On his body was his black Radiohead shirt with the words, “Hail to the Thief” emblazoned on the back and a design covering the chest. He left the café now, in his mind the mission to find a roof under which to stay for the night. Locating what he thought might be his chance, he entered a poorly cleaned glass door into a lobby. The exchange rate from American dollars to Czechoslovakian currency had made him immediately upper-class, and so when he saw the immaculately designed rugs and the polished brass sidings to the walls, he was not frightened to ask for a room. So far, through his journey through Europe, he had stayed in cheap youth hostels and camped on recently-made friends’ floors or couches. He had quite a bit of money left, so he figured he would indulge and room in a nice hotel. But he encountered a problem.

 

“I’d like a room please, just for one.” His voice added an imaginary question mark to the statement, as he did not expect the man behind the desk to respond. Oh, he responded. Just not in the way he needed. The man behind the desk spoke in his language, quickly, and seemed to be asking him something, but he couldn’t figure it out.

 

“English?” Our hero tried, but the man behind the desk shrugged. After another useless volley of unintelligible words, he was about to give up, when from behind him, he heard a lovely female voice speak to the man quickly. Then she turned to him and said in a refreshingly American accent, “You wanted a room for one right?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

She took our hero’s money and gave it to the man behind the desk, and the man behind the desk took a key on a plastic triangle off of a wall with many brass hooks and gave it to the young man before him. He turned to the girl, who was standing with the top of her head at the level of his chin, and said, “Thanks. And who do I owe the thanks to?”

 

“My multilingual mother, the traveling Henrietta Marks.” The girl rolled her eyes, as if embarrassed by her maternal provider. “But as for right now, you can thank Ellie Marks.”

 

“Ellie,” he repeated. “Thank you.”

 

“Eh, no problem,” Ellie said, shrugging and smiling. She made no attempt to walk away and end their meeting, however, and instead turned her body around and lifted her elbows so she was resting on the counter of the front desk, her legs crossed out in front of her as she stood, her hands dangling off the marble ledge. “You’re American, right?”

 

“How did you guess?” He asked, playfully.

 

“Well, I was making sure. You might be Canadian,” and a playful smile illuminated her face. This brightness seemed to emanate from her. Dishwater blonde hair cascaded down from her scalp and over her shoulders, down over two modestly sized breasts. “A lot of Americans, while traveling through Europe, tend to let on that they’re Canadian rather than American, so as to curb the common European dislike of those from Ole Miss USA. I do it all the time. Instead of Ellie Marks of California, I’m Ellie Marks of Manitoba.”

 

“That’s a really good idea,” he said, and then he motioned. “If you’re not doing anything, I’d love to have a conversation with someone who speaks English as well as I do.”

 

“Eh, why not? I’m here alone as well, actually. The minute I graduate from high school, the traveling Henrietta Marks sends me on this life-discovering journey through Europe alone, just as her mother had done for her. Not that I haven’t enjoyed myself.”

 

“Alone as well, huh? And how do you assume that I’m here alone and not just getting time away from the parents?” And while they walked down the hall toward the elevator, she commenced in a detailed description of him, carefully noting the backpack being of the traveler’s make, the small suitcase, the messily unclean hair (“which isn’t looking bad from my side of the elevator”), the “lost” look, everything.

 

“I know my travelers,” she said with a smile that dinged like a Colgate commercial when the elevator came to a halt and the doors opened. Together they walked down a brightly lit hallway toward the corresponding number on the key’s plastic triangle. When he opened the door, Ellie peered in. “Wow. Your room’s better than mine.” And she was right: a wondrous suite was laid out before them, split into two rooms, and then a bathroom. A grand king-size bed was in the next room, and this room had large windows overlooking the city (which was beginning to obfuscate with the coming of the evening) and a large TV by a gas fireplace. “Ritzy. And to think it cost you, what? A hundred American dollars?”

 

“For a night, yeah. I’m only here until then; I wasn’t supposed to stop here. My ticket expired or something. I didn’t really understand what the guy was saying.”

 

“Where are you going next?”

 

“Back to Deutschland,” he said. “I decided I’m going to stay there until my money runs out, then I hop on a plane at the Frankfurt airport and jet home.”

 

“And where is home?” Ellie asked him, leaning relaxed against the open door, tilting her head and looking at him in an almost affectionate way. He told her it was Eugene, Oregon. “Well that’s not far away from me. I’m from Northern California, up by Mount Shasta, you know. That isn’t a terribly long drive. Unless you’re going to go to college in Maine or something.”

 

“Nah, just going to go the U of O in Eugene. Stay home, have free room and board with the parents until I save up enough for an apartment.” They now sat comfortably on the giant sofa, the gas fire lit, the TV off, and the metropolitan soundtrack of Prague leaking in through the windows. “What’s the college plan for the traveling Ellie Marks?”

 

Throwing her head back, purposely dramatic, she said, “Oh please!” then brought her head down to smile at him kindly. “I haven’t decided yet. Perhaps U of O.”

 

“Really?” he asked.

 

“Really.”

 

“What peaked your interest in U of O of all things?”

 

“Oh, I think you did,” she said, widening her smile and laughing. He smiled too, and then it faded into an open-lipped nothing as he looked at her deeply, going from her eyes, to her lips, to her eyes, to her lips, and back again two or three more times. Ellie’s head tilted again in that sweet, sexy manner, and she brought herself up from her laid-back position against a giant pillow on the sofa, and sat with her back straightened, and one foot crossed up by her left thigh. When Ellie did this, she looked at him with inviting eyes, also wearing the open-lipped nothing on her mouth. He leaned forward and softly kissed her, and she kissed back ever so gently. A hand gripped hers and held it delicately as both rested on her luscious thigh.

 

Tongues then broke through the lips and danced between teeth in a romantic slow dance to the music their lips were orchestrating. His strong hands went to her smooth, thin waist and pulled it forward and her arms wrapped around his shoulders and the kiss continued for a minute or so. When it finally broke, Ellie looked at him, just as shocked as he was, and he smiled wonderfully, and she smiled back and kissed him hard, pushing him onto his back on the sofa, so she was lying on top of him. Her hands went to his chest and she massaged it, looking him in the eye while she felt his thin chest and rubbed her fingers over his ribs as if she was playing a harp. Behind them, their toes, now without shoes and socks, played together and the denims of their jeans rubbed. Under her tummy, Ellie felt a hardness swell.

 

“Now what have we here?” she asked. He was too shy to answer. “Does this excite you?”

 

He was no liar. “Yes, yes it does.” He gulped. “And, uh… you? Are you excited by this?”

 

Ellie Marks repositioned herself so she straddled him, her jean-covered knees now up by his ribs. She crossed her arms in front of her and grabbed the bottom of her top, and yanked up ward, ruffling her hair, which messily fell over her bra-covered breasts. The clasp was in the front on this particular bra and so she looked down at it, put her fingers to work, and undid it, yanking the undergarment from her shoulders, and discarding it. Her breasts were medium (he guessed a high B-cup or a low C-up), and tiny, dark red nipples were right in the right spots. They were hardened. “Does this answer your question?”

 

Stuttering, he said, “I think so,” and his two hands went to her now-bare waist and stroked the silky, white skin all the way up to the ribs and down.

 

“Have you ever been with a girl before?” Ellie asked.

 

“One or two,” he replied. “But we didn’t have sex or anything. I don’t think I saw one of them naked at all, and the other, only about as much as I’m seeing of you right now. But that was their problem. If I had had my way, I would have at least had oral sex or something.”

 

“Really!” Ellie exclaimed, excited and grinning wide. “That surprises me! Attractive young man as yourself, so inexperienced! Well, then, I won’t lie to you; we’re in the same boat. I’m a virgin as well.”

 

He mocked her playfully. “Really! Attractive young woman as yourself so inexperienced!” And they laughed and kissed some more, and her warm breasts came to his chest and the hard nipples dragged up and down the plain of his abdomen as she moved her body up and down. Before he realized what was happening, Ellie let out a slight sigh, which could have been a moan with some voice to it. Then it hit him: she was dry-humping him, bringing her clothed crotch to his hardened and covered member and applying pressure to stimulate her.

 

“I’m not as inexperienced as you think,” Ellie said, moving down his body and bringing her chin so it was resting in the basin of his bellybutton. “Remove your shirt, please.” Without hesitation, Radiohead came off of his top half. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle this half.” He was a bright young man, so he guessed at what she meant. She had performed oral sex on a man before. Soon, his pants were down around his ankles and her fingertips were lightly stroking his hairy inner thighs. Light kisses were being planted on his penis, up from the base, on the head, down the side, and then to the testicles, where he nearly jumped at the surprise attack of her tongue on the right one. Giggling, she asked, “Like this, do you?”

 

“Uh-huh,” he replied, nodding as elatedly as he could, given the simple bliss he was now receiving. After more kissing, then licking, Ellie soon, with her right hand, pulled his member upright and wrapped her warm, wet mouth around it, slowly stroking it with only her tongue and cheeks.

 

“Now, I haven’t done this much,” she said, withdrawing for a moment. “Let me ask you, are you the sort who practices in the art of masturbation?”

 

“Yes,” he said.

 

“Me too, good. So you aren’t so estranged to the feeling of pleasuring yourself.”

 

“No, I’m not.”

 

“Good. Then you shouldn’t come if I do it this way. My last boyfriend (I haven’t had many) taught me how to make a boy come by oral sex, but I don’t want this to be over yet. Unless you want to come in my mouth, of course? We do have all night, and I could wait until you get hard again.” Hearing this sweet girl talk this way nearly made him come on her neck right then and there. Ellie Marks had struck him as the strong and smart type, the kind who would have sex, but methodically, without many words, retreating to the more animalistic manner of human mating. But her love for words and her candid demeanor proved otherwise.

 

“And what possible use for a hard penis would you have, traveling Ellie Marks, except to suck on?”

 

“To tell you honestly, I would very much like for the both of us to lose our virginities on this night, in this city, in this hotel room. Together. I had seen you momentarily in the café across the street, and had found you very visually appealing.” Now it was an American reenactment of some British battle of words and vocabulary and grammar. They were showing off their linguistic skills. For these two young people were very smart in the ways of the language and had many wise thoughts. “And don’t you think I want to do this just because I find you attractive, kind sir. I find myself emotionally attracted to you as well. And to tell you honestly, I think I may be falling in love, though we’ve only just met. Does that sound unrealistic to you?”

 

“No, not at all,” he said, finding that he was feeling the same way about her. He told her this, and she smiled.

 

“Then I feel we were brought together,” Ellie said. “We must have been. Another candid thought I’m about to relate to you: I think we should continue our travels together. I had no real plans, and in order to keep you in this continent for a little longer with me, I have a set of grandparents that live in Germany, where you will be welcomed to stay with me, if you’d like. Then you won’t have to worry about lodgings. Only food, therefore, prolonging your stay on this romantic getaway we seem to be unfolding. Are you particularly adverse to any of the suggestions I’ve presented?”

 

“No, in fact, I’d rather enjoy being with you.”

 

“I’m glad,” she said, smiling lovingly at him and looking deep into his eyes. Then she gained back her college-instructor-demeanor and said, “Now! There is this matter of this erection I hold here in my hand. And the question is for you now: to come in my mouth, or not to come in mouth. That is the question.”

 

He chose the former; he wanted to come in her mouth. So instead of using her mouth only, she wrapped a firm hand around his staff and used her own saliva as lubrication to jerk him off into her lips. His penis was of a more-than-average size, stretching outward roughly six-and-a-half inches and had a circumference of approximately four-and-a-half inches. So it was fairly large, but Ellie’s mouth handled it expertly. The soft spot right below the (circumcised) head was about as far as her mouth would reach with her hand blocking the rest if her progress, and that spot was licked terrifically with her tongue at every stroke. Soon, his crotch began to experience that ever-familiar feeling. He warned her (though he didn’t feel he needed to, but out of politeness, he did) and she stroked longer and faster and harder until a long and steady stream of seminal fluid sprang from the head of his cock and reached far back into her throat. Ellie moaned a tiny, girlish moan, the vibration of which on the penis of her mouth seeming to have a sensual effect, and did her best to swallow her gift. Almost hungrily, she swallowed the last of the semen, and then inspected the surrounding area for drops that might have escaped. She found none.

 

“I must say,” she said after a minute of breathing silence. “Whatever diet you’re on is giving your seminal fluid an extremely agreeable taste.”

 

Not really sure how to respond with more than a simple, “Uh…thanks,” he said what he could.

 

“And not to mention your size, darling. My god, this is definitely the largest penis I have encountered.” Ellie let go of him and allowed his penis to soften. Crawling up along his naked body, she laid her head on his left breast and spoke to him. “Now comes the test. If you’re a normal boy, sexual thoughts should not be running through your mind right now. Well, not with the power to stimulate you, now that you have had an orgasm.”

 

Still a little breathless, he said. “I guess I’m a normal boy, yeah.”

 

“Okay,” she said. “Now, normal boys who are just after a girl for the purpose of pleasure and nothing else, can not easily lie and tell them they feel romantic feelings for them post-orgasm, unless, of course, they actually do have romantic feelings for them. So tell me how you feel about me.”

 

He looked down at her, and saw that she was now looking up at him, waiting for an answer. “I do feel for you, Ellie,” he said. “I find you a remarkable girl who I’d love to get to know better. You’re a wonder to speak to, you’re beautiful inside and out, and I enjoy being around you. Talking with you this afternoon, it really put me at ease.”

 

“I know you’re not lying,” she said. “I know liars, and my boy, you are not one of them.” He really did not mind someone his age (they were both nineteen) calling him “my boy.” But her sensuality had not subsided, as the only pleasure she had received was from dry-humping him, so she had to continue. “You said I’m beautiful inside and out, didn’t you?”

 

“That I did.”

 

“I bet when you said inside you didn’t think of physically inside did you?”

 

“No, I can’t say that-”

 

“Well, now it’s time for you to judge me on the inside, really see if I am beautiful.” And Ellie Marks stood up off the couch and removed her jeans and panties together, and he saw a tiny patch of black hair between her milky white thighs. Then she came back to the cough and sat against the left armrest, facing him, on her back, and she spread her legs for him. “Come,” she said. “Come closer, take a closer look.” And he did, turning over on his hands and knees and carefully approaching her. Between the white skin of her buttocks was a mound of pink skin, small, barely touched (except by herself).

 

“Beautiful,” he said to Ellie. “Gorgeous.”

 

“Thank you,” she said. Her thin belly was particularly worth beholding. She began to rub it, her abdomen, and one hand went to her left breast, where her fingers pinched her nipples. Then the hand that massaged her abdomen went to her vagina, where she spread the lips a bit and located her clitoris. Before this boy she barely met, she practiced one of her most sacred rituals, one of her most secret, private moments she often shared with her self. Carefully, she masturbated, both on her clitoris and on her nipple, and her eyes closed and her mouth opened, and she began to breathe heavily. “Touch me,” she told him and before she could take another breath, another hand was fondling her soft spots. “Put a finger inside me,” Ellie said, and he did. And she began to writhe with pleasure, letting out whispers of “ooh” and “huh” and things of the primitive like. After a while, she stopped and opened her eyes and looked at him. “And how is your penis doing?”

 

“I’m hard again, if that’s what you’re asking.”

 

“Good,” she said. And then she became very serious, and hiding, it seemed, a timidity behind her resolute expression. “Now, would you like to do this act of love on the couch, or on the floor, or on the bed, or in the shower, or-”

 

“On the bed,” he said. Ellie smiled wide and rose from the couch. In school, she had been a swimmer, so her body was thin and supple, and he grew very in love with it. Standing there, she looked at him, waiting. “Well come on, silly, I can’t just masturbate in there. You have to get up to. Come on.” These last two words came in an indelibly sensual whisper that compelled him upward. Once on his feet, he felt a little dizzy, but then gained his stature and followed the angelic naked young girl into the next room. Her buttocks were firm and the separating crack between the cheeks went high, and gave her a very attractive look from behind. Firm thighs, lilywhite, moved like heavenly bodies through the sky of the room, and then she did something that etched his love for her into stone. Ellie Marks turned her head over her shoulder and looked at him so lovingly as she entered the next room, smiling with only her lips. He took his steps slowly into the next room and when he reached it, the bedside lamp was already on, and Ellie was already on her back on the bed, wonderfully made with a lush, white down comforter.

 

“It’s very soft on my skin,” she said, letting her timidity over losing her maidenhead shine through a little bit more like a morning sun through slit blinds. He crawled onto the bed and immediately, she spread her knees for him, and he came between them, leaning down and planting a passionate kiss on her lips. “You don’t need to worry,” she whispered. “My mother lost her virginity on her lonely Europe trip and so she packed me with a wide variety of contraceptives. Including emergency contraceptives. I want my first time to be as nature intended, without the use of some polypropylene prophylactic. Agreed?” And her professor’s demeanor diminished and she looked him square in the eye and said, “I want you to come inside of me.”

 

Only a nod, and then he positioned his hips on hers, and took a few breaths. She was moist and well lubricated down South, and he put the head of his penis into that moistness. Ellie’s eyes closed and she lay there waiting, biting her bottom lip. Slowly, and more slowly, he pressed his penis into her and her breathing became sharp. Whispers of “ow, ow, ow, ow” came, but she did not allow him to retract. Keeping his steady push forward, or inward I should say, he soon came to her hymen. Demanding in a surprising tone obviously brought on by fear and pleasure, Ellie said, “Break it.”

 

And it was done.

 

Ellie let out a whine and cringed her face in pain, gritting and baring her teeth, and he tried to pull out from her for fear of hurting her more, but she brought her heels up and clamped him in his position. “Don’t…move…love…” she said. “Stay right where you are, and thrust. Slowly. Gently. Please,” Ellie said. “You’ve got to counter pain with pleasure.”

 

And so he did. Ever so gently, he thrust his entire length into her and came out halfway, and then repeated. Slowly…slowly…slowly… Her insides felt so warm and tight that he was not sure how much longer he would last. The walls of Ellie’s vagina were hugging his penis, clutching it, squeezing it, half voluntarily for the purpose of sex, and half involuntary for the purpose of cringing in pain. Steadily, he continued to make love to her, and he watched her face fade finally from her grimace, to an expression of ecstasy.

 

“You can speed up now, if you like,” Ellie told him through her panting.

 

So he did, but not much. Ellie’s heels were still on his behind, pushing him in with every stroke. “Oh,” she said, “oh, my, your pelvic bone, oh, your pelvic bone is, mm, rubbing against my clitoris. Oh this is wonderful. Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop this…until you’ve come inside me.”

 

He kissed her and put his chest on hers, feeling her breasts on his chest, squeezing against them. They were making love and Ellie thought it was beautiful. Her hands went onto his back and rubbed it up and down, and she put her right hand in a cup and put it on the back of his neck and scratched (almost too hard) his lower back with her fingernails. “Oh my god,” she was saying. “I never thought it would be like this. Oh, oh, oh…” And much to his surprise, she spasmed, her arms flailed out to he side and her back arched. Her heels finally disengaged from his buttocks and kicked upward. Learning his lesson and not pulling himself out of her, he asked what was wrong.

 

“Oh, nothing,” Ellie replied, between huge gasping breaths. “Nothing is wrong. Everything is right. That, my dear, was an orgasm to rival all orgasms. And I couldn’t help notice that you’ve,” and she paused, trying desperately to become the wordy, intelligent college professor again, “that you’ve…um…stopped. Please. Do go on.”

 

And while he did, she spoke. “Oh, I love you. I don’t care how long I’ve known you. This is love. Any man that can make me come in the most invigorating orgasm of my nineteen-year-life deserves my love. Please don’t stop, please, don’t. Keep going. Keep going. Come inside me. Come inside me.”

 

Ellie spasmed again with her second orgasm, letting out a ecstatic scream this time. And when the orgasm seized control of her vaginal walls, it tightened them and squeezed the young man’s penis and he could hold no longer. Long streams of semen shot back into her vagina and he shook, trembling against her. They lay there for a long time, breathing, holding on another. He did not go soft, however, and they wound up making love again. This time, Ellie turned them so that she was on top and she took him, riding him into ecstasy one more time before their energy left them and they fell asleep together.

 

The next day, Ellie purchased a ticket for the same train as her new love, and they rode it all the way to Germany, where they spent two and a half more weeks, dating, getting to know each other, and yes, making the occasional love. They went back to the states together and Ellie Marks enrolled at the University of Oregon with him, and they stayed together for a very long time, eventually marrying. Until the end of their lives together, they never forgot the day they met in Prague, and the instant love that swept them.

 

THE END

My wife had won Employee of the Year and she had celebrated a little too much. Never one that could hold her liquor (I always considered her a cheap date) she stumbled into the house after the banquet and giggling she bumped each wall as she made her way to our bedroom. She almost made the door but the heel of her shoe caught the last stair and if I hadn’t been behind her she would have fell ass over appetite back down.

I helped her to the door of our room and she fell onto the bed, where she immediately passed out. I took off her high heels and proceeded to undress her so she would be more comfortable to sleep off her drunkenness. She lay there on top of the covers in just bra and thong underwear and I had a brief notion to take advantage of her but I remembered the sleeping Amy on the couch.

I did not want to make a lot of noise making love to my wife and get caught by our babysitter so I changed into a pair of jogging shorts, a t-shirt and proceeded to head back down stairs to wake Amy and take her home.

I almost had a heart attack as I entered the living room. Amy had been dressed in a little crop top and short denim skirt when she had arrived earlier in the evening and where she lat on the couch on her side with her legs drawn up in the fetal position I could see directly up to her bottom.

Her cute pink bikini panties were the only thing that covered what I so desired to see. My mouth went dry and my pants bulged. She was of course unaware that she was on display and I felt a little guilty that I was standing there gazing with lust at her. But that aside I did stare and felt a drop of pre-cum forming on my now hard cock.

I stood there staring at her almost naked ass for what seemed like hours nut really was only a few minutes. I decided I wanted a closer look so I made the few steps that was away from the couch and stared down at her. I noticed as I looked at her chest that her left nipple was erect and there was an abundant amount of cleavage exposed.

She was not overly endowed in the breast area but she was what I considered equally proportioned. The swell of her boobs were exciting and I couldn’t resist the urge to tweak her little eraser size nipple just once. As my hand reached a little closer I had to jump back because it was at this time that she decided to change positions and rolled on her back.

I waited for several moments to determine if she would awaken, but soon her breathing once again became shallow so I was confident she was still soundly sleeping.

Her right hand was perched squarely on her right breast the left hand down beside her. I was shocked as I stood there when I realized she was actually lightly kneading her boob. Her bra encased nipple turned erect and she pinched at it with her thumb and first finger.

She unconsciously spread her legs a little more as the erotic sensations she was causing herself was obviously sending sparks of horny feelings to her young mound. A slight smile formed on her mouth as she now fondled her breast more aggressively.

She draped her left hand across her partially bare stomach and I noticed goose bumps forming on her exposed flesh. I was now more excited than I had been in a long time and I wanted to take over caressing her but I didn’t want to waken her form the sexy interlude so I instead grabbed my erect cock and lightly stroked the length as I stood glued to spot.

It wasn’t too long that her left hand slowly dove under the elastic at the top of her skirt and came to rest on the top of her tiny pink underwear. I moved a few steps to the side so I had a clear view of her hand as she caressed her covered mound.

Her breathing I noticed had become heavier and she parted her lips slightly that she could gulp more air. The smile was gone to be replaced with a alight moan as her middle finger delved between her legs and lightly stroked her little love button. Her legs spread further to give her better access to her damp mound.

I was beyond excited! My raging hard on was threatening to peek out from the bottom of my shorts so I reached in and brought my cock out in the open. The cool air inside the living room caused me to shiver as I grabbed the shaft just below the mushroom head and lightly stroked my hand up and down.

I went slowly so I didn’t blow a load before I got a chance to see how far Amy would go masturbating herself.

I did not have to wait long because she had now taken to try to stuff her panties in her wet hole with three of her fingers. I could detect the distinct odor of her arousal and knew she was getting wetter and more excited as she humped at her fingers.

I was now jacking off with wild abandon and I lost my head as I dropped to my knees and brought my face close to her inner thighs. I watched closely at her fingers fucking herself over her underwear and I looked up to see her eyes tightly shut and a frown that I took to be frustration. 

I dared moving her hand away from her pussy and grabbed at the elastic of her underwear at the V of her legs and pulled it back there by exposing her little pink pussy. I took her hand and put it back on her mound and she realized still in her sleep that she now had complete access to her dewy hole.
How she kept from waking up was beyond me as she inserted her middle finger between her slightly parted lips and buried it deep inside her pussy.

I watched for a few minutes as she fucked herself before I got brave or stupid and leaned in and licked at the clit that had peeked its head out from the protective hood. I heard a sharp intake of breath and she tried to remove her finger and rise up. I grabbed her wrist and held it to her and put my other hand on her stomach so she couldn’t get up.

“Oh my God Mr. Walker what are you doing?”

She was embarrassed that she had been caught asleep on the couch and didn’t know how or why she was in the predicament she faced herself.

I only licked her faster and used her wrist to fuck her tight hole faster.

“Mmmm, Mr. Walker you shouldn’t please let me up.”

I shook my head and lapped at her button more and more. She laid back and I wondered if she was just appeasing me or if she really wanted me to continue. I got my answer as she sighed and reached her hand and caressed the back of my head lovingly.

I knew I had her and I let go of her wrist. She did remove the finger from inside her probably embarrassed to be found masturbating with her own digit. That was OK I took advantage and inserted my much larger finger in to the first knuckle.

“Oh, oh, your finger is too big, Mr. Walker,” she whispered. “Please don’t put it in any further.”

I decided that I would grant her wishes and fingered her no deeper. I did notice however that she was leaking copious amounts of sweet juice and I removed my finger to replace it immediately with my tongue.

 I extended my tongue as far as I could in her humid depths and licked upwards hoping to bump her G spot. She hips bumped up into my face crushing my nose against her pubic bone.

“Mmmm, no one has ever done this to me. Oh it feels so good. I shouldn’t let you Mr. Walker but what you are doing is so good. I feel so naughty but I can’t help it. Unhh, your tongue is so big in me.”

I continued to lap the nectar that seemed an endless flow, my face now covered and running down my neck. I had to finally wrap my arm around her waist to keep her hips still. I was having a hard time licking her as she was wiggling her lower half all over the couch.

I reached with the hand that was wrapped around her and spread the upper half of her vagina and attacked the little button that was rearing its head begging for attention. Sucking her clit in between my lips I furiously licked it with just the tip of my tongue. Attacking with a renewed vigor I sucked and licked her little button. Her moans of ecstasy were like music to my ears. I wanted her to cum and cum hard.

I brought my other hand around and inserted my middle finger in her tight box and crooked it upward searching for the rough spot I knew would give her the ultimate climax. I found the G spot and rubbed vigorously. Her hips bucked up violently and she gasped.

“Oh, oh, what are you doing? That feels wonderful, Mr. Walker. I feel like…Oh yes I’m going to cum. Oooo yes lick me harder.”

She actually shot a small amount of clear liquid from her pussy that I felt hit m chin but as much as I wanted to lap up those juices I sucked at her clit harder and rode the waves of her orgasm.

She grabbed the back of my head and pressed my face harder into her mound and fucked her hips up and down on my face and chin as she succumbed to the passion of her climax. Her pussy was squirting again and I pulled my finger out of her box and clamped my mouth around her whole mound and sucked the juices that flowed from her hot cavern.

“Oh God Mr. Walker stop, please you have to stop. My whole body is tingling.”

I slowed my sucking and lightly licked the fluid from around the entrance and rested my head on her thigh.

Her lower body finally stilled and her breathing slowed.

She was first to speak. “I’m so embarrassed that I let you do that. I know it’s wrong and I should have stopped you but I couldn’t help it. What you were doing I’ve never felt like that before.”

“There really is nothing for you to be ashamed about, Amy. I am the adult and I should control my actions but you are so beautiful and sexy I couldn’t help but to kiss your sexy body.”  

To be continued.

  

"oh yeah how was that?"

"it went really well, i actually had not seen him in 3 years and wound up kissing him."

"you have no idea how jealous i am."

"why, its not like youve never seen me grab my tits."

"yeah, but i have wanted to kiss you since tenth grade in math class."

She was very active in school. She was in band, the Spanish club, prom committee, and always had homework. She was a very smart girl, but she didn’t like for people to see that side of her, she was scared that guys would find her even less attractive if they knew she was. She was also rather popular.

She had one friend, the leader of her click you could say, that looked similar to her, just smaller and with more girlie features. They could have been twins if it were not for Melissa being a little smaller. All the guys in here school wanted to date and fuck her. More like fuck her. Then there was Stacy. Stacy and Tara were considered Melissa’s sidekicks. Stacy was shorter and more square bodied. She had short curly dirty blonde hair and small green eyes. Melissa would always tell Stacy that she would get more guys if she would lose some pounds. Tara asked Melissa one day in anger, “Then why in the hell don’t I get guys, you and I could be twins Mel, only I’m taller with more curves”. Melissa was shocked by this out burst. “Well” she replied in a condescending tone, “Guys like girls that are shorter and smaller that them, your like the Jolly Green Giant, Tara”. Tara clenched her teeth. “Well, Mel, I’ll be happier with the man I end up with, you will just end up with someone who wants your body and nothing to do with your mind you fucking BIMBO”. Stacy looked at Tara in shock as her mouth feel open. “Besides, you’re a tease and you know it. You are just dying to let loss, but you can’t let yourself go. Face it, they only want you for your body, they won’t even hold you when they are done screwing you, that’s why you won’t sleep with any of them” Tara scolded Melissa. Melissa looked at her almost in tears, “Shut up Tara, you’re just a slut, and you are unhappy with the way that you look. So leave me alone you whore”. Tara smiled a cocky smirk, “Mel dear, if you have forgotten we are all still virgins here. We have sat here in your room for years talking about not losing it until we were ready, and we made a pact, remember?”. She got up and went to Melissa’s chest-of-drawers and opened the last one and pulled out a spiral note book. She handed it off to Stacy. “Remember this Stac?” she asked her. “Yeah, I do. But, what am I supposed to do with it?” she looked up at Tara puzzled. “We are gonna write a new pact” she grabbed a pink cancer awareness pen from Melissa’s desk. “Here, you have the best hand writing. Write this down.” Tara cleared her throat and looked at Melissa. “We will have sex with whoever and whenever we want. Melissa will stay the virgin of the group because she’s an uptight bitch”. Stacy nodded as she wrote, she had an evil grin on her face. Tara took the pen after Stacy had signed it, then she herself signed it. “Mel dear, it’s your turn” she said with a cocky smile handing her the pen. Melissa slapped her hand in anger, “That isn’t funny and you know it”. Tara got up off the bed and walked to the door. “C’mon Stacy, let’s go, we have better friends than her, we don’t need her”. Stacy got up and quietly said “Bye Mel. See ya later”. Melissa flipped them both off as they left. Tara and Stacy climbed into Tara’s truck and drove off.

2 years later

During the middle of Tara’s’ senior year her and Stacy were still close friends. This year Tara was a cheerleader and Stacy was a flag girl. Tara had lost some weight. Guys were beginning to see her for the attractive young woman she was. She met an older guy. His name was Henry. At this time Tara was 18 and Henry was 23. It was exciting to her, dating an older man. Henry was very good looking. He was about 6’2” with a stocky build. He had darker skin with bedroom brown eyes and long thick eyelashes that drove Tara nuts. All her other friends were jealous, because they all had high school boyfriends.

Of course, Henry was more experienced that Tara. She had kissed, been felt up, had a guy rub her pussy, but that was it. Henry tried to teach her many things. One night they were at his house alone and he looked at her and said “Baby, my cock is so fucking hard right now, please suck it”. She looked at him, stunned. “HENRY” she cried “I DON’T KNOW HOW TO YOU KNOW THAT, YOU ALSO KNOW I’VE NEVER SEEN ONE”. He got turned on my the thought of her tight little cunt, she had allowed him to play with it a little one night. “C’mere baby doll, I’ll teach you” he spread his legs “get on your haunches and open your mouth”. Being so in love with him, she did what he said. She got on her knees and looked at him and opened her mouth a little. “Now” Henry said “ lean in”. He pulled his short down in the front and pulled out his long hard cock. She just stared as he pushed her head in more. He pushed his cock into her mouth and moaned in pleasure “Yeah baby doll that’s it. Now suck and lick it a little” She started to suck and move her tongue around his cock. He moan a little more “Now I’m gonna move your head up and down on it, it feels better that way”. He grabbed a hand full of her hair and started to move her head and mouth up and down on his meat “don’t stop sucking baby, don’t stop”. She started to suck on his throbbing cock harder, she was beginning to enjoy this. She watched his face, how he bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes, and she loved his moans. She had never seen a cock before and she thought that is was amazing, captivating. She found herself getting more and more into the moment. She began to suck harder, bobbing her head up and down faster. She even reached up and played with his balls. He jumped when she did this, he moaned louder “OH BABY DOLL THAT’S IT. PLAY WITH MY NUTS. I’M GETTING’ CLOSE BABY, I WANT YOU TO SWALLOW IT ALL!!”. She moaned as he began to move his hips up and down fucking her face. She could feel his legs tighten up and the nuts in her hands began to tighten up. His moaning became louder and louder. “I’M CUMMMMMMIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!”. She felt a hot loud of his seed hit the back of her throat making her gag. She tired to swallow all of it but it was too much, she pulled back as another load hit her in the face. He gabbed his cock pumping more cum out of his slit as it slid down the cock, hands, and nuts. She looked at him with an odd look on her face. He sat there slowing his pumping and looked at her. “That was amazing baby doll, you’re so good at sucking cock” he said with a huge smile on his face “did it taste good”. She nodded her head. He leaned over and pull her face to his and lick his cum off her face and kiss her deeply, she could taste the tangy cum on her tongue again. She broke their kiss, and softly said “I’ve never had anything like that, it felt awesome, I was really getting into it. I got a little wet doing it. I liked hearing you moan and watching your face”. She slowly ran her hand down to her pussy and rubbed it a little through her jeans.

She stood up and slowly pulled her shirt over her head. She stood there in her red bra and jeans. Henry stared at her. His eyes scanning her curves, his limp dick was now starting to get hard again. She looked down and noticed as a smile came to her face as her eyes met is again. “I think I’m ready now, Henry” she said as she un buttoned her jeans and turned and walked towards his room. She got into his room and took her pants off and stood there in her matching thong and bra. Henry came around the corner into the doorway, he had put his cock back into his shorts. She slowly walked over to him and took his hand and put it in the curve of her neck. She tip-toed and kiss his lips softly. She smiled at him and whispered, “You can touch me ya know”. He smiled at her and pulled him to her in a deep kiss. His hands began to roam all over her body. She moans into his mouth as she tip-toes more. He reaches around and picks her up by her ass cheeks as she wraps her legs around his waist, he carries her to the bed. As he feels his knee hit the bed he falls forward, the whole while they never break their kissing.

He ran his hand up her back and with a snap of his fingers her bra was un hooked. She had never let him take her bra off. Finally, he broke their kiss and pulled her bra slowly away from her body. Her nipples were hard as he look upon them for the first time. He couldn’t help himself, he dove right in and kissed, licked, and suck all over her large, warm , and soft breast. “Baby doll”, he said, “These are awesome, why wouldn’t you let me see them before”. She was panting in pleasure as she moaned “I dunno baby, I don’t know”. He began to kiss down her stomach, she began to giggle, he had forgotten she was ticklish. He ran his hand down her sides to the top of her thong and slowly pushed it down. He saw her little cunt for only the second time, but this time it was shaved, all except one little landing strip. He could still hear her soft moan as he licked her lips for the first time. She sat up in shock “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HENRY??”. He smiled at her, “Eating your cunt baby, just lay back it will feel good, don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you”. She lean back and propped herself up on her elbows. She watched as he ran his finger tips over her pussy lips. She sighed in pleasure as he did this. He slowly opened her outer lips exposing her little red clit. He licked his lips and flicked out his tongue and licked her clit. Tara moaned in please thinking “OH MY FUCKING GOD, THIS IS WONDERFUL, WHY DIDN’T I LET HIM DO THIS BEFORE”. She fell back as he shoved his face deeper into her cunt eating her with such force.

By this time she was screaming, “HENRY, FUCK HENRY, EAT MY CUNT BABY, IT FEEL SO FUCKING GREAT BABY, EAT IT, MORE BABY MORE!!”. He began to probe he tiny hole with this tongue as it darted in and out of her. She was now pulling his hair and wrapping her legs around his head. He felt her body shake and spasm as she was beginning to cum. She started to scream, “HENRY WHAT’S HAPPENING BABY WHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!”. She had cum for the first time in her like and it seemed to last hours. Henry thought to himself, “Her cunt is so wet and hot, fuck she taste good, she must taste it”. He licked up more of her juices and let go of her pussy and leaned up and kissed her. She tasted something sweet in her mouth as he began to kiss her again. She used to think of this as being gross, but once she tasted her own juices, she knew this would be something she would want the rest of her life.

She broke their kiss, and looked into his eyes, she was still breathing hard, she asked “Did I just have an organism?”. Henry chuckled, “Yes baby doll, you did”. He kissed her again. He stood up and pulled his shirt and shorts off, his cock was harder now then it was before. He laid back down in between her legs. He kissed her hard and deep.

Henry grabbed his cock and rubbed the head of it against Tara’s cunt lips that were still socking wet from her juices. Tara thought, “Here it comes, he’s gonna go in, I hope it doesn’t hurt, I hope I don’t cry, I hope it feels good as some of the girls at school say”. Henry found her little cunt hole and began to push.

Tara’s eyes came open as she broke their kiss and screamed a little and stared at him. His eyes were closed. She felt the head of his dick squeeze into her virgin pussy. He moaned and stopped for a moment. He put his hand at the base of his cock, he had forgotten how good a virgins cunt felt.

Tara’s eyes were tearing up as she looked up at him. Henry looked down at her and smiled, he thought, “God, this is gonna be a great fuck”. He pushed into her further and with a little harder push his hard cock plunged deep into her. Tara panicked “OH MY GOD, IT HURTS IT HURTS!”. Her tears began to flow. He began to pump in and out of her. “Just wait” Henry said with a grin, “It will feel so much better baby doll. But, your tight little cunt fell awesome around my big cock. Fuck baby it’s amazing”. He began to fuck her harder and harder. She became quite hoping her would stop once he didn’t hear her anymore. Henry was in his own world, just fucking her now deflowered cunt. She lay there limp as he fucked her harder and harder. Tara was thinking the entire time “he said he wouldn’t hurt me, but he’s hurting me now, he’s not rapping me, because I wanted it”. After a few more minutes it began to feel nicer, and better. She began to enjoy herself. Her legs wrapped around his waist. She began to moan and grind her still tender cunt into him more. He moaned “Yeah baby doll, told it would be better, fuck my dick, you know you like it, you want me to fuck you harder”. She moaned “Yes baby, more, it feel so good, why didn’t we do this sooner”. Henry knew he was going to cum soon. His pounding grew faster and harder. Tara realized her body tightened up as she began to cum and squeeze her pussy even tighter on his throbbing member as she came. “FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK” she scream at the top of her lungs as her ass came off the bed, she was cumming hard than before. Henry couldn’t hold back and more. He plunged his cock deeper and harder into her pussy as his cum ran up his shaft, out of him, and filling her pussy. He threw his head back in pleasure and moan “I’m CUMMMMIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG”.

Both of them fell limply against one another. He pulled out of her slowing, his cock growing limp but still throbbing. Tara sat up and looked down as Henry went to bathroom to clean up. She saw the cum and blood seeping from her pussy onto the sheets. She stood up with wobbly legs and slowly walked to the bathroom. She came up behind Henry and kissed the back of his neck. He pulled away and turned around and said “I have to work in the morning, you need to get dressed and go home, your parents will get pissed if you late, I’ll get your clothes”. Not once did he look he in the eyes. Tara was stunned. Henry walked past her and she stood there not moving her mouth opened a little. He came back and handed her, her clothes and said, “C’mon, hurry”. Her mind went blank as she got some toilet paper and cleaned up. She got dressed slowly because not only did her non-virgin cunt hurt, but so did her body, she was very weak. He came to the doorway again and said, “Aren’t you done yet?”. He was already dressed in his shirt and shorts again. Tara slowly answered, “Yeah….yeah….let me wash my hands and face really fast”. Henry rolled his eyes and walked into the living room. Tara slowly turned on the hot and cold water rinsing her hands then leaning down splashed water on her face. After she had patted her face dry with a towel, she looked in the mirror, and thought “You’re a woman now”. She walked out of the bathroom and clicked off the light and went to the living room. She walked to Henry’s side and leaned to kiss him, he pulled away and said, “You’d better get going, you’re already late, your ass is gonna be in some shit if it gets any later”. She stood up and walked to the door, she turned and looked at him “You know what, FUCK YOU! You used me you son-of-a-bitch, how could you?”. He didn’t say anything and didn’t look at her.

Tara ran outside to her truck and hauled ass home. Her parents weren’t up when she got home, so she ran to the laundry room and undressed and put her clothes into wash.

She walked slowly to her bathroom naked, and closed and locked the door behind her. She turned on the hot water and let the tub feel up as she looked in the mirror.

She began to curse herself remember what she had said to Melissa 2 years earlier, “…they won’t even hold you when they’re done screwing you”. Tara scolded herself, “Now, Tara dear, you’re nothing but a slut, a slut, a fucking SLUT. I hate you, I can’t believe you did all those things. It’s all your fault. Now everyone will know you’re just a slut!”

As the mirror fogged up, she moved away and stepped into the bathtub. As she sat down what cum and blood that was left on her body washed away, she began to sob quietly into her hands.

To Be Continued….

      Dallas stopped and sat straight on the bench. “Then how’s about repaying me?” He slid off his shorts, liberating his stiff cock.
      “Dallas…” She hesitated.
      “Come on, Ms. Kirk, repayment…”  Dallas had again that mischievous glint in his blue eyes. Sarah couldn’t resist; she took Dallas’ head into her mouth.
      “Ugggh…” She started to fondle his shaft, and then took his entire eight-inches into her mouth, as he murmured obscenities of pleasure.
      “Fuck, baby, yeah…Goddamn, yeah…” Dallas realized he didn’t need to tell Ms. Kirk he was about to come…
      …Which he did. “Ahhh…” To his surprise, she swallowed it and licked the rest of the cum off his head. She started to stand, thinking they were done.
      “Dallas, I-”
      “Hey, Ms. Kirk, I got some more…Lemme see that pretty pussy.” Sarah gulped, then quickly complied, removing her skirt and thoroughly-wet panties. Dallas sat her on the bench, and was about to penetrate her.
      “Dallas, we can’t…not without…You know.”
      Dallas chuckled and murmured, “Yeah, I’m pretty potent…” He leaned over and opened his locker. He rummaged through its contents-water bottles, T-shirts, issues of Playboy, Penthouse, and the like, lubricant- and grabbed what he was searching for, a condom. “Fits like a glove.”
      With that, Dallas held Sarah and slowly started pounding into her, increasing in intensity. They both began moaning and soon screaming, until they both orgasmed, with a hearty “Fuck!” moaned by Dallas at the apex.
      They both stood and began to dress, Dallas with a lethargic grin on his face.
      “So, how about that interview?” Dallas joked.
      Sarah was hastily putting away her things, as the doors to the gym were heard being opened. “Oh…I’ll bull shit something…Well, uh, good day, Dallas.” The entering basketball team was briefly treated to a view of the interviewer, disheveled hair, crumpled clothes, and all.
      “Hey, man.” Dallas and his friend Joe high-fived. Dallas still had on his smile. Joe looked around, and then at Dallas. “Wait…no, you didn’t…” Dallas winked

     "Shit, man!”
      “How’d the interview go, Dallas?” asked another teammate with a coy smile.
      “Pretty good.”

When Cindy arrived home there was a moving truck net door and several burly men were moving furniture into the old Peterson house.  The Petersons had been nice enough she though and went into her house without giving it a second thought.

Upstairs she felt the urge building again, so she decided to get a little privacy by taking a nice long bath.  She took her time undressing and felt the smoothness of her clothes as they slipped off her soft white skin.  Her bath water was running as her hands roamed over her small breasts again.

Slowly she removed her panties and slide her hand down between her legs.  She was so excited she nearly came as her fingers brushed her outer lips.  She decided that she would avoid the mess by sitting in the tub to finish.

She sat down and grabbed the soap lathering her body and enjoying everyminute of the hot water tickling her vagina.  The bar of soap began at her breasts and slowly migrated down between her legs. 

She felt a warm wave of pleasure wash over her as the soap grazed the thin strip of hair just above her virginity.  She moved the soap lower to fulfill her desire.  Her eyes closed tight as she repared to give into the pleasure.

She began to sweat as the soap moved over her vagina at a fevered pace.  She worked faster, but her pleasure was still too far away.  She through the bar of soap on the floor and let her fingers move over her clit at faster and faster.  Her eyes tightened as she approached climax.  The sweat poured down her face as she began to cum.  A wave of pleasure washed over her as her juices were washed away by te soapy water.  She trembled and wimpered as her orgasm hit her from inside of her virgin womb.  She grabbed the wash rag and bit down on it to avoid screaming out loud.  Finally it was over beads of sweat still poured down her face and into her now open eyes stinging them.  She sat there in the tub trembling and shaking slightly trying to gather the strength to stand and thinking about how desperately she wanted to lose her virginity.

the end. i swear this is a true story...this guy mike and i still get together and have fuckfests.

Well, my friends and I were talking at school, and one of my best friends, Stephani, "just happened" to mention that she saw her brother masturbating. Now, I'm sure that you're aware that even it these crazy times, it's not a very common thing when your best friend tells you that she watched her brother jerking off. I was surprised, and somewhat aroused at the idea of Stephani's brother, Andy, who was tall, strong, black (like me), and had just turned 17. I never told this to Stephani, but I often thought of how things could be with just me and him, alone together. I never told this to Stephani, but maybe she caught me glancing at him a little too often. Maybe that's why she was bringing this up...

"Oh yeah," she said in response to a question I had just asked her. "He's big. It's like nine inches long. And thick too. You would like him, Tamara."

Okay, now I knew what Stephani was doing. There was no doubt that she was trying to get me together with Andy. Mmm, Andy...

"You know, he really likes you. You two should get together, get to know each other." said Stephani "After all, he's my brother, and the two of us are practically like family. What's mine is yours."

"Maybe I should meet him" I said. I had an unsure feeling about his, even though I knew exactly what was going to happen. I thought about andy sometimes when I played with myself and, although I thought he was sexy, I was sure it wasn't a one way feeling. I saw the way he looked at me when I went over to Stephani's house, and I noticed his erections that he thought he could hide from me.

"You know" said Stephanie "My parents are going to be out next Thursday, and I'm going to be at Jenny's house. Maybe that would be a good time to meet him."

We both knew we were talking about something sexual, and we both knew we both knew. There was no point in putting it off any more.

"I'll do it" I said, feeling confident, excited, and aroused.

And so Thursday came, and the house's occupants had left. Andy and I sat together in the living room, both knowing what was on each other's minds, but neither of us willing to say it. We had been talking for around half an hour, but a silence ensued when we realized that neither of us had anything else to say.

"So" said Andy "do you have a lot of boyfriends?"

"No, not really" I said "I can't let boys tie me down. I need to do things on my own."

"You know," said Andy "there are some things that are a lot more fun with two people"

"Like what?" I asked. Finally we were getting somewhwere.

"Like this" he said, and he leaned over and kissed me.

"I like that" I said, and kissed him back. We kept kissing for a while, and we started to slide over as we made out, so that I was on my back, and he was on top of me. Now, remember, I was only 13 years old, and here I was with Andy's big warm body pressed against mine, the two of us connected by our hot, wet mouths. It was then that I startes to notice something else getting hot and wet. I didn't do a lot of stuff with boys, so, as I'm sure you can imagine, I was excited as hell.

I didn't want to seem too direct, so I reached under his shirt and put my arms around him. I started rubbing his warm, slightly hairy chest, and, seeing my message, took off his shirt.

"You said you didn't want a guy to tie you down" Andy whispered "What if he were to pin you?"

"Soon" I said "Soon"

Andy took off my shirt, and started playing with my breasts. He started rubbing them gently, playing with them. He took his tongue, and ever so lightly licked one of my nipples. My pants started flooding by this time and, since I wasn't wearing inderwear, Andy noticed. He made some remark, I can't remember what, and slowly took off my pants. I thought he was going to fuck me then and there, but instead he started fingering me. He got a rhythm going, and I started gently moaning. I was getting close to orgasm when ge suddenly stopped. I asked him what he was doing. He told me I had to repay the favor.

Andy unbuttoned, and unzipped his jeans. He pulled them off, along with his boxers, revealing a pretty impressive erection. I believed it was nine inches. And so there we were, on the couch (mind you, itt was a pretty big couch) with his big cock pointed straight at me. I hesitated, but then grabbed a hold of it and started jerking him off (I had to get off the couch to do this). His cock grew even more erect, until I could swear it was ten inches long.

It was then that I had an idea. I had always wanted to give a guy a blowjob. I wanted to know what a cock smelled like up close and personal. I wanted to be able to taste his throbbing manhood. So I stopped jerking and put my face right in his crotch. I grabbed his warm, steamy cock and started rubbing it on the side of my face, leaving a long white strand of pre-cum on my cheek. Andy saw where I was going with this, and went along. I put his cock head in my mouth, and started to suck on it. After a while, I had a steady rhythm going, and I moved my mouth up and down over the top of his shaft while I licked his cock head with my tongue, using my hand to jerk his lower shaft from side to side, rather than up and down. Andy, meanwhile, was thrusting his pelvis into my face, and was starting to work up a sweat. After a while of this rhythmic blowjob, I could feel his orgasm was about to come. I took my mouth off his cock, and he started jerking it while I sat on my knees, with my face ready in expectation, waiting.

It hit me like a steamy tidal wave, his first shot landing right under my eyes. I could feel the warm gooey liquid run down my face when he hit me with a second shot, which landed straight on my lips. As I licked the cum on my lips, two more warm, white shots came, right in the center of my face. I put my breasts out, and two hot sperm blasts hit them, with two more gunks shooting into my hair.

So I sat there , with all this hot sperm running down my face and tits, and I felt that I still needed to get off. We played aroung for a while, fondling eachother until Andy's hard-on came back, just as full as it was bfore, if not harder (I think Andy was getting turned on looking at my sperm covered face). I told him I wanted to have sex, and he told me to get on the floor. So I got down on my back on the plush rug (which had gobs of cum on it), and Andy lifted my legs, exposing my cute little pussy, soaking wet, and I saw his rock hard member ready to penetrate me and give me the fucking of my life.

Part II coming soon!

So when April came along and she got her license, Allyson took her Jeep and disappeared. Her and Jenny were always at the parties; it became so bad for Ally that she couldn't stop.

As graduation approached, Ally and Jenny got invited to lots of parties. They were invited to Mark's, Lee's, Dave's, Krueger's, and Mike's.

Most of the parties went fine; they went to Mark's and Dave's, then drove over to Krueger's. When they got there, Jenny noticed that it was absolutely crazy, there were too many people and they wouldn't be able to get drunk. They had nowhere to stay and were about to leave when Craig ran out to them.

"Ally! Jenny! Where are you going? The party's here baby!" Obviously drunk, he ran up to them and put his arms over their shoulders, leading them both towards the door.

"Craig, you're drunk. We don't have anywhere to stay. We can't get drunk because Ally won't be able to drive. Let me go." Jenny pushed his hand off her, then turned back to the car.

"Jen, don't be a party crasher. You can stay with me. My house is right there." He pointed to the house across the street. Ally agreed and turned back to the house.

"I'm not going. I think we should go home," Jenny whined.

Losing her patience, Allyson turned around and threw her the keys. "FINE! Take my keys and take my car and take your stupid ass home! I'm going to get drunk and I'm going to enjoy it!"

She and Craig disappeared inside the house. Someone handed her a beer, and she raised her bottle. People turned and raised theirs, and she started chugging.

Several hours and two sixpacks later, Allyson was drunk and ready to go to bed. She found Craig and told him she wanted to go. He nodded and led her to the door.

Secretly, she'd always had a crush on Craig; his sandy blonde hair and blue eyes made him irresistable. His smile was kind of crooked, and he always was making her laugh. He was smiling that adorable smile now as Allyson concentrated on walking across the road. Craig's hand sat on the small of her back, helping her stay steady as she walked up the stairs of his house.

Inside, he led her to his room. "You can sleep here, on my bed," He told her.

"Then where will you sleep?" She asked, puzzled.

His smile broadened. "Right next to you, sweetheart."

Her eyes widened. Throwing a pillow at him (and missing terribly) she laughed. "And just what do you think is going to happen?" She slurred, "Are you going to take advantage of a chick who's wasted?"

Craig only laughed, then pushed her on the bed, then landing on top of her. Their faces were only inches apart; their breaths mingled and swirled a lock of hair on Craig's forehead. He made the first move, gently pressing his lips to hers. She returned the kiss fiercely, putting her hand on the back of his neck and pulling him closer. His hand traveled down her side, stopping at the spot of bare skin between her shirt and tight jeans. Finally, he broke it off, breathing hard.

"Damn," he whispered, rolling over next to her. His hand was still on her side, hers on his neck. Suddenly, she moved over on to of him. Laughing, Ally undid his jeans and slid them down a little. Craig's hands were on her hips, holding her where she sat. Neither of them knew what to do next; for a painful second it was completely silent.

This time Allyson made the first move. Sliding down his legs, taking his pants with her. "I only do this when I'm drunk, so don't make fun of me if I ... am not good." Giggling, she moved his boxers and took his already-hard cock out. Eyeing it, she grabbed the base of it and licked its length. Taking only the head into her mouth, she stroked with her hand. Craig moaned and put his hands on her shoulders. As he moved his hips slightly, she started taking more into her mouth. He felt the tip of his dick touching the back of her throat, felt her tongue rubbing underneath it.

As she heard him groan, she felt his penis twitch and tasted his salty juice. Swallowing as fast as she could, she sucked him dry, then sat up again, straddling him once more. Looking at her, Craig lifted her shirt, helping her remove it. When at last she was half-naked, he admired her boobs, then slowly caressed a nipple with his knuckle. Tracing up to her neck, he pulled her down to him, kissing her hard while his fingers played with her zipper. Allyson put her hands on either side of his head, lifting her hips up as he pulled her jeans off.

When he had them off, her neatly shaved pussy was visible. Allyson sat up straighter, kicking off the last of her jeans. Craig looked at her, asking if she was sure she wanted to do this. She smiled in return, then placed his dick at her entrance. He was hard again, ready to go, when she rolled to the side.

"You have to return the favor," Allyson murmured. Craig rolled over and moved down, putting her legs on either side of his face. Looking up at her, he stuck his tongue out, teasing her with its tip. Propped up on her elbows, Allyson moaned. He licked her folds, tickling her, then sticking his tongue deep as he could. As she neared her end, she threw her head back and moaned louder. Her orgasm struck her and she panted, while Craig moved over her. Once again positioned, she wrapped her legs around him and used them to pull him closer.

At the first touch of his cock, she shivered. He grinned, then slowly pushed forward. Her welcoming snatch enveloped him, surrounded him, and he sank deep into her.

"Oh god yes! Fuck me hard!" Ally screamed, clawing his back.

Craig pulled out, then obeyed her and slammed back in. He brutally pounded her pussy, then sank in, held it, feeling her walls pulling at him. Her moaning increased, and he started sliding in and out again. Together they came, he collapsing on her and she grasping at his muscular arms. Craig stayed in her, waiting for her to recover.

When Allyson opened her eyes, she looked up at him, then put her hand on his chest and pushed him over. "Let's try this one again," she said as she straddled him.

"Give a guy a minute, would ya?" He said, looking at her like she was crazy.

Exasperated, Allyson laid next to him again, her head on his arm. Craig kissed the top of her head. As they lay there, her breathing became deep. Looking down at her, he realized that she'd fallen asleep. He reached for the covers and pulled them over them, then closed his eyes and fell asleep holding her.

The next day he asked her out.

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So when we finally started to talk and he rejected me for my age I almost fell off my seat. It's hard for me to take rejection. I know I'm only 16, but that hasn't stopped my sexual goings on for longer than a month at a time. I admit I'm quite the little slut...my finger always in my pussy, and I love it. The erotic moment's I've enjoyed shock many in fact; such is the case for one time back when I was 14...

I'd gone for a walk early that morning. Sticky and hot it was, I was dressed in my tight little pj shorts leaving little to the imagination of my rather curvy ass. I had on a faded white jersey of my boyfriend's favorite soccer team, and even though it was warm, you could see the outline of my large coffee brown nipples at the base of my 36DD tits.

After walking for a while I'd come across a parking lot half set up for a carnival. All the workers seemed to be asleep. I sat on the pave ment rubbing my freshly shaved tan legs. "BEEP!" My heart jumped and I looked up to see a husky, wind weathered man sitting behind the wheel of a mobile home. He hollered for me to come to him

Thinking nothing of it I got closer. "Hey there, I saw you over there and I figured you must be homeless or something," he said in a southern drawl. Already I could feel a slight pulsing around my clit. Automatic reaction to any male attention. "Haha, No I'm just out for a walk."

We chatted for a while and he got out of the trailer. We talked about everything from our ages, (he was 30, I was 14), to places we'd been. After about 2 hours, he began to repeat the line, "I should be ashamed for what I'm thinkin'" The heat between my legs grew substantially. When would he ask me into the trailer.

"You know, I've always wondered what it'd be like with a younger girl, But I'm kinda afraid."

me: "well, I dont mind older guys. I love them better actually."

After about 20 min of discussing this, He finally let me into the trailer. It was the coziest thing I'd ever seen actually. I sat in one of the leather chairs and folded up my legs. His eyes widened and he had quite a smirk. All of a sudden, his cell phone alarmed. "Well, this is the start of my day." He rose from the bench. "And I think I'll start this day off... with a kiss"

He bent down to my face and our lips met. My pussy was so hot now, I'd been waiting for this. His tongue ravaged against mine, his mouth was hot.

I stood up, pushing him down to the seat in front of me. He pulled my waist between his legs and we began to kiss heavier. "You're so young and... oh so sweet." He lifted my pj shirt up, exposing my 16 year old big breasts and erect nipples. His eyes got wide and feverishly began sucking on one, circling the tip with his tongue, while alternating squeezing the other as well as my ass. "Oh god... that feels soo good, mmm." I kissed his neck and reached for his hand. He stood up and led me to the bedroom.

I leaned back on the bed and gave him the best come hither look I could for 14. He sat in front of me and reached into the leg of my shorts. He began to rub the hot moist outside of my red snoopy panties, pushing in slightly in the indentation my pussy made. "Shit, you're sooo wet." He moaned with desire. "Do you want it?"

In response I  reached under me and slid off my shorts and soaked panties. I spread my legs wide so he could see my shiny pink slit. Hell yes I wanted it.

He moaned once again and stood up. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his massive cock, the largest I had ever seen, even to this day. It must have been 10 inches at least and almost as thick as my wrist. I heaved a sexually charged sigh and began furiously working on my clit, though I didn't need to get any wetter. This point was proven once he mounted me; He gently guided the base of his dick to my tight wet hole, and rubbed into it so my pussy lips swallowed the head of his cock. "Ohh yes, please go in I need you"

With 3 slow thrusts  he was already more than halfway inside me (see how wet I was). "Oh fuck... you are so tight." I couldn't even respond. All I could think of was how incredibly full he was filling me up, how deep inside he was in my 14 year old cunt. How supposedly forbidden this was, being fucked in a trailer by a 30 year old stranger. It only made me wrap my legs around him and pull him deeper.

I turned my head slightly when he kissed my neck, it was then I saw all the mirrors. They were lined along the walls and If I flipped my head all the way back, I could see this erotic experience unfold, upside down. I was so close to cumming. He noticed.

"So you like my mirrors," he murmured, "look at yourself, look how I'm on top of you, inside you." This combined with the rhythmic friction of his cock sliding against my dripping pink walls was making me painfully close. "Fuck me, Fuck me harder please, I need to cum." He obeyed, and his thrusts impaled, bringing a twinge of pain along with the awesome pleasure, I couldn't hold back and neither could he.

"Oh god baby, I'm gonna cum, ohh yess!" He let out a deep throaty groan and I felt the spasms of his dick as it unloaded his creamy white seed into my cunt. My pussy joined his cock in its feverish spasms and I moaned and drove my fingers into his back. I came hard. "MMM ohhhh yea,"

Afterwards we layed for a moment, him still inside me. He chuckled, "Damn... I always knew it would be good with a young girl."

I laughed too and wriggled out from under him. I looked at the clock in a haze, But suddenly I sobered up fast from my sexual high, I had been out for almost 4 hours, I needed to get home. "Ugh! I'm sorry, I'm gonna have to go, thanks again!" I ran out the door and down the block to my house.

I walked in to find my dad in the living room reading a magazine. "What have you been up to?" he said

"Nothing dad, just out for a morning walk."