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I had started working for Kim the summer I graduated, she had bought the farm near my family’s house and needed someone to work for her. I had fallen hard for Kim right away, none of my friends realized I preferred big women. No one even realized that I had gotten to my 18th birthday a virgin because I wasn’t attracted to any of the girls in my school. Kim was lush, full and sweet and I figured that she saw me as kid even though she was only in her mid-20s.

I had worked hard all summer thinking of her and wishing that some miracle would happen and she would be the one to take my virginity before I left for university. The summer was almost over and in just under a month I would be leaving for school.

The day before my eighteenth birthday we finally finished painting the outside of her house. It was Thursday and Kim told me to take off until Monday for my birthday. I couldn’t get her to believe that I would rather work then party so I had to agree.

My friends from the football team got together and we had a huge party, I should have been thrilled but all I could think of was Kim. The next day my parents took me out for dinner and we had a good time but I was thrilled when Monday came.

When I showed up at Kim’s I did my usual work and then when the day help left Kim asked me to dig out an irrigation ditch that had collapsed while she worked in the house. By the time I had rebuilt the mud wall and cleaned out the gunk that had built up I was covered in mud. The wind had picked up, clouds had moved in, and the temperature had dropped.

Kim came out of the house around 5:30 and told me to come on up. When she saw how I was

shivering she ran back in and got me a towel and a pair of cut off shorts.

“Oh Chris I’m sorry. I forgot to get you the sprayer so you wouldn’t get soaked. Go in and take a

shower and put these on and I’ll put your pants out to dry.”

Walking upstairs to the bathroom, I could smell the aroma of great cooking down in the kitchen.

While I showered I could smell Kim all around me, her shampoo, perfume and soap filled the air. As I dressed I wondered who the shorts had belonged to and felt a wave of jealousy for her late husband.

The shorts were kind of snug but they fit, I would just have to hope that I didn’t get excited because I had no underwear on. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror on the outside of the bathroom door while standing in Kim’s bedroom. I have never been vain but I had to admit the shorts showed off all of the muscle sports and digging had given me. My own shorts were longer, and around the top of my legs, my skin was white, but my chest and back were a smooth dark tan. I found myself wishing that I had a hairy chest, or a tattoo, anything to look older then eighteen.

“Chris, come on down, I have something to show you.” I headed downstairs and found Kim dressed in a soft green pair of shorts and a blue tank top. The dining room was set up with a beautiful dinner and soft blues music was playing. Outside the storm had picked up and the wind was beginning to howl.

“Wow are you expecting company? I can get going if you want.” I stuttered from half way down the stairs.

“Silly, this is your day after the day after your birthday dinner.” Kim smiled up at me and began

uncovering the dishes. “I remember when you told me what you perfect dinner would be, so I fixed it for you. Shrimp Alfredo, garlic bread, fruit and chocolate mousse, since I figure that you have already had plenty of cake this week. I have a bottle of wine if you think it will be ok. I don’t want to contribute to the delinquency of a minor, but you seem pretty grown-up to me.”

I couldn’t believe it. We had talked about our favorite foods when we first met and she had

remembered and fixed them. I called my mom and told her I was going to wait out the storm at

Kim’s.

It was like the beginning of one of the fantasies I had had of Kim. We sat there talking and eating, sipping red wine and even flirting. The rain had started and the sound of it mixed with the music and Kim’s laugh was making me crazy. I had drunken beer before but the wine seemed to go strait to my head, making me bold as I flirted with Kim.

We had finished dinner and Kim had gone to get the fruit and mousse when the lights went out. I

heard a crash from the kitchen and had to feel my way along.

“Kim are you OK? Are you hurt?” My throat felt tight as I waited for her reply.

“I’m OK. I just dropped a plate, can you find the candle and matches on the shelf near the kitchen door. Follow my voice.” I could hear her picking up pieces of plate as I felt around on the wall for the candle. When I finally found them, I could see Kim on her knees with her back to me, her round full ass pointing at me. I couldn’t help the reaction of my body and the tight shorts were making me uncomfortable.

“Kim what happened are you alright?” I rushed over to her hoping the darkness would hide my

erection. The kitchen smelled amazing, like Alanya Escort escort fresh bread and Kim.

“Oh I just got a little frightened when the lights went out. I know it is silly but I have always been kind of afraid of the dark. Um lets go into the living room and maybe you could start the fire for me.” Kim said all in a rush.

I held the candle for her as she gathered up the fruit and moose, then I led the way into the living

room. Kim put everything on the on the coffee table and I lit the two candles there. She sat on the couch sipping her wine, looking like a dream while I began to load wood into the fireplace.

I turned to get the first candle and caught Kim looking at me with the oddest expression on her face.

Kim began to tell me how she had been afraid of the dark since she was a small child as I poured

wax from the candle on the fire and then lit it. I stood up and joined Kim on the couch, the sight of her sitting there with her legs drawn up close like a little girl made my heart ache. I sat down beside her and offered her my arms with out thinking. As Kim leaned against me I began to get so hard, I thought I would die.

Kim leaned forward, grabbed a bowl of moose, and began to slowly eat it. Each bite she took of the chocolate was a complete turn on.

“So how does it feel to be a real adult Chris?” Kim asked as she offered me a bite of her moose.

I opened my mouth to speak and found it full of chocolate. Swallowing I said, “I don’t really feel any different, there is so much I haven’t done yet.” I took the next bite and licked the spoon as Kim shifted and laid her head on my lap. I couldn’t believe that she didn’t feel my hard-on and I kept thinking that at any moment she would jump up and slap me.

Kim continued to feed me chocolate as we talked about all the things I want to do someday. I told her that I couldn’t wait to vote, travel, go to college and have a girlfriend. Kim looked up at me with the oddest expression and asked if I had ever had a real girlfriend before.

“Ummm, no, I don’t really have any feelings for the girls around here. I don’t find them very

attractive.” I know I was blushing as I said it and I just had to hope Kim wouldn’t see my flaming

cheeks in the fire light.

Kim sat up and looked at me, leaning close. “Chris are you saying you have never had a girlfriend?”

Kim put her hand high on my thigh as she looked deep into my eyes. “Chris, are you a virgin?”

I couldn’t believe that she was asking me this, the woman of my dreams was so close and I couldn’t find the words. I looked down at her hand on my thigh and began to stammer. “Well you see… I… I mean…I.” I thought I would swallow my tongue, the words just wouldn’t come out and Kim’s hand felt like fire on my leg.

“Chris look at me.” Kim’s other hand was under my chin lifting my face so that she could look me in the eyes. “I don’t mean to embarrass you baby, I was just wondering. You seem so sweet

and…Chris you are really special.” She smiled up at me. “Someday you will meet the perfect girl.”

“I already have Kim.” I knew I would have to kiss her. I knew that I had to kiss Kim right then, that if I didn’t I would hate myself for the rest of my life. I knew that Kim might freak out and never want to see me again, I was eight years younger then her and she was my boss but at that moment nothing mattered except how close Kim was to me.

I reached out and put my hand on Kim’s shoulder, pulling her close and staring her in the eyes. “Kim I have already found the perfect woman, don’t you know that?” My lips found hers and I could feel her body flow against me. My arms were now full of her soft round body and I thought to myself that this must be heaven.

Kim began to return my kiss with a passion that startled me since I was sure that she was going to order me out into the storm. Everything I had dreamed about how her sweet fat body would feel against mine was true, she was soft, smooth and as my arms wrapped around her to pull her close I could feel her flesh move against me.

Kim’s hands were exploring my chest and shoulders, everywhere she touched was on fire and still the kiss went on. I ran my hands up and down her back, feeling the slight roll of skin there as I tried to pull her even closer. We shifted until my back was against the couch and she was leaning over me, weight pushing me into the back of the couch, holding me in place. It felt amazing and all I could think of was how was I going to get her to sit on my lap.

Finally after long minutes where the only noise was the storm raging and the fire crackling Kim pulled back with a sigh. “Oh Chris, oh you sweet thing, I shouldn’t take advantage of you but I have been wanting to kiss you since the day you and I began to scrape the paint on the house. All I could think of when you were on the ladder above me is how wonderful you looked.”

I reached forward and rained a dozen small kisses on Kim’s face then began to laugh. “Kim I Alanya Escort bayan have wanted to touch you and kiss you since the moment I saw you, you were bending over and you were so round and soft and everything I had ever dreamed of. Your not taking advantage of me, I am an adult and I want to make love to you, I want you to be my first. Kim please show me how to make you happy.”

Kim leaned forward as her hand slid up my leg to feel my hard-on fighting against the material of the too tight shorts I was wearing. “Oh my! Chris you are an adult, I want to be your first at everything.” Kim began to kiss me again as her hand fondled my cock through the material. I pushed my hands up under her blue tank top from behind feeling the soft warm skin as I pushed her top farther and farther up. I felt Kim begin to fumble with the buttons of the shorts.

She pulled back and slid from the couch onto her knees before me and since I still had my hands on her top it came off over her head. She was before me in the firelight with only her sotf green shorts and the flimsiest of blue lace bras. How could anything so small hold those huge breast up?

Kim reached forward and pulled my hips to the edge of the couch as she began to unbutton my shorts. “I want to teach you everything, but I want you in my mouth first though, I have to taste you.” Finally Kim reached the forth button down and my cock sprang free, I couldn’t believe how hard and long it had gotten, I would swear it had to be an inch longer then its normal seven inches and much thicker then it had ever felt before. Kim looked at me with astonishment in her dark brown eyes. “Chris I always thought you must be well endowed because I had seen the lump in your shorts a time or tow but I never guessed it would be so beautiful.” She said as she pulled the shorts all the way off of me.

Kim leaned forward so I could feel her lace covered breast against my legs and lightly

kissed the head of my cock then began to lick the whole thing with her tongue. “Oh Kim I have dreamed about this so many times.” I gasped as she took me in her ripe sweet mouth. I reached out and ran my hands through that long dark hair that was tied up in a blue and green ribbon.

Up and down her hot mouth went over my swollen cock, I felt as if she would eat me alive and I would beg for it if only she never stopped. I grabbed the end of the ribbon and pulled it until her hair flowed over my thighs and covered her face. I gathered up the hair and wrapped my hands in it so that I could see her soft mouth and round cheeks, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Again and again she took my swollen cock deep in her mouth as her right hand fondled my balls and her left wrapped around behind me to pull me closer to her.

Over the still raging storm I could hear the soft sighing and groaning sounds she made as she tried to get every inch of my cock into her mouth. Deeper and deeper she went and when I thought I would explode she would grasp my balls in such a way that the need would just barely recede. Finally with a deep sigh of satisfaction from both of us she had every inch of my prick in her wonderful mouth and nothing she could do would keep me from exploding. I began to push her head back, terrified to cum in her mouth, afraid she would hate me for it until I felt both of her hands wrap around my waist and pull me to her. The world seem to spin as my cock pulsed and pulsed, I swear I had never cum so much, and for at least a full minute the spasms kept up as Kim held me in her mouth, drinking every drop.

She pulled back and let my half hard cock slip out of her mouth. “Oh Chris, I’m sorry. I was going to wait, to keep you from cumming so we could more but as you got close I wanted to taste you so much, it has been so long since I tasted that. It has been four years since my husband died and until you I didn’t want anyone else.” Kim laid her head on my thigh with a sigh.

“Kim I will be able to go again in a little bit, I can always get hard at least twice. I am already half there.” I said as I reached down and began to pull her up.

She looked down at me as she stood in front of me. “Oh my god I have heard about the staying power of young men but I never knew.” I reached out for her hips and began to pull her shorts down.

“You said you married young, what about your husband?” I asked as I worked her shorts down, even in the firelight I could see the shadow of her pubic hair through the matching lace panties. Suddenly I felt no jealousy for her late husband, I just wanted to know everything about her.

Kim took a step back and smiled at me as she kicked the shorts off and began to run her hands over her bra and belly, teasing me. “Oh no, he was twelve years older then me and the only man I ever . . . well until you just now.” She began to sway softly as she reached behind her and undid her bra, before it could fall to the ground she clasped it to her chest and turned around. With her back to me and that wonderful fat, round ass nearly Escort alanya in my face she let the bra drop and hooked her fingers in the edges of the lace panties. Swaying her hips less then a foot from my face she bent forward and began to slowly pull the panties down her strong full thighs.

I reached out and ran my hand lovingly across her ass and then across her hips as she turned to face me, naked and glowing in the flickering light. I caught my breath, she was everything I had ever dreamed of and so much more. “Oh god Kim, oh, you are amazing, perfect, you . . .you . . . I, ummm Oh my God.” I pulled her too me so that she was straddling my legs as I sat on the edge of the couch. She looked down at my now fully hard cock as I pulled her down to sit on my lap facing me.

“Oh be careful, I don’t want to hurt you.” She said trying to not out her whole weight on me.

I grasped her shoulders and pulled her all the way down until her body pressed my cock between our bellies. “Kim you couldn’t hurt me, I am use to tossing hay bales and having linebackers nearly your size smack into me. You are the most wonderful thing I can imagine and I want you on me.” I reached out and grasped Kim’s left breast and raised it to my mouth taking her amazingly large hard nipple in my mouth and sucking on it as if my life depended on it. Her skin was cool and soft and I couldn’t get enough. I leaned forward and buried my entire face in her tit.

Gasping for air I pulled back and traded sides, sucking on her other tit as I lightly pinched and pulled the other one. “Harder baby, suck and pull them harder.” Kim sighed and moaned as she squirmed on my thighs and I could feel her wetness against me. “Oh yeah, oh hard like that, really pull those great big nipples.” Kim’s words came faster and more raspy as she grabbed my hair and pulled me even closer.

I was afraid I would hurt her but I could tell that she was enjoying it so I began to pull and twist one nipple while sucking as hard as I could on the other. She was bouncing and wiggling so much I had to bite her nipple to keep it in my mouth and this sent a thrill through her body. “YES! Oh Chris bite my big fat nipple.”

I wrapped my other arm around her waist to try to keep her on my lap she was squirming so much as I bit and sucked and twisted on those amazingly large nipples. She began to rub herself harder and faster against my thighs and suddenly pulled herself from my mouth and used both hands to grab the back of my head as she pulled me to her as she arched her back. Her cries had all run together into one long keening sound and suddenly it stopped as she slumped forward then began to slide off of my thighs onto the floor. Since she still had a hold of my hair I had no choice but to follow her down and I lay half on top of her as she breathed hard , gasping for air and letting out soft, fragile sounding sighs.

I had never seen a woman cum and didn’t really believe it could happen from just having her nipples sucked but I had no doubt that I had made Kim cum and the thrill of it made me even harder then I had been before.

After her shuddering had faded Kim reached up and pulled my mouth to hers and we lay there on the rug in front of the dying fire kissing, wrapped in each others arms.

After a while the fire was barely a glow and I could tell that Kim was getting cold and the storm didn’t seem to be letting up at all. Kim smiled as she got up and took my hand, “Come on.” she said as she headed for the stairs. We laughed and stumbled our way across the room and up the stairs until we reached her bedroom.

I stood at the door as Kim lit half a dozen candles around the room, suddenly I felt self-conscious to be standing there naked. Kim must have understood somehow since she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. Kissing made me feel as if I had nothing in the world ever to worry about. She lead me over to the giant bed that dominated the room and pulled me down next to her.

We lay there side by side and I couldn’t believe I had the woman of my dreams in my arms, her head on my shoulder we began to talk.

“Oh Chris you make me feel so amazing, so alive.” She sighed into my shoulder.

I held her closer, “Kim I dreamed about so many times, I want to do everything with you, I am just sorry I don’t know more, I just want to make you happy.”

Kim laughed, “I will teach you everything Chris, when I am done with you you will know how to drive a woman insane.” Her hand had been rubbing my tight stomach and just that and the feel of her had me hard again. “I have heard that young men can do this but you are amazing.” Her hand began to lightly stroke me as she reached up to my lips for another long kiss.

Kim’s hand began to work my cock faster and faster until I had to reach down and stop her, she looked up at me in surprise. “Kim there is one thing I have thought about doing to you since we first met . . . I ummmm . . . I want to, to, go down on you. I want to taste you, teach me how to eat you out.”

Kim rolled over on her back and I sat beside her trying to remember everything about her body and the way her wonderfully large titties lay to the side of her chest and the way her breathing made her belly move up and down. Kim put her hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me between her legs.

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This is chapter 13 of a series. If you like this story, I encourage you to read earlier chapters as they can help understand characters and context. In any case, please do provide feedback. There are obvious sequels to this series, and I would be happy to hear your suggestions for how to improve it.

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Andy had been looking forward to this date. It was well known at the college that Andrew had a crush on Alice but he had always been too meek to ask her out. The experience in Mr. Peters’ class had broken the ice and taught him an important lesson (see Chapter 5): Alice was in fact attracted to him and that the way to her heart was to be more forceful and assertive. She wanted him to take charge, to be the man. If he did assert himself, she willingly complied.

He told her that he would pick her up at 7:00PM to take her to dinner. He had not known at the time where, but he decided that he would like it to be a fairly upscale restaurant, one that would impress her. He arrived at her house at precisely 6:55PM. He knocked on her door.

Her father opened the door, not particularly pleased to see a young man who had come for his daughter. “Yes?” he inquired, but knowing full well why Andrew was there.

“Hello Mr. Campbell.” He held out his hand to shake the hand of Mr. Campbell. “I’m Andrew Storr; I’m here for Alice?”

Mr. Campbell liked the fact that he said it as a question. He liked it when Alice’s dates were apprehensive in his presence. It made it clear to him that they would not dare try anything with Alice. He replied, “Yes, I know,” expressing no enthusiasm. He shook the boy’s hand, being sure to provide an excessively hard grip, almost smiling when he saw the boy grimace as he pinched his fingers.

Andy was intimidated by Mr. Campbell. He had been determined to be assertive with Alice, as he knew that this was what she liked but he was not off to a good start with her father, who was clearly putting him in his place. “Yes sir,” he said for no apparent reason, other than to let Mr. Campbell know that he recognized his authority.

“Yes, well, why don’t you come in son. I will let her know that you are here.” He waved Andrew into the foyer. Andy stepped in, being sure not to go much farther than the entrance. He noticed how her father referred to him as “son,” again letting him know of his authority over him. Andy was a psychology major, and he often speculated on the underlying motives of persons, how they appeared to take complementary roles with one another. He also knew that daughters often liked their men to be like their fathers. If this was true, it was immediately evident to him what kind of man Alice wanted.

Mr. Campbell strolled down the hall, not in any particular hurry, and then called for his daughter. “Alice, a young man is here for you. Do you wish to see him?”

It seemed to Andrew that her father wouldn’t miss a single opportunity to slight him. Of course she wanted to see him, they had a date. Her father though liked the idea of suggesting that Andrew might have to be told to leave. Andrew waited patiently.

“Daddy, yes, it’s Andy. Is he here already?”

Mr. Campbell looked back at Andrew, and said, “Yes, I believe he is. Are you here early young man?”

“Just a bit, sir,” Andy respectfully replied. He was not really early. He wondered if he should say that he will wait outside a few more minutes and then knock again, but he kept his sarcasm to himself. He could feel the temptation to meet her father’s authoritarianism with defiance but that would only give Mr. Campbell the excuse to escalate his behavior. Andy waited patiently.

“Yes, apparently so,” Mr. Campbell replied.

Mrs. Campbell then appeared from the kitchen, drying her hands on an apron. “My goodness father, a young man is here? Well, you ninny, invite him in.” She smiled sweetly at Andrew. “Please, come in, my goodness,” she gestured invitingly to Andy to come further into the house. “You must be Andrew Storr. Obviously, I am ‘mom.'” She laughed at referring to herself as “mom.”

Andy was instantly taken by her beauty. Mrs. Campbell was a striking woman. Andy could tell from whom Alice got her physical attractiveness. Andy didn’t move in response to her gesture to enter, in part because he did not want to incur any further criticism from Mr. Campbell but also because he was simply frozen by her appearance. She had medium length blonde hair. Unlike Alice, however, her hair was straight. Her eyes were narrow, as were Alice’s, but they were even more so. Mrs. Campbell’s eyes reminded Andy of Renee Zellweger. They were more squinty than narrow, providing a sense of modesty or passivity. Her smile also reminded Andy of Bridget Jones, although Mrs. Campbell was not at all pudgy or overweight, as was Ms. Zellweger in Bridget Jones’ Diary. Her figure was actually fantastic. Andy had the image of the Zellweger character Dorothy Boyd in Jerry Maquire, but with larger breasts. They were not well displayed though behind her apron and matronly dress.

In any case, Alanya Escort escort she was also very friendly and engaging. Mrs. Campbell was not the least bit passive with respect to welcoming her guests. She simply would not have Andy standing uncomfortably at the door. She walked up to him and took his arm to draw him into their house. Andy instantly felt her warmth, perhaps even affection. Mr. Campbell furrowed his brow in disapproval, but didn’t say anything.

“Andrew, really, please do come in. I have been dying to meet you.” She brought Andy into the kitchen that was adjoining the hallway. “Here, I have been making some brownies for my daughter’s, my other daughter’s, Terrie, her school’s bake sale. Please, you must try one and let me know what you think.” She set him down at the kitchen table and brought him a fresh brownie. The contrast in the behavior of Alice’s parents was striking. Mr. Campbell followed them into the kitchen, helping himself to a brownie, but standing apart from the two of them. Mrs. Campbell poured Andy a glass of milk and sat down next to him at the table.

“Well, Andy, tell me all about yourself. Where are you taking Alice tonight? Oh, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that, it really isn’t my business you know. Do your parents live nearby or are you from out of town?” She stopped her flurry of questions and allowed Andy to respond.

Andy and Mrs. Campbell had a nice, pleasant conversation. He found it much easier to talk to her. She appeared to be sincerely interested in him and wanted him to enjoy being within their home. He relaxed. The ease of their conversation was helpful, as Alice did not make her appearance for at least another fifteen minutes. Andy went through three of Mrs. Campbell’s brownies. She was pleased that he liked them so much.

Alice entered the room with the flourish of her mother. “Andy, hello, I hope I didn’t keep you waiting,” she said with a big smile. She had kept him waiting but he didn’t at all mind. He had been enjoying his conversation with her mother, as well as the brownies, and Alice’s arrival was worth the wait. Andy found Mrs. Campbell to be attractive but Alice was stunning. She was incredibly pretty, with sparkling green eyes and long lashes that seemed to flutter as she laughed. She was no longer dressed in her school uniform. She was now wearing a short sleeve summer dress that reached beyond her knees. It was dark blue with little pink flowers scattered throughout. The dress was not tight but the cotton fabric was thin, draping well across her breasts, which were swinging with every bit of movement. Alice’s breasts were moderate in size, but in this dress they were well displayed. The fabric seemed to wrap around each one, clinging to their roundness. He wasn’t even sure whether she was wearing a bra beneath the thin cloth, as he could clearly detect them wigging with each step and turn.

“Do you like my new dress, Andy?” Alice asked, twirling around for him, causing the skirt to rise up and her breasts to bounce. Andy gulped with discomfort, not wanting to appear that he noticed how sexy she looked yet also wanting to acknowledge her attractiveness. Mr. Campbell’s eyes widened in concern.

Andy replied, “Yes, Alice, yes, you look very pretty in it,” and that was no lie. Alice reminded everyone at school of Teri Garr in Young Frankenstein. She had wavy blonde hair and pursed lips, as if she was always getting ready for a kiss, although not really appearing to actually be aware of it. She even spoke in the high tones and naive innocence of the Inga character.

“Now, Alice, you quit that showing off, you’re making Andy uncomfortable.” Mrs. Campbell apparently noticed that Alice was being a bit of a tease yet didn’t seem to mind, or at least she also found it to be innocent fun rather than inappropriate.

Mrs. Campbell stood up, and walked them both to the front door. Mr. Campbell reminded Alice that she was to be home by 10PM as tomorrow she had classes. Alice raised her eyebrows but knew that she was not to disobey.

By the time they got to the car, Andy noticed that Alice was wearing perfume. The girls at the college were not allowed to wear perfume, and it was evident that Alice did not consider the rules to apply away from campus. Andy opened the door for her.

“Well, thank you, Andrew, it’s so nice to see that you are indeed the gentleman.” Andy even used a hand to help her get into the passenger seat. She smiled at him as she was sitting down. Her dress rode up her legs. When Andy got to the driver’s seat, he noticed right away that she had not bothered to pull down her skirt, which was now well past her knees. Her legs looked very nice in her nylons. The girls at college were required to wear white socks and Mary Janes. Here was another rule being broken away from campus.

On the way to the restaurant Alice asked Andy how he felt about her parents. “I hope daddy was friendly.”

Andy did not find him to be the least bit friendly, but he didn’t want to get off on the wrong foot. “Yes, he Alanya Escort bayan was courteous.”

Alice giggled at the carefully worded response. “Courteous? Really? He didn’t frisk you or anything did he?”

Andy laughed at that. “No, no, but I wasn’t entirely sure that he wouldn’t.”

“He can be so dictatorial.”

“Well, you are his daughter and he is worried about you,” he responded diplomatically.

“Yes, I suppose that’s true. He makes me so angry at times, but I do love him. Hey, where are we going for dinner? You said that it would be a surprise.”

Andy had indeed said so, in part because he actually had no idea of where to take her when he first asked her out. He didn’t want to suggest a place that she wouldn’t like, particularly on their first date, but he had no idea of what places she did like. However, by now he had discovered that Alice did like ethnic restaurants, and he decided to take her to an upscale Thai restaurant. “I thought perhaps we could try the Bangkok Inn”

“Andy, that’s fantastic! I have wanted to go there. That’s so cool.”

Andy was happy that he had chosen correctly.

When they arrived, however, their booth wasn’t ready. This was surprising to Andy as he had made reservations. They were not in fact even appreciably late, as he had allowed for the possibility of being delayed at Alice’s house. The maitre de told them that they could have a table by the entrance or wait another half hour for a booth to open. Alice was clearly disappointed, and Andy could feel his heart beginning to pound. He did not want to appear so impotent on their first date. The maitre de directed them to the bar to wait, although neither was in fact old enough to drink. Andy told Alice to wait by the bar while he spoke to the maitre de. When she was gone, he indicated to the maitre de that, first, there was in fact an open booth in the far corner of the restaurant (a location that was in fact highly desirable), second, that he had indeed made a reservation for a booth, and third, he admitted, or more accurately pleaded, that this was his first date and the restaurant was making him look bad.

The maitre de studied Andy for a bit, and then smiled. “Not a problem, son, we will get you a booth right away.” He waived for a busboy to come over. “What’s your name son?”

Andy didn’t know why he needed to know his name, but he was relieved that they had gotten a booth. “Andy, Andy Storr.”

“Very good, Andy, I will take care of it.” He instructed the busboy to clear the table.

Andy wasn’t sure which of his arguments worked, but at this point that hardly mattered. Andy waved for Alice to come over. She was impressed that he had gotten a table, as was he with her breasts as she pranced across the restaurant to take his arm. It was now quite evident when she moved that she was not wearing a bra. The maitre de himself stopped to appreciate that fact.

“How did you do that?” Alice exclaimed when she reached Andy. “I am so impressed. Did you slip him some money?”

“No, not at all, I just explained to him that I had made the reservation and that I was not to be treated in this manner.”

Alice leaned into his shoulder, pressing her soft breast against his arm, and smiled. “My goodness, Andy, you really are quite the man.” Her remark reminded Andy of their private moments during class when she seemed to become increasingly excited as he became increasingly assertive. She had in fact used those same precise words, although at that time with a more sexual meaning.

As they pondered the menu, Alice asked for his advice. “Andrew, what do you think we should have?”

“Well, Alice, I don’t know, perhaps we could each select an entree, and then share, unless you don’t want to, or maybe you just want to have a couple of appetizers instead of an entree, I don’t mind.” He was trying to be accommodating and open to whatever she preferred.

“Oh, well, alright then, if you don’t know.”

He recognized that she was disappointed in his tentativeness. Andy corrected himself. “No, actually, I believe that it would best if we each select an entree, and then share. I would also like to order pork satay and geow grob as appetizers. Will that be to your liking?” He couldn’t go so far as to require that she eat something she didn’t like, but his decisive approach was more appealing to her.

“Yes, I like this very much. What should be the entrees?”

“I suggest moo dang and pad thai. Both are excellent here,” pretending to be a regular customer. “Mildly spicy.”

Alice smiled. She enjoyed his assertiveness. It was again apparent to Andy that she liked men to be in charge, to be commanding.

When the food arrived it was evident that the Pad Thai was not just mildly spicy. It was very spicy. Andy did not mind himself. He actually preferred it moderately to very spicy, as long as he had a lot of water to cool off, but he knew that Alice preferred it mild. Alice however did not register a complaint. She did not feel comfortable expressing her Escort alanya objection. It would be up to Andy.

“Alice, is the Pad Thai to your liking?” Andy asked.

“Yes, it’s, uh, fine,” she exclaimed in between gulps of water.

“No,” Andy replied, “they did not provide us with our order. I’m going to have them take this back.” Andy called the waiter over. “Sir, the Pad Thai is not how we ordered it. This is very spicy and we had said mildly spicy.”

The waiter, however, disagreed. “No, I have it right here. I wrote on your order very spicy, that is what you ordered.”

“Well, then,” Andy didn’t know what to say. He was pretty sure that he had said mildly spicy. Why would he have said very spicy? He liked it very spicy but he there was no way he would have ordered it very spicy when he knew that Alice wanted it mild.

The maitre de arrived. “What is the problem, sir?” he asked, speaking to Andrew. Andy was flattered that the maitre de was referring to him as ‘sir,’ as he was clearly barely out of high school whereas the maitre de was a grown man. Andy explained the situation to him.

“Our mistake, Mr. Storr, please let us provide you with another serving that is more to your liking.” Alice was quite impressed with that. The maitre de was referring to Andy as “Mr. Storr.”

“Billy,” the maitre de said, speaking to the waiter, “Bring Mr. Storr another serving, in fact an extra serving, and be sure that it is mildly spicy this time.” He turned to Andy, “I am most sorry, Mr. Storr, we have twice disappointed you. I personally guarantee that it will not happen again. If there is anything that you need or wish, please do not hesitate to inform me.” He made sure his back was toward Alice and winked at Andy. “I will come back later to check personally that we are serving you to your satisfaction.” He then departed.

Alice was beaming. “My goodness, my man is such a ‘take charge’ guy.” She smiled at him. She took a sip of her soda and said quietly, looking down at her plate, “Are you going to take charge with me?”

Andy blinked. The reference seemed clear enough but he wasn’t so sure that he was hearing it correctly. He didn’t respond.

The maitre de was true to his word. He returned later in the meal, when they were ordering deserts, asking Andy, or actually, “Mr. Storr,” whether everything was to his satisfaction. It was clear to Andy that he was doing his best to help him impress Alice, and it appeared to be effective.

Alice was enjoying her date immensely. She liked men to be strong in their behavior, to be masculine, assertive, aggressive. She wanted to feel that she would be taken care of, protected, and, to her, a man that took charge of situations, that commanded respect and submission from those around him, would protect her

As they were departing the restaurant, the maitre de met them at the door. Speaking to Andy, “I hope you enjoyed your meal, Mr. Storr, and I hope we can count on you to remain one of our most valued guests. If I can serve you again, please let me know.”

During their ride home Alice let Andy know how impressed she had been. “Well, Mr. Storr, is there any way I can serve you?”

The implication was again clear. Andy cleared his throat. He knew that if he was to win Alice’s heart he would have to be forceful and decisive. “Alice, don’t begin something you can’t finish.”

Alice turned toward Andy as he was driving the car. “What makes you think I can’t finish?” She smiled flirtatiously, although ineffectively, as his eyes were on the traffic. Andy pushed his luck. “I am not a man to be trifled with, Alice, ” speaking in his best authoritative voice.

“I don’t imagine you are, Mr. Storr.” Alice unbuckled her shoulder harness and seat belt, and slid over next to him. She placed her left hand on his thigh.

Andy jumped at the touch, causing him to accelerate the car a bit too close to the cab in front. “Alice, we are in a moving automobile, and it’s against the law for you not to be wearing your seat belt.” However, he admitted to himself that he enjoyed the closeness of her body, the scent of her perfume, as well as the touch of her fingers.

Alice giggled. “Are you sure you want me to move away?” She shifted her position so that she was facing toward him, and brought her right hand to the crotch of his pants. She lightly traced her fingers along the cloth, searching for a reaction. It didn’t take long. She could feel a bulge beginning to form.

Andy concentrated on his driving, but it wasn’t easy. Alice was leaning in to him, pressing her left breast into his shoulder. Even more enticing were her fingers, lightly tracking his slowly developing erection.

Alice leaned in closer. She brought her fingers to the zipper of his slacks, and pulled it down.

Andy looked through his rear view mirror, as well as quickly surveying the traffic in the left lane and in front. No signs of any police. He shifted his position to offer her more room.

Alice smiled, and blew softly into his neck. She reached inside his pants. Andy was wearing boxers, and it wasn’t difficult for her to handle his cock through the loose fabric of his shorts. She enjoyed the feel of his thickening rod. It was neat to realize that she was making him get bigger and bigger. She drew her fingers up and down his stiffness.

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It was still dark when I woke up from a very fragile and restless sleep. Mindy lay beside me, sleeping contentedly after another night of passion. We had made love several times before snuggling together in the big motel bed, not even bothering to put on either pajamas or underwear. It was Sunday, February 20, six days after Valentine’s Day, and our time together was ending.

Not that we had had a lot of time together to spend. Mindy was and still is a married woman, after all, and though she’d wanted me badly enough to invite me out west for a tryst, she had three young daughters to worry about. I’d marry her if she was ever to break away from her husband Richard, but unfortunately she doesn’t feel she can take that step now. And the only way she had arranged for us to meet was if I went to a certain city out in a certain Western state while she attended a convention of people in the flower business. On top of that, while she had been able to spend the first night of the three in the convention’s duration, she still had to stay over at a relative’s house the following night so Richard would not suspect she was meeting another man.

Our last night together began around 8 on Saturday the 19th. We had made love on Friday night until she had to head over to her in-laws’ house, so I had spent the day wandering around the nearby mall, doing some shopping and missing Mindy a great deal. I even went to my room, stripped, and stroked my cock while I thought about the previous two nights of lovemaking with Mindy. As I masturbated in the silence of a cold February afternoon, I could almost feel Mindy’s body under mine. In my memories, I could still taste her lips and mouth and smell her sweet girl-cum. Her moans of ecstasy and cries of lusty encouragement (“Oh, yes, baby, FUCK ME, honey!”) echoed in my mind. Faster and faster I pumped my fist on my manhood, all the while thinking about my lover’s warm pussy. When I came, I was shaking with the sheer explosiveness of the orgasm. For one brief instant I was almost sure she was there and that I had come inside her, but then I saw I was still alone, and I felt sad.

I then showered and got dressed. I looked at my watch: it was 6:00 PM and still she wasn’t there. I left my room, making sure I took the key-card with me. I walked to a Denny’s just across from the Motel 6 and ate dinner, hoping that Mindy would not be delayed by any of the convention’s activities. How I was able to eat and not rush through the meal I don’t know. By the time I had left my table (leaving a $10 tip) and paid for supper it was 7:30. I walked carefully across the street — it would have been stupid to rush across anyway — and went back to my room. I turned on the TV but didn’t watch it; I just wanted some noise to break up the silence. I stared mindlessly at the Simpsons while I sat on the edge of one of the two beds in the room.

Finally, at 8 PM I heard the clicking of the door lock, and in walked Mindy. She looked tired but eager to see me.

“Hi, honey,” she said. “I missed you all day.”

“I missed you, too,” I said.

Mindy Side escort smiled warmly as she placed her purse on the other bed, then she sat on the edge of my bed. She removed her glasses and leaned in for a deep kiss. I felt her lips parting to invite me to French-kiss her. This I did, gently probing her mouth with my tongue. As our tongues danced and parried, I stroked her long brown hair with one hand while I caressed her hand with the other.

“Mmmm,” she said as we came up for air. “I have never been kissed like this before.”

“Never?”

“Nope. All the men in my life have been sloppy kissers. But I love the way you kiss, babe.”

“Thanks,” I managed to whisper.

“You’re welcome, baby,” she cooed. Her hands caressed my sides and chest over my shirt, and I could tell she was getting intensely aroused. As she kissed me, her fingers deftly unbuttoned my flannel plaid shirt. She effortlessly slid the shirt off of me. With a lusty smile, she tossed it onto the other bed. “I want to see you, ALL of you.” I stood up and let her remove my pants and boxers. By now my cock stood hard and proud, throbbing under Mindy’s adoring gaze. Before I could step out of the tangle of trousers and underwear, she bent down a bit, took my dick in her soft hand and gave it a teasing lick. Her eyes locked on mine as I looked. I saw my cockhead being drawn into her warm wet mouth and felt her gentle sucks, licks and kisses. “Mmmm,” she said huskily, “I like sucking you, hon.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh, babe,” she said. “And I want you to cum in my mouth for me sometime. I have never sucked anyone off to orgasm….” Her voice trailed off, knowing fully well that my thoughts would turn to the realities of our lives.

She stopped playing with my hardness and slid her dress — a one piece outfit with flower prints all over — over her head. She smiled as I gazed at her, knowing that she was turning me on just by standing there in her sports bra and cotton panties. She winked playfully at me, reached in front of her and pulled off her bra. As I had on our first night together, I gasped at the sight of her tits. She laughed. “I assume the gasp is of delight and not of horror, then.”

I tugged her panties off and placed them on the floor next to my trousers and boxers. Already her scent was evident. Tentatively, I caressed her pussy lips. She moaned. Encouraged, I stuck my finger into her love tunnel and fucked her with quick, insistent strokes. “Mmmmm, baby!” she cried out. “Where did you learn that trick?”

“Six months of cybers with you, Mindy,” I said teasingly.

I kept on finger-fucking her till I felt her body tensing up. Then there was a gentle gush of her love juices on my fingers, a very loud and sustained moan, and a shudder that went from her toes to her head then back down again.

But Mindy wasn’t through yet. “Fuck me from the top, babe.”

I looked askance at her. I have cerebral palsy, and while it isn’t as bad as in some cases, it still affects my muscle control some. “You sure?”

“Yes, babe,” Mindy Side escort bayan said. “If you have too much trouble, we can just roll over and I can ride you.”

“Okay,” I said.

She lay on the bed and spread her legs so I could enter her. I mounted her gingerly; as I did she took my cock in her hand and guided me in her. Boy, did that feel good. Her pussy was wet and warm, and I slid easily back and forth…back and forth…back and forth. Her moans grew louder and sexier, and her legs wrapped themselves around my body, drawing me into her and keeping me from sliding out. Quicker and quicker my thrusts became. Hotter and hotter our passion flared. When the orgasm came, it hit us with the force of a nuclear blast.

That had been hours before, though. Now, the day of farewell had come. Neither of us had wanted it to, but time is relentless. And, as President Kennedy had once famously said to a group of Reservists, “Life isn’t fair.”

Mindy and I headed off to the shower after that white-hot session of lovemaking. She was supposed to head back to her in-laws’ that night, so even though she’d be back in the morning for me to drive me back to the airport, she didn’t know if we’d make love again before she dropped me off and started the three-hour drive back home. I tried not to dwell on it, but of course I did, and as we showered together I collapsed in her arms and cried inconsolably. I was so in love with her — not simply infatuated — and yet I knew I couldn’t be with her as long as she remained married. Maybe I wasn’t the epitome of masculinity at the time, but I felt that I was losing the woman I loved, perhaps forever.

We spent the next hour naked and locked in an embrace, waiting for 11 o’clock to arrive. Mindy would shift her gaze from me to her watch, then stare at the phone, as if she were weighing options from a menu. Finally, she picked up the phone and called her mother-in-law.

“Nana, Mindy. Listen, I have some stuff to discuss with a few people here yet and it will be a while. I don’t think I will make it there tonight. Okay?” She listened intently to the voice on the other end, then smiled at me.

“I will be okay here, Nana,” she said. “If Richard calls, tell him I will be home tomorrow evening. Good night.” She listened again, then hung up.

“Now, babe, I can stay with you,” she said.

We tried to sleep, but if we managed to get more than one hour’s worth it would be a stretch. I mostly lay on my side, gazing at her pale skin and the long wavy shadowy mantle of her hair. Light wafted in through the curtains, bathing her in a cool off-white faux moonlight. We didn’t talk much, but around 2 in the morning I got up and played a Boston Pops CD of music made famous by Glenn Miller in the 1930s and during the Second World War. My heart began to break as the gentle strains of “Moonlight Serenade” swirled in the semidarkness. I still managed to crawl back in bed next to Mindy, and although I knew she needed to rest for what still lay ahead, I reached out to touch her.

First the touches were fleeting, Escort side tentative, much as I had done with my expressions of affection online. As time went on and my desire grew, what began as gentle touches of fingertip along her sides or spine became bold caresses of buttocks and breasts. She stirred and moaned, and then we were kissing. Lips joined in passionate, loving, questing exchanges. My cock stirred back to life, helped along by Mindy’s own caresses.

Then, almost as if by magic, Mindy lay on her back, looking invitingly into my eyes. There was still one thing — erotically speaking — that she wanted, nay, needed. On impulse, I carefully straddled her chest, rubbing my hard cock between her breasts. On each upstroke, Mindy would lean forward and gently kiss my cock head, lingering just a fraction of a moment longer each time. Her lips and tongue, even her teeth, did their magic on me each time that I thrust between her lovely tits.

Finally, her need — her lust — became almost unbearable and she placed about a third of my dick in her mouth. She moved her head in little semicircles — first clockwise, then counterclockwise, all the time sucking harder and faster. She was careful not to bite down, but the friction of her tongue, lips and teeth on me were driving me to the brink of pleasure. Part of me worried about the inevitable orgasm; she had never allowed anyone — not even her husband — to cum in her mouth. She had tasted my cum on the second night of the tryst — we had masturbated next to each other and she licked the semen off my hands and cock. But she’d never felt the eruption of hot love juices in its full force before. Would she like it? Would she gag on it?

As I felt the orgasm building up in me, I nearly pulled out, but Mindy kept sucking away. Sure enough, a microsecond after the thought “pull out!” crossed my mind, I felt myself shooting off inside my lover’s hot, wet mouth. I looked down at Mindy’s face with an apologetic look, but she was happily swallowing my love juices. Her eyes were wide in both surprise and joy.

I carefully made my way off her chest. “Was I too heavy, baby?”

“No, hon,” she said reassuringly. “That was great.”

I kissed her gently on the lips. There was a trace of my taste there, but I didn’t mind it. “I love you, honey,” I said for what seemed to be the millionth time since she had picked me up at the airport.

Her brown eyes, soft and friendly, shimmered with unshed tears. “I know,” she said. “I wish I could love you the way you deserve.”

“I know.”

“I am glad I got to taste all of you, though.” Mindy smiled saucily, then added, “I am glad I saved the best for last, too.”

We had no more time to make love that morning, for we had to pack our bags, check out before noon, grab a bite to eat, then make that last run to the airport. We spent most of that time together quietly, speaking in hushed tones, just wanting to cherish the moment. We wanted it to last forever, of course, but time marched on relentlessly, and then it was time for me to go. I was brave – I didn’t cry when I went to board my plane and I didn’t look back.

It has been a while since my tryst with Mindy, and I realize that I may never see her again. But at least I got to be with the woman I love, even if it was for one brief moment in time.

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This series of stories is a mixture of fact and fiction. The factual parts are pretty hot and could stand alone as great sexual adventures. The fictional parts are situations that for one reason or another never quite materialized (except in my mind, and hopefully in the minds of the other people who missed out.) The names have been changed or rearranged to protect the HORNY!

I had been a late bloomer sexually. I was outgoing and funny but also very shy around girls when it came to one-on-one interaction on a more personal level. Many of my friends had been getting lucky since Jr. High, but for some reason all the girls, while liking me and enjoying my company, seemed to always think of me as a “friend”. Let me tell you, there’s nothing more frustrating to a horny, testosterone filled young man than to hear from a hot young lady, “I like you a lot but more as a friend…” or “I’ve always thought of you as a brother…” If I heard that one more time I was going to kill myself. (If nothing else it would be an accidental death from yanking my cock completely off my body some night!)

The one real girlfriend I’d had in High school apparently was game but I was so hung up on her that didn’t realize it and I was afraid to take it beyond the heavy petting stage. Partly because, being a virgin I couldn’t see the signs and was afraid of rejection. Plus I wasn’t sure what to do to take it further. And I was so in love with her I didn’t want to disappoint her or otherwise mess up what we had in some way. I still regret that.

Anyway, I had known Missy from Jr. High. We both had our birthdays in February and as it was late in our senior year we were both 18, but sexually we were years apart. She was a good friend as we were both part of the “party crowd”. She was one of those girls who started experimenting with sex at a very early age and by the time we were seniors she had a reputation as being easy. The guys thought she was “fun”! Of course the “good girls” had other names for it.

Missy didn’t care. She was living her life on her own terms and other people could say or think what they wanted. I always respected her for that but knew she was way out of my league. So even though I knew she was always game I never tried hooking up with her as I was too intimidated by her obvious sexual prowess

Missy had witnessed my affair with my girlfriend in our Jr. year, and I’m sure she knew why we broke up probably before I did. It turned out that my girlfriend cared for me deeply but needed more. She eventually dumped me for an older guy who wasn’t afraid of getting laid. I, of course was crushed. But with the help of my friends and all the partying we were doing I managed to get through it.

Somewhere along the way Missy must have decided I just needed a little push into the world of sexual freedom. Either that or she decided she wanted me to be another notch in her bedpost. Whatever the case, one day toward the end of our Sr. Year we were all working diligently on emptying yet another keg of Bud, instead of sitting in class trying to make the most of our chance at an education.

We were at somebody’s house about a mile from the high school. Apparently they’re mom was at work and dad was not in the picture. I could never figure out how anyone got away with that. How did they get the house cleaned up before they’re parents got home? I mean, some of us were over 18 and had been drinking for years, but there were always some younger or less experienced kids who raised the risk of something getting broken or somebody puking on the furniture or carpet. Not to mention the spilled beer. What if the neighbors said something? I don’t know, all I knew was it was raining that morning and we couldn’t go up the mountain like we usually did and somebody volunteered they’re house.

So by 11:00 that morning the party was in full swing. There was a quarter’s game going in the kitchen with a lot of other kids standing around watching and cheering them on. A few of us were going through the album collection and playing D.J. Still others were huddled around the coffee table rolling joints to sell, most of which got smoked on the spot. Overall it was a typical party for us. We would drink the first ½ keg and see how many people were left, what time it was and how much money we could come up with and decide from there whether or not to get another, or maybe just a ¼ keg so everybody could get back to school and sneak onto their busses to go home like nothing ever happened.

We had this down to a science; we knew which girls could forge which parents signatures on the excuse forms. We knew which beer distributers we could get served at. We even knew where the bus drivers parked while waiting for the designated time to go pull up at our school and which ones were cool enough to let kids on early so they just had to stay out of site at the school while the other kids boarded.

Yep, we had this down to a science and today was turning out to be just Side escort another good party day. My friends and I had picked out enough good tunes to last us all day and I decided I needed another beer. As I made my way to the keg I found a couple guys standing around it and realized Missy was in the center of the crowd. I nudged my way into the circle and asked”What are yunz up to? It better be good if you’re blocking my access to the beer!”

My buddy Kevin replied with a big smile “Hell yeah it’s good! Missy got new underwear!”

I looked over at Missy and she had her trademark naughty grin as she stated proudly, “UNDEROOS!” while holding her unzipped pants as far open as possible.

“Cool!” I told her. “But don’t girls usually wear them when they’re 8, not 18?” While checking out the slight bulge made by her trimmed bush.

“Yeah, but you know me. I’m young at heart!”

“Well those cartoon characters sure look happy.” I told her smiling and making eye contact.

She maintained the eye contact as Robbie chimed in “You’d be happy too if you spent your day where they are! Hell Miss, let me take their place awhile and we can make each other happy!

“No Robbie, you’ve already been happy there. I think it’s time somebody else got a turn.” Missy said happily, all the while maintaining our eye contact. Now, my heart rate had increased when I saw Missy showing off her panties and raised a little more when I realized I was seeing her small bush of pubic hair under them. But it really jumped when I came to the realization that it was going to be my turn inside those cute little underoo’s.

I could feel myself blushing as my mind fought for something to say. Finally I remarked “It wouldn’t be fair if everybody didn’t get a turn I guess.” I was trying to sound as casual as possible while considering all the implications. Was I really about to finally get laid?! Could I even begin to satisfy this experienced sexual creature? I mean Missy was never the hottest or most beautiful girl in school. She was a little on the skinny side and while pretty, she didn’t automatically turn heads like some chicks do. But she had something else. She had this air of sexuality, of confidence that seemed to say “I’m a great fuck!” Now don’t get me wrong, she never dressed slutty or anything. She wore jeans and tee shirts like everybody else. And she didn’t wear them too tight, which tended to give you the impression that she was skinny. But up close she just had this sexual aura. She just oozed sensuality.

And now she was going to unleash all that on me? Frankly I was more than a little scared. I was terrified! I knew I didn’t know much about sex besides what I’d seen in magazines and heard from my buddies and this girl knew it all! I mean I knew theoretically what to do and what went where and all that, but this chick had had boyfriends ten years older than us and had supposedly done threesomes and maybe more! How could I even begin to keep up with her?

I did however have one thing on my side. I knew how to carry myself when scared. Having grown up running the streets in one of the rougher neighborhoods in town I knew you never let anybody know when you’re scared. For one thing your friends will never let you live it down. For another, everyone loses respect for you.

So when Missy wiggled her hips while still holding her pants open and asked sweetly “So what do ya say? Want your turn” I did what instinct dictated. I squared my shoulders and smiled. “Sure, let’s go.”

She just smiled and hooked the top button on her pants so she could walk without losing them, and repeated my “Let’s go!” We both filled our beers and started for the stairs amid the excited clamor of my friends. The cheering started with the guys that were in on the conversation. By the time we were on the open staircase, everyone in the room was aware of what was going on and the catcalls and lewd remarks had my flushed face a deep crimson. By the time we got upstairs I could hardly hear them over the sound of the blood rushing through my brain. As we found an empty bedroom Missy looked at me closely and asked, “You o.k.?”

Trying to sound confident I told her “Yeah, I’m fine. And I’m about to be a whole lot better.” I was a little concerned about my blood pressure though. As we closed the door behind us we embraced. My worries that all the blood in my body was pulsing through my brain were eased when Missy pushed her body against my cock. I was harder than I ever remember being! We began kissing fiercely and pulling each other’s clothes off. When we were both naked except for our pants tangled at our ankles and our socks we simply flopped over on the bed and used our feet to finish the job. Our hands were too busy groping and pulling. I had one arm under her and reaching down to grab her ass while my other hand stroked her hot pussy. She was already wet and my fingers glided easily between her lips. I had heard that you had to be gentle at Side escort bayan first and I was trying to go slow but the way she wrapped her leg around me and began humping against my hand I knew it was time to stick a finger in. She gasped into my mouth and pushed herself harder onto my finger.

Now while technically still a virgin I had been this far before with a couple girls and I had heard rumors of that mysterious spot inside that will make a chick come so I tried to find it. I reached in with one finger as far as I could and started to feel around in there. While we were still kissing and lying on our sides with her stroking me with one hand and grabbing my ass with the other I soon realized I wasn’t going to find it today, at least not in this position. So I moved on to what I did know I could find. Her clitoris! When I withdrew my finger from her now drenched and grasping hole I drew it up through her lips and across her swollen nub. She shuddered with pleasure and I knew I was onto something. I kept rubbing her there, trying not to rub too hard but the way she pushed back and squeezed my cock harder I figured I was doing it right. By now we were both gasping and moaning happily.

She rolled over on her back, trying to pull me with her by my ass. I stayed beside her on my side and started to kiss her neck while still working her sensitive clit. She finally let go of my ass to lay flat on her back and spread her legs wide for me. Something in my brain clicked and I remembered I didn’t have any condoms. Maybe I did learn something in that health class. When I mentioned it she told me she was on the pill and not to worry about it. AIDS was not a part of our vocabulary yet.

It was then that I heard the first voices on the stairs. I knew right away from the tone of those voices that it was trouble. Some of the black kids from school had come to the party this time and it was their voices, mixed in with some of my buddy’s that I was hearing. The street kid in me instinctively wanted to go see what was going on, to see if I could help. The horny male in me dictated that I stay right where I was and keep doing what I was doing. The horny male won out and I told myself my friends could handle whatever was going on without me.

I rolled over and got on my knees between Missy’s spread legs while still rubbing her flexing snatch. She tried to guide my cock into her but I held back. I had heard so many good things about eating pussy that I knew I had to try that first. I wanted to taste her before I put my cock in because I knew I might not last long and I wouldn’t want to taste it once I came in her.

The angry voices in the hall got closer and I recognized one of the brothers sounding like he was trying to be the voice of reason, “We aint gonna interrupt, we’ll wait till he’s done.”

Just then I heard the sounds of a scuffle and looked up at the door just as it opened. A big black guy walked in and over his shoulder I could see my buddy Koenig pushing another brother out of the way, trying to get at the one who entered our room. I jumped up off the bed yelling “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE? GET THE FUCK OUT!”

I realized that besides Koenig there were two more of my friends in the hall and at least three more of the black kids. I was scrambling to get back into my pants because it looked like there was going to be a fight. Missy had pulled up the blankets over herself and was screaming at everyone to get the fuck out and leave us alone.

Now I had grown up with a lot of black kids and counted many of them as friends, but these guys were from a different part of town and I didn’t really know them at all. Not only that, but the ones I did know weren’t at this party so I couldn’t get any help on that front.

As I was pulling my pants up the big guy that had walked into the room said to me “It’s cool, man. Just go on with what you were doing. We just want to go next.”

As he said this he calmly sat down on a chair in the corner like he was taking a seat in a theatre. I was pulling my zipper up by then and said “She doesn’t want to pull a train with you guys!” Koenig and Robbie walked into the room after having pushed the other intruders back. “Sorry man, they were all starting up the steps before we realized what they were up to.” Robbie told me.

“Not your fault man.” I said. Then I looked at the guy in the chair and said “Look at her man, does she look like she wants to pull a train with you?” To prove my point Missy cut loose with a series of racial epithets that would make a klansman proud. “See?” I asked him.

He leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms saying “Man once you get done and she ain’t satisfied, and I pull out my slab of beef, she’ll change her mind!”

At that point Koenig and Robbie stepped to either side of him saying “C’mon man. You gotta go!” and tried to take his arms and pull him out of the chair. “Let’s go!” He locked his arms together and Escort side leaning back to let them try to lift his dead weight from the chair but he was too heavy to lift at that angle

That left Kevin barring the door and he was not going to be able to keep the other brother’s out for long. I was expecting all hell to break out at any second when I heard Missy behind me saying “Fuck this! Let him sit there guys I’m leaving! He can sit there and jack-off for all I care!” I looked back at her and she already had her pants on and was stuffing her panties and socks in her pocket. As she picked up her tee shirt she said to me “If you guys fight here Debbie’s house is gonna get trashed. Do you wanna finish this later?”

“I want to finish this now but your right about Deb’s house.” All other activity stopped when everyone realized Missy was getting dressed. Everybody watched her pull her tee shirt on covering up those titties that were a lot nicer than I had realized before today. We were all disappointed, but for different reasons.

Once her shirt was on she stepped up to me and said “Pick me up in that church parking lot by my house at 6:00.”

“You got it” I told her as she walked to the door. Everybody stepped aside to let her go. My buddies apologized and the brothers told her she was missing out. One of them tried to cop a feel and she slapped him hard. Everyone whooped and hollered at that except the guy who got slapped. He called her a bitch and she told him to fuck off.

She accepted the apologies and told the rest to fuck off too. She didn’t stick around the party long after that and the rest of us spent the rest of the party arguing with the black kids. We never did fight but it came close a few times until one of the white girls who had dated one of the brothers talked them into leaving as well.

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6:00 couldn’t roll around fast enough and I found myself wheeling into the church parking lot at quarter till. There was no sign of Missy yet, just some kids sitting on a wall hanging out. I had a Rolling Stones 8-track in and sat listening to that, trying to calm my nerves. Was it really going to happen this time? Was I really going to get laid? Of course it was. I wasn’t picking up just any girl for an average date where you hope you might get some. This was Missy I was waiting for! And the sole purpose of this date was to finish what we had started this morning!

When this all got going this morning I was nervous. No I was scared, but I hadn’t had time to think much about it. She had offered and I’d accepted. We were heading to that bedroom before I knew it. But this was different. By now I had a little over six hours to think about it. I thought about it now. Worrying about whether or not I could keep up, whether I could satisfy this girl. Missy was the most sexually experienced girl I knew and the only experience I had before today was necking and heavy petting with my old girlfriend and one other time I had made out with another chick at a party and we had gotten to the point off masturbating each other. That had come to a quick end when someone saw the cops coming and we had all ran away. Luckily we were already in the bushes away from the main party and had a head start, because it’s not easy running through underbrush under normal circumstances. When you have a raging hard-on only partly tucked away it’s downright difficult.

My head was full of possible scenarios of how this might go. Some of the possibilities were downright terrifying. What if I came too fast? If it went badly would everyone in school find out? No, I decided, Missy was discreet. She had to be. Everything we knew about her sex life had gotten out from guys bragging or from people seeing her with this dude or that one. I realized I’d never once heard her say anything about her past adventures. But still, what would she think of me? If this went well I might get to do it again with her. If I disappointed her I might not get another chance. And while I had never heard her talk about her sexual adventures that didn’t mean she didn’t talk about them with her friends. What if I was a lousy lay and all the other girls in school found out? I knew girls talked to each other about sex as much as we did. This could potentially fuck up any chance I might have with any other chicks at school. What if something came up and she couldn’t make it? What if after seeing my cock this morning she decided I wasn’t enough for her and she was going to stand me up? How long would I sit here and wait?

Time seemed to drag by and I was getting really antsy. I was considering lighting up a joint to calm my nerves when she came around the corner. Her face broke into a smile when she saw me sitting there and at least some of my anxiety was erased. I looked at the little clock I had glued to my dash and it read 5:58. I thought about how it felt a lot longer than thirteen minutes since I’d pulled into this parking lot. That didn’t matter now. All that mattered was that Missy was walking towards my car. She was obviously happy to see me because she was smiling ear to ear and she was planning to fuck me!

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The young woman looked at King Solomon in his palace. “Kiss me a hundred times, for your love is sweeter than honey. Your cologne smells of wonder, and your name is great. I know why all women love you! Let me go with you! Let’s go!

“You’ve brought me into your palace and I’m happy! I’m black but beautiful, more black than the dark clouds in the sky.”

“You’re more beautiful than the silk robe you’re wearing,” Solomon said.

“Don’t look down on me, just because I’m black,” she said. “I pick grapes in the vineyard in the sun, which makes me even darker.

“Tell me where you’ll be today, so I can join you.”

“Follow the trail of my heard, most beautiful woman in the world. What a lovely young woman you are. How lovely your cheeks are, with your hair falling over them. How majestic your neck is with those string of jewels around them. The golden earrings and silver beads.”

Later on, King Solomon lies on his bed, smelling her perfume.

“You’re like Myrrh, lying between my breasts,” she said.

“You’re more beautiful than the flowers in the Garden of Eden. How beautiful you are, my love. How beautiful. Your eyes are like doves. What a lovely thing you are, lying here beside me. You’re like the best rose, the lilly of the valley. No other woman compares to you.”

“You’re like İstanbul Escort the best apple tree in the orchard, she said. “You brought me to your banquet, showing everyone how much you love me. Feed me your love, I’m lovesick.”

“He placed his hand under her head, embracing her with the other.

That night, she woke up and Solomon wasn’t there. She looked all over for him.

The next day, they were married. That night, Solomon said to her, “Your lips are made of honey and cream is under your tongue. Your like a private garden, a spring that no one else can have, a fountain of my own.”

“The other night, I dreamed you were at the door. I woke, my hand between my legs, yearning for you. You’re so tanned and handsome, better than millions of others. Your head is like gold. Your body is like beautiful jewels. Your legs are like marbles set in gold.”

“Your teeth are so white,” Solomon said. “I have sixty other wives, eighty concubines and hundreds of virgins to choose from, but you’re the chosen one. They all praise you. Your thighs are like jewels. Your navel is like a glass of wine. Your waist is like a heap of wheat. Your breasts are as big as two clusters of grapes..”

She got up seductively, removing her robe. She was nude except for two clusters of grapes against İstanbul Escort bayan her breasts. When she laid back down, they took turns eating the grapes, until they were gone. Solomon stared at her huge breasts, then sucked her three inch nipples. She closed her eyes and moaned. They kissed. Their tongues connecting, bringing a sensation to their stomachs, as he stroked her smooth, dark thighs.

“I don’t want to get pregnant yet. Is this OK?”

Solomon removed his robe, his hard manhood rubbed against her right thigh. She thought the answer was no, so she spread her legs, waiting for him to enter her. Solomon began kissing her breasts, stomach, sticking his tongue in her naval. He moved down and kissed her vagina. She moaned louder as his breath landed there. Solomon laid on his back, showing her what he wanted. At first, she thought he wanted her on top, but she knew better. She spread her legs over his face and ever so slightly placed her vagina against his mouth. She sat there, moving back and forth on his face as he sucked and jammed his tongue in her vagina. She tilted her head back, moaning louder as he grabbed her butt and pressed her farther inside her mouth. She’d never experienced anything like this as multiple orgasms came. She came inside his mouth as she shuddered violently, Escort İstanbul but he didn’t care. Pleasing his lover was more important.

As they laid there, stroking each others bodies, she said, “My sister is eighteen, and has very small breasts. Who will marry her?”

“I will, and I’ll take good care of her.”

After Solomon married the sister, she looked at Solomon nervously, shaking all over. Make love to the King! She removed her robe, showing off her nude eighteen year old body. She was afraid he would reject her, and she’d stay a virgin for eternity. He stared at her small breasts and one inch nipples, sticking out and bumpy, waiting to be sucked.

As her heart beat faster, she laid on the bed and spread her legs. Solomon removed his robe. She stared at his hard manhood, pleased she was turning him on. He got on top of her, skin against skin. His large body engulfing hers. Solomon’s muscular, hairy chest rubbed against her small breasts and nipples. Their lips connected as he entered her. She grimaced in pain and moaned at the same time, then awesome pleasure when she grew wetter. He wrapped her legs around him, rubbing the back of her thighs. When he was all the way in her, he asked her if she was OK. She nodded, moaning and grimacing. He cares about my well-being? She thought. He started moving faster and faster inside her. When they came, he moaned as the orgasm grew. She grimaced in pleasure.

After it was over, he again asked her if she was OK. She was flattered. He could have treated her like trash.

“The next time will be a lot better, Solomon whispered.

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I finished work, and drove home, as usual. I stopped at the Mall to pick up a birthday present for my mom. I gave a lot of thought about what to get her. She was forty-five and had just about everything she needed and most of what she wanted. But since dad died in a car wreck two years before, mom just kind of faded, and I wanted to cheer her up. I found a nice robe that I thought she would like; the robe she wore around the house was, to use mom’s word, “ratty.”

Dad had enough life insurance that money was never going to be a worry. Mom used some of that insurance money and bought me a pickup truck when I finished High School. I wanted to see what it was like to have a regular job before starting college. The truck got me to and from work and it was handy for running errands. .

I didn’t have any luck with girls; I guess I am kind of shy around girls. People told me what a good-looking “boy” I was. I thought I was ordinary looking. I was tall and gangly, a pretty good basketball player, and that, was about it.

Once I did manage to get a date with a pretty girl. We parked someplace dark and she let me feel her breasts. That made me cum in my pants and the girl laughed and laughed. I have a few guy friends, but the ones who didn’t go off to college, were busy with jobs and their girlfriends.

I used to wonder about mom. She and dad had a very active sex life. I could often hear them “doing it” through the wall between their bedroom and mine. I got to recognize the difference between the sounds they made when they came. And I made my own stifled grunts and moans when I ejaculated while listening to my parents having sex.

Now, though not as often as before, I could hear the characteristic sounds mom made when she was cumming; a series of long grunts finished by an “AAhh.” I wondered what she masturbated to.

For as long as I could remember, mom had been the woman of my jack-off fantasies. One time mom walked into my room just when my sperm was arcing high in the air and splatting on my chest. She had a look of horror and quickly left my room. Later, she apologized for barging in on me. And the next day she gave me a little sign that hooked over a doorknob and read “Do Not Disturb”

“Now Steve, you won’t have any embarrassing interruptions by little old ladies like me.”

I blurted, “You’re a beautiful woman, Mom. I was thinking of doing it with you when you caught me.” And as my face turned red and purple and I wanted just die, Mom touched my cheek very tenderly and kissed me softly on the lips.

“Steve, there’s just the two of us her, so we can talk plainly. I’ve wanted take you to bed, even before your father died.” She held my eyes to hers and said, “But we both know that ain’t gonna happen. Don’t we?”

I had to agree that of all the wrong things I could do, fucking my mom would be the wrongest.

But I was a nineteen-year-old virgin boy with boiling hormones. I was too shy to pursue girls. Besides, they didn’t seem as sexy as the older women, women my mom’s age. Maybe next year, in college, things would change.

Mom got all dressed up one day to go to one of the political meetings she was busy with. It was a woman’s political club and I had seen some of her fellow club members. They were in their forties and fifties and in my virgin mind, a few were extremely fuckable. God! I would have drank their bath water. That’s how bad I had it.

All alone in the house, I got on the internet and clicked on a link that said, “Find cougars here.”

I had heard the term “cougar” but wasn’t quite sure what it meant. It was a dating site that specialized in bringing “older women” together with young studs. As I navigated around the site, I was thrilled that women, attractive women, of my mother’s age, were advertising for young guys like me. I got out my credit card and signed up.

I used the search function on the site and found quite a few good-looking older babes looking for a good time with a young stud.

I hung my Do Not Disturb sign on my doorknob and settled down with a hand towel and read through the profiles of the women. Most had posted their pictures and they were good-looking for their age. They were not a bit bashful about what they wanted from a young guy like me. I couldn’t believe this was real. Reading their profiles made me so hot that I shot two loads into the towel.

With some of the pressure relieved from my balls, I was able to navigate through the site with a clearer head. I filled out my profile, giving honest answers to the questions, typing “virgin” into the experience box; and I uploaded a week-old photo of myself. It was a good shot of my face and bare torso. Mom had snapped it after I finished shooting baskets one afternoon. My hair was tousled, I had a crooked smile; rivulets of sweat glistened on my thin chest.

I wondered how many–if any–responses I would get. My imagination and sex glands took over and I shot two more loads into the hand towel.

All the İstanbul Escort next day at work I had visions of my inbox filled with emails from “cougars” who couldn’t wait to get me in bed. Finally, I got back home, wolfed down supper and went to my room. I made sure that the “do not disturb” sign was on my doorknob.

There was only one email in my inbox. The message read, “Wanna chat? Say about 7 tonight?”

I looked up the profile of the woman. She had posted two pics of herself. The first was a head and shoulders shot showing a brunette with short cut hair. She had a plain oval shaped face with a pert nose and a generous slash of lips. Her facial expression looked stern. There were crows feet wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and lips. Some of the cords of her neck were visible. Overall, she was very pretty for her age, which she claimed was forty-five. The same age as mom.

The second picture gave a different impression. She was exiting a car, smiling at the camera, holding a martini glass. Her skirt was hiked up, showing a lot of shapely, nylon clad thigh, the straps of her garter belt stretched tight. Wow! And she wanted to chat with me. My heart was beating hard even as my cock grew to its full length. I replied to her email, saying I’d be online at seven. It was almost seven already.

The cougar website had a chatroom function for cam chat with audio.

I got set up in the general room and looked for her screen name among the more than hundred on the list. A message box appeared. “Go to private room, ‘nylons.’ “

I’m not much of a chatroom fan, so it took me a while to figure out how to do that.

When I entered the room, I saw her screen name and mine beneath it, saying I just entered the room.

With a lump in my throat I typed “Hi!”

“Do you have a cam?” she typed back.

“Yeah.”

In a few moments and after a couple of false starts, we could see each other and talk.

“You are really a cute ki…guy.” she said.

She didn’t look as rigid as the face picture in her profile. Now she seemed softer, sensuous–eager, even. She was wearing a dark robe, closed to the neck. I told her she was beautiful and I meant it.

“Are you really a virgin,” she asked. That’s hard to believe for a guy as good looking as you.”

“Well, I am. I don’t know how to prove it.”

“Why do you want to have sex with an older woman?”

“I don’t really know…I’m just attracted to older women. Why do you like young guys”

“Because they can fuck all night instead of taking all night to fuck,” she said matter-of-factly with a smile. Then she stood and let her robe slip from her shoulders.

My cock was already hard as I stared at her image on my screen. I was speechless. Her breasts were not overly large and they sagged a little. Still her nipples pointed up. Lower down her waist looked thick, but not overly so. A garter belt held up her nylon stockings. She had great legs and my mouth watered at the sight of the dark hair between her legs.

“Now let me see yours,” she said with a chuckle.

I stood up, undid my jeans, and lowered them with my boxers to my ankles. My cock pointed straight up.

Nice cock,” she said. Can you make it cum for me?” I love to see a cock cum.”

“Yeah,” I croaked.

“Do it, then.”

I sat in my chair and adjusted the cam until she was satisfied with the view. She did the same and immediately began fingering her pussy.

I began stroking my cock for her while staring at the image of her fingering her pussy. In less than a minute a torrent of semen exploded onto my chest and belly. After I caught my breath, I wiped up my cum with my jackoff towel.

“That was very hot, honey,” she said. Just what I was looking for. Can you do that again? I mean tonight?”

“I can do it at least six times a night.”

“Can you get away tonight? I mean did you have a date or anything?”

“No, I was gonna stay at home.”

“Do you want to be with me tonight?”

“Hell yes!”

She gave me a name of a motel and the room number. I knew where it was; i passed it every day going to work. It was about ten stories, advertised free continental breakfast and had a dimly lit lounge. I had a beer there once, just to see if they would serve me without looking at ID. They did.

“I’ll be there at eight o’clock,” she said. Her screen went dark.

I was trembling when I rapped on her door. I realized we didn’t even know each others name. The door cracked open, she looked me over, opened the door wide, and pulled me inside.

There was a king-size bed facing a television and a low chest of drawers. In back was the bathroom. Just inside the door was a table with two upholstered chairs. On the table was a small leather purse, a bottle of whiskey, a couple bottles of club soda and a plastic container of ice cubes.

She was wearing a white blouse and a grey skirt. Her grey jacket was draped over one of the chairs.

She was short with a perky look. She looked up İstanbul Escort bayan into my eyes and said, “God! You’re so young.”

“i’ll be nineteen next month,” I said. She looked doubtful, so I showed her my drivers license.

She took it and studied it, handed it back. “You’re exactly a year younger than my son,” she said quietly, with downcast eyes. “And I’m nervous as hell, Are you nervous, too?”

I held out my hand, fingers spread. The tremor was very noticeable.

“Let’s have a drink and calm down,” she said.

With the drinks poured, we sat at the table and introduced ourselves. We both took deep swallows.

“Things never moved this fast when I was your age, Steve.”

“What do you mean, uh, Joann?”

“Call me Jo, Steve. Well, when I was your age, a million years ago, I had to pretend I didn’t want to fuck until my wedding night. That was expected of a girl then.”

It shocked me to hear a woman my mother’s age talk like that, but I acted cool. “So you waited until you were married?”

“I waited as long as I could. I found out it was a lot easier to get a boy to stop pawing you if you gave him a quick blowjob. I sucked quite a few dicks before I finally let someone–my late husband–get in my pants. Actually, I got to be quite fond of sucking cock. And got very good at it, too,” she said with evident pride.

My cock was uncomfortably stiff in its denim confines.

She tossed off the rest of her drink and I followed her example. She refilled the glasses. I was beginning to feel relaxed and I saw that the tension had left her face. We both sipped from the fresh drinks.

She wanted to know about my sex life; she couldn’t believe that a “good looking boy” like me didn’t have all the girls he wanted.

“All the girls I want are right in this room,” I said, feeling bold.

The remark sort of startled her and she smiled widely, and maybe was just a little embarrassed. “Aren’t you the smooth one,” she said, placing her hand on my bare arm.

I shrugged, confused.

Then a peculiar look came on her face. “Steve, this old lady wants to re-live a little of her girlhood.”

I met her eyes over the rim of my glass and nodded.

Jo set her drink down and dropped to her knees. She tugged at my legs until I got the message and bumped my chair over to get my legs completely out from under the table. She pulled my knees apart and placed her face close to my crotch.

Her fingers traced the outline of my cock under my jeans. Oh God! It’s really going to happen, I realized. She put her lips on my bulge and blew. Her breath through the denim was incredibly hot. She smiled up at me and asked, “Like that?”

“Yeah,” I croaked.

She tugged open my zipper, a few strands of my pubic hair sprang out. She pressed her nose into my open fly and held still for a few moments. I could hear her inhaling deeply. “Mmm,” she purred softly.

As I looked down at the back of her head, I noticed for the first time a few grey strands in her brown hair. Her head moved up and she fished my dick out of my jeans. When she had it in the open, she sat back on her haunches and stared at it. That was all I could take.

My cock started spurting a geyser of semen. Jo’s eyes grew wide and a smile of delight appeared on her glossy red lips. After the third squirt she put her mouth over my virgin cock. My first blowjob. I never could have imagined how good it could feel. My orgasm became almost unbearably intense and I cried out loudly and shuddered from head to toe.

Even after I stopped ejaculating, Jo continued to suck and make small sounds of pleasure.

Suddenly she stood up and said, hoarsely, “Let’s get naked and get in bed.”

I was out of my clothes and in bed in a jiffy; so was Jo, though she left her nylons and heels on. She wrapped herself around me and pressed her lips to mine. She slipped her tongue into my mouth and I felt a thrill in my cock and balls.

The two of us were writhing in pleasure and excitement. Her hands were all over me and i thrilled when my finger entered her cunt. My cock was still hard and ready, even after just cumming in her mouth. Gradually, we wormed ourselves into a position where Jo was flat on her back and I was on top of her. My cock rubbed against her coarse pubic hair. Jo reached between us and guided my virgin penis into her experienced cunt.

If the term delicious could be applied to the sense of feel, it certainly applied here, my first piece of ass. With my cock deep in Joann’s cunt, I seemed to have entered another dimension, where the only thing that existed was delicious pleasure.

Images without form raced through my mind. I was aware that my cock was slamming in and out of Jo’s well lubricated cunt at a steady rate. And I was aware of Jo’s nylon clad legs wrapped around my waist. There was only unbelievable pleasure and something else. I had the realization that Joann and I were ONE. The carnal pleasure in which I was immersed, became enhanced by this Escort İstanbul new…spiritual? dimension. I understood then, that I was in love with the older woman under me. My orgasm swept over me and everything went black.

When I came to my senses, I was on my back; a pillow under my head. Jo was lying beside me, stroking my hair; she was wearing a maternal smile.

“I love you,” I blurted.

“I know, dear, I know,” she said softly.

We lay in each others arms for a long while. Afterglow, I thought. Pure contentment.

Jo wiggled away from me, saying she had to “tinkle”. When she returned from the bathroom, she went to the table and began fixing drinks. I was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Jo turned around and handed me my drink. Her crotch was at the level of my eyes, and I stared. Jo cocked one leg up on the bed to give me a good look. I looked up and met her eyes.

“It’s all yours, honey. You can do what you want. That’s why we’re here, right?”

I touched it, gingerly. It had a puffy, swollen look. The hair at the entrance was damp. I could smell her and it was an animal smell, an intoxicating scent. My deflated cock grew rigid again.

Then she urged me back into the bed and had me lie in the center. She pulled my legs apart and knelt between them. She licked my shaft, then moved lower and licked my balls. I raised my behind to make it easier for her. She sucked one of my balls into her mouth and moaned. I moaned, too.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. Two hours ago I was a virgin; a woman of my mother’s age had sucked me and fucked me and she was now sucking my balls. I was now in an adult’s world now; I felt that in my bones.

Joann pulled my knees up until I held them high in the air. I felt her tongue moving around behind my balls. I inhaled sharply and moaned when her tongue licked my asshole. I had seen this done in porn videos, but never thought it would be done to me by a sexy older woman.

She alternated licking my asshole and sucking my balls for a long while. From time to time I heard her murmuring little sounds of pleasure.

In my position with my legs held high, my hard young cock was pointing at my face. A thin strand of clear fluid extended from the slit in my cock to my pubic bush. The action of Joann’s lips and tongue on my balls and asshole had me hovering in a zone of pleasure I never knew existed. I could have spent the rest of my life having my balls and asshole sucked and licked.

But Joann was going according to her own plan. She lowered my legs and took my penis into her mouth. In a few moments, my cock always in her mouth, she knee-walked around me until her hairy cunt was right over my face. It was the first time a woman’s pussy was so close to my face, but instinctively, I knew what to do.

I began licking through the wet pubic hair around her entrance and soon reached the pink inner petals of her pussy. The taste I recognized, was that of my own virginal semen, mixed with Joann’s copious vaginal fluid. I lapped it up eagerly.

The smell of her crotch was pleasant, yeasty, as rising bread dough, but not quite the same. I inhaled deeply, adding to the pleasure I felt from her sucking me.

Then Joann inserted a finger into my ass. It didn’t add or subtract from the pleasure that was washing through me; it was the idea that an older woman had her finger in me that tipped me over the edge and I ejaculated into her mouth. I heard her sort of choke as the first squirt took her by surprise, but she quickly recovered and swallowed all the semen I shot into her mouth.

Joann quickly climbed off of me and reversed her position so we were face to face. Her lips glistened with my cum and I could see that the lipstick in the center of her lips was worn away. She held my head in both hands and kissed me with tender passion. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and again I could taste my semen.

She cuddled against me, her head on my chest. “You must think I’m an awful slut,” she said. It was a question.

“No, I don’t,” I said honestly.

“Well, I want to be your slut, Steve. Her hand was feeling around my cock and balls. She moved a little and sucked my nipple. My cock grew hard in her hand.

She raised up and looked down at me. “I’m feeling anal, Steve. Would you like that?”

I was confused for a moment before I understood what she said. She wanted me to fuck her in the ass. The idea was exciting, and I said, “I’d like to try it.”

She went to her purse and took out a little tube of lube and a small vibrator. In less than a minute, Jo had my cock slick with lube from top to bottom. Then she worked some into her asshole

My heart was pounding as Joann straddled me and guided the tip of my dick to her anal ring. She very carefully lowered herself onto me. My cock felt terrific as it squeezed slowly into her. A couple of times she inhaled sharply; I could tell it was pain instead of pleasure. I had read and heard enough about anal sex to know there was pain involved with it. She finally had all of my cock in her ass.

It felt great to me but I sensed that it was hurting her. “We don’t have to do this it it hurts you, Jo.”

She smiled lovingly and said, “Just don’t move until I tell you. It does hurt, Steve. but it’s a good kind of hurt.”

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Everyone in the story is ficticious and they are all over 18.

Chapter 1

The summer after I entered Law school I was a lifeguard for a local club pool at a small town in the Midwest. After the big city life I wasn’t sure I could stand a whole summer in our sleepy little boring community, but I needed to make a little extra cash and still have time to study. My fiancée was off in Europe for the summer, so I figured it would be a long fuckless dry spell for me. Boy was I wrong.

The pool was mostly for families with younger kids, but there was a group of “goody-two-shoes” high school kids who spent their afternoons there. I found out they worked at a local day camp in the morning and came to the pool to unwind. They all seemed refreshingly clean cut and naïve. Nonetheless, I couldn’t help but notice the nubile young bodies of the girls in their tight swimsuits. They seemed to have very little shame about how they displayed their goodies – almost as if they hadn’t yet discovered that dirty old men like me were constantly gawking at their most intimate parts.

Some of the girls wore revealing two pieces. Others wore suits too small that would ride up their ass and cling to the contours of their body parts. Sometimes the material was so thin that their titties looked painted over. When their suits got wet they often would cling to their pussy mounds and gather in their cunt slits. Needless to say, I sported many a hard-on while sitting on the stand.

Being an older man (all of 23), the girls often flirted with me in a friendly and harmless way. One in particular named Emily was the most aggressive. She was a tiny little thing, not much over 5 feet tall and 90 pounds soaking wet, but sexy and cute with shoulder length blond hair, perfect legs, a well-rounded little ass and small but noticeable swells for tits. Even though she looked much younger than she was, I found myself jerking off more than once while imagining doing all types of perverted things to her body.

One day when my shift ended Emily asked if I could give her a ride home. Her parents were gone until late that night and she didn’t want to walk. She looked stunning standing in front of me dressed in skin-tight white shorts and a red cloth halter that tied in the back. In the car she turned out to be a non-stop talker, primarily gossip about who liked who and stuff like that.

We finally arrived at her place. When she went to get the key from the flowerpot it was missing. She flagged me down as I was backing out and asked me to help her get in, which I eventually did through a second floor window. Emily offered me a soda. As we were standing in the kitchen, Emily started babbling again. I was about to leave when she said something that peaked my curiosity.

“You know what? I’m a really good kisser. Anyway, that’s what all the guys tell me.”

“Oh yeah? All the guys? So how many guys have you kissed?”

“Quite a few,” she replied smiling coyly and biting her lower lip. “Well you know,” I told her, teasing back, “The only way I could verify your kissing skills would be to kiss you myself.”

She put her hands together and bent her shoulders forward looking away timidly.

“Do you want to kiss me? I… I wouldn’t mind.”

She was pushing this game further than I thought she would, but I wasn’t going to back down.

“Maybe. But I have to warn you that I’ve kissed a lot of girls. How do you know you’ll measure up?”

Emily walked over to me and looked up with her bright blue eyes. At 6’1”, I towered over her. She reached up and put her hands on my shoulders.

“I’m not afraid,” she said while puckering her lips and closing her eyes.

I couldn’t believe I was standing here in a strange kitchen about to kiss this 18 year old girl who looked no older than 15 on a dare. But I wasn’t about to back down. I had to lean over quite a bit before our lips could meet. I was going to give her a gentle peck and then pull away. When our lips touched, Emily used her hands to grab my head and mash her mouth to mine. She opened lips and pushed her tongue between mine. As surprised as I was at her aggressiveness, I found myself responding with my own tongue.

Emile was indeed a first class kisser. We munched on each other for several minutes before she slid her lips off and started kissing, nibbling and licking my neck and ear. This girl was doing a number on me and I could feel a big hard-on swelling, which was a problem because I was still wearing my tight red racing-style lifeguard suit.

Emily looked up at me with those big blue eyes and asked, “So am I a good kisser?”

“Pretty good,” I replied, “But I’ll need another sample before I can give you a final grade.

She smiled like a schoolgirl who had just received a gold star. I put my hands on her tiny waist and lifted her onto the counter so that she was almost eye-level with me. I leaned forward to kiss her again. She wrapped her arms around my neck and spread her legs so I could move closer. She did this in innocence, but İstanbul Escort it had an intoxicating effect on me. We were engaged in a super-passionate kiss with our bodies pressed together. My bulging hard-on practically ripped through my suit and pressed against her pussy. I knew that if this kept up much longer I was going to cream my swimsuit.

“We had better stop,” I said, pulling away.

“Why?” She asked, looking hurt, “I thought you said I was a good kisser.”

“Yes, Emily, you’re a very good kisser which is having a very stimulating effect on me.”

She still didn’t get it. She was more innocent than her kisses implied. I stepped away. The tent pole poking out from my suit was quite obvious. Her eyes became wide when she finally understood. She stared down at my bulging trunks.

“You mean I made you hard?”

I nodded my head affirmatively.

“Wow. I… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I replied, “any guy would get aroused from a kiss like that.”

“Really? Wow,” she said leaning forward to get a better look. “It’s so big.”

I am proud of my eight inches, which was about ready to pop through the waistband of my trunks. I should have turned to leave, but I was getting curious about how far our little game would go. And I was horny as hell. I decided to take things to the next level.

“It’s called a cock, Emily. Would you like to see it,” I asked, knowing I was crossing a dangerous line.

Chapter 2

I could see Emily was stunned. She continued to stare at my swimsuit with her mouth open. She slowly looked back up at me. I realized I had pushed too far. I needed to get out of there.

“Look, I had better get going. I didn’t mean to get you upset.”

I stepped away and was about to turn around.

“No. Um… I mean… yes. I want to see it.”

I stopped moving. Her eyes went back to my bulge. Her entire face was flushed. I should have continued out the door. Instead, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of the suit and slowly peeled it down until my fully erect eight-inch tool pointed right up at her. Her eyes were riveted to it. I stepped closer so she could get a better look. She lifted a hand off her leg and flexed her fingers as she continued to stare shamelessly.

“Would you like to touch it? Go ahead if you want. I don’t mind.”

She looked up at me confused. She gave me a slight affirmative nod. I reached out, grabbed her hand and lightly brushed my throbbing meat with her fingertips. I traced her fingers over my length and curled them around the shaft. I guided her other hand to my cock. She gripped me gently like a baseball bat. Her eyes lifted and met mine.

“It’s… it’s so hard. Your… your … you know,” she said too embarrassed to use the word.

“My cock. You can say it. You made my cock that way, Emily. And now you’re making it even more excited by touching it.”

She continued to explore all the ridges and veins with her fingers. She was mesmerized, but getting more comfortable with the situation. I was getting was a pair of balls churning with cum.

“It’s so big. Can it really fit inside, you know… a girl? I’m sure it wouldn’t fit in… um… I mean, I’ve never…”

She was beet red but kept a firm grip on me. I just let her continue to babble.

“Has it had ever been inside a girl? Ohmygod I can’t believe I asked you that.”

“Yes, Emily, my cock has been inside several pussies. I’ve fucked a number of girls with it.”

She turned red at my use of those words, but also became even more fascinated, examining it carefully.

“Emily,” I said, “your touch feels really good. If you move your hands up and down it will feel even better.”

I put my hands over her two tiny ones and showed her how to do it. When I let go she continued to gently pump me with both hands.

“Am… am I giving you a hand job? My friend Amy gave someone a hand job. She said that sticky stuff shoots out. You know… the stuff that makes babies. Will yours shoot sticky stuff?”

Her naivety never ceased to amaze me. How did she spend eighteen years so sheltered? I guess I wasn’t much different when I was her age. Growing up in this town will do that to you. Well, maybe I could teach her what she obviously needed to learn and cure my own horniness at the same time.

“It will if you keep it up. The white sticky stuff is called cum. Do you want to make me cum?”

She looked up at me, this time more confidently and nodded.

“I’ll cum faster if you let me feel your tits,” I told her.

“You mean feel me up? I… I don’t know. I guess it would be okay.”

She bit her lower lip as I put both hands on the front of her halter to gently massage her little swells and pinch her large swollen nipples. Her two tiny hands continued to pump away at my swollen cock.

“Mmmm… that feels nice,” Emily whispered approvingly, “but something’s happening. I… I feel like I’m about to pee my pants. Oh no.”

I could see a look of panic on her face.

“Don’t worry, İstanbul Escort bayan Emily. That’s just your body responding naturally. Your pussy is leaking sex juices into your panties. Just let it happen.”

“I’m all wet down there. I can feel it.”

I slipped my hands under her halter to feel up her bare tits. She moaned her approval and started jerking my cock faster. I leaned over and we started kissing again, only this time little moans and purrs escaped from her as our tongues danced in each other’s mouths.

I reached behind her and undid her halter, letting it fall to the floor. Then I kissed down her neck until my lips reached her hard nipple. Her hands left my cock and pulled my head against her. I was able to suck her entire tit into my mouth and tease the swollen nipple with my tongue. I moved to the other tit, squeezing the one I wasn’t sucking with my other hand. Emily was moaning and gasping, saying ‘oh yes’ over and over again.

I moved back up to her lips and started dry humping my cock against the damp crotch of her shorts. She wrapped her legs around me and pressed her virgin pussy against my swollen member. I was on the verge of a big cum and told Emily so as I kissed her ear.

“I want to watch it come out,” she whispered.

I asked her to put her hands back around my cock and move them quickly up and down. Watching her perky little tits bounce as she stroked me with her eyes glued to my cock had my balls swirling with cum. I could feel my cock swell in her hands just before it erupted with a blast of hot cream that splashed under her chin and all over her tits. I grabbed her hands to keep them pumping as I continued spraying globs of white cum all over her tits and stomach. When I finally finished her hands were sticky with goo. She wasn’t quite sure what to do with them so she just held onto my cock as it slowly deflated.

“This stuff is what makes babies? Wow. Its… awesome.”

She moved her hands in front of her face to get a closer look. Cum was streaming down her stomach onto her shorts making a huge wet spot just below the waistline. I threw her a kitchen towel to clean herself. I told I had to go, but that I had the next day off and she could stop by the house if she wanted. I was secretly hoping our sex games would move to the next level.

Chapter 3

About noon I heard a knock on the door. Emily was there with her friend Amy. She was 5’4”, had dark brown hair, deep brown eyes and an athlete’s body. Amy was wearing black workout shorts and a tie-dye tee shirt cut off just below her nicely formed tits. The protruding nipples hinted that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Emily had on a pair of cutoffs and a spandex halter stretched tightly across the swells of her petite tits. I met them in a pair of workout shorts without a shirt.

I remembered that Amy was the girl who had given some lucky guy a hand job. I was anxious to see how the situation would develop. I offered them a soda. After some small talk and gentle flirting I asked Amy if she was as good a kisser as Emily. She shrugged her shoulders and giggled. I told her I was curious and asked if she would mind if I kissed her. She shrugged her shoulders and looked at Emily who nodded her consent.

Amy was every bit as good as Emily and even more aggressive with the tongue. I ran my hands up her back and confirmed that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Then I lowered them down to the small of her back and the upper part of her ass. Amy ground her pussy hard against my crotch as we stood there kissing.

“It’s a close call between you and Emily. I might have to sample Emily again.”

Right on cue, Emily threw her arms around my neck and pulled my head down mashing her open mouth to mine. I cupped her ass cheeks, digging my fingers into her crack as I lifted her off the ground. She wrapped her legs tightly around my waist while she continued to gnaw at my lips. I started rubbing my bulging cock hard against her pussy. I finally sat her down on the counter and pulled away before I blew a load in my shorts.

I turned to Amy and kissed her again, only this time much more aggressively. My hands gripped the perfect spheres of her ass pulling her pussy tight against my grinding cock. I moved a hand up to her tit. When she didn’t object I moved it under her halter and fondled her bare flesh and swollen nipple. My cock was about to explode in my shorts so I finally pulled away. Amy looked at me with glazed eyes and her mouth open breathing in short gasps.

I went back to kissing Emily and playing with her tits. I pushed her halter up around her neck and lowered my lips to her nipples, sucking and licking each of them. Emily had her head thrown back and was grinding her pussy hard against my cock. Suddenly Emily stiffened. A loud squeal escaped from her throat. Her fingers dug into my hair. Her whole body began to shake. I finally pulled away from her as she slowly relaxed her grip on me.

“Oh my god. What happened? It was like my insides got all tense and then Escort İstanbul exploded. I think I might have…”

Emily looked down between her legs to the crotch of her cut-offs as if expecting to see something. I had no doubt her panties were soaked. She was oblivious to the fact that her perky little titties were hanging naked from her chest. She excused herself and ran off to the bathroom. I began to wonder if that was her first orgasm. It couldn’t have been, could it?

I looked back over at Amy who had watched the whole scene with amazement. Her nipples were poking out visibly from her halter. I walked right up to her and looked into her glazed eyes. My two hands covered her soft beauties. I tweaked her nipples as I continued to stare at her. She did nothing to stop me.

“I want to see your tits.”

Without asking I pulled her cutoff T-shirt up over her to free hanging beauties. Accepting her fate without a word, she lifted her arms so I could pull the T-shirt all the way off. I let it fall to the floor.

I stepped back and examined her two absolutely fabulous melon-shaped tits. They were quite firm and round with dark nipples that pointed slightly upward.

“Can I touch them?”

Amy paused and slowly nodded. I ran my fingers over the rounded contours and across the nipples before I took them in my hands to gently massage. I leaned over to suck on them. I took a nipple into my mouth. A quiet moan escaped from Amy’s lips. She leaned back against the counter on her elbows and threw her head back. I pressed my hand between her legs and rubbed my fingers across the bulge of her pussy mound through her shorts. Amy pushed herself back against my fingers, humping them as I moved them up and down over her swollen mound. I could feel moisture begin to seep through her shorts.

Emily returned wearing just a pair of clean cotton panties which she must have had in her purse. She pressed up behind me. I could feel her naked tits and hard nipples poking into my back. She reached around me and spread her hands over the bulge of my cock.

“I want to touch it again. Like last night.”

Emily slowly worked my shorts over my cock and down my legs until I could step out of them. I turned around to face her. She dropped to her knees, took my cock in both hands and began exploring it with her fingers while gently massaging it. Her face was no more than six inches from the tip. I looked down at Emily. I could see that her eyes were wide with wonderment.

“Would you like to kiss it,” I suggested.

She looked up at me incredulously like “how did you know what I was thinking.”

“Lots of girls like to put it in their mouth,” I told her, “and guys especially like it that way.”

She was still uncertain so I pushed my cock forward until it touched her cheek. She slowly moved her head until it brushed across her lips. I felt a light kiss on the tip that sent shivers through me. I gently pressed forward and her lips parted allowing part of the tip into her mouth. Then I felt her tongue flicker across it sending another shiver through me. I put my hand on the back of Emily’s head and pressed forward until the large head of my cock pushed into her mouth.

Amy, holding on to my shoulder, had moved around to watch Emily suck my cock. Her body was still pressed against me. I shoved a hand down the back of her shorts and caressed the smooth cheeks of her firm ass. She humped her pussy against my leg.

Emily was eagerly using her lips and tongue to caress the sensitive nerve endings at the tip of my swollen meat, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I started moving my cock-head in and out, thrusting a little deeper on each stroke. I hit the back of her throat and held it there until I could feel her muscles relax. I pushed deeper but she started to gag so I pulled back. The next time I pushed in she held me in her throat. I pulled back and then pushed a little deeper until all but two inches of my eight-inch cock were in her mouth. That seemed to be her limit so I didn’t try to push further.

I slid my cock faster and faster in and out of her mouth. Saliva dripped from her chin and down my balls. Muffled groans emanated from her throat. I could feel a big load of cum churning in my balls, but I wasn’t quite ready to finish. I pulled out of her mouth until the urge subsided. Emily smacked her lips like a dog after chewing a big steak bone and quickly gobbled me back into her mouth.

Emily’s mouth was attacking my cock like it was her last meal. Loud sucking and slurping sounds filled the room. Saliva dripped down my shaft and drooled from my balls. I grabbed her head with both hands and fucked her mouth hard and fast. I looked down and noticed that Amy was now watching intently. My cock was begging to unload into Emily’s mouth, but I wasn’t going to let it. Not yet. I reluctantly pulled my swollen monster from Emily’s drooling lips.

“Amy, would you like to try?”

She pressed her lips together and slowly nodded as she looked up at me with those innocent brown eyes. I hopped on the counter and sat with my legs dangling down and my cock pointing straight up. I ran my fingers over Amy’s lips and then pushed two into her mouth. She sucked on my fingers and rolled her tongue round them as I moved them in and out of her mouth.

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I was so excited about sleeping in pantyhose and the nightie I didn’t fall asleep till very late. Then I was awoken by Sue’s big ass on my face! She was rubbing my cock and balls through the pantyhose and her ass and pussy all over my face. I spread her ass cheeks and started to lick and suck her asshole. She suddenly turned and pushed her cunt into my face, telling me to eat her. I did as I was told and she ground herself hard and came on my face. This time was different as I could feel and taste her juices squirt. It was like she was pissing in my mouth but not a large amount and just a little taste.

She then slid down my body and put her tits in my face, telling me to suck on her large nipples. Her cunt was now rubbing my cock and balls through the pantyhose and I came. She didn’t stop, grinding and rubbing till she came again! At this point I realized that Eileen was watching and laughing, calling Sue a slut. But she was naked and rubbing her own clit. They were so different with Sue being huge breasted (40dd), short (5′ 3″) and a big ass (48) and Eileen tall and lean at 5’10”, 32aa breasts, and tight 34″ ass.

But while Sue laughed and enjoyed playing, Eileen had a vicious streak in her. She came over and pushed Sue off of me and slapped my balls very hard. She then stuck her hand into the pantyhose and covered her hand in my cum. She wiped it on her pussy and sat on my face making me lick her clean and eat her slimy cunt. When she knelt on my face she squeezed my balls to make me eat her. When she came she squeezed my head and my balls, then forced some piss down my throat as she laughed.

She then told me to shower and come to her room. She also told me to clean myself out. I took Esenyurt Escort 2 enemas and went to her. She had me put on a pair of pantyhose that she had cut out a patch by my ass. Then panties, a small padded bra, a nice blouse and a very short skirt. Also 3 inch heels that she had me walk around till I looked like I was ok in them. She then explained that since the party I was going to I would be expected to both suck cock and be fucked, I needed to be broken in.

Her and Sue finished making me up, painting my lips red, as well as putting on fake finger nails. They did my hair in a shag like Eileen and when I looked in the mirror I didn’t recognize myself! I looked like a cute, but slutty, girl. Then she informed Vinny, her boyfriend, and a few of his friends would be over. I was not to talk, just do as I was told. She then had me serve her and Sue drinks and she had me do 3 shots of vodka to calm me down. Since I had not eaten since yesterday afternoon they went straight to my head.

A few minutes later Vinny and 2 of his friends arrived. I was introduced as Eileens cousin from Italy and told them that I didn’t understand much English. Again I served drinks and had a few more shots. At this point I could see a huge bulge in Vinny’s pants…Eileen now had her top open and Vinny was sucking on her breasts. Sue was sitting between his two friends and as they sucked her big tits she was rubbing their cocks through their pants.

Eileen now called me “Gina, help me with Vinny…” I knelt and undid his pants and could not believe the size of his cock. No wonder Eileen laughed at me. His cock was at least 9 inches long and as thick as a beer can! Eileen held it and told me Esenyurt Escort bayan to lick and suck it. As I did she told me to worship it.

My mouth drooled as I worked it in. I could get just a little more then the head in my mouth when I felt hands on my ass. Then I realized that one of the other guys had pulled my skirt up and was using Vaseline in my ass. Eileen just said to fuck the slut. His cock was normal but it still hurt like hell but Eileen held me on Vinny’s cock. As he fucked me he mentioned how tight I was. Eileen also told them that I was having my period so my ass was it! It felt like it was burning but he came quickly and then his friend took his place. He was about the same size and with the Vaseline and cum as lube he slipped right in.

He lasted a little longer and as he did Vinny came in my mouth. It was huge load and I was choking on it but I figured since he came my ass was safe. Once his friend pulled out he sat where Vinny was and had me lick clean his slime and Vaseline covered cock. Then I felt it! Vinny was still hard! He was forcing the huge head of his cock in my ass. It wasn’t happening but he just held it there when Eileen opened a brown bottle and shoved it under my nose, telling me to inhale. I did as I was told and all of a sudden Vinny was in me all the way to his balls! I tried to scream in pain but his friends cock was down my throat.

Vinny started fucking me brutally hard, saying it was the tightest ass he ever had and tighter then Eileen’s cunt. He was fucking men long and hard and it hurt like hell. He was slam fucking me, pulling on my hair and smacking my ass. Finally he stopped and pulled out but he just rolled me Escort esenyurt on my back. At this point Eileen sat on my face and held my legs back and Vinny continued is brutal assault on my ass. Since my cock was covered by the front of the pantyhose and panties he could not see my tiny cock.

Eileen started to smack my cock and balls, telling me to eat her. I did as I was told, crying from the pain when all of a sudden she put a washcloth over my nose. It was drenched with poppers from the brown bottle! After a few minutes his cock finally started to feel good. She was back on my face and this time as she came Vinny harshly squeezed her little nipples. She also pissed down my throat but this time I didn’t care. Finally Vinny bottomed out and shot a huge load in me. He then switched places with Eileen and had me lick his cock clean. As he did this Eileen caught the cum dripping from my ass and fed it to me.

Finally they were done and Sue helped me to my feet and to the couch. She had me kneel and suck the friends cocks again as Eileen took a belt and beat my ass. Vinny laughed and then he spanked Eileen’s ass. The guys were now double teaming Sue, one being sucked as the other fucked her. Eileen now pulled me to the floor and kneeled over my face. Vinny started to fuck her, pulling out for me to lick his cock and balls. I also was licking Eileen’s pussy as she came multiple times, squirting piss in my face. Finally Vinny pulled out and crawled around, putting my legs on his shoulders and fucking my ass again as I ate her cunt. He was biting her nipples and telling her how tight I was when he came again. But before pulling out he bent over and shoved his tongue down my throat, thanking me!

He pulled out and I licked his cock clean as he hugged Eileen, thanking her for her cousin…and Sue just laid there as she licked his 2 friends cocks clean. Finally They left and Eileen had me clean up. She then told me my training had just begun. While my ass was sore this was a lot of fun…

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After barely graduating from high school, the situation at home with my parents was strained at best. I took a job in the city, and a coworker helped me get an apartment in her building. While glad to have my first real job and my very own apartment, I was lonely. I am, as some would say “Rubenesque.” Others would call me chubby. But most 18-year-old boys just called me fat. Needless to say it was difficult to find dates, let alone finding someone to pop my cherry.

One day I was buying my lunch at the convenience store on the first floor of my office building. At the counter I met Sampson, the new clerk. He was tall and dark, from East Africa, here to find a good woman. His molasses colored skin and intense eyes seduced me. After a few flirty encounters, he asked me out to lunch. It was obvious to me early on that I was not who he thought I was. My mother had bought my clothes for work, and so he did not know that I wore the clothes of a punk rock wannabe on my own time. He wanted a good Methodist girl to take home and fill with babies. All of this aside, there was something about the thought of his dark skin next to mine that made me very wet. I had been masturbating since I was sixteen and still had not gotten off. That night after the lunch date, I spent hours playing with my clit, feeling good, and never climaxing. I decided that I just needed to be fucked. I did not care if I had a boyfriend, I just wanted dick. And I decided that Sampson was going to be my first.

I approached him the next day and we stepped outside to talk. I told him that he should come to my house for coffee after work. He thought that we could just meet somewhere, but I convinced him that he should come to my apartment. I was done at three, and he was of at five, so I had two hours to get myself ready. I had a dress that had belonged my mother. It was a white lace and gauze caftan, and I did not wear anything under it. When Sampson got to my house he seemed on edge. I touched his hand and leaned Esenyurt Escort into him to kiss his cheek. He would not touch me. In fact, he suggested that we go for a drive into the mountains. So I reluctantly put on my black docs and grabbed a long black jacket and we took my car for a drive to the mountains. It was rush hour, and it took forever to get out of the city. All the while, I touched his arm or hand as often as I could. And Sampson just kept shrinking away from me. I couldn’t understand it. He had asked me out, so I thought that he must at least find me attractive. But each time I made a move, he got increasingly polite. He wanted to get out and walk around, so I found a parking lot at a trailhead. There weren’t any other cars parked, so the trail was likely empty. I left my jacket, and we headed down the closest path.

It was mid-summer so there was plenty of daylight left as we turned down the trail. We talked a bit, but mostly walked slowly. It was wonderful to feel the gentle breeze on my legs and blowing my thatch of pubic hair under my dress. We stopped to rest in the middle of a hillside meadow, and I could not take it any more. I had to know why he had not even asked for a kiss. He looked at me with my hands on my hips, staring him in the face. Grabbing my arms, he roughly pulled me to him. I loved the feeling of being smashed up against his hard body. He held me with one arm and pulled my face towards his with the other. We kissed, and his tongue was immediately in my mouth. As his tongue fought it out with mine, my hands were everywhere. I had years of teenage sexual frustration controlling every move.

Without separating our mouths, I pulled apart enough to put my hands on his chest. I ran my hands down his chest to his tight stomach, and just started pulling at his shirt. He started running his hands all over my back. I had never felt so good. My body was alive with the sensation of his big hands on my body. Kissing ang licking all Esenyurt Escort bayan over my ears and neck, he put his hands on my ass, and through the thin material of the dress, he realized that I had nothing on under it. As his lips made there way down to my breasts, I tried to take his belt off. I was shaking with so many feelings that I had no idea what I was doing. I gave up on the belt and grabbed his waist, crushing him to me. He bent his head down to my nipples, erect under the cloth, and took one in his mouth, licking and nibbling at it. I cried out, the pleasure was more intense that anything I had ever felt before. I clung to him as my knees buckled.

He pulled me off of the path and into the grass. He laid me down, and as he moved to his knees he took off his shirt, unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his pants. His pants were still on, as he lay next to me and kissed me deeply again. With his hands and mouth he worked down my body, touching and kissing me through the fabric. When he reached my waist, he slid his hand under my back and lifted me up, just enough to slide my dress up. He pushed it up to my waist and began to stoke my mound and kiss around my hips. He slid his dark hand between my white thighs and opened my legs just. He ran his long fingers over my pussy lips, teasing me, postponing contact with my wet slit. After dragging his fingers over my lips for what felt like forever, he suddenly dove his index finger into my tight little hole, sliding it in and out as I moaned and writhed on the ground. The grass was high around me, and all that I could see was Sampson, the grass, and the sky behind him. I liked the look in his eyes as he pleasured me with just a finger. He moved up my body, lifting the dress as he did, finally pulling it over my head and exposing my breasts. He kissed each one gently and then kissed me on the mouth again. He rubbed my titties, and then reached down to pull his pants off.

First I felt him. Hot and Escort esenyurt warm, it was hard and he spread my legs to rub his cock up and down on my pussy. It felt so big, I did not know if it would fit. This time, he was teasing both of us. He licked and bit at my nipples, as we ground together without penetration. He sat up and pulled me forward, spreading me at the knees as far as I could. Raising myself onto my elbows, I finally say his long, thick, black dick. He pushed me down and posted his mushroom tip at my entrance. Slowly he pushed into me and it burned as it stretched out my virgin hole. He must have known that he was my first, be cause he took his time. Sliding his cock into me a little at a time. When it seemed as though no more of its length would fit, he held me too him and thrust with a grunt. I screamed as his cock pushed past the last barrier. It was such sharp pain. I was crying, and he was kissing me, and beginning to slowly pull back out. At first I thought it was over, but as soon as his tip was resting at my slit, he pushed back in again.

I quickly learned that the longer he fucked me the better it felt. Soon, he was pounding my pussy with his cock and I was grinding into him as hard as I could. I could feel him throbbing inside me, while we licked and rubbed and bit and kissed everywhere that we could reach. We were fucking so hard that my titties were bouncing and he reached for them. He was holding my breasts and alternating licking on my nipples when I felt this feeling begin in my pussy and spread all over my body. He groaned in pleasure as my snatch tightened around him like a fist. As I bucked and spasmed in my first orgasm he shot his hot cum deep inside me. I couldn’t stop convulsing as chills swept over my body. There was nothing but sensation at every place his dark skin touched mine.

We lay in the grass recovering for a while. But it was a beautiful day, and so soon we heard voices from a little way away, and so we put our clothes back on, and started walking back to the car. Neither of us said anything the whole way back to the city.

He asked me to drop him off downtown, and I drove home alone. He was never at the store after that, and we never talked again, but I would never forget how it felt to have him inside me.

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Above his lavish four poster bed was the framed declaration:

“Every female peasant, on attaining the age of 18 years, shall present herself to her Lord, who may exercise his right to claim her maidenhood, and, once such right has been claimed, she shall be regarded as a woman, subject to the rights and duties attendant thereto.”

It was probably worth something now, as a historic relic. It was an original, probably one of the few still in existence, issued to Baron York’s grandfather many years ago. Back then of course the law was still regularly exercised. Even Baron York’s father had, so he used to claim, exercised the right of first night in his younger days.

But those were different times. The Baron knew that if he tried to exercise his right today, even though the decree was still technically valid, he would cause a riot, and probably not be a baron for much longer.

The Kingdom of Bruchet was still a long way behind the modern world in many respects: it was still an absolute monarchy and the feudal system was still alive and well. But sleeping with girls without their consent, even peasant girls, was no longer acceptable.

The Baron was in a very privileged position in this medieval style society, having inherited a significant amount of land and wealth from his father after his father’s untimely death. At 22, he was one of the youngest Lords of the Manor in the whole of Bruchet, and he liked to think of himself as a reformer, a modernist, who treated the peasants who worked his land better than did most of his counterparts.

He knew it was a largely thankless task being the Lord of the Manor, and he regularly received petitions from his peasants asking for this, that or the other, or complaining about any manner of trivial inconveniences. He was slightly ashamed to admit it, but recently he had taken the advice of some of his older friends and stopped reading the petitions. He now had an assistant who sent back a standard response. He hadn’t received any complaints about the new arrangements, but then that was the point, he supposed.

***

Of course, traditions rarely disappear completely. Every peasant girl was still required to make a trip to the Baron’s manor on her eighteenth birthday. Officially she was supposed to offer up her virginity, and the Baron was supposed to politely decline. This meant that she had complied with her obligations and could officially become a woman in the eyes of the law. The Baron even had to sign a declaration confirming that her virginity had been offered and declined, for legal purposes.

The reaction of the girls who visited his manor varied greatly. Some would be most shy about visiting the Baron on their own, and would barely speak a word. The Baron usually found these encounters very uncomfortable, and would make his excuses after only a short while.

Some other girls would take the opportunity to complain (a favourite pastime of peasants, as you are no doubt becoming aware), or beg for lower taxes or more relaxed laws. Again, they received only a short amount of the Baron’s time.

Better were the girls who took the opportunity to make pleasant and sometimes even engaging conversation. They may be genuinely interested in the antiques around them, or desire to learn more about the Baron. Baron York very much enjoyed these visits, and would always make sure he reserved a good number of hours for each session, just in case he was fortunate enough that his visitor would be this type of girl. After all, it could get lonely being the Baron.

Though the official purpose of their visit, to offer themselves up for deflowering, was in most cases not mentioned, it did come up on occasion. Some girls would mention it jokingly, or even sarcastically, annoyed that the Baron retained a formal right over their bodies. But a few times the Baron had received what sounded like a genuine offer.

***

A few months ago he had walked into his drawing room to see a most attractive brunette waiting for an audience with him. She was well proportioned with a generous chest, had a lovely smile and was very well spoken (for a peasant). Her top was low cut, offering a tempting amount of cleavage, without being so low as to be indecent.

After a few minutes of small talk she said, “so, I suppose I’m supposed to offer you my virginity now?”

She smiled.

“Um, yeah, well…” the Baron had stuttered. He still found this situation somewhat embarrassing.

“Do we go up to your bedroom?” she continued, not a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

“Well, we don’t actually…”

“What? We do it here? In front of them?” she had said, sounding genuinely surprised.

The Baron looked up at his two guards who always accompanied him on these meetings, just in case the girl had some deep seated disliking for the Baron. They were struggling to hide a smirk.

“No, we don’t do anything. We just talk,” he had said finally.

“Oh… I know I don’t have to, but I thought if I was happy to?…” she said, sounding confused.

“Erm… no, no, we don’t, no.”

“Oh,” she Avcılar Escort blushed bright red, and he was sure he was blushing too.

It didn’t help that he was getting an erection, excited at the forbidden thought of this most attractive girl offering herself to him. Well, not even a forbidden thought: if she was willing, if she was volunteering, there was nothing to stop him. He knew many of the other barons happily acted on such offers.

She lent forwards a little, and he couldn’t help but look down her top. She giggled a little, and he quickly returned his eyes to her face. He saw that she was looking at his crotch, where his excitement was by now obvious. He stood up and left the room, refusing to return until she was gone.

***

It was not that Baron York was not a red blooded male, for he was, and he regularly fantasised about taking advantage of his rights over an attractive peasant girl. But the Baron was himself a virgin, and he was saving himself. For what, he didn’t know. Why not for the girl who had offered herself to him so willingly? Part of him had very much wanted to, but it just hadn’t felt quite right.

Of course, dating and especially marrying a peasant girl was not a possibility. Even in modern Bruchet, the aristocracy and peasants did not intermarry. He knew that he should marry a girl of his class, and he had been introduced to plenty, many of whom had been impressed with his dashing good looks and endless charm. But it had never felt quite right.

Most women had given up on him by now, and in fact these days the main female company he had was peasant girls presenting themselves to him on their eighteenth birthday before they went off to celebrate with their families and, in many cases, boyfriends.

***

Baron York was constantly surprised by how many peasants lived in his manorship. Judging by the amount of girls who visited him to fulfill their eighteenth birthday obligations, either he had a substantial amount of peasants or there must have been something in the water just over eighteen years before.

Despite this, he still was always nervous about the visits, though he had learned by now not to show his nerves. Still, as he checked his calendar, he knew that there was one evening he was going to be particularly nervous. He looked again at the name of the girl scheduled for a visit in just a few days’ time: Robyn.

Robyn was the daughter of Sarah, a servant who had worked for the Baron’s father for many years. Sarah had often brought Robyn to work with her, and, although mixing between the aristocracy and peasants was generally forbidden, the Baron and Robyn had regularly played together as children. He had even allowed Robyn to call him “Barry”.

The correct form of address would have been “your Lordship”, despite his young age. However, when Robyn, then a young child, had first been introduced to the Baron and been told that, one day, when he took over from his father, he would be the Baron, she had struggled to pronounce “Baron”, and it had come out as Barry. The name had stuck, and so sweetly innocent of protocol was she that nobody had ever corrected her.

The two had been closer friends than protocol dictated, despite their four year age gap. However, the Baron had always been a shy child who had struggled to make friends at school, so nobody had had the heart to discourage his friendship with Robyn.

A few years ago Sarah had stopped working for the Baron’s father in mysterious circumstances: there was a rumour that his father and Sarah had had an affair, though the Baron did not know if there was any truth in this. In any event, Sarah had never been seen around the manor again and thus, neither had Robyn. Though the Baron had very much wanted to stay in contact with her, he had been firmly discouraged.

But now, in just a few days’ time; well, Robyn would be eighteen years old, and that meant that she would have to visit the Baron’s manor and offer her virginity to the Baron. Whether she would formally offer, he didn’t know. It promised to be excruciatingly embarrassing.

His mind had wandered to that night so many times over the last few weeks, turning over the different ways it might go, but never had he allowed himself to imagine what might happen if she offered – and he said yes. He had never seen her in that way before. She had always been too young, and even if it had not been for the age thing, the idea of a Baron and a peasant together, it just wouldn’t do.

***

After his butler came to tell him Robyn had arrived, the Baron did not immediately head for the drawing room. Instead he paced and paced in the hallway, stopping each time he passed the full length mirror to examine himself.

He always dressed in ceremonial baronial robes for these occasions; perhaps it was him hiding behind his role, perhaps it was to give the girls the full baronial experience. He had thought about changing this tradition for today’s meeting; it seemed very formal for a girl who called him Barry. But he had eventually decided to stick to his normal plan.

He Avcılar Escort bayan adjusted his dark green waistcoat for the hundredth time (green being the family colour), repositioned his long jacket, and checked that his breeches were just right. The one part of the ceremonial outfit he always omitted on these occasions was the sword – it never felt quite right in the circumstances.

Finally he took a deep breath and walked towards the door to the drawing room. He took another deep breath then, doing his best to look confident, swung open the door and strode in.

Wow. It was Robyn alright, but not the Robyn he knew. This was Robyn the woman. She wore a long black dress that gave just a hint of cleavage. It was tight enough to show off the wonderful shape of her body. It must have cost her a fortune; where a peasant found that kind of money he had no idea.

Her auburn hair fell over her shoulders, framing her beautiful face. Perhaps just a hint of make-up, though the Baron was no expert in these things. Her hazel eyes looked enquiringly at him, a faint hint of a smile on her lips.

There was silence for a few seconds, then Robyn broke it: “hello, Barry.”

The Baron could not help but look to his two guards, neither of whom knew Robyn. The look of surprise on their faces at this unconventional greeting almost made the Baron burst out laughing. He knew immediately he did not want them intruding on his reunion, and gestured to let them know they were dismissed. They looked reluctant to leave what was clearly going to be an interesting meeting, but did as they were told.

There was awkward conversation for a few minutes, but soon they both started to relax. Robyn seemed unfazed by the situation and was happy to chat away as if there was nothing unusual about the meeting. Perhaps it was just because a few years had passed since their last meeting, but she seemed funnier, more confident, more… sexy? than before.

Eventually the Baron was distracted by a small bag that Robyn had brought with her. He queried its contents.

“Oh,” she said breezily, “it’s my overnight bag. Toothbrush, clean underwear, etc.”

“You’re… staying? Where?” the Baron was confused.

Robyn smiled.

“Um… here – aren’t I?”

The Baron didn’t get it.

“Right of first night?” she said, raising an eyebrow, as if it should have been obvious.

“Oh – oh!” the Baron exclaimed, then burst out laughing. She was joking.

“Barry,” Robyn said, her tone softening. “People talk. I’ve heard that of all the girls who have come here on their eighteenth birthday, you’ve not slept with any of them.”

“Well – I can’t!” replied the Baron. “It’s not allowed!”

“It is if the girl offers,” Robyn replied, a determined look on her face. “There was a girl came a few months ago, Laurel. I heard she pretty much threw herself at you, and you ran out of the room!”

“Um… well…” He didn’t have a reply for that.

“People talk,” Robyn repeated. “What do you think they say?”

Of course he thought about it.

“That… they… they think I like men?” he said, surprised that he’d said it out loud.

Robyn looked genuinely surprised.

“No.”

She paused.

“You don’t, do you?”

“No!” he said, wishing he hadn’t said anything.

“No,” Robyn echoed. “No, they say that you’re saving yourself for someone.”

Now it was the Baron’s turn to look surprised.

“For… someone?”

That’s what he’d always told himself, but he’d never been sure if he believed it. Did the fact that the peasants shared this rumour amongst themselves make it true? And if so, that begged another question, a question he was just starting to think he might know the answer to…

“And do they say… who?”

She smiled, a knowing smile. She didn’t need to say the words.

As he searched for a reply, she lowered herself to the floor, onto her knees. She shuffled herself close to where he sat, then lowered herself down to kiss his stockinged feet.

Looking up at him from her kneeling position, in a reverential voice, she addressed him formally for perhaps the first time ever.

“Your Lordship,” she said. The words sounded strange coming out of Robyn’s mouth. She had never called him that before.

“I am but a humble peasant, and you my worshipful master. Today is my eighteenth birthday, and therefore in accordance with the laws and customs of this Kingdom, and in tribute to you, my Baron, I offer to render unto you what is rightfully yours, my maidenhood.”

Wow. Nobody had ever done that before. Was that the traditional manner in which a maiden offered her innocence to a baron? The Baron had a feeling Robyn had just made it up, though given how well she had delivered it, he suspected she had been practising.

Wow. She was right. Everyone was right. This was what he had been waiting for, saving himself for. For Robyn.

He looked down at her, staring into those hazel eyes, that practised expression of submission on her face. If there was one person Escort avcılar in the Kingdom who would not feel obliged to submit to the Baron, it was Robyn. But she had chosen to.

“As your Baron, I accept your kind offer.”

She smiled. She had the best smile.

***

He had fantasised about this moment many times before, but never with Robyn. As he looked into her eyes, he knew that she had fantasised about the moment too, and always with him. He took another look at her now, a proper look. She must have saved up forever, worked so many extra hours, to be able to afford that dress. And for what? She would never have a chance to wear it in her normal life. For tonight. For him. To take off for him.

“Take off your dress, peasant,” the Baron said, trying to sound as commanding as possible, trying to leave the uncertainty and nerves out of his voice.

Robyn’s expression broke just a little into a smile, but she quickly restored the expression of reverence, of deference to her master.

She reached for the straps over her shoulders and slowly, deliberately, first with the left, then with the right, pulled them down her arms, not all the way off, but enough to let the dress fall forwards a little, drawing the Baron’s eyes to her chest. Robyn had grown up a lot since he had last seen her. Just seeing the exposed skin at the top of her breasts, the hint of her bra, his excitement was already beginning to build. He wondered if Robyn could tell.

She watched him carefully, keeping her eyes focussed on his, seeing them examine her chest, taking delight in revealing herself ever so slowly to him. As she helped the dress down below her chest she heard the Baron take an involuntary intake of breath. The bra was carefully chosen: strapless, with cups that perched on the end of her breasts, not indecent but revealing enough. She blushed a little, not accustomed to having shown so much to a man before, but the Baron did not notice.

As her dress reached her waist, showing her perfect toned stomach – how long she had spent working on that – the Baron held up his hand, indicating to her to stop. He took a long look at her exposed body, running his eyes up to finally reach her face. Again, that slight smile that betrayed how much she was enjoying the situation, which this time she did not bother to lose.

But still she looked up at him from that kneeling position, an ever so slightly inquisitive look, asking why he had stopped her. The way she had taken off that dress – she’d practised that for hours in her room, surely? It felt too natural for a girl he was sure had never so much as kissed a boy before. This was all going exactly as she had planned it – her hands rested on her waist, ready to continue the removal of the dress. There was something incredibly sexy about the half removed dress: the bunched material that should have been covering her top half, the promise of more exposure to come.

He decided to disrupt her plan a little, take some control of the situation.

“It is the custom,” he said, trying to keep his tone as measured as possible, “that a maiden ought at this stage to expose her bosom to her master and then seek his permission to continue disrobing.”

It sounded as ridiculously formal as the Baron had intended, playing to the fantasy he was sure they both shared about tonight. A look of surprise crossed Robyn’s face, but she regained her composure and lowered her eyes in a gesture of further submission.

“Yes, Your Lordship. My humble apologies.”

Robyn’s hands moved to behind her back, fumbling slightly with the clasp on her bra, betraying her nerves for a second. Then it was undone, and taking a second to gather to courage, she let it fall from her chest, exposing her breasts for the Baron’s examination.

The Baron stared at Robyn’s bare breasts – or bosom – he liked that word. They were on the larger side, he guessed, though he had little to compare them with; firm, each tipped with a cute soft pink nipple. He took in the shadows they made on her body – was her left slightly larger than her right, or was it just the lighting? The little mole just above her right nipple – an imperfection that made her all the more perfect. He wished he could stay in this moment forever. Robyn was right – everybody was right – this is what he had been saving himself for.

The shadows reminded him of something he had heard long ago: at the time he had thought little of it, and strangely it had never played a part in his fantasies. He was not even sure whether it was true. But at this moment it seemed like the right thing to do. He walked over to the window and looked into the sky, and he knew what he saw was a sign that this was supposed to happen.

“Stand up,” he commanded, his voice taking on new authority now that he had a plan. Robyn did as he asked.

He led her to the door, and opened it. He looked at Robyn who was clearly wrong-footed by this turn of events. She gave him a questioning look, but he was not going to give anything away. As she followed him down the ancient passageways, paintings of his ancestors looked down at them, watching an ancient tradition revived for one last time. The Baron looked at Robyn, who was shivering slightly in the cold of the old house. Her body, including her bosom, was covered in goose bump, though he wasn’t sure if it was from the cold or the nerves.

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