My First Time

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For the next couple weeks I started going in the store

Then one day, I got a cold cider and stood in her line even

She held my hand to her pussy. Her other hand went to my

Michelle said, “Oh thank you God for sending this man to

After carrying in the food, I rushed to my bedroom and

When I came back downstairs Mom asked, “Feel better?” Then

A couple of minutes later they came out and spotted me.

I remembered what she had asked me, yesterday; “Will you

My cock was instantly overwhelmed with sensations, and

Just as mom was walking away, she said to Michelle, “Shoot,

Well I confessed to having had sex with Michelle. Mom was

“ I believe I must live right, despite the actions I took

No one seemed to notice Dad’s blushing, when mom revealed

Michelle nodded. Then mom said; “I do have nightgowns that

Taking my hand, she led me slowly up to our bedroom. There

Before entering, Michelle said; “Franky; before God I

I was stunned and speechless. All I could do is drop to one

She smiled and pulled on my arm. With tears of joy she said;

She stood there letting me peruse her beautiful teenage

We fell asleep in one another’s arms and were not disturbed

Mom and I were practically rolling on the floor in laughter.

Michelle admitted that she envied the girls that came into

That evening the four of us enjoyed playing a card game;

Saturday morning, Michelle made a great breakfast and Mom

Dad was speechless at seeing her this way. Blushing, he made

Mom grinned and stepped back in the kitchen to prepare the

I had to gently advise Michelle that it wasn’t considered

“Oops” she said.

After all, in the past she had been covered from head to

I was treated to three more sets;

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After that I saw her in some

 Michelle stripped and got

Michelle spread her knees wide

Finally, I told Mom that I didn’t

She looked at a confused Michelle

Then Mom left us and said; “I have

“I can’t take it anymore,

That was when she sucked my cock.

Just then we heard my mother’s

Michelle was shocked, and I just

“Oh yeah, Very fine.” I assured

Her hair was up in a bun on her

Then she said, “You all know me.

Then she looked to the sky and

Mom and Dad stood up for us and

Mom and Dad went away that night

Too much information, mom!

Michelle is truly a godly woman

True to her word, we went

The next August, three weeks

My Mom followed a couple minutes later. She carried a

Then I placed my daughter in her arms before she could

Michelle and I believe that this little girl will have a big

The next spring, Michelle and my

Mom’s bridge club also spread the

Michelle handed me the money, but

I handled all things web, and

Michelle had a great network of

Dad planted a couple apple trees

By Thanksgiving we were getting

In March, Michelle and Dad

Again, the Mennonite connections

Dad bought a side of beef and

One night we were settling in bed and I asked her which

“It’s about homemaking. It’s referred to as ‘The Virtuous

I nodded and rolled to my side facing her. As I stared at

Who may make discovery of

The heart of her husband

She does him good and not

She gets wool and linen,

She is like the

She gets up while it is

After looking at a field

She puts a band of

She sees that her marketing

She puts her hands to the

Her hands are stretched

She has no fear of the

She makes for herself

Her husband is a man of

She makes linen robes and

Strength and self-respect

Her mouth is open to give

She gives attention to the

Her children get up and

Unnumbered women have done

Fair looks are a deceit,

Give her credit for what

“Actually, yes! Song of Solomon.” she beamed. “But those

“Yes! It’s just a couple pages after the Virtuous Woman

She turned to Song of Solomon Chapter 7, and handed the book

As I started reading, I felt her hands slide down my torso.

How beautiful are your feet

Your stomach is a store of

Your two breasts are like two

Your neck is as a tower of

Your head is like Carmel, and

How beautiful and how sweet

You are tall like a

I said, Let me go up the

And the roof of your mouth

I am for my loved one, and

Come, my loved one, let us go

Let us go out early to the

The mandrakes give out a

“Oh god!” I said. “Who knew this was in the holy bible?”

Then I felt Michelle’s warm tight lips around the base of my

“Oh! Baby!” I blurted out when I felt my tip tilt slightly

“Please keep reading to me, Franky. I don’t think I’ve ever

After a few more slow strokes, Michelle popped her head up

“Is there a passage about sucking cock?” I asked.

“Sadly, no.” Michelle admitted. Then she added; “Should I

“That sounds great!” I said.

She sucked some more, then slipped off and offered; “When

Who knew that Mennonite women can be the best lovers!

Post script.

Eventually, Michelle’s collection of cottage business

Michelle and I oversee the whole operation, but each

by f bailey for Sex

by Eeveelynn. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

“Baths ready.” I heard echo out of the bathroom.

“Thankyou.” I mumbled, getting up from the bed, slower this time.

The bath was aromatic, full of bubbles and looked so peaceful. I leaned against the door frame closing my eyes.

“Cat, are you going to be ok in there?” He questioned softly.

“I’m fine!” I snapped back to reality. I was aware of my stubborn determination to be self sufficient, especially after having panic attack.

“It’s ok to need help.” Again the soft tone of his voice irked at my independence.

“I’m fully capable of having a bath, what are you going to do? join me? It’s ok, I’ve got this.” I said trying and failing to unzip the back of my dress.

“If that’s what it takes to know you’re ok? Then yes.” he replied as he lifted my hair and unzipped the dress for me, sliding it off my shoulders. The brush of his hands felt soft against my skin, giving me goose bumps.

If I hadn’t just burnt out all my brains reserves of adrenalin having a panic attack, I’m positive my mind would have been running at a thousand miles an hour, but for the first time in a long time, it wasn’t. I was entirely focused on the basic things - like how relaxing the bath looked and how good it would feel to wash my face and hair. I still had some wits about me, as romantic as the concept of having a bath together was, and despite how my body was reacting to the idea, I wasn’t necessarily in the right headspace for anything intimate; I tried to make that thought process clear.

“It can’t be anything. But, yeah, I’d appreciate the company. I don’t really want to be alone right now.” I offered honestly, “but you can’t look.”

“I know.” He sighed, “Not like this, this is not how I ever imagined it Cat, I sincerely just want to make sure you’re ok.”

“Not like this…?” I repeated what he said. My brain and heart took a double take as I stared up at him. He’d thought about it, he’d thought about us. “OK, I’m not looking.” He turned around, embarrassed.

I slipped out of my clothes and slowly hopped into the bath. It was gigantic, so full of bubbles. The water sitting almost at my shoulders, I was able to easily sit sideways with my knees up to my chest.

“OK, you can look.”

“Aw you look so small.” he noted, sitting next to the bath.

“I thought you were going to join me?”

“Ah, it’s ok, I’ll just keep you company, I really want to let you have space.” He reached and scooped up a handful of bubbles, placing them on my head “Cat in a hat.”

I took a hand full of bubbles and blew into it, spraying him with them, he laughed and sighed.

I turned to lie and stretch out in the bath, considering I had it all to myself, I thought it best to make the most of it. He leaned against the tub and played videos on his phone to keep us both amused, occasionally splashing me.

“You know you actually need to wash yourself in the bath?” he joked.

My eyes fluttered open and shut again, “Im just so tired, you said to relax.” I twisted his words to fit my agenda.

“Come on, wake up!” he splashed my face.

“No, you wake up.” I lazily splashed him back.

“We can’t hide in here all day.” Splash.

“You can’t hide in here all day,” I splashed him again “This is my home now.”

“I thought Cats hated water.” Splash.

“It’s a myth, I’m a purrmaid now” I stretched out, enjoying my terrible pun and attempting to ignore the barrage of water attacks.

He splashed me just for the bad joke, he sat there looking a little angry and wet “That’s it! Cat-tatonic, you can’t stay in there forever.” he got up and left the room.

“I can and I will!!” I yelled after him.

I didn’t feel bad about it at all. I lied back again, closing my eyes and enjoying the peace, trying desperately not to accidentally fall asleep.

He sauntered back a few minutes later wearing a towel. With all the photos and videos he’d sent me over the years I’d never actually seen him shirtless. I drank it in for a minute, his shoulders and arms were my favourite part, muscular with full sleeves of tattoos.

“Hey, hey, hey, no looking.” he laughed and I covered my face with my hands, clearly still looking. “Cat, I don’t really like my body, please?”

“OK, ok, ok, just saying, I don’t see why.” I turned away from him, this was difficult, I could have stared for decades, etching his physique into my mind like stone.

“Now schooch over,” he demanded, “If you’re never getting out, I’m getting in.”

I moved forward in the bath and he stepped in, sitting behind me, making the water rise and splash a little over the edge.

“OK, you were right, this is pretty relaxing. Well, pretty and relaxing.”

I looked back and smiled at him, he always got to me with his sneaky compliments.

“Alright now, come here” he said, I backed up little so I was sitting between his legs but not fully against him, I felt a sudden cold on my head.

“What are you…?”

He was washing my hair, I was confused but ok with it.

“Since you’re determined to just sit and do nothing, we’ll be here for ever, so I’ll do it.” He started to massage the shampoo into my hair, It was a nice feeling, I’d only had hair dressers ever do this and it wasn’t like they actually got in a bath with you. It felt so intimate and caring, his hands massaging my tired head. I was close to melting down the drain with the water at that point, I was so at peace. I certainly didn’t expect him to randomly blast the conditioner out with the shower head set to cold.

I screamed and turned awkwardly in his lap “You bastard!”

He was just smiling that dumb fucking smile that he always used to get away with anything. I put my knees on his legs to gain purchase and grabbed his throat lightly. I suddenly noticed he was looking down, not at my face. In my attempt to be threatening, I was giving him a full view of my breasts, nipples perky as the cold water dripped down my body. Something about the way I’d grabbed him dominantly stirred something inside me, something I didn’t know was there.

“If this is how I die I’m 100% fine with it.” he gleamed.

“Ah, you pervert.” I teased, dropping back down into the water and turning my back to him quickly. Deflecting my own thoughts yet still sitting between his legs again, choosing to be closer this time.

“hey, I did nothing.”

“Sure.”

He got a loofa and started scrubbing my back gently

“This is kinda weird right?” I said thinking aloud, my brain starting to work again.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Not at all, but I mean, we’ve sorta just met.”

“We’ve been friends for eight years.” He said defensively.

“Online though.” I reminded him. “So have you bathed chris?” I was referring to one of our mutual male friends.

“No, but he’s never refused to get out of a bathtub before, I guess this is a new one.” he laughed. “Arm up.”

I raised my arm, he glided the loofa up and down, washing it, then proceeded down the side of my body, grazing my breast and hip.

“Other one.”

Same thing again, one of his hands had snaked its way to resting on my waist, I wasn’t sure why it was so intensely comfortable but also so present in my mind. All the physical touch in such a gentle caring manner was turning me on a lot more then I expected.

“Do you want to do the rest? Or do you want me to?” He questioned, it had become apparent the next parts would be very intimate. I slid back against him so my back was on his chest.

“Is it weird I’m enjoying this? this is so relaxing and..” I paused, changing my thought pattern “I can do it if you don’t want to?”

“Not weird at all, I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’m so glad your feeling better” he pulled my waist towards him so I was fully pressed against him for a hug. He body felt good against mine, his arms felt strong wrapped around me. The bubbles, the water, all adding an extra layer of sensation. I knew he was being kind but it was impossible to not notice that he was absolutely turned on, I could feel him so hard against my back.

“Seems like your feeling pretty good yourself.” I giggled.

“Hey, I really can’t help it, it doesn’t have to mean anything. I just, can’t…” he paused for a moment to collect his words “I can’t control what my body feels with you naked. Just ignore it, I promised I wouldn’t do anything but help you.”

“I think I understand the feeling.” I sighed quietly to myself.

“Hmm?”

“Nothing… you missed a spot.” I said handing him the loofa again.

He slowly washed my shoulders and collar bone, then skipped to my waist and stomach, he started mirroring what he was doing with his hand on one side, loofa in the other and occasionally swapping. It was slow and sensual, it felt like he was exploring my body. At a leisurely pace he moved to my legs and thighs, stopping just short of anything to intimate. I knew it wasn’t intentional, but it felt like teasing and it was driving me wild, I could tell how wet I was even in the water. I was aware of my pulse in my pussy as he ran his hands up my inner thighs. I could feel his cock getting even harder, I wasn’t sure that was possible when I had first lied back against him.

He moved his hands up to my breasts, finally. I wiggled my ass, just a little, back into him. I was testing the waters, feeling his cock twitch against me, his breathing got heavier and faster. He slowly caressed my breasts, at first appearing to wash them but after a minute had past and his hands still lingered, I was sure he was just enjoying them.

“I don’t mind at all.” I said, wanting to give him some confirmation that I was enjoying the attention to detail, I leant my head back against his chest and closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation. He let the loofa go and slid his hands around, slowly squeezing and massaging my chest. Letting his fingers glide over my nipples, which were getting harder at his touch. He intermittently pinched each one, I moaned a little, not intending to, but rather unable to controll it. His hands started to take turns at exploring more of my body.

“You’re really beautiful and soft, you feel amazing.” he sighed in my ear.

In a lot of ways I wanted it to stop but I also couldn’t seem to say no. I was so heavily conflicted between my attraction and fear of the level of intensity. I’d always been scared of Henry in that way, I always felt like I’d die of thirst without his attention, but I also felt like I’d drown in the emotion attached to it. He had, and probably always would be ‘The one’, as stupid as that sounded. He wasn’t the guy I imagined fucking without strings attached, he was so much more to me. He came with the dream of the life after, the simple life; full of laughter and light. We’d spent eight years talking everyday, never tiring, never losing interest. He was always a passing ship in the night, one of us always in a relationship, the unobtainable and that felt so safe. However, right now, we were both alone, together. Everything about him felt so right, his hands on my body, his presence, the way we fit together so well, just lying on him watching TV or even now, in the bath, it just felt so much like I was a part of him and he was a part of me.

I tensed up and he felt it, he stopped touching me instantly.

“Evelyn, are you ok?” He didn’t say Cat, he used my actual name not the nickname everyone called me.

“I just…” I turned in the water, sitting up and slipping my legs over his to face him, “Can we do this?”

“Only if you want to?” He looked at me puzzled.

“I mean, with you? can it be casual? Isn’t it always going to be more?”

“Cat, it can mean whatever you want it to, or I can stop right now if you want and I’ll go get dressed. You know how I’ve always felt about you, but also, I respect you. It can just be fun, if that’s all you want at the moment. I’ve never been able to do this kind of thing without the connection, but I already have that with you and nothing will ruin that. All I can think in this moment is that fucking you would feel right, for once Cat, don’t overthink.”

I stared at him intensely. Was he just saying what I wanted to hear? Am I going to hurt him? am I going to hurt us? This is the type of thing that’s going to invoke a few days worth of reckless behaviour from me and I was well aware of my patterns.

“I really want to,” I admitted “my body is screaming at me to, but, I don’t want to hurt you.” I was watching his face intently for any sign that this could be wrong.

“I rather be hurt 1000 times then never feel you,” he put his hands back on my hips starting to pull me down onto his lap. “I need to know what it feels like to be inside you, I need to watch your perfect body bounce, I need to see your face as you feel me inch by inch, I don’t care about myself right now. I need to know what it feels like to make you cum.”

Fuck, he knew how to talk when he wanted to. He knew what was in my head and he knew how I felt. He also knew I wasn’t going to back down now. I hated that he knew me. I couldn’t help myself, I managed to lie to myself in that moment, maybe it could just be fun, maybe it wouldn’t have an effect on the dynamic of our friendship.

We’d talked a lot about sex with the distance keeping us safe, some nights spent exchanging fantasies, messages and videos. I knew everything about what he wanted, the magic words that would tip the scales for him, and he knew everything about how my body worked and what I might do. We both knew I was far more experienced, him only having a few sexual partners in the past worried me, but not enough to stop me. The logical part of my brain had shut down. I needed to be the dominant one here, I needed to show him. He could talk smoother then I ever could, but I could use my body.

“Cat we don’t have to- ” I cut him off and grabbed his throat, I enjoyed that feeling earlier, I wanted to try it again. I pulled myself to him and kissed him deeply, his hand raised to mine in shock but he relented and kissed me back. I kneeled over him and used my other hand to stroke his hard cock under the water. His hands slid across my body, I’m not sure he knew what to do with my sudden assault on his senses. I felt him moan into my kiss as I moved my hand up and down the length of his shaft, taking my time to rub slowly around his head, feeling it twitch in response. I released my grip off his neck and used my hand to move his hands to my ass which was hovering over him, he seemed to follow the motions amazingly. I continued to stroke his cock, surprised that it was larger then I expected.

I climbed further onto him sliding the head of his cock gently up and down, from my entrance to my clit, as I kept up the motion of sliding my hand up and down his shaft. He was starting to put pressure on my hips, begging to get inside me each time I slid up and down on him. The wetness of my cunt so different to the water of the bath. I teased him with each movement as I used his dick as a toy for my own stimulation, I wanted him to force me down onto it, he seemed to yield finally, grabbing my hips properly and pulling me onto him, inch by inch. I’d been turned on for the entire bath, I felt so swollen and as he forced his way in we both gasped, breaking the passionate kiss, locked into inhaling each other’s breath. By the time he was fully sheathed inside of me I was almost shaking, he fit so well, I wasn’t going to last long at all. I kissed him again, biting his lip and wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

I started riding him like my life depended on it, like every groan he made brought me closer to an edge I was ready to fall off a thousand times. I grinded harder against him, wanting to be so full I would never need to be fucked again, and it worked so well, up and down, him enjoying my bubble covered breasts as they bounced in his face. I felt the familiar buildup of my orgasm coming on as I rode harder and faster. I gripped him tighter as my pussy clenched around his cock, unable to keep my mouth shut I let out a very audible moan of pleasure, I leant back enjoying the aftershocks of my orgasm.

He seemed to be enjoying the expression on my face before he got a serious look, grabbing my hips harder than before and using my body. He was stronger than I expected, I wasn’t doing any of the work anymore, just enjoying feeling him lift me and pull me back down onto him as the water splashed around us and his face started to tense. I slid my hand back under water to rub my clit, if he was coming, I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to come again with him. It wasn’t hard for me to get close again, he was so focused, grunting and fucking me hard, I was loving the view, the way his arms and body tensed, the focus on his face, the way he threw his head back, moving me like I weighed nothing, grinding his hips up to mine.

I knew what would get him there, from every fantasy he’d sent me and I knew he’d fucking love it and hate it.

“You have to pull out, I’m not on birth control.” I teased at him, he agreed and started going harder than before, I could feel him twitching inside me, I knew I was going to cum when he did. I wrapped my arms around him and started fucking him back again, our hips meeting. He was starting to shake, he stopped suddenly.

“I’m going to cum, I have to stop.” He gasped, I knew what we both wanted to hear. I grabbed his throat again and held onto his back as tight as I could, continuing to grind against him as deeply as I could.

“Don’t you fucking dare, I’m not letting go, you’re going to fill me or we’ll never do this again.”

His eyes lit up with a touch of fear and excitement as he gave in, finally thrusting back knowing that I needed his seed, it only took a moment and I felt him explode inside me, shooting layer after layer of warm cum into me. My body fucking loved it, exploding into an orgasm that just kept clenching for what felt like minutes around his cock as it pulsed.

I let my grip loosen as I let my head fall against his, having an exhausted giggle, he smiled and laughed with me, wrapping his arms around my body and occasionally thrusting to see my face as we recovered our breath.

“You can’t do that or I’m going to need to cum again” I breathed, trying to lift myself off him, he held me down.

“Do it.” he whispered with an evil grin, I started to grind on him softly, it wasn’t going to take much. He leant me back and watched me, finally using his fingers to rub my clit, as my breasts bounced freely and he met each of my thrusts again, he was watching me so intimately but I couldn’t keep my eyes open. It was happening again, I gasped and held his arms tightly as I shuddered with another orgasm. He seemed so pleased with himself, kissing me again softy down my neck.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, moving my hair from my face “My good little cum slut.”

The language surprised me, but more in a way that I enjoyed. We both got out of the bath and wrapped ourselves in towels.

The bathroom was completely flooded, I giggled and bent to pick up my wet clothes. I felt his hand lift my towel at the back as I did, still bent over I looked back at him confused.

“Just admiring my work” he smiled that damn smile again, it always amazed me how confident men got after you fulfilled a fantasy. I moved into a presenting pose and let him enjoy the view of his cum dripping from my pussy for a moment, he slicked his finger up and down my slit.

“hey, no touching unless your prepared to finish the job again.”

He kept going, sliding his fingers back and forth over my clit before sliding his fingers inside of me, pushing his dripping cum back in. This man was determined to make sure I couldn’t think for a week.

But that’s when we heard a knock at the door.

by Eeveelynn for Literotica

by Ginger_Sun. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

I had been on a single stint for a while. It had been over a year since having any sexual pleasure from a man. During that time, I watched my roommate have visits from her boyfriend on a weekly basis.

One Saturday, my roommate and her boyfriend were out on a date. I was in the living room watching a movie when they got back in. They sat down and joined me. Seeing them on the couch flirting with each other, knowing they were going to get frisky later, in one sense made me jealous and in another turned me one a bit.

My roommate excused herself to the bathroom. We kept watching the movie without talking. I glanced over to catch him staring at me chest. First, I was a bit annoyed, but then I looked down myself and saw my nipples poking through. I had not been wearing a bra sitting around and getting a bit turned on had made them hard. I blushed and looked back at him with a brief smile before turning away. My roommate then returned, taking him away to her room.

On this evening, they were getting it on and got particularly loud. I turned down my TV volume so I could listen in as they each moaned in pleasure. This made me extraordinarily horny.

After they finished, I turned the TV back up and eventually fell asleep on the couch. Later in the night I woke up, still horny with my pussy throbbing for attention. I went into my own room and pulled my bullet vibe out of my drawer and started rubbing it around on my lips. I could not help but start to moan a bit myself as juice started to run down my leg.

I heard the hallway bathroom door open and quickly went quiet and rushed to turn off the vibrator, hoping my roommate had not heard me. The footsteps were gone and I thought she had made it back to bed. But then I heard my bedroom doorknob start to turn.

Her boyfriend peaked in. I blushed even though he could not see me in the dark. But then he asked, “Can I help you with that?” He must have heard the vibrator!

I was so horny, all I could do was nod my head yes. He quietly closed the door behind him and walked over to my bed. He picked up my vibrator, turn it on, and pushed it up inside me. “Yeah, you are wet. Let me take care of that.”

With the vibrator up inside me, he stroked his fingers on the outside of my night shirt. My nipples became rock solid. Then he began to message my breasts. I started to moan a bit again, but he put his finger over my lip reminding me we needed to be quiet.

The secrecy of getting it on with my roommates boyfriend along with the stimulation of the vibrator inside me was getting me very turned on. My pussy was begging for more.

I put my hand on his crotch and could feel he was rock solid inside his pants. I began rubbing on the outside to tease him. He gave an approving smile and turned up the vibrator to show his appreciation. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock. It was much larger than I expected. My roommate had found a treasure toy for sure. I rubbed it in my hands imagining what it would feel like inside me.

He then ran his hands down from my breasts along my stomach to my clit. It was very swollen. The vibrator inside me, my hand on his cock, and his fingers on my clit was almost more stimulation than I could take. I had to close my eyes and concentrate on breathing. My body started shivering.

I did not even notice that he had removed the vibrator until I felt his tongue stroke my pussy. I had not been eaten out in a long time. My body quivered each time as he stroked up and down. I could feel the juices running down as he graciously licked them up.

When I started to breath heavy, he let up and rolled me over onto my stomach. I felt my legs spread and then he slid inside me. “That’s what I remember,” went through my mind.

I felt him slowly thrust in and out. The angle had his penis pressing right on my g-spot. With each revolution, I could feel myself swelling slightly more. My body finally released with pleasure exploding in orgasm, screaming into my pillow to keep quiet.

He then dismounted. I turned around, grabbed his cock again, and stuck it in my mouth. I wanted to taste his cum. I sucked until he gave it to me.

When he was done, he quietly put his clothes on, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and left without either of us saying a word.

Neither of us ever told my roommate. And we never did it together again. But I am thankful for him filling my time of need.

by Ginger Sun for Literotica

Based on a post by secret sexy writer. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

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And soon, I lost all thought completely, as Alex Newberry brought me to the edge.

Over and over again.

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My name is Robbie, looks-wise I'm tall and lanky, awkward, with curly brown hair usually too long, and up to last weekend, a virgin College sophomore. I learned when you are single with few friends, meeting a woman is hard, meeting one that will touch your cock is harder, and the fact that I was a poor, scruffy underclassman was not helping.

Between class schedule, part-time work, and no real social outlet, I found myself stressed at school, so when I learned about a weekend scuba trip to a nearby quarry "Lake Lumiere", I signed up. I'd been "Open Water" certified in high school, but out of practice, I was looking forward to a little adventure.

Saturday morning at sunrise, the charter bus dropped us off at the Quarry's dive shop, I grabbed my rental wet suit, fins, and other gear and headed for the showers to change. There was a bank of 6 doors in the cinder block building on the "Men's" side, and the same behind them for women. The stalls were tiny shower/toilet/sink rooms, barely large enough for two, but room enough to change. Most of the doors were closed or marked "Occupied", but there was one door on the end slightly ajar, so I pushed my way in.

"Get in here and shut that door!" I heard a man's voice. My eyes were adjusting to the interior light but I reflexively obeyed, turning to lock the door behind me. When I turned around I saw this naked guy in the shower, his cock deep in a bent-over woman facing away from me, she was holding onto the shower wall for dear life. Her wet suit was unzipped past her ass, and she was moaning with pleasure: "Don't stop! Fuck me! I need your cock in me! Fuck! Fuck!" The shower guy was only too eager to keep going, his lean, muscled frame covered in hair, but you could see his six-pack abs and big chest flexing even as he pumped in and out of her, making her squeal and grunt. I tried to look away but stared as if I was watching it on my laptop.

The shower guy was pounding her hard, then he grunted "Ugh ugh ugh Ugh!" and I guess he climaxed, ejaculated, his cock slowly pumping away at her cunt. Just as she cried out "Oh, god, yes!" in ecstasy I heard a banging on the door and some other guy yelling "Sandy? Sandy, are you in there?" The woman whispered "Shit, it's my husband!" and then semi-stood up and looked over my way, noticing I was there for the first time. She had a swimmer's body, but big boobs, red hair, maybe in her early 30s, a very hot MILF in retrospect. Her face went from a post-orgasmic bliss to a mild shock at seeing me look over at them.

"Who the fuck is he?" she whispered to the guy still balls deep in her dripping cunt. He pulled out and zipped up her wet suit, kissed her, smiled, and said "Trust me." He reached up and unlocked one of the narrow frosted windows over the shower, and boosted her up. She was shapely, even with her with big tits stuffed into her wet suit. She looked around to see if it was clear, whispered "See you later, stud." and shimmied herself out the window, lowering herself down and I heard sounds of footsteps running away.

The nude guy didn't move to get dressed or cover-up. Laid back for a guy who just nailed a married woman; whose husband was right outside, pounding on the door. He looked very relaxed, then smiled at me, saying: "Open the door, bud?" so I, still a little stunned, unlocked the door and cracked it open. The guy outside pushed it open and asked "Sandy? Are you in there?" Almost knocking me over. I heard a voice behind me say "No "Sandy" here, but you can come it." Looking over my shoulder, Sandy's husband made a disgusted face, then looked and me and shook his head, moving backward until he turned and left.

I shut and locked the door, and turned to see the shower guy was still nude, then I noticed his semi-hard cock was wet and dripping cum onto the floor as he pulled his condom off. I looked at his face in horror. He grinned and said "Hi, I'm Tony" extending his hand to shake.

I was still dumbfounded, it must have been visible in my face. Tony lowered his hand and started to pull on his wet suit. "Your name is?" he asked. "Robbie" I managed to say, still not sure what was happening.

"Well, Robbie, you did a good thing just now, I owe you a favor."

"A favor?" I asked, "That dude thinks I'm gay! The whole camp might too!" I blurted out. Tony looked at me and asked, "She was pretty hot, wasn't she?" I nodded. He continued "Do you want to taste her twat?" I nodded. Tony then wagged his big, still dripping cock toward me and said "She came all over my cock, go for it!"

I must have looked appalled, Tony just laughed and pulled his wet suit up over his waist. "Robbie, you look pretty straight to me. But, playing gay just kept me out of a lot of trouble, so I'll make it up to you. Trust me."

I shrugged and returned to getting ready, pulling my wet suit on. I looked over at Tony, he was my height, maybe a little more, a little older, not much, with thick brown well well-kept hair on his head. Big arms, broad shoulders, hairy. A toothy but warm smile. He was one of those laid-back handsome types, the kind people liked immediately.

Tony asked me "Do you have a dive partner today?" I shook my head "No". He smiled and slapped my back "You do now!"

The morning diving turned out awesome, the quarry was cold but the water clear and full of all kinds of fish, and sunken vehicles to explore. Tony was an experienced diver, giving me tips and suggestions and we were quick friends. We didn't see Sandy all morning, but did get a lot of attention from other girls, Tony just naturally attracted them; he'd jump out of the water onto the dock, unzip his wet suit and flex a little in the sun, and Boom! Girls. They'd make any excuse to talk with him, and he seemed to thrive on the attention. After a while, I got comfortable doing "Wingman" duties, as it was a great ice-breaker and I think I talked to more girls that day than my entire life before this moment. It felt great.

At lunchtime, we dropped off our scuba tanks for an air refill and talked. "OK, who is Sandy?" I asked. "Honestly? Tony admitted, "I was looking for an open room to change, and she came up to me asking for help with her wet suit zipper, I noticed a ring on her finger but we talked and the next thing I know she's kissing me and rubbing my cock. I barely got my rubber on before she bent over and slid my cock up into her (very tight!) cunt! A minute later you showed up!" He acted like this was an ordinary morning for him, so I let it drop.

After lunch, we explored the quarry until our tanks were almost out of air, and packed our gear up, dropping off our tanks at the rental shop. Again, several girls from college would stop and chat, happy to talk with Tony and his friend, as if I got better looking by association. We had a great time, I didn't notice Tony had disappeared for a while but then showed up with two take-out boxes of burgers and fries, saying "I've got a beer at the tent, come on!"

He had pitched his tent next to his vintage red Mustang convertible, a real beauty. We sat nearby and talked more, Tony offered me tips to meet and socialize with women, what the best cars were, the best places he's ever gone scuba diving, and the many times a boyfriend or husband almost caught him fucking their wife or date. He was so casual about it as if it happened to everyone. I listened and hoped to remember his tips and advice. Before long the sun set and we lit a small campfire. There were the sounds of parties, radios blaring music, and cars as they returned from dinner or left the park. It was a great evening.

Tony checked his watch and said, "Sandy will be by soon, she told me her husband drinks and passes out not too long after dark." I was impressed, he knew how to read people, that was certain.

"Look," Tony said, "Stay out here for 15 minutes or so after she's in the tent, then come on in." I must have looked puzzled, but he winked and said "You'll know what to do."

Sure enough, as the sun set and the sound of crickets grew louder, we heard Sandy calling out "Tony?" softly, and he got up to greet her. I stayed in the shadows as he told me, watching them kiss and her hands going to his ass and balls while he squeezed her gravity-defying tits over the long t-shirt she wore. Her red hair was in a ponytail and she kicked off the beat-up sneakers she wore. She roughly pulled his swim trunks down, he stepped out of them and his semi-hard cock bounced and swayed, to her delight. Eagerly, without even looking around, he led her into the tent.

Almost instantly, I could hear the unmistakable sounds of her slobbering on his cock, and him moaning and encouraging her. "Suck that cock, Sandy, lick my balls!"

Sandy replied between gasps of air "Your balls are so good, I love your cock, it's so big! I'm hungry for your cum!" She squealed and gagged as Tony fucked her mouth, making sloppy wet sounds. A few minutes later, I heard her say "Oh, yes, your big cock fills my cunt so much! Yes! Deeper! Fuck me! Oh, yes, yes!" Then Tony: "You're twat is so tight! Oh, Oh, I'm close!" I never listened to real people having sex before, it was different than porn, that's for sure, more spontaneous, or real, maybe passionate? It's hard to say. It was getting me hard, though. This went on for a while until I heard her cry out, and Tony grunted "I'm cumming!" and she replied, "Fill my cunt, stud!" I suddenly remembered Tony wanted me to come into the tent, and even though I was apprehensive, I didn't want to chicken out now.

Tentatively, carefully, but doing as instructed, I entered the tent. Seated on the floor, Tony had both hands on Sandy's head and was fucking her mouth. There was a magnum condom discarded nearby, full of cum. Her ass was pointed up, her tits hanging out of her t-shirt, and I could see she was bare-bottomed, her cunt wet and glistening in the firelight, her lips red and swollen. Tony grinned at me, then nodded to Sandy's ass, and winked. I lifted her t-shirt over her ass, watching the firelight glint off her wet cunt. Tenderly, I touched my first cunt, running my fingers through the smooth wet folds and trying to find the elusive clitoris I've only seen in porn. Sandy moaned and spread her legs, inviting me to explore deeper. Tony flipped me a condom, and I dropped my trunks, my hard cock springing free, then fumbled to put it on as quickly as possible.

By now, my animal instinct took over and I was rock hard, I slipped out of my trunks completely and positioned myself behind Sandy, using the tip of my cock head to spread her wetness around. Sandy moaned again and said impatiently, "Just put it in!", so I positioned myself as best I could tell, and pushed.

No matter how much porn you watch, getting things to line up in person is not a simple task. I think she thought my awkward poking and sliding around was teasing because she giggled and gasped and finally pushed her hips back and I sunk in, she was so wet that I was balls deep before I knew it. Sandy started to fuck me back furiously, and I pretty much just held onto her hips for dear life.

"Oh Oh Oh!" she cried "Fuck me! Fuck fuck fuck! I can feel your cock, so hard!" she took her mouth off Tony's cock long enough to kiss up his chest and then stick her tongue down his throat.

Sandy was unleashed, her hips moved in and out and she rotated them, I looked down and saw her beautiful cunt split to take my cock, her cunt lips dragging over my hard shaft tightly. I felt like I was going to cum very soon, and tried to last longer but I had no control. I felt the hot cum boiling up and then my cock swelled up and I started pumping a giant load deep into Sandy's body, hot jet after hot jet. This only made her wilder and she fucked back more energetically than before. She bent over and started sucking Tony's cock again, her head bobbing up and down in time to my cock pounding her.

Tony leaned back and Sandy took his balls into her mouth, roughly, causing him to pull her up by her ponytail for a moment. She tugged loose from his grip and returned to his cock, licking all around and then taking the head into her mouth.

I had finished ejaculating, but Sandy's tight cunt felt great and she was still fucking me and I easily stayed hard, pounding her back and reaching for her big tits, to play with the nipples. Tony lay back and pulled his legs up, and I think she was eating below his balls, near his ass, from the animal sounds she was making the grunts from Tony. This woman was a crazy fuck, how her husband didn't take advantage of her nature, I'll never understand.

At some point she flipped over and around, pulling off my cock and bringing her knees up to her chest, exposing her dripping cunt to Tony, telling him "Fuck me now! I need to feel your cum in me!" Tony eagerly obliged, A fresh condom appeared on his cock like magic, then he grunted, sinking his meaty cock into Sandy. She cried out with pleasure and her hips ground against his pelvis, wildly. I was kneeling near her head, my slick cock bouncing right near her face. Tony lifted her legs onto his shoulder and pounded her deeper and faster than before, Sandy was making sounds like a crazy woman, as orgasm after orgasm shook her body.

Finally, Tony grunted and held her close, his body rigid and his breathing labored, then he relaxed and rolled off Sandy, propping himself up on one elbow and grinning. Sandy crawled over to him, kissing him on the face and down his chest, and idly playing with his semi-soft cock.

Tony reached back and grabbed a beer, offering Sandy a drink, she took it and drank long before giving it back. Tony finished it and lay back, closing his eyes, and said sleepily "Kid, make sure she gets back to her tent safe, OK?" and that was that.

Well, Sandy gave up trying to get his cock to respond, and frustrated, pulled her t-shirt down and found her sandals. "Come on, Kid!" she said, starting without looking back.

I ducked to leave the tent when Tony opened one eye and said "Kid!" and I turned just as he flipped a new condom at me, winking before leaning back and closing his eyes. I put it into my pocket and then sprinted to catch up.

I was not sure about getting too close to her tent, husband sleeping or not, but Sandy had other plans. We took a detour down to the quarry, to the boat docks. She stripped off her shirt and jumped into the water nude, then called back for me to join her. So, I did.

"So," she said, "You were a virgin, well, until tonight." I must have looked stunned and started to think of how to deny it and look non-dorky but she took my hand and said "You were fine, don't sweat it, kid." then she got closer and whispered in my ear "In fact, you were more than just fine, even for your first time!" I admit I was relieved to hear that, no one wants to learn they are no good in bed. She leaned in a kissed me, for a second I was too surprised to move, then my body took over and I kissed her back, my tongue deep into her mouth, and hers in mine. I took a chance and felt her hard nipples over her t-shirt, until she lifted it up and put my hand directly onto her tit, forcing me to knead and fondle it. I felt myself getting hard again.

She felt along the dock until she found a bar of white soap, they were everywhere since the divers used them to lubricate up their arms and legs before pulling on a tight-fitting wet suit. We washed each other in the cool water, it was very nice, she made sure I cleaned her tits well, then she guided my hands down to her lower back and of course, her well fucked cunt and tight ass, and she, in turn, made sure my cock and balls were clean. In this brief lull in the action, we made small talk, as if two nude people, a college boy, and a married woman, washing each other in the dark in a lake, was completely normal.

Not knowing what else to say, I asked "So...Married, huh?" Sandy kind of chuckled as she soaped my chest. "Yeah, I am. I do love my husband, but he likes to drink and then he can't get a hard-on, you don't know how difficult it is to be so frustrated!" she admitted. "Tony's not much of a fuck, but he's got a nice cock, you know?" She asked. I kind of grunted a "yea", not sure if I should admit I noticed.

She pulled me into the shallows and we sat in the soft pebbles, she soaped up my hand and asked "Have you ever fucked anyone in the ass?" I was puzzled by the question, If I was a virgin, how the heck would I have had experience with anal? Sighing, I admitted "No." She grinned. "I'll show you."

She pulled my soapy hand to her asshole, and leaning back, helped me find her tight pucker. "Start by circling the ring, working your way slowly to the center.." She moaned her approval, and continued "Then, slowly, gently find the center and push a fingertip past the muscle.."

I did, her ass felt smooth under the soap, her hole hard and unyielding, but I followed her instructions and gently worked a fingertip past her tight ring. She inhaled, and whispered into my ear "Let my body relax, then when you feel it loosen up, slowly push in deeper." Her voice was so erotic, and her directions so sensual, I felt my cock harden again and my breathing starting to quicken.

As she said, I felt the hard ring soften a bit and then pushed my lubed finger past the second knuckle until it was as deep as I could get it. She made soft cooing sounds of pleasure, holding me closer, I felt her hard nipples against my chest. I moved my finger in and out slowly until I felt things get loose again, then added a second finger. She smiled and rotated her hips in time to my finger fucking her ass until I felt like a third finger would slip in easily, it did.

She writhed and clutched me closely, gasping and breathing out slowly. I was enjoying being in control over her body like this, with only three fingers, when she said "I think I'm ready for your cock, now." I deftly slipped my condom on.

She lay back on the beach and I got between her legs, she rotated her hips up further than with Tony, and I could feel her ass teasing the head of my cock. She reached down positioned it right at her sweet little hole, and said "Slowly, let me get used to your thickness." I loved hearing that I had "Thickness".

I put pressure on her asshole and felt my cock head hit the resistance of her tightness, then slip into her as she gasped and tightened her grip on my arm. I held it for a few seconds until she told me to go ahead, then I pushed gently and felt my cock slip into the base, deep inside her.

Sandy inhaled sharply and I froze, then I felt her hips start to move and she rode my cock in and out of her ass, after a few moments I started to fuck her ass back, using long, slow strokes. It was amazing, very different that the hot wet cunt I had earlier, but something so mind-blowing and taboo about it too, I think I was feeling an orgasm rising in my brain before one started in my cock. She gasped and pushed against my chest. "Are you OK?" I asked She nodded yes, and I slowly leaned forward. In no time, I was buried to the hilt in the married ass of this sexy woman, I started to stroke slowly in and out. I could feel the muscled opening of her ass as they gripped my cock, much tighter than her cunt was earlier around my shaft, but only tickling the head of my cock, not the intense friction from vaginal intercourse. Between the intense feeling and erotic taboo of married ass playing in my mind, I would not last long. As my rhythm increased, Sandy began to passionately moan "Oh...oh....oh....this feels so good. Faster! Deeper! I'm going to cum soon! Give me your cum! Fuck me!" It went from a demand to a pleading, almost begging.

I sped up my thrusting and Sandy started to fuck me back harder, making animal noises and looking like she was losing all control. "Oh God!" she moaned, her rectum flexing around my shaft as I thrust. "Oh fuck! I'm coming! Don't stop! Faster! Deeper!! Oh!... Oh!.. Oh!!" Her body seemed to pull my orgasm out of my core, and I felt powerless to hold back, feeling her approaching climax triggering my own, I began to feel my cock start to pulse and shoot and empty my balls deep into her. My nuts were banging against her as I slammed in and out of her ass. "I'm cumming!" I yelled involuntarily and unleashed massive spurt after hot spurt up her ass.

Sandy's body jolted in sync with my cum, perhaps as she felt my cock pulsate with orgasm deep inside her, and that seemed to trigger a second orgasm of her own, more powerfully in intensity and duration, sending her over the edge again. As she held me close, tightly and writhed uncontrollably with her body-shaking climax, her pucker muscles contracted around my cock and milked any remaining cum from my shaft.

I kind of collapsed on top of her, and we held each other for a moment, a sweaty, exhausted pile, then I slowly rolled off and felt my cock slide out and fall against my thigh, the condom slipped off my deflating cock followed by a flood of cum. Sandy, still panting, smiled and kissed me, then she pulled me up and together we washed off in the cool shallow water.

True to my word, I walked her in the moonlight to within sight of her tent (or, at least the one she identified as hers) still kind of in disbelief over what just happened, and that no one heard us.

Sandy cautioned me to hold still next to her car, a few feet from where they camped. Then she crept up to her tent and peered in. Her husband was snoring, loudly, passed out face up on his sleeping bag, completely nude. His big, but soft cock flopped between his hairy legs. I was standing by her car, nervously glancing around, just eager to leave. She tiptoed back to where I was standing, a sly grin on her face. "Want to have a little fun?" she asked, "I need to teach him not to drink so much! Want to help?" then grabbed my cock through my still-wet swim trunks. My brain screamed "Run!" but my cock got hard again, as she rubbed it from tip to balls. I hesitated, not sure what to do, when she knelt and started to nibble and lightly bite my cock through my shorts.

I looked over at her husband lying there, oblivious, and my brain lost a fight to my cock, I pulled my shorts down, freeing my now hard cock. "Ooh!" said Sandy, wasting no time taking it into her mouth. I stood there in the dark, staring at her sleeping husband, while she sucked my cock. And did she! Oh, my god, it felt great! She used her tongue, took me deep, sucked in her cheeks, and slid her lips over my cock until I was ready to explode. "I'm close!" I whispered. Quickly, she stood up then turned around and bent over the car, backing her wet cunt onto my cock in a quick move! She started to fuck me bareback and I didn't last more than a few strokes before I blasted a hot sticky load deep into her slippery cunt. I put my hand over my mouth to keep from making any noise, terrified of waking her husband up! Her cunt clamped down on my cock until the last pump of cum was done, then she removed her t-shirt and tossed it into the tent. She whispered into my ear "My cunt is full of your hot cum! Watch me teach him a lesson!" I wave of fear hit me and I desperately tugged up my trunks, looking for a quick escape.

Sandy kissed my cheek and said "You're a good fuck, Kid!" then bounced off to enter her tent. Nude, she straddled her husband's face and said, loudly "Wake up and eat my wet cunt, you drunk! How can you pass out and leave me so frustrated! Lick my cunt! Lick it!" while she ground her cunt into his face. His body jumped and he tried to wriggle away, but her strong thighs pinned him and she ground her cunt into his face. "Oh, yeah! Lick my wet cunt! Lick it! Stick your tongue deep in me! Your cock is soft, but your tongue feels good! Oh, yes! My love, Oh, yes!"

Just as he stopped struggling, grabbing her hips and passionately started eating her out, I turned and left, as quickly and as quietly as possible.

I made my way back to Tony's tent and crawled inside. He was completely out, snoring and spread eagle on his back. I crawled into my sleeping bag and quickly fell asleep.

The next morning I was jarred awake at sunrise by the sounds of car engines and camp activity. The events of last night seemed unreal, I just wanted to get going before Sandy's husband woke up. I groggily poked my head out and saw it was early, but that Tony had packed up most of his gear into the trunk of his Mustang. I ran off to the showers and brushed my teeth, pulling on my dry shorts and jersey, before cautiously making my way back to Tony's camp. There, he was talking to a knock-out beautiful blond girl, closer to my age than Sandy was. He saw me and smiled, and we both finished packing quickly.

Tony nodded to the girl, and said "Robbie? This is Kate, we're giving her a ride back to campus this morning!" I smiled and shook Kate's outstretched hand, "Nice to meet you, Kate," I said, honestly. The trunk being full, Tony had piled his scuba stuff into the front passenger seat, then turned to Kate and me saying "Looks like you two will have to sit in the back, no funny business now!"

Kate and I talked back to campus until Tony dropped us off and sped away, waving as he went. Kate took my hand and asked "Do you want to get something to eat? I'm famished!" and I readily agreed. I never did see Tony again, but I did see quite of bit of Kate over the summer, but that's another story.

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Julia

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She did a cute little toe pivot. “Did I do good?”

I finally caught my breath. “My god. Olympic gold medal. I can’t believe I came that quickly.”

“Yay!” she said. “I wanted to do that again so bad.”

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 “This is what you want to eat?” she asked.

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Julie

She caught her breath. “You’re so bad,” she said. Glug lug lug lug.

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“Seems like you’ve got this down,” I said. I unclicked my pen and started putting away my things. “Your parents getting home soon?”

 “Umm, lemme check.” She took out her phone.

“If not,” I said, “maybe we can talk about what we talked about before.”

She smiled as she constructed her text. Like Margo, Julia had a sarcastic undertone to her demeanor. She was hilarious, but she rarely let you see it on her face. She had bright green eyes, but they were masked by heavy eyelids. A minute of fervent typing and paper shuffling and I was packed up and ready for the answer.

The next day I was a wreck in the best sense. The kind of behavior where you’re so nervous, you’re packed and organized and ready to go out the door, but it’s still not happening for another 2 hours. Getting to the airport behavior, at least for us anxious types. And of course above all, nervous because of what I was gonna do with her. I kept an open mind to the possibility that nothing or anything could happen. Be happy with it all either way.

It was a long drive over. It was an even longer walk from my car to her front door. But I rang the bell and could hear jogging footsteps approaching, the door then flung open, Julia with a wide smile of braces to go with her white lace top and blue jeans and the maroon hair bow. For being relatively light-skinned, that sharp white top brought out her beautiful warm light brown color. I slipped inside and we embraced and Julia leaned in to kiss me. A flash of panic hit me because my muscle memory was telling me I was coming to teach her and the family was home. So I was slightly resistant to receive her touch, but we locked lips and that feeling fled as a primal lust barged its way through. I rubbed her back and slid my hands down to her hips.

I pushed my crotch into her and pinned her against the entrance wall. I had to kiss up a bit because of her height, and as I did so I started grooving my hardness in circles into her jeans.

Julia parted from our kiss. “Ok good, I was worried you needed, like, time.”

“I wasn’t sure. But, yeah, I’m good.”

“I’m in my head too much. I’m just happy you’re here,” she said. It was only then that I realized she had been bouncing up and down a little bit since the door opened.

“Come on,” she said. “I just need to, at this point.”

I agreed with her but inside it was like I couldn’t catch my breath. But I still felt fine with that feeling. Things were so fast in that moment for me to even process.

She grabbed my hand while still bouncing a little. “Ok. okay.”

She jogged ahead while whispering “Ok” and I hopped up the stairs in unison. With each leg lift I could feel the bulge in my pants rubbing against my jeans. At the top of the stairs and to the left was her bedroom. It was hard to see with minimal light but it looked like it was a bit messy. The fleeting thought passed through me that we were about to mess it up even more. How thrilling that thought was. But no time to think, we were inside, the light on quick, which felt warm and soft and the walls hummed with a welcoming shade of honey. I sat on the front of the bed. Directly ahead there was a tv on a stand and clumps of clothing blocking one of the mirrored closet doors, the other door available to access, where I could see my own reflection. To the left of the bed was the wall. To the right of the bed there was enough space for her dresser, some clothes around it and a few pieces sticking out of drawers. On the top of the dresser she had speakers and personal care products and no room for anything else. It was a nice room and it was a messy room and it was real. The room was a warm honey color and felt like it too.

Julia’s energy was up. She awkwardly turned to different corners of the room, as if looking for something to do. It was cute. And when she turned around, I was staring at her jeans because her juicy ass sprung up and down, and it was a bit hypnotic because her juicy ass sprung up and down. I told her she looked really, really good.

“I like how sweet you are,” she said…

I was thinking about how close we were to touching each other. The fact, even, that us rubbing and touching each other would cause us to get wild with energy. The fact that that fact is true, is a turn-on in itself.

“No one but us,” she said. “No one’s gonna know.”

“Hell yeah,” I said. I felt excited and unguarded right then, and it helped the words naturally flow out. “I’m excited for us to feel each other.”

“I’m excited too!” she said. She put her hands to her chest and did a little shimmy, saying, “We're gonna touch each other!" She laughed to drown out her perceived awkwardness.

She tapped her phone and a Travis Porter song started. Bring it Back. I got instantly hard, and so quickly that it kind of sent me into a stupor. My shock came from the fact that when I played this game out in my head, I imagined that song to be the last song. I was a bit worried that this could be an issue, like it would be too much to handle, but then I had a better thought, that starting with such a turn-on will only make what’s to come even better. Julia was thankfully unaware of this overthinking, as she faced the mirrors and twerked at me to the beat.

“Oh yeah,” said Julia, through her braces. “Ima back it up on you right now. Back….up….this ass.” She giggled.

“Oh, sit on me,” I groaned.

She saw the way I groaned, and lowered those heavy eyelids even more to look as seductive as she could. She let out a little "Umm" in response to my noises, wiggling her ass just a bit. “That’s so hot,” she said.

I looked in front of me as she cutely scooted backwards step by step towards my lap, to the beat, and then said, “Here I come…”

I grabbed Julia’s warm hips, guiding them steadily, watching her bubble cheeks settle into my crotch. She smelled nice. It was so warm my eyes rolled back for a second, and we collapsed backward onto the bed together, Julia’s back on top of my chest, still in embrace. She was giggling. While she was on top of me, my attention went directly to the warmth below, where her ass met my cock. My shaft was pressing against the zipper, pushing it upward, into a region around her ass that was so frickin’ warm. I swerved my hips into her with just a hint of thrust. She was onto my game instantly. No hesitation she complimented my push with an even stronger swerve that circled and circled. We moaned together, which we then both noticed, which turned us on at the same time and we moaned together again. Then the music came to our attention, the repetition of (bring it)  back, back, back, back. We thrusted in unison to it. We started grunting as well.

“This is so fucking sexy,” I grunted out word by word. We both grunted with each thrust.

Julia laughed and said, “We sound so stupid. But I can’t help it!”

I rubbed my hands along her hips and up her sides, just below her medium-sized tits. “This is so fun,” I said.

Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back

I was on the edge of the bed, now sitting up, and she was sitting deeply into my lap, lifting herself up and plopping that juicy ass back down with each beat. I watched her ass squish into my crotch, and watched the space between her ass, where her cunt would be, hit the bulge on my jeans to that beat. It was so sexy that I held her steady by the hips, so she was hovering right above my cock, and lifted my bulge into that spot over and over and over, at first to the beat, but my horniness got the best of me and I started thrusting way faster into her. And right at that moment, her speaker, which must have been powered by bluetooth, cut out and the song stopped.

But I didn’t.

I was too horny and kept thrusting into her jean-covered crevice. Uh uh uh like a frickin’ rabbit. The song was still cut-out; the only noise was the friction we were making together.

Julia laughed and squealed a bit. “Having fun humping me hard?"

I was concentrated on my thrusts so all I really got out was a prolonged “yeah” as I continued.

“It’s like we’re almost fucking,” she said. “Oh my god this is so hot.” Uh,  uh,  uh,  uh,  uh,

Somewhere in the middle of it all, the song came back, and very naturally we resumed dry humping to the beat. I leaned both of us forward a bit more and cupped my hands onto her tits above her top.

“Umm your nipples feel so hard,” I said.

Julia laughed. “Uh, duh!” She laughed some more.

“Ok, feel this,” I said. I stopped our humps and secured my hands onto the inside of each of her thighs, each hand grabbing her soft flesh. I squeezed and lifted her thighs just a bit and centered the spot where her cunt was, from behind, right onto the high point of my bulge. I slowly yet firmly pressed the tip of my bulge directly onto that hot spot between her legs, then pressed in even more.

“Ooh.” She melted and moaned.

“Oh fuck yeah.” I slurred the words almost drunkenly.

“Your dick,  uh,,” she said, “feels,  uh,, so nice.”

She melted and I melted and time melted away, and at one point or another the song had ended but it definitely took both of us a while to realize it. I was flat on the bed, Julia on top, kissing me and rubbing her hands all over. What snapped me out of the trance is when she popped up off of me and said, “Time to change!”

I took a few breaths as she grabbed some clothing and skipped to the door. She turned back to me and with a cute smile said, “I’ll go to the bathroom. You can change here. See you in a minute!”

I gave myself a moment to smile and reflect on the fun we were having. From my bag I pulled out my pajamas, which were satin and silky and felt like nearly nothing. In fact, they might have been too smooth, because they did absolutely nothing to hide my erection. It was, no joke, pretty damn close to pitching a tent. But hey, I knew what I was doing!  The magic of planning hours in advance…

I thought about what was to come. I thought about how much warmer and closer and hotter it would feel to press my bulge up in her warmness. I wondered if I’d even notice a little wetness from her…

The door burst open and shut in a flash. She was wearing a thin green shirt, one that dangled nicely off the tip of her very blatantly erect nipples. Her pajamas were plaid, red and brown and yellow, and looked pretty fluffy in comparison to mine. Her smile dropped and I saw a flash of vivid green in those eyes before her eyelids hid them away the very next moment.

“Oh dude,” she said. “Those pee jays; not hiding anything!” She belted a big laugh. She pressed something on her phone and Made You Look by Nas came on. She put her phone on the dresser without ever breaking eye contact with the sight in front of her. Perhaps that’s an unimportant detail in the big picture, especially with what was to come. But if you wanna know me a little better, with the way I am, with what I value THAT moment; I will NEVER forget that moment…

“I didn’t know you like classic rap,” I said.

“Is that what this is?” she said. “I didn’t know. I just googled songs to dry hump to.

"Oh!"

"It sounded good, especially, like, this one part.” She giggled.

“Oh yeah?” I said. I was on the front of the bed, hands holding me up on either side. “Which part?”

She walked over to me and turned away and gave me an expression over her shoulder, like a classic movie actress who knew exactly what she was doing. She slid into position and pushed her ass against my cock to push it back, then against my belly button. It wasn’t warm anymore, it was straight-up hot. And in the absolute best way possible, with absolutely no discomfort, like a Jacuzzi after you’ve settled into it. And she settled into it and my cock was swallowed by the heat and there was nowhere to escape and no reason to either. She was slowly sliding her crack up my shaft. When the kick of the Nas song came in, that stylized punching sound, like out of a 1950s superhero cartoon, she did a quick and powerful crush of that ass onto my dick. I flinched and said “ooh” when she first did it, and when she did it again I thrust just in time so we were really smashing our naughty parts into each other.

“Hell yeah,” she said. A thrust on every fourth beat. And when that other part of the song happened, the bass line with a bunch of short da-da-da-dah’s before the kick, she swerved into me like she was waxing a car. She was intentionally teasing me. She’d crush me in a quick move, then lift her ass up so I couldn’t do anything but wait until the next crush. And eventually I’d get rewarded with some sexy lap swerving. What it did was only get me harder, because my cock was now getting less contact than before. She knew it. I knew it. She did it anyway. And the fact that she had control over me made me even more excited, because she was calling the shots, like I had before. Sharing is caring.

The sights in front of me were like the trance of a lava lamp. It was so cool to notice the little details, the outline of her full ass, the parts that were squishy and the parts that were firm. The space between her legs was darker plaid and more crinkled than the fabric surrounding. It seemed like she was wet, but honestly it was really hard to tell, and a part of me thought I was projecting more than seeing. It was so hot anyway, so it didn’t really matter. While the crushing and humping and swerving continued, my hands were exploring her upper body underneath her shirt. She was really fit. I could feel her stomach muscles convulsing rhythmically like they were strong ripples on the water. I played games rotating between tickling and pinching and pulling her nipples, depending on how she reacted. I was playing my own little musical game within the game.

And that’s when she said, “Let’s switch it up.”

She turned around and grabbed both of my hands by interlocking her fingers with mine. Julia pushed my arms against the bed fully stretched apart, and Jesus Christ it was so sexy as she used her strength, pushing me further up the bed until I nestled my head into the pillows up top. She got on top and did a squat facing me with her feet flat, so from my perspective her crotch area was right above the underside of my shaft. Her cunt heat was beaming rays of energy just an inch away from my pitched tent.

“Are you okay with this?” she asked. She almost said it like she was mocking me. But I took it playfully and smiled and nodded my head. Then she took her pajamas and pulled them further up her waist, tightening the fabric around her cunt. I could see a clearer outline of her inner thighs, of her ass cheeks below, and of the space in between. She looked at me and without a word spoken pointed a finger to a spot near the top of that space in between. She took her other hand and pointed a finger to a spot a couple inches below. Her half-open eyes dripped green seduction all over my face and body. 

I decided to take another risk.

I gave her a little push and from her squat position she easily tumbled back onto the bottom half of the bed, her legs spreading apart as she rolled. When she settled her feet, legs still spread, laughing a bit, I scooted up to her and put my finger to my mouth as if to shush her. With my left hand I pointed two fingers at where her clit and vagina would be, like she did just before. But then I took my right hand and presented it to her, as if I was some sort of magician, and pointed a finger from that hand down below her vagina to where her asshole should be.

She giggled and squirmed and playfully cooed, “No.” I pouted my lips as she maintained a smile and I took that finger and stroked it at the spot between her ass cheeks, stroking her asshole with a slow but firm swipe. She flinched and giggled then pushed me back against the bed and dragged me back to where I was before. Back to the squatting position, hovering over me.

“Let me take care of that top spot first,” I said. I grabbed the cloth around my erection and formed it into a solid pipe of smooth blue satin. I moaned out some jittery, guttural, dumb-af-sounding moans as I slapped my silky shaft against that top region, giving her clit some welcoming smacks.

“Oh wow!” she said. “Oh fuck yes.”

I switched it up by sometimes pointing the tip of my dick right at her clit and swirling it around and around, spelling out letters of the alphabet, but especially capital Q’s. It was so cool watching her face scrunch and contort and then recognize that she was scrunching and contorting and then lose herself into bouts of laughter, all the while I continued, making her feel like she was in an inescapable loop of stimulation that made her senseless and incoherent. And I think that she knew exactly that this was happening, which added onto her laughter and her overall noises, a sort of self-realization that she was on the edge, which made her even more on the edge.

At some point in the middle of this game, while I held her waist squatting above, I pressed my cock down a bit where her opening would be. When I first did this, Julia suddenly stopped all cooing and laughing, and stared at me with a furrowed brow, as if to say, “Dude, you’ve done it now!” And she moaned, like I mean moaned, and it sounded sad but not sad sad, and it sounded sexy like she was gonna melt. And she did. She melted waves of heat onto my shaft, like hot air was blowing down there, and between my cock head and the thin strip of satin, I could feel moisture dampen the plaid fabric of her peejays.

I held my satin shaft at the base and used my other hand to lift her ass up, off of the tip. Then when I saw I was in the right position, I looked down as I lowered that ass again and watched the tip of my satin shaft poke the same spot and go a little bit inward. I looked up at her and she was staring right into me, biting her lip. Her body language was so sexy and it made me feel like she was completely enamored with what we were doing, and that unspoken approval made me feel even better, and my cock felt harder.

“This is so amazing,” I said. “Are you happy?”

She plopped out of the squat onto my belly, leaned in and kissed me hard, biting my lip to the point it almost hurt! She let go and grabbed my cheeks and shook my face a bit, saying slowly but surely, “Fuck. Yes.”

We looked into each other’s eyes and both noticed how silent it was.

“Oh,” she said. “Oh!”

I laughed. 

“Oh boy,” she said. “You know what…”

Our bodies took over into a mode of sexual fervency. I got up off the bed and so did Julia and we stared at each other as we began the rapid ritual of removal, my t shirt off, her green top up and over her shoulders, her shimmy of her hips as she wiggled off her peejay bottoms, my two-step bottom removal, first over the boner, then straight to the floor. Her bra and panties were light purple and my boxers were neon orange. My boxers almost seemed pointless at that moment because nearly all of the fabric had shifted to the front. I stared at her tits, which were perky beyond imagination, then looked down at those panties which hugged her hips super low. The fabric converged downward towards a see-through triangle, where I could spot a very clean and dark landing strip.

She saw what I saw and said, “I did it for you.”

As we both stood facing each other in the space between the right side of her bed and her dresser, I took her right leg and lifted it onto the bed, staring at that triangle even more closely, where the light purple fabric on her dark mound transitioned into a strong dark purple region below.

“You’re soaking,” I said. “Oh my god that’s hot.”

Julia looked at my boxers and tapped a finger onto a dark orange spot right at the tip. “That too.” She grabbed my boxers at the base of my shaft and gave me a few sudden strokes before she let go, as if to say, “Too slow, you couldn’t catch me!” My mouth fell open and I laughed. She turned around and I got an unstoppable incomparable unforgettable view of her thick and perfectly curvy ass, which swung to the left and to the right and to the left and to the right. Like a dog I got on my knees on the bed and shuffled over to the front, meeting her ass and saying hello. Facing the mirror, she backed up a few steps towards me and bent over a bit, now the dark purple wet spot at the bottom of my line of sight. I looked further up across a sea of light purple bubbly ass that consumed and overstimulated all the rods and cones in my retinas. My mouth was still open and I wondered how long it had been like that. With both palms I filled my grasp with ass flesh, if only I had more than two…

When I lowered her moist region onto my hardened cock it barely felt like there was any clothing at all. I actually laughed out loud like this was all a crazy joke and turned the corner into moans so primitive that I was completely unaware until later that there was no song playing. We made our own music of animal sounds that could not be interpreted as anything but what you would think them to be. They were loud and they were guttural and they sounded like screams and sometimes they were dragging in their slowness and sometimes they exploded like popped popcorn. I can’t remember the exact line, but at some point I said something like, “You’re giving me everything I need.”

“Umm Umm,” she said. “More.”

And at some point after that, as she was taking a momentary break from the motion, simply sitting on my lap, I reached under her panties on both ends, and pulled them slowly into her ass crack, now the cloth in a single hand’s grasp, and I pulled them gently a bit up, so they sunk into that crack and her cheeks popped out. Of course she giggled. And she asked what I was doing.

“Just playing,” I said. “I just wanna take a peak.”

“Oh.”

“Is that okay?”

“Yep,” she said. “Look all you want.”

I held her hands, my palms facing upward, her fingers interlocked palms facing down. We massaged each other’s hands, slowly undulating our hips in unison like we’re steadying ourselves on waves. I let one hand go and encouraged her to lean forward just a bit, her ass raising into my line of sight above my junk. I pulled my erection from a 12 to 6 position, swiping her warmth along the way. Two films of cloth between us. My free hand bundled the cloth of her panties, tighter now, thinner now, now sinking into her ass deeper. I looked closely and could see her light brown skin, and the more fabric I gripped the more skin I could see. A bit darker now. A bit more hair. Soon enough I was starting at the outlines of her cunt, and the outer crinkles of her asshole. I tried to lean in a bit, and caught a whiff of her musk, which was primal and sexy and in other ways ineffable, in other ways not ;)

Julia playfully let out a “Stop it” and I smiled and let go of her panties.

She adjusted herself and began to groove into me a bit. I put my hand underneath my boxers and grabbed my cock at the hilt. Still from underneath, I guided my boner right towards her asshole and pressed my orange tip into her just a bit. She jumped back and giggled.

“What are you doing?”

I said, “Do you not want me to?”

“No,” she said. “It’s just, like, a bit weird.”

I gave her a squeeze and told her I’m cool with a little weird.

She bit her lip and put her hands on both cheeks on top of her panties, and gave it a spread. I tapped my dick against her ass crack, then pressed my tip into that same spot. This time I went deeper. This time she pushed into it a bit and wiggled. “Dirty,” she whispered.

“Umm hmm,” I said. I pulled away, held my cock for just a moment. Then I thrusted forward, pressing my cloth-covered cock into her cloth-covered asshole. I really tried to push in a lot and she went with it, holding her breath as I played a game of spelunking her own panties into her asshole. Push in. Push out. In. Out. I slapped it on her, and I could see the wetness all over those panties, from top to bottom. Some of it me. Some of it, her.

She said “shush” with a light smile and whispered, “We can’t tell anyone. It’s too dirty.” From the sight of it, she was right.

I grooved all types of ways into the cloth on her asshole and cunt, precum coming out of me all the while. The naughtiness below made our inhibitions stronger and we gyrated more comfortably. My cock was going through levels of hardness and the inevitable was approaching. I must have thrust a little too fast at one point, because on cue Julia jumped off of me and went to her phone.

“We can skip this one,” she said, pressing a button while fanning herself.

She exhaled. “Ok, whew, we’ve gotten so far.”

“Yep,” I said.

“Ok, but,” she said.

“Yes,” I said. “Yeah what’s up?”

“I don’t want to do it right now. We are not going to do it right now,” she said.

“Ok, yes,” I said. “I understand.”

“Nothing goes in,” she said. I told her that I fully understood. I hoped it would happen, of course,  but I saw this day as a stepping stone. I prepared for that possibility.

Julia pivoted to face me directly. She exhaled and put her hands to each side palms down, as if to say okay let me gather myself. She reached behind her and then threw her unhooked bra at my face. I caught it, taking in her musk inconspicuously but probably not. She pressed play and Cardi Bee’s Wet Ass Pussy, WAP came on.

Yeah, you fuck’in' with some wet-ass pussy
 Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy
Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy
 Beat it up, neegah,
catch a charge Extra large and extra hard
 Put this pussy right in your face
Swipe your nose like a credit card
Hop on top, I wanna ride
I do a kegel while it's inside
Spit in my mouth, look in my eyes
This pussy  is wet, come take a dive
Tie me up like I'm surprised
Let's roleplay, I'll wear a disguise
I want you to park that big Mack truck right in this little garage
Make it cream, make me scream

I’d say I saw that coming from a mile away but I hadn’t cum yet. And she was young and brave, and she kicked her panties to the headboard. I rushed my boxers off and bundled both our intimates against the left wall.

Julia hopped on the bed and the bed shook. She crawled to me and I was sprung, and as she arrived, so did her musk, and it was potent and took me into its grasp, and I didn’t want to leave. I could spend the rest of my life in that volume with her, vulnerable to the infinite. The song drove her movements. She grasped me behind my neck and drove her feet into the base of the headboard, grasping the top of the board with her other hand. She was able to hover her pussy near my cock. She grabbed the base of my cock and positioned it against my belly. With her hand back to my neck, Julia slid the wetness of her cunt up and along my erection. It was hot and smooth and it numbed me so damn nicely.

“How’s it feel?” she asked, slowly sliding herself up and down.

I laughed. “Holy crap, I; I…”

“Hehe you can’t even,” she said.

She was warm and slippery and I was catching my breath most of the time. It was an awesome feeling, having her pelvic muscles rub on me heavy and strong. The thought that she was being so uninhibited to be so physical added to it. So did the feeling of what could happen, the idea of her pelvis slamming into me hard while she’s riding my dick. And this may be a bit weird but the smells that were surrounding us, smells that I wouldn’t go out of my way for on any regular day, were driving both of us wild. It was so strangely kinky to be rubbing on each other and getting more turned on by the musk we made. It made my mouth water.

Then Julia turned around. I adjusted my legs and my cock barely moved I was so hard. I spread them nice and wide so she could settle that big ass onto me. Her cunt was neatly trimmed from behind. Her asshole was a bit hairy. Both of her holes were winking at me. In that upright position, my cock was perfectly lined up along the length of her openings, and I slapped it against both. It was fun to slap her cunt and nestle it between the lips. It was really fun to press the tip of my dick against the rim of her asshole. She definitely noticed as I rubbed my head nearer and nearer to her anus, pushing against it at the same time. 

“I’m having so much fun,” I said.

She moaned and rocked back and forth onto and away from my cock. “It’s such a tease.”

“You mean this?” I asked, the moment before I rubbed my tip quickly onto her clit.

“Staph it,” she whispered.

“Oh my god, Julia,” I said. “Can I taste you?”

She spun around almost clipping me in the head with her foot, but finished the 180, her tits now dangling between her arms as she was on all fours doggy style, staring me down with her mouth open. 

She giggled. “I was wondering if you would ask that!”

She crawled up to me and leaned in slowly for a little kiss on the lips, then in the most faint way possible, curled out, “Can I taste you, too?” I gave her another peck and we sucked on our tongues for a while. WAP had been over for a bit. My game was a total success and failure at the same time, and I was very cool with that.

When we got into a 69 position, I was able to see Julia’s head right above my cock in the reflection of the unblocked mirror. She looked at me in the reflection and cutely asked, “Ready?”

I nodded and watched her begin to lick me like a popsicle, and her tongue felt especially good as she lapped me warm and wet. She giggled and told me that she could taste herself on me.

“You like how it tastes?” I said, continuing to catch my breath over the sensations.

“Umm yeah,” she said. “You should try it too.”

Julia was a bit taller than me, so it was easy to get her bottom half positioned perfectly above my face. I put my palms on her cheeks and lowered her body slowly, the heat hitting me stronger. Like I said before she had a powerful musk, one of pheromones and sweat and cunt, but it was healthy and natural. A part of me was a little hesitant because of how strong it was, but I had another urge far more powerful and primal. I pursed my lips onto the region surrounding her clit, and the taste was a bit salty, then neutral, and the smells were like a tonic that made me mindless and wanting more and more, wanting more and more. I moaned from both the intoxicating aromas and the swirls she was putting on my dick that very moment. Julia moaned as well, then started twerking her booty on my face while I licked Q’s and B’s on her clit. Her twerks stirred up the surrounding air and the pheromones from her cunt and ass drove me nuts. I was lapping her fully, staring at her clit and slowly working my tongue up along her cunt lips, to her opening. I got ambitious and kept my tongue moving upward.

She detached her lips from the side of my dick and looked into the reflection as I leaned my head up and started rimming her asshole, my line of sight peaking above the horizon of her ass cheeks. She was clean but it was so very naughty at the same time. My cock was fully upright as I did it, and she certainly noticed.

“That’s so dirty,” she said. “You’re so bad.”

“I can’t help it, you’re so sexy,” I said. “I want all of you.”

Julia moaned out a “me too.”

To be continued in part 2, by Feynman15 for Sex Stories.