Me and Jill part two [part 2 of 3]
By: nycbabe (mishc88@yahoo.com)

I was so excited to be Jill’s first, that I quickly got rid of my clothes, my cock sprang out of my underwear, rock hard.
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What are you doing?

What does it look like I am doing? Don’t tell me you have never seen a naked cock before.

Well, sort of. I mean, the room was dark and Rex didn’t help things because he was lying on top of me.

She moved a little closer and stared at her for several seconds and closed her hand around my shaft.

That feels good.

She slowly started to stroke my cock and I closed my eyes at the sensation, but then I had to pull her hand away.

I thought you liked that.

I do baby, but the last thing I want to do is cum too soon.

Jill seemed to understand that, and with a smile, she slowly undressed as I watched and I was amazed at the curvy body that she had hidden under all those conservative outfits she used to wear to school.

Pefect 36DD’s with large tan nipples, long supple legs and her pussy was covered by neatly groomed pubic hair. Not bushy, but it completely covered her mound and hid her pussy from my curious eyes.

You are beautiful. We lay down on the bed together and I began to kiss her lips, her beautiful neck and those luscious breasts and those sweet nipples. She was sighing in pleasure the whole time. I left a trail of kisses from her breasts to the small of her flat stomach. When I tried to go lower, she clamped her legs together.

Open your legs, I want to see your pussy.

No, I do not want you to lick my vagina.

What? Why not? I heard girls love to have their pussies licked and kissed,

Why are you forcing me? Don’t expect me to let you put your penis in my mouth, either.

I backed off fast. Okay, okay, relax. I won’t do it if you don’t want me to. I never forced a girl before, I am not going to start now. I may have mentioned that her parents were very conservative and I am sure they never had the sex talk with her. Or if they did, they left out the pleasures of the flesh.

Then again, I couldn’t picture her parents or any for that matter talking to their daughters about giving and receiving oral sex.

I resumed kissing her breasts and those nipples.

Dan I want you to make love to me.

I need no further encouragement, but wanted to get her to tell me in explicit terms what she wanted because I always found it sexy , and I was tired of her g-rated sex talk.

What?

I want you to put your penis inside me.

Jill, tell me exactly what you want me to do.

I want you to hump me.

I smiled. Who on earth still used that term unless they were in 4th grade?

Come on Jill, tell me you want me to fuck your tight little pussy with my cock.

Jill’s lovely face flushed red and she squeezed her eyes shut as if to block out the words and said I want you to put your cock in my pussy and fuck me.

I rubbed the tip of my condom sheathedcock against her clit before I put just the head of it into her virgin pussy.

I claimed her lips in a slow hot kiss that I continued as I pressed forward. I felt a resistance and pushed through it, hearing a whimper from Jill. I held still for a few seconds so that her pussy could stretch to accomodate me and then began to thrust into her. She was so tight. I wanted my Jill to feel pleaure the first time and eased one of my hands between us and and tickled her clit while my cock pounded her hole beneath it.

She was moaning soflty as I fucked like I had done so many times before in my dreams. Soon, she was moaning louder and louder as I felt her pussy muscles clamp around my cock, squeezing my orgasm out of me as she shook beneath me.

I collapsed on top of her and lay there for several long minutes in my post orgasm bliss. I finallly got up to get rid of the used condom and lay back down next to Jill. It had been a wonderful ending to a perfect night.

The nex few years passed quickly, and Jill and I were constant companions, getting together to fuck a few times a week. She still wasn’t interersted in oral sex, but since I had gotten her to try other positons like her on top and doggy style, I didn’t mind too much.

I still had a secret desire to see her pussy hairless and then eat her out till she came or have her take my cock in her mouth, but I realized that these would probably remain as they were…secret desires. A year before we graduated from college, I asked her parents for her hand in marriage and they gave us their blessing and Jill had accepted.

As our last year of college drew to a close, our life seemed to be falling into place. Jill was to start her new job in the fall as a teacher at the same high school we had attended and I was still at the business firm that I had started working at as mail clerk when I was a teenager. Of course, I had moved up and was no longer working in the mail room. first time lesbien stories

We had decided on a late June wedding and I will never forget the day she came down the aisle in a beautiful white dress. She looked exqusite.

I dont mean to gloss over our wedding day, but I’d rather tell you about our wedding night.

Jill had come out of the bathroom in a short little white silky thing, showing off her shapely thighs to full advantage. I was already naked, I was so horny for her, I could hardly wait. I pushed her back on the bed and pushed the silky thing up to her breasts and froze. Jill had gotten her pussy waxed, because it was as smooth as a baby’s butt.

Dan, I have a wedding present for you…I will let you kiss my pussy and I will suck your cock but if I don’t like it, you have to promise not to ask me about it ever again.

I wasted no time, going right for that bare pussy, poking my tongue into her wet hole, loving the taste, tracing my tongue around the lips and sucking her clit. She was quiet for awhile, but after a few minutes, she started grunting as she pushed her pussy in my face.

That’s it Dan, eat my pussy.

I kept at it until she started to pant.

I,m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m cummmmiinnnggg!

Before she even stopped, I slid up the bed and thrust my cock into her spasming pussy. I had never made love to Jill without a condom before and my cock had been excited beyond belief and much to my dismay, I came after only 10 strokes.

Are you okay Dan?

Yeah, I fine.

It’s okay Dan.

Whatever! I was mad at myself, and I yanked the sheet up to my waist to hide my soft shriveled cock. Jill yanked it back down and after a few seconds took my small cock into her mouth and I could feel her tongue going up the length, her other hand gently grasping my balls. Before long. she got my cock hard again. This time when I entered her, I stayed hard long enough to give her another orgasm. Then I flipped her over to do her doggy style. Now my wife has a beautiful full ass that I love to squeeze when I am fucking her missionary style. As it is, I was admiring the view while I slammed my hard cock into her pussy, while she pushed back.

My cock started to swell in her tight pussy and just when she climaxed , her pussy clamped down on my cock, wringing my orgasm out of me.

AAAaaahhhh! Jill I love youuu!

To be continued…

• Dorm stories i [part 1 of 3] by: sin d
• Liz and pauls first time

I remember…
By: No one U no

Sunlight streams into the open window and I try to ignore it’s insistent rays that push it’s way into my sleepy eyes until I give up. I stretch and wince at the soreness between my legs. I hug the blankets to myself, reluctant to get out of bed and can smell the faint scent of your cologne and the even fainter smell of sex. Funny how I never knew that sex had a smell.

I giggle slightly, remembering the previous night when you were having hard time getting your cock in my pussy. You didn’t realize that I had never had sex before. Boy, were you ever surprised!
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I finally get up and head to the shower naked. I had never slept in the buff before and found it strangely liberating. I step under the warm needles of water and wash the sleep and sex off my hair and my body, my soapy hands lingering on my firm breasts.

I get out and towel off and look at myself in the mirror. The same brown eyes stare back at me.

Knowing I am being foolish, I wish there was some obvious outward sign that tells everyone that I no longer a part of the V club…I have had sex! I make a face at myself and leave the bathroom to get dressed.

I pick out a pair of red silk panites to wear under a black mini skirt topped by a v necked bright red top over my red lace bra covered breasts that highlight my cleavage and after a quick twisting of my wet hair into a chignon and a light touch of make-up, I am done and leave my room.

I hear the lawn mower outside and follow the sound. In the yard next to ours, you are busy mowing the lawn. From the looks, you are almost done.

I watch you and you have not seen me yet. I glance at the strong muscled biceps as you push the machine around. You pause and lift your shirt to wipe the sweat off your face and reveal a set of taut tan rock hard abs. I close my eyes, remembering the way they felt when I ran my fingers over them. Your shorts ride low on your hips…I follow the sharp angles of your hip bones are that so different than mine and know another couple inches and your cock would be exposed. You glance up and see me standing there and you give me that sexy smile I love and know so well. You finish up your lawn mowing and walk over to the fence.

Hey beautiful. I see you are finally up.

I can’t believe I slept so late.

You must have been tired last night.

I wonder why. I reply, raising my eyebrows at you.
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You smirk. I could tell you why, or better yet, I could show you.

Don’t even think of coming near me. You smell and I don’t want to get all hot and sweaty.

I didn’t hear you complain last night. You tease.

I laugh with you and you reaches out a hand to caress my face and I step back.

Honestly, go take a a shower. I have to run some errands anyway.

I leave you in his yard and get into my car to run the errands I said I had to do.

I return an hour later and notice your car is not in your driveway. You must have gone out as well, I think disappointed. I go back inside to do the laundry and strip the sheets off my bed, pausing to see the cum stains on them and smile.

The night before was the first time I had ever sucked a guys cock while he licked my pussy and I was so close to cumming when you stopped. You pulled your cock out of my mouth and stroked yourself hard till you came all over my bed.

Once you were done, you resumed eating my pussy and gave me such an intense orgasm, my clit still tingled minutes later.

I stick the sheets in the washer and start it. I make the bed with fresh sheet and glance outside. Your car isn’t back yet.

I go back to my room and start to clean up and notice the empty condom wrapper you used. Or rather wrappers since we made love more than once. I pick them up to toss them in the bathroom trash and remember how you lovingly used the wet washcloth hanging there to wipe my pussy clean after you deflowered me.

I sigh and close my eyes as I sit on my bed.

You had kissed me so passionately while you spread my legs, your cock hard and ready to penetrate my soft folds. It hurt when you entered my virgin pussy, stretching it in a way it had never been stretched before. Your cock had to be bigger than average. I had seen and touched others, and you seemed bigger. I bit my lip from crying out as you pushed and prodded for entry. You pull back and I hear you mutter a curse under your breath. You push forward again and again, you pull out. Once more then you stop and look into my eyes.

What the hell? Are you a virgin?

Of course.

How is that possible? You wonder aloud, and gritting your teeth, you thrust more forcefully this time and then slide in all the way till you are balls deep in my pussy. The pain I initally felt gave way to the most intense pleasure I had ever felt.

How do I explain why I had remained a virgin at my age? I had always believed that sex was something best saved for two adults that cared and or loved each other, not a game to play as a kid. I respected myself more than that and you just happened to be the first man I wanted as a lover.

You thrust slowly at first, giving me time to get used to being full of cock and I am moaning aloud. You go a little faster and a little deeper and a little harder and I feel my orgasm build.

Even now, thinking back, I can’t help but slip my hands into my panties and stimulate my clit and finger my still a little bit sore slit. My pussy grows wet and my chest starts to heave as I lay back comfortably on my clean sheets and continue to remember.

Your thrusts get harder still and you urge me to cum as you tell me how good I feel.

Aww, baby…your pussy is so fucking tight. You are so wet and so hot, cum all over my big cock.

I can’t talk, so lost in the pleasure zone of being fucked good and hard and the feeling is so indescriably good, that words fail me.

I hear moans of ecstasty, not realizing it is me making those sounds.

I feel my orgasm build and I am about to cum. Just as in my daydreaming, I rush towards a powerful orgasm and cum in a torrent of pussy juices and moan aftewards.

I slowly open my eyes and see you standing there your hand on your cock that is hard.

How long have you been standing there? I ask, a bit embarassed to have been caught masturbating while reliving the previous night’s lovemaking.

Long enough. It was so damn hot watching you. What were you thinking of when you were touching yourself? You ask casually, as if you weren’t standing there with your pants open.

You have showered since that morning, wearing a clean white polo that sets off your black hair and deep tan.

I was thinking about last night.

Which part? You wants to know, taking off your pants followed by your shirt. My pussy muscles clench in anticipation of being penetrated again by his cock.

I stare at you your body stirring so many strong emotions. Noticing that you are absolutely beautifully proportioned. Long strong legs, well formed chest, hands that have the strength to wrestle with a lawn mower yet gentle enough to caress my breasts. All covered in a light amount of dark hair, just like the hair at the base of your big cock

Well?

I smile.

All of last night. I tell you, and you advance on me. I feel your kiss on my neck, hand dipping into the front of my shirt.

You were amazing last night. You whisper in my ear.

You move hands to the wasitband of my skirt and pull it down to my ankles. You then help me off with my top till I am clad in only my red bra and matching panties

Let’s have a look. You say, pulling me into a standing position,remove my panties and push me back to a seated postion and hold my knees apart and sit between them, your face inches away from my pussy as you inspect it. I feel your fingers gently touch my slit.

Not too bad. Just a little bit of chafing. I thought I had really hurt you last night. You weren’t that wet when I first tried to fuck you. I had no clue, but I am honored to be your first.

With those words, you lean forward and begin to kiss my pussy. I feel you take my clit into your mouth while you are stroking your cock.

I love it when you lick me there, but you don’t do it for too long. You get up, pull another condom out of it’s wrapper and once you are properly sheathed, push me back on the bed and ease that cock of yours back into my pussy.

This time, our fucking last longer than it did the night before. You give me two orgasms to your one, and as I cling to your broad back in the throes of orgasm, I feel you shudder and groan loudly and know that you have just cum as well.

Remembering the first time was great, but not nearly as great as experiencing the next time.

True story…feedback welcome.

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Friends with Benefits
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By: RedHeadedHottie

It is surprising how a friendship can change in one day. Taylor was attempting to study at the library one afternoon. Her schedule was very intense and stressful. She had an Organic Chemistry test the next day, but still she could not seem to focus on the words in the text book. John, a fellow Resident Assistant on campus, was chatting casually with her on instant messenger. They went through the normal hey, how are you conversation. However, the conversation changed rather unexpectedly. The new topic was the sexuality encompassing redheads. John and Taylor were both natural redheads, with the personalities to prove it. When the conversation took this turn, John confided in Taylor that he had very little sexual experience. He had been dating someone since the summer, yet she lived very far away. Taylor’s only solution for John was to find a bad girl. He had quite a few questions as to how friends with benefits actually works.

Taylor intently explained how everything should be approached in the situation. Once John had listened to the advice, he suggested they try to make it work. Taylor was shocked and intrigued by the invitation. The next night John asked Taylor to come and watch a movie with him. Taylor walked in nervously and they started the movie. They crawled into bed and the feeling of his body on Taylor’s was electric. There was an immediate connection and spark between the two. Throughout the movie John held Taylor close and was very affectionate with every light touch to her warm body. John finally became very bold and lifted Taylor’s chin very gently and kissed her lightly. The kisses became more intense as the night went on and the room began to spin.

Finally, they fell asleep with John’s arms wrapped tightly around Taylor’s body.

As time went on John and Taylor grew closer with each passing day. The time that passed was filled with affection and lust. Each day spent together was filled with pleasure and experimentation. Yet, the most amazing day was still to come.
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John decided to sneak to Taylor’s room one afternoon and surprise her. He walked into the room and forcefully pushed her onto the bed. His body overcame Taylor’s and his mouth enveloped her.

John’s tongue felt like an electric shock sending a current through her body each time it came into contact with her own tongue. She could feel his dick twitching with anticipation. Taylor’s body was open for him to roam freely. John’s hands ran through her hair and gripped her neck with intensity as their lips never parted. Their kiss was broken as he removed her shirt with one swift movement. Her fingernails roamed his back with gentle, yet intense scratches. John exposed her tits and paid attention to each nipple fervently. Her back arched as he nibbled on her left, pierced nipple. Taylor pulled John’s shirt over his head and roamed his perfectly shaped upper body with her lips and hands. The intense passion running through Taylor’s body overtook her, as John unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them away from her body with determination.

His hands slid under her satin thong as his fingers felt the wet heat radiating from her slit. John’s fingers made small gentle circles around her clit as he drove her wild, while continuing to kiss and bite her neck. She began to claw at his back as the first wave of climax overtook her entire body. Their lips met in a furry of lust. Taylor flipped John onto his back and kissed her way down his chest until she reached the line of his happy trail. As she removed his pants and boxers, she released his huge dick. She took the length of it into her warm mouth. Seeing the longing on his face gave her a boost of confidence she had never experienced before. She ran her tongue down his warm plump balls, sucking gently on each one equally.

Finally she gave him all she could, as she sucked gently on his hard, throbbing dick. Her seductive eyes kept his attention and he pulled her up for a long desperate kiss.

John pushed Taylor onto her back and stripped her thong from her body, leaving her completely naked. He kissed Taylor deeply, engulfing her mouth. John’s hands gently slid down her body as his tongue found her wet pussy for the first time. The tip of his tongue found her swollen clit and he put slight pressure on the area as he made small circles. With Taylor’s hands in his thick, red hair, John’s tongue ran down her slit to taste all the wonderful juices she had to offer.

Her body became rigid and her legs began to quiver as another orgasmn rushed through her entire body. John leaned forward and collapsed on her naked body, kissing her passionately.

John looked deep into Taylor’s eyes and she smiled and nodded seductively. They kissed gently, yet it was filled with lust and desire. His hands slid down her sides, giving her goose bumps. Finally, he guided his huge, fully erect dick into her wet pussy. She winced as the pressure increased due to the size of his dick. He entered her completely and after a few strokes, her body became somewhat accustomed to his unusual size. His pace began to quicken as his throbbing dick entered and retreated from her dripping wet pussy.

She took control and pulled away from John and began to ride his dick eagerly. John’s hands roamed her hips and ass, as she kissed him lustfully. She slid the length of his dick in and out of her tight pussy, slowly at first. Taylor could hold back no longer and her thrusts became faster. As her breathing became more erratic her pussy walls began to tighten around his enormous dick. She let out a series of loud moans and whimpers. She collapsed and shuddered with waves of ecstasy running through her body. John pushed Taylor onto her back as he thrust gently into her. He lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder as his thrusts became more rhythmic. His pace quickened and she exploded with the most intense orgasmn she had ever experienced.

As her orgasmn was at its highest peak, John went rigid and moaned as he came long and hard. He collapsed on top of her spent body.

John and Taylor’s breathing finally began to slow as they lay together and talked casually. His hands ran across her skin gently and passionately until they fell asleep with their naked, exhausted bodies intertwined.

The ultimate question is . . . was all this worth the risk?

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Dorm Stories I [part 1 of 3]
By: Sin D. (rthoms146@gmail.com)

I sure have come a long way from the meek little farmtown girl to the high-powered ad exec I am today. Really, I think it all started for me when I got accepted to college. I knew it was going to be a big transition for this little prom queen to adjust to the big city. But I had no idea how big an adjustment it was going to be.

Back home, I had it all. In the yearbook I was voted most beautiful graduate. And I had my pick of the football team. Now, you’d think I was getting nailed left, right and centre. Fact is, that last summer before I left, I was still a virgin. Jimmy and I had been an item for about a year and a half. We both stuck around to work for a year after high school. To save a bit of money for college. But truth is, I was looking for a change, and I didn’t really see Jimmy and I staying together forever.

He took the news okay I guess. I mean, it wasn’t like he was getting pussy anyway. Just a hand-job now and then. Which, I had to admit, I was getting pretty good at.

But one thing was really getting to me. Here I was, eighteen, almost nineteen. Going into college. And I was still a spinster. Really, God knows who I’d meet out there. And I liked the thought of Jimmy being my first. I figured I’d finally break this guy off a piece. Sort of a going-away present.

After my last shift at the drug store, I met him at the abandoned barn where we usually made out. Up in the hayloft it started, business as usual. Then while rubbing his cock, I dropped the bomb.

Jimmy, I want you to be my first.

He stared at me, dumbfounded for a few seconds, then frantically started taking his pants off. It took him a lot longer than I expected to get the condom on. Finally, he was rock-hard and ready. I had broken my hymen as a little girl, and figured it wasn’t going to hurt much. How wrong I was. As he forced himself in, it felt like he was going to tear me in two. It felt so weird feeling something alive inside of me. The pain slowly morphed into pleasure. And after a few minutes of spastic twitching, he moaned and filled the condom. That’s it? I thought to myself.

College was pretty intimidating at first.

Here I was, the beauty queen of my home town, but the girls here were so much prettier than I was. Long, flowing hair, dressed to the nines. A pretty sharp contrast to my shoulder-length un-dyed hair and my flannel shirt with boy-cut jeans. I was definitely out of my element. It took me awhile to find my room in the dorm. When I finally did find it, I stammered in, heaving my luggage and flopped it down on the bed. I was startled by a rather large man, with a shaved head and a goatee sitting on the opposite bed.

Hey, I’m Ron, I’ll be your roommate, he said getting up, extending his hand. I cautiously shook it. There had to be some mistake.

I knew this was a co-ed dorm, but I was under the impression that I would be rooming with another girl. How the hell was I going to get undressed with this guy in the room? Suddenly Ron starts chuckling. I’m sorry, you gotta see your face. Just then a toilet flushes and the door behind me opens up.

You ass, a full-figured girl walks out with a big grin and smacks his on the arm. Don’t scare the girl. Hi, I’m Crystal, and this is my asshole boyfriend. She turns to me with her hand extended.

I got some good vibes off Crystal. She seemed really warm and friendly. She had this long straight light-brown, almost red hair. She was just a little taller than me, with this tiny waste, but a big ass and … wow, huge breasts. She even had a few little freckles on her nose that looked really cute. Next to her I felt like an eight-year-old boy.

We were just going to grab a bite to eat, wanna come?

Um, yeah. I didn’t want to be the third wheel, but at the same time I didn’t like the thought of eating alone.

This place is kinda crazy, and the cafeteria’s going to be packed. Let’s head off-campus and get some pub grub.

Sounds good.

I had no idea what ‘pub grub’ was. But, I was here for an experience, and I was sure to get one.

We got acquainted over nachos, wings and a veggie platter. A few pitchers later and I felt a little more relaxed. While Ron was in the bathroom, Crystal asked if it would be okay that Ron spends the night now and then. I wasn’t really comfortable with that, but I didn’t want to come off as a priss, so I said okay.

I didn’t realise they meant that night. Or every night for the rest of the semester. Almost as soon as we got back to the room, they started in on each other. With casual necking, then Crystal’s completely naked.

Then Ron’s clothes came off. (And, as a side note. I thought Jimmy’s 4 ½ inches was big. But Ron was like nothing I had ever seen before. Like, HUGE). Then he was on top of her. And they never seemed to stop. Like, you figure Ron’s got to come at some point, but they just kept rockin’ it all night long. All the time, with me there right in the room.

And, that was my life for the first couple days. Hanging out with them during the day, and listening to them fuck all night. It was by accident that I ended up saying more than a simple greeting to anyone. See, every room had to share a bathroom with the room next to it. So, when you went in, you not only locked your door, but the door to the next dorm room. Well, one day when I was heading to the bathroom to change, (I always changed in the bathroom, because Ron and Crystal were always fucking, and I didn’t want to change in front of them), there was a blonde girl in there sitting on the toilet. I was embarrassed at first, but then I could see she wasn’t using the toilet, she we just sitting there. It looked like she had been crying. She was really pretty.

Blonde hair kept back with a hair band, deep blue eyes and some very impressive cleavage poking out from under her tank top.

Oh sorry, do you need to use the bathroom? she said, looking up.

No no, well, I just need to change, I said holding up my clothes. She looked confused.

Why can’t you change in your room? I held the door open behind me so she could see the display going on in my living space. She started laughing.
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Oh my god, they’re really going at it. You know, I doubt they’d notice, you probably have all the privacy you need, she said still watching Ron and Crystal.

Yeah well, I’m still a little uneasy about the whole thing.

Well, tell you what, she really couldn’t keep her eyes off them, once you’re changed, come visit me and we’ll watch some TV.

Her name was Rachael. I walked in awkwardly in my striped pyjamas. She smiled a bit.

You look cute.

Yeah, it’s all I’ve got.

Don’t worry hun, we’ll get you something sexy.

We talked all night, sitting on her bed. Her roommate had a death in the family, and wasn’t going to show up for awhile, so we had the room to ourselves. She had been an experimental girl almost her whole life. She loved the boys and had bounced back and forth from guy to guy until the past spring when she fell in love with a guy she worked with. She had figured she found Mr. Right, until her best friend called her that night and confessed to sleeping with him every night since Rachael left home. You could see she was upset, but she was taking it very well.

Whatever, this is a new leaf for us all. And, I’m going to fuck so many guys and suck so much dick. He’s the one missing out, not me. If he wants that cheap little bitch, he can have her.

We talked until three in the morning, lying on the bed chatting like old friends. I liked Rachael a lot, and didn’t mind when she fell asleep with her head on my chest. I lay there for awhile, comforting my new friend, then slid out of bed and shut the TV off. I considered climbing into the free bed, but I felt uncomfortable not asking, and just opted to go back to the fuck-fest.

Sure enough, they were still at it. So I quietly climbed in to bed and tried to get to sleep. But then I started watching them. I had to admit, all this talk of sex had really got me hot. The thing is, I wasn’t watching Ron. I knew what Crystal saw in him, he was big and muscular, like a big protective teddy bear.

And he was funny as hell and fun to be around. But he wasn’t that good looking, shaven head and just a little bit fat. No, I was watching Crystal. The way she tilted her head back, eyes shut mouth slowly opening as she came. Those tits flopping around as Ron pounded away at her. And I found I was touching myself. Getting caught up in my own moment. And after a few circular motions on my pyjama bottoms, my knees were up, and my hand was down the front of my pants rubbing my slit and finger fucking myself.

Suddenly, I noticed it had gotten quiet. They had finally finished. I looked over and saw them spooning each other, staring at me, smiling. I had never been so embarrassed in my whole life. I turned towards the wall and curled up in the blankets. I just wanted to cry. I could hear Crystal get up behind me. I just wanted her to burst into flames.

Carrie, Carrie, it’s okay, I felt her sit on the bed, and she was rubbing my back, I’m so sorry, that was rude of us. We just caught you in the act, and you looked so hot. Don’t be embarrassed. We won’t say anything to anyone. Carrie, please look at me.

I turned towards her.

She was still naked. Her right foot on the floor, her left curled up under her on the bed which left her snatch wide open and staring at me. Normally it would have bothered me, but I just didn’t care right now. I hadn’t smelled any kooch other than my own, but I had to admit, she smelled nice.
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I’m just not used to this. I only had sex once before coming here. And I knew there’d be sex here, but it seems like everywhere I look people are fucking, okay, I was exaggerating, but I was upset and starting to cry now.

Pretty bad culture shock huh? Look, you’ll get used to it and we’ll cool it off for awhile.

Aw man, Ron said from the other side of the room. I knew he was joking, and the way he said it made me laugh through my tears.

You get yourself off as much as you want, and we promise not to stare. And, if the mood should ever hit you, and you want to join us, you just jump in any time. We’re okay with that, I laughed a bit. I’m serious, but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. And if we’re making you uncomfortable, please let us know.

Crystal bent down to hug me, I sat up to receive, and her tit swung up and caught me in the eye. We both laughed and she apologized, kissing my temple. I watched her crawl back into bed with Ron, and they talked so low I couldn’t hear what they were saying.

I was pretty mad at myself for breaking down like that. I didn’t come here for people to treat me like a baby. I was a big girl. And, so what, they caught me masturbating. I owed it to myself to do something rash.

Under the sheets I took off my stupid tomboy pyjamas. Stripped down to nothing. I took a deep breath and got out of bed. Ron noticed me first. I wanted so bad to turn back, put my little girl PJ’s back on and go to sleep, but it was too late now. Time to go big or go home. I stood at their bed for a moment. I’m sure I was trembling.

Mind if I crawl in?

They glanced at each other, astonished, then Crystal gave me a smile and lifted the sheets.

Climb aboard. I snuggled up against Crystal’s soft naked body, hoping they would make a move, because I was completely out of my element here.

Look, I’m just going to lay this out on front street Carrie, Ron started, you’re hot as hell, but Crystal’s my girl. We can kiss and touch, but I won’t be penetrating you in any way shape or form. Just puttin’ that out there, it’s not you.

I was pretty relieved at that actually.

Crystal lay me down in what she told me later was a trib position. My leg was in the air and she straddled me, our cunts pressed up against each other. It was getting pretty sloppy down there as I got more and more turned on.

Wait for it, she said, I was wondering when it was all supposed to start. She leaned forward so our tits were touching, and I could see Ron rubbing lube on his dick. He then grabbed Crystal’s ass and penetrated it slowly. Crystal closed her eyes as he slowly worked in her back door, and in a few seconds we were off to the races.

Now this was fucking. Crystal and I kissing the whole time.

As Dan pounded Crystal’s ass our cunts rubbed against each other. The juices flowing more and more.

I came three times that night. I felt so dirty after. And it felt great. Naked with two people I barely knew. Dripping in sweat and covered in kooch juice. At the time, I was starting to think I might be a lesbian. Jimmy had failed so horribly, and it was Crystal, and let’s face it a bit of Rachael cuddling with me that night, that had lead to the greatest sexual experience of my life. Okay, only the second sexual experience of my life. But it turned my world around.

But I was still young, and had a lot to learn. And Rachael would soon teach me more than I’d ever learn in the lecture hall.

• Me and jill part two
• Liz and pauls first time

An Escort’s 1st
By: John (jhnbutton@aol.com)
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An Escort’s 1st Time

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An Escort’s 1st TimeMy name is John and I recently experienced what I believe is most male’s fantasy. That is to have sex with a virgin female. To make it even better is was my 1st time with a virgin. I am what I consider to be attractive: 5’7; 150#; dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. Most girls I meet cannot guess my age within 10 years, meaning I look young for my age, which is 49 tonight.

Let’s get to the story now.I got a hotel room in a local city planning to go looking for a girl to spend the night with.

It is my habit to pull over if a girl seems interested if there is no or not much traffic behind me. I’ve gone around the area 2-3 times looking the girls over and my top choice motions to me and there is a space for me to pull into. I have the window down slightly and she asks if I’m looking for a date. I say I am and unlock the door by my remote. She comes in and asks if I am with LE and of course I reply that I’m not. She has me touch her breast. I introduce my self and she tells me her name is Linda. Linda is 5’5, 125#, and blonde hair midway down her back, and 34,30,34. I tell her I need to get some more cash and my bank has an ATM a few blocks away.

As I am getting the money out of the machine she walks to me and kisses me deep. We get back in the car and once we’re moving she touches my crotch and says’ You must be horny. as she squeezes my increasingly hard cock. She is wearing a short skirt with light shirt on, and heels. I put my right hand on her thigh rub it. She says I can continue. I move it up a little under her skirt and find her panties.

We arrive at my hotel and get out at the front since it has valet parking. We hold hands to the elevator and I follow her in looking at her tight ass. I push the button for the 8th floor. She pushes me to the wall with my back to it and grinds her ass on my cock.

I reach around with one hand and rub her nipples, which are getting hard. She moans’ Oh yess John. Since I have found that the elevator is very slow my other hand reaches for her panties, which are wet and feel her pussy lips. The elevator stops at my floor and we get out as I straighten her skirt. We walk past the 3 rooms to my door and I open it. We enter my room and she immediately kisses me deep again holding my ass and grinding against me. Our tongues twist together as our hands roam each other’s body. We need to get more comfortable, she says. I ask her, you 1st or me? She says’ Each other. She starts by unbuttoning my shirt as I start undoing hers. She has a bra through which I can see nipples, which are starting to get hard. She pulls my T-Shirt over my head. I remove her shoes, then unzip her skirt and pull it off. She then unbuckles my belt and unzips my pants pulling them off. She sees my 9cock though my briefs and says it’s the biggest she’s seen. I reach behind her back to undo her bra and she reaches to help and lets it fall to the floor. I reach for one and caress it feeling how firm it is. She tells me to kiss and suck them. Who am I not to?

She moans’ MMMMMMm as she reaches inside my brief and strokes my cock. My free hand reaches inside her wet panties and finger her wet pussy lips. Ohhh, that feels so good John. She starts to slide my briefs off and I slide her panties off and smell their sweetness. We lie down on the bed kissing and caressing each other. Linda asks me’ Have you ever made love to a virgin? I reply that I haven’t and she tells me she is and wants me to be her 1st. I tell I will be as gentle as possible. I ask her about protection and she tells me her period finished last week and is on the pill.

She tells me she wants to suck my cock to get it wet as I finger her more, so we 69 for about 10 minutes before she tells me she wants me fuck her. I tell her I’ll let her on top so she has more control. I lay on my back and she holds my cock in one hand and balances her self with the other. She puts the tip at her lips and her juices slide down my cock. She pushes down a little and moans. She gets the head in and stops letting herself get used to it. I tell its okay to take it slow. I reach up and start to play with her rock hard nipples. She pushes down more then backs out some. She continues this back and forth until she has all my 9 inches in her tight pussy and tells me how good it feels.

I tell her how tight and wet she is. She starts pumping slowly and I grab her ass. When she speeds up I start pushing up and she reaches for her clit. I replace her hand and feel her hard clit. She starts moaning as I feel her pussy clamping on me. Oh my, I’m starting to come! she yells. I tell her I’m about to also as I feel that familiar feeling in my balls. She tells me to fill her. We come together in an explosion Her pussy milks my cock dry and I feel our juices leaking out. She falls on top of me and we kiss. That was fucking great, she says. I tell her it was for me also. She rolls off me and we fall asleep next to each other. When we wake up it is daylight and we need to leave soon so she showers and I see her out after she gives me her phone #.

• I remember
• Kayes first fuck

A First Time For Dennis
By: Sophie Browne (TheOriginalMissTakes@gmail.com)

A First Time For Dennis

At every school it seems that there is always one shy kid in the class who just doesn’t seem to fit in with the crowd. Often that ch** would be smaller than the others, or younger or perhaps new to the neighbourhood. In my freshman year in college, that guy was Dennis. Short and slight, with freckles and oversized glasses, Dennis could easily be mistaken for a high school sophmore.

Dennis was pretty good at blending into the background.

I don’t think he said more than three words the entire first semester, so I was surprised to see him at Jason’s birthday party when I showed up with my friend Marie. The music blared and couples danced beneath strings of cheap ornamental garden lights which hung helter skelter above the backyard patio. I found myself standing next to Dennis near a table of snacks and began to chat with him. Nothing special, just how’s it going, how are your courses, that kind of thing. A few minutes later, one of the guys from the football team asked me to dance. Tall, strong and drop dead gorgeous, of course I would. We linked our fingers together and moved to the middle of the impromtu dance floor. A slow song came on. Perfect.

We wrapped our arms around each other and swayed to the music. As I laid my head against his broad shoulder, I felt his hands slide slowly down my back, lower, until they rested comfortably around my ass. I didn’t stop him. He whispered in my ear that he had some smoke so off we went to his car.

With a nice buzz going, football player and I slipped into the laundry room, to get to know each other better. A short time later a movement at the door caught my eye. There was Dennis, peering into the semi-darkness, mesmerized at the sight of me on my knees while the football player pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. Knowing he’d been seen, Dennis quietly slipped away, perhaps afraid that I would say something and football player, not taking kindly to being watched, would pound him into jelly.

Football player and I returned to the party shortly thereafter. I grabbed a Pepsi from an ice filled cooler sitting on the ground and went off to search for Marie. In there, I was told by a girl I knew from my dorm. I entered the kitchen and was immediately offered a beer. No Marie.

Upstairs, I was told by a guy that I knew from my english class. Up the thickly carpeted stairs I went. A girl I’d seen at school but didn’t really know came out of the bathroom. She smiled and went downstairs. Softly played hard rock music and mumbled voices could be heard from down the hall. I entered what turned out to be Jason’s bedroom. There I found Marie. She was naked, lying flat on her back, feet planted wide apart, being fucked by some guy I didn’t know. There were two other guys watching them from the foot of the bed, obviously waiting for their turn. A third brushed past me, slopping beer on my foot from the open can he held in his hand. The boys looked at me hopefully. No thanks, I said to myself, I’m out of here. Giving head to a cute guy from the team was one thing, giving it up in a drunken gangbang was quite another.

Without saying good-bye to anyone, I slipped out the side entrance and stepped into the night. As I reached the sidewalk, I noticed a solitary figure up ahead. It was Dennis. Wait up, I called. He turned to see who had called out and I soon caught up with him. I asked him if he would mind walking me home, which he was more than happy to do. We talked about school and I was surprised to learn that he was in three of my classes. I was only aware of him in two but as I said, Dennis was adept at being inconspicuous. All the way home I could see Dennis stealing glances at me. I couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking about me.

As we approached the dorm, I mentioned to him that I was having trouble with math. Naturally Dennis turned out to be a mathematics wizard. As we stood in front of my house, I asked him if he would help me with my homework. He didn’t need much convincing and we agreed to meet the next afternoon at 4. Then I kissed him on the cheek and ran across the grass to the front door. I waved to him before disappearing inside. God only knows what he dreamed about that night but I don’t imagine it was math. first time masturbating stories

At 4 pm exactly, Dennis rang the doorbell.

His face reddened when he saw me at the door dressed in a skin tight white miniskirt that barely covered my crotch and midriff revealing matching tank top. I invited him in and hung up his jacket. C’mon, I told him and quickly led him down the hall to my room. I could sense his eyes feasting on my behind as he followed me down the corridor. We went into my room. Dennis stood at the doorway, not quite sure of where to sit. I grabbed my math textbook from the top of my dresser and belly flopped onto my bed. As I innocently flipped pages looking for our latest assignment I was keenly aware that Dennis was staring at my long bare legs. My skirt barely covered my bottom and whenever I moved my legs he would catch a glimpse of my white cotton panties. When I asked him a question pertaining to a formula that was troubling me, he stammered something completely incomprehensible.

I rolled onto my side to face him. I told him to come over and explain it to me. Don’t worry, I added, I won’t bite. His chuckled reply was strained with tension. He wasn’t so sure about that.

We poured over math equations for another ten minutes or so before I told him I needed to take a break. I rolled onto my back and stretched my arms over my head. This caused both my top to ride higher and Dennis’s eyes to widen. I smiled at him innocently then sat up cross legged on the bed. I asked him if he’d had a good time at the party. Yeah, he replied mechanically, it was fun.

I then asked if he’d had fun watching me in the laundry room. Dennis didn’t say anything for a long time, he just clumsily stared at the floor before saying that he didn’t intend to spy on me. He went on to say that he was looking for the bathroom when he heard noises coming from the laundry room. He never expected to see what he saw. I assured him that I wasn’t upset. My fingers toyed with some loose strands of my hair. You didn’t answer my question, I pressed on, did you like what you saw?

Yes, was his embarrassed response.

I looked at him, with a shy smile, and asked, would you like me to suck your cock too, as casually as if I’d asked him to pass the salt. Dennis blurted out okay.

Cool, I replied. In one fluid motion I drew my tank top over my head, carelessly tossing it to the floor. Dennis stared open mouthed at my pert teenage breasts as they stood proudly before him. I edged towards him until our faces were a scant inches apart. Our eyes met as I brushed my lips across his in a soft kiss. I reached for his hand and placed it on my breast.

That’s nice, I murmurred as he softly stroked and pressed my tit flesh.

My tongue darted between his lips and entered the warm wet cavity of his mouth. That feels so good, I gasped, it makes me feel like a woman. Dennis was pleased when my nipples began to stiffen beneath his touch. With fingers delicately entwined in his hair, I drew his face to my chest, an exaggerated gasp of pleasure as he sucked an erect bud into his mouth.

Dennis suckled at my breast like a new born ch**. I carefully stroked his hair and rained tiny kisses on his ear. It was apparent to me that Dennis had never gone this far with a girl before and wasn’t about to miss this opportunity to experience tits firsthand. Eventually I was able to ease away and gently push him onto his back. Nimble fingers slipped the brass button of his jeans through the loop. The rasp of his zipper roared throughout the room.

It was a struggle to yank his jeans off as Dennis tried to help, which made the task all that much harder. Finally free, it was easy for me to peel his tidy white briefs off, leaving him naked from the waist down, save for his white sport socks. His cock was already stiff and stood tall when released. It wasn’t very big but that would make it easier for me to deep throat him. With my hand firmly wrapped around his shaft, I settled between his open thighs.

I gently blew a stream of warm air over the head of his cock, causing it to twitch. My trademark maneuver amongst the boys in the know back home. Tell me if you like this, I told him, know the answer well in advance. My tongue traced the length of his cock, following the thick blue vein that runs from the balls to the bulbous purple crown. I dabbed at the spongy head with the tip of my tongue, flicking at his peehole, teasing him, taunting him, making him wait until he couldn’t stand another second of this torture before engulfing him in my mouth, clamping my lips over the base of his cock, sliding along it’s entire length before plunging down to take him deep in my throat again.

He moaned in satisfaction as I slowly pumped my face against his groin. Occasionally I would drag my teeth along his shaft causing him to gasp out. I knew he wasn’t going to last long.

I took him deep in my throat… and held him there. I looked up at him, his face contorted in pleasure and anticipation. I knew for sure now that this was his first time and I decided that I wanted it to be special, to be perfect. With one hard final suck, his soaking wet cock slipped from between my lips.

Dennis reacted with dismay. Don’t stop now, he begged, PLEASE! I put my finger to my lip to shush him, then slowly crept to the edge of the bed.

I stood beside him and shimmied my tight little skirt over my hips before letting it drop to the floor. Dennis stared in wonderment. I took his hand and placed it on the satin smooth skin of my thigh. Dennis was a fast learner and quickly cupped the wispy material of my crotch.

Rub it, I implored him. Dennis immediately rubbed against my pussy like Aladdin summoning the Genie. I showed him how to do it. Slowly and gently. I guided his finger tip along my slit. Soon the dampness of my womanhood was evident to his touch.
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Take them off, I instructed. Instantly, the tiny white garment fell to the floor. I stood before him, as naked as the day I was born. Dennis stared at the thin patch of crinkly hair that surrounded the puffy lips of my love nest.

I lay beside him on my bed. I brought my knees up and parted them, exposing my womanly charms to his gaze and touch. Put your finger inside me now, I urged him. His finger corkscrewed between my cunt lips, too hard at first and I shuddered in pain. Guiding his hand with my own, he quickly got the hang of it. I taught him how to massage my clit. It was great.

His ministrations and my feelings of power over him took me over the edge. The stacatto gasping that signals my orgasm was lost on Dennis as was, I soon saw, his erection.

Crawling across the bed, I held his prick in my hand then quickly took him back into my mouth. It didn’t take long before he was hard again. I straddled his waist, my eyes locked on his. With a shy smile etched across my face, I reached under my crotch and took hold of his straining cock. I stroked his length to keep him hard before gently placing his engorged knob between the pouting petals of my cunt. Slowly, deliberately, I sank lower towards him.

As contact was made, his hands reached for and found my boobs.

I love the feel of a hard cock as it forces my pussy lips apart. With only the tip of his cock wedged inside my slit I told him don’t cum inside me, okay? Without waiting for an answer, I eased my pussy down onto and around his cock. Dennis was inside a vagina for the very first time.

Once completely impaled, I held him there, crushing our crotches together. I waited a good 10 seconds before slowly easing upward, then down again. Up once more then slowly sinking all the way down, grinding against his pubic bone. I soon had an easy rhythm. With glassy eyes he began to groan.

Ohhh Goddd he squawked, his breath ragged, and I knew what was happening. Quickly lifting myself off, his cock twitched, then shot out a stream of sticky white goo onto his stomach. I immediately grabbed his dick as it waved in the air and captured him in my mouth. With lips clamped tight, I pumped furiously up and down on his shaft. He gasped out as gobs of spunk filled my mouth until there was no more.

As Dennis lay prone on my bed, I saw that his penis was still erect. I reached for my handbag, saying, this time we’ll use a condom.

• Friends with benefits
• I remember

It was cold outside, but inside Haller’s Auto Repair it was warm with the bodies and the breath of men and the cooling engines of cars that people brought in to be worked on, and fragrant with that peculiar bouquet of engine oil, gasoline and dust that characterizes all garages. Since Christmas was approaching, it also smelled of the pine garlands tied up with red ribbons that Haller’s wife had made and hung from the walls. Eugene Wanzack, the youngest of Haller’s employees, was doing a minor tune-up on Harvey Beck’s Ford. He was a sturdy, dark-haired young man of average height, with gray eyes and a squarish, Slavic sort of face that often bore a faintly worried look, but right now he was happy, because he was exactly where he wanted to be. Beck was good about keeping his car maintained, and all it had needed was the oil and other fluids checked and changed, and a new set of plugs. Everyone was trying to avoid starting any job that would hang over into the following day; it would just have to wait until the day after Christmas because everyone was going to be off.

Albert Reems, one of the other mechanics, said, “Hey, Gene, have you decided where you’re going to stay tonight?”

“I guess I have till the end of the day to do that,” he said as he adjusted the gap on a plug.

He had two choices: he could either stay in town, in his apartment in Matthew Haller’s home behind the garage, or he could go home to his parents’ farm, outside of town. Going home had its appeal; his mother was a good cook, and the whole family would be there. During the war, they had been one short on Christmas, as his older brother Adam had been in France and England, mostly disabling unexploded bombs and mortars that had landed in people’s back yards, but he was home now. Zandra and her husband would probably drop in themselves. Zandra was not the most domestic of wives, and if she could eat someone else’s cooking on Christmas Eve as well as Christmas Day, she would. Later on Christmas Day they would visit Uncle Victor and Aunt Ruby and their bunch.

The very things that made going home appealing were also a good reason to stay where he was.

He had been living in the Hallers’ home since the summer of ’43; Haller had persuaded Anton Wanzack to let him learn all he could teach him about the art, science and business of car repair, and pointed out that if Gene lived on the premises, it would save Anton having to carry him back and forth every morning and evening. He spent so much time in the garage as it was that he might as well hang around and get paid into the bargain. Anton had consented under the condition that Gene stayed in high school long enough to graduate; it puzzled and irked him that a kid of his should be uninterested in higher education when he’d had to fight his father for every day of schooling he had. Zandra had been to veterinary school and Adam was majoring in electrical engineering at UT. Further, he saw the arrangement as an apprenticeship, pure and simple, and an Old World, old-fashioned way of doing things. But he figured he’d have better luck hanging onto the south end of a northbound bull, to keep Gene on the farm.

Gene’s apartment had a rudimentary kitchen, but he had hardly used it in the three years he’d been there; Matthew and Clara Haller expected from the outset that he would take his meals with them, and he dined heartily on food that had a hearty, European, pre-War solidity and plentitude. Adam, who stayed thin as a rail no matter what he ate, had warned him in one of his letters not to get fat. Gene wasn’t worried. Taking out and re-installing engines, differentials and transmissions, and wrestling tires on and off their rims was enough to keep any man fit. And he had reveled in the attention he received from the couple, as if he were the son they’d never had; he hadn’t realized how much he had craved this until he got it. He had often felt shuffled aside, a mere spectator to the crisis and drama that just naturally seemed to blow up around his siblings.

And then there was that special bond between them; not that they tried to leave him out; they just did, they couldn’t help it, for all that they would back him up in a fight. The closeness had worried Anton and Marie; they felt it was intense to the point of being…well, unhealthy. But the plain fact was, neither of them was the other’s type: the women Adam looked at were girlier than Zandra had ever been or could be on her best day; and Zandra had married her type—big and brawny and strong enough to overpower her physically if he wanted to, but easygoing, and with all due respect to Dennis, he was a good man—not quite as intelligent as she was. It was this, Gene thought, which kept them off each other, more than fear of hellfire.

While he was musing on these matters, a black 1940 Caddy purred into the garage. Gene looked up. The door opened, and out from the car, first of all, issued a pair of slender, well-turned legs, taut and shining in one of the few pairs of nylon stockings existing in Koenigsburg; clothes rationing might be over, but some things were still rare. A young woman descended from the driver’s seat, her dress riding up in a tantalizing manner as she did so. She shut the door of the Caddy, smoothed her skirts down, and came toward him. She had honey-colored hair that she wore in a long pageboy and a naturally melancholy cast to her face, unless she smiled. There were certainly prettier girls around, but on the other hand, besides those legs, she had the best rack he’d ever seen.

“Hello, Gene. Hello, Albert,” she said, noticing Gene’s colleague. “I’m going out, but Aunt Clara wanted me to stop in and ask you if you were staying at the house or going home to your family tonight.” She smiled.

As quickly as that, Gene made his decision. “I reckon I’m staying in,” he said. “Tell Miss Clara I’ll see her after work.”

“Will do,” the young woman said. “I’ll see you at supper, then.” She smiled at him, turned around and went back to her car, her skirt swishing around her legs and her round rump swaying gently as she walked. As the car backed out, he turned his attention back to his work. He wondered why women had to truss themselves up in these torturous-looking underpinnings that might just as well be made out of steel plate, like the armor the knights of old wore, and kept them from looking natural in their clothes. He much preferred the way her breasts looked under her dressing gown, when he passed her in the hall in the mornings when everyone was just getting up. They seemed to shift and strain at the satin cloth of the robe as if they were live things, longing for fresh air, and if it was cold, her nipples—about the size of 3/8″ acorn nuts, he thought—sprang out in vivid relief. He could almost imagine the weight and density of those fine Zeppelin breasts in his hands, the nipples pointing up in his palms—

“Boy, you’re gapping that plug way too wide,” Albert said. “Mr. Beck’s car ain’t gonna start nohow like that. And you better adjust yourself, before ever’body else in here sees what you’re thinkin’ about.” He looked pointedly at Gene’s lap, where the front of his pants was being tented by an all too obvious hard-on. Gene blushed and shifted the treacherous object into a less obtrusive position and tried to quit thinking impure thoughts. They’d gotten him in enough trouble already.

Cora was Matt Haller’s niece, the child of his brother, who was an indirect casualty of WWI. He had been exposed to gas in Aisne and his lungs had never been any good after that; when the flu epidemic hit, he caught it too, and he died. When a few years later, his wife also died, Matt and Clara took their child to raise. The girl had a right to look melancholy, even so; except for her uncle and aunt’s care, she had received some unlucky breaks: orphaned by WWI, she had been widowed by WWII. The last thing her husband had done before going off to Europe was to get her pregnant, but she lost the baby.

As she was young and healthy, she soon recovered from the miscarriage physically, but she was depressed for a while after. Sometimes Gene would bring her a cup of tea, when he was in the house, or something funny from a magazine or paper that he had cut out, to cheer her up, and they became friends as they never could have when they were younger. To a boy, a girl two or three years older seemed as distant as the moon. One evening, to his astonished pleasure, he found himself walking with her to the drugstore—she said she was in the mood for ice cream, and asked him if he wanted to come along. It was Saturday, and a few of his ex-classmates were in there with their dates. He wondered if anybody would think this little expedition was a date. She disabused him of that idea when the Sundaes came and he began to get out his wallet.

“Put your money away, Gene,” she said. “You don’t have to get my ice cream. I’m getting it for both of us. It was my idea.” Gene put his money away. It was plain that she didn’t think it was a date. He began to relax.

That was last year, but now everything was different. And it was his fault.

On summer Sundays, very little happened. There was hardly anywhere to go, and in the heat of the day, everything and everybody shut down. After dinner was finished and cleared away, it was a good time to take a nap. It was too hot to do anything else. That was what Matt and Clara were doing, and Gene presumed that Cora was doing the same thing. He was feeling sleepy, himself, but he was also thinking about the peach pie they’d had for dessert; he had turned down a second piece, and now he was wishing he hadn’t. He padded into the kitchen in his trousers, undershirt, and no shoes, and got another piece of pie, which he ate standing up next to the sink, looking out the window. When he was done he put the pie back in the pie safe and rinsed his plate and fork, putting them on the drain board to dry.

His place was at the end of the hall; one then turned right and went up a short staircase to a tiny landing. Cora’s room was just opposite the passage. The latch to her door was bad; unless she closed it hard, leaned on it and listened for the click of the latch to make sure it had caught, it came open, and since nothing in an old house was quite level, the door would swing a little ajar. She had been after both the men in the house to do something about it—after all, she said, a pair of ace mechanics ought to be equal to fixing a doorknob—but so far nobody had got around to it.

Gene paused at the end of the dim corridor. She’d probably meant to close the door this time, and as usual the latch had slipped out and the door fallen open. He thought maybe he should pull it to for her. As he stepped forward to grab the knob, he saw into Cora’s room. And all thought of pulling the door to completely fled his mind.

She was reclining in a chair of peach-colored velvet, her aqua blue satin dressing gown fallen open. Her naked body was everything that he had been wondering about or could have hoped for, from her luscious breasts to her tiny waist to her well-shaped legs, which were parted and spread wide, to reveal…well, more than he was expecting. Her luxuriant bush was a shade or two darker than her hair, and in its midst, like the flesh of a splitting-ripe fruit, her cunt swelled and glistened. Growing up on a farm, he had seen the parts of various female animals, in heat or not, and although he’d never had a clear look at a human female’s parts before, he saw more similarities than differences. What he had not expected to see was the fingers of her right hand skidding wetly over all this suddenly complicated and exotic flesh, now slipping into her vagina, now parting over and bracketing the bud-like nub of her clitoris. While he watched, entranced, she brought forth from the folds of her robe a thick, partially-used candle, the blunt end of which she first slid up and down her slit, and then plunged halfway up inside her. She slowly began to slide it in and out. His gaze shifted between the utterly fascinating way the dark-rose inner lips of her pussy yielded and then clung to the white shaft of the candle, and the concentrated, inward look on her face.

He had taken for granted that Cora grieved over the loss of her child and missed the companionship of her husband. It had not occurred to him that she missed anything else.

His cock had sprung into ferocious readiness with the speed of a fire hose filling up, and was straining against the front of his trousers. He was barely breathing as he watched the woman’s hips rocking to meet the thrusts of the candle, the long muscles of her thighs flexing, faster and faster. A few more thrusts, and she jammed the candle up and in a final time, and her body abruptly pronated and stiffened. Contractions rippled up the muscles of her belly. He heard the heavy panting of her breath.

He thought that if he didn’t come himself, he would die. There wasn’t time even to shove his hand down his pants, let alone open them; he grabbed his cock from the outside, and the encircling pressure of his hand was enough. He gasped as his climax slammed through his body. At that time, Cora relaxed, spent, and then looked up to realize that her door was open. Wild-eyed, she yanked the candle out and shoved it down the side of the chair, and was on her feet, her robe wrapped tightly around her body. It was just a few steps from there to her door, but, he thought afterward, there should have been time to get away. He didn’t. He couldn’t. She jerked the door open and there he was, hapless, helpless to do anything but what he was doing, gripping his cock which was pulsating wildly in his hand and making a spreading stain on the front of his trousers. She looked at him, her eyes wide, her face flushing; when the door banged shut in his face—and that time she put her shoulder to it and it clicked—he was able to move. He was back in his apartment so quickly he couldn’t remember how he’d gotten there.

For a little while he stood with his back to his door as if something or someone were after him, trembling with shock and embarrassment. Despite the heavy warmth of the room, he felt cold. For several minutes he remained like that, waiting for the world to end.

Evidence, he thought. He had to get rid of the evidence. Making sure that his own door was locked, he stripped off his lower garments, feeling his spunk already cooling, congealing, and causing his boxers to cleave to the end of his abashed dick. He put on a pair of clean ones and threw the soiled trousers and underwear into the sink in his small kitchen, running hot water onto them. He attacked the clothing with soap flakes and a scrubbing brush, obsessed with the idea that no one must see the evidence of what he had done. Usually Mrs. Haller was kind enough to wash his clothing if he left them in a basket outside his door, but not these, no, never these. When he was sure the clothes were clean, he wrung as much water out of them as he could and hung them over a chair, and his window sill, to dry. He lay down on his bed in his underwear, looking up at the ceiling without really seeing it. His mind was a whirling chaos of images and fragmented suppositions. He’d never considered that a woman might have a need to do—that—the way a man did. He’d thought that girls were somehow…above all that. If some of them were not, maybe none of them was. It hardly bore thinking about.

He thought of Cora’s face when she had opened her door and seen him, and wondered what she must be thinking of him. Was she thinking he was some kind of pervert, some kind of peeping tom? In a way, he was, but he hadn’t looked at her on purpose. He just hadn’t been able to look away. Would she tell on him? Surely not, when he had seen her as well…but it wasn’t as if he would say anything.

For the next several days when they met each other in the house, they could hardly look at each other. Gene noticed the Hallers looking at both of them with puzzlement and a little concern, and dreaded the moment when one or the other of them would demand some kind of explanation from him. They would not have been the only ones. He could use a few explanations, himself; he wished there were someone he could talk to. Anybody he worked with was out of the question. The priest? He hadn’t been to confession since he’d left home, and he would be doing penance from now until next summer. He thought briefly of talking to his father, or his brother. One was a possibility, although Anton would probably just remind him that blue-balledness was a natural condition for a man of his station of life, as surely as a flower had to be a bud first. As for Adam…he used to be a romantic, falling in love at least once a year, but the war had changed him. There was a woman, a good-looking widow who lived between Koenigsburg and the next town, who would let certain gentlemen call on her and spend the night, as long as they understood that they were to leave money on her dresser the next morning…That was the kind of advice his older brother would give him. It wasn’t his business, but it seemed to Gene like an unsatisfactory way to operate. That left his sister, so a couple of Sundays after this event had taken place, he borrowed one of the garage cars and went to his brother-in-law’s farm. He found Dennis there alone.

“It’s Sunday!” he said. “What’s she doing out on calls?”

“It’s not like animals know to put off being sick until Monday. Well, Dr. Muldaur promised to take her into his practice, and it looks like that starts with taking over his Sunday business. She gave me a list of where she was going to be…” He pulled a piece of paper out of his shirt pocket. “Looks like you’re going to have to chase her down. You want me to come with you?”

“You don’t have to,” Gene said, “unless you just want to see her.”

“That’s all right,” Dennis said with a grin. “I know she’s coming home.”

He ran her down at the Elsings’ farm, where she was examining a horse. She looked surprised to see him. “You look a little down in the mouth,” she said. “What’s going on with you?” She gave him a sharp look. “Something bothering you? Tell me about it. But it’ll cost you.” Gene looked at her questioningly. “Just hold this beast’s head while I get this dose of medicine down him, will you?”

She listened while he related his story, one corner of her mouth twitching. “Well, blow me down,” she said when he was done. “And here I thought you’d made up your mind to die young.” “It’s not funny,” Gene said. “If Mr. Haller had caught me, I would have died young.”

“You know what I mean. You were always the good kid of us three. I must say, when you decide to bust loose, you do it up brown. Anyway, he didn’t catch you and he won’t find out unless she tells him, and I’d bet a week’s pay she won’t do that. You’ve got a Mexican standoff here. Another thing: for all you know, she could have been thinking about you…”

“That’s crazy,” Gene said. “She thinks I’m a kid.”

“Do you think so? You’re not, you know.” She was right. Now that high school was behind them, he and his classmates were sorting themselves out into what they would be doing with their lives; some, to work their family’s land, some to take jobs in town, some to college or the military. Many of them had paired off already. He was keeping his eyes and his options open. As the best-behaved of the Wanzack kids, he’d had his share of pleasant dates, but the older he got, the more he found that some of the girls’ parents were giving them The Talk—the one that invariably included the phrase, “His folks are good, good people, but…” But. But. The family’s obscure eastern European origins, and their eccentricity. The fact that they worked the land, and didn’t live in town. Maybe he should have considered going to college. Trouble was, when he thought of it, he couldn’t see himself there. He couldn’t imagine anything at a university as interesting and challenging as working on cars. The other men in the shop made enough money to live decently and support a family. Now that he was through with school, he was working more hours and starting to make more money, most of which he banked. He was saving up for a car of his own…

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