by Jack Allen © jallen@burpingfrog.com

Janet was in the living room reading the newspaper when Ethan entered, wearing just his shorts. She looked up at him, beaming with happiness.

“I heard her shout when you took her cherry,” she said. Ethan blushed. “She liked it, didn’t she?”

“Yeah, I guess she did,” Ethan said, and sat on the sofa.

“I knew you were the right man for the job.”

“Thank you. I’m flattered.” He hesitated and there was a moment of silence between them. “How long have you been planning this?” he asked.

Janet chuckled. “Actually, only since I saw you banging your sister.” She casually laid her hand in his lap, directly on the lump of his penis, which quickly grew hard again. “I was shocked and fascinated, of course.
But when I saw this, it gave me the idea to see if you were interested.”

Sandi came into the room just as her mother was finishing her sentence, but Janet did not remove her hand from Ethan’s lap. They both looked at her. She was glowing, and her face was radiant. She had put on a short terry cloth robe, loosely tied at the waist and open all the way down her front to expose her bare chest and cleavage. She plopped on the other sofa and the robe fell away a little bit, baring one of her breasts. She did not bother to cover it up.

“You look like a new woman,” Janet said proudly, smiling at her daughter.

“I feel different,” Sandi said, crossing one of her legs under her.

“In what way?” Ethan asked.

“I don’t know. Like I’m not a little girl any more. Like I know some secrets now that they don’t tell little girls.” She looked down at her mom’s hand rubbing Ethan’s cock and she blushed.

Ethan laughed at her embarrassment. “You’re not as innocent as you try to let on, but your genuine modesty makes you a more beautiful person.”

“Oh shut up,” Sandi said, blushing even more.

Janet laughed. She caught Ethan’s eye for a moment, tilted her head, leaned forward, and planted her lips on his. Sandi almost gasped out loud, but watched them with fascination. Their lips broke apart and Sandi could see their tongues intertwined like snakes.

Ethan was a little shocked that Janet would do this right in front of her daughter, but since she had brought him over to fuck the young girl, he figured he shouldn’t be too surprised. Her hand was still squeezing his cock, which was ready to burst out of his shorts. He wondered what she had in mind next, although he was sure that whatever it was, he would enjoy it immensely.

Janet and Ethan broke apart and looked at Sandi together. She was staring at them with her mouth open, and when she realized she was staring, she snapped her mouth shut and grinned. Ethan stood up and slipped his shorts down over his hips. His cock seemed to jump out, hanging long and stiff from the front of his body. The bright light from the late afternoon sun shined across the shaft like a spotlight, highlighting every thick inch of it like a masterpiece sculpture.

Ethan held out his hand for Sandi. She got up, giggling, took his hand, and sat down beside him when he sat down. He spread his arms out across the back of the sofa. The warm sunlight was shining on the back of his neck. The mother and the daughter were on either side of him, and his cock was standing up between his legs, begging for attention.

Janet licked her lips, looking back and forth between Ethan and Sandi. She put her hand on his chest.

“I want to show you how to give a blowjob,” Janet said, looking at Sandi.

Sandi blushed again. “I’ve done that, Mom,” she said, pretending to be mature and experienced.

“You’ve put little boys wee-wees in your mouth, but you’ve never sucked a man’s cock.”

Sandi looked down like she had been scolded, but Ethan could see a grin on her lips and mischief in her eye. Janet put her hand around his cock, lifting it straight up. She gently stroked it in her hand, watching her daughter’s eyes. Sandi glanced back and forth from her mother’s eyes to her mother’s hands. She caught Ethan watching them and laughed uncomfortably.

Janet bent forward and lightly, tenderly, kissed the huge head like she was kissing a child as she tucked it in for bed. She kissed the tip and the underside and all the way around, leaving small traces of red lipstick on the skin. She stuck her tongue out between her open lips and touched it to the head, licking slowly, deliberately around the narrow slit. She closed her mouth to get her tongue wet again and sensuously licked up the side to the head, lowered her mouth over the head, closed her lips around the shaft, and slowly sucked her mouth off with a soft smack.

“You have to do more than just put it in your mouth and move your head up and down,” Janet said. “That might be fine for one of your boyfriends, but a real man will quickly get bored with that. Try it,” she said, holding his cock up for her. “You have to love it, adore it, worship, in the way a man worships and adores you and your body.”

Ethan nodded to himself. He had to admit, he thought, she was right about that.

Sandi bent over his lap, taking his cock from her mother’s hands. She looked up at her mother for approval, and Janet nodded. Ethan could feel Sandi’s warm breath over his cock as she fondled it and studied the length of it. He gasped when she kissed the end of it. Her lips were much fuller and softer than her mother’s, and they felt somehow more exotic.

She kissed around the head just like her mother had.

“Now lick it,” Janet said.

Sandi put her lips around and it and licked the head. She took the whole length in her mouth, trying to copy exactly what her mother had done. She did not really know what she was doing, but she behaved like an experienced cock sucker trying to deep throat him. She was squeezing his legs like a woman who wanted him to cum in her mouth, but it was too soon for that.

Obviously trying to be too eager, the slid her mouth as far down on his shaft as she could. The head touched the soft skin at the back of her mouth and she gagged terribly. She pulled her mouth off the cock, coughing in a fit. She turned her head, coughing like she was close to choking, and Janet and Ethan smiled at each other.

“Don’t take any more of it than you think you can handle,” Janet said. She put her hand around his cock and stroked it again. “Ethan’s got a lot of penis here and there’s no need to try to swallow all of it if you don’t think you can.”

“Okay,” Sandi coughed.

“Watch what I do with my tongue,” she said, and Sandi watched closely. Janet put the head in her mouth, rapidly licking the underside of the head, and clamped her lips tightly around the shaft. Her head bobbed up and down rapidly. Her cheeks were sucked in and her lipstick smeared along the shaft.

“Oh my god,” Ethan moaned. His eyes rolled shut and his head fell back against the window. Sandi was aware of the effect her mom’s blowjob had on him, and her mouth hung open in amazement.

“Wow,” Sandi whispered.

Janet sucked her mouth off again and licked up the saliva on her lips. Ethan’s cock was coated and shiny with her saliva. “Now you try it,” she said. “And make sure your teeth don’t touch him.”

Sandi nodded as she stroked his cock. She had a look of intense concentration on her face. There was nothing else in the world but her and the cock she was holding. She took a deep breath, stuck her tongue out, rapidly licked the soft skin under the head, lowered her wide open mouth over the head, which looked far too big for her small mouth, closed her lips tightly around it, took as much of it into her mouth as she could, sucked in her cheeks, and began to bob her head up and down as fast as she
could.

“Fuck,” Ethan cried. His hips rose off the sofa.

“Cum in her mouth,” Janet told him, looking very pleased with her daughter’s work. “I want her to feel it.”

Sandi turned her eyes up to her mother, with a slight cry of surprise that was muffled by the cock. Ethan could see the apprehension in her eyes, but he didn’t want to let her get away without first filling her mouth with his cum.

Sandi was suddenly overcome with fear. The idea of a guy cumming in her mouth had never crossed her mind. They had cum in her hand and even on her face. Ethan was the first to cum in her cunt, but the thought that he was going to cum in her mouth frightened her. She wanted to get it out of her mouth before he did, but she felt a strong hand on the back of her head, holding her down, and actually pushing her farther down on it than she wanted to go. Before she knew it, his warm cum was shooting into her mouth, flooding over her tongue like she had inhaled a lake. Her eyes shot wide open with surprise and she screamed, but that was muffled by the
cock, too.

“Swallow it,” Janet shouted. “Swallow it.”

Sandi tried to swallow it, but it was filling her mouth faster than she could believe, and the first time she tried to choke some of it down, it backwashed and gushed out of her mouth. She was screaming and swallowing, but it just kept filling her mouth. Ethan seemed to have no end to his supply of cum.

Eventually, Ethan let out a big groan and dropped back to the sofa, exhausted. He let go of Sandi and she immediately withdrew his cock. She gasped for a breath, almost sobbing. Her lips, cheeks, chin and nose were dripping with his cum. It was all over his cock, running down the sides, matted in his pubic hair and dripping on his balls.

Janet was astounded. She could only watch and shake her head. “I’ve never seen a man with as much cum as you have,” she said. She took Sandi’s face in her hand. “Are you all right?” she asked, wiping away the thick cum. Sandi nodded bruskly, trying to fight back the tears from her red eyes. “You did a great job.” Sandi smiled, showing the cum on her teeth, which she licked off, and they hugged each other.

Ethan felt choked up with emotion seeing the love they shared. Janet and Sandi looked at him at the same time.

“How are you?” Janet asked.

“Happy,” Ethan said. “You two are really wonderful.”

Janet looked down at his penis. “Have you had enough today?”

Ethan looked down. His penis was drooping over on its side. “I think so,”
he said. “I should probably be getting home now.”

“Can you come back over tomorrow?” Sandi said, with a sad pout on her lips.

“Sure. I can come back over tonight if you’d like.”

“Good,” Janet said. “I have more plans for you.”

It was dark before Ethan returned and knocked on Janet’s front door. Sandi opened it, and smiled seductively when she saw him. She had put on a light, summery dress with a short hemline and a low neckline.

“Come in,” she smiled, and held the door open for him.

“How are you?” he said, noticing the gleam in her eye. “You look very nice.”

“Thank you. Are you gonna kiss me?”

Ethan smiled. He leaned over to kiss her. Their lips touched lightly, then she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him tight to her warm body for a deep, passionate kiss. She moaned as his tongue found hers inside her mouth, and she pressed her groin against his.

Janet came in and saw them holding each other, kissing. “You two act like you haven’t seen each other in weeks.”

“Hi, Janet,” Ethan said, blushing in embarrassment. She was wearing a short, tight, black skirt and a white blouse.

“I never noticed before how good you look in jeans,” Janet said, admiring the shape of his penis hanging down his pants.

Ethan looked down at his front. “Thank you,” he said.

Janet looked disappointed. “Don’t I get a kiss?”

Ethan grinned. “You look great yourself.” He took her in his arms and kissed her. She put one arm around his neck and forced her knee between his legs, rubbing her thigh against the bulge of his hard shaft. When they broke apart, Sandi was watching them anxiously.

Janet took a deep breath. “Have you eaten dinner, yet?” she asked.

“Mom,” Sandi said, feeling unbearably anxious.

Janet looked at her daughter and smiled at Ethan. “Sandi has no patience.”

“I’m only eighteen, Mom.”

Janet hesitated for a second, admiring her daughter’s beautiful features and Ethan’s fabulous body. They looked delightful standing beside each other. “Okay. Let’s go to my bedroom.”

Sandi nearly jumped for joy and led them down the hall to her mother’s big bedroom and climbed onto the king size bed, waiting for them to catch up. Janet sat on the bed with her, leaning back on her elbows.

“We want to watch you take your clothes off,” she said, grinning at Ethan. Sandi crawled on her belly next to her mom and rested her chin in her palms, also grinning at him.

Ethan’s eyebrows went up in surprise. He had underestimated Janet, he thought, but what the hell, she wanted him to fuck both of them. “Okay,” he smiled back at them, and slowly pulled his t-shirt off over his head. Janet and Sandi giggled to each other like little girls at a tea party. He unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants and they sighed together at the sight of his bare, stiffening cock.

“Now you can undress us,” Janet said, laying back on the bed.

“My pleasure,” Ethan grinned. He slowly peeled off each of their clothing and they were all laying on the bed, naked.

“When you two made love this afternoon, what position were you in?” Janet asked.

“Sandi was on top,” Ethan said in a matter-of-fact way. Sandi wasn’t sure what her mother meant.

Janet looked impressed. “That’s a good way to start,” she said. “I want to show Sandi a few positions,” she said, looking at Ethan, as she laid back and spread her legs. “Since you already did it that way, let’s start with you on top.” Ethan crawled on top of her, lowering himself between her legs, and slipped his cock into her warm, moist cunt. Sandi watched with fascination. “This is probably the most common way to make love,” Janet told her daughter. She hooked her ankles around the backs of Ethan’s thighs. “It gives the man all the control.”

Ethan’s cock was buried inside her. He looked at Sandi. “But it doesn’t give the woman as much satisfaction as other positions,” he said.

“That’s true,” Janet said. “Look at how he’s able to get it deep inside me.” Sandi examined where her mother’s hand was pointing between her legs, where Ethan’s huge cock disappeared in her tiny hole.

“Does that feel good?” Sandi asked curiously.

“Yes, it does,” Janet told her. Ethan was moving his hips in and out and her face was grimacing. “Ethan, let Sandi see how it feels.”

“Okay,” he said, and pulled out of her hole. Sandi was already laying on her back with her legs spread and a smile on her face, eagerly waiting for him to try it on her. “You’re going to be a little sore,” Ethan said, as he kneeled between her gorgeous thighs.

“Is it going to hurt?” Sandi said, sounding frightened.

“A little bit.” He slipped the big head of his cock between her moist, tender pussy lips. “I’ll be gentle.” He pushed his hips forward and Sandi winced. Ethan looked at Janet and Janet shrugged. Sandi was watching Ethan with anticipation written all over her face. Her mouth was open and her eyes stared deep through his to his soul. The obvious pain and discomfort did not seem to dissuade her desire to experience lovemaking in the most exquisite way. Ethan slid his penis the rest of the way in with only a flinch and a whimper from Sandi.

“Do you like it?” Ethan said, moving his hips slowly in and out.

Sandi groaned. “I think so,” she said. He began to pump more firmly and she licked her lips. Her eyes blinked shut. Her breathing was heavy and she was moaning softly.

“Hook your legs around his, Sandi,” Janet instructed. Sandi wrapped her legs around his and looked over at her mother to make sure she was doing it right. “That’s right,” Janet said. “Now you can use your legs to give him an idea how hard you want it.”

“Like this?” Sandi whispered, as she clamped her legs around Ethan, drawing him in tighter. His cock went in hard and she groaned.

“Yes,” Janet laughed. “Just like that.”

“I never thought it would be like this,” Sandi moaned, biting her bottom lip. “All the girls I know talk about fucking, but I didn’t know it was supposed to feel so good.”

“Are you still sore?” Ethan asked, looking down on her with concern.

“No, not any more.” Sandi looked at her mother. Janet smiled at her.

“Now pull him down on top of you,” Janet said. Sandi put her arms around Ethan and hugged him to her chest. “Can you feel his skin on yours? Can feel how good it is to have his weight on top of you?”

“Yes,” Sandi sighed, squeezing Ethan tighter and tighter. Ethan’s hips were moving back and forth deeper and deeper and her moans were turning to heavy groans. Her whole body heaved up each time he pushed his cock back in. When he leaned forward, his shaft rubbed her clit and she flinched with a small cry.

“Let yourself go, Sandi,” Janet whispered in her daughter’s ear. “If you want to have an orgasm, just let it happen.”

Sandi bucked her hips up with every thrust of Ethan’s hips. Ethan tenderly kissed the nape of her neck and the lobes of her ears. She was trembling and shaking under him. He could tell she was very near an orgasm. Her groans had turned to rapid, high-pitched squeals. Her fingers were clawing his back and her heels were digging into the backs of his legs. Ethan pumped a little faster and harder, but was careful not to force himself too deep.

Sandi turned her head up, locked her lips to Ethan’s mouth, and he and Janet both knew she was cumming. Ethan continued to pump hard and steady until it began to pass. Janet watched her daughter with admiration, glad she was able to enjoy such experiences with a man she considered to be so trust-worthy.

Sandi opened her eyes, panting, looked up at Ethan, then at her mother. Sandi smiled at her and Janet smiled back, feeling full of joy. Sandi looked back at Ethan again, who was looking deep into her glistening eyes, and kissed him. They kissed lightly a few times, smacking their lips. Sandi looked at her mother again.

“How were you two doing it today?” she asked. Ethan and Janet looked at each other.

“You mean when you saw us in here?” Janet said.

“Yeah,” Sandi said. She saw the two of them blushing.

“Do want me to show you?”

“Yeah,” Sandi grinned.

“Okay,” Janet said. She touched Ethan’s shoulder. “Did you cum?”

“No,” Ethan said. Her eyebrows went up. “Are you surprised?”

“I’m surprised you decided to save it, that’s all.” She rolled over on her belly and stuck her ass in the air.

Ethan gazed at Janet’s ass and her fingers dancing over her clit. He looked down at Sandi. She was giggling. Reluctantly, he drew his penis out of Sandi’s wonderful pussy and crawled across the bed behind her mother. He lined up the head of his cock with her cunt and slipped it in.

“Oh, yeah,” Janet groaned.

Ethan groaned with her, as her smooth, warm hole enveloped him. This switching back and forth between them was going to drive him crazy. He wanted to cum so badly, but he didn’t know if he would be able to give some to both of them. He looked down at Janet’s bare ass spread before him. He could cum there, he thought, squirt it on the pearly skin of her ass and back and up into her hair. He looked at little Sandi who was lying on her side, watching them. She had lovely tits and a flat stomach. He would like to cum on her, and splatter his white liquid on her soft tits. He’d like to cum in her mouth again, which was hanging open in fascination. She had looked so good with his sperm on her lips, and her mouth had felt so wonderful around him. It was an experience he wanted to enjoy again.

He would also like to cum inside Janet, he thought. He held her hips and pulled her back when he pushed himself forward. With a shout, her head rose off the bed and she flung her hair back over her shoulders.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned. The only man she had made love with in her life was her husband, Sandi’s father. Ethan was the first man she had been with since his death more than two years earlier. Ethan was a wonderful lover, as good as her late husband, but there was no comparison for the size of his equipment.

“Do you think you’d like to try this?” Janet said, looking at Sandi.

“Yeah,” Sandi said, quickly getting up on her hands and knees in the same position as her mother.

Ethan looked at Sandi’s sweet, beautiful ass, let go of her mother, and pulled his cock out of her cunt with a wet, sucking sound. Janet sighed with relief when it finally slipped out.

“What do I do?” Sandi said, looking back over her shoulder as Ethan approached. His cock bobbed in front of him like a big, flesh colored pipe, and her eyes were fixed to it.

“Just hold on for the ride,” Janet said, falling to the mattress.

Sandi stared straight ahead, waiting. Ethan put his hand on her ass cheek, and she knew he was about to put it in. He touched her pussy lips with his fingers and she jerked forward.

“Relax,” Ethan whispered. He rubbed her ass with his palm. “Don’t anticipate too much.” He lifted his cock to her cunt and gently pushed the head between her labia. Sandi moaned and her back arched down, raising her ass a little higher. Her fingers clenched the sheets and her toes curled when he began to slowly push it in.

“You’re incredible,” Ethan said, as his cock penetrated her tight hole and forced itself into her. He stroked her back and her slim sides with his strong fingers, wiping away the tiny drops of perspiration. “You’re so beautiful.” Her excitement made her body tremble in his hands.

“Oh … oh … oh,” Sandi gasped. Her sensitivity was at a peak so soon after her orgasm. The head of his huge cock was splitting her open and she could feel every thick inch of the shaft sliding in along her channel. She spread her legs wider to try and give it more room, but that only seemed to make it feel bigger.

He leaned over her back and reached under to squeeze her tits, just like he had done with her mother earlier that day. Sandi’s breasts were bigger and fuller than her mother’s, even at her young age, and they fit his hands perfectly. Her nipples were extremely sensitive, and she squirmed when he pinched them. Her ass twisted and his cock stretched her hole, which made her gasp and whimper.

Ethan began to pound her harder. He wanted to cum inside her. The ecstasy was too much for Sandi and her knees elbows couldn’t support her anymore. She laid her head and shoulders on the bed, squealing out loud and writhing. Her knees went weak as well, but Ethan was holding her back end up.

Janet was amazed. Sandi was going to have another orgasm. She had never been able to do that herself. She found it hard enough to have any orgasm herself in the first place, she didn’t see how Sandi could possibly be having a second orgasm. But then, she was young, Janet thought. Maybe it was easier for her.

Ethan felt his orgasm building inside him like a bomb about to go off. He was slapping his groin against Sandi’s ass and grunting out loud like a bull. Lights were going off in his head like flashbulbs and fireworks. For a moment he was afraid he was going to black out. When he exploded, he shouted, although he never realized he was yelling at the top of his lungs.

The first shot of cum in her cunt got Sandi’s attention. She screamed when she felt it. Her head rose off the mattress and her eyes were wide open. She gasped and her body shook as streams of thick, warm fluid flowed into her.

“Oh yes … oh yes … oh … oh yes,” Sandi panted. Her orgasm poured through her body like a tidal wave crashing on a beach front, followed by a flood of emotions, and finally ending in a satisfied feeling of joy that made her tingle all over. She could hear Ethan behind her panting. He was holding her tenderly and stroking his cock slowly in and out of her hole. Her orgasm was passing, leaving her with a dazed looked on her face. Her channel, tight as it was, had contracted around his cock, and now it was
beginning to release its grip. He drew his cock out little by little and she could feel his cum churning inside her.

Ethan sagged back on the bed, feeling exhausted. His long penis drooped before him, dripping with sperm and Sandi’s juices. Sandi, herself, gradually reclined all the way to the bed.

“That was the most beautiful thing I ever saw,” Janet said. Ethan and Sandi were too weak to respond. Janet crawled across the bed over Ethan’s prone form, picked up his penis, licked it once, and popped the head in her mouth, sucking up the flavor of the fluids that coated it before they dried. “Do you want to come over tomorrow?” Janet asked, licking her lips. “We both need more practice.”

“I suppose I can be your tutor,” Ethan said. “I’ll have to see if I can make the time.”

by Ed0613©

The pleasant feeling of someone playing with his dick awoke him. He could feel her head on his chest and her hand fondling his testicles and penis. Looking down, Frank could see the top of her tussled blond hair as she toyed with him. They were both nude and he was flat on his back with his arm curled around her. Sue was lying on her left side, looking down in amusement as his flaccid shaft began to fill with blood. With a quick motion she moved her head and took it in her mouth before it had a chance to get hard. She loved to suckle on a soft cock, feeling it swell in her mouth.

At his urging, she moved around so that she was straddling him in the sixty-nine position, her sweet vagina only inches from his mouth. With this arrangement he could administer to her as she was doing to him. She gasped, letting his almost hard tool slip from her mouth when he plunged his tongue into her warm, wet slit. A moment later she re-captured his rigid wand in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down with renewed vigor.

What bliss! How could a girl, barely twenty years old have learned to run her tongue around the head of his sensitive prick so expertly? Where did she learn that the underside of his cock was so receptive to her soft licks? Although he knew her pussy was still full of his cum from an earlier session, it was still one of the sweetest he had ever tasted as he tried to find her responsive clitoris. He couldn’t help but wonder if his daughter, her friend, was just as skilled in the art of lovemaking.

He knew he was getting to her by the way she quivered each time he plunged his tongue into her or licked the sensitive little piece of flesh that protruded from between the lips of her delicious pussy.

Suddenly she sat up and moved around, positioning her young tender cunt directly above his waiting dick, still wet from her mouth. She slowly settled on it, letting the full 7 inches slide into her welcoming hot box, whispering, “God, I’ve wanted to fuck you from the first time I saw you, almost two months ago. I can’t believe how good this feels and how well you know me.”

Her eyes glazed over as she threw her head back, put her hands, palms down on his chest and settled back into a steady rhythmic cadence that was designed to bring them both to the fulfillment of this carnal exercise. She would rise until most of the helmet of his penis was exposed then slowly ease down and let it slip into the warm sleeve of her pussy. At the very bottom of the stroke she would slide back a little so that the hard shaft of his cock was in full contact with her sensitive clit. She repeated this again and again, with a little grunt at the end of each series. “Oh God, that’s good.”

His mind was awash in a sea of bliss. The heavenly rapture of her soft pussy engulfing and stroking his penis was almost lost in the overall scheme of things.

Here he was, a fifty-six year-old widowed father, having sex with his daughters best friend. Not that he minded. It had been over a year since his wife died and he had sex with another person. The joy of sipping his own cum as it oozed from the sweetest pussy he ever tasted was mind-blowing. Slowly, all of his thoughts dissipated, only to be replaced by the impending culmination of this sexual union. He could sense the approaching orgasm as it gripped his psyche deep in his body. He could feel it rising in his loins, ready to push him over the edge into climatic paradise.

Now, he was bucking with wild abandon, jamming his inflexible shaft into her hole as hard as he could, trying to make it go even deeper. She was bouncing around on top of him like a limp rag doll, having already succumbed to the orgasm she had been seeking. Her head was sagging forward and hair was disheveled, falling in front of her face, hiding her glazed eyes and open mouth. She reacted ever so slightly when she felt the first jet of his cum spew deep into her. Although she could feel each successive spurt of his seed, she was too far gone to do anything but sag down against his chest, his massive tool still imbedded deep in her cunt, pulsing with each thrust of his loins as he also faded away.

He put his arms around her, holding her close, inhaling the musty aroma of their lovemaking and the delicate fragrance of her perfume. After a while, her regular breathing told him she was asleep so he slowly eased her off of him to leave her lying in the middle of the king-size bed, curled into the fetal position, snoring ever so lightly. Quietly, he picked up his cell phone and went into the hallway. He closed the door so is not to awaken her.

He called his office and explained to his Secretary that something had come up with his daughters visit and that he would not be in today. That done, he re-entered the bedroom and went into the bathroom, noting that she was still in a deep sleep. He took care of his physical needs and turned on the shower, carefully adjusting the water temperature. Standing under the enjoyably warm flow he began to reflect on what had happened yesterday and last night.

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Carol, his daughter and her friend Sue, came for spring break a week ago Friday.

Sue was no stranger, having visited with Carol once before over the Christmas holidays. Carol went back to school Sunday afternoon but because of scheduling, Sue didn’t need to be back to campus until later in the week. She told Carol that she just wanted to lounge around the pool and catch some sun before she left on Tuesday.

When Frank returned from dropping Carol at the airport Sunday afternoon, he found Sue laying facedown on a chase lounge by the pool, naked, her bottom modestly covered with a towel. She seemed to be asleep. He busied himself in the kitchen, making lunch for both of them. He made sure he was in a position to see her though the open door as he worked. He stared, mesmerized as she slowly awoke, sat up and stretched, her beautiful full breasts, with the soft pink nipples, facing him in all their glory.

She stood up, looked him straight in the eyes through the door and smiled,

“Like what you see?” She asked as she came into the kitchen, brazenly flaunting her nakedness.

“What I see is wonderful but I didn’t mean to be a peeping Tom. You are a beautiful girl.”

“Thank you, I don’t mind if you look. I’m somewhat of an exhibitionist. I think I have a nice body and I like for people to look at me.”

“Well it certainly is nice, but I don’t think it is proper for someone old enough to be your father to be ogling you.”

“Nonsense. You’re a virile male aren’t you? Does it make you horny to see me like this? Never mind,” she giggled a little, “I can see by the bulge in your shorts you have a hard on.”

“Oh God, how embarrassing.”

“Nonsense. I’m flattered that I could do that to you so quickly. Come on and go skinny dipping with me.”

“Now, that absolutely would not be proper.”

She was working on the waist buttons of his shorts and dropped them when she said, “Let me worry about that. Come on, I wont hurt you.”

He hesitated only a moment before he tore off his shirt, kicked off his flip-flops and chased this naked nymph out of the kitchen and across the pool deck. At the edge of the pool, he stopped long enough to drop his boxers and release his hard cock before he dove in after her.

They surfaced face to face, a couple of yards apart, almost in the center of the pool. She swan over to him and put her arms around his neck. When she nestled he warm, ripe body against his she whispered, “Now, isn’t this better than a cold sandwich?”

She wrapped her long legs around him in such a way that his stiff penis was under her, just caressing her hot, soft pussy. With a little movement and the help of her hand, she guided his hard shaft deep into her welcoming cunt. “Oh man, that feels like it has always belonged there.”

Without a word, and with her still impaled on his dick, Frank made his way to the steps out of the pool. He carried her up a couple of steps and sat her bottom on the rim at exactly the right height to ram his big pole directly into her. He held her ass tight while he hammered his manhood deep in her, time after time. She was leaning back, supported by her arms in order to give him full access to her hot box. He could look down and see his rigid penis stroking in and out of her slippery pussy.

It wasn’t long before he could feel the climax building deep in his balls. Each stroke seemed to bring him closer and closer to the pinnacle of sensation. He was so lost in satisfying his own carnal needs he wasn’t aware that she was laying back on the concrete and moaning uncontrollably with her own orgasm. With one mighty shove and a grunt, he emptied a year of his stored up seed into her willing pocket, pulse after pulse.

He was so spent that he just stood still, knee deep in the pool, for a couple of minutes until his wilted penis slowly withdrew its self from her warm sleeve. With a deep sigh, he simply fell backward into the pool. He floated there, on his back, his flaccid dick awash for a short while until she jumped in beside him.

She whispered in his ear, “Let’s go up to your bedroom so we can do it right.” Her hand slid down to cradle his limp dick when she added, “I want to give you the best blow job you ever had. Do you eat pussy?”

“Sure.” He didn’t bother to tell her that the only pussy he had ever eaten was his wife’s and that was over two years ago. Frank scooped her up in his arms and took her to his bedroom. He deposited her on the edge of the bed and without further ado, buried his face into her creamy breasts. Their softness was unrivaled as he nursed like a baby, kissing and sucking. He felt one of the nipples harden as he captured it between his lips and suckled.

Abandoning the soft pillow of her chest, he slowly kissed his way down her torso until he arrived at her hairless Mound of Venus. Delicately, he inserted his tongue into the slit that was weeping her welcoming moisture. He was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure and an increase in the flow of juice. She opened her legs as wide as possible to allow him the greatest access to her smoldering womanhood.

Each thrust of his tongue brought an increase in the volume of her moans until, finally she shouted, “Oh my God Frank, I’m about to cum! Fuck me, quick, please fuck me, now!

In an effort to oblige, Frank quickly turned her over and placed her on her hands and knees on the edge of the bed. In an easy motion, he rammed his hard dick into her warm cunt and began to pump. Almost immediately she slumped her shoulders to the bed so that she could massage her clit with one hand and his balls with the other. Her orgasm came minutes before his and she was twitching uncontrollably each time he drove into her until he finally attained his second climax of the afternoon.

Completely spent, he collapsed along side of her. Sue nuzzled up to him and whispered, “Thank you, I never realized that older men were such good lovers.”

She cuddled even tighter to him and in minutes, both were sound asleep. Some time later, he awoke to find her standing over him, cleansing his penis with a wet washcloth. When she realized he was awake, she smiled at him and said, “I think I owe you this,” and took his flaccid dick into her mouth.

Frank watched as she began mouthing his rapidly hardening phallus and was awed by her ability to take so much of it down her throat. In only moments he was adrift on a sea of ecstasy, her soft mouth and talented tongue caressing, sucking and sensually exploring every facet of his manhood. Soon, he was bucking with untamed power, fucking her face much as he did her pussy earlier. He made no apologies when his semen gushed out of him and filled her mouth, carrying him over the threshold of euphoria. Without a sound, she quickly ran to the bathroom, her hand over her mouth, to deposit his cum in the toilet.

By the time she returned, he was asleep so she cuddled up beside him and followed him into the land of slumber.

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Frank was just standing there day dreaming, head back, eyes closed and letting the warm water wash the cobwebs out of his mind when Sue snaked her arms around him from behind and said, “Your daughter was right. You did need a piece of ass. Only thing, she doesn’t know how good you are at it or what a wonderful lover you are. I sure am glad she asked me to seduce you.”

She was still fondling his cock from behind when he asked, “Carol told you to fuck me?”

“Yep, she gave me very specific instructions. She said you were despondent over the loss of your wife and she thought a good round of sex would pep you up. Mm, you’re getting hard again. I think you are all over your funky mood. Come on and do me again before breakfast. You know I must leave tomorrow but between now and then, we’ll see just how strong you are.”

by AnAmericanDarling ©

I stood at the door with my colorfully wrapped gift. I had just rung the doorbell a minute before and was waiting patiently. I’m 19 years old and it was my friend Janet’s 20th birthday, and she was having a birthday party that evening. Nothing huge, a few of her relatives and a few friends, but I had been looking forward to it nonetheless.

A man I didn’t recognize opened the front door. He smiled when he saw me.

“Hi, you must be one of Janet’s friends. I’m her Uncle John, please come in.”

I went inside, “Thank you, I’m Melanie.” I stuck my hand out and he shook it gently.

“It’s lovely to meet you Melanie. I’ve met almost all of Janet’s friends, but I know I haven’t met you, I would definitely have remembered it if I had.”

I blushed as he smiled down at me, “Thanks.”

John had beautiful blue-green eyes and was tall. He had a terrific smile too. A rush of butterflies flew into my tummy.

“Melanie!” Janet came running in from the kitchen “Ooh Melanie, a gift,” she giggled. “Thank you.”

Over the next twenty minutes or so the guests arrived, and then Melanie proceeded to do the most important thing during a birthday party - open the presents. She got a lot of nice things clothes, money, cds (two of which were from me) and a lot of other stuff. Then Charlie, Janet’s Dad, brought out her birthday cake and we all settled at the long table in the dining room. We were all chattering excitedly about the party and the gifts.

Being that the cake was in the middle of the table, I had to stand up to cut my slice of cake. When I was slicing with my right hand, my left hand got in the way and I accidentally cut myself.

“Ow!” I squealed.

“What happened?” Janet asked.

“I cut myself,” and I headed to the bathroom.

“I’ll help you,” I heard John’s voice say as I walked down the hallway. John was behind and I suspected he was sneaking glances at my bottom, which I didn’t mind at all.

John then walked ahead of me as we both walked into the bathroom. He heated up a washcloth for me and told me to keep it wound tightly around the cut. With having to hold my finger for several minutes to stop the bleeding, a conversation was inevitable as I sat on the bathroom counter and John stood next to it.

“Is it feeling any better?” John asked, genuinely concerned.

I nodded, “Yes, thanks for helping me.”

John cleared his throat, “I’m surprised you didn’t come tonight with your boyfriend.”

“Oh, I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“You’re kidding.”

I giggled, “No, I’m not kidding.”

He leaned against the counter and grinned at me, “I thought someone as pretty as you must be already attached.”

I shook my head and smiled, “No, I’m not. Are you?…Attached I mean.”

He looked surprised at my question, “No, I’m not married and I don’t have a girlfriend or anything.”

“That surprises me, since you’re so cute and everything.”

He chuckled, “I bet you tell that to all the boys.”

“Not that it makes me any less sincere though,” I said and we both kind of laughed. A silence passed through, and it was awkward, but exciting.

“I turned 19 a few months ago and Janet was the brains behind the surprise party, it really was a lot of fun.”

“19,” he said. “Wow, that’s so young. I’m an oldster, I’m 58.”

I touched his arm, “Don’t be silly, that’s not old at all.”

He blushed at my remark and changed the subject, “Here, let’s get that finger wrapped up.”

He held my hand in his large one and, having taken away the damp cloth, he gently dabbed my finger dry with a new one. There was definitely sexual tension in the air, so thick you could slice it. I felt his face so close to mine as he nursed my wound. He really should be a male nurse, I thought to myself. He’s so gentle. He then wrapped a band aid around my finger tip.

I was kind of at a loss not really knowing what to do or say, but John made up my mind for me.

He slid his hands around my waist and planted his lips gently on mine. All the pent up sexual energy we had felt around each other was being released with this passionate kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and stroked his ear, which seem to encourage him as he started kissing me harder. I spread my jean-clad legs and he put his hand on my thighs which drew a low moan from both of us. I broke off the kiss and told him we’d better go back to the party or someone might get suspicious.

Back at the table, John’s seat wasn’t directly across from me, he was more like diagonally across from me, and for the rest of the party we exchanged little glances and smiles, like we were two little kids who had just gotten away with something so naughty.

About two hours later the party was wrapping up and the guests were starting to leave. Charlie, John and I were cleaning up the mess on the kitchen table. I was a guest and not entitled to clean up, but since it got me near John, I was all for it. When we were in the kitchen alone together, he gave me his phone number and I was thrilled that I could call him and be able to meet with him again.

The next morning I woke up in my comfy bed at home. Since I was in college, and pretty much broke, I lived in my parents house in the summer and then in my own apartment during the school year.

I turned and laid on my back, thinking about the night before. John was such a special man I could tell that from the get-go. The clock read 11:15 a.m. Should I call him? I wondered. I decided, yes, I should. I dialed the number and waited nervously for John to pick up.

“Hello?” he said.

I smiled at the sound of his voice, “Hi John, it’s me, Melanie.”

“Well, hello there Melanie. It’s great to hear from you.”

We made small talk and I learned that John had only been back in town for about a month. He had recently been hired as a hotel auditor and he wanted to move back in town to be closer to work. We talked a little bit about the party, but with our attraction for one and another and our flirtatiousness, it didn’t take long for the conversation to be steered into making a date.

“I can’t believe a man like you lives all by himself,” I said.

He laughed, “I don’t mind it too much. Though being in this apartment by myself, it does get a little lonely once in a while. Melanie, would you like to have dinner with me tonight around eight o’clock?”

“I’d love to!”

And so our plan was set. I was so excited! After I hung up, I decided to pick out my outfit right then and there. It took a long time of debating, but I decided on a light blue skirt and a white blouse. Then I went downstairs to see what was going on with my parents.

“Hi Daddy,” I said to my Dad as I entered the kitchen.

“Hello sweetie, what are your plans for this weekend?” he asked.

“Well, nothing for tomorrow, but I have a date tonight.”

I poured myself a bowl of cereal and sat down across from him.

“Do I know him?”

“No, Daddy, you don’t know him. His name is John, I met him at Janet’s party last night.”

“I bet he’s a very kind boy,” my father remarked. Boy? I thought to myself. This man wasn’t exactly a boy. I held back a giggle. “Is he in college?”

I shook my head, “No, Daddy.”

“Did he graduate already?”

“Oh, Daddy why all the questions all the time? I don’t know if he graduated, I don’t know that much about him except that I like him.”

I stopped mid-bite. As old-fashioned as it was, my father always liked to meet all my dates, even first dates. It just occurred to me that my Dad was going to meeting John, my date, who was older than he was! I excused myself and went up to my room. It was a bizarre situation, but the kinkiness of it made me horny.

The day went by very slowly, as I was looking forward to going out with John so much. But I was also dreading the meet-the-parents episode.

At eight o’clock sharp I head the doorbell rang. I ran out of my bedroom.

“I’ll get it! I’ll get it!”

My parents were sitting in the living room. I stood at the front door, about to open it. If Mom and Dad didn’t fall over dead, I would be very shocked. But I was a grown woman - or at least, a legal one, and I intended to date who I wanted regardless of what my parents thought. I opened the door. John looked so nice. He had on a nice pair of slacks with a crisp white shirt and a tie. He held a bouquet of flowers in his hand for me.

“Hi John! Thank you so much,” I took the flowers from him.

“You look very lovely, Melanie,” he said.

I blushed, “Thank you.” I lowered my voice, “As old-fashioned as it is, my parents want to meet you, I-”

He chuckled, “I understand.”

I opened the door and in walked John. My Dad started choking on the chips he was eating and my Mom just looked at us wide-eyed. I ignored it.

“Mom, Dad, this is John. John, these are my parents Lynn and Dan.”

They shook each other’s hands and exchanged “nice to meet you’s”.

There was a moment of silence, “Well, John, I guess we should go.”

“Hold it right there young lady,” said my Dad.

“Yes, Daddy?”

“I need to see you in the kitchen.”

“But Daddy, I-”

“Now!” he growled.

I held John’s hand, “Could you wait for me in the car please John? I’ll be out in a minute.”

John nodded and left the house, while I met my father in the kitchen.

“Why in god’s name are you going out with that man!” my father yelled.

“I like him,” I said calmly as I put the bouquet of flowers into a vase and filled it with water.

“Damn it Melanie, he is so much older than you. He could-”

“Daddy, I am going out tonight. I am not going to let you ruin my evening,” I said sternly, but calmly. I quietly walked out into the living room.

“Melanie!” my Dad yelled.

I walked out the front door and over to John’s car. He held the passenger door open for me and I slid in. John got in the driver’s seat and we drove off.

“I heard your Dad yelling,” John said. “I didn’t mean to make trouble.”

“You didn’t make any trouble. Let’s not talk about Dad. How handsome you look tonight!”

He laughed, “Well, thanks, you look very nice too. Beautiful, in fact.”

I blushed, “Thanks…So where are we going for dinner?”

“Ella’s…Have you been there before?” he asked.

I shook my head, “No.”

“You’ll love it. They’ve got great food. They also have a dance floor, that is, if you’d like to use it with me,” he looked over and smiled.

“You caught my attention right away last night,” I told him.

“And you caught mine too. You’re such a pretty girl. Do you usually date dirty old men?” he asked laughingly.

“I try. Well, actually you’re the first older man I’ve gone out with. But I’m glad you’re older. Boys my age are so dull. I’m so bored with them. But as for admiration, I’ve always admired older men - I think you know what I mean by ‘admire’- anyway, ever since I was about 14 or 15, so my being out with you tonight is very exciting to me.”

“You can’t imagine how exciting it is to me,” he said.

“I think I have a general idea,” I giggled.

He grinned at that as he pulled into Ella’s parking lot. He got out of the driver’s seat and opened the door for me. I got out and we walked to the entrance. As he opened the door for me, he gently put his hand on the small of my back.

A waiter came over and eyed us suspiciously, “Just two?”

“Yes,” John said. “Non-smoking.”

The waiter showed us to a table. The booth was shaped like a horseshoe and surrounded itself around our table. John sat down and I sat across from him and thought for a moment as we looked through our menus.

“John?”

“Yes?”

“May I sit next to you?”

His beautiful eyes looked into mine and I could tell he was glowing, “Of course, of course you can honey.”

I slid around to his side of the table, so he was on the outside and I was on the inside.

“This is better,” I giggled.

“That was such a sweet gesture. I haven’t been this close to such a pretty young girl in a very long time.”

“Thank you,” I said.

The waiter came by and we gave him our order. He collected our menus and went onto the other tables. I was horny, being so close to John, that I was more forward than I usually was. I rested my hand on his thigh.

He looked at me and said in a low voice, “You’re a naughty little thing, aren’t you?”

I nodded and bit my lower lip. He took my chin in his hand and gave me a gentle kiss. I smiled up at him, “Can I move my hand a little higher?”

He put his arm around me, “Sure you can baby. I -”

“Here you go,” the plump waiter said joyfully, setting down our sodas. I blushed and looked up at him, pulling my hand away from John‘s leg. I didn’t know this waiter, but one thing I did know was that he had horrid timing! John and I thanked him for the drinks, eager to get on with what we were doing. Once the waiter had gone, I put my hand back on John’s leg and rested it on his thigh, shy to go further.

John rubbed my back, “Don’t be shy, sweetheart.”

I timidly moved my hand up to his crotch, covered by his nice slacks. He let out a low groan. I grinned and started to rub him gently.

He breathed in sharply, “My god.”

I scooted closer to him and nuzzled my nose into his neck and started licking and kissing at his ear lobe.

“Does that feel nice?” I asked him.

“Y-yes, it does,” he replied shakily.

I rubbed his cock harder and he held the side of my face with one of his hands. He lowered his face to mine and we kissed passionately. I felt his cock in my hand and it was so hard, I felt my panties getting very wet. John and I started stirring in our seats. This obviously was not going to work in a restaurant.

“You want to get out of here?” I asked him quietly.

“Oh god, yes, let’s go to my apartment.”

We got up, shaking with excitement and quickly left the restaurant. We ran out to his car and started to laugh like two little children.

“You are such a bad boy,” I joked to him.

“And you like it too,” he said.

“I sure do!”

He backed up the car way too quickly and almost ran into a parked car. He screeched out of the parking lot. This man wanted it badly. I started to giggle.

“Don’t mock a horny old man, little girl,” he said to me smiling.

“Oh yeah? Why not?”

“Because I am going to give it to you so bad when we get to my place you’ll hardly be able to walk.”

I giggled and sat closer to him as he stopped at a red light.

“Can I jack you off now?” I asked him.

He quickly undid his pants and fished out his cock. His cock was about average size, maybe six or seven inches, but average size is more than enough for any girl and I’m no different. It was also very thick. I started to stroke his cock.

“Quicker baby, faster.”

I started to jack him off faster and harder, he moaned loudly.

“You like that?” I teased him.

“You know I love it.” He looked down, “It looks so big in your little hand.”

A car honked behind us. The light had been shining green for who knows how long. John drove on while I stroked him. I lowered my head and went down on him, wrapping my lips around his cock.

“Holy shit, god that feels good,” he groaned.

After a minute or two he stopped the car and turned off the engine. There was only the sound of the night and my sucking sounds. I brought my head up to see where we were.

“Where are we at?” I asked. I looked out the window and saw we were parked on the side of a deserted road.

“Never mind,” he said. “Come on, suck me baby. Suck on it more, sugar.”

I lowered my head again and continued to blow him. My head bobbing up and down. One hand holding the base of his cock and the other rubbing his balls. I took my mouth off of him for a minute, and just played with his dick.

“Oh jesus,” John sighed.

His cum started to spurt up from his dick, and I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked him while he came.

He stroked my hair, “You’re such a good girl, that feels so good. Oh, you and that little mouth of yours.”

He finished cumming and I licked his cock up and down, to clean it up for him. I sat up when I was finished and he put it back in his pants.

“Boy,” he said. “baby, you are so good.”

I giggled, “I enjoyed doing it.”

“Oh I could tell. I could tell you just loved it.”

After we had both calmed down, John started up the engine again and continued to drive. I leaned up against him as he drove and he put his arm around me. We didn’t say much as we went to his apartment.

He pulled into a parking lot of a very nice apartment complex. He got out and opened my car door for me, and I got out and thanked him. I slammed the door shut and he gently pushed me up against the car and wrapped his arms around my shoulders and we kissed. Our kiss ended and he took my hand and led me to his building. I held his hand in both of mine and pressed my boobs against his arms.

“Oh honey,” he said to me. “You are just asking for it tonight, aren’t you?”

I giggled and nodded.

We walked into the complex and went into his apartment, room 112. Since it was a small apartment, I immediately found the most important room: the bedroom. I asked if I could use his bathroom and he said any girl who gave him such a blowjob could use his bathroom anytime. I laughed and went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I stood in the bathroom, indecisive on what I should do. Should I take my clothes off like the girls in the movies? I have to admit, I was in desperate need of a cock. I decided to go half way and take off my shirt and skirt, but leave on my lacey panties and bra.

I opened the bathroom door a little and called out to him to close his eyes. He was sitting on the couch and I could see the back of his head.

“Ok sweetie,” he said. “My eyes are shut.”

I went out into the living room and sat beside him on the couch, my feet settled under my bottom.

“Ok, you can open them,” I said. I had to admit my tits did look pretty good in the low-cut bra.

He opened his eyes and looked me up and down, “Oh baby, god you look amazing.”

I kissed him and started to undo his tie and unbutton his shirt. I threw his clothes on the floor and then started to unbuckle his pants. I pulled his pants and his boxers down and his cock stood up again, fully hard. I leaned down to take off his shoes and socks, knowing he could see down my bra. Every piece of clothing he had, now a pile on the floor.

I sat up again and looked him up and down with a smile. He was rubbing his cock as he looked at my half-naked body, his eyes not able to settle on one place. There was no sound except for our heavy breathing and the sound of him stroking his cock. I stood up and reached behind me taking off my bra, and then hooking my thumbs into my panties and pulling them down. I watched him stroke his cock.

“You like dick, don’t you baby?” he said to me.

I nodded.

“Oh baby, I’m going to fuck the hell out of that little body of yours,” he took my hand and led me into the bathroom. “Face the mirror,” he said quietly. My back was to him as my hands held onto the counter. I spread my legs.

“You know the drill,” he said chuckling.

He gently put his cock into my pussy and I groaned, “John, god that feels so good. More, put more of it in.”

He moaned, “Baby wants more, mmm, alright.” He eased his entire cock into my small little slit. We sighed in relief. All our sexual tension from the evening was being released.

“Your dick feels so good, fuck me, fuck me,” I begged him.

“Shit baby, you have a tight little pussy.”

He started to fuck me.

I sighed, “Oh please go faster.”

He quickened his pace. I looked into the mirror. My tits were jiggling and John was looking down, watching his cock go in and out of my pussy. It must’ve been so hot to watch. He looked into the mirror and caught me staring at him. He smiled. That smile of his made me weak. Especially since we were fucking. The sex smile. I giggled.

I was moaning and whimpering as he was fucking me. Little “ohs” came out from my lips. I reached down and rubbed my clit and soon I could feel my little button beating from an orgasm. I spread my legs and stuck my ass out more.

“Oh fuck,” John said. He was rubbing my ass with his hand, while his other hand had a tight grip on my hip. “Oh shit,” he cursed. “I’m cumming.”

I felt him start to shoot into me and my little cunt started to tighten in orgasm. He and I were groaning as we came together, and I could hear our bodies smacking. I let out a long deep breath as my orgasm ended and after shooting his sperm into me, he slowed his pace and gently moved his cock out of my slit.

He went over to the shower and turned on the water, putting the bath plug into the drain. I looked at the bathtub. It was definitely big enough for two people. The water started to fill up the tub and he squirted some bubble bath into it. He stood back up and I smiled at him. Our hair both matted from sweat and our faces a little shiny with perspiration.

He smiled at me. He smiled at me like he loved me. Did he? As if reading my thoughts, he answered.

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you too,” I said. My eyes were welling up. Jesus, I just hated these post-orgasm tears, they can be a little embarrassing for a girl, you know!

“Sweetheart, don’t cry,” he said. He thumbed away my tears.

“No, they’re not bad tears,” I said to him. “They’re good tears. Post-orgasm tears, you know.”

He laughed, “Yeah, I know. Let’s take a bath.”

He turned off the water and got into the tub. “Come on baby,” he said. He took my hand and I sat down in the water in between his legs, my back resting against his chest. The layer of bubbles rested slightly above my boobs.

“You’ve got one hell of a rack, sweetie,” he said to me.

I giggled, “Thank you.”

“And you know it don’t you?”

I nodded.

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around my arms.

“You were good,” I told him.

“I hope I was. I’ve had nearly forty years of experience,” he laughed. “But baby, you were so good too. You sure as hell don’t act like your nineteen.”

I looked at him, “Is that good?”

He nodded, “It’s good, sugar. You walk like a little vixen and you talk and act like one too. I love it.”

After a little while longer we decided to get out of the tub and we dried each other off. He put on a pair of boxer shorts and he gave me a clean shirt of his to wear. I buttoned it up and it reached to just a few inches above my knees. We went into his bedroom and nestled in his bed. He fell asleep quickly, but I stayed awake for a little while. I studied his face. He looked so cute when he was asleep. I closed my eyes and dozed off.

by Chris6485©

Joseph Triggs was running late. His alarm once again did not go off when it was scheduled to. ‘Damnit,’ he thought to himself as he jogged to his destination, ‘I need to go out and buy a new clock. I can’t keep doing this, I’m not getting any younger.” That was true, jut two day’s ago Joseph had celebrated his 45th birthday, and for the first time in his life, he was beginning to feel old. Perhaps it was his profession that gave him that feeling. Anyone who did what he did day in and day out would feel the exact same way. In fact, all of his collogues agreed with him on it, but it was the nature of their beast. Spend your days amongst the youth and you could not help but feel old. Every year, the youth kept the same age, and he kept growing older and older. ‘I should have listened to my mother and been an accountant,’ Joseph sighed to himself. ‘At least they don’t deal with these kids.”

Breathing heavily, Joseph Triggs began to slow down and sputter a bit. As he approached the building ahead of him, he began to sprint up the marble stone steps that lead to it’s entrance doors. Entering into the front door of the building, Joseph waved to the guard sitting behind the desk right beyond the door as he ran by.

“Morning Vernon,” Joseph shouted to the guard.

“Morning Joe, alarm didn’t go off again today?”

“You know it, Vern, have a good one. Free for lunch today?”

“Sure thing Joe, I’ll see you around noon,” replied Vernon as he turned his attention back the crossword puzzle he was working on.

Joseph began to sprint down the hallway. Reaching the end of the long narrow hallway, he took a quick left and an immediate right, stopping at a large oak door. Sighing to himself, he pushed open the door quickly, walking into the lecture hall. Looking down at his watch, he saw he was fourteen minutes late. Smiling to himself he walked to his desk at the front of the auditorium.

“Good morning class, sorry for being late. As usual, my alarm did not go off this morning,” Triggs said to the class as he heard a loud unanimous grown from the class. He grinned to himself. ‘Ah the college students and their undivided worship of that forsaken 15 minute rule, he thought. ‘In my 15 years, have yet to lose one single class to that rule and I don’t intend to now.’

“Now everyone, if you recall, last class we were discussing the social ramifications of war on the growing of a country’s economy. Now can anyone please enlighten me on the importance of this?”

“Professor Triggs, why is it that we have to learn about the past, it’s happened and over with. We should be discussing what to do about our future not wasting our time analyzing information that has no bearing on today’s global status,” the question came from a young woman sitting in the front row of the auditorium. Professor Triggs sighed gently to himself. He responded to similar questions of that nature far too many times. Why is these children never learn to appreciate the past knowledge so that they can apply it to today’s problems, he always thought. Triggs cleared his throat and began to answer the question.

“Miss Sabane, if I had a nickel for every time I’ve heard that question, or any question along those lines, I wouldn’t be here today teaching you all.” Professor Triggs paused for a minute to allow for the laughter of his class to simmer down. He looked over at young Madison Sabane to see her slouch down and begin to blush in her seat. She truly is a beautiful young woman, Triggs thought to himself. Madison Sabane has that ravishing look of beauty about her. Standing at five foot six, her long, flowing brunette hair gently draped over her shoulders curling at the end of the locks, complementing her deep almond eyes perfectly. Her pear shaped face matched her persona perfectly, with her elegant high bridged nose protruding off the center perfectly. The smile of hers glowed wonderfully thanks to the dimples that appeared on her lightly tanned cheek. If her face wasn’t pretty enough, her body more than made up for it. She had the type of figure that most women would kill to have. Her slim build was lightly toned with just the right amount of muscle in all of those right spots. Her hour glass shaped torso was complemented by a voluptuous chest, the type of chest that men tend to droll over. It did not help that she had chosen to wear a tightly fitting, form exposing sweater to class. Triggs moved his eyes down to her well defined thighs and legs. Her silky smooth lightly tanned legs radiated out of her short gray skirt. If only I was as young as I used to be, the types of things I…

“Professor Triggs, is everything alright?”

Triggs broke out of his day dream. “Yes class, I’m sorry, my mind had drifted that’s all.” He looked over at Madison, who was still blushing from the embarrassment that he had caused her. She smiled at him roguishly and winked at him. Did she realize what I was focusing on, Triggs thought. No she couldn’t have, it was only for a second, he concluded. Gathering his composure once again, Triggs sat down on the edge of his old wooden desk. Clasping his fingers together, he continued on with what he was discussing.

“First of all, let me apoligize Ms. Sabane, I did not mean to embarrass you in front of your peers. It was bad judgment on my part.”

“It’s quite all right professor. I’m a big girl, I can handle most jokes,” she paused for a minute to gather her thoughts and continued on, “and pretty much anything now a days,” Madison Sabane replied, almost coyly, adjusting her seat allowing for herself to expose even more of her tan legs, which in turn allowed her to show off her chest even more to him. She smiled again at him, this time giving him a very noticeable wink.

Professor Triggs cleared his throat once again, sure now of the fact that she had noticed what he was doing while he had zoned out in front of the class. Oh well, it’s not like there is much I can do about it now, he thought. Triggs however was intrigued by her response and actions . Another time he thought, time to get back to work.

Two hours and fifteen minutes later, Triggs finished up his lesson for the day. Dismissing the class, he sat down at his desk and began to prepare his notes for his evening class before he was to leave to have lunch with Vernon.

“Professor, do you have a moment,” a voice called from in front of his desk.

Joseph looked up from his work, and was surprised to see Madison standing over him. Putting his pen down on top of the stack of papers he was currently reviewing, he looked at her in the eyes.

“What can I do for you today Ms. Sabane? Couldn’t get enough of my droning on and in during the lecture that you came back for more,’ he asked jokingly with a smile.

“Oh you know it professor,” she replied rather seductively “I just can’t get enough of that charming voice.” With a smile on her face she gently placed her hands on the edge of his desk, shifting her weight on to the front of her heels, leaning slightly over the desk. “I have a question about my grade. I don’t think I’m really getting to understand the work that is involved with this class…and I want to see what you recommended for me sir.” As she spoke, Madison began to lean over a bit more, pushing her chest forward.

Joseph cleared his throat for a moment. “Wel…well Ms Sabane…” he started stuttering slightly. “Excuse me a moment, I have something caught in my throat, he said as he reached for his glass of water.”

“I think you’ve mistaken yourself with the wrong person,” Madison said underneath her breath.

“Did you say something Ms. Sabane?”

“Oh no sir, I didn’t say anything,” came her reply quickly.

“Well as I was saying, you seem like a very smart young woman, but your attention span just seems to be lacking during class. And it not just your class work, your homework is also lacking in substance and clarity. Frankly, barring a miracle, I don’t see you passing the mid term next week.

Standing there, her resting arms began to quiver slightly and Madison began to shake. Tears were forming in the corner of her eyes. “Sir…please I can’t fail this course, I’ll lose my scholarship and will have to go back to home and just prove to my father that I am nothing but the failure he always says I am. There has to be something I can do to pass this class. I NEED it Professor Triggs. I truly, truly need it!” With that tiny outburst Madison dropped to the floor, resting her legs underneath her and began to cry into her hands.

Joseph quickly jumped up from his chair and ran around his desk and stooped down to his knees and put his hand on her shoulder. “Ms. Sabane,” he started, only to be interrupted by her loud sobs. “Ms. Sabane…Ms. Sabane….Madison, please calm down for a moment. I’m sure we can work something out with this. Please calm down for a moment so we can talk this over. We can’t get anywhere with you sitting her crying, I mean…”

At that moment, Madison sat up quickly and pushed Triggs against the back of his desk in one quick motion. Taken by surprise, he started to speak in protest and anger before he was interrupted by her voice talking.

“Shut up Professor, don’t say a single word,” she demanded to him as her hand reached down to the crouch of his slacks. With a single motion, she pulled open his belt and ripped down the zipper of his fly. From there, her prize was at hand. In one swift motion, she pulled from the edge of his boxers, his rapidly hardening penis. Looking up into his surprised and shocked face, she moved her head down to the tip of its head and engulfed her mouth around it. She quickly moved her mouth all the way down his seven and one half in shaft until her nose hit his stomach and moved it back up again. Taking her mouth off his now throbbing member, she moved her right hand down to it and wrapped her fingers around him tightly and began to vigorously stroke his shaft up and down. “Mmm Professor, you are a bit larger than I expected from you, not that it will be any problem for me. And you shave…my kind of man.”

With that comment, her mouth went back down on him. As her right hand stroked his hard penis, her mouth worked up and down in unison with her hand, while her tongue circled around the tip. Bobbing her head up and down she began to suck harder and faster, tightening her lips around his now pulsating shaft. Joseph let out a stifled groan, “Madison…you can’t…do this…we can get…caaauuuggghhhttttttuuhhhhhhh”

Taking her mouth off his penis, she smiled up at the man, licking her ruby red lips. “Don’t worry professor, I locked the door to your classroom before coming to speak to you. No one will be here for hours.” With that statement made, she moved her mouth back down on to him, forming her lips into a tight circle and pushed her mouth all the way down, back to the base of his shaft. Her tongue began to rapidly circle around underneath the edge of the rim of the tip of his penis. With her now free right hand, she began to lightly caress his sac, gently tugging and running her fingertips over it.

Joseph began to breathe heavily. He was in an utter state of ecstasy at this point. Never in his 15 years of teaching had he ever been approached by a student for any sexual favors, let alone have one literally jump his bones and go to town on him. What Madison was doing to him was indescribable. No woman he had ever dated could compare to the feeling that she was now giving to him. ‘What have I been missing all these years,” he asked himself, as Madison continued to suck his hard penis like there was no tomorrow. By this point, Joseph began to feel the building sensation of his impending orgasm. He started to moan a bit louder and breath harder and heavier. Madison immediately picked up on that and abruptly stopped her oral movements and lifted her head off of his penis.

“Wha…wha..why did you sta sta stop Madison.” he managed to stutter out, his entire body practically shaking in pleasure.

“Simple Professor, I don’t want you to cum just yet. I want you to stay as hard as possible for me as long as possible and I know if you cum, it will be a lot more work on my end to get you back up to size, and we both know how much I like work sir,” she replied smartly, giggling loudly. “And besides, I am horny as hell sir and I need some attention too.”

Sitting up straight, Madison began to take off her sweater. After pulling the bottom edge of the trim past her chest, Joseph got his very first look at the pure voluptuousness that were her breasts. Pulling her sweater over her head, she tossed it to the side, and proudly displayed to her professor her braless breasts.

“Take a good look at ‘em sir, they’re all natural. A 34DD chest is what I was blessed with and boy do I love them.” Taking the finger tip of her right pointer finger she gently traced down the edge of her milky white breasts, obviously a completely different contrast to her lightly tanned body. After completely circling the edge of her right breasts, she moved her finger up the edge of her areola of her nipple where she began to trace her finger around it in a circular motion heading inwards towards her nipple. Once at her nipple, she gently and softly ran her finger over her nipple. “Mmmm professor look at me, my nipple is so fucking hard right now. It needs attention!”

Out of nowhere she stuck her tongue out of her mouth and pushed her head forwards towards her breast and with her right hand, pushed the bottom of her breast towards her mouth. Her tongue immediately found her nipple, where she began to gently lick on it around the edge, much like it was the tip of a penis, before she finally pushed her lips over and wrapped them around the nipple, sucking on it gently for a moment.

As she began to furiously suck harder on her nipple, with her free hand she began to run her fingers down her stomach slowly and sensually, moaning softly through her lips in pleasure. When her fingers reached the waistband of her skirt, she quickly slid them underneath the edge. Madison stopped sucking on her nipple for a moment so she could position herself more comfortably. In one quick movement, she tore her skirt down her soft tan thighs and tossed them over to Joseph, revealing a very shocking surprise. She wore no underwear.

“You like it Professor? I find panties to be such a drag when wearing a skirt…limits my access to all the important areas of my body,” she said with a wink. “Wouldn’t you agree sir? Seeing the look of surprise on his face, Madison let out a giggle. “I think you do…well let’s see if you like what’s in store next for you.”

Playing on his shocked look, Madison took her left hand again and slid it down her flat stomach until it rested right above below her naval. Winking again at Joseph, she moved her fingers down a bit further, gently rubbing the smooth, freshly shaven skin “Yes sir, I shave as well. I find it to be rather…exotic on a woman, don’t you?” Smiling, she moved her middle and pointer fingers down a bit further, reaching her desired target, the top of the soft folds of her lips. Letting out a small moan, she took her pointer and ring finger and started to spread the two opposite lips apart, giving her room to gently slide her middle finger down the center between the two. Moaning louder, she continued to move them down, steadily approaching the glistening wet entrance which led deep inside of her. Letting all self restraint go, she closed her eyes and took her middle finger and slid it inside of herself. A deep moan escaped from her closed mouth. “Mmmmm,” was all that could escape from her.

Joseph just sat there in complete awe, watching this ravishing young woman sitting in front of him pleasuring herself beyond comparison. Watching her finger sliding inside and outside of her inviting vagina was a sight that will stay in his mind for years to come.

“Ohh Professor, look at me…I’m dripping wet,” moaned Madison. Stopping herself for a moment, she slid her finger out of her soaking wet vagina and brought it up to her mouth and slid it inside slowly, as if she was once again sucking on Triggs stiff, hard penis…a stiff hard penis that would be completely drenched in her own juices. Sliding it in her mouth, her lips tightened around her finger like a vice. “Mmm, I’m all yummy sir, I taste soooo good.” Taking the finger out of her mouth, she brought it back down to her warm, wet vagina. With her right hand, she began to spread apart the already damp lips again. The finger that was just previously in her mouth began its journey up the gap between the lips, searching for one particular target. A gasp escaped from her lips. Her finger found exactly what she was in search for, her now throbbing clit. Her finger began to rub gently across her small nub, gently working it hard to full arousal. Sighing, her eyes closed once again and moans came from her lips once more.

Joseph Triggs was besides himself. Words could not begin to even form in his mind. Here was this, this woman sitting there pleasuring herself without a care in the world and all he could do was just sit there and watch idly. Moans were escaping from her mouth over and over again. His hand reached down to his raging hard penis, his fingers beginning to wrap around it, moving up and down slowly, his eyes never straying from the sight in front of him. As her moans began to intensify in volume, he began to pump his hand harder and faster. Moans began to slip from his own mouth. Sitting there, the two of them were almost in a trance like state, mutually pleasuring their own selves to the point of ecstasy.

Abruptly Madison stopped the manipulation of her finger on her clit. This sudden stopping surprised Joseph, causing himself to stop stroking his own member and ask, “What did you stop for?”

“Professor, are you just going to SIT there and just WATCH me masturbate myself? And here I thought you were a man, not like all the boys and drunken frat guys that go here. If I wanted someone to just sit there and watch me get myself off, I would have stayed at home and got on my webcam. I guess I was wrong about you, you’re no better than all the other guys that walk through this campus. Little boys, not men. What I was hoping for was a man who could actually dominate me, not let me do all the work. Aren’t you a man professor?”

“Well…uh yes, I..ahem… a man. What is it you want me to do?”

“I think we both know what you want to do to me professor. At least I would up you know,” Madison said with a wink.

Taking no chances with losing this golden opportunity, Joseph began to undo his tie. The knot began to frustrate him so he then just ripped it off with one quick pull. Fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, he ripped each button out of its place, giving no regard to the fact he was destroying one of his most favorite shirts he owned. With all the buttons undone, he tossed it aimlessly to the floor and slid his already undid slacks down his thighs, taking his boxers with them. Kicking his pants to the side he sat there, completely naked and staring at Madison, with passion burning in his eyes.

“Mmmm professor, now that is the look that I expected from such a well endowed man,” Madison said as she laid down on her back. “Please do whatever you want to me, my body is your playground.”

On that cue, his head dove straight towards her thighs, spreading her legs apart with each hand. Within moments his mouth was on her warm mound. His tongue began to lick up and down the slit that divided the lips of her dripping wet vagina. His right middle finger found its way up to the entrance of her vagina and it began to slide its way in and out of her sopping wet hole. As he began to finger her furiously, his tongue began to work harder on her slit, trying to find its way to her clit. A loud moan coming from her mouth signaled to him that he had found it.

“Uhh…uhhhh…ohhhhh professor….yessssss please right there…don’t stop…please don’t stop. Lick right there,” moaned Madison.

Following on her cues, Joseph began to do the one thing he always could do to turn a woman on when he went down on someone, he spelled out his full name with his tongue in cursive. Half way through tracing the letter “P” with the tip of his tongue on her clit he felt her begin to shudder underneath his mouth. His finger began to work in intensity, gliding in and out of her damp vagina, her juices flowing over his knuckles and onto the back of his hand. He began to flick his tongue against her clit in unison with his finger. Whenever he slid it into her, he would flick his tongue against her clit hard. After only a few moments of this intense pressure, he could feel the impending arrival of her orgasm as her hips began to buck uncontrollably from underneath him. Within moments he could taste the outcome of her orgasm, as her legs wrapped around the back of his head and neck, and her hands pushing his head down onto her mound. Juices began to flush out of her vagina, all over Joseph’s hand as well as his face. Once her orgasm subsided, he gently pulled his finger out of her and stopped licking her clit with his tongue. Looking up to her, his face covered in her juices and cum, he licked his lips and smiled.

Panting hard, Madison looked down at Professor Triggs. This man had just given her one of the most intense orgasms of her life and he was smiling like a school boy. ‘Dear God, that was AMAZING,’ she thought to herself. No man nor herself had ever pleased her like that in her 19 short years alive. Breathing hard, she decided she wanted more. His tongue was one thing, but his raging hard member, that she wanted to feel inside of her. Feel it pounding in and out of her slick, warm vagina as she screamed out his name in pleasure. She gave him a mischievous smile as the thought of him ramming into her raced through her mind.

Joseph took notice of her smiling at him and realized what she wanted. Sitting up on his knees, he positioned himself over her body, aligning the tip of his hard penis at the entrance of her wet vagina. Looking down into her eyes, he saw the look of lust radiating from her. She wanted this as badly as he did. With one quick thrust, his penis slid right into her wanting sex.

“Oh yesssss Professor,” moaned Madison. “Mmm professor, yes fuck me professor. Uhhhhh yes, I love the feeling of your hard cock inside me professor. Mmmmm yes that’s it, slide it in me, take me with full force. I want to feel you ram me over and over again sir. I want to feel you spray your cum inside me. I want to feel the jet stream of your warm sticky cum pulsate out of head of your thick cock and spray the inside of my wet pussy professor. Mmm you like that don’t you? You like to hear me talk dirty to you like this. It turns you on doesn’t it? You like hearing me talk to you like I was a cum crazy slut. Well guess what professor, I am a cum crazy slut and tonight I feast on yours.”

Between her words and the feeling of pure pleasure that he was getting from sliding his penis in and out of her warm vagina, Joseph could feel the impending rise of his orgasm coming. Sliding in and out of her faster, he could hear the slick motion of himself and her juices contracting with one another. Another minute and it would be all over.

Feeling his orgasm approaching, Madison began to use a little trick she was taught by her best friend in high school , Lisa. She began to contract and squeeze the muscles inside of her vagina, causing it to tighten and un-tighten on his member.

The result of this was too much for Professor Triggs to handle. As his orgasm began to climax inside of him, he quickly pulled out of her warm inviting vagina and positioned himself over her body as he began to vehemently pump his penis to orgasm. Within seconds, he began to shoot out loads of sticky white cum all over Madison’s beautiful milky white breasts. As he pumped all of his load out of him, globs went all over her chest and stomach, with a few spots hitting her chin and cheek. He collapsed down beside her after he was finished.

Wiping the excess cum off her face, Madison turned towards Professor Triggs and smiled. “How was that professor for you?”

“Wonderful,” he replied, “However where did that come from, if I may ask.”

“What do you mean where did it come from? It was all in the note you wrote. I did exactly what you said you wanted to do to me. I followed it to a “T” sir.”

“Note,” he questioned.”

“Yes the note,” replied Madison. She reached over to her bag and withdrew a folded piece of paper and handed it to the Professor. “This one, the one you wrote and taped underneath my desk before last class.”

Joseph took the note from her hand and read it, amazed at what he saw. Everything from the crying to the masturbating for him was in this note. Finished reading it, he turned to her and spoke, “Madison, I didn’t write this note.”

Startled she replied, “Wait what? Of course you did, it was left underneath my desk where you knew I would find it. See it’s even signed professor!”

“Madison, it wasn’t me. There are many other professors who use this room besides me over the course of a week. I believe this note was misplaced by one of them and was found by the wrong student. I’m sorry but it wasn’t me who wrote this.”

Sitting up Madison just turned to the Professor with a blank look on her face, confused on what to say or do next.

“However Madison, I am glad that you found it, because that my dear, was an amazing time,” Joseph said with a smile.

by lady_dakaar©

Samantha smiled as she pulled into the school parking lot. She was the only one there; the only one, that is, besides her band director. She took her curly brown hair out of its ponytail and put a little lip gloss on her pouty mouth then took a look in her rear view mirror. Her blue eyes sparkled and she had a slight blush on her cheeks. Biting her lower lip, she opened the car door and set one long, tanned leg on the ground before the other. She opened the door to the school and called out his name. Mr. Scott poked his head around the corner of his office and smiled slightly.

“Samantha, I’m glad you’re here; you need to get these order forms out to the freshmen tomorrow. I won’t be here.” His green eyes momentarily at her breasts which were concealed under the perfect tee she had on. “Um, so make sure they get these, okay?”

She smiled and took the papers from him and made sure her hand touched his. His black hair was wavy, and she could see a spot that was going to be bald in about ten years when he looked down at the ground. When he turned his face toward her again, she could see something in his eyes she’d seen before. She took advantage of that and licked her lips. She heard his breath catch and looked at his chest rise and fall quickly; it was very muscular under there and she couldn’t wait to see it again. He had a pitiful look on his face, like one of that from a boy who was being teased. She smiled and took her hand away and turned to leave.

“Is that all you wanted when you called me, Mr. Scott?” She leaned against the doorway to his office and perched her hand purposely on her neck.

He stood up next to her, his voice hushed. “Is there anyone else here?”

She smiled and shook her head then shut the door, her hand moved down to her breasts. He walked over to his office window and pulled the blinds down just in case a janitor was to come in and clean. Samantha’s breath caught in her throat as he came over and pushed her against the door, his body flat against hers. She looked into his eyes as she hooked a finger in the belt loop of his shorts and pulled him closer while she rubbed her hip against his hardening cock. She let him kiss her, and teased his tongue with hers before she grabbed his head and kissed him harder. She heard him moan and pushed him away. She just gave him a devilish smile and made him sit in his chair, her foot on the armrest.

“God…” was all he got out before she was on top of him.

Samantha pulled off her shirt to reveal a lacey pink bra that barely covered her nipples; she fondled herself before she kissed him again. She stood up and dropped her too short shorts and was standing there, lacey pink boy panties to match. She looked over his shoulder and found his conducting baton, grabbed it and slid the handle up under her panties. She began to rub her clit with the smooth wood, and Mr. Scott never took his eyes off of her. A small groan escaped her lips and before her orgasm, she removed the baton and put it in her mouth, her pink lips wrapped around it. She looked at him as he put his hands on her hips and tried to make her sit down.

“I have a better idea, Mr. Scott.” She saw him take a deep breath when she called him that. He’d been her teacher for the past four years, and she had started fucking him four months ago. Although it was legal - she was 18 - it wasn’t the best thing for a teacher to be screwing any students.

She got down on her knees between his legs and unzipped his pants; his rock hard penis sprang out of his boxer shorts. She licked her lips and put one hand on the super soft skin. She saw him lean back as she slid her pink mouth over the head, down the shaft and she took the whole dick in her mouth then licked his balls at the same time. She repositioned herself so that one of his legs was in between hers then she rubbed herself on him while she sucked his cock. One hand played with his balls and the other was behind her, deep in her pussy. God it made her so fucking wet to suck him off, but she desperately needed that 9 inch cock inside her. She stood up and took off her bra and panties and was prepared to ride him, but he had a different idea. He turned her around and had her lean backwards on his desk, one foot on the armrest of his chair. She watched him look at her smooth pussy, with a small triangle of hair above her clit then he put his mouth to her, his tongue gently flicked her sensitive bud.

“Oh, fuck.” Samantha said quietly and pushed her cunt into his face.

He sucked at her clit and the slipped a finger into her tight, slick hole and made sure he hit the spot. She began to tremble as she felt an orgasm come, but he backed off. This is what she loved about sex with him; he knew how to tease her, how to make it last. She felt his finger slide out of her pussy and over to her puckered little asshole and she relaxed for him; that was one of the best things he could do to get her off. With one breast being massaged, his tongue on her clit and the other hand in her asshole it was almost too much to take. Then he stuck his thumb into her cunt and pumped her holes furiously. She felt his tongue press harder and she gripped the edge of the desk until it almost cut her circulation off.

“Oh, oh…. God, yes, fuck me, Mr. Scott…. Fuck meeeee,” she screamed as her body shook with her first orgasm. Oh he was mean; she felt him release everything in the middle of her wave. “No!”

She looked down at him and frowned; she wasn’t done yet. She quickly smiled again and looked down at his cock which stood straight up; it begged for her attention. She was glad the armrests were attached to the back of his chair so she could fuck him while she looked in his eyes. Slowly she lowered herself onto him and his dick stretched her pussy more and more. She sank down until she felt his balls on her ass and gradually rose up again. She pinched her nipple; she knew he liked to watch her play with herself. She slowly came down again, this time she stayed there and squeezed her pussy around his thick cock. She felt his hands grab her ass cheeks. She couldn’t take it any longer and put her hands behind her on his desk and braced herself with her feet on the floor. She rode his dick and swayed her pussy back and forth so that his hard stick would hit her clit when she slammed down on him. Within minutes she was panting and biting her lower lip as she felt her orgasm build again. She felt a hand at her mouth and sucked on his fingers hungrily, then gasped as one was quickly shoved up her ass, then another. He finger fucked her behind as she rode his dick; she let out a major scream and came with such a force that his fingers were pushed out of her ass. She leaned against him, out of breath.

He let her rest for a moment before he had his way with her. He kissed her gently and tangled his other hand in her curly brown hair before he grabbed it and pulled her off of him. They stood in front of each other and he turned her around; she was bent over his desk. He teased her pussy with the severely swollen head before he quickly plunged into her. Samantha’s hands pushed against the wall for support and resistance, but his fucking her didn’t last long. He pulled out and let her stand there and wonder what he would do next. She looked over her shoulder and bit her lip; he smiled and held his cock against her asshole before gently sliding the head in. At a snail’s speed, he finally got his dick inside her ass and his balls tickled her pussy. She pushed back against him using the wall as leverage. He began to pound her ass and stopped suddenly; the outside door had opened. He pulled out and quickly went to lock his office door and when he turned around, she was perched on his desk. She rubbed her clit with one hand while the other held his baton which sank deeper and deeper into her wet pussy.

“Oh, God that’s beautiful.” He whispered and walked over to her. They heard the footsteps near the window now.

Samantha motioned for him to come closer. “Fuck me, Mr. Scott,” she said just above a whisper.

“Shh!”

She smiled and bit her lower lip again. “Mr. Scott!” She said a little louder.

She used a foot to push him into her, his dick slid into her dripping slit. They could hear the footsteps getting closer, and they stopped right at the window. A dark silhouette appeared and Samantha let out a low moan. Mr. Scott quickly put a hand to her mouth, and she licked his fingers making him groan. The shadow disappeared briefly but came back at his door. He fucked her pussy while he held her hips, pulling her into him. She rubbed her clit as he watched, getting close to his own orgasm. She squealed and pushed her cunt into him and heard their guest put a hand on the doorknob.

“Oh… my… god!” She whispered and rubbed her clit harder. “I’m… gonna… cum!”

He grunted as he plowed her pussy and someone knocked on the door. Samantha closed her eyes and shook her head back and forth. When they didn’t answer the knock, they heard the person leave and the door shut behind them. He grabbed her breast and slammed his dick into her one last time and she felt his hot spunk fill her pussy.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” she groaned. “Mr. Scott, I love it when you fuck me.”

by lady_dakaar©

Okay, so I didn’t really lose my virginity until Spring Break of my senior year. I was eighteen and had gotten tired of all my friends talking about it; so I just “got it over with”. Not a big deal. After that, I was pretty celibate as it was a bad experience. I didn’t tell the guy I was a virgin, he just assumed I was really tight… anyway. Things got better when I graduated and got a job at one of the banks on town to save up money for college that fall.

I started out working as a teller, and one of the requirements was that you had to dress nicely. Well, nice to a high school graduate consisted of nice form fitting shirt and skirt (if not one that was a little too short). I had been gotten on a couple of times, but I had also caught the eye of an older loan officer upstairs. The first time I’d met him was when the loan staff had been having a meeting upstairs and the head teller took me around to introduce me to everyone. He just kept staring; I knew he’d be a problem.

Sure enough one day he asked me out to lunch. Not a big deal, just lunch with a coworker right? We went to a pizzeria and short of things to talk about I just sat there and played with my straw. Occasionally Steve would look over to me, his green eyes trying to sum me up. This was a bit awkward as he was thirty one and I was not quite nineteen yet. I turned my blue eyes toward my soda again and heard him laugh.

“You’re so cute…”

After a couple of weeks of flirting around, he made his move. Instead of going to lunch one day he took me to his apartment and straight to his bed. Believe it or not, I wasn’t as nervous as one might think and was completely ready for things to progress. I don’t know, I suppose I just have a thing, or maybe it’s a complex, for older guys. But I was ready to fuck him.

Ever wonder how it always ends up the girl is completely naked while the man still has clothes on? I think it comes from the older men knowing just how to do things, taking it slowly, letting the girl be the focus. I found myself lying on my back with Steve beside me and my 36C breasts in his face. This is one thing I’ve always been proud of; a size six waist and huge breasts. Apparently that’s what he noticed, too. So there I was, lying completely naked next to a man who was twelve years older than me that I’d known for a few weeks. I was so ready for this.

He gently drew a circle around my nipple, making it stand on end then did the same for the other. It was obvious that I was going to be teased, and I was not used to this. I smiled as he hovered over me, then I went to help him unbutton his shirt to reveal a very muscular chest. I knew his arms were string; I’d laid my hands on them when flirting. Now that I saw them though, they sent a charge through me that I felt right in the core of my being and my pussy. I got wet at just the thought of those hands all over me and bit my lip in anticipation. Slowly, he leaned down to kiss my lips, but just barely brushed them before paying attention to my rock hard nipples. I grunted something, I think, and just pushed my body closer. This only made him leave the nipple.

By this time, I could feel some wetness seep through my pussy lips onto my legs which were still pressed together. I was going nowhere and it was apparent that Steve was in full control. When he leaned down to kiss me this time, it was hard and long. He pressed his body into mine and I could feel his hard cock through his pants on my leg. I think I was in heaven as he ran a hand lightly down my front to tickle the area of hair just above my pussy then back up to my face which he stroked gently. Before I knew it, he had shoved one of his knees between mine to get the open and he slid his hand in between them.

Now, I don’t think I need to remind you that I was fairly novice at this stuff, but I quickly knew what he was going to do. He kissed me one more time before he took his mouth lower, to my breasts. I wanted to tangle my hands in his black hair, but we both had to go back to work so I left it undisturbed and used it to grab the comforter as he massaged my nipples. He looked back up to me and one hand made its way to the hair just above my pussy; he was watching my expression but my eyes were already closed and my breath labored. Slowly his hand slid over to my thigh then back to the hair before going over to the opposite thigh. I could smell myself getting worked up and he’d not done anything yet. Slowly but surely his deft hand reached my clit which immediately hardened. He followed the trail down to my leaking slit and even went further to my asshole then back up to my clit. I moaned audibly this time and felt his mouth on my stomach as he moved himself between my legs.

He made little kisses all the way down to my clit then lightly flicked it with his tongue before paying attention to my aching pussy. He seemed to just sit there and enjoy my smell before I felt his tongue run the length of my wet slit, tasting my juices. I hiked a leg over his shoulder to push him down onto me. He must have felt sorry for me because he immediately thrust his tongue inside my cunt as far as it would go. I know I screamed then. He forgot about teasing me as he licked and fucked my pussy with his tongue like he’d not done it in a while. It was the best thing anyone’s ever done and I thought that it couldn’t get better until he stuck his finger inside me. I jumped in surprise but his tongue was unyielding on my clit. Before I realized it, he has two fingers inside me and nibbled on my pulsating nub.

Slowly, he removed his hand and I felt a little pressure at the entrance of my ass. Of course I tensed up, but he was persistent and his finger was quite lubed, so there was little difficulty. I almost exploded on the spot but he backed off of my clit to pay attention to my nether regions.

“Turn over,” he commanded softly.

I did as asked with my ass in the air and Steve underneath me. He still had a finger in my ass as he began to lick my twat again with a finger from his other hand in my now soaked pussy. Automatically, my hand reached for my breast and I began to twist my nipple. Two fingers in my pussy, he was making a ‘come hither’ motion hitting a spot that I’d only heard about. I’m glad that my face was smothered by a pillow or the neighbors would have heard me. I am sure I fucked his hands more than he was fucking me, but I couldn’t help it. I had finally experienced an orgasm that was not self induced.

“Stay there,” he said as he removed himself from under me.

I felt him get off the bed then heard the unbuckling of his belt and his pants hit the floor. He perched himself behind me on his knees and I felt the head of his cock against my throbbing pussy. With little effort it slid in and, as I’d never seen it before, I was very happy. I could tell it was big; a lot bigger than the boy who’d popped my cherry.

With slow motions he proceeded to stretch my pussy and bring me to another orgasm. I looked up and gripped the headboard for support but Steve reached underneath me, grabbed my breast and pulled me up to him. There I was, perched atop his dick with my head laid back on his shoulder. He touched my breasts, my stomach then my clit and slowly rocked us back and forth. Sighing, reached both arms behind me and around his neck which gave his hands free reign. He was an expert in the art of lovemaking. After a while of this, I needed something that was a little rougher.

I got off of him and laid on the bed, basically begging him to take me. He put my legs on his shoulders and was done with being gentle. With each thrust, he hit further and further inside my pussy and I was at last about to see the size of his cock. No wonder I felt like I was being ripped open; I doubted I could get my hand all the way around it. Just watching his rod pound me, my pussy juices glistening in the afternoon sun, all I had to do was reach down and stroke my clit to have one more orgasm. And that’s all it took for him as well. Grunting, he slammed into me once more and I could feel his cock seizing inside me. He laid down next to me and we kissed gently.

“It’s a shame we have to go back to work.” I said.

It didn’t take long for us to clean up and head back; we made sure it looked like we’d only eaten. Before we walked back into the bank he kissed me again with a promise for more in the near future.

by licksit©

Thirty-Five year old Albert Downey was excited. His divorce from a nagging, bitchy wife was finally underway. He had accepted a new job at a prestigious private university miles away from his old job. And the move had given him a pay raise and promotion.

Life could not be better. There was only one fly in the ointment, his office. He was not at all thrilled with his office assignment in the basement of a classroom building.

He looked around the hallway as he unlocked the door to his office. Nothing but storage closets. His students would need a roadmap, he mused, in order to find him. What the hell, he thought. The elevator is close and it takes me right to the floor where my classrooms are located.

Also. Out of sight, out of mind. I’m far away from the other faculty, the departmental office and prying eyes. I’m out of the gossip loop and this will give me freedom and time to work on my new book. Little did he know that this office assignment would be a blessing in disguise.

Albert was a hard working and ambitious man. He had proven himself to be an excellent teacher and productive scholar at his previous position; a state university which emphasized teaching rather than scholarship.

The fact that he had produced a biography of Robert Lowery that had attracted national attention and several articles and conference papers in five years attracted the attention of his new chair.

The interview had gone smoothly and he had accepted the job, partly to create distance from his estranged wife, who had agreed to a divorce with great reluctance.

The office was small, with a large desk dominating one wall and a sort of working ledge against another wall. A typing desk with a computer and printer took up the other wall and the door completed the room.

Not much room, he thought as he looked around. Just then there was a knock on the open door. He looked up to see a young woman standing there, a smile on her face.

The young woman put out her hand. “Hi professor. I’m Jane Benton, your undergrad assistant.”

Albert took her hand as he ran his eyes over her. Not bad, he thought. She’s cute, nice reddish brown hair, pretty wide-set blue eyes, some freckles, and, from what I can see, not a bad body.

Jane was dressed in a long shift-like dress slit up one side. It fit her loosely but closely enough so that Albert saw she had curves in all the right places.

Jane was also taking stock of Albert. Ummmm. He’s young to be an associate prof; must be good and smart. He’s kinda cute. Looks like he works out. She felt her nipples coming erect as Albert’s eyes ran over her body.

Albert shook his head. Stop staring, you idiot, he told himself. “I’m pleased to meet you, Jane. It is difficult to believe that classes start in a week. There is a lot to do.”

Jane smiled at him brightly. “That’s why I’m here professor; to do what you want me to.” She ran her tongue over her bright red lips as she finished.

Albert looked at her closely. Was there a double meaning there? He shook his head. Get your head out of her crotch, you fool. She’s a student here at this university. You do not need to let your imagination run wild.

Before the week was out it was “Albert” and “Jane.” Jane proved to be an invaluable assistant. She had worked as a student assistant for another professor the year before and knew the ropes.

The only problem was the smallness of the office. The two of them were forever bumping into each other as they worked. The files were next to Albert’s desk and Jane’s body seemed to be in contact with his every time she pulled out a drawer to the three drawer cabinet.

Albert found himself pressing up against her when he leaned over her shoulder to look at whatever it was she was preparing for him; a seating chart, a draft of the first chapter of his new book, a preliminary draft of a paper he was writing.

There began to develop a certain amount of sexual tension. It became clear that Jane did not like to wear undergarments. And the sheath-like dresses she wore seemed to cling to her body when she was close to him, outlining her nubile breasts and mound of Venus.

Albert found himself with a more or less perpetual hardon when Jane was in the office. Things came to a head late one Thursday afternoon. Albert swung around in his desk chair just as Jane was walking past him to the file cabinets.

Accidentally or deliberately, she began to fall and Albert reached for her automatically. She landed in his lap. Her voice tinkled with laughter as she smiled up at him; one arm around his neck.

“Well, professor. You have me now. Do you plan to ravish me right here or carry me to your cave?”

As she finished speaking, she pressed her full, moist, lips to his. Her mouth opened and she ran her tongue over his lips.

Albert, horny as hell after months of celibacy, joined in the kiss fervently. He used the hand not resting on her waist to fondle her breasts through the cloth of her dress.

Jane sighed, pressing her breast against Albert’s hand. What took him so long? She wondered. He is a good kisser and he sure likes to play with tits. Ummmm. I’m getting turned on. Time to turn up the heat.

Jane pulled her lips from his and rose from his lap. Albert was about to apologize when Jane pushed the lock on the door.

“I think we need privacy while you ravish me, Albert. I don’t want to be interrupted.”

Albert’s mouth fell open when Jane unbelted and unzipped his pants and pushed them aside. She reached into his shorts and pulled out his rigid cock.

“Nice.” Jane said as she eyed his member. “I like it.”

Albert was proud of his eight inches of manhood and delighted at the way Jane responded upon seeing it.

Jane reached down to the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. Straddling Albert, she rubbed the head of his cock back and forth across her outer labia, already dripping her juices.

Albert, after the first shock of what was happening had passed, put his mouth to one of her tits, massaging the other with one hand while his other hand caressed her back.

Jane closed her eyes as she lowered herself slowly; enveloping his cock with her hot, moist, slippery pussy. “That hand on my back could be put to better use Albert, like rubbing my clit.” She told him as she moved up and down on his throbbing rod.

Albert moved his hand quickly and was soon rubbing her clit with his thumb as he licked and sucked at her tits. His cock was jerking and throbbing inside the grasping maw of Jane’s tight pussy. He was breathing hard and knew he would cum soon.

Jane’s breath was coming fast and hard also. “Hang on, Albert. I’m almost there,” she panted as she lifted her pussy, sucking, massaging, squeezing his raging cock.

When she lowered herself the next time she pressed hard against his body, her pussy vibrating, trembling, grasping at his jerking cock. “Ohhhhh. That’s It, Albert. Fill me up. I’m cumming. Now. Aghhhhhhhh.”

Albert’s control disappeared and his cock erupted, spilling his load into her quaking pussy. He had not had such a satisfying fuck for years. His entire body was shaking as his cock kept unloading into her.

Jane lowered her head and kissed his neck and his cheek, murmering to him softly. “That was wonderful. I loved having you shoot inside me.”

Albert’s cock began to shrink. Jane’s eyes popped open. “No you don’t.” She said. “We’re not through yet Albert.”

Jane kissed Albert as she used her tight pussy to manipulate his cock, alternately squeezing and releasing it, she soon has him erect again. “Ah. That feels so good.” She said as she lifted and lowered herself slowly, caressing, massaging, loving his once-again erect pole.

Albert was thrilled. He had not cum twice in one session since his honeymoon. He licked his lips, and then fastened his mouth to Jane’s tits, loving the feel of these youthful breasts in his mouth.

Jane closed her eyes as she fucked Albert, loving his ready acquiescence to her being in control. She loved sex and especially when she was running the show.

“Ummmm. That feels so good.” She whispered in his ear. “I love having your mouth on me. I want this one to last. Your cock feels so good inside of me; so hard, so full of life.”

Albert’s mind was blown away by the events that were unfolding. He had never been seduced before and it was a nice feeling to just let Jane take charge. Her hot, wet, soft, tight pussy around his cock was the most wonderful thing he had felt for years. His body began to shudder as another climax began to build.

Jane licked and kissed his ear, murmuring to him. “I’m almost there baby. Almost. Hold it a little longer. Mommy wants a little more of your cock before you shoot off.”

Albert used all his self control to keep from unloading. He felt loved to be called baby, soothed by her tender motherly voice.

“Now, baby.” Jane told him, her voice cracking, hoarse with the sexual feelings that filled her body. Her pussy throbbed around his shaking cock as she pressed herself down against him.

She closed her eyes, loving the way his cock shook and then exploded, filling her with his hot load. Her pussy grasped and released his cock spasmodically as her own orgasm shook her body.

A low moan of animal pleasure escaped Jane’s mouth as she climaxed. Her body became rigid, and then shook, then slowly, very slowly, her body slowed its movement until she was still in Albert’s arms.

Albert held her to him tightly as they both shook through their second climax. When their bodies finished their sexual dance, Jane pulled some tissues from the box on Albert’s desk.

She shoved them against her crotch as she lifted herself off Albert’s now flaccid cock. “Don’t want to make a mess of your pants, sweetie.” She told him. She pulled her dress over her head and gave him a quick kiss as she unlocked the door and left the office. “Be right back lover.”

Albert wiped his cock and wrapped some tissues around it to keep from filling his shorts with aftercum. He was still shaking a little from the unexpectedness of what had happened.

He licked his lips, replaying every moment of the past thirty minutes. God. She is so damned sexual, he thought. I hope this was not a one shot event.

When Jane returned his fears were allayed. She sat on his lap and kissed him, a long, passionate, sexually-charged kiss. “That was wonderful.” She told him when she had pulled her lips from his.

Albert caressed her body with his hands, kissed her on the neck and cheek, telling her. “Wonderful does not begin to tell how I felt and feel.” He buried his face between her breasts. “I can’t get enough of you.”

Jane ran her hands over his head, massaging and scratching his scalp with her fingers and nails. “There’s more to me to love, baby. More for you to get into your mouth.”

Albert’s cock stirred at her words. Did she mean she was agreeable to pussy licking? He hoped so. One of the major bones of contention between him and his wife was her refusal to let him eat her out.

She called it disgusting and absolutely refused to let him tongue her pussy.

Albert licked his lips and lifted his head from her breasts , looking at he face, he told her. “I’m a great one to explore, Janie.”

Jane hugged him, planted a lingering kiss on his lips, and rolled her hips suggestively, rubbing her pussy against his crotch.

“Here’s to explorations.” She told him, handing him a key with a tag with her phone number and address attached on a tag. “Call me when you are in an exploring mood.”

There was no class for Albert on Friday, who was on a Tuesday/Thursday schedule, which allowed him to spend concentrated time on his book.

By Saturday Albert was horny and hungry for pussy. He called Jane and was excited to hear her voice.

Albert’s voice was trembling when he asked Jane if he could come by. “Of course. I’m so glad you called.” She told him. “Use your key. I’ll be in my bedroom. It’s to the right when you come in.”

With shaking fingers, Albert unlocked the door to Jane’s apartment. He turned to the right in the small one bedroom apartment and found himself in her bedroom almost immediately.

Jane was sitting at her vanity and stood up when he entered. A short robe and tiny bikini panties covered her body. The robe was translucent and Albert had a clear view of her full, firm breasts.

Jane held out her arms in welcome and pressed her lips and body against his. She ground her crotch against his hardon as she probed his mouth with her tongue.

Albert’s hands were all over her; caressing her tits, and her back, pulling at her ass t get her crotch closer to his.

Jane pulled her mouth from his and kissed his neck, resting her head on his shoulder she cooed to him. “Baby is eager and mommy has just the thing he wants.” She helped him undress and lay on her back on the bed, her thighs open.

Albert lay next to her, kissing her, letting his hands wander over her body, loving it with each touch of his fingers.

He pulled her robe off and lavished attention upon her up tilted breasts, sucking on them, licking the turgid nipples, now reddish brown and fully erect.

One hand toyed with the tit not in his mouth and the other dipped between her legs, rubbing her crotch.

Jane arched her back, lifting her hips, pressing her crotch against his probing finger.

Albert ran his finger under her panties, rubbing, loving her outer labia. Moving his finger upward, he opened her inner labia and then rubbed a finger over her erect clit slowly and gently.

Jane held his mouth to her breasts as she took in and released deep breaths. She loved he slow, gentle way Albert was making love to her. She pressed her pussy against his hand, opening her thighs wider.

Albert inserted a finger into her pussy as he rubbed her clit. It was exciting to feel her pussy grab at his finger, pull on it, release it as he finger fucked her.

“I’m going to make it soon, lover.” Jane told him. “Yessss. That’s it. Slower, solfter.” She licked her lips as she began to climax, her pussy grabbing and releasing his finger. “Do it! Aghhhhhh. Ohhhhh God. Hold it there.”

Albert stilled his fingers as she finished her orgasm. She kissed him fiercely, driving her tongue in and out of his mouth as she pressed her crotch against his hand.

Albert was almost as excited as Jane. He loved to make love, slowly, gently, with great attention to detail. He liked to please his sexual partner and his wife’s indifference to the subtlety of the sexual act repelled him.

Pushing her panties down her legs, Albert began a slow, meandering licking and tonguing of Jane’s body. He licked and sucked at her tummy, running his tongue around her navel, which brought squeals of delight from Jane. “It feels as if your tongue is in my pussy.” She told him.

Albert inserted a pillow under Jane’s ass and crawled between her thighs. He was now where he loved being. He loved to fuck and to get a blow job, but his real passion was reserved for pussy eating.

Jane looked down at Albert as he positioned himself between her thighs. She stifled a giggle as she watched him. Then she licked her lips, her body tingling, goosebumps rising on her tits. He is drooling! My God. He is actually drooling. Oh. This is going to be some experience. She closed her eyes in anticipation.

She did not have long to wait. Albert kissed and licked at the crease separating her pussy from her thighs and then the tender skin of her inner thighs. He loved the soft yet firm flesh of her nubile body.

Lifting his head, he looked lovingly at her pussy lips, so full of her red blood, bloated from the sexual tension that filled her body.

Gently he kissed her outer pussy lips, and then opened his mouth and pulled them inside. A rush of sexual pleasure filled his body as he felt the soft, rubbery, engorged lips in his mouth.

Jane’s body shuddered when she felt his mouth take her pussy lips inside. She squirmed on the bed as waves of pleasure filled her. Her fingers touched his scalp gently as she murmured. “That’s so nice, baby. So nice to feel you lick and suck on mommy.”

Albert was thrilled to hear Jane’s encouraging voice. Emboldened, he licked between her fat lips, pressing his tongue into her greedy channel. His face shoved as far as he could get it between her open thighs, he tongue fucked her pussy, his nose rubbing up and down her slit and clit.

Jane gasped as Albert’s tongue and nose sent thrill after thrill of sexual delight coursing over her body. A little cum came from her loins, and then she grabbed his head from behind and pulled his face to her crotch forcefully. Her thighs were clamped against his cheeks.

Her voice raspy, hoarse, full of sexuality, she groaned. “Yesss. Get your tongue into me. Fuck my pussy with your tongue. Rub your nose on my clit. I’m cumming. Aghhhhhhhh.” She humped Albert’s face, her hips rising and falling as she orgasmed.

Albert was thrilled. He cupped her asscheeks with his hands as he tongued her pussy. He was so excited by the way she was talking to him he almost shot off rubbing his cock against the sheets. It mattered not that he could hardly breathe. Her pussy in his mouth was all that mattered.

When her body stopped trembling Jane released his head from her grasp and loosened her thighs. “Whew, Albert. That was wonderful. Do you have an encore?”

Albert grinned up at her, his face covered with her cum. He lowered his head again and put his mouth to her cunt, sucking and licking her cum from her pussy.

Jane licked her lips as she watched him under hooded eyes. She was elated at the way he was cleaning her pussy, sending little tingles of sexual pleasure over her body as he tongued and sucked at her sex.

Albert now turned his attention to her clit. He licked up through her outer and inner labia until he found her erect nub. Softly, gently, he licked and sucked at her clit until she was moaning with sexual pleasure.

When he sensed she was about to climax, he put his mouth around her clit and sucked in and out of his mouth, rubbing it with his lips. As he did this he licked at the very tip with soft, gentle licks of his tongue.

Jane’s entire body began to write on the bed. Her head jerked back and forth and her hips lifted and fell rhythmically, fucking Albert’s mouth. Quiet moans of pure sexual pleasure came from her mouth as she climaxed.

She released his head from her thighs and grasping hands as her body slowed its sexual dance. She caressed Albert’s head, cooing to him how much she loved the way he was pleasuring her.

Albert returned to his task and soon Jane was again soaring through the clouds of sexual ecstasy. Albert stayed between her thighs most of the afternoon. From time to time Jane would mount him, giving him a fuck to die for.

When night fell they sent out for pizzas and when their stomachs were settled Albert returned to her pussy. Jane had to almost force him to leave. She was exhausted and excited. She had not dreamed in her wildest dreams that she would meet a man who could satisfy her as did Albert.

She hugged herself as she dropped off to sleep, knowing that this was but the beginning of many more sexual times with Albert.

Albert was in a daze when he drove to his apartment. He replayed the events of the afternoon and evening over and over again in his mind. He almost turned back but realized Jane meant it when she said she needed rest.

The two made mad passionate love every weekend. Jane insisted that Albert and she tend to their respective responsibilities during the week. They both put in long hours; Jane on her school work and Albert on his book and teaching.

At the end of the year Jane found herself at the top of her class scholastically and Albert had finished his book. A very satisfying year for both of them, individually and together as a couple.

by henry49©

Maria Vargas looked down disappointedly at the book in her lap, La Casa de los Diablos. A sigh escaped her lips as she looked at the clock in the Captain’s Lounge once again. The hands did not seem to want to move.

She hated flight delays, especially when she was headed home for her month-long Christmas break from Smith College. Once again she ran her eyes over her fellow passengers, appraising them for any sign that one — just one — would make suitable conversation material. Nothing. Nada. Zero. Zip. Damn. Am I consigned to hours of absolute boredom? she thought.

Clarence Montgomery opened the door to the Captain’s Lounge just as Maria directed her gaze in that direction. A smile automatically filled his face as he looked at this attractive young woman whose face was turned toward his.

Maria’s mouth curved into a welcoming smile. There was no way she could keep from responding to this lively looking, engaging man. At last, she thought, a white knight to the rescue. She eyed him thoughtfully as he approached.

Clarence, moving with the feline grace of an athlete, approached Maria and held out his hand. “I’m Clarence Montgomery.”

Maria took his hand automatically, a smile on her lips. “Maria Vargas,” she replied. Not bad, she thought, thirty something, not handsome, but OK, and I need someone to entertain me.

Clarence surveyed the room and shook his head in disgust. “Good grief. Look at these people. Those who don’t have their fingers on their laptop keyboards are glued to their phones.”

Maria nodded. “They do need to get a life. The next generation is probably going to be born with a cell phone connection wired into their brain.”

Clarence chuckled. “Going home for the holidays?” he asked as he eyed her covertly, liking what he saw. She is not only good looking, she is also all right in the leg and breast department, he told himself. I think I have lucked out on this trip.

“Are you Sherlock Holmes?” A smile flickered over her face as she looked at him, her eyebrows raised.

“Let’s see,” Clarence replied. “This flight goes directly to Mexico City. You look the right age to be a college sophomore. Your English is perfect, but with a faint accent that has to be Mexican and you are holding in your lap a novel by a well known Mexican author.”

Maria clapped her hands quietly. “Bravo, Sherlock. What is taking you to Mexico City?” Then she ticked off on her fingers as she spoke. “This is the wrong time for a vacation. There is no paint under your nails so I don’t think you are an artist headed for San Miguel, and you don’t have the disheveled look of an intellectual. You are too neatly dressed to be a hippy, and that very small briefcase suggests senior management. How am I doing?”

Clarence bowed to her and, catching the waiter’s eye, called him over. “I’ll have scotch, rocks and make it a double.”

He looked at Maria. “Can I order you something?”

Maria held up her Coke glass and shook her head.

“Touché. That was very good. I am the founder and the only senior management my company has. I’m going to Mexico City to talk with a group of investors who want to buy my company.”

“And what does your company do?”

“It is an internet security firm. I invented the software and formed the company when I was an undergraduate student at MIT. We attack the hackers who try to take over company computers. And what are you a student of?”

“I will remember that when I take up hacking. At the moment, however, I am majoring in Latin American literature at Smith College.”

She put her half emptied glass in a potted plant behind her and reached over and put her hand on Clarence’s thigh. “Can I change my mind? I’d like a rum and coke.”

Clarence’s sexual barometer sent a positive signal to his brain as he felt Maria’s hand warm his thigh. Smiling, he told her, “Of course. We are all entitled to change our minds.” He signaled the waiter and gave him the drink order.

When the drinks came, Clarence told Maria her name rang a bell with him. “I wonder if I know anyone in your family or perhaps people with whom I do business do business with your family.”

Maria told him a bit about her family, their businesses, and some of the people associated with her family businesses.

Clarence nodded. “That’s why. I know the Gonzalez brothers, who have spoken with me about approaching your family about using my firm, your father perhaps? ”

Maria’s hand returned to Clarence’s thigh, dangerously close to his developing erection, as she nodded. “Yes. I think you are right. There is a connection there.”

They chatted amiably until the loudspeaker announced that their flight would arrive in fifteen minutes.

Maria excused herself and walked, her body swaying in a way patented by Latin women, toward the table where a company spokesperson was seated.

“I am Maria Gonzalez y Vargas,” she told the woman. “I do not know my seat assignment, but I wish to be seated next to Clarence Montgomery.”

The clerk’s fingers played over her computer keyboard a moment. She smiled at Maria. “It’s done, Miss Vargas.”

Clarence was standing when she returned. He offered his arm to her as they walked toward the boarding gate. His erection took a decided turn upward when he felt her soft, firm breast warm his arm. He had thought she was not wearing a bra.

They settled into their first class seats. Clarence, after asking Maria if she concurred in his choice of pre-flight drinks, ordered champagne for them both. They continued their exploration of mutual acquaintances and the delights Mexico City offered visitors during the dinner that was served and their after-dinner drink.

When the lights went out Maria turned to Clarence. “Would you pull the armrest up and allow me to rest my head on your shoulder? I’m sleepy after the food and drinks. We have several hours until we land, and I could use a little nap.”

“I’m glad to loan you a shoulder,” he told her, pulling up the armrest and holding out his arm.

He put a blanket over their legs and pulled one around their shoulders.

Maria put one hand on his thigh, the other in her lap, and settled her head on his shoulder comfortably.

Maria’s fingers clutched spasmodically at his thigh, then lay still as sleep overcame her. Her warm hand, the way it gripped and relaxed on his thigh encouraged Clarence’s hard-on that had been building since she had touched his thigh the first time in the Captain’s Lounge.

Clarence looked down at Maria, admiring her face composed in sleep, and dropped his arm down across her body, almost touching her right breast. He smiled, thinking that he was once again a teenager hoping to cop a feel of his date’s breast, and perhaps more.

That thought and his now-raging erection drove his hand to her breast. He cupped it, delighting in the heft of her soft, firm breast. He closed his eyes and, without thinking of what he was doing, began to rub her nipples with his thumb as he squeezed one breast, then the other.

Maria’s eyes fluttered open, and she came awake slowly. She closed her eyes again, liking the feel of Clarence’s hand caressing her breasts. Her vagina pulsed, and that familiar feeling began to flow from her loins as Clarence continued to fondle her breasts and nipples.

She sighed and moved her head toward his. Brushing her lips against his, she moved her mouth to his ear, whispering, “I like that, but don’t start something you are not willing to finish. If you keep that up, you are going to have me sitting on your lap right here on the plane. ” Her hand, as if to emphasize her point, moved to his crotch, her fingers rubbing up and down his hard-on through the cloth of his trousers.

Clarence looked around the darkened cabin. Everyone, including the flight attendant, was asleep. His cock began to leak into his shorts as he moved his left hand to Maria’s thighs. His fingers moved upward toward that thin band of her bikini panties that covered her sex.

Maria bit her lip as she opened her thighs to accommodate Clarence’s questing fingers. She took in and released a deep breath as his fingers began to caress her panties, now moistened with little drops of her lovejuice. She pressed her hips forward, encouraging Clarence to explore further.

Clarence pushed aside the tiny band of cloth and rubbed a finger up and down her labia, moistening it. Carefully, slowly, he inserted his finger between her pussy lips, his thumb moving upward to her hooded clitoris.

Maria’s vagina clutched at the invading member, pulling at it, loving it. She loved foreplay almost as much as the sex act itself. She moved her head from his shoulder and kissed him, her mouth open, tongue seeking his.

Clarence’s tongue danced with hers as he finger-fucked her, his thumb now rubbing softly, slowly, gently, up and down and around and around Maria’s excited clit.

Maria, her mouth still glued to his, slid her fingers under the waistband of her panties and pushed them downward off her hips as she lifted her ass from the seat.

Clarence, when he realized what she was doing, followed suit, unbuckling his belt and pushing his trousers and shorts downward, letting his raging hard-on swing free.

Maria, in a single lithe movement of her well conditioned body, rolled over and sat on Clarence’s lap. She lifted her sweater upward and pulled Clarence’s mouth to her breasts, whispering to him, “I like to have my breasts sucked when I make love.”

She rubbed her now wet labia back and forth over Clarence’s rigid cock, enjoying the sensations his long, thick tool sent through her body. She licked her lips and leaned forward, whispering softly in his ear. “You are longer and thicker than my ex-boyfriend. We need to go slowly.”

Clarence pulled his mouth from a nipple just long enough to nod his head. Sucking on nipples and breasts was something he loved to do. The feel of her firm flesh and stiff nipples in his mouth sent his sexual temperature upward. Slowly, gently he licked and sucked at her, his hands always in motion caressing the breast not in his mouth.

His cock jerked and leaked precum jism when Maria put her hand around it and rubbed the bulbous head against her moistened labia. Clarence pushed upward, but Maria shook her head and pushed at his thighs with her hands, signaling him that she wanted control.

Clarence concentrated on her lovely breasts, perfectly willing to let Maria set the pace.

Slowly, inch by inch, she fed his cock into her grasping vagina. It felt so good to be so full of a man’s penis. She loved the feeling of being stuffed. She had been satisfied by her ex-boyfriend, who had been her first and only lover, but Clarence’s longer and thicker cock was more gratifying sexually.

Clarence felt his orgasm grow slowly and steadily as Maria moved herself up and down his now-lubricated rod with slow deliberation. This young lady has a very talented pussy, he thought. I wish there was some way I could get more of her than this very enjoyable fuck.

He concentrated on his business deal in order to keep from coming, but all too soon knew he was going to erupt. Pulling his mouth from a breast, he whispered in Maria’s ear, “Soon, Maria, very soon.”

Maria kissed him, her tongue licking at his lips, then plunging into his mouth. She squeezed his cock while moving her vagina a very small distance up and down his rod, creating sensations Clarence had not felt for years. And then she pressed downward forcefully and held herself to him, her pussy vibrating around his exploding cock.

She moaned softly as they came together, her greedy vagina vibrating and pulsing around his throbbing cock. A most satisfying fuck, she thought as the shockwaves of her orgasm flooded her body. I hope he can go again.

The flight attendant, her antenna alert to every sound and movement in the cabin, came awake. Her eyes made a rapid survey of the cabin and came to rest on Clarence’s seat. My God, she thought, her eyes opening wide. They are having sex right here in the cabin. She began to unfasten her seat restraints, then smiled and closed her eyes.

Maria’s talented vagina milked every drop of cum from Clarence, sending waves of orgasmic aftershocks over both their bodies. She moved her mouth to his ear, her vagina massaging his cock, “I’d like to do that again, and you?”

Clarence controlling his breathing with difficulty nodded his head. He kissed and licked at her ear as he told her, “I wouldn’t say no if I were dying.”

Maria giggled, liking his enthusiasm. With practiced moves she brought them to another orgasm, and then a third. She collapsed against his chest as her body came down from her orgasmic high. “I hate to leave you, but if I don’t I’m going to have something running down my legs. I’ll bring you some Kleenex.”

She walked quietly to the bathroom and cleaned herself, humming to herself as she did. She stuffed some Kleenex into her panties and grabbed a handful to take to Clarence.

Clarence wiped his penis and crotch and then went to the bathroom to finish cleaning himself. He wrapped some Kleenex around his cock to absorb any leakage. He did not want to have a stain in his trousers.

Maria again settled her head on his shoulder and was soon asleep, though not before, with a twinkle in her eye, telling Clarence to keep his hands off her the rest of the way to Mexico City.

She was on her cell phone the moment the plane touched down, speaking too rapidly for Clarence to follow.

His two months of intensive Spanish at a language school in Cuarnavaca allowed him to carry on a simple conversation, but when someone spoke very rapidly he was only able to catch fragments of what was said.

Maria, a smile dancing across her face, handed the phone to Clarence.

He raised his eyebrows as he looked at her and then spoke into the phone. “Hello. This is Clarence Montgomery.”

“Good Morning Mr. Montgomery,” a strong, hearty voice responded. “This is Miguel Caudillo y Vargas. My daughter has told me how you so graciously and generously entertained her. I thank you very much for your consideration.”

Clarence shook his head at Maria, a smile on his face, as he answered, “It was my pleasure, Mr. Vargas. You have a very charming and talented daughter, and I would be glad to do it again if I had the opportunity.”

Maria began to giggle as she listened, and then put her hand over her mouth to suppress her laughter.

“Mr. Montgomery, we are going to have a small gathering in two days to celebrate our daughter’s safe return. Please come as our guest. Maria tells me we have some mutual acquaintances who will also be in attendance, and I am sure you will feel comfortable in our home.”

“I will be honored to do so, Mr. Vargas.”

“Good. Maria will give you directions. I look forward to meeting you in person, as will my wife.”

Clarence said his goodbyes and gave the phone to Maria.

She concluded the conversation and gave Clarence her address and succinct directions. “If you take a taxi, always call one,” she told him. “Do not flag down a cab. It is too dangerous. You just invite a kidnapping if you do.”

Clarence put a finger under her chin and tilted it upward as his lips brushed against hers. “Thank you for a lovely trip. I look forward to the dinner party.”

Maria squeezed his arm, her tongue licking along his lips.

They exited the aircraft together. Maria looked for her chauffer/bodyguard and Clarence for a “Montgomery” sign and the driver that went with it. Both looked forward to the dinner that would take place in two days.

by JesterHaT©

Melissa Haley walked across the 5th wing hallway and felt eyes piercing through her green blouse and tight jeans. A group of geeks drooled as their heads moved with her hypnotizing walk while a group of skateboarders watched her in disgust. She turned her head only to greet few of other cheerleaders and football players, but ignored the rest. Melissa pulled up her purse to her shoulder and winked at a guy that was staring at her wide hips and he swooned to the ground. This was the life of a cheerleader.

Since Melissa became a cheerleader, popularity was no problem for her social life. If she thought someone was worthy of being even looking at, it was so, but if she chose to ignore them, then that was the way it was. She had all the friends she needed in her cheerleading squad and her best friend was the cheerleading captain, Andrea Swanks. Every day, every week, every month, she would have guys drooling over her or girls staring jealously at her strawberry blonde hair, hazel eyes, curving figure, and perfect hips that were as if God Himself specially took His time to craft her body. Her only problem was her small chest, which were approximately 32B, which was probably the smallest section of boobs in the whole cheerleading squad. However, she did not take this as a hindrance at all, since nobody argued Melissa had small boobs.

“There she is,” whispered a boy with curly hair and thick glasses. “Man, she’s a spotlight!”

“You’ll never get her, George,” joked his friend Tommy. “The only girls you get is probably online.”

As Melissa got closed to the exit of the 5th wing, Andrea and her fleet of boys and girls came into view.

“Hey Melissa,” called out Andrea.

“Hi, Andrea.”

“Remember what I told you last week?” asked Andrea excitedly as her friends suddenly began to cheer loudly.

“You mean about the party at the Leaf House? I thought you said there was no way we could take crash there,” Melissa replied.

“But now we can!” screamed Andrea. “I already got all the invitations sent out. It’s going to be, like, a blast!”

The Leaf House was a large condominium that looked more like a mansion than a apartment house. There was also a swimming pool and a large field to play varieties of sports. It was currently owned by Rent-A-House, but it seems that Andrea had tweaked the business around and got a reservation.

“That is so awesome!” Melissa screamed with Andrea but her smile slowly turned into a disappointing frown. “But I have to study and baby-sit my neighbor’s baby.”

Andrea groaned. “C’mon Melissa! This is, like, the ultimate party that everyone has been waiting for.”

Melissa didn’t know how to solve the dilemma. “I don’t know…maybe I should or shouldn’t. It’s not an easy choice.”

“You’re 18, girl,” whispered Andrea and smiled mischievously. “And aren’t you a virgin too? This could also be your chance to pop your cherry.”

Melissa blushed with a shocked look on her face. She couldn’t believe Andrea had said that, but it was absolutely true. Melissa did not know if all the cheerleading squad had lost their virginity, but Melissa had been a virgin throughout her school career. She had gone out with a lot of guys, but it all ended up either in drama or the guy was too boring to be with. However, she never intended to lose her virginity, due to her commitment to lose it to the man she loves most. And the party at Lead House could be the perfect opportunity to meet her destined man.

Melissa smiled and said, “Where do we meet?”

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After practice, Melissa and the rest of the cheerleading squad went to the girls’ locker room to take a shower and change their clothes. Melissa pulled her cheerleading blouse over her shirt and pulled down her skirt. Her eyes wandered around the locker and saw other girls laughing and playfully touching each other, half naked. Because she was a virgin, she always felt nervous when she saw people touching each other. It looked dirty.

Melissa pulled off her bra and tugged her panties down and went into the showers. The girls seemed more playful and excited in the showers because there were throwing soaps, squirting shampoos, and spraying cold water at each other. Suddenly, someone sneaked behind Melissa with a bucket of cold water and dumped it on her, causing her to scream as goose bumps quickly formed throughout her body. Melissa quickly turned around and saw Andrea, fully naked.

Andrea was a fully-developed girl and Melissa did not argue with it. She had 32D and had a slender figure with a firm butt. She had brownish-red hair and crystal-clear blue eyes that looked like sparks igniting from her pupils. Since she was the head of the cheerleading squad, many girls had begun to bleach their hair red and wear blue contacts just to imitate Andrea. It seemed as if she was hailed as some kind of beauty goddess. She was smiling evilly holding the bucket of water and shrugged when Melissa glared at her.

“Andrea!” Melissa screamed angrily.

“So you’re absolutely sure about coming to Leaf House?” asked Andrea as she turned on hot water in a nearby faucet.

“Yeah I’m coming. But I’m not sure about all that virginity talk.”

“Ehh? Don’t tell me you’re not going to try to lose your virginity.”

“Well, are you a virgin?”

“Of course not. I fuck all the time, Melissa. I just had sex with Brad Ginger on Thursday.”

Andrea had a personality that was not afraid to reveal things about herself. Melissa knew she was not a virgin and a long-time experienced woman. Even though Melissa never admit it, she would call Andrea a slut, because of her over-exposed clothing. She always showed her cleavage, wore high heels, and wore skirts or pants with holes in them that at least show one-thirds of her underwear. Even if she had the captain of the football team, Victor Edwards as her boyfriend, she would secretly had sex with other guys. However, Andrea was friendly, funny, outgoing, and full of determination and Melissa looked up to her as a role model.

“Anyways, I hope everything goes alright,” said Melissa and turned off the water and fetched her towel. “Remember Tony Clarkson’s party?”

Andrea laughed heartedly and replied, “Nah, it won’t be like that. This time, the party will be a blast.”

“Something to remember, huh?”

“Uh huh…especially for you, Melissa. You better get fucked that day or I’m going to fuck you myself.”

“Hey, I am not a sex object.”

“Cheerleaders are born to be sex objects.”

Melissa rolled her eyes and dried her hair. Andrea was always joking around but it seemed too extreme. One time, Andrea created a gossip about Mr. Turnip, her English teacher and his secret relationship with a student. Mr. Turnip ended up fired from his job and served time in jail. However, everyone cheered because Mr. Turnip was one of the most grumpiest, oldest teacher in history and nobody like him. In the school, everyone knew about joke of cheerleaders being sex objects and Melissa began to get annoyed by the stupid joke.

“Make sure you shave your pussy, Melissa,” called out Andrea. “Better trim it and dress it up because this week it’s going to go pop!” Andrea put her tongue onto the roof of her mouth and clicked making a popping sound. Melissa rolled her eyes again and quickly dressed as the bell rang.

Secretly, Melissa couldn’t wait for the day to arrive. Even though she never intended to lose her virginity, she always thought about sex since the first day she encountered family life and sex education. She was interested in boys and as a girl, she wanted to experience more and more about the opposite sex. She impatiently waited for the day to come. Leaf House was definitely her last chance for the opportunity for her to become a woman.

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The week crawled slowly but the day finally came. It was in the evening around 7:00 PM when crowds of people flooded into the Leaf House. There were cheerleaders, old school friends, football players, people from other schools, and many other party-crazed young adults squeezing into the condominium. The party went right to the point; flashing lights were dancing all over the rooms, the bass of the music was thundering across the halls, and liquor, wine, and food were passed around. Some were entranced in the music as they shook their bodies and others began drinking competitions until one of the football players threw up on all the contestants. Melissa entered the party wearing a tank top with short denim and flip-flops. It was a long time before Melissa spotted Andrea in the kitchen area chatting with two boys.

“Oh, hey Melissa,” called out Andrea. “I want to introduce these guys. This is Richard and he’s Ken.”

Melissa shook hands and hugged Richard and Ken. Richard was around 6′2 with huge shoulders and thick legs with blond hair cut into a army style. Ken had short brown hair and also had hazel eyes like Melissa. He wasn’t as big as Richard, but he was definitely much taller than her and Melissa could tell he was fit from the muscles bulging out of his tight shirt. She caught Ken looking at her and winked. Andrea introduced them and Melissa surprisingly realized that both were football players from Melissa’s school, even though it felt as if she never saw them. Andrea and Melissa began to flirt with the two guys until someone started to shout over the loud music and pointed at the large swimming pool.

Everyone began to take off their clothing and ran outside in the cold evening and jumped into the pool. There was laughter and screams which meant the party was going smoothly. Andrea decided to go swimming also and took Richard with her outside. Melissa and Ken continued to chat until Ken put down his drink and smiled brightly.

“Want to go upstairs? There’s a private bath and maybe we can use it so we won’t be overcrowded,” explained Ken.

“Could this be it?” thought Melissa. “Is this finally when I’ll lose my virginity?”

Silently, Melissa nodded and Ken took her hand and led her upstairs. As they walked through the hallway, Ken peeked into rooms, which were mostly occupied by couples that were either kissing their lips out or having their own private parties. Ken finally found a empty place…which was a small room with a bed and a small T.V. set with a large tub in the bathroom. Ken went into the bathroom to fill the tub with hot water and Melissa browsed the room. She opened a closet and was surprised she found a two-piece black bikini set and she smiled as she picked it out.

“Melissa, the water’s nice and hot!” called out Ken as he took off his clothes except his boxers. He went into the tub and laid down so the water reached his chin and he sighed with relief. Ken had planned this so he can get to know Melissa and maybe even get inside her panties.

He was shocked when Melissa came in wearing the two-piece black bikini with her legs slightly crossed and her arms behind her back as her face flushed with embarrassment when he saw Ken staring at her.

“What’s wrong?” asked Melissa.

“Oh…it’s nothing. It’s…damn, you’re fine in that bikini,” said Ken and shook his head in amazement.

Melissa laughed and climbed into the tub. She realized that Ken’s body was amazing too. His body was sculptured perfectly with a six pack jutting out of his abdomen. His shoulders were large, as it was typical for a former quarterback and he had tattoos of a dragon in his right arm and a picture of a giant bonsai tree in his left. Both were silent for a long time, staring at each other’s body until Ken took courage and waded close to her and put his arm around her waist. Melissa blushed and playfully pushed him away but Ken did not let go. Ken stared at Melissa as he urged closer and she knew what Ken was about to do. She closed her eyes and accepted his kiss. Ken slowly used his arm to slowly spread Melissa’s legs. He brushed against her thighs and Melissa shuddered as she had shivers, even though they were in hot water. Ken trailed his fingers upwards until it reached her chest and then he began to massage them. Melissa gasped as they continued to link lips and before she knew it her hand brushed against Ken’s erect cock that was bulging through his boxer.

Ken disconnected their lips and he began to kiss her forehead, hair, ear, and neck. She felt a soft moan escape her throat and arched her back as Ken ravished her with barrages of kisses. His fingers quietly pinched at her nipples until they became hard and then they slowly trailed down between her legs. A finger tried to punch through her bikini fabric and she jumped and giggled softly as Ken smiled down at her. He kissed cheek and then he trailed close to her ears again.

“I want to fuck you,” he whispered in her ear.

Melissa didn’t know what to do. First, she tried to remember any advices that Andrea might have given her from the past. Does she question him back? Refuse and run away? Seduce him and accept? All these questions filled her head and finally came out as, “I…I’m still a virgin.”

“But aren’t you a cheerleader?” asked Ken blankly and Melissa rolled her eyes and Ken laughed at joke. “Well, are you going to keep your virginity and become the next 40-year-old virgin?”

“No,” laughed Melissa. “It’s just that I’m…kind of nervous.”

Ken petted her head and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll take you through every step. Now get on your knees.”

Melissa obediently went onto her knees and let half of her body out of the tub. Ken pushed and sat himself down on the edge of the tub. He motioned her to come close to him as he spread his legs and project a large bulge through his boxer.

“Take it off,” he commanded and Melissa did what he said.

Ken’s 8 inch long, 2 inch wide cock stood erect like a fishing pole pointed at Melissa. Ken smiled and said, “Now, Melissa. I want you to suck it. Remember to not use your teeth because my cock’s really sensitive.”

“Wow, it’s really big.”

“Don’t worry; soon you’ll be taking this way up your pussy. It’s much easier using your mouth.”

Melissa nodded and nervously put out her tongue and touched the tip of his cock. She pulled back and a string of precum stretched between her tongue and his cock. Then she opened her mouth and slowly slid it into her mouth, making sure her teeth did not touch his cock. Then as Ken commanded, she began to suck it awkwardly.

“Like a popsicle, Melissa,” pointed out Ken and she obeyed. “Oh yeah…that’s better.”

From her view, it seemed like Ken was being pleasured, so Melissa took this as her first step in accomplishment. For the rest of the time, she would try her best to have the best, memorable sex ever with Ken. Melissa slowly bobbed her head up and down and Ken let out a soft moan as he put his hand on her head. With his hand, he pushed her head in a little deeper but she choked so he quickly made her pull out.

“That’s too bad,” said Ken. “You can only take that much?”

“Ahh…sorry,” apologized Melissa as she wiped her mouth.

“Again.”

Melissa dived into Ken’s cock and sucked more. Ken slowly began to force her to stuff his cock in his mouth and Melissa tried to resist the choking and gagging, but it was no use as she pulled out by instinct of throwing up.

“Sorry,” Melissa said again.

“It’s okay,” laughed Ken. “It’s only your first time.”

Melissa tried to grasp the huge cock with both of her small hands and bobbed her head, using her tongue to lick the underside of his cock. Ken groaned and whispered, “Oh yes…that’s a tight mouth.”

It was not long before, Ken’s body suddenly tensed and his cock began to expand as it unleashed strings of cum in her Melissa’s mouth. As he came, he continued to whisper, “Ahhh…I’m cumming, I’m cumming! Keep it all in your mouth, Melissa!” and finally relaxed. Ken ordered Melissa to open her mouth and she did to show him all the cum he had unloaded upon her.

“Swallow it, sweetie,” whispered Ken and Melissa closed her eyes tight and swallowed as she slight coughed from the thickness of his cum.

“How is it?” asked Ken.

Melissa smacked her mouth and wrinkled her nose. “It’s kind of salty and bitter.”

Ken smiled and took hold of Melissa’s hand and both of them stood up from the tub. He led her to the bed and then faced her, looking at her full figure. Melissa’s face was flushed from sucking and from the hot bath. He reached for her shoulders and asked, “Mind if you undress?”

Melissa nodded and slowly pulled the string from the bottom bikini as it loosened and slid down to her ankles. Ken grinned with approval as he examined her wet, bald pussy. He pushed her onto the bed and kneeled down between her legs. He licked the slit of her pussy and she reacted with a jolt. “You’re so sweet that I want to eat you right up. And that’s what I’m exactly going to do.” He wiggled into her pussy as she moaned when she felt the tongue explore into her untouched cave and then hummed, which made her body cringe. He attacked her clit which made her squeal as shock sparked through Melissa’s spine.

“Oh god…”

He could not believe how fast Melissa was getting wet. She was already shriving, waiting for the climax to peak and Ken put one finger (two was too tight for her) and slowly fucked her. At the same time, he suckled on her clit which caused her buck furiously as she gasped. “Oh god, what is this feeling!” It was not long before she unleashed her climax and rode her orgasm and Ken’s finger at the same time. He sucked up all her juices and made sure not a single drop was wasted.

“Mmm, you even taste sweet.”

Ken climbed on top of Melissa and began to kiss her. She had forgotten all about her worries of her virginity being taken because she felt as if she was in heaven. Melissa broke their kiss and she whispered in his ear seductively, “Fuck me.”

“Which position you want as your first, babe?” Ken whispered back and pecked at her cheeks and neck. Melissa shrugged so Ken answered his own question. “You know what, I think this should be easier.”

Ken laid back on the bed and picked up Melissa and sat her down right under his erect pole. “Climb on top and go in slow.”

Melissa sat up and hovered near Ken’s cock. She slowly lowered herself, placing her hands on his abdomen to support herself. As the head squeezed through her pussy lips, Melissa cringed and gasped. “Oh my god…it’s tight.”

“That’s what I love about it!” laughed Ken. “Take it all of it, Melissa!”

Melissa squirmed as his cock took its journey to dominate her cherry. She slowly went in until she felt his cock poking at her hymen. She nervously looked at Ken, but he was too mesmerized at her pussy squeezing his cock. It felt as if he couldn’t believe that he would ever have such a tight twat in his whole life. “You okay, Melissa?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Just let it go and sit down until it’s all the way in, babe,” explained Ken. “It’s going to hurt a bit but I know you’re a big girl and you can take it.”

Melissa nodded and took a deep breath. As she let go of her supporting hands and sat down, she felt his cock tear her innocence apart. Suddenly, all the childhood memories and high school life flashed before her eyes and tears formed in her eyes as she gasped loudly when she felt her butt hit his thighs. She was all way in and felt Ken’s cock squeeze through her cervix. Then there was the pain. She felt a slight pain then a discomfort within her. It felt as she was going to tear apart into pieces. But she hid her discomfort by gritting her teeth in her closed mouth It was quiet for a long time, with only Melissa’s harsh breathing filled the small room. A mirror beside the bathroom was already fogging up from the breath and sex in the air. Ken silently reached Melissa’s back and slowly untied her top bikini. It slowly slid down and exposed her 32B breasts and he smiled with approval. Even with small boobs, he thought that she was still perfectly cute and sexy.

Ken smiled and whispered, “You know what to do, Melissa. Ride it.”

She nodded and weakly lifted her body up and sat down on his cock again. She felt her tight pussy contract every time the cock plunged deep into her and then relax as it left the pussy walls. Since it was her first time, every time she pounded herself on the hard pole it hit her pussy walls causing her to moan and scream lightly in mixture of pain and pleasure. Ken smiled, lifting his hand and wiped a tear off Melissa’s eyes and then cupped her breast in one hand and rested his other hand on her waist.

“Shift your body so you can hit it where it feels the best,” advised Ken as Melissa obeyed. She shifted her body right and then went straight down as it slid into her tight pussy and scratched her G-Spot. She moaned and closed her eyes while arching her back as she rode him. Her pain and discomfort was beginning to fade away and pleasure was creeping through along her thighs. She had never felt this kind of feeling before since she had started masturbating two years ago. She screamed lightly as his cock suddenly pounded at her cervix and her body shivered with excitement. She began to ride him faster, her breath changing into sharp moans. Ken leaned his body forward and kissed her pink, hard nipples causing Melissa to buckle with ecstasy until she felt a burst of tense muscles in her stomach and thighs.

“Ahhh…”

Knowing what was coming, Ken said, “Don’t stop, Melissa. Cum for me!”

Melissa rode faster, her sharp moans turning into screams. Suddenly, her whole body tense and trembled as she cried out Ken’s name and felt a strong vibe as she felt the warm rush rushing out of her pussy. She sat down on his cock, holding Ken tightly as she breathed loudly as the feeling caused her body to spasm violently. Ken sighed as he felt Melissa’s pussy squeezing his cock tightly, but he held his cum. He did not want this to stop.

“Just ride the orgasm, Melissa,” whispered Ken as he stroked her cheek and kissed her nipples. Melissa moaned as her orgasm continued. She had never came so hard before and even her body was in shock. Soon, her orgasm subsided and Ken picked Melissa up and pushed her onto the bed on her back. He smiled and slowly pushed her legs open as he observed her owned pussy, with mingled combinations of her virginal blood and her cum flowed down her pussy lips.

“What a beautiful view,” Ken said. “Popping a cherry should be considered an art.”

Melissa blushed and finally thought herself as a woman. Now she didn’t have to worry about being with a boy alone or have to think or talk to her parents about saving her virginity to a special person. Ken got on top of her and kissed her nipples, arousing her again. He went up, kissing her sweetly every time and then whispered in her ear, “Now it’s my turn.”

She nodded and laid her arms on the bed and spread her legs so Ken can fit in between. Ken whispered again, “I’m going to fuck you hard, okay?”

Melissa nodded again and whispered back, “Please, fuck me hard.”

Ken rubbed his cock between her pussy lips and slowly entered. Then he placed his hands side to side to Melissa’s head so her head was in between his spread arms until his view was her tits and above and smiled for her approval. She nodded again and he began to pump his body into her. She closed her eyes and cringed as Ken immediately began to pound her pussy, as screams and moans escaped her throat. Ken smiled as he looked down at her face and her beautiful tits bouncing up and down from the force he was exerting into her. His balls slapped her ass loudly as Melissa tightly squeezed the bed sheets with her hands and let out sharp screams at every stroke from Ken’s cock pounded into her. Melissa closed her eyes and laid her head to the side as he fucked her vigorously.

“Melissa, look at me,” Ken said between grunts. “When someone takes your virginity, you should look up at him as he is fucking you.”

Melissa slowly opened her eyes and looked up at Ken, gasping and cringing slightly at some hard pumps he was forcing into her pussy. He smiled and looked down at her as she looked up in silence. Suddenly, Melissa closed her eyes tightly, moaning, “Oh god…I think I’m cumming again.”

“I want to cum with you, Melissa…but I don’t think we can without contraceptives,” whispered Ken with disappointment. He could feel his balls tensing and his stomach tightened as it was ready to cum.

But Melissa shook her head and answered, “No, cum inside me. Make me feel that I’ve become a woman. Please Ken, cum inside me.”

Ken could not object. His cum was already rapidly flowing through his glands and through his cock. Melissa felt his cock bulge and she came as Ken gave his last strength and pounded deep into her as he also came. Melissa felt strings of cum paint her pussy walls and fill her womb as she rode her second orgasm. Ken pulled out and collapsed next to Melissa. They both look at each other, speechless from gasping with perspiration. They smiled at each other.

“Thanks for making me a woman, Ken,” whispered Melissa and kissed Ken on the lips. “I’ll remember this forever.”

As Melissa and Ken whispered passionately towards each other, the silhouette moved in the darkness of the hallways. The figure was hunched up all that time, listening closely to everything that had happened since Melissa popped her cherry. The silhouette smiled and walked away, almost skipping and sang incoherently but joyfully, “Cheerleaders are born to be sex objects….”

by Malteser©

She wriggled nervously on the hard wooden seat outside the office door. The corridors were quiet after school: little else except the sound of the janitor’s whistling. She had already been waiting fifteen minutes. It was ok for seniors to still be about though. Since she got the message that he wanted to see her about her assignment, she’d thought of nothing else. She had been hoping for this for so long, but kept telling herself she was imagining it all, it was just about the work.

Her long blonde hair was still a little wet from her shower after sports. She’d enjoyed the exercise, a way to release some of these pent up feelings, but the effect hadn’t lasted long.

Showering with the girls was a laugh, but they had no limits. As they laughed and joked, a beautiful black girl, with a wonderful body, big smile and big breasts, had come up to her and kissed her hard on the lips, pressing her tongue into her mouth.

‘Wanna play with me, cutie?’ The girl squeezed her nipple, and she’d gasped despite herself.

‘Ermm..sorry.’ She’d felt so stupid, wished she’s laughed and thought of something clever to say. She liked the girl.

‘Ha ha ha! You got the hots for some guy. I can see…’ The other girls laughed. She smiled as she remembered. How true.

‘Come in now please.’

His voice was a shock, calling through the door, and she felt her stomach flip. She opened the door. He was staring at his computer screen, fingers busy. She closed the door.

‘Sit here please.’ He didn’t look up.

The chair was next to his, on the other side of the desk. She walked over and sat down, dropping her bag on the floor. Her short black skirt rode up a little, exposing the creamy skin of her thighs. Her assignment was on the top of a pile of papers in front of her. She waited, fingers twisting nervously in her lap. He continued to type.

‘I’ll just be a minute.’

His voice sounded strange, cold, not like the gentle, deep and laughing voice she had enjoyed over the past few months, with the warmth and amusement they had shared in class, and after class. Then there had been the looks, the brush of hands. She sometimes thought he was staring at her. She couldn’t help looking at him as he walked the floor during class. Tall and dark, with a wonderful smile, but he looked serious right now. She was fascinated by the idea of him naked. She had seen boys her age, skinny and undeveloped, but him, a real man, it made her so excited to think of that.

She sat quietly, trying not to look at him. Had all those laughs and looks and intense moments just been in her imagination? She blushed and felt like a fool. Why would he be interested in her, just eighteen, who knew nothing? He could have any woman. She was such a silly little idiot. She felt totally vulnerable and embarrassed.

Looking down, she suddenly realised how brazen she must seem with so much of her thighs showing. She took hold of the hem of her skirt to try to pull it down a little.

‘Don’t!’

His hand covered hers, his voice harsh and choked. She looked up into his eyes. Even a girl as inexperienced as her knew hunger when she saw it. She felt her stomach flip over. He looked away again, but kept his hand where it was, covering hers, on her thigh.

He wanted her. There was no doubt for her now. He wanted her and she was going to let him take her. She had played a little with boys, but she wanted this man to have her. Her heart beat so fast. She felt wetness between her thighs and closed her eyes to enjoy the feel of his hand on hers.

She wanted to make him want her so badly. He seemed to be fighting in himself, but she needed him so much. She wanted him to hurt her and make it better all at the same time, to show her what she was desperate to know, to teach her. She had to do something.

Looking down at his hand on hers, she parted her thighs. The skirt rode up a little more, and she moved her hand, his over hers, further down towards her upper thighs. He moaned. She moved her hand further towards the top of her legs, pushing her skirt up. He pushed her hand away and moved his hand directly to her pussy. She gasped as he placed a finger on her wet panties, the others resting on the top of her legs. She spread more for him. He didn’t move.

The feelings that were coursing through her body were exquisite and terrifying. She wanted him to take her, put his cock inside her, but she was so scared of the size of him and the pain. She placed a hand on his thigh.

‘Oh Jesus.’ His voice was choked.

She moved her hand over his thigh and towards his crotch. His spare hand stopped her.

‘No! Not yet! It’s too much.’ She looked up at him. The pained expression was still on his face, but he looked hot, so hot.

He took his hand away from her pussy and pulled her to her feet.

‘Come here.’ He pulled her in front of him, her ass against the desk, his knees around her. And then he looked at her. He was smiling. Instinctively, she placed a finger on his lip.

He pulled her towards him, and his mouth was on hers, crushing and desperate, forcing his tongue into her, hands holding her face. She had never been kissed that way before, but responded with equal hunger, tasting him. She moaned and he kissed her more deeply, exploring her mouth with his tongue.

They parted breathlessly and he lifted her and sat her on the desk in front of him. His hands moved to her shirt, and she helped him to undo the buttons, tight across her chest, and push it off her shoulders. He moaned as her breasts in their simple cotton bra were exposed to him for the first time.

‘Sweet…’ He took her breasts in his big hands and began to knead them gently. She gasped and tilted her head back, her hands digging into his shoulders. He slid his fingers in and lifted her bra above her breasts, and then she felt his tongue take her nipple and cried out with pleasure.

‘Ooh.’ He was so in control. He lapped at her nipples, sucked and then bit gently with his teeth. She gasped with pleasure, desperate for him to touch her, there.

He reached around and unclasped her bra, cradling her breasts in his hands as he licked and sucked on her nipples. Little moans came from her lips, she took a moment to realise that it was her making the noises. The heat in her breasts spread through her, to her cunt and she felt the need to open herself for him so badly.

She reached for him and ran her hands though his hair then moved them to undo his shirt buttons, her fingers desperate for his skin. He gasped as she touched his chest and moved her fingers over him. He kissed her hard again, his tongue taking her, so hungry for her.

‘I’m gonna lick you so you’re wet for me, baby, ok?’ She nodded. How she wanted this.

Then he pushed her backwards, onto the desk, papers falling everywhere. Still sitting in his chair, he reached up her skirt to her panties and pulled them down. She lifted her hips to help him. They were soaked in her juices, he could smell the sex. He dropped them on the floor and pushed her skirt up higher over her hips.

‘Oh god,’ he murmured as he gazed at her. Her red lips glistened with wetness, a little soft brown downy hair. She was perfect.

‘Please.’ His cock jerked at the urgency in her voice.

But he knew he needed to take the time with her. He leaned forward and drew her hips towards him, sliding her along the desk. She was trembling. He let his fingers slowly trace her pussy lips, feeling the heat and wetness there. She cried out like a kitten. Slowly, he pushed a finger into her wet little hole.

‘Ooh!’ She moaned with pleasure. She was tight, but he would have to try two, stretch her a little, if she was going to take his cock. He pushed another finger in and she gasped. He looked at her, worried.

‘No, please, yes!’ He laughed and smiled at her. Pressing the finger back in very gently, he twisted it a little and she moaned for him again. Her eyes were closed, fingers on her breasts. Such a fantastic image, it would stay in his mind for a long time. He leant forward and touched her gleaming clit with the tip of his tongue.

She couldn’t believe the feeling.

‘Oh Jesus!’ She cried out and her whole body seemed to jerk and lift.

He pressed in with his tongue and felt a velvet wetness engulf him. She tasted so good, so sweet. Her hands were in his hair, holding him there as he began to tease her with his tongue. Her moans grew louder. She felt ready to explode. He moved the fingers inside her as he licked her clit, rubbing his nose on her pussy lips, drinking her in.

It was driving both of them senseless. He pulled away from her pussy, and she almost cried out with frustration. He stood, and with his spare hand, he unzipped himself, knowing that he couldn’t wait much longer. But then she saw his cock, and gasped at the huge beautiful erection, glistening and smooth.

‘Can I touch?’ He moaned and took her hand, placing her fingers on him, her fingers seeming so small and delicate, his cock twitching with pleasure as she moved them up and down, instinctively knowing how to touch him.

‘Oh fuck, girl, I want to put it in you. Are you ready to try?’ She began to tremble.

‘Oh please…fuck me. Now.’

Looking down at her glistening cunt, he parted her legs more. She looked up at him with the hunger blazing in her eyes and a touch of a smile.

‘I want you.’ She said it in a grown up way, a real, desiring woman, ready.

He drew her hips towards him and carefully placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy lips. She moaned. He pressed a little, then a little more.

‘Tell me if it’s too much.’ He looked into her eyes.

‘Please. All the way.’ He could barely believe he was hearing her words.

Desire overtook his reason and he pressed his cock into her, feeling the first resistance, then pressing more, like breaking a seal. It was exquisite. She was so tight, snug around him. He had to hold himself. He was good at that, but this was extreme.

‘Aaaagh!’ There were tears in her eyes.

He waited, didn’t move. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He began to withdraw, very slowly, then pushed gently back in again. Then again. She was so hot, tight and wet. Control, he needed control. Her fingers pressed into his arms as she drew him towards her.

‘I want you now. All of you.’ It was too much. He plunged into her, sending his cock as far as it could go. She screamed, but it was pleasure, not pain. He thrust again, and again.

‘Oh my god.’ She was in heaven.

Every nerve in her body focused on the feelings in her cunt. She felt wave after wave of pleasure, despite that pain on the edge, of him breaking into her. She knew how sore she would be later, but didn’t care, just wanted it to go on. He was so big, so perfect. She was fused to his huge cock.

He knew he wouldn’t be able to stand this intensity of feeling for too long, and he needed her to cum, to feel what that was like. He reached between them and found her clit, expertly fingering her, feeling his cock move in and out of her.

She was nearing the edge. Her cries were getting louder, forgetting where they were. He pumped into her, loving her hands in his hair as he thrust and fingered her and brought her with him..

‘Cum for me baby,’ he whispered to her.

‘Oohhh…I’m…gonna…’ She couldn’t speak…feeling it crashing towards her.

He moaned…..feeling the build up inside him…..the need to fill her with his cum…he couldn’t hold on.

Her scream was muffled by the bite into his arm as shudders wracked her body. He exploded in crashing orgasm, pumping her in a frenzy as he let go the months of tension, all into her, feeling his hot spunk fill her.

‘Aaaghh!’ So good, so fucking good.

He was spent. Resting his head on her chest, he smelt her freshness and sweat at the same time, as her fingers played with his hair.

‘How did I do, teach?’ She asked him.

‘Straight A’s of course, girl.’ They laughed.