This was her Friday. Rosalie was looking forward to two days off. There was a movie on Netflix she’d been planning to see. Her bathroom needed some painting. She had been thinking of getting a cat.
As she sat, sipping coffee in the break room, eating her jalapeno tuna fish sandwich, her phone rang. Irritated, she checked the number. Her friends all knew better than to call her during work hours.
But this was Celia, her next-door neighbor. They weren’t especially close, but they did enjoy each other’s company. They had started a garden on the apartment building’s rooftop. And Celia had a key to Rosalie’s apartment in case of emergencies.
One day just after school had ended, I was relaxing in my family’s pool. My parents were at work and under the impression that I was planning my college future. School had just ended and the last thing that I wanted to do was thing about more school. My sister, who was about a year older than I was, was also enjoying the cool water.
I have always joked to my wife, that she should be a model, she is a very young attractive thirty two year old with a body of a gymnast. Kristen, takes great pride in her appearance and works very hard keeping up her figure. With all of the joking aside, I could imagine her in a little frilly teddy posing for pictures to some European photographer that doesn’t know any English except “Beautiful.”
Beth crossed the dark guestroom and slapped me, snapping her hand across my left ear and cheek. I reeled away, half-falling to the bed. I caught her second swing, outlined, now, by the exterior lights.
“Beth!” I exclaimed and she stopped straining to strike me. “What the hell are you doing?”
Initially, she was silent, struggling to pull her arm from my hand. We both heard the low drone of the shower in the bathroom and she hissed at me, “You were mine.” I pushed her away and flipped the light switch by the veranda door. A lamp on either side of the bed flickered to life. In the low light of the guestroom, I knew how I would look, naked, muscular and hairy, cock still slick from congress with her daughter. Beth, a gorgeous brunette, was flush, her face red and the magnificent swell of her breasts heaving beneath a fitting tan top.
Saturdays at work were terrible. It was almost always a pointless day. You’d think it would be an easy day since it’s only a four hour shift, but you would be wrong. Most Saturdays we would only have four cars scheduled and it was almost always just inspection or oil changes. Which would generally leave either a two to three hour gap at the end of the day which always dragged on. Or the cars would be spaced out by a half hour or so and there was still a long gap at the end of the day. In either case it was a long four hours to sit there staring out the window. There usually isn’t even any eye candy to stroll by the parts window. The Saturday shift just plain sucked.
I grew up in a very conservative family. My father was the boss in the family business, which was created by his father, which was my grandfather. My mother took care of the house and the children, whatever else she wanted to do the approval had to be given by my father. A wife was to be her husband’s adornment and calling card; I, my sisters and brothers were brought up with this motto.
Cecily? Father is calling you. I was pulled out of the activity by the voice of one of the brothers, Arthur.
I am on my way. I nod as I put my knitting aside. I run it over the fabric of my blue dress a few times to smooth it out and present myself impeccably in front of my father.
My father was a traditionalist. Together with our mother they took care of our impeccable dress. Especially the girls. Our dresses, because that was all we could wear, usually reached our ankles or mid-calf. Anything shorter was inappropriate. Tights were also compulsory. My family believed that ladies from good homes should always have them.
We’ve been married now for just a few years, Samantha and I. We’ve enjoyed a healthy and exciting sex life so far, with twists and turns every once and a while. I never could have expected what would happen one spring day that Sam was home while I was working.
My neighbors, Tom and Beth, had lived on the other side of the garden wall with their three children for 22 years. With their youngest, Lacey, off to college, they'd invested their time in renovations that had recently escalated to a full reconstruction of their sprawling Victorian. According to Tom, half the plumbing leaked and the other half was lead, so it all had to go. Being a good neighbor, and valuing the occasional invite to their holiday parties, I graciously offered access to my house while they waited on the plumbing work, specifically leaving the veranda doors of a guest room unlocked for their free use.
Cruising the web one night I stumbled across a dating site for people wishing to explore fetish and alternative lifestyles. I was reluctant to join because it’s hard to know just how secure these sites are, I’d heard a lot of horror stories.
The one thing I liked was that they were very strict about mature age requirements. A birth certificate and photo ID were required but kept confidential. I also had to file an affidavit that I was indeed who I said I was and that I was over the age of twenty one.
The sun sits low in the west. The temperature broke a record high today. Humidity hangs in the air, and I feel its heaviness when I breathe.
I’m in my friend’s cozy, little kitchen. I’m looking through the cupboards for a large glass. It’s my first time visiting his apartment, and I note with pleasure that his home, though small and sparsely decorated, is thoroughly clean and comfortable. A delightful breeze touches me through the open windows. Curtains blow in the breeze, and a fan hums pleasantly in the background. I feel safe here.
I remember back to when my friend and I first met. We got to know each other earlier this year when we, literally, bumped into each other at a local botanical garden, and our friendship, forgive the awful pun, blossomed from there.
This Adult Store was classier than the others he’d visited in the past; clean, well lit, and located in a nicer part of the city than most. The clientele was certainly better; a smattering of well-dressed businessmen and women as opposed to the bald, overweight, sweaty looking slobs who usually frequented some of these establishments.
As I browsed the display racks filled with silicone vaginas, prostate stimulators and cock rings, I couldn't shake my feelings of shame and embarrassment.
The summer seemed to be racing by with lots of glorious days just messing about in boats, shooting at tin cans in the sea, and occasionally visiting Jess’ house, to swim in their pool which, mercifully, was a lot warmer than the lough.
On one such occasion we were the only two there, as her family had gone out for the day. It was one of those beautiful days that only seem to happen when you are young. The sun blazed through the heavens and the sheltered area round the pool was baking.
We occasionally jumped in the pool to cool off before returning to our sun loungers to work on our tans where Jess usually undid her top when lying on her stomach.
The closeted life of a boy’s boarding school in Yorkshire, with its Dickensian regime, and early morning runs, had ill prepared me for contact with the opposite sex. I knew the physical differences of course, Harrison Marks and Health and Efficiency were the sex educators for boys in the early nineteen sixties.
So what did we know way back then. Well, Health and Efficiency had ensured we knew about breasts, that they came in different shapes and sizes and they almost always involved the throwing of a beach ball at some nudist camp.
How he ever managed to get those pictures in our climate completely eluded us but that didn’t matter. We had pictures of breasts, or tits as we called them. The word boobs was years away in the future.
You know the worst thing about the Midwest? August.
Sure, there are other things. But after three straight weeks of 98 degrees and 90% humidity you don’t really care that Kansas is a thing. You just want out – to escape the stifling grassland; preferably to a place where you don’t need to swim through the steam to reach the next air-conditioned oasis.
Where I work we need to maintain a minimum staffing level to fulfill our obligations. So vacation requests are handled on a first come first serve basis. First person to request time off gets first pick of available dates. Usually I get in early, guaranteeing myself at least one week that I want. But by the time I remembered to request this year, my only option for a summer break was the final week in August.
I’m a 19-year-old sophomore at Pasadena City College where Ron, 24, graduated a few years earlier. He’s now a junior at CSUF.
Ron and I met at a retirement event for our favorite teacher, Joe Keene.
I’m a 5-7, average blonde, brown eyes and freckles. Ron is 5 foot 10 with brown hair and green eyes. Folks say I’m shy, but Ron say’s my smile is captivating. while Ron could talk to anyone. His friend Joe suggested that we date, but I wanted friendship to prevent dating "distractions."
Cassie gasped, jumping in her seat as the clap of thunder and splitting bolt of lightning across the screen lit the theater like daylight for an instant. In her momentary panic, she grabbed at the armrest, the fingers of her left hand finding instead the warm forearm of her fellow movie-goer and best friend, Andrew.
Their met eyes for a moment, hers still wide with residual surprise and his glittering with amusement. With a blush for her silly panic and for the unexpected touch, she took her hand away, crossing her arms across her stomach and turning her face back to the screen.
Recently, for reasons she couldn't entirely understand, Cassie had begun to feel awkward around Andrew.
Even
though it is right in front of you, you don't always see what's good
for you. Sometimes you need a little nudge. This is about a couple of
mine.
When
I was five, Jenny's family moved in directly across the street from us.
Our families became good friends right away. Due to the fact that there
was nobody else our age living nearby (Jenny is three months older than
I am), we soon became inseparable.
She
had no trouble keeping up with me in the rough and tumble things I
wanted to do, and I had no problems playing house with her when she
wanted. One of our parents always had to shoo us home at night because
we would never think about it ourselves. I once tried to get my parents
to let Jenny spend the night, but they said it was not right for girls
to spend the night with boys.
It was Summer in the early 70's, and I was away at Boy Scout camp. I was still a virgin. The camp was large and sprawling, located deep in a remote forest. Aside from the main camp building that stood adjacent to a large lake, there were individual campsites for each troop. The camp was so large that it required a fair hike to get to the next troop's campsite.
My own troop was camped high on a ridge in the forest. Roughly a dozen boy scouts with raging hormones shared six over-sized tents, two campers per tent, with each tent mounted on a large wooden platform. Nights were spent talking about girls of course, which only stoked those raging hormones. The talk was explicit, as long as our scout leader, who was camped slightly downhill from us, wasn't within earshot.
As
lunch was wrapping up, Mary announced that whoever draws the 3 shortest
match sticks gets KP duty for lunch cleanup. She came around to each of
us with a closed fist with 6 sticks sticking out from between her
various fingers.
I
watched carefully as John and Christa each seemed to have a couple very
short match sticks. Mark and Nancy had long sticks. Damn, I really
wanted more time in Christa’s hot pussy, and I just love her huge tits.
At fifty years old I consider myself to be in pretty good shape. With my wife, Nancy, being in the military she has to continually work out to stay in shape, and that tends to have a certain amount of carryover. I mean, I can't exactly build a workout room in the house with all that equipment and not feel guilty if I don't use it. So, use it I do, keeping my 6 foot frame down to a hundred eighty-five pounds and in pretty good trim.
A few years ago I suggested a simple overnight backpack trip to my wife. Having done a lot of backpacking with the Scouts for years, finally taking one with my wife was actually a pretty thrilling prospect. It's a great way to get some really good exercise and also enjoy the outdoors; which for me is a really important thing. I love to camp, hike, fish, hunt; you name it.
The bigger adventure now began. School finished and college not starting until October, two and a half months to find out as much as I could about life and have some serious fun.
I had started my long break by visiting my Tante Marise in her French chateau. She had taught me a lot, and introduced me to the joys of assisted showering, a pleasure that I have enjoyed throughout my life. As a French lady, she saw my typical Brit uptightness about human sexuality, and helped me about as much as a proper relative is allowed to.
Where to go next and what to do had been the two big questions. In the 1960s travel to far off lands was not really one of my options, so I decided to head for the beaches of the northern Spanish Mediterranian coast, commonly called the Riviera. Here I could live cheaply, enjoy the weather and get a proper sun tan.
Travel by air, with a tour company, was way outside my budget, but a friend had given me his hints and tips for hitch hiking long distances and now, I was in northern France planning an 800 mile hitchhike to Barcelona, or actually anywhere nearby.
Barcelona had the attraction of being in a straight line from my starting point at Tante Marise's and the direct route was via only two roads so, with a bit of luck maybe, just maybe, only one or two changes of lift.
My first lift was a little disappointing as it didn't even get me to Paris but the driver was pleasant enough and chatty. I supposed that life on the road could be pretty lonely and he was enjoying the company.
My next was more fruitful. It was a familiar-looking British lorry which pulled up with a hiss of airbrakes and the driver, being on the rightside door as all U K vehicles are situated; directed me round to the passenger side. To us Brits, everyone else was, of course, on the wrong side, now that we were in France.
As the passenger door swung open a cheery female voice from the depths of the cab hailed me with,
"Hop in sweetheart."
I grabbed the handrail, put my foot on the step, and swung myself & my duffle in.
"Where you off to then?" She enquired as I stowed my bag under my legs & settled myself into the seat.
"Barcelona, or somewhere near there." I replied, taking stock of my new surroundings. My chauffeur was very obviously female, if the voice hadn't give her away the sight of her jiggly bust certainly did. She wore her bleached blond hair somewhat short, her tee-shirt somewhat tight around the rocking tits, and faded denim cutoffs. I guessed she was about thirty and she had a cheeky impish grin.
"So 'ow long you going for?"
"I don't have to be back until October to start university classes."
"Blimey, nice work if you can get it!" and she shot me a smile that formed alluring dimples on her cheeks.
“Speaking of work,” I ventured a question.. “You’re the first female trucker I’ve ever encountered? How’s that working out?”
“My pop owns the truckline, so when they had a driver shortage, I made my pitch and showed him how well I handle a rig.”
“How’d you learn?” I asked.
“Most of my teen years were spent working the weekend freight dock, and on the slow shifts I’d practice driving when no one was around.” She explained.
The next several hundred kilometers passed in getting to know each other. Gilly was her name. She loved life on the road, often did the same runs up and down through France, knew all the best stops and frequently picked up hitchhikers for the chat and to pass the hours.
"So off for the three-S holiday are we?"
"The three S?" I said quizzically.
"Yep, the three S. Do you know you can tell someone’s age by their three esses?"
"Sorry, I'm not with you."
"Right I'll tell you, you just complete the third S with the first thing that comes into your head, OK?"
"OK!"
"Sun, sea and?"
"Sand!"
This reply was met with about the dirtiest sounding laugh I have ever heard in my life!
"OK, you're about eight years old! Sun sea and sand!" More laughter, "Let's try again. Sun, sea and?"
"Sangria?"
"Getting better, much better, but still not there. One more try."
I am now getting nervous. The only other S I can think of is sex and I was certainly not going to say that out loud to this lady I'd only just met. She's good company and I don't want to get put out in the middle of nowhere.
"Sun sea and?" Came the question again. My mind was racing for an escape route and I suddenly found it.
"How many letters?" She took one hand off the wheel and started turning her fingers down one by one as she counted.
"Eight." Phew, so it wasn't sex. You cannot believe how relieved I was that I hadn't said it, but eight? I racked my brains, but even sangria was only seven.
"I Give up." I admitted. Her reply stunned my into silence. I could hardly believe my ears.
"Shagging! Shagging of course. Sun, sea, and shagging. Isn't that why all you students head for the Costas?" My week mumblings were incoherent and never meant to be heard anyway. Gilly, with the ashen blond hair, tight T shirt and filthy laugh had just said 'Shagging'!
"Come on now." She said placing one hand on my knee for a few seconds and flashing me her beguiling smile, dimples and all. "Don't tell me I'm wrong.”
"Look, I bet you a quid that I'd find johnnies in your ruck sack? But I'm not giving you the quid unless you let me check. There are johnnies in your pack aren't there?"
This was getting out of hand. This busty & fit lady had just put her hand on my knee, flashed me a smile and boxed me into a corner.
"You win." I said reluctantly.
"Knew it. Sun, sea and shagging! Well a good looking lad like you shouldn't have much trouble feasting on the roast chicken beaches." Again, the smile with the dimples.
"Roast chicken beaches?" I wanted to know what she meant but didn't want to appear as naive as I was.
"Yea, you know. All those bikini-clad girls sunbathing all day and, like a roast chicken, yet all the best bits are white!" Another pat on the knee accompanied by a chortle or two of that dirty laugh.
"That is unless you go to Playa Mar Bella, where every one is the same colour all over because they don't wear anything."
I am now having trouble controlling the cinema in my head. Nudist beaches, I hadn't even thought about that. I had only ever seen one naked woman in my life and the pictures floating through my mind were starting to cause problems in my trousers. On a nudist beach I would certainly get an erection and what to do then?
"I think I'd better stick to normal beaches." I muttered weakly.
"Not sure you could cope with all those naked bums and tits, eh? I have to say it's a bit of a surprise the first time." The first time? Is Gilly telling me she goes to nudist beaches? Displays those magnificent tits to the world, not to mention her pussy. Shit, I must stop thinking about Gilly naked, it's getting difficult. A few more miles rolled past.
"OK, time for a game of Truth or Dare. Obviously the dares are going to be limited but if you don't want to answer you just pay a forfeit. You start."
I can only remember the key questions. We started off simply enough just asking slightly more probing questions than you would in normal conversation when she asked me.
"Truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"What's the most embarrassing moment of your life?" Shit! I thought.
"Do I have to answer."
"Of course, that's the game, unless you want to pay a forfeit and my forfeits are quite challenging."
"Well, a couple of years ago I barged in to my parent's bedroom. They were both naked, on top of the bed and 'doing it'."
The dirty laugh just got dirtier, "I bet that put them off their stride. Shit, embarrassing all round. OK, your turn, I'll go for truth."
"What body part are you most proud of?" Expecting an evasive answer.
"My tits of course! Aren't they great? You've hardly taken your eyes off them for the last hundred miles. My turn. Where did you loose your virginity."
"Um, er, well, er......"
"Are you trying to say it hasn't happened yet?"
"Er yes."
"Jeepers, cooped up in a cab for hundreds of miles with a virgin. No wonder you can't take your eyes of my tits! Your go."
"How old were you when you first had sex?"
"Oh that's easy. Old enough to know better, young enough not to care!" More dirty laughter, "It was at my birthday party, the night I became 'old enough to know better'. There was a boy I'd fancied for ages, we'd snogged before, but I took him up to my room. My turn. If you were a girl for a day what would you do?"
I was getting much more comfortable with the company of this wonderful woman. She was so open and seemed so worldly wise. Before I could really think of the answer my mouth said.
"Find a nice boy and take him up to my room."
"Great answer! He was fun, but very inexperienced. It didn't last long. He got the Johnny on, put it in, moved up and down a couple of times and made a noise that left me in no doubt that it was all over. Not exactly the Karma Sutra but it got the job done."
I can hardly believe my ears. This woman had just described her first sexual experience to me without batting an eye lid. The sixties were definitely a liberating decade.
Then we pulled off the road to a Routier. Parked up in a diagonal line with lots of other lorries.
"That's it for today. Let's eat."
We walked over to the building and as I followed her I couldn't help but notice how the tight denim cutoff shorts clung to her very alluring bum, which wobbled in a truly delightful way. Her trucker’s wallet flapped around, protruding from her right butt pocket.
They served delicious food, at a fixed price, with a glass of wine and I noticed with relief that they also had rooms also at very reasonable prices. After the meal I got up and walked towards reception.
"Where are you off to?"
"Get a room."
"Well, if you want to save some money and you promise to be good, you can kip down in the cab. It'll be cosy, but cheap. I get the bunk, but the seats all fold forwards and you can put your mat across them. Your decision."
I must have looked like a goldfish gasping for air. This very attractive lady with stunning tits and an attractive bum, comfortable enough in her own skin to talk freely about sex to a lad she'd never met, was offering to let me share her cab. I was very naive back then!
We made use of the facilities and went back to the cab to natter and find some tunes on the radio. Eventually it was time to call it a day and I spread my camping mat over the folded down seat backs.
She got into her bunk and with all the curtains drawn it was pitch dark. I could hear her getting settled for the night so I took advantage of the darkness and slipped out of my trousers and T shirt. I couldn't help but wonder if she had done the same and was now lying just a few feet away with those magnificent tits unencumbered by a bra. I had to stop thinking like this because I could feel my cock swelling.
She was right, it was cosy. It was also blooming uncomfortable, compared to a real bed, but then again it was cheap.
"Comfy over there?" She asked. I tried to sound convincing but obviously failed.
"We did some Truth earlier, but not much Dare." Said the voice in the dark. So here's my first Dare, I dare you to come over here and get a bit more comfortable."
What! I was being invited to the bunk. I told you I was naïve.
"Seriously?"
"Yes seriously, that's the dare; and the forfeit is to take all your clothes off and run round the truck three times."
Not much of a choice really. I wriggled over to the bunk and under her duvet. It didn't take me long to discover that she was totally naked. First my arm accidentally brushed her tits and in trying to move it to a less embarrassing location discovered she wasn't wearing panties either.
"Well, big boy, now you know. I'm naked and you've promised to be good, so get rid of your pants, grab a johnny and show me just how good you can be."
The penny finally dropped. Fuck, was this really happening? Was I about to loose my virginity? I hadn't had to try out my new chat up lines or make any other effort and now I was in a pitch dark cab with a somewhat older woman, naked, telling me to get a johnny on.
After much fumbling in my bag I managed to find the condoms and roll one on to my rigid cock. She sensed I was ready and pulled me gently on top of her, one hand found my, now fully erect, virgin, cock and guided it towards her entrance.
No boy ever forgets the first time his cock slides into a real live pussy. I don't know what I was expecting, but certainly not the slippery, wonderfully welcoming, sensation as all the nerves in my cock started screaming at the same time. Once she had me fully in, she held me close and whispered in my ear.
"Just stay still, don't try to move."
I felt her push up from under me as she forced herself against my cock a couple of times: I could take it no more. I shot my bolt and filled the condom. I came like I'd never never cum before. The whole experience was erotic beyond my wildest dreams, but it was over so quickly.
"Sorry, uh, sorry. I'm so sorry." I stammered realising it hadn't been much of a success for her.
"Shush. Shush." She held me tightly to her magnificent tits as my cock shrank slowly back out of her. I hadn't even handled her tits yet and here I was, spent.
"I tried to tell you earlier that it's always a bit quick the first time. There's plenty of time, besides you'll remember this moment for the rest of your life and there is something special about fucking a virgin, I really felt it when you came, every single lovely pulse."
I disposed of the condom and we chatted some more while she stroked me gently. Normally, after an orgasm, I was satisfied for the night. If I was feeling particularly horny I could have another one in about half an hour or so and so it was with the actual act of fucking. She had me stiff and ready to go again after just a few minutes of stroking.
"This time," she said, "no johnny. I want you to feel what a real fuck feels like. I'm on the new birth control pill: Ionly got you to use one earlier to slow you down. This time we are going bare back and you have promised to be good."
She clamped her mouth over my lips, her tongue sought out mine, my new erection found its own way into her. This time it was much slower and the slippery sensation was even greater. I had time to fondle her breasts, feel the magnificent sensation of my cock sliding gently in and out of her without the barrier of the condom. If this wasn't heaven it was pretty close. It still didn't take all that long and when she ran her fingernails over my bum it was the final straw: I shot my bolt for the second time.
We fell asleep and the next thing we knew was the sound of a revving engines as the earliest departures headed off. We went into the building, had a coffee and croissant for breakfast and hit the road.
"My load is all chemicals and I'm actually taking it to Barcelona. So I can take you all the way." She said slowly with a wink and mischievous smile. I was beginning to understand this lady.
We arrived at the Zona Franca, the big industrial area near the port and wandered around in the sunshine while she was waiting for the unloading.
"I've still got a few dares up my sleeve if you fancy staying with me tonight. It's a cheap hotel but better than the cab."
The answer was a foregone conclusion. After another reasonable meal we made our way to the hotel. It was very close to the port and most of the truckers stayed there, as I was to discover much to my embarrassment.
"Hi Gilly, brought your other son with you, have ya?"
"Fuck off, Jacko, you're only jealous." As she raised a finger in salute. "Besides he can do all night what it would take you all night to do!" And placing her clenched fist over her crotch flicked her first finger straight out mimicking an explosive erection and gave a burst of that dirty laugh.
We settled into the room, clean and reasonably comfortable, without being in any way posh.
"Time to get rid of the road dirt." And she headed for the shower. "Come on then I'm not sleeping with you stinking! Get your kit off." She pulled her T shirt over her head and her tits swung free and she undid the belt on her denim shorts. "Chop chop."
I was still processing the information. We were going to shower together! I wasn't going to miss the opportunity.
My eyes feasted on her tits, her cute little bum, the forest of curly hair that tried unsuccessfully to hide her cleft. Where to look? My eyes ran riot, tits, bum, pubes and that valley, I couldn't take my eyes off that valley. By the time I got my pants off I had another stonking erection.
We got into the shower and soaped each other all over, and I mean all over. If her tits were a feast for the eyes and a joy to touch, they were ecstasy to soap. I savoured every second. She got me to soap her bum which was an equally erotic experience and then she directed my hand down to her pubes. This was another sensational experience and I was amazed at how easily my finger slid into her. By now my cock was throbbing and I was doing my best not to touch it, knowing what would happen if I did.
She then approached me from the front, with a hand full of soap, slid one hand under my balls and pulled my foreskin back with the other. This was only going to end one way, and in the very near future. I felt myself at the point of no return as she slid her soapy hand up and down the length of my cock.
The inevitable happened. My cock jerked in her hand several times and I shot my cum all over her stomach. I was about to apologise when she spoke.
"OK, wow! The express has just left, so now we can take the slow train." She leant forward and kissed me passionately and then washed my cum off her belly. "Time to dry off."
Hang on a moment, so this was all part of her plan? I may have been learning fast, but I was still naïve.
After toweling each other dry we went and lay on the bed. She encouraged me to explore her body, guiding my hand to her most sensitive parts and allowing me to slide a finger in that delightfully slippery divide between her legs. There’s no forgetting the first woman who lets you roam about, investigating her naked body. My cock however only recovered slowly, that is until she slid down my body and kissed it.
I had never heard of this before and she sensed my apprehension.
"Just relax and go with it!" These were the last words I heard before she sucked my cock gently into her mouth. I know now about blow jobs, but then? No way! Never even heard of it, but my cock understood exactly what was happening. It quickly came to attention again.
"Girls like this too, you know," She said pointedly, as she slid back up to my side. "They really like it." By now I had woken up enough to take the hint and slid down the bed. I emerged between her knees and had my first ever close up view of a cunt. Lovely, sexy, pink lipped, blond hair surrounded, cunt.
I followed her example, licking slowly and positively, from bottom to top. It tasted divine and left me with a lifelong love of oral favors. Her hands on the back of my head controlled the pressure and pace. The noises she made let me know when I was on the right track.
Not knowing what to do, I allowed a finger to slip into her moistness and felt her muscles clamp on it. Her hips came off the bed, jerked for a bit, and then she flopped back.
"Shit, dam, fuck, bugger, cunt!" I don't think I'd ever heard a girl use language like that, but then again I'd never done that to a girl before, either.
"Come back up here, you sexy beast." So I obeyed. By now I didn't need it spelled out. I maneuvered on top of her, my young cock found its own way into her welcoming sex, we fucked and then fell asleep.
In the morning I awoke to another novel sensation, a foreign hand was playing with my cock.
"Rise and shine!" Said the voice beside me, as she expertly brought me to full erection by sliding my foreskin gently over the sensitive tip and squeezing. I just lay on my back enjoying the new experience and marveled that these novel sensations hadn't caused me to cum yet.
"Don't move." She continued and straddled on top, facing me, skillfully inserting my now fully erect cock into her moistness. "Don't move a muscle." And she started to rock her pelvis gently back and forth.
The vision was magical. From her bleached blond hair and entranced smile, down over her magnificent breasts to her navel and on down to the triangular tuft of blond hair that just failed to conceal that her sex was full of cock: my cock.
The sensation of such deep penetration was exquisite as she rocked her hips back and forth against me. She placed her hands behind her neck further emphasizing her wonderful breasts.
"Please," she said, rocking back and forth rhythmically, "tell me when you know you are going to cum."
The new sensations were going to take me to that point very quickly, particularly when she took my hands and placed them on her heaving breasts.
"Rub them gently with just the palms of your hands." It was all too much as the sensation shot through me.
"I'm coming!" I declared with certainty.
She instantly stopped rocking, sat full weight burrowing down on my overstimulated cock. It could go no deeper, and then she clenched her powerful pussy muscles. The feeling was unbelievable. I came, and came, and came. All the muscles in my lower abdomen contracted simultaneously as I erupted into her.
"Oh I so love that feeling of a young cock when it cums that hard, deep inside me." She climbed off and my cock, already softening, fell from her.
I’d blasted 5 loads in about 32 hours. My cock was happily spent.
"Shower time!" She exclaimed, pulling me from the bed. "Shower and then we've got to go." We enjoyed another soapy shower together then got dressed.
As she lead the way to the door my new found confidence took over.
"One last Truth?" I ventured.
"OK."
"Have you ever done this before?"
She smiled back, over her shoulder, dimples and all.
"You already know the answer to that, Jacko gave the game away last night!" She then gave a sexy wiggle of her bum and a dirty laugh and, with one last sweet kiss, was gone.
I never saw her again, but this was well before mobile phones. Wherever you are Gilly, You were right, I’ll never forgot that first embarrassing personal disaster nor any of the subsequent pleasures we enjoyed. I am sure you had your own agenda and I am so happy to have been part of your history.
I owe you so much and probably, just as important, so do all my subsequent lovers.
I had just left school at the age of nineteen and had a whole summer before starting uni in October. I was off to France for a month and in the 60s that was a big adventure, I couldn’t wait. Having been cloistered in a boys boarding school for the last five years I was now off to explore the world, well northern France at least.
We had relatives there and I was going to spend my first month in a chateau just outside Amiens. Chateau sounds very grand and thanks to TV, if not schoolboy French, it doesn’t mean castle. It in fact means a gentleman’s residence, substantial for sure, but no portcullis or draw bridge.
Karen sighed, "Might as well. Let's go kill the libido of an entire civilization, Holland."
Holland
took her arm and soon the cell where she was held disappeared and
another space formed around them. Captain Hemsworth and several crew
members from the ship stood nearby, as well as Ensign Holland who was
still holding her arm, reassuringly. Looking around, Karen saw that they
were in what appeared to be a sound-booth of sorts. One crewmember
activated some equipment and moved one protruding tentacle closer to
Karen's mouth and another toward Captain Hemsworth's.
I
want you, Red. I need to make you mine; mine forever. I've never felt
like this before; I know I never will again. Marry me." Cal pleaded.
"I;”
Karen murmured, glancing around their group to make sure she wouldn't
be overheard, "I don't know what to say. You're wonderful; and you've
done so much for me, but this has all been so fast. We're still just
getting to know each other; and half the time it doesn't even make sense
to me why you would want me; but I; I just; can I just finish school?"
she asked.
"How
you can even think about school when someone like me is ready to give
you everything you ever wanted, to take care of you completely, it's
just crazy;” Cal murmured, sliding his hand up between her legs and
brushing along the edge of her panties.
