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The first time I ever went on holiday without my Mum and Dad was back in the summer of 1978 soon after I turned 19.

Trudy, my good friend and I had for some time planned and eventually convinced our parents into letting us have our first unescorted holiday together in Spain. It would be my first taste of freedom. Unlike at home we would be free to go out to all hours without curfew rather than being at home by twelve under my parents house rules. I even decided I would travel as a single, available girl, just in case something wild happened. No boyfriend at home, no guilty feelings if I met someone who met my fancy. Of course I dreamed for months that perhaps Prince Charming would sweep me off my feet. What would I do?

Living in the outskirts of London, like most young women I enjoyed going out, eating, drinking, dancing and flirting on weekends. But our holiday would be without all the challenges at home. We wouldn’t have friends watching, chaperoning, and no parents waiting at home. For my first time I would be completely free to do as I pleased as a young adult woman.

I was a rather strait-laced simple, naive small town girl going away on her first holiday. And, I was still a virgin too. But I knew it could and would happen sooner or later.

The closest I had ever been to doing it, was to let a boyfriend get his hand inside my knickers and stroke my pussy, but that was only after we had been dating for several months! I have to admit, there were plenty of boys interested in me though. But this week I would be on vacation with plans to drink, dance, flirt and tease. No restrictions.

My best friend Trudy joked excitedly on the flight southbound, engines roaring in the background as we discussed opportunity. “Who knows, it might happen if I meet the right guy.” Trudy surprised me though. “You know I’m on the pill now since last month.”

I was caught off guard mesmerized wondering if this was all intentional. Was Trudy planning to finally do it. At that moment I questioned her, “Really Trudy, do you think I should maybe have….. perhaps gone to my doctor as well?”

“Well maybe girl. Don’t you think, sooner or later you’re not going to tell a hot guy ‘please not tonight.’ I mean don’t you think sooner or later you’ll let a guy get lucky?”

“I guess, maybe.” But naively I didn’t plan for it avoiding the whole question in the months leading up to the holiday.

“Think about it. You know going all the way will happen. Maybe you’ll have sex while on holiday.” Trudy suggested. But wow. “And you know Anja there are condoms too. I guess finding some would be smart.” Trudy suggested.

“Yeah, I might get some from the hotel pharmacy.” I answered.

“But honestly, don’t you think about it happening with your ‘Prince Charming’ don’t you?” She asked.

“I guess so.” I answered.

“Well besides, you know it’s gonna happen sooner or later.” Trudy suggested.

“True, But I’m not out looking for it to happen.” I argued innocently.

“Honestly Anja. We’re alone on holiday. My mum suggested it might be smart to see a doctor when I told her we were planning a holiday in Spain. Trudy admitted.

“Really!” I answered.

“Yes, She told me. She had travelled with her best friend when my age and things happened. ‘What things happened’ I asked my mum. Mum smiled and told me.

“Trudy, put it this way….. beautiful naïve virgins don’t stay virgins forever.”

“Jeez Mum?” I answered. She whispered back, “Trudy things happen. You’re not going to be a virgin forever. You planned this holiday and I am sure there will be interest. You need to see your doctor about the pill, all right!” “Ok Mum! I told her.

I now realized figuring Trudy wasn’t at all against doing it for her first time while on holiday. Just like her mum. On the other hand that conversation never occurred between me and my mum. So I was traveling without having considered it or preparing myself for it happening.

“Well Trudy do you want to do it while on holiday?” I asked.

“Probably. I’m going to have sex sooner or later when I meet a nice guy. I’m ready to let it happen. So I think it might finally happen this week. What about you?” She asked.

“I dunno. I mean most guys our age want it so I guess it could happen.” I confided.

“Then where going have an interesting holiday?” She asked.

“I guess, maybe, we’ll see, I dunno.” I answered feeling a moistness in my panties just from talking ’bout doing it.

We arrived Thursday just after noon. After getting settled in, we had dinner before going out for an evening walk along the beach boardwalk. Two guys, came up and started chatting us up. I wasn’t quite ready to be picked up just like that. Despite their offer to go for drinks we decided before dinner we would call it an early night being a bit tired from the early morning travel.

Given the discussions onboard I figured I likely would be approached by guys looking for action while on holiday. Unlike in my normal home routine everything here seemed şerifali escort to revolve around singles hooking up while away on holiday. I then decided it wise to pop into the resort shop and discreetly I bought a box of condoms like discussed just in case something did happen.

The next morning we had breakfast before beach time just as planned. I was a bit surprised when I walked into the hotel lobby that afternoon and found Trudy talking to the same two men we met the night before.

Trudy told me a few moments later that it turned out they were actually staying at the same resort as us. It would be their last night and they suggested we join them for some drinks later. The way she looked at me told me that she was interested. So I agreed we could meet them for a double date after dinner at around eight.

It was Friday and after a hot day on the beach I got myself ready for a night of partying. It was quite warm so I chose a light short summer skirt and a light button down blouse. With my pumps, makeup, jewelry, and little undies I felt quite good about myself. I was dressed perfectly for a night of hopefully free drinks from our dates. I was good and prepared for some serious partying.

After dinner, as planned, we headed to the hotel bar. Trudy and I found a Table, had a cocktail together before the men joined us. When they finally arrived I quickly knew Trudy was enjoying, focused on Tony. She had quite obviously clicked with him. They were a little older than us both 23. But we were now 19. Old enough to travel, drink and go out and party as young adults.

It definitely crossed my mind. Was Trudy considering having sex with Tony? He was the better looking of the two. Somehow in my dreams I had always got the better looking man, so the tables were turned. I felt that I’d been left with the consolation prize Dave, but that wasn’t too bad. He wasn’t bad looking and was reasonably amusing. He asked me what I did for work, my career plans and what I thought of the hotel, the resort. I frowned and explained they’d messed our room around. In what way he asked. “Well it’s our first holiday without family. We booked a twin, but they gave us two small single rooms instead.”

“Isn’t that for some perspectives better, more private?” he asked.

“Girls like time together to gossip and such. Anyway at least they’re connecting” I replied, “But they’re poky little rooms stuck right up on the top floor.”

We had another drink in the hotel bar and then Tony suggested a walk down the boardwalk to a club. Tony and Trudy led the way with their arms round each other, and Dave and I followed. We chatted, but likely to Dave’s disappointment I kept my distance. He mentioned I was very beautiful and complimented my cute outfit but as always with new dates I was a little shy and resistant.

After several more drinks and playful dancing at the club I was getting a little tipsy. It was approaching closing time so we all agreed to start walking back for another drink at the hotel bar. By now I’d mellowed a bit (probably a lot because of all the drinks) and I didn’t resist Dave putting his arm round me.

Trudy and Tony were in front leading the way. The stopped and started to kiss. “Look at them!” I said to Dave. His only reply was to pull me tight and kiss me too. I didn’t resist and in fact after a little I felt a familiar moistening in my knickers that sometimes happened when kissing. Some people were approaching, so we briefly stopped. They passed before Dave pulled me close kissing me again, I could feel his stiffness against my leg.

Eventually we continued back to the hotel. We had that drink in the hotel bar with Trudy deep in conversation with Tony. She was smiling and laughing, obviously very taken with him. Soon afterwards went together to the loo. She told me Tony wanted to see her room she’d been grumbling about. But she giggled nervously telling me she didn’t want to go to her room alone with Tony and would only go upstairs if I came along too.

I shrugged and said “Well ok” wondering but not asking if she was considering alone time with Tony. So off we went holding hands.

The lads looked at our rooms. Both said the adjoining rooms were OK and not near as bad as we had made out with nice views of the pool below. With the four of us together in my room Tony took Trudy by the hand and said “Common Trudy, let’s take another look at your room.” She looked back at me innocently nervous then he pulled her through the connecting door and shut it behind her separating ourselves. Suddenly we were two couples alone in our rooms with our dates.

I was a little hesitant being alone with Dave in my room but Trudy was close by, even if she was alone with Tony in her room. I guess with nowhere else to go I innocently sat on my bed and Dave quickly followed. Rather reluctantly, I was there and of course he pulled me in for a kiss. His hands wrapped me tight pulling me close.

Soon, not surprisingly with kavacık escort a kiss his hands found my breasts. I let him do that, it was actually very nice. Then he caught me a little by surprise progressively undoing the buttons on my blouse one by one as we kissed. I protested lightly as he released my bra clasp, but it did feel nice when his warm hands began fondling my perk little titties. I guess I didn’t really try too hard to stop him. This guy was putting all the moves on and it didn’t help that we were alone in my room after a night of heavy drinking.

The next, rather predictable move was his hand on the inside of my bare knee ready for the predictable journey up my leg. I had no intention of letting him do that. We had just met and I didn’t even know him. I took hold of his wrist and held his hand where it was. I was a little challenged being alone with a man in my room. Obviously I was with a suitor who wanted to play. Persistently he kept trying. We kissed as he stroked my boobs wth one hand and the inside of my leg with the other trying to get his hand up my skirt. But I was strong not letting him get near my knickers.

Eventually, tired with this wrestling match I used the Trudy excuse to slow things down. “We need to check on Trudy.”

“Oh I’m quite sure they’re busy.” Dave answered unapologetically. “We should leave them be.” With that he again kissed me trying to get his hand further up my skirt.

Since I started dating I had gotten used to, or should I say accustomed to sexual aggressiveness. I sometimes even enjoyed the chase. It was always a bit of a challenge though. It seemed most men were more interested in seeing how far I would let them go rather than me as a person. There always seemed to be that male ultimate desire present. It was a repeating game of progression. Always, of course, kissing first before pressing on. Then fondling my boobs before going for more. When wearing pants the chase was more controllable, easier to stroke my legs even my pussy but without any way to get to my knickers. And a side zipper made it clear things would not progress. If I wore a skirt or dress on my third or fourth date getting to my knickers would always be the objective. Dates would push hoping to score and I would chose how far or successful they might be getting. Honestly, I wasn’t at all naive and innocent having willingly stroked several dates cock’s while getting my pussy stroked. I had given hand-jobs even getting spunk on my boobs more than once. I had even given blow-jobs several times but had never let a date fuck me. Regardless, I was a 19 year old virgin on holiday having been mostly a good girl resisting the temptation of letting a suitor have his way.

I separated myself from Dave quickly standing then straightened myself out. I pulled my skirt back into place and rebuttoned my blouse without reclasping my brassiere. I was pretty well proper again.

Before looking to check in on Trudy I glanced back at an obviously frustrated Dave while approaching the connecting door. Slowly, quietly, I opening it not really considering what I might find. I was caught off guard. Honestly I was totally amazed and dumbstruck. Trudy lay on her bed, on her back, her eyes shut tight, her mouth open in a perfect O. Her skirt on the floor. Her knickers hanging from her ankle, her knees raised high outside his hips. Tony was on top nailing her. His bare backside rising, then falling, rising then falling. Tony was having his way with Trudy. She had given in to temptation, no longer saying “not tonight” to a suitor. She was getting laid on our second night on holiday!

I stood by the door watching the show in a bewildered awe. I was a little amazed that my friend Trudy had so quickly chosen to do it. Okay, I knew she had gotten on the pill before going on holiday. But jeez, that didn’t take too long. I guess she just wanted to, needed to cross that line.

Frozen in place I watching amazed. Dave, from behind gently put his hands on my hips and whispered “Let’s leave them be.” He reached around me quietly shutting the door separating the rooms once again. “Quite the show Anja. Don’t you think?”

I nodded knowing we were alone again. Dave spun me around, pulled me tight and kissed me confidently. Honestly, I was lost suddenly realizing my holiday was not going to be what I had thought. Totally in a numb fog having seen my best friend Trudy fucking, I figured Dave, was surely hoping to get from me what Tony was enjoying with Trudy.

I found myself circling back to my bed to again play that ‘will she or won’t she’ game. He was quickly aggressively going for it. First kissing, which I enjoy, before making his move undoing the buttons on my blouse again, one by one. Quickly claiming what he already had won.

Knowing the tempting game I didn’t stop the chase. Not yet. I found myself sitting on the bed again with an obvious interested suitor. His warm hands quickly found my boobs inside my blouse, shall I admit, caddebostan escort felt nice once again. After a bit kissing his hand found my bare leg just above my knee. Having seen Trudy doing it I was thinking about sex questioning what would soon follow with my raised excitement. Honestly, after the Trudy and Tony sex show and being aggressively man-handled by Dave I was a little, maybe not a little. I was quite warm.

As always when alone with a man I had to make my decision just how far I would let him go. Like before on dates with aggressive boys I was heated up and more than a little wet. But that didn’t mean I would let my suitor have his way. But after more long sensual kisses. I guess. I started to melt, weaken, give in just a little. I consciously, shall I say, let Dave push my knees slightly apart, just a little. With our next long deep kiss Dave’s hand slowly worked up along the inside of my leg. I knew what he wanted. Honestly, not the first horny male alone with me wanting to get to my knickers. But this time, unlike earlier, I didn’t stop him from moving further up my skirt. He was the third boy successfully getting his hand to my knickers, reaching, finding what he wanted, pussy.

Without hesitation Dave started stroking my knickers enjoying my innocent cunt. I didn’t resist too much as things continued heating up. Oh we kissed. I didn’t stop him. I was being seduced and I knew it. He then brazenly took the next step tugging at my knickers. He knew what he wanted, I knew it too. Decision time had arrived.

The question remained, would I deliver and be a willing cunt just like Trudy? Would Dave get lucky? I was on holiday and sex was in the air. I caved not stopping him. I raised my bottom letting him pull my knickers down.

Now deep in the chase game I was in new territory. I was alone in my room with an aggressive male. I soon discovered he conveniently didn’t bother to wear underwear tonight. No doubt hoping to get lucky with some willing tart, me. He unzipped then pushed his trousers lower exposing his stiff cock. After losing his pants he brought my right hand to his cock. I did my part stroking it. Not the first cock I stroked having done that several times with dates.

After several minutes of more passionate kissing, fondling and such. He was teasing and fingering my pussy while I stroked his big stiff cock, making it even harder, bigger preparing him for the next phase. I was really wet and honestly super excited. Was I caving like a sex starved slut? I asked myself again, Would I suck it or even maybe let him go all the way? I didn’t answer knowing I would have to decide soon. It would be either say “no” or let him have his way.

Dave continued working me, bringing me slowly closer to what he wanted. It wasn’t long before Dave had me on my back just like Trudy. He moved into position with his body pressing against me. The chance to say “no” had passed. I would let him have his way.

I had never experienced a male on top before. Dave was ready to do me and honestly, I was waiting for it. With my blouse open, my skirt loose, my knickers off and Dave between my knees I realized that soon, just like Trudy I would be getting fucked.

I considered the box of condoms in my purse, “Dave, there’s a safe in my purse, please.” I asked, but either he didn’t listen or he was just ignoring the ask.

Dave continued. Being persistent he lifted my knees and pushed them apart. I understood what he was doing. My legs would need to be spread wide if it was going to happen. He was doing his thing working me into position. He lifted my raised knees around his waist with his hardness suddenly there touching, tracing, teasing my pussy lips. It was intense. He was ready, eager for the fuck.

I had enough nervousness and concern to repeat, “Dave, please, we need to grab the condom.” I realized he was focused on one thing. Getting his cock into me. And seriously, grabbing protection apparently wasn’t in his plans. That was quite obvious now. Like his friend with Trudy he was wanting and ready to have his bare cock somewhere wet and warm, meaning in my cunt.

Immediately after asking him to use protection he began introducing his cock to my innocent cunt. I nervously knew this was going to be it. My first time. There at my moist excited lips he moved his cock along my sex. My eyes shut I waited with his cock there. I moaned softly as I felt his hardness there ready to begin its journey.

I thought to myself, the fucking condom’s in my purse! But I couldn’t find the way to mention it again. The whole seduction chase was so deliberate with his cock right there. Now that it was about to happen I wanted to ask again but I only whispered, “Please go slow, be gentle. You’re my first.” Was all I could get out.

“Really, an innocent virgin? No way Anja! I figured a gorgeous sexy broad like you would be experienced.” Then after a pause he added. “I’m gonna really enjoy this!”

I blinked then nodded looking up into his eyes. I had been successfully captured and was about to experience sex for the first time.

After a short pause he whispered. “Listen Anja we’re doing it no condom. Okay! Its so much better.” He answered as he started working his baby maker into me. I couldn’t speak, I just nodded. All I knew was I was getting fucked. He was going for it and I was overwhelmed.

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*** Authors Note: Any similarity to real persons or places described within this story is probably not an accident, although I’ve made the effort not to expose anybody too much. The story circulates around a girl I met once, who told me some of her story. I will always regret not having spent more time with her. Enjoy & please leave your comments, good or bad! ***

*****

I felt my body a long time before I opened my eyes. I was sore all over and I smelled. Not necessarily bad, but a strong odour of sweat and other… stuff. I felt his skin against my back, his breath soft against my ear. I had to take a moment to recall where I was and how I got here. Overwhelming and contradictory thoughts washed over me then.

Shame then desire and followed by an unbelievingly strong wave of happiness. I had done it. I had fucked a guy and it was awesome! At the beginning of this week, there was no way could you ever have convinced me that my first lover would be a guy maybe 15 years older than me AND the strange, aloof guy all the girls at the pub talked about to boot.

Conor.

Apart from being curious about his rather unique presence at the pub I worked at, and intrigued by his highly guarded personality, there was no way known I should have wanted to jump into his bed so quickly. And he’s never shown any interest in any of the girls at the pub or some of the more, shall we say “friendly”, female patrons either. I know a few of them would drop their panties at his smouldering glance or good looks alone, personality or none.

I opened my eyes and let them wander around the part of the room I could see. The door to his room was straight in front of me, wide open. I could see a landing that stretched along to the top of a staircase we must have walked up last night, with only a couple of doors on either side. From what I could see, his room was large, with an open door some metres from the foot of the bed that looked like it led into a bathroom or walk in closet perhaps. Behind me pre-dawn light entered the room and flickered slightly with a breath of cool air, like it was making its way through some gauzy curtains.

I lay there for some minutes taking it all in. I could tell from his breathing that he was still in a deep sleep. Part of me wanted to turn over and kiss him awake and make him do those things to me that he did last night. The rest of me wanted to grab my clothes together and get the hell down those stairs at the end of the landing, ‘quik stix’!

Then I realised the urgent pressing on my bladder would allow me to do neither. I gently lifted his hand that was resting on my hip and rolled away from him, somewhat awkwardly until my knees rested on the floor and I turned to face him. He was still asleep, his face on the same pillow that showed the impression of where my head had been. His body slightly turned into the bed with one thigh pushed slightly forward where it had been pressing against my butt. And his penis. Hard. “Oh my god” I thought to myself. I had just seen my first morning wood. I stifled a sigh as I thought to myself “So many firsts!”

First time anybody has gone down on me, fucked me. First time I have woken up in a guy’s bed, with him still in it that is. Now my first morning erection. I slowly leaned forward over the bed to get a closer look. Although, obviously, I’m no expert in penises, this one looked beautiful to me. He obviously kept his pubic hair closely trimmed, making the viewing all the easier. Maybe 6 inches, though I couldn’t see the whole length to judge accurately and the end round and shiny and frosted in little flakes of what could only be the dried juices of his cum mixed with my plentiful vaginal fluids. I should have been a bit grossed out by that thought, but part of me just wanted to lean forward and wrap my lips around him and suck him awake.

I sighed as once again my need to pee brought me out of my moment and I quietly padded over to the open door at the bottom of the bed. As I suspected, it led into what could be called a bathroom. Compared to where I lived with Kelly, it could also almost be called an apartment by itself. There was a huge iron claw bath in one corner adjacent to a non-enclosed walk in shower that looked like it could entertain several people at once if needed. Between this and the other end of the room was a long and twin set vanity counter with matching and opposed toilets. A couple of changing benches completed the setup and sat next to an open entrance to another room lined wall to wall with dark hanging suits and shelves of various clothing items.

Instead, I turned around again and looked at Conor and his bedroom. What I couldn’t take in before from my position on the bed and didn’t notice when my eyes were glued to his dick, was the part of his room that lay behind him. It stretched out several metres though a small lounge area and past a huge antique desk to an open set of French doors, covered with lacy curtains that fluttered slightly in kozyatağı escort the breeze that struggled through them along with the soft early light.

I fought against my curious need to find out what was outside those open doors and turned back towards the bathroom and my now urgent need to pee. As I set my arse down on one of the 2 toilets sitting either side of the long vanity counter, I started to re-assess Conor and what world he came into my life from. My limited memories from last night getting out of the taxi included an expensive looking 3 story sandstone period home set quite close to the curbside with little inkling of what may lay behind. The quick trip from the front door up 2 turn-back sets of stairs revealed only several closed doors on the second floor until they reached his room. For the most part, my eyes had been focussed on his back and what was probably about to occur instead of the insides of his house.

The 2 long and high windows along the wall behind the vanity and the toilet I was sitting on were frosted and gave no indication of what lay outside. But the sheer length of this room and Conor’s bedroom outside hinted at what must be the size of this house stretching back towards what must be the harbour beyond, given the street the taxi had dropped us on.

“Who is this guy?” I suddenly thought. This was clearly the master suite of the house, being on the top floor. Even renting a house like this would probably be more than what she should expect to earn even years into the career I was hoping to develop. And then I started to get angry.

My inner mind whispered again to me. “There’s no way this guy is interested in a 20-year-old girl like you, for anything more than sex. He’s definitely picked you up for a quick fuck and you are out of here as soon as he wakes up!”

I lowered my head into my hands then and suddenly felt so stupid. While I hadn’t set out to develop any feelings for Conor, I had rushed headlong into sharing his fantasy by cruising around with no underwear from my apartment to Halligans, wearing a dress that might have made that fact obvious to any more than the casual observer. This culminated by me somewhat publicly exposing everything I had to offer Conor in the place that I worked, risking both my job and my self-esteem. I realised suddenly that I had somehow thought this guy really liked me and I had been overwhelmed by lust and was willing to do anything to climb into his world and please his private pleasures. And then I had let him take the most precious gift I had to offer.

“I’m such a fuck-knuckle!” I thought to myself once I had finished mentally walking through yesterday to the point we arrived at the front of his house and deliberately avoiding moving on to thinking about what had followed.

I had long since finished emptying my bladder and after completing my assessment of how I had got myself into this situation, I put my mind to what to do about it. First things first, I sighed. I had to get out of here. There was no way I was leaving the house looking like I probably did and certainly smelling the way I did. I noticed a dark grey business shirt lying on one of the changing benches, probably discarded by Conor the day before and after wiping between my thighs, I made my way over to it and slipped it over my head. It was overly large on me and reached down to the top of my thighs, providing at least some modesty. The last thing I wanted was for anyone to see me naked right now.

I tip-toed out to the main bedroom and picked up my dress, sandals and bag from the floor where they had been discarded one by one the previous night. With a final glance at Conor, still fast asleep on the bed, I made my way out to the landing and down the stairs to the 2nd floor landing. Apart from a couple of closed doors, there was also a single open door that revealed a large bathroom which I stepped into, gently closing the door shut behind me. I quickly shed Conor’s shirt and stepped into the shower, turning the cold tap on full and rinsing myself off from top to bottom, spending most of my time between my thighs. I felt my anger start to rise as I realised how sensitive I still was and started to find myself rubbing harder and longer than was necessary just for hygiene reasons. Cursing inwardly again I shut off the shower and grabbed a fresh towel from a pile sitting on a bench adjacent to the shower cubicle.

As I started to dry myself my eyes met my reflection in a floor length changing mirror standing at the other end of the room. I dropped the towel to the floor and my eyes flowed slowly from my water darkened auburn hair sitting flat around my shoulders, to my breasts, to the curled hair between my thighs. I didn’t look any different to yesterday, but somehow I felt like a completely different person. How could things change so much, so quickly?

I tore my eyes away from the mirror and picked up my dress to slip it erenköy escort over my head. The feeling of no underwear had turned me on so much yesterday, but now I found myself wondering how I could possibly get from here to my apartment without anyone noticing how exposed I was? I could clearly see the slightly darker shade of my nipples, hard from the cold shower, pressing against the light material of the dress. I’m sure if the dress was struck by sunlight from just the right angle, one would be able to make out the dark patch of hair between my thighs, or the curve of my butt cheeks leading to the gap between.

With a final sigh, I slipped on my sandals and looped the strap of my handbag over my shoulder. “Just 10 or 15 minutes of shame and you are home and safe!” I told myself. With a final look in the mirror and a flick of my wet hair over the top of the neck of my dress I turned to open the door and suddenly found myself staring straight into the face of a woman standing leaning against the landing railing on the other side of the door. A flicker of my memory banks and I recognised her. The woman we’d seen with Conor at Halligans only once or twice.

“Hi.” She said. Then with a quick glance down to my feet, taking in the bag over my shoulder: “Um, leaving us so soon?”

Oh shit! I thought. “I’m sorry, I thought…I mean I assumed that Conor lived alone.”

“Really? Well that would explain why you would think to use my bathroom without asking. But the fact you didn’t use Conor’s shower and you look like you couldn’t get the hell out of this house fast enough probably tells me the rest of the story accurately enough. “Are you usually the kind of girl who fucks and leaves without saying goodbye?”

She looked really pissed now. I suddenly realised how pretty she was, despite the sour look on her face. She had shortish brown hair pulled up into a ponytail and was wearing only a long sleeveless sleeping shirt which stretched only to the tops of her thighs.

“I’d have thought that after what I heard coming out of your mouth last night, Conor had locked you in for life. Seems like you put on a pretty good show in the sack then.”

I felt myself blush deeply and couldn’t look into her eyes at all. I looked down at the floor and felt the tears start to well up again in my eyes.

“It’s not like that at all! I just…” I couldn’t find the words to finish the sentence. How could I explain anything enough to this woman to make her understand, despite what she obviously thought of me. My sentence cut off with a sob and I looked back up at her eyes.

Her face softened then and said to me “I think you and I had better go put the kettle on and have a wee chinwag eh?”

I looked down at the floor again and over towards the stairs and the path to escape behind her. Talking to anyone right now was the last thing I wanted, especially some strange woman that evidently shared Conor’s house and God knows what else with him. I had a feeling there was no way this woman was going to let me go easily and the thought of her waking Conor or being stuck at a possibly deadlocked front door suddenly scared the shit out of me.

“Sure. Yeah, OK.” I said reluctantly. She turned away and with a brief statement of “This way” proceeded to lead me around the landing, down the stairs and back through a long narrow hallway away from the beckoning front door. Heading towards the back of the house, I took in 2 wide openings revealing a couple of formal looking sitting rooms before opening onto a huge modern open living room & kitchen at the back of the house. The entire back wall of the ground floor was a currently open set of sliding doors that exposed a view over the top of a back deck, infinity pool and out to an expanse of Sydney Harbour beyond. I stopped in my tracks and my jaw dropped at the view.

“Um, hello! Coffee or tea?” I jolted at the raised voice of Conor’s housemate and slowly tore my eyes away from expanse opened in front of me. “or Vodka maybe?” She added with a chuckle as she took in the look on my face.

She was standing over a sink in the kitchen which stretched along one side of this open room, with a cordless kettle swinging suggestively in one hand. “Oh. Tea please, I mumbled. Black, no sugar.”

She turned back to filling up the kettle as I found myself wandering out through the opening towards the deck and pool beyond. As I cleared the covered portion of the deck I turned around and looked back up at the rear of the upper stories of the house behind me. Both floors had decks built at the rear of the bedroom areas, the top floor no doubt being where the French doors in Conor’s room led out onto. I briefly kicked myself at not having had a quick look out those doors before I snuck out of his room. “The view from up there must be out of this world” I thought.

I turned my head back to the harbour and the view. The vista from here stretched out towards Cockatoo harem escort Island and the Parramatta River beyond, still barely waking with the dawn light from the east behind me. I could see over to Balmain and Hunters Hill, left and right respectively and immediately below and slightly to the right, a ferry was pulling into Greenwich pier. A lone businessman waited patiently for it to dock, no doubt looking for an early start to the day. A path led around the pool and down a steep flight of stairs to a small boat house at the bottom of a low cliff that formed the back of the property. “Holy shit!” I thought again to myself.

“Here you go. Black, no sugar.” The woman was holding out a mug clasped between top and bottom with the handle towards me. She held a similar mug in her own hand. “I’m an instant coffee kind of gal myself” she followed up with a guarded smile.

“Um, thanks” I said, taking the cup and following her as she led the way along the path that led around the pool and down towards the boathouse. As we reached the top of the stairs heading downwards, a small, cantilevered deck area revealed itself, hidden and shaded by an overhang of bushy paperbark trees that grew up the side of the steep rear of the property. Here she sat down on a small secluded bench seat that almost looked purposely created for the awkward chat that was no doubt about to follow.

“When I first met Conor, I thought he was an absolute cunt.” She almost whispered this and I found myself wanting to ask her to say it again to make sure I had heard it correctly. Then with barely a pause and staring straight into my eyes, now fixed to hers, she followed up. “Nowadays I think that I would almost literally kill anyone I thought was out to cause him pain.” She paused then as she appeared to be garnering my reaction and indicating with a pat of her hand for me to sit down next to her. At first I felt fear as I took the proffered space on the bench.

Was this some kind of bunny boiler sitting next to me in a place completely hidden from the view of the rest of the world? Then, as I saw her face soften and her eyes well up with tears, I realised she was exposing some pain of her own to me.

She looked back out towards the low hanging moon, barely visible now as it settled towards the diminishing darkness of the post dawn light over the Parramatta River. “In the 3 years I have lived here with Conor, I have never seen him bring a woman home. Never. Then she turned to me again.

“So, you want to tell me how you got into his bed and why you were going to sneak away without saying goodbye?”

I whispered a reply. “How do you know I was sneaking away? Maybe I just didn’t want to wake him up?”

She snorted then. “Bullshit.

“I don’t think anyone really knows Conor, but of anyone I probably know his nature best. If he knew you were leaving early he’d have been up with breakfast ready and certainly fresh clothes to wear. I don’t mean to be rude, but whatever went on while you were wearing that dress last night has kind of stuck to it.” She said the last bit of that holding her nose with the resulting nasally twang to her voice.

“Either you had no intentions of last night being more than one night or you freaked out this morning for some other reason.” She turned her gaze back towards the west and spoke on.

“When I first heard you guys last night I was really, really angry. I thought that some gold-digger had finally gotten her claws into him and into his bed. Then I heard what went on after that and…”

“Wait a minute. Were you spying on us?” I interrupted, suddenly angered by this woman and what sounded like was about to start getting into my deeply private space.

“Well, it is a big house but the distance between my open door and Conor’s open door is just meters. I couldn’t help but overhear. Once it started, I couldn’t bring myself to close my door. I wanted, no I NEEDED to know what was going on.” She blushed then, intensely. Her pale face reddened such that the shade of her face almost darkened to match that of her light brown hair. She looked down at her feet and continued “You don’t understand how much Conor means to me and how much I want to know he is safe from those who would do him ill”.

Just as suddenly as her blush appeared she looked back up at me and rushed out the next line that nearly floored me and made me feel desperately ashamed all at the same time.

“Please know that Conor is the sweetest and most vulnerable man I have ever known. I heard him whisper your name at the end last night. Whatever you were planning or thinking when you ran into me, you should know that I think he is really into you and at the very least you owe him a goodbye.” She paused again for a minute.

“I don’t know what it would do to him if he realised you were only in it for a quick fuck.”

“Says! What the fuck?”

We both turned around suddenly as we realised that Conor had appeared behind us where the path reached the stop of the stairs dressed in black boxers and a dark grey singlet and was standing with his arms crossed looking at us with a look of absolute fury on his face. Oh, shit. How much had he heard? What was he thinking about me just now, almost at the same time as my fucked up behaviour this morning was starting to dawn on me.

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She had me in a passionate embrace before I realised what was happening. I felt so turned on, excited, nervous, even frightened, and of course, wet!

I was married at 20, a vanilla monogamy of over 30 years. He was the only guy I had ever been intimate with. My only other sexual contact had been a one off with my female best friend just before my 19th birthday, but that story is for another day.

Married to a devout Catholic meant little more than a quicky, once a week on Saturday night, three times a month. Nothing but flat on my back with legs open while he relieved his cock inside me, but only when it was safe, and clean! There was no other birth control in a good catholic marriage.

Although not a Catholic myself, my parents were religious and sent me to a school where I was ‘convinced’ of the sin of touching myself for pleasure. Nothing changed until…….

As I reached ‘the change’, my body started to rebel against all those years of sexual numbness. I began to find urges that had always been controlled, now dominated my thoughts. I frequently found a tingle in that place no good girl should feel. My panties often developed a damp patch when that tingle occurred.

Ironically, and so frustratingly, my husband’s 5 inch ‘joy-giver’ was finding problems holding its stiffness and our once a week gradually became more like once a month, then, after a few months, dried up completely. He had lost all interest in sex, just as my needs were aflame, as my hormones swapped my fertility for lust.

Our three children were grown and leaving home during this period so my available time grew along with intensifying desires.

I should make it clear, I still love my husband deeply, our life together is good and satisfying in all aspects, apart from my sexual satisfaction.

My mind was increasingly taken up with my sexual desires. It was causing frustrations and arguments as I couldn’t clear my mind, or tell him why I was so tetchy.

I had no desire to leave him but I needed sex.

Having now overcome my guilt in touching myself, masturbation had become a daily, even several times a day activity. I had bought my first vibrator and was getting through batteries at an alarming rate.

On the Monday morning in question, I had gone shopping soon after hubby had left for work. A small nearby town with one pedestrianised shopping street. (In the UK, town centre roads are often closed to traffic, paved over and hence ‘pedestrianised’). Whilst shopping for lingerie to feel good in, I found the urge to play between my legs so found the shop toilets and settled into a cubicle for a little relief.

Biting my lip to stop me vocalising my feelings as my fingers ploughed between my wet and swollen labia.

Now relieved, I sucked my fingers clean, before straightening my clothes. My knickers were rather sticky so I slipped them into my bag, washed my hands and finished yakacık escort the shopping a little more focused on the task in hand. The cool air flowing up my legs from my knee length leather skirt felt so awakening.

Do you ever feel more drawn to look at a guy’s crotch than his face? I found myself looking for those tell-tale bulges rather than a smiling face as I walked, very aware of my nakedness under my skirt.

Walking out of town towards my car, the lady a few steps ahead of me dropped one of her bags, it looked like a strap snapped. Her shopping spilled out. It’s something I always fear happening to me when I am heavily laden, so I went to her and helped her pick things up. I had several bags with not much in so rearranged my shopping and freed up a shopping bag for her.

She was very grateful, and it made me feel good. She was about my age, blonde shoulder length hair pulled into a high ponytail. She had strong features, high cheek bones, a cute nose and sparkling blue eyes.

We introduced ourselves and Wendy asked if I fancied a coffee with her, as a way of thanking me. With nothing to rush home for, except my vibrator of course, I accepted. I looked around for the closest coffee shop but Wendy suggested her flat which was only a half a mile away.

“I can give you your shopping bag that way” she offered, I thought for a moment then agreed. Why not? Wendy seemed a nice person.

We walked for about ten minutes, chatting quite nicely, until we reached her place. We went up one flight of stairs to her first floor flat. She let us in and we placed the bags onto the kitchen top.

As Wendy filled the kettle she asked “What were you shopping for Jane?”

“Just some undies” I replied.

“Something sexy for your husband? I noticed your rings.”

“Not really, he won’t notice. I just fancied cheering myself up”. I thought I must sound so pathetic.

Wendy came across to me and put her hand on my arm, stroked it gently, “You poor thing, show them to me, I will appreciate seeing them.”

I felt nervous. The kettle boiled and Wendy poured the coffee. She brought the mugs over, “Let’s look at them then” she said persuasively.

I felt so embarrassed as I opened the bags. I had only known Wendy for half an hour and I was showing her my new undies. I placed them on top of the bags.

“You need to hold them up against you Jane, let me see what they will look like”.

I picked up a black lacy thong and held it on either of my hips. She said it suited my shape. Then I held up a 1/4 cup bra, followed by suspender belt, then stockings.

Wendy was stood right in front of me and we were laughing. She suddenly put her hands on my cheeks and held my face as she kissed me on my lips. Her tongue was darting, stabbing against my lips, so many years since I’d felt this, my mind ablaze.

I samandıra escort yielded and felt Wendy’s tongue enter my mouth, her hand slipped from my cheek and around to the back of my head, pulling me into her glorious kiss, her other hand moved around my waste and drew my body into hers, my hardening nipples pressed against her boobs.

She had me in a passionate embrace before I realised what was happening. I felt so turned on, excited, nervous, even frightened, and of course, wet!

Our tongues began dancing together in my mouth, our lips locked, her breath warm on my cheek from her nose. My arms finally reacted and slid around her back, hugging her as tightly as she held me.

Why had my husband never kissed me as intensely as Wendy was?

Eventually our kiss broke. Our faces stayed close, noses just touching as we stared into each other’s eyes.

She pulled my arm from behind her and grasped my hand. Wendy moved towards a door and led me behind her. Into a passage way of a few doors, then through one more door into her bedroom. The sun shone bright, but low, as it does in late autumn.

We were in the middle of the room, she pulled me to her. She slid a hand inside my black bolero jacket and held my waist. Her second hand began to ease my jacket off my shoulder as our lips met again, more tenderly now, less urgency as she had me in her spell.

Wendy was close to my 5′ 5″, our mouths lined up comfortably.

We hadn’t spoken since our lips first touched. Nothing needed to be said. Wendy wanted to seduce me and there was nothing in my body or soul that wanted to object. I had had nothing but gorgeous sensations and just wanted Wendy to keep going. I was still frightened and nervous but that was adding to the most erotic feelings I had felt since before meeting my husband more than half a lifetime ago.

Our kiss continued, exploring each other’s emotional sexuality through the sensitive touch of sealed lips and gentle tongues. Our boobs gently pressed together, squashing slightly as we breathed in, accentuated when our breaths coincided.

I realised there was a damp streak down the inner thigh of my right leg, as far my stocking top. My mind jumped back to reality. “I’ve got no knickers on” my mind screamed at me, I had removed them while shopping. Fear flashed through my mind. What would Wendy think of me if she knew!

“What’s wrong Jane?” she asked pulling back from our kiss, “You drifted away as we were kissing”. “Have I gone too far?” she asked with real care in her tone.

My mind was so muddled. Kissing Wendy was truly wonderful, I wanted to continue, BUT, I had no experience, I’m married, BUT, I long for real sexual attention and satisfaction with someone and not just my fingers. I tried to find words to reply, my mouth starting to form words then stopping.

Wendy lifted sancaktepe escort my now dropped chin until we were eye to eye. She was smiling, or was she laughing at me? I gave up trying to find words and pushed my lips against hers. My tongue forcing its way between her surprised lips. Kissing was safer than talking, and felt so beautiful, and natural now. She responded almost immediately. Raw passion had replaced the tenderness, I needed this, although I had no idea what ‘this’ would be, but kissing was wonderful for now.

The kiss broke, she moved a couple of inches back. Our eyes still totally focused on each others, afraid to blink in case the moment was lost. Two hands landed on the centre of my chest between my boobs. Wendy started undoing the top button of my blouse. I just stood there, gazing into her eyes until she undid the last of my buttons.

She eased my blouse apart and held my sides just below my bra. Her hands felt so soft against my skin. My arms fell awkwardly to my sides, “What am I meant to do now?” my mind screamed at me.

Wendy’s hands lifted to my shoulders and eased my blouse off, falling to the ground on top of my jacket. She gently caressed my shoulders as we gazed at each other. She slid a hand behind me and I felt my bra strap release, my boobs sank a little without their hammocks for support.

My breasts are not big, 36B, so still able to stay in the right part of my chest, but my nipples are larger. I breast fed three children so they were well used and even now, years later, were firm, large and extremely sensitive. I couldn’t go out braless as a blouse would brush them and ‘organ stops’ become obvious on my small boobs.

Wendy’s hands cupped my breasts, her thumbs against my aching nipples.

Her lips moved and I heard her say “Let’s undress and slip into bed, I want to enjoy you Jane.” My head moved up and down a couple of times, I had agreed without my brain engaging.

She withdrew her hands and started removing her upper clothing, tossing it to the floor around mine. I slid my bra from my shoulders exposing my boobs to sight, by which time Wendy was naked from the waist up. Wow, she was gorgeous, her boobs bigger than mine, probably a C cup, bouncing a little as she reached for her skirt zip.

I was playing catch up, her skirt was grounded and she had her fingers in the waistband of her knickers ready to lower them by the time my skirt slid free. Her eyes fixed on my exposed pubes and giggled as she teased “you were out on the pull then with no knickers!”

I had only ever trimmed my bush, just to keep it tidy inside my panties. My husband had never put his tongue below my waist, so thoughts of my hairs being long enough to floss his teeth never applied.

My pubes were sticky and matted from my earlier fingering and my escaping juice was obvious from my reflection in the mirror. Wendy lowered her panties to reveal a beautiful little patch of short dark pubic hair just above her swollen labia.

Wendy grabbed my hand and pulled me towards her bed, both of us still in stockings. She lifted the edge of the quilt and crawled into bed, still pulling me with her. She lowered the quilt over us as we lay facing each other.

To be continued in part two.

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Nicole Qualley.

‘Ugh! Gym sucks!’ Nicole Qualley thought as she put what she could in her locker and escaped the confining walls of her school–Sommerville House, an all-girls private college in Brisbane’s South Brisbane district.

Attending an all-girls school was bad enough, but having to walk past a Catholic all-boys school to catch her train home? The pits! The relentless teasing and innuendo she and the others who also caught a train had to endure daily as they walked past St Laurence’s College was beyond the pale.

One day, one of the morons that school called ‘young gentleman’ tried to accost her. Well, Nicole was having none of that!

“Out of the way, limp dick,” she snarled as he placed himself in front of her.

Surprised by Nicole’s vehemence, the boy backed up two paces before the heckling from his ‘roomies’ caused him to react angrily.

“Who are you to talk to me like that, you fuck ugly dyke?” The boy snapped.

“Perfect, limp dick,” Nicole responded. “Challenge your masculinity, and you immediately resort to playing the lesbian card. Listen, dickhead, just because I have no interest in your tiny wiener doesn’t mean I’m a lesbian. It’s just that I prefer dicks that are attached to real men, not some egotistical jock itch with no brain. Now, out of the way, I have a train to catch.”

“You look like that actress Margaret Qualley,” ‘limp dick’ stated. “Everyone knows that she’s a dyke.”

Surprisingly, Nicole shares Margaret’s surname, although ‘limp dick’ couldn’t have known that. A Google search failed to find any known family relation to the American actress or her more famous mother, Andie MacDowell.

“Yeah,” Nicole said sarcastically. “That’s why she’s married to a bloke.”

“Are you boys hassling this young lady?” A deep male voice asked, breaking into the confrontation. Nicole turned to see her gym teacher, Mister Cummins.

“No, Sir,” ‘limp dick’ and the others quickly denied.

“Then why are you standing in front of the woman blocking her path?” Mister Cummins asked.

“We were just talking to her, Sir,” ‘limp dick’ protested.

“Have you any idea how long I’ve been watching?” Mister Cummins enquired.

“No, sir,” ‘limp dick’ replied.

“I thought not,” Mister Cummins disgustedly added. “I’ll have your names, and believe me when I say I’ll be talking to my counterpart at this school. Now, hand your school IDs over.” Mr Cummins stood with his hand out, waiting for the boys to hand them over.

The four young men reluctantly handed their cards to the teacher, who put them on the low wall around the school, took his phone out and photographed them. “Now, walk away,” Mr Cummins commanded. “I do not care in which direction you walk away as long as it is not in the same direction as the young lady.”

Muttering, the four boys wandered off, glaring back at Nicole. Nicole hefted her school bag and made to walk off.

“Excuse me, Miss Qualley?” the young teacher called Mister Cummins said. Nicole turned to face him. “You’re catching the train?” He asked.

Nicole nodded, but when he raised an eyebrow, she explained. “I don’t like travelling home in a sweaty sports uniform, so I showered and changed before walking to catch my train.”

“If you’re doing that, aren’t you supposed to change into your regular uniform for the trip home?” Mister Cummins asked.

Technically, the teacher was correct. School policy dictated that she was supposed to remain in uniform from the moment she exited her front door until she returned. However, Nicole had exactly one uniform to go with her sports one. Wearing it to class, if she had gym that day, was permissible, as was wearing it home. But if she wanted to shower and change after her class, she was supposed to put on her regular uniform.

Nicole’s parents struggled to make ends meet. They’d sacrificed almost everything they had to send their vivacious, intimidatingly intelligent only child to a private school, hoping to give her the best chance to succeed in her goal of becoming a Supreme Court Judge. Nicole had one uniform because that was all her parents could afford. She wore it Monday and Tuesday, put it in the wash Tuesday night, wore her sports uniform to school on Wednesday, and then wore her only uniform for the last two school days.

Nicole wondered how much trouble she was in before the teacher kindly smiled and said, “I don’t think those boys will circle around and cause you any more trouble, but if you prefer to be safe, wait with me in the staffroom, and I’ll pick up what I need to take home and escort you to the station.

Nicole examined her rescuer –Middish height, around 178 cm (5ft. 10), she guessed. Slender with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Nicole estimated the teacher would weigh around 70 Kg (154 lbs). Piercing, bright blue eyes under a pronounced brow and heavy jet-black hair spikily cut and left tousled. Full lips over an already dark ‘five o’clock shadow, even though it was only a little after three p.m. He sefaköy escort wore the expected sweatpants and a clinging black T-shirt with The Sommerville House’s logo emblazoned over his heart. Mister Cummins was a favourite amongst the more forward of the girls.

Nicole thought through what she knew of the gym teacher. Head of department, she suddenly remembered. Known to be witty and charming, a stern disciplinarian, but also known to laugh and joke with his students. Looking up, Nicole met the teacher’s eyes and jumped when she realised he was grinning laconically at her inspection.

“Would you prefer to wait with me, Miss?” Mister Cummins asked.

“My name is Nicole Qualley,” Nicole answered. “I do not like to be called anything other than Nicole, and yes, I prefer to wait.”

The teacher smiled, and with his eyes sparkling with laughter, he held out his right hand, “Nick Cummins, Miss Nicole,” he said. “Pleased to make your acquaintance. My name is Nicholas, but I prefer Nick. This way, if you will?”

Nicole, surprised by her sudden acceptance of an escort, meekly followed the teacher back to Sommerville House. Realising the young woman was shy and uncertain, Nick made small talk, hoping to reassure his new acquaintance that everything was okay. He explained that he’d jumped a year during state school, had sat for his Uni entrance exams a year early, and compressed his double degree, BSc. Math and a B.Ed. Secondary from four years to three.

“How old are you?” Nicole bluntly asked, thinking he was still way too young to be a head sports coach.

Nick grinned and said, “You first, Miss Nicole.”

“I turned eighteen last week,” Nicole admitted. “I’m a high school senior, as you know, and regardless of the end-of-year exams, as long as I pass, I’ll finish high school with straight As.”

“Your parents wouldn’t allow you to jump a grade?” Nick asked.

“They thought it would be detrimental to my socialisation skills,” Nicole explained. “So instead, I sat bored through the last five school years.”

“Almost done now, though,” Nick sympathetically said as he opened the staffroom door and allowed Nicole to enter first. He swiftly gathered the papers he needed to mark and review into his satchel and swung it over his shoulder. “Let’s get out of here,” he suggested. “Before another set of ill-mannered louts cause me to use my authority to chastise them.”

“You didn’t tell me how old you are,” Nicole protested as she walked through the held open door.

“No, I didn’t,” Nick chuckled as he surreptitiously admired the tight, round bottom passing through his door.

“So, Mister Cummins,” Nicole pretended to say exasperatedly, “How old are you?” As she asked, Nicole wondered why it mattered. On her list of what she desired in a man, Nick was 1) Older than her, 2) Worldly, 3) As intelligent, if not more intelligent than her, and 4) Handsome.

There was another closely guarded requirement –5) Experienced. Nicole was a virgin and sure did not want to experience what some of her friends had — a clumsy, awkward, painful first experience. Instead, she wanted her first to be an experienced, older lover who would take her journeying on a sexual adventure.

Nicole held a deeper need, one she only admitted to herself when she gave herself personal, intimate attention –she wanted her man to be dominant. He should be confident enough to demand what he wanted from his lover and then show her how to do it. Nicole thought that Nick just might be that guy.

As the couple walked towards the nearby Southbank station, Nick refused to answer. Instead, he asked intelligent, insightful questions about Nicole’s schooling, her experiences at school, how she managed such good grades (four+ hours per night of study), and what she hoped to achieve in her life.

In turn, Nicole asked why, given Nick was so intelligent, he had ‘settled’ on being a teacher. Surely, with that much intelligence, he could have been a doctor, lawyer, or anything. Nick laughed and pointed out that, as Nicole does, he despaired at how little he was taught and the sparsity of knowledge he gained. That was when he decided the only way to change the system was from the inside.

“We’re not challenging today’s students, Nicole,” he explained. “We’re allowing mediocrity to rule. We’re so tied up on ensuring equality for everyone that we’re punishing anyone ahead of the curve. We don’t laud intelligence any more. Instead, we insult and belittle it and try to drag it down to the mean. That’s wrong! Where will the next Steve Jobs come from? What educational institution will nurture the next Spielberg? It needs to change. Mahatma Gandhi said, ‘Be the change you wish to see in the world’. Well, I’m trying to be that change.”

“Don Quixote comes to mind,” Nicole riposted.

Surprised, Nick asked, “You’ve read the book?”

Nicole nodded, “That one, plus Stranger in a Strange Land, 1984, Animal Farm, Brave New World, The Odyssey, and To Kill a Mocking beykent escort Bird.”

“All required reading for your English classes?” Nick queried, knowing they weren’t but amazed that a modern student had read so extensively of the classics.

“Only To Kill a Mocking Bird,” Nicole clarified. “The rest I read because I wanted to.”

“Why did you want to?” Nick asked as he and Nicole walked to where the Cleveland train would pull up.

“If I’m going to be a Supreme Court judge, I need the education and ability to put together a lot of brilliant briefs that become law. To write those, I’ve studied the classics so my prose will read and sound meaningful.”

Awed, Nick responded, “Good thinking and planning, Nicole.” Then he looked about. “What train are you catching?”

“The Cleveland line as far as Lindum. My pushbike is chained there, and I’ll ride that to Tingalpa, where I live.”

“Do you mind if I ride with you?” Nick asked. “I’m going to Ormiston.”

“It’s a free country,” Nicole teased as she placed her ‘Gocard’ against the automatic scanner, glad their conversation could continue.

With the delay, Nicole had missed her usual train and would be home at least thirty minutes late. Not that it mattered. Her parents had jobs, and she was an only child. Her parents wouldn’t make it home until close to six. She’d have dinner ready for everyone by then. The train Nick typically took pulled in fifteen minutes later, and they got on board.

Nick and Nicole chatted amiably together for the first part of the journey. But when the train stopped at Coorparoo, an old friend from Nicole’s state school got on. The girls squealed when they saw each other and were soon chatting about what they’d been up to since they last spoke. Nick didn’t mind because it gave him time to study the breathtaking young woman who had so suddenly swirled into his life.

‘The boy Nicole called ‘limp dick’ is right,’ Nick thought. ‘She does have a startling resemblance to Andie MacDowell’s daughter, Margaret. She’s significantly shorter, though,’ he realised. Using his mother as a guide, Nick estimated Nicole to be no more than 157 cm (5ft. 2) tall. He guessed her weight was less than 46 kg (102 lbs). Nicole’s 32B breasts were more prominent than her counterpart’s and looked big on her slender chest. However, Nicole has the same lustrous light-brown hair and blue eyes as Margaret. Plus, Nicole and Margaret share similar mouths, noses and bright white teeth. ‘Yes,’ Nick added to his musings. ‘Definitely very similar looking to Margaret Qualley.’

Nick felt his dick shift and lengthen as he watched his new, young friend. Initiating an affair with a high school student when you are a teacher is fraught with danger, especially when they were a pupil at your school. That was true even when that student was eighteen. However, Nick hadn’t felt as attracted to a woman as he felt toward Nicole since his university days. He hoped Nicole’s friend got off the train soon so he had more time to chat with Nicole.

His wish was granted at Murarrie station. Unfortunately, that left only the seldom-used Doboy station and Hemmant before the train pulled into Lindum, where Nicole would depart. Nick racked his brain, trying to think of a subject to restart their conversation. However, as was often the case in this situation, all his mind could produce was banalities about the weather or school.

But, before he could speak, Nicole turned towards him, her incongruously long legs lifting before she rested her feet on the seat across from her. “So, Gym Teacher Nick,” she teased as her eyes sought his. “You still haven’t told me how old you are.”

“No, I haven’t,” Nick confirmed before asking Nicole what she did for fun. He casually placed his hand on Nicole’s outer thigh, well below her dress’ hem. Nicole felt her heart jump and arousal flare, but she glared at him and forcefully pushed his hand off her thigh. Nick pretended nothing had happened and intently listened as Nicole described her passion, women’s softball. How she’d watched highlights of Australia’s medal-winning games at several Olympics and hoped to emulate those women and help her country win further medals.

Nicole said nothing about Nick putting his hand on her leg, but her arousal continued to grow as she remembered the thrill that raced through her body at his touch. Nicole didn’t know what she wanted. But she knew he wanted Nick to be more manly, to act more dominantly. Of course, she’d resist, rebuffing his advances, and if he were like the other boys Nicole had allowed to get this close, he’d give up, mutter about her being a dyke and storm off. Nicole hoped Nick wouldn’t give up.

However, before either could do anything about their burgeoning desire for each other, the conductor announced Lindum station, and Nicole disembarked, her thigh remembering Nick’s caress. Just before the door closed, Nick said, “Nicole?” She looked at him. “Twenty-seven,” he added as the doors closed.

Taking kayaşehir escort off the chains that held her bike to the rack, Nicole rode home in a dream. As she rode, the bicycle’s seat pressed maddeningly against her untainted entrance, and images of the young principal formed unbidden in her mind.

‘He smelled… Manly,’ her imagination filled in for her.

Getting home, Nicole raced to her bedroom, flinging her sundress, bra and panties behind her. Leaping onto the bed, she pictured Mister Nick Cummins dressed as an old-time headmaster, carrying a cane and demanding that she bend over his desk to receive her punishment. Holding a pillow over her face, Nicole screamed into it as her flickering fingers elicited an explosive orgasm from her sopping pussy.

Nicole slept briefly and dreamed of a future–a future with an anonymous lover whom she worked and raised kids as an equal with but who was undoubtedly her man in every way that implied. He would be the man, and she would serve him willingly. Until today, that man’s face had always been blurred but now resembled a certain gym teacher she’d recently masturbated to images of.

When Nicole’s mum, Erica, arrived home, she found her pretty, vivacious, screamingly intelligent daughter singing along to the earbuds in her ears as she finished cooking dinner. ‘Billie Eilish, for sure,’ Erica thought as she watched her daughter sing, swing, and smile.

Erica worried for her daughter. Eighteen, and never once had Nicole mentioned a boyfriend. Nor had she spoken of talking to a male friend. Erica wondered if her daughter was gay. It wouldn’t matter to her or her husband, Ethan if Nicole was. Erica just wanted her daughter to be happy and well-adjusted. She wondered again whether the decision she and Ethan made to hold her back was the right one. ‘Not that I can do anything about it, now,’ she thought.

After watching her daughter sway and sing for a while, Erica dropped her work bag onto the table with a loud bang, letting Nicole know she was home. At the sudden noise, Nicole spun. Spotting her mother, she smiled and pulled the buds out.

“Evening, Mother,” she said. Knowing her mother disliked being called that.

Crossing to hug her daughter, Erica facetiously growled, “I know you’re teasing me with that name, Miss. But you’re not so big or old that I can’t spank you!”

“Sorry, Mother,” Nicole teased, knowing her parents had never physically disciplined her and wouldn’t begin now.

Mother and daughter giggled and exchanged cheek kisses before Nicole turned back to mashing the potatoes. “Have you heard from Dad?” She asked.

“Yes,” Erica answered. “We chatted using our phones’ hands-free connection on my way home. He said he was just leaving, so I’d expect him here anytime soon.”

Erica moved to get glasses. She placed them and poured wine for herself and her daughter from the cask sitting on the fridge’s bottom shelf. Then, hearing her husband’s car pulling into the driveway, she brought out a can of beer and cracked it open.

Nicole watched her mother evenly, with an eyebrow raised. Money was tight in this household, and alcohol was a treat they rarely allowed themselves.

Erica smiled and said, “Wait for your father and dinner.”

Ethan picked that time to walk in, and he, too, raised an eyebrow when Erica handed him the can.

“What’s the occasion?” He cheerfully asked as he took an appreciative swig.

“During dinner,” Erica scolded. “You smell,” she told her husband. “Go and have a shower. We’ll hold dinner for you.”

Ethan works for the city council as a labourer. It is a secure job, which is why he took it, but it doesn’t pay more than the minimum wage. With his days spent labouring at cutting grass, digging trenches, filling in potholes, or whatever else his team were assigned to meant, unless it rained, Ethan returned home tired, dirty, and smelly most days. If it rained, his team got to sit around the council sheds until either it cleared or five hours passed. After five hours of rain, Ethan’s team were sent home, receiving a full day’s pay.

Ethan loved those days because it meant he could spend the afternoon with his daughter. Her intelligence and wit enthralled him, and he wished he could give her more. He didn’t realise his daughter knew he’d sacrificed everything he and her mother had in savings to send her to an exclusive private high school and how much Nicole loved and appreciated them for doing it. She would make them proud, she vowed. Then, when her career took off, she’d pay them back by buying them their longed-for around-the-world boat cruise. First class, all the way, Nicole swore.

Ethan joined his family at the dinner table only a few short minutes later. He looked at the delicious smelling lasagne his daughter had made and smiled. Yes, money was short, but pork mince was cheap, as were the sheets between the meat layers. He marvelled how, between his wife and daughter, they could eat mince between three and five times a week but never repeat a meal. His girls typically made enough for everyone’s lunches the following day.

Erica waited until everyone had plates in front of them, then picking up her glass, she said, “A toast to me.” The others looked at her, waiting to see why. Erica didn’t disappoint. “I’ve been made regional manager for South East Queensland,” she announced.

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Boy did I wander into the wrong place. I was so drunk I did not realize this was a gay club with live shows. I had been chasing pussy all evening without success and here I was watching men having gay sex.

There were two stages. One with cocksuckers and one with guys getting their asses drilled. Strangely my cock had gotten very hard.

A hot looking young man put his arm around my neck and said come with me. I thought he said cum with me lol. I followed along. We went thru a door into a large room with a full-blown orgy going on.

I brought you here to fuck you, the guy said. With that, he turned me around, and planted a kiss full on my lips inserting his tongue as he did. I responded in kind as I felt his hard cock against my abdomen. With zero homosexual experience, I was being deep kissed by a man desiring to fuck me.

Without realizing it, my clothes were being stripped off. Soon I was standing nude with the exception of my argyle socks. It was almost comical, so I lost the socks. My soon to be lover had undressed and took me back in his arms. His hard cock stabbing me in my stomach.

He bent me over as he applied lubricant to his cock and my ass. I was about to get fucked for real. Insertion was slow and easy as the head of his cock popped in. I grimaced with some pain as his cock inched in further. I never felt so full before. My super sensitive merter escort prostate was sending out waves of pleasure as it was being massaged by the big cock in my ass.

As he began plowing my ass, I heard, “Open your mouth.” I opened my mouth to speak but it was quickly filled with another big cock. I had no idea who was now skull fucking me. All I knew I was being drilled from both ends. I was like a piece of meat on a spit being roasted.

There was so much moaning in the room I could not hear myself think. So many guys being fucked. It was surreal. What a movie this would make. Probably the best grossing porno of all time with me playing a bit

part.

My mouth and ass were filled with cum causing me to spill my-cum on the floor. I had been thoroughly fucked. Before I could upright myself, a second set of cocks replaced the originals. I was being fucked for the second time. This scenario was repeated twice more before I collapsed on the floor in a pool of cum of my own making.

Then, I was stirred to conscious by hearing my mother saying, “Time to get up breakfast is ready Tommy.”

I had just had another homosexual dream. Each new dream was more realistic than the ones before. My PJs were cum stained once again. Mom must have wondered by me constantly staining my PJs with spunk, but she bağcılar escort never spoke of it.

Here I was a 21-year-old still living with his mother and having wet homosexual dreams. As far as I knew there had never been any homos in our family. I had no real experience only dreams.

I decided I needed professional help and began a search for a reputable Analyst. Since my dreams consisted of homosexuality you would think I would seek a male Analyst, but instead contacted Doctor Donna Reed for an appointment.

Doctor Reed was a psychiatrist meaning she was also an MD. After our initial interview, Doctor Reed suggested a thorough physical examination to see if there were any organic issues.

I got that exam and I mean thorough exam including checking my prostate. When she touched my prostate gland, I embarrassedly orgasmed and shot cum on her exam table. Doctor Reed smiled.

Doctor Reed concluded there was nothing organic wrong with me and decided to do a complete psycho analysis of me. She interviewed me delving deeply into my dreams. My dreams appear to come out normal. But why were they homosexual dreams when I was outwardly heterosexual. She decided to try hypnosis. I was not an easy candidate and her first attempts to put me under were unsuccessful.

Doctor Reed decided to try something halkalı escort new and untested. It was based on a theory held by the imminent Doctor Braun of the University of Munich. Doctor Braun had written a thesis where he held that people with certain sexual issues could only be hypnotize while in a state of complete sexual arousal. A theory not held by all people of science. But Doctor Reed felt it was worth a try.

Doctor Reed shed her clothes and displayed a fine set of tits and a neatly trimmed bush with a protruding clit. Doctor Braun’s theory was proven out when I went under hypnosis very quickly. Doctor Reed had aroused my heterosexual instincts making me any easy hypnosis candidate. In my state I was sporting a very hard aching boner. I was in much need of relief.

Doctor Reed quickly diagnosed my situation and sat down on my boner. As my cock entered her tight cunt, I was being transformed. It was no longer cocks I desired it was pussy. Doctor Reed was developing much needed data on her next publication as she bounced up and down on my throbbing cock. I was fucking my first pussy and loving it.

I was never a homosexual, but rather someone that was very confused. I needed a dose of reality to clear my confusion. Fucking Doctor Reed was providing that dose of reality. When I pumped my-cum in the hot twat of Doctor Reed my confusion was rapidly dissipated. Doctor Reed had worked a miracle, I was cured.

Doctor Reed became a famous author upon publication of her book titled, Solving the confusion of Homosexuality. She was a hit on all the radio and tv talk shows.

Me, I got married and am now the father of 3 with a 4th on the way. Oh yes, my homo dreams are gone.

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Babysitting for Josh and Kathy had been more lucrative than any of her other sitting gigs, they called at least twice a week and sometimes as many as five times. Josh worked away a lot and Kathy was a baker who often worked night shifts. They were thrilled when they found a sensible and dependable girl to help. The only problem was, it was seriously affecting her love-life, or total lack there-of.

At twenty-one she had been a late bloomer, in fact it had only been in the past few months she had started getting attention from guys. She had kissed a few guys, but that was it, she had never gotten near second base and she was beginning to think she never would. Being a virgin at twenty-one was not something she was happy about! She had meant to be on a date but Kathy called in a panic, she was on night duty and Josh had been held up at a site meeting, and wouldn’t be home till eleven pm.

The kids were asleep by the time she arrived at eight twenty-five, “You are an absolute life-saver Jen!” Kathy said with a quick hug before running out the door. “There’s food, bla bla, you know the drill!”

“Have a good night at work!” Jen replied with a smile.

She settled on the couch and decided not to watch tv but instead to get through some of the book she had to read for her Lit class. The End of The Affair by Graham Greene had been an unexpected hit in that semester’s reading list, she was sure she would hate it but was drawn in almost immediately. The book was set during WWII in London, and focused on a doomed love affair, she pulled the fluffy blanket from the back of the couch and lay down to read.

She came to a scene that caused a tingle between her legs, the main characters were going to have sex and were making their way upstairs, his hand rubbing her sex over her clothes. It was so subtly sexy. She tried to resist but couldn’t and slid a hand under the waistband of her jeans and knickers, quickly finding her throbbing clitoris. She closed her eyes, imagining the hands of a man on her, her fingers strummed hard on her little swollen nub. She was not teasing, she needed to come and was rubbing in earnest.

“Hey Jen I… uh… shit…” The voice felt like a gun-shot, she pulled her hand away and jumped up to find Josh standing in the doorway, hours early and very red-faced.

She burst into tears, racked with sobs, trying to grab her stuff, she just wanted to get out of there.

“I’m… sorry… I… I…” She couldn’t form the words, sobbing her heart out.

Josh walked across the room and put his arms around her, pulling her close, “Hey it’s ok, please don’t cry.” He said as he rubbed a comforting hand on her hair, “It’s ok, it’s ok.” He repeated.

It took a few minutes but Josh’s words worked, she was calming. He led her back to the couch and sat her down, she put her head in her hands, unable to meet his eye.

“Josh I am so very sorry. I was reading this book and… I’ve never done that before when I babysat, I dunno what came over me…” She trailed off.

“Don’t worry, it happens…” He replied.

“I’m mortified, I could die of shame right now!” She said, sneaking a sideways glance at him before quickly burying her head in her hands.

“Listen, it was a bit of a shock and it would probably be best if you didn’t do it when you’re babysitting, in case one of the kids were to wake and come down. But it’s not the end of the world, do you know how many times I’ve been caught?” He asked, reaching an arm around her shoulder, physically reassuring her.

“You’ve been caught?” She asked, looking back up at him.

“When I was at college, çapa escort I got caught by my roommate, more than once, my coach caught me in the shower after a game… you don’t need to feel embarrassed.” He answered with a smile, rubbing his hand on her shoulder.

“Thank you for being so kind about it.” She smiled weakly. “I’m sure you want to rip your eyeballs out.” She added, trying to lighten things.

“Uh no, on the contrary, I’m kinda sorry I opened my big mouth before I saw what you were doing!” He said, grinning, causing Jen’s face to redden again.

“You’d have watched?” She asked in a barely audible whisper, her pussy throbbed in reaction to his words.

“I probably shouldn’t admit to that, but fuck yes. That’s the hottest thing I’ve seen in… years!” He let his finger trail from her shoulder to her collarbone and back.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better!” She said.

“There’s a tent in my trousers to prove I’m telling the truth!” He glanced down towards his crotch and her eyes followed, settling on his erection.

“I’ve never been this close to an erection before.” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.

“What?” He exclaimed, clearly shocked.

“I can’t believe I just said that, honestly, I don’t know what has come over me.” The blush was now extending to her neck and ears.

“Jen, are you a virgin?” Josh asked cautiously.

“Yep, never even been to second base.” Her answer was more candid than she had intended.

“No wonder you… well, you must be really horny!” His hand explored her arm as he spoke.

“Yeah, I think you’ve seen just how horny I am.” Her tone was lighter than it had been and he wondered if she was flirting with him.

“Have you been saving yourself?” He asked, his cock straining against his pants.

“Not really, I guess I was holding out for someone who knew what they were doing… but then it just never happened and now I’m twenty-one and it’s just embarrassing now.” She looked away.

He took her chin and lifted it so she was looking at him again. “You are a very beautiful girl, you have no idea how many men would dream of being with you, of taking your virginity.” He watched intently, looking for any sign she wanted him to push further. She put a hand on his thigh.

“Thanks Josh, that’s really kind of you.” She cooed, gazing up at him.

He leaned down and kissed her very softly, moving from her lips to her neck and eliciting an immediate response. Her breath ragged, she moaned a low expression of pleasure.

“Why don’t we go upstairs and I can show you some of the bases?” He asked hopefully. “We don’t have to do everything all at once.” He added, not wanting to spook her; he was desperate to be the one who took this beautiful young woman’s virginity.

“I’d like that.” She whispered, trembling. She had never been so turned on.

He stood and took her hand, pulling her to her feet, towering over her. He led her slowly through his home to the guest bedroom. As soon as the door closed behind them he was on her, kissing her hard, pushing himself into her.

“Have you ever touched a cock before?” He asked.

“No, I’ve never even seen one in person.” She replied. “I want to though, can I touch yours’?”

“I’d like that a lot, shall I undress?” He took her hand and rubbed it on his clothes boner.

“Yes, should I undress too?” She asked expectantly as he immediately began peeling off his clothes.

“I would love to see your body!” He replied as he slid his boxer shorts off.

He climbed fatih escort onto the bed and watched as she pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing a plain white bra supporting her perfect shapely boobs. It was all he could do not to yank at himself when she undid the bra and set it aside. Her tits were a marvel, big but pert with big pink Areolae. She was lean without being skinny, a small waist accentuated by wide hips and a flat stomach. As she pushed her jeans to the ground and stepped out of them, he got his first look at her legs, long, lean and tanned. He longed to have them wrapped around him! Her knickers were a plain, white match to the already discarded bra.

“Come over onto the bed.” He said, and she complied.

The sight of her crawling up the bed towards him was almost enough to make him lose it.

“You are so beautiful!” He said through kisses as she reached him.

He took her in his arms and easily lifted her, setting her on her back, he used his knees to push her legs apart. He laid between her legs, letting his hard cock rest against her knickers, feeling the heat from her pussy. He leaned in and kissed her, their bodies totally connected, and gently started to buck against her. She kissed him back with vigour and moaned into his kiss as he humped her.

“So this is technically first base, albeit with fewer clothes, second base is hands, would you like to go to second base?” He asked in between kisses.

“Yes” She panted.

He climbed off and lay down beside her, scooping her up so his arm was around her shoulders, he leaned in and kissed her, her face in his free hand. He let his hand trail down across her jawline, down her neck to her breasts, he explored both while continuing to lavish her with kisses. He let his hand trail down over the soft skin of her stomach and down over her knickers, teasing her by rubbing her over the fabric; she gasped in pleasure. He pushed his hand under the elastic of her knickers and across the soft, smooth skin of her mons; surprised to find her hairless. He parted her lip and rubbed the length of her, she cried out as he grazed her clitoris.

“Oh my god…” She gasped as he pushed a finger inside her tight hole.

He gently fingered her and used his thumb to rub her clitoris, she was writhing in his arms, panting and barely containing her cries. She was very wet and very responsive to his every move. He loved how tight she felt, even on his finger!

“While I do this, take my cock in your hand, rub up and down.” His breath heavy and fast, it was all he could do not to explode as her small hand took his cock. He could tell they were both very close to explosive orgasms.

The addition of a second finger sealed the deal and she came hard, her pussy clamping hard on his fingers as she cried out. Feeling the tight grip of her pussy sent him over the edge and he erupted as she pumped his cock.

“Oh shit!” She cried as his cum shot all over her hand and stomach. “I didn’t know it would come out like that!”

“It doesn’t always come that hard, you made me hornier than ever!” He answered, kissing her.

Josh got up and fetched some towels and helped her clean up.

“Would you like to stop there, or would you like to see what third base is like?” He asked hopefully.

“I can’t imagine anything feeling as good as that, but I wanna find out!”

“Do you know what third base is?” He asked.

“Uh not really, a blow job I guess?” She was unsure.

“Not exactly, baby.” He purred, crawling between her legs and peeling off her knickers.

“That’s fındıkzade escort part of it, but we can save that for another day.”

He kissed his way down her body, paying special attention to anywhere that made her moan. When he parted her lips and thrust his face between her folds she tensed up. “You don’t have to do that, it must be gross.” She said.

“It’s not gross, it’s delicious, you’re delicious.” He answered and dove back in, “Honey relax and don’t think about it, just feel it. This is the most natural thing in the world.” He said feeling her nerves.

He explored her with his tongue, lapping hungrily at her but it wasn’t till his tongue found her clitoris did her body relax, a long moan escaping her. He licked, flicked and circled her clit before sucking on it with a gentle force that dissolved her and sent her crashing into another shattering orgasm.

It took a few minutes for her breathing to settle, he took her in his arms and cuddled her, petting at her.

“Did you enjoy that baby?” He asked when he thought she was back down to earth.

“Oh my goodness… Josh, I have never felt anything so good in my whole life!” She panted. “Are you going to fuck me now?”

“I was hoping you’d say that!” He said, grinning. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, I want you to put it in me.” She whispered, blushing.

He once again crawled between her legs and lined his rock hard cock to her virgin cunt, dipping the head in a little and rubbing it along her slit to lubricate himself. “I’m going to go very slow until you are used to it, if it’s really sore just tell me and we can slow down more; OK?” She just nodded, wide-eyed.

He lay down on his elbows and pulled her legs up so her knees were bent, and very delicately pushed inside her, once the head was in he stopped, rocking slightly. Every cell in his body was urging him to bury himself in her but he wanted her to enjoy this. After a minute he pushed in an inch farther, he had never felt anything like it; she was vice-tight. Incredible. He started to thrust gently in and out with about a third of his length. Her body was relaxing and she was starting to moan and writhe around. When he felt her hands on his arse, he knew she was ready for a bit more and thrust in an inch deeper, she cried out in pleasure. He thrust again, and their bodies met as he bottomed out. He kept still for a few seconds, “Are you OK?” He panted.

“Yeah, it’s a little sore but it feels so good.” She was really writhing now.

He kept his cock buried but started grinding into her, she was getting really vocal, moaning and panting. All control was lost and Josh pulled his cock almost all the way out and pushed it in until their bodies touched again. She almost screamed; he had to put a hand over her mouth. He started to pump at a steady pace, he knew he wouldn’t last long, her pussy felt incredible as it clamped his member.

“Can you go faster, I think it’s gonna happen again!” She said, pulling his hand from her mouth.

It was all he needed to hear. He started pumping into her at pace and seeing she was so close to coming; he thrust as hard and fast as he could. It didn’t take long of his hard fucking before she bit down on the hand over her mouth and shuddered as an orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy spasmed hard, gripping his cock so tightly that he exploded, pumping rope after rope of hot cum deep inside her. He could barely breathe, both of them panting hard, his cock still buried ball-deep in her; he collapsed onto her. Spent.

It took several minutes for them to decouple; he slumped beside her, still lying half on her.

“Are you ok? Was it ok?” He asked, cupping her face in his hand.

“Baby!” She grabbed him and kissed him deeply.

“If I’m caught late again tomorrow, would you be up for learning some more new techniques?” He was hoping beyond hope.

“I can’t think of anything I’d like more!”

…

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Authors note.

Ever worried your daughters first time could be ruined by an incompetent boyfriend? Do you wish you could hire a woman to test drive him first? Nicole thinks her friend Holly is mad but is she?

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Nicole needed a fuck, it had been nearly a week since she last had cock and his performance left a lot to be desired. Work and family commitments had hampered her opportunities, but now it was Friday and the hunt was on. At a mere 4′ 10 her 38DD-24-36 figure drew the eye and paired nicely with her flirtatious bubbly personality and natural blonde hair that was always worn up. Tonight her dark red low-cut dress advertised both breast and leg leaving no man in doubt about what was on offer.

At 25, Nicole was experienced, and like most girls, she had a few fuckbuddies she could call upon. But she enjoyed the thrill of new encounters. She had always been impulsive and thinking was never her strong point. While most women would ponder over whether to buy those shoes online and which outfit they’d match, Nicole would click buy in seconds, then sort out those problems with more shopping. Nicole did not have a healthy bank account.

Years ago, when she was barely legal, she made one such snap decision and blinkers on to the dangers, went home with a hot guy who picked her up in a bar. It could have all gone tragically wrong, yet miraculously she lost her cherry in a night of wild abandonment and orgasmic conclusion.

She had learned since, that such encounters were a hit-and-miss affair, while one man could ride and skillfully guide you to a mattress-drenching finish, more often than not you left with an apology and a pathetic excuse. Perhaps it was this unpredictability that drew her to the chase, Nicole was always looking to recapture the thrill of her first time.

She never drank alone, so tonight she was meeting up with her old friend Holly. Like Nicole, she was blessed with ample chest but stood close to six foot with long legs that went right up to her flowing red hair that danced like a silk sheet on her back with every step she took.

Two years her senior, she had been a role model in Nicole’s early sexual development. Holly oozed sexual confidence to the point of intimation. She was the type many men struggled to look in the eye and beat the meat to alone at night. A little boldness would have seen many a lonely cock embraced in her warmth.

They had agreed to meet each other at the usual place under the clock tower in the town square. Holly was already waiting when Nicole arrived, she stood up from the wooden bench to greet her.

“Nicole, looking good. Where are we off to first then?”

“Red Lion? I don’t fancy the Tanner’s Arms it’s gone downhill.”

“Yeah, new landlords killed it with the crap music.”

“Attracts the wrong sort of crowd doesn’t it? I’m guessing from that outfit you’re looking to swallow more than a few pints?”

“Bloody right I am.”

Reaching their destination the girls bought a glass of wine each and sat at a small circular table. The secret was to pick one in sight of the bar near the main thoroughfare. That way you got noticed by guys and were easier to approach. A tiny table also hinted that you weren’t waiting for your boyfriends.

“So, didn’t go well last weekend then with that guy? He looked ok though,” asked Holly.

“No qualms about his size, he just couldn’t use it. If he wasn’t 30 I’d swear he was a virgin.”

“Clumsy was he?”

“God it was like being fucked by a table, you know when you do the plank down the gym? Imagine being under a guy doing that.”

“So you didn’t cum then?”

“Only saving grace was he was finished in 5 minutes. Then the cheeky twat asked if I came. Lack of fucking moaning should have been a clue. If he was my first I swear I would have turned into a fucking lesbian.”

“You know what you are? A fucking hero. That guy could have picked up a virgin that night and ruined her first time.”

“Yeah, I deserve a fucking medal.”

“If you think about it how many guys you been with now? A fair few, boyfriends and one-night stands. How many were disappointing in the sack?”

“More than I’d like. I mean sure you can play the odds, pick up on those signs a guy’ll be good but the end of the day it’s still a gamble.”

“It’s like my dad, spends a fortune on fishing tackle, stares for hours at wind charts and tide tables, gets up at 3 am to be right place right time. You know what he catches? Fuck all 90% of the time but he’s happy as a pig in shit when it pays off.”

“You remember that time your mum said he couldn’t go that night, and the next day some guy put a giant fish on Facebook?”

“God he was fucking gutted never stopped whining for weeks it should have been his.”

“He does take some nice sunrise photos though.”

Holly raised her glass, “Well here’s to all three of us catching a big one tonight.”

“You know what they should do? Give cocks sizes as they do with bras. None of this 12.65cm crap, just a nice round beşiktaş escort number and a letter. 5A is 5 inches and skinny 8D is 8 inches and thick.”

“Nah, guys can’t even understand bras. Keep the number but the letter should reflect his dick skills. 6A, 6 inches excellent in bed, 6D, 6 inches but shit. Wouldn’t be hard if there was an app or something.”

“Fuck yeah, should be compulsory. Link it to face recognition and you’d know if he’s worth fucking with just a click. You could call it Dick Advisor.”

“It’s like when you sleep with a guy after his girlfriend boasts about his dick size. It’s a fucking invite as far as I’m concerned.”

“Exactly, if you don’t want other girls to fuck him don’t advertise it.”

“Look at that guy over there, the one with the woman in black. Opinion?” asked Holly.

“Well, she’s far better looking and that’s obviously a supermarket shirt so he’s not got a good income. Only logical conclusion is he’s got a big cock.”

“Soo, who’s going to fuck him, me or you?”

Nicole laughed, “What about her? don’t think she’ll be too keen.”

“It’s not like I’m going to walk up and fuck him on the table, I’ll wait until he goes to the toilet. I’ve got class me.”

“How do you know he’ll say yes?”

“Cos he’s looked at my tits twice already.”

“Half the pub’s been looking at them. Ok, your turn. That family over there on the corner table, thoughts? “

Holly looked out of the corner of her eye for a silent moment, “Husband and wife, obviously. The girl’s about 18, got her mother’s looks. But that other guy doesn’t seem to fit in, looks a little awkward too. I’d say he’s the girl’s boyfriend.”

“Come on you can do better than that.”

“Fathers reached that point where he’s having to accept a guy’s going to plough his daughter and he’s not happy it could be this one.”

“Or perhaps he already has?”

“Nah she looks a virgin and he’s sick of beating the meat until she says yes.”

“What about the mother?”

“Nah, don’t think he’s fucked her yet.”

“I mean does she look happy with her daughter’s choice?”

“Hmmm, Think we should go ask? “

Nicole laughed, Holly downed the last of her drink, raised her eyebrows and stood up. A feeling of dread swept over Nicole, she knew that look. This was one of those moments you wished you could watch through your fingers as the ground swallowed you up. But it was for moments like this she drank with Holly. With a smile, she casually trotted over to the family.

“Excuse me,” asked Holly as she leaned over their table. The woman gave her husband that, ‘get rid of her’ look but he was too busy trying to keep eye contact and not stare at Holly’s noticeable cleavage chasm. The daughter kept one eye on her and a watchful eye on her boyfriend.

“Me and my friend like to play this game where we pick random people and try to deduce things about them. Are we correct that this is your daughter and her boyfriend and not a brother?”

“Yes,” replied a confused-looking mother.

“Thought so,” said Holly as she turned to look at the girl, “My friend says you’re getting nailed by him but I think he’s only getting head, who’s right?”

“I beg your pardon,” snapped the mother, “I think you should leave.”

It was the response Holly expected but the father’s silence said more than the mother’s outburst. Men rarely stand up to women, preferring to hide behind their wives. But it was that quick glance at his daughter’s boyfriend that intrigued Holly, Why him and not his daughter?

“You know if you’re worried about his ability to give her a good time we can test him out for you.”

“There’s nothing wrong with my performance,” barked the boyfriend, suddenly realizing his error as the father glared at him. Holly made good her escape. Nicole knew it was time to find another bar.

“By Jesus fuck, we’ve barely been out half an hour and you’ve destroyed a family,” said Nicole.

“I set the daughter free, no more sneaky cock, worrying about daddy finding out.”

“Yeah, long as he doesn’t kill the poor guy.”

“I was right though, I could see it in his eyes, he was concerned about his daughter’s cherry.”

“Well, up to five minutes ago she was happy enough with him.”

“She got lucky, millions won’t. I’m telling you thousands of parents would pay good money for someone to evaluate their daughter’s first dick.”

“Bollocks, you get some crazy ideas.”

“If I’m right you’re buying the next round,” with that Holly made her over to a middle-aged man coming out of a shop, “Excuse me, dumb question but do you have a daughter?”

He looked taken back for a moment, it had been many a year since he was last approached by an attractive girl. “Erm, yes,” he replied.

“All grown up?”

“Yes 21, do you two know her?” he replied with a confused look on his face.

“No, just assumed with your age you might have one. Thing is, me and my friend have been talking about sex.” His ears pricked up and his cock twitched. etiler escort “I think most dads worry about their daughter”s first fuck but my friend says they don’t care. So quick question would you pay a girl to test run her boyfriend before he ploughs her to make sure he’s doing it right?”

“I’m sorry I’m a bit confused here,” he replied.

“She only loses her cherry once and it’s a big deal to a girl, so as a father were you worried he’d ruin it by being a two-pump-chump or being too rough? “

“You hope it goes well but you tend not to think of her doing it?”

“See, told you dads didn’t care,” said Nicole.

“Not sure my daughter would have appreciated me having her boyfriend examined first either. What do I tell her, hey your boyfriends shit in bed you should dump him?”

Holly grinned, “Yeah pretty much. Look at it this way, if she had her heart set on a car because she liked the colour but you knew it was a death trap, would you stop her?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Same thing really, no harm in looking under the bonnet and taking it for a test drive to make sure the wheels don’t fall off.”

“Tell you what, give me a blow job and if you’re any good I’ll recommend your service to my mates.”

The girls weren’t convinced he would keep his word but it would be dumb to turn down the offer, besides after putting him on the spot they kinda felt they owed him one.

“So, which of us do you think you can handle?” asked Holly.

He wondered for a moment if they were just leading him on, but didn’t want to blow his chances. “You’ll do nicely.”

To his relief and surprise, he found himself being led by the arm into an unlit narrow dumpster-filled alleyway. It wasn’t exactly a romantic location but being a dead end the girls knew they weren’t going to be spotted. Nicole hung back a little as a lookout while in the shadows Holly got to work.

Squatting in such places was an art Holly had long mastered. The secret was to wear a skirt short enough that it wouldn’t touch the ground and heels of just the right height they allowed your bottom to perch comfortably on your heels.

He quickly fumbled with his belt and buckle opening up just enough to get his cock out. It was what Holly called a teapot cock in reference to the nursery rhyme I’m a little teapot short and stout. It wasn’t the mouth filler she hoped for but she was a girl of her word.

Holly looked up and in one motion took him entirely. From the tip of his cock that lay in her throat, to the base sealed with her lips, he was instantly in Heaven. She inhaled, clamping down from every angle almost crushing him in her oral embrace. It was her signature opening move that let guys know she was in control.

Good as she was at oral, Holly also enjoyed breathing and released her clasp before gagging. With him under control, it was time for her to get what she came for. He gripped her shoulders as his cock was massaged within, every nod of the head felt different as she expertly directed just the right amount of pressure and flexed her tongue.

He looked down and watched in awe as with each third suck his cock would disappear completely on cue. The view was enriched by the sight of her firm breasts that seemed to frame his cock as it glided between her eager lips. She slid her hand up his thigh and slipped it between his legs cradling his balls gently in her long red fingernails.

A swirl of tongue around the head and a snake-like flicker on the tip made him quiver and thank the gods for his blessing. The taste of precum on her tongue told Holly her fun would soon be over. Once more she took him deep and worked her magic rolling her head side to side as she bobbed and weaved along his ever-stiffening shaft. Sensing the inevitable Holly ceased the nodding and sucked like a staving calf until he erupted like a well-shaken champagne bottle.

“Why are you panting? I’m the one who done all of the work,” joked Holly as she rose to her feet.

“Fucking hell that was twenty times better than the wife.”

Holly giggled handing him her number scrawled on an old receipt, “Don’t forget to tell the wife and your friends.”

The girls soon found themselves in another pub. It was a noisier crowded venue, but the drinks were cheaper, which was always good the last week before payday. Not that the girls had any intention of buying.

At the far end of the bar stood two guys chatting as they waited to be served. Late thirties perhaps early forties they were ideal. The girls both had a thing for older guys, not only was the sex better there was something gratifying about being under the weight of a larger older male. Holly noticed one of them fix his eyes on the tight butt of a passing girl longer than would be considered polite. That ruled out the risk of them being gay but from this distance, they couldn’t see if they had a ring on their finger. It was time to wander over and say hi.

“You’re better off without him,” said Holly in a loud voice. It was an old ruse, beyoğlu escort nothing twitched a dick faster than hearing a girl was on the rebound.

“You’re right, I need a real man but I’ll settle for a G&T right now.”

The guy’s ears cocked up in textbook fashion, a twitch, a little head turn then the full body swing around. His eyes met Holly’s for a brief second before instinctively glimpsing down at her cleavage. It’s said that it’s impossible not to look at a £50 note held up and the same held true for Holly’s breasts.

He tore his gaze from her chest but the look on her face let him know she saw him look. She smiled to ease the tension and waited his response, it was important to let men think they were in control, especially the older ones.

“Evening Ladies, not seen you in here before.”

Both girls regularly drank there and it wasn’t the first time they’d heard that icebreaker, “We don’t come here much,” lied Holly.

“It’s not bad in here, can we get you a drink or are you waiting for someone?”

It was the classic toe dip response guys used to check if you had a partner, “No we’re both single, just out for a few drinks and a bit of fun,” replied Nicole with a smile and invited them to join them at a table.

Drinks secured for the night, the game was now to determine whether it was worth rewarding their generosity to the fullest extent. Naturally, a blow job was the bare minimum, that was just good manners, but both girls yearned for more. Short of confessing they had tiny cocks and lived in Mum’s basement the guy’s night looked promising.

“So what you into?” asked Holly as they took a table. In truth she didn’t really care if he collected stamps or skydived, the important thing was he avoided the answer ‘I’m into everything.’ It was an answer that pissed her off, no one is into everything. ‘Do you enjoy Polynesian nose flute music? Can I peg you with my fluffy dildo?’ Holly would rip into anyone who dared utter it.

“We’re both into rugby and fishing. I’m Eddie and this is my brother Tom by the way.”

“Fishing?” replied Nicole, “We’ll fix you up with her dad. I’m Nicole and she’s Holly.

“Brothers?” asked Holly, not seeing any family resemblance, “You live together?”

“No, but not far apart, just west of the park.”

Both girls knew when a guy was so specific about his address so early in the evening, what he was gauging was your willingness to go there. It was a way of saying I don’t live far, my place or yours. It was important to respond in a way that suggested you would without sounding like you were ready to go in five minutes.

“So still walkable in after five drinks then?” said Holly with a smile.

“You’ve got your heels on,” replied Nicole, “Best make it just three.”

Three drinks might have been optimistic. By the second round, Holly already had her hand on one guy’s leg and was playfully leaning into him as they chatted. Nicole herself wasn’t being bashful, so when one of the guys eventually plucked up the courage to ask if they were looking for anything else tonight she replied with a nod and a smile.

That third drink never came and the girls parted ways at the corner of Acorn Road each with a guy on their arm. Nicole soon found herself at the door of Eddie’s unremarkable Victorian terraced house typical of the area.

“I’d a feeling you’d be up for it the minute we bumped into each other,” he said.

“What gave it away?” she replied jutting her chest out.

“You want a drink first? I’ve a few beers in the fridge.”

“It’s alright I’ve had enough tonight.”

His bedroom contained a double bed but otherwise had all the hallmarks of a guy without a woman in his life. Clothes were crumpled in the corners or those worn yet not dirty enough to wash draped over the back of a chair. The bed was unmade but otherwise clean with no obvious crispy silvery stains on the sheets.

Derobing wasn’t romantic, each stripped as if they were going to bed as normal, he showed no signs of unease which told Nicole he was experienced in one night stands not just relationship sex. His muscular body had a good layer of fat on it but retained some definition and it was clear he wasn’t concerned about body hair. It was a body you’d expect to see in a 70s porno rather than on Instagram.

Nicole didn’t mind, despite her own polished appearance she quite liked the feeling of a traditional real man pressed against her. She slid her black satin thong off and hung them playfully on his bulging erect cock. He smiled, flung them over his shoulder, pushed her onto the bed and immediately buried his tongue in her snatch.

Some men like to tease and build suspense, others prefer to get straight to the point and make it clear what they want. Nicole’s experience instantly told her she was going to get the pounding she’d been craving all week. Too many guys only went down because they saw it in porn then licked you like your pussy was a habanero chill dropped in cat litter.

He certainly knew where the clitoris was and was making good use of it, like a Maypole dancer his tongue swirled and flitted around it twisting and turning before he delved deep within her contorting and writhing like he was searching for something. Here was a man who enjoyed his work. Nicole softly groaned a “oh god” and pushed his head down as she clenched her buttocks lifting herself into his face.

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