Me’nage au Trois (Part [part 8 of 9]
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By: Knob-Out (knob-out@hotmail.co.uk)

Ménage au Trois Part 8

I drove away with a massive smile across my face which had not gone unnoticed by Lorraine. What’s happened that I should know about Pete? She asked, Nothing just pleased to be with you and that sexy body of yours, God you look great tonight.

Thanks, I’ve got some new underwear on for you. She said and hitched up her skirt to reveal a sheer black pair of knickers with the crotch missing. Her pink pussy lips were poking out through the crack and looked very inviting.

Jesus Lorraine they are fantastic where did you get them? I asked, From a mail order catalogue that my friend runs. They feel really funny; I can feel the cold air on my lips. She said pulling her skirt down again. You’re going to feel something else besides cold air before the nights out. I replied, Promises, promises. She said with a laugh.

We met up with some friends and went to the pub for a few drinks which turned into more than we thought and we got steadily pissed. Lorraine whispered in my ear, My pussy is soaking wet, when can we fuck for real? I nearly spat my beer out.

I looked at her and said, Tonight if you want. I want oh so bloody much I want. She replied, took my hand and slipped it under her skirt onto her soaked pussy then grabbed my cock and still kept laughing with our friends.

We were all about to leave the pub when I phoned Wendy, Hi Wendy, Lorraine won’t be home tonight we are stopping at mine as we’ve had too much drink okay? I told her. Er yeah okay just take care.

Oh I will Wendy I’m going to take enough care of your daughter alright because tonight I’m going to give her her first fuck.

I waited for a reply and it was quite slow in coming. Did, did I hear you right? She asked, Yes I believe so, I’m going to push my rock hard cock up your daughters pussy as she asked me so kindly to do earlier this evening.

No you can’t Peter please don’t, fuck me instead fuck my arse again if you want but not my daughter please. She begged. Oh I’m going to fuck your arse again make no mistake about it but tonight I’m going to have your daughter, goodnight. I put the phone down and looked at Lorraine.

There’s that smile again Pete but I doubt you’re going to tell me why you’ve got it are you? She asked. No sorry.

I replied and we walked off and got a taxi to my place as my parents were away for the weekend.

We walked through the front door which closed behind us and Lorraine turned to me and said, Are we really going to make love tonight, properly I mean? Yes Lorraine we are if you want me to. I replied. Good, She said, I’ve been on the pill for three months now so don’t worry about using a rubber I want to feel the skin of your cock on the insides of my pussy.

She put her hand to the back of my head and pulled my face to hers then kissed me long and hard as she fondled the front of my jeans. Come on you, I said, To bed.

We literally ran upstairs and ripped our clothes off; we had seen each others bodies on numerous occasions so modesty was not an issue. We dived under the covers and held each other tight skin to skin.

I could feel her nipples expanding against my chest as my cock rose between us.

We kissed and our tongues tangoed exchanging saliva with a passion I hadn’t experienced before. I ran my fingernails along the length of her spine feeling her skin goose pimple along the way. I cupped one of her buttocks and pulled her leg over mine which exposed the length of her slit to my touch.

Her breathing had steadily got heavier and deeper as she got more sexually aroused. I could smell the musky scent of her sex as it got all the more wetter waiting for the invasion of my cock.

I broke off the kiss and moved down her neck kissing as I went, small butterfly kisses that made her shiver as I got closer to her breasts. My mouth finally engaged with her beautiful pink puffy nipple which I sucked into the confines of my mouth. Oh Peter.

She whispered holding my head in place her hands entwined in my hair.

Her nipple was so much softer than Wendys or Sallys and I would even go so far as to say longer than theirs as well. A baby would be in heaven feeding from this adorable teat.

I changed nipples as Lorraine lifted her leg higher up my body inviting me to touch her pussy. My hand slipped down her thigh and found the curve of her cheek then the crease of her bottom. My fingers followed the curves and made contact with the silky smooth surface of her pussy which was tacky with her juices. Oh Peter. She whispered again.

My fingers opened up her slit and found their way between the lips guarding the entrance to her virginal hole which was absolutely saturated. My middle finger slid inside her tube, Oh yes oh yes.

She moaned.

I gently stroked the inside of her pussy as my thumb found the nub of her clit. I stroked it in circles at the same rate I fingered her and it became all too much too soon as she had her first orgasm.

She held my face hard against her nipple squashing her breasts and uttered, Ooohh ooohh ooohh. Over and over until the climax retreated.

You okay? I asked, Oh yeah but I want to feel you inside me Peter please. I said nothing. I rolled her over on her back and she immediately pulled up her knees and parted her legs wide. Her gash opened to show her soaking wet hole as I knelt between her legs.

I held my rock hard throbbing cock at her entrance and slid it up and down her slit to cover it in her juices. Ready? I asked, she nodded a yes.

I gently pushed my hips forwards and my cock head entered her virginal hole, Wow that’s big God that’s big. She suddenly uttered. I pushed forwards a bit more until I reached her hymen.

You still okay Lorraine because I’ve got to break your barrier now and it may hurt a little. Okay, okay just do it do it. She had hardly stopped speaking when I suddenly pushed forwards and my cock slid inside her.

God oh God. She shouted, Don’t stop you fucker don’t stop. I had no intention of doing such a thing. She pulled her legs even higher and wider as I imbedded the last inch or so of my cock inside her greasy hole.

I waited a short while for her to get used to the feeling then started to slide in and out of her slowly. I watched my cock as it came out of her pussy and it glistened in her mixed juices with a thick stream of bright pink blood covering its length.

I picked up the pace and started to fuck her properly her tight walls gripping my cock on every stroke.

Oh boy oh boy why have I waited oh yeah fuck me Peter fuck me with that fat cock of yours oh yeah oh yeah arrrggghhh. She climaxed again. Her muscles were so strong she almost stopped me from fucking her.

I felt them release again so I continued my onslaught. Are you going to cum inside me Peter? She asked panting as though she had run a mile, Damn right I am now turn over.

I slipped my cock out of her hole so she could turn over but she saw my bloodied member, Jesus is that from me? She asked, Yeah babe that’s all that’s left of your virginity why want it back? No way just give me that cock of yours. She said and slid her tiny hand along my rigid shaft her fingers covered in blood and pussy juice.

She bent down and kissed the tip of my cock then slid her tongue across its open eye, smiled at me and turned over on all fours then wiggled her gorgeous arse at me.

I got between her legs and pushed my cock into her open hole burying it up to the hilt. Jesus! she said, I’m going to cum again I know I’m going to cum again fuck me Pete fuck me.

I started fast and didn’t stop I pounded her cunt hard hurting my balls as they slapped her pink flaps on every in stroke. I held onto her hips and pulled her towards me making sure my cock went inside her as far as it could each time.

Fuck me Pete fuck me I want your cum inside my cunt so much fuck me fuck me fuck me oh yes I’m cumming oh my God I’m cuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg! She forced her arse back hard against me and just went stiff, gripping handfuls of bed sheet as I finally unloaded my balls deep inside her tight cunt.

Here it is baby here it is here’s my cum fucking loads of cum for that tight juicy cunt of yours oh yeeeeaaahhhh! I cum hard and fast.

My mind went completely blank the sensations were so great. I could feel her cunt muscles gripping my cock milking the very last drips of baby milk from my rampant member.

Lorraine gradually went limp and slid down flat on her stomach with me on top of her panting for breath.

We stayed like that for ages trying to get our breath back until my cock had withered enough for it to begin and slip from her pussy allowing copious amounts of mixed juices to wet the sheets.

She turned on her side and I spooned her with my cock nestled between her arse cheeks. Are you okay? I tentatively asked, No I’m not okay I’m fucking fantastic. She replied and giggled.

Was it what you expected it to be? I asked again, Oh yeah but so much better Christ I’ve never cum so hard not with anything else I’ve tried but then again I didn’t want to push anything too far inside me until after you had taken my virginity away. Your cock feels massive inside me I felt as though I was going to split in two.

She said and laughed again.

I want to try anything and everything I can with you Peter. She said, Anything? I asked, Anything, She replied Even anal if you’d like to. Oh I’d like to. I said and pulled her in tight to me. We stayed like this for most of the night falling to sleep in each others arms until the morning when we maid love again only this time much slower and more tenderly.

Later that day I took Lorraine home where Wendy was waiting impatiently for our return. Morning mum. Lorraine said and gave Wendy a big kiss and a hug then shot off into the bathroom. first time lesbuan stories

Wendy looked at me and said, Well did you take her last night? Yes I did and again this morning and she has the tightest pussy. I replied. You bastard. She spat at me. I know but it was a great night and she’s a great fuck, as for you I want to fuck you this weekend coming at the cabin. It looks as though Lorraine will be having her period then so you’ll have to do, oh and tell Sally to be there I want to fuck her at the same time, ciao. I said and walked away leaving Wendy fuming on the door step.

Next weekend is going to be interesting if I have my way with things, very interesting indeed!

knob-out @hotmail .co.uk 23.4.2007

• Enough with conviction…
• By: dr sex there i was again, in the presence of a wonderful man who makes me very horny

IT FINALLY HAPPENED
By: cruzzer (rpc1395@yahoo.com)

IT FINALLY HAPPENED

Let me preface this by saying, wrong or not, I have always, I mean, ALWAYS, been interested in watching my wife have sex with another man. I have tried for years to convience her that there is a difference between sex for fun, and sex for love. But she has never been able to separate the difference between the two. While we have talked about it, fantasised about it, wrote E-mails to each other about it, and her even reading hot sexy erotic stories about it, she still thought about it, but was not able to bring herself to a point where she could actually participate in the act. Until recently that is. first time interracail stories

Our neighbor and his wife of 18 years were going through a divorce. As usual, she stayed in the house and he was forced to move away. In the settlement, he got the house, so she moved out, and he moved back in. This of coarse left him home alone alot while his ki** were either in school or with their mom.

We have always had the typical neighborly friendship with Frank and his wife, you know, visits, pool parties, bar-b-ques, etc. etc. So it was no big deal to continue the front yard visits with him when she moved away.

I noticed from the very beginning that Frank always seemed to be an affectionate kinda guy. I mean every time he would join us he would always give my wife a big hello hug. I mean they were not just a quick hug, they were always a tight frontal hug which lasted for several momemets.

And she never seemed to mind, and you know I always enjoyed seeing her in his arms. Boy was mind mind wandering.

About five months after he moved back into the house, our community celebrated its anual Founders Day celebration. My wife and I always attend many events of the week long celebration. We invited Frank to join us and another couple for one of the outdoor concerts, which he gladly accepted. The three of us drove in our vehicle and met the other couple there. When we got to the outdoor concert, we spread a big blanket out on the ground in front of the band stand and all five of us laid out to enjoy the music. The other couple sat together on on side, I sat in the middle, with my wife behind me, and Frank sat next to her.

The way we were all sitting, it looked like they were the couples and I was the third leg of the group.

All during the concert, Frank and my wife had several conversations with each other. I also noticed there was alot of touching going on. Him touching her and her touching him. It was not sexual touching, just a touch on the hand, back, leg, knee, that kinda touching. When we entered the concert Frank paid for the three of us, so once we sat down, my wife got out our share of the entry fee from her pocket, folded it in half and reached over a shoved it into Franks pocket. She didnt just slip the money in, she slipped her whole had into his pocket. This caught Frank off guard, and he jumped and made some comment about being separated and that was the first time there had been another womans hand that close to his cock in five months. My wife looked him straight in the eye and gave him that smile as she licked her lips. Well they both kinda just laughed it off, and nothing more was said.

Well, I have to say I spent the rest of the night with a huge hard on raging in my pants.
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We all had a few beers during the night, enjoyed some good music, and headed home afterwards. Once we got home Frank invited us over for a couple drinks to finish off the night. We accepted his invatation, on off we went. About thirty minutes later I walked to our house to check on our 13 year old, I was gone a very short amount of time, and when I returned to Franks house, I kinda snuck back in to the garage and peeped through the kitchen door window. I could see Frank and my wife standing in the living room locked in a very passionate kiss. I also noticed his hand was shoved down the front of my wifes unbuttoned and unzipped shorts.

His was masterbating my wifes pussy like there was no tomorrow. His hand moving up and down is a rapid fire motion, I could see her hips grinding into his hand as they continued the kiss. My wife is very orgasmic and cums quickly when she has been hot and horny all day. She pulled away from him and his hand came free from her shorts. I couldnt tell if she had cum or not, (or pulled away thinking I would be returning any minute) but they stood there in some sort of banter, then she zipped up and buttoned her shorts, ajusted her top, reached over and rubbed Franks cock through his jeans, then exchanged a quick kiss before returning to the kitchen.

I was so excited about what I had seen, not wanting to walk in with a noticeable hard on, I remained in the dark garage til it dropped off to its normal position, then entered the house, with no mention as to what had happened. I could tell they were excited still, and still trying to regain their composser. The smell of pussy juice still filled the room, and my wifes lip stick was still in disorder.

But with all that aside, we had a few more beers and called it night. With an acceptional long hug, fronts touching completely, my wife gave Frank a kiss on the lips and we were gone.

Once we got home, we showered and went to bed. I could not beleive how wet my wife still was. As we lay there, rubbing each other, the conversation of a threesome came up. She explained that while she had visualized herself in that situation, and it did excite her, she didnt think she could perform with me watching. Which led me to ask her if she would be interested in having sex with someone while I was not around. She seemed very excitied about that possibility and stated that would be more apt to happen than a threesome, at least for now. I continued to rub her cunt, and occassionally lick on her nipple.

I could tell she was very excited as she continued to hump my fingers faster and faster. I kissed her on the mouth, and told her that I had no objections if she was willing to persue her interest. Soon after that she was cumming all over my hand. We had great passionate sex together that night, with no mention as to what had happened at Franks, and then fell off to sleep.

Two days later I went back to work on the night shift. (I work 12 hour shifts from 6 PM til 6 Am) About 10:00 PM my wife beeped me to tell me good night. When I called her we talked about her evening since I left for work.

She walks everyday to maintain her sexual ass and legs. Standing 5-7 and weighing 110 lbs, my wife has managed to still look great through 20 years of my bullshit and 2 ki**.

She told me that as she rounded the corner heading towards our house she noticed Frank standing outside leaning against his mailbox. As she approached him she asked him what he was doing? He told her I am waiting on you! Oh, was there something you needed? she asked. He told her he just couldnt resist seeing a hot lady, half dressed walking down the street, so he decided to just wait and watch her pass. After several minutes of conversation, she invited him over to have a cold beer with her. He accepted, she came home and he went in to check on his ki**. About 5 minutes later, he showed up and let himself in. She met him in the kitchen, fished out a couple beers, and they sat down at the kitchen table to catch up.

My wife said she was wearing a pair of short, tight walking shorts and a very short, very tight exercise shirt with no bra or panties. This shirt really actsentuates her beautiful 36C breasts. She told me that she spent most of the night sitting with her arms streched back on the top of the chair really exposing her boobs to Frank. She told me she also sat with her legs folded so that her feet were under her butt, and where the heel of her foot was in very close contact with her clit. After 30 minutes of generally conversation, the subject of sex came up. She actually started it by asking if one of the reasons for the his divorce was in part because of sexual problems.

Frank said that even though they had a great sex life, he still wished they would have had sex on a more reular basis. He also told her that his wife did not swallow his load when she gave him a blow job…something he had not had done to him in years. My wife said she had to look away, trying to keep him from asking the next question, but out it came. He asked her do you swallow? Smilling shyly, she responed, Well yea! I thought all women did! With this, she noticed he was now diverting his eye contact with her, she glanced down and saw the head of his cock barely protruding through the leg of his shorts. This vision began a stir in her shorts and she began to feel that familiar pang. She began rubbing her clit against the heel of her foot.

Moving back and forth in a slight motion as she didnt want to bring any attention to herself. She was building and egging on the orgasim she was looking for.

Whats the matter, cat got your tounge? No he said, I was just thinking about the possibilities! Then their eyes met for the first time in several minutes. You could see what was going through their minds without anyone saying a word. I am game if you are? she said. God, I would love too, he said. I need to go home and take care of the ki**, get them in bed, take a shower and clean up first. It may be late before I can get back! Well, that means you will just have that much longer of a time to think about it-huh? He smiled finished off his beer and said I will be back by 11:00. She smiled back and told him to let himself in when he returned, the door would be unlocked. They shared a deep kiss and a quick stroke before they said good bye, and with that he left.

Well, I had to tell her that I was very excited about all that had gone on, I asked her if she was sure she wanted to do that, after a pause, she said Yes, she was very interested in giving a man something that he had not had in a long time. I told her again that I was not oppossed to the situation, to have fun, and made her promise to tell me all about it in the morning when I got home. With that we said good-bye, and I knew I would spend the rest of the night wanting to be there to watch….Lucky Frank!

• Annie [part 1 of 4] by: darkhorse
• Lennox is away by: johnny

Gotta Love Camping [part 1 of 4]
By: Dirty_Little_Monkey

Last summer, i was 19 and was hanging out with my buddy at his camp. Jeff and I pretty much grew up together so im looked as a long lost brother.

anyways, My names Mike, i am sporty kinda guy i love hockey so im in pretty good shape, still trying to get my abs back tho. anyways, we were out swimming me, him and his 2 sisters and their friends. Marie and Jo are his sisters while April and Jen are their friends. Marie and April are both 18 and both pretty good looking, while Jo and Jen are both 19 and Jeff is 20, a year older then me.

Marie is a lil blond girl, about 5’10, id say a 32C with nice legs.

April is shorter at about 5’6 with dark hair, and with also a C cup. and a very sexy ass. Jo who is the other sister isnt hot at all but her friend is gorgeous and reminds me of Avril Lavigne only with bigger tits.

Well me and Jeff were out on the Dock and being guys lol. just screwing around pushing each other in and stuff like that when we started swimming with the girls. ive always thought Marie was very cute but she had only recently turned 18 so now i flirted with her abit, trying to hide it from her bro. April had the hots for me and she teased ALOT. both in bikinis, looking real good. they started playing with me in the water, rubbing my legs and stuff, and i thought nothing of it.

later that night we all decided to take a sauna, and u can fit everyone in it but i got it so hot only myself and Marie were left in it cuz the others couldnt take it.

we started talking and she started getting closer and closer till our legs were almost sticking to each others. then we started flirting abit, and ive always wanted to fuck in a sauna, i dunno why, but always been a fantasy of mine. i started to blow on her skin and it was really hot obviously. she shuddered and put her hand on my leg and slowly started to rub abit, then she felt my hardening cock and she paused, we were both really sweaty by that time considering the heat. she looked at me and smile and grabbed some water shot it in my face and splashed her lips abit, then somehow we both leaned into a kiss.

she started rubbing my cock through my shorts. i was extremly hard. i had this amazing babe, in a bikini rubbing my hard cock, and she was also my buddies sister. greatest night of the weekend.

as we explored each others mouths with our tongues. i started to massage remove her top, and slowly played with her hardening nipples. i was in heaven, she slowly took my cock out of my shorts, and we broke our kiss, we both took some water and sprayed each other to get some of the sweat off, i took her bikini off and sat her down on the bench, we kept kissing and i pulled my shorts down and positioned my dick in front of her opening. then she broke the kiss.

Mike u cant, u dont have a condom on and its my first time she said.

Well what else could i do, i said ok and kissed her again, she took hold of my cock and stroked it abit and said Mike, ur the first guy that i have ever went this far with, most guys just kiss and fumble around with their hands, and they suck, i want u to be my first, but not in here. instead i have a better idea with that she put her legs higher and put them over my shoulders and put my cock in line with her asshole. i thought i would come right then and there.

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im a virgin there 2 but at least we dont have to worry about me getting pregnant. but be careful please. i was too happy to oblige, plus our sweat and the water was a perfect lub. i slowly positioned myself again and started to enter. the feeling was amazing, i mean ive had my share of women but never had the oppertunity to do some anal, and ive always wanted to.

i went in real slow, trying not to hurt her, i could feel her sphincter just squeezing my cock. what an incredible feeling. i looked at her face and u can tell she was trying real hard to relax, i couldnt tell if she enjoyed it or not, so i stopped and then she said keep going, it feels wierd but good in a way i kissed her and started pushing, she moaned in my mouth and i kept going till i had my full 7 and half inch cock into her. i started to pull out and her eyes opened and i thought she would scream. she didnt, but started to move her hips abit.

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i started thursting in and out of her and she was meeting my thrusts. it was so hot, both of us sweating alot, and just humping her was adding to it. i could feel the sweat going down my back as i started to fuck her a lil faster. she was loving it, trying not to moan everytime i pushed and pulled out. i started to feel myself come when she gave me a huge kiss and just screamed in my mouth, at the same time i felt her ass get really tight, i thought she would squeeze my dick off. but it did the trick, i came real hard. 3 big spurts if come had just filled her ass. while her come was leaking on me. i pulled out and she took me in her mouth and licked me clean. we both jumped in the shower but naked. i went out first so not to make it look wierd considering we had to change in the same room and as i walked out to go outside i seen April start hiding in the bushes. i kept going to the trailer where i was sleeping. my buddi slept in the camp, while the girls slept in a tent and i slept in a trailer.

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• A young couple’s first time
• It finally happened

Enough with Conviction…
By: Pent Up (cell239@hotmail.com)

I’m a little rusty, so give me a break… _____________________________________________________

It was a dark day for 25-year-old Evangeline. In love with a younger ruffian named John, only 20, she was smitten by his words, his muscles and his manner. He was large, well-built and a little white, even when in the sun. She watched him closely as he worked on the property of her family; she lived with her strict parents, very religious, even as she had a boyfriend.

She had had brought him into her bedroom, and she’s been as far as second base with him, but her father was especially vigilant, stopping their most passionate of advances towards each other, akin to Romeo and Juliet portrayed in the MGM Grand classic. But this time, she had gone too far…

Eva was with her boyfriend, Don, in her room while her parents were out gardening, using John’s brawn and know-how to plan out the start of a pool where they had a backyard surrounded by woodland, living in Colorado, close to the mountains. It was the middle of the summer, and Eva was on top on Don as she rode his face, feeling the unmatched skill of his tongue working on her hardened clit. She was moaning, jerking Don off as she looked out the window. Down in the backyard, shirtless with her mother and father, was John, sweaty and worked up from the previous landscaping. She watched him, imagining that it was his tongue that filled her needy cunt, his hard cock in her soft grasp. Oh yes, John, she says, moaning and closing her eyes. Immediately, there was an explosion from Don underneath her.

She was thrown off of his face and he was rightfully furious with her. I knew you saw him instead of me when you kissed me! he roared, his dismay echoing to the outside. John was off like a shot, just in case Evangeline was in trouble; he, too, was swooned by her grace, charm and beauty. Her parents followed as he was inside like a flash, bolting up the stairs. There he saw Don, yelling at Eva as she fell to her knees, begging his forgiveness. He was about to hit her out of anger until John, 10 years the man’s junior, grabbed Don by the arm and threw him out, falling to the floor in front of Eva’s father. Noticably furious, all three adults started yelling. However, in their own little world, John helped Eva to her feet and helped her re-dress, kissing her forehead and telling her to meet him in the wooded area behind the guest house, where the site of the pool house was to be…

Just as she was directed, Evangeline was resting against the back of the guest house, looking into the woods. She looked around, hiding in the dark in a sheer black babydoll, wearing a silk g-string underneath.

She was always a shopper of the Victoria’s Secret catalogue; if the reader has not figured out yet, she is still a virgin by this time and feeling desperate to get rid of it. She quietly called out for John, seeing a flashlight a couple hundred metres from the guest house. The person flickers it to signal her to approach. She was wearing running shoes to keep her feet safe as she wandered into the woods, hoping and praying that she didn’t trip and fall with her lingerie on. She made it to the clearing, looking to John, who was resting on a blanket, watching the lovely older woman make her way to the blanket.

He got up, showing to her that he was completely naked and shaven, just like the wet pussy that was covered by her black silk thong. You didn’t have to dress up for me, he says with a smile, watching her move into his arms. She said nothing as she sunk into his shoulder, taking in his scent, hoping to remember everything about him and this night; she knew that he was going to take her virginity, and if he wasn’t, she would force him, turning him on until he couldn’t stop himself.

Evangeline looked deeply into his blue eyes, kissing his cheek. Take me now, she begs, starting to lie down on the bed, illuminated by the full moon through the trees.

Take me, make me a woman; make me yours! She didn’t even bother with foreplay, whipping her own thong off and pulling him down by his cock. John is surprised and taken aback by her aggressive need for his sex. He takes her hands in an attempt to stop her, but immediately, she took his cock in her mouth. Eva, he tries to say, but it comes out like a moan. Eva, you need to slow down.

No slowing down, she says, pulling his cock out just to stroke it and make it harder; he had good control. No stopping, no taking our time; John, you have no idea how bad I’ve wanted you. The reason why he almost hit me today was because I called out your name. I need you inside me, I need to feel your body against me, taking me, NOW.

Evangeline pulls him down, kissing his lips without restraint. John held her close, unclipping the babydoll and slipping it from her body. D-Cup breasts slip free, her nipples hard and perky with no more but a breath of warm air from John as he lowers himself to her breasts. She pushes him down and squats over his hips, holding his hard cock up. Wait, Eva, he says, taking her wrist firmly. Are you sure this is what you want? Are you sure that you don’t want to save this for your husband? She smiles and lowers herself until the head moves into her. He could feel how dripping wet she was. first time lesbien stories

John, Eva says, looking into his eyes, if I had my choice, you’d be years older and I’d be wearing the very ring you placed on my finger. John’s touch was hot as he blushed, releasing her wrist to let her go down further. She smiled brightly as him and moans as she goes down lower, ripping her hymen wide open as he went deeper and deeper. She bounced up and down slowly until she was stretched open, allowing his whole size to fill her up. She stopped moving as she held his cock tightly inside her, just resting against him. John pulls her into his arms, holding her closely as she started to cry against him, in pain or happiness, John didn’t know. He sat up and just held her.

Don’t stop, she begged, pulling back to look into his eyes. Please don’t stop. I want to feel it. I want to feel your semen inside me. Please, John! Evangeline spoke in sobs, pleading through her bright brown eyes. John got up and laid her down, Eva on the bottom. I shall do my best, he says, and she smiles, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately.

John held her as he started to buck his hips against her, moving slowly. She was so wet, though, that it felt very easy to move in and out of her. This encourages him to move more quickly, making her moan and squeal as her first fuck sent waves of pleasure through her athletic and petite frame. She was writhing after 10 minutes of his hips’ movement, crying into his shoulder and biting down as a powerful orgasm swept through, sending her into convulsions and shivers that he felt in sympathy. Moving his arm around her back, John lays her down on the blanket and starts to pull out of her…

No! Eva shrieked, quickly covering her mouth. She lowered her voice and shook her head, saying, No, don’t pull out. I want you to fill me. John was noticably hesitant with the idea.

She weakly wrapped her legs around his hips and forced him back in, so he just kept going, spreading her legs as he continued to fuck her. Thank you, she squeals as he starts to go faster. She was still so tight, and she was clenching down on him as he pushed forward, so it was a few minutes more until John started to shake. He moved in closer, grinding into her as she moaned. She could feel the hot seed start to fill her, sending her into a micro-orgasm with the heat and the light stretching from the viscous white liquid that started to fill her womb. She held onto him tightly, not wanting to let him go; she wanted every drop inside of her…

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I laid in my bed as the dawn raised about two weeks later.

I can’t even begin to explain the warmth that covers my body by just thinking about him rising for the day and getting prepared to help my parents build the new pool. My thoughts wander to his naked body in the shower and I feel shutters travel down my spine. Don had dumped me right after that big fight, and my parents had nearly decided to ground me, but I had threatened to leave if they even tried. I knew that I could never really do that, as I knew it would be the end of ever seeing John again.

Slowly, I walk to the bathroom and do what I must do and set the test on the counter. While walking back to the bedroom I try to not think on the results as I crawl back into the warmth of my own bed. I take a moment to look at the clock and then I hear my own groan echo on the walls as I cuddle up move under my covers. I can feel my nerves settling over me as I lay there. I wasn’t sure how I was going to make it through the next fifteen minutes, and what was worse, I felt alone for the first time in my long life. I hear a knock on the door and my mother tells me that it is time to come down for breakfast.

My words ring out, I don’t feel so well, Mom. I’m going to just be down later. I listen to my mom walk down the hall and give a gentle groan, as I know that I can not handle a baby on my own. Would he push me away? Would he stay? What would those parents say and do?

I knew I wanted him, and I could practically feel his skin moving on mine in heated passion as I laid there. The shutter that ran through my body was not in my imagination though. Moving the comforter I pull up my shirt and just stare at my tummy. Without even the official testing I know that there is a baby in there. I can feel it vibrating through my bones and in my weakness. I felt my lips form a smile, as I knew this was my baby, and I would do all that I could to protect it. I knew I loved him, and that meant that things were going to work out right, right? Only for a moment did I let my mind think about my parents and what they might say about the whole situation. When I realized that John would get fired, and I would be gone again. I would either have him, or he would leave me. I needed a job and fast. I only hoped that I could get one.

I shifted on the bed and stared down to my tummy and let out a soft sigh. Then I looked out the window to see him working on the new pool house that my parents were having built. He must have been out there only moments, but I couldn’t help but watch the man without his shirt on. Moving to the bench in front of my window; I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. I leaned on the edge and just watched him as he worked on the ground. After a few lingering moments I turned and saw that it was time.
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My nerves took me over, as I slowly stood from in front of my window. I then moved and felt myself shaking as I opened the bathroom door and stepped onto the cool tile. I picked up the test, but I hadn’t looked down yet.

My eyes looked at myself in the mirror, and I gave myself a smile as I whispered, I can do this. I moved my eyes downwards and saw the positive mark. I squealed out with joy and then laughed. My ch** was from the man I love. I run out the door, still in my pajamas, with a blanket around my shoulders. I looked down and felt my throat go dry as I speak, John? ___________________________________________________________________

He was outside, laying the foundation for the new pool house; it was obvious that John was going to be living in the guest house as a permanent resident. However, as he worked, he heard Evangeline’s sweet voice calling his name. He stood up and looked to her, seeing the pregnancy test in her hand. He smiles and kisses her forehead. As soon as I’m done here, you might as well pack your things and move into the guest house, he says, looking into her eyes.

I won’t be leaving either. As for your parents, we’ll have to figure that out shortly.

I love you, Eva whispers to him before running back inside. John tried to reply, but she was off like a shot, and he smiled as she watched her glow under the sun as she went back inside. He went back to work, thinking about how he was going to let her parents know…

• Me’nage au trois part 8
• By: dr sex there i was again, in the presence of a wonderful man who makes me very horny

Annie [part 1 of 4]
By: DarkHorse (kdavies@gmail.com)

When I saw her I almost died.

She stood behind the counter with the body of an Amazon and the looks of a beauty queen. She must have been in her early thirties, with long blonde hair that went halfway down her back. I had expected to see the old man who ran the magazine shop. Instead I got a porn star.

Damn.

I wanted to go back home. But I had been looking forward to this for too long. For my my 18th birthday I was going to treat myself to a porn magazine. I headed for the mens’ section, and selected the most recent copy of Hustler, American version.

You like American Hustler? the sex goddess said.

Um, yeah I stammered.

Me too. Much better than the Aussie version. More rauchier. I don’t understand why just because we live in New Zealand they think we’d be interested in things Australian anyway.

I nodded. I didn’t want to tell her that I had never read a Hustler magazine in my life.

I had just heard that it was the most hardcore of the mainstream porn magazines and that the American version was the least censored.

I handed her my money and went to leave.

You know tomorrow we’ve got a new shipment coming in she said.

Um, thanks I said.

No problem, enjoy your magazine.

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As soon as I got home I went into my bedroom, plopped the magzine on the bed and tore off the clear plastic covering. With one hand wrapped around my cock I opened the magazine to near the middle.

There, spread across two pages, was a close up of a glistening vulva, covered in come.

I had been afraid that the magazine would be fill of just body shots and blacked out boxes. But this was better than I dreamed. I did what any red blooded male in my situation would have done. I jacked off like my life depended on it.

I turned to another page. This time it was a photo of a brunette with a cock on either side of her. In her right hand she held one cock and was licking the head of the other one. She sat with her legs apart, giving the camera a full view of her shaved pussy.

I jacked as hard as I could. My legs buckled and come shot out of my seven inch penis with force like I had never experienced before. It covered the magazine and the bedspread.

It was the best masturbation session I had ever had. It may have also been one of the shortest but that was beside the point. I grabbed a towel and tidied up before anyone got home.

That night I had to relieve myself three more times with the magazine. I don’t think my cock or right hand had ever gotten so much exercise. I decided in the morning to go to the magazine shop again. With orgasms this good, I needed another hit.

************************************************************************ * Did you come? asked Miss Sexbomb, from behind the magazine shop coun ter.

I managed a nervous laugh. first time nudism stories

Don’t tell me you’re one of those ‘I only read it for the articles’? I creamed five times last night thinking about you getting yourself off.

Um, I, …

Oh my god, you’re a virgin aren’t you? Don’t be embarassed. I’ve had quite a few young men like you walk in this shop. None as cute as you, though.

I, ah, …

I’ve just moved to Belmont from Takapuna. I look after Dad’s shop part-time.

I just wanted to get out of there.

I’m shutting up shop soon, Dad’s coming to look after it in about five minutes. You wanna go to my place?

I didn’t know if I was in a nightmare or a dream.

Come on, I don’t bite.

I can’t, I’m busy I said.

Oh sure. You just want to get home and get back to your Hustler.

I shook my head. No, really, I’m busy.

You’re not a very good liar.

I breathed in deep. Come on you wuss I thought. She wants you.

Ok I said.

Great.

My name’s Annie by the way. What’s yours?

Um, Kevin.

Nice to meet you, Kevin. We’ll just wait for my dad to get here and then we’ll go, ok? first time illustrated stories

Ok.

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Annie opened the door to her apartment.

It’s not much but I’m just renting while I save money.

Annie’s place was a small one bedroom apartment with a modest lounge and kitchen. I noticed Annie had a fondness for wooden African art.

Would you like a coffee, Kevin? Annie said.

No thanks I said.

Annie took hold of both my hands.

I know you’re really nervous and that’s really sweet. But you’ve got nothing to be scared of.

She put my arms around her waist and then kissed me.

See? That’s nice. Now I’m going to kiss you again. But this time I want you to open your mouth.

She pressed her lips against mine. I opened my mouth. Without even thinking about it I thrust my tongue out.

Annie unwrapped my arms from around her waist.

I’m just going to disconnect the phone. There’s nothing worse than someone calling you when you’re just about to fuck.

I stood in disbelief. I was going to have sex for the first time.

There, done. Now where were we? said Annie.

We were kissing I said.

Annie began to unbutton my shirt, starting from the top.

Yes, and I was about to give you a blowjob.

Annie pulled out my cock and stared. I thought there was something wrong.

That’s the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen.

Then, for the first time, I felt the warmth of a woman’s mouth around my penis. I closed my eyes, savouring every sensation. Then I looked down. Annie was bobbing her head up down my shaft, like she was fucking my cock with her mouth. The feeling of her lips moving along my cock increased the pleasure tenfold..

Annie popped my cock out her mouth. Come all over my face, baby she said as she opened her mouth wide and feverously pumped my cock.

Come on baby, give me that wonderful come.

I felt my balls tighten. My cock jerked, then I came. It shot out and covered her lips and nose. Annie cried out with delight, trying to catch as much of it as she could in her mouth.

Yummy. You like that, honey? she said.

I nodded. Yeah.

Annie laughed.

Me too.

You want to go into the bedroom?

I nodded. Ok.

We tidied and then Annie led me into her bedroom. Most of it was taken up by a queen size bed. Annie walked around to the other side, took off her shoes and pulled down her skirt. She then took off her panties and blouse. Last of all she undid her bra.

It was the first time I had ever seen a woman naked in real life.

Annie looked at me and laughed.

You can get naked too you know she said.

Feeling awkward, I got undressed.

How do you want to do this? Annie said.

Um …

Lie on the bed, I’m going to ride you said Annie.

I got on the bed laid on my back with my cock sticking up. My dick was harder than it had ever been before. Annie positioned herself ove it and rubbed her pussy lips against the head.

You like that don’t you? said Annie.

Yes I said, moaning with pleasure.

Annie slowly sat herself down on my cock until the whole thing was inside her. It felt even better than I had imagined it would.

Play with my boobies, baby.

I caressed her breasts with my hands, kneading them, and rubbing the nipples. I lifted my head up.

That’s it baby, suck those titties.

I sucked and licked her nipples for all I was worth. Annie rode me like her life depended on it. She threw her head back and cried out with pleasure.

Ohhhh baby, you’re cock is so good.

I sat up and wrapped my left arm around her waist.

I’m coming said Annie, her ass moving up and down my cock.

I rolled Annie onto her back while she was still climaxing and fucked her pussy hard. I pushed forward, lifting her legs up over my shoulders and getting in as deep as I could.

Annie opened her eyes opened wide. She took in a deep breath.

Oh my fucking god, you’re going to give me the best orgasm of my life.

I continued to fuck her.

Ohhhhh yesssss, baby.

I felt myself about to come again. Annie tensed. I came, and then Annie came. Her face grimaced, like she was in pain, and then she relaxed. She breathed heavy, as if she had been on a run.

We collapsed in a heap. Then Annie crawled into my arms.

That was fucking unbelievable she said.

I looked up at the ceiling. For the first time I had made love to a woman.

You didn’t notice, did you? said Annie as I lightly touched the side of her face.

What? I said.

When I was giving you that blowjob, I came twice.

Really?

Just because a woman isn’t making a lot of noise doesn’t mean she isn’t having an orgasm.

I nodded and pulled her closer.

Sometimes she wants to be discreet, right? I said, jokingly.

Annie laughed. Yeah, something like that.

For a moment she said nothing.

The way you look at me, makes me feel so sexy. My ass is too fat and my boobs aren’t exactly as firm as what they used to be, yet you look at me like I’m a sex goddess. And the way you’re holding me right now, a lot of men would have just turned over and gone to sleep. There’s just something about you that women love. You just ooze sex.

I don’t think I’m all that I said.

That’s just it. You don’t see it. There’s no arrogance about you. But trust me, you’re one sexy young man. And as you get older you’re going to get even sexier.

Thank you I said.

Believe me, in the future, women will be thanking you.

Annie smiled.

You dark horse, you.

THE END

• It finally happened
• Lennox is away by: johnny

A young couple’s first time
By: Anonymous

Got this story idea from a reader. I hope I do it justice.

Two young lovers have loving held each other, kissed and petted heavily and have decided to take it all the way… first time gyno stories

Her: I love how he makes me feel so safe and secure in his arms. I love kissing him, and touching him. I get so aroused on our dates that I have to play with my pussy when I get home. We have waited long enough. I can’t believe we have agreed to do this!

Him: She is a goddess! I love sucking on her tits and fingering her pussy. Her blow jobs are amazing! I can’ wait to fuck her tonight!

The young couple are home alone in her bedroom. Both are nervous an shy as they begin to kiss.

Her: I love his kisses, his tongue in my mouth. I can feel his cock against my leg already. I undo his belt buckle then unbutton and unzip his pants to free his cock and it springs out as I push his pants and underwear down to the floor. I grasp it in my hand.

It is so warm and the skin so soft though it is hard as a rock. I hear him moan as he slides his hands to my shirt and with expert hands, take it off and flicks my bra open so that I am undressed from the waist up. I drop my skirt to the floor and he adds his shirt and we move to the side of the bed.

Him: Aaah! She is stroking my meat and fondling my balls. I hope she wants to suck it. I still want to fuck her afterwards. Maybe she will ask me to eat her pusysy. She never let me before.

Her: I want to suck him in the worst way. I drop to my knees and feed his length into my mouth. He is so big! I know because I measured it and it was eight and half inches long a a few inches around. I remember the first time I saw it! I thought no way was that going to fit in me, but now I am willing to try! His cock feels like it is swelling in my mouth as I bob my head up and down as he is fucking my mouth, my fingers lightly scratching the inside of his strong thighs, and massaging his heavy nut sac. I let my tongue up and down his length and I hear him groan loudly. He is breathing is ragged,and I vaguely hear his pleas to stop because he doesn’t want to cum yet.

I pay no heed. I am so turned on I have to stick my hand into my soaked panties and flicker my finger over my clit. I am so close…he grabs my hair painfully and as I orgasm,he pulls me off hs cock so he doesn’t come.

Him: Damn, she is so good at sucking cock. Feels so fucking good being in her mouth but as good as it is, want to cum in he pussy. Oh. wow her hands on my balls…incredible She is working my cock like a lollipop.Can’t help but groan out loud as I start to fuck her face. Oh shit. I feel like I am going to cum! Quick. think of bills, think of changing the oil, think of something else. Gotta get her to stop. Crap she is cumming. I really want to fuck her now!

Her: He wants to eat my pussy now. No time for that now! I need him to fuck me! I want him inside me. Crap, it might hurt. Who cares? I am not afraid. I want him to stuff that cock of his in my virgin pussy. I want him to fuck me!

Him: I wanted to suck and lick her pussy first, but she wants me to fuck her now. I lay between her legs and finger he wet pussy a few moments and start to put my cock in. There is some resistance but a hard thrust and I am in!

I cannot believe how hot how tigtht it feels! I am inside her! I cannot begin to describe how amazing she feels!

Her: He is so patient…he sticks his cock in me, then stops He pushes hard. SHIT! It feels like just tore me apart! It hurts!! Ohhhh ,he needs to stop, heis too big! Wait. the pain is going away. Oh it feels amazing. I feel so ful, so stuffed. I don’t want him to move. What is he doing? Is he pulling out? NO!

Him: I pull most of the way out and I love the way she clutches me, and I sink myself back into her warmth. I do this again then again then I do it faster and faster still. I am fucking my girl! I am fucking her good! I watch as her eyes slam shut and feel her pussy grip my cock so hard as she is shuddering in my arms, that empty a huge load of cum deep in her pussy.

Her: His cock keeps moving in and out of my pussy. Feels so good. I am going to cum! Ohhhh!!! I can feel his cum shoot in my pussy. Ohhhhh…

The young lovers fall asleep in each other’s arms.

• Gotta love camping
• It finally happened

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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