Discovering Amy: Part 1

Discovering Amy: Part 2

AMY GIVES HER FIRST BLOWJOB. In 2 parts, by Djmac1031 [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=6125486&page=submissions]. Listen to the ► podcast [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/DiscoveringAmy2c.mp3] at Steamy Stories [http://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories] [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/DiscoveringAmy2.jpg] Tommy sat by the edge of the pool, alone with his thoughts as he waited for Amy to come back out of the house. Both of them had made it back unseen and unquestioned from their little secret getaway into the woods. He had just gotten back poolside when Amy’s best friend Cindy came over to him. “If you’re looking for Amy, I just passed her in the house a minute ago,” Cindy said. “She looked kind of strange, and freaked out a little. You two love birds aren’t fighting or something are you?”Tommy sighed inwardly. Cindy was a good friend to Amy, but she was always so damn nosy. She’d been “shipping” the both of them since long before “shipping” had become a catchphrase, and a stupid one at that, Tommy thought. “No, of course not,” Tommy replied, as casually as he could. “I haven’t seen her since the Marco / Polo game broke up a while ago and everybody wandered off.” Cindy looked skeptical. “Thought I saw you two still chatting after I got out of the pool,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “You sure somethings not up? You better not have upset my bestie!” she growled. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tommy said, a little too defensively. “I’m gonna talk to her about it later tonight, ya know. I’m sleeping over. I’ll get her to dish, whatever it is, you know that right?” Cindy claimed boldly. Tommy shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “You guys have fun, talk about whatever you want, I don’t care.” Cindy gave him a look that said she didn’t quite believe that, then spun and walked away. Tommy watched her leave, relieved she was finally gone. He caught himself looking at her plump ass as she retreated, then quickly averted his eyes. Cindy was cute, even beautiful he had to admit. If he was being honest with himself, he found her attractive sexually. But he certainly didn’t have any feelings for her. Not like he had for Amy. Tommy’s thoughts drifted back to Amy, and their time alone in the woods, and what they’d done together, a series of firsts for both of them. He thought of her final words to him before she left the wooded path for the house: “I love you too.” Was it love, he thought? It was certainly more than just some teenage “crush.” Was it just sexual? No, he thought. He’d had feelings for her long before what became their first sexual explorations together this evening. He was just finally getting around to admitting it to himself, and understanding that Amy had these same feelings too. It was all so new, so confusing. But exciting too, he had to admit. He sat there alone, feet in the water, thinking about all of that, and trying not to think about the handjob Amy had given him just minutes ago, or about seeing and touching her breasts for the first time. The last thing he wanted was to pitch another tent right there by the side of the pool. He looked up from his thoughts and saw Amy’s mom heading into the house. Tommy had a moment of panic. He hoped Amy was done doing, well, whatever she was doing in there. She’d been gone awhile. But he supposed she had to clean up the mess he’d made. She was probably washing her suit and towel out, making sure no telltale stains were left behind. He didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath until he saw Amy bound out the door and down the steps into the yard, and he let it out in a rush of relief. She looked happy and carefree enough, so if she’d encountered her mom it must have gone okay. Amy paused, looking around, and her face lit up in a radiant smile when she spotted him. Amy had to keep herself from running over to Tommy. She felt like she was floating over the grass, not simply stepping across it as she walked towards him, butterflies in her stomach. He stood as she approached, and it struck her, not for the first time, just how handsome he was. His eyes were a strange but beautiful combo of green and brown, with yellow flecks you could only see up close. His hair was a darker blonde than hers, although it was lightened now by the sun and spiky in a short summer cut. His body was lean and lanky, with wide shoulders and long legs. While not super muscular, what he had was lean and firm and strong from the various forms of physical work he always seemed to be doing. Amy’s eyes traveled down his hairless chest to his stomach, then (not for the first time) to that hint of a V shape that started just under his abs, pointing the way towards his, “No, stop, not now,” Amy thought. “That way madness lies,” she laughed to herself, remembering her Shakespeare. She hoped he hadn’t caught her looking, then realized maybe she wouldn’t mind so much if he had anyway. His eyes seemed fixed on her as she approached, and they were speckled moonlight. Amy felt her heart flutter and a tingle between her legs. “Oh girl,” she thought. “If this is love, you’re in trouble,” she groaned inwardly. Then they were together, standing face to face. Amy desperately wanted to hug him, to kiss him, but they both knew they couldn’t risk such open displays of affection just now. So she instead simply spoke, “Hey there.” “Hey,” Tommy replied, almost a whisper. They both stood there, smiling like, well, two young lovers. Neither knew what to say next. Tommy broke the silence. “Wanna get a snack?” “I’d love to,” was her reply. They spent the rest of the party almost entirely by each other’s side. Oh they socialized, chatted with their other friends, even played horseshoes for a while. But they we’re always at least close by, making eye contact and sharing secret smiles. The party eventually started to wind down, and people began saying their goodbyes. Tommy kept a respectful distance as many were approaching Amy to congratulate her and say goodnight. She stood for a while with her parents, thanking each guest in turn for coming and for their thoughtful gifts, etc. He felt a sudden tap on his shoulder. It was his mother. “Hey sport, I’m gonna go. Do you want a ride back with me or are you staying for a bit?” They only lived a few blocks away, an easy walking distance, but his mom had driven so she could bring over the food she’d volunteered to make and the graduation gifts they’d gotten for Amy. “Is it okay if I stay a bit? Amy’s parents said it was okay if a few of us stayed and watched a movie,” I explained. “I can walk home after, no problem. It’s a nice night.” Mom looked at him and grinned. “Wanna spend more time with Amy, huh?” she said knowingly. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed how much time you two have been spending together lately.” Tommy gulped but said nothing. His mother relented. “Well, okay. I trust you, and I trust Amy’s parents. You won’t get into too much trouble I think. Just behave yourself, you hear? Be a good gentleman. And be home by midnight.” Tommy smiled and nodded. “Sure mom, you bet. Thanks.” “Just remember: God is watching you.” And with that she turned to make her goodbyes to Amy and her parents. “Yeah, well, we gave him a hell of a show earlier then,” Tommy thought to himself, and had to stifle a laugh. The popcorn was made, some fruit juice poured, (“You guys have had enough soda for one day” Amy’s mom had said, stern but kindly) and they were settling down to watch the movie. The only person who wound up staying besides Tommy was Cindy, who of course was sleeping over. Amy and Cindy were on the center couch. Tommy sat alone in a recliner chair off to the side, as Amy’s parents came in from the kitchen. “We’re heading up to bed now,” Amy’s dad started. “We expect you kids to behave yourself.” Amy’s mom turned and looked directly at Tommy. “I expect you’ll be a gentleman and show respect for our house?” she asked him. “Yes ma'am, yes sir,” Tommy replied, addressing both parents. Mom nodded, then turned to Cindy. “Cindy, you’re chaperone. Keep a watch over these two. They’ve been making eyes at each other all night.” “Mom!” Amy cried, embarrassed. “What? You thought we didn’t notice? We’re not as blind as you think we are,” her mom shot back. Amy flushed crimson, but said nothing more. “Cindy?” Mom continued, “you heard me right? You’re on guard duty. Understand?” Cindy barely contained her eye roll but nodded and replied, “Yes ma'am, of course.” “Just remember,” Dad said suddenly, “leave room for the Holy Spirit,” and looking directly at Tommy, dropped him a wink and smiled. Tommy gulped. He had no clue what to make of that at all, so he simply nodded. Mom threw dad a sharp glare and his smile quickly faded. “Straight home after the movie young man, you understand me?” Mom said. “Yes ma'am, I understand,” Tommy replied. Then they both gave Amy a kiss on the cheek and went upstairs to their bedroom. The room was silent for several moments after they left, finally broken by Cindy. “Well that was awkward,” she blurted. They all laughed, breaking the tension. They’d all changed into some dry clothes earlier, (Tommy had only just remembered to fetch his from his mom’s car before she left) and Tommy couldn’t help but notice how cute Amy looked in her sleepwear; a pink Hello Kitty pajama top and matching shorts. It was, as all her outfits were, modest, but it left her shoulders bare and he could see the tan lines made by her bathing suit. Suddenly he was thinking about her breasts, exposed and pale in the moonlight, as she’d slowly slipped down the straps, He was snapped out of this memory by a voice. “Tommy? Earth to Tommy!” It was Cindy. “You can’t see the TV well from there. Come sit on the couch with us. I’ll scoot over, you can sit next to Amy.” She smiled wryly, and Amy elbowed her good naturedly, but put up no further argument. “Yeah, sure, makes sense,” Tommy said casually, trying not to sound too eager. The girls scooted over and he sat down next to Amy, who was now in the middle, Cindy to her left at the other end. Their hips touched as he sat, and he awkwardly tried to figure out what to do with his left arm. He decided to put it around Amy’s shoulders. He made sure to keep his hand up on the couch, a safe distance from the tempting curve of her breast. Amy settled her head on Tommy’s shoulder, sighing almost imperceptibly in contentment. Cindy heard it though, and this time did not contain her eye roll, but smiled knowingly. They watched the movie like that for a while, in silence. It was some rom-com the girls had picked out, one of their favorites. Tommy didn’t really care what they picked. He wasn’t there for the movie. It was a PG film and a pretty tame one at that. No sex or nudity of course. Although there were a couple of kissing scenes and during them Tommy could feel Amy shifting slightly under his arm, and knew exactly what she was thinking. About an hour into the movie, Cindy suddenly stood up. Making a show of stretching (Tommy could not help but notice the way her large breasts pushed out from her less modest tank top, despite himself) and, mock yawning, turned to address them. “I’m tired, I think I’m gonna go to bed,” she announced, looking slyly at Tommy for a second. Then to Amy she added, “your parents bedroom is right across the hall from yours. Keep your cell phone nearby. If I hear them stir, I’ll text you.” Turning back to Tommy, she said, “There’s about 30 minutes left in this movie. If Amy’s not upstairs and in her bed in 35, I’m personally knocking on her parents door and waking them up.” “I know your parents told me to chaperone,” she continued, “but I figure if God sees all, let Him keep an eye on you two.” And with a sly wink and a totally knowing grin, she turned and went upstairs. Tommy and Amy both sat silent and shocked as they watched her go. Tommy broke the silence. “I, I can’t believe she just did that,” he muttered. Amy just sighed, cupped his face with her hand, turned it towards her own, and whispered, “she’s a good friend.” And just like that they were kissing. Tommy’s mind was spinning happily. She smelled so good, clean and fresh after her earlier shower. Some kind of floral scented shampoo, he thought, and he also caught a hint of what he guessed was perfume; a light, almost fruity scent. Her hair was loose, wavy, and flowing around her face and neck. He could taste her lip gloss, sweet with a hint of cinnamon. It wasn’t long before the arm he still had half on the couch dropped to a more comfortable, intimate position. Breaking the kiss a moment, he looked at her, head tilted, eyes questioning. No words were needed. She simply nodded her consent and shifted herself into a better position for his hand to gently cup her breast. Again he felt her hard little nipple underneath her shirt, already swollen. He could see her neck and what little skin that was exposed just above her chest flush with excitement as she squirmed under his touch. His hand then slid under the soft cotton fabric and found the bare skin of her breast beneath. He was surprised she wasn’t wearing a bra, but supposed the top was generally modest enough that she didn’t need one. Or, he speculated, she’d left it off on purpose. Amy rested her head back on the couch and closed her eyes, focusing on the incredible sensations, as his hand explored her firm young flesh. He was so gentle, and every time his fingers found her nipples her body jerked as if shocked. Tommy’s voice broke through her trance, whispering. “Amy, are you okay? Tell me if I hurt you, or,” “I’m fine, just, sensitive,” she stammered. She opened her eyes, imploring, “don’t stop, please.” She leaned in, finding his lips again. As they continued making out, he felt her hand land on his upper thigh, slowly moving towards his crotch. The loose fitting shorts he was wearing were containing his throbbing erection, but just barely. Then her hand was over it, feeling it’s length for the second time that night. Suddenly she was tugging at his waistband, trying desperately to free it. It took all of his willpower to grasp her hand and remove it. “Amy, we can’t. It’s too risky. And too, messy.” She groaned and frowned. “I know, but,” Tommy lifted her chin up to face him, and spoke softly, lovingly. “Amy, I want it too, but we have to be smart. If your parents walked in on us with my pants down, or if I made a mess again all over your couch,” he paused, removed his hand from her breast, and with one finger made the “throat cutting” gesture across his neck. She nodded, regretfully. “Yeah, you’re right. Dammit.” They sat quietly for a moment, just holding each other. She looked at him suddenly, with a determined glint in her eye. “Would you,” she paused, licked her lips, swallowed nervously, started again: “Would you, touch me, somewhere else?” Her voice was a weak whisper. “Where?” said Tommy, not getting it yet. Amy smiled shyly, looked down, and slowly parted her legs. Understanding dawned in his eyes. A huge grin spread on his face, but was quickly replaced by gentle concern. “Are you sure?” he asked sweetly. “Because I don’t want to pressure you, or make you feel like you have to,” Amy cut him off sharply but lovingly. “Tommy, if you don’t touch my Kitty right now I’ll wind up screaming in frustration. Please. I need this.” Her voice was a harsh whisper that contained a desperation he’d never heard from her before. Tommy was utterly taken aback by this outburst. Then he broke into a goofy grin. “Your kitty?” he said incredulously. Amy flushed with embarrassment. “It’s what, it’s what I’ve always, called, it. I know, it’s silly.” “It’s adorable,” said Tommy, “and so are you.” His hand went to the bare skin of her right thigh, slowly caressing her soft, tan skin. Her breathing became heavier as his hand slid higher up her thigh, finding the hem in the leg of her pajama shorts, then slipped under it. His fingers found the edge of her panties where they met her thigh, then paused. She moaned, put her hand on his, pushed it further. “Please,” she groaned, “please keep going.” His fingers started to work their way under the edge of her panties when she suddenly stopped him. “Just don’t, just don’t push your fingers, inside. Not all the way, okay? I’m still a virgin, and I wanna stay that way for now. At least till we’re ready to,” she stopped herself, then shrugged, “, well you know. Touch anywhere else you want, just don’t push inside, okay?” Tommy nodded, understanding. He knew enough about the female anatomy to understand what the hymen was and how it could be broken. He certainly didn’t want to push Amy beyond what she was ready for. “Don’t worry, I don’t ever want to hurt you, Amy. Please tell me if I do. And stop me if I go too far. I’ve never done this, and I want it to be right,” he said. “Just touch me,” she hissed. “I’ll guide you if needed, okay?” Without further hesitation, his hand slid up again, finding her panties, but instead of going under them he suddenly changed direction and went over the fabric, cupping her entire “Kitty” in his palm. What he found was warm, almost hot, and he could feel moisture seeping its way through the gusset, warm and slippery like a lotion or oil. He looked at her with happy confusion, and she smiled. “It gets that way sometimes. When it’s, excited.” She winked at him wickedly. “But you’re torturing me, Tommy. Here, let me just,” With a quick move, her hand was suddenly inside her pajama shorts, and with a jerk she pulled her panties aside, allowing him easier access. He instantly felt the hot wet flesh of her virgin cunt under the palm of his hand. He wasn’t sure who gasped louder at the moment of contact, him or her. Amy’s eyes rolled back in her head as his fingers started to explore her soft folds. Tommy was mesmerized by what he was feeling. His fingers gently probed and explored her swollen labia, then found where they separated as his fingers slipped between them, locating the entrance to her vagina. He stopped there, remembering his promise not to probe too deep. Cautiously, he stuck a finger tip in, then looked at Amy. “This okay? Not too much?” Her breath was hitching, as she struggled to keep quiet despite the immense pleasure. “Ya, yes, it’s fine,” she stammered. “Juh, just a little deeper. There, stop! Now just slide it in and out a bit.” He followed her instructions and she closed her eyes again, imagining, as she had when she’d masturbated earlier, that it was the tip of his cock sliding in and out of her virgin hole. She felt like a fire hydrant the way she was gushing from the gentle fingering. Tommy felt it too. “It’s so wet,” he said, his voice a low marvel. “I know, sorry,” she stuttered, barely able to speak. “Don’t be,” he whispered in her ear. “I got you way messier earlier, remember? Besides, I’m assuming this means I’m doing a good job, right?” “Oh, yes, yes you, oh, oh God, don’t stop, a little faster, oh, oh Jesus, I’m gonna,” Amy suddenly bit down on her lip so hard she thought it might bleed, as she felt the wave of her orgasm hit her, knocking her head back against the couch, her arm squeezing Tommy’s waist so tight he could barely breathe, her other hand flying to her mouth to cover her scream as her body shook uncontrollably. “Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop,” her voice came muffled from under her hand as she felt a fireball of pleasure spread outwardly from her vagina, simultaneously up towards her head and down to her toes. Then her sounds were no longer words, but high pitched squeals. Her body rocked forward, then back, then shook with what looked like a convulsion. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Amy gives her first blowjob. Amy had be

Discovering Amy: Part 1

TWO LIFE LONG FRIENDS START TO EXPLORE INTIMACY TOGETHER. In 2 parts, By D j mac 1031 [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Djmac1031/works/stories] - listen to the ► Podcast [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/DiscoveringAmy1c.mp3] at Connected [https://feeds.feedburner.com/connected-podcast]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/DiscoveringAmy1.jpg] The pool party had been going on for several hours, and it was well after dark, when Amy asked me if I’d wanted to go for a walk in the woods behind the house. She was 18, I was 19, but we’d known each other since we were toddlers, our families being very close and part of the same church group. The party was to celebrate her high school graduation (I graduated the year before) and was mainly our families along with some of our mutual friends from church and school. As I said, we’d been friends for a long time, but it was only in recent months that things seemed to change between us. Talking about our futures, our questions of what we wanted to do with our lives, our secret bonding over our mutual distaste of our parents’ particular brand of religion, had brought us closer together as friends, but also somehow felt more than ‘just’ friends. I’d certainly started noticing her beautiful body more recently as well. Amy was blonde, with curly shoulder length locks, now damp around her face. Blue eyes that almost matched the pool water we were currently floating in. Her one-piece bathing suit was modest (I’m sure her parents had some say in that) but still couldn’t help but highlight the curves of her perfect apple sized breasts, or the roundness of her ass that hadn’t quite lost its “baby fat” yet. She was well tanned of course; it was her pool and she spent a lot of time sunning herself when she wasn’t actually swimming in it. We’d been playing Marco Polo for awhile along with our friends, and there was the usual silliness, splashing, and occasional “accidental” groping of random body parts as we all chased each other around the pool, taking turns being the “blind” player. My hands had found Amy’s body on more than a few occasions when it was my turn. I was starting to think she was letting me catch her just so my hands could brush against her hips, her back, and yes once right across her round bubble ass. We’d been taking a break from the game and just floating nearby each other, catching our breath, when she asked about going for the walk. Most of our friends had left the pool already, getting snacks or drinks or just drying off. “You really wanna?” I asked, surprised. We’d been spending a lot of time together recently, but both of us having very religious conservative parents made it difficult to actually pursue any kind of true dating relationship. We weren’t girlfriend and boyfriend yet, not by any stretch, but had certainly progressed beyond mere childhood friends in the past several weeks. I still remember my surprise when she kissed me right on the lips at her graduation ceremony just a few days ago. Oh it was quick, and she’d been hugging and kissing lots of folks. But it wasn’t accidental on her part and it certainly didn’t feel platonic. “Yeah, come on, it’ll be fun, I promise,” she replied. The smile on her face was mischievous to say the least. I was a bit scared honestly. Both our parents would freak out if they caught us sneaking off together. I honestly couldn’t wait to get out of my house and away from all the religious nonsense. But until then I had to put up with their repressive bullshit that made it incredibly difficult for me to even consider dating any girls on a regular basis, let alone get laid. We climbed out of the pool, grabbed our towels, and took a look around. Our parents all seemed busy, chatting away with some of the other parents in attendance, drinking, laughing, and playing some card game. I didn’t think they’d notice us. “ Okay, let’s go, lead the way I guess. You know these woods better than me.” Amy didn’t hesitate. She took my hand and led me to a little path that was barely visible in the dark. As we got to the edge by the tree line, we both took one more look around, saw no one noticing us, and quietly slipped through the trees and down the path. We hadn’t gone very far when we came to a little clearing. A few stumps marked where some trees had been cleared, and a small pile of wood to one side, apparently the remains of some makeshift fort. “My brothers cleared this spot years ago; they used to have sleep-outs in their fort. They never let me come here with them but I’ve always known about it. They eventually forgot about it as they got older, but I never did. It’s a nice spot to just get away and be alone for a while,” she explained. “Yeah, it’s pretty cool I guess” I said, then, awkwardly, “not that many bugs here.” She laughed. “I keep it clear here so it doesn’t get overgrown. And I sprayed some bug killer here earlier this afternoon. Just in case.” She had that mischievous grin again and a twinkle in her eye I couldn’t fathom. “In case what?” I asked stupidly. God, the cluelessness of a teenage boy. “In case this” she said, and suddenly she was in my arms, her lips pressed to mine. I froze for a moment, but thankfully, instinct took over, and I kissed her back. She broke the kiss after a few seconds, almost reluctantly. "I’ve been wanting to do that forever, you know. I’ve been waiting so long for the right moment.“ I smiled, hoping she couldn’t see how red my face was in the moonlight that shone down on us. "Wow. Well I’m, I’m glad you did Amy. That was, that was really, that was really nice.” I stuttered around the words like an idiot. “I’m glad you liked it. Because I wanna do it again.” She smiled, looking at me in anticipation. This time I made the move, pulling her gently by the waist, leaning down a bit (she was shorter than me) and moving in for another kiss. She met me halfway and once again our lips connected. We were both inexperienced, but we got the hang of it quickly. I tested her lips with my tongue; they parted and accepted it. She offered her tongue in return, and we explored, if a bit awkwardly, the art of French kissing. We’d break the kiss only for a few moments to look into each other’s eyes, smile, then right back at it. My hands up until that point had remained on her hips. Her arms were up around my neck and she was standing on her toes to help get some height. I decided to be a bit bolder, and slowly started moving my hands. First just slowly up then back down her sides. I repeated this move a few times and her body seemed to respond positively, so I got braver. My hands went back to her hips, then slowly around to her back. While the front of her suit was modest, the back was mostly open, allowing my hands to gently caress her soft, perfect skin. She broke the kiss and giggled, “that tickles!” “Sorry,” I said, lying. “I didn’t say stop, did I?” She replied softly, then started kissing me again. My hands continued rubbing her back, but now I was moving them in small slow circles, lower, and lower still, stopping just above her ass. I could feel her wriggling, trying to stand taller, and realized she was trying to actually move her ass UP and into my hands! I took her signal and went with it, sliding my hands down and finally cupping the perfect teen bubble ass I’d up until then been able to admire only with my eyes. “Mmm,” she moaned as she broke the kiss. “Finally. Took you long enough,” she giggled again playfully. “I was trying to be a gentleman,” I joked. “Well stop trying so hard” she shot back playfully. “Oh yeah?“ I said in mock annoyance. "Well then,” and with that I playfully grabbed her ass harder. What happened next happened quickly. My pull on her ass threw her off the balance of her toes, and she fell forward, right into me, our bodies touching fully for the first time. And that’s when I realized I had a massive erection. I felt her lower stomach lean right into it when she slipped, felt the simultaneous jolt of pain from the impact and pleasure from, well, the contact. She was laughing at first, then suddenly went quiet as she looked down, confused for a moment. Then her eyes went wide as she looked up at me. “Is that, is that your,” Now she was the one stuttering. "Is that what I think it is?“ She managed to get out. My face went beet red. "Yeah, um, look, sorry, I,” “It’s  okay” she cut in. “Did I, did I hurt you?” “No,” I replied. (it had hurt, but only a little really and I didn’t want to make her feel bad.) “Oh,  okay, good.” She said, biting her lip. We stood there in awkward silence for a moment. But she didn’t back away, and I certainly didn’t want her to. My cock was throbbing, straining against the fabric of my suit, and while separated by my suit and her own, I still enjoyed the contact of another person, especially my beautiful friend Amy, touching up against my penis, even if only indirectly. I didn’t want the moment to end. But I didn’t know how to continue. Amy finally broke the silence. "Is that, because of me?“ She asked shyly. "Yes” I managed. She pulled away from me and I almost groaned. I didn’t want her to move. But she only pulled back far enough to look down to see the tent pushing up from my swimsuit. Her eyes again went wide. “Wow. I mean I knew they got, bigger, when guys got, uh; but I didn’t think they’d get that, big, or,” She stopped, looking both confused and excited. I was embarrassed, yet also feeling a sense of pride, and excitement. My life-long friend was seeing my erected penis for the first time, even if it was covered by my suit, and it was giving her a good show. “Have you never seen a guys, you know, thing before?” I asked, hoping mine was truly her first. “Well, no, not really. A picture in a textbook once. but it was just a drawing, and not this big, or,” she paused. “Hard?” I finished for her. “Yeah,” she laughed. "I never saw a hard one, or a real one.“ She gulped. "Yeah, they’re usually smaller and soft, normally. But get much bigger and harder when, excited” I explained simply. “So you’re, excited, because of me?” “Yes,” I replied, “Amy, you’re so beautiful, and I’m so happy to be here, kissing you, and touching you. I’ve wanted this for a long time too, and now that it’s happening, I can’t help but get, well, turned on. I hope this doesn’t upset you.” “No, not at all. I, I love it” she said, grinning widely. “Can I, can I touch it? She stammered. My heart jumped. This is gonna happen? My brain screamed silently in joy. "Of course,” I managed to say, “I’d, I’d love that.” She came in closer to me again. I could smell the chlorine in her hair, but also just, well, her. Her bright face shined in the moonlight, beautiful, without a stitch of makeup on. Her left arm went around my hip to my back, and with her right, she slowly, tentatively, reached out and placed the palm of her hand over the bulge of my suit. My cock jumped immediately at her touch, and she was startled, pulling her hand back in surprise. “It moved!” She gasped. “Wait, it, it moves?” “Yeah it does that,” I smiled, begging silently for her to touch it again. She burst out laughing. “Oh my God, that’s great! It moves!” She laughed so loud I was afraid the whole party behind us would hear. “Shush,” I whispered, and she tried to contain herself, finally quieting to the occasional giggle. Her hand reached out, more boldly this time, and again my throbbing member jumped at her touch, but this time she didn’t pull away. Instead, she started gently rubbing it with the palm of her hand. It bobbed and twitched with her movements and she smiled brightly, like a kid on Christmas with a new toy, enjoying how it responded to her touch. I was enjoying it too. Not exactly the way I did it on my own of course, but hell, any touching was good touching, when it came to a beautiful girl with her hand on your cock. “Does that, does it feel, good?” She asked shyly. “Oh god yes, Amy. It feels amazing, so so good! Please don’t stop.” I begged. She smiled such a beautiful smile, and continued exploring. “I want to, I wanna see it” she said suddenly. I felt I must be dreaming. If so, please, whatever you do, God, be merciful, please don’t wake me up now! I couldn’t even manage the words so just nodded, and she slowly tugged down my suit, struggling a bit to get it over the protruding obstacle, until I helped by undoing the string and tugging with her. It suddenly popped out, springing upward in all its full glory. She had to stifle another laugh; not a cruel one, mocking me, but a joyful, playful excited laugh that spoke to how thrilled she was to finally see it. “Wow! Holy crap!” She whispered. “It looks even bigger in person! And so, veiny! Are you sure that’s not painful? It looks so swollen!” “Not painful at all, it actually feels really pleasurable, and very sensitive to, being touched” I said, hinting at what I hoped she’d get back to. She grinned wickedly and took the hint, and her hand again reached for my cock. Within moments I was feeling, for the first time ever, the incredible feeling of skin on skin contact from someone other than myself touching my cock. Now, she was using her fingers, running them up my shaft, tracing their way to the tip, then, back down. My body was literally shaking in bliss. Suddenly she giggled again. “What’s so funny now?” I asked, not harshly. “I just now noticed your, what’s the word? Testicles, right? They’re, don’t be mad, please, but they’re just silly looking. Like little balls in a sack.” “Yeah well that’s why we call them balls,” I laughed. "And it’s okay, I’m not mad. They are kinda goofy looking.“ Her hand cupped them gently, and she looked up at me, questioning. "Is this okay? I don’t wanna hurt them, I know it can really hurt a guy getting hit there.” “You’re fine, just be gentle with them, don’t squeeze, just rub,” I said. She gently rubbed them for a few seconds, feeling their weight, being very careful. “What feels better, touching your, balls, or your,?” She must have felt embarrassed to say penis or cock or whatever other term, because she just gestured at my twitching member. “My cock?” I said, seeing how she’d react if I said it. She flinched at the word, not used to using or hearing the “dirty” words too often I suppose. “Yeah, your, cock,” she repeated, trying out the word, then deciding she liked it. “Your big hard cock.” Her face had that wicked grin again. “Yeah touching my cock feels better, honestly,” I grinned back. “Especially when you are touching it.” She took that as an invitation to continue. “Tell me how to, to touch it the way, the way you like,” she asked nervously. “Okay. Well,” I paused, then continued, “what you were doing felt really good, but it’s better if you, well, here, let me show you.” And with that I took her hand and guided it into the more familiar grip around my shaft, then showed her how to stroke it, pulling the skin gently up around the tip, then back, the way every guy figures out how to do as soon as he hits puberty. She got the hang of it pretty quickly and I let go, allowing her to continue at her own pace. “It feels so warm,” she gasped, “and, I can feel your pulse in it” she marveled. Suddenly she looked up at me. “It’s, beautiful.” She said, then kissed me. I pulled her in close as we kissed, her hand never letting go. I was close to cumming, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer if she kept going. I grabbed her hand and made her pause, trying to extend the moment. She looked up at me questioningly. “Just needed a pause for a second.” I explained. Suddenly, I had a thought. “Can I,?” I stammered, as I moved my hand towards her beautiful firm boobs, waiting for her consent. She bit her lip, then nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. I touched her breast gently, my hand over her suit still, heard her gasp, felt her shudder. I could feel her nipple, stiff and swollen, poking through the fabric. Her hand suddenly left my cock, and I looked at her, curious. She simply smiled then reached up and slowly slipped the shoulder straps of her bathing suit down. She hesitated for only a moment, then continued, exposing to my delighted eyes her firm, young breasts for the first time. They stood, perky and oh so round, their pale pinkness a sharp contrast to the rest of her tanned skin. Her nipples were tiny points sticking up from the middle of her light pink, puffy areolas. My face must have been interesting; with my mouth agape and my eyes wide, because she giggled again, nervously. “Do you like them?” She asked quietly. “They’re beautiful. Just like you Amy,” I replied lovingly. She blushed but smiled. With my left arm still holding her close, my right hand again found her perfect tits. I went from one to the other, alternating between a gentle caress and soft squeezes. I could feel her heart racing beneath her left breast. I gently rolled her left nipple between my fingers, then gave it a slight tug. She gasped in surprise and (I’d hoped) pleasure. “Was that  okay? I didn’t hurt you?” I asked, concerned. “No, I’m fine, it felt good, just, sensitive,” she managed to say, breathing heavily. We kissed again, and then I felt her hand return to stroking my throbbing boner. After about another minute or two of this, her stroking my cock, me playing with her breasts, I felt the familiar sensation of my climax approaching, knowing I would not be able to hold it back any longer. “Amy,” I gasped, breathing heavy, “you’re going to make me, oh God, I can’t hold it back,” I moaned, tried not to scream my pleasure, and m

The Widow Has A Daughter

THE DAUGHTER’S APPROVAL MEANT MORE THAN I KNEW. By bart23233 [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=6348059&page=submissions]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/TheWidowHasADaughter.mp3] at Steamy Stories [http://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/TheWidowHasADaughter.jpg] For me, turning 40 was a real issue. My friends were throwing me a big four-oh party and it kind of got out of hand there were a lot of people there. Many of whom I didn't even know. Let's just say that we passed small and intimate way back in the dust. As I moved through the crowd, a woman who appeared to be about 45 caught my eye. She was one of the many people I didn't know. She was in shape and had a great body. I decided that at 40, I was allowed to chat up women who were 45. I move over to her and introduced myself. She told me she was Linda. As it turned out, she was friends with a couple I knew and they'd invited her to the party. I asked if she brough her husband, and she replied that she was a widow having lost her husband a year ago. I expressed my sympathies. She said that it wasn't needed as she'd made it past the first three months and worked her head through it. He was gone and she had to move on. "So, what's the hardest part now," I asked. She leaned in and said, "No sex. I really miss that part." "A good-looking woman such as yourself should have no problem solving that," I said. "It's harder than you think. After all, you haven't offered now have you," she asked with a provocative smile on her face. "Never let it be said that I have no manners. You have my offer to help in that area at any time," I said. The room was crowded and everyone was on top of each other. Someone passed by carrying a couple of drinks and offering up a "pardon me". In the bustle of the room, I felt her hand rubbing the crotch of my pants. It wasn't an accidental bump against me, she was groping for treasure. "Just checking to see if it were a valid offer," she said. "Seems it was very real." By this time, she had a firm grip on my ball sack and my cock was swelling to full size. It was kind of fun. This had never happened before, even at drunken frat parties at college. Even college girls had been more discrete. By this point, she'd released my balls and was gently rubbing my cock through my pants. She rubbed it from end-to-end, slowly. "Okay, you have my attention and a bit of pre-cum," I said in a whisper at her ear. She smiled. "I want more than that," she whispered back. The room had pretty much cleared. She stood in a corner, me facing her. Releasing my cock, she unzipped my pants and reached in grabbing my cock. She gave it a good tug and then fondling the head, said, "Yes, I see we do have a pre-cum situation." With that, she released my cock, zipped my pants and slowly licked her fingers which carried my pre-cum. "May I call you," she asked. "You can call me for anything at any time," I replied. With that she glided away and starting chatting with other guests. It was just as if nothing had happened. I was really hoping that she called. Then I remembered that we'd not exchanged numbers. Not-to-worry, I could always get her number from our mutual friends. Sitting at my desk the following Tuesday, the phone rang. I picked it up and a woman said, "I'm in the market for some pre-cum. Would you be able to help me with that," she asked? "Yes, Linda. I can absolutely help you with that. I'm in a meeting with my boss right now, may I return you call," I asked. "What's your number?" I jotted down the number and promised to call her back shortly. I rushed the remainder of he meeting with my boss. As he left my office, I picked up the phone and called Linda. She picked up. "Hello, Linda. What can I do to help you," I asked? I was sure she could hear the smirk in my voice. "Perhaps I could offer you dinner tonight." "No dinner. I told you I was horny not hungry. Do you have any offers that don't involve food?" "Perhaps I could come to your place and we could start with my pre-cum and take it all the way to post cum," I said. "Take down my address. Let's say seven," she said. She proceeded to give me her address which I wrote down, shoving the paper with the address and phone number into my pants pocket. I didn't have to check anything. My cock was already hard in anticipation. How refreshing to meet a woman who knew what she wanted and was not afraid to ask for it. I arrived at her place, a nice house in the suburbs, promptly at seven. I didn't want to be a minute late for what promised to be a big fucking evening. I rang the bell and waited. She opened the door with a big smile and welcome me in. I handed over the bottle of wine that I'd brought reminding her that she'd passed on food, but hadn't said anything about wine. She got glasses while I popped the cork and pored the wine. We took our glasses to the living room, got comfortable on the couch. We covered the basic unimportant conversation: job, hobbies, likes, dislikes, nice house, how long you lived here, etc. During the conversation, her hand had found my crotch again and was teasing me through my pants. I'd rested my hand on her knee and slowly moved up her leg. Finding her pussy without any panties. Using the first joint of two fingers, I slid them up and down between her pussy lips. She reacted positively. She squirmed a bit and I know it was exciting her so I continued to taunt her pussy. My finger found her clit and I started massaging it in a small circular motion. She let out a little sound that let me know that I had her full attention. As I gently stroked her pussy, she had gotten really wet. I guess she'd been missing a lot of sex after her husband. Her cunt seemed ready to make up for lost time. "What do you say to moving this to the bedroom," I asked. "Not quite yet," she said. I was a little surprised. She knew why I was here and she was sitting in a puddle of pussy juices. What's the deal? Just then, I heard, "Mom, I'm leaving now." Down the hall came a teenage girl with a backpack. I quickly pulled my hand from under her dress before the girl could see what I was doing. "This is my teenage daughter, Lilly," she said. I offered Lilly my hand and said hello. She returned it with a smile. I couldn't read the meaning behind the smile. It could have meant "nice to meet you -- I have good manners" or it could have been "I know you're her to fuck my mom." Lilly was a pretty blond, with a great slender body characteristic of teen girls. She had nice breast -- not huge, but she was not flat chested. Her tiny hips were covered by a short denim skirt. She looked athletic with a flat tummy and strong, but still girlish, legs. In short, she was a dish, just like her mom. She said her goodbye, said she'd be home late and kissed her mom goodnight. In a flash she was out the front door. "So, I'm guessing that is why we're not in the bedroom yet. "Bingo. And, I wanted her to meet you. Sometimes after meeting someone she gives me our secret 'dump him' code." "Am I on the Dump Him list?" "No, she liked you. You got two thumbs up." "Glad that I passed! So, where were we? Oh, yes, I was wondering if you had a bedroom in this house, because I'm ready to fuck." I normally would not have said that, but Linda was proving to be an up-front lady. She showed me to the bedroom and I took off my shoes and socks and tossed them in the corner. I drew her close and started to kiss her. She went right for the tongue. She was sexy as hell! She removed my shirt and dropped it to the floor. I fumbled with her top and when it was off, I released her breast from her bra. I really like the feel of her tits on my bare chest. I focused my tongue on her tits and nipples. They responded quick; the nipples became hard. I had never seen nipples pop up that large and I couldn't resist sucking them -- first one then the other. She responded with low moaning. Dropping to my knees, I removed her skirt. Now, her pussy was right in my face. My fingers went back to the exploration they'd started in the living room. She was still wet from earlier. There she stood, naked. I looked up to see her holding her breasts and pinching the nipples. I was still on my knees. I moved her legs apart just enough to get at her pussy hole. I rub all around it and then inserted one, then two fingers. My tongue was playing with her clit. I could tell that this was all working for her. In a moment, her body became stuff and I knew that she was going to have an orgasm. Her breathing picked up and then she held her breath. She was cumming. I'd been so intent on making the most of her pussy, that I'd forgotten about my cock. I looked down and it was super hard and pointing straight ahead. I stood up and picked Linda up and took her to the bed. Laying her down I lay beside her. She turned half a turn so that she faced me as I lay on my back. She started to rub my chest. Soon she was playing with my nipples. Like her nipples, mine became hard and she started to suck on them. I'd never had a woman suck on my nipples. I thought of that as something men did to women, but it was a real turn-on. She rubbed my chest and proceeded down to my pubic hair which she stroked. She brushed pass my very stiff cock and reached down and fondled my balls. I was so turned on. "That feels so good," I said. "How about this," she asked. She slid down in the bed and between my legs. With one hand she pushed my cock up out of the way and started to lick my ball sack. Again, something no other woman had ever done for me. It was good. In no time, she had taken one of my balls into her mouth and was gently sucking it. After a minute or so, she allowed that ball to slip out of her mouth and she took the other one into her now empty mouth. After a couple of minutes, she tried to get my entire ball sack and both balls into her mouth. She worked at it but it was too much for her mouth. She let the remaining ball slip between her lips as it came out of her mouth. To have easy access to my balls, she'd been holding the tip of my cock against my pubic hair. With the ball sack now laying between my legs, she released my cock head. My cock pointed to the ceiling. She started at the base and licked it the entire length wiggling her tongue when she reached the head. This she repeated two more times. On the third time, when she got to the head of my cock, she swallowed it. I had started to pre-cum, so she had no issues sliding her mouth down my cock's length. I was getting really excited. "No. Stop. I want to fuck you. Now!" She stopped and lay on the bed beside me. I took a moment as I didn't want to cum as soon as I was inside her pussy. "Lady, I need to speak to your pussy." I slipped down her body getting between her legs. I licked every inch of her lips and pussy from clit to hole. My thumb took over after I'd tongued her clit for a while. My fingers were inside her pussy. Her pussy was literally dripping juices. There was a small puddle on the bed. It seemed to be the time to get my cock into her pussy. I slipped up her body kissing her as I went. Stopping for a moment to nibble her nipples. By the time we were engaged in some hot tongue kissing, my cock was at her pussy. I pulled myself up to a kneeling position between her legs and grabbed my cock. It was rock hard and ready for pussy. I used the head to rub her clit a bit more and then slid my cock's head the full length of her lips. Up and down. Up and down. I stopped with the head of my cock poised and ready to enter her pussy. I leaned forward slightly and the head of my cock disappeared into her pussy. I paused. She moaned. I pulled out. My cock head was out but still resting at the opening. I didn't need to touch it to keep it where it belonged. Slowly, I pushed my cock forward until I was about half way in. I paused. My cock was swimming in pussy juice. I pulled my cock back until just the head was out-of-sight. I felt her tighten her virginal muscles. She was really gripping my cock head. As I said, "Nice." I thrusted my entire cock into her pussy. I was now balls deep. She felt so good. After a moment, I started slow fucking her. I reached out and grabbed the inside of her knees and pushed her legs into the air. I was now pumping my cock into her pussy at a steady medium pace. With each thrust, she's either moan or offer up a little grunt. She reached down and started to finger her clit. The moaning got louder. I thought about slowing things down by changing positions, but gave that plan a second thought. Everyone was enjoying things as they were and I had the feeling that this was not going to be the only shot I got at this pussy. I picked up the pace of my thrusting and could feel her tightening her pussy around my cock. She was about to cum. Her body suddenly went rigid and she shouted something that I couldn't understand. That was all I needed. I plunged my cock balls-deep into her pussy and started to cum. I could feel each squirt of spunk being blown deep into her virginal canal. I held still, keeping my cock fully inserted in her pussy. I wanted every drop of cum as deeply inside her as possible. I didn't move. After a minute or so, I pulled back and my cock slowly slid from her pussy. It was covered in her juice and my cum. I rolled off of Linda and lay beside her. We were both still breathing heavily. After a few minutes we felt strong enough to talk. "I have a question," I said. "Did Lilly know I was here to fuck her mother?" "Yes. My daughter and I keep an open dialogue." "Man, I'm glad she gave me two thumbs up. I would have hated to miss this!" "Me too!" I looked at her and said, "So, was this a one off, or will we be fucking a lot in the future?" "More than you know!" There was much more. We started seeing us regularly with my spending the night at her place three or four times a week. The sex was great and never boring and I became really comfortable with Linda and Lilly. As the months passed, we went on weekend trips, celebrated Lilly's nineteenth birthday, high school graduation, and acceptance to college. Linda and I engaged freely with both of our circles of friends. It was all good. It was late June and I was headed to Linda’s after work. We’d planned a dinner out and I was going to stay the night. I arrived around 5:30pm and was met at the door by Lilly. He said, “Hi” and welcomed me inside. [https://64.media.tumblr.com/0e088e7f691402a24fee6ceb5dea5ff3/64177f374b26a229-5a/s540x810/6779c1c07be903c7fee32f1fafb78c065f0a57ed.jpg] “I just got off the phone with mom. She’s had some work emergency and she’ll be at least an hour late. She said make yourself at home and she’d call when she left the office.” “Did she say what it was?” “No, just that she was sorry.” “Well,” I said. I guess we have time to talk. You’ve been so busy getting ready for college we haven’t had a long chat in a while.“ “Yes. Actually, there was something I wanted you to help me with.” She suddenly had a shy face and seemed unsure about continuing.[[MORE]] “Come on, it’s me. You can tell or ask me anything. You know I’ve very fond of your mom and you,” I said hoping to make whatever it was easier for her. I took a chair from the table in the eat-in kitchen and turned it around to the counter. Lilly turned one of the counter-height stools to face me. She was dressed for the warm weather. She had a t-shirt on with the logo of her new college on it. Her skirt was a lightweight fabric and came halfway to her knee. There was no doubt, she was really cute. “So, how can I help? Something about college?” “Sorta. I don’t know if mom told you, but I’m still a virgin.” “No,” I said. “That really didn’t come up in our talks – I mean really outside of what we’d talk about. Okay. So, you’re a virgin. Lots of people are.” “I don’t want to go off to college as a virgin. So, I want to deal with it now.” “I thought you were still dating Bobby. It was not of my business, but I thought that he’d – well, picked your cherry.” She paused for a moment. “That’s part of the problem. Bobby would most likely screw it up, I mean with the hymen and all. He’s so dumb on these things!” “So. You want me to talk to Bobby and walk him through it so that he doesn’t screw it up?” “No. I don’t want Bobby!” I kind of understood not wanting a high school boy to be your first. They fumble around and finally get their little dicks in your pussy, blow their cum in under a minute and then rush off to tell their friends. The next day at school, before lunch, two of Bobby’s friends would ask Lilly for a date. I thought back to my high school days. I’d gotten into two pussies. The first was Megan because my buddy Doug had told me that she’d fucked him. So, I took her to Lover’s Lane and finally got her out of her panties, my dick in her cunt and I was done before I knew it. The other was Cindy. Back to Lover’s Lane. Getting her out of her panties was more of an effort. Finally, she was ready and I thrusted my dick into her pussy and facing some resistance before it went all the way in. It was her first time and I’d broken her hymen. Again, it took me about a minute to cum in her pussy and she was crying the whole time. Everyone deserves better memories of their first time than that. “Well, who do I talk to? Who and what do you want?” She stared at me. “I want you to fuck me. I trust you to do it right,” she said. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, but I’m with your mom and I’m pretty sure that fucking her daughter is way out of bounds!” “Don’t worry about mom. I can take care of her. I really need you to do this for me.” Her legs together, she lifted her feet from the bottom rung of the stool to the next ones up. It positioned her so that I was looking right at her knees. She slowly spread her legs. She had no panties. I was staring transfixed. I had expected to see her pubic area cover with fine, blond hair. There was none. Obviously, she had gotten waxed. The lack of pubic hair made her crotch seem even younger. Her legs were only slightly ajar at this point, but she slowly moved her knees apart. I could see her pussy lips. They were closed showing a slight line down the center. It was as if those lips had never been touched or opened. I was starting to get very hard. She lifted one knee, putting that foot on the seat of the stool. It was then that the line down her crotch disappeared and the lips separated just a bit. Her pussy was just an arm’s length from my face. She was right. Bobby didn’t deserve this. “Come on. Mom will not be home for an hour. Let’s make the most of it. You can break my hymen and teach me to fuck!” With that she hopped off the stool leaned forward and kissed me on the lips slowly. I opened my lips a bit and took her tongue and she took mine. While we kissed, she reached down and unzipped my pants and took out my cock. I reached forward, pulled up her skirt. She spread her legs a bit and I stroked her hairless pussy. Soon I had a finger in her slot. She flinched. She had a small gasp when I brushed by fingers across her clit. We were beyond the point of no return. “Your mother must never know and this is a one time, lose-your-cherry thing.” We stood up and she took me by the hand to her room. I helped her out of her clothes and she lay across the bed. I stripped off my clothes and tossed them into a pile. Damn. She was so young and beautiful. It was exciting that my cock was about to go where no cock had gone before – into that tight little pussy. “So, are you really a virgin,” I asked. “Sure, check if you want to.” I took up a place between her legs and gently opened her pussy lips starting at the top. I gently rubbed her clit and then let my tongue take up her clit. As I opened up her lips, I could see her hymen with its small hole. I rubbed it with my thumb. “How does that feel,” I asked. She answered with a moan. My tongue went to work on her hymen. I was pressing it gently and it gave just a little bit. I stopped all at once. “Are you on birth control,” I asked. “Absolutely, dumb ass.” After tonguing her pussy for a while more, I moved up to lay beside her. I kissed her neck and fon

Kosher Virgins Share A Sabbath Tryst

KOSHER VIRGINS SHARE A SABBATH TRYST A SHY JEWISH TEEN S VERY FIRST TIME By nutmegman [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=4534862&page=submissions] - Listen to the ► Podcast [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/Kosher-Virgins-Share-A-Sabbath-Tryst.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/KosherVirgins.jpg] In 1981, I was a good Jewish lad, living in a little town in Western Massachusetts. I was still in high school and had just turned 19 in my senior year. I was very, very shy while growing up. I didn t really expand my friends much in high school. I was super quiet and extremely shy. I barely spoke to any girls, except for Carrie. She was in my Temple USY (Jewish religious youth group) and a little younger than me at 18. Carrie helped me overcome my shyness with her when we were very little, so that we remained close friends and spoke almost daily on the phone throughout our teen years. We would talk after school on most days. She was also dating my best friend. So I d see her over at his house and at USY activities. Somehow, I was usually squished up next to her in car pools. She d whisper something in my ear on those moments, and get me smiling, and I d shush her so her boyfriend, Howie, didn t catch on. She was just 5 foot & a cute girl with dark shoulder length hair, big eyes, really cute face and body; and huge boobs, really. I was actually more interested in her older sister who was a year older than me and was less curvy. Big boobs were okay, But I wasn t obsessed with huge boobs, but Howie was. Howie was entranced by them. He spoke about those huge boobs all the time, more than the personality inside. And Carrie knew that, but she still stayed dating him. And so it went with Howie telling me he was dying to get to her tits & twat, and how she was going to be his first. Then, with Carrie talking to me at other times, she was telling me what Howie wanted to do to her, and how she wasn t ready, and that he was pressuring her. Then she told me she went on the pill with her mother s permission to be extra safe even though a condom was going to be used if & when Carrie did have sex. Nothing happened between them, yet. Howie had been pushing for about 2 months and was getting aggravated in his wait. Time was passing. A bit about Jewish views on fornication: Unlike Christian teaching that all sex outside a marriage is clearly a serious sin, Jews are taught to make a reasonable effort to follow the religious law. Once a Jew believes he s tried to do his best, he doesn t feel shame for falling short , spiritually. He met his obligation. A few weeks after the start of our senior year, I told Carrie that I was going to have the house to myself from Friday afternoon through Sunday late afternoon on a September weekend. My parents were taking my sister to a friend s home in Salem for the weekend and they were spending the weekend in Rockport. The house was mine to relax in. I only told Carrie. See, I wasn t a partier, which my parents knew, so they weren t worried about that. They also left me the other car as I had earned my driver s license a few months prior. Carrie suddenly loved the idea that I was going to be alone and she wanted to join me for the weekend. I said; No because Howie would kill me . But she concocted a plan with a girlfriend of hers who lived just a few streets away.  Howie evidently thought she was having an all girl weekend . He figured he wouldn t see her at synagogue, either. Sabbath Night  Late Friday afternoon, about 5 minutes after my folks were gone, & before I knew what was going on, Carrie was ringing the doorbell with a backpack of clothes in her hand. I let her in and she grabbed me in a big hug. Okay, this was getting interesting. I was kind of shocked by the hug, but I gently hugged her back. Having her so close to me, gave me an instant erection that I hoped she did not detect. Her first words to me were; I m starving, what s for dinner? I ordered a pizza and it was delivered. I had been cutting lawns and doing odd jobs and had money and always paid my own way. Carrie s family was wealthy (by my standards) and she didn t work other than the odd babysitting job, and had a nice allowance each week. While we were waiting for the pizza, I showed her my sister s room and put her bag in it. We made sure she was not visible when the pizza came, as I knew the delivery person. She went up and changed into some flannel pj's and came back down. I had to admit, she looked good and snugly. She told me to go up and change into my pj s, which I did. The pizza was consumed and we went and watched TV. 1981 was before cable TV (as we know it today) and we only had over-the-air TV. We watched whatever was on. I sat in my usual spot on the couch and much to my extreme surprise, Carrie came & sat right next to me. We started chatting, just like we always did on the phone, but in person. Talking about everything we always did. Only this time she told me how she; took Howie s thing in her mouth and it exploded . She gave me much more detail than I ever would have wanted, and was very thankful that it was dark in the livingroom so she could not see the stiff tent in my pj s. Or so I hoped at least. I remember vividly how she told me she was on her knees in front of Howie, just wearing her bra & shorts; and how she was touching and feeling him and how hard he was. How she stuck her tongue out and licked him as his thing was drooling . She said he tasted salty. I kept saying I really do not want to hear this. But she went on anyways. She really seemed to love talking about sex, & telling salacious lurid details. She told me how she licked her lips to make them wet and soft. I said they were probably always soft. She shushed me and kind of turned in to me and laid her hands on my thigh, leaning more onto me and was whispering in my ear. I could feel her hot breath near my ear and I felt like I was in an immovable trance. Frozen in place. Thinking back, if I hadn t been so shy and scared, I probably would have attacked her, screwing her like crazy. But, I was frozen in place, just trying to breathe and glued to her every word. So she started her bawdy story again, telling me again how she got her lips nice and wet and placed them over the tip slowly. Moving her mouth up and down and using her tongue on the underside of his thing. At that point I remember laughing & saying, Can t you call it something else?  She said; What? and I listed off a few suggestions. She chose dick . And then she started again saying she was slowly going up and down on his dick. Feeling every part of the underside on her tongue and feeling it get bigger. Carrie then said she was holding his balls in her other hand and they were getting tighter. She also said she pulled back until just the head was in her mouth and she was tonging the top; and then it exploded. At that point her hand moved and bumped my dick, which was like a flag pole. I think that surprised her, as her eyes got really big, and she looked at me, her eyes lit up and she grinned. I was looking at her looking at me, not knowing what to say or do. She resumed her tale of the blowjob, saying she pulled him out and he was spurting on her tits and bra until he finally stopped. She said he tasted salty again and got soft. She said she held him gently and licked and cleaned him off. I asked her how she knew what to do? She said; My older sister had told me, and said she d read it in a magazine . Carrie then shifted even more against me and the back of her hand was pushing against the side of my dick. I was afraid to move. She had this horny smile on her face. Carrie said that Howie got down on the floor with her and removed her bra and started feeling up and playing with her tits. I now felt those same luscious tits pushing into my side. She said he was rough with her tits and hurt her a little bit. She said it took her out of the mood, even though Howie was hoping to screw her that day, she said no , and ended his fun right there. I was there, alone with Carrie & listening. I already knew some of it, as Howie gave me the broad details. She knew that I knew, and I m pretty sure she was enjoying the torture she was doing to me. She then leaned into me a bit more, pushing more against my hard dick and she whispered in my ear that she doesn t want Howie to be her first.  This surprised innocent me. And she then leaned more in to me and planted a small kiss on my lips. I was frozen in place but somehow breathing. That first kiss turned in to a 2nd and into a 3rd. By the time of the 3rd kiss, I was starting to kiss her back and she had this big smile on her face. She put her hand on my chest above my heart and asked why it was beating so fast. I just raised my eyebrows and looked at her, speechless; and she laughed. She scooted up & was quickly sitting in my lap, my boner under her pussie, but she pushed  her crotch down a bit. We kissed a few more times and I was getting the hang of it and enjoying it immensely. She knew she was now the first girl I had ever kissed. I was overwhelmed by Carrie s sweet and soft lips, the sweet smell of her hair and body. I commented how she smelled so nice. She liked that and wiggled her butt on me.  I was worried that I was going to explode right under her. She kissed me again, this time exploring with her tongue which met my tongue and we played like that for a while, and slowly she just laid against me and whispered in my ear how she liked this so much. That this is the way it is supposed to be . I think I agreed and I was loving every minute of it. The late news came on so we decided to call it a night, shutting off the TV and going up to the bedrooms. I was looking forward to jerking off as soon as I got alone, probably a few times before I would be able to get to sleep (wondering if I even could sleep), while sexy Carrie slept in the next bedroom. But it didn t work out that way. I decided to sleep in my boxers and I crawled into bed. I was thinking about what had just happened, when Carrie softly walked in and asked if she could join me in my bed. I don t think I got a word out before she lifted the covers and slid in next to me. I shifted over to give her more room, then I laid on my side, facing her. I put my arm out and she laid on it and slid in really close. I think she had changed out of her full pajama set & just put on a big t-shirt on and I wasn t sure of what else (if anything). She snuggled in closer and laid her head on my chest and made little happy sounds. I laid there wide awake. I LOVED the feeling of her body on mine but I was wide awake and knew there was no possible way for me to sleep with her this close. But I didn t care as she felt so nice! I have a sexy girl in my bed with me! To hell with sleep! After a few minutes Carrie said it was so nice and comfy, she thought we could stay in bed all weekend. I agreed. She then adjusted her body, rolling halfway onto me, leaned up and started kissing me again. I figured that with her beside me, she wouldn t feel my boner. I was wrong. As she slid over, completely on top of me and straddled me, there was no way she didn t feel me and I was wearing loose boxers which did nothing to restrain my predicament. There was very little light in the room so I couldn t see her. She must have been thinking the same thing, so she reached over and snapped up the shade which let in some moonlight. I said she looked very beautiful as I held her head in my hands. She bent down and kissed me again. Then she got this mischievous look on her face. Carrie then slid down me a little until she was resting her head briefly on my chest. Then she slid further down and was licking my belly button (which I found to be extremely stimulating and a little ticklish). She then slid further down and rested her head at the top of my boxers with my dick barely below her chin. My legs were splayed as she was between them. She slid lower and placed her hands on my rock hard dick. I was watching her with wide eyes, afraid to move. She gave my cock a little squeeze and I think I moaned. Carrie then hooked her thumbs into the waist band and pulled down my boxers, Sitting up she pushed my legs together until the boxers were completely off; and she tossed them off the bed. I was still laying there wide-eyed, afraid to move. She then pulled my legs apart and climbed back up me a little bit. Carrie leaned over and licked the tip of my stiff flagpole . I was drooling pre-cum quite a bit. She then leaned down and took a bigger lick and looked up at me with a big smile on her face. I was still looking at her. With her eyes locked on mine, she put my dick in her mouth and slowly licked me up and down. Oh My Gawd, it was indescribable. So soft and warm and wet. She came up and asked if I liked that; to which I shook my head, yes . She played with me and said she didn t hear me? I squeaked out a yes. She asked if she should continue and I think I said; Gawd yes, please . So down she went and then up and down. Then she stopped and just very slowly and gently licked me and I groaned and moaned. She licked the tip and I groaned and then around the head, taking it into her mouth and licking gently and I groaned louder. Carrie then lifted her head up and told me to come in her mouth when I was ready. She then licked the tip again and went down on me much further. I came. It felt like gallons. My eyes closed, my back arched, and I came and came. Finally, I think I stopped. I was sweating and panting. Carrie produced a towel from somewhere and wiped off her face whatever she had not swallowed. She came up and rested her head on my chest and told me that was very nice and that I tasted pretty good. She told me she was honored to be the first to give me a blow job. She then reached down to my now limp dick and laid her hand on it. I seemed to have recovered and started to grow again. Carrie looked at me, eyebrows raised and smiled again. I said; Sorry, I couldn t help it . She said she was honored and she slid back down the length of me again. I said wait, but she didn t. This time she engulfed my cock and bobbed up and down much more quickly. I was rock hard again. She then started using her tongue on me again, licking softly then a little more aggressively and I started moaning again. She was holding my balls and squeezing them a little bit. And going from bobbing up and down to gently licking me while watching my face and eyes. She must have felt something as she took much of me in to her mouth and I came again. It only felt like a little bit, but was enough. She swallowed. No towel needed this time.  Carrie then crawled back up on me, put her head on my chest and hand over my dick. It stayed down. She pulled the sheets up over us. Had my arm around her, and I think I passed out. Somewhere in the middle of the night, I awoke and wasn t sure where I was or who was with me. I very quickly remembered and lay on my left side with my arm on Carrie s butt. She was on her stomach. I started gently rubbing her back and butt as the shirt had bunched up near her shoulders. I stroked down her leg up her thighs which were very soft onto her butt and then her back. Slowly and quietly a gradual moan came from her. So I continued, but more caressing now. I was amazed at how soft her thighs were and she spread her legs, giving me access the insides of her thighs which were even softer. My boner had returned and I ignored it, paying attention to Carrie. Gradually I was kneading her butt and thighs and touched her. She was damp. So I included that area in my touching and her moans let me know when I was doing something right. Eventually, as I explored more, Carrie started moaning and moving more and urging me on until she arched her back and let out a big moan and then slumped down and told me to stop. I waited to say anything and she snuggled in next to me and kissed me tenderly and said that was VERY nice, but could we go to sleep now? Sheepishly I said yes and we curled up against one another and fell asleep again. Sabbath Morning. I awoke with the sun streaming in having no idea what time it was. Carrie was watching me with a smile on her face. I asked what time it was and she said a little after 11 am. We slept through synagogue. I suddenly realized I was quite hungry and asked if she was and she was. I made some bagels and eggs and we both ate heartily. I decided that I wanted to shower and Carrie said; Hey, that s a good idea . I said she could go first and she said; Uh uh.   Why not?  I asked; and she said; Together , to which I think I blushed and she laughed. Into the shower we went. Again the kissing started and we both seemed to love how tender we were, at least at the start. Then we soaped up and started touching each other all over, washing and touching and looking at each other. When she washed my dick last and I was hard, she just looked up at me with raised eyebrows to which I shrugged. I washed her, bottom to top taking special care at her boobs. She knows I m not a big boob guy but she said she liked the attention I gave hers. We dried off and decided to stay in pj's all day and watch TV.  My parents called sometime in mid-afternoon; to check on me. When Carrie figured out who I was talking to, she started playing with my dick. No fair as I couldn t acknowledge her and it made talking to my parents difficult (which she found extremely amusing). My parents told me they were staying thru dinner on Sunday and would probably be home around 8pm.  When I hung up, I told Carrie and she smiled the biggest smile. I asked if she needed to call her parents and she said she would check in with them around dinner time. This was before caller ID, so calling from my phone was safe from being discovered by her parents. We spent the afternoon snuggled on the couch, watching TV. I made burgers on the grill that night and we ended up back on the couch afterwards, watching TV again. Around 7:30, Carrie said she was hot and she just took off her bottoms, giving me the treat of admiring her ass & pussie. Seeing her legs and thighs gave me another hard on, which was probably her idea. She asked if there was anything special I d like to do and I asked her if she could teach me how to eat her pussie. She said; I ve never eaten pussie myself, but I could guide you to make me feel good, maybe even set off an orgasm? Would you like to give me an orgasm . I told her that would be perfect. And she mentioned I was losing more of my shyness with her. She positioned herself so her butt was on the edge of the couch, her legs spread wide, and me on the floor between them on my knees. But I decided this was a good opportunity to examine every square inch of her body starting at her toes. I picked up her foot and started gently rubbing the bottom and between her toes and the toes themselves. At first she was puzzled; What are you doing? which quickly became; Wow, that feels so good, don t stop . I decided to see what licking the toes and bottom of the foot did for her and she squirmed a bit and said it made her feel horny. I asked how horny and she just looked at me and pointed to her pussie. Smiling I went back to work on her other foot and enjoyed that she was squirming a bit. Slowly I kissed my way up her ankles to calves to under her knee which she said tickled. Then I moved to those soft and creamy thighs. At first I tickled her and then licked and nibbled, slowly getting closer to her pussie, but ignoring it for now. She said; You re making me so hot! Please dive in. But I didn t. I

The Virgins’ Brave Consummation: Part 2

Now for the really scary part By AarontheBaron [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=6370346&page=submissions]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-2023_202306/VirginsBraveConsummation2.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCU4O2Gk9fI9kq3zCtXmgAs4JJbmB-1GYopGd0IEqgkHshp8DC4vhAgYoO-BRn-bVFBHyOFL_bgJWKBVNCOwa06LLWufhntsROZAg7qmgKRzWY1JJNB4zdtP85qll8iWq76XWq3RxdSqhoCb0jzVy7FZG51U_D4ebVG8UJxhZSrVRrrhMZo6eu1VheYRs/w640-h640/virgins2.jpg]https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCU4O2Gk9fI9kq3zCtXmgAs4JJbmB-1GYopGd0IEqgkHshp8DC4vhAgYoO-BRn-bVFBHyOFL_bgJWKBVNCOwa06LLWufhntsROZAg7qmgKRzWY1JJNB4zdtP85qll8iWq76XWq3RxdSqhoCb0jzVy7FZG51U_D4ebVG8UJxhZSrVRrrhMZo6eu1VheYRs/s810/virgins2.jpg LAYERS COME OFF The tension in that honeymoon cabin was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I gently rested my hands on my virgin bride’s hips, and her shoulders twitched, I leaned forward and planted a very soft kiss at the base of her neck. She moaned softly, and then again as my hands slid upward, past the swell of her hips and her slender waist, gliding over the silky fabric up her back until, so very softly, my fingers left the satin and traced across the exposed skin of her back. It was intoxicating. Her skin was hot to my touch, almost burning my hands, or at least that's how it felt. Her head was drooping forward and I could hear her breathing turning shallow. I slipped my hands into the back of her dress and gently slid them outward, across her quivering shoulder blades, taking the fabric along until my fingers curved around her shoulders. Her dress began to fall with a gentle rustle, to bunch up around her waist. I heard myself moan aloud as I looked at her bare back, and my hands skimmed back down her flawless skin, to settle at her sides. Goosebumps suddenly emerged across her entire torso. She gave a little cry and her head went up and fell back, and I couldn't resist: I pressed my lips to her exposed neck again and she writhed against me, gasping as she reached back and grabbed at me, whatever part of me she could get her hands on. My hands slipped lower, to her bare hips and pulled her back against me, and then swept upward across her stomach to cup her full breasts. Her hands covered mine as I kneaded the soft flesh within her bra. Looking down over her shoulder I had a perfect view of her creamy breasts, and the way the soft skin yielded and gave in to my touch, and the way she moaned when my thumbs grazed over her now-hard protruding nipples, which were trying to poke clean through the thin fabric, my boxers were getting tighter and I was fighting to keep from just throwing her to the floor and screwing her brains out. "That's really nice," she whispered, turning her face to kiss my cheek. I tore my eyes from the enchanting swell of her breasts and kissed her again, this time our tongues going straight in and caressing each other, and my fingers accidently discovered the front clasp of her bra and it gave way. She gasped into my mouth, and I groaned and nearly fell to the floor as I felt the warm, soft, yielding flesh drop into my bare hands for the first time. Her nipples were hard and pointy under my thumbs, making her shiver as I tweaked them, and my cock was straining dangerously in my shorts, and all of a sudden I tore myself away and stepped back. She swayed unsteadily for a moment, and turned to face me. There was confusion in her eyes, her hair was wildly askew and her hands impulsively covered her heaving globes. "What's wrong, Josh?" she breathed unevenly, with a slight frown. She blushed as she glanced down at herself, her dress wantonly bunched at her lovely waist. I gulped hard. "Nothing," I managed to get out. "But if we don't slow down, we'll never make it into the shower." She gave a breathless little laugh, and I grinned back, then let my eyes rove over her body, brazenly, obviously, willing her to feel my burning desire for her. Have I mentioned how beautiful she is? Her long dark hair was a frame for a face that was pale and lovely, slender, with finely formed features that to me were just perfect. Her neck was slender and delicate, curving out into exquisite shoulders, with the most beautiful pearlescent breasts I had ever seen, and the only real ones at that, swelling from her chest. She dropped her hands as she saw my eyes gazing over her, and with a very pretty blush she showed me her charms, and I was enraptured. They were full, and round and perky, and as I had already experienced, they filled my hands to overflowing, and I have fairly large hands. Her pink nipples stood proudly, belying the shrinking shyness that seemed to overtake her, just begging to be kissed and suckled, with the darker area, the areola I think? about the size of a quarter-dollar, they were utterly perfect. Her nipples saluted slightly upward. It took some effort to look away from them and continue my visual feast, but I was rewarded with the most beautiful, flat abdomen and finely sculpted hips, just flaring out from her slender waist before disappearing into the tangled white satin that still clung to her womanly hips, and the top of her lacy black panties, peeking sensually out, and providing an awesome contrast to her pearly skin. I glanced back up at her face. She was blushing and biting her bottom lip, and there was an unmistakable fire in her eyes, a desire that was consuming her core. That's how she expressed it to me later, at the time I could only marvel at the beauty of her flushed face and lovely young body. But we had to keep going, couldn't spend the night there in the bathroom. I took a deep breath to steady myself. It didn't steady my nerves. THE REVEAL So, I just stepped back a few feet & took another breath; and without stopping to think about it, shoved my boxers straight down to the floor. My rod sprang back upward as the elastic cleared the tip. As I stepped out of the boxers, my stiff manhood stiffly swayed a bit. Now it was my turn to get warm in the face, but Sara gasped and her hand went to her mouth again. She was blushing furiously and staring at my groin, more accurately, at the very erect part of me that was protruding from my groin. "Oh my," I heard her murmur. "Is that, um, will that fit?" Now, like I said, I'm an average guy, so I don't think I would have had anything to be ashamed of anyway; but the way she said that, I felt like I was a heck of a lot bigger. I couldn't help giving a smug grin at her tone. "Sure it will, you'll see," I assured her. "You'll get bigger too, remember?" Her eyes were still a bit wide as she looked back at me, and I gestured toward her waist. "Your turn," I said hoarsely. She blushed again. "Um, okay." How I love this woman! Hesitantly, her hands went to her waist and poised, thumbs sliding in between flesh and fabric. She looked down, and her breath turned shallow again, and then she pulled her dress and panties down together with a sharp exhale. Her hands covered her crotch as she straightened back up, her legs were absolutely gorgeous. I can't tell you how many times I had thought about those glorious legs, imagined them bare past what her shorts ever revealed, imagined them wrapped around me, the silky smoothness, the intense warmth they would radiate. Is that lust? Maybe; but at some point I am allowed to lust for my wife, right? Sara was struggling to put her previous life of abstinence behind her, in that bathroom. But she needed guidance. "Hands by your sides, my love," I said, my voice lower and shakier than I intended. She looked at me with a mix of shyness and lust, and her hands drifted away from her sex and left her open to my gaze. My mouth fell open a little and my breath went out of me in a rush. She was so utterly lovely there, her lips swollen and pink, completely bare, and glistening slightly. Her breath was coming hard and fast, and when I glanced at her face, her head was up and slightly back, almost like she was trying to look defiant, but my eyes instantly went back to her womanhood. "You shaved?" I muttered; the only semi-coherent thought left in my brain. She nodded breathlessly. "Waxed. My mother taught me." A fleeting look of concern crossed her lovely face. "You like it, right?" I walked the few feet back to her and took her face in my hands. "I love it," I whispered, and kissed her deeply. She moaned and leaned into me, her hands caressing my back, and I felt the heat and softness of her breasts rolling against my chest. We disconnected with a sigh, and I held her eyes with my own as I stepped back. Silently, I raised one finger and twirled it around indicating I wanted her to spin. A shy smile crept over her lips and she slowly and coyly turned around, watching me over her shoulder as my eyes feasted on her nakedness. And as for her arse, if you took sexy and mixed it with adorable, and gave it a playful bit of jiggle, you might have some idea of the incredible beauty I was treated to. Her arse was firm and round, and just the right size. The cheeks bounced perkily as she gave a little wiggle, and I looked back up at her and we laughed. WATER TIME Then I nodded toward the tub. "Will you do the honors, my lady?" I asked chivalrously, and she giggled breathily and stepped over to the tub faucet. She bent, perhaps a little more than strictly necessary, and turned on the tap while I gaped at the cleft between her arse cheeks. Her cunt peeped out coyly, the damp lips pressed together by her thighs, and seeing me watching, she gave another playful wiggle. My mind was still trying to process the fact that I was alone with a naked girl, and that she was mine. The blood was charging through my veins and throbbing in my manhood. She looked so soft and smooth all over, so delectably good. Her nipples were begging my affections. Once the water was warm enough, she stepped into the spray, with gentle a sigh as the water cascaded down her body. "Aren't you going to join me, my lord, please?" she said, with another shy blush. I love her ability to blush. And I didn't wait to be asked again. I stepped down into the tub with her and gathered her wet, slippery, nubile body into my arms. Our lips met again under the showerhead, and we made out with reckless abandon. My hands stroked all over her back and sides, teasing the flanks of her breasts, and she moaned into my mouth as her lips writhed and her tongue danced with mine. Her hands swept down to grab my arse, and my cock stiffened as it was caught between our heaving bodies. I leaned her backwards a little, pressing my lips hard against hers, and caught her tongue between my teeth. She whimpered as I bit down just a little and her hands came up to cup my face. My arm went around her to support her, and the other hand found a wet and squishy breast, and squeezed. She jumped and her head fell back with a laugh, and I took the opportunity to devour her sweet neck while the hot nipple yielded in my grasp. Then, and I'm not exactly sure how, she was sliding to her knees in front of me and came face to face with my manhood, erect and proud and very happy to see her. She blushed again, looking for all the world like a lovely water nymph, with her hair hanging wet across her shoulders and her lips, kiss-swollen and parted. She looked up at me from under her eyelashes and whispered, "Can I touch it?" Just hearing her say that, made the member in question twitch and she jumped a little, I should mention that Sara is rather easily startled, and this situation was so new and all, yeah. Back to the story. I could only nod, and the anticipation made my head feel light. My breath was coming in shallow gasps, and I braced myself against the warm stone wall as her delicate little fingers stroked across my shaft. It was heaven. I closed my eyes and moaned, tilting my head back in the shower, and almost jumped out of my skin when something very wet and very warm and very alive suddenly engulfed my cock head. My eyes flew open and there she was, naked, soaking wet, kneeling before me with her pretty lips wrapped around my shaft and her big, lovely eyes staring straight into mine. "Oh baby," I moaned, my hand coming to rest behind her head as she started to bob. "That's incredible, don't stop," Her mouth was snug, and her tongue was playing wicked, wicked games with the underside of my cock. Then there was a sucking sensation, and things got tighter and slicker and I watched as almost my whole cock disappeared into that beautiful mouth. She was sucking hard, and I threw my head back and groaned again as I felt her swallow, repeatedly, the contractions rippling down my shaft in exquisite torture. Then she hummed. And I lost it. The whole world exploded in brilliant waves of pleasure and I could only grunt as my hips jerked, spewing my pent-up cum deep into her willing throat. I cried out, writhing in ecstasy, how can I possibly describe the sensations? Never had I felt anything like this; and she kept faithfully sucking until I came back down to earth, lightheaded and braced against the shower wall, I heaved a deep, shuddering breath and opened my eyes. She was still kneeling in front of me, my spent cock dangling near her lips, and she looked very happy with herself. She smiled and opened her mouth, and I gasped wh