The Virgo Constellation Shift: part 3

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THE VIRGO CONSTELLATION: PART 3 VIRGO INVITES CLASSMATE OVER, TO PURSUE A MORE HONORABLE DEFLOWERING. By Millsy [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1118027&page=submissions] for Literotica Listen to the ► Podcast [https://archive.org/download/fall-short-stories/TheVirgoConstellationShift3.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. [https://archive.org/download/fall-short-stories/TheVirgoConstellationShift3.jpg] "Why is there a dice on your telly?" "Oh, no reason,” I winked at her. She plucked it off the top of the TV and threw it onto the bed. Up rolled the 6. "Want to try again,” I asked. "Where's the prize list. What do I get for a 6,” She smiled, setting her wine glass down and laying back on the bed. "There isn't one. What do you say, three each. I do the odds, you do the evens?" "Pen?" I wrote mine down and put the paper upside down on the dresser. I'd gone for a gentle break-in. 1 was a three minute snog, 3 was a tit sucking, and 5 was a full strip down to nothing. Basically it was nothing that she hadn't already done. I had no idea what she'd written down for the evens, and she laid her piece of paper down on top of mine. "Who goes first,” She asked. "You do. And if you don't want to do it you can back out at any time. No pressure,” I assured her. I placed the dice in the palm of her hand. "Roll it, baby." It came up a 4. "Hmmm.. that's one of mine,” She smiled, turning over her piece of paper and folding it so that I could read only what she had written for 4. "Undress your partner?" "That means you. I get to undress you, totally. Stand up,” She commanded me. Somewhat hesitantly I obeyed; then she gently kissed me on the lips as her hands deftly worked at my belt buckle. "What about you,” I asked as she pulled my shirt up out of my jeans and began to unbutton it. "Well, you've already seen me in the nude, and more, so if you don't roll a 4 it gets to be my turn to see you naked and there's nothing you can do about it. Unless you want to chicken out now,” She added as she slid her hands up my exposed chest and slipped the shirt off my shoulders. Of course, she didn't know that a 5 would see her stark naked as well, but with that she'd have to undress herself. In moments my shirt was on the floor, and her tongue traced lightly across my chest as she sank down onto her knees, my crotch at eye level as she popped the button on my jeans and unzipped me slowly. I gulped, and I looked out my bedroom window and across the main road, suddenly aware that my curtains were open and there was a possibility that we were being watched. "I'll close the curtains,” I said as she undid the laces of my trainers. "No! Leave them,” She said as she inched my trousers down, my hardening cock straining in my boxer shorts. If it got any harder it would be peeking out the top, and she'd be able to see it in a moment. My jeans fell around my knees, and I stumbled onto the bed after a gentle nudge from her that enabled her to then throw my trainers and my socks across the room. "Stand up again,” She said, still on her knees in front of me, my penis now stretching my boxers damn near to breaking point. "Almost there,” She murmured, licking her dry lips as both hands began to ease the elasticated waistband of my shorts down. My cock was pulled about inside as she eased them down, bent into an uncomfortable angle as her hands tugged my shorts down off my hips, then she moved both hands into light contact with my cock through the thin fabric of my shirts and peeled the cloth over the head of my shaft, exposing me. After that my shorts were on the floor around my ankles, then on the window sill, and she kneeled before me, my cock almost in her face. "Now that's a good looking dick,” She murmured. "Seen a lot,” I wondered aloud. "Internet access” she admitted. “Only good for stealing music and hardcore porn,” She laughed, and I felt her cool, minty breath wash over my prick, making it jerk involuntarily. Would she touch it? Would she kiss it, suck it, wank it into her mouth? I mused as I looked down at her and she looked back up at me in blazing, lustful eye contact. I felt her hand on my thigh, moving upward, then her fingers touched mine and pressed the dice into my hand. I rolled a 1, and showed her my list. She stood up in front of me and we snogged hard, my naked cock rubbing against her jeans as her hands roamed all over my body in the clinch, grabbing at my naked ass, pinching my nipples, her tongue next to frantic as it explored my mouth and my hands were inside her sweater, squeezing her tits through her bra as we moaned into each other’s mouths. She avoided touching my cock with her fingers as it stood erect, trapped between us, but still I could feel the juices building up in my balls from the arousal that she was driving me to. I broke away and she picked up the dice from the bed. She rolled a 2, which was also a snog, and lay down on the bed, beckoning me on top of her. I covered her body with mine and latched my lips onto her face again, and this time her fingernails were digging into my ass as I lay on top of her, pulling the cheeks of my butt apart as she writhed beneath me, my cock pressing down against the V of her crotch. I groaned as her fingers traversed the crack of my ass, grinding my hips against her in a dry hump that also brought a few moans from her own mouth that were smothered by my tongue. The next roll was another 4 and I went to work as she lay on the bed. I straddled her now, my cock standing up, pointing skyward as I pulled her sweater up her body to expose her black bra. My balls pressed the pale flesh of her belly as I pulled the sweater over her arms and stared down at the double delights that would soon be unfettered. I slid down her body, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans, then I eased them down over her hips. She lifted her ass off the bed to assist me, and soon her black jeans were just a dark pile on the floor on top of her shoes. Now I knelt between her legs, gazing down at her pale skin that was offset by the black bra and knickers that were all she was now dressed in. "Roll over,” I told her. As soon as she had done so, and now lay on her belly, I climbed back on top of her, straddling her ass. I pressed my erection down into the crack between her butt cheeks and leaned forward, kissing her on the shoulders as my fingers unclasped her bra strap. She heaved herself up onto her elbows and the bra fell onto the bed, her big tits hanging down. My hands instinctively moved underneath and cupped them both, but she moaned 'no touching' at me half-heartedly, so I released them and instead ran my tongue down along her spine to the small of the back as my attention moved to the final barrier that stood between both of us being naked. I eased her knickers slowly down, exposing inch after tantalizing inch of her flesh, until my tongue was running down the backs of her thighs, eliciting a shudder as it slithered behind her knees, then down to her feet. Her knickers were the latest addition to the small pile of clothes on the floor as I moved back up her body and lay beside her. She turned her face to me and smiled. "Dice?" She rolled a 5, which was wasted, so handed the dice to me. "Should we make another list?" "You haven't had the six yet,” She reminded me. And I haven't had the three." "Put them on the new list? Or we could just let things go their natural course." "We'd end up fucking inside five minutes,” She laughed. "Would that be so bad,” I wondered aloud. "We've got all night,” She reminded me. "Odds and evens again, you write what you would like to do to me, and I'll write what I want to do to you." "Just as a matter of interest,” I asked as I handed her the pen. "What was number 6?" "It'll be number 2 on the new list,” She winked. I wrote my choices down. 1 for a titsuck, 3 for a fingerfuck, 5 for pussy eating session. I set the list on the bedside cabinet and put hers on top of it, just about resisting the urge to take a peek. "Whose turn to roll,” I asked. "Mine,” She said, and threw the dice at the headboard. It bounced back before us to show a 3. "Lucky you,” I murmured. "You now have to put up with me finger-fucking you until you come, unless you want to back out?" "Back out? Why the fuck would I want to do that,” She laughed and reached for my hand as she opened her legs into a triangular configuration as she lay on her side, facing me. I glanced down at the exposed triangle of dark black hair. When I looked back up at her face she was staring at me, her pupils slightly dilated perhaps by the wine, and I felt her fingers close over mine. She guided my hand between her legs, closing her eyes as she pressed my fingers against her damp slit. I leaned forward and parted her lips with mine, sliding my tongue into her mouth as my hand became familiar with the form of her warm, wet cunt, tracing up and down the blood engorged labia as the invisible hole slowly expanded until my fingertip was running up and down between the twin wings of her sex, which had somehow split to welcome my finger inside. Her tongue froze in my mouth as the tip of my finger broke past the initial resistance of her pussy's opening, and she arched her back, tearing her mouth from mine as I eased my finger in to the knuckle joint. " Ah;" she moaned as I kissed her throat, and I pressed myself closer to her, her hard nipples touching my chest as I began to masturbate her slowly, gently, driving the digit in until my palm butted up against her perineum and then wiggling it inside her. "Fuck,” She gasped. "You do that better than I do!" I bent my head down and kissed between her boobs, and she immediately put her hands under one of her tits and steered the nipple to my mouth. I didn't need asking twice, and latched my lips over the bud hungrily as the movements of my finger speeded up. "Oh;" she groaned. "Faster. Faster,” and she wrapped my hair in her fingers and clutched me to her breast. I did as she asked, suckling on first one nipple and then the other, and her legs were beginning to scissor around my hand as I worked on making her come. "Two fingers,” She urged. "Oh, fuck..." My second finger slid in easily alongside the first, and I dug them into her soaking hole with no regard for her comfort. This was turning into a proper finger-fucking, not just a heavy petting session. I bit on her tits, making her cry out load, and she began fucking my hand, her pelvis movements answering those of my palm as it slapped wetly against the V between her legs. "Oh God! Ahh,” She groaned as she climaxed, her tits thrusting into my mouth one last time, her cunt muscles clamping and releasing my two fingers as their motion slowed to a stop, still buried all the way inside her spasming pussy. My cock was now aching terribly. It had been hard for at least half an hour. It took all my self-control to stop myself from rolling her onto her back and mounting her right there and then. Her eyes slowly opened as I kissed her lightly on the nose, my fingers sliding out of her slick hole. In the slowly gathering darkness I brought my glistening fingers up to my face and tasted her juices. "I never imagined how good having somebody else finger me could be,” She sighed as she returned to her senses. "Better than doing it to myself. Much better." I found the dice and rolled it before she could object, and this time it was my turn to laugh. "Hm Um,” she sighed gutturally. "What's 5?" I kissed her on the belly as I moved down, making her squirm, and she soon realized what I was up to when my tongue traced down from her belly button to the fringes of her pubic hair. I brought my still wet fingers back down to her shining, dew speckled hole and used them to pull her pussy open. "Oh,” she exclaimed, and she raised her knees and spread her legs, rolling over onto her back. "Remind me to never play strip poker with you. I wouldn't stand a chance against a bitch with your luck,” I complained, then I dipped my face into her thighs, tongue searching for the hole. She shuddered as it found it's target, my fingers still holding her wide open, and both her hands grabbed wildly at my hair. She was still tender down there from the fingering, but soon she was thrusting her hips at my mouth and tongue as I swept it over her cunt, inside and out, and my tongue wriggled inside her, teasing her clitoris mercilessly as her feet rubbed up and down my back. "Oh yes,” she moaned. "Don't stop. That's it. Oh,” My hands slid up her belly to her tits, squeezing them and pinching at the hard nipples. Her second climax hit her like a freight train. She cried out loud and I momentarily panicked at the thought of my parents bursting through the door wondering what was going on and finding me with my face buried between Rebecca's legs, her hands tangled in my hair, her hips humping my chin wildly, and my hands fondling her tits. I moved away from her as she shook and quivered with her second orgasm, then I held her close as her breathing stabilized, her leg hooked over my waist as I moved my cock into position ready to fuck her. The hot wetness of her cunt burned against my balls as she rubbed her pussy against my hard-on. A little movement down and to the left and I would be inside her, I knew, and nothing she could do would stop me. After coming twice in the space of a few minutes she was in no fit state to fight me off even if she wanted to. The way her pussy rubbed my cock as her thigh slid up and down my leg assured me that she was ready to be fucked, that this was the time, that if I now slipped my cock inside her she'd be well on the way to a third orgasm within moments. The head of my cock found itself at the tight entrance to her cunt, and all it now needed was one little push, one brief, sharp thrust of the hips and she'd be impaled. "Easy, tiger,” She breathed. "You haven't scored a 6 yet." I laughed and rolled over onto my back, and she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly. "More wine,” I asked, as I extricated myself from her grasp and clinked the half empty bottle against her glass. "Yes, please. Trying to get me drunk and have your wicked way with me,” She giggled as she lifted the glass to her lips and knocked half of it down in one go. I knocked half of mine back to match her, then stood up and moved to the work desk for some lemonade to top it up again. "My God, look at that poor thing,” She murmured.

Virgin Brit On A French Holiday: Part 1

TANTE MARIE’S CHATEAU OF DELIGHTS. By Slowandeasy47 [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=3609908&page=submissions] - Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/VirginBritOnAFrenchHoliday1.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRNIX6IglZ4dWcPjFy5eBFlhTlcr0J9zyzwBg9nrbHFBvBSMml-eIsH1CU2rGF6x20IqZFrT_7QsOVHqQ16eDYiPbBhY-4mGKb2Wzcq6O8Gfwxg14qj_4ieHUQDTMSXJsu17mPlSXHB4CmzXqk3UBcRXfw9O6q6Niia2pyg9Z43yS-reM1Z5DeNLYaTYc/w570-h640/VirginBritOnAFrenchHoliday1%5B1%5D.jpg]https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRNIX6IglZ4dWcPjFy5eBFlhTlcr0J9zyzwBg9nrbHFBvBSMml-eIsH1CU2rGF6x20IqZFrT_7QsOVHqQ16eDYiPbBhY-4mGKb2Wzcq6O8Gfwxg14qj_4ieHUQDTMSXJsu17mPlSXHB4CmzXqk3UBcRXfw9O6q6Niia2pyg9Z43yS-reM1Z5DeNLYaTYc/s682/VirginBritOnAFrenchHoliday1%5B1%5D.jpg I had just left school at the age of nineteen and had a whole summer before starting uni in October. I was off to France for a month and in the 60s that was a big adventure, I couldn’t wait. Having been cloistered in a boys boarding school for the last five years I was now off to explore the world, well northern France at least. We had relatives there and I was going to spend my first month in a chateau just outside Amiens. Chateau sounds very grand and thanks to TV, if not schoolboy French, it doesn’t mean castle. It in fact means a gentleman’s residence, substantial for sure, but no portcullis or draw bridge. I had never met Tante Marise, nor stayed in a chateau, draw bridge or no draw bridge. France was a very formal place in the 60’s, actually it still is, so Aunt Marise was always addressed as Tante, or Tante Marise: never, ever simply as Marise, way too sloppy for the linguistically pedantic French. Although, interestingly enough, we did use the familiar tu, rather than the more formal vous form. One of those interesting vagaries of Roman languages. Actually Tante Marise now lived in one wing of the chateau as the place was enormous and, even in the 60’s, quite unmanageable for a single family, so it had been divided into three, still substantial, homes. The building was massively imposing. A classic Somme chateau with a hugely impressive double staircase to the centre section and two wings. Tante Marise lived in one of the wings and the rest had been sold off, but the land, an apple orchard, had remained in the family, largely for the private production of Calvados, which is the French word for brandy. As I recall, in those days, you were allowed to make a certain amount of Calvados without a permit, as long as it was for private consumption, but definitely not for sale. My late lamented uncle Cyril had applied a certain French flexibility to the rules and there were stashes of this magic potion all over the farm. The interest of the authorities had been distracted by his throwing of lavish boozing sessions with the local constables. Alas Uncle Maurice had passed away and I surmised that my board and lodging was something of a quid pro quo for helping with the harvest. I was only nineteen, so hard work didn’t worry me and besides they had one of those magnificent 60s French bicycles I could use in my spare time. It was a Solex bicycle or something similar. It had a simple motor that you lowered with a lever onto the front tyre and no longer had to pedal. I could use it to go to the village or wherever I liked. It would never have crossed my mind to borrow the car any more than it would have crossed hers to offer it. That was not the way things happened then. The great day came and the details of how I got to Tante Marise’s chateau are lost to the mists of time but arrive I did. My first introduction to her was of her grasping me by the shoulders, pulling me towards her and planting several kisses on each cheek, an uncommon greeting in England at the time, but very pleasant. She was petite, with short dark hair and very square glasses. She was also younger than I expected. I never knew her age but I calculated it to be late thirties and I remember being surprised at how neat and trim her figure was, but most of all, how obvious her breasts were. They had actually contacted my chest during her enthusiastic greeting, which had been a delight. Cyril & Marise had never had children and always enjoyed the visits from their nephews and nieces. Why it had taken so long for the English side of the family to visit is uncertain, but the recent visit was probably prompted by my impending university course studying French literature I settled in and tried speaking French, probably with mixed success. Tante Marise herself was French, spoke pretty good English, but with that delightfully sexy French accent made famous many years later by the TV programme ‘Allo 'Allo. However, part of the reason for my stay was to get my conversational French fluent, so she only allowed us to speak English after supper and, as no-one else on the farm spoke English, it was going to be a valuable experience. It was a typically hot summer and Tante Marise liked to wear very light clothing, so my young eyes could hardly avert my gaze from her very obvious breasts. They were made all the more noticeable because of her habit of not wearing a bra. This was a completely new trend at that time and usually only observed on the Riviera. Not so with Tante Marise, whenever she bent over in the orchards or the kitchen, her pendulous breasts undulated in the most delightful fashion and, I have to confess, featured heavily in my nocturnal fantasies. Occasionally the farm foreman would come to supper and, after finishing off their meal with a glass of calvados, they would head to the 'Bureau’ to discuss business. Antoine was a giant of a man with huge hands, a great shock of white hair and a magnificent moustache, the kind you only ever see now in caricatures of French moustaches. On these occasions I was left alone in the parlor to watch TV. French TV back in those days was much more risqué than its English equivalent and I was often treated to pictures of naked ladies, admittedly usually a rear view, but totally naked all the same. How did the actor who was facing her cope with the pleasant distraction? He must have seen everything! And everything was beyond my wildest dreams. We must remember that this was the sixties, no internet and certainly no porn or even explicit magazines. I really can’t remember what we called female genitalia back then but it probably wasn’t as nice as my newly acquired French word, foufoune, or pussie; so I will use that. One evening, when Tante Marise and Antoine were in the 'Bureau’ discussing business, I got so worked up by a really sexy French film, featuring a totally naked couple, that I made my way to my room to relieve the tension that the characters on screen had induced in my teenage penis or 'ma bitte’, which means ‘my dick’, as I had heard the actors calling it. The route to my room took me past the 'Bureau’ and whatever they were discussing, it had little or nothing to do with the running of the farm. Remember, I was only nineteen and had been at a boys’ boarding school for the last five years. I had no knowledge of sex whatsoever, except the purely mechanical process from biology lessons. The penis enters the vagina, semen flows, fertilisation takes place, et voilá, reproduction! The detail of what sex might actually be like was still a mystery and, I imagined, still several years in the future. The world was a much more naive place back then: much more. I had never even seen a picture of a naked woman, let alone seen a real one, and my knowledge of breasts was limited to pictures in Health & Efficiency magazine, which was popular at the time. Now, for the first time ever in my young life, I was hearing sounds that I only thought I understood. Tante Marise was using French words I hadn’t learned yet and so was Antoine! Their breathless exchanges along with the rhythmic squeaking sounds of the 'Bureau’s day couch were seriously erotic. Was this what fucking sounded like in real life? Was Antoine actually fucking Tante Marise? My, already eager, cock certainly thought so. Just the other side of the door I could imagine Tante Marise, blouse open, those magnificent tits on display, lying back on the day couch with her legs spread wide, welcoming Antoine’s cock in her foufoune! Antoine for his part, I imagined, was clasping her naked buttocks in his giant hands as he thrust into her with rapidly mounting excitement. Fuck this was sexy! I stayed as long as I dared, getting more and more excited with this unexpected introduction to the magic sounds of copulation. I could hear their breathing becoming more rapid, their words of encouragement getting louder, the squeaking rhythm accelerating and yes: I came in my pants! I had hardly touched my cock but the sounds of two people actually fucking only a few feet away, combined with my boyish imagination, was more than I could stand. I hurried to my room to inspect the damage. Wow, what a lot of cum! It had already soaked through from my pants and there was a large wet patch on the front of my trousers. What to do? I didn’t normally go to bed this early and I certainly could not go back to the parlor in these trousers. I decided that getting into my pyjamas and going back down would be the best course of action, but first I put on clean under pants to keep my cock firmly locked up. Back in the TV room Tante Marise reappeared after I heard her show Antoine out with a cheery, “À la prochaine.” Or, until next time. What? There was going to be a next time? Were they going to do it again? Anyway, she sat down beside me, made some comment about my getting ready for bed early and we watched the TV. I could not stop my mind from wandering. She didn’t look any different! But she’d just been fucking! How could this be? She had just clearly enjoyed having Antoine thrusting between her thighs, an experience that I could only imagine, and here she sat as if nothing had happened. In fact, she seemed quite relaxed and serene, even. I am not sure what I expected, but certainly not this degree of blasé normality. It was just as well that I had pants on under my PJs because, try as I might, my mind kept wandering back to the scene I had just overheard. My first real encounter with sex. OK so I only overheard them having sex, but the memory was enough to give me another erection: oh the power of recovery of the teenager! As soon as possible I made my excuses and went to my room. I took off my PJs and pants and lay down on my back, stark naked, with my second erection of the evening. I felt the breeze from the open window playing on my naked body and, as the air wafted over my cock, and armed with a hanky, I set about re-playing the scene over and over in my mind. Her naked breasts, what were they like to touch? Her foufoune, what did it look like? Antoine’s hands on her bum as he thrust into her, what did that feel like? For him? For her? So many questions, so many vivid thoughts and then, as I continued to bring myself to orgasm, as slowly as possible, so as to prolong the enjoyment, the sensations started again and I knew I was about to cum. A few more strokes and I came, not as much as earlier, but a thoroughly good, satisfying, cum none the less. I cannot remember how often that memory played out in my mind over the coming days, but it was not infrequent! I could hardly wait until the following week, when I hoped there would be a repeat performance. For some reason the thought of Antoine’s massive hands clutching her pert little bottom still produces a stirring all these years later. The harvest continued in the blazing summer sun and we always returned to the chateau hot and sweaty. At the end of the corridor was the bathroom, which contained a magnificent, if somewhat antiquated, shower. Not one of those modern contraptions but something with more taps and valves than a First World War Submarine. It may have been antiquated but it was fantastically efficient. There were four vertical spray bars, with their independent controls and a drench overhead that produced a virtual tsunami. It was great for cooling off after a day in the orchards, turn the whole contraption on cold and walk in. COLD, yes: Freezing? Nearly: but enormously refreshing and, much to my surprise, nearly always produced an erection which, as a teenager, I freely confess, I almost never wasted when I got back to my room. The day’s work done, and getting ready for supper, I headed for my room, stripped off and wound a towel around my waist. What happened next changed my life, quite literally. I was half way along the corridor when the bathroom door opened. There, silhouetted in the doorway, was the totally naked form of Tante Marise. The incident, although it lasted only a few seconds, stays with me yet. Unfortunately the bathroom window was right behind the door, so a silhouette was nearly all I saw, but there was enough detail to see that girls have hair 'down there.’ Not to mention that naked, unfettered, breasts have a motion all their own. Taken by surprise, I turned politely to avert my gaze and Tante Marise, retreated into the bathroom, only to emerge a few seconds later, modestly wrapped in a large towel. We crossed in the corridor and she muttered. “Désolé.” Désolé! Why was she sorry for one of the most exciting moments of my young life. My embarrassment was only compounded buy my automatic response. “De rien!” It’s nothing! Nothing! I had just seen my first full frontal naked female and said that it was nothing! I had been so embarrassed, I hadn’t had time to think, so I scurried into the bathroom, turned on all elements of the shower to full cold, dived in and set to work on the erection that the combined effects of the cold water and the image of a totally naked Tante Marise had produced. We overcame our embarrassment at supper by ignoring the incident and settled down to watch TV afterwards. Antoine had not reappeared and over a week had passed. What a disappointment! I was not going to be treated to episode two of 'Tante Marise enjoys a noisy shag.’ Oh well, the flash of her naked body had made up for it and surely one orgasm an evening should be enough for any teenager, or maybe just one more when I get back upstairs? This particular night produced another film in the series that had so affected me the previous week. More French erotica! But this time sitting next to Tante Marise, which made my excitement much harder to conceal. As the plot developed it was quite clear that our heroine was about to seduce her co-star. Their clothes had been shed and the obligatory rear view of a naked woman advancing on her lucky prey, filled the screen. They were clearly just about to fuck. This was getting difficult to deal with. I had not long ago seen Tante Marise in just such a state, but from the front. The whole thing, hair and all! But sitting next to her, watching this level of sexual activity had caused a predictable response from my young 'bitte’. It is very easy to forget how little it takes to provoke an erection in the sexually inexperienced. Just as the sex act was about to take place, Tante Marise placed her hand on my knee, leaned forwards, turned and looked into my eyes with a beguiling smile and said. “ Un peu racé, non?” A little racy? This was torrid beyond my wildest dreams. Then she stunned me by taking my hand and placing it on her covered breast. Not another word was spoken, she just lifted my hand and put it there. OK she had on a loose dress, but no bra. My first experience of an adult female breast. I probably made a mess of it, but it was so exciting, warm, soft and pliable with that little hard bud on the end. What is happening? I would like to say that I played expertly with it, but that would not be true. In the actual event I summoned up all my courage and slid my hand in through the opening at the front of her dress. I touched a naked breast for the first time, and lightly ran my open palm over her nipple. It is hard to imagine now, after a lifetime of sexual activity, how exciting this was. Tante Marise, meanwhile slid her hand from my knee up towards my groin. I do not know if I was normal or not, but stories of boys first time sexual encounters lasting for ages, or even minutes, just do not ring true to me. I am fondling my first breast and Tante Marise is sliding her hand up my fully clothed thigh. It got as far as my crotch, only just lightly brushed over my cock: the tension was unbearable. I came! She must have sensed the spasm of my orgasm as she leaned forward, kissed me on the forehead and said. “I think it is time you to go to your room.” The next morning at breakfast I just didn’t know where to look. I had stroked Tante Marise’s naked breasts the previous evening and had orgasmed in front of her. She was totally unabashed about the incident and even teased me by asking, “So you had the pleasant dreams, no?” The harvest progressed in the incessant heat. Showers were taken after the hot sweaty work, but the vision of a naked Tante Marise was never repeated. More TV programmes were watched, seldom as racy as that fateful night, but some were pretty hot. By now we had reached a comfortable arrangement. If the film got raunchy she would take my hand and place it on her breast while allowing her hand to find its way to my crotch and I had mustered enough self control not to ejaculate on the spot. To be honest, usually by bringing myself off before going to the parlor to watch TV. On my final evening, during a film, while I was fondling her breast and getting more and more excited, she completely threw me by asking directly. “How is it that you like to make the masturbations?” The French language can be a little direct sometimes. After the usual blustering and denials, she chided me by telling me that it was 'healthy to make the masturbations.’ Her openness on matters sexual left me aghast. I eventually admitted that I did it lying on my back on my bed, with a hanky to make sure I didn’t leave a mark on the bedding. My admission was met with one word, “Viens, which means come.” She took my hand and stood up. I had to idea where this was leading but I had high hopes and so did my erection. We passed the Bureau, and climbed the stairs, we went past her room and along the corridor past mine, all the way to the bathroom at the end. She opened the door and ushered me ahead of her, allowing the door to close behind us. She set the knobs and levers of the WWI Submarine which sprang into life, at which point she stood right in front of me, slid the straps of her dress over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Tante Marise dressed only in panties! Dressed only in panties, but not for long. She looked up at me with that wonderful smile and lowered them to the floor. I couldn’t help staring at the luxuriant dark triangle between her legs. Triangle, breasts, triangle, face, triangle! My eyes went berserk. “Viens, viens. Clothes off!” I struggled to get my clothes off with any degree of finesse, and getting my pants off, over my raging erection, while under the direct gaze of Tante Marise felt, as the French say, bizarre. Then there I was naked, standing beside my first totally naked female, who was also the first person ever to see my penis erect and erect it certainly was, the tip was all but touching my navel. “This is special.” She said, as she took me by the hand and lead me into the steaming torrent. Water cascaded everywhere as she directed a soaping operation. We soaped each other under her expert instructions. I soaped her back and felt the glorious sensation of my hands flowing over her buttocks. She returned the pleasure. I never realized how sexy it felt when your buttocks got a soapy wash. I could hardly wait to get to her breasts, they felt completely different with the water and soap flowing freely. Her nipples felt larger and definitely harder. She also allowed my hand to wander into the luxuriant triangle between her legs. I really had only the vaguest idea of what I would find there. Biology books are not that informative, but the biggest surprise was to find that my finger slipped easily into her foufoune, which was unexpectedly slippery and welcoming. I was extremely careful not to touch my cock and desperately hoped she would not touch it either, or I would cum on the spot. I just wanted this to go on for as long as possible. It could not last for ever though, and eventually she maneuvered behind me with a hand full of soap, rubbed it gently over my chest and stomach getting tantalizingly lower with each pas

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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

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