I Hate Christmas

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I hate Christmas, Santa Claus sucks, the reindeer should be ground up into dog food and the songs, the fucking songs, it’s either advertisement that the road to happiness is paved in all those presents under the trees or praise for something that so many people have packaged into a religious icon and then put it up for sale. Of course I can say all this, well except the religious part, because I am Santa. No, not one of your department store borderline pedophiles dressed in a red and white suit, I’m the real deal.

Well, actually I was the real deal, before the corporate contracts elbowed me out of my position and the new, fat, bearded Santa appeared. I do have a beard, it’s a bit straggly now, and my clothes are dirty and worn, but I am the man. You ask, “If you are Santa, where is Mrs. Claus?” All I can tell you is the truth, Mrs. Clause is a myth. Once again, the corporations got worried about the implications of a single Santa, questions about sexual orientation and things kept popping up. So there you go, Mrs. Santa Claus, about as authentic as a fucking reindeer with a light up nose. How many millions did Mr. Montgomery or Mr. Ward make on that one?

So there you go, I am the original, fucking Santa Claus, well, except I don’t fuck, haven’t ever done it. Now that’s got to be a scary thought for the corporations: a virgin Santa Claus. Well, fuckheads, I go one further, I’m a virgin Santa Claus who’s a street person. Yeah, street person, homeless person, one of those poor wretched souls you ignore in the street while you pitch your change in the bucket for those annoying bell ringers. That’s me, dirty, stinking and maybe even a bit drunk, and guess what, escort bayan I’m going to church.

Yeah, I know, I hate the songs and have serious problems with the whole religion for cash thing, but then that’s just me. We all have reasons for being here. Me? I’m here for the heat, I admit it. It’s cold on the street and if I can slip in here for an hour or so, I can get real warm. There’s a vent near that back pew and I sit right under it. Even if someone is sitting there when I arrive, I just scoot over close to them and they move, simple as that.

At least I’m honest about it and that makes one of me. See that woman over there, leafing through the agenda for the service… yeah, she’s here for the songs. The Christmas music makes her feel good, “Oh Come All Ye Faithful?” No, just come for the songs, after Christmas she’s sleeping late and relaxing on a Sunday. The man over there, he comes to puff out his chest when he tosses that envelope into the bowl they pass around. The only thing that would make it better for him is if he could write on the outside of the envelope just how much he loves the Lord. How many zeros after the number is that?

Oh yes, I see her now. She’s the thin one over there, her legs crossed as her foot bounces up and down. See her there? Yeah, watch as she stands and sings. Notice how she leans against the hymnals there, thrusting her hips in time with the music. I’ve seen her before, she moves her legs and pushes against the hymnals masturbating until she can stand it no more. She’ll then stand up, rush to the restroom and, I presume, finish herself off.

Now that I am warm I figure I might be able to take bursa vip escort advantage of the situation. Perhaps she’d be open to some company and while we’re in the spirit of the holidays, why not see if she’d be interested in being Santa’s first. I’ll just get up and head towards the restrooms and wait for her to head my way. She should certainly be ready for it, as long as I can convince her I am truly the real Santa, it might work.

See, I told you, here she comes.

“Hey there, you can’t go in the restroom, it’s out of order.”

“It is? But I need…”

“Look come over here and tell Santa about it,” I say. Yeah I know it’s a fucked up pick up line, but hell I’ve never done this before.

“You don’t look like a Santa Claus.”

“Yeah, well I’ve been gone a while, had a few bad times, but here, look at my ID,” I say, showing her my fake ID.

“It says you are Santa Claus.”

“There you go.”

Licking her lips she said, “So you’re the real Santa, like when I was so many years ago.”

“Twenty seven.”

“What?”

“It was twenty seven years ago when I brought you that doll that cried and wet her diaper.”

She pauses, thinking, finally saying in amazement, “You really are him.”

“Yes, I am him, and I know you’ve been naughty.”

“When?”

“Just now, sitting there in the service. Now you’ve been naughty haven’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispers, blushing.

“Does church turn you on?” I ask.

Still blushing she answers, “Yes.”

“Well, I know a quiet place over there. It’s partway up the stairs, on the landing.”

“And…”

“Well, bursa elit escort I’ve never…”

“You’ve never. You mean we’re going to do it in a church and it will be Santa’s first time.”

I nod, smiling shyly.

She grabs my hand and pulls me up the stairs. Before I figure out what is happening she has her dress pulled up around her waist and her panties are gone. I quickly drop my drawers and kneel between her legs.

She takes hold of my cock and, as I lean forward, she guides it into her pussy. It slides easily in the wetness and soon I feel the smooth, warm and wet walls of her cunt sliding over me. I slowly withdraw and push back into her, listening to her moan. It feels so incredibly good, especially as she lifts her hips to meet each of my thrusts.

Her breathing quickens and then she clamps her legs around me and I feel the muscles inside her pulsate on my cock. I am suddenly flooded with pleasure and arch my back as my cock shoots my cum into her pussy. It is just incredible, as I lean on her and give her a kiss. She whispers, “Merry Christmas.”

I reply, “Merry Christmas to you,” and you know, that’s the first time in a long time I said that and actually meant it. And fuck if I don’t mean it. I pull my cock out of her, we both quickly dress and rush back into the service, joining the song, “Hark, the Herald Angels sing…”

Later we walk out of church together and I watch the people head home, telling myself, “Perhaps some of these people really mean it, perhaps just a few of them can ignore all the glitz and glitter and just love the time they spend with their friends and family. Maybe, maybe one or two, truly understand and mean what’s said in those songs, maybe they do understand the true gift of Christmas.”

I take my new friend’s hand and she leads me towards her apartment. Together we wish everyone we see, “Merry Christmas,” and maybe, just maybe they truly understand what we mean.

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In Spring We Loved

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“…he loves me… he loves me not… he loves me… he loves me not…”

Jann lay on her stomach in the empty paddock next to her parents home. The field was green with the winters rain and now that Spring had arrived, white daisies were everywhere – covering the satin green in a sea of white and yellow dots. A shallow creek trickled nearby which had no apparent beginning or end – gurgling and babbling as it passed by, and the beautiful big old pine and willow trees, spot planted everywhere, stood willowing and swaying to the gentle breezes that blew. Jann’s face screwed up in a frown of disbelief as she ended on “… he loves me not…”, and discarding the stalk, picked another daisy.

“He loves me… he loves me not… he loves me… he loves me not…”

Jann stood slowly and began walking through the field toward her home, continuing to pluck the petals. She didn’t notice the beauty that Mother Earth provided – the birds chirping happily from the safety of the high treetops, the trickling creek which lay glistening and gleaming as sunbeams danced lightly on its silvery form – not even her faithful and loyal canine friend could snap her from her trance, as he came bounding toward her, barking furiously.

For Jann was in love and at 18 years of age, she had given her all to him, for she was certain that he loved her also. She smiled a triumphant smile as the last petal ended on “… he loves me…”, and a tingling sensation rocked through her body as flashes of their sweet, sensual lovemaking passed through her mind. She felt so lucky that she had given her virginity to him – he who had promised to spend the rest of his life with her – not like her friends Monica and Denise, who lost their virginity to a group of bikies passing through town one weekend.

Duke jumped up and caught her off guard, knocking her to the ground. He began licking her face in reckless abandon and as she snapped to reality, she laughing hysterically and cuddled her golden Labrador fondly. Standing once more, she began to run through the green field, her canine friend close on her heels – jumping with delight as he frolicked with his Mistress.

Arriving home, Jann crept into her bedroom from the veranda and lay on her huge, soft bed – Duke, following suite, lay stretched out by her side – panting exhaustingly after his romp in the field. Closing her eyes, Jann relived the beautiful memories passed and almost believed them to be happening again as her hips began gyrating in response to her daydreams.

Jann was tall and well developed for her 18 years. Her breasts were round and full and her shapely hourglass figure would have every head turning in her direction if she did not hide it with clothing two sizes too big for her. Monica and Denise, however, were ‘stick figures’ and were not afraid to show their small, petite frames.

Now, in the prime of her adolescence, Jann was beginning to feel emotions that were new to her, and beyond her comprehension. What was this bittersweet churning in her stomach, and the longing and aching in her groin? Why were her breasts so sensitive to the touch? And, how can you feel so elated and yet so deflated?

Jann turned over on her side and drifted into a light sleep. She desperately wanted to see him again, to touch him, to hold him close. She felt so safe in his arms…

****

He, like Jann, was born and bred in this little town of 1500 – where everyone knew everyone’s business. His Dad owned the corner store and his mother liked nothing better than to ‘spread the gossip’ and at times, the store would be full of gossiping females.

He was two years her senior and in his last year of college, was contemplating a degree in agriculture, which meant leaving this peaceful country setting, for the rat race of the city.

To him, Jann had always been ‘just there’, ‘just another girl’, but ever since he spied her down the river last summer in the skimpiest bikini he had ever seen, he realized how beautiful she had become. Her long, blonde curly locks shone in the dancing sunlight, and draped over milky white shoulders as she stretched out by the rivers edge to engulf escort the heat of the early afternoon sun. He could not help but notice her big and beautiful breasts, nor her long and slender legs (how could he notice when she always wore sacks and baggy jeans, he thought in his defence).

Monica and Denise were waist high in the river – playfully splashing each other and trying hard to stay away from Duke, who wanted to join in the fun. Their breasts were tiny in comparison to Jann’s, but their nipples were long and protruded clearly beneath their water soaked bikini tops.

The three of them let out a ‘wow’ in unison, as they crouched spying behind some prickly gorse bushes growing wild along the riverbank. They were all three, used to seeing Monica and Denise with next to no clothes on, but none of them had seen Jann, the way they saw her that day. Their loins swelled at the sight before them and they each thought how lucky Duke was.

No one had the nerve to interrupt the girls at play, so they departed quietly, and only when they were far enough away, did they talk freely about the size of Jann’s knockers. They began fantasizing about moulding them and licking and sucking on them – each of them laughing about their fantasy’s, yet each of them secretly desiring to have those fantasies fulfilled. He knew he had to act quickly if he was to beat his mates – Richard and Dean – to the prize catch – Jann!

The next day he saw Jann walking home with her friends Monica and Denise, and on impulse, ran up to her and offered to carry her books for her. She was embarrassed, he could tell, and her friends giggled teasingly at her, which made him feel as though he had just done something ‘really dumb’. Jann looked into his beautiful blue eyes, smiled, and handed her books to him, which eased the awkward situation he had brought upon himself.

From that day, they began to spend a lot of time together and had become quite intimate over the passing year. On Jann’s 18th birthday, they went past the point of no return and entered the land where adults play and it was more intense than he had ever dreamed imaginable.

Jann’s kisses were oh-so-sweet, which sent his mind spinning, and as he sucked and moulded her soft, yet firm breasts, he slowly, but carefully, entered her juicy love canal – piercing the thin piece of telltale virgin skin. She screamed in pain and he stopped instantly and began kissing her lightly on her ruby red lips. She responded and when her breathing became more controlled, he continued easing his manhood into her silky tight opening.

They were in the missionary position down by the river and he lifted her long, luscious legs over his shoulders so that he could enjoy the visionary splendour of the moment. He could not believe how soft and silky her skin felt against his own and was unable to keep his hands from her breasts, as he continually squeezed and pawed them lovingly. His thrusts became faster and harder, and breathing, fevered and erratic, as they were soon, both lost in this unison of pure bliss. Before he realized, he had ejaculated deep inside her and so he remained there for sometime as he gently kissed her lips, her neck, her shoulders and her breasts. He licked her nipples and marvelled at the way she arched her back so that her breasts pointed upward as if hungry for his touch.

****

They were walking hand in hand, down the country lane that lead to the river, which flowed past the northern end of the little town where she was born and grew up in. She was deliriously happy and as he unclasped their hands and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her in closer to him, she felt she was on cloud 9, and she wrapped her arm around his waist. His hand rested lightly on her right breast and wearing only an oversized t-shirt and bra, her nipple became erect when his fingers brushed it, as they walked. A power of emotion attacked her pelvic area and she hugged him tight.

The sun shone brightly this day and as they neared the river, he stopped suddenly, checked to see that they were quite alone, then asked Jann if she could strip for him – for he longed to see bursa eve gelen escort and feel her once more. She was somewhat embarrassed, but felt excited at the same time, so she obliged his request and within moments, stood before him – naked. They continued walking and as her breasts bounced about – happy to be free from their confines, he found it difficult to keep his fingers at bay, as they worked their way into moist, dark crevices and slid over soft curves. Arriving at the secluded area where she had lost her virginity the week before, he turned to face her and focussed intently on every curve and crevice. Kneeling in front of her, he eased her bottom lips open wide enough to quench his thirst for her sweet juices. She began squirming in response to his tongue deep inside of her and her legs felt like jelly as moans drifted along in the breeze. They stopped suddenly, yet muffled moans continued.

Following the sound, they spied Denise, Richard and Dean engaged in a threesome behind the bushes some 100 yards further along the riverbank. Jann was somewhat taken aback at what she saw. Denise was completely naked and on all fours with Richard’s mammoth tool in her mouth, while Dean was pumping furiously from behind. Jann watched as her friend’s slit opened and closed with each thrust and she became filled with an aching desire to be experiencing the same thrill as her friend.

As if he could read Jann’s mind, he lead her away from the threesome and back to their own secluded spot – where he laid her down gently, and brought her legs up and on either side of her perfect breasts. As if in a trance, he saw only those intoxicating lips – parted slightly, and that engorged love bud, as he undressed in record time. He knelt, straddling her waist and bent over to kiss her lightly on the lips. Jann wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. Their loving embrace tightened as their lips seemed pasted together. His hands were on either side of her face as he slid his tongue into her partly opened mouth and searched for hers. She touched his tongue nervously with her own, and soon, they were both lost in a whirlpool of twirling tongues and writhing bodies.

He disengaged from their passionate embrace and sitting up straight, offered her a taste of his manhood. Jann was horrified at first, but then remembered the pleasure her friend seemed to be having, so she began by licking the clear gooey substance which oozed from it’s tip. It tasted salty, but not disgustingly so, as she wrapped her lips around the top edge. He began to drive his tip in and out of her mouth – each thrust getting deeper and deeper until she was gagging on his full girth. Her head tilted back automatically to receive it all as he pumped faster and faster into her mouth.

He was on the verge of one almighty climax and with one last thrust deep into Jann’s throat, he filled her mouth with jism which ejected with such force that she gagged, and it oozed from the sides of her mouth and down her chin. She tried to swallow as much as she could, when he withdrew and rested his now disengorged member between her beautiful breasts – covering them with saliva and cum residue. The feeling of her soft mounds of flesh massaging his quieted tool, sent him reeling into another spasm of sexual excitement and he found his member rising once more, to the occasion.

He repositioned himself between her legs and gently forced his finger into her love hole. Inside, he wriggled it around and then began poking it in and out. He pulled back the foreskin surrounding her sensitive clitoris with his other hand, and leaned forward to suck on it. Jann was on another planet as wave after wave of emotion attacked her deep within. She could not control these attacks any longer and she shuddered and wailed to a roaring climax – her hands firmly attached to his head as she held him tight. He stopped, licked her lovingly, then lifted himself and entered her with one thrust. Jann squealed with discomfort as her tight vaginal walls struggled to expand to the size of this sudden invasion. He began pumping – slowly at first, görükle escort but then – gaining momentum, he was soon speeding along like a bullet train. Jann was by now, in a frenzy of delight and became uncontrollable as she bucked and squirmed to his deep, penetrating thrusts. For the second time in their lives, they were both lost in the abyss of pure bliss and for the second time, he deposited his millions of tadpoles deep inside her womb.

“Bravo! Yeah! Wo-hoo!” It was Denise, Richard and Dean – now fully clothed, looking on and cheering, Squatting on the rise above, Denise’s skirt was up around her waist and the boy’s fingers were having a field day as they poked and prodded in between her legs, leaving her squirming and wriggling as they watched the x-rated scene from their vantage point. Denise was cumming, so they continued to finger her vigorously until she shuddered ecstatically – holding tight to their arms for support.

It was useless running for cover, so Jann stood up and quietly dressed – Richard and Dean watched her like hawks as they brought Denise to her climax.

They walked home together – mainly in silence.

****

For the next few months, life could not have been happier for Jann – even her mother noticed a certain glow emanating from her daughter and she had her suspicions of why this could be so. Jann had been spending a lot of time with Sarah O’Reilly’s youngest boy lately – a nice enough lad, always polite and helpful – maybe it was time for the ‘sex’ talk.

It was nearing the middle of November and as they walked hand in hand down the country lane, which lead to the river, he stopped and told her he loved her. He told her he would always love her – even when he was away in the city studying for his agriculture degree. He drew her close to him and held her tight as he told her that he would be leaving at the end of November.

Jann felt as though a bombshell had exploded inside and shattered her innermost dreams and she tried hard to fight back the tears that swelled. How could she ever live without him? How could he ever consider leaving her? Breaking his hold, she ran from him, and could vaguely hear him calling after her –

“Jann! Jann! Look out!”

He reached her just in time to save her from tumbling over the edge and down the bank, into the deeper part of the river. It had been raining all week so the current had become rapid and the water level had risen considerably. Jann fell backward and landing on her ‘rear end’, looked up just in time to see him lose his balance and disappear over the side of the bank.

“No! Sean! Sean!”

Jann screamed in frantic desperation and she tried to scramble down the bank. His body had not resurfaced and he was either swept undertow, or he was stuck. Without hesitation, Jann jumped into the river and through the eerie haze, she saw his white t-shirt hooked on the roots of a tree. Swimming as hard as she could toward his lifeless form, she unhooked him, and they were free to drift upward, to safety.

As her eyes adjusted to the sunlight, she found herself sweeping along with the current and trying hard to keep his head above water, directed them both toward the waters edge – using the current to propel them. As scared as she was that he may die, or may be dead already, she tried hard to remember her first aid course manual for ‘drowning’ victims. Turning him over on his stomach, she pressed on his upper back in an effort to clear any water, which filled his lungs. His body convulsed and water spouted from his mouth and nose. Turning him on his back once more, she tilted his head back to open his air canals and after pinching his nose closed, she began breathing her air into him, and then retracting it – ever so lightly. She continued this for what seemed to her to be an eternity when she suddenly noticed blood oozing from a wound in the back of his head. She lifted his head to inspect the wound and began screaming uncontrollably. A branch had lodged itself deep into his brain, and he was quite dead. She stood up and ran, and ran, and ran.

****

On a beautiful Spring afternoon, they buried Sean O’Reilly in pastures green, which lay covered in a sea of white and gold dots.

Jann was silent throughout the service as she relived that day continually in her mind. She had wanted it to be the best day of her life, for she was going to tell him that she was pregnant with their child!

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It is Snowing

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It has started snowing, and the flakes fall gently downward so densely that it is hard to see the woods. The aroma of my coffee and the snow flick my heart and memory backwards in fast rewind to a day long ago, in a little port on the New England coast when it was snowing. For a change I was in the first liberty party of my ship, and I walked down the gangway in my dress blues and peacoat with all of the anticipation of a young sailor in a strange port on an adventure.

I wasn’t a “bar” guy. I didn’t drink and I didn’t want to see my shipmates drunk, so I didn’t go to the usual sailor dives. Instead I liked to wander in a new town and see what life was like in Connecticut in the winter.

After an hour of walking the streets and looking in Christmas decorated store windows I came to one of the old time diners that looked like it was made from the dining car of an old train. I went inside. An old gray man in a booth snorted in disapproval when I came in. Apparently he didn’t like young sailors on liberty in his town. I ignored him and went to the cup-worn counter and sat. After a few minutes a young woman came from the back. She smiled and asked me what I wanted and I told her coffee and a piece of apple pie. She served them, then went about her duties. I watched her young body move under the starched crispness of her waitress uniform as she worked. In a bit she returned with a coffeepot and refilled my cup. She made fresh coffee and the aroma filled the diner along with the smell of hamburgers and onions. “So how long you in town for?” She asked.

“Just the weekend, then we go south to Jacksonville.” I told her.

“Florida? I’d love to be going to Florida right now.” She said.

I shrugged. “One Navy base is the same as any other.”

“But the sunshine, and the warm weather. What kind of ship are you on?”

“A patrol boat. I’m Coast Guard.” I said.

She smiled. “Is that like the Navy?”

“We’re that hard nucleus of well-trained men that the Navy and Marine Corps form around in times of war and other national emergencies.” I quipped.

Her eyes widened. “Really?”

“Just kidding.”

She disappeared into the back for a long time, then came out with another piece of pie. “This one’s on me.” She said.

Some other customers came in and she served them and I ate my pie and drank my coffee and smoked a cigarette and she came back out after awhile and whispered “I get off in about fifteen minutes. If you want to wait you can walk me home.”

I waited.

Soon an older woman, dressed in the same kind of uniform, came in and brusquely walked to the back. The young waitress went in with her and I saw them talk for a few minutes, then she came out and smiled at me and sat on the stool and said “I’m ready when you are.”

The snow was deep enough to crunch under our feet as we walked along the sidewalk. Her name was Lucy. She was nineteen

and had hopes of someday going to school to learn how to be a beautician. She had moved out of her parents home when their drinking had become unbearable.

We passed the decorated store fronts again. “This is my favorite one.” She said, stopping in front of one that had toy trains rolling around a track that wended around dolls and sailboats and teddy bears and toy tea sets and Hopalong Cassidy cap guns in holsters. “It always makes me think of when I was a little girl.”

I opened my peacoat to get a cigarette out and she snaked her arm around my waist underneath it. She looked at me and blushed and smiled and lay her head against my arm. We walked on. I felt my heart pounding. I had never had this happen–this sudden interest by a girl. I looked down at her. She was pretty, and had auburn hair in which the snowflakes glistened. She smelled faintly of perfume and coffee and cigarette smoke and

hamburgers and onions. The street she led me down was in what looked like the warehouse section. We came to a doorway. “I live up there.” She said with apology in her tone. “It’s all I can afford on a waitress salary. Would you like to come up? I’ll make some coffee.”

The apartment was small; one big room with a bathroom off to one side, a kitchenette and a sofa that made into a bed. She took my coat and hung it in a wardrobe with hers and motioned to the sofa and she made coffee and sat down beside me to wait for it to brew. She turned on a radio that was playing Bing Crosby’s White Christmas. They didn’t have a lot of television in those days. “You can put your arm around me if you want.” She said.

I put my arm around her and she lay her head on my chest and I smelled her hair and I remembered San Juan. I had come in the service as an eighteen-year-old virgin. Sex was not allowed in those days. My first sexual experience was with a thirty-something hooker I met at the Texas Bar in San Juan; a “Cinco y

dos”, five for her, two for the room. It had been a very mechanical experience. She undressed, undressed me, inspected my cock, lay on the bed and waited. I was new to this, and I spent a few minutes lying between her legs looking at her there. She looked down at me in curiosity. bursa sınırsız escort “What?” She asked.

“I’ve never seen one.” I said. “You’re very pretty there.”

“Ay, mi’jo, que querido.” She said, smiling. She let me look for a little while longer, until my urgent nature took over and I moved upward, kissed her breast and then with her help slid it in. It was over in seconds. She took the rubber and threw it away, rinsed herself out and lay with her head on my chest until the half-hour was up. I remember holding her and occasionally kissing the top of her head. After that night I didn’t have to worry about having money. If I was broke she would go for “love”.

I kissed the top of Lucy’s head and she looked up and smiled. “Wait here.” She went to the kitchenette and poured two cups of coffee. “Would you like some blackberry brandy in it?” She asked.

We sipped the coffee with blackberry brandy and listened to Perry Como sing “Walking in a Winter Wonderland”. She snuggled, and I knew where this would wind up, but wasn’t quite sure how to get it started. She didn’t wait for me to fumble around. “You can get fresh if you want to.” She said.

I let my hand wander to the softness of her breast under her uniform. The rigidity of my cock under my thirteen button blues didn’t escape her. She touched it and my heart raced.

Then she began to unbutton buttons. When she got the front flap out of the way she found my cock with her hand and pulled it out of the fly of my underwear and hissed softly. At that point I was a mindless wreck. When she leaned forward and kissed it, I nearly passed out.

“Do you have any rubbers?” She asked.

“One, but I’ve had it for months.” I answered.

“I have some.” She went to her purse and took some out, then turned the sofa into a bed, and then came to me to unzip the back of her uniform. I unzipped it and she shrugged it off and stood there in bra and slip. She let me take them off, then her panties, then she turned around and I nearly swooned at her small firm breasts, the pink nipples, the soft contours of her middle, the soft crinkly fur of her mons. She finished undressing me and took my hand and led me into the bathroom.

It was an old clawfoot tub with a circular shower curtain rack over it. She turned on the water and adjusted the temperature and I watched the two halves of her bottom part to reveal the inviting darkness of her most private parts. When the temperature was right we got in and she closed the curtain around us and we washed each other.

If I didn’t pay enough attention to one or the other of her favorite spots she would guide my hand there and make soft sounds as I scrubbed it. In turn, I had to stop her from washing my cock after only a few minutes. I didn’t want to come that soon. We spent maybe half an hour in the shower, washing and rinsing and washing and rinsing until we were scrubbed of all previous sin. We got out and dried each other, then she led me by the hand back to the sofa-bed, where I sat while she poured more coffee and brandy. I watched her go about this the same way I had watched her in the diner, except this time I didn’t have to undress her mentally. Her body was exactly as I had imagined it to be back then.

We sat side by side on the bed, our feet stretched out, drinking our coffee and listening to somebody singing “Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow.” Huge snowflakes drifted past the window.

“Did you ever eat a girl?” She asked.

“No.” I answered. I had heard the other crewmembers talking of doing this, but I had never tried it.

“Would you do it to me?” She asked.

“Do you like it?” I asked.

“Yes. My cousin did it.” She said.

“Your cousin?”

“He taught me a lot of things that I like.” She said.

“But your cousin?”

She grinned. “He’s very good looking, and very gentle. But he got married, so we don’t do anything anymore.” She giggled.

“Our parents left us alone together once. We played doctor. Then when we got older, we kept playing doctor.”

“And he… He ate you? Down there?”

“Yes.” She set her coffee down on the bedside table and opened the drawer and took out a book called “Sexual Positions for Newlyweds.” She opened it to some drawings of a man and a woman doing things. “We looked at this book. Then when he got married, he gave it to me.” She said. She thumbed through the pages until she found the picture captioned “Proper way to perform cunnilingus.” “We did this.” She said. Then she pointed to another captioned “Proper way to perform fellatio.” “And this.” She said with a giggle.

“And you want me to do that?” I asked.

“Yes. You do it to me and I’ll do it to you.” She said. “But don’t come in my mouth.”

I finished my coffee and felt myself blush as I set the cup aside. I looked at her and her eyes went dark as the irises grew

to black holes. Her lips parted slightly and I could hear her breathe. I moved down between her legs and looked at her pussy.

It was barely covered with soft hair, and I could easily see her two outer lips, and the bursa üniversiteli escort pink ridge of her inner parts peeking coyly between them. I spread the lips apart and she gasped softly, then I steeled myself and lowered my face.

She made a sound like she had been scalded when I touched my mouth to it. I looked up quickly. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, no, keep going.” She said.

I looked down again. I could smell the young woman and soap smell of her, and her clitoris and inner lips glistened with moisture. I lowered my face again and tentatively touched my tongue to it, then took her clitoris into my mouth and sucked on it as if it were a nipple. She moaned and lifted her hips and ground her pubic bone against my face and looked down at me with eyes that saw through me and breath that came in rasping gasps.

Suddenly she pulled my face away with both hands in my hair.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No. It’s just that I… I’ve never come that way before.” She said.

“Do you want to? I’ll keep it up if you want to.”

“Not yet. Let me do it to you once.” She said.

We switched places and she looked up at me with a blushing smile and held my cock in her fingers and that alone was the most delicious feeling I’d ever had, then she lowered her face and for the first time in my life I felt a mouth take my cock into it. She sucked on the tip for a few seconds, then lowered her face until it was nearly all the way in her face and I was amazed that she didn’t gag on it. “I’m going to come if you keep it up.” I said.

She grinned around it and pulled away with a slurping sound like she was eating an all-day sucker or an ice cream cone and grinned. “Do you like it?”

“A lot.” I said.

She moved back up the bed beside me and opened the book again and found a drawing of the woman on top of the guy and said “Can we try this?”

“If you want.”

She tore open one of the rubber packs and unrolled it on to my cock and then straddled me and guided it into her. It was different from the time in San Juan. That woman was not moist and slippery; Lucy was. My cock slid right into her and she moaned and touched around it with her fingers and then lay forward on me and held me tight. “You can come if you want.” She said. She shoved her hand down between us and I felt her fingers moving rapidly down there. “This is my favorite.” She breathed in my ear.

I held her bottom and my finger inadvertently touched her sphincter muscle and she mewled softly. I explored it and she began to breathe even harder, and my own body took over and I arched my hips upward into her and pressed on the little puckered button of her bottom and then everything was out of my control. “I’m coming.” I said.

“Me too.” She said, and she worked her hips and bottom against me and my heart kicked into orgasm mode and I came and came. I could feel her heartbeat at the very instant it went

orgasmic and it pounded throughout her body.

It lasted for what seemed like hours, maybe even years, and then it slowed and slowed and finally stopped. She breathed heavily into my ear and I put my arms around her and held her in place and my cock grew impatient with my efforts to keep it involved and finally just dropped out and lay in a latex coated wad. She rolled off of me and looked at it, then took the rubber and flushed it down the toilet. She returned with a warm washcloth and wiped me off and it felt so very good. Then she lay beside me and kissed me and we listened to “Santa Clause is Coming to Town” by Gene Autry.

“We came together.” She said, snuggling into my arm again. “That’s supposed to be good. Like our souls got all mixed in with each other.”

“Can they do that?” I asked.

“Sex isn’t just about the body.” She said. “Our souls can have sex, too.”

“How?”

“Well…” She drew imaginary pictures with her hand as she explained. “Just imagine that we are together flying in the room and we are naked and we are making love. We swirl around, except instead of just putting your thing in me, your whole soul goes into mine and now we’re like one soul, except I got you inside of me and you got me inside of you.” She giggled. “And when we come, we can each feel it from the inside out, like I can feel what you feel when you come, and you can feel what I feel when I come.”

Funny thing is that I could see what she was talking about, and could see us floating around the room inside each other and coming and feeling each other’s way of coming.

After she explained it she lay still for awhile, then moved her head downward and took my flaccid cock into her mouth and sucked on it and it grew hard again.

“Can you come again, yet?” She asked.

“Not yet I don’t think.” I said.

She let my cock flop out of her mouth and snuggled back on my arm with her head on my chest. “Let’s sleep awhile, and then maybe we can do it again.”

It was dark outside when I woke again. She was frying eggs.

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Just ten o’clock.” bursa anal yapan escort She said. “I thought you might be hungry. Egg sandwiches are easiest.”

I watched her as she cooked and wondered it this was what married life was really supposed to be like, where she is naked all the time and so am I. I decided that if I ever got married it would be to someone like Lucy, who liked to be naked, because I liked to look at her naked.

She brought the sandwiches to the bed and we listened to “Oh Come all ye Faithful” while we ate. She giggled. “What?” I asked.

“Oh come all ye faithful.” She said. “Are you ready to come again?”

“I will be when I finish this.” I said.

She pulled the book on her lap and we looked at it as we ate. “I want to try this and this.” She said. The first one was “The 69 Position.” And the second was “Doggy Style.”

I decided that the 69 position wasn’t as entertaining as it looked. It divided my attention. It was fascinating to have that view of her, though. She was above me, sucking heavily on my cock, and I was licking her pussy, and in that position I had a good view of her anus. I had never really seen a girl’s anus. It seemed to look feminine and delicate. I could smell a faint onion-sweat smell around it. It wasn’t at all distasteful. I spread her cheeks and she let my cock out of her mouth. “Are you looking at my ass?” She asked.

“Yes.”

“Ohh.” She said softly. She got up and found another rubber and put it on me. “Do it doggy style.” She said. “And look at my ass.”

I knelt behind her and slid my cock in and felt again the warmth of her insides. I spread her ass and looked at her anus and she moaned. “Do you like me to look there?” I asked.

“Yes.” She moaned. “It makes me feel so… So wicked. Put a finger in. But just a little bit.”

I put a finger into it and felt how hot she felt in there and the image of my finger going into that little aperture drove me to new heights of arousal. “Now I’m going to come.” I said.

She reached down and I felt her fingers move, first around my cock, then she began to work her clitoris brusquely with her hand and again we came, only this time I was a little ahead of her. I felt her anus alternately clasp and unclasp my finger as she came. When it had passed she lowered her body, pulling away from both my cock and my finger. “Go wash your hand now.” She said.

She was even more affectionate when I returned to the bed. She kissed me over and over again on the side of my face, my shoulders, my neck and finally my mouth.

“When do you have to go back to your ship?” She asked.

“Not until Sunday night.” I said.

“So we have all of tomorrow and most of Sunday?”

“When do you have to work again?”

“Monday.”

“If you want.” I said.

“This is too fun to stop.” She said.

“I have to take a… I have to pee.” I said.

She followed me into the bathroom. “Can I hold it?” She asked. She stood behind me with her chin on my shoulder and tried to guide my cock as I urinated. She missed at first, and finally got it aimed in the right irection. “Now I have to go, too.” She said. She wiped up the missed spot with a wad of toilet paper and sat down with her legs open. “Want to watch me pee?”

I watched as the yellow water drained from her and she giggled. “Nobody ever watched me pee before.” She said.

“Do you like it?”

“I like being naked. I like having you look at me.” She said.

“Not if you do number two.” I said.

“No. Not that.”

We knelt on a trunk she had beneath the window and she opened the shades and we felt sinfully nakedly exposed to the world, though no one was out there. The snow glistened in the street lights and we made ice crystals on the glass with our breath. She wrapped her arms around mine and kissed my shoulder. “Will you… Will you eat me again?” She asked.

“You peed. You have to wash it first.” I said.

“Come on, we’ll take another shower and you can wash it.”

I ate her until my tongue was sore, and she in turn sucked me. I grew hard, but I knew it would be a long time before I could come again. I told her so.

“So you can’t come right now?”

“No.”

She blushed, then giggled. “Want to put it in without a rubber?”

“Yes.” I answered.

She pushed me over on my back and straddled me and watched as it went into her. It was my first time without a rubber and it felt entirely different. She was slippery wet and hot and soft and I thought I could even feel the pink of her. She probed around the edges of her vagina where my cock stretched them slightly, then rubbed her clitoris for awhile, then lay forward with her fingers working on her. “Can you come again?” I asked.

“Maybe.” She breathed. She took a piece of skin gently between her teeth and worked her fingers and I reached down and found her anus again and pressed on it and she moaned and humped and worked and I actually felt her build a come inside herself. She huffed harder, worked until I felt sweat on the side of her face and then she yelped and whined and made a soft howl as it swept through her heartbeat thumped against my chest as she came. She drew it out for as long as possible, working her hips, her fingers, her mouth, her breathing. As she slowed, then slowed, then slowed she relaxed and lay still with my hard cock in her. I kissed the sweat-wet hair on her temple. “How was it?” I asked.

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Tuesday Morning, Harmony Church

There was a part of Nathan that felt free and another part that felt like he was heading to meet his executioner. He was prepared to do whatever was necessary to just move on, to be left alone and to finish school, but he had no idea what Pastor Stephens had in mind, or what his parents would do. But he knew that nothing would stop him from seeing Shelby, or from continuing to make love to her. His love for Shelby filled the emptiness that he felt when he realized that his faith had been misplaced.

They trudged into the church office, and Mrs. Proctor wordlessly motioned for them to go to Pastor Stephens’ office. His parents had barely said a word all morning, and he detected tension, and a little fear, in the way that they were acting. They walked down the hall past the small office that Pastor Cullum used, to the big office that the church’s leader used. James knocked on the door, and the familiar voice rumbled, “Come in.”

The distinguished looking minister looked extra imposing behind his huge, carved wooden desk, and he had set the office up so that he was towering over any visitor. Nathan looked around the impressive office, with its pictures of the congregation going back decades, photos of Pastor Stephens with politicians, including five governors, President Reagan and both Bushes, certificates of appreciation and proclamations on the wall, and more books and bibles than many small libraries.

They sat in the small, uncomfortable visitor chairs and waited for Pastor Stephens to give them his attention. In the past, he had always been pleasant and solicitous of Nathan’s parents, who were long-time congregants and leaders of their generation, and of Nathan, who had long appeared to be one of the true believers and young leaders. Today, however, Pastor Stephens was treating them like they all had been called to the principal’s office for misbehavior.

Finally, the grey haired minister looked up and said, in a low voice, “Nathan, I’m very, very disappointed in you.”

Nathan felt the blood rush to his face and the competing emotions of anger and embarrassment fight for supremacy in his mind. He decided to stay quiet and wait.

“We have always counted on you to do the Godly thing, but now, you seem to be under some evil influences.”

At that veiled reference to Shelby, Nathan’s eyes narrowed to slits, as Pastor Stephens continued, “I have heard a number of reports about your misbehavior and violation of the rules of the church and of the Lord, and I want you to apologize to me, to Pastor Cullum, to your parents and to the congregation.”

Hearing that, anger began to win the fight for Nathan’s emotion, and he clenched his fists, but held his tongue.

The minister turned his gaze to James, “And I’m disappointed in you, James, and Marcia, because you failed to stop this behavior before it crossed the line.” James and Marcia lowered their heads.

“It is clear to me that you need my help again, so here is what is going to happen. We will be expelling Shelby from school and her parents from the church—we took a chance on them, and clearly they are not Godly people.”

Nathan felt that his head was about to explode, but Pastor Stephens kept talking, so he clenched his fists tighter. “You, Nathan, will not see her anymore. You will apologize, in writing to Pastor Cullum and to me, on behalf of the congregation. You will do 30 hours of volunteer work for the church before graduation, at my direction. James and Marcia, you will meet with Pastor Cullum to discuss your parenting skills, so that we do not have this problem with young Thomas, and I will expect a generous donation from your family this year because of the trouble that you have caused. Is that understood?”

Nathan watched his parents meekly nod and accept the conditions, but he could not. He stood up, so that Pastor Stephens no longer loomed over him and yelled, “I do not accept. It is unfair for you to discipline Shelby more than me. And anyway, I know that you are a hypocrite, my parents are hypocrites and liars, and so is Pastor Cullum. Everything you have told me since I was a baby is, is, is, bullshit.”

The outburst, and especially the profanity, shocked Nathan’s parents and the minister, who responded, angrily, “Young man, that language is uncalled for. And what do you mean by your insults to me and your parents?”

James interrupted, in a low defeated voice, “Thomas, he knows.”

“Knows what?” Pastor Stephens asked warily.

Nathan jumped in, “I know that my mother was pregnant with me when they were married and that you helped them cover it up. I also am pretty sure that Pastor Cullum is not pure, and is also a nasty, vicious man. I will not apologize. Instead, I will tell everyone about this, and the marriage certificate is proof of all of your lies. And I bet that if I looked harder, I could find some more similar situations.”

Pastor Stephens turned to James and growled, “Look what you have done.”

James looked like he had been slapped. bursa escort bayan “We did this together, and I never thought that it would come to this.”

Pastor Stephens looked at his congregants and saw their pain. And he realized that if Nathan was serious about exposing his willingness to marry couples who had engaged in sinful behavior, it would not only erode his authority, it might lead to prying that would expose his other secrets. He decided to see what he could do to defuse the situation.

“Son, sit down,” he said to Nathan in a consoling voice. “What can we do to prevent you from embarrassing yourself, your family and the church?”

Nathan thought. He didn’t care about embarrassing “the church” which he realized really meant its leader, but his parents didn’t deserve being the butt of gossip. They had fallen prey to the same emotions that he and Shelby had, and he could not condemn them for that. Or even for trying to cover it up to protect their reputations and him. But he could not forgive their hypocrisy. He looked at Pastor Stephens and said, “Here is what I would like. First, nothing happens to Shelby or her parents. We finish school and graduate like nothing happened. No written apologies to anyone.” He looked at his parents, “Shelby and I continue to see each other. We promise to be discreet, and to be safe, so that history doesn’t repeat itself. Also, I think that I will not go to Tabernacle Bible College next year. I’m going to go to community college for a year, and work.”

“Is that it?” The minister responded.

Nathan felt like he might still have one more card to play. “No. I want you to fire Pastor Cullum.”

Pastor Stephens looked at James and Marcia, who nodded. He turned to Nathan and said, “We will agree to all of those conditions, except that I will not fire Pastor Cullum—” he raised his hand to stop Nathan from interrupting, then continued, “I will speak with him, and if he has not been truthful, I will consider letting him move on to another post. And you, young man, you have to promise that nothing that was said in this room is repeated to anyone inside or outside of the congregation. And that you will not encourage any of your friends to behave in the way that you and Shelby have.”

Nathan realized that it was not all he would want, but it was a good deal for him and Shelby. He was surprised at how easily Pastor Stephens gave up, but he decided not to worry about that. He stood and offered his hand to the tall, thin minister. “We have a deal, Pastor Stephens.”

They shook, and Nathan noticed the older man give his parents a withering look before saying, “You may go. Nathan, I expect you to go directly to school. You may get a late pass from Edith—I mean Mrs. Proctor.”

Nathan nodded, and he and his parents left the office and started walking down the hall. After a few steps, James put his hand on Nathan’s shoulder and said, “Stop.” Nathan turned to face his father. “Were you really willing to destroy our reputation for that girl?”

“Shelby,” Nathan responded. “Her name is Shelby. And yes. You were prepared to stop me from seeing the woman that I love to protect your reputation. But it all works out, right? Everything gets swept under the rug, and nobody gets hurt.”

“You think you are so clever, don’t you?” James replied.

Marcia interrupted. “James, leave the boy alone. Somehow, he is making this all work.”

“Only because Pastor Stephens agreed to protect us, again,” James replied.

“Dad, don’t you get it? He only wants to protect himself. He doesn’t care about you or me or mom.”

“That’s ridiculous. Let’s say you released our marriage certificate, everybody would know we were sinners, but Pastor Stephens would just say he was trying to help out two kids in trouble. He would look good, not bad.”

Nathan thought about that, and couldn’t think of a good answer. “Dad, it doesn’t matter, does it? He agreed, we agreed, and it is done.”

“I guess so,” James said, unconvinced. “We have to get to work, and you need to get to school. Get your pass from Mrs. Proctor, and we will see you tonight.”

Marcia hugged her son as they left the building, and Nathan turned to get his pass from the church secretary.

Nathan took the paper from the middle-aged secretary, but she didn’t let go immediately.

“Are you O.K., Nathan?” she asked.

“Yes, very good, Mrs. Proctor.”

“Everything went O.K.?”

“Yes.”

Mrs. Proctor looked a little surprised, and let go of her end of the pass. “Nathan, let me know if you ever need anything.”

It was Nathan’s turn to be surprised, but he responded, “um, sure, thanks Mrs. Proctor, I have to get to class.” He ran out of the building toward the school, and Shelby.

Nathan walked the quiet halls of the school and slipped into his second period class, handing Mr. Burgess the pass. Shelby sat in the front, and their eyes met. Her eyes opened silently questioning Nathan, and he allowed her to see a brief smile as he walked to his desk bursa bayan escort in the back of the classroom.

After class, Shelby was waiting for him at the door to the classroom and as they walked out into the hall she whispered, “How did the meeting go?”

“Better than expected,” Nathan whispered back. “We need privacy—let’s talk at lunch.” Her smell made Nathan’s nerves tingle, and he desperately wanted to kiss her, but he knew that it was not the time or place. They separated to go to their third period classes, and Nathan “accidentally” brushed his arm against hers. She smiled back at him, appreciating the ruse.

When lunch finally came around, Nathan met Shelby and they again sat alone at a table away from their friends.

“What happened?”

Nathan had decided not to try to hide any of the details, and he gave her a blow-by-blow of the meeting, including his decision to go to community college for a year. He didn’t tell her that he hoped to be able to transfer to her college, or one nearby, after the first year.

“That’s incredible,” she replied, wanting very badly to kiss Nathan for his loyalty to her.

“But there is one thing that bothers me,” he said quietly.

“What?”

“That Pastor Stephens gave in so easily. My dad pointed out that even if I disclosed my parents’ lie, it would probably make them look bad, but not Stephens or the church. I wonder if he is going to double cross us.”

Shelby thought about the situation, and it did not make sense. “Unless,” she said slowly, “unless he has more to hide.”

That possibility had not occurred to Nathan and he pondered the possibility. Nothing that anyone connected to the church did would surprise him at that point. “Maybe you’re right,” he said, “but what?”

Shelby shrugged, and they turned their attention to lunch, occasionally accidentally on purpose brushing their arms or legs against each other. As they cleaned up their trays and garbage before their afternoon classes, Shelby said, “back to the group tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’m tired of acting like an outcast.” He was surprised to see Shelby frown. “But you are more than worth it,” Nathan said, and he was rewarded with a radiant smile, whose heat he felt all the way to his crotch. They went off to their separate classes, hoping that things would be calm until graduation.

Later that night, Nathan’s house

Dinner had been awkward, and it was clear that Nathan and his parents had a long way to go to repair their damaged relationships. Luckily, Tommy was oblivious and filled the dinner table with his childish babble so that the silences between Nathan and his parents were less painful. After dinner, Nathan legitimately had work to do for his AP classes, and went to his room. It was not until after 10 that he was able to take time to call Shelby.

“I was hoping you would call,” she said

“How could I not? I missed you,” Nathan responded.

“I’m really proud of what you did today,” Shelby said.

“Thanks. I can’t believe that I was able to pull it off. You’ve given me the strength to stand up to them.”

“You always had it in you. Maybe I’ve helped you see things differently.”

Nathan thought about how much he wanted to see Shelby, and he paused, thinking about her body. “You have made me think. About a lot of things.”

“I’m glad,” she said huskily. “You make me think about things, too.”

There was a pause. Nathan broke the silence. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“See you tomorrow.”

“Can’t wait.”

Nathan ended the call and laid on his bed, thinking for a while before getting ready for bed.

Wednesday Morning. Harmony Christian Life Academy

Nathan waited outside the school, waiting for the habitually late Shelby, who found the last spot in the student parking lot and ran toward the door, checking her watch. She smiled as she approached Nathan, oblivious to the stares of their schoolmates. Everyone knew that they had been called to Pastor Stephens’ office, and they watched Nathan and Shelby for some clue about why, or what had happened. There was little time left before homeroom, and, painfully without touching, they turned and hurried to their lockers.

Shelby stopped in front of hers, gave Nathan a meaningful glance, and he smiled, nodded and headed down the hallway to his locker to put away books and grab his morning books. When he opened his locker, he was surprised to see a sealed white envelope with the return address of the church embossed on it. The envelope was heavy, and he heard a metallic click when he picked it off the floor, sliding it into his notebook before rushing off to class.

Curious as to what was in the envelope, but unable to get any privacy during class, he struggled to pay attention to the lesson, and floundered embarrassingly when the teacher called on him. He took the criticism stoically, and tried desperately to take notes afterward, but the envelope kept intruding into his thoughts.

After bursa merkez escort class, Nathan ran to the bathroom, locked himself into a stall and tore open the envelope. There were two keys inside—one large, like a door key, and a smaller one. Nathan looked inside the envelope for a note, or something that would explain, but there was nothing. He heard the bell, and ran out of the bathroom to make sure he made it to class on time.

He made it to lunch before Shelby and sat at what had become their private table, rather than attempt to rejoin their friends. Shelby saw him and looked at him quizzically, and Nathan pointed to the chair next to him. Shelby got her lunch and sat down.

“I thought we were going to rejoin polite society today,” she noted.

“Yeah, but something has come up.”

“What?” Shelby asked.

“When I opened my locker this morning, there was an envelope with two keys.”

“What do they open?”

“I have no idea,” Nathan answered. He reached into his notebook, keeping it under the table, and pulled out the envelope, handing it to Shelby under the table. She opened the envelope and peered at the keys.

“The big one looks like a key to a door or something and the smaller one looks like a key to a filing cabinet,” she whispered. She handed the envelope back to Nathan and he slid it back into his notebook.

“That’s sort of what I thought. But where? And why?”

They were silent for a while, and ate their lunches. Shelby turned to Nathan and said, “You don’t think…?

“What?” Nathan asked.

“The church office?”

“But why? And who would do this?”

“I don’t know, but not many people have access to them, right?”

“I guess,” Nathan replied. “What should we do?”

Thursday, 2:00 a.m. Harmony Church

Nathan and Shelby stood in front of the church office door holding flashlights. Nathan could not believe that he had actually snuck out of his house. It was surprisingly easier than he had thought, but the walk to the church took a bit longer than he expected.

“Try the key,” Shelby urged.

Nathan took the larger key and, with trembling hands, inserted it into the lock. He turned it and felt a satisfying click. He pushed the door open and paused. No alarm—at least none that he could hear. They slid into the dark building and looked around using their flashlights.

“We better move fast, in case there is a burglar alarm,” Shelby whispered.

Nathan hadn’t really considered what would happen if the police came, and, he started to move quickly toward Pastor Stephens’ office, which they had decided was the most likely place to find a lock that fit the second key.

The Pastor’s office door was unlocked, and the two explorers entered and ran their flashlights over the office. Shelby walked behind the large wooden desk and saw a large, two drawer file cabinet. She motioned Nathan toward her, and he inserted the second key into the lock, which turned and popped out. Nathan opened the top drawer and saw a small ledger book and a portable hard drive. He looked at Shelby with a questioning look.

“Take it,” she hissed, with excitement in her voice.

Nathan took the book and drive out of the drawer and closed it. He opened the second drawer, and it was filled with old VHS tape and silver discs. Nathan pulled out a tape and it said, “Edith” and a date about 15 years earlier. He removed the tape and grabbed a handful of discs—each with the name of a woman and a date. The most recent disk, with a date about three months earlier, had the name “Amanda,” which they both knew was the name of one of their classmates, who had left school unexpectedly a few weeks before to take care of her sick grandparents. Nathan took that disk and few others and tossed them with the ledger and hard drive.

“Let’s get out of here,” Shelby whispered.

Nathan closed and locked the cabinet, grabbed the pile of stuff and followed Shelby out of the office. They quickly made it down the hall and out of the church office. Walking away from the church, they whispered their speculations, both worried about what they would find, and what would happen to them if they were caught.

When they got to the point where they needed to separate, Nathan put down his burden and took Shelby into his arms. He craved her touch, and when she pressed her body against his, he immediately got aroused. Shelby wiggled her hips against him while they kissed. Although he didn’t want it to end, Nathan pulled away, panting. “I need to get home and see if I can figure out what we have here.”

They slowly parted and Nathan hurried home and quietly snuck back into his room. Turning on his laptop, he attached the hard drive and saw that it was filled with spreadsheets. He opened one, but saw only incomprehensible columns of numbers. Nathan couldn’t make heads or tails of them. He reached for the pile of discs and put the one titled Amanda into the DVD drive.

After a few seconds it began to run and a few seconds later, Nathan, horrified by what he was seeing, turned it off. He felt sick to his stomach. But he knew that he had to do something. But what?

He knew that he was in above his head, and he had only one choice. He picked up the laptop, the hard drive and the disc and walked down the hall to his parents’ room and knocked on the door.

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Based on a true story.

Jem’s freshman year at a Southern California university was coming to an end, and she was still a virgin. Even her plain and mousy roommate had lost her virginity a whole semester earlier. Jem was not an unattractive girl by any means, as she was toned, lean and athletic. In fact, she was admitted to the university on a volleyball scholarship.

Nevertheless, Jem took her mother’s advice and took her birth control pills daily ever since the week before she started attending the university. In fact, as Jem was standing in her kitchen, swallowing down a pill, she felt a sense of excitement washing over her. “Tonight, tonight will be the night, she thought to herself.”

Feeling quite a bit horny over the thought, Jem put down her glass of water and started trailing a fingertip over one of her pink nipples, which quickly reddened as it became hard. Jem continued to run her fingertip along her toned abs, down to her clean shaven pussy. As she rubbed her pink clit and pussy, the pussy juice begun to run down her legs. At this point Jem was fully aroused as she walked back to her bed. Jem got on her bed and begun to squeeze one tit at a time as she played with her soaking wet pussy with the bursa escort other. She inserted one finger into her tight pussy and moved it around. Jem tried inserting two fingers, but it became slightly uncomfortable, as she was still a virgin, so she removed the second finger. She started squeezing and rubbing her pussy from the sides with both hands, and before Jem knew it, she was coming. Her body shook and quivered as she let out a moan of ecstasy.

That night Jem had a date with Brandon, a tall and handsome chemistry major who was finishing up his junior year. Althought it was their first date, they had socialized with one another a few times at the volleyball games that Jem played in.

The plan was to go to a bonfire party after dinner. By the time they arrived, however, the party was mostly over and people were leaving. “Sorry, dude, you got here late,” one of Brandon’s friends called out as he packed up his black Range Rover. Within minutes, everyone was gone, but the bonfire was still burning.

“Well, we’ll just have our own party then,” Brandon told Jem as he pulled her in closer and gave her a smile.

“Yeah, I think it’s great that we’re the only two people on the beach anyway,” Jem bursa ucuz escort replied.

She put down the beach blanket and got on it, then pulled Brandon closer to her. Still feeling a little bit shy, she slowly started kissing her date. Brandon begun running one hand all over Jem’s perky and firm ass while squeezing a tit with the other. Jem let out a moan and started undoing his jeans zipper. Within minutes they were completely naked.

Brandon placed Jem on her back and quickly got on top of her. With a knee secured on each side of Jem’s body, Brandon cupped a tit in one hand and begun squeezing the hardened nipple, while sucking on the other. Jem moaned and writhed her body under Brandon’s weight as he slowly licked the center of her chest and moved downwards. His tongue flicked across her tit continuously as Jem let out moans after moans of pleasure.

Jem felt a strange heat coursing through her veins and her pussy juice kept on pouring out. Brandon hungrily lapped it up and stuck a finger in her tight and wet hot pussy. He then stuck in two fingers, then three and begun massaging the silky smooth pussy with them. Jem could no longer contained herself at this bursa elit escort point, and moaned and she begged, “I want you…fuck me already.”

Brandon let out a chuckle and teased, “Not yet.” He pulled Jem up and put his rock hard dick in her mouth. She begun sucking hungrily and rapidly, as though it was the most delicious thing that had ever been in her mouth. Jem licked and sucked, and trailed her tongue around the tip of his dick as he squeezed her ass.

Pushing Jem backwards, Brandon begun straddling on top of her. He spreaded her her legs and inserted his cock into her dripping wet pussy. Jem gasped at the pain and tears begun to come out from the corners of her eyes. Yet despite the pain, she grabbed Brandon’s ass and moved along with the motions as he pumped away.

Suddenly Brand flipped Jem over and placed her on her stomach. “Get on all four,” he commanded and she complied.

Grabbing her sides, Brandon stuck his dick again into her pussy from behind, and begun moving in and out, and he pushed his dick in deeper each time. This position allowed her to wholly feel Brandon’s dick inside her. Jem was in such a state of ecstasy that she could no longer think. Before she knew it, her body shook and she felt a sensation that was much more intense than any orgasm that she had ever had before. Brandon came soon afterwards, and they both collapsed on to the beach blanket. Jem smiled as she snuggled against Brandon’s chest, with pussy juice still running down her smooth inner thighs.

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Author’s Note: I want to thank those of you who liked and complimented me on this story. I was originally intending to do a series with Katy. However, so many of the really great comments pointed out some issues with this story. So, I decided that while I will leave this version as is, I am abandoning it as a series. Please come and read the re-worked story, called Paradise Bound. Thank you again, everyone, for encouraging this Literotica virgin!

*

My Dad was in the Army—an ex-drill instructor. He was intimidating as shit, so when I was little none of the neighbor kids wanted to come to our house. And when I was older and living on-post overseas, none of the boys would have anything to do with me once they found out whose kid I was. Wimps! I didn’t like boys anyway. What I liked was men.

And men liked me back. Oh, I knew exactly how attractive I was. I had long, strawberry blonde hair and light skin, freckled across my nose and cheeks a bit. I had big blue-green eyes and lush lips. My figure was lean and trim from years of dance. At five foot nothing and not quite a hundred pounds, I was dynamite in a tiny package. I turned heads everywhere I went.

During my Senior year in high school, I started going to my dad’s office after school a few times a week. It was on my way, but more importantly, there were a whole bunch of good-looking guys in that office! I was like a kid in a candy store—I wanted to lick them, everyone! I flirted outrageously with all of them. Some would flirt back. Some would give a quick, guilty look towards my Dad’s office door.

Sergeant Cutler, though, never said a word to me. I knew he looked at me. I knew he liked what he saw: his nose would flare just the tiniest bit. I wanted a real reaction, though. I wanted him to say something, to touch me. He’d just watch my ass as I walked away from him.

I didn’t start out targeting Sgt. Cutler. It took me a while to notice his non-responsiveness. When I did notice, it became a challenge to me. Each day at school, my mind would wander towards appreciating the picture in my mind that Sgt. Cutler made. He was tall, with a massive chest and biceps. I loved to see him in his OD tank shirt, that way I could visualize licking his coffee-with-cream colored skin. Then I would dream of a way to get a reaction from him.

Nothing worked though. If I stepped closer, he would step back. If I touched him, he would walk away. If I asked him questions, he wouldn’t answer. If he was sitting, I’d lean over so my shirt would fall away from my breasts—but he’d stand up, or walk away. The more he didn’t react, the more I wanted him.

******

Sgt. Cutler was an ex-DI, also. He was very much like my dad, and on the same career path, just about ten years behind my dad, which made him about ten years older than me. He was smart and funny and generous, although the guys under him thought he was a hard-ass and wished he’d lighten up. I knew a lot about him—I knew he was bi-racial, an army brat who didn’t fit in during his school days, who’d had more jobs than I can count, and had practically every award the Army gives out.

But all that I knew about the sergeant came from my dad. Dad liked him and truly valued him as his right hand man. I knew the sergeant looked up to my dad as a mentor. So, I figured that the mutual respect they had for each other was behind his non-reaction reaction to me.

One day in my Psychology class, the teacher started talking about so-called “reverse psychology.” Since I was actually paying attention that day, I was able to quickly see that this could give me a new, hopefully powerful, strategy for getting to the sergeant.

That afternoon, I walked into Dad’s office and did my usual flirting routine with all the guys. All the guys, that is, except Sgt. Cutler. Him, I walked coolly by, trying my hardest not to turn towards in any way. After speaking to my dad briefly, I walked back out, again seeming to pay no attention to the sergeant. As I rounded the corner, I heard the guys start to razz the sergeant, asking him what he’d done to piss me off. It stopped quickly, and I could just picture in my mind that all he’d done was stand up and give them That Look. I shivered as I thought that, and the idea that I’d like him to give me That Look popped into my head. My pussy tingled at the notion.

After the fourth day of Pretend-Cutler’s-Not-There, Dad asked me at dinner, “What’s up with you and Sgt. Cutler?”

“What do you mean, Dad?” I asked in my best innocent voice.

“Just wondering if he’s done something to make you mad at him, or something.”

I laughed to myself and replied, “Of course not, Dad.” I wondered if Dad had noticed on his own, or if Cutler had asked him to find out what was wrong. I hoped the latter.

The next day, as I made to walk past Cutler’s desk towards my Dad’s inner office, Cutler whispered out of the side of his mouth, “I know what you’re doing.”

Inside, I was giddy: I’d gotten a response out of him! Outside, I maintained escort bayan my cool, but on leaving, I whispered back to him, “Is it working?” Whereupon, he burst out laughing.

******

After that day, he no longer gave me the stone statue treatment, although he still wouldn’t let me touch him, nor would he flirt back. After about a month of friendly but brief interactions between the two of us, I screwed up the courage and asked him to go to a movie with me. He said no. I asked him why not? He said, “I don’t date little girls.”

I was embarrassed. I stomped out, fuming. ‘Little girl?’ Ugh! I was furious! How dare he call me a little girl! I’ll show him! Stomping my way home, I thought of a clever way to show him how much of a little girl I am NOT.

I spent the evening setting up my camera and taking test shots. When I figured I’d gotten the framing right, I stripped out of my clothes and started to put my bikini on, then paused. I reframed the shot, a little tighter and a little lower, then took my bikini back off. I hit the self-timer and stepped in front of the camera. It started clicking and I started to pose for it. I turned to the side a little. Then I thrust my boobs towards the camera a little. Then I realized I was getting wet and tingly and put my hand down to my puss to rub those wonderful tingly spots.

When I looked at the shots later, I knew exactly which one to use.

******

The next week, I set my school books down on Sgt. Cutler’s desk as we talked. The photo was face down on the bottom of the pile of books. When I picked up my books and walked away, I left the photo. I was creaming my panties so bad all the way home, imagining Cutler looking at the 8×10 glossy of a lithe, young body, breasts pressed between her arms. One arm down, fingers buried in her pussy. One arm across, fingers teasing an erect nipple. I imagined Cutler’s eyes bugging out as he picked the photo up. I ran to my room and threw my books down and tore my pants off. I wondered if Cutler would show the photo to the other guys and immediately, furiously started rubbing my puss to a huge orgasm.

It was several days later before I was able to face the sergeant again. I had no idea what his reaction was going to be. I rehearsed in my mind how it might go—and how I hoped it would go. I was not prepared for his actual reaction. As I walked into the big room, he sat, then lowered his head, cupping it in his hands. I approached his desk, full of apprehension. Quietly, and without looking at me, he asked, “You ARE 18, right?” I said yes. He looked me in the eye then, and said, “One movie.” I squee’d and jumped up and down. He groaned.

******

That Saturday, I met the sergeant at a movie theater off-post. I hugged him tightly for several seconds until he picked me up and put me away from his iron-hard body. “We are seeing this movie as friends, Katy,” he said. “No boyfriend-girlfriend kind of stuff. I only agreed to see this one movie with you because I was afraid of how you’d escalate your—your campaign. I am too old for you. Besides, your dad would kick my ass.”

I knew I had to make the most of this date. I held his hand. Touched his arm or his close-cropped hair. I called him Mike for the first time and whispered into his ear how much I liked older men. I kissed his cheek. I asked him if he thought I was sexy. If he liked my picture. If he masturbated to it.

“Enough!” he whisper-yelled. He dragged me from my seat and back out of the theater to our cars. I repeatedly tried to pull my arm from his grasp. When we reached the cars he let go of my arm. He sounded like he was in pain when he said, “Jesus, Katy! You can’t…don’t say…I’m…! Jesus!” Silence.

“I’m sorry Mike.” He looked out over the parking lot.

“Mike, I’m really sorry I was bad.” I pitched my voice a little lower, “I was a bad, bad girl.” His eyes went wide. “Maybe you need to punish me so I won’t be bad again.” Mike groaned and grabbed me by the arms, hauling me up his body, crushing me to him, then crushing his lips to mine. I whimpered in joy and ecstasy.

He pushed me away suddenly. “Katy, did I hurt you? My god, see? This is why we can’t….”

“Shhh” I said. I touched my fingers to his lips. “You didn’t hurt me. I wanted that. I loved that. I want more of that!” I curled my hand around the back of his neck and brought his lips down to mine. I kissed him softly, then pressed my tongue forward to taste his lips. He parted his lips and we kissed for hours, days, years. His hands ran up and down my sides, pressing me to him, molding our bodies into one. I felt his cock harden against me and realized how wet with want I was.

But the kiss ended and Mike stepped back. I could see he was going to try again to argue that we couldn’t see each other, but after that kiss, no way was I going to give him up. I jumped in my car and sped away before he could say anything.

*****

I stayed up most of the rest of the night reliving the entire thing. I realized that görükle escort he must have at least somewhat gotten past the age difference. Now, his excuse seemed to be Dad’s reaction. I didn’t really have any idea what Dad’s reaction might be to Mike and I dating, but I thought I could probably talk him around to it.

The next day, Sunday, I made Dad his favorite pancakes and bacon and fresh-squeezed orange juice. He thanked me for it and picked up the Sunday paper. About half-way through his pancakes, he put the paper down and looked me square in the eyes. “All right, Katherine, out with it. What is it you want?”

I sighed. Dad really did know me, I guessed. “Mike,” I replied. “Mike Cutler is what I want. Can I have him, Daddy?”

“Bat your pretty little eyes at me all you want, Katy, but he’s not mine to give.” Dad picked up the paper again and turned it to the Sports section.

“Da-a-ad!” I rolled my eyes. “Mike thinks you might have a problem with it if we dated. I want your okay to date him.”

“There’s a pretty big age difference there, Honey.”

“It hasn’t been a problem so far. I want a chance to find out if it would matter or not. He won’t give us that chance without your okay.”

Dad read some more of the paper. I waited quietly. He set down his paper, and, of all things, blushed! “Katy,” he said, “there are things about Mike that you don’t know, that make me leery of seeing you with him.”

“Dad! You respect and admire Mike! How could you say that?”

Dad sighed heavily, the blush remaining on his cheeks. He looked away from me. “Katy, Mike and I—we’ve—well—seen—t he same girls—a couple of times. That gives me a pretty clear idea of what he wants—in a—girlfriend.”

I had a strong notion that Dad was heavily censoring his comments. I also had a strong idea of what he was referring to. After all, these two men were about as dominant as you could get, just in their day to day lives!

Now it was my turn to blush. “Dad—I don’t know how to say this, but I’m not—as innocent—as you might like to think.” I put my hands up to forestall the explosion I could see coming. Hastily, I added, “I mean that I am, still—a virgin, but that, my girlfriends and I, well, we share information—stories—videos.” He was obviously relieved to hear that I was a virgin, but I saw storm clouds again after admitting I’d looked at porn.

I stood up so that I could turn away from my dad. This was such an embarrassing conversation to be having with him! “Dad: I want to become sexually active. I’m ready. I’m on the Pill. I want Mike to be the one. He would never hurt me and you know that. There’s no one alive that you could trust more to take care of me. Is there?” I turned back and saw that he wasn’t looking towards me. This was hard for him too, I realized.

“And, Dad, I think I have a pretty good idea of what Mike wants—in a girlfriend.” There was a long pause until I said quietly, “I want it, too.”

Dad sighed, “If I say yes, can we please never talk about your sexuality again?”

******

Dad evidently talked to him, because the next time I saw Mike he was a changed man. He stopped running from me. He called me. He asked me on dates. We hung out. He shared with me who he was, and I shared, too. We had long talks and asked each other everything we could think of. We made out every chance we got. The more comfortable Mike got with me, the more dominant he got. It felt so natural.

He told me when he was going to pick me up, where we were going, even what to wear. He ordered for me when we ate out. When we walked together, his hand was always at the small of my back. That never failed to make me feel cherished, safe, and, just a bit owned. He was constantly touching me, or playing with my hair, or brushing light, teasing kisses over my face.

I really reveled in his treatment of me. It made me feel like he was marking me and making me his. But it also felt like he was teasing me. It felt like the longest foreplay in the history of sex! After several weeks of it, I couldn’t stand it any more. I decided I was going to force his hand. It was a Friday night. Dad was out, probably for the night. I was to be ready at 6:00 for Mike, with my hair in loose curls down my back, wearing my short black skirt and tall black heels. Instead, when I opened the door to Mike that evening my hair was in a braid down my back. I was barefooted and wearing on old t-shirt of Daddy’s over boy-short style panties.

I affected an insolent look. “Yeah?”

Mike just stared for a moment, then, before I even knew what was happening, the front door was slammed and locked, my braid was in Mike’s fist, and I was being dragged down the hallway to my room. Mike pulled my shirt up over my head and back down my arms, but not off. That pulled my arms behind my back and thrust my tits out. Then he ripped my panties down my legs, but not off. I knew my confinement was more suggested than actual, but, God! I was getting so wet. This is bursa elit escort it!

Mike sat down on my bed and pulled me over his knees. He raised his hand and brought it down, swiftly, on my bare buttock. I yelped loudly. He did it again. I began trying to twist away. He pulled me tighter onto his lap—I could feel his cock pressed between us. He spanked me again and again, alternating buttocks. After, I think, ten, he stopped. I could see in my mirror that he was looking at the red handprints on my stinging ass. He rubbed them gently. He looked up and met my lust-glazed eyes in the mirror. “This is really okay with you?” he asked.

I nodded my head. “I know about safe words, and everything. Do you want me to call you ‘Master’?”

He flashed a smile and said, “No. Sir is fine. So, you know all about it, do you? Well, what do you want your safe word to be, Miss Knows Everything?”

“Red light” I said. “So are you going to fuck me now? God! I can’t wait!”

“Ahhh,” he said, “so that’s what your defiance tonight is about, is it?” I wiggled on his lap in response. He gave me That Look. “We do this my way or no way. Got it Little Girl?”

The look and tone of voice sent a frisson of apprehension down my spine. I nodded quickly and said, “Yes, Sir.”

“No, I don’t think you do. But you will.” He began to spank me again, but this time, I understood immediately that he had been holding way back, the first time. I began to scream in earnest.

Whack! Scream! Whack! Scream!

Suddenly, the door burst open and there was my Dad, gun drawn. He saw that Mike was with me—not some rapist, or something—and re-holstered his weapon and closed the door. In some part of my mind, I thought I’ll be mortified that Dad saw me bare-assed like this—later.

Mike finished the ten or twelve real spanks he was giving me, then thrust his thumb into my sopping wet cunt and fucked me with it while using his forefinger to tease and torment my clit. It didn’t take long before I was nearing the edge. “Mike! Mike, I’m…” He pulled his fingers away from me at the same time as he lowered his knees, dumping me unceremoniously on the floor.

He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. I felt faint—he was hung like a porn star! “Suck me off” he commanded. He pulled me towards him and I opened my mouth. “No teeth” he warned. I opened wider and began to engulf his cock in my mouth. I used my tongue to swipe and swirl as I bobbed my head up and down in his lap. After a few minutes, Mike palmed the back of my head and forced me further and further onto his cock. Soon, I was nose-deep in his pubes and having a hard time breathing. My mouth was filling with saliva. I tried swallowing repeatedly as Mike humped my face, then he held still and cried out, “Ahhh, god!” I felt warmth and tasted saltiness and swallowed, swallowed, swallowed.

I fell to the floor, chest heaving, eyes and pussy streaming. “My god, you’re beautiful” Mike said, panting in recovery, as well.

After another few moments, Mike stood up, zipped up, and walked out. “Well, shit!” I exclaimed. Guess I learned my lesson.

******

Saturday, noonish, Mike called. “You ready to behave?”

“Yes, Mike.”

“All right. Hair and clothes like you were supposed to wear yesterday. But no panties.”

“Yes, Mike.” I showered and shaved everything. I lotioned and perfumed myself. I brushed my hair until it shone. I put on a sparkly silver halter top that tied in the back at my neck and my waist. I pulled on the short black skirt that swirled around my upper thighs. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to behave myself in this outfit, I thought. Just thinking about the access that Mike would have to my body in it was making me drip. I slipped on the black fuck-me heels and turned this way and that to check myself in the mirror. I was not satisfied with the halter’s bow at my lower back, so I untied it and went in search of Dad.

He was watching football in the den, stretched out in his recliner. I blushed, remembering how he saw me yesterday. But I wanted to look perfect for Mike, so I asked, “Daddy, will you tie my bow for me, please?”

He looked at me, up and down my body. I caught his eye and smiled a little smile. He abruptly sat up in the recliner and growled, “Come here.” He put his hands on each side of my waist and pulled me towards him a little more. He tied a perfect bow for me. I turned and kissed his cheek, “Thanks, Dad.”

Dad touched the back of his hand to my cheek and said, “You’re welcome, Beauty.” The doorbell rang. “Ah, and there’s your Beast.” He walked me to the door, his hand on my naked back in the same manner that Mike always used. He opened the door and kissed me on the cheek, saying, “Have a good time, Baby.”

After the door shut, Mike looked me up and down, slowly. He was a wolf and I, a tasty snack. I gave a little shiver of sexual acknowledgement. My nipples pebbled under his gaze. “Satisfactory?” I almost moaned.

“Let’s find out” he said, and led me to the car. After I sat, he said, “Show me that you’ve obeyed me.” I gawped at him. “Show me!”

“Yes, Sir!” I pulled up my skirt and closed my eyes. I knew my cheeks were flaming. I heard a camera click and let go of my skirt. “What are you doing, Mike?!” I was in a near panic.

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Stef tossed and turned but finally gasped awake as the vivid dream broke to reality. She sat upright in bed, panting from the intensity of her subconscious thoughts. Her mind raced as she glanced at the clock. It was 6:55 AM, and it would sound to music in five minutes. She needed to get up to go shopping even as she slumped back to her pillow.

‘Oh, god,’ she thought, as she tried to recall what she had just been dreaming.

She remembered being in a lovely meadow with Cole. They were enjoying the day together, picnicking, when suddenly somehow there were two of him, then four, then eight, and sixteen…they were all standing around her, naked, and with big hard cocks pointing towards her equally naked body. They closed in around her and the huge snake-like cocks probed her mouth, cunt, and ass as if searching for points of entry. She remembered lifting her hands to ward them off only to have grasped two of them while the others moved closer. Her body trembled with fear and shook to try and stave off the attack but the brazen cocks pressed their assault.

‘No, too many,’ Stef remembered thinking.

However, no…it was not fear, it was lust. She wanted them. She needed them, but not all at once. They were too numerous. They threatened to overwhelm her senses and abilities. She wanted to service them all in turn but they were impatient and attacking as one. She felt one enter her pussy as another pushed against her wet luscious lips. One entered her mouth as several others caressed her face. The one in her pussy probed deeply as yet another teased her rear entrance. Stef jerked the two in her hands, wanting them to coat her tits in their come even as two others teased her distended nipples.

The lust-filled gangbang continued as Stef fought to get each of Cole’s beautiful cocks off in turn. Her body began to flow with repeated discharges of their seed. It coated her tits and face and ran in rivulets down her sides. She moaned and climaxed continuously as different cocks fucked her cunt and spewed gallons of cum into her and onto her belly. She heaved and climaxed in never ending waves as the cocks served her every need. Her body was spasming on the ground, but it was then she awoke. She was unable to absorb another ounce of pleasure. Completely sated and covered in come, the intense pleasure of the moment overwhelmed her.

‘Oh, geez…,’ Stef groaned, recalling the intensity of the feelings.

Her hand slipped below the covers and down to her abdomen. Her hand approached her mound just as the alarm sounded and music filled the room. She reluctantly extracted her hand to hit the snooze alarm button for another ten minutes.

‘Shit,’ Stef thought. ‘I got to get up or I’m going to be late to meet Kendall and Michelle.’

Her hand stole once again beneath the covers. She could feel the swell of her pussy and the wetness that was already there. Her fingers teased over the panty-covered surface of her sex, feeling the moistness and the aching desire.

‘Fuck, I got to get up,’ she groused to herself, wishing she had time to use the toy Jordan had given to her for her birthday.

When she had first opened the box with the vibrator, she looked curiously at the strange gift. She thought he was weird giving her such a nasty and dirty thing. But since that day, her vibrating toy had come in handy many times. Today would not be one of them though as she needed to get going.

Stephanie got out of bed, hit the off button on the alarm, and headed for the bathroom that adjoined her room with her younger sister’s. Stacy was only in eighth grade and just starting to think about boys. Stef had talked with her sister several times on the subject but reserved much of her real opinions of boys and sex for sometime in the future.

After showering, she got ready for the mall to try on prom gowns. She put on a strapless bra and brightly colored thong. She knew she would probably be sharing dressing rooms with Michelle and Kay at some point so she wanted to have on nice underwear. Plus she didn’t want to worry about panty lines or straps as she tried on various style dresses.

Stef was ready at the appointed time and they all headed off to the mall. Kendall knew she was going to the prom with Kyle and Michelle had been asked by Wally and John. She was leaning toward accepting John’s offer but had yet to commit. Stephanie was in the same place. She had been asked by Chris and Jordan and was leaning towards Chris at this point but didn’t want to disappoint Jordan either. The girls joked about agreeing to go with several guys at the same time and just alternating dances. The conversation invariably switched to sex as they joked about the idea of multiple partners on prom night, which had them all giggling and talking dirty.

It took nearly all day but eventually, after four stores, they each settled on a dress that was the right combination of dressy for their parents, and sexy for the guys. Stef had gone with a red gown that hugged her slim body. It was strapless and showed just a Etiler escort hint of breast. If she wore a push-up bra, she could enhance that feature. It was a long gown but had slits up the sides that ran up to mid-thigh. As she moved it gave tantalizing glimpses of her long shapely legs. The other girls thought, with her brunette hair, she looked stunning in the red dress. With shoes to match, she was set.

Michelle naturally settled on a number that accentuated her larger bosom. The dress fit her tightly too and would show even more cleavage with the right bra. It was blue and went great with her blonde hair. Kendall went more conservative to please her dad. She knew he would get testy if she tried to show too much tit. She went with a light yellow dress that looked great on her. Stef and Michelle encouraged her to pick it as it was elegant and very spring looking at the same time. It also had slits up the sides that showed off her great legs.

Stef told Michelle and Kendall she was going out with Cole tonight on the ride back home. They both kidded her about not being able to get enough of that big cock. They all laughed about it but inwardly Stef knew they had a point. She thought about telling them about her dream but declined, thinking they might really think she had lost it.

The girls had eaten a light meal at the mall so Stephanie was starved by the time Cole picked her up. He took her to dinner at Olive Garden and later they went to play miniature golf. Stef was pretty good at it and she had nearly won. They had laughed a lot both during the meal and while playing golf. She was have a great time and Cole was enjoying himself immensely too.

As they got back into Cole’s car, Stef noticed him glance at his watch quickly. It was only ten. She didn’t want to go home but by the look on his face, this was all he had planned for the night and their first official date.

“Cole?”

“What?”

“Let’s go for a ride out in the country. Not far, but it’s such a nice night, I’d like to roll the windows down and just enjoy it some more,” Stef stated.

“Okay,” Cole readily agreed, not wanting to see the evening end so soon either.

Stef smiled to herself as she noticed him brighten and start the car. She tried to look inside his mind to see what he might be thinking at that moment. Was he thinking like the typical male and believing he might get lucky. After all it wasn’t like he didn’t know her to be a willing participant in sex matters. She nearly giggled aloud at her own dirty thoughts.

The drive she took Cole on headed towards a place she had been to with Jordan several times. It was a scenic overlook off one of the interstates. The first time she made out with Jordan had been there. It was also the place he had first fucked her in the back of his car. It was a short fifteen minute drive from the golf place to the turn off. Cole glanced at her questioningly when she suggested they take the exit and check it out.

Cole wheeled the car to a stop between two other cars already parked atop the hill. Fortunately the space between cars was considerable. The open expanse and view before them looked out onto the suburban towns below. One could see miles in each direction and a whole mass of lights twinkling below. It was a clear warm night and it felt good to be able to park and sit with the windows down. Even with the many lights from below, the heavens still offered up an impressive array of stars to gaze upon too. They tried looking for shooting stars as they leaned back in their seats.

Cole was just laying back and looking at the stars as Stef looked over at him. He wasn’t nearly as aggressive as Jordan had been each time they had come here. One time Jordan had just pulled his long semi-hard cock out and wiggled it back and forth while smiling at her. Chris was not as aggressive but even he knew how to push her sexual buttons and start things off. With Cole acting more gentlemanly, she would need to be the aggressor if things were going to progress quickly and before she needed to be home tonight. ‘But how to do it properly?’ she thought.

They continued to look for shooting stars. Stephanie watched the skies but couldn’t see any. She glanced over at Cole again and he was intent on finding one, it seemed. She finally decided to make the first move by reaching across to him but, just as she started to move, he yelled to her.

“Stef, over there!” Cole shouted, pointing to the sky to the right. “Do you see it?”

“Yes, there you mean,” Stef said, pointing too.

“Hurry! Make a wish,” Cole shouted.

“What? You believe that’ll work?” Stef kidded.

“Yes! I hope so anyway,” Cole admitted.

“Okay,” Stef said, and in another instant the shooting star was gone.

After a few moments Cole said, “Well, did you make a wish?”

“Yes. Did you?”

“Yes,” Cole replied.

“Tell me what you wished for?” Stef asked.

“I can’t do that. It won’t come true,” Cole stated.

“You really think these things come true?” Beşiktaş escort Stephanie chided.

“I certainly hope so,” Cole claimed.

“That’s cute,” Stef said, taking the opportunity to pull on his sleeve.

Cole looked at Stef, who was now sitting sideways in the seat facing him. The skirt she had worn was showing plenty of white leg in the dim moonlight. She looked at his face and her expression was even clear enough for Cole to gage. She seemed to be beckoning him to her. He sat up and took her hand that had been pulling gently on his sleeve. Their other hands came together too and now they were only a short distance apart facing each other. Stef smiled at his cute face which was strained with confused emotion.

Stef leaned in closer and Cole reacted by meeting her more than half way. Their lips came together and they kissed tenderly. Her lips felt so soft and tasted like strawberries to Cole. They kissed again and soon were making out ardently. After many moments of kissing, they finally took a break, to breathe, and to gaze at each other.

“I guess you’re right,” Stephanie said.

“What do you mean?”

“I wished that you’d kiss me,” Stef claimed, with a huge smile.

“Oh, you did, huh? I guess it’s true then…well, hopefully anyway,” Cole offered.

“Why? What did you wish for,” Stef asked again.

“I still can’t…,”

“I told you mine,” Stef proclaimed.

“Yes, but that was after the …,”

“Come on, Cole! Tell me, please.”

“But it might not come true…,”

“I know,” Stef announced with a giggle. “You wished to have sex with me.”

“Well, not exactly,” Cole said.

“Not exactly! What then?”

“Hey, did you get a prom dress today?” Cole asked, changing the subject.

“You didn’t answer me, butthead, but yes, I did get a prom dress.”

“I guess you’re going then?” Cole stated.

“Yeah. Chris and Jordan asked me,” Stef said.

“Both of them?”

“Yes. But I haven’t given either an answer yet though,” Stef said.

“Why not?”

I don’t want to hurt either of them,” Stef stated.

“Oh,” Cole responded.

Stef was going to say something else but stopped. ‘Was he leading up to asking me to the prom,’ Stef wondered. “Cole?”

“Yes?”

“Are planning to go to the prom?”

“I hadn’t planned on it,” Cole replied.

“Do you want to go?” Stephanie asked.

“It’s too late,” Cole said.

“No, it’s not, you can still go,” Stef stated.

“But…I don’t have a…you’re already going with one of those…,”

“I haven’t given either of them my answer yet. Maybe I was waiting to see if someone else would ask me?” Stef offered.

“Steffie?”

“Yes,” Stef stated, knowing he only called her that name to be funny or very serious.

“I don’t suppose you’d consider going to the prom with me?” Cole asked.

Stef caught herself as she was almost too quick to answer. She thought about the best response. Cole studied her face with mounting worry as she looked at him.

“Of course not,” Cole stated quickly. I’m sorry I asked and put you…,”

“Cole, be quiet a minute,” Stef said.

He stopped talking and just looked at her looking at him. After a few seconds Stef leaned in and kissed him again. One kiss led to two, and soon many that gained in passion each time until they were both breathing heavily.

“Yes,” Stef muttered, as she pulled back away from him.

“What?” Cole queried, not sure he heard her right.

“Yes, I’ll go with you,” Stef stated.

“Oh, my god!” Cole exclaimed.

Stephanie smiled and kissed him again. The kisses grew more urgent with each passing moment. Cole’s hands held her shoulders as they kissed and their tongues danced. Stef’s hands had been on his sides but soon one drifted into his lap. The tenting of his pants told her all she needed to know about his current state.

“Shall we climb in the back?” Stef asked, half out of breath.

“Sure,” Cole readily agreed.

They shut the windows and scurried into the back and immediately started undressing each other. Cole’s shirt was open and off in a few seconds, followed by Stef’s moments later. Cole then tried to reach around her back for her bra but she stopped him to show him the clasp in front. When he undid her bra, the cups fell off her breasts causing Cole to suck in his breath. He had never seen a more beautiful sight than Stephanie’s tits at that moment in the moonlight. The nipples were distended and begging to be touched. He didn’t wait.

“Oh, shit,” Stef groaned, as Cole’s hands caressed her tits and teased the sensitive buds.

“I love your nipples,” Cole blurted out.

“You do?” Stef asked, with a broad smile.

“Oh, god, yes!” Cole growled.

“Suck on them for me, Cole. They adore that,” Stef exclaimed.

Cole palmed her left tit and held it as his mouth closed over the erect nipple. Stef sucked in her breath as Cole flicked the tender pink morsel with his tongue. Stef’s hands Taksim escort held his head to her breast as if encouraging Cole not to leave.

“Oh, geez, Cole. That feels so good,” Stef gasped. “Suck on it.”

“They’re delicious,” Cole said, as he switched between breasts.

“Oh, keep doing that,” Stef begged, as Cole sucked harder on the whole nipple until half of her tit flesh was in his mouth.

“Oh, shit!” Stef groaned.

Stef’s hands left the back of his head and dropped to the top of his jeans. She undid them and peeled them down over his butt. She then grabbed the waistband of his boxers. She eased them down and over his long stiff cock. She glanced around his head at her breast to see the magnificent cock pointing at her pussy like a spear. Her right hand immediately encircled the shaft and lightly teased the foreskin back and forth as Cole continued to suck on her perky tits.

They stayed like that for what seemed a long time but was mere minutes. Stef could feel the wetness of his pre-cum soaking her fingers and making them slick as she teased the cockhead. Cole’s sucking of her nipples had increased the aching in her pussy never sated from her dream of him earlier that morning. Now her panties were soaked from her secretions as her hormones went into overload at the feel of his cock and the attention to her breasts.

“Oh, god! Fuck me, Cole. Please!” Stef said, letting go of his cock only long enough to undo her skirt.

Stef fell back on the seat pulling her nipple from Cole’s mouth. She peeled off her skirt and thong in seconds. Immediately she could smell her own overheated cunt in the now enclosed car. Cole lost his pants and boxers in seconds and moved over her. Stef reached for his big pole and guided it to her soaked pussy. His pre-cum slickened head parted her wet lips with ease and sank several inches into her in one thrust.

“Oh, shit!” Stef grunted.

“What?” Cole asked, not sure if he had hurt her.

“You’re so beautifully big, Cole. Don’t stop, push it all in,” Stef pleaded.

Cole thrust forward again driving several more inches inside her tight pussy and drawing yet another grunt from Stef.

“Oh, mother,” Stef gasped.

Cole waited a few seconds then pushed again. More cock pushed her inner walls aside and wedged deep into her womb.

“Goddd…,” Stef growled. “Oh, you feel so big inside me.”

“You’re so hot and tight,” Cole gasped.

“Fuck me with your big cock, Cole. Fuck me long and hard!”

Cole extracted most of his long thick dick before once again easing back deep inside her. Stef held his sides and wrapped her shapely legs around his waist just above his hips. Her legs encouraged him to probe her even deeper, which he did.

“Oh, god,” Stef hissed.

Cole felt the beginnings of his balls rumbling with the need for release. He picked up the pace trying to get Stef off before he shot off inside her. He was pounding into her aggressively when he decided to stop for a while to try to hold off his cum. It worked for him but Stef groused her disappointment and need for him to continue to fuck her. When he had regained some manner of calm, he once again started fucking her hard.

“Oh, wow! That feels so good,” Stef moaned.

“You feel so good,” Cole gasped, as he leaned down and kissed her.

The tight space in the back of the car was beginning to take its toll on his bent legs. Cole realized he needed to finish this one way or the other. He sped up and fucked Stef with long hard strokes. Each time he drove into her, she moaned with ever increasing passion. As Cole felt his orgasm nearing, he realized Stef was probably close too. He quickened even more.

“Shit! I’m going to cum,” Cole groaned.

“Do it!” Stef yelled. “Pump me full of your cum.”

“Here it comes,” Cole informed her.

“Oh, shit! Keep fucking me, Cole!”

Cole thrust one last time as his cockhead swelled even bigger inside Stef’s cunt. He was buried deep inside her when she felt the first white hot blast of his thick cum. Cole still tried to get her off by continuing to fuck her as best he could as his mind glazed over from the intensity of his own climax.

“Fuck,” Cole groaned, as his cock spewed repeated wads of cum into Stef.

“Oh, shit!” Stef growled as her own orgasm crested.

Rockets seemed to burst in Stef’s head. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Cole’s still pumping cock was driving her into a sexual frenzy. She lost track of where she was. Only the shockwaves of blissful pleasure coursing through her body mattered at that moment. Her pussy clenched and unclenched around his steel hard cock buried deep in her cunt. Cole groaned and sweat broke out on his face as he tried to fuck through her incredibly tight cunt muscles. His cock was starting to soften as he felt her relax beneath him. He nearly collapsed on top of her as he stopped moving.

“Oh, god! That was good,” Stef exclaimed, panting.

“Glad you got off too,” Cole admitted.

“You always get me off,” Stef said. “You’re a marvelous lover, Cole.”

“Thanks,” Cole said, still gasping but proud of himself.

“Oh, my. I feel really wet down there. You must have pumped a lot into me.”

“I guess I did at that,” Cole allowed, but with a smile.

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Disclaimer: Brenda is eighteen, Charlotte is thirty-nine, Frank is forty-seven, Jack is nineteen, Adella is eighteen, Frank’s friend is forty-two, Pastor Brown is fifty-five, Frances is nineteen, Lacey is eighteen, Geraldine is thirty-eight, Mrs. Judith Bloom is thirty-two, Mrs. Sarah Bloom is forty, Mr. Bloom is forty-five, Mrs. Applegate is forty-one, Mrs. Flint is thirty-seven, Ben is nineteen, and Prince Albert is dead. The term “teenager” applies to people whose ages are thirteen through nineteen, inclusive.

Brenda came home from high school and slammed the kitchen door, even though her mother Charlotte had told her at least a thousand times not to. Brenda’s father Frank was still at work in the city, and wouldn’t be home for hours yet, probably not till very late. Charlotte was at home for her daughter, of course, since she only did her volunteer work on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and this was a Friday afternoon. Here in Plainville, most families were well-off enough that the mothers were able to stay home to take care of their children after school, fortunately for the children.

“Mom, Mom, I’ve got the best news! You remember that boy Jack Adams that went with me and my friends to the movies last week?” Brenda’s voice was filled with enthusiasm, and Charlotte knew that whatever Jack Adams might mean to Brenda now, it was something well worth her while to find out.

“Sure, dear. What about him?”

Brenda told her in an exaggerated stage whisper. “Don’t tell anyone yet, but he’s asked me to go parking with him.”

“Wow,” said her mother. “That really is news.” It would be Brenda’s very first date with a boy. “Do you like him?”

“Of course I do. I mean I don’t just like him, I like him like him.”

Charlotte smiled internally at Brenda’s typically teenage way of speaking. She decided to play dumb, just to help her daughter be a little less self-centered for a change.

“Oh. And does that mean you are going to say yes?”

Sometimes mothers could be so dense. “Mo-om! I already did! That is if it’s all right with you?”

“Well, I thought so. Never mind, sit down and tell me all about it.”

Brenda sat down at the kitchen table with her mother. She changed her tone from enthusiasm to concern.

“Mom, you know, when I was having pleasure with Adella Tucci last Tuesday after school?” Brenda hesitated, apparently not sure how to go on: Charlotte decided to just listen carefully.

“Yes? Did everything go well?”

“Oh, sure …. But that’s not what I meant. She told me that it’s a mortal sin to do anything sexual with a boy. Mom, is that really true, or was she just pulling my tits?”

Charlotte was shocked by her daughter’s use of vulgar slang. “Brenda, don’t you use language like that with your mother.” Brenda hung her head in silent apology. After a short pause, Charlotte relented. “But to answer your question, yes, it probably is a sin — for her.”

“Re-eally?”

Charlotte wasn’t sure if Brenda was being serious or subtly sarcastic. She chose to treat the question as a serious one that deserved a serious reply.

“Yes, really. That’s because the Tuccis are Pathoricks, honey. It’s against their religion for a woman to have pleasure with a man unless she’s married to him. Or at least engaged.”

“That must be hard on Pathorick boys and men, Mom.” Brenda sounded amazed.

“Well, I suppose it is.” Of course, there was no reason for Pathorick boys or men to abstain from pleasure with women of other faiths, and Charlotte knew very well that most of them didn’t. She smiled at the memory of a certain friend of Frank’s who had brightened up a tedious week while Frank was away on a business trip. Charlotte also suspected that Frank had enjoyed the company of a colleague’s wife, or perhaps a co-ed or two, while he’d been away, but she felt quite secure that he would always be faithful to her.

Brenda smiled a bit wickedly. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing for them, then, that most of the people in this country are Protestors. We believe the Bible means what it says about ‘uncovering nakedness’, right Mom?”

Charlotte knew that Brenda knew the answer perfectly well from Sunday school and the preaching of Pastor Brown, but it never hurt when dealing with a teenager to reinforce the message.

“That’s right, dear. So you make sure that your friend Jack doesn’t get carried away and actually uncover your privates.”

Brenda replied promptly, “Oh, I’m sure he won’t, Mom.”

Charlotte thought about Jack Etiler escort for a moment and what she knew about him. She didn’t actually have serious cause to worry about his morals, after all. “Well, he has been well brought-up, that’s true — I know his mother well. Very well, in fact.”

“Mo-om!” That was way more than Brenda wanted to know!

Charlotte didn’t reply, and Brenda reverted to her earlier serious mood. “Umm, I know because of what Pastor Brown says Jack can’t, umm, do cunnilingus on me. That would be uncovering, wouldn’t it?”

So Brenda still felt it necessary to ask rhetorical questions. The poor dear must be nervous, Charlotte thought, and desperately trying not to show it. “Of course.”

Brenda hesitated a long time before her next remark. “But there’s a problem.”

Charlotte felt a rush of concern for her daughter. “What’s that, dear?”

Brenda twisted her hands together. “I can’t come, I mean have an orgasm, from mast — mast –“

Charlotte felt a smile internally, but carefully didn’t allow any trace of it to show on her face. She must not allow her daughter to think her mother was laughing at her. “Masturbation, dear. Really? I mean, are you sure?”

Brenda switched from hesitation to rush. “I’m sure, Mom. I mean, Frances tried it and so did Lacey, and then Adella, and even Mrs. Tucci tried, but –“

Charlotte raised one eyebrow, and decided to change the subject slightly, to try to build some rapport between herself and her daughter. “You had pleasure with Adella’s mother? And how was she?”

Brenda’s rush of words went on, though their topic was successfully diverted. “Pretty good, I mean, she had lots of enthusiasm even if I could tell she hasn’t had so many partners. I can’t imagine why, she’s really pretty.”

Charlotte agreed that Geraldine Tucci was really pretty. Still …. “But she wasn’t able to satisfy you?”

Brenda thought about it for a minute. “Not really. I mean, it felt great, don’t get me wrong, but it just didn’t build up to an orgasm, and I could tell it never would, not in a million years. I ended up having to masturbate myself instead.” Brenda blushed.

Charlotte immediately spotted the blush and hastened to reassure her emotionally vulnerable teen. “Well, that’s not so uncommon. All women aren’t alike in what they enjoy and what they’d like to experience.” She reached out to put her hand on top of her daughter’s knotted hands and was rewarded by seeing Brenda’s face lift a little, perhaps also at being referred to as a woman by her own mother. “But with cunnilingus you have no problem?”

At that question, Charlotte un-knotted her hands and actually smiled. “Not a bit, Mom. When I’m feeling all stoked up, it usually only takes a few minutes. Especially when it’s with someone like Mrs. Applegate or Mrs. Flint.” Brenda named the women of the two immediately neighboring families. “I mean, they really, really know how it’s done.” Brenda had wished that Mrs. Tucci would learn “how it’s done,” too, but of course it wasn’t a teenager’s place to try and teach her. “My friends are awfully sweet, but they just don’t have the same kind of experience, I guess.”

It was Charlotte’s turn to smile wickedly. “Or the same tongue and jaw strength?”

“Mo-om!”

Charlotte paid no attention to this remark. It was no more than she could expect after teasing her daughter so. “Of course, Pathoricks have the same liberties to pleasure between women that we do — even with all their rules, their church can’t claim that the Bible has a word to say against it.” Charlotte continued: “On the other hand, Yewish and Nuslim married women only share pleasure with their sister-wives and of course their husbands.”

“I know, Mom. I asked Mrs. Bloom if she would do me once, and she said no, she couldn’t. But she did give me a kiss and call me a hot little shiksa. What’s a shiksa, Mom?”

“I don’t know, honey.” Charlotte really didn’t: she didn’t have any close Yewish friends, as it happened. “Perhaps you should ask their son Benjamin. He’ll be sure to know.”

Brenda nodded, but with the mental reservation that there was simply no way she was going to ask Ben Bloom anything at all. It would be just too too embarrassing. After all, he was a track star, and she was just an ordinary school nobody.

Charlotte belatedly thought of something. “Brenda, do you mean Mrs. Judith or Mrs. Sarah?”

Brenda’s voice and face showed how scandalized she was. “Mom, puh-leeze! Can you even Beşiktaş escort imagine going to bed with Mrs. Sarah Bloom? I mean really. I don’t see how her husband could stand her, never mind anyone else. She’s just too, well, bossy!” Brenda wondered if the Blooms’ marriage was like the story of Leah and Rachel in the Bible. Except that Mrs. Judith certainly wasn’t barren; in fact, most of the Bloom children were hers.

Charlotte privately agreed about the senior Mrs. Bloom, but considered that it was her duty to make sure her daughter was properly respectful of her elders. “Now that’s quite enough on that subject from you, young lady!” After a pause, she went on, “Mrs. Sarah I’m sure is very attractive to the right kind of person. I wonder if Mr. Bloom –“

Brenda interrupted her mother, something she almost never did. “Mo-om!” She definitely did not want to think about Mr. and Mrs. Bloom in that way.

Again, Charlotte let the implied disrespect go. Since the conversation seemed on the whole to be going so well, she decided to raise another topic of concern, though she carefully schooled herself to be sure her concern didn’t show in her voice or face. “I hope you haven’t been mixed up with any of those Slickan girls at your school, have you? I mean, the ones that dance around the Maypoles and all that?”

Brenda’s answer was immediate and very reassuring. “For sure not, Mom. My friends say, if you share pleasure with Slickan girls, the next thing you find yourself doing is sharing with Slickan boys.” Boys who even did very, very forbidden things with each other sometimes, as Brenda had heard in whispers from her friends, though she wasn’t about to admit anything of the sort. Her mother nodded for Brenda to go on. “I mean, one thing just naturally leads to the other, doesn’t it? And then — well, you’re ruined, aren’t you. You wind up participating in all their wild orgies, and you lose your special relationship with God.”

Charlotte was very relieved to hear her daughter toeing the line with such obvious sincerity. “That’s right, dear. And believe me, no matter what your friends may hear, Slickan boys aren’t any better at sex than Abrahamic boys. What’s more, they don’t have any special improvements in their anatomy, either.” Charlotte had heard from some of her more adventurous woman friends that that wasn’t entirely true, but there was no reason why her little Brenda should have to learn about Prince Alberts — just yet.

“Mo-om!” As if!

Now it was Brenda’s turn to raise a point of concern, harking back to her earlier discussion of her “problem”. “Mom, if Jack winds up not being able to make me come, should I — you know — pretend? Make him believe he has? I don’t want to hurt his feelings, he’s such a nice boy.”

Charlotte’s reply was immediate and firm. “Oh no, dear. You must never do that.”

“Not even if he never found out?”

Charlotte used the line that had worked so well with Brenda in the past for any sort of moral issue involving deception. “Even if he never knew, you’d know.”

Brenda’s face showed clearly that she remembered past conversations. “Well, I guess so. I won’t do that, then. After all, it’s not like I have to have an orgasm to share pleasure, I guess.” Brenda thought once more of Mrs. Tucci and how sweet it had been to lie with her.

“And it’s no way to start a relationship with a boy, lying to him. So he has to know the truth. If he really cares about you, and it’s serious, he’ll be able to wait until marriage.”

“Mo-om! I hardly even know him!”

Well, perhaps that was a little premature, Charlotte thought. It didn’t do to allow one’s hopes to run away with one.

And so the conversation went, talking of this and that, sharing a few little secrets and a bit of harmless gossip, until Charlotte noticed the kitchen clock. “Well, it’s time for Jack to come — I mean get here — ” Charlotte had made the slip deliberately, and winked at Brenda. “– pretty soon. I’m really glad we had this little talk. I’m so proud of you — my girl’s becoming a woman.” Charlotte beamed at Brenda, who returned her gaze with a happy and anticipating expression with just a trace of nervousness.

“Thanks, Mom.” Brenda’s tone expressed a little more confidence than perhaps she actually felt.

“Are you going to wear your pretty placket dress that we bought together?” Charlotte referred to the centerpiece of a shopping expedition the two had made to the city about a month before, a beautiful long gown Taksim escort in golden-yellow artificial silk with half-bra and thong to match.

Brenda tilted her head to one side. “Of course, silly Mom. I wouldn’t want to make things hard for him, after all.” The plackets would allow her date to have easy access to her body without any risk of “uncovering”. Some of the more daring girls in Brenda’s school actually wore slitted dresses on dates, but Brenda wasn’t so confident of her ability to keep matters under control as all that.

Charlotte said archly, “You wouldn’t? I thought you liked him liked him.”

“Mo-om!” Brenda shook her head rapidly. Sometimes her mom ….

* * *

Like the good boy — or fine young man, rather — that Charlotte knew he was, Jack brought Brenda home right on time, and even came in to meet her parents, who had of course waited up for her. His stay was brief and formal, and as soon as he left, Frank went up to bed, exhausted by his long day at work. Charlotte remained downstairs for a few minutes to speak with her daughter again.

“So how did it go, darling?” Charlotte didn’t really need to ask: the light in Brenda’s eyes and the irrepressible smile that kept breaking out on her lips was testimony enough to the success of her first real date.

Brenda bubbled with enthusiasm and happiness. “Oh, Mom, it was the most wonderful thing. And yes, he has the most wonderful “thing” too.” Brenda smiled wickedly, this time more than just a bit. “We spent so much time just talking, about all kinds of things, what we like and don’t like, and what we have in common, and kissing — and oh, Mom, he is a dreamy kisser, really soft and gentle at first — I never thought a boy could be so gentle, and then wow, much more passionate, he really roused me. And he called me the sweetest names and things.” Brenda hesitated for just an instant, and then continued. “And — and then he opened the glove compartment of his car and got out this little thing — he called it a magic wand, and it really is! He plugged the wire on it into the cigar-lighter on the dashboard, and he used the wand on me — and I came, over and over and over again.” Brenda had in fact had tears running down her face with the intensity of her passion, but there was really no reason to tell her mother every single detail, was there?

Charlotte had vaguely heard of such sexual toys, but hadn’t actually expected to encounter one so close to home. She decided that a blunt question was in order. “A magic wand? He didn’t put it in you, did he?”

Brenda chuckled softly, with a slight edge of having for once gotten one-up on her mother, but then her tone turned entirely serious. “Oh no, Mom, of course not. Don’t worry, I’m going to be a virgin when I marry, whether it turns out to be Jack or not. I know it’s too soon to tell if it’s true love or just sexual desire I’m feeling.” Brenda reverted to pure teenager. “And it’s not really shaped like a presti — prestidigitator’s wand anyway.” Brenda grinned. “No, he just touched my labia and my clit — ” Charlotte frowned for a moment at this vulgarity, and Brenda hastily corrected herself. “I mean my clitoris. Oh, and on my nipples too. It made them pop up just like that!”

Charlotte felt her own body tingling just a little bit at this description, but she kept her voice simply warm and interested. “I see. And were you able to do anything for him?”

“Oh yes, Mom. He was so kind to me, I guess he could tell easily enough it was my first time, and he guided me through masturbating him — see, I learned to say it!” Brenda looked proud. “And I even did a little bit of fellatio as well, although I wasn’t able to finish him off that way. I guess I might need some more jaw strength too.” Mother and daughter shared a silent moment of mutual amusement. “But he was definitely satisfied — I’m so, so glad I remembered to take a handkerchief so none of his seed could spill on the ground, like Onan’s in the Bible story. Well, really the floor of his car, but you know what I mean.”

Charlotte was proud of her daughter’s forethought, and showed it. “Wonderful, darling. Just wonderful. I’m so happy for you.”

“But the magic wand, it vibrated you know, and it brought me so much pleasure, I could hardly stand it. One orgasm just wasn’t anywhere near enough. It was the very best sexual experience I’ve ever had.” Brenda paused for a moment, and then continued in the tone of one adult woman to another. “You really should try it out, Mom.”

Charlotte raised both eyebrows this time. Her daughter was growing up, but wasn’t quite grown up yet. Time to reassert herself, but without bruising Brenda’s newfound self-esteem. “Oh? And do you really think Jack would be interested in an old lady like me?”

“Mo-o-om!!”

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WARNING: This story contains explicit erotica not suitable for puritans, those under 18 and anyone of a nervous disposition.

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Chapter One

“NEXT!”

Stormbringer’s bellow echoed through his office and out into the corridor where an apparently endless stream of hopefuls waited to be interviewed. He sighed and buried his head into the mound of paperwork which littered his desk, vaguely aware of the door opening and closing again. Maybe he should have insisted on his more descriptive advert, but the newspaper refused to publish it and no doubt the PC brigade would have been all over him for some feminist issue or other. What he had wanted to say was ‘Well-stacked, sexy young lady of outstanding beauty and indifferent morals required to introduce visitors to the best in hot erotic art and stories’. But what he had finally been forced to draft before the paper would run the ad simply read ‘Hostess needed to greet visitors to a modern art and literary publishing house’.

So of course he ended up with a line-up of everything from failed art students to elderly blue-stockings who looked as though they might have modelled for Picasso. Assuming Picasso’s paintings were actually true to life portrayals of his subjects, of course. Three hours into the interviews and he was no nearer finding the person he wanted and, apparently, no nearer the end of hopeful applicants either.

“Sit! Name?” he grunted without looking up.

“Ethel Ramsbladder, sir” The voice was bright and innocent but he could just picture someone who walked around with a name like that. The sigh was deeper this time as he sorted through the heap of papers and found the correct application form. There it was… blah, blah, blah… 24… blah, blah, blah… hairdresser… blah, blah, blah… some modelling work…’ Probably for elastic stockings, he thought sourly to himself as he looked up…

…and found his brain jolted to a sudden halt that had apparently removed both the power of speech and the ability to move.

Pink shoulder-length hair framed a pair of wide green cat eyes that regarded him tremulously, long eyelashes batting attractively to briefly hide them every few seconds. A guy could drown in orbs like that and never reach for a life raft. The pert nose had just a hint of freckles to save it from being too faultless and the mouth… if god had done a better job of creating a mouth whose pouting perfection was specifically designed to make any male within a hundred yards imagine how its lush lips would look spread around their cock; well he had yet to see it.

“Jee…!” The power of speech returned, though not necessarily accompanied by coherence. But at least his eyes could pick their way out of those limpid green pools and drag themselves onto dry land; dry land that was inevitably, automatically, southwards.

The neck was faultless but… a small frown of disappointment… those tits in the brief wrap-around top were just too large and too perfect to be real. They detracted from his enjoyment of a scrutiny which was already taking too long, causing the girl to shift uncomfortably in her chair. Shift and resettle a bottom that had to be small and taut judging by slender hips and long, slim legs which were almost completely revealed by a matching lilac miniskirt so short he was sure there was a brief flash of darker purple about where the vee of Ethel’s thighs would meet together.

“Errr… Mr Stormbringer… sir…”

Reluctantly his eyes made the uphill journey, crossing the gap where a gentle curve of exposed belly flesh was dimpled by a cute navel; up over the mountainous peaks of her (sigh… false… why couldn’t girls stay with what nature gave them?) breasts and back to the verdant green oases of her eyes.

“Miss Ramsbladder…” He almost choked over the name. That would have to go! Go? Well sure, he was going to give her the job wasn’t he? She was almost too perfect for it. Well-stacked, hot, and he could always work on her morals later. A girl like that must get propositioned hundreds of times a day and probably became cynical, if not outright annoyed by it. Still, she would be worth every cent of the money he was paying even if she did no more than stand at the door and smile for anyone who came visiting. But he couldn’t tell her to dismiss the other applicants just yet. That would make him look stupid and tell her he was only employing her for her body. Not a good start at all.

“Miss Ramsbladder,” he tried again. “It doesn’t look as if you have had much relevant experience, does it?”

“Oh, well, no sir.” A slight frown of disappointment crossed her face, “Only the one boyfriend since Etiler escort I was 18 so I don’t know very much at all.” A boyfriend? Well he would have to go too. And was she trying to be cute, seductive… flirtatious?” The voice sounded sincere enough and those eyes stared at him earnestly as though eager to please. But no one was that naïve!

“I’m not sure I follow you?”

“Well every time I go for a job interview I have to take all my clothes off to be measured for the uniform; even when none of the other girls do. And then I never seem to get the job even after…” Her voice trailed off and a blush darker in hue than her pink bangs spread across both cheeks and headed towards the impressive cleavage. “It’s always over so quickly… with my boyfriend too… so I never have chance to get much experience being interviewed.”

She really was that naïve? It seemed impossible; had an unseen genie suddenly granted his most impossible wish? Handled right this girl could be priceless! Handled… he put that thought aside with some difficulty and a slight shiver, glad for the moment his lower half was concealed behind a desk. “How about we do things differently then?” he asked once a degree of self-restraint was recovered. “This time you keep your clothes on and maybe you’ll actually get the job for a change. We can talk about giving you experience later.”

“Oh, that would be wonderful sir!” The enthusiasm was genuine. Everything about her was genuine – except for those too-perfect tits of course. Genuine and innocent and almost begging to be taken advantage of. And who better qualified to take advantage than himself?

The innocent desire to please radiating from her cute face did much to restore Stormbringer’s self-possession and his normal rather domineering personality started to reinstate itself as he planned how best to achieve his objective; the objective, as if that needed spelling out, being to gain access to using her wonderful body whilst also employing the girl for the boost she could provide to his business enterprises. Well, if she thought she got the job based on her abilities, he would probably be half way there. So the man deliberately avoided looking below her neckline and concentrated on a calm, professional demeanour, highlighting the duties which involved greeting guests, being friendly and open towards them, guiding them around the facilities, as well as servicing their needs…

Ugghh… servicing… he had actually said that; a Freudian slip caused by him thinking too far ahead. The girl didn’t seem to react though so he ploughed onwards; taking messages between the studios, tidying up, looking after the extras, servicing the artists needs when they wanted relief…

Damn! There it was again! She was still smiling brightly though, apparently not fazed by his words. There would be an apartment along with the job, a clothing allowance though he would need to approve what she wore, a salary and minge benefits…

For god’s sake! Couldn’t he keep his brain straight for another few minutes?

“So, Miss Ramsbladder, what would you say to us giving you a trial and see how you tit in … errr… fit in with our little enterprise?”

“Really? Really, really?” The girl was so excited she clapped her hands together, bouncing up and down in the chair and giving him yet another flash of what was now definitely a pair of deep-purple coloured panties.

“Yes, really, really,” he smiled. That he was starting to like the girl was an unexpected bonus on top of all the other astonishing benefits that had turned his day around so completely. Not that liking her would change anything, except to make it more pleasant to keep Ethel around in between times. “You can start by telling anyone else waiting that the position has been filled and thank them for their time. Then come back in here.”

It took rather longer than Stormbringer expected before the office door opened again. “There must have been a long line of people,” he commented as she crossed the room and regained her seat.

“Oh not really, but one man said he had never been so insulated… insulted… and he had to spank me for wasting his time or he would sue your company. So I thought… now I’m working for you I should… and then he sort of made a mess of my panties while I was across his knees so I had to take them off and wash them and … did I do well?”

Even a worried frown looked cute on that face. Stormbringer blinked several times as his newest employee held up a small, wet, purple ball of silk for his inspection. Naïve, innocent, amenable, accessible… Would he be waking up any time soon? He sincerely prayed the dream, it must be a dream, would carry on long enough before being interrupted by reality. “You did very well,” he managed to choke out, accompanied by his sincerest smile. “That is exactly the sort of demeanour I had hoped you would show towards anyone who comes into this building. You did very Beşiktaş escort well indeed, Ethel! So why don’t you throw that thing in the waste bin. We can soon get you some more to replace any such garments damaged by… unfortunate accidents.”

The frown instantly transformed into a happy smile and Ethel sat down. The inevitable briefly exposed vee, more clearly revealed as she leaned to one side to toss the sodden garment away, now matched her pink skin colouring and suggesting that she didn’t carry any spare underwear about her person. Stormbringer was again grateful for the desk shielding him from a rather obvious reaction. Sharon Stone could go hang compared to having this girl flashing her sex in front of him!

Chapter Two

“So you understand that being spanked is an appropriate punishment when you make a mistake?” The question was somehow asked with a straight face and the girl responded without any apparent surprise.

“Oh yes, sir, my boyfriend told me that’s what happens to naughty girls so I understand all that stuff. And the way it always ends up making a mess of my clothes too, of course.”

“Then you’ll also know that if you make a big mistake, that spanking may not be enough. Perhaps it will be necessary to tie you across a chair and paddle your bottom instead.” Was he pushing things too far too quickly? If she were really so naïve; naïve not stupid, he was sure of that, then maybe…

The slight frown returned to mar her brow and he almost backed off but then she nodded firmly and decisively. “I’m sure you know best how to deal with your workers when they do wrong.” The voice was lower, a little huskier as Ethel shifted in her chair. “I’m so grateful for the job. You are the first person who ever took me seriously, Mr Stormbringer. I’ll do my best to please you and if I make a mistake… I’ll take whatever you decide to do to me.”

Phrases like ‘too good to be true’, ‘Christmas morning’ and ‘I’ve died and gone to heaven’ flashed through his mind. But were those pupils getting a bit larger in their green surrounds? Could this innocent girl be getting a bit turned on by the thought of the things he had threatened? Surely it couldn’t all be an act but at the same time she did seem to be responding to indications of bondage and some mild sadism practiced upon her body.

“Are you getting too warm, Ethel?” he tested the water.

“No… yes… ummmm… I… when I think about things like that it makes me a bit fluttery in my tummy… like I’m frightened in a nice sort of way… sir. And good girls shouldn’t feel that way. I know that, sir.” Clearly flustered she trailed off, eyes downcast and looking at the carpet. “Does that mean I can’t have the job?” she continued in a small voice.

“No, no, don’t worry yourself. You have the job, dear, and I’m pleased that you understand how I need to be able to discipline even the most hard-working and valuable employee if they slip up,” Stormbringer replied. It was getting so much easier to avoid laughing when he said such things. The girl opposite him was so eager to please, so … perfect in every way. Except…

“How did you manage to afford having the cosmetic surgery on your chest if you’ve done so little work?” The question was out before he had consciously realised he was speaking. But at least he hadn’t said ‘tits’.

“Surgery? I’ve never been in hospital sir. Well, not unless you count playing doctor and patient and my boyfriend trying to take my temperature before he…”

“Oh come on now, those breasts must have silicon implants in them!” he replied impatiently. “No need to be shy about it.”

“Oh no sir! These… they… those… they… they’re just… me. Are they no good? I could get them fixed if it would help my work here.”

Stormbringer got up and walked around the desk to get a closer look. Surely tits like that couldn’t be genuine? They must have been enhanced, he was certain. Up close the girl even smelled cute and innocent, though with just the faintest trace of musk underlying her freshness. Even this close, standing right beside her chair and leaning forwards, he was still unable to see the tell-tale bulge on upper breast slopes, half revealed by her cleavage, which would give away the presence of implants. Almost without thinking he reached out and ran his fingers over some of the exposed flesh. It felt warm, softly resilient and natural. And the girl didn’t pull away or slap his face either. She just sat there with the blush returning to her cheeks, though her breathing did deepen slightly, something noted more by his touch than anything visible.

Just that slight contact had the man’s shaft pressing almost painfully against the constriction of his pants but he wasn’t about to let that inhibit himself. If this amazingly attractive girl was going to allow him to touch her breasts under the assumption it was part of her job description and without him having to work hard at persuading Taksim escort her, who was he to tell her otherwise? Emboldened by her lack of protest, his hand flattened out, stroking down over the upper swell of her left breast until it reached the edge of her blouse and then pressing a little firmer to create space for continuing the journey under that garment.

His eyes tracked the progress, watching the lilac coloured top bulge out to accommodate his incursion while he blindly felt the impressive extent of that one mammary mound. Both his hands together would barely manage to encompass such a breast, he realised, also realising that, incredible as it seemed, it was real natural girl under his touch. Not a trace of an implant. But having gone that far, there seemed no reason not to continue just because his assertion was proved false, so he did. The bra was strapless, deep purple in colour to match her panties, as the stretched neckline of Ethel’s blouse revealed, and was barely more than a half-cup in design. It yielded fairly easily to his pressure and within moments, Stormbringer had one perfect, naked, delicious tit clasped firmly in his hand.

Well, as much of it as he could hold anyway. With the top and the bra stretched downwards, the remainder of that large breast provided ample entertainment for his eyes, which remained fixed on the girl’s chest. So he failed to see her eyelashes fluttering or her pupils enlarging, but he did hear a slightly ragged breath expelled from her lips, and he did see her chest heave a little as she drew the next lung full of air deeper than before. There was no doubt too, that he felt the unseen nipple growing against the palm of his hand as he slowly but firmly moulded and fondled its hosting breast.

“So they really are natural.” There was no doubt about it now he had the whole breast to play with. “And no, don’t change a thing. They’re very nice, Ethel.” The last was said to forestall her from replying, though she seemed to be losing the power of speech anyway. When she opened her mouth the only sound to emerge was a small, needy moan of desire.

Gods, she was getting turned on so easily it was untrue! A beautiful, innocent, naïve girl who got aroused so fast? Christmas morning had nothing on this! With his other hand, Stormbringer completed the exposure, dragging blouse and bra into a tightly stretched line under Ethel’s breasts, the abused garments doing no more than lifting the tits even higher without hiding anything at all. Still massaging Ethel’s left mound, he took a few moments to appreciate the view of her perfect right, noting how the nipple there was also perked and a deeper pink than the girl’s skin. Then his spare hand settled in a tight grip upon her spare tit and it was a marriage made in heaven as his fingers probed and explored both resilient mounds while the girl moaned softly to herself and slumped down lower in the chair, mouth opened a little to pant softly, thighs parting slackly when her legs turned to jelly from this molesting.

“Oh sir… Ohhhhhh… no one ever interviewed me this thoroughly before.” It came out as a low, tremulous voice that he could barely hear. But he did hear it and it became a challenge. So every sexual experience this girl had previously known ended with the guy pawing her quickly and climaxing too fast? He could pick that up from what she had said before and he could understand it too; she was just so excitingly built. But he was damned if he was going to join that sorry fraternity. Whatever it took, he was going to give this girl the fucking of her life, right here and now! His cock told him he wasn’t going to stop and Ethel’s increasingly breathy gasps told him she wasn’t going to stop him either.

Those gasps raised a pitch and increased in volume as his hands stroked down the swells of her breasts until his fingers were holding their aroused nipples. Lightly teasing them between fingers and thumbs, he listened to the girl begin to lose control, the little buds swelling and lengthening as he manipulated them, turning almost the same deep pink shade as the blush which still marked her cheeks and upper chest. On a whim, Stormbringer gripped the teats hard and twisted them with his fingers. The response was instant; a loud, excited moan of heightened arousal filled the room while Ethel arched her back sharply, pushing her tits up higher into the man’s hands.

So she got turned on by a bit of pain with her foreplay? He had suspected as much from the response to talking about spanking and paddles but his instinctive abuse of her nipples confirmed it rather clearly. Well he intended to have many future sessions with this girl while she worked for him, so there would be ample opportunity to play different games and to explore her limits. For the moment he wanted to keep it rather simple. He also rather urgently wanted to feel his aching prick buried between her legs, but that would have to wait a while. Stormbringer’s priority was to be sure his new employee had no problems dumping her boyfriend and moving into the small apartment next to his own on the top floor of the building, so he was going to give her an unforgettable experience of what a guy could do to her with patience and self-control.

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Double Penetration

I rolled into Johnstone’s Creek on a stinking hot February afternoon after a long and uncomfortable drive up from Adelaide to take up my new job as a teacher at the local Area School. The mercury had reached forty seven degrees in the shade, if there was any, and this wasn’t helped by the non-existent air-conditioning in the Kingswood that the lying bastard of a car salesman had promised was working. While I was on the bitumen it was okay to use the four by eighty system, that is four windows down and eighty clicks (Km/hr) down the road, but as soon as I hit the gravel I had to wind the windows up to minimise the amount of bulldust that got into the car.

Johnstone’s Creek was what is known as a one horse town, in this case it is a one horse, two dog and forty three million fly town, sweltering in the Australian Outback, the sort of place you stopped at, briefly, on the way to somewhere else. I was not on the way to anywhere else.

First things first, I pull up in a spot amongst the dust covered utes outside the pub and walked into the relative cool of the front bar. There were about a dozen dust covered blokes propping up the bar with a cold beer in hand, the station hands were in town for their Saturday booze up. A large part of the forty three million flies had hitched a ride on the ceiling fans that shoved the tepid air around the room. As I reached the bar I could feel the eyes of everyone on me as I found a gap between them, “A Coopers thanks.” I said to the barmaid.

‘Not on tap.” Talkative soul. She looked to be in her mid forties although in this sort of climate looks can be confusing. Her face had a leathery appearance that you get from too much time in the sun and this appearance travelled south and disappeared into the valley between her twin peaks. “Do you want a can or a stubby?”

“I’ll have a stubby, actually no, can I have a long neck and make that an ale.” I figured that by this I was establishing myself as a serious drinker because this was one of the strongest beers around.

“Just passing through?” The man next to me asked.

“No mate, I’m here to work.” I could be as taciturn as the next person.

“Station or mine?”

“Neither, I’m the new school teacher.”

“Ya don’t say, hey fellas this guy is the new chalkie.’ There was an increase in interest from the assembled crowd.

“Hope he lasts longer than the last one, she had no sense of humour that one. Hey Muriel when he’s finished that one give him another, let’s make him welcome.”

“Sorry guys I’d better find out where I’m supposed to be living.’

“You’ll be in one of the teachers’ cottages, they’re around the back and down the road a bit, you can’t miss ’em they’re right next to the school and opposite the Institute Library.”

“Thanks guys, I’ll probably be back as soon as I get unloaded, I assume you’ll still be here.”

“Is the Pope a Catholic, we’ll be here until chuckin’ out time.”

I followed their instructions which proved to be spot on, there were three cottages close together on the street, one larger than the others which I assumed would be the Head Master’s and where I had been instructed to pick up my key. I knocked on the door. It was answered by a young woman in her mid twenties, around my age; she exuded the poise and confidence of someone who was very sure of Şirinevler escort herself. “You must be the new teacher. We’ve been expecting you.”

“We?”

“Yes, my father is the Head Master and we were told to expect you today but they didn’t give us a time. Come in won’t you.” She stepped back into the room and let me into a cool dark room. “I’ll get Dad for you, what was your name?”

“Philip Owen, my friends call me Phil.”

“Have a seat Phil, I won’t be a minute.” She walked from the room towards the rear of the house and I got a good look at her figure and the grace with which she moved, wow!”

She returned a minute later followed by a tall grey haired man drying his hands on a towel. “Dad this is Phil Owen our new teacher.”

“Pleased to meet you,” his hand was thrust towards me. I grasped it and found his handshake to be firm without being overbearing. “My name you probably already know and this is my daughter Grace.”

“I’m glad to be here Sir, I’m looking forward to getting involved in this community.”

“Don’t call me Sir we aren’t in school now, my name is Bill, Bill Jennings. You come from the bush do you?”

“Yes and no. My mother’s family had a property and I used to spend all my school holidays there so I see myself as a city born country man.”

“I hope you don’t have too much idealism, we lead a simple life in this part of the world. What are your plans for the rest of the day?”

“I thought I’d settle in for a bit and then go over to the pub for a counter meal.”

“Do you mind if we join you?”

“Not at all in fact I’d enjoy it very much.” I looked quickly at Grace and caught a gleam in her eyes.

The pub was crowded when we entered the dining room, the waitress was busy delivering the massive plates of food to the hungry customers. It was typical country pub fare, massive slabs of meat with a large serving of mixed veg. or a salad followed by a dessert of fresh fruit or a pudding smothered with fresh cream, not the diet for the weight watcher. We sat at a table in the centre of the room and were the centre of attention among the locals who were checking out the new teacher.

After a huge meal and several glasses of an excellent red wine from McLaren Vale, I felt the need to relieve myself. Excusing myself I headed out the back door to the toilet. It was standing room only and as I fronted the trough the guy next to me said, “You’re on a sure thing there.”

“What do you mean?” I was curious because I had noticed the men and women had been in earnest conversation during the evening.

“Bangs like a shithouse door in a gale she does, you know, she’s the town bike, everyone’s ridden her including her father.”

“Oh, really? Actually she doesn’t strike me as being that type of girl.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, with her you’ll probably end up with more than a fuck if you get my drift. If you’re looking for a permanent relationship I’d steer well clear of her, she’ll only hurt you.”

“Thanks for the warning.”

When I got back to the table Bill announced that he was ready to call it a night. “You two can stay for a while longer if you like.”

“No, I think I should get some sleep, it was a long and tiring drive in the heat. I’m bushed.”

I walked with them to their front Ataköy escort door. Bill opened it and as he entered he turned to them, “I’ll say goodnight here, I’m going straight to bed.”

I had turned and was just about to walk away when Gloria grabbed my arm, “Do you have to rush off?”

“No, not really. I tell you what, if you walk me home I’ll make you a cup of coffee.”

She didn’t let go of my hand as we walked the seventy odd metres to my house. “I suppose you got chapter and verse about my reputation while you were in the loo.”

“It was interesting to say the least but you should know that I don’t make a habit of believing everything that I’m told about people.” I opened the door and ushered her inside.

We sat side by side on the couch. Gloria had a worried look on her face. “I suppose you were told that I was an easy fuck.” I was a little surprised at her use of the word. “That is the reputation that I have in this town and, for my own good reason it is one that I have encouraged.”

“Look,” I rested my hand on her knee, she made no move to remove it. “I don’t believe that you are that type of person at all, Before I had been told anything I felt that you were a wonderful person and a loving daughter to your father.”

“Thank you for that. I have had to look after Dad ever since Mum died three years ago. I was at Teacher’s College at the time she died and dropped out to look after him. The way that I saw it, if I had a reputation of being easy the girls would make sure that their boyfriends left me alone, so when the first guy that hit on me took me out to the usual parking spot I did a deal with him. I told him that if he left me alone I would tell all the girls what a great fuck he was and he could tell all the boys how good I was. I did the same deal with all the boys that asked me out and pretty soon I was being left alone.”

“Clever thinking, now what about me, will I have to go around boasting about having fucked you all night and in all manner of positions to enhance my reputation as a stud? Because if that’s what you have planned for this evening you can forget it. I’m not the sort of person who jumps into bed with just anyone, and I’m certainly not the person to broadcast my conquest from the rooftops. I did however see you as someone that I could develop a relationship with.” I reached over and took her head in my hands and kissed her softly on the lips. I felt the tip of her tongue pushing against my lips and opened them to allow her access.

“Mmmmmm.” Her hand reached behind my head and she applied more pressure to our kiss. My right hand dropped from her face to her left breast, her nipple was hard against the thin fabric of her blouse. I moved my hand over it for a few minutes and then took her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. “Mmmmmm.” She melted into my arms.

I felt her free hand gently caress the front of my trousers where my penis was trying hard to escape from its confines. Her fingers found the zip and slowly drew it down, her hand entered the gap and her fingers encircled my hard member. “That is so good.” I whispered to her lips.

“I’m enjoying that more than you.” Her fingers were moving up and down my shaft with increasing speed and pressure. My hand moved from her breast to the front of her skirt, lifting Bakırköy escort it up I worked my way up to her soaking wet panties. She let out another sigh and her legs parted so that I could push the material of her panties aside and push my finger into her vagina. Her hips began to move back and forth driving my finger deep into her dripping hole.

She took her hand out of my trousers and undid my shirt pulling it off my shoulders and dropping it on the floor. She then undid the waist of my trousers and slid them down over my hips to join my shirt, leaving me only in my jockey shorts. Pulling away from my hand she knelt in front of me and slipped my shorts off. My penis sprang to attention and she took it in her mouth, I was in heaven.

She sucked me for several minutes, sliding her lips up and down my pole before I grasped her head and stopped her. I stood up lifting her with me. I slowly undid the buttons of her blouse and slipped it from her to be followed by her skirt, bra and panties. I looked at her stunning body, she had the most perfect body that I had ever seen. My lips moved over her breasts in turn, concentrating on her erect nipples and then moved slowly down her body until my mouth covered her vagina and my tongue slowly caressed her clitoris.

Her knees started to tremble so I picked her up and carried her into my bedroom and placed her gently on the bed. She lay there with her legs apart in sensual invitation. I knelt between them and placed the tip of my penis against her pussy lips. As I applied pressure I felt unexpected resistance, she cried out softly as I applied more pressure. Suddenly I was deep inside her and moving gently, withdrawing until only the head was in her and then slowly pushing back until I was inside her as far as I could go.

She reached down and grabbed my arse cheeks in her hands and urged me to increase my speed. After several minutes I felt her tense up and then she shuddered her way into an intense orgasm, “Oh my God that was better than I dreamed it would be.” She clung to me as if she never wanted me to get away from her, pushing herself down onto my penis.

“I’m about to cum.” Our rhythm was in sync and so was our orgasm. Breathless I rolled off her and looked down at her beautiful body it was then that I noticed the blood on the sheet between her thighs. “Was this the first time for you?”

“Yes my beautiful man. I have dreamed about this moment ever since I was a teenager and swore that I would not give myself to just anyone and that I would wait for the right man to lose my virginity to, and you my Darling are the right man.”

“I’m glad about that, I was hoping that I wasn’t making a fool of myself with some floozy. I have never been more sure of wanting to be with someone than I am right now.” Her leg moved across mine and she nuzzled her face into my neck, we were soon asleep.

It was just getting light when I woke up. Gloria was nestled in my arms facing away from me with my penis between her arse cheeks. It grew as I became fully awake and I could feel the tip at the entrance to her pussy. I held her hips and moved into her, she let out a sigh and pushed back into me, we moved in synch yet again and soon had a rhythm going. Somewhere in the distance a cock crowed, in my bed a cock emptied its load into a hungry cunt.

We made love several times before she went home that afternoon, and we have continued to make love as often as possible ever since.

Our twenty fifth anniversary party has just ended and our children went home an hour ago and we have just finished reliving that night in all its glory.

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