My stories

Leo 2 November 15, 2018

My name is Rob, and as I write this I am 53 years old. In 1983 I was twenty-six years old with blond hair, blue eyes, and as a distant runner had a slim build: six feet, 165 pounds. I married a girl named Jill. She was an attractive, outgoing twenty-five year old: 5’7”, 125 pounds, brown hair, big brown eyes and small but perky tits. She was a knockout and she knew it. The marriage was a mistake from the start and it was one of those situations where everyone knew it but me. It started going downhill after a year or so, and after about two years I found out she was screwing some guy at her office and that was pretty much the end of it. 
She moved out of the house and I was always grateful for that because I would have been the type to stick it out as long as I could have and things could have gotten much more complicated. At the time we had no kids and our only asset to fight over was the house which was decided I would keep and pay her for her share. It would be a rather smooth divorce. 
Once she left and the word got out about our separation friends started calling to see how I was doing and offer support. I got calls from my old friends, several of our mutual friends, and even two of Jill’s childhood friends. Just about everyone who called agreed on one thing: Jill was an idiot. 
A couple weeks after she left me, Jill’s mother called me. Sandy was in her fifties at the time, perhaps fifty-three or fifty-four. She had been divorced from Jill’s father for years and was remarried to a man named Rick, who I also got along well with. She was attractive like her daughter, blonde, about the same height and slim, perhaps ten pounds heavier than Jill with the same brown eyes. Her boobs were only a little bigger than Jill’s, but still looked pretty firm. She had a body that she’d definitely taken care of. We had always gotten along fine, in fact I’d only met her once when she told Jill that it was okay to marry me, and from the beginning Sandy insisted I call her by her first name. Jill and I would visit her mother’s house on holidays and go with Sandy to her condo at the beach. We could always talk easily, our relationship always warm, proper and respectful. 
The phone call was pretty much like the others I’d received from everyone else: How are you feeling, how is your family, are you alright, etc. She told me how sorry she was, and talked about Jill, how she doesn’t know what she’s doing, how she is confused, blah blah, blah. We talked about ten minutes, I thanked her for calling and we hung up. 
A month or so later she called me again. It started the same way as the previous call, asking how I was doing, how is the family, things like that. Then she changed the direction of conversation and caught me a little by surprise. 
“Have you been seeing anyone,” she asked. 
I hesitated briefly and replied, “Oh, not really.” I had actually been seeing two different women since right after Jill left, but my lawyer had told me that if I started seeing anyone to be discreet until the divorce was settled. 
“Oh come on, Rob, you can tell me. I know your marriage is definitely over. I’m not telling anyone, especially not Jill, I feel terrible she left you in the first place. I just care about you and I want to see you move on, you deserve better. So tell me are you seeing anyone?” 
“Well, yeah, I am.” I trusted her. 
“Okay, good. Now what’s her name?” 
“Actually I’ve been seeing a couple different women,” I replied. 
“Ooh, now we’re getting somewhere,” Sandy said. I chuckled at this, loosening up a little. “So what are their names and how did you meet?” 
“Well one is named Denise, I met her through work. The other is Geri, and I met her through the baseball league. I coached her son on the all star team.” 
Sandy sounded surprised. “You coached teen-agers, she must be somewhat older than you.” 
“Yeah, she is. Well, they both are.” 
“Really? How old are they?” 
“Denise is 36, Geri is 41.” 
“Wow Rob, I didn’t know you liked that older pussy!” Sandy said. This surprised me…I had never heard her talk like that. This loosened me up some more. 
I laughed and said, “Well, they’re not complaining about having that younger dick!” 
We both laughed. She responded, “That must keep you busy on the weekends juggling both of them.” 
“Oh not really, just depends. They have kids to keep them busy,” I said. “Much of the time our plans are just kind of spur of the moment.” 
There was an awkward silence for a few beats before Sandy continued. “Rob, let me ask you a question. Do you have plans this Saturday night?” 
“Not yet,” I replied. 
“Listen. I’m going down to the condo at the beach this weekend. I’m going down Friday night to check on the place and I’m staying to attend a condo association meeting on Monday night. Why don’t you drive down on Saturday afternoon, I’ll take you out to dinner and we can talk. I’d love to catch up and hear all about your business and all of these women you are seeing.” 
I started to mumble something and she cut me off. 
“Don’t worry; no one else will be there, just me. You know I wouldn’t pull anything like that. It’s just that after all that’s happened it would be nice to see you again instead of everything ending on a sour note. What do you say?” 
“What time were you thinking?” 
“Why don’t you come down late afternoon, three or four o’clock. We can have a couple drinks, chat and then walk across the street for dinner.” She was referring to a favorite seafood house about a block from her condo. 
“Well, okay, figure on me getting there around four. But you don’t have to pay for dinner.” 
“I invited you, so I’m paying. I’m looking forward to it. So I’ll see you around four?” 
I agreed that four o’clock was good. We said our goodbyes, and I hung up shaking my head. It struck me that now that her daughter and I were divorcing, she wouldn’t be my mother-in-law much longer. And the conversation we’d just finished had moved past mother-in-law/son-in-law territory. 
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On Saturday I had to leave at around two-thirty to get to the condo by four o’clock. Sandy lived in the city about three hours from the beach and my house was about midpoint between the two. I showered, put on some jeans and a light blue shirt with running shoes all over it that she’d given me the previous Christmas. 
Traffic was light. It was late fall so beach traffic was minimal. I arrived at Sandy’s condo right at four o’clock. Her building was the type where the parking was on ground level under the building and the units started on the second floor. Being off-season there were only a few cars. I pulled in next to her blue Volvo. 
I walked up two flights of stairs and over to her door. I hesitated and took a breath. I felt like through that door would be another dimension. I could feel on the phone earlier in the week that Sandy and I had reached a new level of communication. I felt from her a sincerity and trust that I never had with her daughter. It was a good feeling, but still awkward. I didn’t know what to expect. I knocked on her door. 
The door swung open and there she was: more beautiful than ever. Her blonde hair was longer than before. It hung past her shoulders and was parted in the middle with a new added frizz. She had on sleek black pants and a soft tan sweater. The outfit clung to her curves and the sweater came down to just below her waist to rest on her butt. “Well, what a surprise! Rob’s on time!” see joked. 
I said, “That’s because I don’t have Jill with me!” 
We laughed and she ushered me in, we hugged and she kissed me on the cheek as always. 
“Come on in, sit down. I was about to pour a glass of wine, what would you like, a beer?” 
“Beer’s fine.” I walked over to the glass doors and looked out at the Atlantic Ocean. The sun was lower now and blocked by the high rises so the beach was in gray twilight. 
Sandy walked up beside me and handed me my beer. “You’ll never get tired of this view,” I said. Then I turned to her and added, “I like your hair.” 
“Do you? Oh Thank You. I thought I’d grow it out for the winter and see how it looked. Well, come on, have a seat. Let’s catch up on things. And I promise: No Jill!” 
We sat on the sofa facing the glass doors and the ocean beyond and we talked for two hours and three drinks. We talked about a lot of things. She asked about my family, my business, and my hobbies. She told me about her job as an Instructor of Nursing, about Rick’s job as a plant manager, about Rick’s endless list of projects around the house. We talked and laughed about many things, but we didn’t mention Jill, and she didn’t ask about my girlfriends. 
At a little after six we left to go to dinner. It was cool out, but the restaurant wasn’t far away so we didn’t wear jackets. We had to walk a block to the highway then cross to the other side. When a break in traffic occurred she grabbed my hand and called “Let’s go, run!” and we scooted across the road hand in hand. That was a first. As we entered the restaurant she was a couple strides ahead of me and I again admired her tasteful dress, trim body and sweet ass. 
We were seated promptly in a cozy booth in the corner. We ordered another wine and beer and when the drinks arrived Sandy proposed a toast to my future success and happiness and then I toasted her with something just as lame. Then after a couple minutes of idle chit chat and talking about the menu we had both seen a dozen times, she finally got around to what I knew was coming. 
“So,” Sandy said, lowering her voice. “Tell me about these older women you’re fucking.” 
Wow! Another word I’d never heard her use. First pussy, now fuck. Wonder what other colorful words she has in her repertoire? Again I was caught off guard, and I smiled, looked down and shook my head. 
“Oh come on, for God’s sake. I may be a mother-in-law but I’m not a prude. You started to tell me about these women the other night, so don’t tease me. Tell me the rest of the story. You might as well go all the way.” 
There she goes again. She had this thing she would sometimes do with her left eye, a flicker or a half-wink, that she would do when she was sharing a joke or a secret with somebody. And she did it then when she said ‘go all the way’. I smiled at her wordplay and again looked down at the table. She may have thought I was blushing, but I wasn’t. I just felt uneasy because I was sitting across from my still mother-in-law having this conversation, and I had just realized and admitted to myself that I wanted to fuck her. 
I looked up at her face, a foxy and mature replica of Jill’s. I stared into her piercing brown eyes and they stared right back. “Alright,” I said. “I’ll go all the way. I just hope I don’t come prematurely.” 
She loudly burst out laughing at that, then covered her mouth and turned red when some people at a nearby table looked over. She continued laughing quietly and I grinned as her eyes bore into mine. Fortunately, around that time the waitress came and took our orders. 
“Well…” she said after a few moments of dead air. 
I sipped my beer. “Where do you want me to start?” 
“Start with the baseball mom, what’s her name?” 
“Geri.” 
“Geri. How old is Geri?” 
“Forty or forty-one, maybe forty-two. She told me she got married at nineteen and she has a twenty-one year old daughter, I’m just not sure of the time frame.” 
“And her son is…” 
“He’ll be sixteen next month.” 
“So,” Sandy said, sipping wine. “Tell me all about Geri.” 
“Not much to tell. She’s divorced twice with two older kids. They live in a little old house a few blocks from mine. She was a very active mom in the league. She used to come to all the games dressed in shorts and halters and tank tops and drive the coaches and umpires crazy.” 
“Does she have a good body?” 
“Oh, yeah,” I said with emphasis. 
“How did you start seeing her?” 
“I just rode my bicycle over past her house a few times until I saw her and we and started talking. I told her what happened. I knew she kind of liked me, I just didn’t know what to expect. We went on a couple of bike rides, and then I asked her out. We went out few times, enjoyed ourselves. Nothing too crazy. A movie, a dance, a party, normal stuff.” 
“How’s the sex?” she questioned. 
There it was. “Okay,” I said. 
“Just okay?” Sandy asked. 
“Well, it’s fine but it’s pretty straightforward. I get the feeling I’m just filling a physical need for her. She comes over, gets her rocks off and leaves.” 
“Does she turn you on?” 
“She’s got a great body. That turns me on. But in the sack…” I paused. 
“What’s wrong?” 
“I can’t believe I’m telling you this stuff.” 
“Oh, give me a break. Talk. But in the sack…” 
I looked at her and shrugged my shoulders. “Ordinary,” I said. 
I excused myself to go to the bathroom and when I returned our dinners were being served. After everything was in place Sandy started right in. 
“Okay, enough of Geri. Tell me about the other girl. Tell me how you met her and how you got in her pants.” 
Chuckling, I replied, “Denise. She had her eyes on my pants. I’ve known her for a few months. We worked together, and there was chemistry between us from the start but we ignored it because we were both married. When we found out we were both separated and getting a divorce it didn’t take long. She’s thirty-six and has a twelve year old daughter who splits time between her place and the father’s, so I only get together with her on Thursday nights and every other weekend. This weekend the girl is with Dad.” 
“I guess I chose the right week to call,” she said with that eye flick again. “What does she look like?” 
“She’s attractive. Five-five, short brown hair, green eyes, slim body, nice tits.” I leaned over, looked at Sandy and said softly, “and she loves sex.” 
“Ooh, do tell.” 
“Well, she’s not shy I’ll tell you that. She came over to my house one day last week to pick up some papers for work. Denise told her daughter to wait in the car and she came inside, we kissed a little and she said, “I don’t have much time, my girl’s in the car,” and then started pulling down my pants. We did it standing up leaning against the back of the sofa in my living room. Then she straightened herself up, picked up the papers, kissed me goodbye and left. She was gone in less than fifteen minutes. 
“How does she like it?” 
I paused and thought about it. “Well, she’s liked everything so far. She likes to talk dirty. She really likes oral.” 
Sandy was getting into this conversation I could see. She said in a low voice, “She likes oral. Giving or receiving?” 
“Well, she likes both. But usually if I go down on her first anything can happen. She comes two or three times and then turns into an animal.” 
Sandy looked away briefly and seemed to shiver. She sipped some water, and then grabbed her purse. “Excuse me a minute. I need to go the ladies room.” 
As she ran off I wondered if I’d gone over the line, said something wrong. I knew I had gotten a bit deive telling her about Denise but I didn’t think I had offended her; in fact she seemed to have enjoyed it. I ate the last few bites of my dinner and then she returned and slid into her seat. 
“Are you finished?” Sandy asked. 
“Yes, are you?” It didn’t seem like she’d eaten that much. 
She took two more quick bites and said, “Now I am. Let’s go.” She looked at the chit and laid down the cash to cover it and a healthy tip. Then we stood up and she started for the door. I once again admired her appearance from the rear. 
We walked outside of the restaurant and waited to cross the highway. I started to feel the inept uneasiness that comes right before a moment of truth. I felt things had been going along pretty well with my soon-to-be ex-mother-in-law, but then it all fell flat. Sandy and I had never really discussed whether I would sleep here or drive home. I had my overnight bag in the car, but I didn’t know what to do and I only had a one-block walk to figure it out. 
It was later now so the traffic was lighter and we walked across the highway. We didn’t say much for a moment or two, but once we were on the other side of the road and walking back to the condo I started talking. I thanked her for dinner, and I told her how great it was to see her again and I kept babbling. All too soon we arrived at my car at the base of the condo. 
Sandy was to my right and grabbed my right arm with her left hand and turned me toward her. She said, “Rob, will you do me a favor.” 
“Of course I will. What?” 
“Kiss me.” 
I looked in her eyes for a second or two without saying anything and she said it again with emphasis. 
“Kiss me.” 
I stared in her big brown eyes. She still had a grip on my arm as I moved my face toward hers. Her right arm went to the back of my head and pulled me to her. She sucked on my tongue and then plunged her tongue into my mouth. It was a long, passionate, aggressive kiss. We parted briefly and our eyes met. 
“Let’s be bad,” she whispered. 
She rose up and pulled my head toward her. She kissed me gently this time, her lips met mine and her tongue explored my mouth slowly and I followed her lead. My left arm held her shoulders and my right hand fondled her ass. Our kiss was soft, our mouths meshed. I couldn’t tell where my mouth ended and where hers began. She held me tight and we kissed for what seemed like a long time. She leaned into me and felt my cock between us, hard against her. 
Finally she backed off and said, “Come upstairs.” 
Always the punster, I said “I’m surprised I haven’t come already.” 
She smiled at that, gave me a peck on the lips and said “It won’t be long.” She smiled up at me, took my arm and led me up the stairs. 
Once inside her condominium and the door closed behind us we immediately embraced and kissed again. Our tongues explored, our mouths accepted, our fingers groped, our groins grinded. “Tell me what you want,” I gasped. 
“I want you in my bed,” she said. 
We went to her bedroom, a short walk down the hall and fell onto the queen bed. We kissed some more and I caressed her left breast with my right hand and her right hand dropped to touch my hard cock. 
As she massaged my cock she looked at me and said to me, “Rob, I have to tell you something. At the restaurant, when you were telling me about your sex with Denise, you were getting me hot. I had a huge orgasm. Enormous! I creamed myself right there at the table and that’s when I went to the restroom. I had to clean myself up.” 
“No kidding?” 
“No shit. I envied that chick. And now I want you to give me everything you ever gave her.” 
I kissed her gently on the lips, and then said, “Okay, but we’ll have to get your clothes off first.” 
She whipped off her sweater in one move and then unsnapped her bra. She started for the snap on her pants but I stopped her. I said “Wait, let me undo your pants when I’m ready, okay?” 
She nodded and lay back on the bed. I kissed her lips first, then her forehead, then her eyelids, then her ears, her earlobes, her neck, her shoulders. She moaned as my mouth lowered to lick her breasts and I took her nipples into my mouth for the first time, lingering until I felt them enlarge and stiffen in my mouth. I kissed her belly and tongued her navel and ran my tongue across her waist along the top of her pants. She let out a whimper and wiggled her torso when my hand drifted between her legs. I rose up so our faces would meet and I kissed her. “You look sexy as hell in these pants tonight,” I said, my hand between her legs and palming her rump. “But it’s time for me to peel them off of you.” 
She just nodded. I got busy unsnapping and unzipping. I yanked off her pants and socks and tossed them aside. I gazed at her pussy hair, dark and neatly trimmed. But that could wait. I rose up, gave Sandy another kiss and lowered my face to her left leg. I licked and kissed and sucked her left leg all the way down her thigh to her knee to her calf to her shin to her feet, and sucked each of her toes one at a time. Then I moved to her right foot, sucked all of her toes one at a time and licked and sucked my way up her leg the same way and finally reached her upper thigh. By this time she was a ball of jelly, moaning and quivering, and when I stuck my face in her crotch, rammed my tongue into her pussy and clamped my lips around her clit she just went to pieces. A wave of her juice splashed into my mouth and chin. She screamed, “Oh my God, Jesus Christ, Oh shit. Oh no, oh yes, oh fuck.” But I held on. I kept my lips wrapped around her clit, never moving off, keeping at it with my lips while my tongue roamed inside her. My head and her hips got into a steady rhythm as my face stayed plastered to her pussy. I squeezed her ass cheeks with both my hands in tempo, and she moaned with our thrusts. The speed of our movement slowly increased, her whimpers growing in volume with our pace. 
Sandy started yelling again. “Oh Jesus, I’m gonna come again. I’m gonna come big. Oh my God, oh shit. Oh fuck. Here I come, I can’t believe it, I’m gonna come again into your face, my fucking son-in-law’s face, oh shit. Eat me, Rob, suck me, I’m coming, here I come, uh oh, fuck….” 
She exploded. I felt another rush of her fluid into my face. I stayed down there for a short time longer, accepted a few last squirts and then moved up beside her. My face and mouth were covered with her cum, but I kissed her. Our mouths opened, we kissed long and soft and she tasted her own juice. 
I stood up and started to undress in front of her. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, got it off and tossed it on a chair. I started unzipping my jeans and my dick popped out, fully erect. I’d been hard for quite a while and was more than ready. 
Sandy saw my cock and her eyes got bigger. I moved onto the bed on top of her and looked her in the eye, and said, “I always thought you were hot but I never thought I’d ever fuck you.” 
“You better fuck me!” she said. She grabbed my cock and guided it into her. She was dripping wet and I slid right in. She let out a loud moan and we started in a slow rhythm but it soon increased. “That’s it, honey. Fuck me, drill me deep, keep fucking me, I want your cock inside me. God that feels good.” I pounded my hard meat into her over and over, again squeezing her ass. We continued in harmony until it was soon my turn to explode, and I let loose with a load deep into her. I groaned loudly as I came, and right after that Sandy yelped and had another spasmodic orgasm. 
I collapsed beside Sandy, quaking. I put my left arm around her and she placed her head on my chest, her left hand on my stomach. We didn’t say much for a while, we were just basking in our own glow. After a few minutes she kissed my chest and nipples some and her hand drifted down to my balls. She massaged my balls gently and then started running the tip of her finger along the shaft of my dick, from the base to the tip and back again, three or four times. It didn’t take long and I was hard again. 
“I want you to relax,” Sandy said to me. “Just lay back. It’s my turn to pleasure you.” She leaned over to the nightstand and dipped her finger into a shallow jar. She rolled back over and eased into position with her head above my cock. She lowered her head. She kissed my cock, licked my balls and slid her tongue around the rim of my ass, something I’d never felt before. Her lubed finger entered my asshole about an inch with a gentle in-and-out motion, and I groaned as her finger crept a little farther in. I held her blonde curls up in my left hand so I could watch as she put her mouth around my cock. Half of my swollen meat disappeared into her mouth as she lowered her head, and with each movement she took a little more of me into her mouth as her finger eased back and forth in my ass. 
After a minute or two she stopped. She raised her mouth off of me, and with her finger still in my ass, said “How do you like it so far?” 
“Oh Christ, I’ve never felt anything like that in my life. What a fucking turn-on watching my dick slide in and out of your mouth.” 
“Well, it’s going to get even better. You just have to do one thing, okay? Tell me right before you are about to come. Will you do that?” 
I nodded and she went back to work. She resumed finger fucking my ass and licked my cock a few times before putting it back into her mouth. Then after several short strokes taking about half my cock in her mouth, in one quick powerful motion her head shot down over my cock while at the same time her finger shot all the way up into my ass. I let out a yelp like I never had before. Her lips were resting on my balls with the entire length of my cock in her mouth. As she sucked my cock her finger kept going to town, back and forth, deep into my ass. I moaned and groaned over and over with each motion she made. It was hard to believe what was actually happening: I’m 28 years old, in the bed of this foxy woman, 25 years older than me, my still mother-in-law. And she’s not only deep-throating me, making her the first woman who ever did that to me, but her finger is all the way in the back of my ass to boot, where no other woman had ever penetrated. 
Sandy let up. Her finger eased back to the rim of my asshole, and her mouth to the head of my cock. She paused briefly…then she did it again! With one violent push her mouth took in all of my cock and her finger shot like a bullet back into my ass. I bucked like a bronco but her finger didn’t stop and her mouth was a vise around my cock, buried to the balls. A couple more strokes then I was ready to blow. 
“I going to come,” I gasped. “I’m going to come…here I come…” 
Sandy backed off my cock but her finger never stopped fucking my ass. She placed her mouth right around the very tip of my penis. I could feel my sperm traveling up through my shaft like never before, the pressure of a fire hose. Then I gave out a yell that could have been heard out on the highway. Just as my cum made its way up through my dick Sandy sucked my pee hole with an untamed force I’d never felt before. My semen gushed upward as Sandy sucked it out of me like a straw. I shuddered and shook as she continued to suck like I was the last few drops of an ice cream soda, and throughout my seven or eight raging spasms her finger never stopped moving in my ass. 
Finally, once I’d shot my load and my quivers abated Sandy gently kissed my cock and balls, then worked her way north kissing my stomach, my nipples and finally when her lips reached my mouth, I put my hands behind her head and pulled her close. I clasped my mouth onto hers and kissed her, tongued her mouth and tasted my cum. It was a long kiss, hard at first, followed by five or six short tender ones. Only after our lips parted did I feel her finger slip out of my ass. 
Sandy’s head settled on my shoulder, and her left hand rested on my chest. We laid there for a minute in each other’s arms. She didn’t say anything. 
“Wow,” I began. “I don’t know what to say. Thank You.” 
“Did you like that?” she said. 
“Like it? I never felt anything like it in my life, it was fucking unbelievable! No woman ever took my whole cock into her mouth before, what a turn-on watching you do that. Jesus! And my ass…you’re the first one in there too. What is that, the Sandy Special?” 
Sandy smiled, shrugged and said. “Sure, you can call it that. I’m glad it was good for you…I enjoyed it too. I looked forward to it all week.” 
“You did? How do you mean?” 
“Well, I’ve been thinking about you since Tuesday night when we spoke on the phone. I wasn’t sure if you’d accept my invitation to go to dinner tonight. I was nervous about asking you and I was happy when you said yes. And even after you did accept I had no idea whether we’d end up in bed. I was hoping we would but I had no idea how things would go once you got here. But I wanted to be prepared in case it did happen… And if it did happen I wanted it to be the greatest night ever, a night we wouldn’t forget. So I practiced.” 
“Well you’ve succeeded, this is the most amazing…” I started and then I caught myself. “You practiced? What do you mean you practiced?” 
Sandy laughed and looked up into my face. “When we were on the phone and you told me you were seeing a couple of older women, it really turned me on. And the rest of that night I fantasized about tonight, I even masturbated in bed after Rick fell asleep. I decided that night on a practice plan.” Sandy giggled and added, “You sure you want to hear this?” 
“You can’t stop now,” I said. “No secrets now. Tell me about your practice plan.” 
She cleared her throat and said: “Okay. Cucumbers.” 
“Cucumbers?” 
She laughed again. “Yes, cucumbers. I figured I could entertain myself and prepare for you at the same time. I remembered several years ago, I don’t how we got on the subject, but Jill and I were talking about you and somehow we got around to penis size. And she mentioned that she had measured you one time and you were eight inches. Is that true?” 
I remembered the occasion. I nodded. 
“Well, the next day I went to the market. I stopped at the stationery supply shelf, took a 12-inch plastic ruler off the rack and put it in the baby seat of the shopping cart. Then I went over to the produce section and started measuring cucumbers. I picked out four nice hard eight-inchers and bagged them up. I’ve been working out with them ever since.” 
“Working out,” I said. 
“Yes. Working out with a vengeance, and I’d say it’s paid off wouldn’t you?” 
I chuckled and looked into those brown eyes. I kissed her on her forehead and agreed it had indeed paid off. “So, tell me about these workouts,” I said. 
“I practiced with them in my mouth and I practiced with them in my vagina. For four days. With my mouth I’d practice in front of a mirror so I could see how much I was taking in. That took some practice. I’ve had cucumbers in my mouth so much this week, I feel like a vegetarian. But downstairs was much easier…I just put it inside me and thought about tonight. Hell, I got off three times last night and twice this morning.” 
“Are you kidding me? You did it here?” I asked. 
“Right here,” she replied. 
She rolled over to her left and opened a drawer of the night stand. She turned back to me with a big smile on her face and held up an eight-inch long cucumber.” That’s about the right size, isn’t it?” she said. She held it up to my nose. “You want to smell it?” 
I took a few sniffs. I nodded and said softly, “Show me your workout. Mouth first.” 
I could tell she was getting into it. “You really want to see it? Okay. Wait.” She popped up off the bed and into the bathroom. She turned on the tap, took a drink of water and came back and sat on the bed facing me. “Sorry,” she said, “I had to get all your cum out of my mouth. Okay, here goes. I hope I can do it, the trick is to open your throat as wide as you can.” 
Sandy seemed to take a deep breath and she pushed half of the cucumber into her mouth. She paused, her hand landed gently on my thigh, and then she started pushing it further into her mouth. She moved it inward a little at a time and swallowed it up, all of it except for the very end her fingers gripped. She pulled it out then shoved it back in to the same depth. After a few seconds she pulled it back out. She did it a couple more times and it excited me to see that big thing vanish into her throat. 
“What do you think?” she asked. 
“I think you are a much disciplined woman,” I said. “Practicing like that.” 
“Oh, shut up, I’m a Registered Nurse. You want to see more?” 
“Well of course, but I’m getting hard. I might have to fuck you again.” 
“Promises, promises,” she said. She put the vegetable between her legs, shoved it inside her inside her and glided it in and out. She sunk it all the way in. She yanked it in and out, over and over, and she grunted with each push. I watched the cucumber slide in and out of her. I was turned on watching, massaging my member when Sandy looked at me and said, “Well, are you going to fuck me or not?” 
I reached down, pulled the cucumber out of her pussy, licked it off and put it beside her on the bed. I twisted up to a position above her and she grasped my cock quickly and shoved it into her. She wrapped her legs around the back of my ass and squeezed and we fucked again. 
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In the morning I awoke as Sandy came out of the bathroom and back to bed and kissed my lips. I had a full erection, pretty much an everyday occurrence in those days. She noticed immediately, reached for it and stated, “Well, somebody’s happy this morning.” 
I said, “He must thinking about that Sandy Special.” 
She smiled and said, “Oh, he wants the Special, does he...Well listen, I’ll give you my special, but you have to give me yours.” 
With that she swung around and adjusted herself into sixty-nine position. She immediately started kissing my cock and kneading my balls and her pussy was right in front of my face. I don’t know what she did in the bathroom but she smelled and tasted sweet. I spread her lips with my fingers and sheathed her clit with my lips and licked her. She had my cock in her mouth and started doing her thing, up and down, in and out, deeper and deeper into her throat. Her finger slid into my ass with no resistance, matching the movements of her mouth. That was my cue. I tickled her ass with my left middle finger, wet with her juice, and stuck it in about an inch and kept moving it gently back and forth. I worked it in deeper and deeper and she let out a full-throated moan that was muffled by the cock in her mouth and sent a chill into my groin. We sucked with increasing speed, and then I shoved my finger all the way into her anus. She let out with a squeal and a wave of her cum washed over my mouth and face. Her body buckled, she shook a couple of times. She pulled off and out of me and in a flash was up beside me, her face close to mine. She kissed me hard but short, and said two words: “Fuck me.” 
I mashed my mouth into hers, kissing her as I rolled her onto her back. Her hand was already latched onto my dick and she fed it into her drippy slit. 
Immediately I was back inside her, slipping in and out. I pumped myself into her hard, over and over. I wanted to stick my cock into this woman as far as I could as long as I could. 
I rammed it into her. I slung my body into hers. I grunted, she groaned, she bellowed, I moaned. I kept fucking her, kept banging, but I knew I was getting close to blowing my load. I wanted to prolong this moment, so I slowed down, and I eased back into a nice slow groove. 
Sandy looked up at me with a concerned look on her face. “What’s wrong?” she asked. 
“Nothing. Everything is perfect. I’m just pacing myself…I don’t want to come too soon and spoil it for you.” Our eyes were locked, our faces inches apart. 
“I want you in my ass,” she said quietly. 
“You do?” I asked. 
“Yes, I do. I want your cock in my ass.” 
“You want me to fuck you in the ass?” I said. 
“Yes, please fuck me in my ass,” she replied. 
“You sure? I never did that before.” 
“What, do you think I’m some kind of frequent flier?” she asked playfully, then lowered her voice and sighed, “I want to feel you in my ass.” 
She pushed me slightly and I backed out of her resting on my knees. She reached over to the table and grabbed the jar of lube. She slathered it all over my dick from the balls to the tip. Then she slipped her finger into herself a couple of times for good measure. She grabbed a pillow and placed it beneath her, then spread her legs high and wide, and said, “Give it to me.” 
I grabbed my penis and placed the tip up against her rim. I was excited and swollen big and hard. I started to push it in. 
Our eyes were locked. “Go easy on me, big boy,” she said. 
I paused. “Tell me what you want me to do.” 
“You know what to do.” 
“I don’t want to hurt you.” 
“You won’t hurt me. Let’s just take our time. I want to feel every inch of you.” 
I could feel her groin pushing toward me so I pushed back against the resistance and I plunged farther in. She let out a squeaky breath so I paused.” 
“It’s okay,” she said. “Keep going.” 
She again eased herself toward me so I pressed forward. I held my cock between my thumb and fingers to steer it as I pushed it in another inch. We began a gentle rocking, exerting a muted pressure and in unison we eased my cock deeper into her. The smooth friction was intoxicating, the walls of her anus crunched around the circumference of my shaft. We continued our tender swaying back and forth. 
“How does it feel?” I asked softly. 
“Big,” was all she said at first. Her eyes looked like glazed saucers staring back at me. “How about you?” 
“Good. Good and tight.” 
“How far in are you?” 
I glanced down and said, “maybe halfway.” I slowly sped up the pace of our rocking and Sandy went with the flow. We could both feel it being absorbed deeper inside her. She reached down with her right hand and began massaging her clit, and she uttered a guttural “ugh” with each push. 
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she said, speeding us up. She rubbed her clit to full size with quicker and quicker strokes. “I can’t…believe you’re…ugh…fucking my… ass! Keep it up…ugh…honey, keep…ugh…fucking my ass!” 
Then I propelled my cock into her with a concussive force and hit home. When my balls slapped into her ass she let out with a rebel yell, and I kept it up, ramming my cock in and out of her. 
“Holy Mother of God!” she loudly exclaimed as I kept slamming into her, her ass taking me in and squeezing my cock, our slide mellower with each sweet push. “I can’t believe you’re fucking my ass. Keep fucking me. Keep fucking my ass. Jesus, I feel like there’s a brick it my ass! I can’t believe your big…fat…hard…young cock is up my…skinny… tight ass.” We kept it up for a little while. 
We moved faster still, speeding toward climax. “I’m going to come,” I grunted. 
“Yes!” she said, “come in my ass. I want to feel your hot cum. Harder! Yes! Shoot that wad into my ass.” 
That did it. I let out a raucous yelp and ejaculated my load into her ass, each spurt sending a quake through my body. 
Sandy’s left hand gripped my arm, as she rubbed herself faster. “I can feel it. Your cum. Now I’m going to…stay in me.” We rocked with each of her grunts, and then I put my hands on the cheeks of her ass and squeezed hard. After three or four constrictions she shrieked like a catamount and her pussy poured forth with her gush. 
She came with a shudder and then we were still. “Stay in me for a second.” I did. Our eyes were glued. She cracked a hint of a smile. “Wow.” 
I stayed in her a little longer, I could feel my swell lessening. Then she said, “Okay. Pull it out slow.” As I did so I could feel her sphincter contracting and expanding, and got that little eye flicker from Sandy on the way out. 
We lay back, exhausted. “Phew!” she said. 
“You are incredible,” I said. 
“I can’t believe we just did that.” 
“I can’t believe it either. You were amazing.” 
We kissed easy and soft. We parted and I said, “I’m your backdoor man.” 
She kissed me again and replied, “I’m glad I left the door unlocked.” 
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We held each other in bed for a long time without saying too much. We decided we would shower, and then I’d take her out to brunch. 
One nice thing about that condo was that it had a really large shower so there was plenty of room for both of us. We both got under the spray and started soaping up. After a minute or two she told me to turn around and she would wash my back. 
She started with my shoulders and slowly moved down my arms and back. She worked my lower back and then was lathering my butt. She took her time massaging my cheeks and made sure to run a finger through my crack a few times. I was already getting hard when her arms slipped around me and she started massaging my cock and balls with both hands. 
“I think it’s time I washed this, don’t you?” 
I turned around and kissed her, pressing my new stiffness against her. We parted and she lathered her hands into a rich foam and resumed my dickwash. Her right hand cupped my scrotum and she kneaded my nuts like they were pair of Chinese exercise balls. Her left hand was around my cock sliding up and down on the surface of slick soap. She felt me swell in her hand. 
Sandy looked up into my eyes and asked, “Would you like to wash me?” 
By this time I was rock solid and said, “I’d like to wash you with my cock.” 
Our eyes still fixed, she softly said, “That’s what I meant.” 
“Put me in,” I said. 
I adjusted my height and she slipped me into her. I put my hands on her ass and lifted her, and with a little hop she locked her legs around me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I leaned her back against the wet wall and pushed. 
I held her, slipping and sliding in and out, and Sandy grunted with each exertion, wanting it all. I slipped a sudsy finger in her ass, which she welcomed. 
“Yes!” she hissed. “You’re cleaning my pussy with your cock and finger-fucking my ass! You know how to clean me. You know how to fuck me.” 
Whenever she talked like that I got more excited, and she knew it, so I picked it up a notch. I fucked her harder and she fucked back. I launched my dick into her while her arms, legs and pussy all pinched and squeezed in unison with each soapy swing. I kept sticking her. I wanted to drive her through the wall. 
Sandy was making more and more noise so I knew she was about to erupt. “Fuck,” she squealed. “Oh God, I never fucked so much. Give it to me. Keep fucking me.” 
I adjusted my hand and slipped a second finger into her asshole and Sandy yelped. “Yes!” she cried. “Clean my ass while you’re fucking me!” 
I pushed my fingers deep into her ass each time I slammed my dick into her pussy. I wanted to touch myself. 
Her yelps got louder and she let out her by-now-familiar scream that I muffled with my mouth. I kept pushing, knowing I was close to release. 
“I was half breathless and panted, “I cleaned you out, now I’m gonna fill you up.” 
“Yes. Ugh… Fill my fresh, clean twat with some fresh cum.” 
God did I. With a final giant thwack of her skin against the wet wall, I detonated my payload. I quivered and shivered over and over inside her arms, between her legs, and in the spell of her pleasure. 
Once I settled, with Sandy still pinned to the wall, I kissed her. “You can put me down now,” she said. We laughed and we unlatched. 
We kissed again and I couldn’t resist holding her tit. She slapped my hand away. “Stop that or we’ll never finish this shower. And take that ornery penis of yours out of here before it gets itself into more trouble.” 
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I took Sandy to brunch and it was a very relaxed and pleasant time. We had a nice table overlooking the ocean. Like two playful lovers on a holiday, we joked about how odd it felt to have clothes on, how sore we both were, and at one point Sandy even poked her foot between my legs and asked, ‘How is the sausage?’ But over the course of the meal I think we both could feel the vibe changing because we both knew the end was near. 
I drove her back to her condo and pulled into the lot. There were only a few cars in the lot, but I parked the car a few spaces away for a little privacy for our goodbyes, and I put the gearshift in park. 
We both turned toward each other. 
“Rob, thank you so much for a wonderful night,” she said. 
“No, thank you. It was incredible. You were incredible.” 
We kissed a long, soft kiss, and I fondled her right breast in my left hand. Our tongues said goodbye with a slow, silky dance, my penis starting to get turgid. We parted and Sandy looked into my eyes. 
“No one can ever find out about this,” she said. 
I replied, “No one would ever believe it.” 
With that said we kissed some more, my hand on her breast, and after a few seconds she let her right hand settle on my crotch. 
“Good Lord, Rob, is that thing hard again?” she said with mock surprise. “Well, what the hell, let’s get one last look at the little monster.” She unsnapped me, unzipped me and yanked open my fly as far as it would go. She threaded it through the slit in my boxers and began lightly rubbing it. Then she got a pensive look on her face and she started to talk. 
“You know, when you came down here last night I had no idea how it was going to turn out. And even in the restaurant after I came in my pants and we were walking back I still had no idea if I would get you upstairs. But I decided then that if I did, I was going to be the best piece of ass you ever had in your life.” 
I started to say something but she hushed me. Her hand still embraced my erection with a sweet rocking caress, and she continued. 
“This place will never be quite the same, that bedroom has a whole new meaning. When I’m in that bed the memory I am going to have is of your head between my thighs and your tongue inside me. And I’ll think of the time when you stood up and dropped your pants and I saw your little monster spring out, I believe my eyes were probably bulging out of my head because I wanted it and now I knew I was going to get it. I will remember you on top of me, kissing me, fucking me; it was almost like a dream. And then we were having fun with the cucumber, and laughing, and I knew….I knew what I was going to do next, and was surprised at how much I wanted to do it. I’ll remember the feeling of your cock in my mouth, all of it. I still can’t believe I did that, but I did. I’ll remember the Sandy Special, and from now on the number 69 will remind me of you. 
“And when I’m in that bed with Rick, I’ll never forget it, but he’ll never know that in that same bed you assfucked his wife. And Jill will probably use that shower hundreds of times and never have a clue that you and I stood in there together and I washed you and I held your soapy cock and balls in my hands. She’ll never know how much I wanted you, she’ll never know how many ways I had you, she’ll never know her ex-husband fucked her mother and pounded her up against the wall. 
“But you know what? I don’t regret any of it,” she said, looking at me with glassy eyes. “It was fun being your slut for night.” 
She looked down at her hand around my cock and increased the speed of her strokes. In our silence she stroked me, hard with revelation, and soon I let go with a groan, and my jizz flew in spurts onto my pants and shirt. 
After a moment or two Sandy dipped a dab of semen off of the head of my cock with her forefinger and put it in her mouth. 
“Well, thanks again for one hell of a night. But I really need to go now,” she said. Then she leaned in, gave me a quick kiss on the lips, and with her little wink said, “I have to go change my panties.” 
Then she was out of the car and she walked over to the building, up the stairs, and disappeared onto the second floor without looking back. And I was left with my dick hanging out and a mess to clean up. 
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Two days later when I arrived home from work there was a brown paper sack on my front porch with my name written on it. I unlocked the door and went into the kitchen. I put my briefcase on the floor and the bag on the table. Inside the bag was a gift-wrapped package and hand-written note. I read the note first: 
R.- 
I stopped by on the way home from the beach but missed you. I was going to give you the Special but I guess it was not to be. Maybe next time. Thanks again for an unforgettable night. I’m leaving you a small gift as a memento…Take care. 
- S. 
p.s. If Denise gets a visit from the backdoor man, I hope she lets 
him in. I know I’m glad I did. 
I put down the note and picked up the package, tore off the paper and opened the box. I removed the tissue paper and at the bottom found two items: a pair of her panties and the cucumber. I lifted the panties to my nostrils and breathed in the aroma of her sweet funk. 
I never saw Sandy, or ever spoke to her again. I’m sure she felt, rightly so, that it would have been far too risky and that we could never top that first night anyway. 
She was left with just a memory, but she left me with more than that. The cucumber died a slow, natural death, but I kept those panties for a long time.

Leo 2 November 15, 2018

15Nov2018

Leo 0 November 15, 2018

Once my husband had an invitation to attend an important congregation of commercial photographers. He wanted me to look at my absolute best on that evening which was a week away. Now, I look tempting for a 28 yr old. I am 5 ft 7”, 36c 30 38 and fair. He wanted me to dress up for the occasion. So, I reached my friend anisha for suggestions. She mentioned about the salim tailors. She said that the place was *popular* among women and strongly advised me to try it. She finished the statement with a ‘wink’ in her eyes which confounded me a bit, but I didn’t take it serious by then. 
I decided to try this place. On a hot and sultry June afternoon I managed to find the tailor shop, after shopping my saree and the matching blouse piece. I was sweating by the time I reached the tailor shop, so the cool air from the air conditioning was a great relief when I entered. I was greeted by a 14 to 15 year old boy. “hello taneesha madam …please sit down, uncle is busy inside – he’ll be back in a minute “. I smiled at him and sat in the comfortable leather chair and relaxed and was skimming through one of the many magazines for women, particularly the one’s concerning women fashion. I was thinking to myself, ‘ very thoughtful of the owner of the…’– my thought-train was disturbed by a “good afternoon taneesha madam.” I looked up to see a nicely dressed gentleman with a pleasant smile. I nodded and got up. He said “I am salim. What can we do for you?” I told him “I need to stitch a blouse – in some modern style. I need to wear it for a special occasion”. He looked at me appraisingly from head to toe and remarked, “we can transform you from an angel that you are right now, to a goddess!”. I laughed at the comment. He said, ‘I haven’t seen you here before taneesha madam…”. I said ‘my friend anisha directed me here’. He said… ‘Oh Mrs. Anisha, she is one of our special customers. I am glad ‘. And ‘winked’ at me meaningfully. 
Okay, what style do you want the blouse to be?’ I looked at him blankly. He nodded assuring and walked to his desk, brought back 
A book with a variety of blouse models and told me to take my time.’ I will be around. Give me a shout when you have made your choice’ and walked away. I was flipping through the pages of the book, clearly overwhelmed by the number of varieties available. He sited my problem after a while, came back to me and said ‘may be I could help’. I really needed some help. So I nodded. He took the book from me, shuffled some pages and stopped at one and showed me a back open model tied with laces. ‘This is the best model around in town as of today if you are willing to wear this type, it’ll accentuate your beauty’. He suddenly stopped. ‘I suppose you are married taneesha madam…, he trailed off his sentence coated with concern. Still mesmerized by the model, I was replying absently ‘it’s the idea of my brother husband that I need to look my best on one of his special occasions’. That was enough encouragement for him and he said, ‘ leave the worrying to us and as I said, we will transform you’. He took the bag with new blouse from me with all the right without asking me and started inspecting the blouse piece and started at my boobs for a few seconds and remarked – ‘this one would be wonderful on you taneesha madam.. Please come in. We shall take the measurements’. 
I stood up and noticed that he was taking a peek my navel through the pallu during that fraction of a second. Despite being shy and all that I normally wear my saree low-hip. So he must have had a good ‘preview’ and he was possibly dreaming about what was about to come. He got up quickly and led me to his ‘back-office’. There was some mild classical music playing in the background and the atmosphere was nice. As I was entering I told him about my total inexperience about stitching blouses outside and me doing it by myself till now. ‘Oh very good. Relax taneesha madam. You are at the right place’ he said. He called his cousin, the little boy too for help and took the inch tape and came to me. I was surprised at first and asked him quite innocently;’ don’t you have women working in your place to take measurements??’ For which he laughed and said ‘oh no, we have two, but unfortunately they are off at the moment’ and he continued with the same sugar coated voice, ‘but don’t worry taneesha madam. This is absolutely normal these days. Men are taking measurements everywhere.’ I felt a bit stupid for asking that question and quickly nodded and tried a smile. 
Okay, so shall we start?’ With that he came close to me and put the tape around my neck and secured it & took my neck measurement and mumbled some numbers which Mahesh (his cousin) scribbled down in his pad. Then , he said ‘taneesha madam , now we shall lower your pallu a bit..’ and without waiting for my permission , gently took my pallu from my shoulder and dropped it down !! – still looking straight to my face. I was partly shocked and almost paralyzed for a few seconds. My first thoughts were, damn, why didn’t I pin-up the pallu the way I usually do? I recovered, and was trying to reach for my pallu and was about to bend down. He stopped me with his hands very gently on my shoulder and said – ‘relax taneesha madam … Please, how can we take measurements without lowering your pallu? ‘He was smiling at me with full confidence and I was defeated by his thorough professionalism. I was thinking, ‘after all, he is doing his job’ and agreed. (perhaps this was a mistake). I noticed Mahesh’s eyeballs were almost popping out looking at my boobs and exposed navel. I was thoroughly flushed and shifted a bit. Noticing my discomfort, salim sent Mahesh to bring some water… I relaxed a bit. 
Salim stood in front of me, ‘ taneesha madam please lift your hands over your head.’. I did so. He came close to me; put the tape around me to take the base measurement. He brought the tape in front, circled it close the base of my breasts and tightened it now securely. By then Mahesh was back with the water jug and took his pad to take down the measurement. Salim uttered – ’36’ and Mahesh wrote it down. Mahesh… Come I’ll show you this… While he was saying this his fingers were brushing against the underside of my breasts nonchalantly. I was beginning to get worried a bit and excited a little. Mahesh came close and was intensely looking at my breasts for a while instead of the tape and its position. Salim went on, ‘that’s the way to measure the base, but taneesha madam is wearing her blouse very loose for the back open model so we need to tighten the measurements a bit more..’ and with that he inserted one finger on each breast and lifted it up a bit gently and inserted the tape as deep as it can tightened it.. ‘See the difference? It is now 35.5?!’ Mahesh seemed to be at his learning best and was nodding furiously. Mahesh asked, “uncle. how did you find that it’s too loose?” salim said ´watch it now´, and with that he inserted his fingers under the material of the blouse. his cold fingers brushed my skin and made me shiver a bit. His fingers crept up to touch the base of my left boob to demonstrate how loose my blouse was!! I wished I hadn’t let him do that little demo. 
In spite of shamefully exposing my breasts to 2 strangers I was getting turned on a bit. My brown nipples underneath the blouse were betraying me already. I can feel them getting erected with salim’s fingers gently and subtly fondling the underside of my breast all in the pretext of shifting and re-positioning the tapes- very professionally indeed. Mahesh asked, ‘ uncle, could I please take the next measurement then?’ Salim nodded to him without even looking at me. He removed the tape out and handed it to Mahesh and said ‘ now go behind taneesha madam and marking the centre of her back align the tape to the centre of her blouse in the front side (he professionally avoided using the word breasts or any of its equivalent!!) To measure the cup-size’. With a triumphant look of a kid that earned a candy bar, Mahesh took the inch tape and inched closer to me. He circled it behind me while salim stepped aside and watched him carefully. Mahesh’s hands were still cold from holding the jug containing cold water. When his fingers rested on my back to place the tape I could feel the chillness reaching through my blouse to my spine. I shivered a bit. He meticulously brought the tape around me and rested it on the centre. He was happy with the progress he made so far and was shifting the tape slightly up & down right over my now erect nipples. I was watching him do that to me with hands lifted above. At one point he came close to my armpit to check the tape and smelt the mixed aroma of my sweat and perfume and sniffed a bit so openly making me feel uncomfortable. Now salim told him to tighten the tape saying that the positioning is correct. He tightened it to the point of obscenely pressing my boobs and lingered his fingers over the tape right on my pointed right nipple studying it closely. I felt like dying out of shame right there, since, if not anything – because of all this, my nipples were getting stiffer by the minute and both the men can clearly see this from the close range through my translucent blouse. All I could do was shut my eyes tight which I did. I feebly said… ‘Could you finish it up soon?’ Salim answered with his now trademark coolness..’ relax taneesha madam, we will do a pucca & perfect job for you..’ with that he took over from Mahesh and proceeded to take the actual measurements saying , ‘when it comes to reading the tape – I trust my own eyes and nothing else!’ – another display of professionalism to make me feel *better*… (instead he was succeeding in making me *wetter* down there!).of course he hadn’t failed to caress both my nipples – first gently and then with some pressure on. 
He took the tape off and told the measurement to Mahesh.’I have an idea taneesha madam, Mahesh bring that model piece back-less one from the store’. With that he sent Mahesh. He said, ‘taneesha madam, you have to try one of these models to verify the shape and size. After measuring your sizes, I just remembered that I have something of almost the same size.’ Mahesh just came back with the blouse.’ taneesha madam try this please… ‘He handed me a nice looking silky backless blouse with lots of strings. I felt that it was a fair thing to try that stuff to get a first hand feel about it before deciding to go for the model .’taneesha madam here is our try room’, he showed me to a small room. There were just mirrors and nothing else on all sides. When he saw me looking at the mirrors, with a smile, he said ‘for y (our) viewing pleasure’. And turned to leave, and absently mentioned to me – ‘oh taneesha madam, to get the correct picture please try it without your brassiere, and careful pls… The floor is wet still… Mahesh just cleaned it ‘. With that salim left. 
When I locked the room first thing, I took my pallu off the shoulder, but realized that I couldn’t drop it on the floor, so I bunched it up and tucked it in my hip and continued to unhook my blouse. I managed to remove my blouse off completely and only then realized that there isn’t any place in that room to hang it. I was first surprised then annoyed. I opened the door to peek my head out. I couldn’t find anyone. I was wondering what to do. After a few seconds Mahesh came by and looked amused to see my head popping out of the change room and came towards me. ‘Any problem taneesha madam?’ he asked. I told him about the lack of hangers and he replied that the carpenter had taken the hanger out with him for some repair that morning and smiled at me. ‘I can take the blouse and hang it in the cup-board next door if u want’ he offered. I thought about it a bit. ‘Don’t worry taneesha madam … It’s only next door’, he added with an outstretched hand. I sighed and handed him my blouse. He took and was standing still there. I looked at him questioningly. He said ‘your brassiere too …. Taneesha madam’. I thought for a bit now… I was very reluctant to give away my brassiere, at the same time there wasn’t a place I could keep it without spoiling it and making it wet & dirty. He told once again, ‘it is okay taneesha madam and gave a big smile ‘. I told him to wait and closed the door and unsnapped the hook at the back and took it off, opened the door covering myself with the pallu and peeked my head out to see him standing right at the door close to me. ‘Here … I gave him the bra and noticed that he was looking beyond me at the mirror while taking it from me. He was getting an eyeful of the side view of my naked boob from the side through the reflection from one of the mirrors behind me and was smiling (thinking of his fortune perhaps). I had shut the door quickly. 
I lowered my pallu, wrapped it one more time around and tucked it on my hip. I started trying this model blouse and just then noticed that I would definitely need a second pair of hands to secure all those knots at my back. I managed to wear both the shoulders of the blouse and was thinking about what to do to tie it from behind. About the same time, there was a knock on the door and salim asked from outside if everything was fine. I said I am having a problem and opened the door to peek my head out. ‘I don’t know how to tie these….and let the sentence trail. He nodded understandingly and pushed the door wider saying ‘ here… Let me help you. This is typical problem with backless ones’ and came in. He told me to turn around and presumably looked engrossed in his work while trying to tie the knots on my bare back… His hands were all over my bare back in his attempt to tie zig sag knots. He was trying to pull the last 2 strings together and since it was too tight making me vince in pain a bit. ‘Am sorry taneesha madam’. He said, ‘it is too tight. My mistake ‘ he was undoing the knots while speaking, ‘I shall bring the next size in a min.’, but for that I need the current size as they are almost the same ‘ and with that in one whisk he turned me around to face him and tugged the tight choli off my shoulder in one surprisingly quick motion and it came down to my braces in his powerful yank. He gently took the silk blouse off me leaving me standing in daze. He made no attempt to look at my naked breasts as I shrieked and covered them up, ad stood there dumb. He left the room before I said anything. I was confused by this and thought that he must be a true gentleman and these must have been a part of his day to day job. He came back in a few seconds with another blouse and knocked and entered. He smiled at me when he saw me standing with my hands covering my naked breasts and placed the choli and on my shoulder and went out. I was in an internal turmoil of emotions by now and my senses were shamefully in fire. I meekly called him after I wore it on my shoulders. I just noticed that this one was sleeveless. He came in with no formalities and with a busy smile and directly walked behind me and dutifully tied the knots. It fitted me perfectly and he told me to look at myself in the mirror on all sides. Not to mention, the knots were clinging to my flesh and there were small folds of flesh formed on either side of each knot. 4 of them in total in zig sag array. He stepped behind and admired his handy work. He told me to wear the pallu over me. Till then having forgotten all about it, a new rush of shame filled in me; I took the pallu and put it over the saree. He adjusted it a bit here and there. He said,’ you look very nice and sexy taneesha madam, you may have to expose some more in the hip region to look more appealing. ‘One second pls’ and he started lowering my saree frills just below navel a bit more than what it was already , ‘the frills should begin by at least an inch below navel… And you have a nice deep one to show off proudly and make of fleet of gentlemen raise their eye-brows and women burn with envy… ‘(Like I said this guy knows to talk. 
Now, he went back2 steps and looked at me for a while… “one thing is missing taneesha madam, rather in excess” (he smiled)…. “you need to shave your armpits really smooth”. I was a bit confused and lifted my hand and showed him… “isn’t this good enough?” he came closer and with a broad smile on his face ran his palm along my shaven arm pit. This made me giggle a bit and more horny. He nodded negative saying that it could compete with a 2 days unshaven stub of a guy. That remark made me flush. I found myself saying… “but I just shaved it this morning… “and trailed the sentence. He said “I shall show you the real equipment.” and opened the door and was back in a flash “here … Look at this taneesha madam. Ultra modern tri-top razor for women… And imported cream. As a matter of fact the whole set is imported and the ultra smoothness lasts for days. Want to try??” He looked at me too businesslike with the offer. I was amazes at the equipment kit and ashamed at the thought of shaving my armpit at the tailor’s. Sensing my unsteadiness salim kicked in… “please turn taneesha madam …” he urged, not giving me a chance to respond. Then quickly untied the knots. I asked “what are you doing?”… Confused. He looked puzzled … “preparing you taneesha madam” and smiled… “but where is the bathroom… I shall do it there…” “oh no, this is an expensive set of equipment, so please leave it to the master to handle it” while saying that he had managed to untie the knots completely and was pulling the blouse off me while I stood daze stuck. He took the blouse from me while I covered myself with pallu withy a feeling I had felt never before looked at him. He walked out of the room with the blouse saying that he will bring some water. While he came back with the water, predictably the blouse was missing and this time he didn’t bother knocking. I was hand inspecting my armpit and was caught off guard. He smiled at me and came closer and took my right hand gently and lifted it over me. His face was so close to my armpits and pallu covered boobs. Pls hold it there… He started applying some water and expertly made the region wet. Slowly and smoothly applied the cream on my underarm area. It was a soft and different feeling. Many a times his hands brushed on to the sides of my naked boobs. He started shaving my right armpit and since it was just shaved in the morning it didn’t take long. But every now and then his palm completely rested on my bade boobs and the base of his palm was pressing against my now 100% pointed right nipple. He was done with my right armpit and wiped it dry and told me to feel it. I was feeling it with my left hand at the same time he was coming around me to the other side and accidentally brushed against my back and I could not only feel how nice and smooth armpit was but also could feel how rock hard his erection was behind his baggie hidden trousers. I was in a way relieved to think that he is after all human too and suppressed a little smile. He told me to lift the other hand and did the same to it taking his time and using the opportunities to brush against my pallu covered naked breast. 
He was just about done with his shaving and was picking up his tools while he accidentally noticed my navel. He came close to it and bent down and was on his knees all of a sudden studying it close moving my pallu aside. I asked him “what is the matter? ” he said “I can see a brow of hair line going down from your navel . ” he started tracing it … ” see here ” I bent down to see what he meant and nodded. “we shall remove that as well to make this area soft and more appealing, please come with me”. I said… ” no please that won’t be needed…” he stared at me…” let’s make ivory skin of velvet texture taneesha madam”, “your my brother husband will be very proud of you. Please don’t say no… Come with me “and with that he took my hand and took me out of the room of mirrors topless, my pallu was only partly covering my boobs and the typically wide eyed Mahesh now had his eyes turned to globes almost as big as my melons staring at them, while I walked by him… I did my best to retain my modesty (if there is any left by now). He took me to an adjacent room where there was a cheap cot and told me to lie down. I was very reluctant and tried to back out as I didn’t like the setup. The door was open and Mahesh could clearly see from his chair what would happen here. I told him with half tone before sitting on the cot “the door…” salim said…”don’t worry taneesha madam no one will come” and pressed my shoulder to make me lie down. The table was looking more like examination table to my imagination. When I turn my head to my side, I could see salim’s hard on clear now close to my face. He made me lie down on my back and moved my pallu aside and bared my tummy completely. He was rubbing his palm in the exposed region below my navel to get the feel of the area. 
“okay we shall start taneesha madam. Oh this water is dirty already Mahesh! Bring some water …” with that his one hand rested on my saree frills while the other pressed my tummy with some pressure to create a gap… And whiff… He pulled my saree frills as a bunch completely off my hip and out of the petticoat. I shrieked aloud with shock and excitement. “what are you doing!!!!!?? Why did you take my saree off me?? Why do you call Mahesh?” in my confused state I didn’t know what to ask for… Since too much happened at the same time. The next instance I could see Mahesh with the water jug by my side staring at my shapely boobs by the side of pallu which had considerably moved off its position because of the force with which the saree was pulled off. 
“I was eaten alive with shame as 2 strangers were having a feast staring at my naked boobs in such a close proximity and I could do nothing much. I covered my boobs with the pallu quickly once again, at the same time salim’s smooth hands glibly untied my petticoat knot. For a fleeting moment I missed it until his other hand that was pressing my navel before… Stated pushing my petticoat down my hip… I shut my eyes tight and shouted “stoop please”… It was too late and salim had brought it down a bit too far and exposed my private for a brief moment. “sorry taneesha madam I didn’t realize that you were not wearing anything inside” … And he drew the petticoat just enough to cover the region. 
He started sprinkling water to the region below my navel and it was a bit cold… I shivered a bit and my eyes still shut tight with embarrassment. I could feel the presence of Mahesh so close to my breasts while salim was applying the cream now softly over the skin below my navel and the brush was reaching dangerously low close to my pussy. I was thoroughly shaken by the events so far and almost close to my climax with all that happened so far. My body was writhing with excitement as salim started to shave that area between my petticoat and navel. I close my eyes with my hands tightly with shame and excitement. Salim’s hand was resting on my navel for balance while he shaved with the other. He didn’t miss the opportunity to insert his finger as deep as it could get in my deep navel and gently tickled it by shaking back and forth. He was soon finished with his work there and wiped it with a clean cloth and ran his hand along there and murmured” “feels nice” and started drawing a line from my belly downwards till he reached my petticoat. “taneesha madam from your belly till here bush (he poked to make an emphasis and made me jerk) it is very clean… But I just noticed that you are sporting a bush below this point…”” we shall launch our lawn mover operation “… With that he gripped the loose petticoat around my waist and began pulling it down, together with my saree… “I had mustered all the resistance I had and said a meek …”no pls” (which even I didn’t hear properly) and heeding to his sudden force lifted my hip slightly to bid my petticoat farewell. He managed to pull my saree and petticoat completely off me in a matter of seconds. I felt my last stitch of clothing travel past my thigh reach the knees and off me. 
“Mahesh … Put taneesha madam’s saree and petticoat together with the rest of her dresses”, I slightly opened my eyes to see Mahesh grinning and taking my clothes away from the room and vanishing and salim intently studying my pubic area. “taneesha madam you have a very nice structure”. I had kept my thigh as close and as tight as possible and lying there very conscious that I am totally nude in a broad day light in front 2 strangers. My pussy was so dripping wet, I was ashamed to even think what would happen if it is touched now… Salim gently but with some force started spreading my thigh apart and made a “cluck” sound after looking my vagina. “taneesha madam we are going to make it 10 times nicer… relax”. With that he was in business and I lied with my hands covering my already tightly closed eyes. 
“suddenly I heard another pair of footsteps… Coming close to my face (must be Mahesh), salim sprinkled the water and started lathering the hair in that area extra lavishly taking time… I was thoroughly excited and was getting turned on more by the minute. He started shaving off the hair above and the sides of the lip region and was carefully shaving the region below. Half way through he spread the lips wider with his fingers. “hmm nice pink flesh taneesha madam”. With that he started stroking my clit just above the lips… First gently and then with force. He kneaded it with his fingers and pinched the clit. It was too much for me and I arched my hip on air and moaned aloud. I was at the verge of coming but felt that a pair of hands over my head reaching over me and grabbing my bare boobs. I gasped to find that the pair of small hands pinched my nipples. My nipples were pinched in tandem with the kneading of my clit by salim and let myself out with a loud cry. With my hip held high up and my nipples and clit being treated good salim’s other had using the opportunity to trace a line along my butt crevice while I was cumming. This made me go crazy and what seemed to be an eternity I continued cumming for about a full minute and half or two I suppose. Salim’s hand was very vet with my juices flowing across and he came by my side and took my hands off my eyes. I was lying still collapsed. Please turn around taneesha madam. I nodded and turned. Mahesh was grinning wide and standing by my side. He was sporting a hard on as well which was now casually brushing my cheeks over his half trousers. Salim resumed his position and spread my thighs wide again and continued to later my butt hole. “I am going to clean this region also taneesha madam and make it hair-less” and he started applying his razor with great care to take the hair off the region and at one point he called Mahesh for help. I was wondering what would be that… And I soon found out. Mahesh was opening my butt cheeks and spreading it wide while salim applied the lotion there in the hole. It was so humiliating, yet exciting. I felt my body responding for another session. Salim was slowly inserting his already wet finger now in to my butt cheeks while I jerked and shrieked an “loops”. His finger found the spot and was slowly moving in and Mahesh released my butt cheeks and came in front. He tried to insert his hands to reach for my boobs, but found it a bit difficult as I decided to throw a little challenge. He seemed to think a few seconds and dug his 10 fingers simultaneously on either side of my hip and started tickling me. At the same time salim inserted his other hand into my lips deep and started moving his fingers from both hands in and out of my butt and pussy. The tickling and fingering at the same time was too much and I yielded to Mahesh, he reached for my boobs and cupped them. He caressed the left one while pinching the right nipple gently, the whole set up was too much and salim pulled me up so I rested on my knees and my butt was in the air. After a few minutes of persistent fingering of my butt and pussy and fondling of my big melons I was building to another orgasm and was reaching pretty close to it. A few moments before the height if it salim abruptly removed his hands and taking the cue, So did Mahesh. 
I was confused and breathless. Salim smiled at me sitting on the table confused. He slowly started undressing. He nodded at Mahesh and he left the room locking the door. I was in such a state at that point; I could do anything to end that mounting climax. It was too depressing. When salim took off his trouser I could see a nice thick one behind his boxers. He pushed his boxer slowly off his hip and his stiff cock sprang out… I was mesmerized and was staring at it. He came closer to me and took my hand and let me hold it. I ran my fingers along the shaft and glided them down towards his balls. And cupped his balls and squeezed it gently. I ran my other hand to the tip of the shaft and started drawing circles very gently. Within seconds I could feel my hand wet with the pre-cum. He smiled and brought my head below. I bent down to kiss it while holding his stiff ass cheeks with my hands on wither side. He surprised me with a force and pushed my head towards his cock and made me take ‘his’ in my mouth. I ran my tongue along it. Still in the trance. I flicked my tongue in and around the tip of his shaft. It was thick and hard as rock. I was completely complying with my bodily needs; he was cupping my soft melons now and resting his hands on my nipples. He was fingering them gently and pressing my boobs while I was slowly sucking his cock in and out. After a few minutes of this he sensed his mounting feeling and stopped me. He removed his cock from my mouth, went to the corner of the room and came back slowly unwrapping a condom. It was strangely turning me on to see a fully grown man butt naked walking towards me with a stiff hard on. (I had never seen my brother husband that way) I was waiting with a peculiar never-had-before anticipation. 
He told me to bend down and rest on all fours on the floor. “let’s do something different taneesha madam”… With that he knelt behind me and grabbed my ass cheeks and inserted my pussy from behind in doggie style. That was another surprise to me. The mounted me with such expertise that I felt like I was doing in that position for ages… He started humping me gently holding my butt and I was supporting myself with my hands on the ground. After a few strokes he started doing it with force and came closer to my body from behind and held my hanging breasts from either side and started squeezing. I started moaning aloud…. Very loud now as I hadn’t experienced this type of feeling excitement ever before. With each hump from him I could feel ‘it’ building inside me… Steadily. 
I could hear myself shouting ‘aah’ aah aah aah aahaaah aah aaaah aah aaaah…. And him slapping my butt chaaaap…. Chaapppp… Now and then, This was so kinky yet an incredible turn on for me and I could feel the mounting orgasm by the minute. He squeezed my boobs with one hand and somehow managed to finger my butt hole at the same time while he was humping… After mounting and for what seemed forever I felt his body stiffen suddenly and he held me like a strong guerilla and humped with a high speed. I sensed him cumming and I was at the verge as well… While he stiffened and shot in me I let out a loud moan at the same time (this is entirely new to me) I was cumming at around the same time and I realized I was moaning and jerking for a long moment even after he was done before collapsing. I dropped on the floor dripping in sweat. 
Salim let me lay in the position for a little while and lifted me gently with smile on his face, he took me to the shower annexed and let me take a hot steaming shower. I had a long relaxed steam bath and when I was done I wiped myself dry with a towel there and opened the door. Salim was dressed by then and waiting for me with my clothes. He took the towel from me and produced a camera “for my memories taneesha madam…” I was in no mood to resist now and he quickly snapped one with even a little smile on my face. He let me dress up all the while watching me at the various stages of (un)dressing. 
He told me “we shall see us next time taneesha madam… Pls collect your blouse the day after tomorrow, let us do a trial … And I hope you would have a nice time at the party with your friends “… With the he waved me good bye… With a meaningful smile. I just left the place thinking about my friend anisha’s remark why this place could be ** popular ** among women!! Waiting for your reply Taneesha.

Leo 0 November 15, 2018

15Nov2018

Leo 0 November 15, 2018

“You’re such a priss, Erica,” Jenna said snidely. 
“Oh my God, no I’m not,” she squealed while giving everyone at our lunchroom table an appalled look. “I’m not a priss because I don’t like the taste of it,” she said defensively. 
“You've been with how many guys, and you still won’t swallow it? That makes you a priss in my book,” Jenna shot back. 
“I take care of my boyfriend, and trust me, he has no complaints,” Erica retorted. 
“You’re lucky he goes to San Dimas and not here, otherwise, he’d be mine by now,” Jenna said, a sly smile crossing her lips, while she gauged Erica’s reaction to her thinly veiled threat. 
I listened intently and wisely kept my mouth shut while pretending to pick at my disgusting cafeteria chef salad. When the two biggest sows in the pigpen decide to fight, the smartest move was to stay out of their way, lest you get caught in the ensuing collateral damage. Just the threat of stealing your best friends’ man was shocking to me. However, everyone seated at the table knew Jenna was just vile enough to do it. 
“What do you think Danielle?” Erica said, in an attempt to deflect some of the flak away from herself and possibly redirect it elsewhere. 
I watched as Danielle looked at Jenna apprehensively. I could tell she didn't appreciate being drug into the middle of this seminal squabble. 
“Well… it’s not something I particularly enjoy. However, I don’t despise the taste enough not to do it,” Danielle said, diplomatically. 
“See I told you…” 
BZZZZ. The bell rang which cut Jenna off and announced that lunchtime was over and we needed to begin making our way to fifth period. 
“Tomorrow we’ll have to get Mel’s opinion on this subject,” Jenna smirkingly said. 
I looked down blushing while Erica gave me a condescending sneer. 
Danielle shot both of them a ‘back off’ look which immediately shut them up and ended their little joke at my expense. 
“Don’t listen to them Melanie. C’mon, let's get to class,” Danielle said, as she took the lunch tray out of my hand and dumped it into the garbage can. 
I watched as Jenna and Erica whispered and giggled under their breath while walking away from us and towards their next class. 
I was so fed up with their snide little comments. Two weeks earlier I had made the mistake of admitting to them that I was still a virgin and since that fateful day, they talked about nothing but boys and sex during our entire lunch break. 
Danielle and I silently walked out of the lunchroom and down the hall towards our fifth-period math class. I was still fuming and I knew I was going to be in a foul mood for the rest of the day. 
“Don't let what they said bother you, okay?” Danielle said as we walked towards our class. 
“That's easy for you to say, you've done all the things they're talking about.” 
“You're not as old as we are Mel and you have plenty of time to do that when you're ready.” 
“They talk to me as if I was a child though and you don’t what that feels like.” 
“They’re bitches and you can't let what they say affect you like this.” 
“Yeah right, you’re the most popular girl in school who's dating the star quarterback, you have it made.” 
She shook her head and gave me an exasperated look. 
“You’re lucky I like you and you help me with math, otherwise I'd be kicking your stubborn little ass,” she said while giving me a big smile and a little hug. 
Danielle was my best friend and she looked out for me like the big sister I never had. 
This was the counselor's fault anyway, I reasoned. At the beginning of the year, I was told that I had really high test scores in math and our counselor wanted to place me in a math class with the older students. Unfortunately, that also meant that I had to eat lunch with them which subjected me to this daily torment of cafeteria sex talk. Unlike math, sex was a subject that I knew very little about. 
Even though they were raging bitches, Jenna and Erica were two of the most popular girls in school. Jenna was captain of the cheerleaders and Erica was her nasty little minion. Even though I despised them for the way they treated me, I also envied them because they were just so damned refined and sophisticated. They only wore the best clothes, went to the best parties, and dated the most popular guys. They were ten rungs ahead of me on the social ladder and it felt like I’d need a decade to catch up with them. 
The only bright spot in my miserable existence was Danielle. Because she was the star point guard on our school's basketball team, she was incredibly popular. Yet, she didn't use her popularity to hurt people like Jenna and Erica did and I admired her so much for that. 
On the first day of math class, we sat together and she secretly confided in me that she struggled in math and asked for my help. I guess she thought she owed me because she constantly looked out for me whenever we were together, like today, when Jenna and Erica were picking on me. 
I knew that if I was going to be accepted into their little social group and be popular like they were, I had to lose my virginity. Unfortunately, that presented me with another problem. Even though they were popular; Jenna, Erica, and even Danielle had reputations of being very ummm… slutty. The guys at school had really big mouths and the minute they got a girl into bed, they bragged about it to all their friends, and within hours, everyone knew. 
There had to be a way to have sex and get the experience I wanted without everyone knowing about it. This was just like one of those complicated math problems I had to solve every day. I just had to think about it for a while and then come up with the solution. 
********** 
“How was your day today honey?” My Mom said as I walked through the door. 
These bitches at school were ridiculing me, Mom. How was yours? 
“It was okay, I guess.” 
“How did you do on that big math test you told me about?” 
I rolled my eyes. 
“I did fine Mom.” 
She gave me a stern look. 
“You know I hate it when you do that.” 
“Sorry.” 
Just then, we heard a loud crash that came from the back yard. 
“Darn those boys, I've already told them twice to be careful out there.” 
They're assholes Mom, what do you expect? 
“You know how they are when their friends come over and they're playing basketball.” 
“Would you go out there and tell them to come inside.” 
It took everything in my power to keep from rolling my eyes again. 
“Okay.” 
I got up and walked through the living room towards the door that went to our backyard. Three years prior, my Dad made the mistake of pouring a concrete slab next to the pool and putting up a basketball net. Since then, our back yard became the official ‘hardwood’ of Glendale. 
I opened up the door and stepped outside. 
“What do you want runt?” my oldest brother Todd said, which elicited chuckles from my two other brothers and their friend. 
“I want you to stop acting like an asshole for a couple of minutes,” I said saucily. 
That elicited even bigger laughs and a couple of high fives from the other onlookers. My other older brothers Scott and Jim really looked up to Todd, so when I got in a good zinger like, it felt especially good. 
“Mom’s pissed because you're banging into the garage again and she wants all three of you to go inside so she can chastise you.” 
“Well, I know she didn't say pissed, she probably said something like darn it or dang it,” Jim said, smiling. 
“Trust me, she was thinking assholes, she just didn't say it.” 
That got all three of my brothers smiling. My mom is very religious and never used profanity, no matter how mad she got. The rest of us swore enough to make up for her, though. 
“Don't touch the ball while we're gone runt, or I'm throwing you into the pool when we get back.” 
“Whatever Todd, just get inside and take your admonishment, and since your retarded ass probably doesn't know what word means, I’ll explain it to you when you get back out here.” 
“You’re getting thrown into the pool as soon as I’m done talking to Mom,” he said, before shutting the door. 
I rolled my eyes. 
Yeah right. 
“How are you doing today Melanie?” Todd’s friend Anthony said softly. 
I shot him a dirty look. 
“Isn’t there another house around here you could be terrorizing?” 
“Hey, take it easy. I was only asking you how your day was.” 
I looked into his soft, gentle eyes and realized I was acting like a bitch for no reason. He wasn't one of my smart ass brothers, and he always treated me really well. 
“I'm sorry Anthony, I had a good day, how was yours?” 
We made small talk for a few minutes which gave me an opportunity to sneak some glances. It was a hot day and he had taken off his shirt to combat the searing Southern California heat. He stood in front of me wearing only gym shorts and high top sneakers. It was the first time I really noticed his long, lanky, tanned body which was covered in sweat from the strenuous physical activity. He was actually kinda… sexy. He had short, wavy brown hair and he was sorta handsome, in his own way. He was way older than me, but maybe… just maybe… 
I heard the guys open the door and they joined us on the court. 
“Who let you out of the kitchen runt. Why don’t you get your ass back inside and help Mom finish cooking my dinner.” 
“Do you want one turd in your soup tonight Todd, or two?” 
The boys busted up laughing again as I opened the door. I turned and snuck one more look at Anthony before going back inside to help Mom. 
********** 
The next day was Saturday and like usual, I was procrastinating. I had some homework that I should be doing, but instead, I was watching TV and enjoying the peace and quiet of having the house to myself. My brothers were outside in the pool, my mom had gone to the market, and my dad was at work. That was probably the best thing about having a pool in our backyard. If my brothers were outside splashing around and dunking each other, they weren't inside picking on me. 
I was flipping through the channels trying to find something to watch when I was interrupted by a knock at the front door. 
Probably another of my brother's mongoloid friends who had come over to foul our pool. 
I opened the front door. 
“Hi Melanie,” Anthony said in a gentle voice. 
“Hi Anthony, it’s great to see you again,” I said sweetly, “come in.” 
He gave me a quizzical look. 
“It's… Ummm… nice to see you too Melanie.” 
“All my friends call me Mel.” 
“Okay,” he said, as we exchanged nervous smiles in the doorway. 
I studied his face; he looked so anxious and apprehensive. 
This might be tougher than I thought. 
“Your brothers… Ummm... invited me over to swim, are they around?” 
“Yeah they're out back in the pool, but you look really hot, would you like some iced tea?” 
He gave me another confused look and then quickly scanned the perimeter, no-doubt looking for my brothers. Thankfully, it was impossible to see into the backyard from the foyer. 
“Ummm... Yeah, I guess so.” 
He followed me into the kitchen. 
“Have a seat at the table, while I get the tea.” 
I could feel his eyes on me as I filled the glasses with ice from the door of the refrigerator, and then poured the tea from the large pitcher. 
I handed him the glass and then sat down beside him. 
“So, how are your classes going?” 
“Okay, stop. You're freaking me out.” 
“How am I freaking you out? 
“You know… this… this whole thing.” 
“I can’t get one of my brother's friends a glass of iced tea and ask him how he's doing?” 
“You've never said more than two nice words to me since I've known you… and…” 
“And what?” 
“And just being in a room alone with you, that’s enough to get my ass kicked if your brothers knew, so you had better start telling me what this is about.” 
I look down sheepishly. 
“I want to learn about sex.” 
“And you want me to teach you? Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” 
“What's so wrong with you teaching me?” 
“This whole thing is wrong, on so many levels.” 
I gave him a few moments to calm down; agitating him like this wasn't going to get me what I wanted. 
“First off, I have a girlfriend, do you know that?” he asked. 
“No, I didn't.” 
“Well, I can assure you, she wouldn't think much of this conversation.” 
That brought a little smile to our faces, so I knew I still had a chance. 
“The next problem is the three guys who are swimming in the pool back there, who just happen to be my best friends.” 
“We could be careful, and they’d never find out.” 
He gave me an exasperated look. 
“Even if they weren't my best friends Melanie, you don't mess around with the little sister of the three nastiest rats in the shithouse.” 
That brought a big smile to my face because that's exactly what they were. 
We silently sipped our tea for a few moments. I was losing the battle, and I desperately needed to turn this around. 
“Okay, Anthony… You don't think I’ve noticed the way you look at me when you’re here?” 
He looked down self-consciously. 
“You're beautiful, and I'm a guy, of course, I've noticed you.” 
I could feel myself blushing. It was the first time that anyone called me beautiful. 
We looked into each other's eyes. 
“Fortune favors the bold Anthony, and sometimes you just have to take what you want.” 
He gave me a disconcerted look. 
“You're making it really difficult for me to do the right thing here, I hope you know that.” 
I gave him a self-assured look that I very clearly wasn’t feeling inside. 
“I'll put my cards on the table, Anthony. It's either going to be you, or my second choice, but one way or another, this is gonna happen.” 
I hadn’t thought this through enough for there to even be a second choice, but he didn’t know that, and hopefully, he wouldn't call my bluff. 
He paused for a few moments as he thought. 
“I'm taking my life into my own hands here, but okay.” 
I gave him a big flirty smile. Victory!! It also taught me a valuable lesson that I’ve used many times thereafter. If you appeal to a man's base instincts, more often than not, you'll get what you want. 
********** 
Day One 
It was Monday and I agreed to meet Anthony after school at his house. It really was the perfect location because he was an only child, and his parents both worked. 
I felt bad lying to my mother, but under the circumstances, I really didn't have much of a choice. I told her there was a new tutoring program after school in the library and I could get the service hours I needed for the National Honor Society by assisting other students. She loved that I was ‘helping’ my peers and agreed to let me do it, as long as I was home for dinner. It was perfect because it gave me a solid two and a half hours where no one would question my whereabouts. 
The only problem with my perfectly devised plan was my very nauseous stomach that was in no way cooperating. I was so nervous and apprehensive; I knew if I didn't settle myself down, I was going to vomit. Needless to say, it was very difficult to get through the day. I found it nearly impossible to concentrate in my classes, and even Jenna and Erica's sex talk and snide comments didn't seem to bother me. 
“Mel, are you sure you don't want to go to the nurse?” Danielle said, with a concerned look in her eyes during our math class. 
“No, I'll be fine. I think I just ate something bad for breakfast.” 
“Your face actually has a green tint to it.” 
“Just get your math problems done Miss nosey,” I said, while gently rubbing her thigh. 
She gave me a soft smile, shook her head, and got back to work. She was right, though, I probably should be in the nurse's office. I was just hoping I had the guts to go through with this. 
********** 
I very hesitantly knocked on Anthony's back door. Even though he lived a block over, we thought it would be wiser for me to use the backdoor instead of the front, just in case somebody we knew walked by. 
I watched as the door opened. 
“Hi Melanie, come on in.” 
I stepped inside and we walked through a small hallway, past the washer and dryer, and into the kitchen. 
“Do you want something to eat, or drink?” 
Eat? Do you want me to vomit all over you? 
“No thank you, I'm fine.” 
A few moments of very awkward silence passed. 
“Would you like to… ummm... watch TV?” 
Oh my, God Anthony, are you trying to kill me? 
“No, let’s just… you know… ummm…” 
“Okay Melanie, I've got to be honest with you, it normally doesn't happen like this. I’ve never had a girl just show up at my back door and then want to get laid, you know?” 
I looked down feeling deeply embarrassed. 
Maybe this was a bad idea. 
“I'm sorry Anthony, I... you know... this is my first time and I… I… have no idea how this is supposed to work... and I'm incredibly nervous, but I didn’t mean to weird you out or make you feel uncomfortable... it’s just that…” 
I was seconds from breaking into tears. 
He took my hand and looked into my eyes. 
“Melanie stop. It's okay, and I'm sorry. C’mon, follow me.” 
He continued to hold my hand as he led me out of the kitchen and into the living room. I would love to describe their furnishings, decorations, and wall colors, but honestly, I didn't even look. I felt nauseous and dizzy and I was hoping I wouldn't pass out as we walked up the stairs and into his bedroom. 
We faced each other and looked into the other's eyes for several seconds. 
“I'm going to get undressed in the bathroom,” he said. “Why don't you get undressed and then get under the covers, okay?” 
“Okay.” 
I watched as he walked out of the bedroom closing the door behind him. 
I very quickly removed my clothes, slid under the covers, and pulled the blankets up to my neck, making sure none of my naked body was exposed. 
And I waited… and waited… and waited… and waited… and waited… 
It was probably only about a minute, but it felt like hours. 
Finally, the door opened, and Anthony walked into the room naked, carrying a towel. 
I questioningly looked at the towel in his hand, and then back up at him. 
“It's for if you… you know…” 
“I understand,” I said softly. 
I also looked at his penis. It seemed kind of long and sorta thick, but I didn't really have a base of reference to judge it by. I then remembered Jenna and Erica very shamelessly discussing the size of their boyfriend's cocks at lunch and I recalled them saying they had even measured them. 
I tried to make an educated guess. Did Anthony look like he was five inches, or six inches, or... 
Anthony's voice broke me out of my deep reflection. 
“Can you slide over Melanie?” 
I very quickly slid to the far edge, and he pulled the covers back, while still ensuring that my naked body was still covered. He then laid the towel down in the middle of the bed. 
He slid in beside me and I hesitantly slid towards him, ensuring that my bottom was on the towel. 
He leaned in and very cautiously kissed me. I loved kissing guys and normally I was really good at it, but this time, I was so nervous and apprehensive, we probably looked like two fish hitting glass. 
I tensed up when I felt him touch my breasts. 
“You need to relax a little Melanie; this is supposed to be fun.” 
“I'm having a really good time Anthony.” 
That was a lie, and we both knew it. 
His hand traveled lower, and I shivered when he touched my stomach. Thankfully, I didn't feel like I was going to throw up anymore, but I still felt sick from being so nervous. 
His hand traveled further south and I could feel my pubic hair brush through his fingers. I had to fight the intense desire to close my legs and deny him access to the most private part of my body. 
He continued to kiss me as his fingertips lingered over the lips of my vagina. His mouth retracted from mine and he whispered into my ear. 
“God you have such a sexy body Melanie.” 
“Thank you,” I said shyly. 
I couldn’t help but think that his fingers and sensual words should be turning me on and getting me into this, but they weren't, and he knew it. 
“You should be getting more… never mind… let's try something different.” 
“Okay,” I said hesitantly. 
He rose and stood beside the bed and pulled open a drawer on his nightstand and produced a big jar of Vaseline. He then reached back into the drawer and pulled out a condom. 
I look down at his very erect penis, and I was a bit taken aback. It looked a lot bigger now compared to when it was flaccid when he walked into the room. There was also a clear liquid oozing out of the slit in the head. Even though what we were doing wasn't working for me, it was obviously doing a lot for him. 
I observed him tear open the little foil package and pull out the condom. He then rolled it down the length of his cock. I continued to watch as he opened the jar of Vaseline scooped out a large dollop and rubbed it over his condom encased penis. 
He got back into the bed and moved between my legs which I hesitantly opened wide for him while ensuring that my bottom was still centered on the towel. He scooped out another large glob of Vaseline and rubbed it over my aperture. 
“I'm going to go really slow, but it still might hurt. If there's too much pain, just tell me, and I'll stop, okay?” 
“Okay.” 
He reached down and rubbed the head up and down my vagina before positioning himself at my opening. I felt him splitting my lips and then push forward slightly until his progress was halted. He took a deep breath and I felt a sharp surge of pain as he pushed forward again and I could tell he had worked himself inside of me. There was some discomfort as he continued to slowly push inside of me, but nothing like the sharp pain I had felt a few seconds before. Moments later, I felt his balls rest against my bottom and I knew he was completely inside of me. He laid on top of me, remaining motionless, letting me get used to this very new sensation. 
“Are you okay Melanie?” 
“I'm all right.” 
“I'm going to go really slow, and remember, if you want me to stop, just let me know.” 
“Okay.” 
I felt him begin to move backward and then slowly push forward again. There was still a little bit of discomfort, but not really much pain, so I could handle it. Very gradually, I could feel him picking up the pace and moving in and out of me a little more rapidly. I looked up and watched his face intently. His eyes were tightly closed and it looked like he was in another world. He began to let out little moans and grunts, and I could tell he was really getting into it. 
“God you're so fuckin’ tight’,” he said, almost to no one in particular, because he appeared to be off, somewhere else. 
He began to thrust into me harder and I wasn’t entirely certain that he knew he was doing it because it seemed to be an almost unconscious act. As the hard thrusting continued, the discomfort increased, but I didn’t feel it was bad enough to make him stop and ruin this experience for him. He continued to slam into me and his body began to stiffen, and his breathing changed. His solid trusts turned into short little pumps and I thought he might be cumming, but I couldn’t be sure. Without warning, he collapsed on top of me. 
I could feel him soften inside of me and a few seconds later his breathing returned to normal and he slipped out of me and rolled over to my side. 
“God, that was good.” 
“Yeah… it was ummm… really nice.” 
“Did you cum?” 
“I… I’m… not sure. I don’t think so.” 
“It’ll get better, I promise.” 
“It was really nice Anthony, and I enjoyed it.” 
“Good.” 
“I’m going to go into the bathroom and get dressed, okay.” 
“Okay, I had better get going too, I don’t want to be late for dinner, or have your parents catch me here when they get off work.” 
A slight smile split his lips. 
“Yeah, we don’t need that.” 
He turned, and walked out the door into the bathroom. 
While I was getting my clothes on, I looked down at the bed and noticed a spot of blood on the towel I had been laying on. I had just finished putting on my blouse when Anthony entered the room. 
“Do you want me to; umm… get rid of that?” I asked sheepishly while looking at the soiled towel. 
“No Melanie, I’ll take care of it.” 
“Okay.” 
He walked over to me and gave me a hug and a little kiss. 
“I know it wasn’t the greatest for you, and I promise it will be better next time.” 
“It was nice Anthony, I liked it.” 
“Well… Just let me know when you want to come over again.” 
“It might be towards the end of the week, but I’ll let you know.” 
I didn’t want to tell him, but I was sore already. I knew I’d need a couple days of respite before we tried this again. 
I snuck out the back door and made my way home. 
Day Two 
It was Thursday and I was finally starting to get back to normal. When I had woken up Tuesday morning, I was so sore I didn't think I would be able to move. I told my mom that I’d been up all night vomiting, and thankfully, she took mercy on me and let me stay home from school. I spent most of the day in bed, but by the evening I was starting to feel better. The next day, Wednesday, I was still a little bit sore but I was able to go to school and function normally again. 
I woke up and texted Anthony and told him I'd be over today after school. There had to be more to this ‘sex’ business than I had experienced on Monday, and I was anxious to ‘get back in the saddle,’ and give it another go. 
After school, I snuck around the back of Anthony’s house and knocked on the door. 
“C’mon in Mel, let’s sit down and talk, okay?” 
We walked into the kitchen and I sat down at the table. Anthony got me a big glass of iced water, and then sat next to me. 
“I know what we did wasn’t that great for you,” he said hesitantly. 
I looked down shyly. 
“It was okay.” 
“Look, I was really nervous because of your brothers. I’m still terrified of them finding out about this, you know…” He paused for several moments. “I guess my point is, if I could do it again, there would be things I’d do differently.” 
I took a deep breath and collected my thoughts. 
“Anthony, listen to me. First, my brothers aren’t going to find out what we’re doing, so please stop worrying about that. We’re sneaky, and being careful. Also, they aren’t that smart, okay?” 
We smiled at each other, and for the first time, I really felt comfortable around him. 
“Second, that’s why I… I came back. So we can hopefully make this better.” 
“Your first time should have been good, and I made it shitty for you, and I’m sorry.” 
“Let’s just put that behind us and figure out what we can do, going forward, to make it better.” 
We sipped our water, and I watched as he thought for several moments. 
“My girlfriend says it’s better without a condom, but she won’t let me do it with her without using one, and there’s no way in hell we’re risking that anyway.” 
If this is going to work, I have to be honest with him. 
“I’m on the pill, Anthony.” 
His jaw dropped open. 
“Why would a virgin be on the pill?” he asked incredulously. 
I took a deep breath and tried to figure out how to proceed. 
“I don’t want to gross you out, but my periods were really, really bad. My mom took me to see my gynecologist and she put me on the pill to help regulate it, and make it less severe.” 
“So I… I… Don’t have to use a condom?” 
“Well, from what I hear, that’s the other thing the pill is supposed to do, keep you from getting pregnant.” 
“Smart ass.” 
We smiled at each other. 
“There are other things I know how to do that will make it better for you, if you’re willing to let me do them.” 
“Anthony, I trust you, and I’m willing, okay?” 
He took my hand and we proceeded to the living room. I took a few seconds to look around. Their house was a lot smaller than ours, but it felt really cozy. The living room was very tastefully decorated with nice paintings and various pictures of Anthony’s parents, and Anthony, at different stages of his life. 
“You were a cute baby,” I said softly. 
“Of course I was, and I’m still cute,” he said, giving my hand a little squeeze. 
This experience was nothing like Monday. I felt so calm and comfortable. Anthony was really nice and really sweet. I realized that even though we hadn't had many interactions, but when we did, he was always sweet to me. I just never gave him a chance, probably because of my brothers. 
We went up the stairs and into his bedroom. Again, I took a second to look around. Like my brothers, he had a lot of posters on his walls of different NFL and NBA stars, as well as some posters of various rock bands. However, unlike my brothers, he had several posters of pretty girls in very small bikinis. That was something that my very religious mother didn’t allow. 
“I’ll go into the bathroom and get undressed again.” 
I squeezed his hand which stopped him. 
“No, let's get undressed here, together, okay?” 
He smiled softly. 
We began to undress in front of each other. Again, I felt calm and relaxed. My mom never allowed me to buy sexy lingerie, and this was the first time I wished she would have. I think she was afraid that if I did have racy underwear, I’d only want to show it off to guys, and of course, that was the last thing she wanted. 
We slipped into bed together and I felt his naked body press against mine. He leaned in and we gently kissed. It felt really nice, and I realized what a good kisser he really was. Our tongues gently explored each other’s mouths and I felt his hand rest on my stomach. I was a little tense, just because I still wasn’t used to a guy’s hand on my body, but it was nothing like the debilitating nervousness I felt on Monday. 
His motions were so tender and gentle, and it felt really nice. He broke our kiss and his mouth traveled down to my breast. His tongue gently flicked over my nipple and delightful waves of pleasure coursed through my body. 
God, that feels good. 
I could feel my nipples harden as he licked and gently sucked them. 
Damn, this is kinda nice. 
His mouth moved lower and he kissed my stomach which kinda tickled. But.. in a good way, a very good way. 
He kissed a little lower and then got between my legs and I hesitantly opened them. 
Oh God!! Is he going to kiss me there? 
Suddenly, a surge of electricity went through my body as his tongue made contact with my vagina. 
“Oh God,” I gasped. 
He looked up and smiled from between my legs, then went back to work on me. 
I could feel his tongue licking the lips of my pussy, and then it brushed over my clit which caused a delicious little tingle in the pit of my stomach. I had touched myself before, but his mouth felt much, much better. 
I tightly gripped the sheets as the tip of his tongue made light, gentle circles on my clit. 
“God Anthony, that feels really good,” I gasped. 
I felt him gently slide a finger inside of me while the tip of his tongue continued to make those delicious little circles on my clit and… 
It hit! I felt delicate little waves pass through my body as I went over the cliff. 
He withdrew his mouth from me and let me come down. 
God, that was so good. 
I looked between my legs and our eyes met. I was surprised to discover his mouth was covered with the secretions from my vagina. 
“I don't think we're going to need the Vaseline today.” 
A smile broke across both of our faces. 
“No, I think we can try without it.” 
He rose up and got on his knees between my legs. His penis was erect and dripping that clear fluid out of the slit in the head again, just like it had done on Monday. 
He looked into my eyes. 
“Do you want me to use a condom, Melanie?” 
I thought for a moment. 
“No, let's try without it,” I said softly. 
He took his cock in his hand and rubbed the head up and down the lips of my vagina. He took a deep breath and then placed it at my opening. 
Our eyes met. 
“Go slow again,” I said, in a voice barely above a whisper. 
“I will.” 
He rotated his hips forward and the head of his penis penetrated me. I gasped as he moved ahead at a snail's pace. I could feel his cock opening, and slowly filling me. There was a little bit of discomfort, but no pain, which produced a warm, wonderful feeling. 
A few seconds later, his body was resting against mine, and I knew he was completely inside of me. I let out a soft moan when he slowly began to rotate backward and then forward again. God, it felt so much better without a condom. His cock felt almost alive inside of me. It was so warm, and it felt like it was almost pulsing, I couldn't believe how much better this was, and how good it felt. 
He started to pick up the pace and move more rapidly inside of me and thankfully, there was no pain, and even the discomfort was starting to give way, leaving only an amazing sensation from deep inside my body. He was moving faster now, and damn, it was really starting to feel good. I started to get a little tingle in my stomach again, I was getting close! 
Just a little bit more Anthony, I'm almost there. 
I looked up and observed that his breathing had changed, and he was grunting again. I realized what was happening. 
No Anthony, damn it, not yet! 
His body went stiff and his cock pulsed and spasmed as he came inside me. Moments later, he collapsed on top of me. 
It took a few seconds for his breathing to revert back to normal. As he calmed himself down, his cock shrunk and slipped out of me, and he rolled over to my side. 
Our eyes met and he had a big smile on his face, which quickly disappeared, when he saw the exasperated look on mine. 
“You mean you didn't?” 
“No,” I said softly. 
“Mel… I'm… I'm so sorry.” 
“It's okay Anthony, it was really nice.” 
“I wasn't exactly going for… nice.” 
A smile broke across both of our faces. 
“Anthony, what you did before that… you know, with your mouth… it was really, really good. And I had one then.” 
That brought a little smile to his face. 
I could tell he was upset with himself and deep in thought. 
“Whatcha thinking about?” I asked softly. 
“That was the first time that I’ve ever had sex without a condom, and you're just so tight… and it… just felt so good…” 
He paused for a moment. 
“I'm just pissed because I normally have more control than that.” 
I gently rubbed his shoulder and our eyes met. 
“Anthony… that was one-hundred times better than Monday, so don't beat yourself up too bad.” 
A smile broke across both of our faces. 
“So you think you want to do this with me again then?” he asked softly. 
“I'll see you tomorrow.” 
His face split into a huge grin. 
He leaned in and kissed me. After several seconds, I broke our gentle kiss. I slid out of bed, grabbed my clothes, and went into his bathroom. I cleaned up as best I could before getting dressed and heading home. If I hurried, I’d be able to grab a quick shower before dinner. 
Day Three 
It was Friday morning, and my entire family was at the table eating breakfast. 
“Why are you in such a good mood runt?” 
Because I'm fucking your best friend dummy. 
I hadn't even noticed, but I was whistling a little tune between bites of my toast. 
“Todd, I've asked you repeatedly not to call her that,” my mom said while scooping out an obscene amount of scrambled eggs onto his plate. 
My dad slid the morning paper down several inches and gave Todd an evil ‘stink eye’. 
“I’m sorry Mom,” he said sheepishly while looking at my Dad. 
“I guess I’m in a good mood because it feels wonderful helping so many kids after school,” I said, with an angelic grin. 
My brothers rolled their eyes. 
“You’re just the saint of the neighborhood, aren’t you? Scott said sarcastically, with a mouthful of bacon. 
I shot him a dirty look. 
“Don’t listen to him Kiddo,” my Dad said, “your mother and I are very proud of you for ‘giving back’ like this.” 
“I’ve even offered my tutoring services to Todd, and I think if he applies himself, I can get his I.Q. just a little above fifty.” 
My two brothers busted up laughing and even my Mom and Dad cracked a little smile. 
“I don’t want to be late for school,” I said, before standing up. “Bye Mom.” 
“Bye honey,” have a good day,” she said. 
I walked over and gave my dad a little peck on the cheek. I then made sure my parents weren’t watching before I looked at my brothers and pretended to scratch a little itch on my nose with my middle finger. All three of their mouths dropped open as I turned around and closed the door behind me. 
I was in such a good mood I could barely contain my elation. Even though things weren't perfect yet with Anthony, they were getting much, much better. We were communicating, and being forthright with each other, and that was making all the difference. 
My classes seemed to drag on and even though I was in high spirits, what I really wanted was for the school day to be over so I could get to Anthony’s. Even at lunch, Jenna and Erica’s incessant sex talk and ugly teasing couldn’t ruin my jovial demeanor. 
“So why are you in such a good mood?” Danielle asked, during our math class. 
“Oh, no reason,” I replied while trying unsuccessfully to wipe the silly little grin off my face. 
“If I were to venture a guess, I'd say it was because of a guy.” 
A big smile broke across my face. 
“Just get your math work done Miss busy-body.” 
“I’m happy for you Mel.” 
We exchanged knowing smiles and got back to our math problems. 
********** 
A couple hours later, I was lying in bed naked with Anthony. 
“Do you know how long I’ve thought about doing this with you?” he said quietly. 
“Knowing how guys are, I bet you were doing more than just thinking about it.” 
“Hey, I don’t do that.” 
“Of course you don’t.” 
He pulled me to him and we kissed. This was so nice. Talking, and being intimate. 
I could get used to this. 
“Every time your brothers invited me over to swim, I secretly hoped that you’d join us.” 
I gave him a little smile. 
“Well, you could have asked me to join you.” 
He laughed. 
“Yeah right, I can just picture it: ‘Hey Todd, can you ask your hot little sister to come out and get in the pool with us?’ That would get me nothing but an instant ass-pummeling.” 
He called me beautiful, and now hot. 
The way he was talking about me was doing momentous things for my ego. 
“You and your friend joined us once in the pool, and you were wearing that little blue swimsuit.” 
“Oh my God, you even remember the color of the suit I was wearing?” 
He blushed a little as I gently teased him. 
“The image of you splashing around in the pool, in that little blue suit, it’s kinda seared into my mind.” 
Damn, he’s turning me on. 
Suddenly, I remembered I didn’t come over here to just talk and lay in bed naked with him. 
“Anthony, I want to…” 
I paused, trying to pick the right words. 
“You want to what Mel?” 
“What you did to me yesterday… ummm… I want to… ummm… try to do that to you.” 
His face lit up. 
“Really?” 
“Yes… but I… I don’t really know what I’m doing…” 
“Trust me; anything you want to do down there is probably going to feel really good. Just don’t ummm… use your teeth.” 
I laughed. 
“So what you're saying is no biting?” 
“Yes… No biting.” 
“What about chomping, that’s not good either?” 
“Smart ass.” 
I grinned. 
“Let me see what I can do then.” 
He turned from his side onto his back, and I slid the covers down, exposing our naked bodies. His penis was already semi-erect, and once I took it into my hand, it quickly grew to full hardness. 
I scooted closer to him, and slid down his body, giving me easier access. It was so warm and almost felt alive in my hand. It was the first time I had seen one, up close. 
He let out a low moan as I gently stroked it up and down. 
“God, that feels really good,” he murmured. 
I looked up, into his eyes, but they were closed. He was off again, into his own little world. I kept slowly stroking him and it wasn’t long before I noticed that clear liquid seeping out of the head again, and onto my fingers. I was beginning to realize just how much pleasure this simple action was giving him. 
I was very curious, I think because of all the lunchtime sex talk, and I released his cock with my hand and gently grasped him with my other, and continued to slowly stroke him. Anthony was so into what I was doing, I don’t even think he realized I switched hands. 
I examined the clear fluid on my fingers. 
What did this stuff look like? Maybe a cheap lotion from the Dollar Store? 
My curiosity got the best of me, and I licked my fingers, tasting it. It was a different taste. A little strong, maybe a bit salty, but it wasn’t horrible. 
Okay… moment of truth… 
I stopped stroking and moved my hand lower; grasping him firmly, but gently, at the base. 
Hesitantly, I leaned in and flicked my tongue over the head. Almost immediately, he let out a low moan. Even though I had no idea what I was doing, he obviously liked it. 
I ran the tip of my tongue over the head of his cock several more times, and more of that clear fluid came out. 
“God, that feels so good Mel,” he said again, with his eyes still tightly closed. 
I was starting to realize just how much pleasure you could give a man by doing this with your mouth. 
He elicited a deep, guttural moan when I placed my mouth over the head of his penis. I was almost terrified of my teeth coming in contact with his skin because I was so afraid of hurting him. 
I could really taste that clear fluid in my mouth now. It must have really been leaking out of the head, I surmised. The taste was definitely different, but not intolerable. 
I listened to his soft, gentle moans, and I realized, this was a lot of fun, and really turning me on. I moved my lips up and down, just a little, and did the best I could to swirl my tongue around the head. I was just kinda improvising and experimenting, but those little moans and gasps, let me know that he loved what I was doing, which gave me some confidence. 
His breathing was starting to change, and giving away that little telltale sign that he was getting close. I gently began to stroke him again while keeping my mouth securely locked on the head of his cock. 
“Oh God, Melanie I’m going to..." 
I felt a large splash squirt into my mouth, which for whatever reason, it kinda shocked me. I instantly expelled his cock and kept stroking, watching the remaining semen splashed onto his chest. 
I thought of spitting out the cum that was in my mouth, but then I figured, I’ve gone this far… 
I took a little breath and swallowed what was in my mouth. The taste might have been a little bit tangier than that clear fluid, but it really wasn't as bad as I thought it might be. 
I watched as his breathing began to return to normal. He opened his eyes, and they met mine. 
“Was that ummm… okay?” I said hesitantly. 
“God, that was fuckin’ great!” 
I broke into a big smile, and I had to admit, I was kinda proud of myself. 
“My girlfriend hates doing that,” he said hesitantly, “but you kinda… ummm… got into it, huh?” 
“Yeah, I kinda liked it.” 
I had to admit, it was fun. And seeing all that pleasure I was giving him… that was a huge turn-on. 
“Let me clean this up.” 
I watched as he grabbed a gym sock off the floor, and wiped up the semen on his chest. 
“Okay, it's your turn now.” 
He moved down to the foot of the bed and got between my legs. 
Once I realized what he was about to do, I tried to hide my excitement, because I had been waiting all day to feel his mouth on me again. 
I let out a moan when I felt the tip of his tongue on the lips of my vagina. 
“God Melanie, you’re ummm… already really wet.” 
Our faces broke into a smile. I guess giving him head turned me on a lot more than I had realized. 
He gently licked it up and down my slit, which felt amazing. Each time the tip of his tongue brushed over my clit, those delicious little tingles reverberated throughout my body. He continued to slowly run his tongue up and down me. 
“That feels really good Anthony,” I said, between moans. 
I felt his fingers gently prying the lips of my vagina apart, and then he took me by surprise by inserting the length of his tongue inside of me. 
I gripped the sheets tightly, “Oh Jesus Anthony,” as a surge of pleasure shot through my body. 
He continued to move his tongue rapidly in and out of me, and then I felt the tip of his finger gently rubbing little circles on my clit. 
“Oh… My… God…” 
My orgasm hit almost without warning, and my body shook and my world went dark for several seconds. 
Anthony withdrew his tongue from me, and let me recover. 
I looked down between my legs and our eyes met. 
“What the hell was that?” 
He smiled. 
“Hey, you're not the only one with a couple of tricks up your sleeve.” 
We smile at each other. He made me feel so comfortable, so relaxed, and I was beginning to realize how much I loved being here with him. 
He rose up and stood beside the bed, and I immediately noticed his erection. 
“You’re ummm… ready for another go huh?” I said. 
“Would you like to Mel?” 
I didn't come over here to play checkers Anthony. 
“Yeah, that would be really nice.” 
I opened my legs, and he got into bed, and in between them. 
He took his cock into his hand, positioned it at my entrance… and then suddenly stopped. 
“Are you sure you don’t want me to ummm… use a condom?” 
“I think your girlfriend is right, it's a whole lot better without it.” 
We both smiled brightly. 
“I just wanted to be sure,” he said 
I softly gasped as he gently inserted the head inside me. It was a nice feeling because I didn't even have to tell him to go slow; he just did it that way, because he knew that's how I liked it. 
I put my hands on his shoulders as he slowly eased himself forward until I could feel our bodies pressed together, and I knew he was again all the way in. Very slowly, he started moving his hips and rocking himself back and forth. I loved how he went slowly at the beginning and gave me time to adjust. There was no pain, and not even any pressure; just an intense, glowing feeling that emanated deep inside my body. 
God, he's such a good lover. 
I looked up and into his eyes, which were once again, tightly shut. 
“God, you're so tight and wet,” he said, almost to no one, because I could tell he had gone into his own world again. 
I felt him begin to pick up the pace and begin to move more rapidly, in and out of me. That little tingle started to build again from somewhere deep inside my stomach. This was a little different, though, and I think it might have been that the angle had somehow slightly changed because his cock was brushing perfectly against my clit. I gripped his shoulders harder, and I could actually feel my orgasm starting to build. 
“Oh God Anthony,” I screamed out while shaking as I came beneath him. 
When I had regained my senses, and my wits were back about me, I could tell he had really picked up the pace and was thrusting into me really hard, which I had to admit, felt amazing. 
Taking me by complete surprise, I could feel another orgasm begin to build. 
Holly Shit!! 
I just went with it and enjoyed the incredible sensation. Almost simultaneously, I heard his breathing start to change, and his body began to tense up, and I knew that he was getting close too. I listened to him gasp and cry out and I knew he was cumming inside me. At the same time, the waves of my orgasm crashed over me, and my world again went dark. 
When I had recovered, I felt the weight of his body on top of me and I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight. A few seconds later, his breathing had returned to normal and I felt his cock shrink inside of me and slip out as he rolled over, by my side. 
Our eyes met, and smiles broke onto our faces. 
“Did you… umm…” 
“Yes, Anthony… twice.” 
His face split into a big smile. 
“That means we must be getting better at this.” 
He pulled me to him and kissed me lightly. We held each other tight for several minutes, just bathing in the afterglow, which felt wonderful. 
When we separated from our tender embrace and I was able to see his bedside clock. 
“I'd better get going, your parents are gonna be home soon.” 
“Will you be here again tomorrow after school?” he asked, hopefully. 
“Tomorrow is Saturday, and if I showed up at your back door, I'm not really sure what I'd say to your parents.” 
We both giggled at the thought. 
“Monday then?” 
“Yes Anthony, Monday.” 
I leaned in, and gave him one last hot kiss, then slipped out of bed. 
********** 
It was Monday, and once again, Danielle and I were forced to sit at the lunch table and listen while Jenna and Erica droned on about their boyfriends and the sex they were having with them. 
“So let me see if I understand this correctly,” Jenna said, in a faux, exasperated tone. “He's willing to get between your legs and taste you, yet, you're too much of a priss to reciprocate?” 
Erica rolled her eyes and shot Jenna a dirty look. 
“You’re such a nasty bitch,” Erica said in desperation. “I've told you this a hundred times. I go down on him whenever he wants me to, I just don't like the taste of… that… in my mouth.” 
Danielle and I broke into little smiles. I had to admit, it was kinda funny that Erica couldn't even say the word cum or semen because she hated it so much. 
Jenna looked over at me. 
“So, the little virgin wants to add something to our conversation?” 
I paused, and then boldly looked into her eyes. 
“For your information Jenna, I'm not a virgin anymore.” 
I watched as the mouths of my lunchtime companions dropped open. 
“Furthermore, I can't really fault Erica for not liking the taste of cum, because I know a lot of girls have a problem with it. However, I have to admit, I don't really mind the taste of it at all, and truth be told, I kinda like it.” 
I looked into Jenna’s eyes and saw a newfound respect that hadn’t been there previously. 
“You know Mel, there's a really hot party in the Valley that we’re going to go to on Saturday night. Maybe you’d like to go with us?” Jenna said. 
“Yeah, I’d like that.” 
********** 
Epilogue 
I saw Anthony for about a year before the circumstances of life separated our paths. While I was with him, my older brothers never found out that we were sexually involved. Even today, only one of my brothers, Jim, knows that I was with Anthony and that was only because I chose to tell him a few years ago. 
Although we were never officially ‘together,’ Anthony turned out to be one of the best men and sexual partners I’ve known. I'll always be eternally grateful to him for providing me with a safe harbor where I could explore, and bloom sexually, as a woman.

Leo 0 November 15, 2018

“You’re such a priss, Erica,” Jenna said snidely. “Oh my God, no I’m not,” she squealed while giving everyone at our lunchroom table an appalled look. “I’m not a priss because I don’t like the taste of it,” she said defensively. “You've been with how… Read more »

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