that she was tired of being married to a loser. " Only reason I hang around is for security. Its not for his little dick thats for sure. Hell I have to think of his brother-in-law Billy when we have sex". My jaw hit the seat cause I was the Billy she talked about.She came out of the food joint. I huuried, put the note back and she got in. As we drove to her house I asked " So how long have you wanted me". "Ever since we got married she replied".

 Kinda sucks were're both married I said. She pulled in this alley right behind her house. She shut the car off and kissed me and I returned the favor with a deeper kiss. " Nobody needs to know" she said and put her hand on my now swollen cock. "DAMN" she gasped. Seven? Eight and as big as your wrist I replied.

  I had her shirt pulled up and her bra folded under her massive titties and sucked on them like a newborn. Her tits definitly overshodowed her belly which was a good thing. She shimmied out of her shorts and her pussy scent filled the air. I reclined the seat and she took my cock down her throat till she gagged. She brought her head up swirling her tounge around my shaft. My dick grew even bigger. Now at its full lenght and gurth she had a hard time deepthroating me.

 She sucked my dick for what seemed like an hour. All the while she had a tight squeeze on my balls whith her hand. She pulled her head off my dick with a saliva induced "SSSLuURP!" She gatherd all the spit she had left and and let it fly all over my prick. " I need that in my pussy NOW!" she said. "And don't hold back!" Her window was rolled down so she leaned out the window so her head and fat tits were hanging out. Her left leg was on her seat and her right leg was by the shifter. I had a perfect view of a big ass and a camel toe.

 I positioned myself and guided about 5" in her cunt. OOOOHHH! she cried out. I made about 10 slow strokes and then fed her all 8 1/2" in one  very hard thrust! OHHHH FUCCKKK! She gasped. Knowing we've been gone awhile I know what I had to do. I grabbed two hands full of her big ass and started to jackhammer the shit out of her. "FUCK YEAH FUCK YEAH FUCK THAT BIG TIGHT PUSSY!" FUCK YOUR SISTER-IN -LAW GOOD YOU SONOFABITCCHHHH!!!" God damn i'm cumminnnggg she screamed. I stuck 2 fingers up her ass and she came 3 more times. I was now fucking her so hard her fat ass titties were beet red frome slappin the side of the car. I couldn't hold back much longer so I said" Do you swallow bitch?"  "for you billy!"  She yelled. I pulled out and her tight beat up cunt slurpped pretty loud. I pulled her the rest of the way back in the car a positioned her for a good throat fucking.

 I rested her head on the door and grabbed for the roof. She opened her mouth and I plunged in full force. I fucked the hell out of the face just as i did her fat pussy. I was so turned on by all the spit flying around and how sloppy it sounded. I couldn't take nomore and unleashed the beast. Seven huge fucking hot loads of man juice right down her throat. She could'nt handle it all and gagged about half back up and spit it in the floor. As we drove back her new car now smelled of sweet pussy juice and cum. Hope the brother-in law dosen't drive it much I thought to myself.

through the door that him and sue are going to the lounge and since she's too young they will not be gone long.

jim and sue are in the lounge drinking and dancing and sue is getting very horny.jim decides it's time to go to the room since they have to get on the road in the morning.as they enter the room becky is in one bed.they quietly get down to their undies and crawl into the other bed.sue begins rubbing jims cock and he tells her not with his sis in the other bed.sue says she's asleep and we'll be quiet.jim moves over on top of sue and she slides her panties off and he pulls down his shorts and slowly enters her.they are slowly going at it when jim looks over and notices something move in the bed next to them.sue says becky are you awake?becky replies"kinda".sue reaches up and turns on the light on the nightstand.becky is looking right at them with jim on top of sue.becky pushes the covers off and is laying there completely nude,"i thought ya'll wouldnt ever get back" becky says.sue tells her wantto come over here.becky stand up and stands beside the other bed "can i help" becky says.sue says sure and becky leans down and begins nibbling at sue's tit.jim begins moving in and out of sue again.

sue is on her back and jim is on her and becky has her mouth on sue's tit.then becky reaches down and places her hand on sue's mound,she spreads her fingers so her hand is clasp to sue and jim's cock is sliding between her fingers as he enters his wife.sue asks becky to climb on her and becky straddles sue and sue starts eating her pussy.jim is now leaned back some still entering his wife and looking down his sisters back until he gets to her ass which is covering his wifes face.

jim tells sue he is about to cum and then squirts inside her and she is still eating becky.jim moves over to the other bed to watch.becky moves off sue and lays on her back and sue lays beside her and they are kinda in a side 69 and sue is fingering becky and becky is fingering sue.then sue begins to buck alittle and she and becky cum together at the same time.sue asks becky "if that was good for her and she said yes.becky asks jim 'what did you think" and jim replies"this is going to be a good trip".

, becoming slightly suspicious.

"Uh...I’m staying over at Kevin’s house. There’s a fight on and he’s the only guy with pay per view. The fight won’t end till late so we were planning on crashing there." That should do the trick. I thought confidently.

"You know son, I’m not an idiot. I know you’re going to stay over at Caroline’s while her parents are gone. Were you planning on fucking her tonight?"

I couldn’t believe my ears! Not only did my mom know exactly what was going on, she also knew that we were gonna have sex!

"Mom....how....where did you get that idea?" She stood up and walked towards me.

"Like I said hun, I’m not an idiot. If you want these car keys, you’re gonna have to work for them."

Let me take a minute to tell you about my mother. When I was 10, my father left me, my mom, and my sister for some old highschool sweetheart. I couldn’t understand what kind of person would leave my mom for someone else. She was absolutely stunning. She was 5'8, had long black hair, piercing blue eyes, and large, succulent lips. She kinda resembled Angelina Jolie with a body to match. She had large, firm D cup tits (I knew this from searching through her drawers), a slim waist, and a small, tight ass. I had always fantasized about my mom while going through puberty, and that trend has not stopped. My mom worked so hard to provide for me and my sister. I only ever wanted her to be happy. So there I was. My MILF of a mom looking me in the eyes with pure lust. I did the only thing that seemed natural to do at the time. I shoved my tongue down her throat.

This wasn’t a kiss of love. It was raw, animalistic, and purely sexual. I lifted her on to our kitchen table so I could get inside that pussy with my tongue. She was wearing a bathrobe with nothing underneath, so I had easy access. I pulled on the rope around her waist to reveal the sweetest tits and fattest pussy I had ever seen. She had most of her pussy shaved, with a small line leading from her clit. I dove right into her with my tongue and got pussy juice all over my face. She tasted so much different than Emily did, and the smell was a lot stronger. But this only turned me on more. I started fingering her while rubbing her clit. I almost fit my whole fist in her pussy. I flipped her over and continued to eat her out doggy style. I then moved from her pussy to her asshole. I sucked on her hole and fisted her wet cunt. This made my dick pop out of the top of my pants. I was ready for some relief. Once she was nice and wet down there, I decided it was my turn to get some action. I walked around the table so I was facing her head. I flipped her on to her back and let her head fall off the back of the table. I slipped off my pants and shoved my cock down her throat. I had no mercy for her as I grabbed the back of her head and skull fucked the life out of her. I thought for sure she would start choking, but she swallowed me whole. I could feel the head of my dick hitting the back of her throat. I had started sucking her nipples and rubbing her clit when I got that familiar feeling in my dick so I pulled out of her mouth, got behind her, and placed my dick at the entrance of her pussy.

"No baby, you can't fuck mommy there. It would be to wrong."

To worng? Just great. I was so close to getting inside of her and she pulls this bullshit on me. I can't believe sh....

"You'd better stick it in my ass."

...things couldn’t get any better. I was about to give a girl my first ass pounding and it was my own mom. Life kept getting better and better. I moved my dick from her pussy to her ass and rubbed it against her hole. It was so small. I didn’t think I could fit it in. I got up and headed for the cupboard and grabbed a bottle of baby oil. I got back on the table, applied to my moms asshole and to my dick, and worked my way inside her. I humped her as slowly as I could so she could get used to the invading member in her ass. She started to moan as I pushed in and out quicker and quicker. As we started to get into a rhythm, we got the shock of our lives. Standing in the doorway was my little sister.

Jennifer is a 14 year old replica of my mother. She has the jet black hair, which she always wears in a ponytail, blue eyes and a well developed chest and ass (I would say she’s a large C cup). She’s quite tall for a 14 year old at 5'10 (we both hot our height from our father). She started to really develop at the age of 11 and now she is the fantasy of every guy at our school, including myself. Seeing her stand there in shock got me even more horny. I continued to pound away at my moms ass leaving Jen there to figure out what was going on. The tight grip of her ass on my dick, and my sister standing there, was a lethal combination and I soon shot my load straight up her ass. I collapsed on top of her for a minute trying to catch my breath. My sister still hadn’t moved a muscle but when I looked at her closely I could see that her nipples were erect under her tanktop. Could my sister really be getting of to watching me fuck our mom in the ass? I thought to myself. I pulled my dick out of her ass and watched the cum flow out. My mom quickly stood up and put on her bathrobe.

"Jennifer dear," my mom said, "let us explain what happened here." But Jen didn’t want to hear it. She turned around and walked up the stairs to her room. "Oh no...I better go talk to her."

"No, let me mom. I know what to say." I walked up the stairs to her bedroom door when I realized I was still completely naked. I went into my room first and grabbed a pair of boxers and a t-shirt and walked back to her door. I didn’t bother knocking and just walked in. And what did I see? My little sister naked on her bed with 3 fingers in her pussy. My dick popped up like a jack-in-the-box. She looked over at me, smiled, and motioned for me to join her. This was all the incentive I needed. I pulled off my shirt and boxers and jumped into her bed.

"Oh Jen...I’ve wanted this for so long."

"Me too Alex...now lets fuck!"

I got on top of her and ee started kissing while discovering each other’s bodies. I squeezed her beautiful breasts and pinched her long nipples. I had never seen nipples so erect. They felt great rubbing against my chest. I took my mouth away from hers and sucked on her tits. She started to moan really loudly and I could feel the heat from her pussy on my dick, which was right in front of it. She pulled my head away from her tit, looked into my eyes and said "I want you to take me right now." Without taking my eyes off hers, I guided my dick into her wet pussy. I felt some resistance and could tell she was still a virgin. I couldn’t believe this. A girl this hot still hadn’t had sex. I was in heaven. I slowly started rubbing her clit making her more comfortable with my dick inside of her. I then shoved my full member into her tight cunt. But she barely let out a whimper. She just kept looking right into my eyes, never even blinking. I slowly started to pick up the pace and in no time I was giving her full thrusts. She started to moan and groan and dug her nails into my back. She wrapped her legs around me and started to hump back, meeting me at full thrust. She had a beautiful patch of hair on her pussy that felt wonderful against my shaved pelvis. I looked over at the clock and saw that it was 5 to 7 and I needed to pick up Caroline from work, so I started humping her as fast as I could. Her screams became louder and I was sent into a state of pure ecstasy as I shot load after load into her virgin cunt. I pulled out of her and laid down next to her. "Sorry Jen, but I need to pick up Caroline from work." She looked at me with sad eyes and replied, "At least let me clean you up first." She lifted up my limp dick and started sucking and licking off my cum and her juices. Within seconds my dick was a rock. She started to use her hands while sucking me to allow me to have the full experience. She then grabbed her tits, put them around my cock and jerked me off with them. She somehow managed to suck on it at the same time. It felt so amazing. I shot my second load of our session right in her face and it fell on her tits. She picked it up with her finger and rubbed it on her nipples and on her lips. This bitch really loves the cum. I gave her a kiss on the lips and told her that we would do this again soon but I needed to leave. After another quick kiss, I ran into my bedroom, threw on some nice clothes, ran down stairs, gave my mom a slap on the ass, and went to pick up Caroline for our date.

Part 4 cumming soon...

er that afternoon I drove to her house, I almost go lost in the subdivision, but it was a beautiful day, and I had the window down and the A/C blowing up my shorts. After I found her house I got this weird feeling. I can’t quite explain it, but my heart began racing and my spine tingled. I took a deep breath and shook it off. Michelle greeted me with a warm smile and a hug, she was wearing light jeans and a pale pink button-up blouse with the top two buttons undone, leaving me a just tasteful enough view of her cleavage. She was also sipping a glass of wine. “Come in, let me show you the computer room.”
    The room was simple enough, a small room with a desk, and a couch. Michelle sat on the couch and I hopped on the computer and started with my geek work. We made small talk firstly about work, then about her house, she told me about how her husband always worked and never paid attention to her. I started to feel awkward, if she told me this at work I would just go find something to do, I’m not a marriage counselor, but I was stuck, she went on about how frustrating it was. Finally finished with the first round of problems and restarted her computer. I turned around to talk.
    “He always accuses me of cheating, but he never has proof. I think he’s the one cheating.” She told me chugging the rest of her wine. “Sometimes I want to cheat on him just so the next time he accuses me I can say ‘Yes!  I cheated, so fuck off!’”
    I asked her if she ever tried. “Well I did once, online, but the guy backed out, and never got back to me.” I sat down on the couch next to her. “You know if you’re not happy you need to tell him, give him an ultimatum that forces…” I was cut off. Michelle leaned over and kissed me. Her lips were soft and supple, she tasted like wine, and I could feel her body heat radiating off her body. She leaned back suddenly and apologized. “I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me. I think it’s jus that your actually paying attention to me and the wine. I’m sorry.” I looked into her brown eyes unsure of what to say. I’d never looked at her like this. But after she kissed me I was incredibly turned on. She looked nervous, so I placed my hand on her knee and kissed her. Harder than she kissed me, and I even slipped her some tongue. She reciprocated and put her hand on my cheek. We kissed on the couch like two teenagers making out for the first time, unsure of where to put our hands, and what to do next, but completely into what the other person was doing.
    I pulled back. “Michelle, I don’t know… I… your married, and… I’m so confused and … horny.” She looked at me and smiled “It’s alright.” She said and she began to unbutton her blouse.  My breathing increased, and I got the tingly spine again. She slowly pulled off her shirt, arching her back to push her giant breasts in the pink lacy bra outwards. Her body was a temple to big women, no stretch marks, and perfectly clear skin. I was speechless, and motionless. Michelle smiled and took my hand, then ever so gently placed it on her breast. I felt her breathing and I felt my pants get considerably tighter. We  started kissing again, and she pulled off my shirt, she stopped for a moment, I was pretty fit, I had been a swimmer in high school and kept the physique. She ran her fingers over my chest and washboard abs. Then she teased my waistline. “Does he want to come out?” She asked. “Yeah, but not without some friends.” I answered. Michelle obliged, and unhooked her bra and undid her pants. I slid off her pants as she removed her bra. Then I almost came.
    She had creamy smooth thighs and matching underwear, and her nipples were perfectly round and soft. I leaned over and gently licked one. She moaned and grabbed my hair. I felt her nipple harden in my mouth, and I reached for the other boob and started to play with it as I sucked on the first one. Michelle started gyrating her hips, but I didn’t want to go there yet, I switched boobs and with my free hand slowly delve downward and began to caress her legs.  She moaned louder and before I lost all control I asked if she had a bed. Michelle pulled me up and across the hall to he bedroom with a king size bed and fell backwards onto it. With her legs spread wide and her hands playing with her boobs. I took the hint. And pulled off her panties. Then just to make her happy, slid off my shorts and surprised her again. “I didn’t know you went commando!” She exclaimed “And wow, that is the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen.” I smiled and let my eight and a half inch cock with the hair trimmed and shaved glow. “You have a porno penis.” she said. “Thanks… You’re not half bad yourself.” her pussy was entirely shaved and had the glow of a pink virgin vagina. She slid her hands down and played with the smooth pussy and pulled back her lips inviting me to explore, and explore I did. I planted my face right on top of her clit and began lapping and sucking as Michelle cried out in ecstasy. Her pussy tasted as good as her lips. I thoroughly enjoyed licking it. I even felt her quiver as I licked.
    Soon after the quiver that shook her thighs like jell-o, Michelle pulled me up and kissed me. My dick instinctively found it’s way into he pussy and the both of us paused. It was a sensual overload. The heat of her body, the smell of her perfume, her smooth skin, and wet pussy. “I can feel the ridges of you cock.” She told me as she ran her hands down my back and onto my ass. I took a deep breath and began to slowly move my cock out and in, and out and in. Michelle did not let go of my ass, but did throw her head back and moan. I worked into a good rhythm when Michelle rolled us over and pinned me down, she then began to do the work. She sat up and I watched as her whole body bounced with each downward thrust. My cock was beginning to get close to exploding. I hadn’t ejaculated in a few days and knew my next load would be big. Michelle winked at me and licked her lips. She quickly pulled off my cock, spun around backwards and sat back down, into the reverse cowgirl position. I ran my hands up her back and gripped her smooth hair, and like a tower she fell backwards onto me and I instinctively started fucking her from underneath. I also managed to reach around and massage her clit. My thrusts became violent pounds as I neared orgasm, and Michelle’s body started quivering again. She let out a loud yelp and arched her back the instant I released  the first shot of hot cum into her pussy. Her vagina tensed and seemed to squeeze every ounce of cum out of my dick. She rolled off of me. And buried her face in a pillow. I lay, breathless and relaxed. Michelle turned her head and through her hair, said. “You can come over anytime and do that.”
    The next day was normal enough, I didn’t even see Michelle till it was almost time to go home. I said hi. She smiled, there was an awkward silence. Then she said; “So last night I ran out for some groceries and when I came home I caught my husband with his secretary. So I’m moving out, I was wondering if you would mind coming over when I get a new place and giving me a special housewarming gift?” I looked her in the eyes and told her I’d be more than happy to oblige, and this time, I’d bring the wine.

he came over, "Hey Nick"
    "Hey Katie.. looking gorgeous today. Not that you always dont."
    She smirked and looked at me alittle dirty. She noticed my boner that i tried to cover up. She looked back and forth down the isle. There was no one there. She trotted over in her Prada high heels. I grinned alittle sexy and she kneeled down between my knees. She ran a hand up and down my leg feeling my cock underneath the cloth pants. she was moving awfull fast i felt i was gonna come before i ever got my pants off. Luckily she unziped them and noticed that my cock flew straight out from my boxers hitting her chin. Again she looked for someone but no one was there. She wrapped both her hands around my thick 9 inch cock. She let out a silent moan and licked up my shaft. I felt butterflies from this. It was amazing the way she was sucking on me. She continued up and down. she slowly wrapped her tounge around it and moved up and down more still sucking on my enourmous boner. "Wow.. this is amazing.."
    I let out softly as she took my whole cock in her mouth. She deep throated my whole dick without gagging, I can tell she's had some practice. I let out a slight moan as my cock began to swell purple ready to blow at any moment. "Ahh god yes"
    She smiled and took my cock in once more and i sprayed my juice all inside her mouth. She took this as suprise but swallowed it all. She took her mouth off dripping some cum from her mouth. She began to jack me off a second time. She got up and smiled. she grabbed my hand and we ran to the women's restroom. I took a seat in one of the stalls and she strattled me. She slowly lowered herself still wearing her skirt. "Mmhmmm this is sooo good"
    I took her hips with my hands and thrusted upward into her tight love-hole. She moaned louder. I began to pick up my pace. I moved my hand up her stomach letting her large breasts out from her shirt. He smiled and grabed them as they floped up and down as he fucked her fast. Slowly she leaned forward untill she was in doggy style. I steadied myself and pumped into her hole fast and deep. I felt the tight warm cunt tighten abit as she was about to come, "Come with me Nick! Ahh Yesss fuck me moree!! AHhh!!"
    Suddenly i pumped once more sending a flow of sticky thick white sperm into her pussy. this was the greatest feeling ever. Slowly he pulled out panting abit. they then returned to work and fucked more and more on their breaks

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Being the manager of a small department store, in a chain of department stores, I prepared my little store for our annual back to school sale.  This is a big time of year for us, as we are located in the poorer side of town, and unlike the big discount chains we are within walking distance of in the poor neighborhoods.  Now this is a big sales advantage but it also has some drawbacks, as we get more shoplifters and security is a major part of the job, as we cannot afford to hire and maintain a security man full time.

 

Most of out customers are hard working low-income people, and for the most part very honest.  With many years of experience behind me, I know that most of our losses come from teenagers.  They usually come in groups and try to distract the sales staff, while one of them shoplifts the things they desire.  So being the manager I have learned to stay off the sales floor and watch the store thru the groups of one way mirrors throughout the store, paying particular attention to the teens that arrive in groups, and the ones that go off on their own while their buddies ask the sales people questions.

 

Now these teen shoplifters do not as a rule, pick up school supplies such as notebooks or pencils, they go after clothes or electronics.  Letting their parents worry about the things they need to actually do the schoolwork.  So I usually station myself in the clothing department during peak teen shopping hours.  I watch for teens taking multiple items into the fitting rooms and only returning a few back to the racks. 

 

Well now that you know the background of what usually goes on, let me tell you about the unusual case I had this year.  It was around 4:30 PM on a Monday, which is prime time for teen shoplifters, as they have gotten out of school a hour or so ago and had time to group up for their quest.

 

The usual group of teens came in and the sales people were quite busy.  I was behind the one-way mirror at the clothing department watching a few teens, when out of the corner of my eye I saw her.  She was off to herself in the school supply section, a place most teens avoid.  She was young and I guessed around 14 or 15 years old, she was wearing clothes that were out of style by a few years, I guessed hand me downs or yard sale specials. 

 

I do not know why she caught my attention, but I decided to move around and watch her thru the mirror in that section of the store.  As I continued to watch her I noticed her look around and put something in her pocket, then quickly move to another section of the school supplies.  She kept looking around, and had a scared look on her face, as she bent down and pick up a calculator looked at it, looked quickly around and stuffed that into her pocket also.  Well I had seen enough; I knew she would soon try to go out the door, so as she pretended to look around for something else I made my way to the exit.

I went outside the store and pretended to look in the window at the displays as I kept an eye on her.  It did not take long as she slowly made her way to the door, she took one more quick look around and seen no one following her and slowly made her way to the exit, with a final look around she quickly moved thru the door, turned and ran directly into me. 

 

I am sure it startled her at first and then as she regained her composure she noticed my nametag and the manager and store logo under it.  Her face went pale and I reached out and grabbed her arm so she could not run.  I called one of the sales people out as a witness and asked the girl to empty her pockets.  She pulled out the calculator and some pens, all together worth around ten or fifteen dollars.  The salesman who came out took a picture of her and her loot and handed me the camera.  I picked up her ill-gotten gain and asked her to come with me to the office.

 

She started crying and shaking, which in a usual ploy for young shoplifters to try to get you just to let them go.  But our store policy was to prosecute all shoplifters as a deterrent to others.  When we reached the office, I had her sit in the straight chair and I put the stolen item on the desk, and settled in my chair behind the desk.  She was still crying as I pulled out the standard form we have to get all the information from the shoplifter before the police arrive.  Here is where I deviated from company policy, I was supposed to call the police before I started filling out the form, and to this day I do not know why I didn’t.

 

 

I started asking her the standard questions, her name, age, address, and phone number where her parents could be reached.  And I was kind of surprised at some of the answers I received, her name was Carol Miller, she was 15 years old, her address was an old flophouse motel just down the street, and no phone number was available.  I noticed she had quit crying now but her eyes were still red and puffy.  I asked her parents name and she gave me her mother’s name as Jill Taylor and her stepfather’s name as Paul Taylor.  When I asked how to reach them, she burst into tears again and pleaded with me not to contact them.  She said her stepfather would kill her, having heard this before many time, I told her I doubted that he would kill her.

 

That is when she shocked me and stood and turned her back to me, pulled up her tee shirt and showed me the scars of being beaten.  I was shocked and dropped my pen on the desk, as she lowered her shirt and turned back to face me.  For some reason I got up from my chair and went around to take this young girl into my arms to comfort her, as I took her in my arms she put her face in my chest and cried like a baby.  I held her tight and a protective feeling overtook me.  Suddenly I was glad I had not called the police, I just wanted to make her feel safe from harm.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

It was like pulling teeth, but finally I got some details out of her.  He stepfather was a drunk lazy man who lived on his welfare check, and what ever her mom could make waiting tables and a local diner.  He begrudged an money spent on her for clothes or books, hell he did not even want to feed her, as she ate table scrapes after her father finished eating.  They never seemed to have enough money and he took it out on her, he would beat her for almost no reason, but always when her mom was at work.  She was terrified of him, but needed some supplies for her classes at school and was afraid to ask her mom for them.  She wore clothes the neighbors had given her and what she pick up out of others garbage. 

 

I am a single man, who had never been married, but I do like children and never wanted to see them mistreated.  Maybe some hidden paternal instincts were taking over, because suddenly all that mattered to me was protecting this young girl.  So I paid for the items she stole out of my own pocket, and sent her on her way, but not before taking a few snapshots of her back full of scars and bruises.  I had no Idea what to do, but I knew I needed to do something, so I called an old friend of mine who worked for Children’s Services of our great state.

 

So meeting my friend, that night and telling her the story, showing her the pictures of Carol’s back, I asked the million dollar question, what could be done.  I was in for another shock as I was told that not a whole lot could be done since no police report was filled out, no complaint by either the mother or child was on record.  They could take the photos and go talk to the stepfather, but usually that only would make him mad and he would take it out on Carol at a later date.  Or they could approach the mother with the pictures and try to get her to file a complaint.  They best case scenario if they could prove the child was being beaten by the stepfather, was to remove her from their custody and place her in a foster home, which they were short of, and may turn out to be worst for Carol.  As abuse has been known to happen in foster care homes. 

 

I have not been known to back down from a challenge, so I told my friend I wanted to do nothing thru the system.  Now give me some choices outside the system that might be done.  After discussing this subject at length, we came up with a few scenarios that might work.  One being approach the stepfather, let him know he is being watched.  But this may make him madder and either beat Carol worse or leave the family and then they could not even afford the flophouse apartment they had.  The other was to approach the mother, show her the photos and try to scare her into signing custody papers to a responsible person, and that left the question of who would take care of Carol.

 

The next day Carol came by the store to thank me for the supplies and not turning her in.  That is when I noticed she had a black eye and bruises on her arms.  When I questioned her about it she told me her stepfather had found the supplies and asked her where she got them.  When she told him, he took the supplies away from her and beat her again.  He then traded the supplies for a cheap bottle of wine.  I could not hide my fury at him from her, and she kept telling me it was all right she would get by without the supplies.  But I knew I had to do something fast.

 

 

I though about it all day, and came to the conclusion that approaching the mother was the best way to handle this situation.  As for who to take custody of Carol, I had no idea so I decided it would be me, until I could find someone else more suitable.  After work I went and seen a attorney and had a custody agreement drawn up naming me as the custodian of the minor child Carol Miller, releasing her mother or stepfather of any paternal rights to the child.  All I had to do was get the mother to sign it and get it notarized, and then file it with the County Clerk. 

 

The next day I took some time off from work and went to the little diner where Carol’s mother worked, while Carol was still in school.  She was not hard to spot as she looked like an older version of Carol, and she also sported a black eye and some bruises that she tried to cover with make up.  When she came to wait on my table I introduced myself and told her I need a few minutes of her time to talk to her about her daughter.  I guess she assumed Carol had gotten into trouble as she went to her boss and told him she was taking a little time off, and came back to my table to talk to me.

 

I explained the situation as best I could and showed her the photos of Carol.  I could tell she was surprised by the photos, and when I asked her if she had not seen her daughter’s black eye yesterday, she told me Carol had told her she had gotten into a fight in school.  I asked how she had gotten her own black eye and she blushed and finally told me her husband was drunk last night and had hit her.  I then told Carol’s mother that we had two choices, one was that I go to the police with the information I had and they would remove Carol from her home and place her in foster care until after the trial of both her and her husband for child abuse.  I could see she did not like this choice, so I continued with choice number two.   I told her she could sign custody of Carol over to me and I would find her a suitable home, and no charges would be brought against her or her husband.  That she would be able to have supervised visits with Carol, arranged thru me. 

 

She was crying by then and I could see she liked neither choice, so I told her that if she made no choice, I would be forced to go with the first one and take the evidence to the police when I left the diner.  This seemed to shake her up enough to make a quick decision to go with the latter choice and sign the custody papers.  So I took her to another friend of mine who owned a car lot and was a notary so she could sign the papers and they could get notarized.  When we got to the car lot I explained to my friend that I need him to notarize a signature on a legal document and he agreed to do it for the nominal notary fee.  I showed Carol’s mom where to sign, and signed my signature in the proper place, my friend looked at both of our IDs and then stamped and signed the documents, then made copies for his file, Carol’s mother and me, then handed me the original document that I need to file with the County Clerk. 

 

Carol’s mother went with me to the County Clerk’s office where I filed the papers, she and I both had to sign some documents there.  With that behind us we went to the school and picked up Carol.  When we explained what was going on to Carol, I could tell she loved her mother and did not want to leave her.  So I explained about the visits that were allowed, and this seemed to ease her mind.  So we drove to the their hotel apartment to pick up Carol’s things and her mother went with us so we would not have any trouble with her stepfather.

 

It was not a pleasant meeting and at first the stepfather refused to allow us to remove or take Carol out of the house.  But after waving the legal document in his face and telling him I would call the police to enforce the document and have him arrested, he yielded and allowed Carol to remove her meager belongings.  After they were loaded into my car I gave her mother my address and phone number, she kissed Carol goodbye and we left her and her husband standing on the curb.

 

 

 

Chapter 3

 

 

To say I was unprepared to be a parent would be a gross understatement.  Although I did own a small two-bedroom home, the second bedroom was not furnished for guests; I had turned it into a small home office.  I did have a daybed in there but nowhere to put clothes except in the small closet.  Well this is just supposed to be temporary I told myself as soon as I can find her a suitable home she will be leaving.  I showed Carol where to hang her clothes and cleaned out a drawer in my dresser for her few pieces of underwear and socks.

 

I showed her how to work the small TV in her room and how to turn on the computer on the desk.  That is when I notice the tears welling up in her eyes.  All I could do was open my arms and she ran into them and buried her face into my shoulder, letting the tears flow.  I stroked her hair and let her know everything would be all right, as I held her tightly to me.  That was when I first noticed it, the stirring in my loins, god I was getting a hard on for this child.  I had never thought of teens as a sexual outlet before, oh sure I had seen teen pictures on the computer, and I admit they were sexy.  But I had always preferred older women.  How long we stood there like that I do not know, I don’t know if Carol noticed my erection or not, but I stood still careful not to press my hips forward.

 

Then she looked up at me hugged me and thanked me for all I was doing for her and gave me a quick peck on my cheek.  Then she turned away and started putting her things away and I just stood there, shocked at my reaction to her, and ashamed of them at the same time.  And I stood there watching her bend over and remove things from the shopping bags her belongings were in, and for the first time I noticed how tight her jeans were on her beautiful young ass.  How they seemed to cling like a second skin, even when she straighten up and walked to the closet, the jeans looked like they were painted on her.  I suddenly came to my senses and turned and left the room, telling her I had something else I need to do and to call me if she needed anything.

 

I called and ordered us a pizza for dinner that night and we ate in the living room while watching TV.  When we finished the pizza she asked where the towels were as she wanted to take a shower.  I showed her where all the linens were stored and she took some clothes in the bathroom with her, I heard the shower start up and sat there imagining what she looked like naked.  I was hard all over again and tried to shake the images out of my head before she came back out.

 

 

When Carol came out of the bathroom she was wearing a large tee shirt that was white and I could tell she had not dried off real well as the shirt became almost transparent and her well shaped breast and nipples came into view as if she were wearing nothing at all.  Then she bent over and I spotted her well-worn white panties that looked two sizes too small for her.  Her damp hair hung down to her shoulders in a well-combed look, which made her look older than her 15 years.

 

I tried my best not to stare at her but I did notice bruises on her legs, which looked like she had been beaten with a belt.  I had to ask her about them, and when I did, I saw the pained look on her face as she remembered what had happened to her.  She finally told me that her stepfather had wanted her to touch him and even perform oral sex on him and when she refused he beat her.  That he was all the time trying to feel her up when her mother was at work, and when she was alone with him she tried to stay locked in her bedroom.  Just the thought of that drunken bastard trying to molest her made me shake with rage, but as I calmed down I asked myself was I any better, I wanted her for myself.  Did that make me a child molester too?  Did Carol think I would put the moves on her, that I saved her from her stepfather only to molest her myself?

 

 

I got up and turned the TV off and told her it was time for bed and started walking toward my bedroom.  She ran and caught me and gave me a hug and kissed me on the cheek and ran to her bedroom, I heard the lock click.  I went to bed with mixed thoughts and feelings that night and slept very little.  In the morning I got up and showered, shaved and got dressed, I made breakfast before I knocked on Carol’s door and told her it was time to get up.

 

She came into the kitchen, still in her oversized tee shirt hair messed up from sleep stretching and yawning.  She sat at the table and I served her pancakes and sausages and a glass of milk.  I had toast and coffee, and read the paper while she ate.  She got up and went back to the bedroom to get dressed for school again I heard the door lock.  When she came out she was dressed in a clean outfit that looked exactly like what she had on yesterday and I made myself a note to take her shopping tomorrow since it was Saturday and buy her some new clothes.  I told Carol that if her stepfather showed up at school or on her way to my store to run and get to a safe place and call me.  She said she would, and I took her to school and went to work.

 

 

After school she came to my store and I put her in my office to do her homework and wait for me until time for me to get off.  When my shift was over, I went back to get her and we drove out to the diner where her mother worked for dinner.  Her mother was there, although it was hard to recognize her, as she had been beaten badly and had cuts and bruises all over her face.  She ran over and hugged her daughter and they both cried, I knew without asking what had happen to her.  Her husband had been very mad about my taking Carol and his wife’s role in it and had taken it out on her after we had left.  I got up and motioned Carol’s mother over so Carol could not hear us, and told her when she got tired of being her husband’s punching bag to come to my house she was welcome and would be safe there.  She said what I knew she would, that she was ok and thanked me for the offer, and I doubted I would ever see her take me up on my offer.  But all I could do was try, some women will put up with the beating forever, I will never know why.

 

When we got back to my house it was almost a carbon copy of the night before, the shower, watching TV, the hug and kiss good night and the locking of her bedroom door.

Again I did not sleep well as I now had her mother’s problem on my mind, but unlike Carol I could not force her mother to leave the bastard and take my help.  So I spent a night pondering the situation.

 

The next morning I got up and performed my routine in the bathroom, but this time I noticed a trace of blood in the shower.  So I looked in the laundry hamper and sure enough there were bloodstains on Carol’s underwear.  She was having her period and dumb me had no feminine napkins or anything there for her, and I guess she was too embarrassed to ask me for something.  Before waking Carol I ran out to the near by 7-11 and bought sever different kinds and styles and put them in easy sight on the bathroom counter.

 

I fixed a light breakfast of fresh fruit and toast, then knocked on her door and told her breakfast was ready.  As I guessed she got up and ran for the bathroom, locked the door and I heard her cry of surprise.  She left the bathroom and went back to her room and got dressed, before coming to the table for breakfast.  By that time I was drinking my coffee and reading the paper, and she swept the paper from in front of my face hugged and kissed my cheek and thanked me for the feminine napkins.  I told her she was welcome, but she should have told me she need them as I was but a man and did not keep things like that around.  She laughed and told me she would from now on and sat down and ate her breakfast.

 

 

After breakfast I told her we were going shopping and she ran out to the car.  We drove to the mall and she followed me thru the mazes of stores until I got to the one I wanted.  She stopped outside the store and I had to go back and take her hand and lead her into the woman’s fashion store.  She tried to pull away several times and I stopped and told her I wanted to buy my girl some new clothes, and that she was to get whatever she wanted, including some new underwear that fit her.  She threw her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek and cried as she tried to thank me, but I would have none of that and pulled her arms off of me and sent her looking thru the clothes.

 

Now I have always felt out of place in a women’s fashion store, even when I tried to buy my mother a sweater, but I told the sales girl to help Carol out and sat down and waited.  I must admit I enjoyed this trip to the store as every time Carol tied on a outfit she ran over to see if I like it, and of course I did as she and the sales girl had very good taste.  And the new clothes made Carol even more beautiful than she all ready was, as her bruises were fading her eyes were bright and she smiled a lot now, something she never did before.

 

After several hours and many hundreds of dollars we left the store and packed the car with the many packages.  I then took her hand and we returned to the mall to get her some new shoes as hers were very worn and she only had one pair.  After the shoe store we went to a furniture store and picked out a bedroom set that was to be delivered that afternoon.  We finally went out to lunch and then returned home so Carol could put up her new clothing and I could clean out the room to make room for the new furniture when it arrived.

 

After she had her bedroom set up the way she wanted, she surprised me by insisting on cooking me dinner.  She surprised me with her cooking skills and we had a wonderful dinner.  She went and took a shower after the dishes were cleaned, but I did not hear the lock on the door click.  She came out in a new oversized tee shirt but instead of sitting down in the chair she sat next to me on the couch to watch TV.  She asked me if she could watch a movie and I told her ok, so she browsed thru my collection and pick a Halloween movie from my collection.  As the movie got to the scary parts she slid real close to me on the couch and squeezed my hand.  When a murder took place sometimes she would hide her face in my chest.  At the end of the movie I turned the TV off and told her it was time for bed.  Again she chased me down hugged and kissed my cheek and told me thank you for all the things I bought her, I told her that nothing was too good for my girl and she squealed and hugged me harder and gave me another kiss, before going to her room, I did not hear the lock click.

 

As days and weeks past, we grew closer, she took to helping me keep the house clean without me asking her to, so I started giving her a weekly allowance to spend as she wanted.  We had dinner at least once a week at the diner where her mom worked, and while her mom still had bruises they did not seem as bad.  Things were going great, too good to last, as on a Friday after school, her stepfather followed her almost to my store.  She did a dumb thing and took a short cut thru an alley and that is where he caught her.  He was drunk as usual and pushed her up against a wall, groped her and was fumbling with his zipper when she kneed him in the groin and ran away.  When she ran into the store I could tell something bad had happened.

 

She ran straight back to my office, and I ran back after her.  When I got in there I could see the red marks on her face where he had slapped her, she was crying and her clothes were torn in places.  I took her in my arms and calmed her down enough for her to tell me what had happened.  He had pushed her up against the wall of the alley and slapped her to keep her quiet, and told her he wanted to have sex with her, that if she had given him some pussy that maybe he would have bought her some new clothes.  But no she thought she was too good for him.  He was groping her and tearing her clothes and when he went for his zipper she had kneed him in the balls and ran away. 

 

 

This put me into a blind rage; I sat her in the desk chair and told her to stay there until I got back.  She begged me not to go out after him, but I ignored her and went anyway.  I found him still in the alley drunk and half conscious still holding his balls.  I do not know where I got it but suddenly there was an old piece of lumber in my hands and I was swinging it beating him in the head and body with it.  When I finally came to my senses he was a mass of blood and laying still, I tossed the lumber to the side and leaned down to check his breathing, I thought I had killed him.  He was still breathing but it was shallow and labored, so I left and called the police from a pay phone on my way back to the store.

 

When I got back I went directly to my office, Carol was still sitting where I told her to and she looked at me, my clothes had spatters of blood on them.  I told her I was all right and grabbed my spare clothes from the locker, went to the men’s room and cleaned up and changed into the clean clothes.  I went back to the office and explained to Carol what I had done and told her she must never tell anyone.  I took my girl home and put her to bed after she showered and changed into her tee shirt.  I myself took a long hot shower and went to bed also, as I was emotionally drained.

 

 

It was that night while I was in a restless sleep I suddenly woke up to see Carol standing beside my bed crying.  I got up and held her in my arms and asked her what was wrong, she told me she had a nightmare about him and was afraid to go back to sleep.  I sat down on the side of me bed and she sat next to me, I put my arm around her and tried to calm her down.  It was no use; she was trembling and would not calm down enough to go back to bed.  It was then she asked if she could sleep with me tonight, being somewhat shook up myself I agreed not thinking of weather it was proper or not.

 

 

She got into my bed and I rolled over on my back so she could lay her head on my shoulder, with my arm around her, she finally went off to sleep, and I guess I did too.  Sometime during the night she must have rolled over and I must have to, because when I woke up she was laying on her side facing away from me and I was spooning her, my arm around her, my face in her hair, my hand covering her breast and my groin tight against her ass.  My hard on was pressed tightly against her ass crack as her tee shirt must have worked it way up above her waist and my hand was trapped by her hand holding me to her breast, I was afraid to move, what if she woke up and found me like this? 

 

I tried to move my hand but all I accomplished was to kneed her breast and make her press her ass back against me.  My heart was pounding like a runaway train, all my blood seemed to have drained from my head to lower parts of my body, making it hard to think.  I tried to relax and just lay there think about other things, which was almost impossible.  So I just stayed as still as I could, and after a while I felt Carol stir and release my hand.  I quickly removed it and rolled over so I had my back to her.  I felt her get up to go to the bathroom, it was then I jumped up and quickly put on a robe and headed for the kitchen.

 

  I made coffee and started toasting bread, for breakfast, when Carol came in I had my back to her and was working the toaster.  She quietly moved up behind me and put her arms around my waist and hugged me.  I was jumped at her touch, as I did not expect it, and quickly turned to face her.  She was still dressed in her night shirt and put her arms around my neck for a hug, then she kissed me, but not our usual peck on the cheek but she kissed me hard on the lips, then drew her head back and looked into my eyes.

 

 

I just stood there like an idiot, my emotions swinging, and I did not know what to do.  On one hand I did not want her to think I was like her stepfather, but on the other hand I did want her.  I think she saw the confused look on my face and she just smiled and sat down at the table.  I put the plate of toast down and got her a glass of milk, then sat down to read the morning paper.  She asked me how I slept last night and a cold streak of fear ran thru my body, did she know?  I calmed down enough to tell her just fine my eyes never leaving the paper, although I could not read it by then. 

 

After the toast was gone I excused myself and told her I was going to take my shower now as she had run to the bathroom first.  I got up and got some clean clothes and headed for the bathroom.  In my state a cold shower would have been more in order but I decided on my usual hot one.  As I began to soap up my body I felt a draft and turned to see Carol enter the shower behind me.  I almost had a heart attack, and dropped the soap, before I got my voice back enough to ask her what she was doing. 

 

She closed the distance between us and pressed her naked body to my back reaching around to hug my waist again.  Let me tell you this was a shock, but again I asked her what she thought she was doing, and she told me she wanted me, grinding her body against mine.  I tried to tell her that this was wrong, when I felt her hand grasp my now erect cock.  Well you know where the blood went and also the thought process, and I turned around to face her, she never let go of my hard cock.  I looked down at this beautiful naked girl with her hand stroking my cock, and all I could say is we shouldn’t.

 

She smiled up at me and said she could see I wanted her too, which was kind of evident.  I put my arms around her and pulled her tightly to my body, God I wanted her, but I knew it was wrong.  I broke the embrace and turned off the shower, stepped out and helped her out of the shower.  I grabbed a towel and handed it to her and started drying off with mine, no words passed between us as we each dried ourselves. 

 

Carol wrapped the towel around herself and headed out the bathroom door and I kind of followed.  Then I noticed she did not go into her bedroom to get dressed as I had thought she would be went into my bedroom.  When I went into the bedroom I found her sitting on the side of the bed, towel on the floor, naked and waiting for me.  I left my towel around myself and walked over and sat down beside her, it was time we had a talk. 

 

I told Carol that while I was flattered that she thought she wanted me, I was old enough to be her father.  And while I did admit she aroused me, I was not like her stepfather and could not take advantage of her.  She kind of half turned to face me, not bothering to try to hide her beautiful B cup breasts with nipples sticking out like pencil erasers, and smiled at me.  She then told me she knew I was not like her stepfather as I had never said anything out of the way to her and never tried to touch her in anyway.  She told me she had come out of the bathroom that first night knowing her breast were showing thru her tee shirt to see what I would do.  She said all I had ever been to her was kind and asked nothing in return, and that she had fallen in love with me, and she hoped I loved her too.

 

 

She sat there looking up at me with tears starting to form in her eyes waiting for an answer from me.  It was then I realized that I had fallen in love with my girl and there was no deigning it, so I smiled at her and told her I loved her too, as tears of joy broke loose from her eyes.  I pulled her to me and tried to kiss away each tear.  I had admitted my emotional love to her and now it was time to also admit my physical love for he also.  I stood up and removed the towel from around my waist, her eyes never left my erection, as again I sat down beside her,

 

 

I pulled her to me and kissed her lips with a tenderness I never knew I had, then when she responded to my kiss it turned into a passionate kiss, hard and demanding.  I felt her quiver and surrender herself to me, as I eased her back onto the bed.  As I lay beside her kissing her my hands finally wondered to her firm young breasts, her nipples like hard pebbles as I massaged them and she moaned into my mouth.  My lips started to travel also down her neck to the valley of her breasts, then up each peak until I claimed the prize at the top of each breast, her sweet hard nipples.  I licked and sucked and nibbled each one as if it were my last meal on earth and Carol squirmed and moaned, shaking her head from side to side.

 

 

My right hand had traveled to new territory, and found wetness between her legs.  As my fingers parted the slightly fuzzy lips of her wet pussy, Carol thrust her hips up to meet my hand.  I teased her wet pussy as my kisses traveled down her stomach to her lovely belly button.  My fingers found her clit, and her body jerked like she had been shocked by an electrical charge, her hip rising into the air trying not to loose contact with my fingers.  And still I kissed lower, stopping at the top of her mound of light fuzz and kissed around her pussy to the fleshy part of each of her thighs. 

 

 

Then I got my first close up look at her beautiful pussy, covered with a soft downy fur, leaking the nectar of the gods.  I could wait no longer as I spread the lips and gazed into heaven, my tongue traveling where my fingers had already been.   With her legs on my shoulders trying to squeeze my head I tongued her sweet pussy from her ass hole to her clit lapping up her sweet nectar.  Then my tongue found her erect clit, I licked and sucked and nibbled her clit much like I had done her nipples, and I felt her shudder in her first orgasm from a man, and lowered my mouth to catch it all.  She flooded my mouth with her cum and I drank down every drop, sucking her love tunnel for more.  It was then I plunged my tongue deep into her very being and found to my surprise her virginity was intact.  I tongue fucked her sweet pussy bring her to another orgasm before releasing her from my mouth.

 

I removed her legs from around my neck, and they limply dropped on the bed.  I moved up on the bed hovering over her looking at her smiling face, I dropped down to kiss her lips letting her taste her juices on my lips.  My hard cock was trapped between our bodies and I felt her hand trying to find it.  I raised my body slightly to give her access and she grabbed my cock and tried to move it into position at her love tunnel.  I looked down at her and asked if she was sure and she smiled up and me and whispered make love to me now please.  

 

 

How could I refuse, as she positioned my cock at the entrance to her hot wet pussy, I started applying gentle pressure.  Soon I felt the head slip in to her moist tight cavern, she grave a little grunt at the entrance of the head of my cock, so I waited until she got used to the feel before continuing to add pressure.  Now I am not what you would call too well endowed but my six inches must have felt like a telephone pole trying to enter her untouched sex.  After a few minutes I started applying pressure again and even though she was well lubricated it was still slow going, as I resisted the urge to just plunge ahead and bury my cock into her virgin pussy.

 

After getting about two inches in I felt the barrier that kept her from being a woman, and I eased back a little and started slow in and out motions, letting her feel the act of making love and getting her better lubricated.  After a minute or two of this I pulled almost all the way out of her and plunged in tearing away her innocents, and planting my cock all the way into her tight pussy.  She let out a sharp cry and tears formed in her eyes, but I stayed still and kissed away her tears letting her know it was over, she was now my woman.  I could feel her pussy tighten an let go of my cock, and after a while I started gently pulling back and pushing back in. 

 

 

Soon I could tell by the way she was thrusting her hips up to me my downward motions that the pain must have subsided.  I started pounding her pussy like there was no tomorrow and she met me thrust for thrust.  I know she had several orgasms as I felt her spasm around my cock, and it was not long before I was pumping rope after rope of my hot cum into her newly opened pussy.  I called out her name as I planted the last of my seed into her, and collapsed upon her in an exhausted heap.

 

 

I knew I loved Carol and now she was mine, I was so happy that she loved me too.  I rolled off of her and pulled her into my arms cuddling her and kissing her and telling her how much I loved her.  We fell asleep tangled in each other’s arms.  The next morning I awoke to the wonderful sensation of having my cock sucked by my beautiful girl.  After she swallow about a gallon of my cum, I pulled her up and returned the favor bring her to several orgasms.  Then we got up and showered together, slowly washing each other’s body and play and teasing the sensitive parts.  We dried off and went to the kitchen ate breakfast naked and returned to bed.  God we made love all day, slowly enjoying each other.  We got up and got dressed and went out to dinner, came back home and made love again.  Sleeping soundly in each other’s arms again. 

 

 

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Alicia was a slightly heavyset 16 year old girl whose parents were known to be very religious and uptight. Despite her parents’ beliefs, Alicia had something of a seductive and sensual manner about her that I immediately sensed and liked. During my guitar lessons I was pleased to find that she didn't mind sitting close to me and sometimes her leg rubbed mine. When she leaned forward to demonstrate a playing technique I could often see down her blouse and get a good view of her unusually large boobs. Entranced by sight of her boobs and the lacy bras she wore, I soon developed a crush on her that I had trouble hiding.

 

Alicia’s home basement had been outfitted with guestroom so that’s where we spent our lesson time together. The guestroom was isolated and quiet so the music disturbed no one in the house above. Even so, we were often completely alone down there for hours because her mother was usually away from home in the afternoons. I always felt a secret thrill at being alone with an older girl in a quiet room equipped with a bed and I sometimes fantasized about her on it.  The views of Alicia’s boobs and the touch of her leg during my lessons only added to my secret thrills and fantasies.

 

We often chatted alone together after my lessons. Since I was a few years younger than her I never imagined that Alicia would be sexually interested in me or shared any of my fantasies, but, to my complete surprise, on some of our afternoons alone together she gradually began to steer our chats toward sex. It began one day with a few gentle jokes or innuendos but it wasn’t long before we found ourselves indulging in a detailed discussions about sexually related topics. She sometimes talked about the size of her ample boobs and how difficult it was for her to purchase bras. Other times she’d complain about how teenage boys looked at her chest and only thought about one thing (the same thing I often thought about).

 

I thoroughly enjoyed secret chats because I had such a crush on her and being alone with her always made me feel horny. I eagerly looked forward to our afternoons in the basement together although I never dreamed that our chats would ever amount to anything more than talk. All I knew was that I always became very hard but I really didn't care when Alicia could see the obvious bulge in my pants. In fact, I wanted her to see it to show her my reaction to her sex chats. To my delight, she sometimes glanced at my waist and then smiled at me when I caught where her eyes had been roaming.

 

One afternoon when the guitar lesson was finished our chat got a bit more heated than usual. Somehow she got us talking about wet dreams, sperm and ejaculation and we both became ever more excited as we chatted. The topic was interesting for both of us. She admitted she’d never actually seen a penis or an ejaculation and believed just a few tiny droplets of sperm were ejaculated during orgasm. I shook my head and tried to convince her otherwise by telling her that several large squirts came out followed by smaller ones.

 

She was fascinated and when she asked me if I ever had wet dreams my face turned very red. I could hardly believe what Alicia was asking me but I stuttered and admitted to her that I’d had several sexy wet dreams recently and I even made a point of telling her the result hadn’t been just a few tiny droplets. She stared at me and asked me what was the cause of wet dreams. I replied that I couldn’t control when they happened, they just happened. Sexual fantasies just jumped into my dreams and the next thing I knew there’d been an explosion of sperm big enough to require changing the sheets on my bed.

 

That made her giggle and blush a bit but she still managed the nerve to ask me what kind of fantasies would cause me to ejaculate. Bashfully, I told her fantasizing about naked girls would do it, among other things. She smiled at me, giggled and muttered that my fantasies could be easily arranged if I wanted.  I was so mesmerized by what she was hinting that didn't bother to try to hide the huge bulge in my jeans as we talked. Alicia’s eyes were frequently glancing toward it and lingering there. And around that time I began to detect a faint musky aroma I’d never smelled before. Believe it or not, I could actually smell the scent of her pussy getting hot and wet from beneath her skirt (although I didn't recognize it as such at the time).

 

She continued by asking me if I’d like to see an actual a naked girl. I was so astonished by her question I hardly knew how to respond but I managed the presence of mind to nod and croak “yes” in response. My heart was pounding and my throat was getting dry at where this conversation was going. We were alone in her basement and Alicia was strongly hinting that I was about to get to see a real naked girl.

 

Alicia got up and locked the basement door, sealing us even more securely from the rest of her already deserted house. When she came back to the couch she asked me if I’d promise to keep secret what was going to happen next. I nodded and then she wasted no time in beginning to remove her clothing. I could hardly believe what was happening as she stood in front of me and unbuttoned her blouse, exposing the lacy bra that restrained her ample boobs. Then she smiled at me as she unfastened her skirt and wriggled her hips, quickly dropping it to the floor. I was so entranced by the sight of her in her underthings that I could hardly breathe. She continued to shed her clothing and soon was standing totally nude in front of me. Her enormous boobs were bare for me to see along with her pussy and everything. She smiled and then strutted around in front of me with her hands on her hips as if to reveal all the details of herself for my inspection.

 

Then she sat on the couch next to me and told me I should show her my penis so she could play with it and see for herself how much sperm it could ejaculate. I was totally astonished by her request because I could hardly believe my 16 year old guitar teacher was asking to play with my penis. Even though we were alone in her basement guestroom I was still a bit nervous about taking my clothes off in her house. But I felt so horny I was eager to do anything she wanted and I certainly wasn't going to pass up this opportunity. We didn't have much time before my mother arrived but the risk of getting caught only added to the thrill we were both feeling. 

 

I was so intoxicated by the sight of her that I was as hard as I'd ever been in my life. After shucking off my shoes I unbuttoned my jeans and quickly stripped them off. She leaned forward and helped me pull my briefs down, allowing my boner to spring quickly out point straight up at the ceiling. I was still a bit red faced with embarrassment but her eagerness soon caused me to forget any modesty.

 

She kneeled down on the floor and touched my stiff tool while grinning seductively at me. There was an eager twinkle in her eyes as she explored my rod with her fingers and palms while complimenting me on its length and hardness. My balls were swollen and bulging and I was completely lost in the pleasure of her loving touch while she toyed with them.

She began stroking me and for the next few minutes her eyes remained locked in rapt fascination on my quivering boner. Then, to my total surprise, she leaned over and inserted my cock head in her mouth, licking it and sucking on it while continuing to grip the base with one hand. She was clearly awkward and inexperienced at giving head but I didn’t know the difference at the time. She wasted no time rolling her tongue around on it and smacking her lips and all. She turned her head to smile at me while she sucked and I could see her cheeks bulge from the cockhead inside her mouth.

 

As you could imagine, the sensation of Alicia’s mouth was beyond belief. The warmth and wetness were far more exciting than solo masturbation and the pleasure she delivered was too great to control. I lasted only a short while before I tensed up and involuntarily quivered before getting ready to blow my load. I tried to pull out of her mouth so she could watch but she wouldn't unclamp her lips. There was no choice but to blow in her mouth and so that's what I did. Bright lights exploded in my head and spams of pleasure radiated from my groin into the whole of my body. My hips bucked and I groaned as I cut loose streams of warm cum.

 

Perhaps she really believed just a few small drops were going to dribble out but I proved my point by squirting my load into her mouth very quickly. I feared Alicia would screech and quit when the flood hit her but instead she tried to swallow my sperm. I could feel her gulp madly but she couldn't keep up it. She gagged and coughed, sending the rest of my squirts onto her face and chest. When I was finished pulsing she looked up at me with a puzzled grin on her face as strands of my cum hung from her lips and chin down to my cock.

 

We were both breathing heavily and I was in complete ecstasy from the vast pleasure of my first true blow job delivered by my horny guitar teacher. I’d loved the sensation of cutting loose into something other than a towel or wad of tissue paper. She was really quite a tiger rather than just a modest high school girl. She knelt there, nude, while trying to scrape the rest of my sperm from the inside of her mouth with her tongue. A few stray drops were dripping from her boobs onto her belly.

 

After a moment, she asked "Does that much always come out?" and I nodded to her wearily. She smiled back at me and squeezed my sagging boner with her right hand, giggling as more jizz spilled out. She worked it between her fingers muttering “That was so cool” as she surveyed the mess on her boobs, her hands around my deflating cock.

 

We got up and used the guestroom sink to clean ourselves up with warm water and paper towels. It felt odd for both of us to be standing together naked in front of the bathroom mirror like a couple who’d been married for years. We didn’t have much time for modesty, though, because my mother might arrive at any moment. She cleaned my sperm off her chin, as if such events were commonplace, before checking the mirror to make sure there were no stray strands hanging from her hair. Finally, we inspected the couch to make sure there were no stains or wetness where I’d cum. By this time my cock had completely softened and was dangling to and fro as we replaced our clothing and confirmed there was no visible evidence of our fun.

 

 

I am bi-sexual myself". I figured she was but never said anything. Any way she got closer as we were both sitting on the sofa and she asked me if I wanted to do anything. I said "what do you have in mind?" and she said "well why dont we go to the bedroom and see what happens". I said "Okay" and then we got up and she led me to her room and we undressed each other and kissed. Then we both got on the bed and began kissing and feeling of each other. She then looked me in the eyes as she kissed her way down my body until she got to my spread open legs and said " I have been wanting to eat your sweet pussy since we moved in together". And I then said,"I have been day dreaming about you too".

Let me try and describe her to you. I\'ll call her Mandy for the story. Well she is about 5\'8",115lbs brown hair and eyes.She has about a 32 cup size bra size and is shaved clean around her cunt.

Okay now to continue. Mandy then parted my pussy lips with her left fingers and began licking my pussy from top to bottom and darting her tounge into my wet pussy.She then began licking and sucking on my swollen clit while she finger fucked me with her right index finger. She was pretty good, within seconds I was having an orgasm.

It was then my turn. Mandy laid down on the bed and I got between her legs after sucking her firm tits for a few minutes. I then started licking her shaven pink pussy and sucking her clit. I then finger fucked her for a few mintues while eating her juicey pussy until she cam herself.

She then asked me to fuck her with a strap on that she had. I had never used one of those before so it was a new experience for me. She helped me put it on and then she bent over the bed and told me to fuck her with it. I stood behind her and eased it in her wet cunt and began fucking my room mate. I was kind of nervous about how fast or hard to do it, but she then told me to fuck her hard as I could so, I grabed her by the hips and started slaming it all the way to the hilt. She screamed for me to fuck her harder and faster. My gawd, I thought I was going to ram it all the to her throat. This wasnt a small strap on by any means. It was about 10 to 12 inches long. Well after a few minutes she was cumming all over the strap on. She then turned around and sucked and licked her juices from it. She then said it was my turn. I said okay and said "Ive never had a cock that big before so be gentle". I laid down on the bed with my ass on the edge and spread my legs open and up in the air for her to fuck me that way. She then licked my pussy some more, then stood up and eased it into me but only about 4 inches of it. Then she grabed my legs and lifted them to her shoulders and began fucking me, deeper and deeper with every stride.It felt so good and I began to scream fuck me,fuck me harder and faster and withen a minute or so I began shaking as I cam. It really felt good even though I wouldnt let her fuck me with the whole length of it. It was good, but I still prefer the real thing. I cant make a fake cock cum and I love cum lol.

That was the firstime I had been fucked since leaving home for college. At the time I am kind of saving myself for the guy I plan on marrying or think that I will marry and he hasn\'t come along yet,well besides my dad. And I am way to scared that I might get pregnant.

Well to finish this part off, yes me and Mandy have continued our sexual exploits with each other. We have even had other girls join us from time to time in threesomes. One time this girl joined us but said her bf would have to join in,I told her that I wouldn\'t let him fuck me,but that I was okay with him joining in. Mandy and this other girl did talk me into sucking him though. Lets just say he was happy with me just giving him head.lol.

more to come......

go on a camp trip to celebrate our first year of sixth form being out of the way. We went down to Cornwall, about 10 of us, including Mel. Now with me and Mel sharing a tent, I thought it could be a difficult few nights, trying to make sure she didn’t work out how much I love her, but in the end she finally did. The first few nights went ok, but it was on the forth night when the dreams that I had had since I was 14 finally became a reality. Our tents were quite close together and it was quite a squeeze to get everybody inside them. At around midnight everyone went to bed, I followed Mel into ours about a minute after she had gone in. I zipped up the tent and turned around to see Mel in her black bra and black panties. “What you gawping at” she said in a playful manor. I was so stunned by her beauty that I didn’t know what to say, so I grabbed her and started to wrestle with her. We were very playful friends and wrestling was quite natural for us. By now I was getting very horny and I pinned her arms down on top of a sleeping bag. I laid on top of her for a couple of minutes as we both panted hard. There was silence as we gazed into each other’s eyes. I knew she could feel my boner sticking into her leg, but it didn’t bother me, I was in a trance and so was she. I could feel her pussy getting wet beneath me. I leant in and we passionately kissed for what seemed like half an hour. I sat up so I was knelt between her legs. I slowly unbuttoned my trousers and unzipped the fly. She sat up and we kissed again, but this time her hand slowly went to my boxers and she slipped it in. Her grasp on my cock made me flinch and gasp with excitement. She started to stroke it slowly. I can still remember the feel of her perfectly smooth hand slowly running up and down the length of my shaft. After about ten minutes I was so worked up, I was ready to cum, but she seemed to sense it and just before I came she rolled me off her so I lay on my back. She unclipped her bra and I finally got a glimpse of her perfect round tits and small nipples. Then her panties came off, revealing her wet and glistening, clean-shaven tight pussy. She removed my trousers and boxers as I removed my t-shirt. We were now both naked and she slowly knelt in between my legs and bowed her head down to suck on my cock. She held my cock at the base and put the head of it into her mouth. Her tongue kept flicking across it and licked all my pre-cum off. Her mouth felt warm and moist around my tool and I could feel every inch of her mouth. She lowered her head further and engulfed about five inches of my member, then her head started to bob up and down, synchronized with her hand moving up and down the lower part of my cock. I was soon whispering “Mel, I’m cumming”, but that didn’t stop her. She kept going at it until I released my load into her mouth. About eight squirts filled her mouth. I had never cum so much in my life, it was my best orgasm. Once the spasms had finished she slowed down and swallowed all I had given her. I felt dizzy, but I knew the night wasn’t over yet. She lay on her back with her knees up in the air and her legs slightly apart. I climbed into the middle of her legs and brought my face right in front of her pussy. My tongue started to lick the sweet juices that surrounded the outside of her pussy, but I soon dived in and started to fully lick her out. I could hear her moaning loudly, which gave me the incentive to go on even further. Her hands were on the back of my head, trying to force my tongue in further as she writhed with the immense pleasure. After about five minutes of this I felt her toes curl next to me and she started to pant and moan loudly until she burst. I lapped up all her juices as she panted. I then climbed on top of her, being hard again I was ready to fuck her. We kissed passionately as I aligned the head of my cock with the opening of her pussy. I slowly pushed my way in, feeling her nails dig into my back more and her legs wrap around my back tight. I felt a barrier and pushed through it, breaking her cherry. She flinched and screamed silently. It was only until two minutes after this that she was ready for me to start thrusting. I start slowly at first, but as the pain in her eyes was filtered away slowly to be replaced by immense pleasure I started to pick up the pace until I was ramming my cock in and out of her. She was now screaming with pleasure as I was moaning and panting. After about ten minutes of me pounding her pussy Mel finally said “I want you to fuck me in the arse”. I agreed with her excitedly, and so I pulled out and she went to her bag, pulled out a tub of Vaseline and got on all fours. I positioned myself behind her, got a dollop of Vaseline and filled her crack with it. I slowly started to finger her and managed to get two fingers in before I lubed up my cock and started to push it into her arsehole slowly, at first she was squeamish, but again, like before, I was soon ramming her hard with us both moaning in pleasure. I could feel my balls slap against her pussy with each thrust I gave her. It went on like this for about half and hour, with both of us cumming countless times. With each thrust there was a squelch and a warm feeling as streams and streams of spunk that filled her hole deep inside her. Streams of my jizz was dripping out of her arse, down to her pussy, but all the cum that came out was soon replaced by another load. I pulled out of her red raw arse and collapsed backwards in exhaustion. She curled up in my arms and we panted, dripping in sweat, but with the satisfaction of knowing that we had had our first sexual encounter with many more to come. 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