what to do with them.”

We traded a few more stories about former boyfriends, their skills, our adventures and sex in general. Dene didn’t bug me for any more specifics about losing my cherry.

It was late when our excitement ran down a little bit and Dene stood to leave. We hugged once more and then Dene kissed me. She was aiming for my cheek, I think, but I wasn’t tuned in and was heading for her cheek when our lips met in the middle. Kind of automatically, my lips parted and I tongued her. We both dropped the embrace and looked at each other wide-eyed.

“Well, I guess this is really a one-of-a-kind night!” Dene said, pausing, looking into my eyes. Then she planted one on me, very much on purpose, slipping ME the tongue. I stiffened for a minute, then returned the deepness.”

“Bye, now” she smiled, breaking off and turning. “Lover” she added over her shoulder.

Christ. Wet again. Third time!

-continued

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Disclaimer: Brenda is eighteen, Charlotte is thirty-nine, Frank is forty-seven, Jack is nineteen, Adella is eighteen, Frank’s friend is forty-two, Pastor Brown is fifty-five, Frances is nineteen, Lacey is eighteen, Geraldine is thirty-eight, Mrs. Judith Bloom is thirty-two, Mrs. Sarah Bloom is forty, Mr. Bloom is forty-five, Mrs. Applegate is forty-one, Mrs. Flint is thirty-seven, Ben is nineteen, and Prince Albert is dead. The term “teenager” applies to people whose ages are thirteen through nineteen, inclusive.

Brenda came home from high school and slammed the kitchen door, even though her mother Charlotte had told her at least a thousand times not to. Brenda’s father Frank was still at work in the city, and wouldn’t be home for hours yet, probably not till very late. Charlotte was at home for her daughter, of course, since she only did her volunteer work on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and this was a Friday afternoon. Here in Plainville, most families were well-off enough that the mothers were able to stay home to take care of their children after school, fortunately for the children.

“Mom, Mom, I’ve got the best news! You remember that boy Jack Adams that went with me and my friends to the movies last week?” Brenda’s voice was filled with enthusiasm, and Charlotte knew that whatever Jack Adams might mean to Brenda now, it was something well worth her while to find out.

“Sure, dear. What about him?”

Brenda told her in an exaggerated stage whisper. “Don’t tell anyone yet, but he’s asked me to go parking with him.”

“Wow,” said her mother. “That really is news.” It would be Brenda’s very first date with a boy. “Do you like him?”

“Of course I do. I mean I don’t just like him, I like him like him.”

Charlotte smiled internally at Brenda’s typically teenage way of speaking. She decided to play dumb, just to help her daughter be a little less self-centered for a change.

“Oh. And does that mean you are going to say yes?”

Sometimes mothers could be so dense. “Mo-om! I already did! That is if it’s all right with you?”

“Well, I thought so. Never mind, sit down and tell me all about it.”

Brenda sat down at the kitchen table with her mother. She changed her tone from enthusiasm to concern.

“Mom, you know, when I was having pleasure with Adella Tucci last Tuesday after school?” Brenda hesitated, apparently not sure how to go on: Charlotte decided to just listen carefully.

“Yes? Did everything go well?”

“Oh, sure …. But that’s not what I meant. She told me that it’s a mortal sin to do anything sexual with a boy. Mom, is that really true, or was she just pulling my tits?”

Charlotte was shocked by her daughter’s use of vulgar slang. “Brenda, don’t you use language like that with your mother.” Brenda hung her head in silent apology. After a short pause, Charlotte relented. “But to answer your question, yes, it probably is a sin — for her.”

“Re-eally?”

Charlotte wasn’t sure if Brenda was being serious or subtly sarcastic. She chose to treat the question as a serious one that deserved a serious reply.

“Yes, really. That’s because the Tuccis are Pathoricks, honey. It’s against their religion for a woman to have pleasure with a man unless she’s married to him. Or at least engaged.”

“That must be hard on Pathorick boys and men, Mom.” Brenda sounded amazed.

“Well, I suppose it is.” Of course, there was no reason for Pathorick boys or men to abstain from pleasure with women of other faiths, and Charlotte knew very well that most of them didn’t. She smiled at the memory of a certain friend of Frank’s who had brightened up a tedious week while Frank was away on a business trip. Charlotte also suspected that Frank had enjoyed the company of a colleague’s wife, or perhaps a co-ed or two, while he’d been away, but she felt quite secure that he would always be faithful to her.

Brenda smiled a bit wickedly. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing for them, then, that most of the people in this country are Protestors. We believe the Bible means what it says about ‘uncovering nakedness’, right Mom?”

Charlotte knew that Brenda knew the answer perfectly well from Sunday school and the preaching of Pastor Brown, but it never hurt when dealing with a teenager to reinforce the message.

“That’s right, dear. So you make sure that your friend Jack doesn’t get carried away and actually uncover your privates.”

Brenda replied promptly, “Oh, I’m sure he won’t, Mom.”

Charlotte thought about Jack çapa escort for a moment and what she knew about him. She didn’t actually have serious cause to worry about his morals, after all. “Well, he has been well brought-up, that’s true — I know his mother well. Very well, in fact.”

“Mo-om!” That was way more than Brenda wanted to know!

Charlotte didn’t reply, and Brenda reverted to her earlier serious mood. “Umm, I know because of what Pastor Brown says Jack can’t, umm, do cunnilingus on me. That would be uncovering, wouldn’t it?”

So Brenda still felt it necessary to ask rhetorical questions. The poor dear must be nervous, Charlotte thought, and desperately trying not to show it. “Of course.”

Brenda hesitated a long time before her next remark. “But there’s a problem.”

Charlotte felt a rush of concern for her daughter. “What’s that, dear?”

Brenda twisted her hands together. “I can’t come, I mean have an orgasm, from mast — mast –“

Charlotte felt a smile internally, but carefully didn’t allow any trace of it to show on her face. She must not allow her daughter to think her mother was laughing at her. “Masturbation, dear. Really? I mean, are you sure?”

Brenda switched from hesitation to rush. “I’m sure, Mom. I mean, Frances tried it and so did Lacey, and then Adella, and even Mrs. Tucci tried, but –“

Charlotte raised one eyebrow, and decided to change the subject slightly, to try to build some rapport between herself and her daughter. “You had pleasure with Adella’s mother? And how was she?”

Brenda’s rush of words went on, though their topic was successfully diverted. “Pretty good, I mean, she had lots of enthusiasm even if I could tell she hasn’t had so many partners. I can’t imagine why, she’s really pretty.”

Charlotte agreed that Geraldine Tucci was really pretty. Still …. “But she wasn’t able to satisfy you?”

Brenda thought about it for a minute. “Not really. I mean, it felt great, don’t get me wrong, but it just didn’t build up to an orgasm, and I could tell it never would, not in a million years. I ended up having to masturbate myself instead.” Brenda blushed.

Charlotte immediately spotted the blush and hastened to reassure her emotionally vulnerable teen. “Well, that’s not so uncommon. All women aren’t alike in what they enjoy and what they’d like to experience.” She reached out to put her hand on top of her daughter’s knotted hands and was rewarded by seeing Brenda’s face lift a little, perhaps also at being referred to as a woman by her own mother. “But with cunnilingus you have no problem?”

At that question, Charlotte un-knotted her hands and actually smiled. “Not a bit, Mom. When I’m feeling all stoked up, it usually only takes a few minutes. Especially when it’s with someone like Mrs. Applegate or Mrs. Flint.” Brenda named the women of the two immediately neighboring families. “I mean, they really, really know how it’s done.” Brenda had wished that Mrs. Tucci would learn “how it’s done,” too, but of course it wasn’t a teenager’s place to try and teach her. “My friends are awfully sweet, but they just don’t have the same kind of experience, I guess.”

It was Charlotte’s turn to smile wickedly. “Or the same tongue and jaw strength?”

“Mo-om!”

Charlotte paid no attention to this remark. It was no more than she could expect after teasing her daughter so. “Of course, Pathoricks have the same liberties to pleasure between women that we do — even with all their rules, their church can’t claim that the Bible has a word to say against it.” Charlotte continued: “On the other hand, Yewish and Nuslim married women only share pleasure with their sister-wives and of course their husbands.”

“I know, Mom. I asked Mrs. Bloom if she would do me once, and she said no, she couldn’t. But she did give me a kiss and call me a hot little shiksa. What’s a shiksa, Mom?”

“I don’t know, honey.” Charlotte really didn’t: she didn’t have any close Yewish friends, as it happened. “Perhaps you should ask their son Benjamin. He’ll be sure to know.”

Brenda nodded, but with the mental reservation that there was simply no way she was going to ask Ben Bloom anything at all. It would be just too too embarrassing. After all, he was a track star, and she was just an ordinary school nobody.

Charlotte belatedly thought of something. “Brenda, do you mean Mrs. Judith or Mrs. Sarah?”

Brenda’s voice and face showed how scandalized she was. “Mom, puh-leeze! fatih escort Can you even imagine going to bed with Mrs. Sarah Bloom? I mean really. I don’t see how her husband could stand her, never mind anyone else. She’s just too, well, bossy!” Brenda wondered if the Blooms’ marriage was like the story of Leah and Rachel in the Bible. Except that Mrs. Judith certainly wasn’t barren; in fact, most of the Bloom children were hers.

Charlotte privately agreed about the senior Mrs. Bloom, but considered that it was her duty to make sure her daughter was properly respectful of her elders. “Now that’s quite enough on that subject from you, young lady!” After a pause, she went on, “Mrs. Sarah I’m sure is very attractive to the right kind of person. I wonder if Mr. Bloom –“

Brenda interrupted her mother, something she almost never did. “Mo-om!” She definitely did not want to think about Mr. and Mrs. Bloom in that way.

Again, Charlotte let the implied disrespect go. Since the conversation seemed on the whole to be going so well, she decided to raise another topic of concern, though she carefully schooled herself to be sure her concern didn’t show in her voice or face. “I hope you haven’t been mixed up with any of those Slickan girls at your school, have you? I mean, the ones that dance around the Maypoles and all that?”

Brenda’s answer was immediate and very reassuring. “For sure not, Mom. My friends say, if you share pleasure with Slickan girls, the next thing you find yourself doing is sharing with Slickan boys.” Boys who even did very, very forbidden things with each other sometimes, as Brenda had heard in whispers from her friends, though she wasn’t about to admit anything of the sort. Her mother nodded for Brenda to go on. “I mean, one thing just naturally leads to the other, doesn’t it? And then — well, you’re ruined, aren’t you. You wind up participating in all their wild orgies, and you lose your special relationship with God.”

Charlotte was very relieved to hear her daughter toeing the line with such obvious sincerity. “That’s right, dear. And believe me, no matter what your friends may hear, Slickan boys aren’t any better at sex than Abrahamic boys. What’s more, they don’t have any special improvements in their anatomy, either.” Charlotte had heard from some of her more adventurous woman friends that that wasn’t entirely true, but there was no reason why her little Brenda should have to learn about Prince Alberts — just yet.

“Mo-om!” As if!

Now it was Brenda’s turn to raise a point of concern, harking back to her earlier discussion of her “problem”. “Mom, if Jack winds up not being able to make me come, should I — you know — pretend? Make him believe he has? I don’t want to hurt his feelings, he’s such a nice boy.”

Charlotte’s reply was immediate and firm. “Oh no, dear. You must never do that.”

“Not even if he never found out?”

Charlotte used the line that had worked so well with Brenda in the past for any sort of moral issue involving deception. “Even if he never knew, you’d know.”

Brenda’s face showed clearly that she remembered past conversations. “Well, I guess so. I won’t do that, then. After all, it’s not like I have to have an orgasm to share pleasure, I guess.” Brenda thought once more of Mrs. Tucci and how sweet it had been to lie with her.

“And it’s no way to start a relationship with a boy, lying to him. So he has to know the truth. If he really cares about you, and it’s serious, he’ll be able to wait until marriage.”

“Mo-om! I hardly even know him!”

Well, perhaps that was a little premature, Charlotte thought. It didn’t do to allow one’s hopes to run away with one.

And so the conversation went, talking of this and that, sharing a few little secrets and a bit of harmless gossip, until Charlotte noticed the kitchen clock. “Well, it’s time for Jack to come — I mean get here — ” Charlotte had made the slip deliberately, and winked at Brenda. “– pretty soon. I’m really glad we had this little talk. I’m so proud of you — my girl’s becoming a woman.” Charlotte beamed at Brenda, who returned her gaze with a happy and anticipating expression with just a trace of nervousness.

“Thanks, Mom.” Brenda’s tone expressed a little more confidence than perhaps she actually felt.

“Are you going to wear your pretty placket dress that we bought together?” Charlotte referred to the centerpiece of a shopping expedition the two had made to the city about a month before, nişantaşı escort a beautiful long gown in golden-yellow artificial silk with half-bra and thong to match.

Brenda tilted her head to one side. “Of course, silly Mom. I wouldn’t want to make things hard for him, after all.” The plackets would allow her date to have easy access to her body without any risk of “uncovering”. Some of the more daring girls in Brenda’s school actually wore slitted dresses on dates, but Brenda wasn’t so confident of her ability to keep matters under control as all that.

Charlotte said archly, “You wouldn’t? I thought you liked him liked him.”

“Mo-om!” Brenda shook her head rapidly. Sometimes her mom ….

* * *

Like the good boy — or fine young man, rather — that Charlotte knew he was, Jack brought Brenda home right on time, and even came in to meet her parents, who had of course waited up for her. His stay was brief and formal, and as soon as he left, Frank went up to bed, exhausted by his long day at work. Charlotte remained downstairs for a few minutes to speak with her daughter again.

“So how did it go, darling?” Charlotte didn’t really need to ask: the light in Brenda’s eyes and the irrepressible smile that kept breaking out on her lips was testimony enough to the success of her first real date.

Brenda bubbled with enthusiasm and happiness. “Oh, Mom, it was the most wonderful thing. And yes, he has the most wonderful “thing” too.” Brenda smiled wickedly, this time more than just a bit. “We spent so much time just talking, about all kinds of things, what we like and don’t like, and what we have in common, and kissing — and oh, Mom, he is a dreamy kisser, really soft and gentle at first — I never thought a boy could be so gentle, and then wow, much more passionate, he really roused me. And he called me the sweetest names and things.” Brenda hesitated for just an instant, and then continued. “And — and then he opened the glove compartment of his car and got out this little thing — he called it a magic wand, and it really is! He plugged the wire on it into the cigar-lighter on the dashboard, and he used the wand on me — and I came, over and over and over again.” Brenda had in fact had tears running down her face with the intensity of her passion, but there was really no reason to tell her mother every single detail, was there?

Charlotte had vaguely heard of such sexual toys, but hadn’t actually expected to encounter one so close to home. She decided that a blunt question was in order. “A magic wand? He didn’t put it in you, did he?”

Brenda chuckled softly, with a slight edge of having for once gotten one-up on her mother, but then her tone turned entirely serious. “Oh no, Mom, of course not. Don’t worry, I’m going to be a virgin when I marry, whether it turns out to be Jack or not. I know it’s too soon to tell if it’s true love or just sexual desire I’m feeling.” Brenda reverted to pure teenager. “And it’s not really shaped like a presti — prestidigitator’s wand anyway.” Brenda grinned. “No, he just touched my labia and my clit — ” Charlotte frowned for a moment at this vulgarity, and Brenda hastily corrected herself. “I mean my clitoris. Oh, and on my nipples too. It made them pop up just like that!”

Charlotte felt her own body tingling just a little bit at this description, but she kept her voice simply warm and interested. “I see. And were you able to do anything for him?”

“Oh yes, Mom. He was so kind to me, I guess he could tell easily enough it was my first time, and he guided me through masturbating him — see, I learned to say it!” Brenda looked proud. “And I even did a little bit of fellatio as well, although I wasn’t able to finish him off that way. I guess I might need some more jaw strength too.” Mother and daughter shared a silent moment of mutual amusement. “But he was definitely satisfied — I’m so, so glad I remembered to take a handkerchief so none of his seed could spill on the ground, like Onan’s in the Bible story. Well, really the floor of his car, but you know what I mean.”

Charlotte was proud of her daughter’s forethought, and showed it. “Wonderful, darling. Just wonderful. I’m so happy for you.”

“But the magic wand, it vibrated you know, and it brought me so much pleasure, I could hardly stand it. One orgasm just wasn’t anywhere near enough. It was the very best sexual experience I’ve ever had.” Brenda paused for a moment, and then continued in the tone of one adult woman to another. “You really should try it out, Mom.”

Charlotte raised both eyebrows this time. Her daughter was growing up, but wasn’t quite grown up yet. Time to reassert herself, but without bruising Brenda’s newfound self-esteem. “Oh? And do you really think Jack would be interested in an old lady like me?”

“Mo-o-om!!”

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He was 43, 6’4″, Scandinavian, Californian, grabby from second one after meeting, involuntary facial tick on the left side of his face, shifty, not as tight as I had hoped, thinks himself clever, all about that bass, divorced, daughter, recovering alcoholic.

So of course we met at a bar. Where else do AA-attending folks meet first dates? Wine and water, respectively.

Normal pleasantries for an hour or so. He gives me a weird stalker, rapey vibe. I get a text from my ladies that they want to have a drink in an hour, and I gladly accept.

I walk him back to his car parked on First Street downtown. I ask him to make out a little. I’m both turned on by the possibility of touching his wide shoulders and seeing his tattoos as I am nervous about being abducted and ass raped.

He opens the passenger-side door and puts the seat down as far as possible. I climb in and he follows. Heavy petting action with two 6’+ adults is exciting yet frustrating. The exhilaration of feeling like a naughty şişli escort teenager gets me wet.

He pulls up my dress and rubs his hard cock against my panties. More wet.

He tells me to turn over and gasps at both my ass and my tats.

“Oh my god, I’m going to see that ass again.”

He just confirmed it in my mind.

We stop momentarily and he opens the door and exits. Standing on the street, he unzips his fly and I pull out his hard cock. His chest is pressed against the top of the open car, and with the door shielding him from one side, I take his cock in my hand and then in my mouth.

I get his shaft wet and then suck on the head while giving him a hand job all in unison.

I look up and he’s looking back and forth down the street to watch for passersby.

I switch up and fondle his balls while taking him in as deep as possible. He has a hard time watching out.

My phone rings and I let it go to voicemail.

Remembering incirli escort I am an upstanding member of this community, I stop after a few minutes. The fun and adventure was had.

He drives me around the corner to the wine bar where I plan to meet my friends. Before I exit, I return the call from one of my girls that I’m going to meet. He yells loudly during my call.

“Sorry she didn’t answer. She had a dick in her mouth on First Street!”

I burst out laughing, end the call, say goodnight and walk to the bar. I get a glass of wine and am sitting, waiting for my friends.

“Technically, if I come pick you up it would be a second date.”

“‘Good try, clever guy, but nope!”

“Pulled over. Look down the street.”

“Nope. Sitting with a glass of wine waiting for my ladies to turn up. Jesus! When was the last time you had sex?!?”

“This afternoon.”

“Let me clarify…with someone other than yourself. Speaking of which, merter escort I very much appreciate you perfuming your cock. You tasted clean and fresh and lovely.”

“At least you know I’ll last extra long. I guess it’s your call. I’ll spend the night and leave early in the morning. I’ll fuck you in the morning too.”

“I think I’ve already made the call. I do want to fuck you, just not tonight.”

“Still here, maybe your girls need to help push you to make a bad decision to lead to a great time.”

“Ok creeper! You are now losing points…”

“Take one of those pills that make you chill.”

“Hilarious! Ok now I like you more.”

“Well you can imagine my relief.”

“You haven’t even begun to imagine anything with me, darling…I think sky is gonna be the limit…what’s beyond the sky?”

“My butt hole is beyond the sky.”

“The fact that you welcome things in your butt makes me so horny for you…”

“Doesn’t everyone?”

“No, darling, not everyone wants things in their butt. Esp straight guys, but you continue to intrigue me which is fantastic. I’m often bored. I have enjoyed fingers in my butt, dicks not so much but again I’m out exploring. You’d have to promise to be gentle with me.”

“I promise to only make you scream in pleasure.”

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This story is set in the summer of 1968. The events have remained a secret since that time but as the lady in question is now dead it feels right to make them public, although her name has been changed to respect her anonymity.

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Auntie Em had never married and was an only child. I call her “Auntie” and did so for all my life ( except when we were alone together as you will discover later ) but in truth she was my mother’s cousin. My grandmother was the younger sister of her mother. She was only a year or two older than my mum and as they lived very near to one another they had grown up almost as sisters. They went to the same school and did all the things sisters do and although when they left school their jobs took them in different directions they still met up at weekends, went dancing, went on holiday to the seaside together and shared the first stages of womanhood together.

In the late 40’s my mum had met and married my dad and Auntie Em had been her bridesmaid and although my mum and dad had set up home in the next town Auntie Em was still kept a close part of our family. That continued throughout our lives until a year or two ago when she died and I was the executor of her small estate.

Auntie Em’s father had died at a fairly young age and she lived at home with her mother until she too had died in the early 60s leaving the small terraced house to Auntie Em. By the time of her mother’s death Auntie Em was already in her early forties and in many respects life seemed to have passed her by. She had given up any chance of marriage and a family of her own to look after her mother and seemed content in that choice. I can never recall a time in my childhood when she had had male companions and if I had known of those things then I would possibly even have questioned her sexuality.

She had her work and kept her small house neat and tidy. She had a small circle of female friends who were either widows or women in a similar situation as herself and she saw a lot of my sister and I which seemed to fill the void of having no children of her own. We always seemed to be her favourites among the various children in our enlarged family. My grandmother had been one of 12 children and so there were plenty of family around but we always seemed to be the ones chosen for little treats etc.

Auntie Em was a little over average height for a woman and quite slim, in fact a little over-slim in my opinion. She seemed to have given up any pretence of attracting a man’s eye as she hardly ever wore make up or wore her hair in a style which might impress. Her hair and clothes were usually a little old fashioned and gave the impression of someone who chose her clothing and her appearance for comfort rather than impact.

She was not unattractive but by 1968 she looked every bit of her 50 years and though there had been times in my adolescent years when I had used her as a fantasy older woman to assist me in getting hard and masturbating it was only on very rare occasions. There were a lot of much more attractive older women around who were much higher in my fantasy league table as I played with myself before drifting off to sleep.

It was June 1968 and I had left school following my “A” level exams and was passing the summer weeks awaiting my results and the hopeful entry into university that autumn. I had devoted a lot of the past years to study in an attempt to better myself from my working-class background and girls had taken a back seat a lot of the time. I went to a male-only school but there had been girlfriends and dates and some instances of adolescent fumblings with girls in my area who seemed just as curious as I to find out what sex was all about. But at the age of 18 I was still a virgin and beginning to get a bit self-conscious of the fact as the chance to go out into the big wide world came closer. Most of the girls I had encountered seemed taksim escort willing enough to start along the road of discovery but reluctant to take that final step.

Looking back I hear people talk of how liberated the Sixties were, free love etc. All I can say is that none of that free love ever came my way — at least not until Auntie Em lent a hand.

Auntie Em lived in the next town, but for a young, fit guy like me it was only 10 or 15 minutes walk away, especially if I ignored the main road and cut through the country lanes and paths. Mum and Dad had decided that it would be a good thing for me to spend some time helping Auntie Em get her house in shape before the winter. It would keep me out of mischief during the summer months and my Dad had promised to pay me and also to put some of my “wages” aside to supplement the grant which I would receive during my university studies.

Auntie Em’s house was a small and comfortable place but, with no man around to help, things had started to look a little tired. The walls were all wood-chip and anaglypta paper and were all in need of a coat of emulsion whilst there were lots of other little jobs to keep me out of mischief. And so arrangements were made between my Mum and Dad and Auntie Em.

Auntie Em worked at a cotton mill quite close to her home, starting at 6am and finishing at 2pm so that she was home by 2.15 or so. I was to have a key to let myself in each morning and get started on the jobs and then Auntie Em would be home to assess my work, discuss any changes and set out a schedule for the next day’s work.

And so there I was on the first Monday morning letting myself into my new work place. I quickly changed into my working outfit of t-shirt and old jeans and made my way upstairs to the front bedroom. It had been decided that I would start upstairs and work my way downwards and Auntie Em’s bedroom was the place chosen for my first painting job. The house had two bedrooms and Auntie Em had moved into the spare room to give me plenty of access to the walls and skirting boards etc.

The room was quite sparse and most of the furniture covered up. Clearly Auntie Em did not trust my painting skills. I got down to work and the walls soon began to look better already. Before I knew it my stomach was telling me it was lunchtime and so I tidied myself up as much as possible and tucked into the sandwiches etc that my mother had prepared. Soon it would be back to work and I figured that before I re-started it would be a good time to re-arrange the furniture a little so I could get at the wall behind the large double bed.

I dragged the bed to the other side of the room and then went to move the tallboy. It was quite heavy and I figured it would be easier to take out the drawers first. This proved to be the ideal solution but on removing the drawers I had my first encounter with Auntie Em’s underwear. They should have had no effect on me as they took up a couple of drawers of the tallboy . They were by no means provocative and as with the rest of her clothing they had clearly been purchased with comfort in mind rather than in the hope of arousing passion. And yet as this 18 year old began to touch them they were clearly having that effect. My cock began to harden as I stroked the bras and panties that lay before me and I soon found the pair of panties that attracted me the most — a floral pattern with some lace. I held them in my hand as I made the discovery that Auntie Em clearly wore stockings and a suspender belt — not unusual in a woman of her years — but a discovery which served to excite me even more. My cock was hardening at the thought of being in such close contact with an older woman’s underwear. In a flash my zip was undone and Auntie Em’s panties were sliding up and down my hard shaft as I reached a quick but satisfying orgasm. I took care not to etiler escort mess up Auntie Em’s panties and soon they were back in their drawer and I was back to work. I hoped I had left the drawers in a way that would not disclose the interest I had taken in their contents but more about that later.

Auntie Em was home by 2.15 and passed my efforts as more than satisfactory, made us both a cold drink and then got on with some housework before at about 5.30 I changed back into my street clothes and saying my goodbyes to Auntie Em I made my way home through the fields.

The next few days carried on just as the first. I finished Auntie Em’s bedroom and the spare room and was now on the stairs and landing. Auntie Em had moved back into her room and got it just how she wanted it but each day I found myself drawn to her underwear drawers and the inevitable need to choose a pair of panties and wrap them around my young hard cock as I imagined myself giving Auntie Em a serious seeing to.

On her return from work each day we had started to chat much more freely than ever before. We talked of my hopes for university and the future and lots of other things. She teased me about girlfriends and something in the manner of her voice made me sense that, somehow, she had realised the secret of my daily trip to her underwear drawers. Don’t ask me how but I sensed she was quite intrigued by the fact.

Suddenly one day whilst talking about girlfriends and other things she came right out with it.

“Are you still a virgin. John?”

I blushed and turned my eyes from her before confessing that I still was.

“Sorry to embarrass you like that. Don’t worry love, I’m still one too” she laughed.” I always found excuses to keep myself intact until the right man came along. But he never did. And I guess at my age it is now something that will never happen. My child-bearing years are behind me and I cannot imagine any man out there wanting to get saddled with an old spinster like me”

Somehow the fact that Auntie Em was still a virgin did not come as a surprise to me as I glibly replied ” It’s never too late Auntie Em and I am sure you would make some man very happy. Perhaps we should do something about things — together?”

My comment met a stony silence. Auntie Em gave me a disapproving look and I quickly changed the subject and then found an urgent piece of painting that needed attending to.

A few days passed by and I had almost forgotten our conversation. Auntie Em did not mention the subject again and I, for one, was glad that my suggestion seemed to have had no effect on our relationship. She arrived home from work that day and brought a cold drink up to the landing where I was working. After making some small talk about the difference the new paint was making she came out with something that had clearly been on her mind.

“Do you know what we were talking about the other day?” Auntie Em hesitated. ” About this virginity thing”

“Yes” I replied ” I am sorry if I offended you”

“Don’t worry John. It’s just I have been giving it some serious thought ever since. You don’t want to be going off to university in your present state and perhaps it would be one way of repaying you for all your hard work.”

Auntie Em clearly felt the need to make it appear that she was only doing her Christian duty in trying to resolve my problem but if it gave me the chance to have my way with her then who was I to argue.

“And anyway it’s about time I got to know what all the fuss is about. I think it’s something that might do us both a lot of good”.

It sounded so strange to think of Auntie Em talking like that. Perhaps there was a side to her I had never seen.

I was dumbstruck and did not know what to say. I was old enough to know that what was being hinted at was not in agreement with the Methodist beşiktaş escort way that both Auntie Em and I had been brought up but there was something that was becoming more appealing about her day by day. Especially as I worked my way through her underwear drawers.

With that nothing more was said until the following Monday. I carried on my work as usual and on Auntie Em’s return from work she announced that she had been talking with my parents over the weekend.

“They are taking your sister down to visit relatives in the Midlands next weekend. They leave on Saturday morning and get home on Monday. They have asked me to look after you so I suggested it might be easier if you stayed in my spare room for a couple of nights. I hope it was ok to suggest that?”

“Yes fine Auntie Em” I nervously stuttered.

“It will give us some time alone together and we can relax and see if we can get you sorted and ready for all the young women you are likely to meet at university. It’s a long time since I gave you a little treat. I thought you were too old for them now but this might be a treat we can share. Although it must always be our secret”

I nodded my agreement almost too nervous to speak. I had always imagined that I would lose my virginity to a girl of a similar age to myself, probably in the back of a car or in the park. The thought of losing it to a woman old enough to be my mother and in the comfort of her own home was a prospect that was both exciting and also a little scary.

“Just one more thing John” Auntie Em spoke in a voice that indicated the subject was not up for discussion. ” Over the weekend I want you to call me Emily. I don’t want to think of myself as your aunt. It might get in the way of things if you know what I mean. Is that ok?”

I again nodded my agreement. I was happy to go along with anything that meant getting hold of Auntie Em’s panties with her still inside them instead of my usual daily use of them.

“On Thursday evening you will have to lock up and leave before I get home. I am going to do a bit of shopping after work”

Auntie Em usually called on her way home to get a few things in each day but I sensed this was a little different.

” I have let my wardrobe get a bit out of date and I want to try and look my best for you at the weekend. It’s a very long time since any man saw even a hint of my underwear so I think something a bit more alluring is called for. Any special requests? ” she asked suggestively.

I sensed even more that she knew exactly what was happening in her underwear drawers whilst she was at work as I replied “Just whatever you feel good in Auntie Em”

She looked at me with disapproval. ” You had better practise the “Emily” for the weekend. I want to think of you as a man and not my nephew”

“I will Au……. Emily”

“Good” she smiled “Keep it up” — the double entendre was not lost on me as I intended to keep it up Auntie Em as often and for as long as possible over the coming weekend. And I hoped there would be a lot of “coming” too, for both of us.

The week passed quickly. I saw no hint of new underwear in Auntie Em’s drawers. She had either not made her new purchases or hidden them away to surprise me. As I said before, something told me that she was aware that male eyes and hands were prying into her own private world.

My mother was concerned about leaving me alone but happy that Auntie Em would be able to take care of me.

Auntie Em did not say another word about what lay ahead except on the Friday evening she gave me a little wink as she waved me good-bye and said she would see me on the Saturday morning once my parents had got away safely.

On the Friday evening my mother seemed a bit guilty at the thought of leaving me alone at the weekend.

“It’s not too late to change your mind and come with us” she said ” I am sure Auntie Em wouldn’t mind. She has seen rather a lot of you recently and might be glad of the rest”

“I promised to see to one or two things over the weekend” I hesitatingly replied, hoping that Auntie Em would be seeing a lot more of me over the weekend, and that I would see a lot more of her too.

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I tried to make the class environment a bit easier for Winter. She was just one of those girls. I gave her more leeway about not answering questions or raising her hand. If she came in looking as if she’d spent the better part of the night before without sleep, I didn’t raise too much of a fuss when her eyelids began to flutter. To be honest, Winter never fit in with the popular crowd or, really, any group in school. She wouldn’t fit in with the sorority girls in college, or later down the road, the perky mothers’ clubs that were all the rage for trendy new housewives these days. To be even more honest, I liked and admired her specifically for that reason.

Spring was in the air. The cherry blossoms were opening to reveal radiant pink splendor. The air was redolent with the sharp green fragrance of newly emerging grass, and my college-prep English class had been stricken with an acute case of senioritis.

While the halls of Mont Blanc High were more tense than usual with all the underclassmen cramming for exams, the senior class moved through the worried younger students like a hot knife through butter. Self-assured that their freedom was at hand, there seemed to be a collective gaiety about most of them. All but quiet Winter T. Melan.

She had made her way through her senior year alone. Just as she had done every day for the last three years.

She’d never seemed to be truly happy from what I’d observed during my fledgling career at Mont Blanc as the “sexy young English teacher.” The first two years had been spent getting to know my own teaching style, the other faculty, and just trying to keep organized and cool even when presented with the most difficult students.

This year, I tried to be friendlier in class and got out into the community more in an effort to meet some of the families behind the great—and not so great—kids I taught.

With just days remaining until graduation, I sat at my desk grading junior book reports. I thought about Winter’s journey through her senior year of school. In October, when the east coast was draped with heavy skies, Winter seemed to enjoy the gray and drizzle the way a beach bunny enjoys the endless heat and blue of a perfect summer day. For reasons I couldn’t fathom, I’d taken more of an interest in the quiet, bookish girl and longed to know more about her life and interests. She piqued my curiosity in much the same way a mystery novel would.

Winter lived on a farm and helped her mother bring in the various harvests from late spring to autumn. I’d try to make idle chatter with her when I stopped by the farmers market to pick up produce, maybe buy some squash and herbs and comment on the delicious produce they’d had grown this year. She’d merely offer me a solemn smile before returning her pretty nose to yet another book. Ms. Melan would give me cooking tips (I suppose being a young, single male allowed people to assume I was lacking in the kitchen, though my family was Portuguese and I’d been helping my mother cook since I could reach the stovetop). Winter would roll her pale blue eyes behind the pages of the latest horror or fantasy book she held.

She showed up for school after Halloween wearing a lovely opal pendant. I commented on it, and she turned bright red beneath the unruly mop of her ash blonde hair.

“Mom gave it to me for my birthday,” she mumbled, slinking past my desk to her customary seat in the back of the room. She risked a few more glances my way than usual that day. I imagined her dancing among the falling leaves, her lustrous hair glowing in fading autumn afternoon light, maples and oaks showering her with gold, amber, russet, and mahogany leaves as if sending their own greeting card to assure the waif she wasn’t alone on her special day.

There was gossip among the students that Winter’s mother had given her an unconventional upbringing, and that she was allowed to roam the acreage behind their old farmhouse and even camp out there for as long as she wanted. The more salacious bent to that rumor was that Winter did a lot of nude swimming and sunbathing in her solitary summer months, and though it was horribly unprofessional, I’d catch myself admiring her narrow bottom or small, perky breasts beneath her shirts. I wondered what she’d look like in various stages of undress. I’d even caught myself fantasizing about how sexy she’d look in nothing but a T-shirt.

During December and January’s firm frosty hold, the jocks and cheerleaders planned snowmobile trips, skiing trips, and many other merriments to enjoy the season. Winter lost her slight tan and seemed to withdraw more into herself, almost never offering comment or opinion on the latest work of Dickens or Shakespeare we were analyzing.

The first time I really saw a hint of the woman she’d quietly become happened on Valentine’s Day. fatih escort She arrived in class without her usual well-worn jacket and even more worn boots, tight jeans, and tighter T-shirt, opting instead for a red poet style blouse, flowing black skirt, red heels, and a pair of nude stockings. Her hair was pulled back into a tail and held in place with a black velvet bow. She had put on a hint of tinted lip gloss and a heady floral perfume.

It was amazing to see her entire face, for once not obscured by a hanging fringe of bangs. She was truly beautiful in a dainty way with her fine nose, small mouth, and positively hypnotic eyes. Even the delicate nose stud and silver eyebrow ring she wore seemed to suit her. She carried herself with more confidence, which the boys surreptitiously noticed when they thought no one was watching.

“Did you see Winter Melan’s transformation?” Kelly Vance, the art teacher gaped, as we happened to bump into each other in the lounge. “It’s like High Class for the Emo Lass got a hold of her. All that effort over some guy she met through an online friend of a friend. It’s so sad.”

I paused in the process of warming up some leftovers from the night before. “Why? I think she looks nice.”

“Oh, she does,” Kelly hastily agreed. “But the guy’s a sophomore at MIT. I talked to Jenna Melan at the grocery store a couple days ago. He’s supposed to pick up Winter and take her out on a date tonight. But you know these guys. He won’t show, or worse, he’s just out for a…” She trailed off with a meaningful lift of her eyebrows.

I bit my tongue. Winter’s mother probably gave the information to Kelly because the art teacher wouldn’t stop prying, which Kelly did with abandon.

Kelly sipped her flavored water and offered a sympathetic smile. “I feel so sorry for her not having enough friends that she feels she has to accept the first offer for a date she gets. At least my little Hannah has a lot of friends, and she’s only eight.”

Something in Kelly’s words rubbed me the wrong way. Yes, I felt bad for the girl. Not exactly sympathy, but rather I wondered how Winter maintained the strength she must possess to continue on every day dealing with all she did from the rest of the kids. She was very intelligent, attractive, and would make the right guy extremely lucky someday. To damn a girl who’s barely eighteen and do it with a smile was just more than I could take. I decided to pass on lunch and just walk around the halls. The usual chatter of the cafeteria echoed off the walls and seemed to fill the entire building. I had just passed the bathrooms and an exit hall when I saw a hint of red out of the corner of my eye.

Winter stood in the empty hall, back to the wall, nibbling a burrito she held in one hand and gazing starry-eyed at a picture on the cell she clutched in the other. The double indulgence of eating junk food (her mother was an out and proud health nut) and fantasizing over the presumed image of her date was an arresting sight. Here in this empty space, she must have felt comfortable enough to let down her guard. To dream like girls her age dreamed. To eat the same foods as her peers, bask in the same vitality of youth, and finally know the addictive pull of desire she’d apparently missed thus far.

The still of that moment lingered in my mind the next morning when I came to work and began sorting lesson plans and preparing transparencies. Madison and Kaylee, a couple of popular airheads, arrived in class first, all a-giggle about Winter’s apparently devastating evening.

“So what did he do?” Kaylee whispered, eyes sparkling as she chomped her gum.

Madison’s smile was vicious. “He said that if she didn’t want to hang and well … you know … give it up, she could get the fuck out of his room. She had to call her mother and tell her the truth about not being at dinner and a movie but at the guy’s dorm, and her mother went off when she got there. They got in a shouting match in the dorm parking lot.”

“Ooh shit! Why’d she have to be like that? I mean it’s just a two minute thing and then it’s over,” Kaylee said as she tossed her perfectly combed bottled-blonde hair out of her face.

“My man gives it to me for longer than two minutes. Speak for yourself.” Madison grinned, fiddling with her latest piece of jewelry from one of the jocks. “Shhhh! Here she comes!”

I was incensed at the pair’s laughs at Winter’s expense. I could only imagine how heart breaking it must have been for the girl, even if her naiveté had put her in an awkward and possibly dangerous situation. She was lucky not to have been drugged and raped for a laugh between the bastard and his friends.

Winter arrived with a small knot of students. She was back to her tight jeans, limp hair, and her eyes were very red, doubtlessly from a night of sobbing.

To emphasize their discomfort at her obvious distress, the kids in class gave her a wide berth, leaving an empty desk between Winter and themselves when they sat down.

“Good morning,” sarıyer escort I began, trying not to stare at the tiny girl who had pulled out her notebook and copy of A Tale of Two Cities as if on autopilot, flipping the book open to a random page and hiding behind it. “Who wants to sum up the class differences in this story, and how the Jacobin uprising compares to modern lower class upheaval?”

Class went on as usual, but an incident shortly before it ended set in motion the wheels of an unpredictable twist of fate that would bring Winter and me together, no matter how I tried to stay the proper course.

Winter had been doodling, apparently finished with the five essay question spread I’d handed out. Kaylee had been watching her intently. I don’t know precisely who started it since I wasn’t looking, but in an instant there was a shrill scream and collective gasp from the class followed by a crash and the slam of running feet toward the door.

From the eruption of instant chaos, I was able to discern that Kaylee had done something to infuriate Winter, and the pixie of a girl had launched herself at the curvy platinum blonde, landing a blow square at Kaylee’s nose. The girl’s hands were cupped over her bleeding nose, Winter’s desk was overturned, and the classroom door was open.

“Kaylee! Go see the nurse!” I ordered. “Everyone else, park your butts and wait. I’ll be right back.”

A couple of teachers stumbled out of their rooms over the commotion, but I frantically waved them back. Yes, we had a zero tolerance policy and I’d probably have to enforce it, but something had set Winter off, which wasn’t easy to do. I ran down past the cafeteria just in time to see her heading toward the exit.

“Melan!” I called.

She paused, backpack slung over one shoulder, her form hunched and quaking.

“Winter, come with me.”

“Fuck you!” She screeched, her voice choked with pain.

“Please. I don’t want to get anyone else involved here, but I will if you make me.”

Whirling on her heel, Winter confronted me with such a pained expression my heart seized up. All I could do was motion her to a nearby conference room and shut the door to give us some peace.

“Why’d you hit Kaylee?” A glare was her only response. “Miss Melan, I’m going to report this to the principal, but if you give me more info, maybe I can help you.” Her lower lip quivered. “Please. I know Kaylee is hard to handle sometimes.”

With bravery beyond her years, Winter dropped her bag and stared me in the face. Her eyes leaked reluctant tears, and she looked tiny and lost as she studied my eyes.

“Kaylee wrote something on her phone I would kill her for if I could. She’s a disgusting bitch, and if she says anything to me again, I’ll kick her ass. Screw zero tolerance.”

“What did—”

With a fortifying inhalation, Winter cut me off. “She said that I was nothing but a cold fish, and any guy who’s stupid enough to want me will get second thoughts and kill themselves just like my dad did.”

I took a step backward, my stomach twisting in knots at the horrifying statement delivered with such calm.

When I’d arrived to fill the available teaching post at Mont Blanc, Winter had been pretty much the same as she was now. I had never heard anything about her father’s suicide. I had just figured her mother was one of those free spirits who didn’t need a man around to help raise her daughter. The likelihood of a divorce or just an out of wedlock pregnancy had always been enough of a catch all reason for me, and it wasn’t my business to know for certain.

“Why did she say that?”

“Because I told her this morning that she needed to keep her mouth shut. Her brother knows the guy I met last night, and he told her what happened. She said she’d tell anyone she wanted, and I said the only time a whore like her needed to open her mouth was when Max Wilks unzipped his pants.”

I couldn’t help the smile that captured my lips for a brief instant. And the most amazing thing happened. Winter smiled back.

As I’d expected, Winter got a week of in-school detention, and Kaylee was cracking wise about the girl’s insanity and how the whole school was in danger of her snapping and taking them all out like “the creepy kids like her do in the news.”

With barely a handful of weeks left in the school year, I studied the change in Winter’s movements. She walked with a little more purpose. Her gaze was more intense, especially when she looked my way. And most of all, she had put the fear of corrective cosmetic surgery into Kaylee and her friends. They tried to keep as much distance between themselves and the girl as physically possible. She showed up in class and defiantly sat wherever she wanted, sometimes choosing to sit in the front row of desks and give me a brief conspiratorial smile when the popular girls arrived to find their usual seat had been taken.

It was the tender and ripe middle of spring when I began to realize Winter occupied more of my mind than was appropriate. maltepe escort Her favorite seat, as of late, was one in the far corner of the room near a window, sunlight slanting in to bathe her in radiance as she watched me from pensive eyes. The first big hint we’d grown closer than we should came that morning.

Second period students filed into the room. Winter took her seat, staring down Kaylee, Taylor, and Madison as they eyed her with contempt for taking the seats they’d wanted. Kaylee turned with an irritated toss of her silvery mane, muttering something under her breath and stamping further away

“I’m sorry Kaylee,” Winter piped up, most of the right side of her face hidden by her hair. “Would you repeat that?”

Kaylee stopped dead in her tracks, turning to glare at the girl from the perch of her expensive heels. “Shouldn’t you be home writing bad poetry, getting high, and slicing up your arms because the world doesn’t understand you?”

A titter came from Taylor as Madison’s eyes narrowed in a laughing smile.

“Nope,” Winter replied, leaning back in her chair so her lovely tits pressed against the fabric emblazoned with one of her favorite bands. “I had to come to school today in case your mom’s fancy insurance needs to blame an act of God to cover your fucked up nose. I can put more into the next blow if that’d help.” Winter actually began to favor Kaylee with the prettiest and most innocent smile. The first one I’d seen in weeks, and there was an edge to it that jolted my loins.

“Mr. Brandão!” Kaylee turned toward my desk in shock. “That was a threat! She’s so kicked out of this class!”

“Everyone sit down and open your books. Winter? Another comment like that one and you’ll be sent to the office. Understood?” For the briefest instant, Winter held my gaze, the edges of her little rosebud mouth curling in a subtle smile.

“Yes, Mr. Brandão.”

I tried to ignore the slight tingling in my balls at the sheer coquetry of that expression. The slight shift of her eyes and that smile, one that knew exactly what effect her words had on me, lingered in my mind like an afterimage on the retinas. It was very difficult to keep my thoughts from wandering for the rest of the period.

After work that day, I reclined on the sofa watching something drab on TV, my thoughts returning to Winter’s eyes and that playful smile. Damn but she was beautiful. Yes, she made the best effort to pass off that whole Emo look, but under the unkempt hair, tight clothes, and prop glasses she wore from time to time, she was nubile and alluring. I felt like the very worst representation of a high school teacher for having such thoughts, but they would not leave.

I resolved to try and cool things between us in the interest of keeping my job as well as keeping inappropriate feelings from blossoming in both our hearts.

Apparently the power struggle between Winter and Kaylee spilled over into cyberspace. Increasingly catty texts were exchanged, the girls had a good laugh over some inflammatory comments they’d managed to leave on Winter’s Deviant Art profile, and the tension further increased as their graduation neared.

Winter, deceptively quiet yet ever resourceful, managed to launch the coup de grace one day before the senior class finished this phase of their lives. Changing her war tactics from stealthy to all out deliciously evil, she managed to coerce Max Wilks, Kaylee’s meathead boyfriend, to not only engage in some extremely raunchy chat, but the two had exchanged pictures. Winter sent him a topless, side profile shot that revealed almost her entire left breast, her hair still obscuring her face. Max sent her a far more intimate and explosive shot of his hand (the idiot forgot to take off his class ring which gave him away) masturbating a very erect cock.

The tension between the two girls was palpable. Winter moved with a feline intent that was not lost on the boys. As had become abundantly clear over the last few months, Winter was embracing her angst in new and creative ways, even if they were far from constructive.

The shit hit the fan as the students left for home on their second to last day of school. Winter ducked out of pre-calculus early to leave a little surprise stuffed in Kaylee’s locker, then slipped out to her car to leave before the discovery was made.

All I knew was, according to the biology teacher who’d witnessed it all go down in the hall, Kaylee had screamed expletives about the hard copies of the exchange left in her locker which included the pictures and chat text, then she ran out to the parking lot to take Winter out, but arrived too late. Taylor suggested they swing by Winter’s house, and apparently they had with no success, or that was the story being told via whispers the next day. Winter had run into the forest and her mother had no idea where she could have gone since the wood was very large, and Winter knew it better than anyone else.

On the next morning and last official day of school for the graduating class, the sun hid behind heavy gray clouds and it was unusually chilly for spring. I returned the results of their final English examination to each student, nearing the end of the list when Winter swept into class. I dropped the last few sheets I’d been holding.

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A Girl Named Walter

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I was working a dayshift in April of 1971 and had a fairly busy morning that included a serious motor vehicle pileup on the highway and a shoplifting arrest at Sears. It was nearly noon when I experienced my first hunger pang, which coincided nicely with the break in the action. It was one of those days in New Jersey when you were convinced winter was finally over; crocuses in bloom, full sunshine and temperatures nearing sixty five degrees. After an especially brutal winter, it was glorious once again; or as glorious as New Jersey ever gets. I didn’t know it at the moment I began the drive to the diner, but my day would be taking a turn for the better in just a few minutes.

I was driving a marked police cruiser with a roof rack and siren. I was 25 and at the top of my game as a uniformed cop. I loved the job, even though it didn’t pay very well and I had to work rotating shifts, including weekends. The work was always varied and interesting. I was raised as a child of suburbia and needed a taste of the real world, so I went into law enforcement, which I viewed as an avenue to personal growth. The job was a medium-sized department in central Jersey. We had 20 guys on the staff and I was among the junior members. But, I was full of ambition and hoped to be considered for the next vacancy in the detective bureau.

The Silver Star Diner was actually in a neighboring town, though it was easily accessed on local roads. It was a very popular lunch spot for the cops, truck drivers and workers in nearby businesses, for whom it was an easy walk away. I only got a thirty minute lunch break, so I usually stopped in and asked the owner, Freddy, to save me a two-person booth and to order my lunch for a pre-determined time. Then, even if the diner was busy, I wouldn’t go over my allotted break time. On this day, I stopped in for morning coffee around eight thirty and reserved my table and ordered my lunch for four hours later. I pulled in precisely at the appointed hour and found my table waiting for me and my lunch being served. For once, everything was working according to plan.

The diner was packed that afternoon; not an empty seat to be had. I was glad I made a reservation. I took the first bite of my Greek salad when I looked up and saw her. She was a vision; tall, model thin with long curly dark hair, blue eyes and the face of an angel-with freckles. She was looking a little stressed as Freddy told her there would be about a fifteen minute wait to be seated.

“But, I only have a half hour lunch,” she said with considerable desperation in her voice. “And, I’m starving.” Freddy shrugged hopelessly.

I saw an opportunity, so I spoke to her when she looked my way. “I’d be glad to share my table with you, miss.”

Her face lit up and she walked my way, taking the seat opposite mine in the booth.

“You are a lifesaver. I was beginning to think, I would have to go hungry today. This place is mobbed. Thank you so much.”

“Don’t mention it, being seen with somebody like you will certainly improve my reputation. My name is Curt, what’s yours?”

“Nice to meet you, Curt, though I always hate to answer that question.”

“Why would that be?, I inquired.”

“Believe it or not, my given name is Walter. My parents were so sure they were having a boy that they just named me as though I was one. I’ve been living it down all my twenty three years.”

“Well, you don’t look anything like a boy to me. What do people call you?” She blushed.

“Around the house, my family calls me Wally. But, I shortened that to Ally when I was about six. Since then all my friends, teachers and colleagues call me Ally and I would appreciate it if you would, too.”

“Okay, Ally, let’s see if we can get you some service,” I said as I looked around the room for my waitress, Ginny.

I corralled Ginny after a minute or so and Ally gave her a lunch order for a burger and an iced tea. I munched away on my salad as Ally told me all about herself. Her lunch arrived and, as she ate, I told her about myself. We hit it off great. Ally was friendly, bright and beautiful; a tough combination to beat. I asked for her phone number and she tore off a piece of her napkin and wrote it down for me. She handed it to me with a big smile displaying her perfect teeth.

“Don’t wait too long to call.”

“I won’t. Would tonight be too soon?”

“Not at all, I’ll look forward to it.”

When we were both finished with our lunch, we headed back to work. Ally returned to the huge fabric store next to the diner and I returned to my police cruiser to return to my district. We waved good bye and went our separate ways. I was looking forward to talking to her again that night.

Unfortunately, just a few minutes before shift change I was sent to another serious motor vehicle accident which occurred on a winding, mountainous roadway in the east end of town. An oil tanker driver had lost control of his vehicle and it wound up on its side, spewing oil all over the merter escort roadway. The road was a busy one and heavily traveled, especially during rush hour, as it led to the interstate used by thousand to return home after work. They would need to find an alternate route on this day as we wound up closing the road in order to clean up the oil spill. It would be hours before I would be able to get home and call Ally. The fire department brought me some barricades which, along with my vehicle, were used to close down the road.

When it got to be nearly seven, I was hungry again and the man who owned the house on the corner was kind enough to send out his daughter with some dinner for me. He also volunteered to direct traffic while I used his bathroom. The cleanup continued up the hill from my position and I had no choice but to wait it out. Cell phones had not been invented so I had no way to contact Ally to let her know I had been detained.

Finally, at nine thirty, I was relieved and headed into headquarters. I immediately called Ally from there and told her of my dilemma. She lived with her parents who went to bed early so I gave her my number and asked her to call me in about an hour. When I got home, I stripped down to my boxers and awaited her call, which came exactly at the suggested time. It was good to finally be home, talking to Ally from the comfort of my bed.

Ally confessed that she had begun to lose hope that I would call her but she was quite understanding of the circumstances. She, too, got ready for bed and was reading when I was finally able to call her.

“So, now that we are both comfortable, what would you like to talk about?,” I asked.

“How about our good fortune meeting each other in the diner today? You really saved me as any good officer would be expected to do,” she replied with a charming giggle.

“My pleasure, miss; I am here to protect and to serve.”

We talked for the better part of an hour when the conversation got a little risqué. I was a bit chilly and told Ally I would be getting under the covers.

“You wouldn’t be chilly if I was there, Curt. I’m a good warmer-upper.”

“Are you volunteering,” I asked.

“Not tonight, but I’d love to warm you up tomorrow, if you have the time,” was her reply.

I was developing the beginning of a hardon and told her so.

“All of a sudden, these boxer shorts seem a bit tight,” was how I put it.

“Mmmmmm, I’ll bet they are,” she said. Mine are getting a little moist, to tell you the truth.”

“Stop, you’re killing me,” I complained. “Let’s just make a date for tomorrow and make all this happen live. I’m so turned on now, I’m thinking about humping my pillow.” Ally laughed.

“Save it for tomorrow night, Tiger. I think I can help you relieve that pressure. Pick me up at eight.” She gave me directions and I agreed to pick her up as she suggested.

The following day was one of anticipation for me. I returned to the diner for lunch but saw no sign of Ally. My shift wasn’t busy and the day really dragged. Finally, four o’clock arrived and I was off duty until two days hence. I drove home and prepared for my date. I shaved and showered and did a bit of housekeeping so Ally didn’t think I was a total slob. At seven thirty I left to pick her up.

Ally lived way out in the country. Her father was a Baptist preacher who ran some kind of religious retreat for the faithful. It was here that Ally lived with her family; her mother, father and a very cute kid sister, Jeannie and their bulldog named Buster. Ally’s brother had graduated college and was living in Indiana earning a living as a mortician. I met the entire family and we were off, hopefully to see what Ally could do about that boxer short problem from the night before. She wore tight fitting jeans, displaying a near perfect ass, and a tee-shirt replete with a photo montage of the wild birds of the outer banks of North Carolina, scene of last year’s family summer vacation.

The drive back to my place was uneventful as we gabbed about everything and nothing. Ally put her arm over my shoulder as we drove and later, as we were nearing my place, she put her hand high on my thigh. When I flinched, she accused me of being afraid, which I most decidedly was not. A couple of minutes before our arrival, Ally began exploring me in a most delightful way. She found my cock and rubbed it until it was as hard as it was going to get. This girl was a real temptress, but I was soon to learn that looks could be deceiving.

We walked in my front door and I went immediately to the refrigerator where I had put a nice bottle of white to cool. Ally was delighted to accept a big glass, which she promptly drained. I poured her a second. I sipped mine. We sat on the living room couch and when she put her glass down; I pulled her to me and kissed her. Our tongues flicked at each other. I sucked the tip of hers briefly before releasing her to catch my breath. I had my arm around her anadolu yakası escort and I could tell by feeling that she had not worn a bra. Her breasts were not large, probably an A-cup but she moaned when I touched her nipples. We became like two teddy bears in heat, groping each other. Suddenly, she stopped. I was thinking she might turn out to be a tease, but it wasn’t that.

“Curt, before we go any further, there is something you need to know.”

“Oh, shit, she’s married,” was the first thing that came to mind.

“I feel I have been a bit dishonest with you by giving you the impression that I am sexually experienced. Unfortunately, I am not. I’m twenty three years old and I’m still a virgin. I have been fighting an inner conflict with myself. There’s a part of me that wants to be able to enjoy sex the same as my friends do. Then there’s another part of me-the Baptist part-that makes me feel guilty. A few years ago I discovered masturbation and, until now, that kept me from becoming totally nuts. But, the time has come for me to take the next step and remove the curse of virginity. Until yesterday, I hadn’t met anyone that I would want to do it with. I’m not ready for marriage, but I sure as hell am ready to begin a normal sex life. I decided yesterday that you were the kind of guy I could give my virginity to with no regrets. That’s why I am here tonight. I want my first night as a true woman to be with you, even if there isn’t going to be a second night. Curt, I want you to fuck me—and believe me I have never said those words to anyone. It is only in the past 48 hours that I have allowed myself to think them.”

“Wow, that’s quite a story. Now that you have told it, I’m not so sure how moving you into the bedroom is going to seem like it is flowing naturally, but that is where we need to go.”

Ally stood up, finished her wine in two gulps and reached for my hand, saying “lead the way.”

We walked into the bedroom and I felt a sense of responsibility in addition to the lust I felt for this girl. Being her first means all others who follow will be compared to me. I very much wanted this to be a positive experience for Ally, above all else. While were still standing I took off my shirt and walked over to Ally, where I removed hers. Her breasts were just about the size of champagne glass and topped with delectable looking nipples, about the size of a fifty cent piece. She looked adorable as well as a bit apprehensive.

I dropped my pants and removed my socks, keeping my boxers on. Ally did the same, revealing pink bikini panties translucent enough to allow me a glimpse of her bush. I led her to the bed and we lay next to each other, on our sides, with arms around the other. My words tried to be reassuring to her. It was her decision to make but I was going to do my best to affirm the fact that she made the right one.

“Just lead the way and I’ll do my best to follow,” she said. “It may interest you to know that I have never seen or touched an erect cock in my life. I imagine that’s about to change, though.” She was so cute, I couldn’t stand it.

I reached down and hooked the waistband of Ally’s panties with my thumbs and pulled them down. She gleefully kicked them off as they got caught on her feet.

“Nobody’s ever seen me naked, either,” she said. “And that appears to be changing, also.”

I leaned back and said, “well, let me check you out then.” I eyed her up and down for a few seconds with great pleasure. “Now, it’s your turn to do the eyeballing.” I pulled off the boxers, revealing my three quarters hard cock. In a very natural motion, Ally took it in her hand, almost like she was weighing it. And, as if she had done it a hundred times, she began to stroke it. She was a natural and I told her so. Every pull felt like heaven as my cock reached its maximum hardness and length.

“I like it,” she said as she stroked it. “It feels good in my hand but I don’t know about putting all that in my little place.”

“Don’t worry, it will fit like a glove, you’ll see.” But right now, we need to get you ready. I resumed the side by side position and began kissing her again. She almost seemed to melt as all her remaining inhibitions left her, for good! As I kissed her, I played with Ally’s breasts. Her nipples, when aroused, were nearly an inch long. She purred as I gently caressed her, followed by a bit of licking and sucking. I noticed she was rubbing her thighs together as I kissed and tongued her lips and neck. She was getting warmed up, for sure.

I put Ally flat on her back and planted my leg between hers a bit. That gave me an opening to make a frontal assault on her pussy. Even though she was the only person who ever saw it, Ally had carefully trimmed her pussy down to where her lips began. As I pushed her legs apart, she quickly cooperated and loosened up enough to give me total access.

“Trust me, what I am about to do is something you’re going to love.”

“I bet I will. besiktaş escort I already love everything you are doing.”

“Good, now relax, close your eyes and enjoy it.”

I put my fingers on her pussy, which was already awash in its natural honey. I spread her lips and found her clit and touched it. My touch took her breath away for a minute but she adjusted well as I began to rub it.

“Now, Ally, you have to tell me how you like me to touch you. Everybody is different and it doesn’t do either of any good if I am doing something that leaves you cold. Just communicate with me when it feels good and I’ll pleasure you accordingly.”

“Just keep doing what you are doing! It is wonderful.”

I used the moisture from her pussy to lubricate my hand as I worked her clit. Her moans and sighs told me she was enjoying what I was doing. I developed a rhythm that she enjoyed and I could tell her pleasure was beginning to peak. Her breathing deepened as I kept her moving up the ladder of fulfillment. I could tell her orgasm was only moments away and I increased the pressure ever so slightly. Her hips were in sync with my hand and she held me around my neck tightly as she neared her moment of release. Finally, she screamed out and her orgasm was upon her. I continued stroking her as she went through ten to twelve bodily convulsions, finally coming to rest with her head on my chest and not speaking a word. She almost appeared dead but the smile on her face betrayed her.

“Wow,” was all she could muster.

We lay there for a few minutes to allow Ally to enjoy the afterglow. The only part of her that moved was her left hand which sought out my cock. She took it in hand again and moved her head closer to it so she could examine it closer.

“An hour ago, I had never even seen one of these things. Now, I’m really looking forward to having it inside me.” She stroked it expertly, as though she had one of her own and frequently jerked off. It felt real good, I must admit.

Ally surprised me by going lower on the bed and taking my cock in her mouth without any coaxing from me. “This is what you guys really like, I hear,” she said as she took the head into her mouth tentatively. “But, I’ll need you to show me exactly how to do it.”

Ally certainly did not lack for enthusiasm. But she was still a virgin and I was to be the cure for that.

“A little later I’ll show you all you need to know about blow jobs. But, now we need to take care of the other problem. C’mon up here.” She gave my cock a final lick and came back up to join me in the “arms around each other position” on the bed. “You may experience some pain the first time. Every woman is different. But that is quickly forgotten from then on. Are you ready?”

“Are you kidding, I’ve been ready for this since the diner yesterday. Let’s do it.”

I returned to her pussy again to reignite the heat. I played with her clit some more. In less than a minute, she was hot to trot. She began getting fidgety and finally begged me to “put it in.”

I got between Ally’s legs and put them over my shoulders. My cock was hard and her pussy was wetter than the Louisiana Bayou. I positioned the head of my cock at her opening and gave a small push. She was tight as one would expect. She reached between us somehow and grabbed my cock in an attempt to push it into herself.

“Don’t hold back. Go for it. I’m ready,” she admonished me.

So, I pressed on and pushed my cock into her, receiving brief but surprisingly weak resistance. She grunted and grasped me around the neck again as I began to go in and out. She again caught the rhythm and moved with me. I brought her legs down some so my cock wasn’t so deep inside her. Under the circumstances, this allowed her greater pleasure and she again reached between us, this time seeking out her own clit, which she stimulated as I moved in and out of her pussy. Within minutes, Ally was on the brink of cumming again. I think most people like to be able to cum together but I realized we had not even discussed birth control and I wasn’t wearing a condom, so I didn’t think cumming inside her would be prudent. Fortunately I have always had good control so postponing my orgasm would not be a problem. I speeded up my thrusting and Ally quickly entered into that twilight zone of lust that we all experience. She wrapped her legs around me and held me tight. She screamed out epithets that neither of us would long remember. Then, as before, she came to rest with me still buried deep inside her. I rolled over on my side while keeping my cock buried in her and watched as she recovered from her second orgasm in a half hour.

“That was a lot easier than I thought it was going to be,” she said with considerable cheerfulness. “I felt a bit of pressure, then a pinch followed by pure lust. It was wonderful. You were wonderful. Thank you.”

“My pleasure. I’m glad you enjoyed it. How does it feel to be a non-virgin?”

“It feels great. I love to fuck.”

My cock was beginning to soften a bit and it kind of popped out of her pussy. We both giggled and then Ally grew concerned. She was afraid I came inside her.

“Not to worry, my dear. I had the same concern and did not cum.”

“At all?” She seemed incredulous.

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Miss Wong stood at the front of the classroom, erasing her notes about Crime and Punishment in order to make more room, but all I could focus on was her plump, shapely ass wiggling back and forth underneath her tight, charcoal pencil skirt. I had had a crush on her from day one of my senior year, when had I first walked into her classroom at the end of the day and saw her sitting behind her desk, her ruby red lips wrapped around an utterly enviable pen, her dark, crescent eyes slightly obscured by her glasses. It felt like I had been struck by a thunderbolt, and ever since then, she had haunted my thoughts, took center-stage in all my wet dreams, and starred in a number of masturbatory fantasies.

At times, I wondered whether she knew. I wasn’t nearly as subtle about my interest as I should have been, but she didn’t exactly make it easy on me. During the first few weeks of school, she wore button-down shirts, against which her ample breasts strained vigorously, and she often stood at such an angle that I could peek between the gaps of her shirt and get a fleeting glimpse of her overflowing bra. Once winter arrived, the tight sweaters came out, emphasizing her every curve, highlighting the swell of her breasts. How could I possibly tear my eyes away from such temptations? You wouldn’t blame a cat for eyeing a canary, would you?

She never did anything explicit, but the number of times she bent over in front of me and touched my arm gently while explaining a difficult concept couldn’t simply be a coincidence. At times, she leaned in close, and her full breasts pressed against my shoulder while her perfume surrounded me, and I felt as though I were in heaven. Was I delusional, to imagine my teacher had an interest in a boy ten years her junior? Maybe, but if it were a delusion, I’d gladly reject sanity to hold onto it.

I knew the older teachers were jealous of her; we all did. It was no secret that they resented all of the attention she got, not only from her students, but even from the male teachers and fathers. I looked at the silver lining, though: my English grades had never been so high. My mother had even bought her a gift basket after seeing my first report card, after she had stopped crying tears of joy. Yes, there was definitely a bright side to being unable to tear my attention away from my teacher.

And now, as she spoke to the class and gestured dramatically, describing the murder of the old woman, her chest jiggled slightly, and I found myself yet again wondering what she looked like underneath that cherry red sweater, what color her nipples were, how they would feel between my lips were I to gently suckle them to hardness… Were her breasts sensitive? Was she shy? Would she cover her nude body and blush, averting her eyes from me? Or was she bold and brazen? Would she encourage me to drink her in, proudly displaying her body to me? Suddenly, her voice interrupted my daydreaming.

“Jason, can you come up to the front and help write down everyone’s thoughts for me?” she asked.

My eyes widened. My jeans bulged from my earlier thoughts, and now she wanted me to get up in front of the class, in front of everyone. I looked from side to side hastily, praying that another Jason had joined the class within the last five minutes without my knowing. “Me?”

“Yes, you. Come on,” she beckoned. “We don’t have all day.” She held the chalk out to me in her palm, waiting for me to take it from her. I gulped, but there wasn’t any way out of my predicament but time, time and diligent concentration on the topics on baseball, hobos, and that one time I had walked in on my father on the toilet.

I stood up and made my way to the front of the room as though there were a guillotine waiting for me, keeping my eyes bolted to the board. So long as I could keep my back to the other students, no one would be able to see my dong trying to escape through the front of my pants. I thought I heard a slight giggle as I passed Amy Medeiros, but it might have just been my overwhelming paranoia. I took the chalk from Miss Wong’s hand, and my fingertips brushed against her palm. My stomach fluttered from the touch, and I nearly dropped the chalk in surprise, but I had made it without everyone discovering my erection: mission accomplished.

I positioned my hand an inch away from the board, ready to take down whatever notes my peers said. I looked over to Miss Wong to wait for her to begin calling on pupils, but her eyes were focused on me, about three feet lower than I was expecting. I turned slightly, hoping to hide my arousal, but she just looked back to the class with a self-satisfied smirk on her thick lips.

I was thankful that no one else could see my cheeks; I was certain they were as red as they felt. But what about Miss Wong? Had she seen my hard-on? God, she must think I’m a pervert… Was she going to tell the principal? What if she called my parents? I wrote mechanically, my mind miles away from the classroom, specifically, mecidiyeköy escort at the top of an unusually tall cliff, high above an acre of jagged rocks, tipped with diamonds, wired to dynamite, and at ground zero of an incoming thermonuclear ICBM.

The next ten minutes were pure torture. I had no way to hide myself, not without calling everyone’s attention to me, anyway, and if having Miss Wong staring at my bulging crotch was bad enough, it’d be even worse with another forty eyes focused on me. At least teachers weren’t allowed to tease me…were they? I was pretty sure she’d get in trouble if she called me Boner Barry or whichever clever nickname my peers would bestow upon me if they learnt of my predicament. Every time she turned to me to tell me what to write, her eyes glanced downwards for the briefest of moments at my lap. I could feel her stare burning into me, and I wondered what was going through her mind. Her face was inscrutable. She could be hiding her disgust with a fake smile, she could be amused, she could be turned on, or flattered, or she could simply be remembering an especially delicious sandwich.

Finally, blessedly, my prayers to every deity I had been able to remember from Mister Katze’s ancient history class were answered by a ringing bell. I scurried to my seat, my cock throbbing within my boxers, while everyone was distracted with putting away their things. I was free, free as a bird!

“Jason?” asked Miss Wong sweetly.

Free as a turkey, in an oven, on Thanksgiving Day…

“Do you mind staying after class? I have something to discuss with you,” Miss Wong said. A chorus of “oooh’s” followed as my classmates laughed at my misfortune. I was in trouble, and they knew it, even if they were fortunately ignorant of the details.

My last classmate left the room and the door closed. The ticks of the clock thundered in the silence. I stood in front of her desk, waiting for her to say something to me. She looked up at me and adjusted her glasses. She took a deep breath and steepled her fingers. My heart fibrillated wildly in my chest. I just wanted her to say something. Anything was better than this deafening silence.

“Jason, I was going over your notes from last week, and I happened to notice that in the margins, someone wrote ‘Miss Wong’ in a heart.” Okay, I’d like to have silence back now… “Do you know anything about that?”

I tried to speak and failed. My lips fumbled about, but no words came out. My mind raced, trying to imagine excuses. “I have a crush on a different Vivian Wong.” “That’s not a heart, it’s an upside-down ass. I think you’re an asshole.” “Someone broke into my house, stole my notebook, wrote that in the margins, and then slipped it into my folder just before I turned it in.” I sighed in resignation. Nothing for it but the truth.

“I wrote it, Miss Wong…”

“I see… There was something else I noticed today, about which I wanted to ask you. When you were at the board, it appeared that you were…how should I put it…over-excited? Now, I understand that you’re a healthy young man, but I’m afraid I must ask you to attempt to avoid it in the future. It’s extremely distracting.”

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen—” My brain rewound her last sentence in my head. “Distracting?”

She rested her head on my hand and looked down at my crotch intently. “Extremely so. How am I supposed to teach when your cock is distracting me like that? Do you have any idea how difficult it was for me not to get down onto my knees and take care of that myself? Do you have any idea how wet I was getting watching you struggle with your hard-on, trying to hide it from me?”

“Miss Wong!”

“Call me Vivian, Jason. I’ve noticed your stares all semester, and I have to confess, I’m flattered that a young, handsome stud like yourself would pursue an old woman like me when your pert little classmates are surrounding you.”

“You’re not old, Miss, I mean, Vivian. You’re gorgeous! I’ve had a crush on you ever since I first saw you,” I confessed.

She purred with delight. Her dark, crescent eyes looked up at me from over her glasses. “My my, you’re already such a heart-breaker. You’re going to be such a Lothario when you’re older. Tell me, Jason, do you have much experience yet?”

My cheeks burnt. “Well I mean, I made out with Danielle at the movies once…”

“So you’re a virgin? Have you ever received a blowjob? Have you ever even seen a woman nude? And on your computer doesn’t count; I know all about what you high school boys use the internet for.”

“I, well…not exactly… No…”

She giggled, and I could feel my dick shriveling up, trying to hide from this humiliation. “Oh, I’m sorry, Jason. I wasn’t laughing at you being a virgin. It’s just that you’re so serious. It’s no big deal to still be innocent. You’re still young. How old are you, eighteen?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Ouch, please, Jason, anything’s better ümraniye escort than ma’am.”

“Yes, Vivian.”

“Much better. As I was saying, most eighteen year olds don’t have much experience. You shouldn’t be ashamed.” She stood up and walked across the room, her stilettos clicking with each step. She reached the door, thrust a key into the lock, and turned it. She had locked us into the room together. My heart began to pound. “However, innocence is like ignorance: it’s not shameful to have it, but you should rid yourself of it at the first chance you get.”

“What are you saying?”

“Have I been such a poor teacher as that, Jason? Can’t you read subtext? I think you know exactly what my meaning is. There’s no need to play coy.” She strode up to me. Her hand reached down to my thighs. I shuddered as she grazed her fingernails up my jeans until she reached my cock and squeezed. “Mmm, I had almost forgotten how good a hard, thick shaft feels in your hand… Care to help refresh my memory, Jason?”

“S-sure,” I stammered, trying desperately not to finish in my pants then and there. Miss Wong wanted to fuck me?! I must be dreaming… I couldn’t believe this was happening to me.

“Good,” she cooed. “Get onto your desk. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve fantasized about this…” She leaned in closely to me, so that her lips were brushed against my ear, and continued in a husky whisper. “I masturbated to you last night in the bath. I plunged my vibrator between my thighs and imagined it was you, and I orgasmed five times, until I was too exhausted to continue. It was the best orgasm I’ve had in months.”

I lifted myself onto my desk. Vivian took hold of her sweater with both hands and lifted it up over her head. Her full breasts bounced gently, clad in only a black, cupless bra. My cock stirred at the realization that she had been wearing such naughty lingerie under her sweater all day, while I was completely oblivious to what was underneath. Did she always wear lingerie like this under her sweaters? It was no wonder her curves were so well displayed… Her pink nipples were already hard, jutting out eagerly. Her tits were even larger than I had imagined, and I had estimated pretty high.

“Do you like my breasts, Jason?” she asked as she reached between her cleavage and undid the clasp. The bra burst away, beaten by the tension under which it had so valiantly struggled.

“I love them, Vivian. They’re amazing. C-can I touch them?”

“Of course,” she replied, jutting out her chest towards me invitingly.

My hands shaking, I reached out slowly and grabbed her breasts. She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering, her lips parted. They felt so soft, so smooth, so warm and heavy and heavenly in my grip. I slowly massaged them, gently caressing her nipples between my fingers. I squeezed softly, relishing their heft in my hands. I couldn’t believe the first breasts I had ever felt were my teacher’s!

She gently removed my hands from her chest, but I barely had time to pout before she slid down onto her knees in front of me, dragging her fingernails along my chest and thighs on her way down. Was she really going to..? She rested her breasts on my thighs, and with her eyes locked onto mine, she unzipped my fly and tugged my jeans down. “Ooh!” she cooed at the sight of the bulge in my boxers as my cock strained against the thin, white fabric. She slid her finger along the length of my shaft a few times. “You’re so big, Jason… I can’t wait to feel you inside me…” She undid my button. My cock sprang free. Her lips were just inches away from its tip. She tucked her long, sleek, black hair behind one ear and wrapped her hand around my cock tightly. Then, slowly, teasingly, she opened her mouth and engulfed my cock.

I watched, entranced, as her lips worked her way up my shaft and my manhood disappeared inside her. She moaned with satisfaction as her lips reached the base of my cock. Her tongue caressed my cock, swirling around my shaft. I moaned, unable to keep my ecstasy inside. “Oh god, Vivian, you’re so good at this…”

She purred softly. Her eyes locked onto mine. As I stared into her dark brown eyes, she slid her lips and tongue along my cock, moving her mouth back and forth. My shaft glistened with her saliva. Her tongue wrapped around my cock. She grabbed my ass with both hands, pulling me deeper into her throat. Her mouth embraced my manhood tightly, as she fucked me with her face, passionately forcing my cock inside of her.

With a wet gasp, she released my cock from my lips. She wiped her lips with one hand. “I can feel you throbbing between my lips…. Your cock is so hot… God, it’s been so long since I’ve had a real cock in my mouth. I just love the feeling of it squirming and pulsating inside of me… Can I have you between my tits?” she asked, pushing her breasts together, creating an inviting crevasse. I nodded eagerly.

She took the head of my cock between escort nişantaşı her lips and held it gently while she smothered my shaft with her soft breasts. She bobbed her head vigorously, massaging my cock with her tits. The tip of her tongue danced against the underside of my shaft. My cock was surrounded with new, exquisite sensations. I had never felt anything like this before in my life.

I wanted to surrender to her entirely, release myself inside her mouth. I wanted to watch my cock cum between her lips, I wanted to watch her swallow every last drop from my manhood. “I’m gonna cum…” I warned her.

She stopped suddenly. “Not yet. It’s too soon for that. I want you, Jason. I want your cock inside me. I want to be the woman to whom you lose your virginity. I want you to remember this day for the rest of my life.”

I could scarcely believe my ears. “You want to fuck me, Vivian?”

“I do. I want to deflower you right here in this classroom, just like I’ve been fantasizing about all year.” She stood up and turned so that her back was to me. “Will you unzip me?” she asked sweetly.

I gripped the zipper to her skirt and slid it down, taking the opportunity to caress my hand against her ass. Her skirt fell to the floor, revealing a thong underneath, exposing her firm, tight ass. I swatted her bottom playfully, emboldened by her greatly she was catering to my desires. I felt like a sultan in his harem, having his every need taken care of by his odalisques. She giggled at my spank and turned back around to face me. “You’re very bold, Jason. I always knew you were an excellent student. Sit down in your chair,” she ordered. Still stunned by how events were going, I could only comply.

I slid off the desk, pulled out my chair, and sat down. Vivian stood in front of me, straddling my thigh. My wet, hard cock pointed straight up towards the front of her thong. She looped her thumbs under its waistband and played with it, sliding it down almost far enough for me to glimpse her pussy before pulling it back up. I couldn’t wait any longer. I reached out, eager to tear her thong from her body, eager to thrust myself inside of her.

She slapped my hand awayShe bent over me so that her pendulous breasts hung in front of my face. I kissed them softly as I reached down and delicately removed her thong, exposing her bare, shaved pussy.

Finally, I could see it, my first pussy. It looked so smooth, so sleek. I softly caressed her slit. It was already moist with dew. Her pink lips beckoned invitingly. She stepped out of her thong and climbed into my lap. I kissed her earlobes, and was rewarded with a whispered “Jason…”

She took my cock into her hand and pressed its head against her warm, wet labia. Her thighs clenched. I bucked my hips, trying to force myself into her, but she pulled back slightly with a smirk and a playful laugh. “So eager… I bet you’ve fantasized about this hundreds of times, haven’t you, Jason? Did you ever imagine your first time would be with your teacher?”

“No way. This is like a dream…”

“Don’t wake up too soon, then,” she countered. She kissed my neck passionately. My eyes closed as I felt the tip of my cock slowly penetrate my teacher’s pussy. She guided me into her expertly, slowly, teasing me with each inch, until she had engulfed my shaft. Her warm, moist quim tightly gripped my manhood. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me… I thought back to porn I had seen, trying to think of what I should do, and began to move my hips back and forth, thrusting myself deeper inside of her.

She moaned loudly. Her fingernails clawed into my shoulders. She pulled herself against me, her firm breasts pressing forcefully against my chest, her hard nipples energetically drilling into my skin, rubbing in small circles against me. Panting and moaning, she began to circle her ass around my lap. I gasped from the sudden sensation of my cock being handled so exquisitely.

I grabbed her firm bottom roughly and guided her around my cock. She exhaled passionately, she began to nibble my neck and earlobe while I moved her body against me, thrusting into her. “You feel so big inside me, Jason…” she gasped into my ear. “Your cock is amazing. Keep going, don’t stop,” she begged as she rode my cock. I’m almost there, I’m about to cum…”

She impaled herself upon my shaft, riding me, sliding up and down my cock. Her firm breasts bounced with each thrust I made into her. A wave of ecstasy was building inside me. I knew I was close. I was reaching the plateau, just seconds away from the familiar cliff edge of orgasm. I wrapped my arm around her head and pulled her lips to me, kissing her deeply, passionately. After a second of surprised hesitated, she reciprocated, thrusting her tongue between my lips as our hearts beat together, our chests pressed against one another, our lips locked…

My cock spasmed inside her, releasing my seed inside her as I continued to thrust away. Blasts of pleasure exploded across my psyche. The only thing in my mind right now was the pleasure I was feeling, the sensation of cumming inside my teacher’s pussy, losing my virginity to such a beautiful, older woman as my cock surrendered its essence to her moist quim.

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As I was packing my bags for my sophomore year of college, I couldn’t help but think how much I had changed over the summer. I know that many people say that you go through many changes during your first year of college, but for me, it happened in my own hometown, after my first year.

Looking back, I remember the afternoon that I had pulled back into town. I arrived back in my small Midwest town on a quite Thursday afternoon. I was glad to be home. I hate to admit it, but I enjoyed being in a place where I could “be in the limelight.”

I had graduated the previous spring as the top student in my class. I had participated in many different things in high school and had been relatively successful at many of them. By the time I graduated, I thought that I had racked up a pretty impressive resume: All-State football, All-State Band (that’s right, I was both a jock and a band geek), Valedictorian, Student-Body President, etc., etc., etc. Because of this, I was very well known throughout my community, and I truly enjoyed that.

I had changed some over my first year of college. Unfortunately for me, it was all a physical change and it was not for the better. Throughout high school, I always considered myself slightly out of shape and overweight, despite the fact that I played both football and basketball. Even though I thought that I was a little overweight, I still considered myself a good looking guy. I was a little short at 5’9”, but I had other features to make up for my elevation problems. I had blonde hair that always seemed to look okay, but not great. My best feature, though, was on my face. I am still told today that I have the most beautiful blue eyes. I do not know where they came from, but there are times that I thank God for giving them to me. However, even with the intense practices and competitions, I never seemed to be able to lose my baby gut. When I returned from college, I was a nice robust 225 pounds. Although it was not a ‘fatty’ 225 pounds, at only 5’9”, I thought that I looked entirely too big. I tried staying active during the semester, but I only seemed to manage to get into the gym once or twice a week. Of course, snacking on foods until 2 or 3 in the morning trying to study for a test didn’t help much either.

Before I returned for the summer, I had decided that I was going to try to lose some of the weight that I had gained. I knew that it wasn’t going to be easy, but I knew that I could do it. The very first day that I was home, I began working out quite intensely. After about two weeks, I began to see some progress. It was small, but it was not even close to the change that I would soon begin to see.

Something that I have not yet mentioned is my love life, or lack thereof. I know that frequent dating is often associated with college students, especially the dating of several different people. As for me, I did not see a girl all year. My last dating experience came when I was a junior in high school. At the time, I told myself that I was better off without a girlfriend. For the most part, that was true, but there were times when I really wanted a girlfriend, if you know what I mean.

When I did return home for the summer, I expected my love life to proceed as it had for the past two years: non-existent. Boy was I wrong!! Of all the things that I had planned on changing during the summer (physical appearance especially) my relationship with the opposite sex was definitely not on the list. It wasn’t that I didn’t want a girlfriend. I just did not expect to find one in my small community. I had lived there for 18 years, and trust me; there wasn’t much of a selection.

Things all began to change at the end of June. By that time, my physical exercise was beginning to pay dividends. I did see some change in my appearance, but the major changes occurred elsewhere. All of a sudden, I had more energy and confidence. This was probably the main reason behind the major changes that were about to come.

One day when I was in the grocery store, I saw a girl that I had gone to high school with. Her name was Liz, and she graduated a year ahead of me. Liz was what I called “a looker.” Liz was not the most beautiful girl in the world, but she definitely did not do badly. She was a little short at 5’1” but had some meat on her bones, so she did not look like a pencil. She had a round face with short, curly “dirty” blonde hair. What made Liz “a looker” was not her overall body build, but it was the features that she possessed on that body. Liz had a wonderful smile that I could have stared at for hours. I still do not know to this day why I was so fascinated with that smile. She had nicely toned skin that was always darker than the season called for.

What really set Liz apart, though, were her chest and her ass. She had one of the most perfectly shaped asses that I had ever seen. It was very round and it swayed ever so slightly as she walked. Not only was it the perfect shape, but it was very topkapı escort firm also. When she would wear her tight cheerleading shorts at school, I swear that she would give me a hard on just by walking down the hall. As I said, Liz also had a very nice chest. To tell you the truth, I don’t know what it was about her breasts that made me so attracted to them. They were not overly large, probably a nice full B, and I had no clue as to their shape or texture. All I knew is that they were framed on her body absolutely perfectly and that I took notice of them quite often when we went to school together.

Despite the fact that I could hardly look at her without thinking of her sexually, I did manage to say a few words to her. We stopped and said hi to each other and went our separate ways. When I went to check-out, Liz was in front of me. This time, we struck up a better conversation. We had been friends in high school, but we did not “hang-out” or anything. She was the girl who always had a boyfriend and was always concerned about her appearance. By the time we had reached the check-out counter, we had been able to have a good conversation. I found out that she was doing well in school and that her and Mark, (her long time boyfriend) had split up about 4 months ago. She said that she was going to be in town for the summer and she said that she hoped to see me around. After she had checked out, Liz said goodbye, left the store, and I did not give one more thought to our conversation.

Two weeks later, I saw Liz again. By this time, the weight was really starting to come off and I was feeling pretty good about myself. This time, I saw her at a local gas station. She was filling up her Jeep Grand Cherokee as I drove up in my Jeep Wrangler. I jumped out and began to fill my tank. Once I had the fuel going, I went over to say hi again. Liz was a little surprised to see me, but she greeted me with a nice smile. After a few minutes of chit chat, she invited me to join some other friends of hers (and mine) to go see a movie that night. I thought that it sounded like a good idea so I agreed to go.

When I was getting ready for the movie that night, my mom told me that I had an odd bounce to my step. She asked me if I had a big date, but I told her that it was just a bunch of my friends going out to see a movie. When I met my friends at the designated location that evening, I piled in with a couple of other guys that I had gone to school with. Being from a small town, we had to drive about an hour to get to the nearest descent movie theatre. Once we arrived at the theatre, I saw Liz and some other friends jump out of her Jeep Cherokee. The rest of us made our way to her vehicle and we entered the theatre together. When we found our seats, Liz sat down in the seat directly to my left. This surprised me a little because I was sitting on one end, and her girlfriends were sitting at the other end of the row.

After the movie had been running for about twenty minutes, I realized that it was going to be rather boring. Thus I began to space off, paying no attention whatsoever to the movie. Approximately twenty minutes later, I felt a light touch on my left hand. I didn’t even bother to glance over, thinking that Liz had just brushed against me as she was shifting in her seat. Once again, I felt another light touch on my hand. When I glanced over, I realized that Liz was looking at me. At first, I was a little confused, because I did not know what she wanted. To my surprise, she reached out and took hold of my hand. Before I had a chance to react, her left hand was around my bicep and she was leaning on my shoulder. A few minutes later, she was asleep. I did not blame her, because the move was a sleeper. During the last hour of the movie, I could not stop thinking about what had happened. While Liz was sleeping on my shoulder, I was running all the scenarios through my head:

“Was she attracted to me? No, that couldn’t be it, could it? She is probably just bored and tired, right? Oh, I don’t know. Maybe she really does like me!?”

After the movie ended, I found myself in a slight trance. I was still unsure as to what Liz had just done, and was not sure on how to proceed. This decision was quickly made for me. On the way out of the theatre, Liz suggested that we ride home with different people. As it turned out, Liz and I rode alone in her vehicle, while the rest of the group made it home in the other two vehicles that made the trip.

This really made me wonder what Liz was trying to tell me. As we made our way home, I could barely say a word, as I was trying not to embarrass myself and say something that I shouldn’t. We talked briefly about the movie and how bad it was, but nothing was said about the physical contact between the two of us. Despite the fact that I did not want to embarrass myself, I could not keep my eyes of off Liz. She was wearing a blue and white mini skirt that went half way to her knees and a blue escort kadıköy spaghetti strap top that was fairly low cut. It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra as the outline of her entire breast was clearly visible through the thin blue material, not to mention her perky nipples that protruded through the top. I tried not to make it obvious that I was looking her up and down, but I could not help myself. Even if she did not catch me looking at her, I am sure that she could have noticed the bulge that was beginning to form in my shorts.

We continued to make small talk as we made our way home. When we were about 15 minutes outside of town, I couldn’t stand it any longer. I had to find out what she was trying to tell me, or if she was trying to tell me anything at all, during the movie.

“Were you trying to tell me something during the movie?” I asked her.

“What do you mean?” she replied.

“I mean, why did you reach out and hold my hand, and why did you decide to sleep on my shoulder?”

“I guess because it just felt natural. I was bored of watching the movie and it felt like it was the right thing to do. Were you uncomfortable with it?”

“Oh, no, I wasn’t uncomfortable at all, I just want to know if there is something else that is going to happen between us.”

And with that statement, my entire life turned around. At that moment, we had reached my vehicle in town and we were parked beside it. Liz turned her head towards me, leaning slightly into me. Without even thinking, I did the same, and we met with a soft kiss that seemed to last an eternity, even though it was only a few seconds. As we broke the kiss, I could feel the swell in my shorts beginning to grow once again. This time, it was not going to go away very quickly. I leaned in once again and began giving her slow, supple kisses on her soft lips. I moved my hand to her face and ran my hands through her hair as she wrapped her hands around my body. I could feel my manhood beginning to swell even further as we become more passionate.

All of a sudden, I realized that we were beginning to make out in her vehicle in the middle of town. I suggested that we go somewhere else if we were going to continue. She suggested that we drive out to her family’s cabin on the lake. Her family was quite well off and owned a very impressive cabin at a nearby lake. As we were driving to the cabin about 15 miles away, I said something that I never thought that I would say to her.

“You know, I have never done this before, Liz.”

“You mean that you have never made out before. Oh, come on Ryan (which is me), you have had girlfriends before.”

“Yes, I have made out before, but…but I have never…you know…”

“Gone all the way? Ryan, it’s ok. There is nothing to worry about.”

“I know that there’s nothing to worry about. I just…just don’t want to be…bad.” “You don’t have to worry about anything. You will be just fine, trust me.”

As Liz said this, we pulled into the drive of the cabin. By this time, my excitement had leveled off slightly, but my heart was absolutely racing. We entered the cabin and Liz flipped on the lights to the kitchen. She asked if I was hungry, and I said that I was good. We made our way to the living room where she turned on a very dim light in the corner of the room while I found a seat on the sofa. Liz turned toward me, and just stared at me. After a long, awkward silence, she finally broke the tension.

“You have nothing to worry about, you know. If you don’t feel comfortable doing something, then just tell me.”

“It’s not that I don’t feel comfortable, I just don’t want to disappoint you, Liz.”

“Believe me, Ryan; you’re not going to disappoint me.”

“It’s not just in going all the way Liz, there are a lot of things that I haven’t done.”

When I said that, Liz moved towards me ever so gracefully and quietly, like a predator before it jumps on the unsuspecting prey. She turned and sat on my lap, twisting her body so she could see me.

“All you have to do is let me take care of you. I promise that you will have no trouble.”

Even with her words of encouragement, my heart was still pounding in my chest. Liz moved her body closer to mine and we engaged in a kiss very similar to the first one. This time, I instinctively wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close to me. She let out a small gasp as her body collided with mine and we sunk further into the furniture. As we continued to entangle our bodies, she became a little more aggressive, rubbing my chest with vigor as I massaged her back.

By this time, she was laying on top of me on the couch. As she tried to move into a better position, she rolled off and we both burst out laughing. This helped calm my nerves slightly, that is, until she suggested that we move into the bedroom. When Liz picked herself up off the floor, her skirt rode high up on her hips and I could see clearly that she was wearing escort fındıkzade a very small thong. When she made her way to her feet, she left the skirt on her hips, giving me a clear view of the ass that once gave me hard ons when she walked down the hall at school. I sat on the couch in awe at first, not because I had never seen a girl’s tight ass before, but because I never thought that I would see that tight ass.

Liz realized that I was having a hard time getting of the couch, so as she sexily moved herself towards the bedroom, she turned to me and said, “Maybe you need some encouragement,” and she reached down to the bottom of her top and pulled it up over her head and threw it towards me. By the time I realized what she had done, she had darted off to the bedroom, awaiting my arrival. When I entered the bedroom, she was laying on her stomach, facing the doorway. As I moved closer to the bed, she sat up slightly, exposing her beautiful breasts. When I began to climb on the bed, she stopped me, saying,

“Someone is wearing entirely too many clothes to get on this bed. I believe that you will have to discard some of yours before you can be admitted,” with a devilish grin.

I then stood in front of her and began removing my shoes and socks. When I started removing my shirt, she got off the bed and held my hands. “I think that I will help you with that,” she said, starring into my eyes. She moved my hands to her breasts and cupped my fingers around them. I began to massage her soft, but firm chest as she reached for the bottom of my shirt. She pulled it up over my head and dropped it on the floor. She pulled me closer to her and we fell on the bed in each other’s arms. For the first time, she could feel my hard cock pressing up against her. As she massaged my chest, I could feel myself getting harder and harder, and so could she.

“It feels like someone is ready to get down to business,” she said, glancing down at my crotch. She moved her hands to the top of my shorts and unbuttoned them. I closed my eyes and felt her right hand slip into my shorts and boxers and grab hold of my cock for the first time. Liz pushed my shorts and boxers down my body to get her first look at me. I am not afraid to say that what she saw was not that impressive. Even at “full-strength,” I was only five inches long. I was a little ashamed at first, and I think that she could tell this.

“Oooh, it’s so beautiful, Ryan. I have never seen one like yours.”

“Are you sure, look at it, it barely makes five inches.”

“Yes, but it’s so thick. And it feels so smooth and tender. Oh, I am going to have fun with this.” Liz then began stroking my cock a little harder and leaned her chest into my face. I began kissing the most stunning breasts I had ever laid eyes on. Liz’s breasts were just a full “B,” but they were absolutely perfect for her body. Just as soon as I was really enjoying her breasts, Liz began sliding down my body, kissing every inch of me as she went, the entire time, holding onto my cock.

When she reached my crotch, she kissed all around my cock and balls, teasing me until I begged her to give her attention to my cock. Even with my begging, she continued to tease, barely touching the head of my shaft. Finally after several minutes of agonizing taunting, Liz placed her tongue at the bottom of my cock and ran it all the way to the top, stopping at the head to give it a little extra attention. I could not believe that this was happening. Of all the things that I wanted to do over the summer, I never imagined that going to bed with a girl that I only used to fantasize about would be one of them.

Liz’s licking continued, and she started rubbing my balls ever so slightly as she ran her tongue all over my hard, thick cock. She still had not inserted the shaft into her mouth, and I was getting a bit anxious. I decided to take the initiative by grabbing her head. When I did this, she let out a slight, mmmmm, but continued working on my cock. I guided her mouth to the top of shaft and coerced her mouth over the head of my cock. Liz knew that I wanted her to take me inside of her, but she still resisted.

“There is no rush she said,” She said, “I want to make this the best night of your life. Just lie back on the bed and let me do the work.”

When she said this, I figured that her licking and teasing would go on for hours, but she knew that she had to get on with it eventually. Liz grabbed the base of my cock and moved her mouth to the head. In one swift move, my entire cock was engulfed by her wonderful mouth.

“Oh, Ryan, you taste so sweet. I never knew that a cock could taste this good.”

Hearing this really got me turned on, if I wasn’t already. I thought that I was going to cum already, just by hearing her say that. Liz continued to down my cock in her throat. She started at the top and moved all the way down to the base, taking the entire thing into her mouth. Liz started to pick up the pace and I knew that I was not going to be able to hold on much longer. All of the sudden, she began to squeeze my balls with vitality. This put me over the top. I couldn’t hold it any longer. When she looked into my eyes, she knew I was about ready to let it fly.

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