“I have been thinking about this all day,” she said “I want you inside me.” The emphasis on the “you” and “me” made it clear what she meant. Long months of playing with fingers and tongue, and a week or so before, a banana, had gently opened her up, and she was more wet and turned on by her own day long fantasy than I had ever seen her before. I was so pleased that her first time was not like the horror stories that so many girls seem to live through. We both came, and I rested for a moment still inside her, and then my hips started to move of their own accord, and we did it again.
After a longer rest while we talked gently and played together and she curled up with her leg over mine, I started to get hard again, and she slid over me to push herself down onto my erection and rode me until she came again. I was well worked up by that time, and I rolled her onto her back again and slipped between her legs, sliding deep into her, raising her knees to allow me to get inside her as far as I could. Something in both of us was released then, and we went for it wildly and uncontrollably, both of us grunting and screaming and clawing at each other with thrashing limbs and gasps and cries, and she came again and again while I gradually rose to my third life draining explosion of the night, and collapsed on her panting and gasping, as I felt myself withering and slipping from inside her. We slept well.
In the morning she woke me with orange juice and coffee and toast, and then sucked me to another erection and climbed on me and rode until she had another and I was close to coming for a forth time in twelve hours. She slowed right down, drawing her body up to rub one nipple and then the other across my mouth, almost letting me slip from inside her, and slid down again to bury me in her flesh. After ten or twenty repetitions of that she suddenly quickened the pace for a few seconds and went back to the slow treatment. I came hard and fast, arching up to press into her, and pulling her down to crush her lips and taste her sweet laughing mouth.
Now six months later she was still on the pill, and sitting on my lap, gently stoned for the first time, and obviously horny as hell.
When she raised her lips from mine she opened her eyes, and said “That was nice. That was…” after a pause full of meaning, she went back to kissing me. It seemed to go on forever, and gradually it became more passionate and fervent. Her hands started to roam over my hair and neck, and back, and to pull her body tighter against me. I responded in kind as she slid down further and twisted to face me. Her legs were over the arm of the chair, and hip was now in my lap. As we kissed I could run my hand down her spine and over her hip, down to her knee and along her calf, then back up all the way to her neck again. Each time my hand passed up her leg I caught a little at the hem of her skirt, pulling it up a little, but after the third pass her hand came down to pull it back over her knee, and she looked up at me with amused scolding as she said “Mike and Tara will see.”
I glanced up at the couple on the sofa opposite us, and smiled as I looked down at Penny. “I don’t think they would notice,” I said softly “or object in any case. Look.”
It was awkward for her to see, so she had to roll over with her back to me for a moment, and she gave a little gasp when she saw what was happening. I slid my right arm under her head to support her, coincidentally cradling her left breast in my hand, as my left had glided onto her left knee, slipping my thumb under her skirt. I bent my head low over her and stroked her neck and ear with my lips and nose. She shivered slightly and closed her eyes with a little sigh, then opened them again to stare at the fascinating scene in front of her.
“Would you like to do that?” I murmured
She gave another little shiver, and said “Here? So they can see us?”
“Well we can see them, and I don’t mind.” I murmured as I slid my hand around the back of her knee and ran my fingertips up the nylon lined furrow made by her thighs beneath the skirt. At the same time I softly squeezed her breast, and let my teeth gently run over earlobe. Her eyes closed again and her body pushed back against me. My hand reached the roundness of her bottom, and I traced my way back down, to do it again. I was a little disappointed for a moment as she wearing tights, not stockings, but she had come straight from work that afternoon, and had no time to change. I was a considerably heartened though when on the third pass of my hand up from her knee she lifted her left leg to allow me to slip my hand all the way across her inner thigh, and come to rest firmly at her crotch. It was then that I felt cotton against my hand, not nylon, and I realised that these were not ordinary tights. The cotton was already warm and damp, and I could feel the softness of her lower lips opening against my thumb. She made another, deeper sound, and flexed her hips, and then gasped again as she opened her eyes.
The first time she had looked Tara’s hand had been down Mike’s trousers, and he had been stripped to the waist. One of his hands was underneath her tee-shirt, the other clearly grasping and rubbing at the front of Tara’s jeans. They had been kissing passionately. Now things had moved on. Tara was now also semi naked, tee-shirt and bra both lying across the back of the sofa. Mike’s trousers were now down to his knees. Tara was kneeling beside Mike, exposing the profile of her quite full right breast and just about to take Mike’s impressive erection in her mouth.
“Oh my goodness,” Penny whispered “it is enormous.”
It was. Mike was nearly six foot eight inches tall, and built in proportion. His feet were huge, his hands were huge, his fingers long and thick and strong. He could span over an octave on the piano, which he played with surprising delicacy. His cock was nine inches when erect, pale and very pointed, rising out of a thick bush of blond hair. This was not a surprise to me.
When I was leaving high school to go to University I got offered a scholarship to a college in England. It was too good an offer to turn down, but since Penny was still in school (she was a year younger than me) it would mean that I would be away from her for months at a time. We had a row, and she decided that since I was about to run off to England and get another girlfriend at Uni, she might as well get it over with and dump me now. So she told me it was over, and went to France to stay with relatives for the whole summer.
I spent a lot of time with Mike that summer, getting drunk, or stoned, and weeping about Penny. Of course we were all still living with our parents at that time, but his folks had taken a two month trip to Australia to see their relatives, so we had the house to ourselves, and I stayed over with him, drinking and playing music all night. Except when Tara stayed over at weekends, and I went back to my parent’s. Until one Friday night when I had stayed late with them watching a video, and missed the last bus, and Mike said I was welcome to the sofa. In the end I didn’t get much sleep, and I stopped going home for the weekends. When Penny got back in September we made up, and I dropped out of the English college and transferred to the local Uni. By mutual agreement I stopped staying over with Mike and Tara, and we never mentioned it to Penny.
It wasn’t that I felt that I had cheated on her. We had broken up for good, it seemed, and I had shed genuine tears. In France Penny had “gone with” another boy, as she put it when we met up and reconciled, although she said she had gone no further than she had with me, and I was ok with that. I told her I had played around a bit with another girl, and we didn’t go into details. I was a bit sorry though that Penny was not my ‘first’, but in a way she was. We made love, that first time and every time. With Tara and Mike I fucked. They talked of cocks and pussies, dicks and asses, cunts and pricks, balls and tits. They spoke openly about and shagging and screwing and swinging and blowjobs and finger fucking, tonguing and riding, and they discussed plans and fantasies, many of which I know they later fulfilled. It was very different from the way Penny and I thought and acted, and while it was exciting and weird, it was unreal. When I went back to Penny it was as if Tara had not happened. When she gave me herself for my birthday it was unique and special in a way that nothing else had ever been.
However now, almost one year on, I was once again gazing at Tara’s large pale tits, with her large pink nipples, as she slid her mouth down over Mike’s shaft. I had seen her do that before, but this time she went down much further than I was expecting. Further indeed than I thought possible: she took it all in her mouth. Penny’s shocked gasp echoed my own surprise, and I had to agree with her when she whispered again, “My goodness, how does she do that?”
“Good question,” I murmured, noting that Penny was gazing fixedly at what Tara was doing, a hungry fascination on her face. “Maybe you could try it on me?” I added after a few moments. I had been moving my hand back and forth along Penny’s cotton knickers in time with Tara’s bobbing head, and had slipped my other hand down a little and inside Penny’s blouse, into her bra, to take her left nipple between my fingers. She turned her head upwards to kiss me again, and said “Here? Now?”
I smiled “Why not?”
For a moment she hesitated, and then glanced at the couple opposite. She seemed to make up her mind, and twisted round her knees now on the arm of the chair, and pulled herself up. Her hand went to my belt, as I brushed her right nipple with my mouth through her blouse and bra.
“Well if Tara doesn’t mind me seeing Mike like that, I shouldn’t mind her seeing you.” she said, pulling down my zip. I lifted myself in the seat so she could pull down my trousers and underpants. And her hand went to my already throbbing erection. She was just about to bend down to suck it, when I stopped her by pulling up on her blouse.
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