we both viewed with a certain amount of amusement. I had had a brief fling with her the year before but found her tastes in sex to be a little over the top for me. Jenni reminded me that i had been the one to pop for the wine that got Gwen and I in the clinch in the first place and then I had continued with her for several weeks, fucking and sucking in many different places. limited only by mine own reluctance to try the deed in such public venues as football games and while dancing in the local clubs. Eventually we parted, still on good terms with Gwen's assurance she would still 'fuck me anytime'.

Anyway...Jenni and I strolled about the town, holding hands and being quite involved with getting to know each other. It was my plan to ask her out again in a day or two and try my luck then. I didn't know her travel plans at the time, to be on the road in the morning so when I took her to her hotel I rather shyly made a pass and ended up locked in a deep, wet kiss that only convinced me more to see if I could get her in a more intimate situation. it was then she told me she wanted to see me again... the next week when she came back to town. Not on my time schedule, but it sure was a good plan to me. Our tongues made circles between our sparted lips and she reached around me and stroked my back, her fingers creeping near my ass as I clutched her to myself, trying to feel her tits against my chest. I slid my hand under her sweater and found her nipples nearly an inch long and stiff, her tits very small but sensitive. She broke it off and somewhat breathlessly excused herself into her room, leaving me in the hallway wanting more, but it wasn't to be....that night.

A week later, to the day, I was riding my bike down the street, thinking about Jenni, as I had been nearly every minute since we parted, when I heard her shout 'Hey! You on the bike ...'We chatted and decided to take in a movie after Happy Hour at the Mint Bar down the street.

I asked her what she liked to drink and when told White Russians, silently counted just how many I could afford to buy , as payday wasn't until next week. I ponied up the money, White Russian for her and beer for me, then another , and soon enough, another.As we got more 'relaxed' our conversation turned to our week apart. She had been rehearsing with a small traveling actor's troupe, working on getting a show together. The members of her troupe included Gwen and a couple other friends of mine. She and Gwen had talked quite a bit about me over drinks and during breaks during the week. Gwen knew me to a little reserved as I've said and Jenni said she was fine with that as she was herself. things were looking pretty good to me, since obviously she had been contemplating sex. After one more round, we went off to the theatre where we found ourselves in a movie that was packed, a first run Star Wars installment. The beer was doing its thing for me and a nice warm buzz was in my head as I held Jenni's hand in the dark. I looked over at her and found her looking at me, her eyes sparkling . She took her hand out of mine and moved it to my leg and then up toward my crotch wher my cock had sprung to life. 7 1/2" of enthusiasm for what was happening. She rubbed my cock through my pants and then said 'There was another movie down the hall, not quite so crowded.' We left Star Wars amid explosions and loud music and went down the hall to something called Truly Madly Deeply We went in an were alone in the dark.Not a soul and the movie was just beginning. In a row of seats near the center I found that being reserved had nothing to do with Jenni. She turned to me, Kissed me, and zzzippp, my pants were undone and my cock was in her hand then in her mouth. Jsut before we went into the theater she had put on fresh lipstick that now was a ring of dark plun purple around the head of my dick As hwer head bobbed up and down om cock I had my hands busy on her tits. I thrust into her mouth, meeting her efforts with my dick, ramming between her lips nutil with one huge effort I let loose a torrent of cum. She sucked and swallowed and finally, after milking my cock dry looked up and said 'Shy? I don't think so.'

To be with a woman in so many ways at once is bliss.  To touch her hands while you walk down the water front or to hold her shoulder in a movie.  Every touch and every graze of the skin shows her how you feel. 

 

How can I tell you about her?  She has a wonderful personality and smile.  Two things I adore more then most.  Her body may not make it in the magazines, but then I don’t read them for the pictures anyway.  Her skin is soft and silky like how your hands feel in a bubble bath.  Kissing her lips and feeling the heat of her tongue on mine sends shivers down my back even now.  And her mind may be a little in the dark at times but she makes up for it with interest and wonder.  She is the best I have.

 

We, in my eyes, had a fantastic sex life.  We can share our fantasies and desires with each other freely and talk about most anything we want.  She is just as horny as I am sometimes and it drives me wild when she lets her lust take charge.  Sometimes it gets so bad; I have to play with myself before I can sleep at night.  Just thinking about how sexy she can be makes my member swell with desire.  Her light touch caressing my body gives me goose bumps and the way she kisses over my lips and nibbles at my ears drives me wild.  Just holding her close and engaging in a long passionate kiss will make my loins yearn for her body to surround me.  Let me tell you how great it is.  She has the softest kisses and the most loving licks you could imagine.  Watching her run her tongue over my hard shaft makes every hair on my body gasp.  It’s the most erotic thing I could imagine.

 

We had always talked about taking a trip to a cabin together just the two of us together and have some nice relaxation time by ourselves.  She told me that a mountain get away would be perfect.   The cabin I picked out was pretty simple.  It had a fire place and a few tables and chairs.  A sofa and a bed in the corner.  It looked more like a one room house from the prairie then a cabin.  But it was cold and crisp like a cabin should be.  We put our things away and started a fire.  The warm flames made out stiff bodies a bit more limber as the heat let us strip out of our heavy winter clothes.  I made us some hot chocolate and we sat down together in front of the warm fire.  It had been a long drive and we were both a little tired.  We decided to get into our pjs and call it a night.

 

As I unpacked my flannels my focus was attracted to the fire place.  It was her and she was over next to the fire taking her clothes off right in front of the fire.  I could not help but watch as she slowly lifted her sweater over her head and dropped it on the floor next to her.  Her large luscious breasts shined in the fired light and made me forget about my bags.  She then turned away from me and slowly undid her pants.  She bent over slowly as I watcher her push the jeans down over her smooth ass and down to her ankles, where she stepped out.  As she stood up she looked over her shoulder at me and nodded for me to come closer.  I dropped what was in my hands and slowly walked over to her.  She was still looking over her shoulder at me as reached around her and let my hands meet on her belly the same time as my lips connected with hers.  They were moist and warm as we began to kiss deeply.

 

I could feel her eager tongue darting and dancing with mine as I held her in a tight embrace.  She turned in my arms to face me and our kiss grew hotter.  I could feel the warmth of the fire on one side of my face and the cool shadow on the other.  My hands were now running up and down her naked back.  I slowly found her bra clasp and undid it.  Her straps went limp and she let her garment fall over her arms and to the floor between us.  With her arms at my waist I could feel her reaching for my pants button.  Knowing she wanted my pants off gave my already growing hard on a boost and forced my head into the confining fabric.  She got my button and zipper taken care of and was now letting her fingers run around the lose waist band of my jeans.  Feeling her fingers graze my skin sent shivers up my spin and made me pull her into me more.

 

My fingers too, where starting to wonder lower.  I could feel her soft cotton panties cupping her ass.  My hands ran over her back and down her hips and the front of her thighs…she would gasp only slightly in my mouth as my gentle fingers explored her nearly nude body.  With my pants lose she now started to work on my shirt.  With one button at a time she worked them free.  From top to bottom she worked until my shirt became open.  With the last button off she slipped her hands inside my shirt tales and placed them on my bare chest.   Feeling her soft hands on me was very sexy.  Her open palms caressing my skin and rubbing my nipples made me want her in the worst way.  I pulled her close to me and kissed her neck just below her jaw line.  She tilted her head so I could get a better reach and my lips and tongue worked up and down her neck as she fondled my chest. 

 

Both she and I were breathing a bit faster now.  Her hands then rose up and helped my shirt over my shoulders and I let it fall to the floor behind me.  With both of us topless I puller her close once more so she could feel my hot chest on her bare breasts.  I could feel them press into me as I held her tight in my arms.  She looked up at me with big blue eyes and told me she wanted me.  Right here.  Right now.  She had never talked like that before and I was instantly turned on and could not help but rush into a hot passionate kiss with her.  As I kisser her, our hands went wild.  Hers started to pull at my jeans in a downward motion and mine caressing her back and ass.  I kissed down her neck and over to her ear.  With her lobe in my lips I sucked and licked a little.  She breathed hotly on my neck and held me tight.  As I let go of her soft lobe I whispered in her ear…

”I want to eat your beautiful pussy till you cum in my mouth.”  

 

I could tell she liked what I had said for she then took a deep slow breath.  I kissed her lips once more and then started to kiss slowly down her body.  Down over her neck and shoulders.  Slowly dropping, not missing any hot spots.  Slowly down.  Kissing right down the center of her chest so not to excite her breasts.  Down over her belly and navel.  My hands slowly helping her underwear down as I went.  Her hands just brushing my hair and holding my head as I kissed lower and lower.  Her mound was exposed as her panties warmed the tops of her feet for a moment before she stepped out of them.  She had just shaved that morning as was totally bald and smooth.  Feeling her silky smooth skin on my lips and face as I kissed down her body sent rushes of blood to other parts of my body.  Just as I reached the very top of her slit I moved away and kissed over to her thigh.  Licking and suckling her soft inner thigh as she stood there naked in front of the glowing ambers made me see how great we were together. 

 

Her legs seemed to be getting weak as they started to shake a bit.  I looked up at her and then over to the sofa just behind us.  She looked over and then back at me.  With small slow steps she went and sat down on the very edge of the sofa.  I looked at her and stood up with her light skin shinning in the fire light.  As I stepping into the light infront of her she could feel the coolness of the shadow I was casting on her cover her hot body.  But it didn’t matter for I was giving her a little tease myself.  All she could see was a dark salute of my body as I slowly pushed my jeans over my hips and legs.  I stood facing the fire and let her watch as I took both my pants and boxers off at once.  I tossed them aside and turned around for her.  While staying in the shadow of my own body I leaned forward and kissed her again softly on her lips and then once on her chest and then her legs.  I sat down in front of her on the floor and looked up into her watchful eyes.  She had a wide smile and look of contentment on her face.  I then kissed her inner thighs from her knees all the way up to the top of her legs.  When I drew close enough my cheeks rubbed her lips a little.  With my hands I lightly run my fingers up the back of her legs softly pushing them apart.  With her butt right at the edge of the sofa she was slouching pretty badly and when I looked up I could see her beautiful face right between her breasts looking down at me in wonder. 

 

As she let her legs open for me I went back to kissing her inner thighs.  My lips and hot breath just grazed her lips as I went from one side to the other.  My hands were holding her legs open as she wanted to squeeze them from time to time.  Just as she was enjoying her thighs being kissed I move to the center and let my tongue run from the very bottom of her moist slit to the very top of her clit.  She moaned as I took one long strong lick and tasted her sweet juices.  Mmm her taste excited me like no other.  I let my tongue lick her clit and then drop down and dip inside her for a moment.  She was soaking wet and I couldn’t get enough.  My kisses and licks drove her wild as she breathed harder and faster.  My hands reached up and held hers as I caressed and sucked on her excited clit.  I could feel how hot she was on my lips and could taste her sweet dew.  As I pulled away for a moment small strings of juice would stick to her and to me.  It drove me wild to dive back in and suck her sweet honey from her.  Tasting her and swallowing all that she had made my cock grow with the strength of 4 men.  Just watching her body quake as I ate her was all the pleasure I needed at that moment.  Pleasing her was a pleasure for me and I wanted to give her all I could.

 

With her in my mouth and hands in mine, I looked up to watch her face.  Her eyes were closed and her head back.  She would open her mouth for a moment but say nothing.  I could see she was enjoying my flicks and licks.  When I hit a good spot she would tell me  “Right there!”

She would moan, as I licked her hard and fast and then slowed down and speeding up to send waves of pleasure over her excited body.  This was something I had always loved doing for her.  Wanting her to feel the best she could, I licked her faster and sucked on her pleasure button.  She then looked down at me and told me not to stop. 

“Don’t stop.  Don’t stop.  Oh you are wonderful. You know just what to do.”

I had never planed on stopping.  I wanted her to have every ounce of pleasure she could.  My mouth worked on her and my hands held hers for something to squeeze.  I could see she was getting close.  As she started to push into me I focused my efforts on her clit.  I wanted her to fly over the edge and not know what hit her.  Flicking faster and licking harder she pushed and wiggled under my mouth.  I could taste her body wanting to cum.  I looked up and saw the she was in another place.  I licked her till I found that perfect spot that makes her stop moving all together.  I stayed there as she tensed up.  Her back arched as she is about to. 

“I’m going to cum!” she moans. 

Just then her body exploded with a massive climax that forced me away from her hot spot and set her hard into the sofa.  I watch in the fire light as her body quaked and flexed from the blood pumping through her body and the pleasure pumping through her mind.

 

As she settles down I craw up next to her and hold her close.  Kissing her forehead and lips as she catches her breath.  She can’t say anything so I tell her how wonderful it was for me to do that for her.  She looks up and smiles at me and kisses my lips.  After a moment or two she looks up at me and says,

“That was just amazing.”

I tell her that it’s always amazing when it’s for her.  She looks down and sees my half hard cock.  She looks back at me and starts kissing me like mad.  I feel her hands running down my body to find my shaft.  I am surprised she is being as forceful as she is not one to take charge.  I am loving it though.  Her hands soon have me at full mast again and she is stroking me ever so gently.  Her kisses sink up with her hands and she strokes my tongue in tune with stroking my now hard cock.  Feeling her hands on me is crazy.  Only I can know how great it is.  And only she knows just what to. 

 

She then starts to move.  I am sitting on the sofa just as she was a few moments ago.  But now she is the one getting down of the floor.  I can’t see her very well do to the fire light right behind her.  What I can see is that she is slowly licking the sides of my shaft.  Up and down.  Her hands are on my thighs getting me even more excited.  I feel her mouth start to take me inside her with her lips around my head and her tongue exploring my small hole.  She has a way with me that I can’t describe.  I watch her as she takes more of me in her mouth.  I too had shaved that morning and got a little wild and decided to go totally smooth myself.  Everything from the very base of my shaft down was bald. 

 

With my ass on the edge now I wasn’t sure what she would do.  She always seems to do something new every time she went down on me.  This time would be no different.  She was holding me in her mouth now.  All I could do is hold her hand tight as I felt her flicking and licking my flushed tool.  With her free hand she started to stroke my shaft while she sucked on me.  This put my pleasure in a new level as I could feel the softness of her lips and the pressure of her hand on my hard cock.  Just as I thought it couldn’t get any better she started to fondle my balls with her gentle fingers.  Softly rolling them around in her hands.  This was a wonderful treat indeed.  She then let go of my hand and stopped sucking on me for a moment.  She put one finger in her mouth and sucked on it for a second or two.  I was curious as to what she was up too.  She then let my hard shaft back into her mouth.  With in a second of her mouth on me again I felt something new and exciting.  She was licking my head, holding my balls…and now she was rubbing her finger down even lower.  In fact she had her wet finger on my ass teasing it as she pleased me.  It felt amazing.  So much so that it sped everything up a bit and I looked down at her and asked,

“Where would you like me to cum honey?”

To my joy she answered. 

”Cum all over me.”

 

With those words still in the air I was shocked when she lay back on the bear rug and told me in a sexy soft voice,

“Shoot me from where you are; it will look awesome in the fire light.”

 There I was sitting at the very edge of the sofa, this extremely sexy girl laying herself out on the floor in front of me telling me to cum on her naked body.  I didn’t even have time to think when the feeling of a pending orgasm came over me.  She lay on her back with her legs bent so not to be too far away from the sofa.  I sat up and leaned forward.  I held my cock in my hand and my balls in the other.  And just as I felt myself about too I said, “This is all for you.”

And with that I let my self fly over the edge into pure ecstasy.  A huge stream of hot cum shot from the tip of my head down towards her awaiting body.  Everything went in slow motion it seemed like.  I could see my load in the air and just past that I could see her face watching it.  My white pearl load shot out hard and fast.  Landing right on her breasts and neck.  Then another strong pulse as another string of cream shot out to land on her belly and legs.  With one last little pulse I finished my face numbing climax on her knee cap.  It was a cute topper for such an erotic scene.  I looked down at the cum covered girl with aw.  I couldn’t help myself but to say,

“WOW.”

 

She smiled at me and told me to get down there and clean her up.  This was a tasty treat in itself.  I got down from the sofa and first started at her knee cap.  Licking the few drops I had left there clean.  Then down her legs.  A drop or sweet cream here and there.  Licking her clit once more as I passed to give her a little giggle as she was still very sensitive.  Then to her belly.  A fair amount had gotten here and I licked every tasty drop up.  Tasting myself off her naked body was always a huge turn on for me.  Continuing up her body I found the first pulse zone.  Licking her nipples and breasts covered in cream was oh so much fun.  And instead of swallowing my juice I saved it for us to share in a deep long kiss.  Sharing myself is always something I cherish with her. 

 

With the last of it cleaned and shared between us I lay down next to her on the edge of the rug.  The fire light getting low now as it has been a while since we bothered stoking the fire.  With all our energy spent on stoking each others passion I pulled the head of the bear over both of us and fell asleep with her in my arms and a smile on my face. 

 

The rest of the getaway was even better….

had dated a few of the luckier boys, while the rest had merely drooled over their thoughts of Joan. 
 Bill, also 19, was a very good athlete, and he had played sports through high school.  He was 5’11” and weighed 210 pounds.  He kept his light brown hair cut short and neatly combed.  Bill had kept his solid body in excellent condition during the summer following high school graduation.  When he enrolled in college, the football and basketball coaches had both been disappointed.  Bill hadn’t even tried out for their teams.    
 Unfortunately for Bill, he had not been one of Joan’s boyfriends.  They had always been friendly towards one another all through high school, but they had never been on a date.  Even though Bill frequently wanted to get to know Joan on a more personal level, one, or the other, always seemed to have something going with someone else. 
 Joan and Bill had many things in common though.  They had known each other since the 8th grade.  They had hung out with the same group of friends through high school.  Both were good students, and had known early in their Junior year they would be going to the same state university.   
 Early in their Senior year of high school, Joan and Bill had applied to, and been accepted by the state university several hundred miles from their home town.  Their acceptance was dependent on high school graduation, of course.   As resident college freshmen, they would be away from home and on their own for the first time.  Though they were very good high school students, Joan and Bill had promised to help and support each other at college if either needed it.   
 Within a week after the start of their college classes, both Joan and Bill realized they needed that help.  Bill was strong in math and the sciences.  Joan excelled in English and had wonderful writing skills.  Their skills and weaknesses complimented each other.  They were soon studying together almost every night. 
 The study sessions were held in Joan’s dorm room.  Her dorm afforded much roomier comfort than Bill's did.  Bill shared his very small dormitory accommodations with a roommate.  It was little more than one room with a bathroom at the end of the hall. 
 Joan, on the other hand, had a small apartment to her self.  It consisted of a small living room, a bedroom with two twin beds, and a bathroom.  She was supposed to have had a roommate.  However, the prospective roommate had gotten ill just prior to the beginning of classes, and she still hadn’t arrived on campus.    
 As Bill and Joan studied together, their personal relationship gradually changed.  They were slowly growing closer.  What had started out as two friends helping each other with homework, had grown to become something more.  After several weeks, their study sessions had begun to be interrupted by periods of playful teasing, prodding, hugging, and quick gentle kisses on their cheeks.  In addition to their homework sessions, they spent most of their free time together.            
 One chilly Friday evening, Bill arrived at Joan’s room carrying, along with his backpack full of books, a college student's basic survival rations, a pizza and a cheap bottle of wine. 
 He said, “We’ve been working hard on school work.  Since we don’t have class until Monday, how about helping me with this pizza and wine.  We can study tomorrow night.”
 With a smile spreading widely over her face, Joan agreed.  They had been working very hard since the start of classes, and their good test scores reflected that work.  So, she too felt they deserved a break. 
 Joan put her books away and turned on her TV.  She and Bill settled on the couch to watch TV and eat.  As the pizza disappeared and they drank the wine, they became playful with each other, as they usually did.  Then, as they finished the last of the wine, Joan laid her head on Bill’s shoulder and settled in to watch a movie that had just started on TV. 
 With his left arm around Joan’s shoulders, Bill gently pulled her toward him and tried to kiss her cheek. 
 This time, however, Joan resisted, briefly.  She turned her head to face him.  Instead of the playful peck they usually shared, she gave him a passionate, lip to lip, tongue darting, open mouth, extended lip lock. 
 As they breathlessly broke the kiss, both Bill and Joan gazed into each other’s eyes.  Something had just changed between them.  Bill scooted to the end of the couch, turned Joan so her back was toward him, and gently laid her back onto his lap. 
       She offered no resistance.  Joan, her neck and head cradled in Bill’s right arm, smiled up at him.  He was gazing into her bright hazel eyes.  Bill wrapped his left arm around Joan’s waist and, with his right arm, pulled her face toward his.  They kissed again.  Only this time, they kissed with a passion neither had known before. 
 Both knew their relationship was rapidly changing.  No longer would they be just friends and study partners.  They were becoming much more.  
 As they broke their kiss, Bill hugged her and softly said, “I’ve been wanting to do that for years, but you always seemed to have a boyfriend.”
 “Oh, I wish you had asked me out, I’ve had a crush on you since we were in the 9th grade.  I was so jealous of the girls you dated.”  Joan softly replied.  “Now, kiss me like you mean it.” 
 Bill again pulled her toward him and gave her the most sensual kiss he knew how to give.  Their tongues explored each others mouths as he held her upper body tightly to his. Bill had slid his left hand under her sweatshirt and was gently rubbing her back. 
 When he started nuzzling her neck and ears, she made soft mewing sounds.  She was purring like a kitten.  A quiet gasp escaped from Joan’s throat when Bill slid his hand around her body and cupped her right breast.     
 She wasn’t wearing a bra.  Due to her petite size, she didn’t need one.  She seldom wore a bra when not going out in public. 
 Her nipples had already hardened into small hard pebbles.  When Bill gently pinched them, a audible groan came from Joan.  She raised her chest toward Bill’s hand.  She whispered to him, “Let’s go to the bedroom.  We’ll have more room in there.” 
 Joan started to sit up, but Bill held her firmly to his chest.  He slid his left arm under her legs and, holding her tightly, stood up.  As he carried her toward her bedroom, Joan wrapped her arms around Bill’s neck and shoulders and kissed him passionately.  When they reached Joan’s bedroom, Bill gently sat her on the edge of her small bed. 
 Joan raised her arms as Bill pulled the bottom of her sweatshirt up.  Even without a bra, her smallish breasts stood firmly out from her chest.  Though her tits were small, they were an adequate handful.  Her hard nipples, protruding prominently from her breasts, seemed to be begging to be sucked.  And, that’s just what Bill did. 
 Dropping to his knees, Bill proceeded to kiss, lick, suck, and gently nip all over both of Joan’s tits.  As his mouth worked on one boob, his hand kneaded and pinched the other. 
 Joan was continuously moaning.  With her eyes closed, she had her head tossed back and rolling from side to side.  With both hands, she was firmly holding Bill’s head to her chest.     
 As Joan laid back on the bed, Bill removed his shirt and pants, and slid in next to her.  When he returned his attentions to her chest, Joan again pulled his head tightly to her.  Bill lavished attention on Joan's chest until she nudged his hand toward her stomach. 
 He slowly slid his right hand down her belly to her jeans’ waistband.  With a quick snap and zip, he gained access to her panty covered crotch.  When he put his thumb under the left side of her jeans’ waistband, Joan did the same on the right side.  A quick push and a few kicks, and Joan’s jeans flew through the air to the floor. 
 Bill and Joan were thinking similar thoughts.  Their long held dreams and desires for each other were about to come to pass.  Neither of them wanted to hurry.  Both wanted this night together to last as long as possible.   
     As Bill cradled Joan in his right arm, his mouth continued to minister to her tits, and he stroked her panty covered pussy with his left hand.  Joan’s pubic hair was nearly as soft as that on her head.  Bill enjoyed gently stroking it through her panties like a beloved kitten.  The results were much the same a stroking a kitten.  Joan seemed to be continuously purring.    
 Slowly, Joan spread her legs giving Bill greater access to her pussy.  As Bill rubbed up and down Joan’s slit, her panties rapidly became soaked with her natural lubricating juices. 
 Pulling her panties aside, Bill stroked Joan's extremely wet pussy.  Gently spreading her outer lips, he slowly inserted a finger in her love hole.  As he stroked in and out of her hot box, a second finger soon joined the first. 
 Joan’s moaning became louder as she began to loose control.  An orgasm was rapidly building.  
 In the mean time, Joan had reached down and found Bill’s already hardened cock.  Slowly at first, she began giving it long gentle strokes.  As she became more and more excited, her grip on Bill’s manhood tightened, and the speed of her stroking increased.   
 “Please, honey, I want you.  Make love to me, now.” Joan was almost begging. 
 Bill needed no further encouragement.  He quickly removed her drenched panties and his own underwear.  Gently, he rolled onto Joan and positioned his rock hard cock at the entrance to her drenched pussy.  With a short thrust, Bill’s cock head spread Joan’s outer lips and popped into the entrance of her hungry hole.  Pausing only briefly, with one slow, smooth, stroke, Bill tenderly fed his entire length into Joan. 
 As he fully entered her, Joan gasped, raised her knees, and wrapped her legs around Bill’s waist.  Once Bill was fully buried in Joan, they stayed locked together like that for what seemed like several minutes.  Both were happy just to enjoy the feeling of each other’s body.  Neither of them wanted to hurry the moment, or the feeling.  
 Joan was not a virgin, but she had only been with a couple of lovers prior to Bill.  However, Bill was, by far, the biggest man she had been with.  She was amazed at how Bill made her feel so full. 
 Bill too had only consummated a couple of previous intimate encounters.  He relished in the way Joan’s tight, hot, pussy seemed to be hugging his cock’s entire length.  He felt as though his manhood was snugly wrapped in wet, warm, velvet.   
 Slowly at first, Bill began stroking in and out of Joan’s tight pussy.  With each pull back, she relaxed her leg’s grip on his waist, and he pulled almost out of her hole.  As he slid back in, she tightened her leg’s grip and pulled him into her as deeply as possible.  Even though they were moving slowly, those full strokes had them both nearing orgasm in a very short time.  Several times, as he neared his eruption, Bill stopped stroking and remained motionless, deep in Joan.
 After a while, even holding still was not going to further delay Bill’s inevitable climax.   
 “Baby, I’m about to cum!”  Bill breathlessly said. 
 “Me too!  Give it to me, Honey.”  Joan gasped.   
 Bill rapidly increased the speed and force of his thrusts.
 Joan released her legs from around his waist, brought her knees to her chest, and hugged Bill tightly around his neck.  She cried.  “I’m cuming, Honey.  Hammer it to me!” 
 Bill did just that.  With rapid, hard, thrusts, he rammed deeply and repeatedly into Joan.  Then, with one last hard thrust, he buried his cock deep into Joan’s hot depths.  While passionately kissing Joan, Bill pumped his large load of cum deep into her hungry hole. 
 Remaining locked together, they began to relax.  Joan slowly lowered her feet to the bed.  She kept her knees raised to help Bill stay in as long as possible.  Bill continued to lay on, and in, her for some time.   
 In that position, they cuddled and talked until Bill softened and was no longer capable of staying in Joan.  Only then, did Bill roll off Joan and pull her tightly to his chest.  They continued to cuddle and talk for quite a while. 
 After a while, Joan asked Bill if he wanted to take a shower with her. 
 “Of course!  A shower with you would be nice.”  He replied.
 Joan got out of bed first, and headed for her bathroom. 
 As Bill watched her walk away, he thought to himself, ‘Even her little ass is cute’.  With that thought, he jumped out of bed and followed her to the shower. 
 As Joan bent into the shower to adjust the water temperature, Bill gently patted her ass.  When she got the water to her liking, Joan stepped in, and Bill immediately followed. 
 They sensually soaped and scrubbed every inch of each other’s body.  The soap made their bodies slippery and arousing.  It didn’t take long for both of them to become stimulated again.  When they were both covered with soap suds, they hugged each other tightly.  As the warm water streamed over them, the soap was rinsed off. 
 Bill pushed Joan’s back against the shower wall, leaned against her, bent over, and firmly kissed her.  Then, reaching down, he grabbed a cheek of her ass in each hand, and lifted her until they were face to face.  Another long passionate kiss, and he began lowering her.   
 She didn’t quite make it to the shower floor, however.  As she slid down Bill’s body, she felt her pussy being entered by his again fully erect shaft. 
 With a big grin, she said, “Oh baby, again?”
 “If you like.”  Bill said.
 “I like!  Oh yes, I like.  Do me again!”
 As Bill continued to lower her, Joan raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist.  She also wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders. 
 With his strong upper body, Bill was easily able to maneuver Joan’s small frame.  He continued lowering her until her pussy was fully impaled on his ridged spear.  When he had fully lowered her onto his cock, still firmly holding her ass, he raised her up again. Just as his cock’s head was all that remained in her, Bill again lowered Joan onto his manhood.  After several long slow strokes like that, he began increasing the speed of Joan’s impaling.  He was soon rapidly bouncing her on his hard-on. 
 Joan tried to speak with each impaling stroke, but could only get out one syllable at a time.  “Oh-ba-by!  Do-me-hard-er.  Yes!  Yes!  Oh, yes!  I’m-cum-ing!”
 Just a few seconds later, Bill shoved her body down hard on his cock.  As he firmly held his cock in her depths, he pumped another load of cum deep in Joan’s love hole. 
 As their orgasms subsided, Joan was exhausted.  She had released her grip on Bill’s neck.  Her arms and legs hung limply at her side, and she leaned against the shower wall.   However, she was still well off the shower’s floor.  She was still suspended on Bill’s cock.  He was still hard, and he still had her impaled.  They both laughed as he kissed her, gently raised her off his cock, and lowered her to the shower floor.
 After a quick rinse, they returned to her bed, and cuddled until the fell asleep.  They slept in the nude, and enjoyed one of the best night’s sleep of their young lives.  It would be the first of many more to come. 
 Bill and Joan knew their relationship was forever different.  Both sensed their first night of tender, loving, sex had begun what would turn out to be a long and loving relationship.                                                                                          
     

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Being the manager of a small department store, in a chain of department stores, I prepared my little store for our annual back to school sale.  This is a big time of year for us, as we are located in the poorer side of town, and unlike the big discount chains we are within walking distance of in the poor neighborhoods.  Now this is a big sales advantage but it also has some drawbacks, as we get more shoplifters and security is a major part of the job, as we cannot afford to hire and maintain a security man full time.

 

Most of out customers are hard working low-income people, and for the most part very honest.  With many years of experience behind me, I know that most of our losses come from teenagers.  They usually come in groups and try to distract the sales staff, while one of them shoplifts the things they desire.  So being the manager I have learned to stay off the sales floor and watch the store thru the groups of one way mirrors throughout the store, paying particular attention to the teens that arrive in groups, and the ones that go off on their own while their buddies ask the sales people questions.

 

Now these teen shoplifters do not as a rule, pick up school supplies such as notebooks or pencils, they go after clothes or electronics.  Letting their parents worry about the things they need to actually do the schoolwork.  So I usually station myself in the clothing department during peak teen shopping hours.  I watch for teens taking multiple items into the fitting rooms and only returning a few back to the racks. 

 

Well now that you know the background of what usually goes on, let me tell you about the unusual case I had this year.  It was around 4:30 PM on a Monday, which is prime time for teen shoplifters, as they have gotten out of school a hour or so ago and had time to group up for their quest.

 

The usual group of teens came in and the sales people were quite busy.  I was behind the one-way mirror at the clothing department watching a few teens, when out of the corner of my eye I saw her.  She was off to herself in the school supply section, a place most teens avoid.  She was young and I guessed around 14 or 15 years old, she was wearing clothes that were out of style by a few years, I guessed hand me downs or yard sale specials. 

 

I do not know why she caught my attention, but I decided to move around and watch her thru the mirror in that section of the store.  As I continued to watch her I noticed her look around and put something in her pocket, then quickly move to another section of the school supplies.  She kept looking around, and had a scared look on her face, as she bent down and pick up a calculator looked at it, looked quickly around and stuffed that into her pocket also.  Well I had seen enough; I knew she would soon try to go out the door, so as she pretended to look around for something else I made my way to the exit.

I went outside the store and pretended to look in the window at the displays as I kept an eye on her.  It did not take long as she slowly made her way to the door, she took one more quick look around and seen no one following her and slowly made her way to the exit, with a final look around she quickly moved thru the door, turned and ran directly into me. 

 

I am sure it startled her at first and then as she regained her composure she noticed my nametag and the manager and store logo under it.  Her face went pale and I reached out and grabbed her arm so she could not run.  I called one of the sales people out as a witness and asked the girl to empty her pockets.  She pulled out the calculator and some pens, all together worth around ten or fifteen dollars.  The salesman who came out took a picture of her and her loot and handed me the camera.  I picked up her ill-gotten gain and asked her to come with me to the office.

 

She started crying and shaking, which in a usual ploy for young shoplifters to try to get you just to let them go.  But our store policy was to prosecute all shoplifters as a deterrent to others.  When we reached the office, I had her sit in the straight chair and I put the stolen item on the desk, and settled in my chair behind the desk.  She was still crying as I pulled out the standard form we have to get all the information from the shoplifter before the police arrive.  Here is where I deviated from company policy, I was supposed to call the police before I started filling out the form, and to this day I do not know why I didn’t.

 

 

I started asking her the standard questions, her name, age, address, and phone number where her parents could be reached.  And I was kind of surprised at some of the answers I received, her name was Carol Miller, she was 15 years old, her address was an old flophouse motel just down the street, and no phone number was available.  I noticed she had quit crying now but her eyes were still red and puffy.  I asked her parents name and she gave me her mother’s name as Jill Taylor and her stepfather’s name as Paul Taylor.  When I asked how to reach them, she burst into tears again and pleaded with me not to contact them.  She said her stepfather would kill her, having heard this before many time, I told her I doubted that he would kill her.

 

That is when she shocked me and stood and turned her back to me, pulled up her tee shirt and showed me the scars of being beaten.  I was shocked and dropped my pen on the desk, as she lowered her shirt and turned back to face me.  For some reason I got up from my chair and went around to take this young girl into my arms to comfort her, as I took her in my arms she put her face in my chest and cried like a baby.  I held her tight and a protective feeling overtook me.  Suddenly I was glad I had not called the police, I just wanted to make her feel safe from harm.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

It was like pulling teeth, but finally I got some details out of her.  He stepfather was a drunk lazy man who lived on his welfare check, and what ever her mom could make waiting tables and a local diner.  He begrudged an money spent on her for clothes or books, hell he did not even want to feed her, as she ate table scrapes after her father finished eating.  They never seemed to have enough money and he took it out on her, he would beat her for almost no reason, but always when her mom was at work.  She was terrified of him, but needed some supplies for her classes at school and was afraid to ask her mom for them.  She wore clothes the neighbors had given her and what she pick up out of others garbage. 

 

I am a single man, who had never been married, but I do like children and never wanted to see them mistreated.  Maybe some hidden paternal instincts were taking over, because suddenly all that mattered to me was protecting this young girl.  So I paid for the items she stole out of my own pocket, and sent her on her way, but not before taking a few snapshots of her back full of scars and bruises.  I had no Idea what to do, but I knew I needed to do something, so I called an old friend of mine who worked for Children’s Services of our great state.

 

So meeting my friend, that night and telling her the story, showing her the pictures of Carol’s back, I asked the million dollar question, what could be done.  I was in for another shock as I was told that not a whole lot could be done since no police report was filled out, no complaint by either the mother or child was on record.  They could take the photos and go talk to the stepfather, but usually that only would make him mad and he would take it out on Carol at a later date.  Or they could approach the mother with the pictures and try to get her to file a complaint.  They best case scenario if they could prove the child was being beaten by the stepfather, was to remove her from their custody and place her in a foster home, which they were short of, and may turn out to be worst for Carol.  As abuse has been known to happen in foster care homes. 

 

I have not been known to back down from a challenge, so I told my friend I wanted to do nothing thru the system.  Now give me some choices outside the system that might be done.  After discussing this subject at length, we came up with a few scenarios that might work.  One being approach the stepfather, let him know he is being watched.  But this may make him madder and either beat Carol worse or leave the family and then they could not even afford the flophouse apartment they had.  The other was to approach the mother, show her the photos and try to scare her into signing custody papers to a responsible person, and that left the question of who would take care of Carol.

 

The next day Carol came by the store to thank me for the supplies and not turning her in.  That is when I noticed she had a black eye and bruises on her arms.  When I questioned her about it she told me her stepfather had found the supplies and asked her where she got them.  When she told him, he took the supplies away from her and beat her again.  He then traded the supplies for a cheap bottle of wine.  I could not hide my fury at him from her, and she kept telling me it was all right she would get by without the supplies.  But I knew I had to do something fast.

 

 

I though about it all day, and came to the conclusion that approaching the mother was the best way to handle this situation.  As for who to take custody of Carol, I had no idea so I decided it would be me, until I could find someone else more suitable.  After work I went and seen a attorney and had a custody agreement drawn up naming me as the custodian of the minor child Carol Miller, releasing her mother or stepfather of any paternal rights to the child.  All I had to do was get the mother to sign it and get it notarized, and then file it with the County Clerk. 

 

The next day I took some time off from work and went to the little diner where Carol’s mother worked, while Carol was still in school.  She was not hard to spot as she looked like an older version of Carol, and she also sported a black eye and some bruises that she tried to cover with make up.  When she came to wait on my table I introduced myself and told her I need a few minutes of her time to talk to her about her daughter.  I guess she assumed Carol had gotten into trouble as she went to her boss and told him she was taking a little time off, and came back to my table to talk to me.

 

I explained the situation as best I could and showed her the photos of Carol.  I could tell she was surprised by the photos, and when I asked her if she had not seen her daughter’s black eye yesterday, she told me Carol had told her she had gotten into a fight in school.  I asked how she had gotten her own black eye and she blushed and finally told me her husband was drunk last night and had hit her.  I then told Carol’s mother that we had two choices, one was that I go to the police with the information I had and they would remove Carol from her home and place her in foster care until after the trial of both her and her husband for child abuse.  I could see she did not like this choice, so I continued with choice number two.   I told her she could sign custody of Carol over to me and I would find her a suitable home, and no charges would be brought against her or her husband.  That she would be able to have supervised visits with Carol, arranged thru me. 

 

She was crying by then and I could see she liked neither choice, so I told her that if she made no choice, I would be forced to go with the first one and take the evidence to the police when I left the diner.  This seemed to shake her up enough to make a quick decision to go with the latter choice and sign the custody papers.  So I took her to another friend of mine who owned a car lot and was a notary so she could sign the papers and they could get notarized.  When we got to the car lot I explained to my friend that I need him to notarize a signature on a legal document and he agreed to do it for the nominal notary fee.  I showed Carol’s mom where to sign, and signed my signature in the proper place, my friend looked at both of our IDs and then stamped and signed the documents, then made copies for his file, Carol’s mother and me, then handed me the original document that I need to file with the County Clerk. 

 

Carol’s mother went with me to the County Clerk’s office where I filed the papers, she and I both had to sign some documents there.  With that behind us we went to the school and picked up Carol.  When we explained what was going on to Carol, I could tell she loved her mother and did not want to leave her.  So I explained about the visits that were allowed, and this seemed to ease her mind.  So we drove to the their hotel apartment to pick up Carol’s things and her mother went with us so we would not have any trouble with her stepfather.

 

It was not a pleasant meeting and at first the stepfather refused to allow us to remove or take Carol out of the house.  But after waving the legal document in his face and telling him I would call the police to enforce the document and have him arrested, he yielded and allowed Carol to remove her meager belongings.  After they were loaded into my car I gave her mother my address and phone number, she kissed Carol goodbye and we left her and her husband standing on the curb.

 

 

 

Chapter 3

 

 

To say I was unprepared to be a parent would be a gross understatement.  Although I did own a small two-bedroom home, the second bedroom was not furnished for guests; I had turned it into a small home office.  I did have a daybed in there but nowhere to put clothes except in the small closet.  Well this is just supposed to be temporary I told myself as soon as I can find her a suitable home she will be leaving.  I showed Carol where to hang her clothes and cleaned out a drawer in my dresser for her few pieces of underwear and socks.

 

I showed her how to work the small TV in her room and how to turn on the computer on the desk.  That is when I notice the tears welling up in her eyes.  All I could do was open my arms and she ran into them and buried her face into my shoulder, letting the tears flow.  I stroked her hair and let her know everything would be all right, as I held her tightly to me.  That was when I first noticed it, the stirring in my loins, god I was getting a hard on for this child.  I had never thought of teens as a sexual outlet before, oh sure I had seen teen pictures on the computer, and I admit they were sexy.  But I had always preferred older women.  How long we stood there like that I do not know, I don’t know if Carol noticed my erection or not, but I stood still careful not to press my hips forward.

 

Then she looked up at me hugged me and thanked me for all I was doing for her and gave me a quick peck on my cheek.  Then she turned away and started putting her things away and I just stood there, shocked at my reaction to her, and ashamed of them at the same time.  And I stood there watching her bend over and remove things from the shopping bags her belongings were in, and for the first time I noticed how tight her jeans were on her beautiful young ass.  How they seemed to cling like a second skin, even when she straighten up and walked to the closet, the jeans looked like they were painted on her.  I suddenly came to my senses and turned and left the room, telling her I had something else I need to do and to call me if she needed anything.

 

I called and ordered us a pizza for dinner that night and we ate in the living room while watching TV.  When we finished the pizza she asked where the towels were as she wanted to take a shower.  I showed her where all the linens were stored and she took some clothes in the bathroom with her, I heard the shower start up and sat there imagining what she looked like naked.  I was hard all over again and tried to shake the images out of my head before she came back out.

 

 

When Carol came out of the bathroom she was wearing a large tee shirt that was white and I could tell she had not dried off real well as the shirt became almost transparent and her well shaped breast and nipples came into view as if she were wearing nothing at all.  Then she bent over and I spotted her well-worn white panties that looked two sizes too small for her.  Her damp hair hung down to her shoulders in a well-combed look, which made her look older than her 15 years.

 

I tried my best not to stare at her but I did notice bruises on her legs, which looked like she had been beaten with a belt.  I had to ask her about them, and when I did, I saw the pained look on her face as she remembered what had happened to her.  She finally told me that her stepfather had wanted her to touch him and even perform oral sex on him and when she refused he beat her.  That he was all the time trying to feel her up when her mother was at work, and when she was alone with him she tried to stay locked in her bedroom.  Just the thought of that drunken bastard trying to molest her made me shake with rage, but as I calmed down I asked myself was I any better, I wanted her for myself.  Did that make me a child molester too?  Did Carol think I would put the moves on her, that I saved her from her stepfather only to molest her myself?

 

 

I got up and turned the TV off and told her it was time for bed and started walking toward my bedroom.  She ran and caught me and gave me a hug and kissed me on the cheek and ran to her bedroom, I heard the lock click.  I went to bed with mixed thoughts and feelings that night and slept very little.  In the morning I got up and showered, shaved and got dressed, I made breakfast before I knocked on Carol’s door and told her it was time to get up.

 

She came into the kitchen, still in her oversized tee shirt hair messed up from sleep stretching and yawning.  She sat at the table and I served her pancakes and sausages and a glass of milk.  I had toast and coffee, and read the paper while she ate.  She got up and went back to the bedroom to get dressed for school again I heard the door lock.  When she came out she was dressed in a clean outfit that looked exactly like what she had on yesterday and I made myself a note to take her shopping tomorrow since it was Saturday and buy her some new clothes.  I told Carol that if her stepfather showed up at school or on her way to my store to run and get to a safe place and call me.  She said she would, and I took her to school and went to work.

 

 

After school she came to my store and I put her in my office to do her homework and wait for me until time for me to get off.  When my shift was over, I went back to get her and we drove out to the diner where her mother worked for dinner.  Her mother was there, although it was hard to recognize her, as she had been beaten badly and had cuts and bruises all over her face.  She ran over and hugged her daughter and they both cried, I knew without asking what had happen to her.  Her husband had been very mad about my taking Carol and his wife’s role in it and had taken it out on her after we had left.  I got up and motioned Carol’s mother over so Carol could not hear us, and told her when she got tired of being her husband’s punching bag to come to my house she was welcome and would be safe there.  She said what I knew she would, that she was ok and thanked me for the offer, and I doubted I would ever see her take me up on my offer.  But all I could do was try, some women will put up with the beating forever, I will never know why.

 

When we got back to my house it was almost a carbon copy of the night before, the shower, watching TV, the hug and kiss good night and the locking of her bedroom door.

Again I did not sleep well as I now had her mother’s problem on my mind, but unlike Carol I could not force her mother to leave the bastard and take my help.  So I spent a night pondering the situation.

 

The next morning I got up and performed my routine in the bathroom, but this time I noticed a trace of blood in the shower.  So I looked in the laundry hamper and sure enough there were bloodstains on Carol’s underwear.  She was having her period and dumb me had no feminine napkins or anything there for her, and I guess she was too embarrassed to ask me for something.  Before waking Carol I ran out to the near by 7-11 and bought sever different kinds and styles and put them in easy sight on the bathroom counter.

 

I fixed a light breakfast of fresh fruit and toast, then knocked on her door and told her breakfast was ready.  As I guessed she got up and ran for the bathroom, locked the door and I heard her cry of surprise.  She left the bathroom and went back to her room and got dressed, before coming to the table for breakfast.  By that time I was drinking my coffee and reading the paper, and she swept the paper from in front of my face hugged and kissed my cheek and thanked me for the feminine napkins.  I told her she was welcome, but she should have told me she need them as I was but a man and did not keep things like that around.  She laughed and told me she would from now on and sat down and ate her breakfast.

 

 

After breakfast I told her we were going shopping and she ran out to the car.  We drove to the mall and she followed me thru the mazes of stores until I got to the one I wanted.  She stopped outside the store and I had to go back and take her hand and lead her into the woman’s fashion store.  She tried to pull away several times and I stopped and told her I wanted to buy my girl some new clothes, and that she was to get whatever she wanted, including some new underwear that fit her.  She threw her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek and cried as she tried to thank me, but I would have none of that and pulled her arms off of me and sent her looking thru the clothes.

 

Now I have always felt out of place in a women’s fashion store, even when I tried to buy my mother a sweater, but I told the sales girl to help Carol out and sat down and waited.  I must admit I enjoyed this trip to the store as every time Carol tied on a outfit she ran over to see if I like it, and of course I did as she and the sales girl had very good taste.  And the new clothes made Carol even more beautiful than she all ready was, as her bruises were fading her eyes were bright and she smiled a lot now, something she never did before.

 

After several hours and many hundreds of dollars we left the store and packed the car with the many packages.  I then took her hand and we returned to the mall to get her some new shoes as hers were very worn and she only had one pair.  After the shoe store we went to a furniture store and picked out a bedroom set that was to be delivered that afternoon.  We finally went out to lunch and then returned home so Carol could put up her new clothing and I could clean out the room to make room for the new furniture when it arrived.

 

After she had her bedroom set up the way she wanted, she surprised me by insisting on cooking me dinner.  She surprised me with her cooking skills and we had a wonderful dinner.  She went and took a shower after the dishes were cleaned, but I did not hear the lock on the door click.  She came out in a new oversized tee shirt but instead of sitting down in the chair she sat next to me on the couch to watch TV.  She asked me if she could watch a movie and I told her ok, so she browsed thru my collection and pick a Halloween movie from my collection.  As the movie got to the scary parts she slid real close to me on the couch and squeezed my hand.  When a murder took place sometimes she would hide her face in my chest.  At the end of the movie I turned the TV off and told her it was time for bed.  Again she chased me down hugged and kissed my cheek and told me thank you for all the things I bought her, I told her that nothing was too good for my girl and she squealed and hugged me harder and gave me another kiss, before going to her room, I did not hear the lock click.

 

As days and weeks past, we grew closer, she took to helping me keep the house clean without me asking her to, so I started giving her a weekly allowance to spend as she wanted.  We had dinner at least once a week at the diner where her mom worked, and while her mom still had bruises they did not seem as bad.  Things were going great, too good to last, as on a Friday after school, her stepfather followed her almost to my store.  She did a dumb thing and took a short cut thru an alley and that is where he caught her.  He was drunk as usual and pushed her up against a wall, groped her and was fumbling with his zipper when she kneed him in the groin and ran away.  When she ran into the store I could tell something bad had happened.

 

She ran straight back to my office, and I ran back after her.  When I got in there I could see the red marks on her face where he had slapped her, she was crying and her clothes were torn in places.  I took her in my arms and calmed her down enough for her to tell me what had happened.  He had pushed her up against the wall of the alley and slapped her to keep her quiet, and told her he wanted to have sex with her, that if she had given him some pussy that maybe he would have bought her some new clothes.  But no she thought she was too good for him.  He was groping her and tearing her clothes and when he went for his zipper she had kneed him in the balls and ran away. 

 

 

This put me into a blind rage; I sat her in the desk chair and told her to stay there until I got back.  She begged me not to go out after him, but I ignored her and went anyway.  I found him still in the alley drunk and half conscious still holding his balls.  I do not know where I got it but suddenly there was an old piece of lumber in my hands and I was swinging it beating him in the head and body with it.  When I finally came to my senses he was a mass of blood and laying still, I tossed the lumber to the side and leaned down to check his breathing, I thought I had killed him.  He was still breathing but it was shallow and labored, so I left and called the police from a pay phone on my way back to the store.

 

When I got back I went directly to my office, Carol was still sitting where I told her to and she looked at me, my clothes had spatters of blood on them.  I told her I was all right and grabbed my spare clothes from the locker, went to the men’s room and cleaned up and changed into the clean clothes.  I went back to the office and explained to Carol what I had done and told her she must never tell anyone.  I took my girl home and put her to bed after she showered and changed into her tee shirt.  I myself took a long hot shower and went to bed also, as I was emotionally drained.

 

 

It was that night while I was in a restless sleep I suddenly woke up to see Carol standing beside my bed crying.  I got up and held her in my arms and asked her what was wrong, she told me she had a nightmare about him and was afraid to go back to sleep.  I sat down on the side of me bed and she sat next to me, I put my arm around her and tried to calm her down.  It was no use; she was trembling and would not calm down enough to go back to bed.  It was then she asked if she could sleep with me tonight, being somewhat shook up myself I agreed not thinking of weather it was proper or not.

 

 

She got into my bed and I rolled over on my back so she could lay her head on my shoulder, with my arm around her, she finally went off to sleep, and I guess I did too.  Sometime during the night she must have rolled over and I must have to, because when I woke up she was laying on her side facing away from me and I was spooning her, my arm around her, my face in her hair, my hand covering her breast and my groin tight against her ass.  My hard on was pressed tightly against her ass crack as her tee shirt must have worked it way up above her waist and my hand was trapped by her hand holding me to her breast, I was afraid to move, what if she woke up and found me like this? 

 

I tried to move my hand but all I accomplished was to kneed her breast and make her press her ass back against me.  My heart was pounding like a runaway train, all my blood seemed to have drained from my head to lower parts of my body, making it hard to think.  I tried to relax and just lay there think about other things, which was almost impossible.  So I just stayed as still as I could, and after a while I felt Carol stir and release my hand.  I quickly removed it and rolled over so I had my back to her.  I felt her get up to go to the bathroom, it was then I jumped up and quickly put on a robe and headed for the kitchen.

 

  I made coffee and started toasting bread, for breakfast, when Carol came in I had my back to her and was working the toaster.  She quietly moved up behind me and put her arms around my waist and hugged me.  I was jumped at her touch, as I did not expect it, and quickly turned to face her.  She was still dressed in her night shirt and put her arms around my neck for a hug, then she kissed me, but not our usual peck on the cheek but she kissed me hard on the lips, then drew her head back and looked into my eyes.

 

 

I just stood there like an idiot, my emotions swinging, and I did not know what to do.  On one hand I did not want her to think I was like her stepfather, but on the other hand I did want her.  I think she saw the confused look on my face and she just smiled and sat down at the table.  I put the plate of toast down and got her a glass of milk, then sat down to read the morning paper.  She asked me how I slept last night and a cold streak of fear ran thru my body, did she know?  I calmed down enough to tell her just fine my eyes never leaving the paper, although I could not read it by then. 

 

After the toast was gone I excused myself and told her I was going to take my shower now as she had run to the bathroom first.  I got up and got some clean clothes and headed for the bathroom.  In my state a cold shower would have been more in order but I decided on my usual hot one.  As I began to soap up my body I felt a draft and turned to see Carol enter the shower behind me.  I almost had a heart attack, and dropped the soap, before I got my voice back enough to ask her what she was doing. 

 

She closed the distance between us and pressed her naked body to my back reaching around to hug my waist again.  Let me tell you this was a shock, but again I asked her what she thought she was doing, and she told me she wanted me, grinding her body against mine.  I tried to tell her that this was wrong, when I felt her hand grasp my now erect cock.  Well you know where the blood went and also the thought process, and I turned around to face her, she never let go of my hard cock.  I looked down at this beautiful naked girl with her hand stroking my cock, and all I could say is we shouldn’t.

 

She smiled up at me and said she could see I wanted her too, which was kind of evident.  I put my arms around her and pulled her tightly to my body, God I wanted her, but I knew it was wrong.  I broke the embrace and turned off the shower, stepped out and helped her out of the shower.  I grabbed a towel and handed it to her and started drying off with mine, no words passed between us as we each dried ourselves. 

 

Carol wrapped the towel around herself and headed out the bathroom door and I kind of followed.  Then I noticed she did not go into her bedroom to get dressed as I had thought she would be went into my bedroom.  When I went into the bedroom I found her sitting on the side of the bed, towel on the floor, naked and waiting for me.  I left my towel around myself and walked over and sat down beside her, it was time we had a talk. 

 

I told Carol that while I was flattered that she thought she wanted me, I was old enough to be her father.  And while I did admit she aroused me, I was not like her stepfather and could not take advantage of her.  She kind of half turned to face me, not bothering to try to hide her beautiful B cup breasts with nipples sticking out like pencil erasers, and smiled at me.  She then told me she knew I was not like her stepfather as I had never said anything out of the way to her and never tried to touch her in anyway.  She told me she had come out of the bathroom that first night knowing her breast were showing thru her tee shirt to see what I would do.  She said all I had ever been to her was kind and asked nothing in return, and that she had fallen in love with me, and she hoped I loved her too.

 

 

She sat there looking up at me with tears starting to form in her eyes waiting for an answer from me.  It was then I realized that I had fallen in love with my girl and there was no deigning it, so I smiled at her and told her I loved her too, as tears of joy broke loose from her eyes.  I pulled her to me and tried to kiss away each tear.  I had admitted my emotional love to her and now it was time to also admit my physical love for he also.  I stood up and removed the towel from around my waist, her eyes never left my erection, as again I sat down beside her,

 

 

I pulled her to me and kissed her lips with a tenderness I never knew I had, then when she responded to my kiss it turned into a passionate kiss, hard and demanding.  I felt her quiver and surrender herself to me, as I eased her back onto the bed.  As I lay beside her kissing her my hands finally wondered to her firm young breasts, her nipples like hard pebbles as I massaged them and she moaned into my mouth.  My lips started to travel also down her neck to the valley of her breasts, then up each peak until I claimed the prize at the top of each breast, her sweet hard nipples.  I licked and sucked and nibbled each one as if it were my last meal on earth and Carol squirmed and moaned, shaking her head from side to side.

 

 

My right hand had traveled to new territory, and found wetness between her legs.  As my fingers parted the slightly fuzzy lips of her wet pussy, Carol thrust her hips up to meet my hand.  I teased her wet pussy as my kisses traveled down her stomach to her lovely belly button.  My fingers found her clit, and her body jerked like she had been shocked by an electrical charge, her hip rising into the air trying not to loose contact with my fingers.  And still I kissed lower, stopping at the top of her mound of light fuzz and kissed around her pussy to the fleshy part of each of her thighs. 

 

 

Then I got my first close up look at her beautiful pussy, covered with a soft downy fur, leaking the nectar of the gods.  I could wait no longer as I spread the lips and gazed into heaven, my tongue traveling where my fingers had already been.   With her legs on my shoulders trying to squeeze my head I tongued her sweet pussy from her ass hole to her clit lapping up her sweet nectar.  Then my tongue found her erect clit, I licked and sucked and nibbled her clit much like I had done her nipples, and I felt her shudder in her first orgasm from a man, and lowered my mouth to catch it all.  She flooded my mouth with her cum and I drank down every drop, sucking her love tunnel for more.  It was then I plunged my tongue deep into her very being and found to my surprise her virginity was intact.  I tongue fucked her sweet pussy bring her to another orgasm before releasing her from my mouth.

 

I removed her legs from around my neck, and they limply dropped on the bed.  I moved up on the bed hovering over her looking at her smiling face, I dropped down to kiss her lips letting her taste her juices on my lips.  My hard cock was trapped between our bodies and I felt her hand trying to find it.  I raised my body slightly to give her access and she grabbed my cock and tried to move it into position at her love tunnel.  I looked down at her and asked if she was sure and she smiled up and me and whispered make love to me now please.  

 

 

How could I refuse, as she positioned my cock at the entrance to her hot wet pussy, I started applying gentle pressure.  Soon I felt the head slip in to her moist tight cavern, she grave a little grunt at the entrance of the head of my cock, so I waited until she got used to the feel before continuing to add pressure.  Now I am not what you would call too well endowed but my six inches must have felt like a telephone pole trying to enter her untouched sex.  After a few minutes I started applying pressure again and even though she was well lubricated it was still slow going, as I resisted the urge to just plunge ahead and bury my cock into her virgin pussy.

 

After getting about two inches in I felt the barrier that kept her from being a woman, and I eased back a little and started slow in and out motions, letting her feel the act of making love and getting her better lubricated.  After a minute or two of this I pulled almost all the way out of her and plunged in tearing away her innocents, and planting my cock all the way into her tight pussy.  She let out a sharp cry and tears formed in her eyes, but I stayed still and kissed away her tears letting her know it was over, she was now my woman.  I could feel her pussy tighten an let go of my cock, and after a while I started gently pulling back and pushing back in. 

 

 

Soon I could tell by the way she was thrusting her hips up to me my downward motions that the pain must have subsided.  I started pounding her pussy like there was no tomorrow and she met me thrust for thrust.  I know she had several orgasms as I felt her spasm around my cock, and it was not long before I was pumping rope after rope of my hot cum into her newly opened pussy.  I called out her name as I planted the last of my seed into her, and collapsed upon her in an exhausted heap.

 

 

I knew I loved Carol and now she was mine, I was so happy that she loved me too.  I rolled off of her and pulled her into my arms cuddling her and kissing her and telling her how much I loved her.  We fell asleep tangled in each other’s arms.  The next morning I awoke to the wonderful sensation of having my cock sucked by my beautiful girl.  After she swallow about a gallon of my cum, I pulled her up and returned the favor bring her to several orgasms.  Then we got up and showered together, slowly washing each other’s body and play and teasing the sensitive parts.  We dried off and went to the kitchen ate breakfast naked and returned to bed.  God we made love all day, slowly enjoying each other.  We got up and got dressed and went out to dinner, came back home and made love again.  Sleeping soundly in each other’s arms again. 

 

 

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had no picture.  I don't usually go for those because it means the person is just trying to hide what they look like (I weigh 165lbs, and not to be crude but having sex with a 300lbs woman is just awkward).  I digress I sent her an email after reading her profile because she actually took the time to list some her interests and discussed what she was looking for and I really felt she and I had some in common.  For instance our  love for hockey; yes it's not a sexually related thing, but it is great when you can share passions with people. 

After a couple of emails on the site she sent me her messanger name.  I added her as quickly as I could and awaited the day when she and I would be online together to chat some.  At first we just spoke about hockey and life when she and I first started chatting but then we moved quickly to the fact she is 40 and I'm just 23.  She was curious if I would have a problem with that.  My response was an immediate no, I'd had sex with women older than that and honestly for all the young guns out there women over 35 are horny like 16 year old boys; they want it all the time and they never want you to stop.  Which is good since most 23 year old are still like that.

From there we moved on to discussing sex, and she started talking about blow jobs.  Well I've never cum from a blow job and I've never had a woman take me all the way deepthroating (I'm far from huge, it's just the women I've slept with).  I expressed that to her and she responded that she could make me have an orgasm with one of her blowjobs.  I was all ears curious to know what she had in mind.  The next day I received an email on the hook up website.  She had laid everything she would do to me out in this awesome message (I still get rock hard thinking about it).  It went like this:

I would start by taking your cock in my hands and rubbing you while kissing you.  And then move down kissing your chest until I gave the tip of your cock a little kiss.  Grasping your balls with one hand, I would kiss and lick your head.  Then I take your head in my mouth and suck on it like a pacifier, tonguing around the edge as I did that.

After that I would slide my tongue down your entire shaft licking your whole cock making it nice and wet, lubing it up.  then I would go down and suck your balls, rolling them in my mouth.  Flicking my tongue across your crack every now and then.  Taking your balls with one hand, I would wraping the fingers from my other hand around your shaft and slide back up to the top of your cock and making sure I had lubed you again.  Then I would go all the way down to the base of your shaft.

 I would deep throat your cock feeling it's hot hardness throbbing in my moist mouth