Here one gal who loses here virign to a friend not lover story that happens in England - Title : Wasted virginity . Enjoy !!!
The summer was almost over and I had one class left, having flunked it, as I was too lazy to apply myself during the year. The blasted math had been giving me a headache throughout the entire high school. I had to stop at my dad’s apartment every day after summer classes and do my homework there. A punishment for a moment of weakness when I smoked in his place, forgetting that my dad, very much against the bad habit, would smell cigarettes on me within a mile. There was a long discussion between him and my mother, besides cigarettes, they seemed to have concerns about drinking and drugs, too, which to be quite honest was ludicrous. In the small town where I grew up, one cannot sneeze without everybody knowing, let alone drink and do drugs. That’s why I smoked in my dad’s place, not out in the street.
On this particular day, I had just finished the grueling task of completing the calculations, which even after two months of vigorous studying seemed as complicated to me as they were on the day I flunked the class. My dad’s apartment was hot and stuffy and I had taken a shower just before leaving for home, which I shared with my mom, step dad George and my two sisters.
As I stepped out into the street, I blinded myself by wrapping a string of hair over my face and under my nose in order to take another whiff of shampoo that I had just used in the shower, inhaling its sweet, fruity smell. To my horror, I bumped into somebody, almost falling over like a fool.
A strong pair of hands grabbed my forearms and made me yelp in surprise. I brushed the hair out of my eyes and with great embarrassment noticed that the hands belonged to Duke.
“Hey there, missy!” he laughed and steadied me, holding onto me even after it was evident that the immediate danger of stumbling about had passed.
“Oh,” I gasped. “Hi, Duke.” I giggled and saw his beautiful eyes smiling at me. “I’m… ah…I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
“So I see.” He added and I couldn’t quite tell if he was mocking me or if his look of interest was genuine.
“Ah…” I felt silly. “Congratulations on your championship.” Earlier I had learned that he had just returned from Europe, having won a parachuting championship.
He nodded and smiled. We stood there for a few moments longer, awkward silence making the situation almost unbearable.
“Well, I have…” I said and at the same time he opened his mouth, too: “I heard…
We laughed. I waved my hand for him to continue.
“I heard you’re about to go take a break from school?” I nodded.
“Yeah, I’m going to travel for a year.” I said proudly. “Well, at least I hope I can manage to do it for that long. You know, the money and stuff.”
He nodded seriously. Again the silence in which I wondered why I was standing here making myself feel uncomfortable ruled.
“I got to go now,” I finally said and bid my goodbyes.
I walked towards my home and he went the other way, towards the office building where he worked as an import-export rep, which was carefully explained to me by Janie a day or two before. As I reached the corner I turned around and noticed that despite continuing to walk forward, Duke was looking back as well, staring straight at me. He waved his hand and I cursed myself for being so indiscrete.
As I was leaving my dad’s apartment the following day, I ran into Duke again, this time not in a literal sense. A sneaking suspicion crept inside my heart and for a moment I believed that this time meeting Duke was not accidental. Somehow, I felt that this was planned, on Duke’s part.
“Nikkie!” he exclaimed, startling me out of my thoughts. “Just the person I wanted to talk to.” I smiled in amazement. Duke’s attention was most welcome.
“Your dad told me that you’re planning to go to London first.” He said and I rolled my eyes. “Oh, come on, Nik.” He said, softly nudging his hand against my shoulder. “Your dad is not too happy with this taking-a-year-off business of yours. He’s worried sick, you know.”
“I know.” I said and almost added how pleased I was to be told that and have my suspicions confirmed.
“Well,” continued Duke undeterred. “Why don’t you come to my office and I can give you a couple of addresses of people that I know in London, friends of mine from college who moved there years ago?”
I was reluctant.
“I can also give you the names of the agencies in London, which deal in cheap flights and accommodations throughout Europe. It might come in handy, you know.”
I nodded and felt foolish. Of course he would just try to be kind.
“Why don’t you come to my office tomorrow? I’ll have the stuff ready for you.”
Now, I might be naïve, but I’m not stupid. I saw the way he looked at me. I didn’t really care, though. I was going to stay in this god-forsaken town for another two weeks and then I’ll be gone. Should anything happen, it would have been forgotten by the time I came back, if I ever did, and I most certainly don’t play on ever coming back.
“Okay,” I nodded slowly. “I’ll come by, sure.”
“Why don’t you drop by in the evening, after you leave here?” Again, I agreed.
“Good!” He smiled and stepped closer to me, completely invading my private space and making me draw a deep breath, trying desperately not to show my discomfort. For a moment I was afraid he was going to kiss me.
“Your hair smells really nice.” He whispered. With that he turned around and was gone before I could say anything.
The rest of the day I felt like a shadow of myself. My mind raced with the speed of light, unable to concentrate on anything I saw or heard. All I could think about was meeting Duke the following day.
I took a long bath that evening, shaving my legs and armpits, and considering if I should shave anything more than that. In the end, I decided that taking care of my bikini line would have to do. I was pretty certain Duke hasn’t invited me out of kindness alone, he had alternative motives and I didn’t mind. But, should anything happen between us, he will certainly realize that I was a virgin and a shaved pussy would not come across as very modest. I used my mother’s most expensive lotions, which she kept in the back of the bathroom cabinet, always admonishing us girls not to waste them. I hardly considered this a waste.
Duke’s whisper, telling me that my hair smelt nice kept ringing in my head, driving me half mad, my body responding to the pure thought of what was probably going to happen.
Just as I was about to pull on my pajama bottoms, I paused for a moment and looked at myself in the mirror. My hand cupped my breast and squeezed it lightly; I pinched my own nipple softly and closed my eyes. I hoped to god that tomorrow would be everything I expected it to be. I had been waiting for this moment for a long time and if I was to give my virginity to Duke, I wanted it to be special.
Special? Who was I kidding? How could sleeping with a complete stranger be special, particularly if I was to give myself to him in more ways than one? Somehow, I was aware that this was an act of desperation and that fact alone would probably not make it pleasurable. I had no boyfriend or any prospects of sleeping with a man in sight. Doing it with Duke would be very safe. He was in a serious relationship and if I didn’t want anybody to know of what had happened, I was certain it could be kept a secret.
My hand left the breast, sliding down my belly and between my legs where I found the bud of my womanhood and within minutes made myself shudder with pleasure. I was about to do something I knew I shouldn’t have, but also knew I absolutely would. I had made up my mind to go through with it and that was that.
The following day was unseasonably cold and drab; light drizzle cleaning the streets of a dirty, industrial town where I had grown up. My dad was at home when I came over to do homework and it took all my strength to be able to sit still for a couple of hours and pretend like I was studying.
I kept peering at the clock on the wall and a few times wondered if the battery inside was old, making the time go slower than usual. At five o’clock sharp I closed my books and got up.
“I’ve got to go, dad.” I said and my father simply nodded, not lifting his gaze from the newspaper. I left the apartment acutely aware that when I return the following day, I would be a changed person. Nothing would ever be the same again.
I stepped out of the building and looked around as if inspecting who was about. I have not told Janie or Danielle or any of the girls about Duke. I was too reluctant in a way, one word from them might change my mind, and I really didn’t want that to happen.
I headed towards Duke’s office, which was in the opposite direction from my home. I walked with a determined step, clutching onto my math books, inside of me a volcano of fear and excitement. I had a feeling that people who were passing by could almost certainly hear my heartbeat. It was so strong that I could feel its steady rhythm in my neck.
I paused in front of the office building for a moment, aware that once I enter the front door, this will be it, no turning back. Just as I reached for the door, it opened and Duke stood there, smiling at me.
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“Hey!” he said and my heart sped up, making my ears ring.
“Hello.” I replied and accepted the invitation to enter. We walked down the hall, passed a few offices with the doors wide open and to my relief they were all empty.
“Nobody here?” I asked innocently.
“No.” Duke replied. “Everybody is gone for the day.” He reached for my hand, leading me towards the end of the hall.
I felt his strength and hoped that my hand did not shake too much. When we got to the very last office he pointed to the door and stepped aside to let me go in first. As soon as we entered and the door was safely closed behind us, he grabbed me by the forearm and pulled me towards him. I half leaned, half stumbled against him, pressing all my weight against his body.
He ran his fingers through my hair and said: “Your hair always smells so nice, Nik.”
That statement alone gave me the courage to take the initiative and I raised my face towards his, softly pressing my lips against his. He pounced on me like a cat; leaning me against the door that we had just walked through, pressing his body against mine, running his hands through my hair, and kissing me so passionately I could hardly draw breath. I was well aware that I was still clutching the books against my body. I was so nervous, I was afraid my legs might give way.
With his lips completely enveloping mine and his tongue deep inside my mouth, exploring and brushing against my teeth, his eyes closed, he had enough presence of mind to reach for my books and take them out of my hands. My eyes, on the other hand were wide open, I saw his blind attempt of putting the books on an antique mantel piece that stood behind the door, and having missed it, the books heavily slammed on the floor, startling us. He broke the kiss and smiled.
“Sorry about that.” He said and I shrugged.
Duke picked up the books and carefully placed them on the stand and taking my hand, he led me towards the couch in the middle of the office. I took a moment to look around. The place looked more like a living room than an office. Heavy, old furniture was stuffing the fairly big room, huge plants boasting their greenery in the corners, paintings of seaside landscapes and boats covering the walls.
I half expected to see an article from the newspaper with Duke’s picture somewhere on the wall, but he obviously did not want to ruin the feel of a cozy place with his own vanity. I also noticed that the shutters on the huge windows were all closed, darkening the room.
Duke made me sit on the couch and with his hands pushed my legs apart, kneeling in front of me. He leaned forward and took my face in his hands, kissing me on the mouth, on the cheeks, placing a soft peck on each eye, his tongue finding its way inside my mouth.
Of course I was kissed by other guys before, but never this passionately. As afraid as I was of what was evidently about to come, I could feel my body respond. My stomach knotted into a tight ball, and I could feel a tingle between my legs.
Duke was moaning softly, one of his hands now leaving my face and working its way down my denim shirt buttons, undoing each one impatiently and with a surprising skill.
“Wait, wait…” I panicked and he stopped, sitting back onto his heels, the other hand joining the effort of freeing me of my shirt.
“What?” he gasped, giving me a wicked smile, sexy and dangerous at the same time.
“I’ve never…you know…” I said, knowing embarrassment was more then evident. “Well, I’ve never done this before.” I finished.
Duke paused for a moment, puzzled.
I looked around, not knowing what else to add. The dreaded feeling that he had just completely lost his interest washed over me.
“You mean, you never slept with a guy?” He cocked his head questioningly.
“No, never.” I cocked mine in response.
“Oh.” He said and I thought I saw a momentary disappointment on his face. I felt trapped in my own stupidity. I put myself in this position and didn’t know how to get out of it.
“Well,” he smiled and his whole face lit up with mischief. “We don’t really have to fuck, do we?”
I winced over his crudeness, nevertheless finding myself returning his smile. Having completed the task of unbuttoning my shirt, he leaned over me again and whispered in my ear. “But I do want to see what you’re hiding in here.” He said and I could feel a wave of tingles traveling from my ear straight down my body and between my legs.
His hand reached under my shirt and found its way under my bra, cupping my breast and pinching my nipple, in the exact same way as I had done the night before. I couldn’t help but moan and this seemed to please him.
Duke kissed me on my neck, causing me to shudder with pleasure. He kissed his way down my chest, pushing the shirt over my shoulders and pulling my bra over my breasts, exposing them to a man’s eyes for the first time since I was a little girl, running around the pool naked with my sisters, oblivious to the shame that would so soon become a burden of modesty to a young woman.
He kissed my nipple, gently biting it and making me yelp in surprise.
“You seem to be ready for it.” He whispered and continued to suckle on my breast as if he was a little babe. I closed my eyes and ran my hands through his mop of brown, unruly hair. I seemed to like him more with every moment.
Without a word of resistance from me, he sat back on his heels, taking off my shirt completely, expertly undoing my bra and sliding it off my arms.
“Mmm, beautiful.” He whispered and I moaned again. This was turning out to be pretty good. Of course, like every girl in anticipation of this moment I had always pictured it to be romantic, an inevitable following of a few dates, hanging out in nightclubs, probably slightly tipsy, on a soft bed, with quiet music in the background and the works. At this particular moment, though, I didn’t particularly care. He was hot, making me hot too and I was ready for anything.
Yet, I was not ready for him to pull away all of a sudden, stand up and point somewhere behind the couch on which I was sitting, offering his hand to me. I got up and to my great dismay noticed a makeshift pallet in the corner of the adjacent, smaller room in the back; empty of all the furniture but for the huge copying machine and several maps of the area plastered on the wall. I felt silly standing in the middle of the office, half naked and shivering with embarrassment. I crossed my arms over my breasts in a gesture of modesty and he smiled.
“Don’t,” he said. “They’re so beautiful, don’t hide them.” I returned a smile but kept my arms crossed. “Come.” He said and grabbed one of my hands, leading me into the other room. “Come,” he said encouragingly again. “We’ll just play a little, it’ll be okay.”
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I followed like a lamb to the slaughter and writing this now, I still feel like that. We paused in front of the pallet and Duke gave me a hug, kissing me, and running his fingers over my back. The sensation was unfamiliar to me, but pleasurable to the point where I completely lost my head, finally returning the passionate kiss and wrapping my arms around his strong body.
“Yeah,” he whispered as he pulled his lips off mine, still holding me, pressing his pelvis against mine. I could feel hardness nudging the sensitive spot between my legs, the similar feeling of pleasure that I felt when playing with myself.
Duke stepped away from me, unzipping his pants and with virginal embarrassment, I turned away, noticing the heavy wooden door which must have lead into the hall, bordering on one side of the pallet. I panicked.
“What if somebody comes in?” I asked.
“Locked,” he responded after following my gaze to the door. “Always locked.” I sighed in relief.
Another wave of panic flushed over me and as if reading my mind, Duke answered. “The other door is locked, too.” I haven’t noticed him locking it up. “Besides, only a cleaning lady will come into the building, but not in here.”
I tried to think if I knew who was the cleaning lady of this building. It would have been just my luck that the door was not properly locked and somebody that I had known was to walk in on us. I looked back at Duke and the fear of being discovered was replaced by a shock. In a few seconds when I was freaking out over the security of the rooms we were occupying, he managed to take off all of his clothes and now stood in front me naked, but for the socks. My eyes almost popped out of my head.
This was the fist time I had ever seen a man completely naked, my first glance at the cock, let alone an erect one. A glance was all it took; I was too embarrassed to look longer. I turned away and again, my hands crossed over my chest.
Duke stepped towards me and hugged me, caressing my hair and kissing my face, his tongue seeking out my own. He slid down in front of me, kneeling and a funny thought of how much he likes kneeling ran through my mind, making me giggle.
He looked back at me and grinned. The giggle was obviously taken as what it was, a sign of embarrassment rather than mockery. He unzipped my jeans and let them drop to the floor, pulling them over my feet together with the sneakers that I wore. To my great relief, he left my panties on for the time being. I felt as if I would die on the spot were he to take them off right away. This was the first time I was naked with a man and the feeling of exhilaration was still coupled with shame.
“Come,” Duke pulled me down to him, gently pushing me onto the pallet. I laid on my back, carefully pressing my legs together, well aware that this would turn out to be more than just a little play, like Duke pointed out earlier.
He lay next to me and began kissing me all over - my face, breasts, belly, working his way down my thighs to my knees, extending his arm above my waist and gently tickling my side making me shriek in laughter. “Sshh.” He said and pulled himself back up so that we lay side by side.
“What?” I asked innocently and giggled again.
“The cleaning lady is here.” That sobered me up instantly. I was ready to jump up and put on my clothes.
“No, no.” Duke pressed me back onto the pallet. “She won’t come in, it’s locked, remember?” I looked at him and then fearfully at the door, which was so close that I could have touched it was I to extend my arm. “We’ll just have to be quiet.” He said and buried his face into my belly.
His soft kisses, tongue running over my skin, gentle pinches of my nipples and firm squeezes with his hands were driving me wild. I was aware of my body being completely turned on; I could feel the wetness between my legs. Despite the fear of what was to come, I could hardly wait for it to happen.
Very naively I suppose, I still had a notion of romantic coupling seen on TV and read of in the books. Everything was to be passionate and gentle, beautiful and satisfying.
When Duke pulled my panties off I didn’t resist. His hand stroked my inner thighs and without a thought I spread my legs enough to give him a free passage. As eager as he seemed before, he took his time now. His fingers were running over my thigh to the knee and back, barely touching the skin, giving me the feeling of light electric shocks in my leg.
It bothered me however that he laid next to me, propped up on his elbow, staring at me without saying a word, a smug grin on his face. He must have seen what his touch was doing to me. I suppose one would not have expected a virgin to be this forthcoming, but he was driving me absolutely mad with teasing.
“You want to kiss my dick?” he asked all of a sudden and I almost screamed in horror. “It’s okay,’ he smiled, “You don’t have to, we can do that some other time.” His hand reached up higher on my thigh than before, only to change its course and go back down to my knee.
Did he really say ‘the next time’? Was there to be the next time? I wanted it to be, at least at that moment I did. If what was to come was this pleasurable, I would certainly want it to happen again.
Finally, his hand pushed further up my inner thigh, making me spread my legs even more and for the first time in my life, I felt somebody else’s fingers on my clitty. The feeling is almost impossible to describe and I hope I never forget it. I was already turned on and when he brushed his fingers against my pussy I yelped, trying hard to keep it to myself, but didn’t quite succeed. He placed his finger on my clitty and held it there for a few moments, still but with slight pressure applied.
“You like that?” he asked and I closed my eyes in shame and pleasure. “Tell me, Nikkie, please.” He whispered and the pressure on my clitty intensified. I thought I was going to cry, I felt so good. “Do you…?
“Yes, yes, oh yes.” I gasped and felt his finger starting to make delicate circles around my clitty, then on top of it, as if trying to circle the little bud itself. My thighs twitched and I moaned, aware that I might look silly, but not caring.
He kept rubbing my clitty and pressing his fingers against my pussy, kissing my neck at the same time, then tracing his tongue to my breast and suckling on my nipple, all the while his fingers between my legs never stopped working.
I could feel the pleasure in my belly intensifying and I could not believe that I was so close to cumming, having it done so many times by myself, but it never seemed to be this pleasurable. As if from a great distance, I remember hearing my best friend’svoice explaining that it had taken her a long time before she cummed with her boyfriend. Months, I think she said.
Well, Janie – I thought – it won’t take months for me.
I was grateful that Duke didn’t try and make me touch his dick or like he asked me before take it in my mouth. I was too freaked out, yet. After all, this was my first time.
Just as I was certain that a few more brushes against my clitty were going to send me over the edge and into a whirlpool of pleasure such as I have not experienced before, Duke pulled his hand away and to my disappointment and anticipation, but still terror, knelt between my legs, hooking his arms under my knees and driving them up, so that they were almost pressed against my belly.
He didn’t say anything this time, his face serious with concentration over what he was doing. I finally gathered the courage to look at his dick again and it appeared funny to me. The sight of its purplish head almost made me burst into laughter. Until, that is, I felt it press against the entrance of my pussy, which by that time was well lubed with my own juices.
I wanted to ask him to please continue with what he was doing before. I thought maybe I should tell him how close I was to cumming, but the inexperience had made me keep quiet in embarrassment. Having positioned himself, Duke looked in my eyes and slowly pushed forward. The unfamiliar feeling of an intruder entering my body made me squirm.
Janie told me that the first time usually hurts; sometimes a lot, but I felt no pain yet. Duke paused a little and pushed in farther. I could see the sweat beads gathering on his forehead. Then he shoved in deeper and the first pain in my stomach made me grab his arms, and jump up as if trying to squirm from under him and sit up.
I think he must have anticipated that and he lay on top of me, his belly against mine, his arms pushing my legs horizontally on my body, opening me up completely. He pushed in again and the pain became more pronounced, intensifying each time he shoved, until I thought I couldn’t take it anymore.
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“Please stop!” I gasped, but Duke kept pushing deeper, now holding onto my arms as if trying to pull himself all the way inside of me. The searing pain of his dick entering my virgin pussy was incredible. Suddenly, I felt as if something inside me had snapped and I couldn’t keep quiet. I didn’t scream off the top of my lungs as I wanted to, but the groan was loud and if anybody was listening, they must have heard it.
“Stop, stop!” I begged and he stopped but didn’t pull out.
“It’s all the way in, now, sweetheart.” He whispered, gently kissing me on the lips. I didn’t want to be kissed. “It’s going to get better, you’ll see.” He said and I seriously doubted that this pain would simply go away. “It’s alright, I can wait.” He said.
I didn’t want him to wait. I wanted him to pull out and let me go.
After a few moments he started pumping in and out very gently, his movements barely visible to an eye, but to my pussy, each one seemed like an assault with a thick bat. The burning pain traveled into my belly and I cringed, trying hard not to start crying.
He was wrong. It did not get any better. He was fucking me softly for what seemed like an hour to me, although I’m certain it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes.
“Be careful.” I said. If I couldn’t get him to stop, I hoped I could at least make sure he didn’t cum inside me. How foolish not to use a condom. Again, by Janie’s instructions, I didn’t even think of a condom. She told me that the first time with a condom is an absolute agony. How much more of an agony than this could it be, I couldn’t imagine.
“Oh, baby,” he whispered and started pumping in and out more forcefully, the pain in my stomach still beyond anything I imagined.
All of a sudden I heard something bang against the door where we lay, just inches from my face. My eyes popped in horror and I looked at Duke, ready to become completely hysterical.
He shook his head and pouted his lips in a quiet ‘sshh’, his pelvis not missing a beat. I could not believe the situation I have gotten myself into. Here I was, in an office of all places, laying on the blanket, in the process of losing my virginity to someone I cared absolutely nothing about, which I’m sure was the case with Duke as well, and a cleaning woman was banging her broom against the door, hopefully oblivious of what was going on the other side.
After a couple of additional fairly forceful bangs, I heard her footsteps moving away from the door, farther down the hall. I sighed in relief, but just for a moment. As I looked at Duke, I saw a satisfied grin on his face. “I thought she’d never leave.” He whispered and despite the pain and discomfort I smiled back.
“Cos,” he continued and I could feel his grip on my arms tighten. “I’m ready to cum, baby!” With that, his pumping intensified, turning into forceful rammings, oblivious to my whimpering and squirming, trying to see it through, terrified at the length of time it was taking him to finish.
I freed my arms and pressed against his chest as if to shove him off. I tighten up my body, as if trying to push the invasive dick out of my sore pussy and this seemed to fire Duke up even more. “Yeah,” he gasped, “That’s right, squeeze me!” he said fucking me hard now, each thrust causing me a new wave of burning pain. “Squeeze my dick, Nikkie!” he kept on and I kept trying to push him out while he continued the assault on my tender part.
The weirdest thing was that despite the pain, it felt good. With each thrust deeper inside, his pelvis pressed against my clitty, giving me pleasure despite the hopeless situation and an understanding that I would not achieve the peak that I almost did before he entered me.
I looked at him and his face was almost as purple as his dick’s head was when I saw him naked. The veins on his forehead and neck were popping out, he was sweaty, his eyes shut, his mouth slightly open with the tongue pressed against the upper lip. He was a handsome man, but seeing him at that particular moment, he looked completely different, pleasurable intoxication making his face ugly.
In my inexperience I couldn’t quite tell when he was cumming and didn’t moan about being careful, again. I didn’t think he could fuck me any harder, but the last few thrusts were so powerful, he moved us both up on the blanket, scraping my back against the rough material. His body surged forward and his chest swayed in front of my face. Determined to return some of the pain that he was causing me, I sucked onto his erect nipple and bit down harder than I meant to, causing him to yell out in pain, his dick completely buried inside of me, Duke still pumping without pulling out now. I could feel the throbbing of his dick, as he was cumming, his body shuddering in a wave of pleasure, a deep groan escaping his throat.
For a few moments afterwards, he remained still between my legs, his upper body supported on his hands, his muscular chest above me. I could feel him relax, his face smoothed over, the redness slowly dissipating.
As if he had only just realized I was there he looked down at me and smiled. I didn’t feel like smiling. He slowly pulled out, which again caused a burning sensation inside my pussy, but not as bad as before.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked and lifted his body off mine, laying next to me. I could feel his cum oozing out of me and the feeling was uncomfortable. I meant to tell him that he was supposed to be careful and not cum inside, but I couldn’t be bothered. It wouldn’t make any difference. I quietly hoped that the saying of the first fuck not resulting in pregnancy was true.
I felt cold and dirty. I didn’t want to lie around and cuddle and I got the feeling Duke felt the same. I sat up and he handed me a small towel to wipe myself off. With that gesture I realized that this was all planned. The pallet was deliberately spread out for me. Duke telling me that we didn’t have to fuck, just play around a bit was bullshit and I fell for it. I had no one to blame but myself.
I quietly wiped myself off, noticing traces of blood mixed with his sperm. I got up and dressed and Duke did the same. While he was pulling his clothes on, he did not look at me once. Only when I was all dressed and ready to go, walking towards the entrance, he came after me. “Wait, wait.” He said and hugged me. Despite the bad experience that I had just had, I was grateful for that hug.
He leaned over and kissed me, gently like a lover, and I loved him for it.
That happened a week ago. I had my final exam yesterday and hope that I will pass, I won’t get the results until tomorrow. I haven’t seen Duke since the day in his office and I’m not looking forward to seeing him again. Each time I leave my dad’s apartment I am careful to check the street before I step out.
I’m glad I did it but then again, I’m not. I probably should have waited. I finally told Janie yesterday and she seemed disappointed. I didn’t know she had fancied him and she didn’t tell me so, but I could gather from her reaction. Well, I can’t help it now. I’m leaving for London on Sunday and I’m excited. Duke never gave me any of the addresses that he promised and I didn’t ask. I think I might be better off without them, anyway.
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My name is Adam, I had just turned 14 and I never really got into sex that much. I was 5’ 10" and had about a 7 inch cock. I liked it, and I thought it was a pretty good size. I had never seen a girl naked. Well thats not what I meant. Sure, Ive had my share of Masturbations a few times, but
nothing very serious. I dont find myself very attractive that much, but I have had a few
Girlfriends. It was a little after Christmas and I had Gotten a few gifts. Id been working
out quite a bit lately and I had developed some impressive muscles.
Anyway I had gotten caught up in talking on the phone with all my friends repeating
all the “WHAT DID YA GET?” conversations. Yeah I felt like a happy little 8-year-old. All my
Friends had gotten Dirtbikes and were all riding them outside (I already had one from 2
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back of them. I had slept in today and it was around 4:30 PM when I awoke. Yeah, I slept
late. I heard the doorbell ring and I scrambled around to grab a good shirt. I grabbed one
and ran to the door. It was Dave, Ashley, and Josh. They were begging me to go riding with them (dirty thoughts heh). So I went outside for a while. I always tried to impress Ashley and Kathryn (the only 2 girls worth looking at in my nieghborhood). Ashley was about 5’ 5" and had some real nice tits (around 36Cs). Her ass was a nice size too, nice and round. Kat (Kathryn) was a nice burnette and had hair down to her breast. She was around 5’ 7". She had huge tits. I never knew her actual size but i sware they were almost DD. She had perfect figure, but she had a less-nice ass. I fantized about them ALL THE TIME.
We all got hot and sweaty and all hung out in my friend Marks garage. He had a pretty crappy TV in there, but we spent more time talking than watching. We talked a long time untill it got untill about midnight. Then we all headed home. I got lucky and got to walk Ashley home. She said thanks for walking her home (she was scared of the dark) and gave me a hug. I could feel a slight lump in my jeans. She walked next door and I made sure she got in safe. Then I
stepped inside, and took off my clothes and stepped in the shower, washed up, and went to sleep.
A few days passed and we did the same things every day, ride, hung out, walked her home, untill one day we went to Kats house instead of Marks. We hung out in there and talked like any old night. This night when we walked home, it was a much longer walk. and I walked Ashley home. We took the woods so it would be much quicker. We walked and talked, and she looked beautiful in the moonlight. We came behind my house and she we stared into each others eyes. She was wearing a flimsy shirt and I could almost see down to her tits. I was scared she would catch me. I stared into her eyes too. Then something happened, she moved toward me. I instinctively met her lips. This was the first real contact I had with a girl. I instantly got a erection. I hope she didnt see it. She said she will see me later and I went inside and blew off a load.
The next day I stayed in my room. I didnt go riding with my friends. The doorbell rang about once every hour. My parents werent home so I couldnt go riding anyway. About 4 I went to the door. It was Ashley, she, as I predicted, wanted me to go riding. I told her I couldnt because my parents werent home. She then had a lustful smile on her face. She stepped inside and wrapped her arms around me. I shut the door and locked it. She walked into my den and sat on the couch. I quickly followed.
“Adam, Ive always wanted you alone with me,” she said. She took my hand and set it on her breast. “Please, Ive always been horny around you, and Ive always wondered how big you were.”
She then reached her free hand down and started to touch the rising bulge in my pants. This send my cock into a wild rage. It started throbbing and she could feel it. She let go of my other hand and took off her shirt. She unhooked her bra and let it drop. I slowly started massaging her tits in my hands. She let out a few moans of pleasure. I bent down and started sucking on her nipples, which were now becoming hard and erect. She unzipped my pants and out came my cock, ready for anything she was willing to do.
I almost fell off the couch trying to get my pants off, and when I turned around she only had her pantys on. My prick throbbed when I saw her. She slowly moved forward and wrapped her fingers around my member. Boy is she beautiful.
“Sit Down” she said. I obeyed. I was her puppet, her slave, she had total control over me. I layed back as she started slowly stroking my penis. She teased me by just kissing the head. She then bend down and started to suck it! Taking in all 7 inches, I could have came right then and there. I moaned, loudly. She picked up her pace and kept stroking whatever she didnt have in her mouth. After about 2 minutes she asked if I was ready to cum. I was in pure bliss and with a mix of emotion and pleasure. I let out the slightest, yes, as a grunt almost. She quickened her pace even further! When I came I could feel my legs collapse then all I felt was pleasure. She sucked every last bit of my cum out of my throbbing prick. She lustfully looked at me.
“Get on the ground” she said. She straddled my chest and told me to fufill my lustful desires. I
immediately tenderly grabbed her hips and layed her down. I moved to her tits, and started kissing down from her breast to her belly button. I licked down to her pantys and pulled them down. They were so SO wet. I started licking her clit and fingering her wet pussy. I pulled my fingers out and tasted her juices myself. Her fluids were really pumping because she really started to moan. Then, I dug my tounge as far into her as possible. “Ohhh Adam… Ive dreamed about this so long! Please! PLEASE! DIG DEEPER, DIG DEEPER! AHHHH” She came with incredible force, and it shook the house, and my mouth filled with her pussy juice, it tasted so so sweet. She layed there panting.
She sat up after about 3 minutes of panting. She told me she had to be fucked NOW. I told her to get up against the wall and lean over. She was breathing loudly and quickly as I stuck my 7 inch member up to her cunt. She pulled her hand back and guided my cock into her so long waited cunt. I pushed with all my might, but I only got 5 inches in at first. “Ohhhh!” She yelled, “Not so hard! PLEASE! OW! Oh, there you go, oh yess, ohhhhh.” I pulled out and thrust in slowly and softly. She kept moaning and moaning. I threw my pace into overdrive. I was going and going. She screamed as she had her orgasm. She started moving her pussy back and forth as she came so it would milk my cock. I kept moving my cock as I came closer and closer to cumming. Then It happened. My cock erupted like a volcano of jizz. I felt the cum hit the sides of her pussy. I fell backwards and sat on the table in the middle of the room. She just sat there, bent over on the wall, with cum and pussy juice dripping out her cunt. She turned around and said I was the best and we would have to do that again some time.
When she was heading out, she gave my a kiss on my cheek, and now that was part of our routine like everything else.
The End !!!
Have A Nice Rainy Monday Evening To All !!!
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David_Ginola
Bro birdie..gd evening…..tks for ur virgin janie…makes me have a hardon….swee
You’re always welcome bro D_G .
Will post some stories later if got time . If not will be tonight . Stay Tune !!!
Good The Evening To All Bro’s And Sis’s !!!
Here’s the first story for tonight as promise - Title : A Whisky & Lemonade . Enjoy !
Ethan ran upstairs to his bedroom to get dressed. He put on a pair of boxer shorts. His thing was not as hard as before, but it hung out the left leg of his shorts. He put on his jeans and looked at himself in the mirror. His thing clearly stood out against his left leg. He sighed and took the jeans off.
Somewhere in his dresser was a pair of jockey shorts he no longer wore. He found them buried in the bottom drawer. He took off the boxers, put on the jockeys, and put the boxers back on over them.
Immediately, he was uncomfortable. The jockeys were too tight. His penis grew even harder, straining against the underwear. He looked at himself in the mirror again. At least he couldn’t see the outline of it against his leg. It was terribly uncomfortable, but nobody would laugh.
He put on his jeans and shoes and a shirt and went downstairs. Mom and Mrs. Thorn were still in the kitchen, having tea. He went out to the garage and turned on the light. The car was waiting patiently for him. He stood back to look at it for a few seconds. It was a 1966 GTO, his grandfather’s. On the workbench, by the repair manual, were three two-barrel carburetors. It took him two weeks to strip them down, clean and reassemble them. Today was as good a day as any to put them back on.
He raised the hood. The engine lurked beneath like a wild animal restrained by a cage. At the top, the three holes in the manifold were covered with masking tape. Ethan removed the tape from the rear hole, picked up the carb marked for that spot, and placed it carefully over the four mounting studs.
In his mind, he saw the cheerleaders going through their routines. They had slender waists and smooth legs and their chests jiggled and bounced. He grew stiff again. He stopped tightening the bolts on the carburetor to adjust his penis in his shorts. The harder it grew, the more uncomfortable it got. Shifting it in his shorts only made it harder. His penis finally slipped through the leg of the jockeys. He shook his legs a few times until it was hanging down his jeans against his left leg. That was better, but the band of the jockeys was too tight, cutting into his thing.
He heard a footstep and turned around quickly, taking his hands away from his groin. Mrs. Thorn’s eyebrows arched up. She was looking down at his groin.
“Uncomfortable, Ethan?” she said.
Ethan blushed and stared at the floor. “Just … a little tight.”
Mrs. Thorn smirked. “I’ll bet.”
She leaned against the fender of the GTO and looked in at the engine. Her large breasts rested on her folded arms, bulging from the halter top like they might burst out.
“This is a nice car, Ethan,” she said.
“It was my grandfather’s.”
“Looks like it belongs to you.”
Ethan just nodded and stared at her out of the corner of his eye. One of her long legs kicked up and her backside moved side to side. Mrs. Thorn was not like the girls he knew. Her chest was much bigger and she had longer legs than any of those girls. He badly wanted to touch Mrs. Thorn, to see how her body felt.
“You probably can’t wait to drive it, can you?” Mrs. Thorn said as she moved around to the front of the car.
“No, ma’am,” Ethan said. His eyes were on her breasts, watching the way they jiggled.
“You’re what, nineteen now, aren’t you?”
“Yeah.”
She started to say something, but lost her balance. Her arms went out and she fell back against him. Ethan caught her around her waist. His fingers touched her breasts. He was right; they were soft. Her butt pressed against the front of his jeans and his hard penis lodged in the crack between her cheeks.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Ethan,” she said. Her butt moved side to side on his stiffness and she leaned against him for a few seconds. “I just wanted to get a better look. Would you hold me up?”
Mrs. Thorn bent forward to look over the front grill. Ethan’s hands moved down her waist to her hips. Her butt pressed more firmly against the front of his jeans. His eyes rolled up.
“That’s a really nice machine you have here. You’ll have to take me for a ride some time.”
“Sure,” Ethan said, but as she stood up and left, he got the feeling she was talking about something else.
He couldn’t move. His penis was as hard as a rock and stretched down the leg of his jeans. The leg band of the jockeys cut into it painfully. There was no way it would go soft and he couldn’t go out to dinner with it sticking out like that.
He leaned back on the stool. Mrs. Thorn’s butt felt incredible. He never would have believed being touched by a girl like that would have felt so good. He rubbed his thing through his jeans and gasped. His knees became weak. He sat for a long time with his hands on his knees, trying not to touch it.
From behind the car, he watched the neighbor across the street watering his lawn, and a few cars that drove by, until he couldn’t stand it any longer. He had to do something. He couldn’t go in; Mom would see him like this. Besides, he didn’t think he could walk. Maybe if he took it out of his tight shorts, the cool air of the garage would make it go soft.
He opened his jeans, pushed down the front of his boxers and the jockeys, and pulled out his thing. He sighed. The tension eased from his body. He let his weight settle on the stool.
The jockey shorts were a bad idea. He could not stand being so uncomfortable all the time. There had to be another way. He would just stop thinking about girls, that was all. He wouldn’t think about them and his thing wouldn’t get hard. He wouldn’t think about their soft chests or their round butts or their long legs …
The cool air wasn’t working. He was still as hard as a rock and it wasn’t getting softer. He lifted his penis. The skin burned like it was on fire. He never understood how it got so big. It was like it happened all of a sudden. He couldn’t remember it being so big until one day when he was younger and noticed it for the first time. Now it was about as long as his forearm and as thick as his wrist. He squeezed. It felt like there was a piece of wood under the skin. It got hard sometimes in the morning when he woke up and had to pee, or in the middle of the night when he was having a dream. It got hard, too, when he looked at girls, like those cheerleaders, or when he just thought about them. He moved his hand back and forth and gasped. That felt good. He squeezed and moved his hand back and forth and groaned. His knees felt weak. He did it again and groaned again. He moved his hand all the way up to the end, then all the way back down to the bottom.
Ethan closed his eyes and saw Mrs. Thorn again, saw her big breasts and her long legs, and the way her slender waist fit in his hands and the way her butt pressed against his groin when she bent over. His penis spasmed and he grunted. It felt too good to stop. His hand moved faster. He moaned as his hand pumped. His penis spasmed again and he groaned and opened his eyes. He started to cum and his stuff shot out the end. His penis spasmed again and more stuff shot out. It was white and thick and splattered on the floor. He stared with his mouth hanging open. Over and over, it spurted from his penis and landed on the floor.
Pam was leaning against the fender of the car to his left. Ethan froze. She was looking right at him, and grinned. He blushed and tried to pull his jeans up, but couldn’t get them over his hard penis.
“That was nice,” Pam said.
“What do you want?” Ethan turned away.
Pam stood upright and her grin disappeared.
“Mom wants you to go to the store.” She turned and walked out of the garage.
Ethan groaned. He looked down at his penis. It was still hard.
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The sun was strong and straight overhead. Ethan was dripping with sweat. The stifling heat had sapped his strength. He stood in the driveway, holding the basketball, no longer with the energy to even dribble. Sweat dripped from his face and bare chest and evaporated as soon as it hit the pavement. He needed some relief, and the air conditioning inside just wasn’t going to do it. He needed to sink himself in some cool water. He needed to go swimming in the Thorn’s pool.
Their driveway was empty. Perfect. They invited him and his sister to use their pool anytime they wanted, but he preferred to swim when they weren’t home. Mrs. Thorn was all right, but Mr. Thorn always wanted to tell him one of his long stories.
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This was the Fourth of July weekend, though, and they had probably gone away somewhere. Ethan grabbed his t-shirt and went inside to put on his swim trunks. He changed in his room, grabbed a towel from the closet, and ran next door. The gate of the tall, wooden fence was unlocked, as he expected. He went in. The water in the pool shimmered in the sunlight like a beckoning oasis. He tossed the towel on a lawn chair, kicked off his basketball shoes, and dove in.
Gayle Thorn picked up the bag of groceries, unlocked the front door, went in and set her keys and purse on the table beside the door. She took the groceries out of the bag and put them in the refrigerator.
She heard a splash. Someone was in the pool. She leaned over the sink to see out the window. The water was rippling. She rushed out of the kitchen to the sliding glass doors in the living room. Her worst fear had always been that one of the young children in the neighborhood would wander into the backyard and fall into the pool. If that happened, she would never forgive herself.
A head appeared in the water. It was Ethan. He swam to the far side of the pool and climbed out. Gayle smiled. Ethan was no longer the scrawny young kid she watched growing up next door. He had grown lean and tall.
Ethan trotted to the diving board, leaving a wet trail on the cement. He climbed up to the board, walked out to the end, bounced a few times, and dove in. Gayle closed her eyes, remembering the way she saw him in the garage a few weeks ago. She’d seen a lot of cocks in her time, but never one as big as the one in Ethan’s jeans.
Ethan climbed out, ran to the diving board, and dove in again.
Francis did not believe her when she told him. He claimed that since she did not actually see it uncovered or touched it, she could not accurately judge its size. When she told him how she bent over and pressed her ass to his groin, he was equally disbelieving. According to him, she could not measure the dimensions of a man’s cock with her ass. She told him he was full of shit.
Ethan floated on his back, kicking and splashing with his feet. Gayle had an idea. She would find out exactly what Ethan had in his shorts, and she knew just how to do it.
Ethan drifted slowly on his back with his eyes closed. The sun was warm on his face. The cool water reenergized him. He would have gone back to play more basketball, but he was too relaxed, and having too much fun in the pool. Pam always said diving in the deep end was the most fun. Now he knew what she meant.
He felt his penis stirring in his shorts. Pam told him about having sex and said it was supposed to feel good, better than when he did it with his hand. He wanted to ask her to show him, but he didn’t think he should. But maybe she would touch it. She saw it once already and said it was nice. If he got the chance, he would ask her to touch it. Just the thought of doing that with her made him stiff.
He climbed out of the pool and went to the diving board. He walked to the end, standing with his toes over the edge. He held out his arms, bounced a few times and dove in, slicing neatly into the water with his arms over his head like the point of a knife. Pumping with his feet, he paddled straight down, touched the bottom like he did every time, then pushed himself up. His head broke the surface. He wiped the water from his eyes, brushed his hair back, and paddled to the edge.
As he lifted himself out, he froze. The sliding glass door opened. Mrs. Thorn emerged from the darkness of the house, carrying two tall glasses with ice and straws and a bottle of suntan lotion. She wore dark, tortoise shell sunglasses, high heeled black shoes, and a pink bikini that was barely more than three tiny patches of fabric to cover her chest and … Ethan stared at the tiny triangle below her belly button … Her pussy. His jaw dropped. He teetered on the edge of the pool and grabbed the ladder railing.
“Hi, Ethan. I made lemonade. Would you like some?” she said.
She walked to the table by the lawn chair and set the glasses and the lotion down. Her huge breasts bounced with every step. Her entire body was a deep bronze color.
“Sure,” Ethan said. He walked slowly to the table, trying not to stare at her chest. His thing was already hard in his shorts.
Mrs. Thorn was smiling. He took a deep drink of lemonade and coughed.
“Pretty strong?” Mrs. Thorn said.
Ethan wiped his mouth. “What’s in this?”
“I put a shot of whisky in it. Do you like it?”
Ethan coughed again. “Whisky?”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. You probably never had whisky,” Mrs. Thorn said. She took the glass and wiped his chin. “Are you ok?”
Ethan nodded. “Fine.”
“Good.”
She took a long drink of lemonade. While her head was tilted back, Ethan stared at her chest. The tiny pieces of pink fabric barely covered her nipples and the strings cut into her soft flesh. His penis twitched and grew harder. It had to be pushing out the front of his shorts, but he didn’t care.
Mrs. Thorn set her glass down. Her eyes glanced down to his shorts.
“Would you do me a favor?” she said.
“Sure.”
She handed him the bottle of cocoa butter lotion. “Would you put lotion on my back?”
Without waiting for an answer, she straddled the reclining lawn chair and lay down on her belly. Ethan’s eyes opened wide. The strip of pink fabric on the back of the bikini bottom disappeared between the cheeks of her butt.
“Go ahead,” she said, her head turned to the side to look up at him. “Don’t take too long. I burn easily. My skin is delicate, you know.”
Ethan’s hands trembled. He couldn’t take his eyes off her butt. He never saw anything that looked so good in his life. He swallowed hard and sat down on the edge of the lawn chair. His knee touched her bare hip. He tried to pull away, but she moved her legs so she was touching him again.
“Don’t skimp on the lotion, honey. Make sure you use plenty,” Mrs. Thorn said. She rested her chin on her folded hands.
Ethan uncapped the lotion and squirted it into his palm. His hands shook. His erection strained to get out of his shorts. His hands hovered a few inches over her shoulders. Mrs. Thorn had a small smile on her lips, but he couldn’t tell if her eyes were open or closed through the dark glasses. He swallowed hard and touched her shoulder.
“Mmm, that’s nice,” Mrs. Thorn said.
Ethan’s eyes rolled back in his head. Her skin was soft and warm. His hand moved slowly in a circular pattern over her shoulder, smearing the lotion. Her skin became slick and shiny. He squirted more lotion on her other shoulder and rubbed it in. He squirted some on the small of her back and spread it on her skin, running his hands over the gentle curve of her waist.
“Lower,” Mrs. Thorn said.
Ethan moved his hands down her back until his fingers grazed the top of the bikini bottom. He groaned and shifted uncomfortably on the edge of the lawn chair.
“Lower, Ethan,” Mrs. Thorn said. “You don’t want me to sunburn my ass, do you?”
Ethan stared at her butt. The round cheeks seemed to be waiting for him. He squirmed, dying to take his thing out of his shorts and rub it.
“No, ma’am,” he said.
He squirted a blob of lotion on each cheek and smeared it around, his hand barely touching her skin. Her hips rocked slowly and her butt rose to meet his hand.
“Now get my front side,” Mrs. Thorn said, and rolled over. “Start with my legs.”
Ethan’s hands were not shaking as much, but he was sweating and his heart was pounding. He squirted the lotion up her near leg in a line from her ankle to the middle of her thigh. He started at her ankle and moved up.
“That’s good, Ethan.” Her legs spread a bit. He could see a few wispy hairs poking out from under the thin, pink strip of fabric. She put her hand on his and moved it to the inside of her thigh. “Don’t forget to get down in here.”
She moved his hand way up her leg. His fingers pressed against her warm crotch. She moaned softly, moved his hand down, then back up, moaning again. Her hips arched off the chair.
“Are you thirsty?” she said. She let go of his hand and sat up to take a drink of lemonade.
Ethan snatched his hand back and pressed both over his lap, keeping his legs squeezed together.
“Yeah,” he said. He swallowed and his throat was dry.
She handed him his glass. As he tilted it back to drink, Mrs. Thorn removed her bikini top and lay back, stretching her arms over her head. Ethan coughed and sputtered, spilling lemonade down his chin to his bare chest.
“Could you do my front side really good? My husband likes it when I don’t have any tan lines,” she said.
Ethan could not move. The condensation from the glass dripped on his leg, but he could not take his eyes off her chest. She wiggled her butt in the chair and they jiggled. The pink nipples at the tips were hard points.
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Ethan put down the glass and picked up the bottle of lotion. He held it out, but hesitated. Should he put his hands right on them, or should he start on her belly? Would she be mad if he touched them? He started on her belly, just to be safe, but stared at her chest. He rubbed the lotion in small circles over her belly button. Her butt wiggled and she made soft moaning noises.
“Let me help,” she said, and reached for the bottle of lotion.
She held it upside down and let the white lotion dribble on her chest. The drops landed with a splat. Ethan’s mouth fell open. She closed the cap and set the bottle on the table.
“Now spread that around for me, honey,” she said.
Ethan looked at his hands. She wanted him to put them on her chest. He held them out over each breast, closed his eyes and lowered them.
“Oh yes, Ethan,” she said.
He groaned. They were so soft. He rubbed his hands lightly over them, then squeezed. He groaned again and shifted uncomfortably.
Mrs. Thorn’s hand touched his knee. Ethan froze except for his hands. Her fingers moved slowly up his leg to the bottom edge of his shorts. He was sure she would stop there, but she didn’t. Her hand moved over the front of his shorts, right over his hard thing.
“My goodness, Ethan. You’ve certainly grown up big and strong,” she said.
Ethan’s eyes rolled shut. Her hand moved back and forth along his thing, squeezing. Her hand felt good, much better than when he did it, just like Pam said. Then her hand was gone. Mrs. Thorn sat up.
“Would you like more lemonade?” she said.
Ethan started to speak but had no voice and cleared his throat.
“Yes ma’am” he said.
She picked up the two empty glasses and started toward the house.
“Come on inside with me, honey.” She opened the sliding glass door. He was still sitting on the edge of the lawn chair, his hands over his lap. She looked over the tops of her sunglasses. “What are you waiting for?”
Ethan stalled as long as he could. He stood up slowly, his hands covering the front of his shorts. His penis shifted on its own and popped out of the inner part of the swim trunks. It pushed outward against his hands, hanging out the leg of his shorts. He walked toward her stiffly and could feel cool air blowing on the tip.
“Move your hands, Ethan,” Mrs. Thorn said. “Don’t hide it, hon. A tool like that is something to be proud of.”
Ethan slowly lowered his hands. Mrs. Thorn smiled.
“There you go.”
She went inside. He followed and closed the door. She refilled both glasses with a pitcher of lemonade, opened a bottle of brown stuff with a black label, and poured a bit into each glass. She stirred his with her finger, licked her finger, and handed him the glass.
“Try that.”
Ethan took a sip and coughed. It burned his throat.
“Too strong? Let me fix that for you, dear,” Mrs. Thorn said. She took his glass, raised it to her lips and tilted her head back. The lemonade spilled over her cheeks and chin, down on her bare breasts, and all the way down her legs to the floor. Ethan’s mouth fell open.
Mrs. Thorn let out a big, refreshed sigh and set the glass down. She leaned back against the counter with her hands on the edge. Her eyes looked down at the front of his shorts.
“Show it to me, Ethan.”
“Wh-What?”
She pointed to his groin. “I want to see what you got in them trunks, son.”
Ethan’s breath caught in his throat.
“Don’t be nervous, now. Just show it to me.”
Ethan’s hands were shaking. He tried to think of what he should do, but his mind was a blank. He hooked his thumbs over the elastic band at the waist.
“Just take them all the way off. It’ll be easier that way,” she said. Her fingers teased her nipple.
Ethan hesitated. “What will be easier?”
“Fucking. You do want to fuck me, don’t you? Because, honey, I can’t wait to get that tool up my slot.”
Her hand slipped down into the tiny bikini bottoms. Her legs spread. Ethan couldn’t tell what she was doing there. He just watched the way her fingers moved under the thin fabric. He pushed his shorts to the floor and stepped out.
Mrs. Thorn sighed and her eyes widened.
“Oh, sugar, you are all man. Don’t let anyone tell you different. Now bring that tool over here for me.”
He walked toward her across the kitchen, his wet, bare feet slapping on the linoleum floor. His penis was so hard it ached, and it swung in front of him with every step like some misshapen appendage.
Mrs. Thorn held out her hand and let his thing glide into it. Ethan flinched. She closed her fingers around it and stroked slowly.
“Good Lord, Ethan. You’re going to make a lot of girls happy with this, let me tell you.”
“Happy how?”
Mrs. Thorn looked confused. “Have you never done this, son?”
“No, ma’am,” Ethan said. He didn’t want to admit he had no idea what she was talking about.
Mrs. Thorn chuckled as she took off the bikini bottoms.
“I guess we’re both in for a special treat today.”
She set her feet apart, put her hand on her crotch and spread herself open. Ethan stared between her legs. She had a small patch of curly hair down there, and a moist, pink area between her fingers. Was that what Pam meant by a pussy?
“Bring it here, Ethan,” she said. Her voice was low and hoarse.
He took a step closer. She put her hand around his thing, raised it and pointed the tip at the tiny, pink area between her legs. She pulled. He moved closer. She put one hand on his shoulder and hooked one leg around his hip. The end of his thing touched that pink area. He gasped. It was warm and wet. Part of it sunk into her.
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“Now push, hon. Just push slow,” she said.
Ethan pushed with his hips. The flared end of his penis disappeared inside her. They both groaned at the same time. He pushed again. Mrs. Thorn squealed and bit her lower lip. Her eyes were squeezed shut.
“Oh sweet Jesus,” she said.
This was what Pam was trying to tell him. A girl’s pussy was warm and wet and tight and smothered his penis. She never could have explained how good it felt. He only could have found out by doing it like this.
Ethan put a hand on each of Mrs. Thorn’s hips and pushed himself forward. Her body seemed to resist him, but when he squeezed her hips and pulled her toward him, his penis slowly sunk deeper.
“Oh God … Oh God, Ethan,” Mrs. Thorn cried. She hugged him tightly to her body. Her chin rested on his shoulder and she moaned in his ear. She ran her hands down to his lower back.
“That’s deep enough. Fuck me now, sweetie. You know how to do it,” she whispered in his ear.
Ethan was still for a few seconds, panting, trying to sort out everything that was happening. His thing felt like it was going to explode. He could not think how to describe being enveloped by the warmth and wetness of her body. Her long legs were wrapped around him, her big, soft breasts were pressed flat against his chest, and her hands were running over his back and butt.
He moved his hips back, then forward.
“That’s it. That’s it. Just like that,” Mrs. Thorn said with a soft moan.
Ethan closed his eyes. His hips moved faster, as if on their own. Mrs. Thorn squeezed his butt.
“Slow down, Ethan,” she said. “Don’t rush it, hon. Take your time.”
Ethan took a few seconds to catch his breath. Her hips moved in his hands. He moved his own hips slowly, just like before, out a little bit, then back in.
“Yes. Yes, I knew you’d be good at this,” Mrs. Thorn whispered. Her lips brushed his earlobe.
Ethan pumped his hips again, pushing himself as deep into her as he could. Mrs. Thorn rocked her hips at the same speed. Her moaning got louder.
“Oh Ethan … Oh Ethan, you’re gonna make me cum,” she said.
He didn’t understand what she meant. He didn’t want to stop to find out. Something was happening inside him, the same thing that happened when he rubbed his thing with his hand, only this time it was much better. Mrs. Thorn was screaming. Her body thrust against him in convulsions. Her arms and legs clamped around his body. Her pussy tightened around his thing, and he exploded.
He threw his head back. His thing throbbed painfully. His knees got weak and he put his hand on the edge of the counter to hold himself up. Mrs. Thorn’s screams became weak moans, and her body became limp. Her head rolled back. He wrapped his arms around her waist to hold her up.
“Mrs. Thorn? Mrs. Thorn?” he said.
She raised her head, looked both ways, and smiled.
“Good God, Ethan.” She put both hands on his cheeks and kissed him, plunging her tongue into his mouth.
Ethan froze. Her tongue felt slimy and weird, but it stirred a feeling deep in his stomach. He squeezed her breast. Her back arched. He was still hard inside her and began moving his hips again. Mrs. Thorn raised her head and gasped, staring into his eyes with her mouth open. Her lipstick was smeared.
Her hips rocked with his, slowly at first, then faster. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. Her moans were high pitched squeaks. She laid her head on his shoulder, and it was happening again. Her body jerked in his hands and his thing was spasming. He grunted and thrust himself forward with every spasm. Mrs. Thorn gasped over and over.
As the spasming stopped, his pushing stopped. Mrs. Thorn was panting in his ear. He was breathing hard, too, and their sweaty bodies were glued together.
She brushed her hand through his hair, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
“You liked that, didn’t you, dear?” she said.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Mrs. Thorn frowned. “Ethan, hon, never call a lady ma’am. It makes her feel old. A lady doesn’t like to feel old.”
“No, I guess not.” He started moving his hips again. His thing was sliding in and out of her body.
Mrs. Thorn pushed against his shoulder. “Enough, Ethan. Enough, please. My poor body can’t take it one more time.”
“Sorry,” he said, and stopped. His hands moved up to her breasts and squeezed.
Mrs. Thorn smiled. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes seemed to sparkle.
“That was pretty good dear, especially your first time and all.”
“Thanks.”
She paused. “You can take it out now.”
“Oh. Right.”
Ethan stepped back. His penis slipped slowly from Mrs. Thorn’s body with a wet sucking sound. The head dropped free. Mrs. Thorn groaned. She put her hands on the edge of the counter and her arms strained. A flood of white fluid gushed from her tiny pink slit and ran down both legs. Mrs. Thorn looked down, holding her legs apart.
“My God, did you cum. I swear I never seen so much,” she said.
Ethan staggered backward and dropped into a chair at the dining table. His thing stood up from his lap, drooping slightly to the left. That white stuff dripped from the end. Mrs. Thorn had that stuff inside her.
She chuckled and covered her mouth with her hand.
“I hope you don’t get me pregnant. How would I explain that to my husband?”
Ethan sat upright. He forgot about Mr. Thorn. What if he came home and saw him doing this with his wife? He’d be dead.
“I have to get home,” Ethan said. He bent down and grabbed his shorts.
Mrs. Thorn’s eyebrows went up. “Already? You sure you don’t want to stay for dinner? My husband will be home shortly.”
Ethan’s heart felt like it had been seized in a fist. He jerked the shorts up, stumbling. His stiff thing wouldn’t go in. He bent it sideways and forced it down.
“Maybe-Maybe next time. I got to go,” he said and went to the back door.
“Ok. Goodbye. Come swimming again sometime,” Mrs. Thorn said.
Ethan stopped halfway through the sliding glass door. She had a look on her face he couldn’t understand. Her naked body glistened with perspiration and the cocoa butter lotion. He gritted his teeth and dashed out of the yard through the gate.
The End !!!