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My First Time Part III - The Scent of a Woman

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Part III
The Scent of a Woman

 Now that Ryan had made me a “woman”, I felt much, much different about myself. I felt empowered. I felt grand. I felt addicted. I felt more filled out, and I modeled my naked self before the mirror to chronicle
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tyle="font-family: times new roman,times,serif"> the changes. Were my breasts larger? At last, larger? Was my mons now more pronounced? Was my pubic hair darker, denser, softer, and more beautiful?  Were my labia more, more.., well just more womanlike?

These thoughts, and more, rampaged through my skull.  I opened my legs up on my bed to better see my pussy lips to peer, as best I could with a hand mirror, into my slit. My clit now seemed perpetually erect, and my inner lips were pink, and my vagina itself seemed always to be a bright arousal-red color.  I rubbed my breasts, which felt larger and softer, although I did not fool myself into thinking I was anywhere near Gina in that department. My nipples, which had become more and more sensitive as my 13th year progressed, were now even more so after Ryan and sucked and pinched them.  I love the feelings he created when he mashed what little tits I had against my ribcage, which is a feeling I still enjoy today, especially now that my breasts are nicely formed.

 All these feelings fueled my desire for more of Ryan and his wonderful penis. I loved to touch it and watch it leap and buck in my hand, and to feel it sliding over my tongue. It was at the same time such a familiar and foreign thing that seemed to have captured my attention and affection. I even liked it when it sort of choked me when Ryan shoved it too far into my inexperienced mouth. And, I loved it when he
came. I loved watching him cum in my hand and when he spurted onto my chest, neck, and even my face.  I was learning to love the taste of his cum when he came in my mouth. It took some getting used to, but I decided that it was worth it and part of his pleasure and should be part of mine, too.

And, most of all, I really, really loved it when he pushed his wonderful instrument into my cunt.  That he had condoms and was willing to use them was a surprise, but learning to put them on him was a wonderful thrill. Because, as I rolled the rubbers over his cock head and down his slender shaft, I got to see him with his legs spread. His balls were lay-out for my inspection, as was the ridge behind them leading to his anus. The first time he fucked me it didn’t even hurt, although he felt impossibly large going in. But once he had seated his cock completely in my pussy, he felt so spectacularly natural, that I was ex-cited beyond words. In fact, his penis in me felt so ”at home” in me that I almost cried.

I found that I loved watching him as he stroked in and out of my little cunt. His cock seemed so large compared to my sex to me that I always smiled in wonder. I loved watching the muscles in his body flex beneath his tan and his white middle move up and down
against my equally pale groin. I loved to see him strain as he approached orgasm, and I learned to be able to distinguish when he was close to coming verses when he wasn’t by the feel of his cock in me as his helmet flared larger, rubbing harder against my interior.  When he came.., when he came in me I loved it so much I would hug Ryan hard with my whole body, my arms around his neck, my girl legs around his middle and my cunt around his pole pulsing in wonderful reaction to his completion.

I even like the messy part of taking the condom from his limp, post-coital penis. It was slippery with my honey, and his public hair was matted with my fluid and my scent. It was that special scent that led directly to my next adventure.

I was so entranced by sex with Ryan that thoughts of him occupied most of my waking moments.  On the fourth morning from Ryan’s and my first fuck, we girls, in our flock, glided along the boardwalk. And while I saw many familiar boys, I didn’t see hide nor hair of
Ryan.  I was sort of desperate, feeling an itch between my legs that I decided to spin off from the flock and go search for him.  Because we had first made love on an old chase lounge in the space under his rented cottage, I knew where he lived.

I was wearing my usual summer day-uniform of small a two-piece that somehow fit bet-ter than it had before Ryan; at least I imagined it so, with a towel draped over one tan shoulder. I strolled nervously down the street. His cottage was only one block off the beach, and was situated on cement block ”stilts” in case ofhurricane or other natural disaster, but was a couple of blocks south of the boardwalk.  It was hot and the air was still and hot off the beach, and I felt small trickles of sweat sliding between my little breasts and down my tummy. But, I was a girl on a mission.

 I climbed the wooden stairs and, scuffing my flip-flops in the sand on the wooden deck before the door screwed up my courage and knocked, and knocked again. My shoulders slumped when I realized that nobody was home.

I jumped when I heard an unexpected man’s voice from below, “Hello,” it inquired.

 Peering over the railing, I could see a shadow behind the latticework that screened the area below the house. “Yes?” I responded.

 “Oh, hi,” the voice said. “Are you looking for Ryan?” The shadow moved from beyond the lattice into the open doorway that led into the storage area beneath the house, and transformed into an older version of Ryan.  I caught my breath at the unexpected parent.

 He stood there, wiping his hands on a pink shop towel. He was muscled and tan, and had a riot of light blond-red hair that crawled up his belly and spread over his chest. I could see his darker red nipples that inscribed nearly perfect circles on either side of his chest. He was smiling. Ryan’s dad had nice, even teeth, and an unruly shock of red hair on his head.  His eyes were a merry blue, and when he smiled
he revealed very cute dimples on his cheeks. I could see laugh-lines radiating from his eyes.  In an instant I felt at home with him. Somehow I decided that he was a “comfortable dad", as some of them were. Most were not. Many were creepy.

 He was wearing a pair of cut off jeans and rubber flip-flops, and for an older guy, he was very attractive, standing at something over six feet.

I skipped down the stairs, stopping in front of him. He was an inch or two taller than his son, and bigger all over, and more relaxed and comfortable in his own skin than Ryan was.  He was very likely what Ryan would grow into, just like my fairly busty, flirty mother was likely what I would one day become.

 Looking up at him, I must have squinted some in the sunlight reflecting from the white painted lattice. “Here,” he said, moving aside, “Come in here out of the glare.” I stepped quickly past him into the dark, cooler interior of the storage room. In it were deflated beach balls and inner tubes, folded up chase lounges, some with padded cushions, and some without. Dim light spread across the room in  checkerboard pattern.  

 Turning, I said, “I, I’m Ellie.., Elaine, I mean.” I felt that I was outgrowing El or Ellie. I felt it was
time for a name change to Elaine, which began at that precise moment.

“Oh?” he said, his eyebrows arching. “I thought you’d be older.”

“Ryan told you about me,” I said, suddenly panicked they way kids get with a grown up knows more than they
do about themselves.

 “Sure, he told me.” Ryan’s dad replied, looking me up and down.

 “Ah, what did he tell you?” I asked, my voice squeaking with anxiety.

 “Oh, the usual,” he replied. “That you are cute and fun and smart…”

“Oh,” I said, relaxing, but blushing nonetheless.

“He also told me he would probably remember you always..." Ryan’s dad said softly.

“Why?” I asked, curious now, the tenseness gone. “Why would he say that?”

“Well,” he began. “When he came home the other night I smelled sex. I guess I smelled your scent on him, so I asked him…” Ryan’s dad looked at me strangely,  “Do you really want to know?”

“Sure,” I answered, feeling excited and embarrassed at the same time at the mention of my smell, my sexual odor. Maybe Ryan would love me always! Being 13 years-old is a kind of mind disease.

Ryan’s dad looked at me searchingly, and seeming to make his mind up about something said, “Ryan told me that you two had fucked, and that it was the first time for each of you.”

I felt my mouth go dry and my knees were suddenly unstable. I couldn’t believe it! Ryan had told his dad, a parent, that we had had sex. No, more than that, that we had fucked!  I wanted to die.

“You all right,” Ryan’s dad asked with concern in his voice. He reached out and grabbed me by my elbows as I sort of sank on rubber legs.

“Oh, yeah, sure, I’m alright,” I said, tears welling up in my eyes, “I’m great.  My friend’s dad knows I’ve been having sex with his son. That’s just great…” my voice trailed off sadly.

Ryan’s dad gently guided me to one of the chaise lounges and helped me to sit down. “Don’t worry, Elaine, Ryan and I talk about a lot of stuff.  It doesn’t go any farther than me. I promise you.” He said in a quiet, soothing voice.  Continuing he said, “I can see why he likes you so much.”

“Yeah, really?” I asked, not expecting any real answer, bitterness at my first male be-trayal.

“Yes, Elly, err, Elaine,” he said, one hand resting on my shoulder as I sat in front of him. You are truly beautiful. He will remember always how beautiful a woman he was with the first time he had sex.” His hand squeezed my shoulder gently.” I know I would remember
you if I had made love with you.” I saw his genuine and gentle smile as I looked up at him, “I would remember always the gift that you gave me…”

“Really,” I said, both mollified and intrigued. He looked so good to me as I felt the panic drain away, replaced by a feeling of gratitude. I told you being 13 is a mind disease. Or, maybe being female next to such a strong man as he was is a mind disease. Either way, I was falling.

“Yes, truly, I would,” he said, moving just a bit closer. His crotch was now less than a foot from my face, and his feet were now on either side of mine as I sat on the lounge chair Ryan and I had used in our last mating, and his dad stood before me. I could smell his sweat, which was strong, but very, very alluring. I looked up at Ryan’s dad as he looked down on me with such a serious expression.  He placed one hand on the side of my face, and stroked my cheek with his thumb. His had felt warm and strong and a little rough next to my fresh skin. I leaned my head slightly into his hand, and he began to stroke my head, pet me really, along the top of my head very, very slowly.

I could feel the heat building up inside of me, and while I was very, very young and very new to sex, I was very certain that he wanted to touch me, to explore my body and to fuck my wet cunt. I also knew that I wanted this man. I instinctively knew that he was different than his son; that he was more powerful, and that was a powerful attraction.

Without bidding my hands rose from my lap and slid gently up Ryan’s dad’s strong, hairy thighs, bypassing the growing bulge in his jean shorts, and sliding over his stomach, through the tufts of red hair there. As if drawn by a power other than mine, my hands drifted up to his lower chest, stroking him, feeling his skin and his power.

Bending, Ryan’s dad brought his face down to mine and we kissed. Softly at first, then suddenly more intensely, his tongue invaded my mouth like a slippery eel, tasting of sweat and man.  It was different, more practiced and more pleasurable than the gentle inquiring kisses Ryan and I had shared. I learned more about kissing from Ryan’s dad’s first one than from all of Ryan’s put together. He literally took my
breath away.

“I love your body,” I heard him whisper as he slid down, sitting next to me on the lounge.” You are lovely and perfect,” he said, bringing his lips back to mine.  As we kissed I felt his large, callused hand slip into my suit top and cup my small breast. I shivered under his touch, feeling my heat rise even more, and my nipple harden.

“Oh, my,” I said as our lips parted slightly, “That feels sooooo good.” I ran my hand over his chest and then down over his stomach. He felt strong and wonderful.  He grabbed my wrist, gently, and moved my hand down over the lump in his shorts.  It felt hot and huge. He rubbed himself with my hand as we both looked down, seeing him move my willing and cupped hand over his sex.  I nuzzled his neck as his hand lifted free of mine, which kept massaging his growing cock, and moved, crossing me, onto my tummy.  His other arm wrapped around my shoulder, pulling me into his embrace, his strong arm over my shoulder and his hand down inside my bra-like top again squeezing my breasts. I felt my breath come more rapidly, and my pussy was beginning to leak inside my suit bottom. But I also felt safe with this man, his one arm around me, fondling my tits. He moved his other hand across to my tummy, touching me lightly there, his fingertips tucking inside the waistband of my bottoms.

I sucked in my breath, pulling my stomach in to give his hand room to slide inside my suit, his fingers gliding down through my silky pubic hair and touching the top of my slit. His hand felt warm and wonderful and larger than Ryan’s.  Lifting my hand from his jeans, I slipped my thumbs inside the waistband of my suit and lifting my fanny up slightly, tugged it down to my knees.

“Jeeze, you’re hot,” Ryan’s dad whispered, his hand now moving easily over my mound and between my thighs. Touching and stroking my inner thighs he said, “You are so incredibly soft there…” I felt so dizzy from his touches. I kissed him again, almost frantic-ally
this time, my tongue flashed into his mouth, slipping and sliding over his tongue and his teeth, tasting him, breathing in his taste.  His hands continued to move on me.

I slipped my hand back onto his crotch, sliding it beneath his jeans. I felt the thick hair below his belly button.  Quickly, he unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them.  Lifting his butt up some, he slid them down to his ankles, slipping one foot free of them.

I grabbed his cock. It was hard like a living rock. I looked down. He was larger than Ryan, and he had veins roughly coursing under the skin of his penis. The purple cock head flared out broader than his son’s did, and the slit in the tip seemed bigger.  I placed my fingers over the head in a small circle, and pushed down on the spongy cap, causing the slit to open. It looked as big around as a soda straw.  His crotch was covered with red hair that was rougher than mine, but silky even so. His balls hung down between his legs, and I could see two distinct orbs in the loose skin of his sack. He had a light dusting of red hairs on his scrotum.  I felt my mouth water at the sight of a
fully mature male organ, more massive and more complete than Ryan’s.

Without thinking, I bent my head down to his groin. Ryan’s dad’s hands slipped from me and then rested on my back and massaged me there, and on my neck as my mouth sought his penis.  I smelled him, drawing his scent deep into my lungs. He had a sharper, more
pungent, and more powerful smell than his boy.  He excited me so much, that I almost passed out again.  

Grasping his cock at the root with my hand tightly (it looked so large in my hand), I wiggled it, seeing all the veins, especially the large blue one that ran ruler straight along the top, and the clear demarcation of his urethra along the bottom, and I reached out with my pink tongue and just touched his pee hole lightly.  I heard him groan. 

Encouraged, I opened my mouth wide and slipped the entire, large head into my mouth until I help it behind the flaring head with my lips.  I began to stroke him and suck on the head, my little pink tongue slipping all over the large crown as I did so.  My mouth had to stretch to take this adult cock into it, and I was in a sort of transported state as I forced him deeper into my mouth, my tongue along the side of his rod as he slipped ever deeper into me.  I felt him untie the back of my bikini top and begin to slide his hand all over my back.  Reaching around to my waist, he turned me so I was now on my side on the lounge, my mouth on his raging penis. His hands began to stroke my naked body, along my sides, over by small breasts, and over my hips and between my thighs.  I began to buck against him. My hips began the ageless back and forth men’s touch cause in women.

And too, he began to buck his hips up and down forcing his steel rod into my mouth and down to the root, and back up until just the flaring helmet was still within my lips. One of his strong hands gripped my skull and pushed in counter point to his hips.  He was fucking
my face, and I could begin to taste his slimy cum as some leaked into my hot and hungry mouth. I felt in a sort of glory state that I could do this to a man; that I could turn his animal on so.

I felt his finger slip into my pussy. I was so thick that it felt almost as big as his son’s dick. I felt it sliding in and out of me adding immeasurably to my pleasure. My pelvis began to buck and his finger probed me, by fluids now coating his hand.

Suddenly, he stopped the motion of his cock and held my head close, and pulled his hand from my pussy. “I want to fuck you,” he murmured hoarsely. I want my cock in your cunt!” he said more forcefully.  He pulled his cock from my mouth with an audible pop!

Pushing me backward, I was now on my back on the lounge.  He stood briefly, his cock rampant and shining from my saliva. Some of it dripped from his shaft as he reached down and plucked my top from my chest and pulled my bottoms from my legs.  He pushed
his hand roughly between my thighs, forcing them wider apart.  Taking his giant rod, all red and angry looking into one clenched fist, he knelt between my legs. Ryan’s dad seemed to tower over me, broad shouldered, more thickly muscled than his son, but with a man’s belly, thick hairy thighs, and a hungry look on his face.

I heard him whisper more to himself than to me,” You’re so young. So young and lovely…” I smiled up at him as he leaned down, resting his weight on his knees and one hand, the other holding his massive organ.  I spread my legs as wide as I could to ac-commodate him. This was an adult male, not a boy.  He pointed his tool at my cunt. I reached down between my legs and spread my labia as the head of his penis made electric contact with my clit. He ran the head up and down my slit gathering my lubricant. I moved my hands to his neck and watched, hunched up, as his cock head spread my pussy lips while he stroked me up and down. My body was becoming focused on my groin as his cock stimulated my clit each time he rubbed it over the hooded spot until she rose up, red and lovely, a blossom from my folds.  His penis looked so much larger than his son’s did. I could see his cum filled balls dangling down behind his fist where it held his
cock tightly.

He kissed my forehead as he began to probe my hole.  I lifted my hips slightly to line our two sexes up, and felt him push, push, push into me.  At first just the head split me, spreading my vagina wider. I felt my head fall back onto the cushion as Ryan’s dad slowly entered my tight, tight cunt. The feelings were exquisite as his thick shaft slid down into me a short way, pulled back just a little to coat itself with my flow, and then down a bit more.

I loved the feeling of his gentle penetration, and it would be a lasting memory of that un-usual day. Finally, I felt his knuckles; wrapped around his torch, touch my clit. I jumped when they did, the sudden pressure sending waves of pleasure through me, up to my nipples and down to my finger and toe tips.  He moved his hand away from his cock, and placed it alongside my shoulder as he pushed with his hips. His penis, pulsing with life, pushed down, and down and.., down into me. I sighed in pleasure as he bottomed out. I wiggled by ass to seat him deeper and more completely into me. I could feel his entire length in me and the bulbous head pulsed wickedly deep inside.
He felt as if his cock went inside me from my cunt hole to my belly button.  He gently lowered himself onto me his size eclipsing me completely; blanketing my small form, and I shivered when his lower chest and stomach pressed into my nipples and mashed my breasts.
He was so large on me that his chin rested on the top of my head, and I licked upward onto his neck, leaving wet trails from my tongue along the small whiskers there. This is now, truly, my first real man, I thought through my pleasure.

My hands wandered down his back to his hips and slid back up to his rib cage. I felt him begin to move over me and his organ began its long slide up and up, vacating my pussy, suctioning fluids up with it as it rose majestically from within me until just the tip, dripping my honey, was touching my now red hole. I felt my hot juices flow down over my anus and onto the crack of my ass, spread under Ryan’s dad’s weight. And then… And then he pushed his hard, hot tool back into me. This time faster until his red cock hairs pushed into my pubis, the root of his cock shoving against my clit. My breath exploded from me with a rush, and I grasped at his shoulders.

His chest broke contact with mine as he began to pump in me. In and out his giant man-cock split my cunt, shoving aside my lips with each thrust. I could feel my cunt gripping his shaft as he pulled it back, only to shove it home again.  Again and again he pulled
forth and plunged back into me. My eyes shut tight at the pleasure he was giving me with his mighty penis. He began to grunt each time he shoved his penis into me, violating my depths. And each time he grunted it was followed by a wet sound as his belly slapped mine,
and his large testicles bounced against my asshole.

I began to moan and then to grunt with him each time he thrust home.”Ungh, ungh, ungh,” we grunted together, “Ungh, ungh, ungh,” as he pumped and my hips rose to meet his wetly.  I surrendered thought as he fucked me and fucked me and fucked me over and over.
His son had never really fucked me like this, but he was still a boy, just a boy. This was a full fledged alpha male rutting on top of me, taking pleasure from my youth and my tight young pussy, and my young, almost flat tits; his cock outsized to my cunt.

And I was in glory as he fucked me. Filling me over and over again with his body. His penis seemed to grow in me until it seemed to fill the universe. My stomach felt filled like never before as he thrust again and again into me.  My arms feel weakly to my sides as he
fucked my small self. “Ungh, ungh,” he grunted over me.

Suddenly, my body spasmed, leaping out of control as my stomach rolled in muscle grip-ping waves, and my thighs clenched his thighs, and my breath left me again, and the soles of my feet clenched in spasmodic pain, my toes curling. My fingers clasping and unclasping at nothing as my orgasm flooded my entire being.  My eyes flung open and I could just make Ryan’s dad out as he humped me like a bear, sweat now dripping from him onto my tiny 13 year old body. 

Just as I was about to pass out from the pain and pleasure of his fucking, he rose up, pulled his cock from within me with a sudden, vacating move that left my innards feeling suddenly abandoned. He struggled up my body, knee walking, and I knew what he wanted.  I
leaned my head up, opening my mouth to his bulging cock.  He laid it on my tongue, and I could taste me, all ocean waves and slippery oyster musk. “Ohhhhhh,” he cried out as a giant rope of cum leaped from the slit in the tip of his cock head and flooded into my mouth. And again and again he spewed forth his white-hot seed.  He leaned back, pointed his cock at my torso, jets of cum spurting out of his cock onto my chest, coating my small breasts with his blasts, each drop feeling like hot candle wax on my already superheated skin.

His neck was taunt in a rictus that pulled his tendons tight, opening his mouth in a grim-ace as he spurted his cum. His balls rolled and flexed with each jet of his cum, until, until there was just a dribble sliding from the head, a long, slow drop onto one nipple. 

 Slowly, his breathing, and mine, returned to normal. “My lord,” he said,” That was absolutely unbelievable.” I agreed, smiling weakly, spent.  He milked some remaining cum from his cock. I opened my mouth to show him a wad of his cum still on cupped by my tongue. “You are a natural,” he said, smiling down at me. ”Swallow it,” he commanded.  And I did.

His cum tasted stronger than his son’s did. It was somewhat bitterer and had a stronger male aftertaste.  I loved it more than anything I had ever had before.  He reached down and smeared his cum into my very, very sensitive breasts saying, “Cum will make them grow.”
Each time he ran a heavy hand over my tit, it sent large waves tumbling though me.  I reached down and cupped my small cunt, feeling it, seeing if it had somehow been left opened as wide as a soup can.  While tender, she felt just as before. Tight, and wet and wanton, if just a tad sore.

Ryan’s dad then took his semi-erect cock and placed it on my lips, leaning forward. He commanded me to suck him, to clean him off. I opened willingly while he fed his penis into my welcoming mouth. I loved our tastes, his and mine together. Man and girl. Heavy and fresh.  He pulled himself from my mouth and hung his balls over my face. I reached up and held his sack at the base and licked his hairy balls, savoring the taste of my juices on him, and marveling at their size and their movements, seemingly independent of him or me.

Finally, Ryan’s dad lifted himself completely free of me.  Reaching onto the floor, he picked up the pink shop towel and began to wipe his cum from me. “You’ll need to wash off before you go home,” he said. “You can use one of the freshwater showers up by the beach.”

“Yes,” I said, “I know.”

He bent over, his cock now flaccid, but still large and red, picked up his jeans shorts and stepped into them. “You’d better get dressed now, Elaine,” he said, the first man every to call me by my full, woman’s name. 

Carefully, I pulled up my suit bottom, gently spreading my legs to fit the rough material against my tender, ravaged cunt.  I slipped my bra-like top over my shoulders, and turn-ing, he tied the back strings together.

He cupped my chin in his one hand, and looking at me with a serious expression said, “You know, you can’t tell anyone about this…” I said I knew and he didn’t have to worry. “Good,” he said, smiling his wonderful smile. 

I combed my hair with my fingertips, and replaced my ponytail, which had come undone during our sex, with the elastic band. “I,” started to say.

“Yes,” he answered.

“I… Well, that was the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me!” I stood on wobbly legs. 

He reached for my chin again, and holding it said, smiling at me, “You were simply the best little fuck there has ever been.” And I loved him for it.

“Can we..,” I began, but he cut me off.

“No… We’d better not.”

“Why don’t you just give Ryan a good time,” he instructed. “He needs you. He needs to learn from you.”

“But,” I whined, I’m afraid.  “I don’t know any more than he does.

“Yes. Yes you do. You are a natural,” he said. Motioning, he said, “You’d better leave now before Ryan’s mom gets home.

And there it was. I had fucked both son and father on the same cushion, and both had been momentous. Both had been wonderful.

I walked through the door, blinking in the sunlight, and began to walk slowly down the street toward the beach, my towel around my neck like a scarf. I heard Ryan’s dad call my name, “Elaine.” I paused and turned. He said, “Say hello to Gina for me.” And
smiled a broad smile.  I smiled back, thrilled!

Afterward:

While this is a true story, I will have to say that I would not recommend that 13 year-old girls have sex, especially with grown men. Although I will also have to say that it did not seem to do me any harm, and was great at the time, and is a great memory for me now. As far as Ryan and his Dad are concerned, I never saw them again after that summer vacaction. They were from somewhere in Pennslyvania, but I guess they never returned to our beach.  I saw Gina, Jamie and many of the other kids each summer over the years, but did not see them during the school year.  My mother must have known I had been sexually active, because at the end of the summer she told me that virginity was "conditional". She said that whatever I did at the Shore did not have to transfer to my time at school. So, taking her advice, I was a normal, virginal schoolgirl during the winter months, and a frisky girl during the summer.  So, I never had a reputation as a "tramp" at school, and I don't think anyone ever knew of my summer sex.  It was a great and glorious awakening.

Mikey Part II

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Robbie didn’t know how long he had been asleep. He woke gradually, feeling lethargic. He could tell that he was nude, but that he was now under the sheets and blankets of the hotel bed.  He could her voices murmuring in the background, as he lay motionless. He opened one eye just a crack and he could see his best mate, Mikey, and his cyber girlfriend, Elaine, on the other bed, both still naked. 

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amily: times new roman, times, serif"> Mikey was reclining on his side with one leg, bent at the knee, and the other lying flat alongside Elaine, while Elaine was on her back, her head on the pillow. Mikey was gently fingering Elaine’s pussy, while she was gently massaging her breasts, rubbing them and pinching her nipples. Elaine had her legs spread apart to give Mikey easy access to her slippery cunt. Robbie could see Mikey’s large cock, only semi-erect, lying across his thigh, and his large, oval balls draped beneath it protruding from a tangled mass of dark pubic hair.

At first Robbie couldn’t make out what they were saying, their voices were pitched so low, but after a bit he began to understand them. He heard Mikey say, “…you are one hot lady. Don’t you get enough at home from your old man?”

“Well, he’s a cop, and he works long hours,” she replied.  “What about Robbie? Doesn’t he get enough from Lianne?”

“I don’t think it’s exactly that, “ Mikey whispered. “I think it has more to do with what he fancies.”

 “What does he like, do you know?” Elaine asked quietly, her pelvis moving slowly up and down in response to Mikey’s probing finger.

“Well, I’m not sure of it all,” Mikey said, looking at Elaine, “but I think it has to do with him wanting to watch someone fuck his wife.  He’s talked on about it with me from time-to-time… Something about him not being able to satisfy her…”

“Ummmm, well, if anyone is going to fuck Lianne, it ought to be you…” Elaine whispered, shutting her eyes. “With that big hunk of iron you’ve got between your legs, you could satisfy just about anyone….”

“Well..,” Mikey began slowly, “can you keep a secret?”

 “Sure, baby, what,” Elaine said quietly, her hands still kneading her ample breasts.

“I have done…” 

“What!” Elaine’s voice rose as her eyes snapped open and her hips stopped their ancient motion. Elaine sat up, her hands grabbing Mikey by his bicep, “Really! You have?” 

“Yeah, well Lianne started coming on to when I was still in the army,” Mikey said, pulling his finger from Elaine and licking her honey from it. “I tried to resist it because Robbie’s my best friend,” he continued, leaning forward and licking Elaine’s slim neck.

 “What happened?” Elaine asked, still holding onto Mikey’s arm, her head tilted back giving Mikey room to kiss her neck and shoulders.

“Well, one night we were all at the local.., the pub.., the bar or whatever you Yanks call it, and I popped outside for a breath of fresh air. I was standing around back in the car park when all of sudden Lianne was there. She put her arms around my waist and hugged me telling me she fancied me.”  Mikey cupped one of Elaine’s tits in his hand and jiggled it, hefting it, judging its weight. “She is a nice little piece with really nice, soft boobs and a really nice ass. I couldn’t help myself, I sort of hugged her back, her big knockers in my chest and my hands feeling her ass through her dress and knickers.  I could feel how hot she was through my jeans. Her pussy was on fire…”

Mikey paused as he remembered that night.  “So, she sort of turned me about and she sat on the bonnet of the car, hiked up her dress and said, ‘Fuck me, Mikey, I want that rod of yours in me.’  What was a bloke to do, so I unzipped and she pulled her knickers away from her box. What a lovely big thatch of black pussy hair she has. I could see her gash shining all red and wet in the light above the backdoor to the pub.  So, as hard as I’d ever been in my life I poked her there in the car park.” As Mikey told the story, his cock began to rise and harden. Robbie could see the veins snaking just under the skin and admired the bright and shiny cock head as it began to poke out from under his foreskin.

“Even though we had to hurry, ‘cause who knew when someone might come looking for us, she was a great fuck. He pussy was tight and I just pounded away in her, the car springs squeaking as I fucked Lianne.  She gripped me around the neck and I could see down her top. What lovely melons she has… Anyway, after a bit I came in her like it was my first time. I must ‘ve shoved a liter of baby juice up her snatch.  Even thought it didn’t take long, Lianne came so hard she had tears in her eyes.” Mikey paused. Then he continued, “She has this black hair with just a hint of red in it. She is a lovely lass, that’s for sure…”

“She hugged me and wouldn’t let me go, even though I wanted us to zip up and all.  She told me I had just satisfied her more than Robbie ever had. She said his dick was too small, or something like that. Although now that I have seen Robbie, he isn’t exactly tiny, and she is as tight as a drum… So, it must be something else.”

Elaine grabbed Mikey’s cock and started to stroke it. “You are soooo, hot,” Elaine breathed.  “Imagine, fucking Robbie’s wife right there in the parking lot! Bet he would like to have seen that!”

“Do you think so?” Mikey asked, his voice doubtful. “I dunno. She’s his wife ‘n all.”

“Oh, sure,” Elaine said earnestly, “He’s written me about it many times. His fantasy is to watch some man satisfy his wife while filling her with his seed.  You know, really filling her pussy with his sperm.”  Elaine cupped Mikey’s balls in her other hand while slowly pumping his large penis.

“He told me that we would love to hear her yelling, ‘Come on, fill me with your baby juice, fill my cunt to the top…”

“Jeeze,” Mikey said. “That’s a surprise.

“But, if that’s what he wants, I could probably do that for him.” Mikey continued, smiling wickedly.

“What’s she like,” Elaine asked, “Is Lianne pretty?”

 “Aye, she’s pretty alright, “ Mikey answered, and pausing to reflect on Lianne, he continued, “She’s a soft woman, nicely rounded. Her breasts are larger than yours and she has great lovely nipples, large ‘round than yours and a dark pink color, and she has a nice round tummy and ass. And.., well, I love her ass. She has the most wonderful ass and when I fuck her from behind I love the way it shakes each time I hammer my rod deep into her cunt. She has hips a man can grasp and hold on to while he fucks her.  And her back is wonderful, a smooth, smooth back.., so white and pale when I fuck her.

  “She has a lovely, thick patch of black cunt hair; all soft and curly.  I love to lick her clit with my nose buried in her silky pussy. It smells so nice and womanly.  Like fresh-baked bread. 

  “And her cunt, what wonderful soft lips she has, and when I spread her inner lips like the petals of a flower, her scent fills my nostrils and enflames my cock. She is all red and shiny and wet.  I love licking her outer lips alongside her legs and tickling the hairs around her asshole with my tongue.  She loves it when I tongue her asshole and probe it with my tongue. Drives her nuts.

“Sometimes I put her on all fours and just sort of walk around the bed looking at her magnificent self. She has such a lovely face and smile, short dark hair; black with a little red in it, lovely tits hanging down with those wonderful nipples I told you about,  and her nice round stomach and thighs, and her magnificent ass. When I gaze at her from the rear, I can see her cunt plainly framed by her luscious round ass cheeks, and the tufts of soft black cunt hair spread out along her pussy and ass.  Sometimes I ask her spread her cheeks for me. She rests her head on the pillow, her great melons pressed against the bed, and she reaches ‘round back and spreads her ass cheeks so I can see her anus and her cunt. With her fingertips, she spreads apart he pussy, and I can see it all red and inflamed, with her juices dripping down over her clit. And what a clitty she has. She loves it when I eat her. I take her clit between my lips and flick my tongue over it like she does my cock when she gives me head.

“Lianne is such a great cocksucker. She really knows her way around my cock. I love cumming in her mouth or spraying my cum on her lovely tits.  But mostly she wants me to cum in her pussy. She wants me to fill her cunt with my baby juices and flood her full of it.

“And,” Mikey paused again, “and she such lovely feet.

 “I love to kiss her feet and toes. It makes me so hard when I hold her feet up, me kneeling between her open thighs my cock all red and hard and dripping my pre-come, one of her lovely ankles on my shoulder and holding her other in my hands, while I kiss and lick her toes.  I love to watch her begin to pant when I do. Her tits shake when she trembles and she massages her tits and nipples like you are doing now.

 “And, I love it when she climaxes. She moans out to me and begs me to fuck her hard; to fill her cunt with my big cock, and to empty my balls of my baby juice.., to fill her up with my cum. Sometimes when I finish, she will scoop my cum from inside her pussy and feed it to herself, all the while smiling at me as she licks my thick, white sperm from her fingers.

“She tells me I satisfy her better’n Robbie ever could..,” Mikey said.

 “Lianne is naughty, and nasty, and lovely. A man’s woman.  A woman to come home to to fuck.”

 “And how do you know all this? You couldn’t have known all this from a quickie in the parking lot…” Elaine asked.

“Well,” Mikey said, smiling slyly, “The rest of the secret is that I’ve been going ‘round to Lianne and Robbie’s sometimes when he’s off at the factory. She stays home some mornings and we have a regular ‘go’ at it, so to speak.”

“Really!” Elaine says too loudly, she turns and looks at Robbie who quickly shuts his eyes, pretending to still be asleep. Turning back to Mikey, she says again more quietly,  “Really?” She strokes his cock slowly, her thumb rubber the sensitive head on the up strokes.

“Yeah,” Mikey replied softly, “But it’s times like this that I don’t feel so good about it…”

Elaine stopped her hand movement, but still gripped Mikey’s hard penis, She looked him in the eye and said, “Mikey. Don’t you see, this is what Robbie wants. Robbie wants you to fuck Lianne and fill her with your cum. He wants you humping his wife like there’s no tomorrow… He wants her to be sexually satisfied. He doesn’t think he’s good enough for her.., he lovers her and wants her to be happy.”

“Yeah, well…” Mikey looked unsure of what Elaine was saying. “I dunno about that. Maybe he likes watching. You know, like watching porno.”

“Well, maybe he does. Maybe he’s hiding in the closet while you fuck Lianne,” Elaine said. “Maybe he’s in the closet watching you hump his wife and beating off…”

“Damn!” Mikey said, “Do you think so?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

My First Time Part III

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Now that I had been made a “woman” by Ryan, I felt much, much different about myself. I felt empowered. I felt grand. I felt addicted. I felt more filled out, and I modeled my naked self before the mirror to chronicle the changes. Were my breasts larger? At last, larger? Was my mons now more pronounced? Was my pubic hair darker, denser, softer, and more beautiful?  Were my labia more, more.., well just more womanlike?


 These thoughts, and more, rampaged through my skull.  I lifted my leg

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up and spread my pussy lips to peer, as best I could with a hand mirror, into my slit. My clit now seemed perpetually erect, and my inner lips were pink, and my vagina itself seemed always to be in a state of arousal red.  I rubbed my breasts, which felt larger and softer, although I did not fool myself into thinking I was anywhere near Gina in that department. My nipples, which had become more and more sensitive as my 13th year progressed, were now even more so after Ryan and sucked and pinched them.  I love the feelings he created when he mashed what little tits I had against my ribcage, which is a feeling I still enjoy today.


 All these feelings fueled my desire for more of Ryan and his wonderful penis. I loved to touch it and watch it leap and buck in my hand, and to feel it sliding over my tongue. I even liked it when it sort of choked me when Ryan shoved it too far into my inexperienced mouth. And, I loved it when he came. I loved watching him cum in my hand and when he spurted onto my chest, neck, and even my face.  I was learning to love the taste of his cum when he came in my mouth. It took some getting used to, but I decided that it was worth it and part of his pleasure and should be part of mine.


 And, most of all, I really, really loved it when he pushed his wonderful instrument into my cunt.  That he had condoms and was willing to use them was a surprise, but learning to put them on him was a wonderful thrill. Because, as I rolled the rubbers over his cock head and down his slender shaft, I got to see him with his legs spread. His balls were layout for my inspection, as was the ridge behind them leading to his anus. The first time he fucked me it didn’t even hurt, although he felt impossibly large going in. But once he had seated his cock completely in my pussy, he felt so spectacularly natural, that I was excited beyond words. In fact, his penis in me felt so “at home”, that I almost cried.


 I found that I loved watching him as he stroked in and out of my little cunt. His cock seemed so large next to me that I always smiled in wonder. I loved watching the muscles in his body flex beneath his tan and his white middle move up and down against my equally pale groin. I loved to seem him strain as he approached orgasm, and I learned to be able to distinguish when he was close to coming verses when he wasn’t by the feel of his cock in me as his helmet flared larger, rubbing harder against my interior.  When he came.., when he came in me I loved in so much. I would hug Ryan hard with my whole body, my arms around his neck, my girl legs around his middle and my cunt around his pole.


 I even like the messy part of taking the condom from his flaccid penis. It was slippery with my honey, and his public hair was matted with my fluid and my scent. It was that special scent that led directly to my next adventure.


 I decided to spin off from the flock and go search him out.  Because we had made out in the space under his rented cottage, I knew where he lived.


 I was wearing my usual summer day uniform of small two-piece that somehow fit better than it had before Ryan, at least I imagined it so with a towel draped over one shoulder. I strolled nervously down the street. His cottage was only one block off the beach, and was situated on cement block “stilts” in case of hurricane or other natural disasters, but was several blocks south of the boardwalk.  It was hot and still off the beach, and I felt small trickles of sweat sliding between my little breasts and down my tummy. But, I was a girl on a mission.


 I climbed the wooden stairs and, scuffing my flip-flops in the sand on the wooden deck before the door; I screwed up my courage and knocked, and knocked again. My shoulders slumped when I realized that nobody was home. I jumped when I heard an unexpected man’s voice from below, “Hello,” it inquired.


 Peering over the railing, I could see a shadow behind the latticework that screened the area below the house. “Yes?” I responded.


 “Oh, hi,” the voice said.  “Are you looking for Ryan?” The shadow moved from beyond the lattice into the open doorway that led into the storage area beneath the house, and transformed into an older version of Ryan.  I caught my breath at the unexpected parent.


 He stood there, wiping his hands on a pink shop towel. He was muscled and tan, and had a riot of light blond-red hair that crawled up his belly and spread over his chest. I could see his darker red nipples that inscribed nearly perfect circles on either side of his chest. He was smiling. Ryan’s dad had nice, even teeth, and an unruly shock of red hair on his head.  His eyes were a merry blue, and when he smiled he revealed very cute dimples on his cheeks. I could see laugh-lines radiating from his eyes.  In an instant I felt at home with him. Somehow I decided that he was a “comfortable dad”, as some of them were. Most were not.


 He was wearing a pair of cut off jeans and rubber flip flops.


 I skipped down the stairs, stopping in front of him. He was an inch or so taller than his son, and bigger all over, and more relaxed and comfortable in his own skin than Ryan was.  He was very likely what Ryan would grow into, just like my fairly busty, flirty mother was likely what I would one day become.


 Looking up at him, I must have squinted some in the sunlight reflecting from the white lattice.  “Here,” he said, moving aside, “Come in here out of the glare.” I stepped quickly past him into the dark, cooler interior of the storage room. In it were deflated beach balls and inner tubes, folded up chase lounges, some with padded cushions, and some without. Dim light spread across the room in a checkerboard pattern. 


 Turning, I said, “Hi, I’m Ellie—Elaine, I mean.” I felt that I was outgrowing El or Ellie. I felt it was time for a name change to Elaine, which began at that precise moment.


 “Oh?” he said, his eyebrows arching. “I thought you’d be older.”


 “Ryan told you about me,” I said, suddenly panicked they way kids get with a grown up knows more than they do about themselves.


 “Sure, he told me.” Ryan’s dad replied, looking me up and down.


 “What did he tell you?” I asked, my voice squeaking.


 “Oh, the usual,” he replied. “That you are cute and fun and smart…”


 “Oh,” I said, relaxing, but blushing none-the-less.


 “He also told me he would probably remember you always…” Ryan’s dad said softly.


 “Why?” I asked, curious now, the tenseness gone.


 “Well,” he began. “I smelled sex. I guess I smelled your scent on him, so I asked him. Do you really want to know?”


 “Sure,” I answered, feeling excited and embarrassed at the same time at the mention of my smell; my sexual odor. Maybe Ryan would love me always!


 Ryan’s dad looked at me and said, “Ryan told me that you two had fucked, and that it was the first time for each of you.”  I felt my mouth go dry and my knees were suddenly unstable. I couldn’t believe it! Ryan had told his dad, a parent, that we had had sex. No, more than that, that we had fucked!  I wanted to die.


 “You alright,” Ryan’s dad asked with concern in his voice. He reached out and grabbed me by my elbows as I sort of sank on rubber legs.


 “Oh, sure, I’m alright,” I said, tears welling up in my eyes, “I’m great.  My friend’s dad knows I’ve been having sex with his son. That’s just great…” my voice trailed off.


 Ryan’s dad gently guided me to one of the lounge chairs and helped me to sit down. “Don’t worry, Elaine, Ryan and I talk about a lot of stuff.  It doesn’t go any farther than me. I promise you.” He said in a quiet voice.  Continuing he said, “I can see why he likes you so much.”


 “Yeah, really?” I asked, not expecting any real answer, bitterness at my first male betrayal.


 “Yes, Elly, err, Elaine,” he said, one hand resting on my shoulder as I sat in front of him. You are truly beautiful. He will remember always how beautiful a woman he was with the first time he had sex.”  His hand squeezed my shoulder gently. “I know I would remember you if I had made love with you.” I saw his genuine and gentle smile as I looked up at him, “I would remember always the gift that you gave me…”


 “Really,” I said, both mollified and intrigued. He looked so good to me as I felt the panic drain away, replaced by a feeling of gratitude.


 “Yes, truly, I would,” we said, moving just a bit closer. His crotch was now less than a foot from my face, and his feet were now on either side of mine as I sat on the lounge chair Ryan and I had used in our last mating.


 Without bidding my hands rose from my lap and slid gently up Ryan’s dad’s thighs, bypassing the growing bulge in his jeans, and sliding over his stomach, through the tufts of red hair there. As if drawn by a power other than mine, my hands drifted up to his lower chest.


 Bending, Ryan’s dad brought his face down to mine and we kissed. Softly at first, then suddenly more intensely, his tongue invaded my mouth like a slippery eel, tasting of sweat and man.  It was different, more practiced and more pleasurable than the gentle inquiring kisses Ryan and I had shared. I learned more about kissing from Ryan’s dad’s first one than from all of Ryan’s put together. He literally took my breath away.


 “I love your body,” I heard him whisper as he slid down sitting next to me on the lounge. “You are lovely and perfect,” he said, bringing his lips back to mine.  As we kissed I felt his large hand slid into my suit top and cup my small breast. I shivered under his touch, feeling my heat rise and my nipple harden.


 “Oh, my,” I said as our lips parted slightly, “that feels sooooo good.”  I ran my hand over his chest and then down over his stomach. He felt strong and wonderful.  He grabbed my wrist, gently, and moved my hand down over the lump in his jeans.  It felt hot and huge. He rubbed himself with my hand as we both looked down, seeing him move my willing and cupped hand over his sex.  I nuzzled his neck as his hand lifted free of mine, which kept massaging his growing cock, and moved, crossing me, onto my tummy.  His other hand continued to squeeze my little breasts inside my suit top. I felt my breath come more rapidly, and my pussy was beginning to leak inside my suit bottom.


 I sucked in my breath, pulling my stomach in to give his hand room to slide inside my suit, his fingers gliding through my silky pubic hair and touching the top of my slit. His hand felt warm and wonderful and larger than Ryan’s.  Lifting my hand from his jeans, I slipped my thumbs inside the waist band of my suit and tugged it down to my knees.


 “God, you’re hot, “Ryan’s dad whispered, his hand now moving easily over my mound and between my thighs.  Touching my inner thighs he said, “You are so incredibly soft there…” I felt so dizzy from his touches. I kissed him again, almost frantically, my tongue flashed into his mouth, slipping and sliding over his tongue and his teeth, tasting him, breathing in his taste.  His hands continued to move on me.


 I slipped my hand back onto his crotch, sliding it beneath his jeans. I felt the thick hair below his belly button.  Quickly, he unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them.  Lifting his butt up some, he slid them down to his ankles, slipping one foot free of them.


 I grabbed his cock. It was hard like a living rock. I looked down. He was larger than Ryan, and he had veins roughly coursing under the skin of his penis. The purple cock head flared out broader than his son’s did, and the slit in the tip seemed bigger.  I placed my fingers over the head in a small circle, and pushed down on the spongy cap, causing the slit to open. It looked as big around as a soda straw.  His crotch was covered with red hair that was rougher than mine, but silky nonetheless. His balls hung down between his legs, and I could see two distinct orbs in the loose skin of his sack. He had a light dusting of red hairs on his scrotum.  I felt my mouth water at the sight of a fully mature male organ.


 Without thinking, I bent my head down to his groin. Ryan’s dad’s hands slipped from me and then rested on my back and massaged me there, and on my neck as my mouth sought his penis.  I smelled him, drawing his scent deep into my lungs. He had a sharper, more pungent, and more powerful smell than his boy.  He excited me so much, that I almost passed out again. 


 Grasping his cock at the root with my hand (it looked so large in my hand), I wriggled it, seeing all the veins, especially the large one the wriggled along the top, and the clear demarcation of his urethra along the bottom, and I reached out with my pink tongue and just toughed his pee hole lightly.  I heard him groan. 


 Encouraged, I slipped the entire head into my mouth until I help it behind the flaring head with my lips.  I began to stroke him and suck on the head, my little pink tongue slipping all over the large head as I did so.  My mouth had to stretch to take this adult cock into it, and I was in a sort of transported state as I forced him deeper into my mouth, my tongue along the side of his rod as he slipped ever deeper into me.  I felt him untie the back of my bikini top and begin to slide his hand all over my back.  Reaching around to my waist, he turned me so I was now on my side on the lounge, my mouth on his raging penis. His hands began to stroke my naked body, along my sides, over by small breasts, and over my hips and between my thighs.  I began to buck against him. My hips began the ageless back and forth men’s touch cause in women.


 And too, he began to buck his hips up and down forcing his steel rod into my mouth and down to the rim, and back up. One of his strong hands gripped my skull and pushed in counter point to his hips.  He was fucking my face, and I could begin to taste his slimy cum as some leaked into my hot and hungry mouth. I felt in a sort of glory state that I could do this to a man; too turn his animal on so.


 Suddenly, he stopped the motion of his cock and held my head close.  “I want to fuck you,” he murmured. I want my cock in your cunt!” he said more forcefully.  He pulled his cock from my mouth with an audible pop!


 Pushing me backward, I was now on my back on the lounge.  He stood briefly, his cock rampant and shining from my saliva. Some dripped from his shaft as he reached down and plucked my top from my chest and pulled my bottoms from my legs.  He pushed his hand roughly between my thighs, forcing them wider apart.  Taking his giant rod, all red and angry looking into one clenched hand he knelt between my legs. Ryan’s dad seemed to tower over me, broad shouldered, more thickly muscled than his son, but with a man’s belly, thick hairy thighs, and a hungry look on his face.


 I heard him whisper more to himself than to me, “You’re so young. So young and lovely…”  I smiled up at him as he leaned down, resting his weight on his knees and one hand, the other holding his massive organ.  I spread my legs as wide as I could to accommodate him. This was an adult male; not a boy.  He pointed his tool at my cunt. I reached down between my legs and spread my labia as the head of his penis made electric contact with my clit. He ran the head up and down my slit. I move my hands to his neck and watched, hunched up, as his cock head spread my pussy lips as he stroked me up and down. My body was becoming focused on my groin as his cock stimulated my clit each time he rubbed it over the top of it.  His penis looked so much larger than his son’s did. I could see his cum filled balls dangling down behind his fist where it held his cock tightly.


 He kissed my forehead as he began to probe my hole.  I lifted my hips slightly to line our two sexes up, and felt him push, push, push into me.  At first just the head split me, spreading my vagina wider. I felt my head fall back onto the lounge cushion as Ryan’s dad slowly entered my tight, tight cunt. The feelings were exquisite as his thick shaft slid down some, pulled back just a little to coat itself with my flow, and then down a bit more; again and again.


 I loved the feeling of his gentle penetration, and it would be a lasting memory of that unusual day. Finally, I felt his knuckles touch my clit. I jumped when they did, the sudden pressure sending waves of pleasure through me, up to my nipples and down to my finger and toe tips.  He moved his hand away, and placed it alongside my shoulder as he pushed with his hips. His penis, pulsing with life, pushed down, and down and.., down into me. I sighed in pleasure as he bottomed out.  I wiggled by ass to seat him deeper and more completely into me. I could feel his entire length in me and the bulbous head pulsed wickedly in me.  He gently lowered himself onto me his size eclipsing me completely; blanketing my small form, and I shivered when his lower chest pressed into my nipples and mashed my breasts. He was so large on me that his chin rested on the top of my head, and I licked upward onto his neck, leaving wet trails from my tongue along the small whiskers there. This is now, truly, my fast real man.


 My hands wandered down his back to his hips and slid back up to his rib cage. I felt him begin to move over me and his organ began its long slide up and up, vacating my pussy, suctioning fluids up with it as it rose majestically from within me until just the tip, dripping my honey, was touching my now red hole. I felt my hot juices flow down over my anus and onto the crack of my ass, spread under Ryan’s dad’s weight. And then… And then he pushed is tool back into me. This time faster until his red cock hairs pushed into my pubis, the root of his cock shoving against my clit. My breath exploded from me. With a rush, and I grasped at his shoulders.


 His chest broke contact with mine as he began to pump in me. In and out his giant man-cock split my cunt, shoving aside my lips with each thrust. I could feel my cunt gripping his shaft as he pulled it back, only to shove it home again.  Again and again he pulled forth and plunged back into me. My eyes shut tight at the pleasure he was giving me with his mighty penis. He began to grunt each time he shoved his penis into me, violating my depths. And each time he grunted it was followed by a wet sound as his belly slapped mine and his large testicles bounced against my asshole.


 I began to moan and then to grunt with him each time he thrust home. “Ungh, ungh, ungh,” we said together, “Ungh, ungh, ungh,” as he pumped and my hips rose to meet his wetly.  I surrendered thought as he fucked me and fucked me and fucked me over and over. His son had never really fucked me like this, but he was still a boy, just a boy. This was a full fledged alpha male rutting on top of me, taking pleasure from my youth and my tight young pussy, and my young, almost flat tits; his cock outsized to my cunt.


 And I was in glory as he fucked me. Filling me over and over again with his body. His penis seemed to grow in me until it seemed to fill the universe. My stomach felt filled like never before as he thrust again and again into me.  My arms feel weakly to my sides as he fucked my small body. “Ungh, ungh,” he grunted over me.


 Suddenly, my body spasmed, leaping out of control as my stomach rolled in muscle gripping waves, and my thighs clenched his thighs, and my breath left me again, and the soles of my feet clenched in spasmodic pain, my toes curling. My fingers clasping and unclasping at nothing as my orgasm flooded my entire being.  My eyes flung open and I could just make Ryan’s dad out as he humped me like a bear, sweat now dripping from him onto my tiny 13 year old body. 


 Just as I was about to pass out from the pain and pleasure of his fucking, he rose up, pulled his cock from within me with a sudden, vacating move that left my innards feeling suddenly abandoned. He struggled up my body, and I knew what he wanted.  I leaned my head up, opening my mouth to his bulging cock.  He laid it on my tongue, and I could taste me, all ocean waves and slippery musk.  “Ohhhhhh,” he cried out as a giant rope of cum leaped from the slit in the tip of his cock head and flooded into my mouth. And again and again he spewed forth his white hot seed.  He leaned back, pointed his cock at my torso, jets of cum spurting out of his cock onto my chest, coating my small breasts with his blasts, each drop feeling like hot candle wax on my already superheated skin.


 His neck was taunt in a rictus that pulled his tendons tight, opening his mouth in a grimace as he spurted his cum. His balls rolled and flexed with each jet of his cum, until, until there was just a dribble sliding from the head, a long, slow drop onto one nipple. 


 Slowly, his breathing, and mine, returned to normal.  “My lord,” he said, “That was absolutely unbelievable.”  I agreed.  He milked some remaining cum from his cock. I opened my mouth to show him a wad of his cum still on cupped by my tongue.  “You are a natural,” he said, smiling down at me. “Swallow it,” he commanded.  And I did.


 His cum tasted stronger than his son’s did. It was somewhat more bitter and had a stronger male aftertaste.  I loved it more than anything I had ever had before.  He reached down and smeared his cum into my very, very sensitive breasts saying, “Cum will make them grow.”  Each time she ran a heavy hand over my tit, it sent large waves tumbling though me.  I reached down and cupped my small cunt, feeling it, seeing if it had somehow been left opened as wide as a soup can.  While tender, she felt just as before. Tight, and wet and wanton.


 Ryan’s dad then took his semi-erect cock and placed it on my lips, leaning forward. He commanded me to suck him, to clean him off. I opened willingly while he fed his penis into my welcoming mouth. I loved our tastes, his and mine together. Man and girl. Heavy and fresh.  He pulled himself from my mouth and hung his balls over my face. I reached up and held his sack at the base and licked his hairy balls, savoring the taste of my juices on him, and marveling at their size and their movements, seemingly independent of him or me.


 Finally, Ryan’s dad lifted himself completely free of me.  Reaching onto the floor, he picked up the pink shop towel and began to wipe his cum from me. “You’ll need to wash off before you go home,” he said.


 “Yes,” I said, “I know.”


 He bent over, his cock now flaccid, but still large and red, picked up his jeans shorts and stepped into them. “You’d better get dressed now, Elaine,” he said, the first man every to call me by my full, woman’s name. 


 Carefully, I pulled up my suit bottom, gently spreading my legs to fit the rough material against my tender, ravaged cunt.  I slipped my bra-like top over my shoulders, and turning, he tied the back strings together.


 He cupped my chin in his one hand, and looking at me with a serious _expression said, “You know, you can’t tell anyone about this…” I said I knew and he didn’t have to worry.  “Good,” he said. 


 I combed my hair with my fingertips, and replaced my ponytail, which had come undone during our sex, with the elastic band.  “I…” started to say.


 “Yes,” he answered.


 “I.., well, that was the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me…” I stood on wobbly legs. 


 He reached for my chin again, and holding it said, smiling at me, “You were simply the best little fuck there has ever been.”  And I loved him for it.


 

“Can we..,” I began, but he cut me off.


 “No… We’d better not.”


 “Why don’t you just give Ryan a good time,” he instructed.  “He needs you. He needs to learn from you.”


 “But,” I whined, “I don’t know any more than he does.


 “Yes. Yes you do. You are a natural,” he said. Motioning, he said, “You’d better leave now before Ryan’s mom gets home. And there it was. I had fucked both son and father on the same cushion, and both had been momentous. Both had been wonderful.


 I walked through the door, blinking in the sunlight, and began to walk slowly down the street toward the beach. I heard Ryan’s dad call my name, “Elaine.”  I paused and turned. He said, “Say hello to Gina for me.” And smiled a broad smile.  I smiled back, thrilled.


 

More of My 14th Summer II

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When Holly’s Dad said “Do me,” we were in the shower. He had just given me a lesson in sensual pleasure unmatched in my young life, and he arose from the session invigorated. So, he grabbed me up and we showered.  My legs were still rubbery, but it was nice to be soaped up by such a man.  It is hard to underestimate the importance of what he taught me that summer afternoon in his small bungalow at the Jersey Shore.

One of them was oral sex. I mean on me!  He was the first guy to ever eat me, and I loved it. It was much; much different than masturbation, either by me or by one of the boys I had been with. I think they played with my sex as much ou
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t of curiosity as anything, and I don't recall ever being brought to orgasm by a guy when he fingered me.

Just in case you haven't read the previous installment, Holly was a girl I knew at the Shore one summer, and her dad had approached me, rather lewdly on the boardwalk and talked me into going with him to his little cottage.  Inside he "had his way with me," which was great, as that was exactly what I wanted. He was in his forties, in pretty good shape, and, while I had had sex with a man about his age the summer before, this was to be an entirely new experience. He talked me into going with him with the promise of cunnilingus (which was not a word he used, nor one that I knew at the time).

But, as I said, it was a new thing for me, a man licking me. As his mouth moved over my sex I had such interesting feelings. The first of which was less physical and more emotional. As I watched him slide between my legs, his knees on the floor and his mouth on my cunt, I was just amazed. Seeing a grown man so entranced with my pussy that he was willing to inspect it “up close,” to sniff me, and to probe and stimulate me with his lips and tongue was remarkable to a young girl whose only experience with oral sex was of the giving kind.  But, I must confess, that didn’t last very long as the sensual feels overwhelmed any intellectual experience I may have been having.

I remember pinching and pulling on my nipples as he worked on my pussy, his tongue lapping at my wet slit and sucking on my engorged clit.  As juvenile as they were, my breasts felt fuller than ever before, and my nipples became as hard as pencil erasers as ran his wet tongue between my lips. He cupped my ass cheeks in his strong hands, and sort of squeezed them in some rhythm beating in his mind. I loved the feelings when he parted my sparse public hair with his tongue, running it up to my navel when he probed me deeply there, causing a feeling that can best be described as a string or slithery electrical connection to my womb, much like it feels when you are propelled over the top of a roller coaster hill. It caused me to tighten up my stomach muscles such that I almost did a sit up, and it left a decidedly fluttery feeling in me.

He also nipped with is teeth at my outer lips and on the very, very soft skin on either side of my inner thighs, licking or sucking on the tiny abrasions. This was a particularly great feeling. It was almost like being very warm and having someone drop an ice cube, just briefly, on your skin, which was a very sensuous interruption to the greater build.  It caused me to sort of suck in a quick breath when he did.

As I touched on in the previous episode, he also rimmed my anus. This was something completely knew to me, but of course most things having to do with my body were new to me. I was, after all, only 14 years old. At first I was just amazed that anyone would so such a thing. It had never, ever crossed my mind that my asshole was another erogenous zone. Imagine my surprise as he lifted my hips up higher off the mattress in his hands, my legs up in the air, and my heels on his shoulders, as he tongued me there!  Amazing.  It was similar but somehow much, much more electric than when he tongued my bellybutton. 

I have to say, I was pretty much blow away by the very naughtiness of it, but I was really sent flying from the shear pleasure of it.  He used his tongue in magical ways. He rimed my anus by enclosing it within an open circle of his lips and his tongue roamed around the edges. He flicked his tongue over my sensitive and highly charged pucker much like he had been doing with my clit. He then probed my anus with his tongue, which he made all pointy and hard.  My eyes were shut tight as he did that.  He also flattened his tongue and lapped me there. It is impossible to adequately describe the thrill of such intimate contact to me at 14.

Then he began to lick me from the top of my slit down to my anus like a dog. I loved it! I really just.., loved the feelings. Then, when he sucked on my clit and then, as I described in the previous story, as he.., hummed as he sucked my clit I had such a powerful orgasm that I know I must have nearly crushed his head with my thighs.  I wish I could remember if I screamed, but I am pretty certain that I, at the very least, moaned like crazy.  Or maybe neither, because I had such a hard time breathing as wave and wave of pleasure rocketed through me.  I curled my toes so tightly that I developed cramps in the tendons along the underside of my feet.  In truth, that was the most powerful sexual experience of my young, teeny life.

He also gave me a real fucking. It was such a pleasure to have sex in a real bed with a real man. His penis was larger than any I had experienced until then, but I later learned was really on the upper side of average.  But, I remember two main things about it, and that it was fat and I really felt full; filled up when he pushed it all the way into me, and the other was a result of his command, "Do me."

"Do me." meant oral sex.  Most of you probably already knew that, but I am afraid that I had to ask him what he meant.  He kissed me and told me I was sooooo cute. I think he loved it that I was a girl of limited experience and didn't quite understand everything.

So, there in the shower, I "did him".

I sat on the edge of the tub while he turned the water off. At first I felt a chill along my naked back and rump as I sat on the cold porcelain.  He turned his body to face me, presenting his long, fat penis.  It was mostly hard, and it protruded from a nest of dark, wiry pubic hair. The hair surrounding his sex was longer than mine, and curled around the base of his stalk and crept up his belly where it joined a river that flowed up over his slightly rounded stomach and then erupted volcanically over his broad, muscled chest. A riot of softer curls covered his large scrotum, and I could easily see his large oval testicles hanging within.

The truth is, this was the first cock that I had ever really seen up close. Sure I had sucked several but those were mostly at night in a more or less furtive manner. This was the first time I had been face-to-face, so to speak, with an alpha cock from an alpha male.  Made me shiver with anticipation, and I swear it, my mouth watered.

I reached forward and cupped his balls, which felt large and heavy in one hand, and gripped, loosely, his fat shaft.  The head of his penis was large and flared outward at the crown, and was definitely larger in diameter than the long, vein-riddled shaft. The pee hole seemed like a large slit, as it was part of a longer divide that began at the top of the opening and continued down to the underside of his cock.  The head was darker in color than the shaft, which was pinky-white. The blue veins that criss-crossed it were blue, and there was a longer and bigger one than snaked down the top of his shaft, submerging just behind the glands.  My hand barely fit around his club-like cock, and it made my hand seem small.  If I hadn't already been wonderfully fucked by this monster, I would have wondered how he could fit that thing into my tiny body.

I licked the head, my tongue sliding over his cum hole and down the slit to the under portion. I flicked my tongue there much as he had done with my clit, and it elicited a soft moan from him, and he bent his knees slightly in pleasure, pushing his cock toward my face.  I took that as my cue to slip the bulbous head into my mouth where I held it with my lips just behind the head. I stroked his hardened shaft a few times, feeling the skin slide mysteriously over the rock-hard interior.

I felt him rest his hands on either side of my head as I began to suck more of him into my mouth.  He helped some by pushing his cock deeper into me; just an inch or two and then slid it backward out.  I jiggled his balls in my other hand, marveling at the weight of them. I wondered, briefly, how men could walk around with so much "stuff" hanging between their thighs.

I released his nut sack and, resting one palm against his lower stomach, I began to pump his cock while suctioning the enormous head. I shut my eyes and gave myself over to the wonderful, magical, sensations of this large penis sliding over my tongue as it moved in and out of my mouth in counterpoint to my stroking.  I felt his heavy balls bouncing against my thumb where it wrapped around his hard shaft each time he pushed his cock into me.

Little by little the two of us began to push him deeper into my hot, liquid and willing mouth until the flared head was pushing against my uvula, which is that little hangy-down thing in your throat.  I gagged a little, so he didn't push it much beyond that, content with my suctioning, and pistoning of his penis.  I could feel the softer muscles of his lower abdomen flex as he pushed and pulled his hips.  I loved the feeling of his testicles bouncing against my hand and then my chin, and how the skin on his shaft slipped wondrously over the hard interior. He smelled deliciously of Ivory soap.

Bending over, he released my head and reached down between us and began to massage each of my breasts as he pumped in and out of my mouth. My nipples, already hard, must have turned to diamond-like points and the feelings were electric-like spasms that lanced through me as his cock slipped in and out of me. In and out, making slurping sounds as he began to fuck my face in earnest.

He gripped my tits tightly as he began to really push in and out of my mouth. I released his cock and grabbed onto his thighs, trying to control the depth of his penetration. I could feel his belly against the top of my head as he bend to fondle and compress my tits. His balls swung all the way up under my chin each time he shoved his cock into me.

Suddenly I began to panic as it became harder and harder to breath and my heart began to flutter as he fucked me. My lips parted from the liquid seal around his shaft as I gasped for air. He let go of my tortured breasts, and taking my slightly open mouth as some sort of invitation, he began to push his iron hard shaft deeper into my throat. Each time he pushed into my throat, I choked, which seemed to drive him on. In and out, he went. Over and over again; in and out, in-and-out, inandout, inandout, in and out, as he varied the rhythm, with me choking, saliva slobbering out of my mouth, over shaft, and dropping down onto my breasts and thighs. I felt tears stinging out of the corners of my eyes as he began to really thrust into and out of my mouth.

Finally, I just open my mouth fairly wide, which allowed me to catch some air each time he pulled back, and my panic dropped away. I began to love the idea of him fucking my face like he was. I began to welcome the feel of his cock as it probed deeply into my little throat. I began to feel an orgasm welling up in my innards and, just as he shoved his cock so deep into my throat that my nose was buried within his wiry public hair, It felt like there was a hard plastic ball that was inflating within me, growing larger and larger until I felt a series of mini-explosions in my cunt!  Then, then I felt his cock flex, I heard his load moving as there was a rush of cum down his urethra, which I felt on my tongue just before it spurted into my mouth.

And did he cum. I couldn't believe how much he came. His hot, salty sperm poured from his slit into my mouth. Suddenly, his cock slipped from my cum-hungry mouth as his spunk splattered on my face and chest. It felt like really hot, hot wax as it hit my young girl flesh.  Cum dribbled from my lower lip as his hand gripped his cock and he pumped, splat, pump splat and pumped his hot cum all over me. Until. Until at last it was over.  I felt his cum cooling onto me as his very, very large and red cock began to slowly, ever so slowly deflate before my gaze.  He gave a very deep exhale before reaching down and pulling me to my feet before him.

He looked at me with mild amusement, and said, "You know, you are a blank canvas." I wasn't sure what he meant then, but I now know that he knew I had no preconceptions of how sex was supposed to be, and curious and willing to learn, I was a sexual treasure to him.

Bending over, he licked some of his sperm from my face, then kissed me, his tongue carrying his nectar into my already sperm drenched mouth. Together we tasted his cum, and together we loved it.

I held onto him as he pulled me back under the warm spray of the shower, and once again he massaged my body, this time very gently, washing his sperm from my flesh.  I felt very tired, but very happy as he lifted me from the tub. I patted me dry with a large bath towel as I stood limply before him.  I loved the feel of his powerful hands as he dried me.  I glanced at our reflection in the full-length mirror that was attached to the back of the bathroom door, and what I saw was so wonderfully erotic. I appeared to be such a small, young thing next to this tall, powerful alpha male. His penis still protruded largely from his lower abdomen.

When he dropped my towel, I could see that the top of my head barely reached his collarbones, and my small boned and slim, almost hairless little body with its gentle curves contrasted with his large and powerful one.  I watched myself as I reached down and grip his flaccid penis in my hands. It took both of them to hold his length, and I could see his balls moving as I help his shaft.  I heard a purr or growl, rather, in his throat, and after a bit he said, "Honey, we'll have to do this again later....

I was so happy to hear that. Last year with Ryan's dad, we had only the one time, and this man, Holly's dad was promising me more...

"But, now we'd better call it a day. Holly may come home anytime to get ready to go out tonight, and it might be awkward to explain you,” he said.

I understood, and moved in a sort of slumbery daze to where my suit bottom and top were.  He helped me to "dress", and I slipped on my flip-flops, picked up my beach towel and little beach bag.  He hugged me from behind before opening the door.  I slipped on my oversized sunglasses against the glare. Glancing both ways up and down the boardwalk and seeing no one, I stepped out into the sun, and walked, kind of crookedly down his short walk to the tiny wooden gate.  I crossed the boardwalk to the steps where Mark had fucked me the night before and walked down onto the sand.

I spread my towel, sat down, slathered some lotion on me, particularly on my inner thighs that had been rubbed red, and lay back, exhausted and pleasured beyond belief.

I couldn't wait for the next time.

Let me know if you want to learn more of my 14th summer at the Jersey Shore.


--Elaine


My Scottish Fling

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Robbie met Elaine in the bar of the New York City hotel in which he and his best friend, Mike, shared a room to save on expenses.  Robbie agreed to meet Elaine here so she could “check him out,” as she put it. As a favor, he asked his mate, Mikey, to spend some time away so that he could be with Elaine privately. 

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man, times, serif">That was, after all, one of the main reasons he had come to the States from Aberdeen in the first place.  His wife, Lianne, as wonderful as she was, did not seem really into sex, and Robbie had a much stronger drive than she did. So, he was in a marriage where sex was down the list of priorities, and had, through sexual frustration and curiosity, met Elaine on an Internet chat room. Over the months they had exchanged emails and chatted on-line exchanging naughty thoughts, fantasies and stories.

She was as beautiful as he had hoped, and as her pictures had suggested. As they sat across from each other at the small round table, he enjoyed watching her as she spoke with the charming Yankee accent. He liked the way her shoulder-length auburn hair moved as she talked, and how her hazel-green eyes flashed when she smiled. He especially liked how she was dressed in a light cotton shirt with at least three buttons undone, and he could see the tops of her breasts. The shirt was only partially opaque, so he could make out the shape of her bra and bra straps, noting that they appeared to be a light peach color, and he wondered if her panties matched.

Her outfit was finished off in a short gray skirt, black hose, which he hoped were thigh-high rather than pantyhose like she said she liked, black high-heels and some simple gold jewelry. After a bit of chitchat Elaine must have decided that Robbie wasn’t some sort Highland ax-murder. She reached out her hand, and touched Robbie’s lightly with her fingertips.

“Why don’t we go to your room, “Elaine purred. Robbie couldn’t believe that his luck would be so good.

Together they went to the elevator. When the door closed, Elaine, rising up on her toes, gave Robbie a quick kiss on the lips, startling him. He looked down into her eyes and was struck with just how lively they seemed.

As he placed the keycard in the slot he felt Elaine’s hands slide around his waist from behind as she leaned against his back pushing her firm breasts into him. Her hands slid over his stomach and she tucked her fingertips into the waistband of his trousers. He felt his cock begin to stir as he felt her body next to his. The door clicked and he pushed his way into the room with Elaine following immediately behind, her hands on his hips.

Once in the room he clicked on a light by the bed, and turned to see Elaine smiling at him as she began to unbutton her blouse. “Sit down,” she said. “Let me show you…”

He did as she asked, sitting on one of the two double beds in the room. In the soft light he watched as Elaine finished unbuttoning her blouse. Slowly she drew it back revealing her bra-encased breasts. He was fascinated. He could see the darker circles of her areoles where they pressed against the sheer patterned silk of the bra. Her nipples pushed out through the fabric and were plainly visible. 

As Elaine slipped her arms from her blouse, she let it fall to the floor behind her. She ran her hands over her hips, up over her smooth tummy and over her breasts. Robbie could see that she was pushing them up, and that excited him. Cupping her right breast in her left hand, she used the other to slip the left shoulder strap from the bra down. Then, changing hands, she cupped her left breast in her right hand and moved the right strap down, as well. Elaine smiled at Robbie as she pulled her bra cups down, exposing her breasts to his gaze. He could see the blue veins lacing under her pink skin. Her nipples stuck out about a half inch and were encircled in dark, rose-red and slightly bumpy areoles. Robbie felt his pulse quicken, and his mouth go dry.

Elaine reached behind herself with both hands and unhooked her bra from the rear, letting it fall to the floor at her feet. Her breasts were exquisite and stood proudly out from her chest. She cupped both her breasts in her hands and began to massage them, while watching all the while Robbie’s reaction. She pinched her nipples and tugged on them, pulling her breasts into large cones.

He loved watching her breasts move under her hands as she rubbed them, and Robbie was so excited by the erotic show Elaine was putting on just a couple of feet from him, that couldn’t help himself, and he cupped his now steel-hard penis through his pants, squeezing it. Elaine paused, and dropped her hands to her waist. When she released her breasts, they bobbed briefly, exciting Robbie even more.

She smiled at Robbie, her eyes now hooded as she moved her hands to her back again turning away from him and began to lower, slowly, the zipper that was at the rear of her skirt. He noticed for the first time in “real life” what a wonderful ass she had. It was curvy, but not too large—womanly, but girlish at the same time. Then Elaine began to lower her skirt. Slowly it dropped from her waist to her upper hips, showing him a hint of her panties (they were peach-colored, too!). She looked over her shoulder at him, smiling a Mona Lisa smile as she let her skirt drop to her feet

Robbie could see the twin globes of her panty-covered ass. He could see through the almost transparent panties the crack of her ass as it descended to her upper thighs. Her long legs were encased in sheer black hose with dark paisley-patterned tops, and her feet were still in her black patent-leather high heels. She looked fabulous, and she was stripping just for him! 

“Do you like me, Robbie?” Elaine asked, turning toward him, her voice husky with desire. Her body was glorious. Robbie could see the small, trim bush of her reddish pubic hair through her panties. Her mound was somewhat pronounced and led upward to her soft, female belly with her small belly button in the middle. Her skin was pale pink and so smooth. “Do you like what you see?” she asked again. Robbie nodded, not trusting his voice. “Do you want this?” she asked, rubbing one hand over her cunt, cupping it and rubbing it lewdly. She slipped her hand inside her panties, and he could see one of her fingers slipping between the folds of her pussy.

Robbie’s hands went to his belt. Elaine said, “Don’t." She stepped toward him only in her peach-colored panties, tight fitting black hose and high heels, her breasts swaying as she moved. She bent over and began to work his belt, her breasts now hanging down before him. Her eyes met Robbie’s. She kissed him. At first lightly, then more insistently, her tongue pushing into is mouth. She tasted so fresh and wonderful as she probed him.

He reached up and cupped her breasts in both his hands as she undid his belt and unzipped his pants. She tugged at his trousers and he lifted his ass from the bed as she pulled them down to mid-thigh. Then she took one of her fingers, the one that he had seen disappear into her pussy, and she pushed it into his mouth like a small dick. He could taste her wonderful sex juice, which inflamed him even more. She stroked it in and out of his sucking mouth like she was fucking him. It was such a new thing he nearly came.

Her other hand felt his penis and his balls through his underwear. Pulling her finger from his mouth, she reached both hands down and stroked his thighs, running her red nails up to where his thighs joined his torso. She ran her fingers through his thick pubic hair, grazing his flesh around his cock. One hand reached and gripped his now rigid penis, and her other cupped his hairy balls, jiggling them as if gauging their weight, as if judging how much sperm they contained.

He tugged on her breasts as she bent over him, encircling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and squeezing and tugging as if he were milking her. She shuddered and shut her eyes; concentrating briefly on the pleasure Robbie was giving her. “Just a minute,” she murmured, and knelt before him and tugged his pants to the floor. He lifted one foot, then the other. She removed his shoes and socks. He stared at her, her movements so fluid and female, her breasts swaying as she finished undressing him. Quickly, Robbie pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor near his other clothes.

She settled on her knees, leaning back on her haunches, her ass on her heels, and smiled up at Robbie. She took his massive organ in one hand, and cupped his ball sack in the other. “Spread your legs wider,” she said, and he did. She then bent over and licked the flaring head of his penis with her pink tongue. She slid it all around the sensitive head and around the rim.  Elaine glanced up at Robbie, and then ran her hot tongue down one side of his penis and up the other. He felt her fingers gently flexing his balls. She pushed his shaft back against his stomach and licked the entire length from just behind the flaring head, down, down, down between his nuts. She sucked first one into her mouth, holding it there while he felt the heat and wet, and then the other. She nuzzled him down below his nuts and he tentatively raised his legs, holding them at the knees and rolling slightly back onto his lower back. She licked farther down until he felt her hot tongue probing his anus. The feelings were like nothing he had ever experienced and he was nearly overwhelmed with sexual passion.

She began to stroke his rod as she licked his ass and up and down his shaft. All of Robbie’s being was now between his legs. Elaine rose up slightly and took the head of his cock between her full lips, encircling it just behind the head. Robbie felt her tongue sliding around the spongy mushroom cock head and then probing his slit, lapping up his pre-cum that leaked from it. Robbie looked down as his cock rested in her mouth and marveled at how she made him feel. He reached down and stroked her neck and shoulders.  Elaine looked up at him, and smiled with her eyes. 

Slowly, her eyes still on his, Elaine swallowed his cock, her face moving down ever closer to the root of his stalk. Robbie couldn’t believe his eyes as his large, iron stiff penis slowly disappeared into Elaine’s hot mouth. He could feel her tongue underneath his shaft as his cock slid over it. Soon, he felt the large, spongy mushroom head of his cock slip into a constricted space, and he knew that his cock was going into her throat!

He couldn’t believe it. Her lips and nose were buried in his public hair. He could feel her lower lip on his scrotum and then.., she made several swallowing motions with her throat and he nearly came. She was milking him. Too soon, she began to let his cock slip from her throat, over a tongue until she held the head with her lips and her agile tongue danced over the sensitive head.  She began to pump his cock, now covered with her saliva as he looked on. The stroking motion caused her breasts to swing back and forth on her chest, and her cheeks were concave with her suction on his cock.

Again she slipped his penis down deep into her, and then back up. Down and up, down and up, each time supplying wonderful suction-pleasure to his penis. She cupped his balls and rolled them gently in her hand as her head began to bob up and down his shaft, rubbing her thumb over the slick and sensitive cock head on the up stroke. His hips began to move in a fucking motion as she sucked him. He felt his balls begin to boil as the cum began its tortured climb up his cock. Just before he came she pulled free of his cock with her mouth wide open, and pointing his cock there. She pumped his cock up and back, up and back, his balls swinging as she worked on his orgasm.

Suddenly, his cock lurched in her hand and a thick jet of white sperm leaped from his tiny slit and splattered on her teeth and lips. The second jet shot directly into her mouth in such a flood that Elaine coughed at the amount. The third string of thick, hot, white jizz splashed across her cheek and nose, a giant glob lading just under one eye.

Elaine continued to pump him, as sperm leaked out, rolling over his bulbous head onto her fist, lubricating her slowing strokes. His cock, now slippery with his sperm felt incredible as she rubbed the palm of her other hand over the head, causing his hips to jump in the painful pleasure of it. She smiled up at him, her face covered in his cum. She opened her lips and showed him a pool of his white, sweet-tasting cum on her tongue. She curled it back into her mouth and swallowed his sperm.  With one finger, she scraped the warm, sticky liquid from her cheek and nose and carried it, dripping, into her mouth. There were small spatters of his seed on her tits.

As his cock deflated, he looked down, amazed that his chat room fantasy had come to life. She had given him the most mind-bending orgasm of his life! It was something he could only dream about with his wife Lianne back in Scotland.

Elaine sat back on her ass, her legs spread apart, and her breasts heaving as she caught her breath. “Wow,” she said, “That was absolutely wonderful!” She rested her weight on her hands; her arms bend backward as she looked up at him. “You have sooooo much sperm, sooo much cum I almost couldn’t take it all.

At that moment they both heard a soft cough. Robbie looked quickly up and Elaine turned her head quickly.  There, leaning against the hallway door, stood Mikey. His face was flushed, and he was cupping his cock and balls in his hand through his jeans.

“Jeeze!” Robbie yelled, “I thought I told you I needed privacy! Get out!”

“But..,” Mikey stammered.

“Wait,” Elaine said.  She turned back to Robbie and said, “You remember when you wrote to me and said what a turn on it would be if you could see Lianne fucked by another guy?”

Robbie nodded, his cock, red from his blow job, looked from Elaine, naked except for her panties, stockings and heels, to his mate, Mikey, his hands cupping his obvious erection.

“Well,” Elaine said, “Why not now?”

With that she got quickly to her feet and walked up to Mikey. She put her hands out, taking him by the wrists and placed his hands on her tits.  With her hands, she pulled at his belt and quickly unzipped his jeans.  Mikey, massaging her breasts and smiling in wonder, stepped from his trousers and underwear, his cock standing almost straight out.

Robbie had seen plenty of naked men before in the showers after sports, but this was the first time he had ever seen a man’s cock hard and throbbing, and it was exciting thinking that this could be like having Mikey and Lianne getting ready to fuck while he watched.  Elaine pulled Mikey’s shirt over his head, and led him, naked now, over to the bed. 

“Robbie, you sit over there,” Elaine said, pointing to an armchair at the table near the foot of the bed.  She stood on her tiptoes and kissed Mikey, his cock touching her silk-clad pussy, her breasts pushing into his chest. Robbie could she their tongues moving in each other’s mouths in a hot French kiss, and Robbie wondered if Mikey could taste his sperm in Elaine’s mouth.

Mikey hands roamed over Elaine’s back and ass as they stood before Robbie.  Mikey’s hands slipped under her panties and slid over the curved twin bubbles of her butt.  When their kiss broke, Elaine pulled her panties down, her large breasts hanging down and swinging as she stepped from them, and then turning, climbed onto the bed.

Robbie felt his cock stirring as he watched as Elaine lay back, her head on the pillow, her legs spread, her pussy now wide open to the two men’s view.  She slipped a finger into herself and pulled it out covered in her slick honey, and gleaming in the lamplight.  Inserting the finger in her mouth, she said to Mikey, “Come here and fuck me…”  She spread her cunt lips with her fingers. Robbie and Mikey could see how wet and red she was inside as she held her lips open. They could see the small, darker pink rosebud of her anus, and her breasts lay flatter on his ribcage. There was a small patch of almost red pussy hair above her slit on her lower belly, but as best he could see from the chair, she was otherwise hairless. Her outer lips appeared like two halves of a peach, curved and softly rounded, and inside her inner lips flared open like the soft petals of an exotic tropical flower, web and gleaming in the soft room lights.

Robbie couldn’t believe how turned on he has.  Mikey climbed onto the bed and knee-walked between Elaine’s beautiful legs, his hands running up her nylon-covered legs to her soft, white inner thighs. Robbie could almost imagine that Mikey was about to screw Lianne. He knew Lianne had once been turned on by Mikey when he was in the Army, and had hoped that one day he could watch Lianne getting fucked by his best mate, Mikey.

Mikey’s penis was hard and much thicker and longer than Robbie’s. His lower stomach and his balls, which seemed larger, too, were covered in a nest of dark pubic hair, and his balls hung loose in their sack. Mikey’s cock was covered in small veins and a long, darker one, wriggled along the top of the shaft as Mikey leaned forward, pointing his rampant manhood at Elaine’s cunt.  Robbie wasn’t jealous because Mikey had a larger cock, but he was excited thinking about how his best friend was about to use that mighty pole and fuck his wife, Lianne. She reached forward, and took his cock in her hand, guiding the head to her wet slit.  She rubbed the head up and down her slit, covering it with her sex secretions and coating her clit with it.  She slowly slipped the head of Mikey’s cock into her tight hole, his cock head splitting apart her lips.

She sighed as Mikey pushed a couple of inches into her, pulled out, then thrust deeper, pulled back and then.., then his cock seemed to settle into her depths as he sank it into her to the root.  Elaine gasped as his cock bottomed out in her vagina, and Mikey muttered, “Lord, she’s as tight as a school girl.”

Robbie could see his friend’s ass clenching as he leaned down and sucked one of Leanness’ engorged nipples into his mouth.  She pulled her legs up until the calves rested alongside Mikey’s hips. Impatient, she began a rocking motion with her hips, but Mikey wasn’t ready to hump her yet.  Mikey wiggled his ass, seating his cock even deeper into Lianne and Robbie could see his balls sliding over Leanne’s sweet ass, covering her asshole with his hairy scrotum. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs locked around his waist. Robbie’s cock was harder as he watched his friend’s pole begin to slide slowly up, wet and shiny, from within Lianne’s pussy.

Robbie looked on in wonder as his friend began to pump in and out of Lianne faster and faster, they bodies slapping together, Mikey’s ass opening and clenching each time he pulled back and shoved in.  Robbie got up from the chair and moved over to the bed to get a closer look. He’d never actually seen, in real life, people fucking.  He had dreamed for years of seeing someone fucking his Lianne, but this was almost as good. He could see them moving, their hips pulling apart and coming together over and over and over again. He heard Mikey grunt softly each time he drove his large cock deep into Lianne, and he heard Lianne moaning with the pleasure of his rod moving within her.

His cock was now so hard he had to hold it in his hand as he walked.  He moved close behind the two rutting on the mattress. He could clearly see Mikey’s cock slipping in and out of Lianne, her pussy gripping at his cock each time he pulled up. He could see Lianne’s asshole covered in her juices, and could hear the slippery sound as Mikey’s cock moved in and out. Mikey’s balls fascinated him, as they seemed to roll and move with a life of their own, and the long ridge that ran as an extension of Mikey’s cock behind his balls to his anus. He could clearly see Mikey’s asshole each time his cheeks spread apart when he pulled from Lianne, and he could see Mikey’ fat cock head as he almost pulled free from Lianne’s clutching pussy lips. He could see the veins pulsing over Mikey’s hot and wet shaft as he pulled in out and shoved it deeply into his Internet lover.., into Lianne’s hot cunt, with a liquid sound

Suddenly, Mikey’s shaft pulled completely free of Lianne’s hole, and he tried several times, unsuccessfully, to poke it back in. Robbie could see Lianne’s red and slippery-wet pussy reaching and clutching, but just missing Mikey’s swollen manhood. Without thinking Robbie grabbed Mikey’s slick penis from behind and guided it toward Lianne’s desperate pussy. As he tried to put it into Elaine’s hot, hot pussy, Mikey pumped forward and back a couple of times in Robbie’s grip, slipping the cock’s length in Robbie’s tight grip before plunging home in Lianne’s cunt. Mikey resumed his fucking. Robbie glanced at his hand, now covered in Lianne’s juices. He had never touched another man’s cock before, especially not one as hard as Mikey’s. It felt strange in his hand. It was so hard and hot, and fat and long, and he was amazed at how the skin slid on the shaft as Mikey had pumped his hand. He was amazed at how erotic that had felt. He reached forward, slowly, and touched Mikey’s cock as it slid in and out of Lianne, allowing his palm to be stroked by the underside of Mikey’s cock. “Man, that feels great,” Robbie heard his friend mutter as he lay on Lianne’s body, his hips pistoning.

Robbie, emboldened by Mikey’s words, slipped a hand over his friend’s balls as he stroked Lianne. Lianne’s hips were grinding up and down as Mikey fucked her. Robbie could hear both of their breaths coming in rasping gasps as they fought for their orgasms.

“Fuck me Mikey!  Fill my cunt with your hot sperm!  I want you to fill me with your baby-making juice. I want to feel your hot cum in my twat; in my cunt; in my pussy; in my, oh, oh, in my gash!” Lianne almost screamed. “Fuck me, shoot your jizz in me.., oh, oh, oh,..”

Finally, Mikey pumped deeply into Lianne, pulled quickly out and back in again rapidly several times, and Robbie knew his friend was close. With a loud grunt, Mikey emptied his balls into Lianne’s pussy. His friend seemed to collapse onto Lianne, spent as he sperm flooded her womb.  Robbie, now leaning on one elbow, watched as some of Mikey’s sperm leaked from between Mikey’s shrinking penis and Lianne’s swollen pussy lips, running in a thick, white stream down over Lianne’s asshole and dripping onto the bedspread.

“Oh, migod,” Robbie thought. “That was the most incredible thing I have ever seen!”

Mikey’s cock softened fairly quickly, and he rolled off of Elaine to lie beside her.  “Jeeze, Robbie,” he said, “She’s about the best lay on the planet!”  He smiled at his friend, one hand reaching for Elaine’s tit. He pinched one of her swollen nipples as Robbie moved over between Elaine’s legs, which were laying spread apart.

He could see her swollen cunt lips where they lay spread open leaving her pussy exposed to his view. Her clit was large and swollen and poked out of it’s little hood, and he could see how red and blood-engorged her insides were. He was amazed at how much sperm there was leaking slowly from her pussy.  Robbie reached forward and run his finger over her cum-covered anus, and along her pussy gash.  He pushed one finger into Elaine’s pussy, and was elated to hear her moan in pleasure.

He pulled his finger free and, placing it beneath his nose, smelled the combined sex of his two friends, Mikey’s sperm and Elaine’s honey. It was intoxicating, and Robbie’s head swam for a moment.  He licked their juices from his finger, shutting his eyes in pleasure at the naughty thing he was doing.  He then looked down again between Elaine’s open thighs, and rubbed his finger over her asshole. Elaine pushed her hips as his finger, and so, Robbie pushed it into his anus to his second knuckle. This was the first time he had ever done this so blatantly. He had pushed a finger into his Lianne’s ass from time-to-time as they fucked, while he was cupping her ass cheeks, hoping she wouldn’t notice.  He knew she would think it nasty and rag on him about it. But she didn't seem to notice the few times he had poked her ass. But this, this was just doing it! He wiggled it in Elaine’s ass a couple of time and pushed it in and out loving at just how hot, tight and wet it felt, and she seemed to really like it.  He wondered if he would ever fuck a girl in the ass.

“Robbie,” he heard Elaine say.

“Yes, love,” he replied.

“I haven’t cum yet.” She answered. “ Will you fuck me? Will you make me cum?”

Robbie, his cock as hard as it had ever been in his life jumped at her words, “Yes,” he said as he knelt between her wonderful woman’s thighs. He ran his hands over her stocking covered legs from her calves, over her knees and down along the insides of her soft thighs. He felt how soft her inner thighs were where they met her body, joining with tight tendons right at her pussy.

“Just a minute, mate,” He head Mikey say as he got to his knees alongside Elaine. “Let me return the favor.”  He reached out with his right hand and quickly grasped Robbie’s hard cock and stroked it one, twice, then three times. Robbie was so turned on. This was the first time any man had ever touched his hard penis, and the grip of Mikey’s large hand on his penis was electric.  He felt Mikey pull on his hard penis; guiding his cock toward Elaine’s waiting pussy.

Mikey, gripping Robbie’s shaft near the root pushed the head just inside Elaine’s open and wet pussy. He then rubbed Robbie’s cock up and down the slit cover the spongy head in the mix of his sperm and Elaine’s secretions, and over Elaine’s clit, causing her to jump with the shock and pleasure of it. Mikey then, suddenly, pushed Robbie’s cock into Elaine as far as he could, and pulled his hand away. Robbie plunged his cock deep into Elaine without effort.

He was just amazed at how slippery Elaine’s pussy was with Mikey’s cum in her. The combination of their juices lubricated Robbie’s cock with hot, wet liquid, and he could feel it running out over his balls. His cock head fairly buzzed with pleasure as he could feel it resting in a large, hot pool of Mikey’s cum deep in Elaine’s womb. “Ohhhhhh,” was all he could manage to say. He laid his body down covering Elaine’s soft breasts with his chest. He could feel her hot and hard nipples on his chest. Elaine’s mouth reached for his and he kissed her, his tongue probed her mouth as she began to hump against him. Her hands gripped his ass cheeks as he began to fuck her with long, slow strokes. Elaine whispered in his ear, “Robbie. Robbie, did you see that I was Lianne when Mikey fucked me?”  She dug her fingers into his back. She whispered, “Did you see Mikey’s big cock fucking me, Lianne. Did you see him empty his balls into my pussy, trying to make a baby? Did you see him pumping me, me, Lianne?” Robbie felt his cock growing even larger and thicker and harder as he remembered Mikey and Lianne fucking right in front of him. And now, his cock was slimy with Mikey’s and Lianne’s cum.

He could feel Mikey moving behind him as he began to pump her faster, her hips rising to meet his, wetly, with each of his down strokes. He had never; never felt a pussy so slippery as hers was, coated in his friend’s white sperm.

He felt Mikey moving behind him, to get a view like he had done, Robbie thought as he just began to think only of the pleasure coating his penis.  After a bit, he became aware of Mikey’s fingers playing with his balls as he fucked. He could feel Mikey scooping the juices from her ass, and covering his balls with the hot liquid. Then he felt Mikey’s hand slip between his and Elaine’s body, two fingers covering Elaine’s clit. As he fucked her with his best mate’s hand between him and Elaine, he felt surprisingly good and not embarrassed at all. It was wonderful to him that Mikey would add to their pleasure.

He felt a finger from Mikey’s other hand slip into Elaine’s pussy alongside his pumping shaft. Mikey left it there momentarily, until he pulled it free and using it, cupped Robbie’s balls as Robbie continued his faster and faster pumping.

Elaine’s breath began to come faster and faster, as did Robbie’s.  He could feel her cunt tightening around his shaft, and his cock head flaring larger and larger. Mikey said, “Man, I can feel you sperm moving in your balls!” as it began to spread in a hot wave up Robbie’s cock with each pump.  Bending “U” like, Robbie could see his friend’s hand covering part of the top of Elaine’s soft belly his fingers pushing against her clit, and his cock disappearing and appearing wetly behind it. He could feel, and now see, Mikey’s hand cupping his cum-covered ball sack, gently rolling his balls in his hand as he fucked in and out, in and out of Elaine’s hot, hot pussy. 

Suddenly, almost without warning, Robbie yelled as a gigantic flood of hot, sticky ropes of baby-making juice flooded from his cock. He could feel it spurting over and over as he emptied his balls into Elaine’s cunt.  Elaine screamed his name, “ROBBBbbbiieeeee” as she suddenly seized up, cumming, her own orgasm spreading throughout her body. Her legs gripped his tightly as she came; her belly clinched and unclenched over and over again, and her tits were shaking almost violently.

And just as suddenly, she collapsed like a marionette whose strings had just been cut.  Mikey released Robbie’s balls and pulled his hand free from between his two friends as Robbie pushed in again and again in desperate little fucking strokes, enjoying the almost painful pleasure on the tip of his penis as it sloshed wetly in the combined sperm from Mikey and him.

Wow, he thought, that was better than anything he had ever had!!  Mike felt his cock begin to shrink in Elaine’s steamy cunt, until, with a soft “pop” it came free from her. He rolled onto the bed next to Elaine, Mikey was resting on an elbow on the other side, tweaking one of Elaine’s nipples.  Robbie touched his cock, and noticed that his pubic hair was coated with Elaine’s juices, as was his cock and balls. He looked over at Mikey, who gave him a leering wink, saying “Well, mate, that was just about the best reason I can come up with for coming to the States.”  Robbie smiled, tired after his sexual marathon, cumming first in Elaine’s mouth, then watching, excited, as Mikey fucked Lianne/Elaine, and then him fucking Elaine and cumming again. Robbie thought how wonderful it would be if someday he could get Lianne to fuck Mikey for real while he watched.

He heard Elaine say, her voice horse, “Jeez, guys, now I know what tossing the caber is!”

My first 3-Some - I was just 16

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There I was, laying on my back, naked as the day I was born, on a lumpy mattress in a grade B motel just over the causeway from Wild wood, New Jersey.  I was 16 years old then, and into my third year of sexual exploration. I had gotten to this place with my boss at the gift shop. We had had some pretty sweet, but furtive sex a couple of times in the shop storage closet.
 
But, he wanted, and I wanted, a more thorough experience, so he suggested that I meet him one evening and we would go to a motel. He said he would tell his wife he was playing poker with his best friend, Bill, and some other guys.  Little did I know it, but Bill, Joe and I were going to play in a sexual three-some.

When we first walked in
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to the motel room was when I first saw Bill. He was sitting on the bed in his boxers and a blue and red striped work-shirt with patches above the pockets, one with the name of the garage where he worked as the parts manager, and the other sporting the name "Bill." When he stood up, he must have been six feet three inches tall, which is damn big compared to my five feet six.  Joe quickly wrapped his arms around my middle and whispered in my ear, "This is my friend. We can have a great time with him, but if you are afraid, I'll understand..."
 
Afraid my ass, was what crossed my mind. I guess I am a contrary sort of gal. If I haven't told you already, I do have a contrary streak, the evidence of which is that I went to the motel room with Joe in the first place, trusting him based on absolutely zero evidence.

Joe made the introductions, all the while holding me against him. I could feel his cock growing where his body pressed against my back, and his hands cupped and massaged my tender breasts.  As we stood there, Joe began kissing my neck and behind my ears. If I had had any fears, they just melted away and my nipples grew even more sensitive and rigidly erect!

Joe sort of pushed me across the dingy carpet toward the bed. Joe said, "My, my, what a pretty little thing." He reached out and cupped my chin. "Baby," he continued, "You are going to love this.

With that, Joe began to tug on my blouse, pulling it over my head. I was wearing a simple white bra that stood out from my summer-tan skin.  I unbuttoned my shorts and let them drop to the floor.  I reached down and tugging my panties over my hips, stepped out of them, too. There I was, my cunt, which was covered by a thin thatch of reddish-brown pubic hair, a pair of flip-flops and my bra.  Joe unhooked it, and I, pushing my arms together, let if drop down my arms, then to the floor.

All the while, Bill was watching with a half-smile on his face. "Yes, yes. She is all you said she would be...."  He reached out one large hand and pinched a nipple, sending a thrill through my girlish body and causing my internal juices to begin to lubricate my pussy.

Bill shrugged out of his shirt and quickly pulled his boxers down below his knees. His cock, only semi-hard was very, very large, and only partially covered the largest set of balls I had ever seen. Joe also stripped, and, taking my hand, led me the rest of the way to the bed.  We lay down, and Joe pulled the pillows from under the bedspread, and I lay down, opening my legs for Bill.
 
So, there I lay, with my hands holding my thin, coltish legs up and open behind my knees, framing, from my point of view, the imposing body of Joe's friend Bill. Naked, his large belly, covered in a spreading riot of reddish hair that began around his sex, and exploded over his ample belly and chest. His organ was easily the largest I had ever seen. He was uncircumcised, which was also new to me. But his cock was very nearly the same diameter as a coke can (well, maybe that is an exaggeration, but not much of one), and was covered with large, snaking veins, and despite its size, it couldn't hide his large dangling testicles nestled in their red-haired scrotum.  He gripped his cock tightly by the root; the head was large, purplish in color and very shiny from the titanic pressures within, the foreskin pulled back into a flesh ring that encircled his fat penis behind the mushroom-shaped crown.
 
Joe was lying on the bed next to me, also naked.  His cock, also erect, wasn't nearly a fat as his friend's, but it was pretty nice too, and I had had some wonderful experience with it both in my mouth and my hungry, hungry pussy. He was gently massaging my small breasts as Bill adjusted his position before angling his cock head down toward my young, tight, but willing cunt.  Joe reached down and, with two fingers, spread my pussy lips as Bill rubbed the large, forbidding knob up and down my slit, just covering the tip with my sexual juices. Each time the spongy head of his penis stroked across my clit an electric jolt ran up my insides causing a spasm of my neck muscles. It felt SO good!

He stared at my sex, open to his view, and, stroking his penis, crawled onto the foot of the best, his bulk eclipsing the overhead lamp.  Joe, laying beside me, began to suck on one tit, nibbling on my nipple as Bill reached forward and, using the fingers of one hand, spread my cunt lips.  He ran one fat finger up and down my slit, touching lightly my clit, and then, pushing it deep within me. I shut my eyes in pleasure as he began to finger-fuck me.

I felt the bed move and the old springs squeak, as Bill adjusted his position once more.
 
Then, Bill began to push his cock into me. I shut my eyes as the wonderful spreading feelings spread out from my vulva.  Bill pushed a bit, and then pulled back, grunting.  Adjusting himself, by leaning forward, moving his hands to rest on the bed on either side of me, he said, "God, she's tight," grunting as he tried to force his penis into me.  I placed my hands on either side of his hips, trying to pull him into me. Even though he was a stranger and sort of scary, I really, really wanted that cock in me. It is hard to explain, but while it is sort of frightening to see such a large organ, it is thrilling, too.
 
I felt his rod push into me, the fat head splitting my lips apart.  It is hard to describe exactly how it felt, but it was b-i-g.  Suddenly, it slipped out and his hips fell forward with his cock between our bellies.  "Damn!" he said. I sighed, sadly.
 
Taking his cock in hand, he tried again, and again it slipped out before he could penetrate my gushing cunt.  I pushed hungrily with my hips as he tried again, and again he slipped out, this time his massive member slide down over my little anus and between my ass cheeks.  "Ohhhhhhhh," I moaned in frustration.
 
Bill rose up, kneeling between my legs.  He said, "Look, Joe, You gotta put me in while I lean forward and push...."  I've had several three-somes since that night, and the men always seemed phobic about touching each other (even though they love to see the gals make out).  But, Joe reached forward, and without a qualm took Bill's organ into his left hand, and pumped in a couple of times as Bill smiled.
 
Then Bill leaned over me, resting his large frame on his hands on either side of my head. I peered down between my little breasts, over my slim stomach and watched as Joe pushed the head of Bill's cock into my opening.  It still didn't fit in very easily, so Joe said, "Wait a sec," and moved around behind Bill. Joe reached between Bill's large thighs and sort of cupped the pulsing organ in his hand, guiding it toward me again. Bill's heavy balls rested on his wrist and rolled some as Bill leaned forward again.
 
This time Bill's fat cock began sliding into me. First the massive head slipped into me.  Joe pulled Bill's cock back a bit and, together, they pushed again. And.., it slid into me, filling me like no other cock had before.  Joe removed his hand as Bills cock slid deep, deep, deeper into my oh-so-willing pussy.
 
I felt Bill's heavy belly resting on me as his cock bottomed out in me. I felt his giant, cum-heavy balls rolling against my asshole as he seated his penis in me, sliding his hips around in small circles.  When he was as deep as he could go, I flexed my muscles, clinching his dick, trying to draw him in deeper.  He said, "Damn, girl! That is wild; Joe, she's squeezing my cock with her cunt!"

Then I felt a moment of claustrophobic fear as Bill's giant body weighed heavily on me. The fear, a kind of choking, was quickly replaced with a sort of wonder as Bill pulled his hips back, withdrawing his mighty organ up, up, out and out, slippery with my nectar, the massive head rubbing against my vagina walls; then, with a quick shove, he seated his pulsing cock back into me. I cried out in surprise and pleasure as he began to pump.

His cock slide in and out, in and out, his belly rubbing against mine, the root of his cock mashing my clit with each down stroke, his cock feeling like it was pulling me inside out each time we withdrew, bang!  Again and again he pumped me. I could feel his balls begin to slap against my anus I answered him thrust for thrust. I could hear our bodies slapping together wetly as he fucked me.  He leaned more onto me, his head and rough beard against my shoulder and neck, his thickly matted chest mashing my little tits as his snake slithered in and out of me, again and again, his ball sack flapping against me with each grunting thrust; my cunt slamming up to meet him push for push.

I could feel my juices sliding over my anus as he ground his tool into me; my legs were pistoning back and forth and my hands gripped his ass as we humped and humped, grunting, the bed shaking as we fucked and fucked and fucked.

I could feel droplets of his sweat on me. At one point I opened my eyes, which had be closed tightly in ecstasy, and watched, over his broad back, his ass moving and clenching over and over and over again as he pulled out and shoved in, out and in, in and out, his belly smacking wetly, wetly against my tiny body.

Finally, he shoved himself up on his hands, and then reared back on his knees, his thick rod all that linked our bodies. "Look at this, Joe," he said, breathing heavily.  I whimpered and tried to hump his cock in frustration. I had been so close to cumming.

Smiling, Bill said, "Rub her clit for her while I catch my breath."

Joe reached over and gently began to rub my clit, as engorged as she had ever been and poking out of her hood, with two fingers. He rubbed me in a circle, applying a light pressure.  Ahhhhhhh, I thought as he rubbed.  I rose up on my elbows and watched with growing pleasure, while my hands cupped my aching breasts and my fingers pinched and tugged on my blood-thickened nipples.

I could see Bill's red cock pulsing between us as Joe rubbed my clit.  I could see Joe's fingers touching Bill's penis every now and then, rubbing along the slick cunt-juice-covered organ.  I could see that Bill's public hair was wet and matted from our fucking, as was mine.  I watched Bill watch Joe as he touched us both.  After a bit, Joe alternated massaging my clit and ringing Bill's cock and masturbating him. Two or three rubs for me; then two or three pumps for Joe. It was wild.

Bill smiled approvingly. "Now, Joey, that feels good. That feels fine..."

I moved my pelvis up and down, my pussy meeting Joe's fist as it slid down Bills long, red, wet penis, and pushed against my clit sending electric jolts through my tummy and snapping out of my tender, swollen, and thrilled nipples. This was the best; by far the best sex I had ever had. It was a physical and visual turn-on unlike anything I had ever experienced, and I hoped it would never end; but end it had to.

I felt my feet and hands go numb as my orgasm approached, running up my legs and arms, paralyzing me. I lost feeling in my face, and my lips felt giant and puffy as the rictus hit. I heard, as from a distance, a low moan rising to a scream as it hit. I spasmed again and again with the fat head of Bill's cock still in me, his shaft being stroked by Joe and my clit mashed again and again.

It was the orgasm of a lifetime.

I then had a sort of out-of-body experience. I felt a bit remote from the goings on as Bill leaned back over me and began to slide his fat cock all the way back into my vagina.  I could feel it filling me, but it was as if I was anesthetized. He began to pump in and out of me again. I felt my legs begin to flail back and forth as he moved in and out me. My hips began to cooperate and my sex rose and fell beneath him as he fucked me. My hands gripped his shoulders as he pumped and pumped, this large, fat cock alternately filling me, then vacating, then filling, the large bulbous head massaging my vagina walls creating such wonderful, wonderful feelings.

Soon the tempo of his thrusts increased until he grunted a final time or two, plunging his cock deep, deep, deepest into me and, as feeling returned to me, flooded my cunt with his hot sperm.  There is no other way to describe it other than a flood. I could feel his hot cock pulse with each jet of sperm as it splashed inside me, and the already liquid feeling within me somehow increases.  He moved over me, his cock slipping around in the now super-lubricant.

"Goddamn, honey, you are one hot little fuck!" he exclaimed, breathing heavily. I peered at him through sleepy eyes, and smiled.

"You are one hot cock," I replied feeling sated.

Abruptly, he pulled his slimy cock from my swollen pussy with a single slippery pull accompanied by a small "pop" sound.  He continued to kneel between my open thighs, his cock, red and shiny with our combined cum, standing out from the damp nest of red pubic hair. His belly, large and round shook slightly as he moved away, shaking the bed as his weight shifted.

"Joe, eat her out," he ordered.

"With pleasure," Joe answered, moving around me and laying between my open thighs.  He wrapped his arms around my legs, fingers spreading my vaginal folds, opening me to his gaze.  He looked at my cunt, then up at Bill and said,"Look at all this cum, Bill, it's just ooozing out'a her cunt."

I saw Bill, naked, his cock drooping over his massive balls, all shiny with our cum, his hands on his hips, watching, smiling. "Lick it up," he ordered.

I felt Joe's warm breath on my sensitive folds, and then felt his tongue slip into my opening. I lay back and enjoyed the feeling of his mouth on my sex, his tounge slipping in and over my fresh-fucked sex.  My one hand drifted down to clutch at his hair and he probed my vagina with his tongue, licking up Bill's and my combined juices.  My other hand continued to massage my breasts and to pinch my nipples.

I felt very languid, sort of floating.  But, soon, Joe's lips and tongue found my oh-so-sensitive clit, and he began to suck gently on it.  I felt the fires building again within me as he flicked his tongue over my hot button, and occassionally nippled with his lips and sucked me into his being.

Without warning, I orgasmed again. Not as powerfully as with Bill, but very a very nice detonation of pleasure the spread numbing feelings outward from my pussy. I clinched Joe's head between my thighs as my body convulsed, gripping him tightly to my sex for a spell.

Then, the I suddenly relaxed.  Joe rose up between my now wide open legs and fingered my cunt briefly. "God, she is soooo slippery," he said, mounting me, his cock sliding deeply within me without effort.  I felt his balls touching me, and the root of his cock ground against my pelvis, trapping my exhausted clit between us. I rested my hands against his chest, feeling the muscles flexing as he fucked me. I looked at him through slitted eyes, and saw his mouth and chin all shiny in the lamplight, covered in my cum and Bill's sperm. He looked sooooo happy.

Quickly, Joe began to pump in and out of me. I sort of lay there in a sexual trance as he fucked me. I could vaguely hear the wet smacking sounds our bodies made as he slammed his cock deep into me. After a bit, my hips began to rise and fall in counterpoint to his plunging cock. My hands then gripped his ass cheeks, and I could feel them opening and closing with each out and in motion. He rested his body on mine, mashing my tits against my ribcage, and placing his chin on my shoulder.

Together we rocked in the ageless rhythm until, at long last, he came, his sperm ejecting from his cockhead into my warm depths. I could feel penis flex just before his hot seed splattered against my cervix. I felt.., very nice.

There is much more to say about that evening, other than Bill saying that "...we'd better call it a night, after all she's only 16." I was pretty sore and felt sort of wrung out, so I was grateful for his thoughtfulness. Then he said, "If we fuck her any more she's liable to tell the cops."  So, regardless of his motive, I was glad for the respite.

Joe stayed with me and we showered together in the dingy bathroom, drying off with the cheap-too-small towels the motel had.  I had to fold up some of the cheap toilet paper and place it in the crotch of my panties, as I was still leaking sperm when I dressed. It wasn't even 9 o'clock when I had Joe drop me off down by the boardwalk, where I joined with some of friends on my own age, hoping that the red chaffing on my neck would go down before I went home.

As it turned out, by the next morning you'd never have thought that I had had my first three-some, and that I had been thoroughly screwed by the fattest and so far only uncircumcised cock I had ever seen.  When I went to work the next morning, Joe had a hard time looking at me, but I solved his nervousness with a quick trip to the store room.

Yum. Yum.

My First Time Part II

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After the kissing lesson Jamie and I became close friends.  While we never exactly had lesbian experiences, we unabashedly paraded our naked bodies in front of each other, which was something I needed to get used to if I was going to “get some.”  We tried makeup on each other, but opted for just lipstick when we went out at night. My mother insisted on a pale
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w roman,times,serif"> pink color, as did Jamie’s. But we licked that near social disaster by stashing a darker (not too dark, we weren’t complete idiots) shades in the bushes near our houses.

At night we cruised the older kids’ parties, along with the rest of the flock of girls. They were easy to find.  All we had to do was follow the sound of music.

The problem was there were lots of nubile older girls at these parties, and they tended to scoop of the better looking guys.  Gina, how jealous of her I was, was often separated from the herd by one or more boys early on, and would often disappear into the gloaming.

This left the rest of us to try to find boys as best we could.  As the nights passed, one girl after another hooked up; although I don’t think we called it that then. And soon, Jamie was gone. The next day I learned that she had been fingered to orgasm and had given an older boy of about 15 a hand job. “It was messy,” she said.  “But it was great. His thing was like it was alive in my hands, and his ball thingies
were nice, but I learned not to hold them too tightly. It hurts them,” she explained.

One night, I was sort of just standing about alone because most of the other girls had been “taken” by boys. I watched as one after another danced with guys, usually older guys who were 15 or 17 years old, or went with them off into the night. A guy who I had seen before, but never talked with finally approached me. His name was Ryan, and he was nearly six feet tall, tan and slim with reddish hair and snapping blue eyes.  He wore a polo shirt and khaki slacks, which was really dressing up in those days when most of the boys affected a “skater” look with baggy shorts and
surf-shop tee shirts.

I felt a wave of panic run through me. I had never dreamt of a boy as good looking as this Ryan guy was.

Why me, I wondered, suspicious of any good luck when it came to boys.

“Hi,” he said, looking down at me and smiling. He had a nice smile, gentle and warm. He had really nice dimples when he smiled. “I’m Ryan,” he added.

“I know,” I said lamely.

“And..,” he probed.

“Oh, oh,” I stammered, “I’m, ah, Elaine…” I know I blushed. I had a hard time looking at Ryan. He had such a forthright gaze, and he was so good looking.

“You visiting?” he asked.

“Yeah, just two weeks.., well, eight more days, really,” I answered lamely.

“Me too.”  He smiled again. “Want to dance?” He held out his hand and off into the crowd we went. He was a really good dancer, which was no surprise. He seemed to me like he’d be good at just about anything.

We hung around the party for another hour or so, and I had so much fun. It was the first time that I was ever the center of attention of any boy, and it was trilling. By that time the long summer day had ended, and a lovely, warm summer night was in full flower. A brilliant crescent moon hung over the ocean, while Ryan and I walked down the boardwalk past the tee shirt shops and other tourist traps. After awhile, he took my hand in his, and I nearly fainted. It felt so good to be walking with such a dreamy guy. I hoped Gina could see me.

After awhile we stopped and leaned against the railing overlooking the beach and the ocean. The ocean was very calm, and a gentle breeze blew over my body.  Without saying anything, Ryan put his left arm around my shoulders, and gently tugged me toward him, and I
yielded easily, until I was nestled next to him. I marveled at how alive he felt. His skin was warm against mine, and his hand was draped casually over my shoulder, the palm resting on my left clavicle and his fingertips resting lightly on my upper chest, gently stroking.  I swallowed hard. I rested my right cheek against his left upper chest, and could sense his heartbeat. I felt a thrill like a fast, wiggly worm
run through my stomach.

Ryan leaned his head to his left, resting his cheek against the top of my head.  He murmured, “You smell nice…”

I almost died and went to heaven! Those were the nicest words I had ever heard.  I just sighed, and put my right arm around his waist.  He squeezed me gently. 

“This is nice,” I said.

I felt him move his head, and I looked up, turning. He brought his lips to mine, and they were so wonderful. I had wanted this so badly, but was so surprised that I kept my eyes open at first. I could see his eyelashes lying against his cheek, and he gently moved his lips on mine.  It was better, much better than Jamie’s kiss…

I turned my body slightly, and we were able to deepen our kiss. I opened my lips slightly and he slipped his tongue in me, just over my teeth, touching my tongue. Fire ran through me then, from just behind my eyes to my toes.  I must have moaned. I know I must have moaned as I slipped closer against him, his hands behind me, one on my upper back, and one on my lower, just above my shorts, and mine rested on his chest. 

When our kiss broke, and we leaned back slightly, I saw a wonderful look on his face. It is hard to describe exactly, but I think it was as full of wonder as mine must have been.  I went up on my toes and kissed him again. This time we were bolder, more brazen and our mouths opened, lip against lip, and our tongues became locked in a slippery exchange. At first mine intruded into his mouth, sliding over his tongue and touching the insides of his cheeks. Then, he dominated, his tongue pushing mine back as it slid over and under it, tasting and probing my mouth, insistent and inquiring at the same time.  I pushed my middle against his, and I could feel his growing member through his shorts pressing against my bare midriff. Golly, I thought.

Panting, our lips parted. We both were breathing heavily. “You are amazing,” Ryan said, hugging me tighter. I ran my hands up to either side of his face, holding him gently like that.

“That was the best ever,” I said, meaning it like I never had meant anything before. “You are the best kisser…”

He blushed, saying, “Well, with you it is easy.”  I think I loved him for those words.

I dropped down off my toes, his bulging crotch now against my stomach. He must have looked over my head down the boardwalk because he said, “Let’s go some place where we can be alone.” 

I didn’t say anything, and I didn’t hesitate a second to turn with him our arms around each other, as we strolled south down the wooden walkway until we left he commercial district behind, and with it the street lights.  Once off the boardwalk we continued down the cement walkway heading into a residential area with the ocean murmuring on our left and beach houses, cottages they were called, on our right. Some were dark, but many were festive with party lights.

We chatted about things I don’t remember now, but they were wonderful and exciting in the extreme. As we walked along, my small hand in his large one, I felt transported.  Ryan was all I could have asked for. He was handsome, smart and so very, very sweet. Finally, we stopped at a break in the dunes. Ryan took both my hands in his and said, “My house is just over there,” he said, motioning with his head, “I think we can be alone there.  Do you want to go?”

“Yes,” I said softly, squeezing both his hands in mine. “Yes, I’d love that,” I remember saying, looking up at him, his face lit by the moonlight.  I tugged on his hands and sort of led the way down off the beach onto a side street. We only had to go a couple of blocks to reach the cottage his parents had rented. It was larger, much larger than ours and stood off the ground on cement block “stilts.”  There was a light on inside, and we could see the blue cast of a television.

Putting his finger to his lips, Ryan motioned me for silence, and we stepped into an en-closed area below the house. It was dark inside, but my young eyes quickly adjusted.  I could hear Ryan breathing next to me, and I could hear the indistinct sounds of the television coming from above.  “Here,” he whispered, guiding me to an old chaise lounge that rested against the wall. He unfolded it and found the cushions on a wooden shelf, retrieved them and placed them on the frame.

I sat down near the head of the lounge, and Ryan sat next to me, on my right.  His lips sought mine, and after a quick fumbling in the dark, we found each other. I didn’t think that his kisses could ever get any better, but they did. He became more forceful in his kisses, and I responded as our passion mounted and mounted. Shortly I felt his hand move to my breast, which was covered by just my tank top. Instinctively my hand quickly jumped up and clutched his.  His lips froze on mine.

I smiles with our lips touching, and gave his hand a squeeze and gently pushed it against my small mound. My nipple, already aroused, pushed against the palm of his hand as he began to massage me.  My tummy did flip-flops. It was one thing to squeeze my breasts and
pinch my nipples when I masturbated, but this was an entirely new level of feeling. My chest seemed to expand as my mental focus shifted from my lips to my breasts. I broke the kiss, breathing heavily into Ryan’s neck as he gently rubbed my tits through my blouse. First he massaged one, then the other, alternating and enhancing the sensations.

It was a crazy feeling, with one breast feeling abandoned, while the other welcomed him back. Back and forth, alternating pleasure and disappointment.  After several minutes of schizophrenic pleasure one of Ryan’s hands dropped onto my stomach. I reached down and quickly pulled my top up under my armpits, exposing my young breasts completely to Ryan.

“Oh, Elle, he said, “You are soooo beautiful.  He cupped one of my breasts, which was a generous gesture, and then pinched my nipple. It quickly rose and like a hard little erasure stood proudly out from the red-rose areola. Then he did the other.  Then, he did the most amazing thing.  He bent his head over and took one of my nipples into his mouth, which nearly made me climax. But, when he sucked and sucked hard, I felt the first waves of passion flex through my vagina.  Already wet, my attention shifted to my pulsing vulva and inflamed cunt.

Ryan pushed me back onto the lounge on my back and continued to squeeze my tits and suck my nipples.  Until I just couldn’t stand it any more. I had to give him something, something special in return. I reached between us and felt his hard cock through his shorts.
This time I felt him moan against my breast, my nipple sensitive and blood-filled in his warm mouth.

I fumbled with his belt, until, breaking apart; he sat up and undid his belt. I unbuttoned the top button on his shorts and unzipped them, reaching inside to feel his penis through his underwear. Frustrated, I pulled at his underpants until I got them and his shorts down
to mid-thigh.  I could see, in the dim light, his cock. It was the first one I had ever seen, even in a picture. It was wonderful. And it was awful in the true meaning of the word; awe-inspiring.  I could also see his balls hanging below his hard cock, and that it was nesting in a tangle of silk-like hair. I became a devote at that very moment.

I reached and took the shaft in my hand. I just couldn’t believe how smooth and hard and hot it felt, and how the skin slid so easily when I slowly pumped him. I loved the look of the large blue vein that pulsed along the top, and the large flaring of the proud glands at the top. It must be instinct, because, without prompting, I cupped his wonderful balls in my one hand, and rolled them gently (I remembered what
Jamie had said about hurting him), and began to stroke him up and down, slowly, with the other.

Meanwhile, Ryan, his legs spread, reached over and grabbed both my nipples and tugged on them in sync with my pumping of his hard smooth rod. It was so erotic, seeing his rampant cock in my hand. It was sort of thin and seemed so long to me, but it really wasn’t
any more than five or six inches. I couldn’t take my eyes off it other than to glance up now and again to look at his face.  He was watching my hands on his organ and would glance at my tits and then my face. Helooked so serious. I don’t know it for sure, but I’m
sure I looked happy.

Before long I just felt the oddest urge, which was to bend over and suck the spongy head of his penis into my mouth.  When I did his hands released my nipples and went immediately to my head, his fingers entangling in my hair.  “Oh, Ellleeeee,” he said, my name drawn out in a long, rapturous sigh. He smelled just like a sand dollar does when you pick it up from the beach, like the ocean; like salt.

I put the slender head into my mouth and closed my lips around it. I sucked it much as he had my nipples, while continuing to stroke his penis with long, strokes.  Saliva leaked from between my lips and his cock, lubricating his shaft, causing my hand to slip more easily up and down.  He began to hump his hips toward my mouth on each down stroke, so, I began to let more and more of his penis enter my steaming
mouth.

His hand roamed over my back and around my sides to my small breasts, mashing them against my ribcage as I sucked him, taking more and more of him into my mouth with each hump of his hips. Gasping for breath, I snatched a quick look up at Ryan. He was seemed to be
concentrating very hard, and his hands moved quickly back to my head and pushed me toward his penis again. Taking him into my mouth again, I stroked the head against the insides of my cheeks, first one side, and then the other.

I then held his cock and the base and began to bob my head up and down his shaft in counter-rhythm to his thrusting. Before long I heard Ryan groan and his cock head suddenly flared and a jolt of hot, musk-scented, sticky sperm erupted from his cock into my mouth.

I was so surprised, that I choked some and raised my head off his penis just as he spurted again. This time a hot rope of jizz flew through the air and spattered on my face, covering part of my forehead, cheek and nose. Ryan quickly replaced my mouth with his fist wrapped around my hand and pumped his cock furiously.  More of his cum jumped out of his slit, this time only inches, and fell back down onto his cock and our hands, adding to the slickness of my saliva. Ryan groaned deep in his throat. More sperm leaked from the tip and slid, lava-like down the side of his hot volcanic dome adding to our mess.

Ryan suddenly went limp, lying on his side.  I leaned over to look at him. His eyes were closed and tears leaked from the corners. His breath was ragged. I took his cum-covered hand and began to lick it clean. I tested the taste of his sperm, and I like it. Well, it
took a bit of getting used to. I had never quite tasted anything like it before. It had a mild odor and was fairly salty. It had a very slick feeling in my mouth. I licked more of it from my hand and scooped the thick coil of it from my face.  As I finished I
noticed that Ryan was looking at me.

He smiled and whispered, “I’ve never, ever felt anything like that. That was wild!”

“Me neither,” I said. I leaned over, my shirt still up over my breasts, and slid his polo shirt up and kissed his chest. I licked his smooth, almost hairless torso and tongued his nipples while my nipples grazed his lower abdomen.  He grabbed my face and pulled me up to
him and kissed me a deep, lingering kiss.  I lay partly on top of him, one leg be-tween his, resting on his partially pulled down shorts. I could feel his now flaccid dick against my upper thigh where the hem of my shorts met the skin of my leg.

Ryan reached his hands down as far as he could, sliding them under the waistband of my shorts and, with just his fingertips, touched me under my panties.


Breaking the kiss, he slid from under me, and turned me onto my back on the lounge.  He unsnapped my shorts, pulled the zipper quickly down, and opened them.  He could see the pair of light blue cotton panties covering my small mons. He, staring at my
pussy, quickly removed his shorts and underpants.

“Wow,” he said, as he pulled my shorts free of my legs. He then placed his hand over my cunt over my panties.  With his other hand he rubbed my tummy. I opened my legs some. I watched his face while he took in my body.  I cupped my breasts, as much to hide what wasn’t there as anything, but he smiled at me.  He pushed his hand against my mound exerting such wonderful pressure against me there that I reflexively pushed back against his hand.  He took both his hands and inserted his fingertips under the elastic band of my panties and pulled. At first they snagged on my butt cheeks, but I quickly raised them up and he pulled them down. I then raised my legs up, and he was able to pull them free, flinging them onto the floor by our clothes.  I lay my legs back down, this time open just enough for him to see my entire pussy.

Ryan gently rubbed my thighs up and down; his thumbs cruised over the sensitive insides of my thighs causing hot blood to flood my cunt.  I spread my legs more, and rested my feet up on the cushion on either side of him. He could now see my entire sex. I was
laid open for his inspection and his touch.

He took one index finger and gently inserted in between my folds and ran it up and down. When he touched my clit, I jumped. “You okay?” he asked quietly.

“Yes, wonderful,” I answered.  I reached both my hands down and spread my lips so he could see inside me, my tiny bud-like inner lips folded back, exposing my damp hole. 

“Gosh,” he said.  I smiled

He then pushed his index finger into my hole up to he first knuckle. It felt hot, large and foreign. He sort of swirled his finger around getting it wet.  He pulled up out and sniffed it.  Smiling, he reinserted his finger and pushed it deeper into me. With a couple of shoves he had pushed it all the way into me, the back of his hand pushing against my rising clit.

Then he began to finger me. In and out he squished.   Each time he touched bottom, he touched my clitoris sending electric bolts through by body to my nipples. Soon, his finger thrusts and my hips were meeting in a wonderful push-pull. And not long after that I had the
first orgasm from anyone other than me in my life.

I was so surprised that my legs clenched his fist, trapping his finger in me. I almost sat up from the contraction in my vagina, and the pleasure was indescribable as I scrunched my hardened clit against his knuckles. Both my hands gripped his forearm by his elbow, and sort of pulled him down onto me. His chest leaned against my knees as they were curled up and his finger remained in my tight, pulsing cunt.  I could feel the wetness dribbling from my pussy down over my asshole.

When I could breath, which took a few moments, I said, “Oh, Ryan, that was soooo wonderful. So awesome!!!”

“You liked it?” he asked, spreading my thighs apart and pulling his finger from within me. I frowned when he did feeling suddenly vacant and empty.

“Yes, I loved it!” I whispered with intensity. “This is great!”

He spread his legs and I could look down and see that he was hard again.

“Do you want to put it in me?” I asked eyes wide at this daring thought. It was one thing to suck a guy and have him finger you, and it was a whole other thing to have him stick his thing in you. But I was not in a rational state of mind, and hadn’t been since he walked up to me at the party, and at 13 years old maybe rational was not a word that applied.

“Just a sec,” he whispered, retrieving his shorts from the floor. He took out his wallet, and from within he removed a Trojan condom. “We’d better use this,” he said.

“Yes,” I said, weakly, watching him strip the foil wrapper from the thin disk-like thing inside. I was beginning to feel a tad of worry. This was different than just making each other cum. This was real. And my pulse began to pump faster, and my palms began to sweat.

He placed the latex condom over the head of his hardened penis, and then rolled it down. I stared transfixed at what he was doing. It was almost surreal. Soon I would have Ryan’s cock in me. Soon I would really be having sex.  As Jamie put it, I was going to “get some.”

I watched him roll the rubber down his pink shaft to the bottom where it was buried in a riotous nest of red pubic hair. His balls hung loose in his scrotum.  Ryan look up at me and softly asked, “You sure, El?”

“Yes,” I squeaked. “Yes, I’m sure…” But, was I?

I watched as Ryan stood, his cock swinging out before him at a rampant upward angle as if it was held erect by an unseen thread.  He carefully knelt between my thighs, which I opened to receive him. I felt the cushion depress under his weight. He still wore his polo shirt, but my eyes were on his engorged member. My mouth felt dry, and I tried to slide forward, but by butt was stuck to the vinyl cushion.

I could see in the dim light that his cock was now covered with the shiny covering with a sort of thing hanging from the tip.  He began to lower his midsection toward mine when I put my hand on his upper stomach stopping him, and pointing at the “thing.” I said, “What’s that?”

“What?” whispering and looking perplexed.

“What’s that thing on the end of your thing?” I asked, pointing at it with my other hand.

“That’s where my cum goes,” he croaked.

“Oh,” I said, “Okay…” I replied feeling really stupid.

“Now?” he asked.

“Okay.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, please,” I said as he placed the tip of his condom-covered penis against my slit.  He rubbed the head of his penis up and down several times.  I leaned up on my elbows to try to see him push into me, but I couldn’t exactly contort enough see it actually enter
me.

I must have been frowning because Ryan asked again if I still wanted to do this. I said yes, yes, yes, please hurry.

Holding his cock he guided it down to my opening. I could feel the glands sliding between my lips and spreading my tender inner petals, and then, and then the head was suddenly in me. “Oh,” is what I said in wonder.  Ryan leaned his weight more against me and more of him slipped into me.  This was different, but not too different than his finger. It was sort of the same size, maybe a little bigger, but more bendy-er, and I could definitely feel the flared helmeted head of his penis in me. I watched his face as he pulled himself out part way, which was another whole new experience, and one that caused me to catch my breath.

Then, Ryan sort of lay down on me, his slender form on me, and his cock, I thought, all the way deep inside of me. I reached up and tugged on his polo shirt and pulled it over his head. I wanted to feel his skin on my body.  He wiggled his hips some and he slid even
deeper into me. He said, “Oh, you feel soooo tight.”  My chin rested on his shoulder, and his head was tucked over my opposite one. I felt his breath in my ear as he spoke and I felt the pulse of his cock inside of me. At that moment I discovered something else.

Without thought my cunt gripped at Ryan’s dick. It sort of clutched at it and released quickly several times.  “What’d you do?” he whispered?

“I don’t know,” I answered truthfully.

“It was great,”

“Yes.., it was great…” I murmured as much to myself as to Ryan.

Then, Ryan began to hump me.  That is the only way to describe it. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, but he began to withdraw his penis from me, almost to the tip, and then he slid it back in. I remember feeling almost abandoned during the brief times he pulled back, leaving my vagina largely empty.  SoonRyan began a more insistent pace of in and out, in and out. I rested my hands on his ass cheeks and I could feel them flex as he moved in and out of me.  My legs lay spread wide and I wasn’t sure what to do with them.  At one point, Ryan sort of hunched himself up as if he was trying to get deeper into me. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his body and
hooked my heels just be-hind ass which caused my hips to rotate up to offer him a better and deeper angle.

As his pace picked up the growing sensation in my pussy began to attract almost all of my attention. I could vaguely hear a wet slapping of our bodies on each down stroke, and I sort of felt his balls bouncing on my asshole. But, I can’t really be sure. A frisson was taking place within me. It was as if a small, hot ball, the end of his cock, was growing within me. It felt, at first, if his cock head was
covered with thousands of little electrodes that rubbed my cunt walls with tiny sort-of painful minute electric shocks. Then, the ball started to grow and grow, becoming incandescent inside of me. My head fell back on the lounge, and I lay one forearm over my eyes
as Ryan grunted quietly over me, our hips meeting and parting, meeting and parting.., parting and meeting in such an intimate and sensuous act.

It seemed to last for hours, but I’m sure it was just minutes.

Without warning Ryan came. I felt his cock swell. I really did feel it just before he came. He thrust intome hard, hard, hard, hardest, and then he came followed quickly by a burst of micro thrusts into me as he emptied his balls into my womb. Just as he began to relax we wiggled just right and he set off a new orgasm in me. This time the intensity was up the Richter Scale. It was so powerful and new a feeling that for a time, a long enough time to cause me some panic, I couldn’t breathe. I seized up, muscles tightening with such force that Ryan groaned some from my tightly squeezing thighs and arms.

And, just as suddenly, it subsided in me like a wave sliding out to sea. My arms and legs went limp, falling from him.  Ryan lay on me, but he felt weightless over my torpor. After several shivery breaths I was able to whisper in his ear, “That was so much better than I ever, ever thought it would be.”

“Were you a virgin?” he asked quietly.

“Yes…” I said, smiling into his neck, “I was a virgin…”

“So was I,” he admitted, raising up on his hands and looking at me earnestly.  “That was better that I ever thought it would be too.”  His penis began to slide out of my hole. “You, were better than anything,” he amended.

“Oh,” I said in disappointment when his cock finally dropped out of my cunt.  Reaching down I grabbed his condom-clad penis, wet with my woman’s lubricant.  Ryan rose up the rest of the way, kneeling between my outspread thighs.

“Do you want me to take it off?” I asked, innocently.

“Yes,” He said, watching me with a very serious expression as I rolled the messy rubber from his penis.  Pulling it the last couple of inches, I peered inside to see a large pool of cum. It had a rich earthy smell, part of which was from my secretions.

“Wow,” I whispered, “That’s really neat…” I sat up and took his cock in my hand again, and placed the entire thing in my mouth and sucked and licked our combined juices from him. I was so turned on when I realized that my nose was buried in his public hair and I was smelling our intermingled sex,and that his damp balls were resting on my chin.

Afterwards, we nuzzled and necked a bit longer.  It was only 10:30, so we decided to clean up at one of the public open showers at the end of the road by the beach, and go for a soda, which we did.

Ryan and I became an “item” in the flock, and we became the first two to actually really pair up. We spent as much time as we could necking and grabbing ass when we though no one was looking, and we spend the darker hours exploring our bodies the wonderful joys of youthful sex.  I loved to suck him until he came in my mouth, and I would like to say that he returned the favor, but he didn’t. But, he did finger me so well that it almost didn’t matter. In fact, it really didn’t matter because I had yet to learn that such a thing could happen and would matter.

He used condoms, which was a good thing. Ryan was awonderful first lover, and I doubt I could have asked for more. But, more was coming my way. The scent was in the air.

The Summer of My 15th Year, Part II

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A short while after the magnificient fucking Bill gave me he rose up on his arms and looked at me. "You are a wonderful, wonderful surprise!" he said.  

I placed my hands on his shoulders and said, "You, too. I never, ever felt so good..."  

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He looked down, as did I, to where his semi-rigid cock was still held within my pussy. I clinched my cunt around his warm shaft, and I felt him flex his penis back.  What I could see of his cock protruding from my body was still slick with my sex juices and reflected the light from the lamp on his desk.  

Slowly, he pulled his hips back, withdrawing his shaft from within my slippery folds. I frowned, wanting to keep him in me, with me.  When he reached the position where just the still swollen head with just within me, I could see our mixed cum coating his cock in a thin veneer.   My sparse reddish cunt hair barely covered my bruised labia.

I reached down with one hand and with my index finger wiped some of our juices from around  his shaft and the top of my slit.  I carried the cum to my lips, and sucked my finger slowly into my mouth, while looking up at him with hooded, contented eyes.  

"You are astonishing," he said, "But, I've got to go open up the store."   

I must have frowned, because he stroked my cheek with one hand while he pulled his penis the rest of the way out. "Don't worry, little one, we can have more fun later." 

He rose up, and stood before me, his large circumcised penis hanging in a semi-hard crescent out from his body, his soft public hair matted with his sperm and my lubricant, his balls just lovely hanging between his strong thighs. 

 

"I've got to clean up now. I hate to rush this, but I have to open."  

I sat up, my thigh sliding on the pool of our love making on the cushion, and quickly leaned forward and gripped his cum-covered tool saying, "Here, let me clean you first."  I sucked in the head of his cock. It was large and spongy and tasted of sea and us. 

I sucked him in as far as I could, laving his shaft with my tongue to suck up our juices. I loved the taste of me on him.    His cock began to swell in my mouth as I licked and sucked.  I felt his hands on my head as I let his cock slip from my lips and I licked on either side of this shaft, held it up and licked his balls as clean as I could. As I did, his cock hardened to its previous rigid state, and he said, looking down at me commanded, "Suck me."  

"But, you have to open," I said, smiling and patting his erection gently and sat back.  

"They'll wait," he said, his voice horse and somewhat choked.  He pushed his groin toward me, his very large and very red slab of meat bobbing in front of me.  He reached down and cupped his large ball sack with one hand, and stroked his shaft with the other.  I spread my legs wide and reached down with one hand and began to frigg my clit, and to massage my breasts with the other, squeezing one tit with my hand--pinching my nipple and tugging on it, while rubbing the other with my forearm.   He looked so sexy standing in front of me, hunched over slightly in the middle as he began to stroke his cock in earnest. 

His eyes watched me as I rubbed my clip and massaged my tits.  As he pumped himself, his balls swung back and forth. I had never seen a guy masturbate before, and I was fascinated and really, really turned on. I couldn't believe how rough he was with his cock, but, also, how gentle he was with his balls. He cupped them gently, and seemed to move them up and down in some counterpoint in his being that made pleasurable sense to him.

My mouth began to dry out as my breath came faster and faster, as the glow between my legs began to grow and grow.  I moaned as my climax began to take hold of me, my legs were trembling as they rose up, my knees near my chest, and my fingers stroking me like crazy. I could feel sweat breaking out on my forehead and upper lip just as the first serious waves of pleasure rocketed through me and I jerked and jerked with such pain/pleasure.  

"I'm gonna cum," I heard him say in a strangled voice, and overcoming my rigidity, I pushed myself forward and opened my mouth wide near the end of his mighty prick, sticking my tongue out to receive his nectar. I could hear his hand slapping against his belly as he stroked himself faster and faster. Then. Then, he stroked himself once very hard from tip to root. And again. And, one more time, again, each time grabbing his cock tightly.   The skin on the crown of his cock was drawn taunt, and the pee hole stared at my open mouth. Bill groaned and suddenly, a ropy jet of white-hot sperm leaped from the end and onto my face, covering my nose and part of my forehead. I felt the head of his penis on my tongue just as another jet spurted into my mouth with enough force to cause me to choke slightly. Then another, this time missing my mouth slightly and covering part of my cheek with his slick spunk. One last short shot landed on top of one breasts, hot on my skin like candle wax.  

I grabbed his cock and sucked the head into my mouth, milking the last of his cum from his hot, hard penis.  Bill bent over in reaction to the intense feelings in his cock from my sucking, his stomach against the top of my head, his hands heavy on my shoulders. "Jeeze!" I heard him whisper.  

After another couple of spasms, Bill took a deep breath and stepped back, his cock slipping from my suctioning lips with an audible "pop!"  We both looked at each other for a beat, and then laughed. 

"That was crazy," I said, "I've never had a guy masturbate and cum on me like this before." I scooped his sperm from my face and chest, licking it from my fingers, smiling at the wonderful male taste of him.

He shook his head in admiration, and said, while bending over to pick up his shorts, his cock still semi-erect, "Well, truth is, it's a kind of first for me too!" He continued saying,, "Elaine, just where in hell did you come from?" pulling his shorts on over his hips.  

"Bergen County," I said, smiling, watching him as he slipped his feet into his flip-flops and bent again to pick up his shirt. I still sat of his couch, my legs now apart, one hand scratching my clit gently and the other rubbing the inside of one smooth thigh. This mutual masturbation thing made me feel "older" and more "clued in" somehow. I was beginning to build on my sexual knowledge and experience from what I had learned the previous summer.  

"I hate to do this, honey, but I just gotta open up," he said, buttoning his shirt and smiling at me. He had a very lovely smile, his blue eyes were shining. He stood on his toes and stretched his arms over his head looking all the world like a male lion, the upward motion pulling his shirt up some and showing me his lower belly. I could see the dark, thin line of hair that rose from his crotch and reached his belly button and then disappearing under his shirt to spread lightly across his chest. He dropped back onto his feet and seemed to explode with energy.  

"You gonna be okay?" he asked, smiling at me. "You can use the bathroom to clean up."  

"Yeah, I'm great, and I'll stay great," I said, smiling broadly at him. "You go on. I'll catch up to you."  

"Okay," he said, but maybe you might want to go out the back door and come around through the front," he said, with a cute look of inquiry on his face.  

"Sure," I said, standing up, pushing my tits out, hands on my hips, "I understand.., you're embarrassed by me," I continued, teasing.  

But, Bill looked serious, and said, "No, Elaine, I'm not embarrassed. Just thinking of your reputation is all..."  

I smiled, "I know you are, silly. Go ahead and I'll see you later."  

Smiling, he bent down and kissed me a wonderful, warm lip-to-lip kind of kiss, no tongue, that just sort of made my knees go weak. Then, he turned and went out the door, closing it behind him with a soft "click.”  

I rubbed my hands over my belly, hips and ass. I rubbed my pubis, feeling my cunt hair crinkle from the drying juices and thought that I had better wash up. Bending, I reached for my bikini bottoms. My breasts, hanging down felt fuller than they had this morning, and were definitely more tender and “alive.”  I scooped up my top, slipped my feet into my flip-flops, grabbed my beach bag from where I had dropped it in the middle of the floor, and naked, peeked out of Bill's office door.  

The store room looked empty, and I could hear the low murmur of conversation through the curtain leading to the store. I quickly stepped from the office and slipped into the bathroom, loving feeling my breasts sway and just being naked in Bill's store. I pulled the door closed, snapped the deadbolt and clicked on the light.  

The room was surprisingly clean. For some reasons, I thought the bathroom in a store owned by a guy would be messy, foul, even, but this one was neat as a pin. So much for preconcieved notions.

Draping my bikini over closed seat of the toilet, I drew some warm water into the basin, and cupping some, rubbed it into my tender crotch. I felt good, and I smiled at the feelings of wear and tear on my cunt from Bill's fucking. I loved his cock. It was wonderfully fat and long. I loved watching him pleasure himself with me as the object of his passion. I was great knowing that he had brought himself off while watching me masturbate.  I reflected on the speed of this whole encounter, and marvel at Bill’s self-confidence.  I was beginning to learn that I liked a alpha male. I sort of liked being dominated by the force of a man’s strength against me, of the force of his penis in me and of the fire of his sperm as it splashed in my cunt and filled me with his seed. And, I thought, I liked the idea of being covered in his sperm, of being the object of a guy’s lust. In short, I loved sex, and I loved doing what men wanted me to do for them.

 While thinking these weighty thoughts, I rinsed my pussy well, and dried myself using some towels from the paper dispenser.    I stepped into my bottoms, spreading my legs and pulling them gently up against my sore pussy, and stretched the bottom seams to cup my nice little ass. I pulled my bikini top around me, cups to the rear and tied the back, then, scooting the cups back to front, I gently nestled my tender tipped breasts into each cup.  They felt as if they filled the fabric covering more than they had earlier, and I supposed they were as swollen as my vulva was.  In any case, my breasts were still growing, and a B-cup was getting tight on me.   I washed my face, adjusted my ponytail, almost ready to leave. I quickly lined on some "regulation" (read mom-approved, age appropriate) pink lipstick, and prepared to exit. 

Glancing down, I noticed that my inner thighs and lower stomach were rubbed a darker pinkish red than the rest of me.  Sighing, but with pleasure, I pulled my beach towel from my bag, and, wrapping it around my waist to cover the obvious until I could get some sun on them to cover the redness, turned the latch and snapped off the light.   

I went out the backdoor of the store, and into the late-morning glare. The heat smacked me hard, and I slipped on my sunglasses while walking around the side of the store and back by the front.  

I paused and thought for a minute before going in.  I felt sort of languid after my sexing by Bill, and hungry, too. So, saying to myself, "Let him wonder," I turned the other way and strolled--contented--to the boardwalk where I hooked up

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I was 16

elainepwl on Taboo Stories

At 15 I had had an absolutely thrilling time with the owner of a local surf shop in Wildwood, NJ. My family took an annual summer vacation to Wildwood, renting a small cottage a few blocks off the boardwalk.  I had first sexual experience in Wildwood at 13. First with a boy a couple of years older than I, and then, later, with his father.  
 
The sexual experience with the boy's, dad established a life-long thirst for older men. His father had seemed to take me seriously as a female, and although he had "had his way with me" just once, the experience was so physically and psychologically pleasurable that I have spent a lifetime loving older men (I'm now 33). 
 
The next summer I had sex with the father of a girl I knew, Hol
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ly. It was wonderful, and he taught me to love my body, and to love the body of a man. He taught me much about oral pleasures, including sucking and nipping his nipples, and licking his balls and that wonderful ridge behind them he said was called "the bridge of sighs" by the Japanese.  He was the first to introduce me to anal stimulation when he expanded his pleasuring me from my clit, labia and vagina to my own tiny bridge-of-sighs, and my anus.  
 
I loved it when his tongue probed my tiny nether hole, darting in and out and sliding all around the sensitive rim.  After we showered, he allowed me to, for the first time, do the same to him, and I'll never forget how rapid his breathing became as I laved his backside from scrotum to anus.  Toward the end I jerked his rigid cock until he shot rope and rope of white, sticky sperm onto the tile wall of the shower as I tongued his sweet ass.  He let out a low, rumbling groan as he spurted his spunk, and I felt his knees buckle slightly. He was so covered in sweat afterward, that we showered again. 
 
I have always felt very powerful when giving a guy head. I know some women look on it as a form of submission to a guy, but not me. I know I am in the most powerful place a woman can be when I am pleasuring a guy orally. Truth is, he is at my mercy, even if he doesn't know it.  If you are a woman reading this you can discover my truth. Just stop sucking and licking and get up to "go to the bathroom," or whatever. You will be amazed at the desperate reaction of your playmate! 
 
Anyway, I thought I would tell you about an event that took place the summer I was 16. As I said earlier, I had been having sex each summer for the previous three years, but I abstained during the rest of the year. My mother, ever the wise woman, had figured out somehow, and I've never learned how, that I had lost my cherry when I was 13.  After we had gotten home, she had a quick girl-to-girl chat with me. She said that she "assumed" that I was sexually active at the Shore, but if I was a smart "young woman" (I really liked that!) I would protect my reputation at home. It would be "deadly" to me if I became known as an "easy" girl. I would spend my entire high school life fending off horny boys, and being hated by girls who I now counted as friends.  "So," she said, "If you are having sex while we are on vacation, please use a condom, but if you are smart, don't once we are home. At home you can be a virgin..." 
 
That was good advice, and I took it to heart.  So, I was virginal and pure at home, but a tad slutty at the Shore.  Although, I have to say that I wasn't much of a real slut, because I really didn't know how to be one of those.  But, I was a pretty fresh-faced, lean bodied young girl who loved learning about how to pleasure and be pleasured. 
 
With that said, let's visit my summer in Wildwood, NJ when I was 16.
 
This year I quickly became bored with the same old boardwalk routine, which was a gaggle of girls going one way, and a gang of boys going the other, occasionally coming together like galaxies passing through the same interstellar space; some bodies colliding, some being pealed off due to gravitational attraction, but most moving through each other with only minor distortion.
 
So, I saw a sign in the window of a small gift shop, you know, the kind of place that sells sea-shell based knick-knacks, t-shirts, cheap Chinese-made rubber sandals, etc. The needed a part-time clerk. I thought, "What the hell," and went inside. 
 
The store wasn't terribly large, and it fronted directly onto the boardwalk. I saw a woman behind the counter reading a paperback book. I wasn't a good judge of older people's ages in those days, but my reconstructed memory would put her in her early 40's.  I approached her, saying, "Hi!" all perky.
 
"Hello," she said, smiling. She seemed pleasant enough to me. She had short dirty-blond hair and pale, sort of washed out blue eyes.  She was slightly on the plump side and stood no more that 5 feet 3 inches. "Can I help you?"
 
"I'm here about the card... The job you have in the window."
 
It turned out that she and her husband owned the shop. We did the usual, but new to me then, interview. I told her I was only down for three weeks or so, which she said was better than nothing.  Next I knew, I was hired as a part-time store clerk.  She wanted me to work mornings, and that she would come in around lunch time, and then I was free to either work longer or to "run along."  I later learned that she wanted to "sleep in."
 
We spent the next hour or so going over some details, like how to work the register, where stuff was stored in the back, and so on. I was to report to work the next morning at 9:00 a.m. She said she would be there to introduce me to her husband, Joe.  Her name was Betty, so I now worked for Betty and Joe of Wildwood, NJ.
 
When I told my folks later that night, both seemed pleased. My dad said I was growing up. Clearly he didn't know of my principal summertime preoccupation with sex.  My brother acted like he couldn't care less, which I'm sure he didn't. He and I orbited in different plains in those days. He was about to start college in the Fall, so he felt that he was somehow superior to all us high school "kids."  I was pretty sure he was still a virgin.
 
The next morning I presented myself at the shop, ready to "get to work."  I dressed carefully in a pair of khaki shorts.., fairly short shorts, a white pullover blouse, simple white bra and panties.  Oh, and the ever-present flip-flops.
 
Joe was already there, sitting behind the counter reading the Press of Atlantic City newspaper with a cup of Starbucks in front of him. He appeared at first glance to be a pretty ordinary looking guy. Brown hair with just a hint of gray at the temples, slim in a gray polo shirt. Light tan complexion.  But, when he looked up and smiled at me, his face lit up!  What a smile. I felt myself melt inside.
 
"You Elaine?" he asked, and I nodded not trusting my voice.
 
"Well, come in," he said, standing, and sweeping his arm in a grand gesture. "Let's get to know one another."
 
We sat at the counter and talked for about an hour. I couldn't tell you exactly what we talked about, but I remember that he held my gaze, always looking directly into my eyes, his very light blue eyes expressive and animated.  At one point he touched the back of my hand lightly with his fingertips and I nearly swooned.
 
I was so taken with Joe that I couldn't help but act a bit flirty. I still get that way when I'm nervous, which sometimes helps me in business, but still leaves me feeling a bit flustered.  About lunchtime Joe's wife, Betty came in. She bustled about, fixing this and that before announcing that she had an appointment some place or other.  She gave Joe a peck on the cheek and me a quick glance that reminded me of how the nuns sometimes looked at me at school, and then, "poof" she was out the door and gone.
 
Joe looked at me and laughed. "Sorry for that," he said, "She's always been somewhat abrupt."
 
I just smiled and shrugged.
 
Sometime in the middle of the afternoon when the heat was at its peak and the boardwalk traffic had pretty much dried up, I moved about the small shop dusting and just sort of tidying up the place.  I went into the small store room, which wasn't much bigger than a long closet in search of a broom.  I turned when something blocked the light from the doorway.
 
Naturally, the "something" was Joe.  We stood very close together, and after a few beats he reached out one hand and placed it on my shoulder, saying, "Elaine, you are a very beautiful young woman.., do you know that?"
 
I know I blushed, but Joe probably couldn't see that in the dim light.  I said, "Er.., ah..."
 
He quickly snatched his hand away, saying, "Oh, I'm sorry, Elaine... I didn't mean to scare you."
 
My right hand followed his and before I knew it, my palm was resting on his chest. I could feel the hard muscles beneath his shirt, and, just barely, I could make out the beat of his heart.  My other hand also reached out, taking his hand in mind.  I said, having a sort of out-of-body experience, "You didn't scare me..."
 
I felt myself tremble as he bent down and placed his lips gently onto mine. At first the pressure was gentle, but soon I felt my mouth opening as his tongue slipped into mine, and I tasted him for the first time. He tasted cool and slightly of coffee, with cream and sugar. I felt my arms link around his neck as we kissed, and his hands gripped my hips lightly, his thumbs pressing slightly into the erogenous zone where my thighs met my pelvis. I pushed my groin against him, feeling his hardening member against my belly as I did.
 
He began kissing my neck at the base of my shoulders, his hands roaming over my khaki-clad ass, squeezing and kneading me, as he slipped one thigh between my legs, pressing hard against my cunt.  I could feel my heat against his leg as he ran his tongue over my neck, and I began to hump him slightly.
 
Gasping, he pulled partly away from me, and said, "Can I touch you?"  I could just make out his eyes in the gloomy store room.
 
"Yes," I whispered.
 
Joe slid his hand between the waistband of my shorts and my belly. His hand was smooth and felt wonderful against my quivering tummy. I sucked in my breath as his fingers slipped beneath the elastic of my panties, sliding over my lightly downed mons. He pushed his hand deeper, cupping my steaming pussy.  I could feel one of his large fingers pressing between my labia, pressuring my rapidly swelling pearl, and I could suddenly feel the slipperiness of my dew as it began to flow.
 
I quickly unhooked my shorts and pulled down on my zipper, and then rapidly pulled my shorts and panties down over my hips to mid-thigh.  Joe pushed with his middle finger between my damp folds, probing along my slick, pink gash until I could feel his fat finger begin to push into my vagina.
 
"Oh. Gosh," I mumbled, as I wiggled my legs to try to get my shorts off.  As I did, Joe reached down with his other hand and pushed them down to my calves. From there it was a quick move to release one leg completely.  I lifted it and rested my foot on a small carton as he began to finger me more fully.  I loved the feeling of his finger as he shoved it in, and out. In and out, and in, where he would sort of swirl it around inside me, the root of this finger pressing deliciously against my now swollen clit.
 
Before long I began to cling to his shoulders, my face against his chest as he finger-fucked me. I heard the squish, squish as he inserted his finger again and again. I could feel the void beginning to open in my center as my orgasm began to radiate outward from my womb, sliding down my limbs, numbing my fingers and sending a paralyzing jolt to my legs.  Then, BANG, it hit, and I lost all my strength as his fingers, now two, shoved deeply into my pussy. I must of cried out, because I almost always do when I cum.  But, I know I sagged against him, my pelvis trying to pull away from this hand as the almost overwhelming ecstasy bordered on pain.
 
I gripped his wrist with both hands as I alternately tried to yank his fingers from my sopping, swollen cunt, and forced myself, animal like, jerking back onto them as the spasms of pleasure and pain bolted through me. I know I must have been whimpering until.., at least, my orgasm began to subside, his fingers still buried to the top knuckle within my hungry womanhood.
 
I tasted the salty sweat on my upper lip as I opened my eyes. I could feel my cunt juices sliding down my inner thighs. "Oh, my," I said, "That was absolutely wonderful..."
 
I hadn't cum anything nearly like that since the previous summer, having only my own self to masturbate me. But, this was something even greater. I was pretty sure that I hadn't had such a blast ever before.

Suddenly, I felt a great vacancy as Joe pulled his cum-soaked fingers from within me. I felt them withdraw like a long, slippery eel, leaving me empty, wet, and cool.
 
"You are one hot thing," Joe said, looking at me in wonder. He first smelled my essence on his fingers, then licked one. "Want a taste?" he asked.
 
"Yes," I said, "Yes, I do.
 
Joe pushed the other damp finger between my lips, and I sucked it like a small penis. He fingered my mouth a few times as I tasted my salty, slightly musky self. I felt slightly woozy.  Joe must have sensed it, because he asked me if I wanted to sit down.  Before I did, he pulled up my panties and shorts, and, holding my shoulders, guided me down onto a small stepladder.
 
I took several shuddering breaths, then said softly, "That was wonderful... Incredible, actually."
 
"I'll say," Joe said, "I've never seen anyone cum like that before."
 
I could feel, rather than see Joe's eyes on me. Then he said, "Will you do me?"
 
I didn't need to be asked twice. I reached out and unbuckled his trousers, unbuttoned the top button and quickly pulled his zipper down hearing the whirring sound.  I reached and pulled his slacks and shorts down to his knees, and leaned forward from my sitting position.
 
I couldn't really see his cock well, but I grasped it with one hand, and cupped his heavy, cum-laden balls with the other.  His scrotum felt heavy in my cupped hand and his pubic hairs felt soft and silky. His organ was long and felt somewhat thinner than some of the few I had had in my short life.  I loved the feel of heat from it, and the hardness rigid under the slippery outer skin.  I ran my thumb over the crown, getting a feel for the sponginess of it, and smearing a small amount of slickness that dribbled from the slit. 
 
I leaned forward and placed my nose at the root of his cock where it sprang from his nest of hair and inhaled. I loved the smell of his maleness; a musky Oder with a light overlay of talcum powder. I felt the warmth of his body against my face, and the heat from his rigid penis radiating against my neck and jaw. 
 
I shut my eyes in pleasure as I began to rub the head of his cock over my cheeks, nose and forehead, reveling in the touch of his manhood.  I stroked him a couple of times, then let the head, just the crown, really, into my mouth; my lips wrapping it in a warm embrace, and my tongue sliding over the wonderful head. I felt his quick in-take of breath as his belly contracted when my warm mouth encased his cock head. I could taste him. His musky saltiness flooded my senses, and I could feel my tummy flutter again. He groaned deep in his chest.

I placed one hand under his scrotum, cupping his warm, full balls, and the other held his penis where it joined his body.  I leaned my head forward, slowly, slowly, taking more of his manhood into my mouth, over my tongue and then.., into my throat.

It felt magnificent. I loved feeling his cock filling my mouth, my lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, my nose buried in his pubes. I pulled back, suctioning his penis until just the head remained in my mouth, my tongue dancing over it and probing his pee hole. I could hear Joe's quick intake of breath as I played with his cock head.  I began to stroke him as I sucked and sucked on his head, my lips locked around his shaft just below the bulbous knob.

It didn't take long before I could feel his hips begin to move in the ancient rhythm, back and forth as I sucked him.  Then, I felt the rush of his sperm along the underside of his shaft just a moment before it errupted in my mouth, spraying my throat with his hot, hot, slippery sperm!  What a flood. He pulsed several times before the flood subsided, and his penis began to deflate, slipping from my lips.  In the dim light, I opened my mouth to show him the pool of his sperm, wiggling my tongue.

Then, then I swallowed his slightly salty discharge. He tasted very, very good.

Pulling me up, he kissed me, his tongue entering my mouth and slipping around sampling what was left of his cum.  I felt weak in the knees, but held onto his hips as he kissed me.

Suddenly, he pulled away, and quickly pulling his shorts up and over his wonderful cock.  "I've got to open again, just in case Betty comes back."  He turned and left me sitting on the step ladder in the store room.  With a sigh, I stood up, brushed my hair with my fingers, and walked back out into the store.
 
What a day.