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June 18, 1993

(Somewhere in the Caribbean)

Twenty years of age, frustrated as only an untried virgin could be, Savannah DuBois eyed the hard-muscled lifeguard (so cliché, I know, but it works!) in his tight Speedos with avid attention to every last detail of his sculpted form. He was staring intently at her, with a half-amused smile on his handsome face. She thought if she gave him the right signals her virginity would be a thing of the past.

Just then he began walking toward her and she thought that her moment had arrived. Smiling in anticipation, she watched as he approached, her body tensing with an almost painful rush of lust. Not long now. Her tongue traced a wet path along her lower lip.

“Hello”, he said, in one of the deepest voices she’d ever heard.

It inspired a desire to jump him right then and there but she controlled herself, barely.

“Hello”, she replied huskily.

He leaned over her, projecting a confidential air, and the heat from his body singed her.

“I just wanted to tell you”, he continued, “that there’s a clump of jam in your hair.”

And then he turned and walked away, his nice tight ass a mockery of her pent-up lust. Savannah sat there stunned, and embarrassed, and her chin dropped to her chest. Releasing a frustrated sigh, she resigned herself to another lonely night in bed, with only her heated fantasies and the UltimateVibrator II to keep her company.

Tough luck, Savannah!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
June 18, 1993; 10:43 p.m.

“Oooohhhhhhhh, oooh yes, mmmmmmmmm”.

The UltimateVibrator II, whirring loudly in the stillness of the room, was living up to its reputation. Savannah lay on the bed of her hotel room, her hips pumping upwardly, yearningly, and she writhed in ecstasy as her orgasm hit. To the bellhop standing outside the room, it sounded to him as if some helpless woman was being assaulted. Valiantly he charged into the room, thinking to bash whatever culprit might be there.

Alas, it was only Savannah, the UltimateVibrator II protruding from her
soaking pussy…..still whirring and vibrating. They both yelped at the
same time, Savannah in astonishment, and the bellhop in acute embarrassment.
Looking upon her, he noticed that her nipples were pert, one of them peeking
through the fingers of her left hand. His eyes roamed downwards, and gulping
with the sudden onset of an erection, he realized she had began moving the
vibrator in and out of her pussy. Her neck arched, her eyes closed, and she
began to moan with excitement.

In a voice tight with arousal, she said to the
bellhop, “I want you to fuck me”.

But when she opened her eyes, there was no one there………and again…
….Savannah was left untouched, her virginity solidly intact.

Tough luck, Savannah!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
June 19, 1993

“Hmmmmmmm,” your pussy is so pink, so slick, mmmmmmmmm……..like a sweet candy.”

Savannah moaned in delight, and she grabbed Steve’s head, clenching her muscles in expectation of what was to come. Nothing could stop it this time.

An hour before she’d been glumly staring into her Virgin Margarita (she didn’t like the taste of alcohol, truly), depressed over her latest failure to lose her virginity. For Pete’s sake! Here she was on a beautiful tropical
island, wearing skimpy bikinis and such, practically advertising her need for S-E-X……..but içerenköy escort still a virgin.

About that time she felt a warm hand on her shoulder, and heard a sinfully rich, deep voice whisper in her ear, “May I sit with you?”

Nodding yes vigorously, Savannah watched as a most amazingly, sexy man sat down across from her, giving her The Look. The Look that said,
I WANT YOU!

And so here they were, in her hotel suite, naked, sliding against each other, panting in anticipation. Savannah could feel his dick, hard and hot on her thigh. He put a condom on and spread her thighs, and Savannah was doing a jig in her mind. This was it, this was really it! It was actually going to happen.

Just then, WHAM!, her hotel room door slams open. A very angry woman is standing over the couple on the bed, fists on hips, her breath heaving in indignation.

The man on Savannah says , ‘oh shit’, and hurriedly gets up, moving in front of the woman.

They’re yelling and screaming at each other, she’s calling him an ungrateful, unfaithful cad; he’s calling her an unappreciative, cold iceberg. Gathering his clothes up, and without another look back to Savannah, Steve hustles the woman out of the room, firmly closing the door behind him.

Stunned, Savannah lay there, unbelieving of the events that had just taken place.

“Noooooooooooo, no no no no no”, she moans to herself.

Not again! She was….and he was…………and they were sooooooooo close……and then………! Curling up naked in her bed Savannah pulled the covers over her head. What could possibly be worse!

Tough luck, Savannah!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
June 20, 1993; 7:30 pm

Sweat dripped deliciously onto her breasts. She lay on her back, her feet and hands tied to the four corners of the bed, her hips rolling back and forth in her desperate need. The man above her had to be at least 70, but Savannah didn’t care. His body was strong, his tongue was talented (she’d already had five orgasms thanks to that tongue), and his cock was thick and heavy; a blunt instrument of pleasure aimed straight for her soaking pussy.

Currently it lay across her thigh, throbbing and pulsing, eager. Almost as eager as Savannah herself. David, her geriatric lover, pinched her pouting nipples between his fingers, rolling them, causing Savannah to moan loudly. She begged,

“Oh, David, fuck me baby……….I need to feel you inside me……..I want your dick deep inside……oooooooooooooh pleaaaaaase.”

Above her he chuckled, relishing her pleading voice, anticipating the moment when he would be deeply buried in that hot little twat.

“Patience,” he chided, “patience……..soon.”

He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, and Savannah twitched in exquisite agony. She could feel him rubbing his engorged cock along her pussy, spreading the lips, letting the tip probe gently, teasingly at the opening, then pulling back. He repeated this several times, making Savannah whimper with need, making her shake all over.

“Pleaaaaaaase……..David………..FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

He chuckled once again and said, “Okay, since you beg so nicely.”

He grabbed her by the hips, spread her legs as far as they could go……………. He gasped, his eyes got wide, and he fell over to the side. He grabbed his chest, and he got kadıköy escort very pale.

“My heart, my heart,” he gasped out.

Savannah screamed loudly, so loud that a concerned bellboy rushed in. And there Savannah lay, sprawled eagle, naked, for all the world to see. (Okay, one bellboy, two housemaids, and a gay couple that happened to be passing by.) As the paramedics took David away (don’t worry, he’s fine), and Savannah sat dejectedly in a hotel robe on the edge of the bed, one thought kept running over and over in her mind. I’m going to die a virgin, I just know I am.

Tough Luck, Savannah!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sultry Savannah, Bold Hussy, Man-Eater
(If anyone would ever let her, that is)
October 3, 1983

Boston was wet, Boston was dreary, Boston was boring. Moodily Savannah stared into her glass, thinking sourly that men, in general, sucked. She didn’t think she was all that hard to look at. Her breasts were firm and high, with a nice jiggle to them. Her waist trim and her tummy flat, and her hips nicely lush, with legs that went on forever. She had good skin tone, ate right, exercised, and didn’t smoke. What was there about her that any healthy, heterosexual male anywhere wouldn’t like?

It wasn’t her fault she was a virgin. She’d been trying, unsuccessfully, since the age of 15, to rid herself of that burdensome state. In high school, she thought it would be real easy to get laid in the back seat of a car. But no luck then, and no luck now. She hadn’t masturbated in days…….it just didn’t do it
for her anymore.

Once she got screwed she was sure it would be okay. But, (sigh) it didn’t seem likely that it would happen anytime soon. Her whole body ached with need, her skin itched, and she wasn’t eating enough these days. Sex, or rather, the lack of sex, was seriously messing with her sleeping patterns. It was all she could think of.

Leaving a twenty on the bar, she slowly made her way through empty tables to the exit. She was the last customer, again. Half an hour later, she unlocked the door of her apartment, locked it again when she was inside, and quietly made her way to the kitchen. It was very quiet, so she assumed her roommate Tanya was sleeping. She poured herself a glass of milk and went and sat on the sofa. She rested her head against the back and closed her eyes. In just a minute she would go to bed.

The sound of someone moaning woke her. It seemed to be close by. Peering through her lashes she saw Tanya, at least, the top half of Tanya……..a very naked Tanya. Her breasts were bouncing in sync with the rest of her, and that’s when she noticed that Tanya’s boyfriend Dillon was on his back under her, also very naked. She sat up quietly, and observed them.

Her pussy muscles clenched hard as she watched Dillon’s dick pumping in and out of her friend. It was thick and hard, and coated in Tanya’s pussy juices. Savannah felt her own begin to flow, and felt stunned when she felt a finger rubbing her through her tight, black, leather pants. It was Tanya’s finger………her hips twitched. She stared at the finger for a few moments, before she decided to do something about it. Two minutes later she stood naked beside Tanya and Dillon, her nipples peaking with anticipation.

Hesitantly, she stood near Dillon’s head, a question in her eyes as she looked to Tanya. Her kartal escort roommate nodded vigorously in assent, and eagerly Savannah sat on his face. His tongue stabbed at her pussy, stroking deeply…..lapping at her clit. His teeth gently scraped it, and she nearly screamed it was so good. Leaning slightly forward, she met Tanya’s mouth, tongues tangling, their moans wrapping around each other. She plucked at her friends nipples teasingly, and she felt Dillon’s hands doing the same to hers.

“Oh, please, please, let me fuck him”, she pleaded.

She was at the breaking point…..if it didn’t happen tonight she would go insane.

“Yes”, her friend whispered, and she almost came then.

But no, she had to wait until he was deep inside her.

Tanya moved off of Dillon, and motioned Savannah to lie down. She felt both of their hands and mouths all over her, stroking her, rubbing, licking, sucking……….driving her wild. She was so wet…..she knew it was time.

“Now!” she demanded.

Wickedly they continued to tease her. Her hips rolled, her eager pussy pulsed, the juices running along the lips, coating them, readying her.

Dillon came over her, kissed her on the lips, softly licked at her ear…..”Hold tight”, he said, in that deep, sexy voice of his.

He lay between her legs, his heavy, engorged cock lie between her legs, resting on her snatch.

She eagerly pushed her hips forward and whimpered her desire, “Fuck me”.

Tanya’s voice came over them both, “Yes Dillon, fuck Savannah, fuck Savannah”.

She felt the tip of him slide slowly, inch by excruciating inch, just inside her pussy.

“More”, she begged.

Suddenly, he thrust forward, filling her completely. She gasped at the initial sting, and moaned at the wonderful fullness of it. She clutched at his shoulders, pulling him deeper and deeper into her. Her roommate’s whispers filled the room.

“Yeah, baby, fuck her……do her good…..does that feel good Savannah?”

“Yes! oh yes”, she cried.

Fucking incredible, she thought. Tanya leaned over her and kissed her deeply, and Savannah moaned some more. So good, so good, so good. Dillon’s hands gripped her tighter, and pulled her hips up to get deeper. His hands clenched on her ass cheeks, his soft grunts of pleasure echoing Savannah’s. He was not gentle, ramming her harder and deeper with every stroke, and still she asked for more. She grabbed her own tits, clutching them, wanting these feelings to go on and on. Never could she have imagined that it would be this good the first time (and she had imagined it many times).

She pulled Dillon fully on top of her, his chest mashing her breasts, and she felt his hot breath on her neck. She wrapped her legs around his waist, making his strokes go even deeper. Suddenly, lights exploded behind her eyes, and her entire body spasmed with the most powerful orgasm anyone had ever had (so she thought). It went on and on, and with each stroke of Dillon’s cock, it just got better.

Dillon growled above her, his climax hitting him now. He popped out, and Savannah felt the loss of it. But then he came on her…her belly, her breasts, and finally in her mouth. She swallowed every last drop, while Tanya licked clean the rest of it. Minutes later, a wonderful lethargy set in. Dillon and Tanya lie next to her, their bodies warming her.

“Happy Birthday”, whispered Tanya. “And now, it’s time for your spanking. Savannah.”

She lifted up three silk scarves, and a leather whip. Savannah just smiled. Way to go, Savannah!

Tune in loyal Savannah fans…just because she finally got laid doesn’t mean the
fun ends there. Savannah has many, many, more adventures coming her way. Thank you Dan, for this one!

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Bill was going through the local state university newspaper, looking for an article written by one of his best friends who went there, and suddenly saw a name he recognized. But it wasn’t his friend’s name. It was the name of someone he went to school with four years ago, before he moved away. He used to be in band with her, and they were both drummers. He remembered that he had the biggest crush on her back then, their freshman year of high school. He remembered how kind she had been, and knew he might have a solution to his problem. So he sent Lara a message on facebook:

“Hi, Lara! I hope you remember me. I was reading your school’s newspaper, and saw your name. I was so surprised to find that we go to colleges near each other. It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other, and I was hoping we could spend a few hours together some afternoon, catching up with each other’s lives. I understand if you don’t want to do so, but please respond with your answer.

P.S. I have a favor to ask of you if we do end up spending the time together – I just wanted to let you know now.”

He waited, hoping with every fiber of his being that she would come. She replied the next day, saying:

“I remember you! Yes, of course we can meet! I don’t know what favor you need to ask of me, but I guess I can try to help. I am free next Saturday at 2, how about we meet by the train at centennial park?”

He sent her a message telling her he could come.

—————-

Saturday afternoon, he got there at around 1:40 or so, and stood near the train. She arrived at 10 till 2, looking beautiful as always. Her lovely hair was fanning out in the slight breeze, and she wore a slight smile that he remembered so well from four years before. She wore that green snoopy shirt he remembered, as well as slim jeans that fit her long legs nicely. She also wore flip-flops, due to it being a wonderful fall day. They took a walk around the pond and talked, catching up with each other. She seemed to be enjoying herself, and once gave him a slight hug that made his cock twitch slightly. He would glance at her breasts and jeans occasionally. She had really grown into a beautiful young woman.

After about a half-hour, she led him to a picnic table and they sat down. She asked him, “So what is this favor you needed to ask? I hope it’s not illegal.” He gave a nervous smile and said, “No, it’s not illegal. I’m not that kind of guy. No…it’s hard to explain. I’m kind of embarrassed to talk about it.”

She put her hand on his and said softly, “What is it? I’ll help if I can.” He looked at her, “You might want to hold off on any promises.” He took a deep breath. “Ok, here it is. I have admired you for a while now. I was enamored with you in middle and high school, as I am sure you remember.”

Lara laughed. “Oh, all that was puppy love. None of us knew what we were doing. Least of all me. You remember how I was too busy chasing after that one guy who didn’t know I existed?” He tried to laugh along, but was too nervous. “I remember him. He was a pretty nice guy, though. Anyway, I haven’t had any more luck with girls since. Probably my nerdiness or something. But I always thought you were, and are, one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen. The thing is, I have never seen a girl’s body. I’ve never kissed a girl, never held hands with one, barely even seen an upper thigh, to be honest. And I feel like if I don’t see at least one breast, then I might lose control and do a justin timberlake and pull a girl’s shirt down or something.”

That was probably the last thing she expected him to say, but she recovered quickly. “Oh, I doubt you would do that, but I see your point. Can’t you look at porn or something?” She blushed. “I’ve done that a few times. It really helps.”

He was genuinely surprised, “You watch porn? I never took you for the type. No, I can’t watch it. I don’t really like it because it’s all the same and it’s not real anyway. Plus, my school has blockers and I’d get fired from my job if I looked it up at work.”

Lara was very hesitant, but was starting to get a little turned on. “But surely, you’ve seen a nipple slip or something. An upskirt? A see-thru shirt?” He shook his head at all of those. She said, incredulously, “Really? You’re missing out. I’m not a lesbian, but I love seeing a nipple slip or upskirt. It usually turns me on really quickly. But anyway, I kinda know how you feel. I have watched porn, and masturbated to it, but I’ve never seen a naked guy. The frat guys are always too drunk and rude at my college, and I haven’t met the right guy yet, if you know what I mean.”

He was starting to feel a little bolder. “Well, could I have a quick look at your breast? I hate to ask you, and I know I sound like a pervert or something, but I am getting desperate.” She was still hesitating. “Are you sure there’s not another way? I mean, aren’t there sluts at your college?”

“Of course there are.” He replied. “But why would I want them? I don’t know them, and it would look really desperate for me to ask them gebze escort – they might tell someone. Plus, the girls there are very low-quality. Not nice at all. Snobs, the whole lot of them. But you….you’re nice, and beautiful, and kind, and not snobby at all.”

She blushed. “If you only knew me. Yes, the boys at my university aren’t great on quality either. But this is completely out of the blue. I wasn’t expecting it when I came here. You’re not trying to seduce me, are you?”

He shook his head. “No, of course not. I’m not that kind of guy.”

Lara felt a little bolder herself. “No, I didn’t think you were, but just checking. Theoretically, if I were to show you one of my tits, what would you give me?”

He looked surprised. “I hadn’t thought about it. What do you want? Cash?” She shook her head. “No, my parents are wealthy, so I don’t need money. How about…” She blushed furiously, slightly ashamed of herself for thinking this. “Can I see your dick? I’ve never seen one, and I think it is a fair trade.”

Shocked, it took him a moment to respond. “Uh…sure. That’s fine. I’m warning you, I’m not very big.” She asked, “Well, how big is ‘not very big’?”

“Not quite six inches,” he said, feeling embarrassed. Her eyes widened. “I wouldn’t call that ‘not very big.’ It’s not huge, but six is more than enough for me.” They both shared a nervous laugh.

Lara sat back, thinking. She had sneaked a glance at his crotch once or twice during their walk, being a normal horny teenage girl. It’s not like she was going to let him fuck her. She also did want to see what a real cock looked like. Maybe he would even let her touch it. That could be fun! Plus, it would give her something to masturbate about that night, which was good. She was getting tired of porn videos. She made up her mind. “Well, I guess it’s a fair trade. Do you want to do it here? It’s somewhat open,” she asked. He quickly said, “No, let’s go back to my car. It’s a little more secluded.”

They walked back in a nervous silence. She didn’t know what to think. A part of her couldn’t believe she was actually going to do this. Another part of her, one that was getting stronger every minute, was anticipating what they were about to do. A few minutes later, they arrived at his car. He, trying to be a gentleman, opened the right rear door for her. As she got in, she kissed him on the cheek. “You are sweet.” He went around and slid into the backseat on her left side.

It was much more cramped in there, and they both looked at each other nervously. He broke the awkward silence. “Well, who goes first?” She said, “I guess we’ll flip a coin. Got one?” He reached into his pocket and handed her a quarter. She took it and said, “Heads, you show me your dick first. Tails, I show you my tit.” She flipped it. Heads. She smiled as he suddenly got more tense. “Come on, Bill. Show me your dick – I am actually looking forward to this. I never thought I’d hear myself say that, but…”

They both laughed nervously and he undid his belt and slid his shorts down to his knees. “No, take them all off,” she said. “If we’re gonna do this, we might as well do it properly. By the way, nice bulge.” She pointed to his slightly hardened cock pushing up against his boxers. He blushed, but looked at her. “Does this mean you are taking your bra completely off?” She looked startled. “Yes, I guess it does. I hadn’t thought about that. Oh well, if you see one tit, you might as well see both.”

He slid his shorts off, and tentatively pulled his boxers down and off. His dick was mostly hard already from the conversation, and he heard a rapid intake of breath from her as his dick was freed.

Lara couldn’t take her eyes off it. “That’s thicker than I thought! And it looks much nicer in real life. Those porn dicks looked all dirty and nasty. But this one looks all clean and…appealing.” Her already red face got redder as she said this.

He started to pull his boxers back on, but she stopped him. “Leave them off. I want to see it for a while longer.” He stopped, surprised yet again. “Well, can I see your tits now? I am sure they are exquisite.”

She looked down into her lap. “Actually, I have small tits. They’ve never been anything special. I don’t know why you want to see them, but I agreed, so here goes…”

Lara slowly reached down and self-consciously pulled her green shirt over her head, revealing a simple pink bra, enclosing two medium-size mounds. The bra wasn’t very low-cut, but it was nice and tight, and he saw some very attractive – if shallow – cleavage. He couldn’t look away from her wonderful chest. She flushed, but hesitantly reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall away from her breasts.

He was instantly entranced. Her breasts might be small, but they were perfectly proportioned to her slight frame. Her two white globes were each capped by a small puffy pink nipple, already hard and sticking out. He saw her hands twitch, instinctively wanting to cover herself, but she göztepe escort resisted the temptation. He also saw that her gaze was on his cock, and as he looked down at it too, he saw that it was as hard and big as he had ever seen it.

Lara looked back up at him. “I know they’re not very pretty, but…”

He cut her off. “These are beautiful, Lara. I am no expert, but they can’t make them any better than these. They’re much better than my wildest fantasies. They are gorgeous, Lara. Don’t ever think otherwise.”

He looked back up at her face, to see her looking at him with a soft expression. She leaned towards him, and by her unspoken invitation he kissed her for the first time, deeper than he thought possible. As they broke it off, they both sat upright, looking at each other’s exposed flesh.

There was a short and slightly awkward pause. “Now what?” He said finally. She grinned shyly at him. “I don’t know about you, but I am kinda turned on by your dick. Can I touch it?”

That was the last thing he expected her to say. “I guess. But that means I get to feel up your tits.” Her smile flickered, but came back. “I can’t argue with that. But be gentle. They’re really sensitive. Now, let’s see this cock….”

Slowly, Lara reached across and gently put her soft hand on his dick. She closed her fist over his shaft and softly moved it up and down, feeling it. She rolled her thumb over his head, and felt a bit of precum forming there. She massaged it into the head. Then she moved her hand down to his balls, cupping them and inspecting them. She rather liked the feel of having her hand on his dick, because she felt his subtle reactions to her movements, and knew she had a bit of power over him. She put her hand back on his shaft and very slowly moved it up and down.

As Lara felt his dick, Bill reached across and put his right hand on her left breast. It felt wonderful. Nice and firm, but very smooth and soft. She really had perfect tits. He gently caressed it, and rubbed his thumb over her nipple. He could hear her breathing get slightly heavier. He played with her nipple for a while, before switching her her right tit. He did the same to it, and she really seemed to enjoy it. He knew he was enjoying having her hand on his dick, giving him a slow handjob. It made him want to see her pussy, but he didn’t want to push too far. He rubbed her breasts for a bit, loving the feel of them. Eventually he decided to go for it, and if he failed, he still had gotten a handjob and felt up her tits.

Lara really was enjoying herself. She found that his cock was heavier than she had assumed, and it felt almost alive in her hand. As she rubbed it, she felt his hand caress her breast. It initially felt awkward, and she was inclined to pull away, but it started to feel good. Almost as if his hand belonged there, giving loving attention to her breasts that she had been ashamed of for so long. Her arousal was steadily growing, and so was the speed with which she was rubbing his dick.

Bill briefly met her eyes, and they each saw a hint of sexual fire in the other. He cleared his throat. “Not to, uh, stop this, because I am really enjoying it, but I wanted to ask another quick favor.” The corner of her eyes tightened. “You had better not be asking for a fuck right now,” she said warningly.

He shook his head. “No, of course not. It’s just…I’ve never seen a girl’s…vagina…before.” He said haltingly. “I was wondering if I could see your vagina, too.”

Lara sat back, pulling away from his hand. Her tits felt strangely empty without his hand there, but she kept her hand on his dick, absent-mindedly stroking it. She seemed to consider it. He saw that this was a big step for her, so he kept quiet, letting her take her time.

Lara knew that her panties had slowly gotten wetter since she first saw his dick. But this was another thing completely! She hadn’t considered letting someone see her pussy before, except for a few times her freshman year of high school. But she was young and foolish then. Although, she couldn’t deny her attraction to him, and, as a little part of her argued, they had come this far, why not go a little farther. Plus, it wasn’t like she was going to fuck him, and it wasn’t like she was getting any action from anyone else. She could feel herself giving in to her sexual desires, but it also felt a little freeing. She was actually enjoying herself, for the most part. Taking off her bra hadn’t been fun, but he was really gracious about it and made her feel beautiful, something that she didn’t feel that often. And now she kind of enjoyed having the warm air on her nipples, and she had definitely enjoyed having his hand there! Well, what could it hurt? But she had to ask something of him in return, to make it fair. What should it be? Her eyes fell on her hand, which was still slowly stroking his cock. It gave her an idea – something she had sometimes thought about doing but had never thought she would. But hey, why not try it while she had the chance? haramidere escort Plus, her girlfriends said that they enjoyed it a lot.

She looked back up at him, seeing that he was patiently waiting for her to make a decision. That convinced her that she could trust him. She said, with a hint of playfulness in her voice, “I guess you can. But on two conditions: you have to call it a pussy. None of this silly vagina stuff. It makes me feel like you are a doctor wanting to inspect it for STDs or something. Which I don’t have.” They shared a nervous laugh. “And the second thing?” he inquired, not sure what to expect.

Lara hesitated, then steeled her resolve. “You have to let me suck your cock.” She flushed slightly after saying this.

To say he was surprised would be an understatement. He gaped at her until she started laughing at the ridiculous expression on his face. He schooled his face into an impassive expression, hesitant to go this far. But his desires won out. It would feel so good to finally get a blowjob, and from a gorgeous friend as well. He nodded.

Lara flashed a quick smile and slid off her jeans, revealing her slender legs and small matching pink panties. They weren’t skimpy, but they looked perfect on her body. He looked between her legs, but didn’t see any hairs sticking out. She must trim her pussy hairs, he decided. She looked at him one last time, getting her courage up, and then slid her panties down her legs and off her feet.

For the first time, her pussy was on display for someone else to see. He quickly saw that he had been wrong. She didn’t just trim her pussy, she shaved it! As she watched his reaction, she must have seen his surprise, because she said, “I hate having hair down there. It is so itchy and uncomfortable, so I shave often. And it makes me feel more sexy.”

She turned slightly toward him to give him a better view, and he could see that she had nice puffy outer lips, but no hint of her inner lips was visible. It was extremely sexy, and he wished he could kiss it for hours.

Feeling slightly daring, Lara reached down and spread her outer lips, exposing everything to him. He saw that she was pretty wet, and loved the sight of her pretty inner lips inviting him in. It was all he could do to remain where he was.

Lara let him look for a few moments, then let her outer lips obscure her treasures again, and leaned over to put her face near his cock. Her hair fell forward, and he couldn’t see her face, but he felt her lips slowly envelop the head of his cock. She paused for a moment to swirl her tongue around the tip, then took three inches of his cock into her mouth. She went up and down on that, getting used to the feeling of his cock, before adding another inch, then another, then she went all the way to the base of his shaft.

He groaned with pleasure. This must be heaven, he thought. He reached out and brushed her hair out of her face so he could watch her, then put his right hand on her dangling left tit and rubbed it as she went up and down.

Lara was a bit apprehensive as she first put her lips on his cock, but as she took more of it in her mouth, she really started to believe her girlfriends. It was pretty enjoyable, feeling it in her mouth. She couldn’t really identify the taste, but it tasted pretty good. She moved up and down a few times, relishing the feeling of his cock in her mouth. She heard his moans of satisfaction, and felt that she had a lot of power over him like this. She flicked the tip of his cock several times with her tongue, then decided to try for more. As she fit more into her mouth, he moaned louder. She determinedly fit the whole length into her mouth, with the tip of his cock just touching the back of her throat. Wow, it felt nice. She moved up and down, and felt her hair move out of her face, and then suddenly felt his hand on her left tit. She considered pulling away, but it felt so good, she decided not to. As she continued to suck his cock, she felt him getting tenser. After about five minutes, she felt his balls tighten and she immediately moved her mouth off his cock. “Don’t come in my mouth!” she gasped.

He looked like he had to come soon. “Where should I come? On you?” She reached across him and opened his door slightly. “Here, shoot it out there.” She stroked his cock several times, and within a minute or two, he came onto the pavement outside. Stream after stream spurted from his cock. It was by far the most he had ever come. Lara looked amazed. “How on earth did you come that much? Boy, you must be desperate. Don’t you ever masturbate or anything?” He blushed. “Occasionally, but I never could really get into it. It always feels weird. Plus, it takes forever for me to come.”

She laughed and sat back up. They sat there for a minute, his cock glistening. She reached over suddenly and rubbed a little stream of cum that was rolling down his cock onto her finger. She licked her finger and said, “I was wondering what it tasted like. It’s not bad – kinda salty and milky.” They fell silent for a while, his cock slowly going limp. She wasn’t expecting this, and asked, “Do they all do that, or just yours?” He looked at her. “I thought you watched porn?” Her face got red. “I do. Most of what I watch is girl-on-girl, even though I’m not a lesbian. I do watch threesomes occasionally. But all the guys’ cocks are hard in the videos. I guess I thought they always were hard.”

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Although this story is all about sex, and love, there are only a few graphic scenes in it, so just be warned.

Also, this story is critical of religion, so if that is going to offend you, I suggest reading something else. But remember, it is just a story.

Thursday Afternoon. A Suburban Subdivision

Nathan was panting and his heart was beating faster than he could ever remember. Shelby’s breast was beautiful, perfect. White, soft, firm, with a dark, hard, puckered nipple surrounded by a small circle of slightly lighter flesh. He had dreamed of seeing it, touching it, kissing it, for nearly a year, ever since he first saw her at the church picnic. She wasn’t his first girlfriend, if you used a loose interpretation of the word. He had gone out with Adrienne a few times, and had held her hand, but that was as far as that went. And Liz had kissed him on the lips that one time, after their third movie date, but then they broke up.

But Shelby was something different. Compared to the other girls at Harmony Christian Life Academy, she was a little more daring. Maybe because she came from the city and had actually gone to public school before coming to Harmony, but for whatever reason, she was the only girl that Nathan ever heard question the teachers—heck, she was the only student, boy or girl, who argued with the teachers. Nothing seriously blasphemous, and she never directly disputed the basic principles that they all were taught, but she would push and question the teachers, sometimes to the point of being sent to Pastor Stephens’ office.

Of course, Nathan didn’t know that when he first saw her at the church picnic. What he saw was a tall, beautiful brunette, wearing what seemed to be a modest sundress that somehow fit her a little more snugly than the clothing worn by any of the other senior girls at the picnic. No one could look at her and say that she was breaking any of their church’s written or unwritten rules, but if you looked carefully, and Nathan did, you could tell that she was pushing up against the standards. Also, her eyes were piercing blue, and Nathan thought that they cut right through him. He felt every type of impure thought that teenage boys were capable of, even good Christian boys, and he knew that night he would be secretly touching himself in a way that Pastor Stephens would certainly disapprove of.

Now, months later, his mother and little brother were out, his father was at his accounting office, Shelby was in his room, her perfect breast was nestled in his palm, and Nathan didn’t know what to do. He knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to kiss it. He desperately wanted to kiss it, to lick the hard brown nipple. He wanted to bury his face in Shelby’s cleavage, immersing himself in her scent, while squeezing her breasts. But somehow he could not.

Nathan forced himself to tear away his gaze from the perfection of Shelby’s left breast and look at her face, which was flushed, at her pink lips, of course bare of any lipstick or gloss, which was not permitted, and then at those ice blue eyes. She looked confused.

“Is there anything wrong?” she whispered, which considering their behavior seemed appropriate even though no one was in the house. Her voice was a few registers huskier than usual

“It’s all wrong,” Nathan said, not quite understanding the words that came out of his own mouth.

Shelby jerked away from him, as if struck, and her breast pulled away from his cupped hand. She quickly hid it back inside her bra and buttoned her shirt, standing as if to flee.

“Wait,” Nathan said, asking more than demanding. “Please.”

“What did you mean?” Shelby demanded, smoothing her clothing reflexively, returning to a more proper appearance.

“Mean?” Nathan asked. “Mean about what?”

“How is everything wrong?”

Nathan thought before speaking, because he knew that what he was about to say could change their relationship, for better or worse. He had always been a thoughtful boy, considerate and pious. He believed in Jesus as his personal savior, believed in what Pastor Stephens and his parents taught, believed that the Lord had blessed him and looked out for him. But recently he wondered why the Lord had placed Shelby, this luscious temptation, before him. Somehow he knew that this was a test, and it was a test that he was miserably failing in so many ways.

While he thought, he looked at Shelby, who was waiting, but beginning to look impatient at his silence. Why, Nathan thought, would God create this perfect creature, smart and beautiful, who loved Jesus, and then make him think thoughts about her that were impure and improper? And why would these thoughts make him aroused, and make him want to do things that only married people should do.

“I don’t know,” Nathan finally whispered. “Shelby, I just don’t know.”

She looked at him and smiled, causing a warmth to spread from Nathan’s solar plexus through his whole body. If that was not something divine, then what was it? Nathan shook his pounding gebze escort head.

Shelby reached out and took his hand. “I don’t know either, I guess,” she said.

Nathan thought about the past months, as their relationship developed. He remembered the shy, halting conversation that they had at the picnic, when he had poured Shelby a Diet Coke. How he felt that spark, that thing that was missing from his dates with Adrienne and Liz, and he thought that maybe she did too. Which scared him. He had just turned 18, and was beginning to think about college, and leaving town. His parents, of course, pushed for a Christian college, and Nathan was about 90% sure that they had made the right choice. He worried about the Godlessness of the other colleges he had investigated, with their drug use, and drinking, their casual sex, and their liberal professors. He worried about being laughed at, marginalized, mocked for his beliefs.

But what if he had found the girl for him, right there in town? How would that change things? And as the year went on, it got worse.

When school started, they became friends, and Nathan was a bit scandalized by some of the things she said in class, while at the same time being intrigued. She even asked him out on their first date, and after that they were nearly inseparable. They talked for hours before ever touching. Holding hands had progressed to kissing. Kissing progressed to above the clothing rubbing, above the waist, and even that was on the fringes of acceptable behavior, but they had gone no further, until today.

And then there was that breast. In his hand. But they weren’t married. In fact, they knew that they would be going to college in different states, hours away from each other, and they knew that time and distance tested relationships. Even though they had said they loved each other, and meant it, they were both smart enough to realize that things you say when you are in lust in high school don’t always carry on to college. They had danced around the future, knowing that they did not understand God’s will, and that they were in his hands. Like Shelby’s breast was in Nathan’s, and he didn’t know what to do or how to act.

“It is wrong, right?” Nathan asked. He sort of believed that Shelby might not think it was wrong, considering that she had been the one to open her shirt, and didn’t stop his hand from reaching in to first touch the smoothness of her bra, and then the warm softness of her breast. And he saw the look on her face, her eyes closed, head tilted back, as he touched her. And he heard the soft purring sound that she made. But it was exactly this, the pleasures of the flesh, that Nathan had been told to guard against for as long as he could remember.

Shelby looked at him. “I know that’s what they say, but is it really wrong?”

“We can’t. I can’t, at least right now. But you need to know that it isn’t you. You’re so beautiful. There’s a part of me that wants to throw you on this bed, rip off your clothing and worship your beauty, then make love to you.”

Shelby started breathing harder as Nathan spoke, and Nathan felt her squeeze his hand harder. The mental picture of Shelby on his bed that Nathan created made his cock stiffen uncomfortably in his pants. With effort, he continued, “But that is not how I was brought up, not what I was taught.”

Nathan saw Shelby’s body relax, and she said. “This is making me crazy. We need to figure out what to do. Maybe we need to speak with someone, because I’m having trouble reconciling how I feel with the words that are bouncing around my brain. I need to understand.”

“Not Pastor Stephens?” Nathan said.

“God, no,” Shelby blasphemed. “Not him. I know what he will say, and even what Scripture he will quote.”

Nathan nodded in agreement. She had been in town less than a year, but had heard Pastor Stephens enough times to know his views on premarital sex, or even premarital almost sex. “What about Pastor Cullum?” Nathan suggested.

“I don’t really know him,” Shelby said.

“I know he has only been here a few months,” Nathan said, “but he was over for dinner at our house a few weeks ago, and he seems like a good guy.”

Shelby thought about it. “He is young, and not married,” she noted.

“True,” Nathan replied.

“O.K.,” Shelby replied. “Let’s see if he can explain this to us.”

Nathan realized for the first time that Shelby intended to essentially ask Pastor Cullum for permission for them to fool around. Or that she would challenge him to explain why in a way that made sense to them. The thought horrified him, initially, but then he wondered if there was a chance that they might get his approval. Even the small chance of this happening made it worth the discomfort. He thought again of Shelby’s perfect breast and knew that he was powerless to resist her.

“Fine,” Nathan responded. “Let’s go to his office after school tomorrow.”

“You won’t chicken out?” göztepe escort Shelby teased.

“No. I promise.”

Shelby took Nathan’s hand and placed it on her breast, above the shirt. “Swear?”

Nathan felt the softness and knew that he wanted to do whatever was possible to be able to see it again. But he wasn’t sure he could. “Swear,” he whispered.

Shelby leaned forward and briefly kissed him, and before he could react, she was heading out the door, saying, “Goodbye, see you in school tomorrow.”

He waited until he heard the door slam and Shelby’s car engine start before stripping off his clothing and running into the shower. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help it. As the hot water poured over him, and he jerked off, he tried to understand how the Lord could give man the ability to feel such pleasure, but then deny it to him. Being the good Christian boy that he was, he never, ever had surfed the Internet for porn, had never read a Playboy magazine. His fantasies about women were, previously, remarkably chaste, but now, he had seen an actual woman’s breast, and it was beautiful. Imagining the rest of Shelby’s body, naked and with him in the shower, Nathan came explosively, and felt guilty about how good it felt. He prayed for forgiveness and guidance as he cleaned the shower to make sure that his mother was unaware of his weakness.

After Nathan dried off and put on clothing, he read his well worn copy of the Bible, looking for something, but finding nothing new to help him.

At dinner, after they thanked the Lord for his bounty, Nathan’s father James asked him about school, and they had a discussion about his AP History class. They discussed Tommy’s day at school and then talked a bit about baseball, a passion which James had passed on to his sons. Which was the cue for Nathan’s mother Marcia to begin clearing the dishes. Nathan and Tommy jumped up to help, as expected, and James brought in the rest of the food.

While they were scraping the dishes into the sink, Marcia turned to Nathan and asked, “Was Shelby here yesterday when Tommy and I were at the park?”

Nathan knew better than to lie because his mother would not have asked the question if she didn’t already know the answer. “Yes, Mom, she was.” He saw his mother’s eyes flash to meet his father’s.

“I assume you were behaving,” Marcia said.

Nathan was glad that he did not visibly blush, because he felt the warmth of embarrassment flood his face. “Of course, Mom,” Nathan lied.

His father jumped in, “Son, we know how things are,” he began, looking again at his wife before continuing, “but you must respect your chastity, and Shelby’s.”

Nathan nodded silently as his father continued, “I don’t think it is wise for you to be alone together unchaperoned.”

“Dad, we are both 18—” Nathan began.

“All the more reason for you to be careful. You’re adults and responsible for your actions.” He flashed another look at Marcia, who nodded. “Not to mention, all of our reputations are at stake.”

Nathan knew that they were both right and wrong, but he also knew that he had no easy way out, except to agree. “O.K., Dad, it won’t happen again,” he said.

“Good,” James responded. “I think that you will find that to be the smartest and safest course.”

Putting down his dish towel, Nathan left the kitchen to go to his room. As he walked, he wondered how much of his parents’ concern was really directed toward his well-being, and how much was concern about the neighbors’ gossip. Clearly, someone saw Shelby’s car in the driveway, or saw her leave the house, and blabbed about it to his mother, he thought. Nathan appreciated the security that his church community had provided him and his family over the years, but as he moved through his teens he began to understand the negative flip side to constantly being watched and judged.

He opened his textbook and immersed himself in his homework, which distracted him at least until it was finished. Nathan then went online for a while, and then left his room to join his father in the living room to watch some baseball. Nathan was relieved that their conversation was limited to the game, and when it was over Nathan went back to his room and prepared for bed.

Lying in bed, Nathan’s mind was racing. He knew that meeting with Pastor Cullum was likely to be a waste of time, but he knew that Shelby wanted to do it, and he had found it impossible to say no to her from the time she had asked if he would pour her a Diet Coke at the picnic last summer. Not that she had ever asked him to do anything he didn’t want to, although he wasn’t sure what he would do if she did. And he had lied to his parents, and also knew that it would be risky for her to come over again when the house was empty. His phone vibrated, and he reached over and saw that it was a text from Shelby. His heart raced just seeing her name on the screen.

“We are going to have that meeting haramidere escort tomorrow, right?” she asked.

Nathan typed back, “Yes. Although I’m not sure what good it will do.”

“Maybe,” she responded. “But worth a try.”

“I guess,” Nathan texted.

“No chickening out?” Shelby challenged.

“No. I’ll be there,” he responded.

There was a pause, and Nathan considered what the meeting would be like. He assumed that their conversation was over, when the phone vibrated again. It was Shelby.

“Some incentive,” she wrote, and there was an attachment. He downloaded the picture, and when it opened, it was that breast again. Its delicious curves. The dark, hard nipple. Nathan’s heart leapt in his chest.

There was another text. “Erase that immediately.”

Nathan erased the picture from the phone, but the image was seared into his brain. It took him a long time before he finally was able to sleep.

Friday Morning, Harmony Christian Life Academy

Public displays of affection were forbidden on the campus, so Nathan received his usual smile from Shelby when they passed in the hall on the way to their homerooms. Today, however, Nathan thought that he noticed a look in her eyes, a look that he sometimes saw when Shelby was in the middle of disputing something a teacher said. It was a look that often led to trouble. Nathan felt himself shiver, but whether it was with fear or anticipation, or some combination of both, he could not decipher.

During lunch, Nathan and Shelby sat with their friends and chattered about the usual things, but when they were clearing their trays and were, briefly, alone, Shelby said, “Nathan, before we speak with Pastor Cullum, we should talk. Meet me in front of the school after the final bell.”

This was a new concern for Nathan. Shelby’s unpredictability in his regimented world was one of the most powerful reasons that he was attracted to her. That, and her eyes, her wit and, increasingly importantly, that breast. He had absolutely no clue what her real motive was, and he felt like a leaf thrown into a rushing brook, hurtling along who knows where at the whim of a power much stronger than him. He had often thought that way about the power of the Lord over his life, and he hoped that there was some purpose to this all.

He tried to figure out the possibilities. There was, of course, a slim chance that Pastor Cullum would give them some sort of permission to move further in their relationship, a result that Nathan would, of course, enjoy. He could do the opposite, and forbid them from seeing each other, and tell their parents, which probably was improper, since they both were, technically, adults, but would be consistent with the way their church operated. Or there was some sort of middle result, or results, but what they might be, he could not figure out. He decided to trust Shelby, and prayed, while he walked to class, that things would go smoothly. He assumed that praying to see Shelby naked was not appropriate. Although he had not specifically tried that yet, he did not expect that it would pass muster either with the church or the Lord.

Somehow, the clocks in school seemed to move twice as slowly as usual, but eventually the final bell rang. Nathan ran to his locker, swapped out what he was carrying for what he needed for the weekend and went, as quickly as possible to the front of the school. Shelby was sitting on the low brick wall, her long, jean clad legs swinging slowly as she waited for him. She smiled as she saw Nathan approach and slid off the wall so that she was standing when he approached her. It was clear that they wanted to at least touch, but knew they could not.

“Walk with me,” she said, and he fell in beside her as they walked down the stone path away from the school door, past the imposing metal cross on the lawn, and toward the road.

Nathan was silent. This was Shelby’s walk, and he figured she would get to her point when she was ready. They were at the edge of the campus, heading toward the town, when Shelby led him to a rock outcropping and sat down. They could still be seen from the street, so they still needed to show propriety because anyone driving by could, and some probably would, tell their parents, or Pastor Stephens, if they deviated from the church’s rules.

Nathan looked into Shelby’s eyes and wanted to kiss her, but knew he could not. Finally, she said, “You must want to know what is going on.”

Nathan nodded. “You are being pretty mysterious, you know,” he replied, smiling.

Shelby smiled back, and Nathan felt happy. “Before we go to see Cullum, I wanted you to know a few things about me. Things I probably should have told you before.”

Nathan’s brow furrowed with concern, and Shelby continued, “Nothing bad, I think, but you should know this stuff. It’s about why I’m here.”

“O.K.,” Nathan said, “If you want to. You know you can tell me anything.”

Shelby smiled again, and Nathan felt that brightness again in his chest, a feeling that he had to attribute to something holy.

“So, you know that I grew up in the city.” Nathan nodded. He realized he was just supposed to listen. “My parents were good Christians. Are good Christians,” she corrected, “and they tried hard to instill in me all of the things they believed. And I did, I mean, I do, mostly, believe.”

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Amber was a high school senior. At five foot eight she was a little on the tall side and of a medium build. She had dark blonde hair that was thick and slightly wavy. It reached down to her mid-back. She liked to think she had a pretty face with soft features and lovely blue-green eyes with only the slightest hint of freckles around her nose. She was a bit disappointed that in her senior year her breasts were no longer growing and had only reached a small C cup. Though firm and mostly free of flab, save for a touch of baby fat, she also wished she had a little more in the butt department. Her hips, on the other hand, were nice and shapely and her legs, though a bit on the thick side, were muscular from years of dance classes.

Graduation was approaching in only a couple of months and she still had yet to pick out a college. That’s how the classroom daydreaming had started, worrying about her future, but her thoughts quickly drifted to off to something else that’d been weighing on her mind even more as of late. No matter what she tried focusing on her mind kept going back to the issue that had made for quite a few sleepless nights.

Puberty had come on a little late for Amber’s tastes, as she felt left behind when all of the other girls started developing a couple of years before her. She had made the mental connection between her relatively late blooming and her lack of desire for dating during her high school years. Most of her friends had had multiple boyfriends and the majority had lost their virginity well before sixteen. Thoughts of both sex, and of love, were now popping into her head more frequently throughout the day. Still, though she felt the pick-up in libido and the desire for intimacy comforting, a confirmation that though puberty had visited her a little late it definitely had not skipped over her.

No matter what though Amber felt like an odd-duck. She’d only kissed a boy for the first time shortly after her sixteenth birthday and had never had a real boyfriend to speak of. Then, a few months ago, her friend Cameron, who she’d known since they were both babies, having been born only a few days apart and having always lived next door to each other, was staying over for the weekend because his parents were out of town and Amber had decided to see what all of the fuss over a love life was about. She had just turned 18 and felt that she was really lagging behind in the love life department compared to everyone else she knew. Cameron had been more than compliant when she’d snuck downstairs after everyone had gone to bed and snuggled up next to him on the couch declaring that she wanted to see what sex felt like.

Most boys would have been taken by surprise but Cameron and Amber had known each other for a long time and he knew very well that she could be tremendously blunt at times. She wasn’t sure, but she figured that he was still a virgin as well, as he’d never really done much dating either. He quickly confirmed her suspicion nervously. She was sure that he was afraid he wouldn’t do it right and make her happy and that that is why he’d told her. Before that moment Amber had never thought about how guys are probably just as scared and anxious for their first time as girls are. She really hadn’t considered the pressure that existed for a boy. Sure, girls were very worried about “doing it good” their first time and not being a let-down, but she reasoned that as long as the plumbing worked (essentially everything got wet down there) that the guy wouldn’t know too much better. Not one to be uneducated Amber had taken it upon herself to read up a good bit on sex and she now knew that if a boy was too nervous he could lose his erection. She certainly hoped that didn’t happen, both because she was looking forward to the encounter but also did not want Cameron getting some kind of complex about his body or his performance or anything.

She decided she was over-thinking the whole thing! “Time to turn the brain off for a bit.” she told herself.

They kissed for a bit and Amber definitely liked the way his hands roamed all over her body, especially the way they felt rubbing up and down her back. Cameron tried nibbling on one of her nipples but his technique was awkward and after a few moments she coerced him to stop by beginning to kiss on his neck and then down gebze escort his chest. She could tell that he was getting nervous as she tugged at his shorts but there was something she really wanted to try.

She’d seen a few pornos and had gotten the most arousal out of the oral scenes, both the girl going down on the guy and the ones where the guy went down on the girl. She felt too pensive to ask Cameron to lick her cunny, even though she really wanted to see what it felt like. That wasn’t, however, going to stop her from seeing what a penis felt like in her mouth.

“What is it going to taste like?” she wondered to herself. She wasn’t worried about hygiene as she’d seen him take a nice long shower before bed. She’d tasted her own pussy juices before when masturbating, would it taste like that?

Much to her surprise it popped free of his shorts as soon as she pulled them down. It was dark in the living room and even darker under the blanket but she’d felt it brush her cheek as it’d broke free from its prison. She heard him mutter something, probably saying that she didn’t have to, but Amber wasn’t about to stop. She’d never even seen a penis before, not in real life. She giggled, thought about how she still hadn’t “seen” one as it was too dark to see it. That didn’t stop her from feeling it though, as she inspected it for a moment with her fingers before sticking out her tongue and licking around the little ridge she found extremely interesting.

“What did people do before the internet?” she posited. Yes she’d never touched a dick before or looked at one up close in person but thanks to image search she pretty much knew what to expect as far as the general anatomy and shape of things.

The licking went on for a few moments before Amber summoned the courage to put it into her mouth. She wasn’t exactly sure how it was done but it hadn’t looked too difficult in the movies. She locked her lips around it like a lollipop and moved her head up and down gently. Cameron seemed to like it quite a bit. She heard him attempt to stifle a moan by covering his mouth with a pillow. The sounds he made really amused Amber and the way the soft skin of the head of his penis felt against her tongue made her wonder about how his tongue would have felt wriggling around her naughty bits. She could have kicked herself for not having trimmed up her pubic hair, otherwise she thought she might have been able to summon up the courage to ask him to try it on her.

Oh well, maybe another time. He felt very rigid in her mouth and she decided it was time for her bits to get some stimulation. Between the kissing, which had been more exciting in a nervous fashion than it was sensual, and sucking on his dick for several minutes, Amber could feel the squishiness of her vulva and hoped that she was plenty wet enough for him to enter her.

She asked to change position, and he complied. Lying on her back she spread her legs and helped guide him toward her lady parts. Neither of them knew exactly how to make it work, so they struggled for a moment to line things up, but eventually she felt a hard warm knob press against her pussy lips. With a slight push his head parted them but he was too high, pressing against her clitoris instead of the opening to her vaginal canal.

She wasn’t sure at first if he was doing it on purpose or just having trouble finding the right spot but she quickly realized that he was rubbing the head of his dick against her clit to tease her; a move he’d probably seen in a porno as Amber had seen it done before too. She didn’t complain, it actually felt really nice.

He commented that she had really puffy pussy lips and she almost immediately felt embarrassed but was relieved when he quickly followed up by explaining that that was a very good thing. She relaxed back into the pillow and let him keep on rubbing her clit. She imagined that his tongue would feel even better. Every time his cock flicked her engorged little clit it sent a shiver through her body.

Her breathing began to get shallower and with each grind of his member against her slit she felt the tingle of orgasm getting a little closer, then, just when she felt it becoming a very real possibility that she would cum, they thought they heard someone göztepe escort in the kitchen and had to stop.

Her breathing began to get shallower and with each grind of his member against her slit she felt the tingle of orgasm getting a little closer, then, just when she felt it becoming a very real possibility that she would cum, they thought they heard someone in the kitchen and had to stop.

It was just the cat! Wasting no time he lined up his cock once again but this time instead of feeling it against her clit Amber felt it press a little lower, into the very swollen flesh of the opening that she hadn’t realized until that moment was begging for attention. She thought about asking him to rub her clit some more but figured that he probably really wanted to enter her and she was pretty curious to see what it felt like herself. He proceeded very carefully but she told him not to worry about hurting her, as she’d broken her own hymen about a year before. She’d been masturbating with the handle of her hair brush, though she didn’t tell him that part. Something hard inside of her wasn’t a new sensation, but it was obvious right away that his dick was thicker than anything she’d put in there before, it was also warm, which instantly made it feel so much better than any of her toys.

Both of them let out little gasping sighs as he pushed the head into her, shallow at first, then deeper as her juices lubricated his member more and more with each thrust. Amber closed her eyes and tried to focus on the sensation. It was a pleasurable one, albeit kind of strange. The position was also awkward, as she wasn’t used to having to hold her legs up like that, and though she’d known Cameron forever it dawned on her how weird it felt to be doing what she was doing with him. At that moment she thought it was just that Cameron was an experiment for her, and that she, while curious about his body and sex in general, wasn’t someone she felt for in that particular way.

She let him thrust into her for about a minute, not that she was keeping time, but that’s about how long it felt, before she got a little uncomfortable worrying that he wouldn’t know how to pull out in time. Amber always tracked her cycle and knew that she shouldn’t be anywhere near ovulation but she still didn’t want to take any chances. She asked if they could stop, claiming that it was because she really wanted to feel him in her mouth again. He apparently didn’t mind as they quickly swapped positions again and she pulled his hips toward her, grasping for his manhood in the dark. She was surprised at how sexy it was to smell and taste her own juices on his cock! It was wet, like really wet. She hadn’t realized that that much of her lubrication would end up on him.

Though she’d not wanted him to ejaculate on or inside of her pussy she was definitely curious to see what it felt like to make him cum. She went back to work with her mouth, expecting to be able to get him off pretty quickly, but it took a few minutes, and a couple of shifts in their position, for him to get comfortable and start the shallow breathing that told her he was getting closer. It made sense, she supposed, that even though it was his dick inside a girl’s mouth, which should be pretty exciting for any guy, that it wasn’t a stimulus that he was used to, and would therefore take a minute to get used to. Was it more than that? Maybe he didn’t feel that way about her either. Maybe it was just an experiment for him too.

His shallow breathing began to become interspersed with the occasional low moan and Amber, who’d had one hand playing with them the entire time, noticed his balls begin to tighten up and his cock, which was already fairly thick, began to get even thicker and the skin of the shaft more taut. She noticed the first little dribble of sweet and salty precum hit the back of her tongue and she realized that she wasn’t sure if she wanted to swallow it or not! If the lights had been on she’d really have wanted to see it, but since she couldn’t she decided to just go ahead and let him finish in her mouth.

The first spurt was surprisingly intense and it hit the back of Amber’s throat, almost causing her to choke, but she managed not to and was able to handle the remaining three or haramidere escort four spurts which came in rapid succession. She had no idea when to stop but as far as she knew if a guy shot his load he was already well past the point of no return. To play it safe though she kept sucking gently for ten or fifteen seconds after she felt the spurting stop.

Crawling back up to be face to face with Cameron Amber felt really dumb for not having prepared herself for him to go down on her. Would he have even wanted to though? He HAD just had his dick inside of her, and she wasn’t sure if that’d been a deal-breaker for him wanting to taste her. She knew, from reading magazines and online forums that some guys (and girls to be fair) were very funny about things like that. Amber couldn’t understand why, tasting herself on him a few minutes earlier had been about the sexiest thing of the entire experience.

Amber knew that a lot of guys lost interest after cumming, so she almost didn’t ask, but she mustered the courage and asked Cameron to rub her clit. She explained that it would be good practice learning to pleasure girls. He asked nervously if she’d cum during sex and she felt bad telling him that she hadn’t, but so that she didn’t give him some kind of complex she said that it had felt incredible (a bit of a stretch, though it was REALLY nice) and that it was hard for most girls to cum from penetration. She explained that rubbing himself against her clit had almost done the trick though and, almost without asking, he quickly wet his finger and slid it down her belly, past the barely-there love handles that she felt ashamed of, sliding it between the ample outer lips of her girl parts.

He didn’t seem to have any problem finding her clitoris. He probably watched a lot of porn and was familiar with the layout of female sexual parts she reasoned. She also had a fairly long hood and a decent sized clit that was very erect, which certainly didn’t make it difficult to find! And it was so sensitive!

She told him to be gentle and it didn’t take him long to read her moans and sighs, figuring out just the right rhythm. It did not take long at all! Amber was surprised at how fast she was able to orgasm. Her legs snapped shut like a vise around on his hand. He took the hint and stopped stroking her clit which had become too sensitive to bear.

Out of the corner of her eye Amber saw classmates packing away books. She glanced at the clock. The bell was about to ring. Momentarily she let her mind go back to that night on the couch. She’d thanked Cameron for humoring her with her “experiment” and he had thanked her back. They tried kissing again for a few minutes and she felt his dick, resting against her leg, begin to become partially engorged once again. The kissing was okay, and the sex had been interesting, but she didn’t want him getting any ideas of them doing it again. Amber wasn’t sure how to make certain that none of the sperm in his pipes would end up inside of her if he went back inside of her. She slipped her panties and top back on, gave his boy parts one last quick caress, then told him goodnight and headed back up the stairs.

“Too bad I couldn’t have let him put it back in.” she thought as she laid in bed, breathing heavily after having discovered that her pussy was still quite aroused and that it had taken VERY little stimulation with her favorite dildo to get her off again.

“Maybe next time.” she remembered thinking as she drifted off to sleep, her libido now ebbing.

There had not been a “next time”. Amber was confused about things in the days afterwards and began to slowly come to a realization that meant that her and Cameron wouldn’t be having any more “experiments”.

The bell rang. In a matter of seconds Amber had her things packed away and she, along with everyone else, was rushing out of the door. She bumped into some freshman she wasn’t familiar with in the hall, her mind still not completely in the present. She’d switched from thinking about the past, and was now contemplating the future.

Tonight she was sleeping at her best friend Katy’s house, like she had many times before, but she was intent that this time would be very different than the others. For you see it’d taken some time to come to terms with, but her night with Cameron hadn’t been as special as she’d imagined just because he was a friend, it was because he was a guy. Amber had searched her soul, done a lot of very graphic internet research, and had found that she couldn’t deny a simple truth. She was a lesbian, and tonight she intended on finally telling her best friend in the whole world that she was in love with her.

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“Are you ready for me, sweetheart?” He asked, stroking her forehead and tucking her side bangs behind her ear. They were on his bed with him on his hands and knees, over her body. She was aroused but very nervous.

The last time she had had sex was a year ago with her previous boyfriend and she was worried a similar occurrence was about to repeat itself. She knew her opening was especially tight for some reason, but her ex wasn’t very sympathetic to her pain and worry. He seemed to only care about his pleasure. Things ended soon after he realized she couldn’t give him what he wanted, leaving her alone to pick up her self-esteem and convince herself it wasn’t her fault that he left.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” She said, forcing a convincing half-smile.

“I can’t wait to be inside you, baby.” He leaned down to kiss her as he lowered his hips and guided his cock to her opening with his hand. He rubbed the head around her entrance and began to slowly push in.

“Mmm, fuck, you are so tight.” He whispered as he attempted to enter her pussy.

She could feel that her entrance was not loosening up and her mind was in chaos trying to block out her previous trauma. She wanted to enjoy herself but she didn’t know how to get herself to relax.

He barely got the tip in when he heard a hushed squeak. He moved his gaze from her pussy to her face to verify if he had actually heard her make a noise. Her expression confirmed it – she was in pain.

“Woah, hey – princess, are you okay?” He stroked her temple and looked her in the eyes. “You’re in pain, aren’t you?” He asked.

“Yes…but it’s always like this. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” She was hesitant to admit how she felt. It was such a vulnerable position to be in.

“Hmm…you mean you’ve had pain during sex with your other partners as well?” He laid down on his side and rubbed her belly instinctively.

“I don’t really want to talk about it but… yes.” She couldn’t look him in the eyes, worried that he may be resentful for not being able to give him what he wants.

“That’s okay, we don’t have to push anything. Have you been okay playing with yourself? You know…when it’s just you?” He seemed to be switching into doctor mode. His hand was warm and comforting on her belly and it made her feel better that he wasn’t trying to get distance between them. But she still couldn’t look him in the eyes.

Her face flushed pink. She had never discussed masturbation with any of her partners before.

“Well…I mean, I can play with myself just fine, but it hurts if I try to use a dildo. My whole body tenses up.” Her voice dried up a little at the end from admitting that out loud.

“Aw, sweetheart. Don’t be embarrassed with me. I just want to help.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Have you seen a gynaecologist about this before?”

“No…I haven’t.” She said, hesitation emanating from her voice.

“Why not?” He asked gently.

“I’m nervous…I don’t want them to hurt me by trying to figure out what’s going on.” She was fidgeting with the furry blanket she was lying on top of.

He was watching her carefully, assessing her reactions to figure out what she needed. “Ok, let’s not talk anymore about this for now. I can tell it’s difficult for you.” He changed the subject to avoid causing her anxiety to flare up even more. Buut…if you’re feeling up to it, would you mind if I played with you a little?” He smiled up at her.

“I-I don’t know. I don’t think that will change anything.” Her body was starting to tense up just thinking about him trying to enter her again.

Seemingly reading her mind, he said, “Don’t worry, I promise I won’t try to enter you at all.” He looked lovingly into her eyes but she wasn’t sure she could enjoy something like that after what just happened.

“C’mon, çekmeköy escort kitten. Your sweet little pussy is still so wet. You need to be taken care of tonight and I want to give you that in any way I can.” No guy had ever framed pleasure that way to her before. She looked like she was deep in thought.

He continued, “I’ll be gentle and if it doesn’t feel good at any point, we’ll change things up or stop, if that’s what you want.” He threaded his fingers with hers and squeezed her hand.

“Okay…I think that would be okay…” She said it more to convince herself than him.

He smiled. “Oh, good.” He let out a sigh of relief and looked her in the eyes. “Thank you for letting me do this for you.” He started leaving kisses down her neck, slowly moving lower with every kiss. His warm lips against her skin seemed to distract from the chaos in her mind.

“I’ll go slow, okay?” He whispered as he reached the spot between her legs. She nodded and braced herself as she watched his lips approach her slit. Being pleasured with no ulterior motive was going to take some getting used to and she wasn’t sure if her mind was going to allow her body to believe that that’s all he wanted.

When he finally licked her pussy for the first time, she was surprised by how tenderly he started. It was so gentle that it almost felt like a feather had just brushed along her clit. She watched as goosebumps became visible on her arms.

“Does that feel okay?” he asked, looking up.

She nodded, wanting him to continue.

“Mmm, good.” He leaned back between her legs and continued to lap at her pussy, gently licking her clit and slowly, softly sucking on her inner lips. The sensation was so foreign, but so welcome. She could feel his affection for her with every lick.

“You taste so…fucking good” he said in between gentle kisses directly on her clit. “Can I…rub you with my finger while I lick?”

She paused. She didn’t want to change things up and ruin the pleasure when things were going so well.

“I think it’ll feel really…really good. Please, baby?” He wanted to touch her pussy so badly.

“I guess we can try it…” Hesitation was coated in her voice.

“That’s a good girl. I’m going to make you feel so good, you’ll forget everything that’s troubling you.” He rubbed her inner thighs before leaning back into her. This time, he was softly tonguing around her entrance and brought his thumb to her clit. She tensed up a bit getting nervous that something that could enter her so easily was getting that close.

“Don’t worry, I’m just going to make slooow circles around your most sensitive spot while I taste your delicious juices.” He went back to work and started rubbing her clit and sucking and tonguing her entrance. It was relentless pleasure and it felt naughty in the best of ways. Her mind started to get fuzzy and her body was getting hot.

She let out a quiet moan and caught herself. She blushed. She had never gotten this close to orgasm with someone else pleasuring her before.

“Ooh, was that a moan I heard? Don’t hold back. I want to hear your pleasure. I loved that sweet little sound you made.”

She smiled and looked at him.

“Go on, make it again for me.”

Grinning, she said, “Give me something to moan about, and I will.”

His smile widened. “Feisty. I like it.” He slowly leaned back down between her legs and continued on, a little more fervently this time. He had probably been at this for at least 30 minutes at this point. She wondered if other girls took this long to cum. Getting self-conscious, her arousal started to decrease.

“Woah, is something wrong, sweetie? You got really quiet all of a sudden.” He looked up with a concerned expression.

“I’m…” cevizli escort Feeling truly embarrassed, she didn’t know if she should tell the truth or not, but because he was being so loving and patient, she felt like she owed him that courtesy.

“I’m just sorry that it’s taking me so long to cum. I don’t really know what’s wrong with me.” She was afraid to look him in the eyes, but pushed herself to do so. She was glad she did. His expression was filled with warmth and understanding.

“Don’t ever apologize for that.” He said in a serious tone, not breaking eye contact. His right hand was resting on her inner thigh and he squeezed it affectionately. She didn’t know what to say.

“I pleasure you because I love to, not because I expect anything from you. If you don’t orgasm, there’s probably a lot going on in your mind or maybe you don’t like what I’m doing. Either way, please let me know and I’ll do everything in my power to help.” The love in his voice was so unfamiliar to her.

“Here, how about you tell me some things other partners have done in the past that took you over the edge? I can try starting from there.”

“Um…I’ve never cum with any of my partners before.” She was blushing again.

His expression turned a bit solemn as he was thinking. “Well, then. This will be a very sweet treat for both of us.” He chuckled as he leaned down between her thighs once again and continued the licking and rubbing. She could hear him moaning and slurping and taking his time with her. She started to relax, letting go of her own internal expectations of orgasm.

She started reaching the edge. Her breathing quickened and her back arched. Her nipples hardened and she let out a gentle squeak.

“Oh, yeah. That’s it baby. Let it out,” he said, continuing to lick and rub.

“Cum for me.” He moved his hands to her breasts to massage them and turned to lapping at her clit to keep stimulating her to orgasm.

“I-I’m cumming…” Her back was fully arched and she started to squirm from the pleasure.

“That’s it. You can do it.” He said as he moved his hands down to her thighs to hold her down so he could maintain pleasuring her where she liked it.

As she started to cum down from that oxytocin high, he began to kiss her inner thighs and then her hips, and slowly leaving kisses higher and higher up on her body until he was spooning her.

“That was…the best I’ve ever had.” She said sleepily.

“Oh yeah?” He chuckled. “I’m glad to hear it.” He pulled her in closer to him and nuzzled his face into her neck from behind. He seemed to be thinking deeply again.

“Is something wrong?” It was her turn to ask.

“What?” He seemed confused and then realized he was being quiet. “Oh. No, no. Of course not. I’m just thinking more about what could be causing you to tense during penetration.” He instinctively started to rub circles on her belly for comfort.

“Aw babe. You’re on a break from work, you don’t have to doctor me. I promise I’ll go to my gynecologist.” She immediately regretted promising that. She didn’t want to go to her gynecologist, they would definitely put metal clamps in her or something crazy and she was not about to lie there and willingly take that pain.

He started to develop a slightly stern demeanor, but he was still rubbing her belly. “What’s the point of having a doctor for a boyfriend if I can’t take care of you? I want you to be able to feel the pleasure of someone stroking your g-spot or the feeling of being completely interconnected with your partner. I want to be able to help you with these things. It’s what I do best. Please allow me to do that.”

Thinking about it, she realized he wasn’t trying to get his own pleasure. He truly believed she would get more erenköy escort pleasure from it. Besides, maybe he would be able to help her figure out what’s going on. She took a deep breath. “Okay, you can help me,” she said quickly, before she could change her mind.

He let out another sigh of relief. “Thank you.” And then there was a brief pause. “So…can I examine you really quick?” He knew that was a risky question so soon after building her trust.

“What? Like right now?” Her heart rate started to increase.

“Yes, baby, please? I just want to check something so I can make sure to have some things prepared in my clinic tomorrow.”

“Woah wait, tomorrow? Shouldn’t we wait a week or something? I’m sure you’re busy.” She didn’t expect him to move so fast with this. She had barely wrapped her head around the idea of him helping her with this.

“I’m actually not busy at all tomorrow. I just texted my assistant to put a hold on my calendar, so… we’re all set. You’re taking a day off from work and I’m going to help you figure this out.”

She was speechless. What more was there to say? It seemed like she had to let things play out.

“Now, can I please take a closer look? I promise I won’t hurt you or try anything.” Still in the spooning position, he kissed her shoulder and waited for her permission.

She let out a sigh of defeat. “If you must.”

He got excited and jumped up onto his knees. He put his hands on her knees and stroked them up and down to warm her up. “Alright, sweetie. Spread those legs for me, but keep your knees bent.”

She moved into his requested position and waited for further instruction.

“That’s perfect. Now, just take deep breaths for me while I take a look. Don’t forget – 4 seconds in, 4 seconds out. Nice and slow.” He did a few breaths with her and then began to lay down on the bed in between her legs. She felt his fingers spread her outer lips apart.

“Ooh, baby. You’re soaking wet. I could…clean you up if you want…” He chuckled, sounding a little proud of his handiwork. His mouth was very close to her entrance and she could feel his warm breath on it.

“Hey, that’s really unprofessional bedside manner,” she said jokingly, starting to instinctively shut her legs.

“Don’t worry, I’d only give you this special treatment.” He winked and gently spread her legs again. Laughing, he went back to his examination. She felt him spread apart her inner lips and felt around the entrance. Then, he came back up and closed her legs for her and brought them onto his lap as he sat across from her.

“So, doc. What’s the verdict?” She was trying to sound chill in an attempt to hide the insecurity in her voice.

“Well, I was mainly checking to see if you still had your hymen and it looks like you don’t. My first thought is that a lot of the tension might be purely psychological, from past relationships you’ve had…maybe some unrealistic expectations you’ve put on yourself. In any case, I recommend starting with some physical therapy.” He was rubbing her legs up and down, and looked her in the eyes to see her response.

“Physical therapy? For my vagina?” She was a little incredulous.

“Yes, you heard me right. Physical therapy for your vagina. With the right doctor, it’s proven to be really helpful for those that suffer from vaginal tensing due to psychological reasons. It’s almost a mix of Physical Therapy and Cognitive Behavioral Therapy because you’ll get rid of your previous conditioning and experience more…healthy instances of penetration.” His eyes were searching hers to see what she was really thinking.

It all sounded a little too good to be true, but she was willing to try it because he sounded so dedicated to the task. “Ok, let’s try it.” She smiled shyly at him, hoping she wouldn’t regret this decision.

He laid down next to her on the bed, back into the big spoon position. He kissed her neck and whispered, “I promise, I’m going to take such good care of you.”

Goosebumps started to form on her arms and the hairs on her neck prickled in delight. ‘How did she get so lucky?’ Was her last thought before she drifted off to sleep.

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Belle learned about sex at a very young age. She was one of the early bloomers in school and by the time she started high school, already wore a 36DD bra. Her nipples grew in proportion to her large, fleshy mounds. She would try to hide how large her breasts were in school. She wanted the boys to like her for her and not for her large breasts.

Somehow Belle made it through school with not even a first kiss much less that first caress she so desired. She turned 18 the summer before went away to college with her virginity still in tact. Her freshman year passed with little to no male attention brought her way. It wasn’t until her sophomore year at state that she really began to blossom.

Just before Christmas break, Belle went on a weekend trip with one of her college friends. It was then she met Matt. He was everything Belle could have wanted. He was tall, short blond hair, and the most amazing green eyes. The first time Belle laid eyes on Matt, her heart about beat out of her chest.

What a shock to learn her friend happened to know Matt and she begged an introduction. Sparks flew between the two but Belle was still too shy to say anything.

Over the Christmas break, Belle thought of Matt a lot. She imagined him taking one of her supple breasts in his mouth and sucking on. Her pussy would tingle at the thought of him caressing her body and she orgasmed many times thanks to her thoughts of Matt.

She could almost picture his toned body underneath his clothing. Every time she closed her eyes she could see her hands trailing down his chest and rubbing his cock through his jeans. In her mind, Belle was very brave and confident and had no hesitation as to what she wanted and how she would get it.

School started back in January and Belle was even more determined to try and see Matt again. She went home with her friend every chance she got. They ran into each other again and again but each time she saw him, her confident self hid behind her shy one.

Belle and a few of her friends drove to Florida for Spring Break. They came back early from the trip and decided to spend the rest of that break at her friend’s house. Belle again ran into Matt. This time she got up the courage and asked if he’d like to go eat breakfast with her group when the club closed down.

Belle couldn’t tell you who ordered what that night but she can tell you how amazing it was to have him sit beside her, their thighs touching. She smiled the whole time they sat in the restaurant. When it came time to leave, the four college girls and two men—the boyfriend of one of her friends—piled into the compact four-door car.

Belle sat in the middle of the back seat and Matt sat on her lap, his legs so long they had to rest on one of her friend’s lap. Her heart raced so fast when he sat down. She felt her panties moisten and could feel herself pulsing. She hoped he couldn’t hear her heart beat.

Matt çekmeköy escort had to wrap his arms around Belle’s neck to keep his balance. The short trip to take Matt and his friend back to their place passed in a blur. Belle stared deep in to Matt’s green eyes. His head lowered to hers.

Matt’s lips brushed lightly on her lips at first and he used his tongue to part hers. At first all Belle thought about was “Oh my god! My first ‘real’ kiss is in a car full of people.” Desire quickly took over and all thoughts left Belle. All she cared about was how great Matt’s lips felt on hers.

That first kiss ended all too soon and the men left. They made plans to see each other next day. Belle and her friend arrived that morning. Belle’s heart beat fast as she knocked on Matt’s door. She feared Matt would think last night was a mistake. He wiped her fears away with a quick kiss at the door.

Matt and Belle spent a long time in his room, gently exploring each other. Matt knew Belle’s virginity was still in tact and he took care not to go very far that first time. Before too long it was time for Belle to leave and head back to college with her friends. With one final kiss, Belle left.

The next weekend she couldn’t wait to get back to Matt. Thoughts of him and all he did to her consumed her that first week back at school. She found it hard to concentrate on her studies and counted the hours and minutes until Friday arrived.

As soon as the last one of her friends got out of class they drove the two-hour trip to meet with Matt. They hung out at his favorite bar all night. Nothing happened between the two—not even a kiss.

Matt told Belle he would like to see her the next day. Belle left that night on cloud-9 despite the fact they didn’t even dance. The next morning she arrived at Matt’s place around 10. They lay on the bed and started kissing. This time Belle’s most private part touched Matt’s manhood through their clothes. She could feel herself moisten and thought of all the things she wanted Matt to do to her. Her shy self emerged once again and she settled for kissing.

When Matt guided her hand to his jeans, Belle stopped breathing for a second. She’d never touched a man before and didn’t know what to expect. Matt showed her how to rub him through his jeans. She could feel how hard he was. He reached and unbuttoned his jeans.

Matt grabbed Belle’s hand and slid it into his jeans and she could feel his hardness through his boxers. She ran her hand over his penis and felt it throb. She almost moved her hand away but Matt reassured her.

“It’s okay,” he said. “It’s supposed to do that.” Belle nodded. Matt slid his jeans off to give her easier access to him. She grasped him fully in her hand and Matt moaned and threw his head back. It gave Belle more confidence as she slid his shaft out of his boxers cevizli escort through the flap.

She gripped it with her hand and began to move it up and down. Matt rocked his hips in time with her movements. Bravery overtook Belle and she lowered her lips to him. She paused for what seemed like an eternity before taking his head into her mouth.

Matt put his hands through her hair and guided her mouth up and down his shaft. She wrapped her lips around him and began to suck. She took him all the way in her mouth and gagged. Frightened she would embarrass herself by puking all over him; she quickly took him out of her mouth.

“It’s okay,” Matt encouraged Belle. “You’ll get the hang of it.”

Belle decided to lick his penis like a lollipop. She ran her tongue around the head and got her first taste of precum. It had just a hint of salt and wasn’t near as bad tasting as Belle feared. She took his shaft back into her mouth and sucked.

Her mouth slid up and down his hardened member. Matt grabbed her head and moved her faster and faster. Belle wasn’t sure what do to when “that” moment hit but she knew she didn’t want to look like a fool.

Matt’s breathing increased and Belle was encouraged to suck harder and faster in time with his moans. It wasn’t much longer before it happened.

“I’m going to cum,” Matt cried out.

Belle prepared herself for the worst. Loads and loads of warm, salty cream assaulted her mouth. She had no choice but to swallow his seed. Belle did so without gagging.

She smiled as she wiped her mouth. Matt lay there with a huge grin on his face.

“Thank you,” he said.

Again their time together was too short. He put his clothes back on and walked her back to her car. They didn’t get to see each other as much as they would have liked over the next couple of months. With finals over, Belle returned home for the summer.

Matt lived three hours from her now. They spoke on the phone as often as they could. Belle’s birthday grew near and decided what better present than to give her virginity to the man she loved.

She arose early that morning and packed for her trip to see Matt. Thoughts of how it would happen passed through her mind during those three hours. She read romance novels and knew how it was supposed to happen.

She prepared herself for the small amount of pain to be expected as he first entered her. All too soon the three hours were up and she found herself knocking on Matt’s door.

Belle became a bundle of nerves waiting for Matt. When he opened the door and invited her inside, she sat on his bed and put her hands in her lap. She didn’t tell him in advance that she was ready for this moment and wasn’t sure how to approach him.

They made some small talk about what happened in each other’s lives since they last saw each other and before erenköy escort long found themselves on Matt’s bed making out. Matt’s hand caressed Belle’s breast through her clothing. He reached under her shirt and grasped one breast.

Belle let out a sigh encouraging Matt to go farther. He had Belle lean up on her elbows and helped her remove her shirt. He reached around her and unclasped her bra.

Belle was a bundle of nerves inside. She tried to not think about what was happening and instead focus on how it felt. Matt took one of her large nipples in his mouth and sucked.

Belle closed her eyes and lay back down. While Matt sucked on one breast, he kneaded the other one with his hand. She began to writhe and grind under him trying to get him to press his penis close to her womanhood. He undid her pants and slid them off.

Matt parted her thighs gently and brought his mouth to her most precious part. He licked her lips apart causing Belle to cry out in shock and surprise.

“Lay back and let me please you,” commanded Matt. Belle tried to remember how it happened in one of the latest books she read.

He used his fingers to spread her moistness and stuck his tongue deep in her. Belle grabbed the bed sheets to keep from crying out. He darted his tongue in and out of her moistness. It felt so right to Belle. She still didn’t know how to tell Matt she was ready to give him her virginity.

She didn’t have to worry about that. Matt asked if she wanted more and Belle nodded her approval. Matt removed his clothes slowly with Belle watching. His shirt revealed his muscled chest and abdomen. He slid his jeans and boxers down in one swift movement.

He got on the bed beside Belle and kissed her, his hand once again finding her supple breast. He parted her thighs with his other hand and slowly scooted himself between her. He rubbed his hard cock over her wet center a few times before slowly entering Belle.

Extreme pain exploded through Belle. She grabbed Matt’s shoulders and dug her nails into his flesh. He stopped and mouthed, “I’m sorry” and waited for the pain to subside before moving.

Belle lost all thought of how romantic this should have been and tried not to think of how much it hurt for him to move in and out of her. Her tightness enveloped Matt’s thickness and within a few minutes it was over.

Matt kissed the tears streaming down Belle’s face. He held her tight to him and waited for the tears to stop.

“I had no idea it would hurt you this bad,” he said. “It will get better.”

Belle nodded wondering how anyone would ever want to do that again after that first time. She knew all those authors lied in their books. There were no fireworks. No music playing in the background.

There was only pain and hurt. She waited 20 years for this and didn’t want to ever have any part of it again.

They each dressed and sat on Matt’s bed. After the initial shock wore off of their act, Belle began to relax and couldn’t believe she was no longer a virgin. Her face glowed and she couldn’t stop smiling. She decided she would have to try it at least one more time before swearing off sex forever.

And she did. And sex is still very much a part of Belle’s life. That first time had to happen.

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“Hello Mr. Crawford. How are you doing on this chilly November day?”

I was putting my voting ballot in the collection machine when I heard the woman’s voice call my name. I recognized it instantly.

“Miss Roslyn!” I said, turning to greet the short woman who was the head librarian for our local city library. “How have you been?”

“I have been doing just fine.” She answered in her always, upbeat tone.”

“How do you like the new library?” I asked.

“Actually, Mr. Crawford, I have been retired for four years.”

“Well, I don’t get to the library much anymore and the kids haven’t mentioned anything. But, how are you enjoying retirement?”

“I have my garden, my two grandchildren and of course my husband requires a lot of my attention. He’s been an almost total invalid for two years now.”

“I’m very sorry to hear that, Miss Roslyn.”

It’s funny how you have an acquaintance that you might only see once a year and they still remember you like it was yesterday.

Mrs. Roslyn Parnell used to help my children at the library, Matthew even before he started school. She always seemed to be especially fond of my children and went out of her way to help them find reading material or research material for a school project.

In the beginning, I called her Mrs. Parnell, the name on her nameplate, until she asked me to call her just Roslyn. My upbringing would not allow that so she became Miss Roslyn.

I asked her to call me Dave but that never happened either.

She seemed to be a very educated woman always speaking in structured, metered and clear worded sentences.

“You have two daughters, if I remember correctly.” I said, remembering that both of the girls had given their mother quite a bit of anguish in their youth.

“Yes! But they do not live close. I only see my four grandchildren about once a year. It makes me sad but it is what it is.”

Me being me, I studied the woman wearing an old-fashioned, hem below her knees, dark blue, small bird print dress. The birds splashed various tones of pink over the dark blue dress. Her hair was in a boy’s style, but a woman’s length, dark brown hair, peppered with gray. Her eyes were dark brown. What little I could see of her legs showed that they were still strong and shapely, as I had appraised years ago and every time I saw her.

She was the type of person that never seemed to change. I figured years earlier she was probably in her late 50s, attractive at about 4’9″, a well-figured, solid looking woman. Now, with her age closing on 70, I figured, she retiring at 65, she was still quite an attractive woman. There was probably a 30+ years difference in our age, and, then as now, I found an older woman of greater sexual attraction.

“So, you said your husband is sick?”

“No. Actually, he is quite healthy but he has degenerative muscles and is pretty much confined to a wheelchair during the day or sitting in his chair.” She informed me. “Mr. Crawford, did you walk here today as you usually do? It is time for me to take a lunch break. Would you care to join me for lunch and meet my husband? He very much wants to meet you. I could drive you home later.”

“Yes. That would be nice.” I answered, the words “He very much wants to meet you” not raising any flags.

“Just let me get my coat and let someone know I am leaving.”

We chit chatted about the election race during the short drive to her home. I was impressed that the small lady drove a Buick LaSabre. It was a short drive of perhaps 10-12 minutes.

“Mr. Crawford, I must confess to something,” she said as she pulled alongside the house, parking in front of the garage. “I was hoping I would see you today, planning on it really, so I could invite you to lunch and meet my husband. Please take into consideration his physical disabilities. It has made him a bit brash and brazen. It has been hard on both of us for quite some time, as you will discover.”

I followed her into the house, through the back door into the kitchen and on into the living room. I saw a man sitting in a large cushioned chair and heard a TV.

“Darling, I have brought home a friend. Mr. Crawford has agreed to have lunch with us!”

“Good to meet you, sir!” Mr. Parnell welcomed me. “I have heard your name often over the years, you and your children. Finally, I get to meet you. Forgive me for not shaking hands.”

“Mr. Crawford, have a seat at the table and I will bring in our lunch in a few short minutes.” Miss Roslyn said, as she left for the kitchen.

Mr. Parnell appeared to be a tall man, easily well over 6 feet. His features were German as was his accent. His thinning white hair was combed straight down on his head. He wore a white T-shirt and gray cotton shorts.

His arms and legs were seemingly devoid of any muscle tissue.

A wheelchair and a hefty motorized lifting device sat close to the TV chair.

“It’s good to meet you, sir.” I offered, placing my hand on his forearm in place of shaking his hand. I pulled a chair from çekmeköy escort a collapsible table, moving it closer to Mr. Parnell’s chair. “You like soccer?” I asked as it was on the TV.”

“My gracious yes! I played in high school and college. Almost went professional, but I met Rosy and she won my heart.”

“She is a nice lady. Growing up, my kids adored her. Still do. “

“And a good-looking one too! Do you agree, Mr. Crawford?” He quizzed.

“Please! Call me Dave. And yes, she is a nice looking lady.”

Miss Roslyn entered the living room with a plate full of assorted sandwiches. She pulled the collapsible table over closer to her husband’s chair before hurrying back to the kitchen. It took two trips to place the three bowls of soup on the table and another two trips for the three glasses of iced tea, one containing a straw. Next came the salt, pepper, napkins and eating utensils. She finally took her seat, very close to her husband so she could feed him.

I scooted closer to the table.

“It’s all very good, Miss Roslyn.” I said between bites.

“I’ll make a deal with you. If you will call me Rosy, I will call you Dave?”

I smiled and told her it was a deal.

“You can’t tell it now, Dave, but 10 years ago I was 210 pounds, all from this lady’s cooking. And please, call me Henry.”

“I can understand why! What did you do for a living sir….. Henry?”

“Engineer! Locomotive type. Pulled coal mostly.” He replied proudly.

“How did you and Rosy meet?”

“Met the little lady in college. The captain of the soccer team didn’t have a long enough cock to keep her happy. Stole her away from him!”

Henry’s openly vulgar comment shocked me but I hid any expression on my face. I cut an eye at Rosy who was in the motion of raising the spoon into her mouth. Her eyebrows lifted and her shoulders shrugged.

“Little Rosy is a sophisticated woman, but get her blood up and she’ll ride you until the sun comes up.” Henry continued, eyeing me suspiciously at the finish. “Do you like older women, Dave?” He asked, in a strong voice.

Me being me, reacting to Henry’s vulgarity and adding in Rosy’s earlier statement about his “brashness” and her willingness to tolerate it, I decided to humor Henry.

I remembered an old 85-year-old bed ridden man. His wife somehow managed to convince, or paid, a young girl of perhaps 19 to come and sit on his bed for a couple of hours. He would feel her up and talk nasty to her in a low voice while she would carry on conversations with other family members in the room. Three times a week, like clockwork.

“Yes Henry I do? I answered.

“Then wait until you see what Rosy has for dessert!” Henry chirped.

Rosy seemed to make an effort to keep her husband’s mouth filled with food, maybe, I thought, to keep him silent.

We finished eating and Rosy began to clear the table. Refusing to allow me to help, I scooted my chair back over next to Henry’s chair and began concentrating on the soccer game on TV.

“Rosy! Where are you my turtledove!” Henry bellowed after a few minutes. “You wanted to offer Dave some dessert, didn’t you?”

“I was just finishing up the dishes Henry. I thought I would give you two some time to talk.” She said, as she returned to the door to the living room, leaning against the door-frame.

“I think I have ascertained all I need to from this young man.” Henry replied. “Why don’t you come closer and show Dave what you have to offer for dessert.”

Rosy looked at me with embarrassment in her eyes. “Maybe Mr. Crawford needs to be getting home?”

“What are you talking about!” Henry challenged. “You were so apprehensive that you would not see him today! He is here! Certainly, you are not having second thoughts?”

I like to think of myself as a good person but it was quite clear what was happening here. And aged man suffering with muscle problems concerned about his wife’s sexual health or maybe he was just a dirty old man refusing to give up and wanted to see someone fuck his wife. Or, sensing that Rosy had sought me out, maybe she was a consenting conspirator. I could not make a consensus on that quite yet.

“Do you not have to return to the recreation center?” I queried, offering her a way out.

“No. They are well aware that I need to leave sometimes.” She replied reservedly. “My husband is right. I have you here. I should at lease offer.”

“I have all afternoon Henry.” I rallied “if Miss Rosy is so inclined, I would like to see what’s on the menu.”

“You see! I told you!” Henry exclaimed. “Now, I’m in concert with, Dave, and with you my love. You will make me happy. And he will make you happy! Now, come closer and let your two favorite men see.”

I took note of his comment and pondered if I had conveyed an interest in Rosy over the many years. I had to admit the times I was ever around her my eyes appraised her. Maybe she had picked up on it.

Also, not really noticing cevizli escort before but the blinds and shades in the near vicinity of the room were drawn, the numerous lamps giving the room its illumination.

The seemingly modest lady moved forward unbuttoning her dress. Letting it drop off of her, she pushed the table from in front of her husband’s chair. I noted a smile on his face.

She then removed her shoes and lifted the slip over her head, leaving her in light pink Teddy pants and matching laced bra, much more provocative than one might have guessed a lady her age would wear and a perfect complement to her dress. She had dressed with anticipation.

“She’s beautiful isn’t she?” Henry appraised more than asked. “Turn around and let us see!”

He continued, “you may be interested in knowing we spent many years in a swingers forum. We traveled great distances to meet up with a few of them. In great part, due to this lovely lady, I have gotten my cock wet inside some lovely women. How big are you, Dave?”

“7 inches and thick.” I replied proudly.

“You hear that Rosy! I think you have a treat in store for you. Now, why don’t you take off that pretty bra?”

Rosy reached to the front and unclipped the bra pulling it wide to reveal breasts that were milky white, with smallest nipples that were slightly darker than her areolas, the areolas large and puckered. Her breasts, slightly less than a handful, could be deemed perky. Amazing for her age.

She moved to the side of her husband’s chair and lifted his arm, placing his hand on a breast, making his face beam with a smile.

“Now, my dear, show us your treasure.”

Rosy moved back to her previous position, facing us, and pushed the youthful, tight waist, Teddy pants off hips, down her legs, stepping out of them.

Her bush was not lavish but, I thought, it suited her body perfectly and again I was amazed she even had one at her age.

She repeated her first step, spreading her legs, putting her husband’s hand between her thighs and against her pussy.

“I am sure you are hard young man!” Let my wife and I see would you have inside your pants.

I took this comment as an offer to undress. I soon stood on the other side of Henry’s chair, naked, with my stiff erection. With a pronounced domed head, it’s slanted upwards a bit.

“Put my hand on it, sir.”

I did as directed and he was able to lightly grip my cock. He held it only briefly before letting go. I placed his hand back on the arm of the chair.

“Dave, I would appreciate it if you would roll my chair into the bedroom. Through that door.”

I did as directed, figuring he wanted to be facing the bed where no doubt Rosy and I were expected to be.

“Now, Dave, if you would help me onto the right-hand side of the bed.”

Duly surprise, I helped Henry, with Rosy assisting, onto the queen-size bed. She made sure her husband was comfortable and gave me an opportunity to study her ass.

Rosy, naked, was indeed a seductive woman. I intended for her to lead and waited patiently.

“Give me a kiss, Rosie.” He requested. After receiving his kiss, he said. “I leave you two to it.”

Rosy turned to me and moved in close lifting her head, placing her arms around my waist.

“I hope you don’t think bad of me?”

“Never, Miss Rosy.” I assured her, before kissing her lightly, my hands on her holding her upper arms.

After the brief kiss, Rosy walked around the bed and entered it positioning herself on her right side, leaving more than enough room for me to join her, which I did.

We snuggled close, my right knee slipping between her legs as I wrapped her in my arms. We kissed again, much more passionately. We kissed for many long minutes. She was a very feminine creature and smelled good.

She was the first to make a move, gripping my cock, massaging it. I pushed my knee into her crotch and she responded appropriately by riding it, arousing herself.

I broke our kiss and began to kiss around her face, neck and shoulders. Moving down to her breasts, she lost her grip on my cock and I maneuvered her to her back, straddling her hips to suckle on her breast alternately. She reacquired my cock as I caressed her breasts. Minutes passed.

“Bring it up to me.” She whispered.

It took a few moments for me to grasp what she meant. This elderly lady wanted my cock to suck.

I cannot call her a petite woman her being of short statute, but her body was full and solid, so it took a bit of caution to position myself over her face. She scooted down a bit and she took my domed head and about an inch of my shaft into her small mouth as her hands caressed my ass.

I glanced over to her husband. His head was turned watching his wife suck my cock. He caught my glance and looked up at me, grinning from ear to ear. Short minutes passed.

“Rosy, you promised to share.” Henry said.

She released by cock reluctantly. “Let him have erenköy escort a taste, Dave. I promised.

Lifting my left leg over her, I hesitated briefly before maneuvering, very carefully, to straddle the old man’s head. I felt reluctant. “You’ll have to push.” Rosy directed. He was soon taking nearly all of my cock into his mouth without choking. As I pulled outward his mouth suctioned my cock. About the sixth sequence I pulled it clear. I was close to coming and my breathing probably showed it. “If you need to come, go ahead!” She prompted. “That’s what he wants.” I put my cock back into his wide, waiting mouth.

I was aware of Rosy moving in behind me. Glancing behind me, I saw her sucking on the shriveled cock of her husband.

I found the events bizarre. A little over an hour ago I was voting. Now, I was in bed with a near 70-year-old woman and her invalid husband engaging in bi-sexual behavior. I remember the comment about the swingers forum and wondered if Rosy had ever had her head between a woman’s legs. I figured she had which only made me desire her more.

I was fucking Henry’s mouth trying to constrain myself so as not to choke him, but he was suctioning on my cock driving me insane. “AAAhhhhhhhhh!” I moaned loudly as my cock exploded, filling his mouth with an abundance of cum.

As I withdrew from him, Rosy was maneuvering to the outside edge the bed. I flopped on my back between her and her husband. Rosy moved in close to me placing her right leg over my legs. She snuggled against my chest and began playing with my limp cock.

“Have you invited someone over before, Rosy?” I queried.

“We traveled. Not so close to home, but we have done this numerous times. Mostly single men. It’s become too difficult and I was never comfortable. Henry has been pushing me to talk to you. He hopes you will want to play regularly. I really hope you don’t find this revolting?”

“Not at all, dear lady.” I assured her. “I do find it a bit humorous that I thought of you all these years as a straight-laced lady.”

“Oh, I’m far from that, young man.” She said, as she maneuvered down again taking my cock, my growing cock, into her mouth.

The old man next to me was smacking his mouth, tasting my cum, while he watched his wife suck my cock.

It did not take long, thinking about the eroticism of it all, to get my 7 inches back to full erection. I watched in fascination as Rosy straddled up over me, taking my cock into her hand, lifting her ass, positioning the head of my cock to her, and settling her-self onto it.

I found her pussy tight and it took a few moments for her to take it all.

“I can’t see it, Rosy!” Henry called with concern.

Rosy lifted herself off of me and directed me to change directions, putting my head all the way to the bottom of the bed. Thus repositioned, She went though the process all over again, which I found quite pleasing to watch.

She sat on the entire length of it for long moments. She then began to ride it slowly, not withdrawing much of it, just thrusting herself down onto it.

“Rosy?” Henry questioned

“Henry, give me a minute, are you going to let me enjoy myself? I know what you want. I won’t forget!”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He replied apologetically.

Rosy rode my cock a bit longer before letting her chest down on me.

“There, my love, do you see it now?”

“Oh yes!” He said gleefully. “Is my Rosy’s pussy tight, Dave?”

“Very tight, Henry!” I replied. “I feel very fortunate to have my cock in your lovely wife’s tight pussy. Thank you for sharing her treasure with me.”

I made lengthy sentences using sexually explicit banter, knowing it was thrilling to the old man’s ears.

“You really think my pussy is tight?” She whispered lowly into my ear, not intended for her husband to hear.

“It’s very tight, warm and wet.” I assured her just as secretively.

“Is my pussy wet?” Her loudness intended for her husband’s ears.

“It’s glistening with lady juice, my love!” He exclaimed. “Your young man’s shaft is glistening wet with it too.”

“Has a man ever suck your cock before?” She asked in a normal volume. “My husband, I’ve been told, is quite good at it.”

“Rosy, You suck a cock real good too, I’m here to say!” Henry interjected.

“My first. And this little lady does, I can attest! She sucks a cock real good! You see how quick she got me hard after you sucked my cock dry, coming in your mouth. Now, I can fuck her all day!”

Rosy had not moaned much up until now. Her breathing was audible and I felt it against my chest. Her thrusting of her ass back onto my cock was increasing in rhythm and I felt her nails biting into my sides.

She lifted herself up and her ass gyrated on my cock. My extended talk, intended for her husband, had, no doubt, an effect on her too.

I watched the lady, her eyes close, hands on her thighs, with fascination as she rode my cock. She was laboring hard to bring herself to orgasm.

“Come for us, Rosy!” Henry urged loudly. “Come on Rosy!”

“Shut up…… Henry……… Please!”

“Okay. Okay.” The old man muttered lowly.

Lying passive until now I began to thrust slightly upward. It seemed to please her and I ventured to make it a little bit stronger. I was intoxicated with the effort this older lady was putting into her effort to come.

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After the divorce, life just went sour. I was afraid of relationships after just getting out of an abusive relationship. I didn’t really date, didn’t want to. The kids were grown and on their own. I rented a nice little house in a quiet neighborhood. I thought for sure nothing bad could happen to me there.

I advertised for a roommate because the rent was high. I was very careful with checking out people who were prospective candidates. That’s when I saw the e-mail from Robin. She was divorced, just getting back on her feet, and I thought she would make an excellent roommate. We got together for dinner because I wanted to know her better before she moved in. Her story sounded much like my own. She seemed perfect, so we made the arrangements, agreed on who would do what and moved her in.

While we sat one night a couple of weeks later watching a very sexy romantic movie, a bottle of wine between us, Robin slid close to me and put her arm around me. I didn’t think anything of it. She was a very nice person and I was feeling pretty good from the wine, so I just relaxed against her. She gently tilted my chin and kissed me full on the lips, her tongue sliding in to caress my tongue. My whole body jumped with the electric sexual thrill. I kissed her back, wanting aydınlı escort to caress her lips with my own. Not thinking, not caring, just loving the feel of her.

She gently pushed me back against the arm of the couch, lying on top of me. I could feel her breasts tight against my own, her bare satin smooth legs entwined with mine. I held her tight as I slid my hand down the back of her panties, squeezing her ass, running my finger up the crack. I don’t know where my boldness came from. I had never done anything like this in my life, but I knew with no uncertainty that I didn’t want to stop.

She sat up and pulled my nightie over my head. My senses exploded as she kissed and licked my nipples, her hand sliding beneath my panties and between my thighs. She bit my nipple as her finger slid inside me, making me hot and wet. Between my slippery pussy lips, she played with my clit until I moaned softly.

I was aching for her touch when she slid my panties down my legs. I put one foot up on the back of the couch and raised my hot, soaking wet pussy to her lips. Her tongue swirled over my clit and inside me. I felt her finger slide into my tight little asshole setting me on fire. I was throbbing, bağdat caddesi escort pushing myself against her face, wanting more, ready to cum when she stopped. I was confused as to why she had stopped since I was so hot I was ready to explode.

She quickly undressed as I sat up. I had never done anything like this, but I was guided by desire for her. I kissed her hard as I slid my hand between her thighs. I had never touched another woman this way and was amazed at how electrified it made me feel to slide my fingers over her clit and deep inside her. I licked her nipples and gently nibbled them. I slid my hand farther back and shoved my finger into her ass. I was amazed at how tight and hot she was.

I wanted to taste her. I slid off the couch as she bent over, leaning on the back of the couch. Her ass and pussy right in my face. I gave her an experimental lick and loved the taste of her, hot and wet in my mouth. I pushed my tongue inside her wet pussy licking and sucking the juice from her vagina. Even bolder, I pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and started licking her tight little asshole and shoved my tongue inside. I could hear her moan as she pushed back against bostancı escort my face. I put three fingers in her vagina as I kept licking and sucking her ass. I felt her stiffen as she squealed my name and quickly I put my mouth over her, feeling the cum gush from her hot pussy into my mouth.

Feeling unbelievably hot and still wanting more I laid back as she picked up a dildo and started licking my ass again. Raising her head, she told me to play with my myself while she fucked my ass with the dildo. I had never had any type of anal sex before and I was afraid to try it. She was so gentle, pushing it in a little at a time, while she watched me caress my clit and slide my fingers into my vagina. Faster and faster I caressed myself until I realized she had pushed the entire dildo inside me, fucking me gently. It escalated quickly. I told her I was ready to cum. Still fucking me with the dildo she leaned down and started licking my vagina as I felt my cum pour into her mouth. I was stunned.

I pushed her back and started swirling my tongue over her clit as I pushed the dildo into her ass. As she reached down to caress herself, I licked her vagina, pushing, and pulling the dildo in and out of her ass. She shuddered as I felt her cum hot and wet on my lips, licking up every drop with my tongue.

As the storm of passion slowly faded, I laid beside her, holding her close, caressing her as she caressed my body with her hand. A new life had opened for me, whether love or lust, it made no difference to me at this time of sharing a new reality. I just wanted to hold tight to this night of pleasure and pleasurable surprises.

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Here is my entry into the Halloween Contest. Any votes and comments would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.

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I always thought of myself as a hopeless romantic. It seemed like I was always falling for the girl who would be the most unattainable for me. I think it started with my first crush on my teenage babysitter when I was 10 years old. She was so smart and nice to me and I had so much fun with her, who could blame me for getting a crush on her. When I was starting to be aware of the opposite sex, it seemed like I skipped over girls my own age and looked at girls who were years older than me. I did date a few girls my own age in middle school, but they didn’t interest me as much as the girls in the next grades. I never really thought of it as a fetish or anything like that once I learned that term, I could appreciate the beauty in girls my own age, but I just wasn’t fully drawn to them.

During my freshman year of high school, I had a huge crush on my Honors English teacher, Miss Walker. She had only been teaching for a couple of years and was in her mid-twenties. She was beautiful in a bookworm sort of way with her long brown hair and her black frame glasses. She was modest in the clothing that she wore but you could tell that she was fit and she had large tits that had to be D cups. Compared to most of my other teachers she seemed genuinely excited to be a teacher and found a way to make every class interesting. Honors English was the class that I excelled the most in so it was the only class that I liked to raise my hand and speak in. I got a thrill every time Miss Walker said how I was right or that I had brought up a good point.

Miss Walker was helping out with the yearbook class which the older English teacher next door taught so she always had her classroom open before and after school, and also during lunch. I took to hanging out with my friends in her class during lunchtime since I had her class the period after lunch hour. My friends had classes across campus so they would leave a few minutes before lunch ended to make it on time. I would use this time to read a little or polish off some homework. Miss Walker saw I was reading and asked what book I was reading. When I told her, she said how she had read that series a couple of years ago and how much she loved it. That got us talking about other books and then T.V. shows and movies. I loved talking to her one on one. When she would smile, I felt my heart melt at the thought that her smile was just for me. I know I was crazy for having a crush on a teacher, but I couldn’t help but feel that way for her.

I didn’t have her as a teacher for my sophomore or junior year, but I still hung out in her classroom for lunch almost every day. I thought it would be weird at first when I was no longer in her class, but when I spent the first week of my sophomore year away from her classroom and then decided to finally eat lunch there, she said how she had missed me and wondered what had happened to me.

I signed up for AP English in my senior year. Since I had a free period after I made my schedule, I decided to take yearbook class as well that year. The old teacher for both classes ended up getting sick and having to stop teaching that year right before school started, so I was surprised when on the first day of school Miss Walker was the new teacher for both classes. It felt good to be in her class again. I hit my growth spurt during the summer before senior year and put on some lean muscle from joining the tennis team with my friends. When Miss Walker saw me for the first time, she seemed confused for a moment and had this look in her eyes that I didn’t know what it meant. Now I was taller than her by several inches and she had to look up at me.

Between having two classes with Miss Walker and spending a lot of my idle time at school in her classroom we talked more than ever. My friends teased me all the time about my crush on Miss Walker and I didn’t blame them, but at the same time, I just loved being around her.

When I turned eighteen at the start of October I was surprised when Miss Walker gave me a present in between class periods. I unwrapped it and it was a box set of one of my favorite book series. I told her how they had been lost during a move and I hadn’t gotten around to getting them again. I was so happy that I couldn’t help myself and I hugged her. Miss Walker seemed to tense up for a moment and I realized what I was doing. I was about to let go but then Miss Walker hugged me back. The hug lingered and then she reluctantly pulled away. We had just enough time to separate before a student walked in.

For the rest of the month, something seemed different about Miss Walker. We had already talked a lot together before, but now she seemed to be paying me extra attention. She also started to come to school more dressed up than usual. Before she would never wear makeup and her clothes were often loose on her and hid her curves, but now she started to come in with some makeup that highlighted her natural beauty and wore outfits that clung to her curves better aydınlı escort and showed off how amazing her body was. Some of my classmates speculated that she had a boyfriend.

My school held an annual bonfire the Friday nearest to Halloween, this year Halloween was on a Saturday. It wasn’t much, but it was one of the only events that the school put on that most of the students liked to attend. I guess there was something about a giant fire, games of chance, food, and club booths that drew in students. My money was it was the fire that did it.
Miss Walker was running the yearbook/spooky books booth and had asked for volunteers to help out. I had raised my hand immediately to help out. I knew that a few of my classmates thought I was a teacher’s pet, but I didn’t care as long as I got to spend more time with Miss Walker. Another student and I were chosen to help out, but when I showed up to help Miss Walker to set up after school, she told me how the other student had texted saying that she was sick so it was just the two of us working the booth that night.

Miss Walker was dressed up in the same witch costume that she had worn during school. It wasn’t super revealing, but at mid-thigh length, the skirt was shorter than anything else she had worn before, and the blacktop allowed some of her ample cleavage to be seen. Her costume looked like a sexy Hermione outfit with her long golden-brown hair, the short cloak, and Gryffindor emblems on it. I tried my best to not stare as we talked, but every now and then my eyes would be drawn to her tits. I tried to be sneaky when I would look at her tits and I was confident that she hadn’t caught me. I had spent the last four years checking her out in secret. Like usual we talked about the books we liked and what shows or movies we had recently watched. We tended to have a lot of the same interests, and when we found something that the others hadn’t read yet we would share books. When we talked it didn’t seem like how a student and teacher would talk, but rather like two friends talking.

The bonfire was dying out and the event was ending. Miss Walker started to put her stuff away into boxes. I helped her without being asked. “You don’t have to help, really, I got this, go have fun with your friends,” she said.

“I have more fun with you,” I said with confidence that I had no idea where it came from.

She smiled, but then said, “You really have spent enough time with me tonight.”

“What if I said I wanted to spend more time with you tonight?”

I thought I saw her blush, but then she turned her back to me and bent over to pick up a box. Her skirt clung tightly to her plump ass. She looked back and caught me checking her out again, “Are you going to help me out then or just stare?”

“Sorry,” I said. It took a few trips for us to take everything to her car.

“Thank you, it would have taken me twice as long to get this done,” she said as we put the last box into her trunk.

“Anytime for my favorite teacher. Have a good night.” I said and turned to start to walk home.

“Wait…do you want a ride home?” She asked.

“I don’t mind walking,” I said, playing it cool when really I was excited that she had offered to give me a ride.

“You kept me company all night and helped me out, let me repay you.”

“Ok, you win,” I said. I walked to the driver’s side door and opened the door for her.

“Oh, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” It felt odd sitting in my teacher’s car. It was cluttered with some books and papers that she had had to move off of the passenger seat for me to take my seat, but other than that it was clean and smelled like cherry suckers.

“Sorry for the mess,” Miss Walker said as she threw some more stuff into the back seat.

“It’s not that bad.” She asked where I lived and when I told her she said that we didn’t live too far away from each other. We drove in awkward silence for a minute. We normally talked and got along so well, but being with her right now in her car was outside of my usual environment with her so it threw me off a little. I knew that Miss Walker giving me a ride home wasn’t technically wrong, but was something that would be highly frowned upon if the school found out.

“So,” she finally said, breaking the silence, “are there any girls in that you like?”

We had talked about so much together, but we had rarely talked about anything overly personal like that before. “No, not at the moment,” I said honestly as long as I didn’t count Miss Walker, who was a woman, not a girl.

“What about Heather, you two seem to really get along in class.”

“She’s nice,” I said.

“She is a beautiful girl, and I’m pretty sure she likes you,” Miss Walker said.

“Yeah she is, but she isn’t exactly my type,” I said.

“Oh, what is your type then?” She asked after a moment.

“While, I like a girl who is smart, funny, and also has a nice personality.”

“She seems to have all of those things,” Miss Walker said.

“Yeah, but bağdat caddesi escort I also like my girls to be a little older, I don’t really think I am all that into high school girls, to be honest,” I said.

“You are still young, maybe you should give some of the high school girls a chance. I am sure Heather and some other girls are dying to get a chance at you.”

“I doubt it,” I said.

“Don’t talk like that. You are one of the nicest and smartest students I have ever had, and you are handsome too. There has to be someone that you like,” she said.

Why was she asking me about this? Did she know about the secret that I had been holding in for years? I had dreamed of the perfect moment for years to confess my feelings for Miss Walker. I questioned if this was the time. Why would she be asking me so much about this if she wasn’t curious for some reason other than just wanting to make idle small talk?

“There is someone who I have had a crush on for almost four years now,” I said.

“Who is it?” she asked.

“I don’t know if I should tell you,” I said, still debating if I should or not.

“Come on, I promise I won’t tell, don’t you trust me?” she asked with a pout.

“Ok, she is older than me-“

“Is she in college?” Miss walker asked. We made it to my house and she parked in front.

“No, a little older than that. She is kind and smart and beautiful, and I have had a crush on her since I first saw her.” I paused for a moment, thinking about backing out, but now that I was starting to tell her there was no going back. “Every day I see her, I can’t help but think about how amazing she is, and how much I love talking to her.

“Who?” she asked quietly.

“It’s you.” Here it was, I said it. The moment I had thought over for so many years now, what was she going to say, how was she going to react? Did I just ruin my friendship with her and was the rest of the school year going to be super awkward now? The silence stretched on for a minute as my mind went into overdrive thinking about all of the different, mostly bad, possibilities.

“Oh Justin, I’m flattered, really I am, but I am your teacher. You have to know that you liking me can’t come of anything right? It would be illegal and immoral if I had a relationship with a student.”

“But I’m eighteen now and I know, that’s why I have never said anything,” I was already starting to feel how much of an idiot I was for thinking that I had a chance with her.

“I could still lose my job. Plus, I’m way too old for you and you deserve to be seeing girls your own age and enjoying high school while you can.” She must have been able to tell how upset I was because she reached out and held my hand gently.

“You’re not too old for me, your only ten years older, that doesn’t mean anything to me. I’ve tried to get over my crush on you, but none of the girls my age can come even close to you,” I said.

“Justin, stop,” she said and grabbed my hand.

“No. I have held this in for years now and I have tried waiting but I can’t. How do you expect me to try and date other girls when you are the one who has my heart and I think about all the time? It wouldn’t be fair to them when all I would do the whole time is comparing them to you. No one else is as beautiful or smart as you. You always talk about yourself as if you were some old maid but you are still young and amazing and I hate hearing you talk about yourself like that all the time. We are already such good friends. I can’t help but think that if I was with you then I could show you just how amazing you really are.”

I felt like I was fully spent after that outburst, I had laid it all out there, and even if this was the end of our friendship, at least I could tell myself that I had tried. Neither one of us said anything and the silence stretched on. The dread of her further rejecting me built up, but that didn’t happen. She hadn’t let go of my hand. I started to sense that there was something different happening, but it was hard to put a reason for the feeling. I turned and looked at Miss Walker and she looked back at me. We held each other’s gaze and all of the stress of confessing my feelings for her seemed to start to melt away. I don’t remember consciously thinking about doing it, I would have never tried it if I wasn’t acting on instinct. I leaned over and kissed her. Miss Walker let out a small “mumph” and squeezed my hand. At first, she didn’t kiss me back, but she also didn’t resist the kiss, her lips parting. Her grip on my hand relaxed and she started to kiss me back.

My whole body started to tingle with excitement from having the woman who I had a crush on for years kissing me back. I had only kissed a few girls and they didn’t even compare to how it felt to be kissing Miss Walker. When we finally broke apart, we were both panting.

Miss Walker broke the silence. “We shouldn’t have done that.” I kissed her gently. “This is wrong,” I kissed her gently again. “Ohhhh fuck it,” she said and kissed bostancı escort me deeply. I wasn’t prepared for when she flicked her tongue across my lips and then slid it into my mouth. I did my best to French kiss her back, but I wasn’t used to it and I was feeling so turned on that it was hard for me to keep up with her. I started to kiss up and down her neck, working my way down to her chest. I kissed her cleavage and made her moan.

After kissing and sucking on her neck and cleavage for a few minutes Miss Walker gently guided my lips back up to hers. We kissed deeply one last time and then she pushed me back to my seat.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this… here,” she said, the start of her sentence scared me, but then the end of it gave me hope. “Do you have any plans for tomorrow night?” she asked me.

“No.”

“Why don’t you meet me at my apartment, there is a costume party my friend invited me to if you want to go with me,” she said. She seemed hesitant as she asked me this.

“Isn’t that a bit risky?” I asked.

“Yeah, but as long as you wear a costume no one will know who you are,” she said.

“Ok.” I did have plans to hang out with my friends, but if they knew the reason why I was canceling on them, they would understand. Of course, I wasn’t going to tell them. Miss Walker gave me her number and we kissed and hugged one last time before I got out of her car. I seemed to float to my room from the euphoria that I was feeling I went straight to my room and jumped onto my bed. I couldn’t believe it, I confessed my feelings for Miss Walker and we had made out, and even more, I had an invitation to go to a party with her on Halloween. I thought about making out with Miss Walker and how much of her tits I had gotten to kiss. I pulled out my throbbing erection and started to jerk off, replying over and over again in my mind the feel and taste of her lips on mine. I was so worked up that I came just a couple of minutes. My cum shot up and landed all over my shirt. I took it off and used it to clean up myself up and then threw it into my hamper.

I lay in bed, going back over tonight and how perfect it had all gone. I had had so much anxiety building up over the years about what would happen once I finally confessed my feelings for her. I had always had fears of how it could go wrong, and fantasies about how it could go right, but it going right had always been thought of just that, as a fantasy because there was no way that an amazing woman like Miss Walker would possibly like me back. Now that I had confessed and it worked out perfectly, I felt like there was a huge weight off of my shoulders.

I looked on my phone at Miss Walker’s number, tangible proof to me that what had just happened hadn’t been some kind of delirious fantasy. I wanted to text her so badly but wondered if that would come off as desperate. In the end, I decided to text her asking if she made it home safely.

She responded saying that yeah, she had and added a smiley face at the end of it.

“I really had fun tonight,” I texted.

“Me too,” she responded. We texted back and forth for the next hour until she said that she was about to fall asleep. It was a little weird texting her for the first time, especially since it didn’t seem like I was texting a teacher, but more like just a girl who I liked. I spent so long putting Miss Walker on a pedestal because she was a full-grown woman and my teacher, that it was going to take some getting used to thinking of her as a person as well. We said our goodnights and she sent me her address with a winky face saying that she would see me tomorrow, I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

***

I woke up to a good morning text from Miss Walker, no, I had to get used to using her actual name that she had put down in the contact, Melissa. I responded good morning back and we texted throughout the day.

The party was going to start around eight but Melissa wanted me to show up at her house before then. I knocked on her door and waited a couple of minutes for her to open it. My phone buzzed and when I looked at my message from her, she said for me to let myself in. “Have a seat, I’m just finishing getting ready,” Melissa called out from the bathroom.

I took a seat and looked around me. She didn’t have the biggest apartment, but it was well furnished. Along one wall of the living room were three large full bookcases. After a couple of minutes of sitting there, I decided to get up and check out the books. She had a wide variety, there was a lot of the books that we had talked about reading, along with what looked like textbooks from when she was in college on teaching practices. One shelf of the bookcase was nothing but romance books. I pulled one of them from the shelf and looked at the cover, it looked like a typical romance cover with the heroine clutching at the hero’s bare chest and both of them looking longingly at each other.

I heard Melissa walking out of the bathroom. I was going to tease her about her reading choices, but when I turned around and saw her outfit my jaw dropped. She was wearing the Hermione witch outfit that she had worn at school, but this version was much more sex. She was wearing high heels, fishnet stockings her miniskirt barely made it passed her midthigh, and the blazer that she was wearing that had the Gryffindor crest on it was a tight fit and was low cut so that her tits wear barely contained inside of it.

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It was early, too early to get up on his day off. He turned under the covers, stretched…and then felt the warm, ample body next to him. And remembered.

i

They were standing in the kitchen, as they did so often, drinking his special concoction of herbal tea and gin. They had music in the background, probably Mavis, definitely some gospel. Laughing, she’d turned to look at his window shelf, and he slid behind her to reach up into the cabinet for the bag of stevia.

He brushed against the skin on her arm as he reached up, and the shock was immediate. He felt dizzy, light-headed. She turned, feeling him hesitate. “You OK?” she asked, concern furrowing her brow.

And then he kissed her.

If he’d felt the slightest resistance, he would have stopped immediately, made amends. But the opposite was true. His mouth was tentative at first, fumbling. How long had it been since he kissed someone? Years. A decade? But if anything, after her first moment of surprise, he felt her settling in to him. Her small sigh and the shifting of her body to nestle closer to him, to open herself to the moment. Emboldened, he became more searching, putting his hands on the curve of her waist, sliding his leg just slightly in between hers for a little more grounding, increasing the pressure of his lips against hers.

They talked so much, always. She was a processer, and a thinker (a librarian, it came with the territory) and he was a poet. Their conversations ranged over so many things: faith, politics, home, identity, cities, gardening, food, life. He loved those moments when they shared themselves, continued in an unveiling they’d done for over 20 years.

But aydınlı escort this was new, different. He’d only been with men, the last few people she’d dated were women. This was knowing her in a different, wholly unexpected way.

It was shocking. But it felt so fucking good.

ii

After an hour of this, unbridled, he could tell she was getting a little tired. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. She had a slightly dazed expression on her face—disbelief, flushed with desire, a little exhaustion. “Hey.” He said softly. “Are you ok?”

“I just…” She closed her eyes, breathed in. With unspoken agreement, they pressed their foreheads together. “It’s a lot to take in. “

“Yes.” He paused, quietly hoping for a different answer. “Do you need to go?”

She opened her eyes quickly. “Do you need me to?” she asked, watching him carefully.

He knew that what he said in this moment meant so much. He had the home advantage here (as, unfairly, he knew, he always did) and that his decision right now might mean the difference between laughing this off as a mistake…and the start of something much more. He was afraid. He wanted to say yes. He took a breath.

“No.” He smiled, touching her face. “I want you to stay.”

iii

He’d never understood what “making love” meant. Even with El, when they had sex, as tender as it could be in moments, with him, it was fucking. But this—now–

This was making love.

There was so much intensity to it, but yet a gentleness, an unfolding, that made him blindingly hard with desire. He was used to the act, bağdat caddesi escort the focus on cock, on meeting a goal, on getting off. She took her time, wondering over things he’d never even noticed (the curve of his collarbone, his nipples, his hands) and made the hours slow and stretch.

Part of them knew this was going so fast (too fast?). But then part of them both wondered how they’d ever waited this long.

When she finally unbuckled his belt buckle, he thought he might faint from the pleasure of it all. She undid the button of his jeans and slid her hand beneath his waistband, cradling him.

“Wait.” he whispered, slightly embarrassed. “I don’t want to come too fast.”

He’d been touching her all along, marveling in the feel of her soft skin, so smooth. But now he paused, making sure it was allowed, and slid his palm underneath her skirt, up her leg, stroking gently until he reached her panties. He cupped his hand over her, then slid a finger inside, feeling the heat and the wetness as she gasped.

So different. And yet how amazing to feel this parallel desire from her, this wanting. The analytical part of him, the observer, felt like he was taking notes, trying to remember everything so he could write about it later, put it in a form he could preserve to never forget.

But then the rest of him was here, with her, touching and moving and tasting and exploring. So much pleasure…

iv

When she took him in her mouth, he thought he would instantly erupt. Her mouth was so warm, her tongue covering the length of him with firm, languid strokes. bostancı escort He watched her suck him and felt the pressure building there, trying to hold himself back to make it last. She looked up at him, smiling. “Come for me,” she said, giving him permission.

And so, he did.

V

They were tangled in each other, he nestled between her legs. Both spent. He’d spent the next two hours exploring her with his hands and mouth, fascinated, curious, intent on her pleasure. Even with his inexperience, he’d brought her over the edge so many times, and now they lay together—having that joy of the aftermath with someone you truly cared for, getting to recline in that safety and warmth.

But now. He felt the stirrings of him there—felt the heat of her, the slick wetness of her hardening him as they lay there together. She felt it too, as she moved her face from his shoulder to look in his eyes again.

They’d gone so far down this path already—but this was a true turning point. Were they sure?

He was trying, with what mental capacity he had left, to add to making a good decision.

But he had to admit that he wanted to know her like that. To have her be his first experience with a woman.

“Tell me what you want.” he rasped, shifting his hips, feeling the almost unbearable pressure of her against him. “I’ll do what you want. Anything.”

And with one smooth motion, she reached down between them, opened her legs slightly, and slid him inside her.

“This. I want this.”

He gasped with the shock and newness of the feeling of her around him. She moaned, opening wider, granting him access. He thrust deeper, needing more of her.

And together, they began to move.

Vi

And now. The day after. She lay in bed next to him, asleep. He laid there quietly, probing his emotions? Regret? Remorse?

No. Just gratitude.

He didn’t know what this meant for their future, but he knew how he felt, and all of it felt amazing.

He only hoped she would feel the same.

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