“There you are,” Padraig shouted as he sloshed through the muddy field in search of his dearest friend. “So, what’s the word? Should I put on my walkin’ shoes?”
“No, that won’t be necessary, my friend. McGee has told me that he has enough work to keep us busy along with a few others, but he had to let most of the men go.”
Padraig was happy with the news regarding himself and Michael, but his gut wrenched once again for word of Finola’s future. “Did he say who was stayin’,?” He asked as he paced the field; his fists clenched and arms crossed over his chest.
“Calm yourself, bloke. She’s stayin’! McGee said that the misses would need all the help she could get to clean things up inside. I didn’t see much of anything that needed to be cleaned in there, but I think she had other reasons for her decision.” Michael smiled as he patted Padraig’s shoulder. “Come now, there’s still plenty of work to be done.”
Michael and Padraig returned to the house to see what the farmer wanted them to do first. With all the commotion of the morning, they missed breakfast. Actually, breakfast had never been made, but when they stepped foot inside the house the smell of fresh bacon wafted through the air. “Are you lad’s hungry?” the farmer’s wife asked as she hurried around the large kitchen preparing their meal.
Both men smiled and Michael rubbed his stomach as he took his seat at the table. Padraig on the other hand seemed hesitant. His eyes panned the room then the remainder of the house that he could see from where he stood. No sight of Finola and his heart sank.
After the food was placed on the table, the farmer’s wife walked over to Padraig. With her hand on his shoulder she pulled him down so that they were face to face and she mouthed, “she’s still here,” then simply walked away.
By now, the farmer suspected something was happening between those two. However, he had a fondness for Padraig and he recalled a feeling when he’d seen Padraig gaze at Finola; the same feeling he’d had oh so many years ago when first he lay eyes on his beloved wife. He knew he could trust the lad to get his work done first so he excused his behavior and invited him to the table.
As the days passed the farmer learned his crops weren’t a total loss. The corn stalks straightened with the heat of the sun and the rains held off long enough for the ground to dry out once again. The potato crop faired better than the corn because that soil had been dry to begin with; the irrigation machine had malfunctioned a few days prior to the storm.
Time passed quickly after that last storm. The days flew by as if only hours had gone by. The men woke with the sound of the breakfast bell. Sleepily, they rose to their feet, dressed for another days labor and headed to the house. Surprised by the farmer’s words that it was harvest time, the men ate quickly.
“There’s no time for lollygagging now lads,” he said, righting himself and heading toward the byre. He stood at the door and began handing out orders. “This will be a heavy task and I will need everyone working together on this if we are to get the job done on time. We only have a week’s time, so let’s get busy. The cows need to be fed and the trough filled, Finola can do that. When you are finished you will meet us in the fields.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said quietly then went on her way to complete her tasks.
“The rest of you, follow me,” he said as they headed toward the potato field.
Each man took a section, pulling the tubers from the soil and placing them in a bushel basket. When the basket was filled, it was carried to the storage bin and the men would return to fill another basket until the crop was harvested.
“We can stop at the next row me friend,” an older man told Padraig and Michael. “That crop ’s not ready for harvestin’ yet.”
When they finished with the last row, they took their baskets to the storage bin and then located the farmer for another job. “We will need help with the corn. You two go over there,” he said, pointing to the edge of the crop, “and start your way back here. We’ll meet in the middle.”
Michael and Padraig each grabbed a burlap bag and swung it over their shoulders as they headed for the farthest corner of the lot. “This shouldn’t be all that hard, at least we get to do it standing up,” Padraig said then laughed.
The cobs were easy to remove from the stalks and the men made it look easy as they pulled and dumped ear after ear into their sacks. “Oh bloody hell, what do you think you are gonna do with that, lad?” Michael questioned as he yanked a knife from another workers hand.
“I’m usin’ it to cut the corn off if it doesn’t come easily.”
“You’re gonna get someone stabbed if ya do it like that. Here watch me, lad,” Michael added, showing the young boy how to properly harvest the corn to save the husk and not bruise the kernels beneath.
It would take the men too long to harvest all the corn so the farmer called for everyone to join in. This meant the women worked side by side with the men. Padraig didn’t think they should have been forced to work in the hot sun, but when he saw Finola, he quickly changed his mind.
As the women removed the remaining corn from the stalks, Michael and Padraig worked with their scythes to remove the remaining stalks so a new crop could be planted. This second crop was to feed the animals throughout the coming winter; when the fresh grasses and hay were no more.
“Slow down there, bloke. ‘Tis not a race and there’s no finish line,” one of the workers shouted to Padraig as he swung his scythe with all his might. He was nervous having the woman of his dreams so close to him, watching his every move. He could feel her eyes upon him, even when she wasn’t looking his way.
Eventually, he had to stop swinging that tool to pick up the stalks that had fallen and toss them into a pile. By this time Finola had caught up with him and she assisted with gathering the stalks.
Padraig felt like a schoolboy whenever she was near. Every time he went to speak he couldn’t. He cursed beneath his breath because of his tongue-tied youthfulness, but also prayed she could read his mind and would know what he’d felt in his heart for her.
With the mere mention of her name, every part of his being shivered. His skin craved her touch, her heat. His heart skipped a beat whenever he heard her sweet delicate voice. He never felt this way about a woman before but often heard his mother tell stories of how she and his father had met. And when he recalled the description of the feelings she first had, he knew it was love he was feeling toward Finola.
He was unable to concentrate the closer she’d gotten to him and he hardly spoke a word for fear that everything would come out wrong and he’d end up looking the fool. He was courteous to her though and nodded when she spoke to him, smiling brightly each time he’d blush from her words, or when he’d gotten caught looking at her form from behind. The way her dress clung to her hips, the way her hair framed her lovely face. And when her breasts pushed against the stalks when she’d gather a bunch and carry them out of the way, Padraig envisioned his chest and loins against her instead of those stalks.
It had taken the workers the better part of the week to clear all the land for the next crop but when all was safely gathered, they were finally able to rest. Padraig wandered to a clearing where fragrant wild flowers continued to bloom.
He sat and stared into the night’s sky. The sun had almost set but the view was amazing. The hue of oranges, red’s and pinks blended together to form a tapestry in the clouds.
Although that view was amazing, it wasn’t nearly as breathtaking as the vision that appeared beside him. Padraig was pleasantly averted from the heaven’s masterpiece when Finola crept up quietly and sat beside him. Her smile was gentle, yet seductive and for the first time, Padraig felt her longing, her desire to be with him.
His trembling fingers touched her arm when he attempted to brush a fly from her dress. She grabbed it gently and placed it on her breast. Her heart skipped a beat with him so close and finally able to feel his warmth radiate through the material of her dress.
She wanted him so badly she could taste him when the breezes blew his scent her way. Her need to have him closer intensified with each breath and she seized the moment. She turned to him and slid closer, so close she could feel his breath on her cheek. She leaned in towards Padraig and all his senses reeled. He could hardly breathe, but that didn’t stop him from showing Finola his true feelings.
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Startled when she pulled away from him, his head bowed, his face sad. “What did I do?”
“It’s nothing you did Padraig, but I — we, I shouldn’t do this yet. I am horribly dirty and this is not the scent I wish for you to remember me by.” Finola scooted away from Padraig, embarrassed by her appearance. Dirt smudged on her face and embedded in the crevices of her skin. She smelled of earth and thought it to be unpleasant for Padraig.
He cupped her face in his hands and as he lay on the scented ground then placed a soft kiss on her parted lips. His desire was going into overdrive but he controlled himself enough because he wanted this first time to last. "
“You will do no such thing, Dear. I want you now. I want you just the way you are. I’m not letting you out of my sight tonight. You are the most beautiful thing on this planet and if you don’t get over here beside me, I’m going to burst.”
Finola’s returned to his side. Her contours glowed with the setting sun. Her touch was like fire on Padraig’s sensitive flesh. And with each touch, she delivered a greater passion. Her moves were erotic and Padriag was in heaven. He allowed her to take the lead and that she did.
When he released her face she tore off his shirt. “I want you terribly right now. I haven’t time for all these buttons. I’m sorry Padraig,” as he heard the buttons popping from the force of her desire. Finola leaned toward him and trailed soft kisses of fire down his neck to his shoulders and beyond.
Padraig’s hips rose to meet hers as she inched her way down his form. Planting kisses strategically on her journey. When she reached his chest Padraig let out a heavy yet contented sigh. He was in turmoil because she was taking her sweet time to reach his special place. His cock throbbed in anticipation of her moist lips, but more, her soft pussy.
He’d never in all his days had a woman treat him this way and he loved each delectable thing she was doing to him. She continued on her journey south. Her lips and tongue caressed Padraig’s burning flesh. Every touch of her tongue to a new spot had him jerking and groaning in pleasure and torture the same.
“I want to make love to you, Finola. Please let me make love to you,” he pleaded between groans. With each attempt to pull her off him, he failed miserably. He wasn’t miserable though, quite the contrary. She was insistent upon her delivery of his first orgasm. At least she hoped she was his first.
She scooted back up his body as he trembled uncontrollably. He reached for her dress and yanked as hard as he could to remove the top part. He was unaware that she had already unfastened the buttons that confined her breasts beneath the dress. When the top fell freely to her waist she stood to let it fall to her ankles then stepped from it.
Padraig watched with the eyes of a child on Christmas day. He panted to keep from fainting; she was so breathtaking. Her dark brown hair cascaded softly over her shoulders and down her back. When she removed her undergarments, he also removed his clothing.
His cock sprang to attention when his union suit fell to the ground. He kicked them aside hurriedly, almost tripping over the leg when it caught under his foot. Padraig’s desire raged now and he wanted nothing more than to take this woman before him and throw her down to the ground, however, he knew if he did that she would protest and probably reconsider her advances toward him.
Slowly, he guided her to the scented ground. One arm about her waist, the other supporting her shoulders, they descended. Hearts pounded with excitement at the first skin- to-skin contact. Padraig felt his blood boil when her soft curls touched his abdomen. His hips immediately rose to greet her and their heat intensified once again.
The passion in her kiss and the heat of her touch almost sent Padraig over the edge, but he held on. Reaching for his overalls he opened them as best he could for her to lay upon when he’d roll her beneath him. Straddlig her thighs he devoured her with his eyes before following suit with his eager tongue. He needed to taste her, to inhale her to pleasure her the proper way this first time. She deserved more than that, but Padraig was set for time and the situation wasn’t as he envisioned his first time being, but he made the best of what he’d had.
With all the passion his heart held, he slowly grazed his hot tongue over her form, lavishing her in erotic pleasure. As his tongue moved over the curves of her breast he slowed his movement, causing Finola to gasp and beg him not to stop.
Her body writhed beneath his. She clenched her fingers in his curls and pushed his face against her straining breasts. He gasped for air but after a deep breath he continued his assault. Moving down her body he teased and tortured her by taking his sweet old time to bring her the pleasure he so wanted to deliver.
All his nervousness banished the closer their bodies came to becoming one. As he moved down her form teasing and pleasing, she urged him on. “Please Padraig, take me. I want you so much. I want to feel you inside of me. I want to make love to you, now!” Her breath heavy, her voice rang with lust. To urge him on, she wrapped her legs around his waist and raised her hips.
The tip of his shaft grazed her pussy and she gasped then moaned as his voice calmed and soothed her. “Relax, love. It will feel better if you just relax and not rush this. I will not hurt you, I promise.”
Padriag was amazed at how natural everything seemed as he made love to his treasure for the first time. For only having overheard discussions of a woman’s body and what happens during sex, he was astonished how terribly wrong the older blokes were when it came to satisfying a woman.
He slid further down her body; his chest passing over her moist curls. He shuddered with the first whiff of her sweet scent. Propped up on his elbows he slid one hand against the outer region of her sex and she moaned appreciatively. Her hips rose to his hand, pleading for more. Padraig happily obliged.
With his tongue, he went down once more lapping slowly. The combination of his saliva and her juices created a slick path in preparedness of his insertion. Once more over her tender pink lips and her body stiffened. A look of fear covered her face momentarily but was quickly replaced with lust, desire, need to be taken instantly.
Padraig lapped faster and harder at her wetness and couldn’t help but smile as the waves crashed through her. Her legs stiffened then convulsed involuntarily for several seconds. When she regained control of herself she raised her legs over his back and pulled him closer, tighter to her sex.
When her convulsions ceased, he returned to her face for a kiss incomparable to that of any other she’d experienced, even with Padraig. Moments passed before Padraig pulled away from her and inserted the tip of his manhood at her opening. She was so slick and hot. She felt him hesitate and pushed her hips against him, forcing his rigid member to penetrate her. Slowly he’d thrust into her warmth. Her muscles milked him ad begged for more. One last cry for mercy, “Please Padraig,” was all it took for him to thrust one final time and he was past her protective sheath. A soft whimper escaped, but had quickly been replaced with a warm satisfying smile.
The need to see her face during their lovemaking forced Padraig to pull his throbbing cock from her tight slickness. He pulled her up and repositioned her across his lap. She straddled his legs, facing him she slowly eased herself back down over him; accepting every inch of his thickness deep inside without hesitation.
They slowly rocked in unison until she could hear his breathing deepen, then pant. Finola bent her legs and rode Padraig until his seed erupted deep inside her warmth. She continued until he collapsed to the ground. She remained still on him and felt his shaft slowly deflate; a look of sadness covered her face, yet remained in position.
When she felt Padraig’s breath return she writhed against him a second time and within moments he was ready for more and his rigid tip pressed against her secret spot. She smiled and the heat intensified once again. Padraig thrust into her fiercely and she in turn writhed against him and their orgasms peaked simultaneously.
Short of breath, they collapsed against the soft earth. Perspiration glistened in the moonlight as the new lovers caressed and cuddled. Padraig cradled Finola in his arms until both had regained their strength.
The night was peaceful and all was quiet until, from the barn, drifted the sound of a violin. “We should be getting’ back, Love,” Padraig whispered, his treasure still safe within his arms. He reached for her clothing and helped her dress; tasting her once more before her flesh was covered and out of reach once again. As she sat to put on her shoes, Padraig dressed and pulled on his boots, laced them then helped Finola to her feet.
When they entered the barn all the workers, the farmer and his wife, even a few neighbors danced in the lantern light to celebrate a successful harvest as the music filled the air. Padraig pulled Finola close to him when the violinist played a slow song. He escorted her to the sawdust-covered ground and as they swayed to the music, he closed his eyes and prayed, “Thank you God and the stars above for the harvest moon and the girl from the hiring fair!”
The End
Good Night And Sweet Dreams
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My first woman and threesome
My husband Ben and I had a friend that would hang around on the weekends. Her name was Jennifer, she is a tall blond with a nice body but she is kind of a tom boy. It was another Friday night and we met up with her at a local bar. We shot some pool and drank. For some reason we all flirted back and forth, I am sure my husband started it. After a while we decided to leave, Ben suggested we pick up some drinks from the store and go home. Jen would stay at our place at least once a month so it was no big deal. We had drove are pick up that night so I sat between the two of them. We were jokeing and laughing as we drove down the street. We had to stop for a red light, Ben leaned over and wispered into my ear “Put your hand on her leg”, I shot him a look of anger. Then I thought about it, what the hell. As the truck started moveing I put my hand on her knee. Jen did’nt react and we all kept talking. I slid my hand a little further up the leg of her jeans, still no reaction. Agine I moved my hand, Jen spread her legs a little and soon my hand was on the inside of her thigh next to her crotch. Ben whent into the store and left me and Jen in the truck. I felt wierd leaving my hand on her leg so I moved away and we sat and talked about whatever.
Soon we’re home, a couple of drinks later I asked Jen if she wanted something to sleep in. She said yes and I headed off to my dresser. I picked out a black silk night shirt for myself and a big t shirt for Jen. I walked back and motioned her to follow me. I led her to the bathroom and closed the door behind us. I started to undress and so did Jen. I watched as she pulled her shirt over her head and I started to become aroused as she revieled her full breasts. She had a little sexy belly, and as her jeans came down I wondered if she was having the same thoughts about me. I decided to get compleatly naked showing off my shaved pussy and my curvy ass. As I pulled my night shirt on I watched Jen stare between my legs.
Back out in the front room with Ben we had a few more drinks. Ben was checking both of us out, Jen’s shirt bearly covered her ass and her red thong was’nt hard to see. Once or twice I spread my legs to remind her I did’nt have much on.
Around one in the morning Ben took my hand and led me to our bedroom. As soon as we stepped through the door he kissed me. I wanted to be fucked I was so turned on from a night of thoughts going through my head. I bent over the desk in our room and felt him move in behind me. His cock slid all the way in me, I was soaked. Ben begane slowly fucking me, then he wispered in my ear “how does Jen look naked?”, “good” I answered. “Did she see you naked?” he asked, “yes” I answered. His cock slowly worked in and out of my pussy. “Do you want her?”, “yes” I moaned. “Do you want me to go get her for you?”, my hart stopped, “yes” I answered. He pulled out of me and found some shorts and then kissed me.
I sat on the bed waiting for what would happen next. Ben led Jen into the room and she sat next to me as Ben sat on the desk. We had a wierd chat about the nights events leading up to that moment. I decided to get things going so I slid off the bed and pulled Bens shorts off. I took his cock in my mouth, I felt Jen beside me. I licked one side of his cock while she started licking the other. At the head of Bens cock our lips met and we began to kiss, her tounge entered my mouth. It was then I noticed she was naked. I guided Bens dick to her mouth and watched her take him in. I rubbed her shaved pussy as I licked and sucked Ben’s balls. We took turns licking and sucking him. After a while we got on to the bed, Jen and I layed side by side. Ben begane licking my pussy as Jen and I kissed and fondeled one another. Ben switched to Jen and I watched her enjoy his tounge as I licked her hard nipple. I heard Ben as he told me he wanted me to go down on Jen. I moved to my knees and lowered my head between her legs. I licked her thigh and then her outer lips.
I felt her hand on my ass, my tounge slipped into her pussy and I tasted her. She was moaning then I heard her begine suck my husbands cock. Her fingers found ther way into my pussy and now we were all moanig. Ben anounced that he had an idea. He moved Jen and I into a 69 with me on my back. I watched as Ben pushed his cock into our friends pussy. Jen’s tounge ran across my mound and down into my cunt. I found her clit and begane to flick it with my tounge. Ben’s balls rubbed on my forehead as he thrust in and out of Jen. Her pussy dripped on my face Ben slowed and I told him “dont stop fucking her baby”. I went back to her clit and soon she shudered with an orgasem, her moans muffeled by my pussy. Agine we switched positions, now Ben and I fucked in the missionary while Jen was beside us licking and sucking my nipples. Jen and I started kissing our tounges pushing back and forth. Out of nowear I came hard, curseing and screaming. This sent Ben off and he shot his load deep in my pussy.
We layed in bed, I had wanted a woman for a long time. Wow, what a night.
The best phone I ever recieved!
My girl friend moved back to Germany about 8 months ago. We keep in touch through e-mails and the phone and she is planing to reurn for a visit this spring. I can hardly wait. She is your typical Saint Polly girl- tall,blond and has a great body. She is slender and her breast are a little small but her nipples are long,fat and extremely sensitive. So sesitive sometimes she will cum from just me pinching and tweaking those beauties. She has long slender legs that lead up to a perfect ass, that is nice and tight and definately a good hand hold. Her pussy is her best feature, of course I am partial. She shaves it or i used to for her. Her pussy is long, her lips full hiding a hole that is always wet and juicy and topping it off is a clit that looke like a small penis. When she gets excited it gets hard and overly sensitive. I can’t wait to suck on this when she returns.
We had our fun when she was here exploring the world of bondage and group sex a bit. We always had fun. I miss this part of my life and her too until recently. There is a six hour difference in time between the US and germany they being ahead of us. She lives in an apartment building on the 4th floor, all around her is apartment buildings. She has big windows that reach from the floor to almost the ceiling. Her apartment is one large room. It was about 8 o’clock when my phone rang it was her-Miriam, she said she couldn’t sleep. Earlier in the evening she had gone out for a couple drinks with a friend and returned home and wanted to talk to me and was feeling a bit tipsy and a lot horny. Mirian uses a hands free when we talk, a lot of the time she is on the cmputer tonight would be no different she would need both hands.
As we talked I asked her to take off her blouse and bra and she did with no hesitation. She said she was walking around picking up a bit-now topless. I then asked her if her drapes were closed and she said yes of course. Her apartment is one room earlier with 5 large windows, one side is her bedroom the other is a small kitchen and living room. I asked her to open up the three drapes and turn some lights on, on the living room side and she said sure, but why.I didn’t answer we were just catching up on the busy week. After opening the drapes she kept picking up I could hear water running and dishes clanking. Then I asked her to remove her pants and she said sure. Now she was naked the drapes wide open, she couldn’t really see out but people could see in. I then asked her to turn her chair around to face outside. Miriam has a big over stuffed chair she loves to sit in. She did this she was also catching on to what I was doing and liked the idea. She went to get her vibrator. She has a big red bulberous fake cock, its got to be as long and thick as my forearm. We talked on the phone I got undressed and had a rageing hard-on. She said she was pinching her nipples standing right in front of the opened window. I could hear her moan softly and knew she could feel it in her pussy. Her nipples are a direct link to that hairless gash of hers. I asked if there were any lights on across the street inbetween moans she said a few but thats all she could tell.
She said to her pussy was sooping wet she took off her headset and held it so I could hear her rubbing her wet juicy pussy. It was late there about 2:30 or so. I asked her to move the chair as close to the glass as she could. She said she was so fucking horny the juice was running down her thigh. I was so horny cum was dripping out the head of my dick.She moved the chair got in it. She sloutched and placed her feet high on the glass spreading her legs wide open letting whatever neighbors see her goodies. She was breathing hard on the phone, she picked up her vibrator and slid it up and down her well lubed hole and she let me lisen. I could hear her swishing the large toy around her gapping hole and her her gasp as she pushed the large head in. It takes a few minites for her to accomadate the largeness of this beast.I could hear her going in and ou quickly in short jabs. Then she paused and pushed more in and heard her gasp She worked more of the massive toy inside her sretching and filling her hole to the limits.She gasped and said half the toy was inside her gasping more at each thrust. She loved getting her pussy streched, we fullfilled one of her fantasies when she lived here in the states taking two cocks in her pussy. I was excluded from this but did ge to watch her in action. I could hear her breathing hard and her moaning deeper knowing she is working the big toy inside herself. I told her to quickly pull it all out and quickly push it in. I could hear her starting to fuck herself with this. Her pace was quickening. She said her clit was throbbing and sticking straight out like a small penis.
Then—she heard a knock at door. She quickly took out her toy and asked me what to do. We both kind of forgot about the window in the excitement. Across the street some neighbors were having a small party and noticed her in the window and watched her for a while until she inserted the toy. I told her to answer the door she asked if she should put cloths on, I said no and she didn’t hesitate. They greeted each other in german and she stood before them nude. I told her to let them in. She said there were three of them but a couple more were comming. I talked her through it, and could tell she was getting real horny again after being startled. She let them in and shut the door I told her to drop to her knees and take there cocks out. She got one out of its pants and took it in her mouth. I could hear her slurping and breathing different, then she switched and took anther in her mouth, giving the others a hand job while they waited there turn.One of the guys went over and retrieved the vibrator I could hear them talking and laughing a bit-it must of been at the size.
As Miriam squated in front of them the one with the toy held it on the floor and Miriam squated down onto it gasping more then ever. The other held onto her as she bounced onto the fake cock. Then another knock at the door. Another of them and a girl were at the door. They led Miriam to the bed and laid her down. She said she was OK and was in heaven. Everyone got undressed . The girl started to lick Miriams pussy as the men watched, devouring her. Two of the men got next to her and she took there cocks one at a time in her mouth. As the girl ate her another of them fucked her from behind. He blew his load in that girl and they had miriam eat his cum from her pussy. It was hard for me to follow at this point. Afterwards Miriam said she fucked three of the guys. Two of them at the same time and had a blast. Some of them are going to the sex club next weekend. Miriam is going. I can’t wait for the play by play or even the instance replay.
Worth the Wait
As I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, I couldn’t help but to think about how pathetic my life had turned out. Nineteen years old, a sophomore in college, and still a virgin; I masturbated, of course, but I had never even kissed anyone.+ It wasn’t that I couldn’t find someone to have sex with, I was gorgeous, long light brown hair with blonde highlights and long bangs that I always wore brushed to the side, 5’7, 120 pounds, full, luscious lips, and 36DD’s, but the thing that really made people notice me were my eyes, I had these piercing, hazel eyes, everyone I came across whether it be a perfect stranger or an old friend said that I had the most beautiful eyes they had ever seen.
My father was a Baptist minister, and up until the time I graduated high school and moved away to attend Duke University, I had lived a very sheltered life. My father would have died and rolled over in his grave had he known that his innocent, little girl hid sex toys in her bedside table or even worse that she was looking for just the right person to give her precious flower.
And was I ever ready to give it away. I didn’t just want to give it to anybody; I wanted it to be special. I also wanted to be safe, that’s why I had already gone to the doctor to get birth control so I would be prepared when Mr. Right finally came along. I had goals, I wanted to be a surgeon, and while I wanted kids one day, I didn’t want anything to get in the way of my dreams.
I looked over at the clock. “4 am and I’m still not asleep”, I thought.
I looked around the room trying desperately to fall asleep, when I saw the stuffed tiger sitting in my chair, and my thoughts switched to him. Johnny had won that tiger for me on our date the night before, we had gone to the carnival, and I remembered how badly I had wanted him to lean over and kiss me while we were riding the Ferris wheel, and then again when he dropped me back off at my dorm room, but instead he put his arm around me, or held my hand, or kissed me on the cheek.
Johnny was gorgeous. He looked like he had jumped straight off the pages of an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog. He had medium-length, dark, brown hair, and chocolate, brown eyes. He had a 6’3 muscular frame and knew exactly the right clothes to wear. He had a beautiful singing voice and played the guitar, he was the lead singer of a rock band that played in a local club on Friday and Saturday nights. He was the sweetest guy I had ever met and I felt as if though I could talk to him about anything. He wanted to be a surgeon as well, and we had met in our anatomy class at the beginning of that year. He walked through the door and our eyes met, it was the closest thing to love at first sight that I have ever experienced. He sat down beside me and we introduced ourselves.
“Hi, my name is Johnny Dean.”
“Nice to meet you Johnny, my name is Lily Thomas.”
We soon realized that we had every class together, and from that point on we were inseparable. He completely respected that I was a virgin, we had been going out for months and he hadn’t even tried to kiss me. We would go out every night, and I always went to watch his band play on Friday and Saturday nights. I knew that I was falling in love and falling hard.
I was ready for him to kiss me; I knew that he was the one that I would give my virginity. +As I lay there thinking of what it would be like to kiss him, I began to get that all too familiar feeling of warmth and wetness between my thighs. I slipped my hands under my tank top and began to massage my breasts. I put my finger in my mouth to get it wet and then began to rub my nipples until they were nice and hard. By this time I had a river of juices flowing down my thighs, so I slipped my hand under my pajama pants and thong and began to rub my lips. It felt so good. I slowly eased my finger up and down my slit until I just couldn’t take it anymore. I started to flick my clit and then I stated to rub it in a circular motion, my movement became harder and faster, and my breathing became more and more ragged. I had to work hard at suppressing my moans so I didn’t wake my roommate. I rubbed my clit as I neared my climax; my legs began to shake as an earth-shattering orgasm pulsated through my body. I scooped my cum up with two fingers and brought them to my lips to lick it off; I loved the way I tasted.+
Satisfied, I fell asleep, only to wake up an hour later. I got up showered and shaved my legs. I went to the mirror and dried my hair and did my makeup. I pulled my hair back in a loose pony tail, and decided on wearing my colorful, paisley head scarf. I then went to my closet and put on my lacy white bra and matching thong, and went to work selecting the perfect outfit; I decided on a white vintage t-shirt and a grey skirt, a funky long necklace, and flip flops. I admired myself in the mirror one last time before grabbing my backpack and purse and heading to class.
As I was walking out the door, I saw that my roommate was still asleep and decided that I should wake her.
“Lacey, wake up it’s already 7:30.”
“Oh Shit.”
Lacey jumped out of bed, threw her hair up in a messy bun, slipped on some flip flops, and grabbed her books.
“Aren’t you going to change clothes?” I asked.
Lacey was still wearing her blue plaid pajama pants and blue racer back tank top.
“Who the hell has time to change, class starts at 8?”
“Well, aren’t you even going to put on a bra?”
“No, my shirt has a bra built in.”
It wasn’t as if Lacey really needed bra anyway, she had a very flat chest. We walked to class where I found Johnny already there waiting for me in our usual seats. He stood up when he saw me enter the room and once I had put my backpack down he gave me a hug. God I loved the way hugging him felt, and he smelled so good. I could have hugged him forever, but unfortunately our professor walked in and proceeded to teach the class.
When class was over, Johnny and I began to walk towards our next class.
“Lily, I wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Okay.”
“Since we have Fall break Monday and Tuesday, I am going home to my parents lake house, and I know you won’t be able to go home since your parents live all the way in Alabama, and I can’t stand the thoughts of you being here all alone, and so I was wondering, do you want to go to the lake house with me?”
“Yeah, that sounds like fun.”
“Cool, so I’m going to leave tomorrow after our last class, and it’s about an hour and a half drive, and we’ll come back sometime Tuesday.”
“That sounds good to me.”
I could hardly wait to get back to my dorm room and pack. A whole weekend alone with Johnny, it would be like a dream come true.
+++++++++++ The next day, Johnny and I went to all our classes and then got in his grey, Range Rover, and began our hour and a half journey to his parent’s house on the lake. I could tell that Johnny was up to something, he just had that mischievous look in his eye.
+++++++++++ When we arrived at the house I was surprised to see that no one else was there.
+++++++++++ “Johnny, where is your family?”
+++++++++++ “Oh, I forgot to tell you, Dad got called away on business at the last minute, so they aren’t going to be able to make it.+ Is that okay? If you feel uncomfortable we can go back.”
+++++++++++ “No, it’s fine.”
+++++++++++ Johnny led me up to the master bedroom and told me to take a shower and to get dressed up and to meet him at the boat dock at 8 pm.+ I was anxious with the anticipation of what was to come.+ I showered, and then did my hair; I wore it down and slightly curled. I did my makeup to perfection, and chose to wear a lacy black strapless bra and matching thong. I put on a sexy black dress that hugged my curves in all the right places and really showed off my ample, bosom. I looked at the clock, it was 10 ‘til 8, so I slipped on my black heels and started walking towards the boat dock. Johnny was waiting on me, he wore a white dress shirt untucked, and black dress trousers. He hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.
+++++++++++ “Lily, you look absolutely beautiful.”
+++++++++++ “Thanks, you don’t look so bad yourself.”
+++++++++++ He led me to the end of the dock where a large pontoon boat with a roof was tied. He helped me into the boat that was filled with lit candles, and rose petals strewn across the floor. In the corner, I saw his guitar, and a bottle of wine. He started the boat and began to steer it toward our destination.
+++++++++++ “Do you want to try driving?”
+++++++++++ “Sure”
+++++++++++ He wrapped his arms around me and helped me steer the boat, stopping ever so often to squeeze me tighter or to kiss my cheek. I was in absolute heaven. We reached our destination and the sheer beauty of this place took my breath away. It was a little hidden cove, with a small water fall, and a beautiful, large weeping willow tree on the bank. I walked over to the side to take in the beauty of our surroundings, as he turned off the motor and dropped the anchor. +When he had finished with that, he walked over and wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight.
+++++++++++ “You know, it’s such a beautiful night, do you want me to put the roof down?”
+++++++++++ “Sure.”
+++++++++++ “Okay, go sit down over there and wait for me.”
+++++++++++ I went and sat down, while Johnny flipped the switch to make the roof lay down, when he finished, he came over and poured us both a glass of wine.+ He finished his glass of wine, and then picked up his guitar and began to sing a beautiful song that he had written for me. At the end of the song I was in tears and had mascara and eyeliner running down my face. He leaned over and wiped the tears from my eyes, and began to slowly inch his way closer to my face. Our lips were almost touching, and I was breathing his breath.
+++++++++++ “Lily, I’m in love with you.”
+++++++++++ “I love you too, Johnny.”
+++++++++++ And with that he leaned the rest of the way in and I got the kiss I had wanted so desperately for so long. His kiss took my breath away, I saw fireworks, felt butterflies in my stomach, and all those other things that+ people always say that you feel when you kiss the person you love.
+++++++++++ He parted his lips and pressed his tongue against my lips requesting permission to enter, and I of course parted my lips to permit him entry. He was now, laying on top of me, our tongues dancing together, fire and wetness burning between my thighs. All of the sudden, he stopped kissing me and looked deep into my eyes.
+++++++++++ “Lily, if you aren’t ready for this, we can stop, I love you and I don’t want to push you to do anything you aren’t ready to do, I’ve waited this long, and I can wait longer.”
+++++++++++ When he said that, it just sealed the deal for me, I didn’t even answer him, I just pulled his head back to my lips and continued to kiss him. He pulled the straps to my dress down and began to kiss my neck and shoulders. He began to kiss the tops of my bulging breasts, as he unhooked my bra in the back.+ Once he had freed my breasts he began to massage them and suck on my nipples. My juices were flowing down my thighs; I was so ready to take all of him inside me.
+++++++++++ He pulled my dress the rest of the way off and began to kiss down my stomach, stopping to circle his tongue around my navel. He moved down and began to kiss my feet, and up my legs, licking my inner thighs. He removed my black thong and threw it to the side, and planted a kiss on my juicy, shaven pussy. He licked up and down the outer lips, and then slipped his tongue up and down my wet slit, stopping only for a second to tease my swollen, aching clit. Sensing that I couldn’t wait anymore, he dove into my pussy, sucking on my clit, and sticking one finger into my throbbing, wet hole, and then two. By this time I was bucking wilding against his face and fingers, moaning loudly and screaming his name, until finally I had the strongest orgasm I had ever had in my life. He licked up all my cum, and I pulled him back up to me so I could kiss him and taste myself on his lips.
+++++++++++ Now it was my turn, I pushed him back and sat on top of him and began to unbutton his shirt. I began to kiss and nibble on his neck, and kiss down his chest. I got to his pants and unbuckled his belt, and took off his pants. I began to kiss just above his boxers, and I could tell that I was driving him crazy. I removed his boxers to find his already rock hard cock. I leaned down and kissed it on the head; I licked up and down the shaft a few times, and then took all of him in my mouth.
+++++++++++ “Oh Lily, please let me fuck you now.”
+++++++++++ I stopped sucking his cock, laid back, and spread my legs wide for him. I wasn’t afraid of the pain; I had broken my hymen ages ago with a dildo. I could feel his dick head at the opening of my pussy.
+++++++++++ “I’ll go slow and easy, I promise.”
+++++++++++ He began to enter his dick into my tight pussy.
+++++++++++ “Holy fuck, you’re tight!”
+++++++++++ “Duh…I’m a virgin.”
+++++++++++
He finally got all of his dick into my pussy and began to push it in and out slowly. Gradually he began to pick up speed, until I wrapped my legs around him and screamed for him fuck me harder and faster. He was fucking me hard and fast and screaming my name, we were both on the edge of climax.
“Oh fuck, Lily, fuck I love you so fucking much.”
My pussy walls began to tighten as a second powerful orgasm ripped through my body, causing Johnny to come as well. He fell on top of me kissing me and holding me close.
“I love you, Lily.”
“I love you too, Johnny, and I am so glad that I waited for you.”
We covered up with a blanket and fell asleep in each others arms under the stars, knowing that this was just the beginning of what would be our long and happy life together.
First Real Lover
Most people would think that sleeping in the same bed as your friend AND his girlfriend would be weird. But to 19 year old Marissa, this was normalcy. As she lay with her back to Nathan’s left side, she thought back on the events that had led her to this moment.
Two years ago, when she had started working at a local department store, Marissa had not expected to come across any good looking men. She expected to work alongside older women and other girls her age, starting their first job. A few weeks passed, and one day a guy, roughly her age, walked up to her. He was the most gorgeous member of the male species she had ever seen. Everything about him exuded ‘bad boy’. He was wearing a dress shirt, but tattoos were visible, peeking out from under rolled up sleeves. To one side of his black pants hung a silver chain, which was technically against the dress code. She stared at him, at a loss for words, noticing his strong jaw and fiery blue eyes. Even his spiked, blonde hair seemed so hot to her.
Marissa was an innocent girl. Her sex experience was limited three boyfriends, only one time each, in the same, boring position. She was even shy about oral sex, having only performed it once, for about two minutes. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, because she SO wanted to. Masturbation was daily for her, sometimes more than once a day. She was obsessed with anything sex related, and frequently rubbed her clit through her pants, just to make herself wet.
Working with Nathan was hard for her. He was clearly a bad boy, and she LOVED bad boys. Although this obsession frequently got her into trouble, she didn’t care. “Good boys” bored her, and she craved excitement. For a year, she looked at him with longing, feeling a stirring inside of her that hours of playing with herself could never satisfy. After a little over a year, Nathan began to talk to her, flirt with her, make comments about her beauty, and her nice ass.
Marissa knew she wasn’t gorgeous, but she knew she wasn’t ugly either. Average height, average weight…but with killer blue eyes and a winning smile, she could capture the attention in any room. Her long, blonde hair flowed behind her, and for some reason, men could not keep their hands off of her perfectly round ass. Nathan was no exception, grabbing and pinching whenever he could. Nathan had one flaw though-he had Stacy, his girlfriend.
After months of hardcore sexual flirting, Nathan wanted Marissa to be Stacy’s girlfriend. Stacy was bi, and wanted to fuck a girl. They also wanted a girl for a threesome. Being as naïve and innocent as she was, she said no. So Nathan took it to the next level. He seduced her.
At first, it started as text messages to Marissa, telling her what he wanted to do to her. Just reading these naughty text messages would get her wet. Sometimes these messages would get so graphic and kinky, that she would blush and drop her phone. She would never THINK of doing anything like that! He talked of fisting, anal…things she would never consider doing! Yet she began to want him, more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. And he wanted her. “Who cares if I have a girlfriend”, he’d say.
And so it started. The first night, she visited him at work, wearing a skirt with no underwear. And damn did she feel rebellious and sexy! They went to the back, and he bent her over, immediately
shoving three fingers deep into her pussy. As she started to moan, he shoved a finger into her ass, her first intrusion into this virgin hole. She began to protest, but stopped as she realized how good it felt to have something in each hole. After she came a few times, he stopped her and pulled out his fully erect dick, which was bigger than any she had experienced before. Shaking and immediately nervous, she dropped to the floor in front of him, and began sucking his dick. As nervous as she was, she tried to do what she thought would feel good…running her tongue up and down his shaft, flicking it across the head, and using her left hand to stroke also. Occasionally she would stop and suck lightly on the tip, causing him to moan. He came in her mouth, another first for her, and she swallowed, not missing one drop.
This became frequent for them, sneaking around when no one knew. She became his willing sex slave; and he called her ‘Slave’, as she called him ‘Master’. But he didn’t fuck her pussy, told her he wasn’t going to. She didn’t expect any fucking at all, unknowing that he had other plans. One day, in her room, he grabbed her, threw her down on her bed, and ripped her shorts off. She was confused; she thought he wasn’t going to fuck her! After licking her pussy and her ass, he spread her wetness around, and began pushing his dick into her tiny ass. Once again, she began to protest. But he didn’t stop, knowing she would like it. She cried as he pushed his way in, she thought she was being torn apart. But after a few minutes, the pain subsided, and she was in ecstasy. She loved the feel of such a big, hard, object thrusting in and out of such a small, forbidden hole.
Nathan turned her into an animal. She started as an innocent girl, barely experienced. She quickly however, found herself taking naughty, naked pictures of herself while playing with her newly purchased toys. She also found a love for the taste of cum, and was more than willing to perfect her oral sex skills. Not to mention she found herself begging for Nathan to fuck her ass. Hell, she even let him slowly start to stretch her pussy, so he could fist her.
After months of fooling around, Marissa agreed to be Stacy’s girlfriend. She had already fallen in love with Nathan, and knew if she agreed to this, she would be closer to Nathan. Plus, she really DID like Stacy, and had always been curious about sex with another girl. And the first time she played with Stacy, she discovered that she was quite good at pleasuring a girl, considering she had Stacy moaning and screaming her name. Marissa couldn’t figure it out; really…after all, she was just using her tongue! But Stacy didn’t know about Nathan and Marissa…and Marissa had not yet had the courage to join for the threesome.
She fucked Stacy a few times, and normally spent the night afterward, as he wouldn’t get home until around this time working second shift at work. Thus where she is now, lying in the same bed as Stacy, with Nathan between them. He hasn’t fucked her ass in awhile, and she knows that lying next to him, naked, is never a smart idea if she wants to be good.
After a few minutes, she grows uncomfortable, and rolls onto her back. She can hear the slow breathing of Stacy, and knows that she is asleep. Almost immediately she feels Nathan’s hand creep onto her thigh. She bites her lip against the immediate electric jolt inside her, but keeps her eyes closed. He slowly begins to massage and pinch her thigh, causing her to flex her toes while trying to stay still, as not to wake Stacy. His hand creeps closer to her pussy, and Marissa silently spreads her legs, granting him better access. His rough fingers begin to rub her already engorged clit, and she digs her fingernails into the bed. Soon, his fingers leave her clit and work their way into her soaked pussy. He presses two fingers deep inside her, and begins working them in a rhythm, in and out, as she fights against moaning. It turns her on even more knowing that Stacy is sleeping only a foot away from her.