I'm not going to tell you how old I was when this happened. I was old enough to have sex - certainly not a virgin. I just don't want to get anyone in trouble. Police shouldn't go around telling people who they can be with.
I'm Paige. My friend Jane and I liked to sing Karaoke at Stuart's, this restaurant near her house. Stuart's is a small-town family place, so it's always full of all sorts of people on Saturday nights: families having a meal together, plant workers out drinking, high school cliques, old couples, and the occasional lone soul.
The singing and dancing were fun on their own, but the best part was all the attention from the guys. I liked the way they look at me. After a song, lots of people wanted to talk to us - to compliment our performances, or flirt, or just make conversation. Sometimes it was completely innocent and we were just being social, but sometimes there was desire hiding behind their words. It didn't matter if they were old or young, it was fun to have them pay attention to me. I liked to imagine that after they had gone home, the men were all thinking about me while jerking off or making love to their wives.
The Schultz's were a young family of four. Derek was handsome in an academic way. His job involved some sort of design work at a metal shop. Victoria had this strange combination of young woman beauty and mom beauty, if that makes any sense. Her job was something about business; I never really understood when she talked about it. The little girl, Paula, always begged me to sing that song from the movie Frozen. Thomas, the boy, liked to showed me games on his iPhone.
A week before, Derek and Victoria had shown up without their kids, so I wasn't surprised when they did this time, too. The kids were off visiting their grandmother in Arizona. Conversation that previous week had differed from the normal small talk about work and school and music. It had been more personal and a little bit flirty. They had asked if I had a boyfriend, and teased about what I may or may not have done with boys in the past.
This time was like that too, but more direct and specific. Derek definitely flirted with me this time, and I definitely flirted back. Victoria clearly didn't mind.
I sat with them for several rounds of after-dinner coffee, and somehow we ended up talking very openly about sex. It was a bit surreal: Isn't there some unwritten rule that you can only talk about that stuff with people from your own generation? But it was exciting and intimate and I loved it. They accepted my sexuality, unlike most adults who push me to repress it (even if they are staring at my boobs at the time). I doubt any of the other patrons heard us over the guy on stage butchering "Sweet Home Alabama."
They told stories from their wild years. Victoria remembered a time when she blew four strangers at a college party because her best friend had yelled at her and called her a prude earlier in the night. Derek reminisced about the mess-free days of dry orgasms from prepubescent masturbation. On hearing that, we girls joked about a world where men don't need to make things sticky and gross to be happy. Victoria did admit, though, that for the sake of her children she was glad he shot hot goo out of his penis. I walked them through all of the times I had had sex, detailing my revelations and disappointments. Every once in a while I caught them sharing secretive glances with each other. They also shed some light on what married sex was like. When time allows, for instance, they read amateur erotic fiction from the Internet together before fucking. I didn't know there was such a thing.
Eventually, Victoria suggested that we continue the conversation at their house over tea. I didn't know what I should think. I knew what I thought, which was that they were hitting on me. But that couldn't be right, could it? Did they want me to fuck Derek? What would Victoria expect from me? Was that something I really wanted? Yes I did, I decided. Whatever it was they had planned, if anything, I wanted to try it with them. But what if I was reading the signals wrong? How screwed up would if be if I started undressing and they were like, "What the hell are you doing?!?" We were having a lot of fun talking, and even if it was just tea, I didn't want to miss out on the opportunity. I wouldn't do anything risky until I was sure that I was right. They waited patiently for an answer while I worked through the flood of questions in my head. I'm sure my face was bright red. I said yes.
Their house was wonderful, the tea delicious, and the conversation sexy. My body was a mess of nerves and arousal. My heart was racing, I had butterflies in my stomach, and there was warmth and wetness in my crotch. At the end of our cups, Victoria suggested we see the bedroom.
Derek sat down on the bed, leaning back against a big pile of pillows. Victoria stood with me at the foot of the bed. She put her hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eye. "Derek has had a vasectomy," she said. "He can't get anyone pregnant. Do you understand?" Her meaning was clear: We were going to have sex, and if I wasn't up for it, now was the time to back out. After this we couldn't pretend that they had brought me home just to talk.
I nodded. She seemed satisfied. She took off all of her clothes and joined Derek on the bed. He stripped nude, too, without any ceremony.
They were both so beautiful. This wasn't photo-shoot beautiful, or movie sex-scene beautiful. They looked casually beautiful - a couple, lying on the bed that they sleep in every night, about to do sex stuff like they probably do every night. They were both looking at me, as I was looking at them, and I didn't know what to do. Derek must have seen my indecision, because he asked, kindly, "Would you mind doing a little dance for me while you take off your clothes, Paige? I love the way you dance."
His affirmation put me at ease and gave me direction. I started circling my hips and swaying my arms. "So sexy," Derek said, when I pulled my blouse up enough to reveal my belly. Both were watching me while Victoria absently stroked Derek's penis to full size. Victoria chuckled when I lifted my skirt to flash my frilly peach panties. (I like to wear nice underwear to Karaoke, in case someone "accidentally" gets a peek while I'm dancing around.)
I did a slow twirl so my back was to them while I pulled my blouse up over my head. My bra was a plain white everyday thing - nothing fancy about it. For a moment I was self-conscious about that, but that thought quickly disappeared when I turned back around. Victoria was kneeling next to Derek, her mouth deep down on his cock, with one hand around the base and the other on his balls. His eyes were stuck on me.
Victoria's slurping got louder and faster as I took off my bra and skirt. Derek groaned softly when I dropped my panties. Once I was naked, Derek patted Victoria on the back twice, and she slid back next to him on the bed. "That was fantastic, Paige. You really are a beauty. Thank you." He said. Victoria smiled at me, and gestured at Derek's wet erection, with a flourish. I climbed onto the bed and took over the blowjob.
I worked his head with my mouth, and his shaft with my hand. I was very focused, and seemed to be getting good results. Then I remembered what Jane had told me about eye contact during blowjobs, so I looked up at Derek's face. He had already been close to coming, I think, but when our eyes met it must have pushed him right up to the edge. His body tightened. "Try not to swallow, dear," Victoria said. I continued my work, and tugged on Derek's balls a little, and within seconds he was erupting. I managed to keep most of it in my mouth, although I wasn't sure why.
I sat upright when Derek was finished, smiling proudly, and looked at the two of them for further instructions. I mean, when you've got a mouth full of jizz that you've been told not to swallow, there's obviously another step, right? "Nicely done," Victoria said. Leaning forward, she put her hands on my face and pulled me into a kiss. Her tongue invaded my mouth, aggressively seeking out her husband's fluids. Once I had pushed it all into her mouth she broke the kiss, swallowed, and chuckled.
She gave me an authoritative smile, and then pulled my head toward her while she leaned back on the pillows. My head ended up between her boobs, so I started seeking out a nipple to suck on. That clearly wasn't what she had in mind, though, because she pushed my head down further and spread her legs. I found my face inches from her pussy, and uncertainty took hold of me again. I looked up at their faces, wondering what to do. I had never seen a pussy up close before, and none of the guys I had been with had ever gone down on me. I had no idea what to do.
"It's okay - I'll walk you through it," Derek said. "...If you're okay with this?" He added. He stroked my cheek.
"Yeah," I said confidently.
Derek told me what to do. Start by kissing it a few times, he said. Then lick inside the labia, but avoid the clitoris - it's way too sensitive at first. Soon he had me put two fingers into her vagina, palm facing up. "Curl your fingers like you're squeezing the trigger on an XBox controller. Okay, good. Keep doing that." Before long I was licking her clit, too.
Sometimes he instructed me to change things up. Straighten your fingers and drive deep inside her for a couple dozen strokes, he said one time. Suck on her clit for a while, another. Sometimes we went faster, sometimes slower. Her moaning usually got louder when I did what Derek said, so I knew when I was doing it right. He always seemed to know just what she needed to push her to the next level. The whole time, she was running her fingers through my hair, but sometimes when things got intense she would clench it in her fists. It made me happy that I was having such an effect on her.
Before too long, she obviously started coming. "Oh! Oh! Oh!", she shouted. My arm was tired and my mouth was dry, so I was glad to be nearly done; but Derek told me to keep going. Victoria just kept coming and coming. The whole time she was moaning loudly and bucking her hips, and I had a tough time keeping my fingers and my mouth in position.
After several minutes of wailing, she put a hand on my forehead and gasped the words, "No tongue." Derek told me to stop licking her but to keep fingering her G-spot. The bucking stopped and her moans got quieter and more relaxed. She was still coming, but not nearly as intensely. My arm was killing me, but I didn't want them to think I was a quitter. I didn't know women could come like that. After another couple of minutes, to my surprise, Derek told me, "Use your tongue again. You're doing great." She went back into demon-possessed orgasm mode for I don't know how long.
Eventually, Victoria said that was enough. My arm felt like it was going to fall off, and I had to pee really badly, so I excused myself. I guess one of them had to go, too, because I heard a toilet flush from elsewhere in the house. When I returned they made space for me on the bed between them.
For a number of minutes, I just lay there, being touched. Derek gave me a few light quick kisses on the mouth, and absently ran his finger tips across my belly. Victoria seemed focused on my breasts, stroking them this way then that. "They're so perky," she said at one point, interrupting the silence. We all laughed. She cautiously tried sucking one of my nipples into her mouth, but something about it clearly didn't agree with her, so she went back to just touching me.
Before long, Derek's kisses became hungrier and his touches more assertive. He started rubbing my mound and between my legs, while pressing his lips against mine hard. In an instant I was wet. His hard-on had been bumping into me for quite a while, so I knew it was ready to go. This time I didn't wait to be told what to do. I sprung up and stood over Derek with a coy smile, and lowered myself onto his erection. It took a few attempts before I could take him all the way inside me, but I did. His member hadn't seemed unusually large compared to the boys I'd been with, but for some reason I felt wonderfully full. Victoria looked amused. Derek had his head rolled back, eyes closed, and was softly muttering, "Oh God."
I started pumping up and down and they both just watched me for a while. Their faces were close together and Victoria was caressing her husband's cheek and neck. I tried to keep my back straight and shoulders back, hoping to make my boobs look their best. I guess it worked, because Victoria couldn't take her eyes off them. Derek's gaze traveled all over me, but he seemed to linger on my belly the most.
Bouncing straight up and down got tiring quickly, so I leaned forward and switched to a more forward-and-back style of fucking. Derek let out some occasional quick moans, and so did I. I think I said, "oh yeah" and "come on" and some other mindless sex phrases. Early on, Derek was playing with my boobs while I rode him. Later he had his hands on my waist and was bucking his hips up into me in time with my pumping.
Victoria got out of bed and stood there watching us for a moment. Shortly she leaned in - almost slithering across the empty half of the bed - and whispered something in her husband's ear. I couldn't make it out. It might have been my imagination, but I thought I heard the words, "little girl." Whatever she said, it turned him on, because he started pushing his hips into me faster. That actually messed up our rhythm, so we stopped and repositioned. This time I was on my back, legs spread wide for the beautiful man on top of me, looking at me with his deep blue eyes. He pushed his way inside me again, and started pumping into me - long strokes, like a machine. His pelvis bumped pleasantly into mine at the end of each stroke, joining with the satisfying pressure inside of me and the weight pressing down on me. My moans became whimpers.
Victoria knelt by our sides, and I gather she stuck her finger up his butt because he gasped and his face got weird. Now, instead of moaning, Derek was grunting. He was clearly getting close to his orgasm. I was close, too, and I worried that he might finish first and stop before I could crest my own wave. I felt a desperate need for the climax that was just out of reach. I didn't know how I could live if I didn't experience *this* orgasm.
Victoria kept working her finger Derek's ass, and he started to really pound me hard. I actually shrieked. Victoria's voice took on a devilish quality: "That's it, lover. Pry this darling flower's pedals wide open."
I feel like I should have been insulted by that, but instead I was inspired. I called out the first stupid thing that came to mind: "Yes, bruise me! Rip me open. Fill me like a river." I started coming before I finished saying it, contractions echoing through my body, as the euphoria of sex washed over me. I was still coming when Derek let out one final grunt - almost a roar - and shot his load into me.
After we said our goodbyes, and after a short lecture about the need for discretion, Mrs. Schultz dropped me off at the convenience store where I had arranged to meet Jane. We went back to Jane's house and talked late into the night.
The only times I've seen the Schultz's since have been at Stuart's on Saturday nights, when their daughter has asked me to sing that song from Frozen.