Saturday, February 21, 2009
Oh God... yes...!
Oh God... yes...! by Nicollette
It was hard being at my dad’s house. It was already late and I went to the only place I liked in that tiny flat: the balcony. The cold night air calmed me down slightly. If there was one person on Earth that drove me nuts and made me lose all my patients, it was my father. He had the most wonderful way of making me as self conscious as possible, pulling my confidence way down to the floor.
I leaned on the bar and watched as a couple of cars drove by. It was quite cold, and I crossed my arms and sighed. I really wanted to get out of here.
It was a couple of seconds later that I heard someone whistle and I jumped and looked to my right. The fright actually made me cover my mouth with my hand to stifle a scream. It was him!!!
“Hello Layla.” He grinned at me.
“What are you doing here?!” I breathed out and tried not to show how absolutely delighted I was to see him. It had been almost 5 years since I last saw him. He was probably 26 now but looked the same as I remembered. Brian was probably the first real crush I had. I was 14 when I first met him. He was my bad guy - older guy first crush, and I had forgotten how sexy he was. He had that rocker look: hair that was a little too long and dark blond, tattoos on his arms and on his back, wonderfully muscular… he had the hottest face with the best smile you could find.
He breathed in his cigarette and shrugged, still grinning and looking me up and down. Even now, 18 years old and out of school he still had me blushing like my 14 year old self almost 5 years ago.
He looked even better than I remembered. And even as we stood maybe 3 or 4 feet away I could see he was looking at me in a different way.
When I was 14 I had met him a few weeks before the beginning of the summer holidays. As I found out later on, he was 21 and on house arrest, probably because of drugs or something of the sought, but he never went into it. We would sit on our balconies until 3 or 4 in the morning just talking. I remembered he used to make me laugh all the time. And blush. Every other sentence he let out of his mouth would make me go ridiculously red. And when we wouldn’t talk he would play the guitar and I would sit watching as he smoked and played and smiled at me, making my 14 year old self fall for him very painfully…
I leaned on the bar, now in-front of him, and smiled. He was still grinning back, staring.
“You look amazing Layla.” He said finally.
I smiled but said nothing. Like back then, he had come out to the balcony wearing nothing but a pair of old jeans and I was slightly distracted. I had really good taste way back when I was 14…
“So what are you up to now?” he asked and lit another cigarette without taking his eyes off me.
“Oh you know… not much really.”
“Finished school?”
I smiled and nodded as I remembered how he used to tell me how much he regretted not finishing the 11th grade.
“Working?”
Again I nodded. “At a book shop.”
He smiled. “Still reading as much?”
“Oh, much more.” I said and he laughed. I remembered that summer. I had finished a book every 3 days. It was an excuse to sit outside and be with him.
“I thought you moved away.” He said after a short silence.
“I did. I live with my Mum.” I said, and for the first time in 3 years wished I was living with my dad, not with her. “Not very far though.” I added.
Again we were quiet. He was looking at me, now not smiling, but with a thoughtful look on his face. “How old are you now?” he asked finally.
I raised an eyebrow slightly. “18.”
After I said that I felt as though I was shouting to him, ‘I'm legal! You can take me now!’ And of course my cheeks burned…
He nodded and put out his cigarette. “So… are you busy now?”
Oh God… “No.” I said, maybe a little too quickly.
That made him laugh and he stood up straight. “Come over then. No one is here.”
My heartbeat raced. I laughed nervously and took a step back. “It’s almost 1:30am.”
He shrugged. “So?”
So? So nothing. My mind raced and I nodded slightly as I went back in.
Oh God, what was I doing? Brian, Brian who I had the hugest crush on for almost two years… Brian had just asked me over…
I quietly unlocked the door, managed to sneak out without waking up my dad and walked over to his parent’s flat. I knocked on his door and in seconds he opened it.
“Hey Layla.” He smiled.
“Hey Brian.”
He leaned against the door, grinning, still wearing nothing but those worn out jeans. His muscles seemed to scream for my attention as I barely managed to tare my eyes away.
“You’re shorter than I remember.” He said, again looking me up and down.
“And you’re taller.” I smiled. He was probably about 6ft. I was 5’3. I only just passed his shoulder.
“Come on in.” he didn’t move so I just walked passed him. He smelt good and I realized how turned on I was.
He closed the door and we went to sit down in the lounge. On the table in front of us I noticed a bottle of wine with two glasses. Without asking me he poured me a glass and handed it over.
“It’s been almost 5 years hasn’t it?” he asked and leaned back watching me.
I nodded and took quite a large sip, trying to relax.
“So what are you doing now?” I asked him.
“Nothing special.” He carried on. “What are you planning on doing now that you’ve finished school?”
“Well I got into university, planning on becoming a doctor.”
He smiled and I already managed to finish the glass. “I knew you were one of those dreadfully clever girls.” He said.
I laughed nervously and shook my head. I didn’t feel very clever now, I felt as though I was turning 14 again…
He poured me more wine and watched me as I downed almost all of it in the first sip. He chuckled. “Nervous?”
“No.” I quickly answered. But I almost laughed at how badly I lied.
“Did you realize what you did to me when I was 14?” I asked suddenly. It was so horribly clear I couldn’t drink… I was already feeling light headed.
He laughed. “What did I do to you when you were 14 Layla?”
I took another sip of wine – well more like a gulp and said, “Come on, you loved the fact that I had such a huge crush on you.” I smiled and watched as he grinned back with out saying anything.
“You knew.” I said simply and finished the second glass.
“Yeah but I only realized it after that night I told you I had sex with another girl. You looked so sad I thought you were going to cry.”
I laughed. “I forgot about that…I didn’t know what to do with myself after you asked if I heard any of what went on…” slowly I felt myself relaxing. “I was only 14, I hardly knew about sex then.”
He laughed and moved a little closer to me and kept pouring me more wine. “And I was so carful, I didn’t want to ruin you. You were so sweet and innocent.”
“Innocent?” I smiled, thinking back. “Not after I met you. I actually think I had my first orgasm thinking about you.” Oh crap. No, no, no… I closed my eyes for a second then downed my glass yet again and put it on the table. “Yeah… I shouldn’t drink. Ever.” I avoided looking at him but I could feel him watch my every move.
“You’re first orgasm?” he asked and I could hear him smiling.
I desperately wanted to disappear and wondered if I could make a bigger fool of myself. No. Definitely gone as badly as possible… Fighting the impulse to hide my face in my hands, I made something that resembled a nervous laugh. It was probably closer to a cry though. My cheeks were burning and I thought about taking just another one more glass of wine… well maybe the whole bottle…
“What were you thinking about?” he asked quietly and I swallowed.
“Oh God, please don’t ask me that.” I whispered and looked at him. He was watching me, making me feel completely vulnerable, as if he could see way too much of me.
“When I saw you tonight, I hardly recognized you.” He said and I felt him come even closer. He was almost touching me now. “You look absolutely stunning.”
I closed my eyes. I thought my heart might jump out of my throat…
“Have you ever been with anyone Layla?” he asked and his voice was quiet and calm, almost pulling me to him. I still didn’t open my eyes to look at him.
I nodded. “Once.”
“No boyfriend?”
I shook my head.
“Now how does something like happen…? A beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be left on her own.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and I opened my eyes to find him much closer.
I watched without moving as he moved closer still, and felt as he pulled my head to kiss him.
It was so much better than my pathetic imagination could have even tried to conger up and I couldn’t help but feel all my tension dissolve. As our bodies got even closer, I heard myself moan very quietly, hardly noticeably… but he noticed. His tongue made its way into my mouth and started playing with mine. He had incredible lips.
He had one hand holding the back of my neck and the other went on my chest, very slowly making its way down to my breast. Once I felt his hand massaging my tits I didn’t moan so quietly.
Very slowly he started to lay me down. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, and I felt him get on top of me, between my legs. He pushed them open and I could already feel him hard against me and without thinking I pushed up to him.
His hand slowly worked its way further down my stomach and slid under my shirt. I couldn’t believe I was feeling his hand on me like this after all this time… letting him touch me like this was unlike anything I ever did… and knowing that just made me want to do it even more.
This would probably be a good time to describe myself a little. Like I said, I was small, short and thin with a really good body I worked hard for. My hair was quite short and black and I have blue eyes. I had 34b tits and was very proud of them and always wore low cuts, like tonight.
He had moved over to my neck and started sucking and nibbling lightly. He was touching one of the most sensitive parts of my body and I arched my back and my hands went further down his back pushing him into me.
“Brian…” I moaned and he started touching my nipples under my bra.
His touch was so different from the other boy I was with… it was so experienced, so wonderfully exhilarating that I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter as the seconds passed. I could feel that need deep in the lower part of my stomach and I spread my legs wider for him.
He stood up and pulled me to him. He had my shirt off faster than I knew possible and then he just stood there looking at me.
“I used to dream about doing this to you.” He mumbled and slid his hands up my back and unsnapped my bra, pulling it off to reveal my breasts. My nipples were hard and he didn’t waste anytime, and bent down to suck on the left and the right, got his fingers that pulled and pinched. His touch was making shock waves of pleasure shoot down me, right to my pussy, and I wasn’t sure how long I could stand up straight.
He started licking up my neck again and his hands started unbuttoning my jeans. He pulled them down and left me standing there, only wearing my panties. Again he looked at me but I didn’t give him much time. I took over and started kissing down his chest, going on my knees in front of him, feeling for the first time in my life a true need to have a cock - his cock - in my mouth.
He pulled off his jeans and stood in front of me only in his boxers. I rubbed at his bulge as I carried on kissing just above his boxers, kissing that incredibly sexy happy trail. Then I finally pulled them carefully off. Now, giving blow jobs was always something I liked doing but his was still much bigger than what I was used to… he was probably about 8 inches and quite thick. I took his balls in my hand and started kissing my way to the top.
He had precum on the tip and I licked it up, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock. I let the head in my mouth, sucking lightly while still twirling my tongue around the head and paying a little more attention to the underside of his dick. While one hand carried on massaging his balls gently, I started pumping his shaft with the other. I only had a few inches of him inside of me and I felt his hand come behind my head and apply very light pressure.
While still holding the base of his cock, I pushed until I had about half of him in my mouth. I kept moving my tongue across the underside of his cock and then I decided to try and get a little more in. I pushed in and could feel him at the back of my throat and started swallowing, making my throat muscles massage him. He moaned to that and I pulled off a little then bobbed back down, pushing even lower. I started going a little faster and after only a couple of minutes he pulled me off, bending down to kiss me.
“You are very good at that.” He smiled and pulled me up to him. He had one of his hands on my ass and he started kneading it causing me to moan and get wetter still.
He pulled away to throw a blanket on the carpet. He lay me down and lay at my side, one arm behind my neck, the other slowly tracing the length of my chest and a little of my thighs. He was making goose bumps break out all through my body. By now I was practically aching for him, I needed him inside me so badly.
Slowly he started pulling down my panties until I kicked them off. I watched him as his eyes roamed all over my body until stopping at my perfectly shaved pussy.
“You look ridiculously sexy Layla.” He whispered and his hand rested on the lower part of my stomach, only almost touching and I was breathing hard, incredibly aroused and wishing he would touch me already.
“Let’s see how wet you are for me baby.” He said and finally slid his hand over my pussy, making me gasp as he pushed a finger inside of me. He smiled, kissed my neck and whispered, “Good girl.” and nibbled at my ear while sliding yet another finger in.
“Brian…” I moaned desperately and I felt his thumb find my clit. “Oh God, please…”
“What baby? What do you want?” he said and I felt his cock rub against my leg.
“Please, I need you inside of me…” I groaned as a third finger stretched me. “Please Brian, I need you to fuck me.” My eyes closed in pleasure as he arched his fingers deep inside of me. “I can't wait any more Brian, I need your cock…” he smiled and got between my legs and pulled out his fingers, and I finally felt his cock at my entrance.
I moaned and pushed my hips up to him.
He pushed in the head and I gasped. I had never been stretched so much and it hurt a little. I clung to his neck and he waited until my body relaxed, and then pushed in a little more. “Oh God…” I moaned into his shoulder. He held me tightly and kept pushing in slowly. When he was fully in he groaned and kissed my neck again.
“You feel incredible.” He whispered to me and pulled out a couple of inches to push back in, quite hard. I moaned and arched my back in pleasure. I wrapped my legs around him. He held himself up by one hand on his elbow and the other went to my ass.
He started pulling almost all the way out and then pushing back in. he was hitting that spot inside of me every time and I was moaning quite loudly.
“Faster Brian…” I moaned and he started going faster and gave me a gentle slap on my ass. I couldn’t believe how good it felt and I pushed up against him, so he did it again, harder, and I gasped as vibrations of pure pleasure shot through me. “Yes…!” I moaned and could start to feel myself get close. It was only a couple of seconds later that he gave one particularly hard thrust inside of me and then suddenly stopped.
My eyes shot open in surprise, my body squirming with the desperate need to cum. “Brian, no!” I groaned and tried to move my hips, but he held me down and bent closer to me so his mouth was above mine.
“Stop moving.” He said and something about his voice made me stop. “I decide when you can cum.” He rocked very gently inside of me and I moaned.
He had started pulling out if me very slowly and when he felt me calm down he smiled, and then drove it back in with such force, I screamed and dug my nails in his back. He groaned and started going faster and faster, slamming into me harder and harder and in only a minute I felt close again.
And he stopped.
“No!” I screamed in frustration but it didn’t stop him from doing it another three times before he asked me if I wanted him to let me cum.
“Oh God yes, please, I can't take this anymore!” I groaned as I felt him go even deeper inside of me. “I'm begging you!” I arched my back as I felt him speed up.
And then it finally happened. The most incredible heat swept through me, my muscles tensed and I held onto him as tightly as I could. Intense pleasure spread through me and I felt my body shake and my pussy muscles clench around him. I heard him groan and felt him slow his thrusts so I could calm down yet still managing to make it last for at least a couple of minutes.
“Oh my God!” I whispered when I finally managed to find my voice. “Oh my God…” my body felt spent yet he was still keeping me going.
He started kissing me, letting me relax and the two of us stayed quite still as he let almost all his weight down on me. One hand went back behind my neck and the other traveled up to my breast.. Our tongues wrestled each other in perfect sync. I loved the way he kissed me.
After a couple of minutes he started rocking inside of me once again, making me want even more and I moaned as he carried on touching my sensitive skin. He had the most incredible hands – hands that made me do exactly as he instructed.
He slowly managed to turn us over so I was on top of him. He sat up against the wall and I moaned as again he seemed to go impossibly deeper.
“Oh yeah…” he said quietly and his hands moved to my hips, pulling me up a little, then dropping me back down. I clutched his neck and started moving on my own, rocking on him, occasionally pulling myself up so that only his head was still inside of me, then falling back down, making the two of us groan in pleasure.
When he started thrusting up inside of me I felt myself cumming yet again and my body curled slightly. This time was even better than before, but this time I didn’t stop moving, I just went faster. He groaned and pushed me down hard on his shaft.
“You look amazing when you cum.” He whispered breathlessly to me and I laughed slightly making my muscles tense up and we both moaned.
He pulled me off him and stood up, he held out his hand to help me up and I was surprised how badly my legs were shaking. We smiled at each other.
“Lie down on the couch on your stomach.” He said as both his hands moved to my ass. I moaned again but frowned a little. On my stomach?
“Trust me. Lie down.” He said and I did as I was told.
He slid a cushion under my hips and I felt him climb on top of me and spread my legs.
“You have a great ass.” He said and he slapped it a little, making me hold on tightly to the couch, trying not to scream with pleasure.
I could feel his dick resting in the crack of my ass and he was making me slightly nervous but I still dreadfully wanted to cum again… and he was making me so horny…
“Lift your hips a little.”
Again I did as I was told and he slipped inside my pussy, making us both groan in pleasure.
“Damn Layla, you feel so good.” He moaned and kissed the back of my neck. I spread my legs a little wider for him but couldn’t talk the pleasure was so immense.
Every stroke he made I had to bite down on the cushion to stifle the screams. It only took me few minutes to cum yet again and he still didn’t stop, he pulled me up so we were now in doggy style and he started fucking me insanely fast. Before I managed to cum again he flipped me back on my back and started kissing my neck while hammering into me.
“Are you close?” he asked me breathlessly and I managed to nod. “Do you want me to cum inside of you?”
I moaned in pleasure at the thought and started pushing up to meet his thrusts.
“Oh God, fuck me harder!” I groaned, and he did. In seconds I was screaming through my strongest orgasm that night and he breathed quickly and moaned as he pushed himself as deep as he could inside of me. My muscles were clamping down on him and I felt him get even harder. Then, seconds later, I felt that wonderful warm feeling of someone cumming inside of you. His dick pulsed impossibly deep inside of me and we lay in a tangled mess for minutes without moving.
When we managed to calm our breathing down he sat up slightly and looked at me. “I have to tell you…” he said with a smile. “That was the best sex I have ever had.”
I laughed, feeling an after wave of the orgasm then it turned into a moan. “Ahh…” I closed my eyes in pleasure and I felt him move my hair off my face. “Can you believe I’ve never even cum before?” I whispered with a grin when I managed to talk again.
He chuckled and I opened my eyes to look at him. He was smiling and had a look of total satisfaction on his face, probably the same expression that was on mine…
After a few minutes he got out of me and stood up. I stayed lying on the couch, not totally sure I could move. He came back with two cups of water.
I was covered in sweat, his and mine, I could feel his cum start to drip out of me and I was hotter than I could ever remember being. I glanced at my watch and sure enough we were at it for almost two hours. It was almost 3:30…
“Fancy taking a shower with me?” he asked with a smile.
“I'm not completely sure I can move,” I grinned. “But yes.”
He held out his hand and helped me up. After taking a quick shower we both collapsed on his bed and fell asleep.
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It was hard being at my dad’s house. It was already late and I went to the only place I liked in that tiny flat: the balcony. The cold night air calmed me down slightly. If there was one person on Earth that drove me nuts and made me lose all my patients, it was my father. He had the most wonderful way of making me as self conscious as possible, pulling my confidence way down to the floor.
I leaned on the bar and watched as a couple of cars drove by. It was quite cold, and I crossed my arms and sighed. I really wanted to get out of here.
It was a couple of seconds later that I heard someone whistle and I jumped and looked to my right. The fright actually made me cover my mouth with my hand to stifle a scream. It was him!!!
“Hello Layla.” He grinned at me.
“What are you doing here?!” I breathed out and tried not to show how absolutely delighted I was to see him. It had been almost 5 years since I last saw him. He was probably 26 now but looked the same as I remembered. Brian was probably the first real crush I had. I was 14 when I first met him. He was my bad guy - older guy first crush, and I had forgotten how sexy he was. He had that rocker look: hair that was a little too long and dark blond, tattoos on his arms and on his back, wonderfully muscular… he had the hottest face with the best smile you could find.
He breathed in his cigarette and shrugged, still grinning and looking me up and down. Even now, 18 years old and out of school he still had me blushing like my 14 year old self almost 5 years ago.
He looked even better than I remembered. And even as we stood maybe 3 or 4 feet away I could see he was looking at me in a different way.
When I was 14 I had met him a few weeks before the beginning of the summer holidays. As I found out later on, he was 21 and on house arrest, probably because of drugs or something of the sought, but he never went into it. We would sit on our balconies until 3 or 4 in the morning just talking. I remembered he used to make me laugh all the time. And blush. Every other sentence he let out of his mouth would make me go ridiculously red. And when we wouldn’t talk he would play the guitar and I would sit watching as he smoked and played and smiled at me, making my 14 year old self fall for him very painfully…
I leaned on the bar, now in-front of him, and smiled. He was still grinning back, staring.
“You look amazing Layla.” He said finally.
I smiled but said nothing. Like back then, he had come out to the balcony wearing nothing but a pair of old jeans and I was slightly distracted. I had really good taste way back when I was 14…
“So what are you up to now?” he asked and lit another cigarette without taking his eyes off me.
“Oh you know… not much really.”
“Finished school?”
I smiled and nodded as I remembered how he used to tell me how much he regretted not finishing the 11th grade.
“Working?”
Again I nodded. “At a book shop.”
He smiled. “Still reading as much?”
“Oh, much more.” I said and he laughed. I remembered that summer. I had finished a book every 3 days. It was an excuse to sit outside and be with him.
“I thought you moved away.” He said after a short silence.
“I did. I live with my Mum.” I said, and for the first time in 3 years wished I was living with my dad, not with her. “Not very far though.” I added.
Again we were quiet. He was looking at me, now not smiling, but with a thoughtful look on his face. “How old are you now?” he asked finally.
I raised an eyebrow slightly. “18.”
After I said that I felt as though I was shouting to him, ‘I'm legal! You can take me now!’ And of course my cheeks burned…
He nodded and put out his cigarette. “So… are you busy now?”
Oh God… “No.” I said, maybe a little too quickly.
That made him laugh and he stood up straight. “Come over then. No one is here.”
My heartbeat raced. I laughed nervously and took a step back. “It’s almost 1:30am.”
He shrugged. “So?”
So? So nothing. My mind raced and I nodded slightly as I went back in.
Oh God, what was I doing? Brian, Brian who I had the hugest crush on for almost two years… Brian had just asked me over…
I quietly unlocked the door, managed to sneak out without waking up my dad and walked over to his parent’s flat. I knocked on his door and in seconds he opened it.
“Hey Layla.” He smiled.
“Hey Brian.”
He leaned against the door, grinning, still wearing nothing but those worn out jeans. His muscles seemed to scream for my attention as I barely managed to tare my eyes away.
“You’re shorter than I remember.” He said, again looking me up and down.
“And you’re taller.” I smiled. He was probably about 6ft. I was 5’3. I only just passed his shoulder.
“Come on in.” he didn’t move so I just walked passed him. He smelt good and I realized how turned on I was.
He closed the door and we went to sit down in the lounge. On the table in front of us I noticed a bottle of wine with two glasses. Without asking me he poured me a glass and handed it over.
“It’s been almost 5 years hasn’t it?” he asked and leaned back watching me.
I nodded and took quite a large sip, trying to relax.
“So what are you doing now?” I asked him.
“Nothing special.” He carried on. “What are you planning on doing now that you’ve finished school?”
“Well I got into university, planning on becoming a doctor.”
He smiled and I already managed to finish the glass. “I knew you were one of those dreadfully clever girls.” He said.
I laughed nervously and shook my head. I didn’t feel very clever now, I felt as though I was turning 14 again…
He poured me more wine and watched me as I downed almost all of it in the first sip. He chuckled. “Nervous?”
“No.” I quickly answered. But I almost laughed at how badly I lied.
“Did you realize what you did to me when I was 14?” I asked suddenly. It was so horribly clear I couldn’t drink… I was already feeling light headed.
He laughed. “What did I do to you when you were 14 Layla?”
I took another sip of wine – well more like a gulp and said, “Come on, you loved the fact that I had such a huge crush on you.” I smiled and watched as he grinned back with out saying anything.
“You knew.” I said simply and finished the second glass.
“Yeah but I only realized it after that night I told you I had sex with another girl. You looked so sad I thought you were going to cry.”
I laughed. “I forgot about that…I didn’t know what to do with myself after you asked if I heard any of what went on…” slowly I felt myself relaxing. “I was only 14, I hardly knew about sex then.”
He laughed and moved a little closer to me and kept pouring me more wine. “And I was so carful, I didn’t want to ruin you. You were so sweet and innocent.”
“Innocent?” I smiled, thinking back. “Not after I met you. I actually think I had my first orgasm thinking about you.” Oh crap. No, no, no… I closed my eyes for a second then downed my glass yet again and put it on the table. “Yeah… I shouldn’t drink. Ever.” I avoided looking at him but I could feel him watch my every move.
“You’re first orgasm?” he asked and I could hear him smiling.
I desperately wanted to disappear and wondered if I could make a bigger fool of myself. No. Definitely gone as badly as possible… Fighting the impulse to hide my face in my hands, I made something that resembled a nervous laugh. It was probably closer to a cry though. My cheeks were burning and I thought about taking just another one more glass of wine… well maybe the whole bottle…
“What were you thinking about?” he asked quietly and I swallowed.
“Oh God, please don’t ask me that.” I whispered and looked at him. He was watching me, making me feel completely vulnerable, as if he could see way too much of me.
“When I saw you tonight, I hardly recognized you.” He said and I felt him come even closer. He was almost touching me now. “You look absolutely stunning.”
I closed my eyes. I thought my heart might jump out of my throat…
“Have you ever been with anyone Layla?” he asked and his voice was quiet and calm, almost pulling me to him. I still didn’t open my eyes to look at him.
I nodded. “Once.”
“No boyfriend?”
I shook my head.
“Now how does something like happen…? A beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be left on her own.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and I opened my eyes to find him much closer.
I watched without moving as he moved closer still, and felt as he pulled my head to kiss him.
It was so much better than my pathetic imagination could have even tried to conger up and I couldn’t help but feel all my tension dissolve. As our bodies got even closer, I heard myself moan very quietly, hardly noticeably… but he noticed. His tongue made its way into my mouth and started playing with mine. He had incredible lips.
He had one hand holding the back of my neck and the other went on my chest, very slowly making its way down to my breast. Once I felt his hand massaging my tits I didn’t moan so quietly.
Very slowly he started to lay me down. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, and I felt him get on top of me, between my legs. He pushed them open and I could already feel him hard against me and without thinking I pushed up to him.
His hand slowly worked its way further down my stomach and slid under my shirt. I couldn’t believe I was feeling his hand on me like this after all this time… letting him touch me like this was unlike anything I ever did… and knowing that just made me want to do it even more.
This would probably be a good time to describe myself a little. Like I said, I was small, short and thin with a really good body I worked hard for. My hair was quite short and black and I have blue eyes. I had 34b tits and was very proud of them and always wore low cuts, like tonight.
He had moved over to my neck and started sucking and nibbling lightly. He was touching one of the most sensitive parts of my body and I arched my back and my hands went further down his back pushing him into me.
“Brian…” I moaned and he started touching my nipples under my bra.
His touch was so different from the other boy I was with… it was so experienced, so wonderfully exhilarating that I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter as the seconds passed. I could feel that need deep in the lower part of my stomach and I spread my legs wider for him.
He stood up and pulled me to him. He had my shirt off faster than I knew possible and then he just stood there looking at me.
“I used to dream about doing this to you.” He mumbled and slid his hands up my back and unsnapped my bra, pulling it off to reveal my breasts. My nipples were hard and he didn’t waste anytime, and bent down to suck on the left and the right, got his fingers that pulled and pinched. His touch was making shock waves of pleasure shoot down me, right to my pussy, and I wasn’t sure how long I could stand up straight.
He started licking up my neck again and his hands started unbuttoning my jeans. He pulled them down and left me standing there, only wearing my panties. Again he looked at me but I didn’t give him much time. I took over and started kissing down his chest, going on my knees in front of him, feeling for the first time in my life a true need to have a cock - his cock - in my mouth.
He pulled off his jeans and stood in front of me only in his boxers. I rubbed at his bulge as I carried on kissing just above his boxers, kissing that incredibly sexy happy trail. Then I finally pulled them carefully off. Now, giving blow jobs was always something I liked doing but his was still much bigger than what I was used to… he was probably about 8 inches and quite thick. I took his balls in my hand and started kissing my way to the top.
He had precum on the tip and I licked it up, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock. I let the head in my mouth, sucking lightly while still twirling my tongue around the head and paying a little more attention to the underside of his dick. While one hand carried on massaging his balls gently, I started pumping his shaft with the other. I only had a few inches of him inside of me and I felt his hand come behind my head and apply very light pressure.
While still holding the base of his cock, I pushed until I had about half of him in my mouth. I kept moving my tongue across the underside of his cock and then I decided to try and get a little more in. I pushed in and could feel him at the back of my throat and started swallowing, making my throat muscles massage him. He moaned to that and I pulled off a little then bobbed back down, pushing even lower. I started going a little faster and after only a couple of minutes he pulled me off, bending down to kiss me.
“You are very good at that.” He smiled and pulled me up to him. He had one of his hands on my ass and he started kneading it causing me to moan and get wetter still.
He pulled away to throw a blanket on the carpet. He lay me down and lay at my side, one arm behind my neck, the other slowly tracing the length of my chest and a little of my thighs. He was making goose bumps break out all through my body. By now I was practically aching for him, I needed him inside me so badly.
Slowly he started pulling down my panties until I kicked them off. I watched him as his eyes roamed all over my body until stopping at my perfectly shaved pussy.
“You look ridiculously sexy Layla.” He whispered and his hand rested on the lower part of my stomach, only almost touching and I was breathing hard, incredibly aroused and wishing he would touch me already.
“Let’s see how wet you are for me baby.” He said and finally slid his hand over my pussy, making me gasp as he pushed a finger inside of me. He smiled, kissed my neck and whispered, “Good girl.” and nibbled at my ear while sliding yet another finger in.
“Brian…” I moaned desperately and I felt his thumb find my clit. “Oh God, please…”
“What baby? What do you want?” he said and I felt his cock rub against my leg.
“Please, I need you inside of me…” I groaned as a third finger stretched me. “Please Brian, I need you to fuck me.” My eyes closed in pleasure as he arched his fingers deep inside of me. “I can't wait any more Brian, I need your cock…” he smiled and got between my legs and pulled out his fingers, and I finally felt his cock at my entrance.
I moaned and pushed my hips up to him.
He pushed in the head and I gasped. I had never been stretched so much and it hurt a little. I clung to his neck and he waited until my body relaxed, and then pushed in a little more. “Oh God…” I moaned into his shoulder. He held me tightly and kept pushing in slowly. When he was fully in he groaned and kissed my neck again.
“You feel incredible.” He whispered to me and pulled out a couple of inches to push back in, quite hard. I moaned and arched my back in pleasure. I wrapped my legs around him. He held himself up by one hand on his elbow and the other went to my ass.
He started pulling almost all the way out and then pushing back in. he was hitting that spot inside of me every time and I was moaning quite loudly.
“Faster Brian…” I moaned and he started going faster and gave me a gentle slap on my ass. I couldn’t believe how good it felt and I pushed up against him, so he did it again, harder, and I gasped as vibrations of pure pleasure shot through me. “Yes…!” I moaned and could start to feel myself get close. It was only a couple of seconds later that he gave one particularly hard thrust inside of me and then suddenly stopped.
My eyes shot open in surprise, my body squirming with the desperate need to cum. “Brian, no!” I groaned and tried to move my hips, but he held me down and bent closer to me so his mouth was above mine.
“Stop moving.” He said and something about his voice made me stop. “I decide when you can cum.” He rocked very gently inside of me and I moaned.
He had started pulling out if me very slowly and when he felt me calm down he smiled, and then drove it back in with such force, I screamed and dug my nails in his back. He groaned and started going faster and faster, slamming into me harder and harder and in only a minute I felt close again.
And he stopped.
“No!” I screamed in frustration but it didn’t stop him from doing it another three times before he asked me if I wanted him to let me cum.
“Oh God yes, please, I can't take this anymore!” I groaned as I felt him go even deeper inside of me. “I'm begging you!” I arched my back as I felt him speed up.
And then it finally happened. The most incredible heat swept through me, my muscles tensed and I held onto him as tightly as I could. Intense pleasure spread through me and I felt my body shake and my pussy muscles clench around him. I heard him groan and felt him slow his thrusts so I could calm down yet still managing to make it last for at least a couple of minutes.
“Oh my God!” I whispered when I finally managed to find my voice. “Oh my God…” my body felt spent yet he was still keeping me going.
He started kissing me, letting me relax and the two of us stayed quite still as he let almost all his weight down on me. One hand went back behind my neck and the other traveled up to my breast.. Our tongues wrestled each other in perfect sync. I loved the way he kissed me.
After a couple of minutes he started rocking inside of me once again, making me want even more and I moaned as he carried on touching my sensitive skin. He had the most incredible hands – hands that made me do exactly as he instructed.
He slowly managed to turn us over so I was on top of him. He sat up against the wall and I moaned as again he seemed to go impossibly deeper.
“Oh yeah…” he said quietly and his hands moved to my hips, pulling me up a little, then dropping me back down. I clutched his neck and started moving on my own, rocking on him, occasionally pulling myself up so that only his head was still inside of me, then falling back down, making the two of us groan in pleasure.
When he started thrusting up inside of me I felt myself cumming yet again and my body curled slightly. This time was even better than before, but this time I didn’t stop moving, I just went faster. He groaned and pushed me down hard on his shaft.
“You look amazing when you cum.” He whispered breathlessly to me and I laughed slightly making my muscles tense up and we both moaned.
He pulled me off him and stood up, he held out his hand to help me up and I was surprised how badly my legs were shaking. We smiled at each other.
“Lie down on the couch on your stomach.” He said as both his hands moved to my ass. I moaned again but frowned a little. On my stomach?
“Trust me. Lie down.” He said and I did as I was told.
He slid a cushion under my hips and I felt him climb on top of me and spread my legs.
“You have a great ass.” He said and he slapped it a little, making me hold on tightly to the couch, trying not to scream with pleasure.
I could feel his dick resting in the crack of my ass and he was making me slightly nervous but I still dreadfully wanted to cum again… and he was making me so horny…
“Lift your hips a little.”
Again I did as I was told and he slipped inside my pussy, making us both groan in pleasure.
“Damn Layla, you feel so good.” He moaned and kissed the back of my neck. I spread my legs a little wider for him but couldn’t talk the pleasure was so immense.
Every stroke he made I had to bite down on the cushion to stifle the screams. It only took me few minutes to cum yet again and he still didn’t stop, he pulled me up so we were now in doggy style and he started fucking me insanely fast. Before I managed to cum again he flipped me back on my back and started kissing my neck while hammering into me.
“Are you close?” he asked me breathlessly and I managed to nod. “Do you want me to cum inside of you?”
I moaned in pleasure at the thought and started pushing up to meet his thrusts.
“Oh God, fuck me harder!” I groaned, and he did. In seconds I was screaming through my strongest orgasm that night and he breathed quickly and moaned as he pushed himself as deep as he could inside of me. My muscles were clamping down on him and I felt him get even harder. Then, seconds later, I felt that wonderful warm feeling of someone cumming inside of you. His dick pulsed impossibly deep inside of me and we lay in a tangled mess for minutes without moving.
When we managed to calm our breathing down he sat up slightly and looked at me. “I have to tell you…” he said with a smile. “That was the best sex I have ever had.”
I laughed, feeling an after wave of the orgasm then it turned into a moan. “Ahh…” I closed my eyes in pleasure and I felt him move my hair off my face. “Can you believe I’ve never even cum before?” I whispered with a grin when I managed to talk again.
He chuckled and I opened my eyes to look at him. He was smiling and had a look of total satisfaction on his face, probably the same expression that was on mine…
After a few minutes he got out of me and stood up. I stayed lying on the couch, not totally sure I could move. He came back with two cups of water.
I was covered in sweat, his and mine, I could feel his cum start to drip out of me and I was hotter than I could ever remember being. I glanced at my watch and sure enough we were at it for almost two hours. It was almost 3:30…
“Fancy taking a shower with me?” he asked with a smile.
“I'm not completely sure I can move,” I grinned. “But yes.”
He held out his hand and helped me up. After taking a quick shower we both collapsed on his bed and fell asleep.
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Track and Field Competition
Track and Field Competition
Every year, our high school track and field team would compete at the city finals. The entire team would cram on to a school bus and we competed at the local university stadium. When the competition was finished, the bus would take us to McDonald's to eat, and then we would be dropped off at school to go home. That year, I was competing in the cross-country running race.
I had a huge crush on Judy, who was on the girl's cross-country team. She was a tiny little thing, only about 5 feet tall. But she had the silkiest midnight black hair, big brown eyes, a fantastic rack, and an ass that I still dream about today. I used to love watching her run during practice. When no one was looking, I would watch her do her warm-up stretches. I imagined walking over while she bent over to touch her toes and then pulling down her shorts and penetrating that luscious ass from behind. I would go home afterward and jerk-off dreaming about her amazing body.
We only really said hi to each other when we would pass in the hallway and during practice. To be honest, I didn't even think she knew my name. But that all changed the day of the city finals.
My race was in the morning, and I placed a modest 33rd out of 250 students. It was a personal best for me. With my race out of the way, I was able to watch the rest of the events throughout the day. I was really only waiting for the girls cross-country race which was at 2pm. When the time finally came, my eyes were glued on Judy. She was wearing a white tank top with blue running shorts. They really accentuated her perky chest, her toned legs and super tight ass. I could hardly contain my erection as I watched her. She did much better than me, and she finished 6th overall. When the race was over, she came back to the stands and everyone congratulated her on a good race.
I was watching the next event, when I felt someone tapping my shoulder. I turned around to see who it was. But as I turned, my face bumped into something soft. I had accidentally turned face first into a pair of fabulous tits. It was Judy! I managed to stammer out a quick "I'm sorry", although my face was completely red with embarrassment. I looked up, and Judy was also blushing. She apologized for startling me (but really I was thankful for the accidental face plant into her cute breasts). When the embarrassment finally passed, she asked if anyone was sitting beside me. Of course, I said no, and cleared some space for her.
I started to congratulate her on her race. She thanked me, and congratulated me on my race. She said she timed it, and informed me that it was a personal best for me. I asked her how she knew that, and she said that she always watched me during practice. (I was blown away. She did notice me!) Then she started blushing again. She turned her eyes shyly to the ground and admitted that she had a huge crush on me. Now I started blushing.
I told her that I watched her during practice too, and that I really liked her. She laughed and said she knew that I watched her. And in fact, she would purposely do her warm-up stretches so that I had a better view. We laughed, and continued talking until the competition was over.
We boarded the bus, and sat next to each other at the back of the bus on the ride to McDonald's. I asked her why she decided to tell me about her crush. She said that she actually had a crush on me since grade 6, but was too shy to say anything. Her family was moving that summer, and if she didn't say anything now, she might never get that chance. I didn't know what to think. On the one hand, the prettiest girl I'd ever seen just admitted to having a crush on me for 4 years. On the other hand, she would be leaving in 2 months time. I was elated and saddened at the same time. She continued and said that she didn't want to waste any more time. She put her head on my shoulder and squeezed tight as she hugged me. I felt the same way, and I stroked her hair as I held her in my arms.
She started to relax a little, and her hand moved up and down my side as she hugged me tighter. I comforted her by rubbing her back and caressing her arm. Then she nuzzled her nose into my neck and kissed it softly. All the while, her hand was slowly moving down my side and onto my lap. I was getting really hot and nervous. Could this really be happening? I looked up to see if anyone was watching. Everyone else was joking around and doing stupid stuff like normal teenagers on a bus. They weren't paying any attention to us.
So, I decided to test the waters. My hand starting rubbing her back lower and lower until I reached the top of her ass. I lingered there to see what Judy's reaction would be. She responded by moving her hand closer and closer to the inside of my thigh. Then she continued higher and higher until she had my balls cupped in her delicate hand. By this time, I had a full-on erection and I could hardly contain myself. I inched my right hand to the inside of her thigh and fondled her breasts with my other hand. It was the first time I had ever groped a girl, and it was amazing. Her breasts felt even better than I had imagined. I could feel her nipples getting harder as I squeezed her breasts gently. She moaned softly as her other hand gripped the shaft of my penis. She stopped for a split second and started caressing it. (Later she told me that it was bigger than she expected.)
I was in heaven. And she was enjoying the moment too. Judy's breathing was getting shallower, and her body was slowly writhing to the rhythm of my breast fondling. Then I moved my hand from her thigh to inside her shorts. She was moist, and her juices were seeping through her panties. I started to trace my fingers over her underwear and tickled the outer edges of her pussy lips. This drove Judy over the edge. She had to bite her lower lip to keep from moaning too loudly. She retaliated my pussy teasing by stroking my shaft harder and faster. I was going to cum hard if she didn't stop. But I didn't care. She was the most exquisite creature on Earth, and she was melting in my arms. It was the most erotic feeling I've ever felt.
I pulled the crotch of her panties to one side, exposing her wet pussy to my fingers. She was dripping wet, and my fingers slid right in to her aching vagina. She just about lost it. She was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she stopped stroking my rock hard penis and she soaked in the pleasure for herself. My fingers were pulling in and out of her pussy and I started rubbing her clit with my thumb. That definitely pushed her over the edge. She buried her head into my chest and I could feel her body tighten as her pelvis convulsed and her pussy squeezed around my two fingers. She could barely contain her moans of ecstasy as my chest muffled the sounds of her orgasmic climax. (It was a good thing the bus was so loud that no one could hear us.)
Judy was panting hard. She wanted more. I started to pull my fingers out, but she stopped me. She gripped my hand and pulled it closer to her crotch. And then she started grinding her hips around my hand and my fingers. She was slow at first, but her rhythmic grinding grew stronger and more intense. Her every up and down, and in and out motion was perfectly calculated to stimulate her already aroused vagina. She was so wet that my fingers slid deeper and deeper inside her pussy with every movement. And then the convulsing and squeezing started again, even stronger than before. Unbelievable! She was cumming again! With her head still buried in my chest, she exploded with moans of pleasure. She bit my chest to try to contain the intensity of her second orgasm. I wanted to cry out in pain, but I held it in so that we would not attract attention.
I think that if the bus had not reached McDonald's at that point, she would have gone for a third round. The other kids starting getting off the bus. Judy and I were sitting at the back, so we had some time to cool off and gain our composure. I withdrew my fingers slowly from her pussy. The slippery texture of her juices were driving me crazy. And when I was completely out, the smell of her secretions enveloped me and I had the strongest urge to fuck her right there. I wanted to taste the juices on my fingers. But, before I could lick them clean, Judy grabbed my hand, put my fingers in her mouth and savoured her own juices. I protested to her saying, "Not fair". But she said, "Don't worry. Meet me in the handicapped washroom in 5 minutes, and you can taste all you want from my pussy." Those words made my subsiding erection spring back into action. I left the bus with my sweater tied around my waste to hide my raging hard-on.
When we entered McDonald's, Judy headed straight for the handicapped washroom. She winked at me and said, "Remember, 5 minutes". I could hardly wait. In the meantime I stood in line and ordered a Big Mac to go, so that no one would suspect anything. When it was ready, I took it and discreetly made my way to the handicapped washroom.
My heart was beating so fast; I didn't know what to expect. I knocked on the door, and it opened from the inside slowly. Judy peeked outside, and when she saw it was me, she quickly pulled me inside with her and locked the door. We were alone at last. She threw herself on me, and we kissed passionately and held each other closely. The emotion was overwhelming and also very physically stimulating.
As we kissed, my hands explored every inch of her angelic body. I caressed her back and lightly played with her ass. Her body was in peak perfection. She giggled with pleasure and responded to my every touch. My hands were feeling more adventurous and made their way under her tank top. Judy's skin was the softest thing I'd ever felt. It felt like silk as I moved my hands up her back, closer to her bra. I fumbled with the clasp for a few seconds before it finally came undone.
Judy gasped and pulled away from me for only a moment as she started to take off her tank top and bra. She lifted them over her head to reveal the most spectacular sight I've ever seen. Her breasts were perfect. They weren't too big or small, just the right size for someone as petite as her. Even so, they were a handful as she guided my hands over her perky nipples and I felt them hardening with every touch. They were magnificent. Judy moaned softly as I continued to fondle her milky white breasts and lightly pinch her round nipples.
I turned her around and held her in my arms with her back towards me. She held me tighter and pulled me in closer. In doing so, she discovered that my rock hard erection was pressed to her ass. She smirked and started grinding that perfectly round ass into my cock. The feeling of her breasts in my hands and her ass grinding on me was too much. I was on the verge on cumming. She must have known because she stopped before I could explode. She turned around and started undressing me.
She pulled my t-shirt over my head and kissed my neck and chest. Her cool lips felt great against my burning skin. And as she pulled me in and held me close, her naked breasts were pressed against my bare skin for the first time. I had never experienced such a great feeling of softness with her hardened nipples stimulating every sensation in me as they brushed over my skin. It was driving me crazy. Judy hands roamed my shirtless body with pleasure. Eventually, her fingers found their way to my waist band. And in one quick motion, she had pulled my shorts and underwear down around my ankles, exposing my pulsating cock.
She grabbed my quivering member and pumped it slowly as her kisses moved lower and lower. First my chest, then my stomach, and then ... oh yes! Her lips were exploring every inch of my aching cock. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, she took my balls in her mouth. She bit on them lightly as she tugged on them with incredible skill. I could feel the pre-cum start to ooze out of my tip. At the sight of this, Judy's eyes opened wide and she licked my shaft from bottom to top, finally licking up the salty secretion. This only excited her more, and before I knew it, she had enveloped my head in her mouth. It was almost too much for her small mouth to handle. But when she got used to it, she was unstoppable.
Her mouth and lips slid up and down my cock with precision. She knew exactly when to press her lips as they moved past my head and exactly when to twist her head as her mouth left my tip. This was my first blowjob, and it was incredible. I held her head with my hands as she continued her assault. Her hair was entangled in my fingers and her hands gripped my ass firmly. I marveled at the sight of Judy's head bobbing up and down with pleasure. Each pass went a little deeper, until finally, she had me completely inside her mouth. She gagged a little, and I felt the back of her throat. She swallowed, and it sent shockwaves up my spine as her throat squeezed the tip of my almost erupting rod. Then she suddenly pulled off my cock, and teased, "No no, you're not gonna cum yet."
I wanted to scream. My cock was pointing straight up and needed immediate release. But before I had the chance, Judy had placed her right leg on the sink, and was removing her shorts and panties. She was completely naked, and I was completely naked. Nothing was more sexy and exciting. My heart raced as my eyes took in the sight of her perfect body. My gaze wandered from her gorgeous face to her fabulous breasts, down her flat stomach and toned legs, and eventually stopped at the glistening mound between her legs.
With her right leg still on the sink, I moved in. This was my chance to taste her intoxicating juices. I went down on my knees, and as my face drew nearer, that scent drove me over the edge. I planted my mouth over her dripping pussy, and I tasted her for the first time. She moaned and purred like a pussy cat. My tongue was going in and out of her cunt, and she was loving every second of it. Judy grabbed the back of my head and forced my head deeper between her legs. I continued by sucking her clit and placing two fingers inside her moist pussy. She grabbed me harder. I flicked her clit intensely with my tongue, back and forth, all the while fingering her in a twisting motion. By now, Judy was moaning ferociously and she was thrusting her hips in rhythm with my tongue and fingers. I felt her body tense slightly, and I knew she would cum soon. I pulled away and the ache and hunger in her eyes said it all. She begged me not to stop, but now we were even. "So, that's how you want to play?", she said with a vengeful look in her eye.
She pushed me on to the ground on top of our clothes. I was flat on my back and before I knew it, she was kneeling over me with her pussy in my face and her head between my legs. Could it be? She starting sucking my cock, and I knew that we were going to 69. I buried my face in her pussy and continued the attack with my tongue. I grabbed her fine ass with both hands and licked her cunt up and down until I could hear her moaning with my cock in her mouth. She was loving every minute of it. And I was loving her incredible blowjob skills. She played with my balls with one hand as her lovely mouth and tongue worked my hard shaft to a volcanic frenzy. All the while, Judy's boobs were swaying back and forth with her up and down motion. The feeling of her hard nipples brushing my stomach was more than I could handle. I knew I was going to cum soon. And the way Judy was moaning, I knew she was going to cum soon too. But this time, neither of us was going to pull away. We were going to climax together in an incredible fit of passion and wild animal instinct. I increased the speed of my tongue flicking her soaking wet, fully inflamed clit, and Judy sucked deeper, harder, and faster than ever. My balls started contracting, and I could see her pussy lips starting to quiver. And then I exploded like never before. And Judy came and her pussy got wetter and wetter as her magnificent cunt contracted and convulsed with each lick of my tongue. I moaned with extreme pleasure as she continued to suck and swallow spurt after spurt of my huge load. Neither of us was backing down. We were cumming but not losing concentration as we still focused on giving the other total and complete fulfillment. Shot after shot of my cum filled Judy's mouth, and her pussy juices continued to flow like a river into my mouth. She tasted wonderful. It was the most intense sensation I've ever felt.
Eventually, we were both spent, and we laid there naked in each other's arms. Judy was cupping my balls and I was fondling her ass. We didn't have to say anything because we were thinking the same thing. Neither of us would ever experience such a magical moment again. But we were wrong.
Within minutes, my penis was succumbing to the playful antics of Judy's ball massaging. And I had a full-on raging erection again. She didn't waste any time. Before I knew it, she was sitting on me and guiding my stiff rod into her still wet pussy. I looked at her, and she looked back. Her eyes said, "Yes, it's my first time too. But it has to be with you and only you." Her pussy was so warm and inviting. It surrounded my cock and every of inch of it was filled with incredible pleasure and sensation.
Judy let out a small cry of pain as my penis popped her virgin cherry. I asked if she was ok. And she said to give her a few moments to get used to it. So, I sat up a little to hug her and just let her soak in the sensation. Before long, she started to rock back and forth a little bit. I was getting even more aroused. She throw her arms around my neck, and I started sucking on her nipples. They grew hard, and she started rocking faster. Her pussy juices were really flowing now, and I could tell that she was getting used to my cock filling her up. She pushed me back on the ground, put her hands on my chest, and rode me cowgirl style. Her hips and ass had a mind of their own. They found a perfect rhythm. I could feel her pussy pressing against my pubic area, stimulating her clit with pure pleasure. But I also felt my penis pressing something inside her pussy. Judy felt it too, and started moving to stimulate it more. She did it; she found her G-spot, and she was going cum like there was no tomorrow. She rode me hard and fast, and her tits were bouncing with every movement. I gripped her hips and ass, and enjoyed the ride. I have never seen anything so sexy in my life as when she climaxed. She slowed her rhythm down and every movement was more precise than the last to elicit that powerful explosion from her clit and G-spot. She came hard and she moaned as if the pleasure was too much to bear, but she didn't want it to stop. Judy was addicted to my cock, and she wouldn't give it up for anything. When she finished cumming, she rode me again, and came another two times before collapsing on to my chest. I held her there in my arms not wanting the moment to end.
As if we both had the same thought, we looked at the time on our watches. The bus was leaving in 10 minutes. We had to clean up and clear out. I kissed Judy gently on her neck and she held me tight for a few moments before getting up. We started to gather our clothes from the ground.
Judy bent over to pick up her bra, and the sight of her, butt naked, bending over, with that super fine ass sticking out in the air was too much. I still had a full hard-on from when she was riding me. And I just had to stick it in her from behind, like I wanted to do so many times when I watched her during practice.
At first, Judy was startled. But when she felt my warm penis penetrating her pussy, she knew exactly what was going to happen. She put her hands on the floor, and drove that ass down on my hips. I was fully inside that wet cunt, and it was the most incredible sensation ever. I grabbed her hips and started thrusting my cock in and out of her. I was pounding her and fucking her doggie-style. Judy turned her head around, and looked up at me with those big brown eyes, and she begged me for more. So, I grabbed her ass with a firm grip and drove my cock deeper, faster and harder. Her moans of pleasure were instant. Pump after pump, I could feel that eruption getting closer and closer. My cock was so hard, I couldn't stand it. When I looked at Judy's naked ass and my cock driving into her wet pussy, I needed release right there and then.
Then I really gave it to her. I moved her over to the sink, and she leaned over it and grabbed it with her hands. At the same time, she put her right foot on the toilet bowl. That completely opened her up. I had full access to that pussy now, and I was going to take full advantage of it. I fucked her so hard that every thrust lifted her two inches of the ground. She cried with pleasure and I felt her pussy muscles starting to contract. This put me over the top and I spilled my load into her hot wet cunt just as she came too. Squirt after squirt, our bodies moved as one, convulsing and cumming in perfect harmony.
I held her close to me with my penis still inside her. She hugged back, and we knew it was time to go. We didn't want that moment to end, but it had to. As we dressed and tried to make it look like we didn't just have the most incredible sex ever, we giggled to ourselves. We totally defiled the handicapped washroom at McDonald's. We almost felt sorry for the poor schmuck who was going to use this place afterward.
We peeked out the door, and when the coast was clear, we left the washroom, and walked back to the bus together.
That summer, before Judy left, we had sex almost every day in the most incredible ways and in the most unusual places. We explored and experienced each other's bodies in ways most people will never get to do. And we bonded deeper than that too. On a spiritual, emotional, and physical level, Judy and I were perfect soulmates.
It broke our hearts when her family left that summer. We tried to stay in contact, but it was never the same. Over the years, we lost touch with each other, but not a day goes by that I don't think about her, and I wonder if she thinks about me.
Judy, if you're out there and if you're reading this, I hope you'll think of me and that magical summer we spent together. It's still not too late for us....
Every year, our high school track and field team would compete at the city finals. The entire team would cram on to a school bus and we competed at the local university stadium. When the competition was finished, the bus would take us to McDonald's to eat, and then we would be dropped off at school to go home. That year, I was competing in the cross-country running race.
I had a huge crush on Judy, who was on the girl's cross-country team. She was a tiny little thing, only about 5 feet tall. But she had the silkiest midnight black hair, big brown eyes, a fantastic rack, and an ass that I still dream about today. I used to love watching her run during practice. When no one was looking, I would watch her do her warm-up stretches. I imagined walking over while she bent over to touch her toes and then pulling down her shorts and penetrating that luscious ass from behind. I would go home afterward and jerk-off dreaming about her amazing body.
We only really said hi to each other when we would pass in the hallway and during practice. To be honest, I didn't even think she knew my name. But that all changed the day of the city finals.
My race was in the morning, and I placed a modest 33rd out of 250 students. It was a personal best for me. With my race out of the way, I was able to watch the rest of the events throughout the day. I was really only waiting for the girls cross-country race which was at 2pm. When the time finally came, my eyes were glued on Judy. She was wearing a white tank top with blue running shorts. They really accentuated her perky chest, her toned legs and super tight ass. I could hardly contain my erection as I watched her. She did much better than me, and she finished 6th overall. When the race was over, she came back to the stands and everyone congratulated her on a good race.
I was watching the next event, when I felt someone tapping my shoulder. I turned around to see who it was. But as I turned, my face bumped into something soft. I had accidentally turned face first into a pair of fabulous tits. It was Judy! I managed to stammer out a quick "I'm sorry", although my face was completely red with embarrassment. I looked up, and Judy was also blushing. She apologized for startling me (but really I was thankful for the accidental face plant into her cute breasts). When the embarrassment finally passed, she asked if anyone was sitting beside me. Of course, I said no, and cleared some space for her.
I started to congratulate her on her race. She thanked me, and congratulated me on my race. She said she timed it, and informed me that it was a personal best for me. I asked her how she knew that, and she said that she always watched me during practice. (I was blown away. She did notice me!) Then she started blushing again. She turned her eyes shyly to the ground and admitted that she had a huge crush on me. Now I started blushing.
I told her that I watched her during practice too, and that I really liked her. She laughed and said she knew that I watched her. And in fact, she would purposely do her warm-up stretches so that I had a better view. We laughed, and continued talking until the competition was over.
We boarded the bus, and sat next to each other at the back of the bus on the ride to McDonald's. I asked her why she decided to tell me about her crush. She said that she actually had a crush on me since grade 6, but was too shy to say anything. Her family was moving that summer, and if she didn't say anything now, she might never get that chance. I didn't know what to think. On the one hand, the prettiest girl I'd ever seen just admitted to having a crush on me for 4 years. On the other hand, she would be leaving in 2 months time. I was elated and saddened at the same time. She continued and said that she didn't want to waste any more time. She put her head on my shoulder and squeezed tight as she hugged me. I felt the same way, and I stroked her hair as I held her in my arms.
She started to relax a little, and her hand moved up and down my side as she hugged me tighter. I comforted her by rubbing her back and caressing her arm. Then she nuzzled her nose into my neck and kissed it softly. All the while, her hand was slowly moving down my side and onto my lap. I was getting really hot and nervous. Could this really be happening? I looked up to see if anyone was watching. Everyone else was joking around and doing stupid stuff like normal teenagers on a bus. They weren't paying any attention to us.
So, I decided to test the waters. My hand starting rubbing her back lower and lower until I reached the top of her ass. I lingered there to see what Judy's reaction would be. She responded by moving her hand closer and closer to the inside of my thigh. Then she continued higher and higher until she had my balls cupped in her delicate hand. By this time, I had a full-on erection and I could hardly contain myself. I inched my right hand to the inside of her thigh and fondled her breasts with my other hand. It was the first time I had ever groped a girl, and it was amazing. Her breasts felt even better than I had imagined. I could feel her nipples getting harder as I squeezed her breasts gently. She moaned softly as her other hand gripped the shaft of my penis. She stopped for a split second and started caressing it. (Later she told me that it was bigger than she expected.)
I was in heaven. And she was enjoying the moment too. Judy's breathing was getting shallower, and her body was slowly writhing to the rhythm of my breast fondling. Then I moved my hand from her thigh to inside her shorts. She was moist, and her juices were seeping through her panties. I started to trace my fingers over her underwear and tickled the outer edges of her pussy lips. This drove Judy over the edge. She had to bite her lower lip to keep from moaning too loudly. She retaliated my pussy teasing by stroking my shaft harder and faster. I was going to cum hard if she didn't stop. But I didn't care. She was the most exquisite creature on Earth, and she was melting in my arms. It was the most erotic feeling I've ever felt.
I pulled the crotch of her panties to one side, exposing her wet pussy to my fingers. She was dripping wet, and my fingers slid right in to her aching vagina. She just about lost it. She was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she stopped stroking my rock hard penis and she soaked in the pleasure for herself. My fingers were pulling in and out of her pussy and I started rubbing her clit with my thumb. That definitely pushed her over the edge. She buried her head into my chest and I could feel her body tighten as her pelvis convulsed and her pussy squeezed around my two fingers. She could barely contain her moans of ecstasy as my chest muffled the sounds of her orgasmic climax. (It was a good thing the bus was so loud that no one could hear us.)
Judy was panting hard. She wanted more. I started to pull my fingers out, but she stopped me. She gripped my hand and pulled it closer to her crotch. And then she started grinding her hips around my hand and my fingers. She was slow at first, but her rhythmic grinding grew stronger and more intense. Her every up and down, and in and out motion was perfectly calculated to stimulate her already aroused vagina. She was so wet that my fingers slid deeper and deeper inside her pussy with every movement. And then the convulsing and squeezing started again, even stronger than before. Unbelievable! She was cumming again! With her head still buried in my chest, she exploded with moans of pleasure. She bit my chest to try to contain the intensity of her second orgasm. I wanted to cry out in pain, but I held it in so that we would not attract attention.
I think that if the bus had not reached McDonald's at that point, she would have gone for a third round. The other kids starting getting off the bus. Judy and I were sitting at the back, so we had some time to cool off and gain our composure. I withdrew my fingers slowly from her pussy. The slippery texture of her juices were driving me crazy. And when I was completely out, the smell of her secretions enveloped me and I had the strongest urge to fuck her right there. I wanted to taste the juices on my fingers. But, before I could lick them clean, Judy grabbed my hand, put my fingers in her mouth and savoured her own juices. I protested to her saying, "Not fair". But she said, "Don't worry. Meet me in the handicapped washroom in 5 minutes, and you can taste all you want from my pussy." Those words made my subsiding erection spring back into action. I left the bus with my sweater tied around my waste to hide my raging hard-on.
When we entered McDonald's, Judy headed straight for the handicapped washroom. She winked at me and said, "Remember, 5 minutes". I could hardly wait. In the meantime I stood in line and ordered a Big Mac to go, so that no one would suspect anything. When it was ready, I took it and discreetly made my way to the handicapped washroom.
My heart was beating so fast; I didn't know what to expect. I knocked on the door, and it opened from the inside slowly. Judy peeked outside, and when she saw it was me, she quickly pulled me inside with her and locked the door. We were alone at last. She threw herself on me, and we kissed passionately and held each other closely. The emotion was overwhelming and also very physically stimulating.
As we kissed, my hands explored every inch of her angelic body. I caressed her back and lightly played with her ass. Her body was in peak perfection. She giggled with pleasure and responded to my every touch. My hands were feeling more adventurous and made their way under her tank top. Judy's skin was the softest thing I'd ever felt. It felt like silk as I moved my hands up her back, closer to her bra. I fumbled with the clasp for a few seconds before it finally came undone.
Judy gasped and pulled away from me for only a moment as she started to take off her tank top and bra. She lifted them over her head to reveal the most spectacular sight I've ever seen. Her breasts were perfect. They weren't too big or small, just the right size for someone as petite as her. Even so, they were a handful as she guided my hands over her perky nipples and I felt them hardening with every touch. They were magnificent. Judy moaned softly as I continued to fondle her milky white breasts and lightly pinch her round nipples.
I turned her around and held her in my arms with her back towards me. She held me tighter and pulled me in closer. In doing so, she discovered that my rock hard erection was pressed to her ass. She smirked and started grinding that perfectly round ass into my cock. The feeling of her breasts in my hands and her ass grinding on me was too much. I was on the verge on cumming. She must have known because she stopped before I could explode. She turned around and started undressing me.
She pulled my t-shirt over my head and kissed my neck and chest. Her cool lips felt great against my burning skin. And as she pulled me in and held me close, her naked breasts were pressed against my bare skin for the first time. I had never experienced such a great feeling of softness with her hardened nipples stimulating every sensation in me as they brushed over my skin. It was driving me crazy. Judy hands roamed my shirtless body with pleasure. Eventually, her fingers found their way to my waist band. And in one quick motion, she had pulled my shorts and underwear down around my ankles, exposing my pulsating cock.
She grabbed my quivering member and pumped it slowly as her kisses moved lower and lower. First my chest, then my stomach, and then ... oh yes! Her lips were exploring every inch of my aching cock. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, she took my balls in her mouth. She bit on them lightly as she tugged on them with incredible skill. I could feel the pre-cum start to ooze out of my tip. At the sight of this, Judy's eyes opened wide and she licked my shaft from bottom to top, finally licking up the salty secretion. This only excited her more, and before I knew it, she had enveloped my head in her mouth. It was almost too much for her small mouth to handle. But when she got used to it, she was unstoppable.
Her mouth and lips slid up and down my cock with precision. She knew exactly when to press her lips as they moved past my head and exactly when to twist her head as her mouth left my tip. This was my first blowjob, and it was incredible. I held her head with my hands as she continued her assault. Her hair was entangled in my fingers and her hands gripped my ass firmly. I marveled at the sight of Judy's head bobbing up and down with pleasure. Each pass went a little deeper, until finally, she had me completely inside her mouth. She gagged a little, and I felt the back of her throat. She swallowed, and it sent shockwaves up my spine as her throat squeezed the tip of my almost erupting rod. Then she suddenly pulled off my cock, and teased, "No no, you're not gonna cum yet."
I wanted to scream. My cock was pointing straight up and needed immediate release. But before I had the chance, Judy had placed her right leg on the sink, and was removing her shorts and panties. She was completely naked, and I was completely naked. Nothing was more sexy and exciting. My heart raced as my eyes took in the sight of her perfect body. My gaze wandered from her gorgeous face to her fabulous breasts, down her flat stomach and toned legs, and eventually stopped at the glistening mound between her legs.
With her right leg still on the sink, I moved in. This was my chance to taste her intoxicating juices. I went down on my knees, and as my face drew nearer, that scent drove me over the edge. I planted my mouth over her dripping pussy, and I tasted her for the first time. She moaned and purred like a pussy cat. My tongue was going in and out of her cunt, and she was loving every second of it. Judy grabbed the back of my head and forced my head deeper between her legs. I continued by sucking her clit and placing two fingers inside her moist pussy. She grabbed me harder. I flicked her clit intensely with my tongue, back and forth, all the while fingering her in a twisting motion. By now, Judy was moaning ferociously and she was thrusting her hips in rhythm with my tongue and fingers. I felt her body tense slightly, and I knew she would cum soon. I pulled away and the ache and hunger in her eyes said it all. She begged me not to stop, but now we were even. "So, that's how you want to play?", she said with a vengeful look in her eye.
She pushed me on to the ground on top of our clothes. I was flat on my back and before I knew it, she was kneeling over me with her pussy in my face and her head between my legs. Could it be? She starting sucking my cock, and I knew that we were going to 69. I buried my face in her pussy and continued the attack with my tongue. I grabbed her fine ass with both hands and licked her cunt up and down until I could hear her moaning with my cock in her mouth. She was loving every minute of it. And I was loving her incredible blowjob skills. She played with my balls with one hand as her lovely mouth and tongue worked my hard shaft to a volcanic frenzy. All the while, Judy's boobs were swaying back and forth with her up and down motion. The feeling of her hard nipples brushing my stomach was more than I could handle. I knew I was going to cum soon. And the way Judy was moaning, I knew she was going to cum soon too. But this time, neither of us was going to pull away. We were going to climax together in an incredible fit of passion and wild animal instinct. I increased the speed of my tongue flicking her soaking wet, fully inflamed clit, and Judy sucked deeper, harder, and faster than ever. My balls started contracting, and I could see her pussy lips starting to quiver. And then I exploded like never before. And Judy came and her pussy got wetter and wetter as her magnificent cunt contracted and convulsed with each lick of my tongue. I moaned with extreme pleasure as she continued to suck and swallow spurt after spurt of my huge load. Neither of us was backing down. We were cumming but not losing concentration as we still focused on giving the other total and complete fulfillment. Shot after shot of my cum filled Judy's mouth, and her pussy juices continued to flow like a river into my mouth. She tasted wonderful. It was the most intense sensation I've ever felt.
Eventually, we were both spent, and we laid there naked in each other's arms. Judy was cupping my balls and I was fondling her ass. We didn't have to say anything because we were thinking the same thing. Neither of us would ever experience such a magical moment again. But we were wrong.
Within minutes, my penis was succumbing to the playful antics of Judy's ball massaging. And I had a full-on raging erection again. She didn't waste any time. Before I knew it, she was sitting on me and guiding my stiff rod into her still wet pussy. I looked at her, and she looked back. Her eyes said, "Yes, it's my first time too. But it has to be with you and only you." Her pussy was so warm and inviting. It surrounded my cock and every of inch of it was filled with incredible pleasure and sensation.
Judy let out a small cry of pain as my penis popped her virgin cherry. I asked if she was ok. And she said to give her a few moments to get used to it. So, I sat up a little to hug her and just let her soak in the sensation. Before long, she started to rock back and forth a little bit. I was getting even more aroused. She throw her arms around my neck, and I started sucking on her nipples. They grew hard, and she started rocking faster. Her pussy juices were really flowing now, and I could tell that she was getting used to my cock filling her up. She pushed me back on the ground, put her hands on my chest, and rode me cowgirl style. Her hips and ass had a mind of their own. They found a perfect rhythm. I could feel her pussy pressing against my pubic area, stimulating her clit with pure pleasure. But I also felt my penis pressing something inside her pussy. Judy felt it too, and started moving to stimulate it more. She did it; she found her G-spot, and she was going cum like there was no tomorrow. She rode me hard and fast, and her tits were bouncing with every movement. I gripped her hips and ass, and enjoyed the ride. I have never seen anything so sexy in my life as when she climaxed. She slowed her rhythm down and every movement was more precise than the last to elicit that powerful explosion from her clit and G-spot. She came hard and she moaned as if the pleasure was too much to bear, but she didn't want it to stop. Judy was addicted to my cock, and she wouldn't give it up for anything. When she finished cumming, she rode me again, and came another two times before collapsing on to my chest. I held her there in my arms not wanting the moment to end.
As if we both had the same thought, we looked at the time on our watches. The bus was leaving in 10 minutes. We had to clean up and clear out. I kissed Judy gently on her neck and she held me tight for a few moments before getting up. We started to gather our clothes from the ground.
Judy bent over to pick up her bra, and the sight of her, butt naked, bending over, with that super fine ass sticking out in the air was too much. I still had a full hard-on from when she was riding me. And I just had to stick it in her from behind, like I wanted to do so many times when I watched her during practice.
At first, Judy was startled. But when she felt my warm penis penetrating her pussy, she knew exactly what was going to happen. She put her hands on the floor, and drove that ass down on my hips. I was fully inside that wet cunt, and it was the most incredible sensation ever. I grabbed her hips and started thrusting my cock in and out of her. I was pounding her and fucking her doggie-style. Judy turned her head around, and looked up at me with those big brown eyes, and she begged me for more. So, I grabbed her ass with a firm grip and drove my cock deeper, faster and harder. Her moans of pleasure were instant. Pump after pump, I could feel that eruption getting closer and closer. My cock was so hard, I couldn't stand it. When I looked at Judy's naked ass and my cock driving into her wet pussy, I needed release right there and then.
Then I really gave it to her. I moved her over to the sink, and she leaned over it and grabbed it with her hands. At the same time, she put her right foot on the toilet bowl. That completely opened her up. I had full access to that pussy now, and I was going to take full advantage of it. I fucked her so hard that every thrust lifted her two inches of the ground. She cried with pleasure and I felt her pussy muscles starting to contract. This put me over the top and I spilled my load into her hot wet cunt just as she came too. Squirt after squirt, our bodies moved as one, convulsing and cumming in perfect harmony.
I held her close to me with my penis still inside her. She hugged back, and we knew it was time to go. We didn't want that moment to end, but it had to. As we dressed and tried to make it look like we didn't just have the most incredible sex ever, we giggled to ourselves. We totally defiled the handicapped washroom at McDonald's. We almost felt sorry for the poor schmuck who was going to use this place afterward.
We peeked out the door, and when the coast was clear, we left the washroom, and walked back to the bus together.
That summer, before Judy left, we had sex almost every day in the most incredible ways and in the most unusual places. We explored and experienced each other's bodies in ways most people will never get to do. And we bonded deeper than that too. On a spiritual, emotional, and physical level, Judy and I were perfect soulmates.
It broke our hearts when her family left that summer. We tried to stay in contact, but it was never the same. Over the years, we lost touch with each other, but not a day goes by that I don't think about her, and I wonder if she thinks about me.
Judy, if you're out there and if you're reading this, I hope you'll think of me and that magical summer we spent together. It's still not too late for us....
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Helping Hands
Introduction: He thought his neighbor was just your regular housewife...but he was wrong.
Sunday morning, the phone rang. It was Alicia, the lady next door
“Hey, Mike,” she said. “Do you know anything about DVD players?”
“A little bit,” I said. “How come?”
”Mine’s not working,” she said. “I can’t get a repair guy because it’s Sunday. Do you mind looking at it?” “Nope,” I replied. “I’m not doing anything major. Give me a minute and I’ll be over.”
Tom and Alicia were living next door when I moved in a year or so ago. He was in his 40s, kind of a dorky looking guy who seldom talked about anything but his job when I saw him. He was very much a gladhander, very corporate, and kinda cheesy, to be honest. Alicia, on the other hand, was in her mid-30’s, a natural blonde, and fun to talk to. She was a stay-at-home mom to her 6 year old, but before that, as she’d told me in conversation, she’d been a regional planner for a chain store I won’t mention here.
Alicia wasn’t a model type, which is fine by me. She was about 5’2”, had wide hips and a great ass (which I had secretly admired), and small but well-rounded breasts, which I had also secretly admired when she was outside doing things in their yard. I was kind of blah about Tom but I enjoyed talking over the fence with Alicia.
To be honest, I was a bit lonely, and Alicia had sometimes been a fantasy of mine as well. Having her be social was pretty nice.
I’d inherited my house after my stepdad died and left it to me in my will, and after a rather difficult breakup with my last girlfriend, I gave up on Delaware and moved back here, working in a motorcycle shop. It paid the bills, I had a bit of an inheritance, and I was OK being by myself and calm for once. I couldn’t get laid for shit, but otherwise the little suburban town was nice and quiet, and it gave me time to work on the book I’d been writing.
I knocked on the door and Alicia answered. She was wearing a blouse and some shorts, and she looked a bit flushed, kind of pink, which was cute on her. She grinned her charming lopsided grin and said, “How ya doing?”
“Just writing on my day off,” I said. “I appreciate your coming over,” she replied. “You want to take a look at the machine?”
“Sure,” I said. I walked into the house and she led me to the den. I followed her, admiring her bouncy ass and feeling a bit guilty about it – but still admiring it anyway.
“This damn thing is not working,” she announced, pointing at the JVC that sat on top of the TV. “I can’t get the playback to work.” She flipped on the TV, and the screen was blue. “Is there a DVD in there?” I said.
“I’m not…sure,” she said with an odd hesitation. She still seemed kind of pink, as if she was blushing. I figured, she’s too embarrassed to admit she messed it up, and passed it off. Anyway, it was kinda cute.
I hit the eject button on the remote. Nothing doing. I hit the eject button on the unit itself, nothing doing. All I heard was a “rrrrrrrRRRRrrr” sound, and that was that.
I poked around at the door of the DVD player, which would not open, and spotted a little hole to the side of the DVD player. “You have a paperclip?” I said. “Sure,” Alicia said. She disappeared into another room and came back with one, which I untwisted, and poked the end of it into the hole next to the DVD door. There was another “RRrrrr” and then a “click,” and another “Rrrrr,” the door opened, and it disgorged a DVD, which was not centered when it was put in and had somehow gotten stuck. I flipped the DVD out without looking at it, centered it in the player, punched the button, and it slid back in.
“OK,” I told her, “I think you’re good to go. Try it out and see.”
She pressed play. On screen appeared a close-up of a woman's hand on a very hard penis. The woman’s hand moved smoothly and firmly over the man’s cock, going from top to bottom and stroking it thoroughly. The camera pulled back to reveal a very attractive couple, both obviously enjoying what they were doing.
”Oh, my God,” Alicia said. “Oh, shit.” I was just about as embarrassed, because I knew I’d been staring. I turned toward her, and I have to admit I’ve never quite seen someone blush that hard. I was dead sure I was blushing myself.
We both started to apologize at the same time. “I, um, I…” she said.
“Oh, I um…I shouldn’t have stared,” I said. “No,” she said, “I shouldn’t have just turned it on without…” She couldn’t finish because she started laughing, and seeing her crack up over the whole thing made me laugh as well.
“Well,” she said when she caught her breath, “now you know I’m a pervert who looks at porn. Oh, God.” She reddened again.
“Look,” I said. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it. I have no room to talk, and to be honest I have stuff like that in my collection, too. So it’s not weird.”
“Yeah, but you’re a guy,” she said. “Women aren’t supposed to look at this stuff, are they?” She almost – was I kidding myself? – sounded a little teasing. “I’m embarrassed.”
”All it means,” I said, “is that you are a normal, healthy woman. Lots of women watch porn these days. They direct it, everything.”
“I know,” she said. Then she looked at me slyly and her voice lowered a bit. “I have lots of it, and I watch it all…the…time.”
I was a bit nonplussed at this admission. I only knew Alicia as my (admittedly cute) next door neighbor. Sure, we had conversed in the past, and I had gone to a couple of boring neighborhood meetings with her and her husband Tom, but…
“Well, I won’t tell anybody you watch it,” I said, trying to keep it light. “And I tell you honestly, I never expected to be discussing porn with you.”
“Why not?” she said, looking at me rather directly.
”I didn’t figure you were…”
“You thought I was a soccer mom,” she said, a bit archly. “You didn’t guess that the lady that drives the SUV had it in her?”
This conversation was weird, I thought, but I kind of liked it. “Well, “ I said, “You’re attractive, and um, I figured you and Tom did, you know, have sex, and, stuff like that.” Great, I thought, what an idiotic thing to say.
She looked at me a bit speculatively. “You’d be surprised,” she said. I let that go, and said, “Well, I’m gonna head back home…”
She interrupted me. “Wait, you did fix it. I owe you a coke or something?”
“Sure,” I said. “Good,” she replied, and disappeared into the back of the house, where she emerged with two diet cokes.
We stood there in the den with the diet cokes in hand, and I couldn’t figure out what to say except “Thanks for the coke.” She replied, “Thanks for fixing the DVD.”
“It wasn’t really broken,” I said. “It’s just the DVD was off-center.”
“I want to check it,” she said suddenly. “You can never be sure.” With that, she turned on the DVD again, and the brunette girl popped right back up, stroking the man on the bed with strong, sure hands.
My mouth fell open. She blushed again, and said, “Sit down, sit.” I was stuck for words. “You want to watch it, don’t you?” she said. “Well, yeah, but…” I said. “No but’s,” she replied. “We have to make sure it works, don’t we?”
“I guess so,” I said as I sat on the couch. “Be a shame to have it break down.”
“Especially now,” she replied, pointing at the screen. I looked. The brunette’s ministrations had worked, and the guy onscreen launched a thick shot of cum that flew into the air. More dripped over the brunette’s hand as she continued to work him. It occurred to me that Alicia was pretty familiar with this DVD.
I sat on the couch, and Alicia sat not far from me. Not far as in pretty damn close. I still refused to believe this was happening. I was on the couch with pretty blonde soccer mom Alicia, watching a porn film. This wasn’t happening. Was it?
“I like this next one,” she said. “The guy in this segment is really cute, and so is the woman.” She reached across the coffee table and handed me the DVD case, which read, “Handjob Special No. 12: Slippery Squirts.”
I had absolutely no idea what to say or do, so I sat there and watched. She was right, the couple were cute, and the woman onscreen definitely knew her way around a cock. I felt myself getting turned on, but I was also terribly nervous. Was this really happening?
Alicia would glance over at me from time to time as if to check my reaction. “Just relax,” she said. “It’s no big deal, we’re just watching porn. It’s something normal people do, remember?”
I leaned back into the couch and threw my fate to the winds, and started watching the movie. It was very, very good, and Alicia was very, very close, and very warm, and she smelled good. And I was getting hard. While she watched the screen, I adjusted my cock in my pants, trying to hide it, and leaned forward, hoping to make it less obvious.
She kept glancing back at me and then glancing at the screen, grinning. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I was crazy enough to keep watching. I also sneaked glances at Alicia. She had green eyes, a spray of freckles on her cheeks, a bit of a pug nose and a generous mouth. I started noticing exactly how low that blouse Alicia was wearing was cut, and I started liking the view.
For Alicia’s part, she got very quiet while watching, and I noticed her breathing at a faster rate. Gradually, I could see the outline of erect nipples through her bra. She watched the screen avidly, especially during the closer, when two women finished off Peter North with a four-handed handjob and the expected volcano of goo. We had watched the whole DVD. My cock was so hard it hurt.
I stood up, with my hands in my pockets. “Where you going?” she said, still sitting. “I’m going to take a shower,” I said. “A cold one.”
”Well now,” she said, “did I have anything to do with that?” I looked down and saw that my efforts to hide my hard-on were completely in vain. “I feel a little responsible for getting you that way,” she said.
“I, um…well, you’re not obligated…” I stuttered.
She reached up and stroked the bulge in my pants. “No, I’m not obligated,” she said in a slightly breathless voice, “but I want to help you out.” She kept stroking my cock through my pants, and I thought I was going to rip out the zipper. “I can’t let you go out the door like that. It’s got to hurt. Sit back down.”
I sat, and she continued to stroke me through my pants, then feeling the width with her fingers. “You see,” she said, “Tom’s in Reno at a convention, and he’s not coming back for three days, and Tiff is over at Grandma’s till the weekend.” She unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. My cock popped out, and I inadvertently breathed a sigh of relief. She grinned. “So doesn’t that does feel better now?” she said, wrapping her hand around my cock and beginning to slowly rub her palm up and down the underside. “Now if you’re open-minded enough, you'd allow me to help you out here with your problem. Because I’d love to.”
My conscience cut in. “But are you sure…”
“Mike,” she said, “Tom doesn’t get into this sort of thing.” Her voice got a little sarcastic. “He likes it in the dark with the lights off, so he can imagine I’m one of the Playboy models he jacks off to in the middle of the night when he thinks I don’t know.” Her fingers kept up their argument for adultery, and they were winning. “I’ve seen you looking at my ass when I was mowing the lawn and when I was up there on the ladder closing the hurricane shutters.”
“You’re right,” I managed to say.
“And one day when I was up on the ladder,” she said, carefully continuing her slow, agonizing, wonderful stroking, “I looked in your window. The window to the middle room on the second floor. You know the mirror in that middle room?”
“Uh huh,” I gasped.
“If you leave the bathroom door open, somebody who was looking in the room through that window – if they look at that mirror - they can see who’s in the bathroom and what they’re doing,” she said, running her fingernail across the tip of my penis, and then running her finger down the underside and back up, very slowly.
“Oh hell,” I said.
“And I saw you playing with this,” she said. “I saw you stroking it with your eyes closed, and I heard you say ‘Suck it, Alicia,’ and I saw you shoot your big load into the sink, and I got down off the ladder, and I went inside and locked myself in my bathroom, and I finger-fucked myself real hard.”
I couldn’t say anything. It was all true.
“That made me feel really good,” she continued. “And I kept doing that, every time I slid my fingers in my pussy, I would think about you coming all over your hand and saying my name. It made me feel so good.”
Her hands were back to a slow stroking motion.
“Let me make you feel good too,” she said.
I was in no position to argue and had no urge to. “Yes,” I managed to say. “Please.”
She got up and pulled me to my feet, undoing my pants and letting them drop to the floor. I kicked out of my socks and shoes as she unbuttoned my shirt, and I stood there naked. Alicia opened her blouse, and I could see the bra underneath. She shrugged off her shirt, reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. Her small, full breasts popped out as she pulled the bra away, with nipples big, brown and hard. Then she put her hand on my chest and pushed me back down on the couch.
As I sat back on the couch, she peeled out of her skirt, let it fall to the floor and kicked it away. She was wearing nothing but panties, and then she turned around and slipped them off, making sure I could see her ass, the same ass I had admired in skirts and shorts and pants, naked in front of me. “There you go,” she said. “Get a good look, you want to.”
“Yes I do,” I said, “and it looks even better than I imagined it.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she said as she got down on her knees on the floor , next to the coffee table, and began working my penis again with her soft hands. She kept looking me in the eyes, deliberately, lasciviously, as her hands rubbed the length of my cock “You do really need a little help with this,” Alicia said. “This is just enormous.”
Leaning back in the couch, I pushed my hips out over the edge and she started stroking my erection up and down, soft and slow. With her other hand, she reached to the coffee table and came back with a tube of hand cream. She stopped stroking only long enough to squirt it on her hand and on my cock, and then resumed the slow softness of her milking. She would speed up and slow down, sometimes wrapping her full hand around my cock and sometimes stroking me with just her thumb and forefinger ringed around my cock. It was dizzyingly good. The sensations were incredible. I looked at her and saw that to say she was enjoying herself was an understatement.
“Does that feel good?” she teased. “You like that?”
“Oh yes,” I said. “Oh yeah. This is so incredible, it’s like a fantasy come true.”
“Yes,” she said. “Me too. You know what I like to imagine?”
“Tell me,” I managed to gasp, even though I knew that the combination of her stroking, her looks, and her voice might finish me off.
“I like to imagine that I’m a porn star sometimes,” she said as her hand flowed over my cock, hitting every nerve in it. “I like to imagine that I’m being filmed jerking off a guy’s cock, squeezing his cum out. And I imagine that the video is going to be seen by lots of guys, guys who will pull their cocks out and jerk off to me, all that cum. Me making them feel good. And them making me feel good. I could be in a movie just jerking off cock after cock, letting it spatter all over me, because I love how it feels and how it looks when a guy comes…”
She had my testicles cupped in one hand, gently rubbing them. With her other hand, she started pumping me faster, her hand sliding up and down me and sending sparks of sensation from my cock up and down my spine. My hips bucked against her hand as she sped up.
“Let me have your cum,” she said. “I want it, I want you to shoot all over me, I want to make you cum and make you feel good.” Her face was flushed and her eyes were wide. I gasped, and I reached the point of no return. She leaned in toward me and pulled, and I came in bursts. The first spurt went to her cheek, the next to her chest, and then I felt like a stream of cum was running out of me, running down her hand as she continued to milk it out of me.
“Yes, shoot it for me, make you feel good, yes,” she purred, smiling. “Look at all that cum.”
It was the best hand job I ever had by far, and the fact that this beautiful, married woman had done it to me, a married woman I had lusted after, turned me on even more. She was elated, her face was flushed. I looked at her, with her hand on my cock, and her hand and her tits shining with my cum, and I wished I had another cock to do it again.
Then it hit me. “Wait,” I said. “I didn’t do anything for you.”
She laughed. “Yes, you did. You fulfilled my fantasy.”
“I would be happy to return the favor,” I said.
“Not yet,” she said. “Now you wait here.” She padded off into the back of the house, looking over her shoulder and wiggling her ass at me as she left. She returned a minute later with two towels, tossing one at me and using the other to wipe herself off. She was still smiling from ear to ear.
I straightened myself up and put on my clothes, and felt kind of awkward suddenly. She had slipped on a T-shirt and some shorts, and I noticed her legs again, strong and well formed. “Wow,” I said. “Listen, that was so good, and I feel weird about leaving you hanging. I mean, that was the best handjob I ever had. Period.”
She actually blushed. “Don’t worry about it,” she said. “Like I said, it was a fulfilled fantasy for me. But you never know what other fantasies a girl has.”
I looked at her in total surprise. “You just never know,” she added mysteriously. “Now, I have to take a shower and run to the drugstore, and I’m sure you need to finish what you were doing, so…”
I nodded. “Thanks so much,” I said as I stood. “Thank you,” she said, and kissed me on the cheek as I went out the door.
I went home and sat on my couch, disbelieving what had happened, and still feeling the tingling in my cock. Damn, I thought.
I kept going over the experience in my mind till I put it out of my mind with an effort. It was a one-off thing, I told myself. It’ll never happen again. Holy shit. Well, this’ll be a good masturbation memory, anyway, I told myself.
The next day I went to work as usual, and managed to put the event out of my mind and concentrate on the customers and the shop work. I headed back home and showered the grunge off. I considered jerking off, but decided not to. I got out of the shower, and the phone rang.
It was Alicia.
“This damn thing,” she said, “is broken, again. Can you come fix it?” I think I got an erection right then. “I’ll be right over,” I said.
Alicia met me at the door wearing a robe. As I closed the door behind me, I heard a sound like cloth hitting the floor, and when I turned around I saw Alicia in a mesh catsuit. Whatever images I had of her as a soccer mom were blown away for good.
“This way,” she said. I followed her fantastic ass down the hall to the den. “I think you just need to poke around it a little,” she said. I looked down at the coffee table and saw the DVD cover. It said, “ALL ANAL ACTION” in big letters.
I looked up and she was grinning at me, that cute smile that she had. I grinned back. “Let me get to work,” I said, and turned to the DVD player. I felt her come up behind me and stroke my neck with her fingertips.
It’s good to be mechanically inclined, it really is.
Sunday morning, the phone rang. It was Alicia, the lady next door
“Hey, Mike,” she said. “Do you know anything about DVD players?”
“A little bit,” I said. “How come?”
”Mine’s not working,” she said. “I can’t get a repair guy because it’s Sunday. Do you mind looking at it?” “Nope,” I replied. “I’m not doing anything major. Give me a minute and I’ll be over.”
Tom and Alicia were living next door when I moved in a year or so ago. He was in his 40s, kind of a dorky looking guy who seldom talked about anything but his job when I saw him. He was very much a gladhander, very corporate, and kinda cheesy, to be honest. Alicia, on the other hand, was in her mid-30’s, a natural blonde, and fun to talk to. She was a stay-at-home mom to her 6 year old, but before that, as she’d told me in conversation, she’d been a regional planner for a chain store I won’t mention here.
Alicia wasn’t a model type, which is fine by me. She was about 5’2”, had wide hips and a great ass (which I had secretly admired), and small but well-rounded breasts, which I had also secretly admired when she was outside doing things in their yard. I was kind of blah about Tom but I enjoyed talking over the fence with Alicia.
To be honest, I was a bit lonely, and Alicia had sometimes been a fantasy of mine as well. Having her be social was pretty nice.
I’d inherited my house after my stepdad died and left it to me in my will, and after a rather difficult breakup with my last girlfriend, I gave up on Delaware and moved back here, working in a motorcycle shop. It paid the bills, I had a bit of an inheritance, and I was OK being by myself and calm for once. I couldn’t get laid for shit, but otherwise the little suburban town was nice and quiet, and it gave me time to work on the book I’d been writing.
I knocked on the door and Alicia answered. She was wearing a blouse and some shorts, and she looked a bit flushed, kind of pink, which was cute on her. She grinned her charming lopsided grin and said, “How ya doing?”
“Just writing on my day off,” I said. “I appreciate your coming over,” she replied. “You want to take a look at the machine?”
“Sure,” I said. I walked into the house and she led me to the den. I followed her, admiring her bouncy ass and feeling a bit guilty about it – but still admiring it anyway.
“This damn thing is not working,” she announced, pointing at the JVC that sat on top of the TV. “I can’t get the playback to work.” She flipped on the TV, and the screen was blue. “Is there a DVD in there?” I said.
“I’m not…sure,” she said with an odd hesitation. She still seemed kind of pink, as if she was blushing. I figured, she’s too embarrassed to admit she messed it up, and passed it off. Anyway, it was kinda cute.
I hit the eject button on the remote. Nothing doing. I hit the eject button on the unit itself, nothing doing. All I heard was a “rrrrrrrRRRRrrr” sound, and that was that.
I poked around at the door of the DVD player, which would not open, and spotted a little hole to the side of the DVD player. “You have a paperclip?” I said. “Sure,” Alicia said. She disappeared into another room and came back with one, which I untwisted, and poked the end of it into the hole next to the DVD door. There was another “RRrrrr” and then a “click,” and another “Rrrrr,” the door opened, and it disgorged a DVD, which was not centered when it was put in and had somehow gotten stuck. I flipped the DVD out without looking at it, centered it in the player, punched the button, and it slid back in.
“OK,” I told her, “I think you’re good to go. Try it out and see.”
She pressed play. On screen appeared a close-up of a woman's hand on a very hard penis. The woman’s hand moved smoothly and firmly over the man’s cock, going from top to bottom and stroking it thoroughly. The camera pulled back to reveal a very attractive couple, both obviously enjoying what they were doing.
”Oh, my God,” Alicia said. “Oh, shit.” I was just about as embarrassed, because I knew I’d been staring. I turned toward her, and I have to admit I’ve never quite seen someone blush that hard. I was dead sure I was blushing myself.
We both started to apologize at the same time. “I, um, I…” she said.
“Oh, I um…I shouldn’t have stared,” I said. “No,” she said, “I shouldn’t have just turned it on without…” She couldn’t finish because she started laughing, and seeing her crack up over the whole thing made me laugh as well.
“Well,” she said when she caught her breath, “now you know I’m a pervert who looks at porn. Oh, God.” She reddened again.
“Look,” I said. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it. I have no room to talk, and to be honest I have stuff like that in my collection, too. So it’s not weird.”
“Yeah, but you’re a guy,” she said. “Women aren’t supposed to look at this stuff, are they?” She almost – was I kidding myself? – sounded a little teasing. “I’m embarrassed.”
”All it means,” I said, “is that you are a normal, healthy woman. Lots of women watch porn these days. They direct it, everything.”
“I know,” she said. Then she looked at me slyly and her voice lowered a bit. “I have lots of it, and I watch it all…the…time.”
I was a bit nonplussed at this admission. I only knew Alicia as my (admittedly cute) next door neighbor. Sure, we had conversed in the past, and I had gone to a couple of boring neighborhood meetings with her and her husband Tom, but…
“Well, I won’t tell anybody you watch it,” I said, trying to keep it light. “And I tell you honestly, I never expected to be discussing porn with you.”
“Why not?” she said, looking at me rather directly.
”I didn’t figure you were…”
“You thought I was a soccer mom,” she said, a bit archly. “You didn’t guess that the lady that drives the SUV had it in her?”
This conversation was weird, I thought, but I kind of liked it. “Well, “ I said, “You’re attractive, and um, I figured you and Tom did, you know, have sex, and, stuff like that.” Great, I thought, what an idiotic thing to say.
She looked at me a bit speculatively. “You’d be surprised,” she said. I let that go, and said, “Well, I’m gonna head back home…”
She interrupted me. “Wait, you did fix it. I owe you a coke or something?”
“Sure,” I said. “Good,” she replied, and disappeared into the back of the house, where she emerged with two diet cokes.
We stood there in the den with the diet cokes in hand, and I couldn’t figure out what to say except “Thanks for the coke.” She replied, “Thanks for fixing the DVD.”
“It wasn’t really broken,” I said. “It’s just the DVD was off-center.”
“I want to check it,” she said suddenly. “You can never be sure.” With that, she turned on the DVD again, and the brunette girl popped right back up, stroking the man on the bed with strong, sure hands.
My mouth fell open. She blushed again, and said, “Sit down, sit.” I was stuck for words. “You want to watch it, don’t you?” she said. “Well, yeah, but…” I said. “No but’s,” she replied. “We have to make sure it works, don’t we?”
“I guess so,” I said as I sat on the couch. “Be a shame to have it break down.”
“Especially now,” she replied, pointing at the screen. I looked. The brunette’s ministrations had worked, and the guy onscreen launched a thick shot of cum that flew into the air. More dripped over the brunette’s hand as she continued to work him. It occurred to me that Alicia was pretty familiar with this DVD.
I sat on the couch, and Alicia sat not far from me. Not far as in pretty damn close. I still refused to believe this was happening. I was on the couch with pretty blonde soccer mom Alicia, watching a porn film. This wasn’t happening. Was it?
“I like this next one,” she said. “The guy in this segment is really cute, and so is the woman.” She reached across the coffee table and handed me the DVD case, which read, “Handjob Special No. 12: Slippery Squirts.”
I had absolutely no idea what to say or do, so I sat there and watched. She was right, the couple were cute, and the woman onscreen definitely knew her way around a cock. I felt myself getting turned on, but I was also terribly nervous. Was this really happening?
Alicia would glance over at me from time to time as if to check my reaction. “Just relax,” she said. “It’s no big deal, we’re just watching porn. It’s something normal people do, remember?”
I leaned back into the couch and threw my fate to the winds, and started watching the movie. It was very, very good, and Alicia was very, very close, and very warm, and she smelled good. And I was getting hard. While she watched the screen, I adjusted my cock in my pants, trying to hide it, and leaned forward, hoping to make it less obvious.
She kept glancing back at me and then glancing at the screen, grinning. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I was crazy enough to keep watching. I also sneaked glances at Alicia. She had green eyes, a spray of freckles on her cheeks, a bit of a pug nose and a generous mouth. I started noticing exactly how low that blouse Alicia was wearing was cut, and I started liking the view.
For Alicia’s part, she got very quiet while watching, and I noticed her breathing at a faster rate. Gradually, I could see the outline of erect nipples through her bra. She watched the screen avidly, especially during the closer, when two women finished off Peter North with a four-handed handjob and the expected volcano of goo. We had watched the whole DVD. My cock was so hard it hurt.
I stood up, with my hands in my pockets. “Where you going?” she said, still sitting. “I’m going to take a shower,” I said. “A cold one.”
”Well now,” she said, “did I have anything to do with that?” I looked down and saw that my efforts to hide my hard-on were completely in vain. “I feel a little responsible for getting you that way,” she said.
“I, um…well, you’re not obligated…” I stuttered.
She reached up and stroked the bulge in my pants. “No, I’m not obligated,” she said in a slightly breathless voice, “but I want to help you out.” She kept stroking my cock through my pants, and I thought I was going to rip out the zipper. “I can’t let you go out the door like that. It’s got to hurt. Sit back down.”
I sat, and she continued to stroke me through my pants, then feeling the width with her fingers. “You see,” she said, “Tom’s in Reno at a convention, and he’s not coming back for three days, and Tiff is over at Grandma’s till the weekend.” She unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. My cock popped out, and I inadvertently breathed a sigh of relief. She grinned. “So doesn’t that does feel better now?” she said, wrapping her hand around my cock and beginning to slowly rub her palm up and down the underside. “Now if you’re open-minded enough, you'd allow me to help you out here with your problem. Because I’d love to.”
My conscience cut in. “But are you sure…”
“Mike,” she said, “Tom doesn’t get into this sort of thing.” Her voice got a little sarcastic. “He likes it in the dark with the lights off, so he can imagine I’m one of the Playboy models he jacks off to in the middle of the night when he thinks I don’t know.” Her fingers kept up their argument for adultery, and they were winning. “I’ve seen you looking at my ass when I was mowing the lawn and when I was up there on the ladder closing the hurricane shutters.”
“You’re right,” I managed to say.
“And one day when I was up on the ladder,” she said, carefully continuing her slow, agonizing, wonderful stroking, “I looked in your window. The window to the middle room on the second floor. You know the mirror in that middle room?”
“Uh huh,” I gasped.
“If you leave the bathroom door open, somebody who was looking in the room through that window – if they look at that mirror - they can see who’s in the bathroom and what they’re doing,” she said, running her fingernail across the tip of my penis, and then running her finger down the underside and back up, very slowly.
“Oh hell,” I said.
“And I saw you playing with this,” she said. “I saw you stroking it with your eyes closed, and I heard you say ‘Suck it, Alicia,’ and I saw you shoot your big load into the sink, and I got down off the ladder, and I went inside and locked myself in my bathroom, and I finger-fucked myself real hard.”
I couldn’t say anything. It was all true.
“That made me feel really good,” she continued. “And I kept doing that, every time I slid my fingers in my pussy, I would think about you coming all over your hand and saying my name. It made me feel so good.”
Her hands were back to a slow stroking motion.
“Let me make you feel good too,” she said.
I was in no position to argue and had no urge to. “Yes,” I managed to say. “Please.”
She got up and pulled me to my feet, undoing my pants and letting them drop to the floor. I kicked out of my socks and shoes as she unbuttoned my shirt, and I stood there naked. Alicia opened her blouse, and I could see the bra underneath. She shrugged off her shirt, reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. Her small, full breasts popped out as she pulled the bra away, with nipples big, brown and hard. Then she put her hand on my chest and pushed me back down on the couch.
As I sat back on the couch, she peeled out of her skirt, let it fall to the floor and kicked it away. She was wearing nothing but panties, and then she turned around and slipped them off, making sure I could see her ass, the same ass I had admired in skirts and shorts and pants, naked in front of me. “There you go,” she said. “Get a good look, you want to.”
“Yes I do,” I said, “and it looks even better than I imagined it.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she said as she got down on her knees on the floor , next to the coffee table, and began working my penis again with her soft hands. She kept looking me in the eyes, deliberately, lasciviously, as her hands rubbed the length of my cock “You do really need a little help with this,” Alicia said. “This is just enormous.”
Leaning back in the couch, I pushed my hips out over the edge and she started stroking my erection up and down, soft and slow. With her other hand, she reached to the coffee table and came back with a tube of hand cream. She stopped stroking only long enough to squirt it on her hand and on my cock, and then resumed the slow softness of her milking. She would speed up and slow down, sometimes wrapping her full hand around my cock and sometimes stroking me with just her thumb and forefinger ringed around my cock. It was dizzyingly good. The sensations were incredible. I looked at her and saw that to say she was enjoying herself was an understatement.
“Does that feel good?” she teased. “You like that?”
“Oh yes,” I said. “Oh yeah. This is so incredible, it’s like a fantasy come true.”
“Yes,” she said. “Me too. You know what I like to imagine?”
“Tell me,” I managed to gasp, even though I knew that the combination of her stroking, her looks, and her voice might finish me off.
“I like to imagine that I’m a porn star sometimes,” she said as her hand flowed over my cock, hitting every nerve in it. “I like to imagine that I’m being filmed jerking off a guy’s cock, squeezing his cum out. And I imagine that the video is going to be seen by lots of guys, guys who will pull their cocks out and jerk off to me, all that cum. Me making them feel good. And them making me feel good. I could be in a movie just jerking off cock after cock, letting it spatter all over me, because I love how it feels and how it looks when a guy comes…”
She had my testicles cupped in one hand, gently rubbing them. With her other hand, she started pumping me faster, her hand sliding up and down me and sending sparks of sensation from my cock up and down my spine. My hips bucked against her hand as she sped up.
“Let me have your cum,” she said. “I want it, I want you to shoot all over me, I want to make you cum and make you feel good.” Her face was flushed and her eyes were wide. I gasped, and I reached the point of no return. She leaned in toward me and pulled, and I came in bursts. The first spurt went to her cheek, the next to her chest, and then I felt like a stream of cum was running out of me, running down her hand as she continued to milk it out of me.
“Yes, shoot it for me, make you feel good, yes,” she purred, smiling. “Look at all that cum.”
It was the best hand job I ever had by far, and the fact that this beautiful, married woman had done it to me, a married woman I had lusted after, turned me on even more. She was elated, her face was flushed. I looked at her, with her hand on my cock, and her hand and her tits shining with my cum, and I wished I had another cock to do it again.
Then it hit me. “Wait,” I said. “I didn’t do anything for you.”
She laughed. “Yes, you did. You fulfilled my fantasy.”
“I would be happy to return the favor,” I said.
“Not yet,” she said. “Now you wait here.” She padded off into the back of the house, looking over her shoulder and wiggling her ass at me as she left. She returned a minute later with two towels, tossing one at me and using the other to wipe herself off. She was still smiling from ear to ear.
I straightened myself up and put on my clothes, and felt kind of awkward suddenly. She had slipped on a T-shirt and some shorts, and I noticed her legs again, strong and well formed. “Wow,” I said. “Listen, that was so good, and I feel weird about leaving you hanging. I mean, that was the best handjob I ever had. Period.”
She actually blushed. “Don’t worry about it,” she said. “Like I said, it was a fulfilled fantasy for me. But you never know what other fantasies a girl has.”
I looked at her in total surprise. “You just never know,” she added mysteriously. “Now, I have to take a shower and run to the drugstore, and I’m sure you need to finish what you were doing, so…”
I nodded. “Thanks so much,” I said as I stood. “Thank you,” she said, and kissed me on the cheek as I went out the door.
I went home and sat on my couch, disbelieving what had happened, and still feeling the tingling in my cock. Damn, I thought.
I kept going over the experience in my mind till I put it out of my mind with an effort. It was a one-off thing, I told myself. It’ll never happen again. Holy shit. Well, this’ll be a good masturbation memory, anyway, I told myself.
The next day I went to work as usual, and managed to put the event out of my mind and concentrate on the customers and the shop work. I headed back home and showered the grunge off. I considered jerking off, but decided not to. I got out of the shower, and the phone rang.
It was Alicia.
“This damn thing,” she said, “is broken, again. Can you come fix it?” I think I got an erection right then. “I’ll be right over,” I said.
Alicia met me at the door wearing a robe. As I closed the door behind me, I heard a sound like cloth hitting the floor, and when I turned around I saw Alicia in a mesh catsuit. Whatever images I had of her as a soccer mom were blown away for good.
“This way,” she said. I followed her fantastic ass down the hall to the den. “I think you just need to poke around it a little,” she said. I looked down at the coffee table and saw the DVD cover. It said, “ALL ANAL ACTION” in big letters.
I looked up and she was grinning at me, that cute smile that she had. I grinned back. “Let me get to work,” I said, and turned to the DVD player. I felt her come up behind me and stroke my neck with her fingertips.
It’s good to be mechanically inclined, it really is.
Rachel - The Babysitter
Introduction: A young man coming of age, thanks to his beautiful babysitter...
“But MOM!” I pleaded. “I don’t NEED a babysitter! Can’t I just stay by myself this once?” But she wasn’t budging. For Pete’s sake, I was FOURTEEN. Just because my parents had to go out of town for the weekend, why did I have to have somebody staying with me like I was some little kid!
“Look Jeff, I’ve heard all I’m going to hear from you. I’m getting Mrs. Walker’s daughter, Rachel to stay with you, and that’s all there is to it.” Then her voice softened somewhat. “Listen sweetie, it’s not that we don’t trust you. You know we do. Your dad and I just want to know you’re safe, you know, with the swimming pool here and no one else around…just in case. Rachel is nineteen, and she would be able to drive you to…I mean if something bad…oh, I don’t even want to THINK about that! Plus, she needs the money for her college books next semester...”
I know she was only doing what parents have to do, but I still wasn’t happy with it. She started going over all the things I couldn’t do while they were gone. No friends over, do whatever Rachel says, no this, no that. It was going to be a LONG weekend.
Friday morning arrived, and my parents were just about packed. I went down in the basement for my morning workout. Removing my shirt, I admired myself in the mirror. I was pretty well developed for fourteen, and I had followed my football workout routine religiously all year long. The results had really begun to show in my arms, chest, and abs. I was going to give the starting quarterback a run for his money this year, and I wanted the coaches to see how hard I’d worked all summer. It sure didn’t look like a body that needed a babysitter. Damn.
Afterwards, I showered and spent the next hour moping in my room. I wondered just how bossy this Rachel girl was going to be, and all the ways that she could make my life miserable this weekend. I envisioned her sitting on her fat ass talking on the phone while I had to do every crap chore that she dreamed up. I was shaken from my thoughts by the front doorbell. I could hear my parents talking to someone, so I knew my jail-keeper had arrived. I heard them going over all the details of their trip, where they could be reached, etc. Then I heard them giving her a tour of the house. Soon mom called up to me. “Jeff, honey, Rachel’s here. I heard footsteps on the stairs, and the door to my room swung open.
“…and THIS is Jeff’s room. Say hello to Rachel, sweetie.”
I groaned silently and rolled over. Suddenly, I was trying in vain to keep my eyeballs from popping out of my head. Rachel was a total BABE! Gorgeous green eyes, as deep as the ocean, twinkled at me. She had shoulder-length blonde hair that had been beautifully highlighted by the sun. She had on a tight-fitting Abercrombie tank, which did nothing but reinforce the fact that she had great tits. Her denim short-shorts hugged her thin frame tightly, and her tanned legs seemed to go on forever. She had already kicked off her shoes, which showed off her hot pink toenails, which matched her fingernails. She gave me a friendly smile and said, “Hi…Jeff…nice to meet you.”
“Uhh…hi…” I stammered, feeling my face begin to flush. “Nice to…umm…meet you too.” I struggled desperately not to gawk or sound like a stupid kid, but failed miserably on both accounts.
Mom just rolled her eyes. “Hmm, maybe I better not leave you alone with him after all…,” laughing as she turned to go on down the hall. Rachel started to follow her, but paused in the doorway, and glanced back into my room.
“Hey, we’ll have lots of fun this weekend, okay?” She winked at me, and then she was gone, and I heard my mom’s voice rattling on about where spare towels were kept.
My mouth was dry, but my palms were sweating. I couldn’t believe how beautiful Rachel was. What I wouldn’t give for Bobby, Taylor, and some of the other guys to see me with this babe. Then a sobering thought occurred to me: after all, she WAS “babysitting” me, and I didn’t want word to get out to anyone that I needed one. That could make my social life hell. Best to just play this weekend off quietly.
Soon, it was time for mom and dad to leave. I endured their hugs and kisses in front of the smirking eyes of Rachel. Once more, they went through the endless list of do’s and don’ts. Finally, they were gone. As Rachel closed the front door, she looked over at me.
“Wow, you’re a lot…different…than I expected. Fourteen, huh? I’d have never guessed that. So, what’s a big guy like you need with a babysitter anyway?” I knew right then that Rachel and I were going to get along just fine.
We spent most of the afternoon watching TV and chatting about nothing in particular. She asked me about school, sports, my favorite music and movies, etc. I was pretty nervous around girls, and although Rachel was easy to talk to, I still blushed a lot when she looked at me. She didn’t talk to me like a kid, however. More like someone her own age. I found out that she’d broken up with her boyfriend almost a month ago (he was a total self-absorbed jerk), and hadn’t yet met anyone else that she liked. (According to her, all freshman boys in college were all just immature horn dogs)
“So, how about you? You got a girlfriend?”
“Not really. I…well…” My voice cracked, and I cursed silently, knowing Rachel could easily sense how nervous I was.
“You’re kidding? As cute as you are, I’m surprised some girl hasn’t snatched you up by now.” She totally surprised me with that comment, causing me to blush again.
“Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you or anything. Not that you have anything to be embarrassed about anyway. You’re really nice, and way more mature than most guys MY age. They can’t just sit and talk…all they ever want to do is get in my pants.”
My eyes must have been the size of saucers, and my dick jumped to attention immediately. I’d never heard a girl talk like that before. I was swimming in uncharted waters. Rachel seemed oblivious to my reactions, and got up and walked to the back door. My eyes secretly followed her perfect ass every inch of the way. Opening the sliding glass panel, she looked out at the pool.
“This is really beautiful out here. You guys are so lucky to have your own pool. Must be cool to go swimming any time you want.”
“Yeah, it’s pretty neat,” I replied, my eyes still riveted to her ass. Shit. ‘Neat’!? Did I really just say ‘neat’ to her? Man, she must think I’m a real dork. But instead, she just turned and smiled at me.
“Wanna go for a swim?”
I swallowed hard. “Sure,” I replied, my voice again cracking slightly. “Did you bring a swimsuit?”
She turned and laughed. “Of course, silly. Why, did you think I’d swim in the nude?”
I declined to answer that, as she might have had me arrested for what was flashing through my mind right then. She grabbed her bag and went to change. I put on my trunks, and walked out on the rear patio. Rachel hadn’t come out yet, so I went ahead and dove in. We had been in the middle of a heat wave, and the cool water was a welcome relief. We had a pretty large pool, surrounded by a six-foot privacy fence. When the neighbors next door built their house, my mom decided that wasn’t privacy enough, so she had dad plant cedar bushes that had now grown into a fifteen foot green wall that surrounded our back yard. It was like our own little secret garden, and if you didn’t already know there was a house next door to us, you would never know it. All in all, it was very secluded and peaceful, especially with the neighbors and their noisy kids out of town.
I heard the door slide open, and I turned in the water. Rachel walked out onto the patio, pinning her long blonde hair on top of her head. She had changed into a tiny lime green bikini that showed every curve she owned. Her firm breasts jiggled ever so slightly with each step, and her long legs and fantastic ass were toned and tanned. I was glad that my beginning erection was hidden underwater. She walked down the steps toward me, smiling and looking like a wet dream.
When she was tits-deep in the water, she waded over to me. We swam around for a while and generally just goofed off. I watched intently as she began to float on her back. Her breasts jutted proudly out of the water, not sagging to her sides like my mom’s. The cool water caused her nipples to harden, not even remotely hidden by her tight top. My eyes traveled down her tanned torso, to her pussy area that bobbed on the surface. Her vagina was clearly outlined by the wet, clingy bikini bottom. I had jerked off a million times to pictures in girlie magazines, which I’m sure my dad thought he had safely “hidden”, but I had never, EVER seen anything as sexy as Rachel.
“Hey, wake up! Are you daydreaming or something?”
“What?” I stammered, shaking off my erotic thoughts.
“I said ‘do you wanna race?’” She grinned slyly at me, and I knew I’d been busted ogling her. I felt like a total pervert. She didn’t immediately let on that it bothered her, but instead waded over to me.
“Well, do you?”
“Do I what?” I asked stupidly.
She popped me on the head playfully. “Do you wanna race?”
“With you?”
“No, dummy, with your momma!” she said playfully, splashing water in my face. She giggled, and dove for the deep end. I dove right after her and knifed through the water. I was a pretty fair swimmer, and decided to show her who was boss. As I neared the end of the pool, I reached out for the wall. Instead, my hand hit something warm and soft. I broke the surface, and was stunned to find that Rachel had not only beat me, but she was reclining against the side of the pool waiting on me. How humiliating. Then I was horrified to see that the warm, soft something I was holding was her right breast. I blushed furiously and apologized, but Rachel just laughed it off.
“Well, looks like you came in second.” Not only had she beaten me easily, but also I felt like a total idiot for having groped her. Surprisingly though, she let me down gently.
“Don’t feel so bad about losing, sport.” She winked at me and continued. “I forgot to tell you that I was on the swim team my last three years in high school.” With that, she splashed me in the face and dove for the other end of the pool. I watched in admiration while she cut effortlessly through the water. Reaching the shallow end, she climbed the concrete steps and got out of the pool. I stared at her ass, her tiny bikini riding all the way up into her crack. She may as well have had nothing on at all. She made no attempt to rearrange the bottoms, and reaching her chair, bent over to get her towel. My cock threatened to split my shorts wide open. She turned and looked at me.
“Aren’t you getting out?”
My face flushed again, and I just shook my head dumbly. I couldn’t get out with this boner. She’d see it sure as the world, and then I’d really be busted. She just stood there smiling at me, toweling off her gorgeous body. I could still see her nipples straining against the confines of her top as she ran her hands over them. She leaned over to towel off her legs, then between her legs, and I almost came in my shorts. She straightened up and called out to me.
“I’ll be inside. Let me know if you need anything.”
I gulped and nodded, careful to keep my stiff cock well out of sight. When my erection had subsided somewhat, I got out of the pool and toweled off. I went in the back door and heard the shower running in the hall bathroom. Fantasies began to flash through my mind. Here I was, alone in my house with the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen, and at this moment, she was totally NAKED in my shower! I fantasized about walking in, stripping off my clothes, and getting in with her. Yeah, that would last about 2 seconds before she knocked my head off.
I padded past the closed bathroom door and went into my room. I stripped off my trunks, and sat nude on the bed. The shower was still running, and knowing Rachel was still in there, I wasn’t in any hurry to get dressed. I’d have plenty of time once I heard the water stop. Visions of her soaping up her nude body flashed through my mind, and my cock started to swell again. I began stroking myself, imagining what she looked like, with the hot water cascading down her gorgeous tits, washing over her body, past her pussy, and trickling down her luscious legs. I’d been horny all day long, and it wasn’t long before my cock began to twitch, and I felt that familiar tingle just before ejaculation. I closed my eyes and let out a soft moan as the first load exploded onto my torso.
“Hey, you’re out of shampoo. Where do you…oh, SHIT, Jeff! I’m so sorry…”
I turned, and Rachel was standing in the doorway, wrapped in nothing but a towel. My hand froze, but nature had already been unleashed. Spurt after spurt of pearly cum escaped from my dick, as I made a vain attempt to cover myself with a small throw pillow, but all I managed to accomplish was to get my semen all over it. I felt my ears burning, and at that moment, I would have given anything for the earth to open up and swallow me.
“I…I thought you…uh…were in the shower.” I stammered.
She hadn’t moved from the doorway. “I needed some shampoo,” she said quietly. “I didn’t know you were…I mean I never would have…I’m so sorry for walking in on you like that.”
An awkward silence hung over us. She turned without another word and walked back into the bathroom. I moved the cum-soaked pillow off my lap, and looked around for my shorts. My swollen cock had just begun to return to its normal size when Rachel re-appeared in the doorway.
“Rachel! I thought you went back in the bathroom!” I quickly put my hands down to cover my exposed dick. She walked right to the foot of the bed and held out a hand towel.
“Look, I really AM sorry for walking in on you. Here, I thought you might need this.” No anger or disgust in her voice, just a normal conversational tone, just like she’d just offered me some of her fries. Again, she turned and left without a word, this time closing my door behind her.
I was so embarrassed that I began to cry. I had been so stupid not to close the door. I heard Rachael using the hair dryer, and a few minutes later heard her footsteps going downstairs. I dried myself off, dressed, and lay down on the bed. What would I say to her when I went downstairs? A hundred conversations flashed through my mind, none of them good. I must have stayed in my room for an hour or so, when I heard a soft knock on the door.
“Jeff…I fixed some dinner. Wanna come down?”
“No thanks,” I mumbled. “I’m not hungry.”
A few moments of silence, then I heard Rachel’s soft voice.
“Can I…I mean, do you mind if I come in?”
I sighed. “If you have to.”
She opened the door softly and walked in. She had changed back into her denim shorts, and had on a fresh white tank top. She sat on the corner of my bed, but didn’t say anything. For a long time, we just sat in silence. Finally, I had to say something.
“Gosh, Rachel…I’m really sorry. I’m so embarrassed. You must think I’m a total pervert.”
“You don’t know what I think about you.”
“Look, don’t try to make me feel better,” I said hotly. “It won’t work.” She didn’t say anything, and suddenly I felt like a heel for venting my anger at her.
“I’m…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to sound that way. I’m not mad at you anyway. More at myself, that’s all. I’m just a horny kid that can’t remember to close my stupid door.”
She smiled at me. “Jeff, do you really think that I didn’t know that guys jack off? ALL guys do it, even college guys. I think that you’re just a normal teenage guy doing what comes naturally. Hey, I’ll even let you in on a little secret…I masturbate myself sometimes when I get horny…”
My head jerked up at that comment, but she had already gotten up and started to walk out of my room. My mouth hung open, and I couldn’t think of a thing to say. When she was in the doorway, she turned and looked at me over her shoulder.
“Like I said, dinner is ready if you want some. I really wasn’t looking forward to eating alone.” Then she flashed her angelic smile. “I’d really like for you to join me.” She turned and walked downstairs.
Damn. I just got busted jerking off by a nineteen year-old goddess, who had every reason to be disgusted with me. But instead, she didn’t laugh or humiliate me in any way at all. She had seen my naked cock squirting cum all over the place, and all she did was bring me a towel and act like it was no big deal. She made me feel…what? I realized that I didn’t know how I felt. All I knew is that I’d never met a girl like Rachel before.
Dinner was hotdogs and chips, and Rachel and I ate in relative silence, but she acted like nothing had happened, and I was extremely grateful that she didn’t mention the incident again. After dinner, there was an awkward few minutes where neither of us was sure what to do or say. Finally, Rachel suggested we watch a movie. I agreed, and went to turn on the TV while she threw some popcorn in the microwave. She came into the den with a big plastic bowl full of it, and sat down on the couch. I sat on the love seat.
“Aww, I thought you were going to share this with me,” she said, mock disappointment in her voice. “I can’t eat it all this by myself.”
I reluctantly got up and went to sit on the opposite end of the couch. She frowned at me.
“Gee, thanks. Why are you sitting way down there? Did I forget to put on deodorant or something?”
I moved closer down the couch and sat next to her. She handed me the bowl, and grabbed the remote. She surfed for a few minutes, but nothing looked promising. She got to the channels at the upper end of the movie guide, the adult ones my parents didn’t pay for.
“Wanna watch one of these?” she asked slyly.
“Nah, we don’t get those.” I mumbled, mouthful of popcorn.
She winked at me. "I used to date a Dish guy. Watch this.” She punched in some code on the remote, and a setup screen appeared. She entered yet another code, and suddenly the screen was filled with a man and woman groping each other. My eyes bugged out, and Rachel giggled.
“Our little secret. Don’t tell your parents, ok?” she asked.
I just nodded, eyes glued to the screen. The girl on the screen had somehow lost her top, and I stared at her huge tits. “I wish I had tits like that.” Rachel said glumly.
“Why? They’re way too big. She looks like some kind of freak. Yours are perfect.” I suddenly stopped breathing. Had I just said what I think I said?
She looked over at me and smiled. “Thanks, that was a really sweet thing to say.”
The popcorn bowl was in my lap at the moment, and she reached over and put her hand in it to get some popcorn, making it press down on my cock in the process. The guy on the screen was removing the girl’s panties, and my dick started to swell. Rachel kept digging into the bowl with one hand, and I tried to keep it level on my lap. I was enjoying the sensation, imagining that she was reaching for my cock each time. Too soon for me, all the popcorn was gone. The girl on the screen was giving the man a blowjob, or at least a simulated one. It wasn’t a XXX channel, but the Hard R rating showed plenty of tits and ass. We couldn’t actually see his dick in her mouth, but the camera angle implied that he was getting a good sucking.
“Do you think that’s sexy?” Rachel asked. I just blushed.
“Has a girl ever done that for you?”
I swallowed hard. “Nope.”
Actually, I’d never done anything with a girl other than kiss, but I didn’t tell Rachel that. We watched as the man laid the girl on the floor, and began to fuck her, or at least he was simulating it.
“They always make it look like the guy always pleases the girl just by fucking her.” Rachel said critically. “Somebody ought to tell them that it doesn’t work that way. Most guys just stick it in and want to cum right away.” Not being an expert on the subject, I just kept my mouth shut, but my dick twitched and became even harder. Rachel looked down to the empty bowl in my lap. “Looks like we’re empty. You want me to take that to the kitchen?”
I just shook my head, knowing that if I lifted the bowl, she’d see my raging hard-on. She just smiled, and shrugged her shoulders. The couple on the screen was both screaming now, in the throes of their simulated orgasms. The man sprawled between the girls legs, both of them panting. Rachel started laughing.
“Yeah, sure…that’s the way it happens alright. Well, we know better, don’t we?” I just bit my lip and stared down into the empty bowl. Rachel had been grinning, but then her face softened.
“Oh, Jeff, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I forget sometimes that everyone doesn’t feel as comfortable talking about sex as I am.”
I looked up at her. “Don’t sweat it. I just never have…well…I haven’t…you know…with a girl…”
She put a finger to my lips. “Hey, don’t be ashamed. I think it’s great that you haven’t lost your virginity. You’re a nice, handsome guy, and it’ll happen in time. She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, as if she wanted to say more, then she decided to say it anyway.
"Jeff, just remember one thing: girls have feelings, and it is a REALLY big deal to them the first time. When the time comes, if you're both virgins, don’t treat it lightly, ok?”
I smiled awkwardly. “Yes ma’am, if you say so.”
She grinned and punched me in the arm. “Ohh…you!”
We watched the rest of the movie, and I believe I set a personal record for keeping an erection without jacking off. Rachel cracked a few jokes here and there, but every once in a while, I caught her watching the screen intently, her breathing very shallow.
After a while, the movie ended, and Rachel stood up to stretch. I watched secretly out of the corner of my eye. Her tits strained against the thin fabric of the tank, and I could clearly see the outline of her nipples. I stood, holding the bowl in front of my crotch, and made for the kitchen.
“I’ll just put the bowl in the dishwasher,” I called. I was closing the door to the dishwasher when she walked into the kitchen. She stood looking out the sliding glass door, into the back yard, lost in thought. I just watched her. Suddenly, she spun around and looked at me.
“Hey...wanna go for a midnight swim?”
The thought of seeing her in a bikini again would be the perfect end to my night. I’d DEFINITELY be jacking off in bed later.
“Sure, why not?” I said, trying to sound cool.
“Great, go upstairs and get changed. I’ll see you in the pool.”
I tried not to break a leg as I bounded up the stairs. I whipped off my clothes and threw on my swimsuit. When I ran back down the stairs, I didn’t see Rachel anywhere. I went into the kitchen, and saw the sliding glass door standing open. I peered out into the yard. The pool lights were off, but there was a full moon, and I could just barely make out her sillouette standing in the pool.
“Rachel, is that you?”
“Well, who do you think it is, silly?”
“Let me turn on the pool lights, and I’ll be right…”
“No, leave them off. I like swimming by moonlight.”
I shrugged my shoulders and stepped onto the patio. My foot caught on some fabric, and I looked down and saw where she’d dropped her denim shorts. I picked them up and took another step toward the pool, when I stepped on something else. Looking down, I saw her tank top lying on the ground. I swallowed hard and looked a little further ahead. In the moonlight, I could make out a lacy white bra. I stepped closer to the edge of the pool steps, and there, lying on the edge of the pool, was a white thong. I raised my eyes and saw Rachel standing in the middle of the pool.
She grinned up at me. “You coming in or not?”
I nodded, and laid my towel on a chair. I took one step into the water.
“Uh-uh,” Rachel said. “Not dressed like that.”
I looked down at my trunks, then up in confusion, and she started wading over towards me. As she moved into the shallower water, her naked breasts broke above the waterline. The bluish light from the full moon caused the water droplets clinging to her flesh to glisten like millions of tiny diamonds. Her small nipples were rock hard. My breath caught in my throat. She continued toward me, and I watched the water recede down her torso. When she stood at the bottom of the steps looking up at me, the shallow water level barely covered the fact that she had no bottoms on. I couldn’t move, and stood there gawking.
“I always wanted to go skinny-dipping,” she whispered, giggling. “I bet you do it all the time, huh?”
I shook my head, unable to tear my eyes from her nude body. I was aware that my cock stuck out in front of me like a flagpole, but I couldn’t move a muscle to cover it. Rachel moved to the lower step, and grasped my trunks by the waistband. Looking up at me, she whispered again.
“Want to join me?”
I nodded dumbly. “Yeah.”
She grinned. “That’s the spirit!” With that, she pulled my trunks down to my ankles, giggling when my cock sprang upward after being released from captivity. I stepped out of my trunks, and followed Rachel into the water.
“Oh wow! Doesn’t this feel good? If I had a pool, I’d be skinny-dipping every night.”
‘Good’? ‘Good’ wasn’t even close to describing what was happening. I was swimming in the nude with the hottest girl I’d ever met. It was pretty much the highlight of my life! We swam down to the deep end, floating around on our backs. My dick proudly stuck straight up in the air like a dorsal fin, and several times Rachel would giggle when she saw it. Soon she was diving under me, coming from below to try and surprise me. Several times her tits rubbed against me as she swam around. A few times, during all the splashing around, her hand or arm came in contact with my cock, causing it to twitch involuntarily. Soon, I began to give it back to her in spades, grabbing her and dunking her several times. She may have been older, but I was much stronger. I was also getting in a few discreet gropes of my own, and her laughter only made me bolder.
After a while, I found myself standing in the shallow end, holding her underwater. She flailed around helplessly, and I brought her up long enough to get a breath, then dunked her right back down again. One of her arms wrapped around my leg, and as I pulled her back up again, it slid along the length of my erection. Her hand brushed against it, but this time just lingered there, fingertips gently exploring its length. She looked up at me, and moved a little closer.
“Do you mind?”
I gasped, and managed to shake my head. She continued to explore, and then wrapped her hand around it. “It’s a nice cock, not too big, not too small.” She giggled. “You’re really hard, too.”
“Yeah,” I groaned. “It’s been like that all night.”
She smirked at me in the moonlight. “I’m SO sorry! It’s not because of ME, is it?” I just nodded, washed away in the pleasurable sensation of her hand gliding over my swollen shaft.
She smiled softly. “You can touch me if you want to. Don’t be shy.”
I felt like a kid making his first trip to a candy store, but I didn’t want to just start pawing Rachel. She might think I was just like those other guys she talked about. Tentatively, I reached out, running my fingers over her soft breasts, lingering over her erect nipples.
“Mmm…nice,” she purred, closing her eyes.
“They sure are.” I croaked, trying to keep my voice from cracking. She opened her eyes and looked up at me.
“Well who is Mr. Bold all of a sudden?” she said, but she was smiling. My hands continued to wander all over her body, and hers continued to stroke my cock. Suddenly, she pushed me back against the steps. I fell back into a sitting position on the top step, my cock in plain view above the surface. She kneeled down on the bottom step between my legs and looked up at me.
“So…nobody’s ever given you a blowjob?” she asked softly.
I shook my head.
“Do you want me to give you one?”
I swallowed hard, but nodded my head vigorously.
She grinned. “I thought you might.”
Her head descended between my thighs, and suddenly, I felt my cock engulfed by her warm, wet mouth. She began to rub her fingernails lightly along the insides of my thighs. I had never felt anything like it before. Heavenly waves of pleasure washed over me as I watched her suck me. She would begin by holding the tip of my dick in her mouth, and swirling her tongue all around the head. I became dizzy with the sensation. Then, slowly, her lips would travel the length of my shaft, burying the head of my cock in the back of her throat, while her tongue darted out to gently caress my balls. A few moments later, her mouth would begin a wet retreat back to the end of my dick, where the process began all over again. After only a few minutes, I groaned in ecstasy, knowing that I couldn’t last long.
“Oh god, Rachel…I can’t…I mean I’m gonna…”
“Go for it, baby,” she cooed, and returned to her oral assault.
I felt the pressure building in my balls as I reached the point of no return. My shaft began to swell, and that familiar ache in my groin began.
“I’m…I’m close…oh, shit Rachel…” I gasped, as my breathing became ragged.
“Mmm hmm,” she hummed, mouth full of cock.
She paused, again with just the head of my cock between her moist lips, and began to flick her tongue back and forth along the underside of my glans. My dick twitched once, twice, then erupted. Rachel let out a little squeal, but continued sucking me with renewed enthusiasm. Time after time, my cock convulsed, launching ropes of pearly white cum into Rachel’s hot mouth. Every lash of her tongue against my sensitive shaft brought another blast of hot semen exploding from my slit.
I lost count of the number of times I squirted, but eventually the intensity and volume began to lessen. Rachel slowed her sucking as well, bringing me down gently, but continuing to hold my deflating dick in her mouth. I fought to control my breathing, but my chest heaved with exhaustion. When I had (sort of) caught my breath, I looked down to see Rachel grinning at me, my cock still in her mouth. Slowly, she backed her head away, until my saliva-soaked cock popped wetly from her mouth. A small amount of sticky white cum dribbled from one corner of her mouth. She continued to grin at me, and with a wink, I heard her swallow.
“Wow!” I panted. “That was…oh, shit…it was…WOW!”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she replied, smugly. “I thought you might enjoy it. I enjoyed giving it to you. I thought about doing it while we were on the couch. You were SO horny…”
I blushed a little, but grinned at her. “You noticed, huh?”
She grinned back. “Well, it was kind of ‘hard’ not to, pardon the pun. Watching that movie made me horny too. But I wanted your first time to be special. Plus, it was so beautiful out tonight, I thought it might be nice…”
“Gosh, Rachel, it’s the greatest moment in my life. I’ll never forget it…I’ll…I’ll never forget you, either.”
I thought I could see her eyes begin to mist a little, and she leaned over and kissed me lightly. “You are SO sweet. But you make it sound like goodbye or something. Hey, we’ve still got the whole weekend.” She raised an eyebrow. “Anything…else…you want to do?”
Once again my personality took over, and I turned away from her gaze and blushed.
“Hey, don’t be shy,” Rachel said in a soothing voice. “Look at me.”
I looked up at her sheepishly. How do you tell a girl that you want to ball her brains out, that you wanted to stick your dick inside her and fill her full of cum. I opened my mouth slightly, but couldn’t will myself to be so bold. I closed my mouth and turned away. She touched my cheek gently, and turned my head back to meet her gaze. Her stunning green eyes penetrated my awkwardness, and she smiled. She moved closer, placing her arms around my neck.
“You’re a really nice guy, and I like you. Now that I know you a little better, I don’t see a fourteen year-old kid. You’re sweet, thoughtful, and easy to talk to.” She paused for a moment, looked up into my eyes, and continued.
“What I really want to say is that, tonight…if you ask me…anything you want…I promise I won’t say ‘no’.”
I gulped silently and moved slightly toward her. She smiled sweetly at me.
“Jeff…do you want to fuck me?”
I blushed furiously, but managed to nod my head. She giggled again, and pulled me closer.
“Like I said…anything you want…”
“Anything I want?” I took a deep breath. “Ok…in that case, I want you to teach me how to make YOU feel the way that I feel right now.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “Oh, my! Are you SURE you’re just fourteen? You are going to make one fantastic lover for some lucky girl one day!”
Rachel pulled me to my feet, and changed places with me. Sitting on the edge of the pool, she slowly spread her thighs apart. In the darkness, I could barely make out her neatly trimmed bush. Unconsciously, I licked my lips.
“Don’t be shy. Go ahead…I want you to touch me.”
I tentatively reached out my hand, my fingers mingling through her damp pubic hair, trying to remember what I’d seen in my dad’s porno magazines. I carefully pressed my middle finger against her, and it sank wetly between her velvety cunt lips. Rachel let out a small gasp.
“Oh fuck yes! I’m so horny…”
Bolder, I pushed even further into her, her hot pussy walls clamped tight around my finger. I began to finger-fuck her, and she made little purring noises as she spread her legs even wider.
“Oh, baby…that feels so good! Move your finger around up here…” she said, taking my hand and moving it towards her clit. I felt the tiny nub erect against my finger, and I brushed over it several times. Rachel let out a deep moan.
“Mmm…that’s nice. Not too much pressure though…that’s the clit, and girls are really sensitive around there.” I nodded to no one in particular as I absorbed my first lesson in pleasing a lady, but I was determined not to let it be my only lesson learned.
“Rachel…when you…you know…sucked me…it felt so good. Do girls like for boys to do that for them too?”
“Oh yeah…but unfortunately, a lot of guys won’t go down on a girl. They think it’s gross. But they sure don’t mind asking a girl to suck their dicks!” I frowned slightly at her statement. Her face suddenly beamed up at me. “But Jeff…I didn’t mean that about you, not at all. I wanted to do that for you.” Relieved, I knelt between her spread thighs, my face inches from her molten pussy.
“Rachel, tell me what you like…I don’t know what to do…” She pulled her pussy lips apart slightly.
“Lick my pussy, baby…I want you to lick me so bad…”
I pressed my face between her legs. I inhaled the musky scent of her arousal. It was the most intoxicating thing I had ever experienced. My tongue snaked out, parting the folds of her labia, and she let out a low moan of approval.
“That’s it…oh, baby…that feels wonderful…”
My tongue darted and danced within the hot walls of her womanhood, tasting her tangy juices that began to coat my lips and chin. Every so often, I brushed my tongue across her clit, eliciting moans that increased in intensity and volume with each pass. I felt her grab my head in her hands, as she forced my face deeper into her crotch.
“Fuck me with your finger while you lick my clit,” she panted. I obliged her, sinking my finger into her up to my third knuckle. I lashed her clit with my tongue, and heard her breath becoming ragged.
“Oh baby yes! Oh shit…don’t stop…you’re gonna make me cum…please don't stop!”
I wasn’t about to stop. Are you kidding? Here I was, just a fourteen year-old kid, eating out the most beautiful, sexiest girl I’d ever seen, and she was asking me not to stop? I renewed my assault on her pussy. Soon, her voice began to quiver.
Oh, Jeff…oh, Jeff…..OOHHHHHHHHHH FUCK JEFF! YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!
I felt her entire body begin to tremble, and a warm flood of her juices ran onto my face. She bucked her hips wildly, moaning with each thrust of my tongue or finger. Exhaling heavily and gasping for air, she shuddered again and again as her orgasm rocked her body. I hoped that I was doing everything correctly, but she was in no condition to ask at the moment. I took it from the continuous moans that I was at least in the ballpark. Finally her body relaxed somewhat, and she began to breathe semi-normally. Panting slightly, she looked down at me.
“Oh shit, baby…that was the hardest I’ve cum in a long time!”
I beamed up at her proudly. She lowered her body back into the warm water, and pulled me close to her. I could feel her nipples pressing against my chest. She pressed her lips to mine, snaking her tongue into my mouth. I kissed her back, as our tongues explored each other. I wondered if it bothered her to taste her juices on my toungue, but it didn't seem to. My cock began to get hard again, rising up between her thighs, pressing against her sex.
“Oh my goodness!” Rachel giggled. “Has he not had enough for one night?”
I grinned at her, shook my head, but no longer blushed like a scared kid. I’d just made this girl scream in ecstasy, which did wonders for my self-confidence. Rachel looked at me lustily, put her hands on my shoulders, and pulled herself up on my body. She wrapped her long, tanned legs around me, and sank down onto my erect cock. I was so hard that my cock was standing straight up. I felt her warmth pressing against my hardness, and she shifted a bit, allowing me to penetrate her with ease. I gasped as I felt my dick enter her moist tunnel, her hot cunt clamping around my manhood like a velvet vise. I almost lost my balance, not from Rachel’s weight, since the water made her almost weightless in my arms, but from the sheer shock and overwhelming feeling of being inside her. It wasn’t better or worse than when she sucked me off, it was just…different.
I began to slowly thrust in and out of her, and between her moans, Rachel began to match the rhythm of my hips. The sensation of her pussy sliding up and down my shaft was almost overwhelming. Although I’d just cum in her mouth, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to hold out long. Already, my balls were stirring, that familiar ache that I had come to know so well. Rachel was fucking me with abandon now, whispering dirty things in my ear that almost made me blush. I held on to her hips and tried to match her thrust for thrust.
“C’mon, baby…fuck me…I want it so bad…fuck me with that big cock of yours…oh, shit, you feel so good inside me, baby…”
Soon I felt my balls contract a little, and my dick began to swell. I knew I was about to cum. In a panic, I wondered what I should do…tell her? Not tell her?
“Rachel,” I panted. “I’m…I’m gonna cum…real soon…”
“I know, baby…I’m gonna cum again too. It’s ok; I’m on the pill. I want it…I want you to cum inside me. Cum for me…cum in Rachel’s tight little pussy.”
That was all it took. My eyes screwed shut, and I felt the cum that had been boiling in my balls racing up my shaft. My cock twitched for a brief second, and then I exploded in her cunt. I felt her pussy walls contract tightly around my cock, as she buried her head on my shoulder, moaning loudly as her second orgasm hit. My body racked with convulsions as spurt after spurt of my pearly cream squirted into her hot cunt. I lost my grip on her at one point, almost dunking her into the water, but she clamped her legs and arms around me, riding me like some rodeo bull. I don’t think I came as much the second time, but it was just as intense. Judging from her nails digging into my back, her second orgasm was just as strong as well.
Soon, my cock began to cease its pulsations, Rachel’s pussy stopped its contractions, and our breathing returned to normal. She raised her head, and gave me a long kiss, my dick still semi-hard inside of her.
“Well, Mr. 14-year old…that was about the best fuck I ever had!” She said with a twinkle in her eye.
“Well, I know it’s the best one I’VE ever had!” I said slyly. “Of course, it’s the ONLY one I’ve had, so I guess I’ll just have to wait until I have something to compare it to.” Rachel grinned at me coyly.
“Well, we’ve got all weekend…that is, if you’re up to it…”
I clinched my buttocks, causing my dick to jump inside her. Rachel let out a squeal of surprise.
“Oh, don’t worry. I’m pretty sure I’ll be UP to it!”
The End
“But MOM!” I pleaded. “I don’t NEED a babysitter! Can’t I just stay by myself this once?” But she wasn’t budging. For Pete’s sake, I was FOURTEEN. Just because my parents had to go out of town for the weekend, why did I have to have somebody staying with me like I was some little kid!
“Look Jeff, I’ve heard all I’m going to hear from you. I’m getting Mrs. Walker’s daughter, Rachel to stay with you, and that’s all there is to it.” Then her voice softened somewhat. “Listen sweetie, it’s not that we don’t trust you. You know we do. Your dad and I just want to know you’re safe, you know, with the swimming pool here and no one else around…just in case. Rachel is nineteen, and she would be able to drive you to…I mean if something bad…oh, I don’t even want to THINK about that! Plus, she needs the money for her college books next semester...”
I know she was only doing what parents have to do, but I still wasn’t happy with it. She started going over all the things I couldn’t do while they were gone. No friends over, do whatever Rachel says, no this, no that. It was going to be a LONG weekend.
Friday morning arrived, and my parents were just about packed. I went down in the basement for my morning workout. Removing my shirt, I admired myself in the mirror. I was pretty well developed for fourteen, and I had followed my football workout routine religiously all year long. The results had really begun to show in my arms, chest, and abs. I was going to give the starting quarterback a run for his money this year, and I wanted the coaches to see how hard I’d worked all summer. It sure didn’t look like a body that needed a babysitter. Damn.
Afterwards, I showered and spent the next hour moping in my room. I wondered just how bossy this Rachel girl was going to be, and all the ways that she could make my life miserable this weekend. I envisioned her sitting on her fat ass talking on the phone while I had to do every crap chore that she dreamed up. I was shaken from my thoughts by the front doorbell. I could hear my parents talking to someone, so I knew my jail-keeper had arrived. I heard them going over all the details of their trip, where they could be reached, etc. Then I heard them giving her a tour of the house. Soon mom called up to me. “Jeff, honey, Rachel’s here. I heard footsteps on the stairs, and the door to my room swung open.
“…and THIS is Jeff’s room. Say hello to Rachel, sweetie.”
I groaned silently and rolled over. Suddenly, I was trying in vain to keep my eyeballs from popping out of my head. Rachel was a total BABE! Gorgeous green eyes, as deep as the ocean, twinkled at me. She had shoulder-length blonde hair that had been beautifully highlighted by the sun. She had on a tight-fitting Abercrombie tank, which did nothing but reinforce the fact that she had great tits. Her denim short-shorts hugged her thin frame tightly, and her tanned legs seemed to go on forever. She had already kicked off her shoes, which showed off her hot pink toenails, which matched her fingernails. She gave me a friendly smile and said, “Hi…Jeff…nice to meet you.”
“Uhh…hi…” I stammered, feeling my face begin to flush. “Nice to…umm…meet you too.” I struggled desperately not to gawk or sound like a stupid kid, but failed miserably on both accounts.
Mom just rolled her eyes. “Hmm, maybe I better not leave you alone with him after all…,” laughing as she turned to go on down the hall. Rachel started to follow her, but paused in the doorway, and glanced back into my room.
“Hey, we’ll have lots of fun this weekend, okay?” She winked at me, and then she was gone, and I heard my mom’s voice rattling on about where spare towels were kept.
My mouth was dry, but my palms were sweating. I couldn’t believe how beautiful Rachel was. What I wouldn’t give for Bobby, Taylor, and some of the other guys to see me with this babe. Then a sobering thought occurred to me: after all, she WAS “babysitting” me, and I didn’t want word to get out to anyone that I needed one. That could make my social life hell. Best to just play this weekend off quietly.
Soon, it was time for mom and dad to leave. I endured their hugs and kisses in front of the smirking eyes of Rachel. Once more, they went through the endless list of do’s and don’ts. Finally, they were gone. As Rachel closed the front door, she looked over at me.
“Wow, you’re a lot…different…than I expected. Fourteen, huh? I’d have never guessed that. So, what’s a big guy like you need with a babysitter anyway?” I knew right then that Rachel and I were going to get along just fine.
We spent most of the afternoon watching TV and chatting about nothing in particular. She asked me about school, sports, my favorite music and movies, etc. I was pretty nervous around girls, and although Rachel was easy to talk to, I still blushed a lot when she looked at me. She didn’t talk to me like a kid, however. More like someone her own age. I found out that she’d broken up with her boyfriend almost a month ago (he was a total self-absorbed jerk), and hadn’t yet met anyone else that she liked. (According to her, all freshman boys in college were all just immature horn dogs)
“So, how about you? You got a girlfriend?”
“Not really. I…well…” My voice cracked, and I cursed silently, knowing Rachel could easily sense how nervous I was.
“You’re kidding? As cute as you are, I’m surprised some girl hasn’t snatched you up by now.” She totally surprised me with that comment, causing me to blush again.
“Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you or anything. Not that you have anything to be embarrassed about anyway. You’re really nice, and way more mature than most guys MY age. They can’t just sit and talk…all they ever want to do is get in my pants.”
My eyes must have been the size of saucers, and my dick jumped to attention immediately. I’d never heard a girl talk like that before. I was swimming in uncharted waters. Rachel seemed oblivious to my reactions, and got up and walked to the back door. My eyes secretly followed her perfect ass every inch of the way. Opening the sliding glass panel, she looked out at the pool.
“This is really beautiful out here. You guys are so lucky to have your own pool. Must be cool to go swimming any time you want.”
“Yeah, it’s pretty neat,” I replied, my eyes still riveted to her ass. Shit. ‘Neat’!? Did I really just say ‘neat’ to her? Man, she must think I’m a real dork. But instead, she just turned and smiled at me.
“Wanna go for a swim?”
I swallowed hard. “Sure,” I replied, my voice again cracking slightly. “Did you bring a swimsuit?”
She turned and laughed. “Of course, silly. Why, did you think I’d swim in the nude?”
I declined to answer that, as she might have had me arrested for what was flashing through my mind right then. She grabbed her bag and went to change. I put on my trunks, and walked out on the rear patio. Rachel hadn’t come out yet, so I went ahead and dove in. We had been in the middle of a heat wave, and the cool water was a welcome relief. We had a pretty large pool, surrounded by a six-foot privacy fence. When the neighbors next door built their house, my mom decided that wasn’t privacy enough, so she had dad plant cedar bushes that had now grown into a fifteen foot green wall that surrounded our back yard. It was like our own little secret garden, and if you didn’t already know there was a house next door to us, you would never know it. All in all, it was very secluded and peaceful, especially with the neighbors and their noisy kids out of town.
I heard the door slide open, and I turned in the water. Rachel walked out onto the patio, pinning her long blonde hair on top of her head. She had changed into a tiny lime green bikini that showed every curve she owned. Her firm breasts jiggled ever so slightly with each step, and her long legs and fantastic ass were toned and tanned. I was glad that my beginning erection was hidden underwater. She walked down the steps toward me, smiling and looking like a wet dream.
When she was tits-deep in the water, she waded over to me. We swam around for a while and generally just goofed off. I watched intently as she began to float on her back. Her breasts jutted proudly out of the water, not sagging to her sides like my mom’s. The cool water caused her nipples to harden, not even remotely hidden by her tight top. My eyes traveled down her tanned torso, to her pussy area that bobbed on the surface. Her vagina was clearly outlined by the wet, clingy bikini bottom. I had jerked off a million times to pictures in girlie magazines, which I’m sure my dad thought he had safely “hidden”, but I had never, EVER seen anything as sexy as Rachel.
“Hey, wake up! Are you daydreaming or something?”
“What?” I stammered, shaking off my erotic thoughts.
“I said ‘do you wanna race?’” She grinned slyly at me, and I knew I’d been busted ogling her. I felt like a total pervert. She didn’t immediately let on that it bothered her, but instead waded over to me.
“Well, do you?”
“Do I what?” I asked stupidly.
She popped me on the head playfully. “Do you wanna race?”
“With you?”
“No, dummy, with your momma!” she said playfully, splashing water in my face. She giggled, and dove for the deep end. I dove right after her and knifed through the water. I was a pretty fair swimmer, and decided to show her who was boss. As I neared the end of the pool, I reached out for the wall. Instead, my hand hit something warm and soft. I broke the surface, and was stunned to find that Rachel had not only beat me, but she was reclining against the side of the pool waiting on me. How humiliating. Then I was horrified to see that the warm, soft something I was holding was her right breast. I blushed furiously and apologized, but Rachel just laughed it off.
“Well, looks like you came in second.” Not only had she beaten me easily, but also I felt like a total idiot for having groped her. Surprisingly though, she let me down gently.
“Don’t feel so bad about losing, sport.” She winked at me and continued. “I forgot to tell you that I was on the swim team my last three years in high school.” With that, she splashed me in the face and dove for the other end of the pool. I watched in admiration while she cut effortlessly through the water. Reaching the shallow end, she climbed the concrete steps and got out of the pool. I stared at her ass, her tiny bikini riding all the way up into her crack. She may as well have had nothing on at all. She made no attempt to rearrange the bottoms, and reaching her chair, bent over to get her towel. My cock threatened to split my shorts wide open. She turned and looked at me.
“Aren’t you getting out?”
My face flushed again, and I just shook my head dumbly. I couldn’t get out with this boner. She’d see it sure as the world, and then I’d really be busted. She just stood there smiling at me, toweling off her gorgeous body. I could still see her nipples straining against the confines of her top as she ran her hands over them. She leaned over to towel off her legs, then between her legs, and I almost came in my shorts. She straightened up and called out to me.
“I’ll be inside. Let me know if you need anything.”
I gulped and nodded, careful to keep my stiff cock well out of sight. When my erection had subsided somewhat, I got out of the pool and toweled off. I went in the back door and heard the shower running in the hall bathroom. Fantasies began to flash through my mind. Here I was, alone in my house with the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen, and at this moment, she was totally NAKED in my shower! I fantasized about walking in, stripping off my clothes, and getting in with her. Yeah, that would last about 2 seconds before she knocked my head off.
I padded past the closed bathroom door and went into my room. I stripped off my trunks, and sat nude on the bed. The shower was still running, and knowing Rachel was still in there, I wasn’t in any hurry to get dressed. I’d have plenty of time once I heard the water stop. Visions of her soaping up her nude body flashed through my mind, and my cock started to swell again. I began stroking myself, imagining what she looked like, with the hot water cascading down her gorgeous tits, washing over her body, past her pussy, and trickling down her luscious legs. I’d been horny all day long, and it wasn’t long before my cock began to twitch, and I felt that familiar tingle just before ejaculation. I closed my eyes and let out a soft moan as the first load exploded onto my torso.
“Hey, you’re out of shampoo. Where do you…oh, SHIT, Jeff! I’m so sorry…”
I turned, and Rachel was standing in the doorway, wrapped in nothing but a towel. My hand froze, but nature had already been unleashed. Spurt after spurt of pearly cum escaped from my dick, as I made a vain attempt to cover myself with a small throw pillow, but all I managed to accomplish was to get my semen all over it. I felt my ears burning, and at that moment, I would have given anything for the earth to open up and swallow me.
“I…I thought you…uh…were in the shower.” I stammered.
She hadn’t moved from the doorway. “I needed some shampoo,” she said quietly. “I didn’t know you were…I mean I never would have…I’m so sorry for walking in on you like that.”
An awkward silence hung over us. She turned without another word and walked back into the bathroom. I moved the cum-soaked pillow off my lap, and looked around for my shorts. My swollen cock had just begun to return to its normal size when Rachel re-appeared in the doorway.
“Rachel! I thought you went back in the bathroom!” I quickly put my hands down to cover my exposed dick. She walked right to the foot of the bed and held out a hand towel.
“Look, I really AM sorry for walking in on you. Here, I thought you might need this.” No anger or disgust in her voice, just a normal conversational tone, just like she’d just offered me some of her fries. Again, she turned and left without a word, this time closing my door behind her.
I was so embarrassed that I began to cry. I had been so stupid not to close the door. I heard Rachael using the hair dryer, and a few minutes later heard her footsteps going downstairs. I dried myself off, dressed, and lay down on the bed. What would I say to her when I went downstairs? A hundred conversations flashed through my mind, none of them good. I must have stayed in my room for an hour or so, when I heard a soft knock on the door.
“Jeff…I fixed some dinner. Wanna come down?”
“No thanks,” I mumbled. “I’m not hungry.”
A few moments of silence, then I heard Rachel’s soft voice.
“Can I…I mean, do you mind if I come in?”
I sighed. “If you have to.”
She opened the door softly and walked in. She had changed back into her denim shorts, and had on a fresh white tank top. She sat on the corner of my bed, but didn’t say anything. For a long time, we just sat in silence. Finally, I had to say something.
“Gosh, Rachel…I’m really sorry. I’m so embarrassed. You must think I’m a total pervert.”
“You don’t know what I think about you.”
“Look, don’t try to make me feel better,” I said hotly. “It won’t work.” She didn’t say anything, and suddenly I felt like a heel for venting my anger at her.
“I’m…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to sound that way. I’m not mad at you anyway. More at myself, that’s all. I’m just a horny kid that can’t remember to close my stupid door.”
She smiled at me. “Jeff, do you really think that I didn’t know that guys jack off? ALL guys do it, even college guys. I think that you’re just a normal teenage guy doing what comes naturally. Hey, I’ll even let you in on a little secret…I masturbate myself sometimes when I get horny…”
My head jerked up at that comment, but she had already gotten up and started to walk out of my room. My mouth hung open, and I couldn’t think of a thing to say. When she was in the doorway, she turned and looked at me over her shoulder.
“Like I said, dinner is ready if you want some. I really wasn’t looking forward to eating alone.” Then she flashed her angelic smile. “I’d really like for you to join me.” She turned and walked downstairs.
Damn. I just got busted jerking off by a nineteen year-old goddess, who had every reason to be disgusted with me. But instead, she didn’t laugh or humiliate me in any way at all. She had seen my naked cock squirting cum all over the place, and all she did was bring me a towel and act like it was no big deal. She made me feel…what? I realized that I didn’t know how I felt. All I knew is that I’d never met a girl like Rachel before.
Dinner was hotdogs and chips, and Rachel and I ate in relative silence, but she acted like nothing had happened, and I was extremely grateful that she didn’t mention the incident again. After dinner, there was an awkward few minutes where neither of us was sure what to do or say. Finally, Rachel suggested we watch a movie. I agreed, and went to turn on the TV while she threw some popcorn in the microwave. She came into the den with a big plastic bowl full of it, and sat down on the couch. I sat on the love seat.
“Aww, I thought you were going to share this with me,” she said, mock disappointment in her voice. “I can’t eat it all this by myself.”
I reluctantly got up and went to sit on the opposite end of the couch. She frowned at me.
“Gee, thanks. Why are you sitting way down there? Did I forget to put on deodorant or something?”
I moved closer down the couch and sat next to her. She handed me the bowl, and grabbed the remote. She surfed for a few minutes, but nothing looked promising. She got to the channels at the upper end of the movie guide, the adult ones my parents didn’t pay for.
“Wanna watch one of these?” she asked slyly.
“Nah, we don’t get those.” I mumbled, mouthful of popcorn.
She winked at me. "I used to date a Dish guy. Watch this.” She punched in some code on the remote, and a setup screen appeared. She entered yet another code, and suddenly the screen was filled with a man and woman groping each other. My eyes bugged out, and Rachel giggled.
“Our little secret. Don’t tell your parents, ok?” she asked.
I just nodded, eyes glued to the screen. The girl on the screen had somehow lost her top, and I stared at her huge tits. “I wish I had tits like that.” Rachel said glumly.
“Why? They’re way too big. She looks like some kind of freak. Yours are perfect.” I suddenly stopped breathing. Had I just said what I think I said?
She looked over at me and smiled. “Thanks, that was a really sweet thing to say.”
The popcorn bowl was in my lap at the moment, and she reached over and put her hand in it to get some popcorn, making it press down on my cock in the process. The guy on the screen was removing the girl’s panties, and my dick started to swell. Rachel kept digging into the bowl with one hand, and I tried to keep it level on my lap. I was enjoying the sensation, imagining that she was reaching for my cock each time. Too soon for me, all the popcorn was gone. The girl on the screen was giving the man a blowjob, or at least a simulated one. It wasn’t a XXX channel, but the Hard R rating showed plenty of tits and ass. We couldn’t actually see his dick in her mouth, but the camera angle implied that he was getting a good sucking.
“Do you think that’s sexy?” Rachel asked. I just blushed.
“Has a girl ever done that for you?”
I swallowed hard. “Nope.”
Actually, I’d never done anything with a girl other than kiss, but I didn’t tell Rachel that. We watched as the man laid the girl on the floor, and began to fuck her, or at least he was simulating it.
“They always make it look like the guy always pleases the girl just by fucking her.” Rachel said critically. “Somebody ought to tell them that it doesn’t work that way. Most guys just stick it in and want to cum right away.” Not being an expert on the subject, I just kept my mouth shut, but my dick twitched and became even harder. Rachel looked down to the empty bowl in my lap. “Looks like we’re empty. You want me to take that to the kitchen?”
I just shook my head, knowing that if I lifted the bowl, she’d see my raging hard-on. She just smiled, and shrugged her shoulders. The couple on the screen was both screaming now, in the throes of their simulated orgasms. The man sprawled between the girls legs, both of them panting. Rachel started laughing.
“Yeah, sure…that’s the way it happens alright. Well, we know better, don’t we?” I just bit my lip and stared down into the empty bowl. Rachel had been grinning, but then her face softened.
“Oh, Jeff, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I forget sometimes that everyone doesn’t feel as comfortable talking about sex as I am.”
I looked up at her. “Don’t sweat it. I just never have…well…I haven’t…you know…with a girl…”
She put a finger to my lips. “Hey, don’t be ashamed. I think it’s great that you haven’t lost your virginity. You’re a nice, handsome guy, and it’ll happen in time. She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, as if she wanted to say more, then she decided to say it anyway.
"Jeff, just remember one thing: girls have feelings, and it is a REALLY big deal to them the first time. When the time comes, if you're both virgins, don’t treat it lightly, ok?”
I smiled awkwardly. “Yes ma’am, if you say so.”
She grinned and punched me in the arm. “Ohh…you!”
We watched the rest of the movie, and I believe I set a personal record for keeping an erection without jacking off. Rachel cracked a few jokes here and there, but every once in a while, I caught her watching the screen intently, her breathing very shallow.
After a while, the movie ended, and Rachel stood up to stretch. I watched secretly out of the corner of my eye. Her tits strained against the thin fabric of the tank, and I could clearly see the outline of her nipples. I stood, holding the bowl in front of my crotch, and made for the kitchen.
“I’ll just put the bowl in the dishwasher,” I called. I was closing the door to the dishwasher when she walked into the kitchen. She stood looking out the sliding glass door, into the back yard, lost in thought. I just watched her. Suddenly, she spun around and looked at me.
“Hey...wanna go for a midnight swim?”
The thought of seeing her in a bikini again would be the perfect end to my night. I’d DEFINITELY be jacking off in bed later.
“Sure, why not?” I said, trying to sound cool.
“Great, go upstairs and get changed. I’ll see you in the pool.”
I tried not to break a leg as I bounded up the stairs. I whipped off my clothes and threw on my swimsuit. When I ran back down the stairs, I didn’t see Rachel anywhere. I went into the kitchen, and saw the sliding glass door standing open. I peered out into the yard. The pool lights were off, but there was a full moon, and I could just barely make out her sillouette standing in the pool.
“Rachel, is that you?”
“Well, who do you think it is, silly?”
“Let me turn on the pool lights, and I’ll be right…”
“No, leave them off. I like swimming by moonlight.”
I shrugged my shoulders and stepped onto the patio. My foot caught on some fabric, and I looked down and saw where she’d dropped her denim shorts. I picked them up and took another step toward the pool, when I stepped on something else. Looking down, I saw her tank top lying on the ground. I swallowed hard and looked a little further ahead. In the moonlight, I could make out a lacy white bra. I stepped closer to the edge of the pool steps, and there, lying on the edge of the pool, was a white thong. I raised my eyes and saw Rachel standing in the middle of the pool.
She grinned up at me. “You coming in or not?”
I nodded, and laid my towel on a chair. I took one step into the water.
“Uh-uh,” Rachel said. “Not dressed like that.”
I looked down at my trunks, then up in confusion, and she started wading over towards me. As she moved into the shallower water, her naked breasts broke above the waterline. The bluish light from the full moon caused the water droplets clinging to her flesh to glisten like millions of tiny diamonds. Her small nipples were rock hard. My breath caught in my throat. She continued toward me, and I watched the water recede down her torso. When she stood at the bottom of the steps looking up at me, the shallow water level barely covered the fact that she had no bottoms on. I couldn’t move, and stood there gawking.
“I always wanted to go skinny-dipping,” she whispered, giggling. “I bet you do it all the time, huh?”
I shook my head, unable to tear my eyes from her nude body. I was aware that my cock stuck out in front of me like a flagpole, but I couldn’t move a muscle to cover it. Rachel moved to the lower step, and grasped my trunks by the waistband. Looking up at me, she whispered again.
“Want to join me?”
I nodded dumbly. “Yeah.”
She grinned. “That’s the spirit!” With that, she pulled my trunks down to my ankles, giggling when my cock sprang upward after being released from captivity. I stepped out of my trunks, and followed Rachel into the water.
“Oh wow! Doesn’t this feel good? If I had a pool, I’d be skinny-dipping every night.”
‘Good’? ‘Good’ wasn’t even close to describing what was happening. I was swimming in the nude with the hottest girl I’d ever met. It was pretty much the highlight of my life! We swam down to the deep end, floating around on our backs. My dick proudly stuck straight up in the air like a dorsal fin, and several times Rachel would giggle when she saw it. Soon she was diving under me, coming from below to try and surprise me. Several times her tits rubbed against me as she swam around. A few times, during all the splashing around, her hand or arm came in contact with my cock, causing it to twitch involuntarily. Soon, I began to give it back to her in spades, grabbing her and dunking her several times. She may have been older, but I was much stronger. I was also getting in a few discreet gropes of my own, and her laughter only made me bolder.
After a while, I found myself standing in the shallow end, holding her underwater. She flailed around helplessly, and I brought her up long enough to get a breath, then dunked her right back down again. One of her arms wrapped around my leg, and as I pulled her back up again, it slid along the length of my erection. Her hand brushed against it, but this time just lingered there, fingertips gently exploring its length. She looked up at me, and moved a little closer.
“Do you mind?”
I gasped, and managed to shake my head. She continued to explore, and then wrapped her hand around it. “It’s a nice cock, not too big, not too small.” She giggled. “You’re really hard, too.”
“Yeah,” I groaned. “It’s been like that all night.”
She smirked at me in the moonlight. “I’m SO sorry! It’s not because of ME, is it?” I just nodded, washed away in the pleasurable sensation of her hand gliding over my swollen shaft.
She smiled softly. “You can touch me if you want to. Don’t be shy.”
I felt like a kid making his first trip to a candy store, but I didn’t want to just start pawing Rachel. She might think I was just like those other guys she talked about. Tentatively, I reached out, running my fingers over her soft breasts, lingering over her erect nipples.
“Mmm…nice,” she purred, closing her eyes.
“They sure are.” I croaked, trying to keep my voice from cracking. She opened her eyes and looked up at me.
“Well who is Mr. Bold all of a sudden?” she said, but she was smiling. My hands continued to wander all over her body, and hers continued to stroke my cock. Suddenly, she pushed me back against the steps. I fell back into a sitting position on the top step, my cock in plain view above the surface. She kneeled down on the bottom step between my legs and looked up at me.
“So…nobody’s ever given you a blowjob?” she asked softly.
I shook my head.
“Do you want me to give you one?”
I swallowed hard, but nodded my head vigorously.
She grinned. “I thought you might.”
Her head descended between my thighs, and suddenly, I felt my cock engulfed by her warm, wet mouth. She began to rub her fingernails lightly along the insides of my thighs. I had never felt anything like it before. Heavenly waves of pleasure washed over me as I watched her suck me. She would begin by holding the tip of my dick in her mouth, and swirling her tongue all around the head. I became dizzy with the sensation. Then, slowly, her lips would travel the length of my shaft, burying the head of my cock in the back of her throat, while her tongue darted out to gently caress my balls. A few moments later, her mouth would begin a wet retreat back to the end of my dick, where the process began all over again. After only a few minutes, I groaned in ecstasy, knowing that I couldn’t last long.
“Oh god, Rachel…I can’t…I mean I’m gonna…”
“Go for it, baby,” she cooed, and returned to her oral assault.
I felt the pressure building in my balls as I reached the point of no return. My shaft began to swell, and that familiar ache in my groin began.
“I’m…I’m close…oh, shit Rachel…” I gasped, as my breathing became ragged.
“Mmm hmm,” she hummed, mouth full of cock.
She paused, again with just the head of my cock between her moist lips, and began to flick her tongue back and forth along the underside of my glans. My dick twitched once, twice, then erupted. Rachel let out a little squeal, but continued sucking me with renewed enthusiasm. Time after time, my cock convulsed, launching ropes of pearly white cum into Rachel’s hot mouth. Every lash of her tongue against my sensitive shaft brought another blast of hot semen exploding from my slit.
I lost count of the number of times I squirted, but eventually the intensity and volume began to lessen. Rachel slowed her sucking as well, bringing me down gently, but continuing to hold my deflating dick in her mouth. I fought to control my breathing, but my chest heaved with exhaustion. When I had (sort of) caught my breath, I looked down to see Rachel grinning at me, my cock still in her mouth. Slowly, she backed her head away, until my saliva-soaked cock popped wetly from her mouth. A small amount of sticky white cum dribbled from one corner of her mouth. She continued to grin at me, and with a wink, I heard her swallow.
“Wow!” I panted. “That was…oh, shit…it was…WOW!”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she replied, smugly. “I thought you might enjoy it. I enjoyed giving it to you. I thought about doing it while we were on the couch. You were SO horny…”
I blushed a little, but grinned at her. “You noticed, huh?”
She grinned back. “Well, it was kind of ‘hard’ not to, pardon the pun. Watching that movie made me horny too. But I wanted your first time to be special. Plus, it was so beautiful out tonight, I thought it might be nice…”
“Gosh, Rachel, it’s the greatest moment in my life. I’ll never forget it…I’ll…I’ll never forget you, either.”
I thought I could see her eyes begin to mist a little, and she leaned over and kissed me lightly. “You are SO sweet. But you make it sound like goodbye or something. Hey, we’ve still got the whole weekend.” She raised an eyebrow. “Anything…else…you want to do?”
Once again my personality took over, and I turned away from her gaze and blushed.
“Hey, don’t be shy,” Rachel said in a soothing voice. “Look at me.”
I looked up at her sheepishly. How do you tell a girl that you want to ball her brains out, that you wanted to stick your dick inside her and fill her full of cum. I opened my mouth slightly, but couldn’t will myself to be so bold. I closed my mouth and turned away. She touched my cheek gently, and turned my head back to meet her gaze. Her stunning green eyes penetrated my awkwardness, and she smiled. She moved closer, placing her arms around my neck.
“You’re a really nice guy, and I like you. Now that I know you a little better, I don’t see a fourteen year-old kid. You’re sweet, thoughtful, and easy to talk to.” She paused for a moment, looked up into my eyes, and continued.
“What I really want to say is that, tonight…if you ask me…anything you want…I promise I won’t say ‘no’.”
I gulped silently and moved slightly toward her. She smiled sweetly at me.
“Jeff…do you want to fuck me?”
I blushed furiously, but managed to nod my head. She giggled again, and pulled me closer.
“Like I said…anything you want…”
“Anything I want?” I took a deep breath. “Ok…in that case, I want you to teach me how to make YOU feel the way that I feel right now.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “Oh, my! Are you SURE you’re just fourteen? You are going to make one fantastic lover for some lucky girl one day!”
Rachel pulled me to my feet, and changed places with me. Sitting on the edge of the pool, she slowly spread her thighs apart. In the darkness, I could barely make out her neatly trimmed bush. Unconsciously, I licked my lips.
“Don’t be shy. Go ahead…I want you to touch me.”
I tentatively reached out my hand, my fingers mingling through her damp pubic hair, trying to remember what I’d seen in my dad’s porno magazines. I carefully pressed my middle finger against her, and it sank wetly between her velvety cunt lips. Rachel let out a small gasp.
“Oh fuck yes! I’m so horny…”
Bolder, I pushed even further into her, her hot pussy walls clamped tight around my finger. I began to finger-fuck her, and she made little purring noises as she spread her legs even wider.
“Oh, baby…that feels so good! Move your finger around up here…” she said, taking my hand and moving it towards her clit. I felt the tiny nub erect against my finger, and I brushed over it several times. Rachel let out a deep moan.
“Mmm…that’s nice. Not too much pressure though…that’s the clit, and girls are really sensitive around there.” I nodded to no one in particular as I absorbed my first lesson in pleasing a lady, but I was determined not to let it be my only lesson learned.
“Rachel…when you…you know…sucked me…it felt so good. Do girls like for boys to do that for them too?”
“Oh yeah…but unfortunately, a lot of guys won’t go down on a girl. They think it’s gross. But they sure don’t mind asking a girl to suck their dicks!” I frowned slightly at her statement. Her face suddenly beamed up at me. “But Jeff…I didn’t mean that about you, not at all. I wanted to do that for you.” Relieved, I knelt between her spread thighs, my face inches from her molten pussy.
“Rachel, tell me what you like…I don’t know what to do…” She pulled her pussy lips apart slightly.
“Lick my pussy, baby…I want you to lick me so bad…”
I pressed my face between her legs. I inhaled the musky scent of her arousal. It was the most intoxicating thing I had ever experienced. My tongue snaked out, parting the folds of her labia, and she let out a low moan of approval.
“That’s it…oh, baby…that feels wonderful…”
My tongue darted and danced within the hot walls of her womanhood, tasting her tangy juices that began to coat my lips and chin. Every so often, I brushed my tongue across her clit, eliciting moans that increased in intensity and volume with each pass. I felt her grab my head in her hands, as she forced my face deeper into her crotch.
“Fuck me with your finger while you lick my clit,” she panted. I obliged her, sinking my finger into her up to my third knuckle. I lashed her clit with my tongue, and heard her breath becoming ragged.
“Oh baby yes! Oh shit…don’t stop…you’re gonna make me cum…please don't stop!”
I wasn’t about to stop. Are you kidding? Here I was, just a fourteen year-old kid, eating out the most beautiful, sexiest girl I’d ever seen, and she was asking me not to stop? I renewed my assault on her pussy. Soon, her voice began to quiver.
Oh, Jeff…oh, Jeff…..OOHHHHHHHHHH FUCK JEFF! YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!
I felt her entire body begin to tremble, and a warm flood of her juices ran onto my face. She bucked her hips wildly, moaning with each thrust of my tongue or finger. Exhaling heavily and gasping for air, she shuddered again and again as her orgasm rocked her body. I hoped that I was doing everything correctly, but she was in no condition to ask at the moment. I took it from the continuous moans that I was at least in the ballpark. Finally her body relaxed somewhat, and she began to breathe semi-normally. Panting slightly, she looked down at me.
“Oh shit, baby…that was the hardest I’ve cum in a long time!”
I beamed up at her proudly. She lowered her body back into the warm water, and pulled me close to her. I could feel her nipples pressing against my chest. She pressed her lips to mine, snaking her tongue into my mouth. I kissed her back, as our tongues explored each other. I wondered if it bothered her to taste her juices on my toungue, but it didn't seem to. My cock began to get hard again, rising up between her thighs, pressing against her sex.
“Oh my goodness!” Rachel giggled. “Has he not had enough for one night?”
I grinned at her, shook my head, but no longer blushed like a scared kid. I’d just made this girl scream in ecstasy, which did wonders for my self-confidence. Rachel looked at me lustily, put her hands on my shoulders, and pulled herself up on my body. She wrapped her long, tanned legs around me, and sank down onto my erect cock. I was so hard that my cock was standing straight up. I felt her warmth pressing against my hardness, and she shifted a bit, allowing me to penetrate her with ease. I gasped as I felt my dick enter her moist tunnel, her hot cunt clamping around my manhood like a velvet vise. I almost lost my balance, not from Rachel’s weight, since the water made her almost weightless in my arms, but from the sheer shock and overwhelming feeling of being inside her. It wasn’t better or worse than when she sucked me off, it was just…different.
I began to slowly thrust in and out of her, and between her moans, Rachel began to match the rhythm of my hips. The sensation of her pussy sliding up and down my shaft was almost overwhelming. Although I’d just cum in her mouth, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to hold out long. Already, my balls were stirring, that familiar ache that I had come to know so well. Rachel was fucking me with abandon now, whispering dirty things in my ear that almost made me blush. I held on to her hips and tried to match her thrust for thrust.
“C’mon, baby…fuck me…I want it so bad…fuck me with that big cock of yours…oh, shit, you feel so good inside me, baby…”
Soon I felt my balls contract a little, and my dick began to swell. I knew I was about to cum. In a panic, I wondered what I should do…tell her? Not tell her?
“Rachel,” I panted. “I’m…I’m gonna cum…real soon…”
“I know, baby…I’m gonna cum again too. It’s ok; I’m on the pill. I want it…I want you to cum inside me. Cum for me…cum in Rachel’s tight little pussy.”
That was all it took. My eyes screwed shut, and I felt the cum that had been boiling in my balls racing up my shaft. My cock twitched for a brief second, and then I exploded in her cunt. I felt her pussy walls contract tightly around my cock, as she buried her head on my shoulder, moaning loudly as her second orgasm hit. My body racked with convulsions as spurt after spurt of my pearly cream squirted into her hot cunt. I lost my grip on her at one point, almost dunking her into the water, but she clamped her legs and arms around me, riding me like some rodeo bull. I don’t think I came as much the second time, but it was just as intense. Judging from her nails digging into my back, her second orgasm was just as strong as well.
Soon, my cock began to cease its pulsations, Rachel’s pussy stopped its contractions, and our breathing returned to normal. She raised her head, and gave me a long kiss, my dick still semi-hard inside of her.
“Well, Mr. 14-year old…that was about the best fuck I ever had!” She said with a twinkle in her eye.
“Well, I know it’s the best one I’VE ever had!” I said slyly. “Of course, it’s the ONLY one I’ve had, so I guess I’ll just have to wait until I have something to compare it to.” Rachel grinned at me coyly.
“Well, we’ve got all weekend…that is, if you’re up to it…”
I clinched my buttocks, causing my dick to jump inside her. Rachel let out a squeal of surprise.
“Oh, don’t worry. I’m pretty sure I’ll be UP to it!”
The End
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