THANK GOD IT WAS FRIDAY THE 13th  

By Sahebji



“Arnie, are you going into town?” Mrs. Alfred Stein said. 

My name is Arnold Stein. I am six feet tall, well built, but not what the girls call a 
hunk, with thick dark brown hair and weighing about 170 lbs. 

“Yes, mum, I was thinking of going to the CCM,” Arnie replied. 

It was summers. The schools were closed. I planned to hang around in the Civic 
Centre Mall and do some ‘bird’ watching. Who knows, I might get lucky? I was 
not a virgin. I had dated several girls and screwed some them. I’m very horny 
and always on the look out for new cunts to fuck.  

“Good, take these films from our holiday and have them developed and printed,” 
mum said giving me three exposed films. 

“Okay, but I am not sure if I’ll be there long enough to collect them when they are 
ready,” I replied. Mum and dad had returned from their annual holiday few days 
back. 

“Then give the films to Foto Kroger. They know me,” mum said, “Arnie, try to pick 
them up otherwise I’ll have to go into town specially to get them.” 

“Okay, if I can’t then I’ll call you,” I replied. 

“Okay. Another thing, tell them that they should make prints on matt paper only. 
Last time they printed them on glossy paper despite my clear instructions,” she 
said. 

“Will do, mum, anything else?” I said. 

“No, enjoy yourself and don’t be late for lunch,” Mrs. Stein said. 

“Thanks, I will. Bye,” I said waving






The first time I saw Marsha was when I entered Foto Kroger. I was 
thunderstruck. It was a beautiful sight. It seemed that a very pretty girl, whom I 
had never seen before, was suspended in mid air, sandwiched between a big 
shelf, displaying films and other photographic material, and a glass counter. 

“Impossible, she can’t be flying,” I thought. I shook my head to clear it and then 
looked more carefully. 

I saw that her left foot was probably on the floor and her right knee was resting 
on the shelf behind the sales counter. She was holding on to a glass shelf with 
her left hand for support and was trying to reach a big black bag on the top shelf 
with her right hand.

She looked awesome. 

The moment I saw her, my cock throbbed into instant hardness. Luckily I had just 
bought some magazines, which I placed in front of my crotch and prayed that she 
didn't notice the big boner I was sporting in my pants.

She must have heard the door click shut because she turned her head to see 
who had entered the shop.  

“Hi, what can I do for you?” she said stepping down.

I didn’t hear her. My mind was too busy taking in her beautiful oval face, her 
shapely nose and full red lips. She had left her dark brown hair, which came 
down to her hips, open. Her eyes were deep blue like the Mediterranean Sea. 
She wore a loose red and white cotton top which hugged her shapely tits. A tight 
fitting denim shorts underlining the firmness of her ass and displaying her long 
shapely legs completed her attire. 

“Helloooo, can I help you?” she laughed waving her hand in front of my face.

“Oh… yeah,” I said snapping out of my trance, “but first let me help you bring that 
bag down. I am much taller than you are.” 
 
“Thank you,” she said with a grin displaying a perfect set of white teeth, “I was 
not taking down the bag but putting it back on the shelf. Now what can I do for 
you?” 

“Oh yes,” I said reaching into my pocket and taking out the three films, “I would 
like these developed and printed.” 

“Of course,” she said and started to fill out the required order slip etc. “Your name 
and address please?”  

“Arnie Stein, 79, Brooks Street,” I said and with straight face, added, “My 
telephone number is 654 6239 in case you forgot to ask.” 

“Thanks, name and address will do fine,” she chuckled, “Any special instruction?” 

“Yup, mum said to print on matt paper only,” I said. 

“Matt paper only, I got it. Anything else?” she asked. 

“Yeah, how about sharing a pizza and a coke with me for lunch?” I asked picking 
up courage. 

“I don’t eat pizza. I am dieting,” she said with a naughty twinkle in her eyes. 

“That’s all right. You can watch me devour a delicious pepperoni pizza and we 
can share a coke…oops… I meant a diet coke,” I laughed. 

She chuckled softly. “Okay, I get off at twelve thirty but I must be back at one 
thirty,” she said. 

“Sure, you’ll have enough time to finish half a diet coke,” I laughed turning to 
leave, “I’ll pick you up at twelve thirty, bye.” 

“Bye, see you,” she smiled. 

“Hey! By the way when will the prints be ready?” I asked. 

“By the time we come back from lunch,” she said looking at her wrist watch. 

I rang up mum and told her that I’ll pick up the photos and won’t be home for 
lunch.






I was waiting for her at twelve thirty. We walked to Pizza Hut outlet and ordered a 
large pepperoni pizza and two diet cokes. 

“You didn’t tell me your name,” I said. 

“Oh sorry, I am Marsha, Marsha Sterling,” she said. 

“Marsha, you must be new here because I haven’t seen you around before,” I 
said. 

“We moved here only two months ago,” Marsha said, “My dad is the Senior Vice 
President of Perkins Steel & Engineering Corporation.” 

“WOW,” I said. 

Perkins Steel & Engineering Corporation was the biggest engineering company 
in our area and being its Senior Vice President was no joke. 

“What does your father do?” she asked. 

“He is a Certified Accountant with Rubens, Walthmore and Stein,” I said. 

“You mean he is a partner,” she said.

“Yeah, something like that. How did you manage to get this job?” I asked, 
“Summer jobs are not easy to find.” 

“Call it luck. Mr. Kroger and dad know each other from their university days. So it 
was natural that we visited them. During dinner Mrs. Kroger asked me what plans 
I had for the holidays. I told her that I was getting bored and wanted to work.” 

“I have an opening at our Civic Center Mall photo shop. If you like you can work 
there,” Mr. Kroger said.

“That’s great. What have I to do?” I asked. 

“Nothing much, attend to customers and keep an eye on the cash,” he said. 

“I don’t know anything about photography,” I said. 

“You don’t need to,” he said, “Millie and Jacobs will take care of the technical 
aspect.” 
 
“That is how I got this job,” she giggled. 

“You are a lucky girl,” I said. 

Then we talked about school, movies, music etc. for the next half an hour or so. 
When we were walking back to Foto Kroger, I said, “Would you like to take in a 
movie on Wednesday?” 

“I’d love to,” she said, “Pick me up at seven from the shop.”  

I was on cloud nine. I thought I was the luckiest guy on earth to be dating such a 
beautiful girl. I had visions of Marsha lying naked and I am fucking her brains out. 
That night I masturbated thinking of her. 

I waited for Wednesday impatiently. Time moved very slowly. At last the D-day 
arrived. I picked her up at the shop at seven. She looked even more beautiful 
than before in a blue body hugging blouse, matching her eyes, which showed her 
curves to their best advantage, and tight blue denim jeans. After the movie we 
grabbed a bite at McDonald’s and then hung around in the Mall. Later we had an 
ice cream. Around eleven o’clock I drove her home. 

We stood on the portico of her house saying goodnight. We looked at each other. 
Suddenly our eyes locked. I pulled her gently to me. She melted into my arms. I 
felt her firm boobs pressing against my chest. Immediately my cock became 
rigid.  

She looked up with parted lips and her face moved towards me. I met her half 
way and crushed my lips on hers. Her mouth opened and our tongue darted into 
each other’s mouth. 

While we were kissing I knead her breasts but when I tried to unbutton her 
blouse she caught my hand and said, “Arnie, please don’t.” I immediately moved 
my hand to other parts of her body. Whenever I tried to push my hand inside her 
blouse she stopped me with, “Arnie, please don’t”. 

We were panting when our kiss broke. “Good night, Arnie, I really enjoyed the 
evening,” she breathing heavily. 

“Me too,” I panted, “How about meeting on Saturday?”

“I’d love to. Pick me up at the same time, same place,” she said.

While driving home I went over the events of the evening. She gave contradicting 
signals. The positive sign was that while kissing she must have felt my hard on 
pressing against her stomach but did not move away and the negative sign was 
that she prevented me from putting my hand inside her blouse. Today was the 
first date maybe things would change. 

The next few dates were the same. The only progress I made was to rub her cunt 
from outside her jeans while she moaned, “Oh Arnie, it feels so good.”

I felt I was wasting my time. There were other fish in the pond. Summer Ball was 
round the corner. I decided to wait till after the Ball. If I didn’t make any tangible 
progress by then, then I would drop her. 

Carlota Perkins Memorial Ball as the Summer Ball was officially called was an 
annual affair. It was held on the last Saturday of September in the memory of 
Carlota Perkins, the only daughter of Mr. Archibald Percy Perkins, the founder of 
Perkins Steel and Engineering Corporation. 

Carlota was a student of the local university when she died in an accident. Her 
father founded the Carlota Perkins Memorial & Educational Trust in her memory. 
It was this Trust which organized this Ball.  

The Ball was very popular among both school and university students. The 
State’s minimum age for alcohol consumption was twenty one but this was not a 
deterrent to the students. They smuggled bottles of their favorite poison inside 
the venue of the Ball and spiked their drinks as well as the drinks of their dates. 
Even the police looked the other way provided things did not get too loud. 

Among the boys this Ball was also known as Cherry Popping Memorial Ball. 
Many girls and boys lost their virginity at this Ball. I lost my cherry two years ago 
to a girl from the university. 

I called Marsha. 

“Marsha, would you like to go to the Summer Ball with me?” I asked.  

“Sorry Arnie, but I am going with Rolf,” she said. 

“Rolf Kroger? How can you? You are dating me,” I said getting annoyed. 

“I know. Please Arnie, don’t get angry. He asked me before I met you,” she said. 

“Drop him,” I said tersely. 

“I can’t, I’ve given him my word,” she said. 

I decided to go alone. 






Dressed in a snappy blue suit, red tie and black leather shoes I reached the 
venue of the Summer Ball at 9 p.m. I saw Marsha dancing with Will Koster. They 
saw me and waved. I waved back. 

Marsha looked ravishing in a long pink dress with plunging neckline, the type that 
has a built in bra, with small red flowers all over it and matching pink high heel 
shoes. Rolf was as usual with his sidekicks Stan and Kevin. 

“Hi guys, it is pretty hot in here,” I said. 

“Hi, big guy, have a drop. It’ll cool you down,” Rolf offered. 

“Thanks man, I just had one,” I lied smoothly, “Perhaps later.” 

“Sure, anytime,” he replied.

Rolf was not tall, about 5’ 5” and slightly chubby. He had a long eagle like nose, 
penetrating blue eyes and unruly blonde hair. He was arrogant and always 
showing off his father’s money. Stan and Kevin were his ‘yes men’. They hung 
around Rolf because he was liberal with his money.  

I danced with Marsha and several other girls. After sometime Marsha joined Rolf 
and his cronies. On each visit to the bar I saw Marsha drinking coca cola with 
them. Around midnight Marsha said, “Rolf, it is getting late. Please take me 
home.” 

“Marsha, it is only midnight. Your mom said to bring you home by two,” Rolf said 
condescendingly, “Have another coke.” 

“Joe, a coke for the beautiful lady. Arnie, what about you? Stan, Kevin, another 
coke? Okay, Joe, make it five cokes,” Rolf said to the bartender. 

Reluctantly Marsha took the coke. We drank and talked for another hour. 
Suddenly Rolf stood up and said, “Come Marsha, it is time to go home.” 

Marsha stood up unsteadily. Rolf quickly put his arm around her to steady her. I 
was surprised to see that even after Marsha was on her feet she let Rolf rest his 
hand on her boob. 

“Thank you, Rolf,” she said thickly. 

I followed them as they walked unsteadily towards the curb. The cool morning air 
hit us. 

“Rolf, you are in no condition to drive,” I said. 

“Who says so?” he replied unsteadily. 

“I say so. You sleep it off and I’ll see Marsha home,” I said. 

“Like hell you will. Marsha is my date not yours,” he said rudely. 

“Sure, she is your date,” I said, “but if you drive you might all get hurt.” 

“Listen, big guy, I brought Marsha with me and I shall drop her back,” he said 
belligerently, “Right, Marsha?” 

“Yesh Arnie, Rolf ish right,” Marsha replied. 

“Gawd, she is drunk. You rascals, you spiked her cokes,” I said.

“What is it to you if we did?” Rolf said. 

By now a small crowd had collected. Suddenly I remembered a rumor of ‘date 
rape’ connected with Rolf and his two cronies. I didn’t know whether the story 
was true or not but I was not taking a chance and letting Marsha go home with 
them. Rolf will definitely take advantage of her especially in her vulnerable 
condition. 

“Rolf, you can’t drive. I won’t let you,” I said a bit too loudly.

“What are you going to do? Beat me up, big guy,” Rolf sneered, “Marsha, come 
I’ll drive you home.” 

“Yesh, Rolf, ash you shay,” she said meekly. 

Before I could say anything a police patrol car stopped. Officer O’Malley and 
Officer Wilkins stepped out of the car. We knew the officers. 

“Hello boys, having a friendly argument or a fight?” Officer O’Malley chuckled. 

“Neither, I was trying to stop Rolf from driving,” I said, “He has had too much to 
drink.” 

“I didn’t hear what you said,” Officer O’Malley laughed but observed Rolf 
carefully. 

“Rolf, he is right,” Officer O’Malley said seeing Rolf standing unsteadily, “You are 
in no condition to drive.”  

“I am all right. I can drive,” Rolf said. 

“Rolf, if you want to argue the point then we can take you to the station and do it 
there,” Officer O’Malley said pointedly. 

“Sorry, Officer, there seems to be a misunderstanding. I was not planning to drive 
but my friend Kevin,” Rolf said changing his version. The condition of both Stan 
and Kevin was even worse. They were swaying and could not even stand 
straight. 

“I suggest all three of you sleep it off in the car or if you like I can take you to the 
station,” Officer O’Malley said and turning to Marsha asked, “Miss, I haven’t seen 
you before. What is your name?” 

“I am Marsha Shterling. We moved here two months ago. My father ish the 
Shenior Vice Preshident of Perkinsh Shteel & Engineering Corporation,” she said 
drunkenly. 

“I see,” Officer O’Malley said, “Where do you live?” 

“33, Belmont Avenue,” I said before she could reply, “Listen Officer O’Malley, 
don’t bother about Marsha. I’ll drop her home.” 

“No bother at all, Arnie,” Officer O’Malley grinned, “We are going that way. We’ll 
see her home. Come Miss Sterling.” 






“ARNIE,” Mrs. Stein yelled. 

“Yes mum,” I replied. 

“Phone for you,” she said. 

“Thanks,” I said picking up the extension in my room and said into the phone, 
“Hello, Arnie speaking.” 

Marsha was on the line.

“Hi Arnie, are you still angry with me?” Marsha said. 

“Why should I be angry? You said that he asked you before me,” I said. 

“No I mean because I was drunk,” she said, “Honest, it was not my fault. They 
must have spiked my drinks.” 

“I know,” I said. 

“Then why didn’t you call me?” she said.

“I was about to but you beat me to it,” I lied smoothly. I was planning to drop her. 

“Are you free on Friday? We can go to the movies, if you want,” she said. 

“Sure, I’ll pick you up at the same time and place,” I said. She called maybe I’ll be 
lucky this time. 

“I’m not working with Foto Kroger any longer,” Marsha replied, “Pick me up from 
home at seven.” 

“What happened?” I asked. 

“I’ll tell you when we meet on Friday,” she said.






When I was getting ready on Friday mum came into my room and said, “Arnie, I 
wish you wouldn’t go out tonight.” 

“Why what happened?” I asked. 

“Today is Friday the 13th. It is supposed to be very unlucky,” she said. 

“Come on mum, you don’t believe this mumbo jumbo about Friday the 13th,” I 
laughed. 

“Well…Sarah and Ruth were saying that statistics prove that more accidents take 
place on Friday the 13th than on normal days,” mum said. 

“Don’t worry,” I said, “I’ll drive carefully.”

At sharp seven I rang the bell of 33, Belmont Avenue. Marsha opened the door. 
She was wearing a printed cotton dress. 

“Hi Marsha, if you are ready then we can leave,” I said. 

“What is the hurry? Would you like a coke?” she said. 

“Sure,” I said. 

“Where is your mom?” I asked. 

“My parents have gone out and won’t return before midnight,” she said giving me 
a can of coke. 

My cock did a summersault in my trousers. 

“She’ll let me fuck her tonight. That’s why she has called me home,” I thought. 

We sat in the kitchen drinking our cokes. 

“Molly Simpson called me,” Marsha said. 

“What did she want?” I said. 

Molly was the ugliest girl I knew. She was 5’ 1”, wore glasses and was fat with a 
round face covered with freckles. Her tits were too small for her body.

“She said that I should thank you for saving me from getting raped,” she said. 

“Raped? I don’t understand,” I asked. 

“Molly said about four months ago she dated Rolf. One evening she had too 
much to drink. On the way home Rolf and his friends forced her to have sex with 
all three of them,” Marsha said. 

“Why didn’t she report them?” I asked. That meant the rumors were true.

“I asked her the same question,” Marsha said. 

“Report what?  Tell the police that three virile males had banged their cocks into 
my cunt, one after the other, for two hours. Oh Marsha, it was heavenly,” Molly 
said. 

“You must be joking,” I said to Molly. 

“No, I am serious. Look at me. I’m ugly. I don’t get to fuck often. I would have 
willingly fucked all three of them if they had asked me nicely,” she replied. 

“How do you know that they were planning to rape me?” I asked. 

“I heard them discussing it at the Ball,” Molly said. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked. 

“You were too drunk. You wouldn’t have believed me,” she said, “therefore I rang 
up my sister to call her friend Officer O’Malley.” 

“Why did you do all this for me? We didn’t even know each other,” I asked out of 
curiosity. 

“Marsha, you are very beautiful. You would have been devastated if they had 
raped you,” Molly said. 

“Then you should thank Molly or O’Malley and not me,” I said interrupting 
Marsha.

“That is exactly what I told Molly,” Marsha said. 

“No, if Arnie had not delayed Rolf till Officer O’Malley arrived then my telephone 
call or Officer O’Malley’s arrival would have been useless and you would have 
still been raped,” Molly said, “Arnie is the real hero. Thank him properly next time 
you see him.” 

“What do you think of what Molly said?” I chuckled. 

“I am also of the same opinion as her,” she said.

“Then thank me,” I laughed closing my eyes and puckering up.  

“Not like this,” Marsha said, “Come into the sitting room.” 

In the sitting room she asked me to sit down on the sofa. 

Suddenly I was unsure. “W…What are you going to do?” I asked sitting down. 

“I am going to give you a blowjob you’ll never forget,” she giggled. 

Oh my God, a blowjob. I had to beg all the girls I had fucked to suck my cock. 
They would make a face and after a couple of sucks, say, “Arnie, I can’t do any 
more” or something like that and here Marsha is doing it voluntarily. 

“Y…You are?” I asked incredulously.

“Of course, sit back and enjoy yourself,” she giggled, “Don’t be nervous. I won’t 
bite.” 

Marsha knelt between my legs and unzipping my fly, pulled out my raging hard 
on. 

“Oooo, your cock is real huge,” she cooed fisting it back and forth a couple of 
times. 

Marsha started off by sucking in my balls one at a time and rolling it around in her 
hot wet mouth. Slowly she licked up the underside of my cock until her lips 
surrounded my cockhead. She did this several times till my cock was wet and 
slippery with her spit.  

“Mum and her friends were wrong, Friday the 13th is a very lucky day,” I thought 
as I watched Marsha give me my first real blowjob.

Then her lips tightened around my cock and began moving down. Half of my 
cock disappeared into her mouth. I was sure she would not manage to take more 
than two thirds of my cock without gagging but she shocked me. 

I watched as she went lower and lower and lower until my pubic hair tickled her 
nose and I could feel her throat closing around the head of my cock. To my 
surprise she did not stop or gag even once.

“Oh Marsha, it feels so good,” I moaned placing my hand on her head. 

I couldn't believe how long she stayed down before slowly coming back up. With 
just the head between her lips I heard her breathing in deeply and then she went 
back down taking it all again. 

Her head bobbed up and down with increasing speed. I was panting and my balls 
were starting to hurt from the pressure.

"Marsha, Marsha, I can’t hold back anymore," I gasped at last. 

Her lips held the cockhead tightly and then she plunged down hard and fast. Up 
and down she went until her head was moving almost as fast as a fist. 

“MARSHA, STOP I’M ABOUT TO CUM,” I yelled. 

To my surprise she looked at me and nodded. It was then that I realized that she 
wanted me to cum in her mouth. She caressed and squeezed my balls. She 
knew I would explode in a matter of a few more seconds.

"OH FUCK …OH SHHHHIIIIITTTTTTT," I gasped lunging up with my hips. 

My entire body shook with convulsive shudders as I poured my hot cream into 
her mouth. She swallowed as quickly as I shot my cum into her mouth. She 
stopped only when my balls were dry. 

“How was I?” she panted looking up with a shy grin. 

“Oh Marsha, you were great,” I moaned pulling her up into my arms and kissing 
her. I could taste the salty tang of cum still lingering in her mouth. 

I don’t know what got into me. I pulled her down on the carpet with me and, 
pushing her on her back, caught her by the ankles and separated her legs. She 
was not wearing any panties. I leaned forward and buried my face between her 
thighs. I had never eaten a pussy before but read enough erotica to know what to 
do. 

She was taken by surprise also. She had not expected that I would eat her 
pussy. 

"Oh Gawd! Arnie, no one has ever done this to me before. Oh, Jesus, go on it 
feels sooo good," she said placing her hands behind my head and pressing it 
against her cunt. 

I stopped to feel the taste of her pussy. 

“OH ARNIE, DON’T STOP,” she screamed, “I’M LOVING IT.”

“So am I,” I thought and plunged again between her quivering thighs.  

I spread her pussy lips and started licking and eating her it. Her cunt was so 
sweet and juicy. She moaned as soon as I licked her pussy and clit. Marsha’s 
hands were on the back of my head pressing her hot cunt against my face. I 
licked her until her breath was rasping in short gasps. 

“OH ARNIE, GO ON. DON’T STOP, OH Y…HESSSS,” she shouted. 

She was about to reach a climax. I licked and ate her harder. 

“OH JESUS! I AMMM CUMMMMIIINNNNGGGGG,” she screamed out her 
orgasm and filling my mouth with a warm flow of pussy cum. 

I continued to lick her juicy cunt. 

“Arnie, I can’t bear it any longer. Take me I am yours,” she panted pulling my 
hair. 

I hugged her to me and putting my right arm behind her, pulled her zipper way 
down. I pulled her dress roughly over her shoulders and pushed it down to her 
waist exposing her shapely boobs, which were much larger and shapelier than I 
had imagined, to my gaze. She wasn’t wearing a bra either. 

I covered her left tit with my hand and started kneading it while I bent over and 
sucking the hardened nipple of her right breast. The moment my lips sucked on 
her hard nipple, I felt her hand slide down to my crotch, groping my hard on and 
making me harder than I already was. 

I inserted first one then two fingers in Marsha’s hot lower mouth and started to 
finger fuck her. Simultaneously I kissed and licked her sexy dark nipples while 
her hand continued to work my cock up and down.  

“Oh ARNIE, DON’T TEASE ME ANYMORE. FUUUCCCKKKK MEEE,” she yelled 
moving her hips in fuck motion. 

“Just a minute,” I said and undressed hurriedly. Meanwhile Marsha also wriggled 
out of her dress and was naked. 

I'd never seen her naked before. She looked even more beautiful than clothed. 
Her breasts were firm with no sag at all. Her nipples, in the center on big dark 
areolas, were hard and pointed straight ahead. Her cunt was covered with neatly 
trimmed dark brown hair.

Marsha lay on her back, totally naked, her legs spread in invitation for me to 
mount her and fuck her. Her sexy rounded breasts were heaving from the hot 
orgasm she'd just finished having. 

I had waited for this moment since long. I moved between her spread thighs, 
bent over and kissed her exposed pussy again and placing my cockhead at the 
entrance of her cunt and lunged forward. 

“OOWWWWAAA,” Marsha screamed, “GAWD, ARNIE THAT HURT.” 

“Oh I am sorry, shall I withdraw? I didn’t know that you were a virgin,” I said. 

“I’m not. Oh Arnie, your cock is so huge that it hurt,” she groaned. 

I started the fuck motion. My cock went in and out, back and forth fucking her. 

She moaned and threw her legs up over my back and pulled me firmly inside her 
pussy. 

Her cunt was very tight. I felt the walls of Marsha’s cunt stretch before my big 
cock, as it slid in and out of her. I continued to vary the speed and length of my 
strokes constantly. 

“Oh Arnie,” Marsha moaned pressing his crotch against her own. 

Marsha’s ass lifted from the carpet. My cock plunged deeper and deeper into her 
pussy as she twisted and humped with all her might from below. Her hands 
wandered firmly over my back and shoulders as I continued to fuck her. 

I pinched her tits and squeezed her ass. I fucked her harder and faster. Her 
whole body shuddered violently. Suddenly with a loud popping sound my cock 
came out of her cunt. 

"Arnie, no! Oh, no, don't take it out!" she screeched. "I like it. It is heavenly."

"Sorry, it just came out," I growled pushing my cock in again.

“AAHHhh,” she moaned as my cock slipped into her wet cunt again. 

Marsha began to writhe under me, slowly at first, and then more violently as I 
continued to fuck her. She spread her legs wider and wider allowing deeper 
penetration. 

"ARNIE... OH, JESUS! DON'T STOP... PLEASE, DON'T STOP!" she pleaded.
I answered by driving my cock faster and harder into her. 

“OH ARRNNIEE,” she screamed in ecstasy with my cock throbbing inside her as 
it moved in and out.

Marsha’s body shuddered with each thrust. She pressed me to her naked body 
with all her strength. Her hips matched the rhythm of my strokes as though we 
were one. I drove in and out of her until I could stand it no longer. 

“Marsha, I am about to cum. I must soon withdraw,” I gasped. 

“NO, NO ARNIE DON’T. I’M SAFE, CUM INSIDE ME. FILL MY CUNT WITH 
YOUR JISM,” she screamed. 

“OH SSSSSHIT…OH FUCKKKKKkk,” I grunted loudly driving my cock deep 
inside her cunt and started blasting the entrance of her womb with blobs of cum. 

Just then her body arched and throwing back her head, she shouted, “OH 
Y…HES OHHH OHHHHHH ARRNNIIIEE I AMMMM CUMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG.” 

"Oh Marsha, that was good," Arnie moaned crushing her lips with mine.

We lay joined together for a long time savoring the intense feeling we had just 
shared. Soon my cock lost its stiffness and slid out of her cunt. 

"Arnie, get off me,” Marsha said, “You are very heavy.” 

“Oh sorry,” Arnie chuckled and rolled off.

“Arnie, let’s go to my room. We’ll be more comfortable there,” Marsha said. 

We picked up our clothes and going to her room got into bed. We sucked and 
fucked for hours. 

At eleven o’clock, Marsha said, “Arnie, I think you should go now. I don’t want my 
parents to find you here.” 

I had no intention of being ‘found’ by her parents. We dressed quickly and stood 
outside the main door saying goodnight. 

“Marsha, it was fantastic,” I said, “I hope you enjoyed it too.” 

She blushed and nodded. 

“We should do this more often,” I said, “How about Monday? Are you free?” 

“I am free but we can’t,” Marsha said, “My mother will be at home.” 

“Don’t worry, I know of a place where we can go,” I chuckled, “Pick you up at 
five.” 

“Five? Isn’t that too early?” she said.  

“We’ll have more time to enjoy ourselves,” I said rubbing her cunt. 

“Alright, I’ll be ready,” she said blushing sweetly. 

Then kissing her goodnight I left.  

 “WOW, what an evening. Friday the 13th turned out to be very lucky for me. On 
Friday the 13th I received my first real blowjob. It was on Friday the 13th that I 
fucked Marsha’s brains out for the first time,” I grinned caressing my semi hard 
cock, “And with my newly discovered taste for pussy eating there are going to be 
many “Friday the 13th” for me in the near future.” 

THE END


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