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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!

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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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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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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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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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“…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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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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* 18 OR OLDER *

Ryan was walking down his school hall with a heavy backpack and depressed attitude.

School had just begun, and Ryan wasn’t up for his senior year of high school.

Ryan opened his locker and dropped his notebooks in a messy pile. As he closed the door, he happened to notice a group of girls walking down the hall. At the front of them was Kori.

Kori was an attractive senior with dirty blonde hair and a thin but curvy body. If Ryan had to guess, her boobs were size 32 DD. Her large butt was tightly compressed by her skimpy jean shorts and her small cheerleader’s shirt didn’t conceal her tits very well.

As Kori and her friends walked down the hall, Ryan turned and walked the other way. He had always been attracted to Kori in a sexual way, and was getting a boner just looking at her.

As her friend group kept walking, Kori noticed Ryan attempting to hide is massive package. Ryan turned a little red.

She passed by and Ryan quickly went to the bathroom.

‘Shit.’ he thought.

‘Did she notice?’

He washed his hands as the bell rang for his next class. Ryan rushed out the door in a hurry.

****** The Next Morning ******

Ryan sat down at his desk for the first period.

Kori was in the seat to his right. Ryan couldn’t help but notice her long tanned legs, and when he looked up after a minute, he saw her staring back at him.

Ryan quickly turned his head, but was sweating with worry. He shook his head clear and turned his attention to the teacher, Mr. Viser.

“All right, class, I am handing out your tests right now.”

Ryan noticed Kori shudder, and when he looked over he saw her eyes wide open with fear.

She had forgotten about the test.

Ryan looked back to his desk where Mr. Viser had placed the test. It was three pages long, double sided and no multiple choice.

Ryan heard Kori sigh in sadness, and began filling in answers.

After forty minutes, Mr. Viser called out,

“Stop! Time is up! Hand in your tests to the student on the left.”

Ryan turned to receive the tests from Kori. As he turned, he saw her panicked expression.

She whispered to him,

“help bursa escort bayan me please…?”

Ryan instantly nodded yes and while the teacher wasn’t looking, he scrambled in ten answers to ones she left blank. He then passed the tests to the right.

He looked to the right as she sighed in relief. She whispered again,

“Talk after class?”

Ryan nodded his head yes again. He heard the bell ring and he walked out and waited for Kori.

She walked up to him and leaned her head against the wall.

“Hey…”

“Hey Kori…”

“I just wanted to say we don’t know each other very well but that back there… well… that was the shit, Ryan. Thanks a lot.”

“Thanks Kori.”

“So…”

“So what?”

“So what’s your price?”

“Huh?”

“What do you want? Guys usually want… well… nudes… so…”

“Oh geez I’m not a dick… but… I would like to hang out with you after school… if you’re available…”

Kori brightened up.

“Yeah, sure! Just drive home with me, my family is out for the weekend.”

The bell rang in the distance.

“Okay, see you later Ryan!”

She waved and ran off to her next class. Ryan slowly watched her ass ripple as she ran, thinking how lucky he was.

****** That Afternoon ******

Ryan walked with Kori over to her car, a 2014 Lexan.

“Thanks for giving me a ride, Will has been giving me lifts for a few days.”

“No problem. So what do you want to do?”

Ryan took a deep breath, hoping this plan of his would work out.

“It’s really hot. Maybe we should swim? Do you have a pool?”

“Yeah, but do you have a swimsuit?”

“I’ll swim in these. They’re pretty much the same.”

Kori snorted as she drove down the road.

The drive took fifteen minutes. Once they arrived, Ryan threw his shirt aside and phone and jumped into the pool.

Kori laughed and yelled,

“Wait up! I have to change!”

She ran inside as Ryan warmed up a few laps.

A few minutes later, Ryan heard the door open, and Kori walked out in a stunning two piece bikini. The dark pink top showed off her perfect breasts and her bottom bursa anal yapan escort was practically a floral thong.

Ryan instantly got a boner just looking at her. He sneakily adjusted his dick inside his pants, but she noticed.

“Wow, at least I know if I look good in this. Don’t adjust your dick in the water okay?”

She hopped in with a cannonball.

Ryan just stared at her, blushing and confused from what she said.

Kori sighed and spoke up,

“Yeah I know. You’ve been staring at me a lot but I get it. It’s just normal for me.”

Ryan nervously chuckled and dove underwater. When he surfaced, Kori was holding a volleyball.

“You can hit a ball, right?”

“Of course I can!”

Kori and Ryan played volleyball for an hour before getting sore.

“Want to sunbathe, Ryan?”

“Um… sure.”

They got out and Kori tossed Ryan a towel.

“Dry off a little before getting on my chairs.”

Near the middle of the yard directly in the sun were two beach chairs stretched out like a large mat.

Kori grabbed suntan lotion and sat down.

“Ryan can you rub some lotion on me?”

“Sure…”

Ryan rubbed his hands as she flipped over and unclipped her top. Ryan rubbed her back with the lotion and got her shoulders and the small of her back.

Kori surprised him even more when she pulled down her thong.

“Can you rub my ass too?”

Ryan was already getting a boner again as he rubbed her buttcheeks. He rubbed her legs down as well as her feet.

Kori rolled over and spoke up,

“Could you get my boobs?”

She had removed her top entirely, revealing perfect tits, already hard from the lotion rub.

Ryan nervously chuckled,

“So we’re going nude sunbathing, huh?”

Kori smiled,

“Something like that…”

Once Ryan finished, she sat up.

“Your turn.”

Ryan lay down, hoping to pull off the same tactic, when Kori surprised him.

In one swift move, she pulled his shorts off him and threw them on the ground.

Ryan tried I speak up but was beaten,

“Ryan, I know you want to fuck me. bursa rus escort So I guess this is reward for what happened today…”

She leaned down and started to stroke his erect cock. She twisted her fists back and forth, slowly stimulating his dick.

Ryan leaned back and moaned as she slowly put her lips around his tip. She slurped her way down to the base where his halls were.

Kori moved her mouth up and down, slowly deep thrusting him. Then she resumed her stroking as she sucked his balls slowly. Then she spoke up,

“You like it when I suck your cock Ryan? You like that?”

Ryan could only moan as he neared ejaculation.

“Have you ever gotten a blowjob Ryan?”

Ryan groaned and shook his head no.

“I’m… I’m a virgin…”

She made an o with her mouth.

“Oh Ryan, this is gonna be fun.”

Ryan let out a loud sigh as he suddenly erupted all over her naked body. She giggled and tasted his cum.

“Tastes so good… mmmm…”

She got up and helped Ryan up. Kori got on her hands and knees on the chair and said,

“Get behind me Ryan. I’ll show you what to do.”

Ryan held his erect cock and guided it up and down her butt crack. Kori leaned down and guided his cock into her pussy lips.

“Are you ready to lose your virginity Ryan?”

“Oh fuck yeah.”

She gave his dick a little push and Ryan slowly thruster in.

He instantly felt a rush of pleasure. He was inside his dream girl’s pussy.

“Oh fuck, holy fuck Kori” he moaned as he slowly thruster in and out.

He upped his pace and she started to moan too.

“Uhh… uhh… do me harder Ryan, oh fuck yes!”

Ryan continued to thrust in and out for a few minute, until Kori pulled away and sat him down in the bench. She climbed up and sat down on his cock.

Ryan slowly felt the rush of pleasure as she bounced up and down his cock.

Kori moaned as she stroked up and down. She leaned forward and bounced her boobs in Ryan’s face.

After three minutes, Kori got up and switched with Ryan.

“Fuck my tits, Ryan. Fuck them please.”

Ryan lowered his cock between her boobs and felt the urge to cum. She squeezed her tits as Ryan thrusted.

After only a few seconds, Ryan exploded all over her boobs and face. He let out a sigh and pleasure.

Kori giggled and slurped his cum off her tits as Ryan stood up and jumped into the pool to get rid of his sweat. As he leaned out, she said,

“We need to do that again.”

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You never forget your first time, no matter how good—or bad—it was. And even though mine was only a few months ago, and everything is still fresh in my mind, I don’t think I’ll ever not be able to remember every single detail. It was both an incredible experience and a horrible one at the same time, and a total accident.

I never planned on losing my virginity. Well, I knew I would at some point, just not then…not that night, and not the way it happened. I went to that party with zero intentions of doing anything like that. And that wasn’t because I’d never been to a party before and didn’t know what to expect; sure, sometimes things got crazy—especially at these parties—but I never went too far. At most I planned on having a few drinks, maybe get a little tipsy, and have some fun with my friends, and maybe even flirt with a few cute boys. But that was all. No way was I going to go any further than some kissing and harmless messing around.

Mostly everyone I knew had lost their virginity, but not me. I was the good girl, the one who waited. Of course I was never sure if I planned it that way or it just happened, but by the time spring semester came around there were only a few of us who hadn’t done the deed yet.

And that was perfectly fine with me because, honestly, having sex had never been a big deal to me, one way or the other. I didn’t care that I was a virgin, or that I hadn’t gone very far with a boy yet—which, in itself, was odd because I had been boy-crazy for as long as I could remember. I might not have gone all the way yet (or any of the way, that is), but I was the little girl in kindergarten staring across the room at Patrick because he was so cute with his blue eyes and dimples, the one who never thought boys were “gross”—even though I played along with my friends and said they were. We called them names and ran away, but I was only pretending; secretly I sat up at night dreaming about them kissing me behind the tree in my backyard.

But maybe that’s why not having sex was so easy for me. I’d been pretending to not want to do anything with a boy since I was seven and first learned what a “French Kiss” was that it had become commonplace. I was content to finish my last couple of months of high school, and probably even start college, pure. After making it all this way—to my eighteenth birthday and beyond—I certainly wasn’t going to lose my virginity in some cliche way, like at prom in the back of a limo or something. Nope. Not happening.

Anyway, the whole virginity thing had never been a big issue for me, and then when Lauren, one of my two best friends, lost hers—to one of the hottest guys on the football team—it changed something inside of me. Now I was the only one in our trio (Becky, the first one to lose it, was the other) who hadn’t had sex yet. But instead of becoming determined to lose it and join the club—which would have made way more sense—I started wearing my purity as a badge of honor. I was proud of it, and and planned to keep it.

And then Tommy Doyle’s party happened. Tommy Doyle was the oddest of the odd; he was way too weird to be cool, and he didn’t really have any close friends, but everyone loved him anyway. Part of it was his insanely cool and mega-hot older brother Johnny, and part of it was his parents were loaded. They lived in this huge house in the woods overlooking the lake, and once or twice a year Tommy and his brother would throw these amazing parties when their parents went out of town. I have no idea how they didn’t find out, but Tommy and Johnny never seemed to get in trouble.

You’d get a special invite sneaked into your locker a couple of weeks before the party, and practically everybody in school went. Of course there were those who said the parties were lame and that they didn’t want to go, but they always showed up anyway—claiming they only came to make fun of the rest of us. Right. Whatever. Who cares, really, because I never thought about not going. I always had a good time. Lots of fun, lots of cute boys, and something crazy would happen that’d be talked about for weeks afterwards.

I went with my usual crew…Lauren and Becky, and me. Lauren, like always, drove us in her mom’s Range Rover. By the time we arrived the music was blaring, drinks were flowing, people were in the pool, and everyone was partying. I dressed sexy, but not overly slutty like some people. Becky—I’m looking at you! Her boobs were popping out of her shirt, and her skirt as so small and tight you could practically see everything. She looked like she was coming to this party just to get fucked. And maybe she was, but whatever. Good for her.

I dressed a little more conservatively…wearing a pair of denim shorts, a black crop top, and a cute pair of sandals. Of course I also put on my “sexy underwear”, a black thong that was terribly uncomfortable, but I loved wearing. Even though I knew no one would see it or know, wearing it made me feel sexy and more confident. Glancing in the mirror before I left bursa escort I thought I looked pretty good, hot even, but not I’m easy or I wanna fuck your brains out hot.

The first hour or so of the party went as expected. I had a few drinks, laughed with my friends, and talked and danced with a couple of cute boys. The only real excitement was when Johnny stripped naked and dove off his second floor balcony into the pool. (Unfortunately, I was inside playing Never Have I Ever—which is kind of humiliating when there’s so much on your Never Have I Ever list—when that happened, and only heard about it afterwards.)

Anyway, by the time Ethan approached me I’d been at the party for a while, was feeling a little buzzed, and having a decent time. A group of us were sitting around the den…drinking, talking, and playing games. Some were even going a little further, getting frisky…not that it bothered me. It was fun.

I’d never met Ethan before; he was a friend of Johnny’s from college, and ridiculously hot. There was something about him, too, that made it so easy to like him. He plopped himself down on the couch, squeezing in next to me and just started blabbing away…talking about anything and everything. He was charming and complimentary, telling me how pretty I was, how hot my outfit looked, and how much fun it was getting to know me. It was so easy getting lost in his captivatingly deep voice, sensual green eyes, and adorable dimples. And it didn’t hurt that he was sitting so close I could literally feel his muscles flex when he moved.

Before I knew it he was rubbing my shoulders—but not in that creepy I’m-making-a-move-on-you kind of way—and whispering things in my ear that made me giggle and blush. Even though there were people all around us, Ethan made me feel like I was the only person in the world.

When he first leaned in to kiss me I was feeling shy and nervous, but half the people in the room were already crawling all over each other. I closed my eyes, leaned toward him and met his lips. I opened my mouth and felt the tips of our tongues connect, and it was heaven, better than any kiss I’d gotten before. He tasted sweet and salty, yummy and warm, and was very talented with his lips. Quickly I’d forgotten about everything else, wrapped my arms around his neck and fell backwards into the couch cushions.

Ethan was so good at this…he kissed me, nibbled on my neck and ears, and knew what he was doing. His touch was electric, touching me just enough, in the right way and in the right spots to keep me from stopping him…and desperately wanting more. His hands were caressing their way up and down my thighs and hips, working their way around to my butt, and then up the sides of my abdomen. His fingers slipped under the sides of my shirt, and I jumped when one of them brushed up against the side of my breast. (No boy—no one but me—had ever touched me there before.)

It was all moving so fast, faster I ever had, but it was fun and I felt powerless to stop it—not that I wanted to stop it. I couldn’t believe how far I was letting him go…and how much I was enjoying it, and wanted him to do more. His hands, big and strong, were massaging my breasts (over my shirt), rubbing and squeezing them, and it felt amazing.

“You have the tiniest little nipples,” Ethan said, flicking at them through my shirt. “They’re so cute.” I hadn’t even realized they were—barely—poking out. And then in one quick motion he slipped both his hands completely inside my shirt and started caressing and massaging my boobs and nipples. My bare nipples. Oh. My. God.

I wanted to yell at him, to tell him to stop, that he had gone too far, that I couldn’t do this. But…but…I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. It felt amazing, and was getting me really excited, and I didn’t want it to stop.

Then Ethan took it even further. He leaned into kiss me, then bit on my neck and worked his way up to my ear. He licked my earlobe, flicking it with his tongue and gently pulling on it with his teeth, and whispered something.

Oh my god!

Ethan wanted to have sex, to go all the way.

But he didn’t say it like that, where I could easily tell him no and push him off me. He was super sweet, and super sexy. He told me I was the hottest girl he’d ever seen, and that my kisses were magical. It was probably a line he’d practiced, but it didn’t sound like one. I melted. And he never said sex or fuck like most people do. He said, “You are so beautiful and sexy, Carly…I wanna be a part of you; I don’t think I can end this night without being inside of you, making love with you.”

Before I could answer he kissed me again, and started touching me all over the place. It was so erotic, and I was delirious and confused; I couldn’t speak, and didn’t know what to say if I could. I didn’t want to go all the way; I wasn’t ready to lose my virginity. But I didn’t want to stop, either. My heart was beating so fast, and I started sweating.

“I can’t,” I bursa escort bayan said, halfheartedly.

“Yes, you can,” he said, kissing me, touching me more aggressively. His hands were roaming everywhere…squeezing my butt, caressing my thighs, working their way up to my private areas.

When I felt his fingers slipping inside the sides of my panties I quivered. “I can’t,” I said again. “I’ve never done this before.”

“I’ll be gentle, I promise,” Ethan whispered. “You’re so beautiful…I don’t want this night to end without being with you.”

He was so nice and sweet, and so deliciously sexy that part of me—a big part—wanted to just go for it. Losing my virginity like this, to someone so hot and perfect, might be worth it. But I was scared, too, more than I’d realized. I was also super turned on, and actually pretty horny, and probably not completely in control of my actions. I wasn’t drunk, but had way more to drink that I anticipated, and was pretty buzzed—not that that was an excuse for anything.

Ethan and I continued making out for the next few minutes; he was kissing me, touching me, teasing me, and making me feel incredible—and then suddenly stopping and do it all over again. And then he’d ask again, just as I got to the point where I was most vulnerable. It was getting more and more difficult to turn him down. Finally, with one hand massaging my breast and pinching my nipple—oh god, how that felt!—and the other working the insides of my thigh, and his teeth nibbling and probably leaving marks al over my neck, he made his last plea.

“Oh, baby, I’m not gonna be able to stop myself soon,” he said, kissing my neck, cheek and mouth.

“Then don’t,” I answered. “Don’t stop. Let’s just go somewhere more private.”

Oh my god! What did I just say?

The two of us stood up and walked out of the room, holding hands. I was glad everyone was too busy to pay attention because it was obvious where we were going and why, and I was kind of embarrassed. Ethan led the way through the hallway into the kitchen, and then down a staircase to the basement. It was already empty down there, but we found a room off to the side…a TV room with a couch, a couple of end tables, and soft carpeting.

“This looks good,” he said. “Nice and private.”

Ethan sat down on the couch and pulled me onto his lap, kissing me, rubbing my shoulders and back, and pulling me tighter to him. I was getting into it, letting my fears and nervousness evaporate. If I was going to have sex for the first time, I was going to enjoy it. Then he pushed me forward, away from him, and grabbed each side of my shirt, quickly lifting over my head and tossing it to the floor. I sat on his lap like that for a moment, naked and exposed for the first time in front of a boy, my heart pounding.

“You look amazing,” he said, grabbing me and pulling me into a kiss. We rolled around a little bit…touching, exploring. My insecurities of showing myself to Ethan were fading, and hey, why shouldn’t they? I’d been taking showers completely naked in front of the girls at school since eighth grade, but with a boy it was different. And he was so cute and perfect. Then he stood up, unbuttoned his shirt, and threw it off to the side. With abs to die for, eyes to get lost in, and kisses like a god, I was a goner. He could have done anything to me and I wouldn’t have objected.

He knelt down in front of me, kissing my belly and rubbing my boobs at the same time. His kisses began working their way upward until his mouth met up with his hands. He started licking and kissing my breasts…first the right one, then the left; then the right one again, and back to the left. He kissed them, licked them, and then bit me on the nipple…gently at first, then harder and harder. It felt incredible…so good at first, like a tickling/tingling sensation, then a deeper, more sensual and hotter/sexier feeling. I was moaning so loud I was worried people were going to hear me. I didn’t care enough to want Ethan to stop, though.

But he did anyway. He stopped and moved back, targeting another part of my body. He took my legs and raised them above his shoulders, and started massaging my feet. He squeezed his hands around my toes, to my soles, and then to my ankles. He worked his way up each calf, rubbing, caressing and kissing. He was slowly making his way north, an obvious goal in sight. And as scared as I was, I wasn’t objecting. I wanted him to get there.

Finally, he reached the place no one had ever touched me before, and started massaging my private areas over my jeans. It was better than I imagined, and I could feel the moistness in my underwear. When Ethan reached for the buttons on my jeans I didn’t stop him, and lifted my butt off the couch so he could pull them—along with my underwear—off; he tossed them over his head and across the room.

And there I was. Totally naked, and completely vulnerable. Instinctively I squeezed my legs bursa merkez escort shut, but Ethan spread them apart with his hands.

“You are so hot,” he said, staring at my vaginal areas, and in that moment I was both totally embarrassed and super excited at the same time. And I was thankful that the older girls in the locker room showers all shaved and teased anyone who didn’t, because I wasn’t hairy and gross when Ethan took off my underwear.

It started slowly. Ethan took his time, caressing my legs, my things, and moving higher and higher units his hands were on either side of my most private, sensitive area. Then he touched me…there. First with one finger, beginning at the bottom of my slit and sliding it slowly upwards. Once, twice, three times. Oh. My. God. It felt…wow. I don’t even know how to describe it. On his fourth trip he stopped near the top, and began making circles with his finger on a spot—my clit—that felt so amazingly incredible. Once again I was moaning, begging for more.

“You’re so wet, baby,” Ethan said. “My sexy little virgin wants to become a woman, doesn’t she?”

“Uh-huh,” I said shyly. And then, to my astonishment, I added, “I want you to fuck me, Ethan.”

“Ooh, you bad girl,” he laughed. Then he licked me a couple of times. I squirmed at the sensation, both shocking and incredibly indescribable, sliding back and forth on the couch cushions.

Ethan slid his finger over my vaginal opening again, wetting it and then pushed it into my mouth. “You taste delicious, Carly, but I don’t want you being a virgin for even one more minute.”

He stood up and kicked off his sneakers, then unbuttoned his pants, pulling them, his boxers, and socks all off in one motion. His body…so hot, so perfect. I’d never seen a naked boy for real before, and it was better than I’m imagined. His member looked bigger than I thought it would, and part of me was terrified of it, while another part wanted to grab it and play with it. It was sticking straight out toward me, and I reached for it…excited to feel it in my hands, but only brushed it between my fingers when Ethan moved away. He was positioning himself—and me—for a better angle. With one knee on the couch, his other leg on the floor, Ethan spread my legs apart and moved himself closer.

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

Ethan maneuvered toward me with his manhood. I could feel the heat of his hardened penis against my vaginal lips. He slapped it against me a couple of times, then slid it over my slit, bumping into my clit. I moaned and giggled, both giddy with anticipated and frozen with fear. I closed my eyes and head my breath, and waited.

Then Ethan entered me, very slowly. I didn’t feel the pain I was expecting, not the way Lauren and Becky had described it. It was both better and worse than I imagined, if that makes any sense. It didn’t feel like the pain of getting hit or cut; instead it felt like my insides were on fire and being torn apart . With his first thrust, long and slow and deep, I hurt so bad I wanted to scream, to tell him to stop and never do it again, but I bit down on the insides of my cheeks instead. When he pulled back it hurt again, but I was able to let out my breath before he thrusted again. This time he went faster, and the pain singed my body so badly I groaned loudly, almost pulling my hips away from him.

“Are you oaky? Do you want me to stop?”?”No, it’s okay. Keep going.”

I can’t tell you why I didn’t ask him to stop. It hurt so bad that I had no idea why anyone would think this was fun. Stopping would have been so much better, but for some reason I wanted to keep going. It wasn’t pleasurable at all, hurt way more than I thought it would, but I was also kind of turned on thinking about Ethan, and his penis inside of me. There was something about him—physically gorgeous, and really fun to be around—that excited me, and feeling his hard penis, its skin hot and pressing against mine, inside of me, was just so erotic and tantalizing that I didn’t want to stop. We were like one person connected together, and that made me feel special.

After the first two big thrusts Ethan took, going all the way in and then almost all the way out—pulling it back all the way to the tip—he took a few shorter, quicker thrusts. That didn’t hurt as bad, but didn’t feel good either. It went on that way for a couple of minutes. He was saying something to me, but I wasn’t listening; it hurt so bad I was clenching my teeth and trying not to cry. And I noticed I was a little bloody, too. Ewe.

“Are you sure you wanna keep going?”

I said I did, but Ethan stopped and pulled out anyway. “Let me see if I can find anything to help.” He disappeared into a doorway on the other side of the room; I heard some running water, and then a moment later he returned with a small bottle and some toilet paper. “Well, your tight little pussy’s no longer a virgin,” he said, wiping up the mess he’d created. “And this should help…if you wanna keep going?”

Ethan squirted some baby oil onto me, at the top of my clit and let it drip down onto my pussy lips. His fingers making small circles on my clit felt amazing, and I began relaxing, unclenching my teeth. “Do you want me to fuck your cute little pussy some more?”

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Thank you to the person who suggested this topic, I named something significant in the story after you.

All of the fictional characters in this story are over 18.

*

“Want one last swig, Carrie?” Viv asks, offering me her flask.

“Sure,” I say, taking a long sip of the velvety smooth brandy.

“Well, I’ve got to go,” she says as I hand her flask back to her.

The little biplane we are riding in has stopped moving. We both know from experience the motor will stop momentarily. Viv stands up, in a stoop because the ceiling is too low for her to fully extend herself, and she smooths out and straightens her dress.

I shift in my seat and give her a little more room as the motor stops, and she opens the cabin door and steps onto the wing. I move toward the door and see that she is easing herself down on the ground. Bob, the pilot, is still getting out of the open cockpit, climbing down the fuselage side behind us.

“I would give you a hand if you would wait for a second,” our pilot says.

“That’s okay, Bob, I’ve done it hundreds of times,” Viv replies.

Tony has walked from the house that serves as a combination warehouse, store, hotel, post office, and occasional hospital out here in the middle-of-nowhere. Viv gives him a big hug and says something to him that is unintelligible to me. Then she retraces his steps in reverse.

Tony puts his right foot on the metal stirrup and grabs the hand-hold, stepping onto the wing where my friend had just been. He walks to the cabin door and I sit back into the far rear seat to give him room. He closes the door and sits facing me on the seat diagonally opposite.

“Hi Carrie,” he says softly with a smile.

The lightweight airplane moves around a little bit as Bob pulls two big bags of parcels and mail from the compartment directly behind the cockpit. He calls “EZ-JAL” — the registration code for this DH.50J — a “balanced” airplane because, with four passengers, baggage, freight, himself, and gas, it hauls as much as it weighs. But we will just have two passengers and a few letters on board when we leave ‘The Creek’ a rather optimistically named homestead.

Tony is smiling at me when I make eye contact again, so I stand and bend forward doing something unnecessary just so that he can look down my neckline and see my breasts. Getting very close, whispering in his ear I ask him bursa eskort if he “wants to” once we get airborne.

Young and muscular, but shy. Tony lives in the high savannah where there are no accessible women to date. He says “yes” to me with smiles rather than words. As I hear Bob climb back into the cockpit behind us I tenderly run my hand from his cheek to his neck to his chest and his waist. There I adjust and buckle his seatbelt before I sit back and put my own on.

After we taxi, take-off, climb and level out, I take off my seatbelt and reach over to remove his.

“Are you ‘up’?” I ask, as my hand lingers on his waist after unbuckling him. “Should I take this off as well?”

“He nods.” Baby steps I think.

“Look, Tony,” I say, “you are a sweet guy and I know that you want something. Just say what it is that you want. It makes it rather easier to get it.” Then I slowly pulled my dress off, folded it, and put it on the seat by the door.

“Well, Tony, what do you want?”

“Head …” he says very softly.

“Right, then I’ll blow you, suck you off …” I stop, seeing that my talking is making him uncomfortable.

I shift down in front of him. The small piece of plush carpeting is cushioning my knees. I unbuckle his belt, unhook and unzip his trousers, sliding them down around his ankles. I can see his penis swelling up and tenting his underwear. In a smooth motion, I pull his boxers down and set it free.

Helpfully, he shifts towards me in the forward rear-facing seat. I think about how much I would like to be fucked and have my vagina stretched by his big beautiful dick. It isn’t the longest I’ve seen lately, but it is nice and thick. It has a lovely vein that runs its entire length, terminating at the slightly thinner and darker opening at the tip.

Tenderly, I lick the circular opening where his outer skin turns inside to become his more sensitive inner skin. Lubricating him before I gently pull his foreskin back. Tony’s penis begins to ooze pre-cum. I move my mouth over the nerve endings in his exposed glans. Gently I engulf his head in warm saliva. Softly, slowly I lick the vertical slit at the tip of his cockhead.

Tony emits a muffled groan as I hold my face off-center towards the window and slide my wet, waxed, pursed lips down the turgid shaft of his penis. Sliding down until his dickhead is at the bursa bayan escort back of my throat. Then I turn my face ninety-degrees away from the window as I pull back.

I use the skills that my mentor taught me, lessons on the skillful delivery of oral sex that Bob imparted to me when I started out. Sliding my face down on Tony’s rigid member, sucking him in running my tongue all over his head. Tickling his spongy frenulum as it makes its way in my mouth. Turning my head one way as his penis goes down into my mouth and turning it the other as it comes back out of my mouth.

I ran my tongue over his hard penis every time I went up and every time I went down, over at a pace that quickened with each successive cycle. I was not only going faster, I was pushing it in and pulling back off more forcefully each time. He is moaning, as am I although my moans are somewhat muffled by the dick in my mouth and throat.

Throat, because once I had that beautiful thick prick at the entrance I continued with each cycle to push him in just a little deeper. Each thrust was harder, faster, wetter, and deeper into me. In a short time, even as big as he was, he was all of the way in. His twin balls in their hairy home made contact with my chin on each downstroke.

I continue working on Tony’s erection. I go down and I come back up, immediately going back down. I repeat the cycle, but then let him all of the way out and take a breath. His cock twitches wildly in the, cooler than my body, air. Then I engulf it in warmer saliva again. I repeat the cycle over and over and manage to get him off in a few minutes.

“You know, sweetheart,” I said as the semen he had just shot into my mouth and throat garbled my words a little, “if you hold my head while I am going down on you, you can direct my movements and keep me in the places that feel the best to you.”

“I don’t know–“

“You aren’t going to break me, I’m not a little girl’s doll made of bone-china.”

“I know …”

Tony was young. He had just left home at eighteen or nineteen he was shy and polite. I thought back to the first time I had ever given head, I was his age. Bob had been my older teacher.

The first time he came inside me it was shocking. I thought I was going to drown. He was spurting what seemed like a cup of semen down my virgin throat. I had bursa ucuz escort been so sheltered. I wasn’t aware of the technique, the mechanics, or how much fluid would be ejaculated.

I began to choke on the semen and Bob stopped, the cum flowed out from between my lips and down my chin. He made certain I could breathe and then he laughed.

“You are really good at cock sucking, but you need to learn how to swallow,” he said.

“Sorry …”

“No worries, you can still lick me clean.”

I did as I was told, and I licked the jizzim off of his dick and his ball sack. Then I showed him that I had only been surprised, not grossed out, by swallowing every bit of it. It tasted odd, really salty, I wasn’t sure that I liked it at first but then I realized that it had been made inside Bob’s testicles — well inside of Bob’s body as I found out later — but I loved it because it was a piece of Bob.

I love the spunk that I can still taste in my mouth too. The jiz that was created in Tony’s balls and prostrate before it was ‘gifted’ to me.

That thought coupled with Tony’s naive words to me were probably what was doing a job messing with my head at the moment.

I do what it is that I do, day in and day out. Not because I don’t have other, what most folks would call better, options. I do it day in and day out because I love it. I smiled the sweetest smile I could muster as Tony pulled his underpants and then his trousers back up. He zips them and buckles his belt.

“When are you going back to the homestead?” I ask.

He told me and I said that I’d try to be on that flight as well.

I keep promises.

“Bob, the next time that I suck you off I promise to swallow every single drop.” It’s what I told him years ago, after that first time.

“That you try is enough,” he replied. Then he took a handkerchief and wiped the cum from my chin and my mouth.

“I’m sorry that I laughed out loud,” he said.

“No, I’m sure that it was pretty funny.”

“I know you had never sucked cock before–“

“My first time,” I said,” I’m glad it was with you.”

“What’s wrong?” Bob asks when he steps inside the cabin, bringing me back to the present.

Apparently, after we parked as I was lost in thought, Tony had gotten out. Uncharacteristically I had not immediately followed and Bob was curious as to why.

“It’s nothing really.”

“If you want to talk about it Carrie,” he says, “you know that I always have time for you.”

He waits for a second and then sits down beside me. I reach out and take one of Bob’s big strong calloused hands in both of mine.

“Bless me, Father. For I have sinned …”

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One morning Daphne awakened and decided that this night would be the one when she would lose her virginity. It suddenly did not matter that in her twenty-one years of life, she had not fallen in love, nor did it matter that her precious innocence might be lost in a whirlwind of some meaningless encounter.

First of all, she sought her dearest and closest friend Min Aryan to obtain advise about the act of losing one’s virginity. Min only laughed when Daphne told her the plan.

“You can’t seriously be planning to find some guy and hop into bed with him!” Min exclaimed. “That’s the craziest thing I ever heard!”

“Don’t say that, Min!” Daphne grumbled. “I am tired of being a virgin! It seems I’ve been one forever!”

“I know you too well, Daphne. You can’t just sleep with some guy and not become involved,” was Min’s reply.

“I won’t let myself become involved,” Daphne denied. “I am only looking for a guy to rid me of my cursed innocence!”

“Don’t worry, if you go to the ‘Midnight Blue’ tonight and flaunt your stuff to all the hot studs in attendance, I’m certain it won’t be long till one of them offers to take you out for a little fun.”

“You think so, Min?”

“All you have to do is dance with him a bit, rub up against him, and give him a little encouragement.”

“How would you suggest I do that?”

“You’re not that innocent, are you?”

“Hell, you know I’m not.”

“Okay, well— first of all, wear something really sexy— I mean the sexiest thing you have in that prim, little wardrobe of yours. Next, while you are at the ‘Midnight Blue,’ and you have the one you want in mind, get him out on the dance floor. Then you start rubbing your body against his. Şirinevler escort It’s very simple and it’ll turn him on real fast.”

“Okay, then what?” Daphne demanded.

“Well, by then he’ll start to kiss you. After that, he’s yours. The rest is totally up to you, but I suggest a nice, quiet place for the act of losing that damn virginity of yours.”

“What’s it like, Min? I mean, doing it for the first time?”

“It’s not so bad, Daph. Trust me. There will be some pain and a little bleeding, but it will all be worth it. Believe me!”

“It will most certainly be worth it, if I find the right guy!” said Daphne.

“Okay. Let me help you get ready to find him then.”

Daphne ended up borrowing one of Min’s slinky dresses for the occassion. It was made of a white silken material and accented with bold purple lace. It only reached the top of Daphne’s thighs and showed off most of her sexy, tanned legs. It possessed a low-cut bodice which left a large portion of her ample breasts in view.

After Daphne had squirmed into the tight dress, Min insisted on fixing Daphne’s hair and applying her make-up. “Okay, but just hurry up about it. The ‘Midnight Blue’ opened over a half hour ago, and I can’t wait to go over there and find my man,” Daphne said to her in an almost-snarl.

Min succeeded in making Daphne’s hair look wind-blown and wild. Daphne looked at her appearance in the mirror, gazing in approval at her wavy dark hair and freshly applied cosmetics. She slipped on a pair of dangly gold earrings, stepped into light-brown leather shoes, and let out a loud sigh.

“You’re ready, Daphne. Go knock him dead, Kid,” Min said with a smile, ushering her Ataköy escort out the door of her apartment.

“Wish me luck,” she said, feeling the very first twinge of uncertainty grab at her.

~*o*~

Daphne didn’t see him right away when she entered the ‘Midnight Blue.’ There were a lot of people there that night, and the dance floor and the nearby tables were packed with dozens of hot, sexy men. Daphne’s prospects were many, but it was ultimately HIM who ultimately had her attention.

Daphne could not say what it was that attracted her to him. Later she decided it must have been his eyes. They were ever so brown but they changed color with the reflecting light. Those eyes were very intense as he pierced his gaze into hers. He made her hot all over with just his look, and Daphne found it suddenly difficult to breathe normally as he approached her across the crowded room where she stood near the dance floor.

Daphne suddenly had the urge to run from him and throw her body against his all at once. Damn! No man had made her feel like this before. He had to be the one!

She made her decision right then, before he had even touched her or had spoken a word to her, that he would be the one to make love to her for the first time. “I’d like to dance with you,” she heard him say, his words a whisper but his intentions a scream.

Daphne said nothing as she took his hand and guided him out to the dance floor. The song was a relatively slow one, and in a heartbeat she was in his arms. Incredible feelings rushed over her as his body seemed to entangle with hers. She could feel his warm breath fanning her cheek as he crushed her closer, as his fingers fisted her hair. Bakırköy escort She suddenly found herself longing to make love to him right then and there —- on the dance floor if he would allow it!

Suddenly he pulled back from her, his eyes once again searching hers. “I don’t even know your name,” he said, his wonderful eyes again making her feel all tingly inside. “My name is Shane.”

“Shane,” she whispered back, testing his name on her lips. “My name is Daphne.”

“I want to spend the night with you, Daphne,” he suddenly said, the words coming fast, ramming into Daphne’s heart.

He didn’t give her the chance to reply. His lips swept down to taste hers, his arms suddenly crushing her daringly close. She felt his tongue coaxing hers and all thoughts left her head. She was lost.

“Daphne,” she heard him whisper, and she suddenly realized he was no longer kissing her, although she remained crushed against the length of his tall, muscular body.

“Make love to me, Shane. Please,” she managed to speak in a strangled voice. “I want you so much.”

Daphne felt the wild response of his body with her words. His muscles seemed to tighten around her, his hard arousal evident against the flesh of her tummy. “You don’t know what you are saying, beautiful one,” he said in an almost harsh sigh as loud song with a fast rhythm began to play.

No one seemed to notice that he and Daphne were locked in close embrace during the song, for many of those around them were dancing similarly. “I know exactly what I’m saying,” Daphne insisted. “I want you, Shane. Tonight.”

“Wait right here,” he suddenly said. He then disappeared into a sea of strangers, and Daphne feared she may never see him again, her body protesting from having lost the warmth of his.

She was close to panicking when he finally returned, a knowing smile on his lips. Something gold flashed within his hand and Daphne’s eyes caught upon it. “The keys to my friend’s van. We’re going to the lake.”

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