She's had the organist. Now she wants the Vicar.

A Series in 17 parts, by Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

Mia weakly raised her hand and switched off the shower.

"That was amazing, Gordy-pie. Organists really are good with their hands!"

"Not so bad yourself," he panted. "Wow. I enjoyed that immensely! You're quite a lass, Mia."

"I'd like to see you play the organ," she said, stepping out of the shower and reaching for a towel.

"I

need to get my breath back first!" He laughed, as Mia began playfully

drying him off. "God, you're an eager little beaver aren't you?"

"Hee

hee. Yes, but what I meant was, I'd like to see you play the church

organ. I've not been inside a church for years. Jenna said that St

Michael's is cool."

"It's

a nice church." I wonder what else she's told her? Gordon thought. "Why

not come along to the Sunday service? You can see me in action there,

so to speak. After the service, you can have a go on the organ if you'd

like. Do you play any musical instruments?"

"Guitar and violin, but I've not practiced for ages."

"Ah,

so strings are your thing? That's good. It'd be nice to have a

violinist in the choir. One of the choristers plays the trumpet. Which

keeps him from singing and I'm glad of it as his voice is bloody awful."

Mia sniggered. "You're funny, Gordy-pie. I really like you. Are all organists as fun as you?"

"Nay

lass. I'm one of a kind. He pulled her close and kissed her neck and

lips. He was an incredible kisser, and she was curious to know more

about him.

"Are you married?"

"Long

divorced," came his reply. "I'm married to the pipe organ, as they

say." He wondered if Jenna had mentioned anything about their various

liaisons over the past year, and was about to say something, when the

bathroom door suddenly opened.

"Jen! Ever thought of knocking before entering?" Mia gasped, covering herself with a towel.

"I can't leave you alone for five minutes can I?" She turned to Gordon, who grinned sheepishly at her.

"Um, hello!"

"Funny place to have organ lessons, Gordon," Jenna said, as she watched him squirm.

"Gordy-pie

was just showing me how good an organist is with his hands, weren't

you?" Mia said, kissing him. "And you know what, he's amazing!"

"Oh I'm well aware of how good he is," Jenna replied, folding her arms.

Sensing

disapproval, Gordon attempted to explain. "It just happened. I didn't

know your cousin was here," he prattled. "I put the plant pots in the

yard, went into the kitchen and she was just there, wearing nothing but a

towel!"

"You

don't need to explain yourself, Gordy-pie. We've not done anything

wrong," Mia said. "We're both single. Why are you so uptight, Jenna? Is

it because we're in the vicarage? Is that like, a sin or something?"

Jenna

was in no position to claim the moral high ground. "No, no of course

not. I was, just a bit surprised, that's all. It's fine. Just, try to be

a bit more discreet, Mia. What if Simon had walked in?"

"Oh I'm sure the good reverend would approve," Gordon smiled, winking at her.

The perceptive Mia noticed his gesture and wondered what he was hinting at.

"Jenna took a deep breath. "Okay, well I'm going to have a coffee. I'll leave you to get dressed. Do you want a drink, Gordon?"

"A tea would be lovely. I'm parched. Thanks!"

"I'll have tea as well, please." Mia added.

Jenna left the bathroom.

"She's acting weird," Mia said. "There's something she's not telling me."

Oh boy, wait until you find out, Gordon thought. Your mind will be blown.

"Maybe she's a bit envious!" Gordon said as he picked up his clothes, and wondered where his underpants had gone.

"Can I keep these, Gordy-pie?" Mia giggled, holding up his white briefs.

"Think they're too big for you!"

"I don't want to wear them. I want to keep them under my pillow and sniff them at night."

"In that case, they're all yours! But I want your knickers in return!"

"Fair's fair!" She tossed him her pale pink cotton undies to him.

"Thanks!"

"I loved our shower time," Mia said, kissing him again. "And I loved your big cock. You're a sexy man, Gordy-pie."

"Gordy-pie

hopes Mia-pie can play with his organ again very soon!" the organist

replied as they got dressed and headed downstairs.

Jenna brought them both a cup of tea as they sat down in the lounge.

"Gordon, you're not going to put up with her calling you that cringey nickname are you?" she said, handing him the cup.

"I like it. It's cute," he said, as Mia rested her head on his shoulder.

"It's

childish. If someone had called you that a year ago, you'd have bitten

their head off. You used to have a terrible temper."

"Ah

well that was before I saw the light," he said, sipping his tea. "When

you, showed me the way." He smiled at Jenna as she sat opposite them.

"For that, you know I am forever grateful," he added.

"Did you become a born again Christian like Jenna, Gordy-pie?" Mia asked.

"I've

always been a Christian," Gordon replied. "I just sin a lot, that's

all. As we all do, right?" He raised an eyebrow at the vicar's wife.

"But we keep praying for forgiveness every week, and luckily for us, God

is the forgiving sort, eh?"

The front door opened and Reverend Morris came in.

"Good lord, I need a large brandy!" He gasped, tossing the car keys on the table.

"What I have seen, can't be unseen, and what I've heard, can't be unheard!"

"Whatever's the matter Simon?" Jenna said, standing up.

"You were right, Jen. Gladys Wilcox and the churchwarden. They're, at it!"

"Told you so," Jenna said. "Actual sex? I'm not being ageist but can Gladys manage that at her age?"

"No.

Regular vanilla sex would've been easier to deal with. Actually, I

think gerbilling would be easier to deal with. But seeing Norman, naked

in her backyard, wearing a pinny and being struck on his arse with a

riding crop,”

Jenna cleared her throat, trying to silence him, given that they had company.

"

She treats him like a slave and he enjoys it!" The vicar continued,

unaware there was an audience. "And there's more. She knows about the

storeroom threesome, and you won't believe this, she proudly told me,

that sometime during Lent, she performed oral sex on Gordon."

"Ahem. Simon, shush, we've got," Jenna cringed. "Wait, what? She gave Gordon oral?"

Mia's jaw dropped.

"Sucked

him off whilst he was sat at the church organ! She'd wanted him to be

her slave, but he declined. So she set her sights on Norman instead.

Well we both know Gordon prefers a younger woman, right?" He turned

round, and noticed Gordon sat on the settee, and Mia sat next to him.

"Oh, good afternoon Gordon!"

"I brought those plant pots you wanted," the organist meekly uttered.

Later,

Jenna

and Reverend Morris sat on the settee watching an episode of Father

Brown, although neither were really paying attention to it.

"I

can't get that image out of my head. Gladys giving Gordon a blowjob and

whipping Norman's bare buttocks. I know we've, engaged in some

naughtiness, but I never imagined one of the oldest members of the

church was into that sort of thing!"

"Good

for her," Jenna replied. "Kinkiness aside, it's nice for her to have

Norman as a lodger. I mean, she lives alone and in this day and age,

older people can feel vulnerable. I know Gladys misses her hubby a lot."

"Oh

Bert. Yes. He was dead long before I came to St Michaels. Bishop George

told me more about him. He was the organist before Gordon took over.

Apparently he was quite a character."

"I'm sure he was. And the current organist seems to be going the same way."

"Jen,

you seem a bit unhappy about Gordon having intercourse with your cousin

today. Is that because you're protective of her or because of, well, I

know how close you are to him?"

Jenna

sighed. "Oh Simon. I'm ashamed of myself. I actually felt jealous when I

saw the two of them together. How selfish is that? After everything you

did for me last year when it was my birthday, and you gladly accepted

my dalliances with the other male members of the church. Can you forgive

me? I wish to say a prayer of forgiveness."

The

vicar took his wife's hands in his. "Of course I can, my love. And I

understand how you feel. You see, with Mia here, I think you've got

something you've never had to deal with before."

"What's that?"

"A rival!"

Mia was eavesdropping from the staircase. A mischievous grin formed on her face as she listened.

"Holy

shit, Jenna's had more men than Elton John's had wigs. She had the

nerve to have a go at me for seducing Tom. And she's slept with Gordon

too? No wonder she looked so tense. Ha! And sweet, Reverend Simon is

okay with that? That's not what it teaches in the Bible, surely?"

She slipped back to her bedroom.

"Let us pray together," Reverend Morris said.

"Father,

I return to You with my sins before me. Nowadays, I lack compassion for

my brother and sisters, my eyes are clouded with wrongdoings my heart

is against. Opposing Your Words, I sinned and done evil in Your eyes. I

drained myself off Your kindness and followed my worldly desires.

Father, guide me as You are right in Your verdict and justified in Your

judgment. Do not leave me astray as I pray for a blissful life with You

and a life free of evil. In Your Mercy, I pray.

Amen."

-(Luke 15:18, Psalm 51:3-4)

"I

feel better," Jenna said, opening her eyes. She ran a finger down her

husband's cheek. "Simon, let's go to bed. Mia's asleep. The guest

bedroom is right at the other end of the landing. She won't hear us.

Tonight I need my Vicar's touch,”

"What a good idea! All this talk of Gladys Wilcox getting her hands on men's dicks, I'd quite like some hands on mine!"

A Girl With Fantasies

Mia

lay back on the bed in the darkness, her mind buzzing with the events

of the day. Reaching under the pillow, she pulled out the pair of

Gordon's briefs.

"Enjoyed you, Gordy-pie! You were a total sweetie."

She

sighed, pressing the crotch of the underwear against her nose and

inhaling deeply, whilst fingering herself with her other hand. Gordon's

undies bore a pleasant, musky, manly scent, a faint mark which she

assumed was pre-cum, and a couple of wiry grey pubic hairs. Perfect.

Knowing that the organist's thick cock had been snugly contained within

was enough to make her climax again. She wondered if he was wanking off

and sniffing her knickers.

"Hope

he likes mine too." She wanted to see the organist again, as sex with

him had been amazing, but Mia had her sights set on a bigger prize - and

this one wore a clerical collar.

Insomnia

Gordon

was in bed, but having difficulty sleeping. His mind was a complete

whirl. He reflected how in the past year, he'd gone from being

completely sex-starved, to having more sex than he'd ever had during a

whole fifteen years of marriage, and during his late teens, when he'd

been a horny youth, desperate to sleep with any woman. In the Eighties,

those halcyon pre-Internet days, just stumbling across a discarded porn

magazine in the bushes was more valuable than gold. He remembered his

time at university, when he used to spy on the nurses undressing at a

nearby hospital.

He

chuckled as he remembered losing his virginity to his piano teacher -

whilst she was giving him a tour of Blackpool Tower ballroom. He

credited her with starting his interest in wanting to play organs,

"Look

at me now," he said out loud. "I got seduced by a woman young enough to

be my daughter. Who is now the vicar's wife. I fucked a Ukrainian woman

in the church. I've been fucking the vicar's wife every week in the

church. I took part in a threesome with her and the vicar. I and several

other men gave her a facial in the church. I got my dick sucked by an

eighty-six year old pensioner too. Now I'm fucking the eighteen-year old

cousin of the vicar's wife, and exchanging underwear with her."

He

reached for the pair of pink knickers and gave them a good sniff,

stroking his cock at the same time. The crotch had dried, but earlier it

had been wet and sticky with Mia's pussy juices. A heavenly scent.

"The

world is a bloody mess right now, but I'd say my life is pretty good,"

he smiled. "I hope Mia wants to see me again. She's a lovely, horny

little thing. I hope she comes to church this Sunday."

He

wanked himself off happily, before slipping into a blissful slumber.

For the first time in a year, he dreamt of a woman other than Jenna.

Mia’s Delight

Mia

was edging closer to an orgasm as she continued to pleasure herself.

Gordon's briefs pressed against her face were having the desired effect,

but oh, God, she wished she had a large dildo as well. Her sopping

pussy was aching to be filled again.

Hearing muffled laughter on the landing, brought her back to her senses. The sound of a bedroom door closing. More laughter.

She

slid off the bed and wiped her hand on her t-shirt. Tiptoeing to the

door, she opened it, and listened. The inky darkness of the landing was

disturbed by a light under Jenna's bedroom door.

With

the stealth of a cat, Mia slunk down the landing. Standing in front of

the door, the sounds from within were clearer. The creak of a bedframe.

The headboard bumping against the wall. The low moans of the reverend,

followed by the higher pitched gasps of Jenna.

She

bit her lip as she listened to their carnal sounds. Squinting, she

peered through the keyhole. The tiny opening barely allowed an

interested voyeur to see a thing, but just briefly, she glimpsed

Reverend Morris' bare backside rising and falling. Lying between her

cousin's legs which, likewise entirely bare, were extended straight

upwards into the air.

"Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna, in, the, Highest Heavens!" Reverend Morris yelled, to which Jenna responded by screaming in ecstasy.

Mia

clamped her hand against her mouth to stifle a laugh. At the same time,

her pussy tingled like crazy. That the good vicar quoted Biblical

phrases during sex, turned her on in a way she never expected.

"I am coming soon! Hold on to what you have, so that no one will take your crown!"

This quote from the Book of Revelation proved too much, and seconds later, Jenna climaxed, with a scream.

Mia tried to remain silent as she too, came. With a wildly beating heart, she shuffled back to her bedroom.

"I want him. I want Reverend Morris to fuck me like that."

Reverend Morris is seduced, but can he satisfy her?

Lightning

flashed, followed by a crash of thunder so powerful it rattled the

kitchen windows. The storm began not with a sprinkle or drizzle but with

a sudden downpour, as if clouds were hollow structures that could

shatter like eggshells and spill their entire contents at once. So far,

July was proving far less flaming than June.

"Blimey,"

Reverend Morris said, as the rain made him look up from his laptop.

"Not a good start to Mia's first day in her new job, is it?"

"A bit of summer rain won't bother her," Jenna replied. "Her mind's probably fixated on Gordon."

"Heh,

give her some credit, Jen. She's shown initiative. I think she'll work

hard and be a good cleaner for the church. She did an excellent job

tidying up our kitchen."

"That's

true. She should be about finished in around twenty minutes. Ten hours a

week isn't much. I wonder what her long-term plans are? I mean, she

can't clean the church hall toilets for the rest of her life can she?

And I must phone Aunt Kathleen, I keep putting it off. She'll go berserk

when she finds out what's happened."

Reverend

Morris sipped his coffee. "Have faith in her, Jen. She's chosen this

path for herself. And as my dad always says, never put off until

tomorrow what can be done today. Right, I have to pop over to the

church. I'll check in on Mia and see if she's okay with setting the

alarm system. Don't know if she wants some lunch with us or if she has

plans of her own?"

Jenna picked up the phone. "She didn't say. Okay, I'm going to bite the bullet and phone Aunt Kathleen."

In

the church hall, Jenna had finished using the floor-polishing machine

on the wooden floor. The two hours had flown by. As well as making the

floor spotless after this morning's yoga class, she'd cleaned the

toilets and emptied the bins. The work was boring, as the vicar had

warned her, but an absolute doddle. For £12 an hour, she couldn't

complain. It was the easiest cash she'd ever earned. It was far better

than stacking shelves in Aldi and having to deal with abusive members of

the public. The church toilets hadn't been the horror show she'd braced

herself for - even the gents were reasonable. The good chaps of St

Michaels had good manners and good aim it would seem!

Outside, more thunder boomed. The sound of the rain. The rain. The cold merciless sound of the rain.

"Ugh," Mia muttered, looking out of the window. "I hate weather like this."

It

was typical British weather. The storm had washed all the color out of

the day. The sky was as charry as burnt-out ruins. Wind-driven rain,

grey as iron nails, hammered every surface, and road gutters overflowed

with filthy water.

Mia returned the machine to the store cupboard and locked it. She checked her phone. Nearly 1 o'clock.

The sound of the main door opening made her jump.

"Oh Reverend Simon!"

"Hello Mia. Just checking to see how you're getting on. Have you finished?"

"Yes, I'm done. I was just going to set the alarm thingy." She noticed how wet his black shirt was.

"Great stuff, you're okay with setting it?"

"Oh no worries there."

"Little

tip if you're working in the hall by yourself, be sure to lock the main

door. Anyone could walk in. We're lucky we don't get a lot of crime

round here, but for your own safety, it's best to lock yourself in.

There are lots of places someone could hide. Right, well I'm just

heading into the church to sort a few things out ready for the curate's

ordination on Sunday. Jenna's prepared some lunch if you're hungry, oh

and be warned, she's phoning your mum."

"What? Oh no! Why's she doing that?" Mia pouted.

"Look,

don't panic, she's just letting her know that your safe and well and

staying with us. You don't want your poor parents to be worrying

themselves to death not knowing where you've gone do you?"

"Well no. But I don't want Mum turning up."

"I

don't think you need to worry. Your mum lives in Buxton doesn't she?

That's a good fifty miles from here. I don't think she'll drive up here

today. But at some point you'll have to speak to her."

Mia looked down. "I like it here. I don't want to go back to my parents. Of course, I don't want to be a burden to you,”

"You're

no burden Mia, please don't think that. If you want to talk, why not

join me in the church when you've finished locking up?" He left the hall

and Mia took that as an open invitation.

"Oh I'll join you, Vicar, but I want to do more than talk!"

A

few minutes later, having successfully set the alarm, Mia dashed over

to the church, trying to avoid getting soaked by the rain. The ancient

oak door's handle turned stubbornly. She wondered why Reverend Morris

hadn't bothered to lock himself in either, then she remembered something

Jenna had said about the church "always having to be open for those in

need."

And Mia was in need all right.

Reverend

Morris was in the vestry, having just changed out of his damp shirt and

into a dry one. He'd donned his regular cassock and surplice, as he

always did when in the church, even though he was off duty. He inspected

the row of church vestments on the clothes rail. Some items were

missing. Some members of the choir weren't the tidiest, and often

neglected to hang their surplices back up after the services.

Mia

walked down the aisle of St Michael's church, glancing round. The

incessant pounding of rain on the roof seemed magnified here in this

old, airy building. Then the organ pipes to the right of the altar

caught her eye. The highly-polished silver colored pipes reflected what

little light was shining through the stained glass windows.

"Impressive,"

she muttered, admiring the many pipes. "But where are its, keyboards?

No wait, manuals. He called them manuals." She looked round, and noticed

the organ console behind the pulpit.

"Ah!"

Mia

walked over to it. She ran her hand down the wooden stool. "So this is

where Gordy-pie sits." Giving a little mischievous giggle, she looked

round. There was no sign of Reverend Morris anywhere, so she slid

herself onto the stool.

"Look

at this thing. It's like, unreal. All these buttons and stuff It's like

a flight deck." Her feet touched the organ's pedalboard. "How the hell

does he remember all these? She looked closely at some of the stops.

They all had weird-sounding names on them. Diapason, Mixture, Gemshorn.

"I wonder what these knobs do?" She switched on the small lamp above the manuals, in order to get a better look.

Curiosity

got the better of her and she fiddled with a couple of stops and

pressed a few keys on the lower manual. Nothing happened, seeing as the

organ was switched off.

"Hmm, must be like an electronic piano." She idly pressed down several more keys, pretending to play.

"Witness

the great maestro Mia at work," she said out loud, putting on a fake

Geordie accent to mimic presenters, Ant and Dec. "Here on Britain's Got

Talent, Mia will now play some of her favorite songs for the audience.

Starting with Titanium by David Guetta!" She flung her arms around, as

though conducting an orchestra, and accidentally hit the red on/off

button above the manuals.

"This is being live-streamed. Be sure to vote!" Mia slammed her fingers down hard on the middle manual. "I am Titanium!"

The

organ responded at once, with a deep, radiant sound that seemed to

rattle the entire foundations of the church. It was so loud, the stool

seemed to vibrate.

"Shit!!" Mia gasped as she got the shock of her life. Fearing she'd damaged the organ, she panicked and froze on the spot.

In

the vestry, Reverend Morris had finished re-arranging the vestments,

when the booming note from the organ shattered his peace and quiet.

"What the," He almost jumped out of his skin. "Bloody hell, Gordon. You sure pick your moments to come and practice."

When nothing but silence followed that ear-splitting note, he headed out of the vestry to investigate.

Mia's fingers were trembling. "Fuck, what did I do?"

"Well, well. What do we have here?" Reverend Morris chuckled as he appeared beside the console.

"Eep! I didn't mean to, Simon. I was just, I,”

"Ha, it's alright, don't panic!" He said.

"I caught something and it made that noise."

"You managed to switch it on, that's all!" He indicated the red button.

"Oh, so it's not broken then?" Mia said, getting her breath back.

"No, of course not. It's seen a lot of heavy use. It can cope with a lot!"

"It looks so complicated. How does Gordon play it?"

"With

ease, because he's had years of practice. Jenna's just learned to play

it, and said how hard it was. No use asking me. I haven't a clue. I'm

not musically talented it all. In fact I'll tell you something. I can't

even read music."

"Really?" Mia replied.

"I'm

hopeless," the vicar continued. "Jenna's tried to introduce me to the

piano, but I've got poor co-ordination. My fingers go all over the

place. My attempts sounded like Les Dawson."

Mia blinked. "Who?"

"Never

mind. He's from before your time." He pressed down a couple of the

organ's keys and made a feeble attempt at playing a few notes.

"Gordon says you have to use your whole body when playing a pipe organ." Mia said, giving him a dreamy grin.

"He's right, you do."

"Do you have to use your whole body when preaching to the congregation, Simon?"

"Ah,

well that depends," he said, switching off the organ and the lamp. "I

definitely have to keep my mind focused. Especially during the sermon."

"I can imagine. I bet you're amazing. I like your church robes."

"Oh

thanks! It's called a cassock and surplice. Um, why not come to the

Sunday service if you're curious? You don't need to take communion if

you're not comfortable."

"I've been confirmed," Mia replied. "I'm okay with that."

"It's

the curate's ordination service on Sunday afternoon too. "That will be

quite a spectacle. The Bishop will be performing the ceremony. We're

expecting lots of people to attend. Afterwards there'll be a buffet in

the hall. Nice social occasion. There'll be more people your own age

there."

Mia shrugged. "I'm not mad keen on people my own age," she said.

"I

see. Well, Gordon will be there, so that's a reason to attend, surely?"

Reverend Morris cleared his throat. "You like him a lot, don't you?"

"Oh

yes. He is lovely. He's really sexy! But you know what? You're sexy

too. I hope it's not a sin to compliment a vicar in church?"

The flustered reverend's cheeks turned pink. "Oh not at all! Very kind of you to say, Mia.

"Yes, very sexy,” she purred, and without hesitating, stood up and kissed him on the lips.

"M-Mia, what are you doing?" Reverend Morris spluttered, backing away.

She

ignored his question and slipped her arms round his shoulders. "I am

worshipping you, Reverend Simon. Like I said, I think you're really

sexy,”

"B-but, but, I am a married man!" He stammered.

Mia

breathed in the scent of his aftershave. "And? Jenna's a married woman,

yet she seems to have slept with half of the men of this church. And

you're like, okay with that?"

"Did Jenna tell you all this?" He gasped. This time, he made no attempt to free himself from her grasp.

"She didn't need to. I overheard."

"You shouldn't eavesdrop, Mia."

"Yes

I know, but come on. Seriously? What kind of open marriage do you guys

have? Is that church rules or something? How can you be cool with that?"

Reverend

Morris still made no attempt to move. "Well it's not like you think. I

love Jenna so much. I just fell for her big time. She had quite effect

on the men of this church when she first started attending, not just me.

I was trapped in a sexless marriage at the time. I er, thought the

first time we had sex, it was a wild one-off."

This explanation failed to satisfy Mia. "And Gordon?"

"The

thing with Gordon, well before Jenna came along, he was a very unhappy,

angry man. She made him feel happier than he had been in years. And the

choir were beyond grateful for his change in personality, let me tell

you."

"I

see. So Jen just has this natural talent for seducing all these lonely

men and cheering them up? A gift from God? In that case, what I'm doing

isn't a sin then is it?"

She kissed the vicar again, longer and harder.

"Mia, wait!" He protested. "I can't,”

"Of

course you can, Reverend Simon. "You've been so kind to me, letting me

stay at the vicarage and getting me this job. It's time I repaid that

kindness."

"Yes, but, I thought you liked Gordon!"

"I do like Gordon. I just like you too. Don't you find me attractive, just like you find Jenna attractive?"

He would've been lying if he'd said no, and his erection was already proof.

"Yes.

You're beautiful," Reverend Morris said, running a finger down her

cheek. "Such smooth skin,” Instinctively, he bent down and pressed his

lips against hers.

"Heavenly,”

Mia unbuttoned her top, and guided his hands to her small and beautiful tits for him to squeeze and play with.

"Give me a blessing, Reverend," Mia whispered.

The vicar took her hand, led her into the vestry and quoted a passage from Numbers.

"May

the Lord bless you and keep you. May the Lord's face shine upon you and

be gracious to you, may the Lord turn his face to you and bring you

peace."

"Amen," Mia said. After a brief silence, something seemed to snap in Reverend Morris, and he cast off his reluctance.

"Let me get your legs," he whispered, his voice quavering a bit with sexual tension.

Stroking

from the knee down, to start. Then Mia felt his holy hands open and

slide up the back of her thighs, pushing her skirt up.

"Spread your legs a bit."

His

thumbs caressed her inner thigh, and came close, oh so close to her

pussy. She wasn't wearing any underwear and he bent down to smell her

sex. His thumbs tantalizingly close. Now his hands were on her arse.

Seductive massage, strokes, and squeezes nearly sent Mia over the edge.

She moaned.

"Oh yes," he breathed. "Praise the Lord,”

Mia's

hands roamed across his surplice, and her eagerness surprised him.

"Hold on a sec," he said, removing the garment, and starting to unbutton

his cassock. When it was open, his black trousers were revealed, along

with a straining bulge. She squeezed his hard arse cheeks and pulled him

against her. His cock throbbed. Mia unfastened his belt and unzipped

his trousers. Seconds later, she pulled his boxer shorts down.

He

groaned when she took his hot cock into her warm hand, cupping his

balls with her other. His cock was thick and of decent length, though

not, she noted as big as Gordon's or Tom's. Gordon's was the biggest of

the lot. Mia couldn't help be a little disappointed, though of course

what one did with something was what counted, not the size.

I

wonder if this is why Jenna goes with all the other church guys,

because Reverend Simon just isn't enough to satisfy her? She thought.

"Mia, I can't hold back, do you want me to bless you properly or not?"

"Yes Reverend Simon, I want you to purify me! I need you to fuck me!"

Mia

wrapped her leg around him, opening up for his cock. He rubbed the head

of it on her clit. Reverend Morris was out of control now and she let

him take her how he wanted. He entered her and pounded her hard on the

vestry's small wooden table.

Mia rode his cock and enjoyed his thrusts, but, as good as it felt, the vicar wasn't satisfying her in the way Gordon had done.

How can this be? She thought, as her cousin's husband continued thrusting fast and hard into her, grunting as he did so.

It

must be because he's just not old enough for me, she mused. After all,

he's only forty! Still, I've achieved what I wanted to do. I wanted to

experience sex with a vicar, and a married one at that. And I've finally

got my own back on Jenna after all these years,

"Oh Mia I'm cumming!" Reverend Morris slammed into her for one last time and shot his load deep inside her.

"Well,”

Reverend Morris said, after he'd got his breath back. "I hope you

enjoyed that Mia. I certainly did, I can't believe I did that."

Mia was about to say something, but at that moment, the vestry door opened and Jenna appeared.

For a few moments there was nothing but stunned silence.

"Mia, why? Why Simon?"

"Now we're even, Jen," Mia said with a wink.

"Even?"

"Remember all those years ago when we were at primary school and I was in love with that older boy, Darren Grimshaw?"

"Er, what?"

"You knew how much I fancied him."

"Mia, you were only ten at the time. You had a bit of an innocent crush."

"Well

at the time it felt like true love. And you had to muscle in and ruin

it. He took you out to Burger King instead of asking me. I was so upset

at the time. I vowed that one day, I'd get my own back!"

"Uh,

yeah. I do remember you saying that, now I recall. So, this is your

idea of getting your own back, is it? Seducing my husband, in his

church?"

"Jen, you can't really complain. You've seduced half the men of this church!"

Reverend Morris looked sheepishly at them both. "Look, I didn't say anything, she overheard us talking!"

Jenna took a deep breath. "You're right, Mia. Guess I'm nothing but a hypocrite there. But where do we go from here?"

Mia

turned to Reverend Morris. "I've seen the light. And had a revelation.

And the truth is, vicars just don't float my boat after all. No offence,

Reverend Simon. You were really great. But, you're too young for me.

Give me a gorgeous older organist any day! I've already found my perfect

man and his name is Gordon!"

"Lucky Gordon," Jenna said at last.

"Jen,

I want you to promise me one thing. I'll never lay a finger on your

vicar again, if you'll promise not to get it on with Gordon again."

Jenna's face suddenly fell. "What?"

Reverend

Morris nodded. "Fair's fair, Jen. And you don't need any more organ

lessons - you can play the organ perfectly fine now."

Jenna

thought for a moment, remembering all the fun times she'd had with

Gordon - they'd engaged in some fantastic sex over the past year, and at

Easter, she'd got the impression his feelings were becoming stronger

than just mere lust.

"Okay, I promise."

"Make it a proper promise. We're in church, remember?"

"In the name of God, I promise," Jenna said.

"That's better."

"Right,

now that we've got that out of the way, how about we all go and have

some lunch?" Reverend Morris said, fastening his trousers and belt.

"I've worked up quite an appetite!"

Jenna shook her head as she watched Mia head down the church aisle in front of them.

"Is she seriously going to ask Gordon to be her boyfriend? He's so much older than her."

"Just like I am to you," Reverend Morris replied.

"Yes

but it's double the age gap that we have. What if Mia wants kids ten

years from now? Gordon will be in his mid-sixties! He doesn't have any

kids of his own. Can you see him being a dad?"

"I think he'd be a great dad. You're assuming Mia will want to be a mum. Lots of women choose not to have children these days."

"Guess you're right."

"Isn't

it great, all the people of our church and nearby churches have met

someone? I've got you, Josh has hooked up with Yulia. Father Aiden has

Róisín. Norman's moved in with Gladys, now there's an odd couple, but

they're happy! My ex-wife Lucy married Debbie. Gordon's got your cousin,

before you arrived, all these people were unhappy. I'd say your work is

done, my love!"

They walked down the aisle, hand in hand.

Privately, however, Jenna smirked to herself.

"My work isn't fully done. At least I still have Bishop George, Gordon's cousin Barry, Mayor Buckingham and a few other chaps!"

By Blacksheep, for Literotica.

Jenna's teenage cousin turns up at the vicarage.

A Series in 17 parts, by Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 It was the second Sunday after Trinity. Over at St Michael's vicarage, the morning eucharist had finished and Reverend Morris and his wife Jenna were discussing the upcoming events in the church calendar.

"Josh gets ordained next month, so that'll be a fun occasion. Big party over at his place. He's so excited for that day to come. It's been remarkable how he's come out of his shell. When he joined our church as curate a year ago, he was so nervous and shy. Now look at him." Reverend Morris said.

"He's a real asset to the church," Jenna replied, sipping a coffee, as she read through the church newsletter. "I like to think that I, helped build up his confidence a bit."

"Oh you certainly did, I'm sure," the vicar said, oblivious to what his wife was referring to. "Now, apart from that big event, there's not much happening in July. I'm adding the study of the Book of Exodus in the services. Last year's summer study of Genesis went down a treat,”

The sound of the doorbell interrupted him.

"I wonder who that can be?" Reverend Morris said, hurrying out of the living room. "If it's Gordon, he's early. He said he would call round at 2."

He opened the front door. A slim young woman around eighteen or nineteen, stood on the doorstep. Brunette hair that was in pigtails. Huge brown eyes like Bambi. She was dressed in a low cut pink peasant top, tight cow-print shorts and ballet shoes. By her side was a suitcase and hold-all.

"Hello. Can I help you?" Reverend Morris said.

"Um," the woman began, in a nervous voice. "Mr., um, Reverend Morris. Is, Jenna in? I'm Mia, her cousin."

"Oh really? Gosh, well do come in, you're very welcome! You look loaded up there, let me give you a hand." He ushered her inside and carried her luggage.

"Jen! You've got a visitor!"

Jenna looked up and her eyes widened. "Mia?"

"Hello CJ," Mia said, with a sheepish grin.

Reverend Morris blinked.

"Cousin Jenna," Jenna replied.

"Ah," He understood.

"What are you doing here? Last I heard you were at Salford uni."

"It's a long story," Mia sighed, as Reverend Morris gestured for her to sit on the settee. "Um, I quit."

"Oh no," Jenna said. "What happened?"

"Oh Jen, it was awful. I just couldn't settle into university life at all. I made a mistake choosing that Art and Design course. It wasn't for me. The lectures stressed me out, but worst of all was the bullying." She dabbed at imaginary tears in her eyes with a tissue. "Nine months and I just couldn't cope with it any longer, so I jacked it in."

Jenna was about to say something, but her husband cut in.

"You poor thing. God, if there's one thing I hate, it's bullying. Sad that it occurs in all walks of life. A nasty part of human nature."

Noticing the reverend had been completely taken in by Mia's story, Jenna cleared her throat. "What did your parents say?"

There was an awkward pause.

"You haven't told them, have you?"

"Are you serious Jen? Mum will go nuclear if she finds out. I'm just not ready to deal with that, yet. She was so proud when I got in that place. Dad will be more understanding but, look, I have a favor to ask. Can I stay with you for, a bit? I used up my last bit of cash on the train fare. I'm broke and I have nowhere to stay. I can't face going back to my parents. They'll treat me like a kid. Please? I won't be any bother. I'll do housework for you, I'll,”

"Of course you can stay!" Reverend Morris smiled. "Our vicarage is always available to those who need it. We have a spare bedroom." He turned to Jenna. "We had Bishop George staying with us during Lent, remember? I'm sure your cousin can't be a worse lodger than him. She looks like she's gone through a tough few months."

Powerless to refuse, Jenna reluctantly agreed. Oh Simon, you sweet, naive man. You have no idea what you're letting yourself in for! She thought.

"Oh you mean it? I can stay? Oh; thank you so much, Reverend!"

"Simon. You can call me Simon!" Reverend Morris replied. "It's nice to finally get to meet you, Mia. I know you and Jenna drifted apart a bit when your parents moved, but it's so nice when relatives reunite, isn't it?" the reverend said as he went to pick up the luggage.

"If only everyone could be as nice as you and Jenna!" Mia gushed.

Jenna pulled a face at her cousin and whispered to her. "You are so dead, cousin!"

"Right, well, I'll introduce you to your new room!” Simon said as he returned holding all the bags. “This way! I'll carry your stuff for you." Reverend Morris carried up the suitcase and hold-all.

"Your hubby is a total gent," Mia whispered to Jenna.

"Oh, you might be able to fool him, but you're not fooling me," Jenna replied. "As soon as he's gone out later, you are going to tell me everything."

Reverend Morris led Mia upstairs and down the long landing. Mia walked right by his side looking something between an infatuated schoolgirl gazing at her crush and a timid little lamb sticking close to the shepherd. At eighteen, Mia was very aware of the effect she had on men. Her Bambi eyes, teamed with the brunette hair, gave her an innocent look that convinced boys and men alike that she couldn't possibly know what effect she was having on them. But she knew quite well, and she loved the things she could get by putting her skills to good use.

"Here we are," Reverend Morris said, opening the bedroom door at the end. "It's not massive, but it's got a pleasant view overlooking the garden."

Mia walked in. The room was nicely decorated. Instead of the usual neutral color scheme of magnolia, the walls were painted in very pale blue, with white ceiling and a sandy colored carpet. Instead of curtains, a white window blind, as was the current trend. A single bed, chest of drawers and ladder desk and chair made up the furniture.

"I don't know why I painted this room blue, it always looks so cold, and it doesn't really match the carpet. No wardrobe, but there's a full chest of drawers and the bed is a divan, with two storage compartments you can put your bits and bobs in. There's a hook on the back of the door if you need to hang some clothes up."

"Oh I love it!" Mia said, smiling at him. "It's like being at the beach. The floor is sand and the walls are the sea. It's so restful and appealing. Really brings out my creative side. I think I could do lots of painting and drawing in here."

"I'm glad you like it. Jenna and I want you to feel comfortable and safe here. Charity is so important to Christians like us."

"Oh yes, I understand Rev, um, Simon. And I am so grateful. Um, do I have to start going to church? I mean I was raised in a Christian home but I sort of drifted,” Mia said, giving him a coquettish look."

"Ha, no worries! We're not going to force you to attend a Sunday service or anything so relax. Whether you're a believer or not, everyone is catered for in our vicarage. We don't judge."

"Jenna told me that your church is a nice one," Mia said, gazing at the reverend. He's rather average in looks but this guy is a total sweetie I can tell. Not an ounce of malice in him. Jenna's really landed on her feet with this one.

"She's right! St Michael's is a lovely place of worship. I'm very honored to be its vicar. Of course it wasn't always like that, but I like to think that I've really turned things round and made a difference. I credit Jenna for helping me in, many ways," he continued, and Mia noted the pause.

Wonder what he means by that? She thought.

He continued. "I took over in 2019 after the sudden death of the previous vicar, Reverend Smith. Talk about being thrown in at the deep end. Only a few months later, the pandemic happened. What a stressful time that was."

Mia nodded patiently.

"Sorry, I'm prattling on! I'll leave you to get sorted out. I talk too much. Always in sermon mode,”

"That's alright, Simon. I'm sure your sermons are really interesting." Mia said, flattering him some more.

"Ah well, haven't heard too many snores in the aisles of late."

"I really appreciate you helping me like this," Mia said, sitting on the bed. "I just don't know how I was going to cope. And I want to pay my way. I suppose I'll have to apply for Universal Credit. What with the cost of living crisis and everything. Not sure if there are any jobs going in this town? I don't know this area at all and I can't drive,”

"One step at a time, Mia. let's get you settled in first."

"I really do want to work. Is there anything I could do at your church?"

Reverend Morris scratched the back of his head and sat down next to her.

"Well, it's mostly volunteer work there, which is no good when you need an income, oh wait a minute, Norman the churchwarden mentioned that the church hall needs a cleaner, 10 hours a week. It's only a five minute walk from here. We had one of the Sunday school teacher's lads doing it, but I confess he rarely turned up and was about as much use as a chocolate fireguard. I was disappointed in Jordan, as the pay was pretty good for an entry-level job."

"I'll do that job! I'd love to do that!" Mia said. "Oh please say yes!"

"Hmm, well let me talk it over with Jenna first, and Norman. Cleaning is a bit boring. You'd be required to put out chairs and tables too. They're only lightweight folding ones, so no dangerous lifting of heavy stuff or anything. But Norman will be able to tell you more about what's involved. We have a lot of functions held in the hall, not just church stuff. Monday is badminton class. Tuesday it's the over-60s hot yoga. Wednesday is the midweek eucharist, so it's tea and coffee morning. Thursday and Friday you get two days off as nothing happens then. Saturday is the local amateur dramatics group. Oh and Sunday, the most important day of all, is the main service at church, and a social gathering afterwards."

"Oh I just love cleaning up," Mia said. "Tidiness is good for mental health you know. It keeps your mind occupied." She slid a bit closer to him.

"You're really enthusiastic aren't you?" Well If your heart's set on it, I'm sure I can pull a few strings and get you in. Don't want you to feel like your talents are being wasted in what I consider to be just a casual job though."

"To be honest, I never had any idea what I wanted to do when I left school," Mia continued. "I never wanted to go to uni. I feel like such a failure for quitting."

"Don't put yourself down," he said, reassuring her. "Sometimes God has a different path for us. And you can't stay somewhere that's making you unhappy. It takes guts to break away from a path that someone else has set for you. I can tell you have a great attitude. Your talents obviously lie elsewhere. In time, I'm sure you'll find something you truly excel at."

"I do hope so," Mia said, pouting at him. She leaned in closer, but the moment was broken by the sound of the landline phone ringing downstairs.

"Oh that reminds me, I need to call on one of the flock." He stood up. "I'll leave you to unpack Mia. If you need anything, I'm sure Jenna can assist you. I have to go out. I'll see you later. Take care!"

He hurried out of the bedroom.

"I think I'm gonna love it here," Mia giggled to herself. "I think I need to, repair my relationship with God." She gave the most mischievous of grins as she flopped back in bed.

"But I also plan on sinning, a lot!"

Reverend Morris rushed down the stairs.

"That was the garage on the phone," Jenna said, putting down the receiver. "My car's passed its MOT and ready to be collected."

"Great. I'll drop you off there as I just remembered I promised Gladys Wilcox I'd take her a copy of that paperback I recommended at last week's service. Hills of the North by Jenny Talwartz." He rummaged around on the coffee table and held up the book in question. "A thrilling tale set in rural England, about passion, blackmail and a woman's fulfilling journey to find romance and regain her faith."

"Sounds a good one."

"It got rave reviews on Amazon. I was worried it might be a bit too racy for some of the older members of the congregation. I haven't had chance to read it yet but apparently it contains violence and several sex scenes."

"Right up Gladys Wilcox's alley I'd say," Jenna replied, grinning. "I keep telling you, there's something kinky going on between her and the churchwarden. Okay, give me five minutes, and I'll be ready. Need to have a quick word with our non-paying guest."

"You're alright with her staying, aren't you? Sorry, I tend to just dive in and say yes to everything. Your cousin seems like such a lovely person."

"I don't mind, but she's not the innocent little thing you think she is," Jenna said. "Oh she's not a criminal or anything, but she can be a bit, indiscreet at times."

"Aren't we all a bit like that at eighteen? Not much life experience to fall back on."

"Hmm, I suppose. I will phone Aunt Kathleen later and let her know that Mia's staying here. I'd better prepare to gently break the bad news that her daughter won't be getting those letters after her name."

Mia was admiring herself in the wall mirror when Jenna came in, and closed the bedroom door.

"Alright you. Now how about giving me the whole truth about why you quit uni? You're good, but your acting skills need work. Better make it quick as Simon's waiting to give me a lift to the garage, so spill."

The brunette took a deep breath. "Alright. Look, don't give me too much grief. I did something wrong and that's why I had to quit."

"What happened?"

"I seduced my lecturer and slept with him."

She gasped. "You did what?" After the initial shock, Jenna couldn't help but admire her cousin's brazen attitude. Seeing as she herself had seduced several men from the church, plus a former Catholic priest, and most recently, the town mayor. Not to mention there were her weekly "organ lessons" with Gordon,

"So he was old enough to be my dad. Maybe grandad. He was like, late fifties or something. But he was so hot. Older men really turn me on. You must know how that feels. I mean, your husband is way older than you, right?"

"Yeah. I'm twenty-one and he's forty." Jenna admitted. "Eighteen and late fifties is one hell of an age gap though."

"I know. Oh but Jen. Tom was such a sexy man. Just the type I like. He was a smoker, but not a heavy one. Kind of used to turn me on, smelling smoke on his breath. It added to the attraction, as weird as that sounds. The sex was amazing. Older men are just sexier,”

Jenna gave a dreamy sigh. "Yep they are. Can't disagree with you there. Realizing she suddenly had a lot more in common with her cousin, she sat down next to her. "Tell me more about Tom."

And so Mia gave her chapter and verse on her spicy adventures at Salford.

"Stood in the art room, I was backlit by the bright front windows behind me. By kneeling down to waist level, he could see through the now semi-transparent material of my dress and get a look at the curves of my body underneath it. I told myself that I was grossed out, and that it was disgusting, but the idea that this older man wanted to see my knickers made my heart beat fast, I masturbated to the idea of Tom looking at me and his cock getting hard in his underpants, and as I later found out, he had a lovely big cock."

"Wow," Jenna said, feeling herself getting quite wet.

"Jenna! Are you coming?" Reverend Morris shouted.

"Oh! Er yes! Just a minute! I have to go out and collect my car from the garage. I won't be long. You'll be okay whilst I'm gone won't you?"

"You sound like Mum."

"Sorry. I'll see you later then. Make yourself a brew or something. Help yourself to whatever's in the kitchen but if you touch Simon's beloved brandy, you'll be reciting some prayers of forgiveness!" Jenna said with a wink.

"I'll be good. Honest. Can I have a shower please? After that long journey I feel gross. It was hot and smelly in the train. A fat lad sat behind me kept farting."

"Yes of course. Bathroom's the second on the right."

A few minutes later, Mia was taking full advantage of the newly-installed power shower at the vicarage. As the hot water caressed her young body, she closed her eyes and ran her hands over her smooth skin, losing herself in the sensation. A smile played across her face as her hands cupped her small, pert breasts and gave the nipples a quick tweak. She sucked in a breath and bit her lip as those wandering hands traveled lower, finding the treasure between her legs. The sensations were nice, but when she imagined someone watching her doing these things, her clit began to throb with need.

"Oh Tom. I miss you."

On the other side of town, Gordon was loading some ceramic plant pots into the boot of his car. He was glad to be offloading these unwanted pots on the vicar. With their massive garden, they'd be put to good use. Plus, Gordon could never refuse an opportunity to see the gorgeous Jenna.

In the shower, Mia leaned against the wall, eyes closed, and fingered her tingling clit. She was lost in a fantasy.

Praise the Lord! Reverend Morris returns unexpectedly, before Jenna does. He walks in and finds me here. Instead of turning away, he unzips his trousers. I happily comply, straight away, by parting my legs, bending over and thrusting my arse into his groin so he can tear off my underwear- if I was wearing any (which is hardly ever) - and he rams his whole ten inches (I assume he's well-endowed) of hard, holy cock right into my hot, tight snatch, fuck yes!

Gordon arrived at the vicarage, and failed to notice the lack of cars on the driveway. His mind was too focused on Jenna. Being so familiar with the house's occupants, he didn't even knock these days, but just walked in. Gordon had never been known for restraint, but Reverend Morris didn't seem to mind.

"Hello? Anyone in? I'm early." He shouted. No reply. Maybe they were in the back garden. He shrugged and carried the pots into the house.

Mia had finished her shower and was just wrapping a towel round herself when she heard Gordon's voice.

Then the sound of the back door opening was heard.

"Shit, who's that?"

Mia opened the bathroom window and peered out. She noticed Gordon placing the plant pots in the yard.

"Wonder if he's a delivery guy?"

Gordon looked round and scratched his head. It was obvious now that Jenna and the reverend weren't in. He pulled out his smartphone.

Mia continued to observe him, finally getting a good look at his face.

"He looks a bit like Tom! Oh my God!" She watched him call someone.

"Hi Jen, it's your favorite organist here. Just letting you know that I've arrived at your place with the pots, what's that? Sorry, it's a bad line, oh you're at the garage? Right, I see, sure, no problem."

"Oh; so he's the church organist." Mia said. "What a DILF!"

Gordon ended the call and put his hands on his hips. "Oh well, might as well help myself to a cuppa, whilst I'm here." He headed back into the house. In the kitchen, he was just about to switch the kettle on, when a voice from behind made him jump.

"Hello there."

Gordon spun round in surprise.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you."

"Who, are you?" He spluttered, catching his breath, and then he realized she was wearing nothing but a bath towel.

"Oh, I'm Mia, Jenna's cousin. I've just arrived. I'll be staying here for a bit as I, oh, whoops!"

The towel fell to the floor.

Gordon's eyes almost popped out of his head.

"Bloody hell!"

The Vicar gets a shock, and the organist is seduced.

Reverend Morris turned into the quiet cul-de-sac of Rosebay Gardens and pulled up in front of Mrs. Wilcox's bungalow.

"Hope the old girl doesn't find this book too rude," he muttered to himself as he knocked on the door. Noticing a pair of garden gnomes dressed in bondage gear, he smiled.

"Guess she won't!"

After a few minutes, no-one came to the door. Reverend Morris fiddled with his clerical collar. The June heatwave was showing no sign of ending. Hearing laughter, he walked down the side of the house and opened the rear gate.

"Yoo hoo! Anyone there?"

He wasn't prepared for what he saw next.

"Oh Vicar! I didn't hear you!" Mrs. Wilcox cheerfully exclaimed as she dropped the riding crop. "Norman, I told you to lock that garden gate,”

The churchwarden, his hairy, bare buttocks red from repeated whippings, leapt to his feet and adjusted the floral print apron, which was his only item of clothing.

"Ah, good afternoon to you, Reverend! This is, um, well I guess it looks bad."

"Dear God!" The vicar muttered. "Jenna was right all along!"

Norman was mortified. "Er, I was, we were,”

"He's been a naughty boy," Mrs. Wilcox cut in, rising from the garden chair. "He forgot to mow the lawn. I'm still training him, you see."

"What's going on here?" Reverend Morris gasped. "Norman, are you some kind of slave?"

"Heh, er, pretty much," the embarrassed churchwarden replied. "It's a fetish I never knew I had, or knew she had."

"My garden isn't overlooked, Vicar and we're both consenting adults. No harm in a bit of what you fancy, is there? Norman, sweetie, why don't you go and clad yourself in something more suitable and make us all a nice cup of Earl Grey, eh? There's a good lad. She gave his arse a playful slap as he hurried into the house.

"Now Vicar," the old lady said, turning to face him. She grinned, but behind that sweet facade lay steely determination and unbridled spirit. "Why yes, I'm eighty-six. I suppose I should be doing crosswords and watching episodes of Midsomer Murders instead of whipping a younger man's bare behind, eh? You look rather shocked. I must say, I'm surprised at your blushes, given that your lovely wife Jenna has quite a fancy for our dear church organist."

Reverend Morris wasn't sure what to say. Norman must've told her about what went on in the church when I arranged Jenna's special birthday surprise, he thought. Damn. I swore him to secrecy.

"Oh I don't judge, I don't judge at all!" He said quickly. "Whatever turns you on, Gladys. I'm pleased that you're both enjoying yourselves!"

"Just like you and your good wife, and Gordon enjoyed yourselves in the church hall at Easter, am I right?" She winked at him. There was no way to deny it, for the old lass knew everything. Nosey little old ladies had a habit of knowing the deepest, darkest secrets of every member of a church.

"Er, that. It was, a one off. It just happened. We got carried away in the heat of moment!" Reverend Morris stammered.

"As is the usual way," Mrs. Wilcox replied.

"How did you, erm, find out?"

"Couldn't resist a peek through the keyhole," she said. That wasn't actually true, but she wasn't going to confess to the camera and Mrs. Norris' failed attempt at blackmail.

"You're a bit of a dark horse, Vicar," Mrs. Wilcox continued. "Gordon lends himself well to naughtiness, but you always seemed the shy type. Quite the stamina you displayed." She patted his arm. "I must admit, I had doubts when you took over from Reverend Smith, God rest his soul. I was wrong."

"Very kind of you to say," he said, starting to relax. "Um, about that church hall incident, you haven't said anything have you?"

"My lips are sealed, dearie!"

Reverend Morris exhaled. "Praise the Lord. Thank you, Gladys!" He was relieved she didn't know about Jenna's " Mentula Cōleī (bukkake) baptism" in the church last year. That would've been too much to excuse.

In the house, came the sound of a whistling kettle reaching the boil.

"Forgive me asking this but, how did you and Norman come to be, er, in such an arrangement?"

"He wasn't my first choice," she said, with no hint of shame. "I wanted Gordon to step into the role, but he chickened out. Shame, as he showed such promise that afternoon when he came to practice on the organ, and my word, I enjoyed playing with his organ, let me tell you! I said to him, if I were thirty years younger, I'd have done a lot more with his organ! My body's far too old for such things, alas. But he seemed to really enjoy the blowjob I gave him. I haven't lost my touch!"

The vicar felt as though he was about to faint. He would never look at this frail-looking little pensioner in the same way again.

"Well, that's good to know!"

Presently, the kitchen door opened and Norman, now wearing a bathrobe, stepped out onto the patio, carrying a tray.

"Tea, Vicar?"

Meanwhile, at the vicarage,

Gordon wasn't usually lost for words, but Mia's towel drop had left him tongue-tied.

"Silly me," she said, bending down and covering herself up. "Sorry about that, Mr.,”

He dared to breathe. "Gordon,”

"Hi Gordon. I heard you talking on your phone earlier. Are you the organist?"

She didn't seem embarrassed at all, but he could feel his face burning. "Um yes, I am. Been organist and choirmaster at St Michael's for twenty years now. I've played other pipe organs in different churches too."

"How impressive. Being an organist you must be very good with your hands." Mia said. "May I call you Gordy-pie?"

"If you wish, and I have no complaints so far," he chuckled, regaining his confidence. He wondered if all female members of Jenna's family had this talent for driving men wild.

"I'd like your hands on me, Gordy-pie," Mia whispered, walking closer to him.

"I'm sure. How old are you?" He added, warily.

"Eighteen, and I'll be nineteen in a few weeks."

"Ah." He relaxed. "How come you're staying here then? I'll hazard a guess that you're not training to become a member of the clergy?"

"Been a naughty girl; haven't I?" She pouted. "Got myself booted out of uni."

"Blimey. What did you do?" Gordy-Pie asked.

"Slept with my lecturer," Mia said, twirling a wet strand of her hair. "Seduced him, lost my virginity to him. I regret nothing."

"You are an extremely naughty girl," Gordon tutted in mock disapproval. "Seducing defenseless older men like that."

"I know. But Gordy-pie, do you know what the best thing was? That first time we did it. When I pressed against him and felt his hard cock straining against his trousers. The same as yours is now,” She groped his crotch and taken by surprise, he let out a gasp.

Mia slipped her arms round his waist and planted a kiss on his lips. "Well? What shall we do?"

"I quite fancy a nice hot shower," Gordon whispered back. Lowering his voice further, he whispered into her ear. "Get your naughty little ass up those stairs right now and into the bathroom."

She didn't need telling twice. Giggling, she threw her towel at him and raced out of the kitchen.

"I'll show you exactly what an organist can do with his hands!" Gordon shouted as he ran after her, whilst trying to unbuckle his belt.

In the bathroom, Mia had already turned on the shower. She watched in amusement as Gordon fumbled with his clothes. He stepped out of his shoes and socks and tried to remove his trousers as fast as possible.

"Hurry up, Gordy-pie!" She teased.

"Damn these buttons! He muttered, fiddling with his shirt. "Should've worn a t-shirt."

At last he freed himself from the offending item of clothing, and his trousers fell to his ankles.

"Oh, love your tighty-whities!" Mia purred. They were just like the ones Tom wore.

"Wait until you see what's inside them!" Gordon laughed, removing his briefs and finally, he was as naked as she was.

"Wow," Mia gasped. She was more than impressed. The organist's cock was thick and splendid. She was so hungry for cock that any man would've done, but Gordon ticked all her boxes and more. This was going to be one hell of a shower,

"Gordy-pie," she whispered, holding out her hand. "I must warn you, I'm very slippery when wet."

Gordon stepped inside. Water cascaded across the slim curves of Mia's glistening body and ran down into the darker crevice of her thighs. Gordon saw that she had a dark thatch of pubic hair that obscured her view of the lips below.

"I'd better handle with care then," he whispered back.

His lips closed tight around her skin and kissed her neck right from her left ear, all the way down and around and back up to her right ear. He did this again, this time using tongue flicks just to hear Mia moan slightly.

"So just how do you play the pipe organ?" Mia gasped.

He reached for the shower gel bottle and began to lather up his hands.

"Like this." He ran his fingers down her shoulders and back, then in a circular motion, before kneading her skin.

"The thing with pipe organs is, you have to press down quite firmly on the manuals," he said. "That's what the keyboards are called." He planted kisses on the back of her neck. "The organ at St Michael's has three manuals. One up here." He pressed his fingers against her shoulders.

"Ooh."

"The middle one, round about here,” His fingers slipped down to her lower back.

"That tickles!"

"And the third manual, that's down here." He cupped her pert buttocks.

"Then there are the stops." Gordon's hands slipped round and up to her breasts.

"Have to pull out the stops,” He tweaked her hardened nipples.

Mia closed her eyes, loving his sensual touch, and feeling his hard cock pressing against her arse.

"Oh, Gordy,”

"Not forgetting the organ loft," Gordon continued, fingering her clit and making her whimper and shudder in pleasure.

"That's where the action happens. The organist sits at his console and plays,”

Mia continued to shudder but then turned, & roughly grasped Gordon's head with both hands. He saw the desire in the young woman's brown eyes before he kissed her, hard and deep. Mia's inconsistent moans became longer and louder; the trembling went from shudders of the back to full-body quaking.

Gordon continued. "And that just leaves, the organ pipes. The biggest pipes produce the deepest sounds. He took her hand and placed it on his cock.

"I've only got one organ pipe, but it only takes one pipe to make sweet music,”

The hot spray from the shower cascaded down both their bodies. Exhilaration coursed throughout Mia's body; she'd never felt so turned on. Dropping to her knees, she soaped up her hands and slid them along Gordon's pulsing shaft. She said nothing as she rinsed, then started tasting him by licking the water drops from his balls.

Flattening her tongue and licking in one long stroke up the length of his prick. Wrapping her lips around his cockhead, she sucked him. He tasted so good. A perfect older man.

Keeping the rhythm nice and steady, Mia stepped up the sensation by rubbing her fingers around the base of Gordon's cock just above his balls.

"Mmm, your balls are getting tighter, Gordy-pie. It shouldn't be too long now before I really get to taste you!" Mia said at last. "I want all your delicious cum!"

"Oh God!"

Gordon suddenly tensed, sucked in a breath and then grunted. Mia locked her lips so none of his precious seed escaped. Feeling his cock start to pulse, he exploded in her mouth. Spurt after spurt. Mia swallowed every drop.

"Did I play the organ correctly?"

Gordon slid his hands up her arms and grasped her face, pulling her in for a slow, tender kiss.

"Perfectly," he murmured. "No wrong notes at all!"

"I want a more advanced organ lesson, Gordy-pie." Mia said. Hot water ran down her back and legs, making it so much easier for him to slip his fingers inside her tight pussy.

"What a good idea. You're more than ready!" He rubbed the tip of his still-hard cock against her entrance, teasing her by rubbing it against her clit, then down to the entrance, and back up to the clit again.

"Now. Please," she begged him.

Gordon pressed the head of his cock against her entrance and shoved himself inside. He went in all the way on the first thrust, forcing a moan from the young brunette. He grabbed her hips roughly and thrust hard into her, the sound of wet skin slapping together. Mia moaned loudly as the organist began to pound into her.

"Oh Gordy! Yes! Fuck yes! Harder!"

Neither of them heard the front door open as Jenna returned.

To be continued in part 2. By Blacksheep, for Literotica.

A Friend Had No Idea What Her Daughter Wanted for Her Birthday.

by MysteryTe.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories

"Of course! I'd love to come her 18th celebrate with you all!"

It

was the only response to the invitation. Emma was the daughter of

teacher friend of mine, Alice, who I'd worked with a few years ago but

kept in touch with after moving schools. I'd actually taught Emma in one

of my first classes and as a friend of the family, had been invited to a

small-ish gathering at their house for her 18th. Normally, they'd have

had a bigger party, my friend had said, but with Covid still spreading,

they were having a few family friends round to the garden on the

Saturday evening before Emma headed out that night with her friends.

Erica

had immediately ruled herself out. At 6 months pregnant with our second

child, she had a bump as big as most at the time of birth, and was

finding it very uncomfortable, so standing around in the garden for a

couple of hours wasn't really an option. She didn't really know the

family all that well either as I'd left the school not long after

meeting Erica so she hadn't really gotten to know my friends from there,

and had used my previous visits as time to spend time with her family

or visit her own friends.

The

day of Emma's 18th arrived and Erica kissed me goodbye at the door. I

wouldn't be back late but it did mean she'd have to do bath and bed

tonight for our boy.

The

journey was about thirty five minutes, and I was greeted at the door by

Alice's husband, a nice guy named Rob, who I had been running with a

few times in the past before I'd met Erica and moved away.

He

asked how I was and Erica and our little one as I followed Rob through

the house to the garden, collecting a can of lemonade on the way

through, as I would of course be driving home.

I

fired a glance around the garden, looking for Alice or Emma, and

couldn't help noticing a group of younger girls I didn't recognise near

the back. They were all fairly slim and good looking, but there were a

couple with their backs to me, one in a black dress and one in a flowery

blue dress, whose legs held my eye for a little longer. It made sense

there'd be a few of Emma's college friends there, and I was glad there'd

be some eye candy for the evening!

I

saw Alice first, quickly moving to accept a big hug from my old friend.

She looked nice, in a black top and a long khaki coloured skirt, but

she'd never been someone I'd thought of as anything other than a friend,

and the hug was purely warmth and friendliness. It was the first time

I'd seen her since about six months before the pandemic, so there was

over two years worth of hugs packed into one! After breaking the hug,

she welcomed me, asked about the family, and then shouted Emma over.

Following

the gaze of my friend as she called her daughter, I finally recognised

Emma, as the girl in the black dress with the long, toned legs turned

and gave a huge smile. She rushed over and flung her arms round me in a

huge hug, thanking me so much for coming. Despite being a long time

family friend, I couldn't help but notice Emma had become a beautiful

young lady. Her long blonde hair framed a gorgeous face and her smile

was enough to light up the garden on its own. She had stayed very fit

over the last couple of years. Not a surprise for a girl who had been

running since primary school and who I knew still competed in

triathlons. Her long legs were stunning and very toned thanks to her

fitness regime, and I could only imagine she had a flat, toned stomach

beneath her small, but perky looking tits. I had to very deliberately

stop myself from letting my eyes drift back down to her pale chest as I

wished her a happy birthday and handed her a card, commenting how much

she'd grown up. We both laughed that it was no wonder, given that she

had been just fifteen when I'd last seen her.

She

gushed that she was so pleased I'd been able to come and had been

worried I wouldn't be able to as she knew Erica was pregnant. I smiled

and told her I wouldn't have missed it, although I could only assume she

was being polite... after all what eighteen year old is really worried

if a family friend almost double her age was going to be at a birthday

gathering?

Emma

excused herself after some small talk as another young girl I didn't

recognise arrived. I couldn't help but appreciate that she hadn't become

the sort of girl who screams shrilly when any friend appears, and I did

note she genuinely had seemed more excited to see me than this new

friend. Maybe she really was glad to see me after all.

I

spoke to Alice a short while longer before she too went to mingle with

the guests. Luckily by then I'd spotted another former colleague and

headed to say hello.

As

I neared my old friend I felt a hand on my arm and turned to find a

pretty young girl with dark hair, done up into a fancy style. She was

the one in the blue dress I'd noticed earlier with Emma, and as she

spoke I recognised her as another former pupil of mine, Molly, who'd

been Emma's best friend through school and evidently still was.

"Hi,

Sir," she said, smiling and brushing her hair back behind her left ear,

a glass of prosecco in hand. Again, I had to very deliberately stop

myself from letting my gaze linger on her cleavage, a bit bigger than

Emma's... perhaps a C. I thought, with a tiny hint of lace from her

white bra just poking clear of the blue material... before I realised I

had failed miserably and snapped my eyes back to her now slightly

blushing face.

I

smiled back, a little awkwardly and with the heat rising slightly in my

own cheeks as I knew I'd been caught staring at her pale, nubile little

titties. "Hi, Molly. No need to call me Sir any more! How are you? It's

lovely to see you!"

Molly

beamed at me, again touching her hair back behind her ear, before

expressing her surprise that I recognised her so quickly, and then

blushing a little again as I quipped that of course I could never have

forgotten! I commented that she had become a lovely young woman,

realising as she blushed again that my eyes had roved her whole body as I

said it, lingering on her long legs and perky chest.

Luckily

I managed to take back control of my eyes at this point, reminding

myself I'd taught Molly when she was younger, and continued the

conversation without staring any further. I did, however, clock a few

light touches on my arm, and a few more brushes of the hair, as she

described her college course and told me about how college had been

affected by the pandemic. Normally I'd be mentally reveling in these

little signs, hoping they'd lead to a closer encounter, but I must be

mistaken. Molly couldn't be showing any attraction. I'd taught her years

before and with her slightly younger than Emma, I was even closer to

double her age. It simply wasn't possible... was it?

I

soon moved on as Molly returned to the group of girls at the back of

the garden, sitting down with Jessica, another former colleague who'd

been good friends with Alice. She was quite a bit older than myself, and

than Alice for that matter, and must be nearing retirement soon, I

mused as we chatted.

I

sat with Jessica for quite a while, broken up with short trips to

collect us both more soft drinks (she had driven too) and a trip to the

buffet filled with party food, before enjoying a short, amusing speech

by Rob about his now adult daughter. I had enjoyed watching both Emma

and Molly over the course of the evening. Both had grown into very

attractive young ladies and I've never been one who could resist

watching attractive ladies.

After

a while, I excused myself to nip inside to the bathroom. Heading inside

and upstairs, I relieved myself and washed my hands, turning from the

sink and almost jumping out of my skin to find the door open and Emma

stood in the doorway.

"Jesus, Emma!" I gasped. "I'm so sorry, I thought I'd locked the door!"

"You

did," she whispered, stepping inside and closing it again behind her,

turning the lock without taking her eyes from my face.

My hands paused on the towel I'd been drying my hands on. "What's...?" was all I got out before Emma interrupted me.

"We

don't have a lot of time," she said, stepping forwards to stand right

in front of me. "I've known for years I wanted you to be my first. I've

always known it was just a silly schoolgirl crush but I also know I have

to take a chance." She smirked. "I also know I caught your eyes on me

before. A couple of times!" Her expression changed, becoming a little

more serious. "You are the right one to do it." She paused, looking into

my eyes, just a few centimetres from my face. "Will you?"

I

simply stood for a few seconds, unable to speak, partly with shock, but

also partly wrestling with myself, knowing this shouldn't be such a

tempting request... the just eighteen daughter of my friend, in the

bathroom of their house, with the whole family and several friends just

outside, but also well aware that blood was vacating my brain and

heading to my rapidly growing cock.

Emma

leaned in and kissed me, and all reason fled my mind. I hungrily kissed

her back, her arms wrapping around my neck as mine reached her waist.

Emma was wasting no time, with so many potential disasters looming if we

were caught, and her tongue entered my mouth, wrestling with my own as

her left arm moved down now to take my right hand and place it on her

arse.

The

decision made and the line already crossed, I shifted my hand slightly

downwards to grasp the back of her thigh below the line of her dress,

and hooked the dress over it as I stroked back up to her now uncovered

backside, pleasantly shocked to discover she had no knickers on as I now

shifted so both hands grasped her toned arse.

Emma

pulled away form the kiss and grinned as I lifted me eyebrow

questioningly. "Nothing to slow us down," she whispered, and I massaged

the cheeks as she kissed me again. I explored her backside with my

hands, reaching around the cheeks, bring my fingers closer to where her

thighs must meet, and then spread her cheeks and heard the unmistakable

sound of a wet pussy opening. Emma pulled away from the kiss again,

blushing, before dropping to her knees in front of me and immediately

unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them quickly to the floor. She paused a

second at the bulge in my boxers, and I reminded myself that despite

how forward and urgent she was being, she'd said she wanted me to be her

first, and might not even have seen a cock in the flesh before.

She

visibly steeled herself, before yanking my boxers down to reveal my

eight inch cock, which bounced up in front of her face as it cleared the

waistband of my pants.

"Oh my God," Emma whispered. "Will it even fit? I didn't think... I don't know..." She looked up at me askance.

"It

sounded like you're wet enough," I said simply, and she looked at my

cock again, slowly reaching up to take it in her hand. I enjoyed the

sensation of this young girl cautiously fondling me for a few seconds,

seeming to be just trying to get used to the feel of it.

"Should

I...?" Emma looked up at me, a little lost, it seemed. "Do I... do I

suck it?" she stammered, clearly feeling her nerves now in the reality

of the situation.

I

laughed quietly. "Maybe another time. I think we might be a bit short

of time for that!" I reached down and took Emma's hand and guided her to

stand again, a relieved smile on her face.

"Are you sure you want..."

"Yes,

definitely!" Emma responded before I finished the question. "How should

we...?" she continued, her assuredness and confidence in knowing what

she wanted giving way suddenly to the practicality of never having done

it before and being presented with her former teacher's eight inch

length.

I

kissed her and smiled, before silently taking control of the situation,

turning her around and kissing her neck from behind. I reached down to

her still uncovered arse and spread it slightly, before moving my waist

forwards so my cock nestled between the cheeks. Reaching round her I

dipped my left hand into the front of her dress to find her perky little

tit and rock hard nipple, while my right hand dipped to her thigh and

stroked upwards, quickly finding the soaked groove of her virgin pussy.

Emma

gasped as I finally touched her, sliding my fingers along her sopping

wet valley, before lingering for a few seconds on her engorged clitoris,

causing a loud squeak to escape despite her efforts to keep quiet.

Knowing

we didn't have forever, I released her chest and placed my hand on her

back, easing her forwards. Removing my right hand from her cunt, too, I

stepped back to enjoy the view as she leaned forwards to place her hands

on the edge of the sink, her tiny, shaved pink pussy glistening

invitingly.

"I

have to taste you," I whispered, dropping quickly to my knees and

extending my tongue to lick slowly, lovingly upwards from her clit

through the whole of her sopping wet valley. The sensation, presumably

coupled with the situation, was too much for Emma and her knees buckled

as she came hard, small squeaks coming form her mouth which she'd

quickly pressed her hand over.

The

sweet taste of Emma's orgasm ran over my tongue as her knees went and I

stayed knelt behind her as she shuddered to a finish, looking round at

me wide eyed.

"Ready?" I asked simply.

Emma

nodded and I helped her stand again, still bent over the sink as I

guided my erection to her gleaming hole. Emma's eyes held mine as I

slowly pressed myself into her, pushing the tip of my cock inside her. A

couple of centimetres in I felt the resistance unique to a virgin. I

drew back slightly and then pushed forward, tearing the thin barrier

between Emma and her womanhood. She gasped at the sharp pain, and I felt

her contract, but then she relaxed and pushed herself backwards

slightly, taking the tip of my cock inside her. I pulled backward, then

pressed in a again, slowly impaling her inch by inch, drawing back each

time before cautiously pushing further into her eighteen year old cunt.

The tight, but slick walls gripped me as they stretched around my thick

length, every millimetre massaging pleasure into my erection. Emma's

soft moans told me she was ok as her eyes closed in the soft pleasure of

being filled.

As

I slowly reached about six inches, I reasoned we must be running out of

time and decided it was time to speed up. I slowly pulled out and then

began to thrust in and out, no longer steadily pressing forwards but

sliding in and out of her tight, little pussy. Emma's moans quickened

and she leaned further forwards, easing the passage of my cock to her

inner passage. Soon I was fucking her fast and hard, the last couple of

inches of my cock also making their way inside her as I buried myself in

her cunt, right to the bottom of my shaft, the need for slow, steady

progress gone inside Emma's dripping wet hole. I felt myself nearing the

edge of my resistance and I whispered to her, "I'm going to cum."

"I'm on the pill. Cum inside me. Please, Sir, fill me with your cum!"

I

don't know if saying that turned her on even more, but Emma orgasmed

again as she spoke, her already tight pussy gripping my cock as I buried

it deep inside her and shot load after load of hot, sticky spunk into

her belly.

After

a few seconds of quiet, tired panting, my cock still inside Emma, I

pulled backwards to reveal her perfect, pink, freshly fucked pussy, my

cum dribbling out of her as she pushed herself back to a standing

position.

Knowing

we'd pushed our luck, Emma quickly kissed my lips and said "Thank you,"

before rearranging her dress as I pulled up my boxers and jeans.

Emma

opened the door first and peered out. I thought I saw her flash a smile

before she disappeared down the landing to her bedroom to clean up and,

I assumed collect some underwear!

I

stepped cautiously out onto the landing, almost bumping into Molly as

she stepped into the doorway, seemingly not expecting anyone to be

there. "Oh, sorry, Sir," she muttered, before her eyes widened and her

jaw dropped as she realised I was leaving the bathroom after a very

shifty looking Emma.

"Wh???"

"Maybe ask Emma," I cut her off, before leaving her, jaw still on the floor, to return to the party.

The

rest of the gathering went without incident. Molly was the only one

who'd seen or heard anything and she was engaged in quiet conversation

with Emma for most of the rest of the evening.

Eventually

it was time to go. I hugged Alice and shook hands with Rob, and they

called Emma over to say goodbye. Molly came with her, eyes not leaving

me and mouth hidden by another prosecco glass.

"Sorry

I haven't been able to sped much time with you," Emma said, "But I'm so

glad you came tonight. You coming has really helped make it a special

day." She smirked at that, knowing I would pick up on the double

entendre.

"Always happy come and see you, anytime Emma" I responded. "I'm glad you've had a memorable 18th birthday," I smiled.

"I'll never forget it." Emma grinned. She hugged me then, and I took my leave.

"Do

you think she'd be willing to do some "babysitting" Erica asked me,

using air commas to make clear her true meaning, as if I didn't already

know.

"I

think there's a good chance I'll see her again soon," I replied. "And

who knows... give it a while and we might have to see where we can take

things."

by MysteryTe for Literotica.

The Wedding Night. My Wedding Night turned out to be more than I bargained for! 

by MysteryTe.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories

We got married in August, and the day was perfect. Everything that needed to go well, did. The weather was beautiful, the food was delicious, and the party was amazing. Most of all, my bride, Erica, was perfection. She always is, of course. She's 28, slim, slightly above average height, with small but pert breasts and a pretty face. Her legs are firm and toned, and so is her bum. That day, she seemed to transcend beyond her normal gorgeousness though, leaving me stunned. Her long strawberry blonde hair held in waves and her dress... I'd never seen a more breath-taking sight as when she walked down the aisle.

The DJ finished at half past midnight, and our guests began to make their way to their rooms in the hotel. After almost everybody left, there were a few of us still up, namely my wife's younger sister Alice, my brother and his wife, Erica's brother Alan, and a female guest he had been working on unsuccessfully all night! As it reached 2am, the last of us decided to make our way up to bed. I, of course, was very ready to head to the bridal suite, as I was looking forward to finally removing that beautiful dress from my new wife. Alan offered to walk the other guest back to her room, and my brother and sister-in-law took their leave.

At last it was just me, Erica and Alice. We all headed upstairs together. Alice's suite was next to ours so she walked upstairs with us. As we were about to say goodnight, she pulled a thoughtful face, before asking, "I hadn't thought about the buttons. Would you mind if I came in and perhaps your new hubby can help undo them for me?"

I looked at the back of the dress. There were a lot of buttons, as there were on the back of Erica's bridal gown. In fairness, there was no way Alice would be able to unfasten them all herself. "It's ok with me," I answered, looking to Erica for guidance. Normally I'd have been all for this. Alice is five years younger than my wife at 23, but similar in build and not dissimilar in looks, but with slightly larger breasts and a rounder, very pert bum. Helping her to remove her dress would offer me the opportunity to get a good look at her shapely legs and that bottom. She was also looking stunning today, a vision as chief bridesmaid. Plus, she obviously needed help, but I was very much looking forward to removing my new wife's gown!

"Of course it's fine!" Erica laughed. She and Alice had always been close, and I knew she'd respond the way she did. I unlocked the door and we all headed into our gorgeous bridal suite. The large bed took up the majority of one half of the room, but the rest of the suite was plenty big enough, with a table and chairs in one corner, a sofa by the wall and of course a large dressing table by another.

As the door shut, Alice suggested that actually we should both help Erica with her buttons first. I was about to argue, as I had plans for her, as soon as I could get enough buttons undone, but she continued, pointing out it would allow Erica to get herself ready. She gave me a pointed look at that, and I saw Erica nod out of the corner of my eye, so I bit my tongue and we set to work unbuttoning all ninety-something of the buttons on the dress.

I started at the top, and as I revealed more and more of my new wife's back, the inevitable happened and I felt the blood start to redirect to my cock. It was a little awkward, knowing that Alice, who was unbuttoning on her knees right next to me, could almost certainly see the bulge in my pants growing. Still, this was my wedding night, so I contented myself with the thought that with Alice's help, Erica would be out of the dress twice as fast.

Sure enough, soon Alice and I met in the middle. We both grasped for the last button, and her hands closed around mine. She quickly pulled away, grazing my erection as she did so. Looking up at me, she blushed and must have seen me do the same as she giggled and murmured an amused, "sorry," as she stood up and turned around.

Erica looked around as I undid the last button, and seeing Alice had her back to us, stepped out of the dress and turned to face me. Braless, her pert breasts showed rock hard nipples, telling me she was as horny as I was. Her wedding lingerie was a beautiful pair of almost see-through lacy panties and a similarly lacy garter, which caused my erection to strain against my pants again.

"You look beautiful," I whispered, and she smiled back, before pressing herself against me so I could feel her hard nipples against my chest, and planting a long, sensuous kiss on my lips.

As she stepped away again, I noticed her panties were growing a dark, moist patch at the front and I almost pulled her back towards me, until she reminded me, "Sort Alice's dress out now. I'll just get ready in the bathroom."

As she turned away, I turned my attention to her sister, waiting patiently by the sofa with her back to us. Looking at her dress, a long, pale blue, I was glad to see that while there were plenty of buttons, there were nowhere near as many as on Erica's. I started from the bottom this time, working my way up and Alice silently stretched her arms out in front of her. As I came up to her bottom, the dress started to open up, allowing me a perfect view of her pert, round arse. The buttons kept going and I was able to enjoy the unfolding view of her bum framed with pale blue, lacy thong panties. I kept unbuttoning, revealing her also braless back. She groaned in satisfaction as the tight dress loosened, and then caught me by surprise as she leaned right forwards, pressing her arms against the arm of the sofa. I had to step forwards to unfasten the last couple of buttons, and my crotch pressed against her bum. I was relieved to realise my cock had at least drooped to a semi, although it began to twitch again as it nestled between her cheeks. I could only hope she couldn't feel it.

The last button came loose just as Alice straightened back up, and the entire dress fell to the floor around her. She jerked around and as I stepped quickly away I couldn't help seeing beautiful, perky breasts fully on show, rock hard nipples poking out above a flawless body, toned and slim with a couple centimetre gap I couldn't help noticing between her thighs. She stared at me for couple of seconds, before she slowly but deliberately covered her breasts. I stammered an apology.

She smiled and chuckled. "It doesn't matter. We're family now. I'll go and tell Erica I'm out of my dress." A quick glance to my crotch told her I was fully erect again, and she smiled to herself as she lowered her arm to her side, showing me her breasts, before she stepped around me and headed to the bathroom. I assumed Erica would give her a towel or something to go back to her room in, and I began to undress, laying my jacket on the sofa and removing my shoes, before taking off my tie and unbuttoning my top buttons, making myself comfortable for Erica's return.

Erica came out of the bathroom quickly, closing the door behind her. She kissed me and then stepped back, holding something behind her back. I admired her almost naked body for a second, and then asked what she had behind her back.

"All in good time," she responded, before directing me to take a chair from under the table and sit on it in the middle of the room, facing away from her. I did as I was told, and was almost immediately blindfolded. "Won't be a second," she whispered, and a few seconds later I heard her open the bathroom door, and shortly afterwards the room door opened briefly and then closed again. Alice must have left. Idly I wondered what she'd used to cover up.

Sat in darkness, I could only wait for what would happen next. My erection strained in anticipation. Soon, I felt Erica's lips against mine, as she kissed me, long and deep. She whispered to me to keep my hands by my side, as her hands roamed my body, first unbuttoning my shirt, before moving to the clasp of my belt. She undid this and unbuttoned my pants, before pulling them down. I lifted my feet and she removed them, before pulling off my socks. She stood again between my legs and then climbed atop to straddle me. Her breasts pressed against my face and I sucked and licked her hard nipples as she ground herself against my rock hard cock. Her lacy panties and my boxers did nothing to hide the fact her pussy was sopping wet as she slid back and forth.

After a minute or so, Erica climbed off again and immediately pulled at my boxers, revealing my thick, eight inch erection. My cock was throbbing with the need for her, and she duly obliged, climbing back on top of me and guiding my cock smoothly into her drenched pussy. She slid on easily, moaning loudly in pleasure as my whole eight inches entered her, and then started to grind and circle, a method she always used when she was desperate for orgasm but wanted me to last longer, as it provided minimal friction for me. I could feel her panties had been moved to one side rather than removed completely, which, if anything, was even more of a turn on, having seen her in those lacy knickers earlier. I returned my attention to her nipples, as having them sucked while she rode me was a sure-fire way of bringing her to climax. Sure enough, after only a few seconds I felt her tense and she moaned loudly as she came hard, clinging to me and kissing me hard.

After a few breathless seconds, she climbed back off me, easing herself off my cock now soaked in her juices. I reached up to remove the blindfold, eager to continue. Just as I reached, she grabbed my hand. "Not yet," she whispered into my ear, and I let my hand return to my sides. A couple of seconds later, I felt her hands on my legs, pushing them apart. She crawled between them and her hand closed around the bottom of my cock. Her other hand cupped my testicles as she guided my length down and I felt her warm, wet mouth enclose the head, sucking her juices off it. She took it out of her mouth and licked around the shaft, lapping up her cum, before returning the head to her mouth and beginning to suck as her hand started to move up and down my length. Erica didn't often go down on me, so I quickly felt myself nearing orgasm. I whispered to her to let her know, and she silently gave one, final, long lick from the bottom of the shaft right to the eye of my penis, sending shivers through my whole body as she tasted the pre-cum oozing from me.

Shuffling back, she moved from between my legs, and seconds later I felt her step across me. This time, she remained standing, and I felt her backside against my chest. Placing her hands on my knees, I sensed her leaning forward, and the delicate musk of a wet pussy entered my nostrils. Ducking my head slightly, I kissed her bottom, following the shape of her until I was able to kiss her soaked panties. I trailed my tongue along her wet groove, and heard a low moan. One hand moved from my knee and I felt the panties move to one side, allowing me access to her sweet pussy. I kissed, first, before licking along her groove several times, moving from the hole all the way up to her tiny arsehole and back. Unable to quite reach down to her clitoris, I lifted my hands and moved her forwards slightly, allowing me to reach my tongue down to her clit, which I began to flick with my tongue, drawing small moans of pleasure.

Soon, the moans began to increase in intensity, and she finally removed a hand from my knee to take hold of my cock, guiding herself onto it as she lowered her wet pussy back onto my length. I groaned as the moist warmth enveloped my cock. She lowered herself slowly this time, and I heard a small gasp as I filled her further. She felt tighter this time. Perhaps after her first orgasm she'd satisfied herself more than she expected. Her tight pussy wasn't fully taking me, and she began to slowly move up and down on me, her tight wetness sending waves of pleasure through my cock. I decided now was the time to move my hands, and I reached around to massage her clit with my right hand as she rode me. My left hand reached higher, grasping at her chest. Something felt... different, somehow. I put it down to the angle, and began to play with her hard nipple.

The feeling of her tight, wet pussy gliding up and down on my cock was incredible. Her right arm wrapped sensuously around my head and pulled me into a deep kiss, her tongue wrestling with mine. I knew I wouldn't last too much longer. Then, as she slid up and down, finally reaching the bottom of my shaft and fully impaling herself on my cock, I felt her cup my testicles and take one into her mouth.

I know. It took me a second or two to move past the pleasure to realise. If she was kissing me... whose mouth was sucking on my balls? I began to reach for the blindfold when her left hand grabbed mine and held it hard against her clit. In my confusion I hadn't realised her moans were getting louder. She was nearing climax again. Her kisses were deep and intense and her movements spoke of a fervour for orgasm. I felt the mouth release my balls and a tongue ran up the length of my shaft onto her pussy.

Suddenly I felt a hand on each side of my head and the blindfold lifted. The scene was one I could never have imagined. The face I was kissing, whose nipple I had between my fingers, whose clit I was rubbing, whose pussy was grinding on my cock, whose moans of orgasm suddenly screamed out of her mouth as her back arched and her cunt flooded over me, was Alice. Between her legs was the tongue of their cousin, Kasey, her long, red curls framing her pretty face as she licked up and down my shaft and Alice's pussy, still wearing her long, royal blue dress.

"I want tonight to be the best night of your life," Erica whispered down my ear, her hands coming to rest on my shoulders and her breasts pressing against my head as her sister orgasmed on my cock. Needless to say, the whole scene was too much for me, and I unloaded with a groan, cum spurting into Alice's wet cunt as we came together.

As Alice's orgasm subsided and she relaxed against me, my erection inside her right to the balls, Kasey slowly, sensuously lapped up the combination of my cum and Alice's as it seeped from her. I'd always known that Erica and her cousin had experimented briefly in their late teens, but it would seem Alice had no reservations about her cousin's tongue either, suggesting Kasey had helped both sisters with their experimenting.

Alice turned her head to kiss me again, and then slowly climbed off me, my cum dribbling down the inside of one of her thighs. Kasey took my length in her mouth, sucking Alice's juices from the shaft. After a moment, Erica joined her, on her knees before me, and the two took it in turns to keep me erect following my orgasm. Alice draped herself over my shoulders from behind and we alternated between kissing and watching the two licking and sucking on my hard cock. When it became clear I wasn't going to lose my stiffness, Erica began to kiss Kasey, running her hand up and down my cock as she did so. After a few moments, Erica guided Kasey to her feet and, her hand still wrapped around my cock, guiding me to follow, led us to the bed. As they stood I was reminded just how short Kasey was. She's beautiful, with brighter, flaming hair compared to her cousins' softer colour, but really small, at less than 5 foot tall.

Reaching the bed, Erica released me and lay herself down on her back, shuffling on far enough that when she crooked her finger at Kasey, Kasey could climb onto the bed on her knees close to the edge. Erica spread her legs and Kasey immediately understood, wrapping her arms beneath Erica's legs and burying her face in my wife's soaking pussy. Erica moaned loudly and I could see the pleasure on her face. Clearly Kasey knew exactly how to pleasure her. I felt Alice's hands wrap around my cock as she knelt in front of me, and then the warmth of her mouth, as she wrapped it around the head. Slowly she slid me further into her mouth and began to suck. Erica fixed her eyes on mine and then glanced down at my throbbing cock, which was now buried deep into her sister's mouth. She pointedly moved her gaze from me to her cousin, and smiled at me.

"Alice," she said. Alice released my cock from her mouth and looked round, slowly running her hand up and down my shaft. "I think it's time Kasey got fucked, don't you?" Erica very rarely talks dirty, so this sentence on its own was enough to have my erection straining to grow even further than it already was.

Alice turned on her knees and shuffled over behind Kasey. Taking hold of her cousin's dress, she lifted it up, over her hips, to reveal a perfect, pert arse, hidden only by a lacy, royal blue thong. Kasey's pussy was clearly soaking wet, and as Alice slowly peeled the thong down, eyes locked on mine, it stuck for a second in the moist area before uncovering a glistening, throbbing cunt, desperate to be fucked. Alice ran her tongue the entire length of the sopping crevice, bringing a long moan of pleasure from Kasey. She reached out again and took hold of my shaft, guiding me forwards to stand behind their cousin. I had an amazing view of Kasey's head buried between my wife's legs and the whole length of Erica's beautiful body, ending with her beautiful face creased in pleasure, and her blue eyes fixed on mine, as my cock slid into Kasey's waiting pussy. Alice's hand slipped up beneath me to rub her cousin's clit. Kasey must have been very ready, as less than ten seconds after I entered her warm wetness, I felt her contract and she arched her back, her head lifting from Erica's clit as she moaned so loud it was almost a scream to match the intensity of her orgasm.

I continued to thrust in and out of Kasey as her orgasm subsided and she returned her attention to Erica's pussy. I could feel myself building to another orgasm soon too, as I slid in and out of her tight hole and watched my wife's face contorting in pleasure. I could tell she was beginning to get close to cumming too.

Erica caught my eye and held my gaze.

"Alice," she said, not taking her eyes from me. "Come here." she continued, and then paused, staring intently into my eyes, before she continued, "I want to lick my husband's cum out of my little sister."

This sentence nearly made me cum again on its own. Alice stood slowly from where she had been knelt next to me, and climbed onto the bed. Slowly, she crawled around so that she was facing towards me, her face above Erica's. She kissed her sister, and then slowly, seductively, watching me the whole time, crawled forwards until her pussy was above Erica's face. She knelt up, allowing me to see the whole bodies of both of them. My thrusts were unconsciously getting faster and I could hear Kasey's moans getting quicker and louder as I pounded into her. Slowly, Alice lowered herself almost onto Erica's face, and I watched as Erica wrapped her arms round Alice's legs and pulled herself up, her tongue reaching out to lick a bead of my cum which had escaped from Alice's pussy. As Erica's mouth continued up Alice's leg and reached her tight pussy, Alice moaned and put her arms behind her head, arching her back slightly to allow Erica better access to her clit, and me an incredible view of her beautiful body.

Watching my beautiful wife tonguing her sister's pussy, hearing Alice's moans of pleasure, the sharp gasps of Kasey as my cock slammed into her, faster and faster, mingled with the muffled moans of Erica as Kasey expertly licked her wet cunt, all combined with the tight, slick walls of Kasey wrapped around my cock, not to mention the sheer sight of what was happening, soon brought my second orgasm of the night as I unloaded deep into Kasey's body. I held myself tall, with my cock buried into her right to the bottom of the shaft as I groaned in ecstasy. Erica came almost immediately afterwards, Kasey continuing to lap her juices as she cried out. Alice must have been close, because as Erica relaxed after the orgasm, she lowered herself further, almost demanding Erica continue, and as Erica resumed her tongue work, Alice ground herself against Erica's face, herself cumming just a few seconds later.
 

Alice collapsed to the side after she came, lying panting next to my wife. Kasey lapped a couple more times at Erica's sopping pussy, before easing herself away from my rapidly dwindling erection and also rolling to the side next to Erica. Her dress fell back down beneath her legs as she did so, and I saw my cum dripping out onto the fabric.

I merely stood for a few seconds, taking in the scene in front of me. Alice and Erica both lay with their eyes closed, their breath slowing down as they took a few seconds of rest. Kasey also lay in front of me, more to the edge of the bed, her dress still covering her top half and partway down her thighs, but her panties wrapped around her knees, where Alice had pulled them down to allow me in. My cock quickly stopped softening, but remained at half-mast after releasing two loads of seed.

A few seconds was all it took for Kasey to catch her breath. She stood beside me and smiled, her short stature causing her to look up at me. "It's time you fucked your wife again," she said, and I saw Erica smile, her eyes still closed. "Looks like I need to help you get ready again though," she continued, looking at my semi-erect cock. She reached around her back and I heard her unzip her dress, a second before she pulled the front down to expose small, but pert breasts with rock hard nipples. She kissed me hard, reaching down to stroke my shaft as she did so, and I felt rather than saw her shuffle her dress down over her hips and then let it drop to the floor, taking her thong with it. She kicked both to the side and knelt, running one hand along my quickly hardening length and fondling my testicles with the other. As I regained my erection, she licked around the head, teasing me back to full hardness before taking me in her mouth again.

Erica was watching now, and shifted herself to the bottom of the bed where I could enter her from a standing position. Seeing Erica pull herself close, Kasey released my cock from her warm mouth and guided it to Erica's moist pussy lips. Erica felt like heaven as I slowly pushed forward, my head parting her thick lips and her warmth engulfing me once more. Kasey stood and moved round to lie next to Erica as I began to slowly move backwards and forwards into her. She and Alice watched for maybe a minute as I had sex with my wife, then Kasey leaned in and kissed Erica, before moving to flick her tongue over her nipple. Erica loves having her nipples played with while we fuck, and began to moan immediately. She brought her legs up to my shoulders as she moaned in pleasure, allowing me more leverage to slide deeper inside her.

I couldn't take my eyes from Erica's, until Kasey gasped and Erica looked round, breaking our eye contact. I followed her gaze to see Alice was returning the favour Kasey had done her earlier, licking at her cousin's cum-filled pussy. Kasey's moans built fast as Alice ate her cunt, and she only distractedly sucked and licked at Erica's nipples. This was enough to push Erica over the edge though, as she soon squealed as she orgasmed against my cock, and Kasey followed suit a couple of seconds later, releasing more of her own juices and probably some of mine for Alice's tongue to clean away. I pounded hard and fast into my wife then, ramming my full length into her belly until I felt myself ejaculate the little sperm I had left into her. The orgasm wracked through me and I spasmed as I shot twice, before collapsing, gasping to the side.

All four of us lay panting for a short while, before Alice and Kasey quietly gathered their things, kissed me on the lips and wordlessly left, wrapped in towels they gathered from the bathroom.

I reached out and took Erica's hand, not knowing what to say. We lay like that for a while, before she spoke. "I wanted tonight to be the best night of your life. I had you first, and I had you last, because we are first and last to each other, now. I love you."

"I love you too," I responded. We got ourselves ready for bed, and had tired, quiet, intimate sex again before we fell asleep.

by MysteryTe for Literotica.

 I help a female classmate with a ride to school and get surprising dividends.

by senor longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

Saturday, March 25, 1961.

I worked, as usual, until one and then drove home for lunch before I mowed the lawn and raked leaves for another hour, finishing at 4:30 so I could shower and take a short nap before dinner and dressing for a “party.” I knew that was a waste of time, but I had to maintain appearances. I had told Mom I was going to a party. I thought of it as a white lie because I knew there would be a lot of really close dancing and celebrating taking place. However, I couldn’t reveal that we’d be naked at the time.

I left the house just a few minutes before eight, pulling into Beverly’s driveway just ten minutes later. I was laughing as Beverly opened the door in yet another revealing nightgown, or whatever it was she was wearing. All I knew was that my clothes hit the floor in an instant as I bent her over the couch for our first fuck of the evening. “Richard, you didn’t use a condom!”

“Not to worry; I’ll be out and into your mouth long before I’m ready to spurt.” I was true to my word on that, pulling out just minutes later and spinning Beverly around and onto her knees. She cleaned my cock of her succulent juices before sucking me dry; at least until our next time.

We were lolling around lazily a few minutes later when she asked if I recalled what she had said about who owned and managed the camp she had attended. “Sure,” I replied. “Didn’t you say that it was run by several synagogues in the area?”

“That’s right and some of them are much more liberal than mine is.”

“Okay.” I tried to sound confident as I did every day in class, but truthfully, I was confused.

“I mentioned that because while my parents will only allow me to date and eventually marry an orthodox Jew, lots of the other girls’ parents allow their daughters to date boys of any religion.”

“Okay,” I said, knowing that my uncertainty was more obvious as I said it. Mostly, I was wondering where this conversation was going.

“After all we’ve been through this weekend, I thought it might be cruel to just cut you loose without any sex on the horizon for you. Would you believe that you know a few of the other girls who were at the camp with me?”

“Yeah, that makes sense, I guess.”

“Not all of them were sexually active, but one was even more involved than I was.”

“Wow, that’s hard to believe, but I’ll take your word for it.” I still had no idea where this was going, but I already told you that I’m not very good with women.

“One of the things I love about you, Richard, is that you can be so naïve when it comes to women.”

“That’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it certainly is. So, let’s see if you can guess who I’m talking about.”

“Okay, there’s Beverly Rich, but I know she has a boyfriend so I doubt it’s her. There’s Judith, but I can’t believe it’s her, either. She always acts like she’s got a stick up her ass.” Beverly laughed like crazy, even as she agreed with me. “Sandra has a boyfriend, too, as do Wendy and Pam and Michelle. The only one I can even think of is Carol. She’s always friendly, but she doesn’t exude sex like some of the other girls in our class.”

“Yeah, some of them act like genuine sluts, but it’s just an act with most of them. I have to tell you that I’ve invited this girl to join us tonight. I want you to close your eyes and keep them closed until I tell you to open. Will you do that?”

“Okay.” This time I was more than sure that I was in for a good time tonight. I only failed to realize how good and what new sexual frontiers I would break tonight.

Beverly had me lie in the center of her double bed as she began to suck me to hardness. It wasn’t long before I felt two tongues on my organ. Just that realization was enough to push me to rock hardness in spite of just cumming a few minutes ago. Then I felt a pair of slender legs straddle my body. There were two hands on my cock, supporting it as I began to enter what seemed to be the tightest hole I could have imagined. It was lubricated, but it didn’t feel like Beverly’s cunt. Instinctively, I moved my hands up to grasp a small set of tits; much smaller than Beverly’s. Still, massaged them and twisted her nipples, hearing her groan for the first time.

I knew then who I was screwing, but I still didn’t understand the tightness until Carol leaned forward to kiss me. “Fuck me, Richard. Fuck my ass and finger my cunt. Oh, dear God, I’m going to cum so fucking hard.” Carol’s body convulsed wildly as she experienced what seemed to be a seriously major orgasm. When it comes to women, I can be a bit slow on the uptake, so it was several seconds before I processed what I had heard. Did she say “fuck my Ass?” Was that where my cock was now; buried in Carol’s tight ass?

Looking down I saw her vacant cunt and her ultra-tight sphincter wrapped tightly around my never-harder organ. Seeing how she had cum and was about to even harder again, I drove into her with increasing strength and speed. I had never even dreamed of such sexual nirvana, but here it was and I was actually part of it. Carol came again and then another two times before I literally exploded into her ass. I was exhausted and the clock only red 8:42.

I looked up at Beverly as I asked her, “Why?”

“Easy enough, Richard. You and Carol are both friends of mine and I know that anything we do will end tonight because of my parents’ beliefs. Neither of you are dating, at least not seriously, so I thought you’d like a helping hand at getting together. You’re both horny as hell and I know you’re already good friends, so I took a shot at playing matchmaker.”

What Beverly said made a lot of sense, but I needed to hear from Carol and I did as soon as my wilted cock fell from her anus. “You’re probably thinking that anal sex is really filthy.” Actually, that’s exactly what I was thinking. “It would be if I hadn’t taken two enemas before coming here tonight. I’ll do that whenever we date, assuming that we actually do, and if I can’t, then you’ll still be free to fuck my cunny, my cunt. My ass is different in that it’s not self-lubricating like my cunt is, so I’ll be sure to use plenty of lubricant whenever we date. I know that I don’t have much in the tit department, but you can play with them whenever you want. Okay, not in school, but before and after and anytime we’re dating. The same goes for my cunt.

“You see, I spent most of my time at camp with the Negro chefs. My cunt is really tight; too tight to accommodate them, so we used my ass instead and I found that I loved it. We like each other, Richard, but we’ll never be in love, so we can enjoy each other until we do find love. Is that okay with you?”

“It sure as hell is! That sounds just great to me, so I assume that we can have a date next Friday night.”

“Sure, and you can take me to and from school so you’ll at least get a blowjob every day.”

Beverly laughed as she told Carol she had already promised that.

“Okay, you can have both of us blow you and you can finger two cunts, too; maybe even fuck both of us.”

“It sounds great. I already have permission from my parents to give Beverly a ride every day because of the rapist I’ve red about in the paper. I do have one question. Where on earth did you learn to speak the way you do. I never thought I’d ever hear a woman use the word ‘cunt.’

Beverly answered first. “That’s from camp. Between the girl counselors and the Negro cooks, the language was pretty fucking raw. Words like ‘fuck’ and ‘cunt’ and ‘asshole’ were used dozens of times every day. I had to be extra careful once I returned home and I know that Carol had the same problem. Besides, you’ve never been in the girls’ room at school. The language there is really rough.” I nodded. My experiences in the boys’ room were exactly the same. I’d never heard either of my sisters say anything, but I didn’t spend twenty-four hours a day with them, either.

Beverly had brought a warm soapy washcloth to clean my cock once we had finished talking. Carol had begun kissing me and, I had to admit, she was pretty damned good at it. Soon, Beverly was sucking my cock while Carol and I made out and, after about fifteen minutes, they switched places. Fuck! Sex with two women at once was pretty damned spectacular.

We continued that way all night. I did cum six times, but each of them came at least eight, and probably more. I gave Carol a ride home and she sucked my cock all the way. Her family’s home was on the way and I had a great idea what was in store for me next Friday evening. We could always figure out what we wanted to do at school during the week.

Mom, of course, asked how the party was so I told her it wasn’t really a party, just a group of five guys and seven girls, some Coke and chips, and some snacks courtesy of Beverly’s mother. “We danced some and played Parcheesi and watched some TV, although I didn’t watch, and I did get a date for Friday night with Carol Gold.”

Is she kind of skinny with light brown hair?”

“Yeah, Mom, but in case you haven’t noticed, that pretty much describes me, too. Anyway, we were talking and found we had a lot in common so I asked her out. We’ll figure out what during the week. It’ll probably be a movie if there’s anything decent playing.”

“Maybe you’ll get lucky and there will be some horror movie in one of the theaters,” my dad said.

“Geez, Harold; you have a one-track mind. Leave him alone. He’s never had much of a social life so he’s entitled to one now. Don’t you think?” I was sure Dad did, but he also knew better than to argue with Mom. He was sure to lose, just as he did many times in the past.

I spent Sunday doing chores around the house and out in the yard, returning to school Monday morning. I picked up Carol at her home on the way and she couldn’t wait to suck on my cock. She was still sucking when I stopped to pick up Beverly. Carol made room for Beverly once we were out of sight of her home and the two of them licked and sucked me until I was ready. Then, they swapped off; alternating swallowing a mouthful of hot slick semen; until I was empty. They licked me clean and gently returned my tired cock to my khaki’s, just as I drove onto the school lot.

The week went by quickly and before I knew it, I was picking up Carol for our date on Friday night. We’d decided on a movie, thinking that we could fuck all night. I’d found a great parking spot only about half a mile away and was looking forward to sticking my hard cock up her ass. The movie was described as a romantic adventure story, but it was more romantic than anything else. I didn’t care. I was busy making out with Carol with my hand on her naked tit the entire time. We were seated in the last row of the balcony and my hand was hidden by her jacket. Her hand was inside my slacks, stroking my cock and preparing for my blowjob once we had left the theater.

That’s the way it went for the rest of the school year. The cops never did catch the rapist so I continued to give Carol and Beverly rides to school right up until graduation. I met Beverly’s mother one morning and she wanted to pay for the gas I was using to drive Beverly to and from school. I politely refused, explaining that taking care of my classmate was something my parents expected of me and that they would be furious if I accepted any kind of reward for doing so. Beverly’s mom smiled and thanked me, but we both wondered what she’d say if she knew how Beverly was actually rewarding my efforts.

I did get lots of blowjobs from Beverly, either individually, or in tandem with Carol, but we never fucked again. Carol was happy to pick up the slack, giving me her cunt and her ass on a regular basis. I always fucked her ass on Saturday nights and her cunt on Fridays. I also got her two or three times a week on the way home from school once we had found a safe spot that was shielded from spying eyes by about twenty feet of high brush. We usually did it on the car hood once the weather was warmer in April, May, and June.

Eight Years Later.

Unfortunately, Carol had left the state to attend college in Illinois while I went to study in Massachusetts. We still got together during breaks and in the summer. We knew we would never become serious romantically; we only enjoyed fucking each other. We rarely saw Beverly during that time and the only contact I had was the occasional phone call; just enough to keep in touch with a classmate and friend, but not enough to make her parents suspicious. Unlike Carol and me who had gone out of state to college. Beverly’s overbearing parents had kept her at home. She was engaged to a rabbi’s son as soon as she had graduated from Yeshiva University, which I knew was someplace in Manhattan, in New York City. I hoped at the time that she’d be happy, but for some reason, I doubted it.

That proved true when I red in the legal ads that Beverly and her husband divorced after four years. I knew that Carol had married. She had become a lawyer and her husband was a local justice who later was appointed to one of the state courts.

I had studied business administration with an emphasis on accounting, taking an entry-level position with one of the major financial services firms, working my way up the corporate ladder slowly but surely. I had gained a reputation as a straight shooter, always being honest and telling the truth, even when the truth reflected poorly on me. It was that attitude that caught the attention of one of the firm’s three principals. I suddenly found myself earning more than most of those hired at the same time as me, or even a year or two before me. I was given more responsibility and the opportunity to lead groups of accountants on jobs that required more and more responsibility.

It was through my relationship with this man that I was invited to the Christmas party at his house during my fourth year on the job. We’d had a party for the employees two weeks earlier, but this was more for his friends and family. I was tempted to pass, but Bradley insisted, telling me that he’d be really pissed if I didn’t show up.

I had gained a lot of weight since graduating high school so I was now six feet four inches tall and weighed a firm two hundred pounds. I worked out several times a week and ate sensibly. Dressed in a navy blue blazer and grey flannel slacks with cordovan loafers, I felt I would be appropriately dressed. Well, I hoped I’d be appropriate. I checked my tie at the door before knocking.

I had no idea what to expect and I had thought several times during the week that I had been invited to serve as bartender. Instead, I was greeted by Bradley and introduced to his wife who insisted that I call her Denise. She took me by the arm, leading me, I thought, to the bar. I learned then the real reason why I was invited; their daughter, Sandra. She was a year younger than me and had studied nursing. Many of my friends as an undergrad tended to think of nursing students as stupid, horny, and easy women, but I knew better. My mom was an RN and she had told us how arduous the course of study had been. Sandra was a tall good-looking woman with a slender athletic body. Overall, at least an eight on a scale of ten, was my initial assessment.

“Richard, this is my daughter, Sandra. Sandra, will you please show him around while I play hostess for a while?”

We stood there for a few minutes, just looking into each other’s eyes until Sandra spoke with a chuckle. “Do you have the feeling that we’ve been set up? I’m related to them and even I’m embarrassed.”

“Um, I did have that thought a few times, especially when your dad threatened to fire me if I didn’t show up.”

“Oh no, he didn’t do that, did he?”

“Actually, he didn’t come out and say it, but it was kind of implied. So, if I’ve been set up, I might as well take advantage of the situation and get to know you. That’ll probably satisfy your parents, and who knows? So, tell me, what you do?” And then she did, following up by asking me about my work.

She replied once my story was done, “You know, I always thought that accounting was boring, but you make it seem fascinating.”

“Well, like any other job there are parts that actually are as boring as hell. Then there are some jobs where you actually look forward to the boring work because the people you have to work with on the account are obnoxious. And some are even worse.”

Sandra smiled as we were offered some boiled shrimp and cocktail sauce by a waitress. Then she reacted to what I had said. “I’m sure you’re just making that up.”

“Yeah, I wish! What do you tell someone who questions your effort on their investments when they’ve returned 7% and the overall market has returned 2 point 5? The fact that you are a lady and my boss’s daughter, prevents me from being totally honest.”

“That’s not what Daddy has told me about you. He says you’re always honest.”

“I try to be, but some clients don’t really want to hear the truth. They don’t want to hear that their investment strategies have been idiotic or even dangerous, so I do try to tamp it down quite a bit. However, I refuse to take responsibility for their stupid decisions, so I do occasionally have to remind them that they did this or that against my advice, and now they’re suffering the consequences of their own stupidity. That’s also why I keep excellent records of conversations and meetings.”

Sandra took my arm then and led me to the bar. She had a gin and tonic; I had a Coke. “Don’t you drink?”

“Sure, but not at an occasion like this. If I was out with friends, no problem, but I’m not taking a chance on embarrassing myself or my hosts by getting even a little tipsy.”

Sandra stood silently and looked at me before leading me away from the crowd to a deserted and chilly patio. She took my drink and put both onto a table before grabbing my head and pulling it down for a long and passionate kiss with lots of tongue from both of us.

“Um, am I going to hear about this on Monday morning, if not sooner?”

Sandra laughed for almost a minute before replying, “Not if you ask me out for next Friday and Saturday evenings.” Then she added, " I knew there was a good reason why I wore heels tonight. This way I won't have to reach up too far for our next kiss." She proved that a few seconds later with an even more passionate kiss that went on and on, not that either of us was complaining.

Now it was my turn to laugh. “I like a woman who’s direct. Think you’d like to see My Fair Lady? I know it’s been around for a couple of years, but it’s still next to impossible to get tickets. I’d take you to dinner first. If we do that on Friday, we can discuss what we want to do on Saturday.”

“How are you going to get tickets on such short notice?”

“The producer is one of our clients and he’s offered them to me several times. I can send him a text right now if you like.” I did and sure enough I was promised row eight center tickets fifteen minutes later. That was the start of my relationship with Sandra, who became Sandy long before she was introduced to my family on Christmas Eve, just two weeks later. We spent New Year’s Eve at dinner before dancing extremely closely and retiring to my townhouse for the evening. That was our first time making love, and that’s exactly what it was. Surprisingly, I never heard a word from her father. I did hear from him and my future mother-in-law four months later when Sandy phoned to tell them that she was engaged.

She and I were making up the guest list to our wedding and reception when she told me that we must absolutely invite Beverly. “I need to thank her for helping to give you the wonderful sexual skills you have today. No man has ever made me feel the way you do. Of course, my love for you has a lot to do with it, but,” I put Beverly’s name and her parents’ address on the list that was swollen to more than three hundred by the time it was finished. The Grand Ballroom at the Waldorf Astoria was rented and no expense was spared for the only child of my boss and his wife. By then I was a junior partner in the firm.

I rewarded my in-laws for their love and confidence in me by working extra hard. In turn, Sandy rewarded me by working me extra hard every night, usually several times, even after we had confirmed her four pregnancies.

Beverly did attend our wedding and the reception with her Lutheran boyfriend. She and Sandy talked for almost half an hour and; yes; my ears were burning. I knew they were talking about me and I didn’t care even a little. Beverly had been instrumental in making my teenage sex life successful, breaking me out of my shell and helping me to acquire the skills and confidence that would ensure that my wife would be mine forever.

by senor longo.

I help a female classmate with a ride to school and get surprising dividends.

by senor longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

Thursday, March 23, 1961.

It was the days of doo-wop diners and drive-in movies. Poodle skirts and saddle shoes.

My mom was having one of those “oops” babies; one of those pregnancies that come totally unplanned, which this definitely was. I’m Richard, 18 and a high school senior, and because Mom had to spend the next four months in bed, I was able to drive her car to school rather than take the school bus. After reaching the school and realizing that I was early I drove through some of the parallel streets behind it, looking for friends who were “walkers” who might want a ride.

That’s how I ran into Beverly; not literally, of course. She was walking one Thursday morning in late March as she always did when I approached, asking if she’d like a ride. Like me, Beverly was a senior, but we were polar opposites.

I was tall and thin; actually skinny; well over six feet with a protruding Adam’s apple that gave me a nickname ever since we had red the Washington Irving story, “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow,” way back in ninth grade English. Ever since then I’d had been called “Ichabod” due to my resemblance to the Disney character we had also seen on TV.

In contrast, Beverly was short; barely five feet; and to be kind, I’d call her buxom. We were friendly acquaintances as were most of us in the senior class, but hardly close personal friends.

Beverly accepted my offer of a ride, which was no surprise, but once in the car, she slid across the front seat of Mom’s ’58 Ford until she was practically in my lap. That was not only a surprise; it was actually shocking, but what would I do about it? It was chancy, I knew. There would be one of three results. I was pretty sure that she’d let me kiss her, but what would she do when I put her hand on my cock? First, she might just stroke it, and; if she did; I’d have it out and into her hand in a flash. Second, she could just pull her hand away. Finally, she could just haul off and slap me. I was praying for number one, obviously.

I pulled over after about a quarter mile where I could tell that there was nobody to be seen, ahead or behind us, and on neither side, too. Once the engine was off, I leaned down and gave her a kiss. Her response was better than I had hoped. Her mouth opened and her tongue was pushed into mine in a flash. I wasted no time getting to the moment of truth. I had pulled my cock up so there was room for it to expand and harden. Using my left hand, I took her right and placed it on my organ. Yes! She began to stroke it firmly as she pressed her lips into mine forcefully and her tongue became even more active.

My hands were busy with her blouse’s buttons and soon I had her bra pushed up over her fleshy mounds. My hands massaged them as my fingers pinched and tweaked her nipples. Meanwhile, Beverly continued to rub my cock through my slacks. I stopped the massage momentarily so I could open my belt and slacks. Beverly’s hands dug immediately into my briefs, pulling my cock and balls out and tucking the elastic band under my large swollen testicles.

Now Beverly attacked my organ with surprising strength and energy. Her hands were moving swiftly as I began to feel it. “Beverly, if you keep that up, I’m going to make a terrific mess. I’m gonna cum all over the place.” I thought she might stop, but she continued as she quickly removed her lips from mine, wrapping them tightly around my glans, and just in time, because I blew mere seconds later. Beverly eagerly swallowed all of it; well, most of it, anyway. There were several drops on her cheeks and chin.

Beverly was licking her lips when I grabbed my cock, pulling it with my tightly wrapped fist as I told Beverly, ”There’s a bit more here, if you’re interested.” Not surprisingly, she was. Every time I pulled a droplet from my hole, she was there to lick it, savoring the taste and texture in her mouth and on her tongue. Finally, I was done, so I wrapped myself up and returned to kissing her and tweaking her nipples.

Once she was warmed up physically, I lifted her skirt and drove my fingers under her panties and into her cunt. “Oh, God, Richard. Do it! Fuck me with your fingers. That’s it. Use another finger in me, please! Make me cum! Please! Make me cum!”

Now I had two fingers in her and she was dripping wet. Any more, and her skirt would be ruined. Suddenly, she arched her back and her body rose from the seat. Her hands gripped my head as she kissed me frantically, her tongue driving deeply into my mouth, as she came with incredible force. Some thirty seconds later, she came to rest. Checking her watch, she told me, “I have just enough time to go home and change if you’ll take me. Don’t worry. My parents are away for a long weekend. Maybe you’d like to come by tonight and fuck me.”

I started the car and turned around, following her directions to her house. She ran in, stripping out of her skirt as she ran. Less than five minutes later she was back in the car and we were on our way to school. “You probably think I’m an incredible slut.” I was just about to say “no” when she continued. “All I think about is sex. Fucking and sucking, over and over, is all I want to do. I don’t care if you just use me for sex. That’s what I want. I know we’ll never date seriously. My parents will only allow me to date someone who is an Orthodox Jew, just like us. But I don’t care if it’s just this weekend. I want your cock, and I want it badly. Can you take me home after school today? I have two condoms, but we’ll need more, lots more, if you want to do it tomorrow and Saturday.” What the hell! That sounded just fine to me.

An entire weekend of unbridled sex! What an incredible find for a socially inept guy like myself. I’d never know the reason, but while I was always confident and outspoken in class, I was usually totally tongue-tied when it came to girls, or young women, whatever you might want to call them. I knew from locker room talk that several of my friends were sexually active. I wasn’t so naïve that I believed all of the talk, but several of my classmates had some of the finest looking and hottest girls as their long-term girlfriends. They were all confident athletes, and, unlike the “big talkers” they rarely talked about their relationships with their girlfriends. I also knew that two brothers; no longer students; had married their girlfriends after knocking them up. They had all dropped out of school, a powerful statement about the depth of their stupidity.

I told Beverly that I’d have to check with my mom; if she needed me to run any errands for her. If not, I’d be in her bed in a heartbeat. We parted once I had parked in the high school lot, heading for our lockers until lunch when all of the seniors would meet to eat and chat. I had often sat with girls as well as my guy friends, so nobody would be surprised to find Beverly and me at the same table. We were joined by two girls and one male; all top-drawer students like me. Oddly, all three girls were Jewish while the other male and I were Christians.

Our table talk dealt mostly with academic issues; the upcoming Advanced Placement exams in English, Calculus, French, and Physics as well as the state exams in Physics and Advanced Algebra, which Beverly and one of the other girls were taking. Also, on our minds, was the Senior Prom, which was just two months away, for which I still didn’t have a date. We all rose to leave, but Beverly and I lingered behind the others for a few seconds. “I phoned my mom and she doesn’t need me at home so I told her I was going over to a friend’s house to review some calculus issues. She just told me to be home by 5:30 so we’ll have at least an hour and a half.”

“That’s great,” she whispered. I’ll bet I can get you to cum at least twice and at least that many for me. I’ll meet you at your car. Okay?” I agreed and, once I was sure we were the last to leave I pushed my hand up the back of her skirt and my fingers into her cunt. I fucked her with them for about thirty seconds until she shook as the spasms of a powerful orgasm ripped through her body. The timing was perfect as the cafeteria workers were coming to clean and sanitize the tables and chairs. The custodians would then place the chairs on the tables so they could clean and mop the large floor. As seniors, we had the final lunch period all to ourselves.

I had a hard time concentrating on my afternoon classes, except Advanced French which usually required all of my attention. I had a big advantage over my fellow students, though. One of my neighbor’s mother and grandmother were born in France as was his step-father who had actually fought for the French Resistance during World War 2. He didn’t like to talk about it very often and I had often thought that was understandable. What kind of person would want to brag about killing, even in a major war?

I had gone to my friend’s house when he had moved in while we were both in fourth grade and recognized immediately that his parents were French. He attended a nearby parochial school at the time and since ninth grade he’d been at a regional Catholic high school even though he openly admitted that he was no great student. “I think they’re only interested in my parents’ money.” That was how he explained it. I could understand. His mom had a top-level job for a big French designer, supposedly a major force in creating high-end women’s clothing. At least, that’s what my mother and sisters had told me. His step-dad was an engineer; the kind who made roads and bridges.

I had spoken French; real French; not like what I heard every day in class, with his mother and grandmother, improving my pronunciation, grammar, and accent. Surprisingly, and I’m sure to his mother’s embarrassment, Mike had failed French 1 three consecutive years and couldn’t speak it worth a damn. Many times, his Nana had suggested that I was really her grandson and that we had been switched at birth. I laughed at that because Mike was born locally while I was born in New Jersey. We lived now in Westchester County, just north of New York City.

The afternoon dragged, exactly as I had expected, but eventually the final bell did sound and all of us hustled out of school. I did see my sister who was a sophomore and told her that I was going to visit a classmate and would be home in time for dinner. I did this fairly often, so it was hardly a big deal, although this afternoon definitely would be a big deal; hopefully, an extremely big deal.

As planned, Beverly met me at my car and, once I had opened the driver’s side door, she slid across, but only far enough for me to sit and close the door. She had my cock out and into her mouth before we were even off the school grounds. A few minutes later, as we approached her home, I asked if it was safe to park in her driveway. “Sure, none of our neighbors get home from work until well after five. It’ll be dark by then.” Hell, if it was okay with her, it was fine by me. It wasn’t my parents who would be bitching about a non-Jew visiting their daughter.

Beverly had me as hard as a rock before I had even turned onto her block and she reluctantly pushed me back into my slacks so we could walk the short distance to her house. Once inside, we shed our clothes and I followed her at the run to her room where she pulled two condom packets from her drawer. She pulled me onto her bed as she opened one of the packets with her teeth before rolling it carefully down my hard, pulsing organ.

Once it was in place, she climbed onto my body and slowly lowered herself onto my cock, sighing as her cunt was stretched and filled with my meat. Until this very second, I had been a virgin and I couldn’t believe my luck. Neither of us would win any medals for beauty or sexiness. Her small tits bounced with my every thrust, as did her belly and ass, but I didn’t care; not then and definitely not over the next few days. I’d have plenty of time to reflect on all of it once her parents returned from their trip.

Beverly rode me hard for several minutes, begging me to pinch and twist her clit. Thank God for the Letters section of Playboy or I would have had no idea what she was talking about. Instead, I pulled and twisted her tender tissue until she screamed that she wanted me to use my nails on her. I did and she came; apparently quite hard and a second or two later, so did I. I’d actually lasted somewhat longer than anticipated. I owed Beverly for that, too. My orgasm this morning had taken the edge off and given me a bit more staying power.

We lay next to each other, our arms and legs intertwined as we returned to normal. Beverly was kissing me as she removed the gooey filled condom. She had just wrapped it into a Kleenex when I asked, “So, where’d you get this experience? How did you become addicted to fucking and sucking and cum?”

“You won’t believe me when I tell you. It was sleep-away camp in the boonies of New Hampshire. I’ve always gone to this camp run by several synagogues in this area. Two summers ago, when I was just seventeen, I worked as a counselor-in-training and this past summer I was a regular counselor. There wasn’t much to do at night so we explored each other. I turned eighteen last June, just before school was out. When I was seventeen, we talked about sex a lot, but never really did anything. Last summer though, I went wild. I must have sucked and fucked every counselor, and the three male cooks, too. They were all negroes and very well endowed. I could barely even walk the next morning. The cooks also taught me to suck cock and deep-throat. I love doing that. It’s hard to believe that a totally conservative religion would turn out a total whore like me.”

“I think that any boyfriend you have and your eventual husband will be an extremely happy and satisfied man.” Beverly smiled, then took me deeply into her mouth. I thought she said, “I hope so,” but it’s hard to understand what someone is saying while their mouth is full of cock.

We rested for a while then went at it again, this time in what she called “doggie.” Once I was lined up behind her, I understood fully the origins of the term. I especially enjoyed my freedom of movement and my ability to grab her flopping tits and twist her needy clit. I especially liked the way Beverly shook and screamed when she came in this position, and that was often. The first time I heard her I was terrified that I had hurt her in some way. However, I was totally inexperienced then. I was gaining experience at warp speed now thanks to Beverly.

We were lying on her bed, recovering from our second session in the past hour when Beverly asked me an important question. “Richard, will you tell all of your friends about me when you get back to school tomorrow?”

“No, Beverly. I’ll remember this weekend for my entire life and I’ll treasure what we have done, but what we do will remain between the two of us. Truthfully, I doubt that anyone would believe me, anyway. I know that we will be limited to just this weekend. But I wish I could find another woman even close to you.”

“You know, sometimes wishes can come true. You do know that, don’t you?

“Sure, and then there’s Santa and his elves and Rudolph and the other reindeer; or is it reindeers? I never get that one right.”

“Richard, you know I’m Jewish. We don’t believe in Christmas, well, not in the religious part. The gift giving part, well, that’s another story.”

“Don’t you do that over Chanukah?”

“Yeah, but that’s a really minor religious holiday and, contrary to popular belief, we don’t get presents on all eight nights. At most, it’s the first and last, and I doubt we get any more than you get for Christmas.”

“I knew that already. I do have some close Jewish friends, you know. Ricky and Alan, Larry, and Richie; and those are just the guys.”

“I know, they’re in school with us, and; speaking of school; I think I have my hand on my favorite student. He’s becoming bigger and harder every time I stroke him. Soon, I think, he’ll get his reward and I’ll get mine, too. Yum!”

“You know, Beverly, you’re really funny.”

“Oh no, Richard; there’s nothing I take more seriously than a mouthful of semen. I just love the taste and the texture as it slides down my mouth and over my tongue. Even when I scoop it out of my cunt. Don’t get me wrong. I liv for the orgasms, but there’s nothing that compares to the taste. The best thing about taking it in my cunt is that first I get to cum and then I get to relive it all over again when I dip my fingers in and lick them off. It’s like reliving the entire experience. Know what I mean?”

“I don’t, honestly, but I think I can understand how you feel because it’s really special for me, too. I mean, I’ve jerked off plenty of times and I do love it, but cumming in you; your mouth or your cunt; is the best feeling I’ve ever had. I love it and I’d never tire of it. Too bad it has to end Saturday night.”

“I’ve been thinking about that, Richard. I’ll bet we can get together after school once or twice a week, if only we can find a place, like a dead-end street or some road with no houses or traffic.”

“Hmm, maybe, but it can’t be too long. I think your mom will get suspicious, or mine, although, ”

“Damn! You’re probably right, but we can still try. And speaking of trying.” And with that, my now hard cock slid into the depths of her mouth. Only the fact that I had cum less than an hour earlier prevented me from erupting like Vesuvius into her mouth and down her throat. Instead, she sucked me and sucked me. The sensations of her tongue and the roof of her mouth on my organ made me weak in my knees. I was lucky to be lying down or I surely would have fallen as blood rushed from my head into my cock.

She shifted position without warning and moved her cunt over my rod so she could slowly slide down. In that moment I could really see the appeal, the euphoria she experienced when my hard man-meat stretched out the muscles in her cunt. I realized the extent of her sheer joy when I heard and saw her sigh in her rapture. Beverly’s eyes were closed, but her mouth formed a perfect “O” as she first inhaled and then slowly exhaled. It was clear that she truly loved what she was doing. I thought it was pretty fucking amazing, too.

Beverly obviously had a lot more experience than I did. Her motions alone proved that all too clearly. I doubted that she’d had much recently unless she was actively fucking guys from her synagogue, which I doubted because one of them would probably be here instead of me. That would mean that she had fucked and sucked and drank gallons of semen during our two-month summer vacation. How many times could she fuck during those sixty-one days? Sixty? Ninety? A hundred and twenty? Damn! Whatever, it was a shitload of sex! I doubted that even newlyweds had that much. One of them, at least, had to go to work and I knew from personal experience that the male partner had some physical limitations to deal with.

Beverly had rocked on my cock for almost ten minutes when her back arched and she screamed at the top of her lungs. It was good timing, because I had been ready to pop for a couple of minutes and I doubted that I could hold back for even another second.

She was off me in a flash as her fingers plunged into her cunt, scooping out as much of my crème as possible and plunging her creamy fingers into her hungry mouth. When she had finished with that, she took me into her mouth, not only cleaning my cock, but sucking as much as humanly possible from my wilting organ. When I checked the time, I saw it was already after five. I ran to her bathroom, grabbed a washcloth, and washed down my face and genital area until they were clean and free of the telltale odor of sex. I dressed hurriedly, kissed Beverly good-bye and bolted out the door, knowing that Beverly would have those hungry lips around my cock again tomorrow morning. I got home just before 5:30, just in time to help my sisters prepare the evening’s dinner; pork chops. I chuckled at the irony of eating pork after sex with a woman who had likely never tasted the stuff.

Friday, March 24, 1961.

I drove into Beverly’s driveway at 7:43 in the morning, giving us plenty of time before our 8:40 start time. I thought that we would have at least forty minutes for our fun and games before school would open so we could get to our lockers prior to homeroom.

Beverly bounded out the door and down the steps just seconds later. She wasn’t in the car even thirty seconds when she had my cock out, and in her mouth, licking and sucking as I sat stock still as my body experienced the closest thing to heaven I could possibly imagine. The sensations I experienced were incredible and it was obvious to me that Beverly was enjoying it every bit as much as I did. That was proved wrong when my cock exploded in her mouth and I could see the rapture in her eyes and face as she sucked down every single drop my balls produced. She smiled as she licked her lips. “Delicious, breakfast of champions; that’s the way to start the day.”

I laughed in response, then got serious. “What do you want to do tonight? Do you want a movie or bowling, or what?”

“None of the above, Richard. I want to spend the entire time balling. That’s a slang term for fucking, in case you didn’t know, although we can spend some of our time with your cock in my mouth, if you want.”

“Okay, I’ll leave the agenda up to you. Oh, I have to take my sister to the supermarket this afternoon so I can’t give you a ride home.”

“That’s okay, I’ve walked it plenty of times and we’ll make up for it tonight, won’t we?”

“I certainly hope so,” I replied, a huge smile on my face.

As big as that smile had been, it was nothing compared to the smile I had when Beverly opened her door that evening. I had two sisters, but to my knowledge they’d never worn anything like what Beverly was wearing. First of all, it was sheer; so sheer that I could see right through it. Her tits, nipples, navel, and cunt were clearly visible through the gauzy black fabric. On her feet she wore high-heeled slippers. Once she had closed and locked the door, she moved into my arms for a searing kiss, tongue moving deeply into my throat as she led my hand into her already dripping-wet cunt.

Breaking the kiss, she moved back and looked up. “I hope you remembered to buy the condoms, lots and lots of condoms.”

“Think a dozen will be enough,” I asked as my unoccupied hand dipped into my jacket pocket. Beverly laughed as she put the jacket onto the back of a chair before taking my hand and leading me, once again, to her bedroom. She started to disrobe me on the way so all I had on by the time we walked into the room were my socks. They were off seconds later.

I was a bit shocked when the phone rang. I knew that Beverly’s family was well off so I wasn’t shocked that she had a phone in her room. “Be still and quiet. It’s my parents, I’m sure.” She picked up the phone saying, “Hello.” A few seconds later she said, “Hi, Mom. How is the conference? Oh! Too bad. Yeah, I’m in bed reading some of my English assignment. It’s one of Shakespeare’s sonnets. Yes, it is boring. That’s why I’m in bed. If I get tired, I’ll just fall asleep and wake up tomorrow morning. Yes, everything is fine. One of my classmates found me while I was walking to school yesterday drove me and volunteered to drive me again this morning.” Then, after waiting a few seconds again, “Yes, I think you know him, Richard Kelly, the boy the kids all call, ‘Ichabod’ because he resembles the Disney character. No, he’s not insulted by the nickname. He thinks it’s funny. Honest! I think he told me that his mother was expecting so he gets to take her car to school. Yes, I know he has one sister in tenth and I think there’s another younger one.”

Beverly was silent for several minutes so I assumed that her mother was speaking. That was confirmed when Beverly finally spoke again. “Okay, Mom, I’ll expect you and Daddy sometime Sunday afternoon. Should I put something on to cook? Great, Chinese it is. I’ll have the table set and ice cubes ready for soda to drink.” Then after another pause, “Yes, Mom, the house is all locked up and I have Mrs. Nathan’s number right here in case of an emergency. Okay, I miss you, too. Bye.

“Thank God that’s done. My parents are jewelers and several times a year they go to sales conventions where there are lots of displays and even more lectures on how to market jewelry. I’m sure it’s even more boring than it sounds.” Then she took my cock in hand and the evening’s festivities began.

I was expecting a marathon, but it was even more than I could have imagined. Beverly sucked me twice, swallowing everything I could give her, then she fucked me, dipping her fingers into her cunt so she could swallow even more. I thought she was done when she began to ride me in what she told me was reverse cowgirl. It was far from my favorite because I couldn’t see anything that interested me, nor could I easily reach up and worry her tits and nipples. However, she seemed to like it and after the evening I’d had, I could afford a little generosity.

We finished that bout around 10:30 and I relaxed on her pillow with Beverly lying on my body while she idly played with my cock. “You know what, Richard? I think I’m in love with your cock.”

I had to laugh. “I think you’d be in love with any cock that could produce enough semen for you.”

“There’s some truth to that, but yours is just the right length and the perfect width for me. I just love the way you stretch me out when you enter me. A smaller and thinner one just doesn’t do it for me and I’ve had quite a few like that. Everyone thinks that bigger is always better, but a cock that’s too long will bang into my cervix on every stroke and that hurts like you wouldn’t believe. Same with too thick; I’ve had a few like that, too. They feel good while we’re fucking, but the next day I’m so sore that I can barely walk. Yours stretches me out and I know I’ve been fucked the next day, but I’m not in serious pain; just a little discomfort, which actually feels good. My cunt was just a little sore this morning and tomorrow it will be even more, but that just makes me want more. Think we can make a plaster cast of this?”

“Talk about uncomfortable! Ouch! Say, think I could grab a quick shower before I leave tonight? I have to work tomorrow morning.”

“Sure, but I’m not finished with you yet. I’m betting you have one more load in you tonight.” I groaned, but down deep I was thrilled to be so strongly and sexually desired. I lay with my head on her pillow, allowing Beverly to do all of the work. I wasn’t surprised to take more than fifteen minutes to get hard enough to allow us to have a really good fuck, and that was exactly what we had. She rode me cowgirl, ramming her clit into my abdominals, for almost twenty minutes before I felt the rumbling. She had already cum three more times so she hopped off and spun around, bringing her mouth to my gooey cock. It went deep into her mouth just before I dribbled into her mouth and throat. I’d love to say that I erupted, but after tonight’s marathon I felt I was lucky to dribble. There was a little semen that Beverly savored, rolling it over her tongue, swishing it back and forth in her mouth until she finally swallowed. “Okay, you can use the shower next door on the left.”

“Sure, if I can actually walk that far. I think you’ve destroyed me.” She laughed and lightly slapped my ass as I struggled out of the room. The shower was quick, just a quick rinse to get the odor of sex off my body. Ten minutes later I was drying off when Beverly walked in carrying my clothes and shoes. I dressed in another five and kissed her good-bye, locking the door behind me when I left.

I walked quietly into my home at 12:15 and I was in bed and asleep less than five minutes later. Beverly had done a great job of wearing me out. All the same, I was up at eight and eating breakfast with my family by 8:15. “How was the bowling, Richard? You got in pretty late, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, Mom; for some reason the lanes were very crowded. We had to wait for almost two hours for just one lane. Having five guys on one lane makes for very slow bowling. We only had time for two games, instead of our usual three. Tony finally called it quits. He has to go to work with his dad’s construction company this morning. I think he had to be on the job at eight.”

“Well, it’s nice you have such good friends.”

“Yeah, unfortunately all of that will change in a few months.”

“That’s progress, dear. We all grow older and meet new and different friends, although I still have a few from high school. Then again, I’ve lived in the same area for all of my life. You’ll be going away to college, but I’m sure you’ll make new friends. Anything on tap for tonight.”

“Yeah, Mom. I don’t know if you’ve ever met Beverly Vincman. I ran into her Thursday, I think, and offered her a ride to school and home again. I’m sure you red about the rapist in the area in the newspaper. I’d feel terrible if I could have given her a ride, but didn’t and something happened to her. I told her I’d give her a ride both ways until the guy is caught.”

“That’s very sweet of you. I’m glad you’re so considerate.”

“Yeah, well, she invited me to a party with a small group of her friends tonight. I’ll be sure to be home by twelve.”

“I think you can make it one if you promise not to have anything to drink, and no kidding around with that horrible sense of humor you have.”

I gave her a look that showed just how offended I was. “Moi?” I hadn’t taken six years of French for nothing.

Mom laughed and then told me, “Yes, you! And none of your fancy foreign languages. You know I took mostly sciences in high school and there’s not much call for an RN to speak French around here. Now finish your breakfast and get your ass to work!” I was supposed to be there by nine and I was four minutes early.

To be continued, by senor longo.

Sexuality and Sanctity Collide: 2 stories of church girls discovering their passion.

From posts by Cassper and neocontrolsthesystem. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

David and Eve.Love and lust caged by religion finally finds a way.

By Cassper

David is 19 and Eve is 18, both raised by devout Christian parents.

It was a beautiful Saturday evening, David had just finished helping his Dad in church and now he was home watching some television.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, he went to check who it was.

"Hey David," the girl at the other side of the door said with a smile.

"Hey Eve, what's up?" He asked stepping away from the door way. "Come in."

"Is your mum home? My mum said to give her a message," she said as she walked in.

David's eyes darted toward the bump at the back of her dress, even in this large dress her ass couldn't be hidden.

He'd know her since they were kids, they used to be inseparable but over time they grew up and things changed a bit. His feelings of love had matured into lust, he knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help thinking this way of her.

"Oh God," he thought.

"I'll let her know you're here, make yourself comfortable," he said darting off to find his mum.

"Mum!"

A few minutes later David's mum and Eve were talking and David was sitting there pissed cause now he couldn't continue watching television, he had to wait.

In a short while they were done and Eve was ready to leave.

"Eve, say hi to your parents for me."

"Yes Mrs. Wilson.

"David, did you know that there's a youth retreat coming up pretty soon? It’s gonna be fun, are you coming?" Eve blurted out loud.

"Youth retreat, you say?" David's mum cut in.

"Yes, organized by the church for people between 18 to 22, He'll get to meet lots of people our age there." Eve answered with a smile across her face.

"Yeah, I was gonna tell you about that." He lied, Eve had tried to get him to go before now but failed.

"Really?" She asked David.

"He'll go, I've been trying to find a way to get him to make new friends, all he does is sit at home all day watching TV. I think this might be good for you him." David's mum said turning to Eve.

"Okay, I'll let the Deacon in charge know that he'll be coming along," Eve said.

David just stood there as his fate was decided, he knew he couldn't talk his way out of this one. Once it involved the church, his mum was all for it.

"Alright, bye dear." David's mum said as she went back inside.

"Guess I'll be seeing you," Eve said to David grinning from ear to ear.

"Yeah, no thanks to you."

She laughed, "it's not so bad, you'll have me to keep you company." She said giving him a tight hug before he walked her out the door.

Oh how he wanna to grab his ass, he'd only touched it in his imaginations. Their parents had made efforts to separate them as they grew so they wouldn't "fall into temptation", but David was already knee deep and sinking.

Eve had always been like this, playful and fun to be around, most especially with him. He thought there was more to it but a part of him dismissed it as a result of the fact that they had been friends since they were kids, but a part of him wanted that to be a lie.

David's mum was really happy, she'd lied when she said she wanted David to make new friends, in truth she wanted some alone time with her husband. She hadn't had an orgasm in forever and her body was aching for a hard, loud, sweating sex session with her husband. David would be in the way of that and he had to go.

A couple of days later David was sitting by a bonfire, listening to the words of the song "Amazing Grace" being sang by some kids, accompanied by two guitars. He loved how they sounded, he closed his eyes for a second then felt someone grab his arm and rest their head on it.

The person sighed, "Beautiful, isn't it?" It was Eve.

"I guess. Why don't you join them, you could teach them a thing or two." He said as he turned to look at her.

"Is that flattery I hear? You've always been better than me," she squeezed his arms tighter.

"I doubt that, I've always admired how you sing, it's like hearing the voice of Angels."

She laughed at his flattery, "so is that all?"

"All what?" He asked.

"Is that all you like about me. Am I just a voice or, ?" She replied inquisitively.

David paused, he didn't want to mess this up. He thought for a second.

"I think you're beautiful, smart, a pain in the ass, " they both laughed.

"The most kind hearted person I've met so far. A go-getter, you really don't know when to give up, the fact that I'm here is proof of that."

"True," she smiled.

"And that is just a few of many of the reasons why I like you, so no your voice is not the only thing." He concluded.

"Maybe I over did it with the ending," he thought.

"Come here," she said as she pulled his arm, dragging him away from the bone fire.

"To where?" He asked not resisting her.

She stopped, looked him in the eye. "To get what I want."

Eve took David to a room in the area where the Deacons normally lodged.

"How did you, ?"

"Being the daughter of a Pastor has its perks." She interrupted.

She locked the door, then walked slowly to him and placed her hands on his shoulders.

He went for her lips, they held on to his, he couldn't believe this was happening this fast, God knows he'd fantasized about this forever.

His hands ran down the small of her back toward her protruding back side. He had never felt anything so soft, he squeezed on them and her tongue crept into his mouth and met his.

She kissed him passionately, her hands firmly on his neck, his hands perusing the entirety of her ass.

She broke from the kiss as she moaned, breathing in hard. He watched her as he savored the sweet aftertaste of her cherry pink lips.

She went for his neck kissing at his jugular region, he loved it.

"David I want you, do you want me?"

"Do you have to ask? Yes, hell yes. Since forever."

She reached for his shirt and pulled it off and did the same for herself. Her boobs were not that big but beautiful none the less, at least he thought so. What she lacked in boobs she made up for in ass, succulent, sumptuous ass.

She took of her bra and pushed him to the bed, she straddled him on the bed and resumed kissing him. David was feeling his dick make a tent in his pants, it wanted out. He felt the sweet touch if her nipples on his bare chest and his dick twitched at the thought of her impaled on his dick.

He pulled her up moving her nipples to his mouth and sucked with gusto, she moaned and began to play with the other one. His tongue flicked the tip of the nipples rapidly and she loved it, she began to hump his tent.

Then she stopped him, "I want it to be you David, I've never done this before." Still humping his crotch.

"Me neither," David said, she smiled.

"I want to taste you, sit on my face." He whispered.

Boy was she glad she just had a bath before now.

She came down from the bed and slowly pulled down her sweat pants, revealing her black panties which were stretched by her big ass.

"I want to see it," she said biting her lip.

He obliged and pulled down his pants, trying not to kill the mood by rushing. His dick stiffened as it broke free, "oh," there was excitement in her tone.

Pulling down her panties and exposing her cleanly shaved mound she walked toward the bed and grabbed his hard cock, put her mouth around it and sucked on it. "Oh God." David exclaimed.

The warmth of her mouth enveloped his member as she sucked with passion, grabbing the shaft of his dick as she worked.

He put his hand on her head and closed his eyes, "yes."

She was very careful not to bite or graze him with her teeth, he was matching her pace.

She slurped on his dick, sucked and bobbed her pretty head on his raging hard cock, savoring the taste of his precum.

Then she took him in, she gagged and took her mouth off, jerking his dick with the wetness from her mouth and her hands.

"Oh yes, don't stop that." Then she stopped.

"Not yet." She said and she climbed onto the bed and sat on his face, he held her up with his arms at first.

The smell of cunt filled his nostrils, he let her fall on his face and dug in, her cunt tasted new, he'd never had cunt before, but he was sure that liked this one.

He played around with her clit, her moans of ecstasy affirming him that he was doing it right.

He lapped on the juices from her wet slit, grabbing her thick ass as he did.

"Oh, David," she moaned breathlessly.

His tongue found her clit and sucked firmly, she bucked her hips and he spanked her hard, the sound echoed through the room.

"Ah; Yes."

He stuck his tongue in her cunt, then started tongue fucking her, her moans became louder and she began to fuck his face, her ass bouncing with her.

"Yes, David I love that. Just like that. She begged.

He reached for her clit.

"Oh God, yes. Don't stop, don't stop. Ah."

She grabbed her boobs and played with her nipples as she ground her hips, pushing his tongue deeper into her warm velvet cunt.

It drove her mad, she wanted more. She was dripping wet, the smell of her juices filled the room.

"Oh, David, David. I want you to fuck me. Please." She swallowed saliva and began to take in deep breaths.

She got off him and lay in the bed, he knelt on the bed and she spread her legs wide, ready for his throbbing cock.

He went for it, the wetness from his saliva and her juices let him slide his bare cock right in.

Although it took over minute and she seemed to feel pain but didn't want his to stop, he finally got three-quarters of his length in, she didn't bleed.

He stayed still in her for a few seconds feeling the tight grip of her virgin cunt on his cock.

"Your dick feels so good," she said looking at him straight in the eye.

He started to move into her, slowly. Gaining momentum with every thrust. The slippy sloppy wetness of her vagina made squishing sounds as he prodded her.

"Oh yes. David yes, yes!" She had never felt this way before, pain mixed with so much pleasure. She didn't want this to end, she'd dreamed about this forever and now it was finally happening. "I could die right now," she thought.

"You feel so good too," he finally said as he thrust into her, he was trying so hard to be gentle.

"Thank, you, just like that, a little faster, don't be so gentle."

She grabbed his ass pulling him deep into her cervix. His pubic bone hit hers as her nudge drove his full length into her birth-canal, opening it up. Her cunt clamped hard on his intruding member

"Oh yes, David you're so big. Oh God I love this."

Her cunt massaged his cock with every thrust, he felt his balls tense up.

"Oh God, oh, fuck, oh yes. Oh Jesus, Jesus!" Tiny ripples of orgasmic spasms ran through her cunt, she could feel his dick grow, he was close.

She squeezed his ass cheeks, using them for support as she rammed his dick inside her, she wanted him to cum.

"Cum for me David, cum all over me, cum all over my ass, I want it in my mouth." She'd never talked this dirty before, but she loved it.

She spanked his ass hard, she felt his dick pulse.

"Oh shit."

David pulled out quick, his abdominal muscles tightened.

"Oh," he moan as the streaks of semen shot out of him, draining him of his strength. He emptied his ball sack on her cunt mound.

A few seconds later he was catching his breath kneeling over her and using his hands to empty his dick, she looked him in the eye, then she bit her lip as she took the drops of the semen spewed all over her with her fingers and swallowed every single drop. She loved it, what a cum hungry slut.

"That is so hot," David said, then he laid on his side next to her on the bed and kissed her, he tasted his cum on her tongue.

"I love you David, I always have, I was just scared you didn't feel the same way." She said breaking from the kiss and putting her arms on his cheek.

"I love you too Eve, I wish this had happened sooner." He replied and placed a kiss on her forehead afterwards.

They kissed for a while and went to sleep a few minutes later. Eve was cradled in front of David as they spooned naked, their bare bodies finally as close as their hearts had been all along.

 

 

Christa from Church Learns Sex-EdChrista, a nineteen year old pastor's daughter fucked!

By neocontrolsthesystem

Another boring Sunday church service. Don't get me wrong, I like church but sometimes Pastor Stan could drone on and on. I'd usually spend my time thinking about fucking some random girl.

I'd been going to my neighbors church for years now. I was 24 and his daughters were now in their adult teens at 18 and 19. He had two very horny and inexperienced daughters: Christa and Brittany. Christa was the oldest.

She was set to get married the next day. She was a bit nervous about it all. She kept glancing my way to get my attention during and after the service. She looked good in her church dress. All that flesh covered up just gave the mind more room to imagine.

Right after the church service she came over to me and asked me an interesting question. Before I get into the question let me give you some background.

Christa was the pastor's daughter as I mentioned above. She was a "good girl" who had no sexual experience whatsoever. Well, she had kissed her fiancé a few times, but she wasn't really that into him. I ran the youth group for a few weeks until guilt hit me. How could lead a youth group and want to fuck them at the same time?

Christa had always had a crush on me. But I was older and had gotten married two years earlier. So her second choice was a kid from another church she had met at a youth outing from his church.

Unlike most teens who couldn't keep their hands off each other Christa and her boyfriend had more of a platonic relationship. They looked bored with each other and were using marriage just to try out sex.

Today was Sunday and tomorrow she would be married, I thought. Damn time flies. From little girl to sexy woman.

She made her way over to me as I headed for my car. She had a grin on her face. "Nick, can I ask you a question?" "Sure, Christa. What's up? Nervous about tomorrow?" I asked her.

"Kind of, I wanted to ask you if it, would hurt. You know. The sex part." Her grin got wider. So did mine.

"Well, it depends on how big his dick is and how tight your hole is." I told her. "Do you know if he has a big dick?" I asked her.

"He showed it to me. It was like this" and she made a shape between her hands of maybe five inches. "Okay, well you should be good there. If it was like mine then you'd be in trouble!" I told her. "Just ask Kim!"

Kim was my wife and we had a difficult time trying to get my dick inside of her. She was too tight and I was too big.

"How big is yours?" She asked with a giggle. "It's a lot bigger than his and thicker. I'd have to show it to you at my house. Just come by tonight and I can answer any questions you have and get you ready."

"What about Kim?" she asked. "She's at her mom's house which is why she wasn't at church today. So tonight? Like 8?"

She agreed and came over that night since we were also next door neighbors. She had cute, tight white shorts and a tight fitting cutoff shirt. No bra. I could see the outline of her tits and her hard nipples on a warm night.

She was looking very sexy actually. She wore those Sunday church marm dresses for service but even those I thought could look sexy if you pulled the skirt up and ate her out.

I'd seen her grow from a kid to a teen. And now she was 19 but had her woman's body. She had small tits but wide hips and a plump ass. Her hair was long and brown. She had light blue eyes. Not gorgeous or sexy per se but pretty. But now she was showing me her sexy side and I liked it.

I opened the door when she knocked and took her towards the couch. I told her to relax and get comfortable. I also had something to smoke for her. It wasn't her first time smoking but this strain was really strong.

"Before I show you my dick I have to ask you how many fingers can you fit in your cunt when you masturbate?" She laughed and turned a bit red. "I don't know! I don't do that!"

"Christa, are you telling me you've never masturbated and cum?" "No! Only guys do that stuff!" She said. "You guys are always grabbing your dicks!" She said laughing.

"Wow, look, you have to be comfortable with your own body and know what you like. Okay, let's start there. Lay back on the couch. We're going to do some foreplay. This will make your cunt wet and lube up your hole to make his dick go in easier."

"Will it make yours go in easier too?" She asked with a sexy stare. "Definitely, but in my case it will still hurt a bit. But once it's deep inside you your cunt will accommodate it. It'll feel really good! Here let me show you mine."

I stood up and unzipped my jeans. I was totally hard already. My dick popped out and her eyes got very big. I wasn't huge. 8 inches or so. But bigger than most.

"Oh my God, Nick! He doesn't have one like that! That's huge! How could that fit inside of Kim?" She asked.

"Thanks! I'm glad you like it! You can see it likes you too. You should be proud of yourself. You made a man's dick hard for you! And as for Kim, we made it fit and she didn't regret it."

Her eyes were all over it and I noticed her nipples hardening underneath her shirt. I reached out and rubbed her tits while she stared. I pinched her nipples and she softly moaned.

"That feels really good, " she said fluttering her eyelids. "Do it to yourself. Take your shirt off and pinch your nipples. Let's see what your tits developed into."

I encouraged her to rub and squeeze her tits. I showed her how to pinch each nipple in different ways. Her hips were slightly moving and she kept her eyes on my cock.

"Can I touch it?" She asked. "Of course. Put your hands all over it. Feel how thick it is." I said. "It's really nice. Am I doing it right?" She asked as she stroked it.

"You are! Look at you, jerking your first cock. You're even getting me harder! Now you feel your cunt getting wetter?" I asked.

"Yes! It's really warm." She said panting a bit.

"Let's pull your shorts off and take a look."

She eagerly helped as I pulled her shorts and underwear off. They stuck to her cunt from the dampness. I could smell her already. She was so horny.

"Now rub your cunt. Rub your clit and try to put a finger inside your hole."

"Oh wow! This feels so good, Nick! I like it." She said. "I like watching you do it! You've got a nice cunt! Let me help you, do you want me to put my hands on it?" I asked.

"Yes!" She yelled.

Then tell me, "Nick touch my cunt!" She said it and the word cunt made her hornier.

"Oh yeah, you're a wet, horny girl! And remember. I don't have a penis. I have a cock. You don't have a vagina; you have a cunt. I'm going to put my finger in your hole."

I did and she gasped. She was so tight! I had to wiggle my finger lightly just to squeeze in! But the deeper I went the more she moaned. I worked my finger in and out.

Her hips moved up and down and she even grabbed my cock with one hand. "Feel that? You're about to cum! Say, "Nick! My cunt is about to cum for you!"

Before she could barely finish the words she came and her cunt even squirted!

"Oh wow Christa! Look at you! You're hot! You know what you want. You want what's in your hand. You want my big dick! Say it!" I ordered her.

"Oh Nick! I want your big dick!" She said. I positioned myself in front of her as I stood up. I gently grabbed her head and told her, "Suck that big dick, Christa!"

She opened her mouth and took my head in. She greedily sucked. I told her to lick and spit on it. I told her to make eye contact and lick my balls. She stroked it without me telling her to. Her legs widened. She pushed her hips towards me.

"Fuck me with your big dick, Nick! Fuck my cunt!" She yelled.

"Whoa! There you go baby! That's how it's done! Crave that cock inside of you!"

She kept putting her hips towards me and begging me to fuck her.

"Not yet! I have to taste you!" Her eyes widened as she saw me bury my face into her cunt! She was hairy. I liked it but I'd need to shave her sometime later.

She tasted very clean. She was very wet and my face was drenched. She came again on my face and I showed her that it was good to grab my head and pull me deeper into her.

I grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom. I laid her down and opened her legs. I got a pillow for her head so she could be propped up and see me enter her.

"Watch me fuck you, Christa!"

We both watched as I slowly and gently brushed my head around her hole. I pushed in slowly. "Just relax, let me inside, " There was resistance as I reached her hymen. She quickly popped and she had a scared look on her face.

"Are you okay? You want me to stop?" I asked.

"No! I want it deeper!" She yelled.

I went in deeper and she was so tight I felt as if my cock would lose all of its circulation. More resistance and then I pushed fast and deep.

Her eyes bulged and then rolled back.

"Oh my God! You feel so good!" She yelled.

"I'm inside you Christa! I'm fucking you! What would your Dad and boyfriend say if they saw me on top of you with my big dick in your hole? Look at Christa! She's getting fucked by Nick!"

I thrust harder and harder! She got wetter whenever I'd say she was getting fucked by a married man before her wedding!

"Look at Stan's little girl taking cock like a whore! Is that what you wanted baby?! You wanted me to fuck you instead of your fiancé?"

"Yes! Fuck my cunt!! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She yelled. She came all over my cock and I felt her cunt squeezing my cock.

I pulled out of her and laid on my back. I grabbed my cock and told her, "Sit on my dick, Christa! Show the church how Stan's little girl can ride dick!"

She sat on it and I grabbed her shoulders and pushed down hard! I was determined to split her in half! The harder I fucked her the more she loved it! She was turning red! Her heart rate and breathing were at sprinting levels. Her tender, pale white cunt shown red and swollen through her bush.

Whenever I slammed her balls deep her cunt would squirt. The bed was drenched in her juice. The smell of her wet cunt was wafting through the house now. I was scared that her screams would reach her dad next door! But I was in the moment and wouldn't stop!

"Here's a position all you women love! Get on all fours and put your ass up!" I commanded her. I licked her wet asshole and down to her cunt. Then I slammed her hole. No more gentleman shit. She was a woman and wanted to be fucked like one by a man not a boy.

I pulled her hair and called her a whore. "You nasty whore! You like me fucking you, huh? Your future husband won't give it to you like this! So enjoy it while you can!" I slammed her with fast, deep thrusts using her hair to draw her in closer.

How many times she came that night we lost count. Now the question was: Where do I cum? In her face? In her mouth? On her cunt? Inside her cunt?

Fuck pregnancy! I didn't care! I was going to shoot my load inside of her. I threw her on her back.

"Spread those legs open like the whore you are! Pull your legs back! Beg me for it!"

"Please Nicky! Please fuck me! I want more! Please! I'll be a good slut! I'll be your good slut!" She yelled.

I got on top of her pushing her legs further back and slammed her harder than anything I thought she could take. "I'm gonna cum inside of you, Christa! I'm gonna get you pregnant!"

"Cum inside me! Please!" I let out a loud grunt in synch with her yelling, "I'm cumming! Cum inside me! I'm cumming on your cock!" I felt all my cum release into her as we made eye contact. I came twice!

There we were, me on top of Christa. My cock inside her throbbing and releasing what was left of my cum in orgasmic spasms. She had a total look of contentment and pride on her face. She had made a man, an older and more experienced man; cum inside her.

I laid down by her. We kissed. "You were amazing! Wow! You took a pounding that most women couldn't!"

She rubbed her cunt and said, "Oh wow, I'm gonna be sore tomorrow." She said.

"He's definitely gonna know you got fucked by a big dick! You're not a virgin anymore!" I told her.

"I don't want to marry him. I want you!" She said.

"Look, I'm married already. You need a husband. He's a good guy. Marry him. Be a good wife. And whenever you really want to get fucked I'll be there to put my dick inside you. There's so much more I'm going to teach you. You just have to trust me. This is our secret. But I want something from you. A reward for breaking you in." I told her.

"What?! Anything!" She said.

"I want your sister. I want Brittany too. I want you to be there to watch. I want to fuck her and then fuck you. I want to taste her cunt and see how much it tastes and feels like yours. And I want to fuck you while you eat her out."

"Wow! Okay, I didn't think you wanted her too." She said. "Don't be jealous. It's not a competition. You're sisters. Sisters should learn together and explore things. Nowadays a guy will want you to eat cunt. You'll like it. You've already tasted yours. Why not let your first lesbian experience be with your little sister?"

"Can we do that tonight? It's still early. I can go get her. I can wash up. I'll tell her what we did. I'll tell her that you want her next. She'll come running Nick! I've heard her tell Julie she wants to fuck you." Christa said.

"Perfect! Get dressed. Go get her. I'll cool down with a shower. I'll be ready to pop her cherry too. Wow, I can't believe I just fucked Stan's daughter and I'm going to fuck the youngest one too! Imagine this, "Hey Stan, sorry that your girls are walking funny but I absolutely nailed the shit out of them both!" I laughed. She did too!

"I'm glad you don't see me as a little girl. I'm glad you took it from me and I gave it to you." She said as she got dressed and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"I'll be back with Brit! Don't go anywhere! Please! This is your wedding gift to me!" She giggled and left the house.

I took a shower. I was going to change the sheets but why bother? Let Brittany walk in with the smell of her sister. Let her lay down on her sister's juices.

A wicked grin crossed my face. I was going to cum inside Brittany too. No matter how many years passed by neither of them would ever forget what I did to them. Every guy they were with, including their husbands, would be compared to me. And they would come up short!

I got dressed back in my jeans and t-shirt. The aroma was awesome. Kim wouldn't be back until tomorrow. So I could fuck these two for hours!

You know you want more, I heard myself say. I looked into the mirror. "You want Jan too. But that will take time." Jan was their mom and Stan's wife. Eventually I would be fucking her too in her church dress and maybe over the piano she played at every service.

I loved those girls. I respected them. I wanted to experience something with them that they would never forget and pine away for as long as they lived. I was going to fuck Jan, Christa, and Brittany together.

 

A tale of firsts, set on a rainy camping trip, among young friends.Based on a post by Josh stone, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.



They stood in the dunes, feeling the sensation returning slowly to their clammy bodies. She grasped the two ends of the massive sheet together, behind his shoulder blades.

Then she stood up on tiptoes slightly, and his thumbs slipped slightly into under the elastic of her pants. She gave a sigh, relaxing into his embrace, and he instinctively pushed her wet knickers down, feeling as they rolled over on themselves as they slipped down her ass. He followed by pulling her wet tee shirt up over her shoulders, where she tugged it over her head, and tossed back by the bags.

She stepped carefully one leg out of the wet panties, returning to the warmth of his arm and pulling him even closer as she did so. Her gentle murmur as his hands felt the shape of her hips and thighs spurred him on, piquing his interest in this new adventure, this new and unusual setting. The absence of wet fabric quickly allowed her pelvis to dry and her body warmth gradually increased. But His wet boxers were still a problem.
Intimacy in the open air.

Their bodies relaxed into one another as they dried out within their towel, and he felt her goose bumps disappear from her legs. She pushed his boxers down, allowing their bodies to have full contact as they warmed up together. She lifted her head towards him, and they kissed for the first time since they had left her tent. He felt a sudden jolt of passion as her free hand reached down his belly and holding his contracted and rippled sack of balls. She continued to fondle his sack gently, and felt warmth return to his crotch. He was glad she wasn’t giving attention to his shriveled wet pecker, which would need much more warmth an blood flow, to resume even a normal flaccid size. It wasn’t even worthy of being called a cock, when shriveled this tiny.

He was preparing an embarrassed explanation for his tiny tally whacker, but it was welcome surprise for him that the awakening of his desire to know every intimate corner of her body, to feel his release at her demand and within her. Had somehow convinced his unconscious brain to re=prioritize rations of blood flow and retention to his promising phallus.

His hands reached her breasts, feeling her nipples hard once more. She moaned as he rolled one between his finger and thumb, the bottom of her breast cupped in his hand as she massaged his balls. Her warmth and dexterity both relaxing and tensing him in turn. They both felt as his cock stirred to her touch, her other hand released the towel and surrounding his shaft, as he swelled.

They stopped to spread the picnic blanket from her bag on the gentle hill of the dune behind them. They found a slight ravine where they could recline and be somewhat concealed by the several dunes, in every direction.

She beckoned for him to join her as she lay on her side, and he lay beside her. Hands were on hips, and kisses deepened. It was as though they were again cocooned in her tent the night before. They were completely warm suddenly, the coastal breeze seemed to pass over their heads and they enjoyed the refuge of these sand ravines.

Both were deeply turned on by the range of senses that had been awoken. Her breath began to quicken as she felt his erection press against her mons. She bent her upper knee and planted her foot to rest, creating an open crotch for him, and he felt as her body tensed slightly when his fingers wandered towards her most private place.

Trying not to spoil a moment she had been enjoying so much, she had hoped he would not notice her anxiety, but knew all too soon that he had. Their kiss ended, his hands moved reassuringly to her shoulders, following her lead.

"Nigel; I've never," She whispered. "I'm. I am enjoying this so much. But I've never done this before" Her face flushed red as she revealed this most intimate truth to the man she had only really met 24 hours ago.

He put a hand gently to her face, looking into her deep brown eyes. "Libby; This is new to me, too." He confessed. "I really have no conscious idea what I'm doing. Our bodies, though, seem to be working in a magical sync, like they’ve done this since the dawn of creation."

Wry smiles grew on both of their faces as the reality of the situation dawned.

"I was so nervous I would mess things up, I really like you" he said eventually. "I want to explore with you".

"Me too" she replied "You've been giving me such pleasure, I assumed you had been with loads of people before.” They kissed, then she added’ “I want to learn what makes you feel good".

And so began a time of great learning for both of them. Their inhibitions lifted as they allowed themselves to be honest, to open up, to allow their most deeply-held feelings out to one another.

She traced every inch of his rippled, lean torso, feeling his ribs rise and fall calmly before circling his navel, running her fingers through his salty hair, his pubic hair. He guided her as she stroked his cock, exploring it carefully with her eyes as well as her hands. She felt as he neared the brink of orgasm; then brought him back from the edge with his words helping her to understand this most secret of connections. She kissed him tenderly, on his arms, his chest, his cock, her lips gently enveloping the tip, tasting his precum, feeling him harden in her mouth. She licked his length, learning how a change of pace or pressure affected him physically, hearing from him what felt good. It was beautiful for both of them, a symbol of trust, and a marker of a new chapter in their lives, their relationship. This was not simply about orgasm, about release, it was also about connection. He was not ready to collapse, not yet. So he withdrew from her mouth, telling her about how sensual it was, how much pleasure she had given him.

He felt her hip bones with eager hands, brought hands to her ass, felt the way textures changed. He put his hands on her thighs, felt as she moved onto her back, her legs opening, relaxing. He felt the softness of her inner thigh, how it became softer and softer as his hands neared her groin. She told him how much she wanted him to touch her, showed him how to touch her clitoris. He felt her wonderful heat again as his finger, wet with her moistness, explored delicate folds of skin. He had never seen a woman's vagina before, not in real life. He saw the way her labia darkened as he touched her, felt as her clitoris seemed to retract and then harden as she touched him. She was so open to him, so relaxed, her breathing deep and her chest was rising visibly. As he placed a finger at the entrance to her hot moist cunt, she groaned, urging him to explore inside her. His finger slipped more easily inside than he remembered from last night, her legs rising slightly as he felt her vaginal walls envelop his hungry finger. Another finger slid inside, and she told him to move them against each other inside her. As her hips rose further, she pulled her knees to her chest, and he felt the strong muscles at the entrance to her cunt open up, encouraging his fingers, deeper and deeper. He felt more horny in that moment than he could ever remember feeling before, as he saw her bulging vulva, wet with excitement, and so clearly trusting him to give her pleasure.

She was nearing orgasm, her breaths were shallower and her guidance less necessary. It was so exciting to be outside together. He was desperate, suddenly; to be even more intimate. He dipped his head between her legs and gingerly licked her clitoris, trying to emulate what his fingers had done at first. His fingers were still deep within her, and he felt her tighten around him as his tongue began to explore her tiny nub. She guided him once more, telling him to lick around her inner labia, her clitoris too sensitive to be the sole focus of his attentions. He saw as she began to play with her nipples, felt her reach for his cock.

But she surprised him. Instead of stroking him as before, she moved her body round, lying flat on her back and taking one of his legs and pulling over her torso, then sliding up so her cunt was directly under his mouth. Then she put her hand behind his head, and guiding it down to her vulva.

As he focused on his oral adventure between her thighs, he felt the exquisite feeling of her taking his turgid cock in her mouth; as he licked her clitoris.

It was the softest and most stimulating thing either of them had ever felt. There was absolute trust in both of them as they pleasured each other, her tongue and lips winding around his cock, as hard as it had ever been.

His tongue licked her whilst his arms wrapped around her ass, and his hands parted her labia, feeling her wetness combined with his saliva running down his hand, between her legs and between the cheeks of her perfectly-formed ass.

She felt as he inserted his fingers once more, and he felt as her cunt began to ripple, to contract around him, her panting building to a crescendo as she took him deeper into her mouth. They were in a sort of magical rhythm where both tension and a deep calm overcame any inhibition that might have previously existed.

His fingers squirmed as her spasms grew, she felt wave after wave of pleasure dominating her body.

“Oh, Nigel! Oh, Nigel. You’re Amazing!” was heard by the birds in the area, but no one else.

As she was in her climatic bliss, his ability to hold back got weaker and weaker. He felt as the crown of his cock felt a soft place in her mouth, the warmth of her kisses overwhelming him. He felt as his balls contracted, felt as his orgasm built, not immediately like when he touched himself, but almost in slow motion. And then it arrived.

“Libby, here it comes, ah, ah!” he shouted.

He exploded in her mouth, releasing a guttural, almost primal shout as he came. She felt as he pulsed between her lips, tasted his semen for the first time.

“Oh, my fucking gawd, Libby!” You’re a sex goddess, baby!” He finally declared.

They held each other tighter in that moment than they had ever held anyone before, her nails digging into his thighs as his tongue gently lapped at her opening.

It was only after the sun began to come out that they moved from their embrace, his cock now soft, and his head resting on her thigh. She turned her body round so that they could kiss each other's mouths, and both could taste each other, the salt of the sea, a relaxedness returning. They lay in each other’s' arms as the sun shone, warming their naked bodies in that most beautiful of settings. And they knew that the next week would be one of further exploration, of firsts for them both.


Nigel and Sonia, Homeward Bound.

The journey back to London was long and tiresome. Ferries, trains, carrying heavy packs. Libby bailed on her girlfriends and rode back with Nigel. This gave the new lovers some endless hours of private conversation and further cemented their bond.

He told her of his empty house, his parents away until Tuesday. Would she like to come and stay?

She immediately accepted his hospitality.

By the time they had got in, put a wash on, eaten takeout, and had a shower, they were spent. Eyes closing and ready for bed. This felt different to being away, and they were now even more nervous somehow.

“Have I satisfied you, Nigel?” Libby asked as they completed the late meal.

“And then some, Libby.” Nigel admitted. “ I honestly need to give my sore cock a break til morning, if you can allow me?”

“Oh, thank God!” My poor cunny is stroked and licked raw, and reamed out by the greatest lover in all of the British empire!” Libby finally expressed her relief.

And so they both fell quickly into sleep, lying in each other’s arms, tender kisses and good nights. Tomorrow would be another day. But he awoke sometime early in the morning, as she shifted in her sleep and he felt differently in his half-slumber.

His hands moved slowly on her warm skin, feeling her muscles completely relaxed as she slept deeply, the sound of her deep breaths synchronized with his own. Only semi-conscious, he moved instinctively, his mind still foggy, somewhere between consciousness and slumber. The tips of his fingers reached round and down, holding her thigh ever so gently, tiny hairs the only contrast to her smooth, soft skin as he ran them along her body towards her body. As he felt her flesh draw inward, her softness giving way to the strong muscles of her groin, he rotated his wrist, pushing his hand down the front of her thigh and gradually down to her knee, noticing the change in texture as he reached her kneecap. A long breath, followed by a deep swallow.

He became more conscious as he squeezed her leg ever so slightly, cautious not to awaken her, seeking more feedback and releasing a little tension. He trailed his hands back up her thigh, reaching around the outside to trace her hips, stopping where his skin met the cotton of her underwear. He felt the thin band of elastic at the edge of her knickers and followed this with this index finger slowly and deliberately upwards until he reached the front of her body, the point at which it began to curve back inward and down into more intimate space. His palm lay flat on her hipbone as his fingers stretched and splayed, relaxed but inquisitive, and he considered what might come next.

She shifted slightly, her hand adjusting the elastic of her waistband, and she muttered something inaudible. He descended back into his dreams, his hand on her under the thin sheets on that sticky summer night.

He woke as she shifted her body, her leg slightly bent as she relaxed her hips. His hands held her thigh at their highest point, with the top of his hand feeling the fabric of her panties whilst his fingers sensed the tender skin at the very limit of her thigh. His grip tightened a little as he noticed his heart rate rise, his left hand shifting slightly on the bedsheets beside him.

He lay for some time, enjoying the peace and sensuality of the moment, enjoying the memory of exploring her body and his own. He could hear her deep breaths, sense her chest rising and falling, and feel her long hair against his face as they lay side by side, his body slightly turned towards hers as she lay sleeping on her back.

His index finger explored her thigh once more, more intentionally than before, and he reached the edge of her knickers once again. This time, his finger felt downwards, between her legs, until he could reach no further. He loved the point where her thigh met her groin, where her skin became covered by cloth, and where he knew she was most sensitive. His finger began, ever so slowly, to feel across the hem and then the soft cotton of her pants. He felt the change in texture as her smooth skin gave way to soft, downy hair under the fabric as it rose from the firmness of tendon to the softness of gently rounded labia. She took one sharp breath. His quickened.

His fingers hesitated as he reached the point where her labia met beneath her underwear. He could feel her cleft under his soft touch, and imagined being able to see her, so familiar and yet so secret and mysterious, even after all these months. His fingers followed the line of her slit until he reached the mound above her clitoris. The slight rise of the space where he knew her labia covered her most sensitive place, his finger stopped. He felt as her breathing quickened a touch, or at least he thought so. His temptation growing as she swiveled her hips upwards a fraction, only to relax again a moment later.

In the gloom he tried to recall her underwear in his mind. Pale cotton, white, or possibly cream, simple in design with a plain band around the leg, a broader, flat waist-band with a stitched brand name in the same color as the rest. He could just make out the raised letters as he drew his finger tentatively up to the top of her knickers.

As he felt her skin again, his palm laid flat against her. He waited. She did not speak or change position, but a deep intake of breath gave him courage, a sign of her satisfaction. Her stomach was warm and flat and the ball of his hand lay on her belly button, two fingers slipping ever so slightly beneath the waistband of her knickers. Nervous of misjudging the moment, he arched his hands, the tips of his fingers moving slowly up her body. He circled her naval, moving in on each rotation until his finger found itself inside and her strong stomach muscles tensed a soft, voiceless sound emerging from her mouth. He was emboldened and turned his body to face hers for the first time. As his hand crept upward, he felt the ribbed fabric of her vest-top. He brought his hand up until he felt her right breast in his hand. Her small breast fitted easily into his hand, with his thumb reaching around to her sternum, then arching over her firmness, feeling her nipple hardening as he did so. As he noticed her hardening, he felt his own arousal growing.

Between his thumb and forefinger, he rolled her nipple gently again and again through her top. Her breaths were becoming shorter, and he knew she was feeling the same as he was, relaxed, sensuous and warm. She lifted her top, exposing her breasts in the darkness, and he felt her nipples properly for the first time. They were very small and very hard, rising from slightly puffy areolae, perfectly formed. He could not wait any longer, and brought his head to her chest, licking around her nipples, then taking one lightly into his mouth. He sucked her gently, his tongue exploring the slight variations in texture between her nipples, her areola and the skin surrounding them. He brought his other hand round and caressed her other breast, his erection beginning to push against the fabric of his boxer shorts.

She spoke for the first time, uttering his name in hushed tones as he pleasured her breasts, reaching for his boxer shorts as he sucked her into his hot mouth. She pushed them down until she could reach no further, and he took over, taking them down over his legs and feet as she hurriedly removed her clothes. As she lifted her vest over her head, she raised her arms, then folding them around his strong back, their naked bodies fully in contact for the first time since they had got back. She felt as his erection pressed against her stomach, her breasts, slick with his sliver, pressed against his chest, and their breathing fast and synchronous. They both knew in that moment that they would give themselves to the other tonight, a new experience for them both, exciting but without fear.

She rose onto her knees, turning the green lamp on that sat beside their bed. "I want to see you" she told him, as she looked down at his body, his cock hard and large. As she lowered her head, he felt his erection strengthen, felt the softness of her lips as they kissed and then enveloped the tip. She tasted his pre-cum as her tongue ran in circles around him, her lips exploring the contours of his cock. She slowly took more of him into her mouth, felt as he groaned, knew of his pleasure. He told her he loved the feel of her mouth around her, loved it when she took him deeper inside. She wanted more than anything to give him the release she knew he longed for, and changed angles, her saliva running around him, leaking from her mouth and down to his balls. Her hands cupped him, feeling this wetness and she stopped momentarily, lifting her head and licking him excitedly up his shaft. She shifted onto her side, her hands helping her to slip one of his balls into her soaking mouth as her hands took over on his cock, and she felt as his scrotum contracted as she gently sucked. He grunted as she sucked harder on him, heard him tell her he was close to the edge.

Again she shifted, heard him sigh in relief as her lips kissed his belly. "I want to feel your cum in my mouth" she whispered, before taking his cock back into her mouth. He wasn't going to argue with her, and he felt his cock slipping deep into her mouth. She raised and lowered herself around him, and he reached for her breast. The sound of her mouth slopping around him, her tongue lapping hungrily around his cock-head, and the sucking on his member made him harder than he could ever remember, and as she reached yet further down, he felt as his balls pulled tight and he erupted into her mouth, spurting line after line of thick cum into her hungry mouth as he twisted her nipple between forefinger and thumb.

They both collapsed, exhausted onto the bed and he looked lovingly into her beautiful brown eyes before kissing her deeply. He tasted the salt of her mouth, felt that she was still in need of his loving. After running his hand down her curvaceous back and onto her tight ass, he felt her part her hips slightly, and reached round to find her own hand already stimulating her clitoris. In gentle circles, she was rubbing herself as they kissed. He put his hand gently on top of hers, feeling the rhythm, learning her technique. He felt as she moved the skin above her hood, the place where her pubic hair ended and her tenderest skin began. They were both aroused, but he was still exhausted from her sensuous blowjob, and they lay there for some time, kissing deeply and playing with her clit. He carefully felt around her cunt, his fingers tracing the shape of her lips, remembering how tenderly he needed to be when touching her clitoris directly. Her breaths deepened and she shifted her hips round, inviting him to dip his finger inside her. Feeling her so hot and so wet inside was hugely exciting for them both. She was so open and so horny in that moment, and she wanted to be filled up.
Take Me.

She rolled onto her front, kneeling up as she did so, until she was before him on all fours. He saw for her from behind for the first time, her beautiful ass and her soaking and engorged vulva red from stimulation. He watched as her hand once again came up between her legs, saw as she rubbed herself in front of him. Her other hand came up the outside of her thigh, caressing her arse-cheek before coming back round to her cunt. He watched in astonishment as she used two fingers to part her cunt lips, and he saw her opening, deep crimson and incredibly inviting. He kneeled up, noticing for the first time that he had once again hardened. Immediately, and without any words being exchanged, he pushed his hard cock deep into her. They both felt as his erection slid into her body, the ripples of her flesh running over his cock as it pushed deeper and deeper into her body. Her scream was unexpected and guttural. She had longed for this moment since their first kiss back on that rainy holiday, and had dreamed, imagined and rehearsed how it might feel. Her fingers had given her pleasure, for sure, but nothing compared to this.

Her pelvis moved backwards onto him as he pushed once more into her, and he felt as the tip of his cock touched her cervix. He held her hips, feeling their bodies moving in rhythm, slowly at first. Her finger returned to her clitoris as the pace of their pushes increased, and he felt her tighten around him, gentle grunts coming from them both.

"I'm going to cum. I want you to cum with me. Now, now!" She cried at last, and he felt her spasm again and again, as her whole body shook.

He reached over her ass and up her back before moving his hands around to her front, cupping both breasts. He tried to pull his cock from her hole as he felt himself about to explode, but she resisted, moving herself with him "Cum in me, Nigel. I want to know what it feels like. I want our bodies to be one."

He felt as another spasm grew in her body, her hot wetness and her invitation bringing him to the point of no return. A sound emerged from his mouth that neither had ever heard before, and he came violently, feeling his seed coating her hot, wet, rigid cunt, feeling their juices mixing and becoming one.

Their cries of ecstasy filled the empty house. Heavily they both panted, as the spasms rolled over their bodies, in waves.

They fell onto their sides, his cock still deep within her body, as they began to recover. Their breathing deepening, and their bodies cooling. He smelled her hair and felt her ass against his front, as he softened. Minutes later, he felt as he slowly slipped from her opening, a small slick of wetness tickling her thigh as it emerged with his spent cock, her satisfaction as she knew that this would be the first of many times their bodies would reach such deep and exciting satisfaction. They fell into a deep sleep that lasted well into the next morning, and they awoke tired but full of ideas for the day ahead.

Based on a post by Josh stone for Literotica.

A tale of firsts, set on a rainy camping trip, among young friends.Based on a post by Josh stone, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.


The Night Storm

Surrounded by flimsy, billowing nylon, the wind howled outside. The fly sheet occasionally touching the inner when the buffeting storm blew strongly enough, and patches of damp were beginning to appear where the outside was attempting to breach the inner. The light was fading outside and somehow the dankness of the evening was everywhere within. He stayed at the campsite while the others had headed for the village in the coast of Southwest Ireland. Local lads had told of a party, beer, and ‘opportunity’.

Inside her large nylon tent with him, she also lay, the two rather unknown to one another. Her head at the far end, and his head near the zips, forming the door. Their two sleeping bags were zipped up, and they were each warm and safe, escaping as they had into the nearest dry tent they found. Her tent.

The severe weather overtook the two after the rest of the group had departed for a party, in the village.

There was a silent tension, which neither of them could quite understand. Cordial talk of home, of family and of newly forming college friendships. The trip was planned by just a few of those participating. But by word of mouth the invites expanded the event, until it became a motley crew of friends-of-friends-of-friends. She was invited by her friend next door, who was a cousin of the guy who invited a guy who invited him. Even the travel was done in a loose caravan. He drove his own SUV. She caught a ride in her neighbor’s Honda Civic.

Conversation flowed easily enough; but their bodies were somehow tense, his legs were restless.

To break the growing silence, he shuffled out of his sleeping bag and explained that he was going to fetch water and his ‘head torch’. A flashlight gadget mounted to an elastic headband, for hands-free illumination. Was there anything she wanted?

His tent was damaged when a pole snapped. They quickly grabbed his ‘essentials and took refuge in her ‘family tent’ which she had all to herself.

The others would be away for hours yet. Who knows if the other tents will survive this barrage?

Arriving back, he carefully unzipped her tent door, He removed his boots and waterproofs, just inside; so as to keep them as dry as possible, and to prevent any remaining dry contents of the tent from getting wet. A ritual he had become so used to these last few days, of the perpetual Irish rain. As he entered the main section of the tent, a shiver ran down his spine as a drip fell down his face from his soaking wet hair.

“Thank you for staying back at camp. I’m not sure how I’d feel about this weather, if I was alone on this strange coastline.” She said.

“I wonder how the group is doing, and how bad the weather is where they are?” He wondered aloud.

“Maybe they got in a jealous fight with some local guys, and are all now safe and sobering up in the county jail?” she giggled.

She was watching his faint silhouette through the gloom. Then she sat up, holding out a slightly damp towel and rubbing his wet head. He collapsed on his bag, still shivering. He lay for a moment, noticing his head was near to hers this time; sensing her eyes on him, without looking himself. She pulled his open bag up over his body and to his chin. Then settled back into her own cocoon.

The rain had increased its percussive hammering; at once deafening and consoling. Silence fell once more.

After some time, she raised her arm above her head, stretching slightly with a yawn. He did the same. Held above, unsteady, arms began to move towards one another. Tiredness was mentioned, the rain, wondering how the party was going. Slowly, slowly, their hands met in mid-air. Fingers wrapped gently around fingers, a cold palm met a warm palm. He now understood the tension for the first time.

Arms began to ache, held up as they were. They were lowered between bodies, bodies were turned towards one another in symmetrical, silent adjustment. The light was now so dim that little could be made out in the dark of the tent, but he didn't reach for his torch. They lay there for perhaps an hour, hand in hand, completely still and without a word uttered. He thawed out, warmed up, relaxed.

She felt the sensuality of the moment, and deeply waited. At some point, they both noticed the breath of the other, first in the rise and fall of chests, and then in breath on cheeks, breath on lips. They became synchronous, breathing deeply, imagining each other's face, only centimeters away from their own. At some point their lips finally met.

Both he and she were filled with the yearning of youth, yet relaxed and warm, protected from the elements, protected by each other. Their kiss was deep and relaxed. Her full lips parted and her tongue slipped slowly into his mouth, sensing for the first time his heat, his desire. His senses awakened, he became aware of the smell of wood smoke on their clothes, the smell of her hair.

He brought a hand up to her neck, felt her dark hair between his fingers as he held her close. Their tongues explored each other's lips, their faces and necks, and the pouring rain disappeared amidst their enjoyment. She shifted her body, unzipping her sleeping bag and pulling his leg across, his between hers. She put a hand on the small of his back, he mirrored her movements. His hand glancing across her back, feeling ribbed cotton of her top, her skin beneath. Her hand gliding up. under his flannel shirt, tingling his bare skin.

On they kissed, their mouths wet and hot. Somehow, without either being aware, their bodies were now pressing together more, as he put his hand gently over her ass. His denim jeans became slightly stiff as he moved his hand, feeling the contours of her behind. He felt her thigh press ever so gently around his own, felt as his cock began to respond to her movement. This was what he had been hoping for, what he had imagined so many times, back in the city. Her movements became more and more definite, and his confidence grew. Her hands were on his ass now, and he sensed her need for more.

His hand went up her side smoothly, in one movement. He felt the bottom of her bra and the bulge of her small breasts beneath her vest top. Her breathing began to deepen as his thumb cupped her. Full breast.

In a graceful motion, she arched her back and lifted off her top, then settled back down, flat on her back. Without any self-awareness, his body rolled on his side, to fill the vacuum left by her re-positioning.

He could feel the slightly elastic cotton material of her bra more clearly under his fingers now. He felt the plain hem as the cotton dipped towards the middle of her chest. She was perfectly formed, her breast fitting perfectly into his hand. As his fingers reached the underwire of her bra, he reached into the other side, feeling the flesh of her breast for the first time. She jumped as his hand brushed over her nipple, her tongue pushing further into his mouth as they embraced.

Fingers retracted slightly, and his index finger and thumb held her tiny nipple gently. It was hard and clearly sensitive, judging by her reactions, and the skin around it was the softest he had ever felt. His erection was now clearly felt by both of them.

He fumbled as he attempted to unclip her bra, only to discover the absence of any back clips at all.

She came to the rescue, reaching into the valley between her orbs, and flicking the front clasp in a swift release. The stretch cloth cups swiftly retracted, instantly stripping her tits of any further obstructions.

She was laughing with him as she lifted it over her arms. With the strappy garment out of the way, she reached her far hand around his shoulder, and leveraged her torso and hips, so the two were pressing their pelvises against each other, still clothed and getting hotter.

In the dimness of the evening, neither of them was able to see each other. Now he would have to explore by touch alone. Neither could benefit from the facial expressions of the other. Their actions stood alone, in expressing desire and pleasure.

Her pelvis was rocking backwards and forwards against him in a slow and steady rhythm as he lowered his head to affectionately kiss each of her nipples. Less noticeable was his ascent over her body. He lay above her, his body arched as his lips and tongue explored first one, and then the other. The skin around her nipples began to wrinkle and tighten. His elbows propped his torso up, while his hands held two perfect orbs, as she breathily told him how good it felt.

As he sucked her, she felt his sucking on her nipples deeply across her body. In her breast, in her stomach, between her legs.

When she could stand no more, she pulled him over and before he knew it, he was flat on his back, just inches from the sidewall of the tent, and she was once again kissing him deeply.

Her hands found his defined chest, before plunging downwards, toward his waist.

He grimaced and her weight on his cock became a discomfort.

As her pelvis twerked aggressively, she felt his erection through his trousers for the first time. Instinctively she shuffled down on his thighs, as her hand reached his bound up cock.

He subconsciously pinched her nipples hard, and her fingers pinched his phallic crown.

They broke to re-center themselves in the center of the tent. Then she knelt straddling his thighs. She was now knelt and vertical, over his thighs, and fumbling to find his zipper waistband snap.. Her gentle movements up and down his erection became more and more confident, and she took his hand, guiding it to her still-clothed crotch..

He had heard about girls getting hot, but he was still astonished at how much warmth was radiating from her. He could feel the shape of her vulva beneath her jeans, could feel her athletic legs as they joined her torso. Suddenly there was a desperation in the tent. Both she and he became impatient to explore further.

She finally unsnapped and unzipped his barrier, and pulled his trousers open. He arched to raise his ass off the floor. She quickly slid his jeans down to his ankles. Meanwhile he removed his top.

As he was doing, so she sat back and unbuttoned her jeans, slipping them over her slim hips, then sat back while she drew her legs up, to finish removing the tight, form-fitting blue jeans.

Her knees were now raised in the tent as she pulled the tight denim over her ankles. He pictured what she would look like, imagined her legs now free for him to explore. She leaned back, supported by her extended arms, while she enjoyed his explorations.

He took her foot, still raised towards her chest, and traced her smooth leg up her calf, past her knee. He felt as the flesh softened on the underside of her thigh, felt as it curved up towards her ass cheek.

And then he felt them. Her pants were as he had imagined. Plain, thin snug cotton from the feel of them. He cupped her buttocks in both hands. In the pitch dark he was feeling her open her hips up so his hands could feel the inside of her thighs. The unspoken invite compelled him to reach inwards, to feel the edge of her knickers.

He was not at all certain. He'd heard others talk of course, had read things. But he had never been able to do this before. A surge of anxiety suddenly flooded his body. Uncertainty threatened to take over.

As if by instinct, she took charge. Taking his hand, she moved it across her vulva, rested it on the hot mound which was beneath the thin layer of cotton stretched across it. He felt her thin pubic hairs beneath, the damp line forming where he knew her opening lay.

He moved his fingers across the place where he imagined her clitoris would be. That’s when he felt her cleft, the softening of her, the point at which his finger was able to press a little deeper, where the resistance of her crotch gave way to heat and openness. He stroked in small circles, finding a rhythm and the right place. He was quickly learning by her breathing and subtle movement. Her soft panting was a good indication of her enjoyment, his insecurity beginning to disappear.

She slid both her hands up is thighs, then felt the tight fabric of his boxers. Gently feeling the ascending contours, she fingers met at the apex, when she heard his groan.

He saw none of this, lying there in the deep darkness of this rainy night. But the soft touch disappeared from his phallic crown. Then he felt two soft hands on his inner thighs. They explored the caverns under his loose boxer shorts, until they again met at the maypole of this holiday.

Her thumbs rubbed the underside of his rigid mast, while her index fingers gently petted his wide spongy crown.

The hefty and labored breathing instinctively counseled her to redirect her affections.

She slid the fingers of both her hands down, around his hairy sack. While she elevated the package, both her thumbs explored the enclosed contents. Two plump meatballs responded to her thumbs’ manipulation. She even explored the cords and tubes which came from the balls and exited up into his pelvis.

Then she extracted both hands and slid them up over his remaining garment. At the top of his hips, she firmly hooked the waistband and pulled at his boxer shorts, thus releasing his erection in the cold of the tent. He felt as one hand cupped his balls, massaging him slowly, as the other hand wrapped his naked cock again.

He feared he would not be able to hold on, but his focus on her enjoyment and the temperature of the tent helped him push this urging aside for now.

She explored his textures and shapes with her thumb. He groaned and sat up, as she began to move her hand up and down his cock. She felt every detail of his length, his foreskin, the tip of him wet with precum now on her thumb.

She lifted her knees up once more, enabling him to pull her panties over her hips and up her legs, as carefully as he could. He was on his knees as her legs extended out, now finally free of restrictive fabrics.

She pulled him against her bosom as she laid her legs down to his side, and they lay beside one another. He cupped her bare ass with one hand, while his other arm wrapped under her shoulder, to stroke her back.

He was feeling his cock upwardly pressed between their hot bodies on the mess of sleeping bags. Their kiss was more open and natural than before. They lay together, her breasts against his bare chest. Again her hips began to move, his leg upper leg between hers. Her upper leg slowly came up and her lower leg hooked around his ass, so they could move as one. And this time, his movements matched hers. His hard cock rubbing against her soft downy pubic hair. It was exquisite.

His hands reached around her toned ass until he felt her warmth, and his fingers traced the edge of her soft outer labia, her tender skin covered with fine hairs. She rotated her hips back, giving his fingers increased access, and his heart raced as he felt up to where they met once more above her clitoris. Her tongue licked the nape of his neck as he began, ever so tentatively, to circle her nub with his finger. Then his thumb began slipping ever so slightly between her hot folds. He had never felt anything so sublime. He felt her tiny clit grow beneath his finger, the wetness on his finger gliding across, around, within.

Her wetness was like hot syrup, slippery and inviting. He was desperate to explore.

Sensing his desire, she rolled onto her back, allowing her legs to part slightly. He got to his knees once again, still making love as a blind man. He stroked her legs gently, following her contours from both her knees up to her vulva. He felt the soft line of pubic hair and used both hands to offer the softest line around her now-engorged lips. As his fingers met at her clitoris, he allowed his left hand to part her a little, his right feeling her wetness fully for the first time, and she nearly came immediately when his finger slipped easily into her tight cunt.

He shuffled astride her body a little, allowing her hands to reach him once more, at the moment she drew a finger from the base of his cock all the way to his tip. His sack nuzzled between her crotch, his pole elevated like the canon of a battleship.

He scooted back down a bit, to further explore the dark cave of her womb, where he discovered the hot ridges of muscle within her body as she tilted her hips towards him. He heard her pant as he began to move his finger inside her. Her one hand came to her clitoris, to accent his strokes, while her other hand embraced and stroked slowly on his erection as he began to understand how to please her.

Her right hand now rubbing her clitoris vigorously. She told him to add another finger, and the sounds became louder, her voice, his voice, the wetness between her legs as his fingers moved within. In the dark and with the others miles away, there was no need to hold back.

His fingers working in and out of her soaking hole, and he felt her muscles contract around his digits as her pace grew more and more frantic on his cock. "I'm going to come" she cried in a guttural voice he hadn't heard before, and her legs began to shake as she lifted her ass up towards him. He felt as she squeezed his fingers with her strong vaginal muscles and surge after surge of contractions around his fingers were matched with her squeezing of his cock as she choked it. As she shouted, he groaned. His senses lost equilibrium as his hips began to tingle. Then a pressure hit his cock and streams of his seed flowed from him. She felt the heat of his semen as it landed in strings across her stomach and groin.

They collapsed in an exhausted embrace. His fingers slipped from her cunt, and she released his scepter, as their orgasms pervaded.

He laid over her, with a thin layer of semen allowing their torsos to slip and slide.

Their breathing steadied as they kissed once more, a first time for both of them, the evening's pleasures replaying in both of their minds as they drifted into dreams, the rain still hammering on the tent and the wind howling around them as they slept.

He awoke in a tangle of limbs and clothes. It was now light outside the tent, but there was no sign of life from the others yet. The rain had stopped and he noticed the special quiet that often emerges after a storm. Then, he noticed how cold he was.

Gathering her sleeping bag around them both, he pulled her close, her body was warmer than his. His hands held her tanned shoulder, the muscles of her upper back flexing slightly as she brought herself towards him in her slumber.

She rolled him onto his back, then rested her head on his bare chest. The thick sleeping bag pulled up over both their heads.

He felt as her breasts pressed against his chest, her twitch he moved his hand to the small of her back. He began to doze off, half asleep once more, and yet he couldn't help but imagine, to remember the night before, and to fantasize about what might lie ahead.

She was next to stir. Her brown eyes opened, taking in the man she had allowed to be so close last night. A private smile, a finger on his blonde eyebrow, tracing the shape of his angular face, his nose. And now he awoke, their eyes meeting as each pulled the other closer in the cold.

She felt as his hand moved lower, cupping her ass softly as she sighed. Morning greetings were made, eye contact holding, smiles being shared.

They kissed with the softness of morning, the urgency of the night before now gone. Each looked into the others' eyes as their lips parted, their tongues meeting in a slow and comforting silence. Their kiss lasted a long time. Neither could tell exactly how long, but he was warm after a while, they both were. Their hands explored backs, legs, necks. She felt the enlargement as he became hard, her wetness returning.

They both held their breaths as they heard the outer zip of the other tents being undone. The sounds of waking humans, of weary friends beginning to emerge from their tents, of questions being asked.

Morning fantasies faced a detour for the two of them, without words spoken, they hugged tightly, in resignation of their mutual disappointment.

He offered to get up and make breakfast. She watched him get dressed as she regathered covers around her body. Saw his erection, his cock, for the first time. She rested her head on her hand, propped up at the elbow. She was staring with a glint of admiration in her visage. The turgid cock was slightly longer than she had imagined, not too girthy, but beautifully formed.

He was conscious of her eyes on him, feeling both excited and nervous. He turned to her, just glimpsing her small hard nipples before she winked and covered herself completely with the sleeping bag. She was disappointed at his leaving.

The others straggled to rise and gather. The conversation over breakfast was stilted and slow. Heads were fuzzy and it took a long time for the stories of the previous night to begin to be told.

The party, those girls, the long walk home as the sun was coming up. Nobody asked the remnant couple about their night. They were glad, exchanging glances, winks, and smiles; as eggs were fried and tea consumed. The day got off to a slow start. It was clear this was to be the pace of the day, a new couple out of sync with the rest of the group. As most lounged around, lazily; attempting to dry wet clothes after last night's deluge, they prepared to explore.

She slipped her hand into his as they walked towards the dunes, their bodies side-by-side, a magic tension building once more between them. The warm greyness of the morning was comforting and they walked for some miles up the desolate shore, not a person to be seen, sandpipers and oystercatchers the only accompaniment to the gentle wash of the tide and their conversation. They stopped to listen, facing out towards America, all those thousands of miles away, felt the wind in their faces, became aware of their heartbeats.

She suggested it, and he was unsure at first, but soon, they were both laughing as they dropped their bundles, stripped their layers, and ran, towards the sea. She in her tee shirt and pants, he in his boxers. They charged into the waves, feeling the cold saltwater as it slapped their legs, their hips, their stomachs, and for what felt like minutes, but was probably merely seconds, they swam, shouting and laughing, splashing and catching their breath as the freezing water tried to take it away. He watched as she dove in, her beautiful figure, her black hair sleek against her long neck. It was exhilarating for them both, a chance to be excited, stimulated.

He ran, chased by her, back to the shallows, back to the sand. They headed back to their bags amongst the grassed-over dunes where the wind was kinder and where they felt enclosed once more. She saw goosebumps on his shoulders, his skin red from the salt and the cold, water dripping down his cheeks.

He watched her as she watched him, observing her dark nipples, hard with the cold, capping the bulge of her breasts under her white cotton tee shirt. They were even more beautiful than he had imagined from touch alone.

Small, firm, well-defined, perfectly in proportion. His eyes glanced downwards and he noticed her knickers had also become sheer in the water. Her pubic hair was clearly visible to him beneath. He saw the red lines her knickers had left on her thighs before she had pulled them up, defining the curve of her mons more clearly than before, and he followed her tanned legs down to her slender ankles, her small feet. They watched one another for some time, not a word spoken, and without any sense of self-consciousness. Each taking the other in, with a sort of shivering curiosity that neither had experienced before.

She eventually reached for her bag and began to rifle around for towels. They stood facing each other and wrapped themselves in a single large bath sheet. The instant warmth a welcome contrast to the sea air against their skin. Instinctively he placed his hands on her hips, feeling her cold fingers on the small of his back.

To be continued in part 2, Based on a post by Josh stone for Literotica.

Getting It Back Up.

Based on a post by m storyman x, in 2 parts. Listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories.

"Sweetie.

I can tell you from experience, you got talked into the best fuck you

might ever get!" The waitress said with a crooked smile. "And if you

have half a brain you'll make damn sure you don't let him get away

without giving you a lot more of it!" She continued as she slid out of

the booth. "I think I better go get your breakfast now." I sat down in

the space she vacated and looked down the length of the dinner and noted

how many of the "old geezers" as she called them, were staring at us.

It

took a few minutes, but she came back looking a bit freshened up, at

least no longer sweating, and carrying plates of food which I was really

craving now. "Anything else I can get for you?" She asked in a very

businesslike tone as she knelt on the seat next to me. "I think you need

your face wiped though. Let me." she whispered as she planted a wet,

sensuous kiss on my lips, followed by a shower of slow wet kisses that

cleaned all of her cunt juices from my face. "There, much better." She

said as she pulled away, both of us panting and my cock once again hard.

"If you need anything else...please let me know and I'll be happy to

take care of it." She said with a seductive grin and a quick squeeze of

my cock.

"No,

I think this will do for now." I said as I closed my eyes for a moment,

wondering if I was going to get to eat or not, and not complaining one

way or the other. She pulled her hand from my lap and got up, leaning

over to whisper something I couldn't hear to Amanda before walking away

with a smirk on her face.

"So what did she say?" I asked Amanda after the waitress was gone.

"She said that if I was smart I would sit next to you and keep that cock hard so I can get fucked again after breakfast."

"Ah." I said as I tore into the eggs on my plate. I hadn't realized just how hungry I was.

The

rest of breakfast was quiet. Amanda ate without taking her eyes from

me, and I wondered just what she was thinking. Finally after we had

finished and the waitress had come and cleared the plates away, I asked

her. "So tell me, what's going through that mind of yours? You haven't

taken your eyes off me since we started eating."

"I

was just wondering how I managed to not get fucked by you sooner. I

mean, she's right, it was the best sex I've ever had. But then again,

it's also the only sex I've ever had with a man." She said quietly.

"You were a virgin?" I asked incredulously.

"Not

exactly. Just not with a real cock. I mean I've done things with lots

of toys, and even played around a bit, but I haven't ever been fucked

that way before."

"Well, I'm sorry it was such a public display then." I told her, honestly feeling a bit like I had taken advantage of her.

"Oh

don't be." She said as she blushed. "It was fantastic. I just wouldn't

have chosen to do it like this myself. But I think this place is

definitely back on the menu for lunch don't you?"

"Speaking

of lunch. If we plan on getting the plane fixed we better get over to

the mechanic." I said standing up and digging through my clothes to find

my wallet.

"Uh

uh." The waitress said as she came over to the table with a couple

plastic sacks. "This one was on me." She said as she wrapped her arms

around my neck and planted a soft kiss on my lips, her hard nipples

pressing into my chest. "And if you come back later you can have all the

free lunch you want, as long as you make me cum like that again!" She

whispered in my ear.

"Thank you. I think Amanda is already planning on coming back for lunch."

"Oh good." She said with a smile. "By the way, my name is Jenny."

"Hi Jenny. I'm Mike and this is Amanda. I guess it's always nice to know names, at least if you're going to have sex."

"Uh

huh". She added. "Don't be a stranger now." She said letting go of me. I

stepped back and loaded our clothes into the bags and gave Jenny a

quick kiss before turning and walking toward the doors. Every eye in the

place followed us toward the door, including the few naked women that

had showed up un-noticed someplace along the line.

It

wasn't a far walk to the mechanics, and there were a number of naked

people walking around the streets, but it still felt really odd to be

walking naked in public this way. I was beginning to wonder if it really

was worth all this to get to into Amanda's pants. I discarded the

thought quickly. Of course it was worth it! And I had a feeling it would

be worth a LOT in the future. I opened the door of Freddie's shop and

stepped into the cool, obviously air conditioned, shop.

"Can

I help you?" A young lady said, standing up from where she had been

bent over the fender of a rather expensive looking BMW Z4.

"Yeah."

I said, trying to pry my eyes away from the massive tits that were

swaying tantalizingly on her slim frame. "We're looking for Freddie?" I

said as I took in her long blond hair and sparkling green eyes.

"You

found her!" She said wiping her hands on a rag and walking toward us,

making her tits swing even more. And now that the car was not blocking

her crotch, her completely shaved mound was exposed to my view. "What

can I do for you?"

"Well."

I said dragging my gaze to her grinning face. "We had some trouble and

had to set down at your airport. The sign said to find Freddie here."

"What

kind of a plane is it?" She asked, her smile turning serious as she

realized that I was there for more than just ogling her fantastic tits.

"Corvallis 350. Lost power and I saw a few dips in the fuel pressure before we put down."

"Wow." She said with a low whistle. "That's a pretty fancy piece of equipment. Where is it now?"

"Sitting out on the taxiway. That's as far as it would go."

"Well,

we better go get it before something happens." She said as she turned

and headed toward the office. She came back a few moments later with a

set of keys in her hand. "Since you came in by plane I guess you don't

have a car." She said with a grin. "And you sure don't want to walk all

the way back to the airport dressed like that, so how about a ride? I

can take one of you."

"I don't need to go." Amanda said quickly. "Is there someplace I can wait?"

"Sure.

If you go into the back room over there you will find a nice little

sitting room. No point in exposing you to all the guys who will drop in

just for a quick look, if you know what I mean."

"Thank you. It has been a bit; well, stressful walking around this way."

"No

problem" Freddie said. "OK stud, come with me!" she added as she headed

to the back of the shop. As she led me outside, she pulled a helmet off

a shelf and headed over toward a rather racy looking Yamaha sport bike.

"You're gonna need this." She said with a grin as she picked up the

full face helmet hanging on the handle bars.

I

quickly pulled the helmet on as she did the same with hers and then

swung her leg over the bike, giving me a quick flash of cunt as she

mounted. "You know. There are guys in this town who would pay a pretty

penny for the ride your about to get!" She said through the lifted

visor, just before she hit the starter button.

I

got the idea real quick that if I wanted a ride it was going to be

behind her, so I stepped forward and pushed down the rear pegs. It only

took me a moment to step onto the bike behind her and settle onto the

small seat. What to hang on to was an issue, as was what to do about the

hard-on that was sticking up between us.

"Go

ahead. Wrap 'em around me and hold on tight!" She said with a laugh as I

tentatively put my arms around her body. Hold on tight was an

understatement. By the time we had made the first turn out of the alley I

had slid up tight to her back, pressing my hard cock between us, and

grabbing a hand full of whatever I could around her waist. She

accelerated quickly, to nearly fifty in a few seconds, and I squeezed

her tight to hang on. Eventually I realized that one hand had a near

death grip on a very nice tit, with a hardening nipple pressing into my

palm. "Nice grip!" she yelled over the engine as she stopped at a stop

sign; after which she cranked the throttle and rocketed back to fifty as

if her tail were on fire. And a very cute tail at that. She took a few

sharp turns, rolling to a stop in front of the maintenance hangar at the

airport, almost before I realized we had arrived. "Here we are!" She

said cheerily as she balanced the bike and pulled her helmet off,

sitting more upright.

"Sorry." I said as I unwrapped my arms from around her, reluctantly letting go of the handful of tit I had.

"No

worries. It was the best grope anyone has put on me in a long time!"

She said with a giggle as I climbed off from behind her. When I pulled

my helmet off here was no doubt about where her eyes were looking as she

leaned the bike onto the side stand and stepped off; making the swing

of her leg take a little longer than was probably necessary. The wet

spot on the bike seat where her cunt had rubbed was pretty obvious as

she reset her feet after stepping off. She lifted one knee almost to her

chest and set her foot on the seat of the bike, leaning forward to

re-tying a short boot that looked to be tied just fine, at the same time

allowing me an incredible view of her exposed, and obviously wet, cunt.

"So

what do you say we pull your plane down here and let's see what we can

see?" She said as she dropped her foot and cast a quick glance at my

hard cock bouncing in time with my heartbeat confirming that I had

indeed taken advantage of the view she had given me. She walked over to

the door and opened it using a key from the ring she used to start the

bike, and walked into the gloom. In a few seconds the massive bay door

began to lift open. Before it had gotten fully open I heard an engine

start deep inside and a few moments later, an old airport tug came

charging and smoking out of the hanger, squealing to a halt in front of

me.

"Come

on!" She called over the noisy engine, patting the narrow seat next to

her. I stepped onto the unusual cart and dropped into the seat next to

her just as she hit the gas and took off across the tarmac. "Don't you

just love the wind blowing in your hair?" She called as we drove down

the long taxiway toward my disabled aircraft.

"Sure. I just keep mine a bit shorter!" I said with a laugh.

"Depends on where you look!" She laughed back, instantly throwing my mind back to the view I had of her shaved cunt.

"I

guess it does!" I replied, my cock gaining some of the stiffness it had

started to lose. She whipped the little cart around in front of my

plane, almost too close in my opinion, and then hopped out to hook up

the little tow bar. It only took a moment of tugging and jerking to get

my plane's nose gear to turn and connect to the tow bar she had

unshipped from the side of the cart. With the connection made, she

jumped back in and dropped it in gear. "And away we go!" She said

jovially.

As

we moved at a crawl along the almost mile long taxiway Freddie leaned

over toward me so far her tit was pressing into my bare arm as she asked

"So what does your wife think of you running around naked with other

women?"

"Amanda? She's not my wife. She works for me." I practically shouted over the revving and smoking engine.

"Really?" She shouted back, a look of surprise on her face. "I wouldn't have guessed, I mean after the diner and all."

"Huh? What about the diner?"

"Well,

I caught a little bit of your show over there when I stopped for

morning coffee. I don't think that Jenny has been that well fucked in

years. Not since her shithead husband left her!" I could feel my face

turning red at realization that she had watched part of what ended up

being a very public sex-ibition. "Well, look at you all blushing and

all. I never would have thought you were the bashful type!" Freddie

shouted over the engine. "It's kind of cute!"

I

shook my head and looked over at her smiling face as we worked our way

slowly down the long taxiway. My eyes soon wandered down to her tits,

glistening in the sunlight with a light sheen of perspiration that was

breaking out from the hot sun. Her glance back quickly identified where

my eyes were fixed.

"Like

what you see?" She called as she reached into my lap and wrapped one

hand around my hard cock. "I have to admit your pretty damn good looking

yourself!"

"Thanks!"

I called back over the roar of the motor as we made the turn off the

taxiway toward the hanger. Her hand was still in my lap, now stroking my

cock slowly and almost automatically; her attention focused on

approaching the hanger so she didn't clip the wings of my plane as she

pulled in. The roar of the tug grew significantly as we rolled into the

hanger and made a fast U turn to point back out. I was impressed that

she managed to make such a slick move. Not only that she had, but that

she had done so one handed. Releasing my cock she reached down and hit

the key on the tug, plunging us into silence. We sat in silence for

several seconds before she slid out of the tug and walked off, coming

back a few moments later pushing a tall tool box looking cart.

"Let's

see what's going on here then!" She said as she wheeled it to the plane

and unhooked a step stool from the side. I was surprised how quickly

and how smoothly she located all the fasteners and had the cowling open;

her body bent at the waist on top of the stool and her head buried into

the engine compartment. I walked around the cart and looked at the

screen of the laptop built into the cart; the computer in the airplane

happily sharing its memories with the one in the cart. Freddie climbed

down and stepped to the computer screen, poking a few keys and making

small noises as her discoveries sent her mind off toward possible

problems and solutions. For several minutes I thought she had completely

forgotten I was even standing there, until she said "Well, it looks

like the fuel pump failed, and that is one thing that is not redundant

on these." as she pulled several tools from the box, with a pair of

mechanics gloves, and climbed back up on the tall step stool. As she

leaned into the compartment and started working deep in the engine area,

I stepped behind her, and was stunned by the view I had.

With

her standing on the stool, her firm round ass was just at face level,

and her bent body and slightly spread legs pushed her cunt out with a

most inviting view. Her full outer lips were split by a pair of soft

pink inner lips, glistening with tiny droplets of her moisture as they

spread ever so slightly apart. It was all I could do to not just lean in

and lick them, they were so inviting. I had been staring so long, and

so intently, I didn't even realize I was slowly stroking my cock and

that she was looking back over her shoulder watching me.

"If

it looks that good, why don't you do something about it?" She said

quietly, moving her feet as far apart as the stool would allow. My

brain, fully overloaded with hormones, needed no more invitation. I

stepped the few short feet between us and moved my hands to her firm

ass. Giving it a gentle squeeze I pressed my face between her creamy

cheeks and licked my tongue slowly up and down between her tender lips.

"Oh;

fuck." She mumbled as I moved a hand from her ass to between her legs,

allowing my finger to search out, and find, her hard clit. "Oh Jesus

you're good at that." She moaned as she hung onto the plane for balance

while I worked my tongue deeper inside of her and teased her hard clit

with my finger tip.

I

lost track of time as I lost myself in her succulent cunt, her moans

and wetness driving me to continue my pleasant ministrations until my

mind and body demanded more.

"Come

down here." I said, pulling my face from her cunt. She turned and

climbed down the steps facing me, and then threw her arms around my

neck. Her mouth pressed to mine as she pulled our bodies, her soft lips

teasing mine and tasting her own juices. I let my arms wrap around her

and stroke the back of her body, moving up and down her spine, from

shoulders to firm ass, as we embraced; our lips and tongues teasing

seductively. I felt one of her arms move from around my neck and trail

down to my waist, where it slid between us, finding my hard cock. She

wrapped her hand around it and stroked it in the confined space a few

times before she pushed her body away from mine slightly. Her hand

forced my cock down until it was bent slightly downward, and then she

pulled herself back toward me, positioning me between her legs, the top

side of my cock rubbing against her wet cunt.

"Oh

yes!" She moaned into my mouth as she her arm returned to my neck and

she began to hump her hips to mine, riding my cock in short choppy

strokes. "Oh God yes." I heard and felt her moan as her whole body began

to tremble. "I'm going to cum!" She squeaked loudly as she buried her

head in my shoulder and humped her hips harder against mine. I felt her

teeth gently bite my shoulder as she tried to stifle the cry of pleasure

that was escaping her lips; her whole body twitching and jerking. I

held her tightly for long seconds while her orgasm faded and her

breathing began to return to normal, my hard shaft still trapped between

her legs. Shakily she pushed away from me and looked into my eyes. "I

can't believe I just did that. I don't just go around having sex with

strangers." She whispered, her eyes looking into mine as if searching

for something. Finally, after several long seconds, she seemed to make

up her mind about what she was looking for and in a very quiet, girlish

voice asked me, "Will you fuck me? Please?"

"I'd

love to." I whispered back, reaching for her hands that were still

around my neck. I pulled her hands from my neck and then used them to

guide her as I walked backwards, around the wing and toward the

fuselage. I felt my back come to rest against the side of the plane and

pulled her close to me; letting go of her hands I slid mine down to her

waist, and stepping away from the plane turned her until she was backed

up against the wing. I smiled and lifted her slightly, setting her bare

bottom on the edge of the wing and then sliding my hands down her legs

as she leaned back. I hooked my hands under her knees and lifted and

spread her legs; stepping between them until the head of my cock was

just touching her wet lips. She laid all the way back on the wing and

pulled her legs wide with her own hands as I rubbed the head of my cock

around her wet cunt, both spreading her lubrication around my head while

also teasing her now fully exposed clit.

"Oh

fuck." She whispered as the head of my cock pressed gently into the

entrance of her tunnel. I pressed in only enough for my head to slip

slightly inside and then pulled it out again, rubbing it around her wet

lips and back and forth across her clit. Again, I entered her extremely

tight tunnel, sinking in slightly deeper before pulling out and teasing

her clit again.

"Yes!

Do it! Please!" She begged, her eyes staring straight at mine as I sunk

slightly deeper into her. I pressed and slowly sunk into her cunt,

allowing her to expand around my mushroom head as her cunt slowly

consumed my long shaft. "Oh my God!" She moaned as my balls finally

rested against her firm ass. She laid her head back on the wing as I

started to slowly withdraw from her again, stopping this time while only

my head was inside. I pressed into her again, slightly faster than

before, her cunt gripping me snuggly with each inch that entered her.

Again I pulled back, and slid into her, faster than the last time.

"Oh

fuck!" She moaned as I began pumping in and out of her hot tunnel,

faster with each stroke. I reached up to her huge, sexy tits and began

to tease and pull her nipples in time with my strokes. Each time my hips

bumped her sexy ass her whole body shook, making her big tits swirl

around; her nipples pulled and twisted by the natural motion of her sexy

mounds.

"Oh

God. I won't last much longer!" I said between gritted teeth, knowing

that my climax was building, only seconds from pumping its hot load into

her sexy body.

"Not

in me! Please, not in me!" She moaned as her whole body trembled with

its building climax. In frustration, I pulled from her cunt, and pressed

my cock against her wet lips with one hand. The friction of her hard

clit sliding up and down the bottom of my shaft was enough to push us

both over the top. Her whole body was shaking as my cock began to spew

its load out, lancing shot after shot of hot cum across her tits and

stomach until she was covered in my cum. Some of it sliding and dripping

off her big tits.

She

let go of her legs and reached out to draw them around me, holding me

against her pelvis as she lay panting, rubbing the cum around her body

like lotion. "I always wondered how that would feel." She said quietly.

"What's that?" I asked with some confusion. "Getting squirted on?"

"Oh,

that and being fucked by a real cock . Jackie does a pretty good job of

taking care of most of my horniness with her toys. But that was

definitely different!"

"Who's Jackie?" I asked, even more confused.

"Jackie

is my partner." She said as if that explained everything. In a way it

did, but it also brought up so many more questions.

"Um,

I see, I think." I said as she disengaged her legs from around me and

pushed herself up to sit on the wing. She reached for my neck and pulled

my face down to hers, giving me a long slow wet kiss that had an almost

immediate effect, starting mister happy growing again.

"Hmmm,

looks like your batteries recharge faster than my favorite toy." She

said with a giggle as she felt my growing hardness against her belly.

"But I think I better take care of that fuel pump before we go down this

road again."

With

that she pushed me away and slid off the wing, standing in front of me

and leaning in for another long slow kiss. "You know." She whispered, as

her hand found my cock and stroked it slowly, "I could kiss you all

day. You are such a damn good kisser."

"You're not so bad yourself." I whispered as my hands stroked the sides of her large tits.

"Hmm,

Thank you!" She cooed with a smile as she let go of my cock and pushed

me away. "I better get to work or we'll be at this all day!"

"Is that a problem?" I asked with a laugh.

"Maybe."

She answered simply as she walked around the wing, headed back to the

engine area. I watched her climb up the stool again and could not resist

the temptation to tease my fingers between her wet lips while she bent

over to work. "Oh God. You keep that up and I'm going to make you fuck

me again!" She said from inside the cowling.

"And

that would be a problem why?" I asked. Without a word she spent almost

fifteen minutes bent over in the cowling working before pushing herself

out to stand up on the stool. She climbed down with a part in her hand

and then turned around to set it down on the stool. She bent over and

stuck her ass out at me. "Ok. You wanted it, it's yours!" She said as

she spread her legs apart and arched her back so her cunt stuck out at

me.

"You want it?" I teased.

"Fuck

yes! You've been teasing the shit out of me and I'm almost ready to cum

already!" She said with a laugh. "If you don't stick that cock in me I

think I'm going to die!"

"I

can arrange that!" I said with a grin as I stepped behind her. I rubbed

the head of my cock around her wet lips and slid easily into her well

lubricated tunnel, eliciting a small moan from her.

"Oh,

so nice!" She said as I started stroking, long and slow, into her. I

took my time, working in and out at a leisurely pace, not wanting to

rush things; and also realizing that her very tight tunnel would fire me

off in about two seconds if I really went at it. Even so, it seemed

like only a few short minutes before I felt my balls tightening up as

her climax approached. I could feel the first pulsations in her velvety

tunnel as her climax worked right to the edge. I reached around her and

found her nipples with my hands and gave each one a gentle squeeze and

pull, causing her to cry out as her orgasm crashed suddenly over her.

Her body jerked and spasmed around my cock as I continued to stroke into

her; my own climax only moments away. I pulled out and started to

stroke my own cock to completion, only to be met with a cry of "No!"

With

a smile I aimed my cock at her still open hole and stuffed it back in.

The extra sensation of re-entering her pushed me over the top and my

body jerked, ramming my cock deep into her cunt as it gushed the first

of many shots of my cum into her. Time and again my body jerked and

added to the volume trapped in her cunt, before it finally slowed and I

stood panting, my cock shriveling inside her.

"Oh god that was intense!" She panted from where she leaned on the stool. "I hope you have a lot more where that came from."

"I do, why?"

"Because

your fuel pump is shot and you're going to be stuck here 'till

tomorrow." She said with a grin as she pulled off my cock and turned to

face me.

"Well, I suppose I can always get a room at the hotel."

"What

hotel? There isn't one. What I can do is offer for the two of you to

stay at our place. I know that Jackie hasn't been fucked by a guy in

years, but I think you just might be man enough to charm her into it."

"Why would I want to do that?" I asked.

"Well,

since you already fucked my girlfriend, I might want a little myself!" I

heard a voice behind me say. I turned around and saw a very sexy woman

in her mid-twenties, long blond hair flowing over her shoulder and down

her front almost to her thin waist; partially obscuring a set of tits

that were easily as big as Freddie's.

"Not

to mention that cute thing you have with you might be a nice payback

too." I looked back and forth between the two women, eventually asking

if they were serious.

"Oh

I'm quite serious." Jackie said as she stepped up to me and stroked

down my chest with a finger. "If you could seduce Freddie, then you must

be pretty good. And I am always ready for 'pretty good'!" She said as

she let her fingers slide around my balls and cup them in her hand.

"So, you game to stay the day, and night, with the two of us?" she challenged.

"Well, since I'm stuck here I don't see any reason to turn down such generous accommodations." I answered.

"Good.

It's settled then. Freddie will bring you home when she gets done here,

and I'll go collect your little friend from the shop and see how sweet

she really is." Jackie said as she turned and walked away, her cute ass

wiggling seductively as she went.

"What

have I gotten myself into?" I asked myself as Freddie walked toward the

office area with my defunct fuel pump in her hand. I had a feeling I

was going to be very tired by the time the morning of the 15th rolled

around.

Based on a post by m storyman x, for Literotica