Thanksgiving Request
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Hetero, Adult/Teen, 1st Time, Cheating
It was chilly for the Southwest desert. Even though late November, John was accustomed to warmer weather. Driving with the heat on, John was bundled in a heavy jacket he was not comfortable wearing. He probably should have worn a long-sleeve shirt, but John's wardrobe consisted mostly of golf shirts. After all, he was retired and living in a warm climate. However, what most of the country considered warm was too cold for the 50 year old.
"I love this time of year," his wife said.
"Brrrr, too cold," John replied, purposefully making his teeth chatter.
"Stop that! You'll break your dentures."
"Dentures? Look, just 'cause I took an early retirement doesn't mean I'm old. These teeth are as good as they were 30 years ago... the capped ones even better."
Both John and his wife Mary shared a chuckle. They had been teasing each other for more years than they liked to admit, and still shared a youthful humor. The two were best friends, and had been since high school. John glanced over at his wife and studied her in the dim light. She was still attractive, especially with the minor cosmetic surgery that eliminated some lines and loose skin. He had said she didn't need it, but her logic was that it should be done before she needed it so that no one would notice. As John studied his wife's face, he felt a pang of despair. Even though Mary was still attractive, the flame he had felt for her had burned out. John loved his wife, but the sexual passion they had experienced earlier in their marriage had faded.
When they arrived at their friends' house it was crowded and noisy. Thanksgiving was a time for merriment, with family and close friends getting together to talk, joke, drink, and stuff their faces with too much food -- a festive time for people; a fretful time for turkeys. John and Mary had moved away from their families many years before and these friends were more like family than friends. They had known Fred and Connie for over 20 years, since moving to Arizona. They didn't see each other much during the year anymore since they were no longer neighbors, but John and Mary always went to their friends' house for Thanksgiving. Well, at first it was Connie's parents' house, but after they died the tradition moved to their friends' house.
When John and Mary entered the house some people just waved and shouted a hello while others ran up to them, giving them a hug or handshake. These were people that had aged together, and watched each other's children grow. Some of those children were now married with their own toddlers.
After getting settled and accepting the drink shoved into his hand, John looked around. He recognized many faces and saw some he didn't know. It was expected since every year Mike and Connie invited new acquaintances, but one young girl looked somewhat familiar to John. Her beauty made it difficult not to stare at her.
"She's grown up, hasn't she?" Connie said.
"What?" Surprised, John quickly turned to face Connie. "Who is she?"
"That's Heather."
"No way."
"Yep, all grown up. Would you believe she's 17? It seems like just yesterday that she was born. Remember how big her mother was on that Thanksgiving? We all thought Candy was going to have her baby on the dining room table and ruin our dinner. Haha. Not my sister. No way would she ruin Thanksgiving. Hahahaha."
John stared at Connie's niece. She was breathtaking, with her long dark hair, slim figure with cute little breasts and ample hips, a flat belly which was prominently displayed between her hip hugging jeans and her top that didn't quite reach her waist. When she turned and bent over, John saw the cutest round butt imaginable.
"Is that a tattoo?" he asked, noticing the colored ink on her lower back.
"Yep," Connie said, shaking her head, "can you believe it? Someone in this family getting a tattoo? I don't know what made Heather do it. We are a religious family. Candy was sooo angry she dragged Heather to church right then and there and almost threw her into the confession booth. She grounded Heather for two months. You know, in our family, we don't let our children date until they get out of high school. Candy and Heather fought about that and I think Heather rebelled. Sometimes I just don't understand that girl."
John understood very well what Connie was talking about. He felt very close to his "extended" family, but he didn't believe in their ways. If his parents had been that strict with him when he was a teenager he would have rebelled too. John didn't want to seem too obvious so he tagged along with Connie to chat with other adults, but he couldn't help glancing back at Heather from time to time. She was captivating and he couldn't take his eyes off her. Occasionally, he noticed Heather catching his stare, but she simply gave him a warm smile. After all, although they only saw each other once a year, she had known him her whole life.
As was the tradition, while the women and some of the men worked frantically in the kitchen preparing the feast, the children would go outside and play. The idle men would sit back and watch football. But his year John was compelled to tag along with the youngsters, having a desire to watch Heather. When he went outside they were already throwing a football around.
"Let's play a game," Heather's brother said.
They quickly divided themselves into two teams, except one was short a player. John was asked to join that team which he willingly did. They began a game of two-hand-touch on the city street. It had been years since John played football and he was really getting into it. Thankfully, there wasn't a lot of room to run so he held his own.
On one particular play, Heather was running with the ball and John was coming up from the side to tag her. His arms were extended with his hands out, ready to complete the "concrete tackle" when Heather suddenly turned and ran right into his hands. John felt the pliable firm flesh of the young girl's breasts through her sweater and yanked his hands away. He was about to apologize when Heather began giggling and gave John the cutest smile he had ever seen. She ran back to her teammates leaving John standing there stunned.
After a while the game broke up and some stayed outside to throw the football around. It turned into a free-for-all with everyone wanting the ball thrown to them and trying to block anyone else from catching it. Unlike the touch football game, there were no rules and a lot of pushing and grabbing was going on. John found himself alone and frantically waving his arms to get the attention of the boy with the ball. All of a sudden he felt arms clasp around his body from behind and the obvious feeling of small breasts being pushed into his back. John looked down and saw the sparkly nail polish he knew Heather was wearing.
"Not fair," John said, not trying too hard to break free. Heather's body felt very nice pressed against his.
"Too bad... I'm guarding you." Heather's was a jovial tone as she squeezed John's body tighter. The ball was thrown to someone else and Heather began giggling saying, "I got you. Hahaha."
Heather's cousin, Jenny, called out for her to catch the ball, deciding to play boys against girls. Heather's hands dropped before pulling away, brushing John's cock. John assumed it was an accident and grabbed Heather's arm as she tried to get clear for the pass.
"Oh yeah," John said, swiftly moving behind the young girl and wrapping his arms around her, one hand on her belly and a forearm across her chest. Heather tried to escape and squirmed in John's grasp. Her small soft body felt wonderful to John so he pulled her even closer. Heather giggled again and began pushing her ass into his crotch. He assumed it was an innocent attempt to break free, but part of him thought it seemed intentional. John rid that idea from his mind and continued holding her tight. The feeling of her body in his arms and her ass against his groin caused his cock to begin hardening. Afraid Heather would feel it, he let her go.
Heather turned around and John saw her eyes lower to his crotch. She stared for a moment and then ran away, waving her hands in the air to get the current ball thrower's attention. John wondered if the young girl, who he had watched grow up, had felt his semi-erect cock.
Nothing further happened during the game, and then they were called into the house to eat. Jackets and sweaters went flying as the kids ran into the house, everyone scrambling for a free bathroom to wash their hands. John, as an adult, was permitted to use the master bathroom so he was one of the first to enter the dining room. John took the chair next to his already seated wife at the long table. He was engaged in a conversation about how he was changing his golf swing plane, demonstrating his new "from the inside" path, when his left elbow hit someone next to him. He turned to apologize when he realized it was Heather. To his surprise she was taking the seat next to him. It was customary for the kids to sit together but for some reason the young girl sat right next to him.
John was about to say something when Fred announced they were going to say grace. Everyone bowed their head, but John stole a glance to his left. He was amazed to see Heather looking at him. She gave him a smile that indicated they shared a secret -- that they weren't the religious type. John quickly turned away and kept his eyes locked on the tabletop.
There were more people invited than the table could comfortably accommodate so the chairs were very close to each other. As soon as grace was completed, everyone reached for a dish of food to take from and pass to the left. The closeness caused a lot of bumping into each other so John's arm would constantly touch Heather's shoulder, arm, and if she was facing his way, her breast. Every time the latter happened, John panicked and looked at Heather, but she didn't seem to notice, or care.
The dinner was the typical noisy affair. A lot of joyous people eating great food chatted, often across the table. Occasionally, there were bursts of laughter. Then everyone else would get quiet in order to partake in the humor they had missed. But John couldn't totally concentrate on the conversations around him. He was very cognizant that the beautiful young girl, who he had watched grow into a teenager, was sitting close to him. Their elbows would bang in the close quarters which would often bring a chuckle, but John even felt Heather's knee against his leg. He almost pulled away, but he enjoyed the contact. Instead, he left it in place, thinking that if it bothered Heather she'd move her leg -- she didn't.
Heather pushed her chair back which made a scraping noise. When she saw her mother's glare from across the table, she said, "I dropped my napkin." Candy nodded, no longer afraid that Heather was leaving the table early, and turned back to the person she had been talking to. Heather dropped to her knees, placing a hand on John's thigh for support. He gasped, looking first at the small hand on his thigh and then quickly at his wife on his other side. She was busy talking to someone next to her. Heather leaned more under the table, tightening her fingers on John's fleshy thigh. He felt his cock stiffen.
When Heather came out from under the table her face was turned to John's side. She used his leg for leverage as she got up. John noticed a hesitation while Heather's eyes seemed to be on his crotch -- on the prominent lump in his pants. Instead of simply standing up, Heather slid her hand up John's thigh until it was close to his erect cock, but then let go as she climbed back into her chair. Heather moved her chair back under the table and resumed eating in silence. John looked for any indication that Heather had noticed his erection, but she didn't seem to demonstrate any. He was even more uneasy than before, and had a hard-on to boot.
John placed his napkin on his lap, something he rarely did, to cover his obvious excitement. Heather glanced at him doing it, but turned back to her food without saying anything. No other incident happened during dinner or afterwards. John and his wife said their goodbyes, hugging, kissing, and shaking hands with old and new friends. John thought Heather's hug was extra tight, and half expected her to get onto her tiptoes to kiss him, but she just said goodbye and gave him a sweet smile saying, "Too bad we only get to see each other once a year."
It was over a week later that a surprised John received a phone call from Heather. It had never happened before and was totally unexpected. John was feeling lonely because his still working wife had left on a business trip just the day before.
"Heather, is anything wrong? Are your folks okay?" John asked, not understanding why Heather called him.
"Yeah, they're fine."
"What's the matter? How'd you get my number?"
"I found it in Aunt Connie's phone book. Are you mad that I called?"
"Um, no, just surprised. Is there a problem?"
There was a hesitation on the other end of the line and then Heather said, "I can't talk about it on the phone. I was wondering if... I hope I won't be a bother but... can I come talk to you about something?"
"Of course. You know I will always be here for you."
"I hope so." John almost had to strain to hear Heather's reply. It was almost like she was talking to herself. "Can I come over now?"
"Uh, okay. I'll give you my address."
"I already have it. I got that from my aunt's phone book too. Are you sure it's okay. I don't want to bother you."
"No, Heather, it's fine. I was just surprised by your call. Come on over."
John looked around his empty house and quickly began putting things away and made the bed. Although he would have denied it on a stack of bibles to his wife, he lived like a bachelor every time she left him alone. That is until the day before she was to return. Once the house was put in order, John sat in his big leather chair and waited for Heather's arrival. He wondered what she wanted, but he was also a little excited to see her again. He remembered how pretty she was on Thanksgiving and the feel of her young body, even though the contacts were brief and innocent.
When the doorbell rang John answered it to find Heather standing there. She smiled at him, although he noticed it was an uneasy smile, and he wondered what was wrong. Heather gave him a hug like she had at Thanksgiving, but it seemed to linger longer. John kept his hands around the young girl, unconsciously stroking her back with one.
"Heather, come in," John said, all of a sudden aware that he was hugging a teenage girl in the open for any of his nosey neighbors to see.
John stepped aside for Heather to enter his house. He closed the door and turned to walk, but bumped into Heather. She had remained right behind him.
"Excuse me. I seem to be bumping into you a lot," John said, flustered.
"My pleasure."
John thought that was a strange answer but shrugged it off and led Heather into the family room. He motioned for her to sit on the couch while he took his leather chair. John waited for Heather to speak, but she remained silent, looking nervous.
"Heather, how can I help you?"
"You know my parents."
"Of course I do, since before you were born."
"No, that's not what I mean. You know my parents... how, um, strict and old fashioned they are."
"Well, I know they're religious. I'm not like that but..."
"That's why I want to talk to you. Because you're not like them."
"Heather, is it the tattoo?"
"Oh-my-god, you know about that? Did they tell you and make a big deal about it?"
"No, I saw it when you bent over."
John saw a twinkle in Heather's eyes and then she said with an impish grin, "Oh yeah, you were looking at me a lot that night."
Now it was John's turn to blush. "Um, it was just that when you bent over... um, your shirt rode up and... um, well... um..."
"Did you like it?"
"I only saw part of it."
Heather suddenly stood up and spun around. Before John could say anything, she unsnapped her jeans and pushed them partway down, holding her sweater up in the back. John was supposed to be looking at the tattoo, but his eyes were riveted on the top of her pale blue panties. He was getting the forbidden "panty peek" that he always found exciting.
"Heather, for god's sake, what are you doing?!"
"I'm just showing you my tattoo, silly. You said you didn't see it all."
"But Heather, you're showing me..."
The young girl twisted around so that she was looking at her lower back. "Oh, you mean my panties. So what? Um, do you like the color?" Heather giggled and wiggled her ass for emphasis.
John couldn't take his eyes off the undergarment that was supposed to be guarded by women, let alone teenage girls. He felt his dick stirring in his pants and knew he should look away, but he couldn't.
"So, do you like it? ...I mean my tattoo?"
"Heather, you shouldn't be doing this."
"Why not? I saw the way you looked at me Thanksgiving. You even got hard looking at me... like now."
"Heather! For god's sake, you're only 17."
"My birthday was two days ago. I'm 18."
"Wh-What does that have to do with anything? You shouldn't be pulling your pants down in front of me."
"I didn't pull my pants down. I just lowered them a little so you could see my tattoo. Jeez, this is pulling my pants down."
To John's amazement, Heather pushed her pants to her knees. His eyes were locked on her now fully exposed panties; the undergarment not covering her butt completely. He saw the elastic diagonally crossing her round buttocks, not fully shielding all of her meaty, pale flesh. John was able to see the shadow of her crack through the thin material and the bulge between her parted thighs where her pussy pushed out the crotch of her panties.
"Heather, what in God's name are you doing?"
"I'm not doing it in God's name. I'm doing it for you."
"For me? What are you talking about?"
"I know you like to look at me so... I'm letting you look." The young girl wiggled her ass provocatively.
John was beginning to sweat. He knew what was happening was wrong, but part of him liked what he saw. In fact, that part was very hard and twitching in his pants. But Fred and Connie were close friends and this was their niece. And he was happily married. And Heather was so young. And... John stopped thinking of reasons when Heather sat down on the couch with her jeans still at her knees and her legs spread as far as the restricting garment would permit. He stared between her thin thighs at the crotch of her panties. John could just make out the shadow of dark pubic hair behind the pale blue color.
"You know, I've had a crush on you for years," Heather said. John's eyes moved up from between her legs to her face. "I used to always stare at you at Thanksgiving. But this was the first time I saw you staring at me."
"You're very pretty."
"But it was more than that. I know you got excited. I saw your hard-on. I even felt it."
"But Heather, that's a natural thing that happens. I don't have control over my... um... it happening."
"You mean like now?"
John saw that Heather's eyes were on his crotch... on the lump in his pants. He folded his hands in his lap and said, "Heather, what do you expect? You're beautiful and your pants are down. How do you expect me to react?"
"I was hoping just the way you are. I came here to ask you a favor."
John waited, but all Heather did was lower her eyes. She just sat like that, all of a sudden shy.
"Heather, I'm here for you. I've known you your whole life. What do you need?"
"I want you to be my teacher."
"I don't understand. I'm not a teacher. You know that, don't you?"
"That's not the kind of teacher I want you to be."
"Then what?"
"I want you to teach me about..." Heather paused for at least 30 seconds and lowered her eyes again before saying in a voice just barely heard, "...sex."
John sat in silence. He understood what Heather wanted, at least he thought he did. Her parents -- whole family actually -- was overly religious and to a teenager they were stifling. He had seen if for years, but kept quiet about it. After all, it was none of his business. But now Heather made it his business. He wasn't sure how to respond, but felt sorry for the young girl.
"Heather..." John waited for the girl to look up, "I will answer any of your questions. But you have to promise me you won't let your parents know where you got the information. If you do, my friendship with them will be over."
"I don't want to ask you questions about sex. Well, maybe I will... but I want to learn about sex."
"That's what I said. I told you I'll teach you. Just ask me questions and I'll answer you to the best of my ability... as long as you promise to keep it between us."
"I promise. I will never tell a sole. But... but you don't understand."
"Help me out then. By the way, can you please pull up your pants? This is hard enough without you sitting like that."
"That's what I mean. I don't want to pull my pants up; I want to take them off. And I want you to take yours off."
John was stunned to silence. He stared at his friends' niece. She was asking for a lot more than he had thought.
"Heather, you're only 17 ye..."
"Eighteen! I'm 18."
"I stand corrected. How old is your father?"
"He's 44."
"I'm 50. I'm older than your father."
"But you're so nice, and funny, and handsome. I know you don't think the way my parents do, so that's why I'm here. I trust you. I need your help and don't know what I'll do if you don't help me."
At this point Heather's eyes watered and tears began streaming down her cheeks. She looked down again and sniffled, trying to hold back her crying, but wasn't successful. John got up and sat next to her on the couch, wrapping her in his arms and pulling her to his body, her weeping face on his chest. He just held her like that until her crying subsided. Then he let go.
"Please hold me," Heather said. "Please, just for a little longer."
John embraced the girl and held her tight. Her soft warm body felt good, and he felt it moving as she breathed heavily, trying to control her feelings. From time to time John glanced down at her legs, at the jeans still around her knees and the bare thighs above them. Her legs were together now, but he could still see her panties. His cock, which had softened during the previous discussion, had once again risen.
Heather enjoyed the feel of John's arms around her. She snuggled close, burying her face in his chest. When she had stopped crying Heather opened her eyes and noticed John's erection. She raised her face so that it was close to John's. Without uttering a word, Heather pressed her lips to his.
Caught up in the moment, John kissed the young girl and pushed his tongue into her mouth. When she responded he realized what he was doing and pulled back. Heather stared up at him with tear-streaked cheeks and watery eyes. A faint smile was on her face, mixed with uncertainty.
John was shocked with what he had done. He sat silently while Heather grabbed his hand and lifted it to her mouth. She planted numerous kisses on his palm before pressing it to her cheek.
"Please John, don't reject me."
"It's not that I'm rejecting you. You are a lovely girl. It's just that it's not right."
"Why not?"
"I'm too old."
"I don't think so."
"You're much younger."
"I need someone experienced to teach me."
"I'm married."
"I won't tell... I promise. Cross my heart."
Heather's answer told John just how young and naïve she really was. Heather slowly leaned into John until the side of her face was once again on his chest. He was about to hold her when he caught himself and pulled his hand away. Heather stayed like that for a while and then rested her hand on John's thigh. He stared at it like he was having an "out of body" experience, even when it began to stroke him gently.
Heather was softly whimpering but was aware that John didn't push her hand away. She increased the length of her caress, making sure to stop before touching his cock. Heather noticed John's breathing get deeper and saw his cock twitching in his pants. She lifted her head and began kissing John's cheek. She planted kiss after kiss until his skin was wet with her saliva. Then her mouth moved towards his and her relentless kisses continued, but this time on his lips. She kept it up until John grabbed the back of her head and held her still, mashing his lips to hers and thrusting his tongue inside her mouth. Soon they were in a passionate French-kiss.
This time when John pulled away it was more gradual, capturing Heather's bottom lip between his and stretching it until the contact broke. He stared down at the girl's face, seeing hope in her eyes. Heather's hand continued to stroke his thigh.
"Heather, are you a virgin?"
The young girl's stroking hand froze as she sheepishly said, "Yes."
"Have you ever done anything with a boy?"
"I-I've kissed one."
"That's all?"
"Yes. I can't go on dates, but it was at school. We kissed several times and then he tried to go further. I got scared and ran away. Then I didn't let him kiss me anymore."
"Why'd you get scared?"
"Because I don't know what to do. That's why I came to you for help. Please, I really need you to teach me."
"Teach you what?"
"Everything."
"What's everything?"
"I heard about things from my friends, but I don't understand it all... and I... um, don't know how to do it. And I don't know what I don't know."
Heather's eyes were lowered while she spoke in a soft voice. John listened to the teenager struggle to admit her ignorance... actually her innocence. She seemed so lost and afraid. Maybe it would be right to help her. After all, he didn't want a boy who only wanted to make a conquest and get as far as he could, to be the one to "teach" her.
Without warning, John placed his hand on Heather's breast. Startled, the young girl jumped back, breaking the contact. She looked into John's eyes with fear.
"Is that what the boy tried?" John asked.
"Yes." Heather's eyes dropped again in embarrassment and confusion.
"And that's the way you reacted?"
"Yes. Then I ran away."
"Are you going to run away now?"
Heather looked up. Her face showed her uncertainty. She thought for a few moments and then came to a conclusion. She moved back next to John and pulled his hand to her breast. John heard her breathing speed up and he hoped she wouldn't have an anxiety attack and hyperventilate. To Heather's confusion, John took his hand away.
"Okay, I understand," John said. "I will help you. But you have to promise me that if you want to stop or if there's anything you don't want to do, you will tell me. I promise you I will not force you to do anything you don't want to."
A smile broke out on Heather's face. "I knew you'd be the right one for this. Thank you so much."
Heather wrapped her arms around John with gratitude and pressed her lips against his. When she shoved her tongue into his mouth he was surprised by the passion of her kiss. He eagerly returned the kiss and moved a hand once again to Heather's orange-size breast. He heard her gasp and then her tongue stopped moving, but she didn't pull away. John didn't squeeze the breast, but sort of massaged it with the palm of his hand. John heard a moan and then felt Heather's hands clutch him tighter, and then her tongue became active again.
John broke the kiss and looked at the panting girl. "Are you ready?" he asked.
Heather nodded her head up and down and moved in to resume the kiss, but John held her away. She looked at him in confusion.
"We are not here to make out, but for me to teach you," John said. Heather blushed knowing she had gotten carried away. "Okay, let's begin. First, since you've been sitting all along with your pants at your knees, you might as well take them off."
Heather looked nervous, the enormity of what she was about to do bringing doubt to the teenager. But with resolve she didn't know she had, Heather pushed her jeans to her feet and kicked them off, along with her sneakers. Her thighs automatically closed.
"I assume you know what all the parts are?" John said.
"Parts?"
"Breast... vagina... penis."
"Oh, yeah."
"If I used words like pussy and cock, would that upset you?"
"No, that's what we call them." Heather suddenly blushed a dark shade of red. "I-I mean, when we talk about... um, when we girls talk..." The young girl was too flustered to continue.
"Good. If I use a word you don't understand, just ask. Do you masturbate?" Heather's eyes got real big and she turned even redder. "If you can't talk about sex, how do you expect to do it?"
"But that's so private."
"Do you know that everyone masturbates?"
"Really?"
"Yep."
"You do too?"
Now it was John's turn to blush. But he was determined to go through with what he agreed to.
"Yes, I do."
"But you're married. You don't have to."
"Heather, there are times it just feels good to do it."
"Yeah, I like it too."
"Okay, so you masturbate." Heather blushed again realizing her confession. "How do you do it?"
"What do you mean? There are different ways? I touch myself with my fingers."
"Do you stick anything inside?"
"No, I tried my finger once but it hurt and bled so I never did it again. I just rub myself... you know where."
"No, tell me."
"On my clit."
"And no one else has ever touched you there?"
"No, never."
"Do you orgasm?"
"I think so."
"Okay, I think it's time we both got naked."
The fright in Heather's eyes almost caused John to change his mind. If she hadn't been sitting in her panties he might have, but seeing her like that and talking about her masturbating kept his cock stiff and throbbing.
John told Heather to stand up and undress. If she was going to chicken out, he wanted it to happen before he exposed himself to her. The teenager stood up and grabbed the bottom of her sweater. After taking a deep breath for courage, Heather yanked it straight up and over her head. She was standing in bra and panties, holding the sweater in front of her. John didn't say a word. He wanted Heather to make up her own mind. After a strained few minutes, Heather dropped the sweater and removed her bra. Her tits were about the size of oranges, with very pale aureoles and small stiff nipples. John didn't know if her nipples were hard from the cold, her embarrassment, or arousal. It took her a while to push her panties down, but she eventually removed them. Her hands automatically covered her nudity but, when John gestured for her to do so, the jittery girl dropped them to her sides.
"You are beautiful," John said.
John stood up so suddenly that Heather jumped back. He was around three feet in front of her and nonchalantly pulled his golf shirt off. When his hands went to his belt, Heather's eyes were riveted on them. He opened his pants and pushed them down and off. Heather's eyes were focused on the obvious bulge in his underwear. When John pushed his underwear down, his cock sprang free. Heather backed away a little more, but her eyes never left the first cock she had ever seen.
"This is how a man masturbates," John said, then began slowly jerking off. "If you do it to me it's giving me a hand-job. Come here and try."
Heather hesitated for a moment and then closed the space between them. Her shaking hand reached out and grabbed John's cock. He told her to keep her fist loose and just move it up and down his cock. Heather did. It wasn't the best hand-job John had received, but watching the beautiful teenager do it made up for any lack of skill. In fact, because of all that had happened, John needed to cum.
"You know how babies are made, don't you?" John asked. Heather was enchanted with what she was doing and simply nodded. "Tell me what you know."
Heather looked up and said, "A guy puts his cock inside the woman's pussy and they..." She looked John in the eye to see if it was okay to talk the way she was and didn't see any shock or admonishment. "...They fuck. The man's sperm impregnates the egg and the woman gets pregnant."
"Good, I see they do teach you something about sex in school. How does the sperm come out of the man?"
Heather stopped her hand movement and thought. They never went into that much detail and she wasn't sure.
"When the cock is rubbed, the sperm shoots out," John told her. Heather yanked her hand away from John's dick as if it suddenly got red hot. "Okay, I know where we'll begin. Jerk me off until I cum. You see, when a man has an orgasm, his sperm comes out of his cock."
"Won't I get pregnant?"
"If the sperm isn't inside you, you can't get pregnant. Anyway, I've had a vasectomy."
"What's that?"
"The sperm comes from my testicles. It's a minor surgery that cuts the tubes the sperm travels through. So I've been sterilized."
"Then nothing will come out if I rub you?"
"Well, I'll still shoot semen, but it's like shooting blanks." Heather gave John a vacant stare. "The part of it that gets girls pregnant will be missing, but the rest will be there. You wouldn't be able to tell by looking at it with the naked eye, but under a microscope you'd see the difference. Let's sit down before we start again."
When they were sitting on the couch, John pulled Heather's hand back to his hard cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and began jerking him off. She was mesmerized with the feel of a cock and watching it slide in her hand. John simply enjoyed the feel of an innocent young girl wanking him. John told Heather to touch his testicles. She lifted his cock out of the way and poked the wrinkly sack, then pinched it between her fingers. But she was more interested in the cock and began rubbing it again.
If Heather had been watching John's face she would have realized something was about to happen, but her eyes were locked on her fist and the cock within its grip. She kept pumping, even when John's hips began humping. And then she thought John had peed. She jerked back as the long rope of sperm shot straight into the air and fell onto John's chest. Heather realized it wasn't piss so she resumed her hand movement, causing more and more of the white cream to jump out. After a while it dribbled from the opening onto her hand.
"Okay, you can stop," John said breathlessly.
Heather pulled her hand away but held it out in front of her. It was covered in warm sperm.
"That, my dear, is how a man climaxes. And the white stuff is sperm. Go on, feel it."
Heather rubbed her fingers together. "It's warm."
"That's because it came out of my body. You should taste it too." Heather looked at John as if he was crazy. "We're going to be doing other things later that you need to know what sperm tastes like. Go on, taste it. It won't kill you."
Heather brought her cum-covered hand to her mouth and stuck out her tongue. John thought it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen when she licked some of her sperm and brought her tongue back into her mouth. Heather's face crunched up as if she had eaten a sour lemon.
"You don't like the taste?" John asked.
"Well, I guess it's not that I don't like it. I was just sort of scared to taste it. After all, it came from where you pee."
"There is no pee in it. Don't worry about that. So, does it taste bad?"
Heather moved her mouth with her eyes up while trying to taste John's sperm. She used her tongue again to lick more up, this time quite a bit more. When she tasted it Heather no longer made a face.
"It's okay. Not something I would go out of my way to eat, but it's not bad. Kind of salty."
John told Heather he was going to clean up, and returned with a warm, wet washcloth for her hand.
"Hey, it's not hard anymore," Heather said pointing to John's now flaccid dick.
"That's because I came."
"Oh, so we won't be able to do anything else?" she said dejected.
"We can do a lot. In fact, I think we're up to the next lesson." John cleaned Heather's hand and sat down next to her. "Honey, you just made me feel wonderful and now I'm going to show you how a man can give a woman pleasure."
John stared into Heather's face as he cupped her naked breast. Her eyes closed momentarily and then opened. John began caressing and squeezing the small orb, and then covered her other one with his free hand. Heather kept moaning as her breasts were titillated for the first time.
"Do you like this?" John asked.
"Hmmmmm, yesssss."
"You used your hand on me to give me pleasure and now I'm using my hands on your tits. But there are other ways to give pleasure. You can use your mouth, for example."
"What do you mea...? Ahhhh!!"
John thought the direct approach would be best and lowered his mouth to Heather's breast, capturing her nipple between his lips and flicking his tongue at it. Besides the moan, Heather's hand automatically went to the back of John's head to hold it in place. She was experiencing sensations she had never felt before. John opened his mouth wide and wrapped his lips around the small tit, getting all of it into his mouth. His cheeks caved in as he sucked, then he dragged his lips along the soft skin until the breast popped from his mouth. Before Heather could complain that he abandoned it, John had sucked her other breast into his mouth and began licking it. He went from breast to breast until Heather's nipples were as hard as they were going to get.
John moved back to Heather's mouth where he found a passionate girl thrusting her tongue into his mouth and moving it frantically around. The teenager couldn't stop moaning as she passionately kissed the older man. John continued to use his hands on Heather's tits all the while. When he broke the kiss he looked at Heather. Her eyes were closed and her chest was rising and falling with desire.
"I never knew... it would be... like this," Heather said, panting and breathing hard.
"You ain't seen nothing yet," John teased.
John leaned forward and planted a kiss on each breast in turn, then dragged his tongue down Heather's body until he was at her bellybutton. John kissed her there several times, eliciting a giggle each time. Then he rapidly flicked his tongue in her bellybutton, causing the young girl's flat belly to undulate. While Heather was lost in the new sensations, John slipped off the couch. He was on his knees and pushed Heather's legs apart, moving between them. The 50 year old man was looking at an 18 year old pussy. He noticed some glistening moisture on her fine hairs.
Heather opened her eyes and was dazed for a moment. She noticed John on the floor between her legs, smiling up at her. She was embarrassed to have him so close to her pussy with her legs spread and instinctively tried to snap them shut. But John wouldn't have that and kept them apart.
Heather watched John stick his finger in his mouth to wet it. He used his thumb and forefinger of his other hand to pry her labia apart, exposing her clit. With his wet finger, John touched Heather's clit and gently rubbed it.
"Oh god, aaahhh, oh, oh!" Heather moaned while her lower body jerked.
John continued rubbing Heather's clit and then captured it between his forefinger and middle finger, sliding those fingers along the sensitive flesh. Heather kept groaning and panting. John released Heather's clit and slid his finger down through her slit until he located her hole. Very gently, John inserted his forefinger and pushed it in. He got to the second knuckle when Heather jerked her hips up, causing the finger to go in all the way.
"Oh god, what are you doing?" Heather said.
"My finger is inside you. How does it feel?"
"Oh god, it feels so funny. I want to squeeze my pussy and hold it. It doesn't hurt like last time. I feel so wet down there. Am I bleeding?"
"No, you only bleed the first time. You must have torn your hymen... your cherry, that other time. And you're not bleeding. Your pussy is lubricating from arousal. It does that to allow a cock to move in and out of you. I'm just using my finger, though, but your pussy doesn't know that. The good news is you won't have that pain anymore. This doesn't hurt, does it?"
"Oh no, it doesn't hurt. It feels... I can't explain it." John wiggled his finger. "Oh god, oh god. It feels so good."
John began a slow finger-fuck. Each time he'd slide his finger partway out, he'd feel Heather's pussy grab it. And when he pushed his finger back in, the young girl moaned. He continued doing it, and then began touching her clit at the same time. Heather went ballistic, her lower body jerking wildly. John didn't stop until Heather screamed as her orgasm swept through her body. He gently pulled his very wet finger out of her spasming body.
"That was unbelievable," Heather said when she recovered.
"So you never felt that before?"
"Well, on a smaller scale, I guess."
"So you probably did have an orgasm when you masturbated, but it's better when someone else does it for you."
"I'll say... and how."
John let Heather rest while they discussed her experience. She found out that many parts of her body were sensitive, like her bellybutton. John nibbled on her earlobe and stuck his tongue into her ear to prove that more than her tits and pussy were erogenous zones. The young girl giggled from some of it because it tickled her, but she admitted it felt very sensual.
When Heather was breathing regularly, and John knew she was back to normal, he said, "Remember when I told you that the mouth was used to stimulate a person, not just the hands and fingers."
"Yeah, on my breasts."
"Not just your breasts."
"I know that, silly, on my mouth, and you showed me on other places on my body."
"But I haven't shown you every place."
"What do you mean?"
"Just sit back and enjoy."
Heather stared at the older man in confusion. She didn't want to sound too childish so she waited for the "lesson" to continue. The teenager never expected what happened next. John lowered his face between her legs and began licking her pussy.
"Ahhhh. Oh no, stop. Ahhhh. John, please stop." When John looked up at the confused girl she said, "That's dirty. Don't put your mouth there, it's gross."
"Honey, trust me. You wanted to learn all about sex. Well, this is another form of sex. It's called oral sex. I don't think it's gross. Most men even enjoy doing it. And I never met a woman who didn't like it done to her. So sit back and trust me."
John waited for Heather to say something, but she was baffled. When she didn't object, John began licking her pussy again, eliciting moans and sighs from the girl. Heather was experiencing yet another new sensation. Her pussy felt like it was on fire, like sparks of electricity were firing between her legs. John's finger on her clit had felt wonderful, but it didn't compare to his tongue. Each time his tongue flicked across her swollen clit, Heather's hips jerked upwards. And when he captured the meaty flesh between his lips and sucked it, Heather thought she would go out of her mind. Her legs unconsciously tried to snap shut, but John was in the way. It's not that she wanted him to stop, but she simply couldn't control her body.
John loved the taste of the teenager. She was so fresh and juicy. Her convulsing body and moaning also spurred him on. He wanted to give Heather a pleasure she had never known, to pay her back for the trust she had given him. John relentlessly lapped away on the young girl's clit, causing her to gasp and jerk. He then changed his target, licking like a dog dying of thirst between her labia while pulling them apart. And then he drove his tongue deep into her virgin hole. Heather actually screamed when John shoved his tongue in, and then moaned when he wiggled his tongue inside her.
John opened his mouth as wide as he could, and pressed it against Heather's pussy. Creating a suction-like seal, he pressed his lips against her crotch while using his tongue like a jackhammer, driving it in and out of her hole rapidly. Heather's lower body kept pushing against his mouth, unconsciously performing the fucking motions she wanted to learn. Her body took over as she fucked John's tongue.
John's eyes were raised so that he could watch the young girl's reaction. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open. It looked like she was about to scream, but nothing other than a sigh or moan came out of her open mouth. Heather's face was red and looked strained, but John knew it wasn't from pain. When Heather's breathing became a quick pant he drew his tongue out of her hole and slid it upwards within her slit. When it made contact with Heather's clit, John began furiously licking it. Heather's body jerked so much he actually had to hold her buttocks to keep her from bouncing away. And then Heather screamed, so loud and high pitched John thought the mirrors in his house would shatter. She screamed again and again, all the while bucking her pelvis while John continued licking her clit.
"Please... stop! God, stop! Oh god, oh god! Stop!" Heather cried out when her sensitive clit couldn't take any more stimulation. She grabbed John's hair and pulled it. "I can't... oh god, stop!"
John backed away and sat on the floor. He smiled up at the twitching girl and wiped his saliva and her juices off his face with the back of his hand. He waited patiently for Heather to come out of the sexual high he had just given her. He watched her face, a mixture of strain and pleasure, and her lower body continuing to fuck the tongue that was no longer there. Perspiration, originating at her neck, slid down her body. It followed a trail between her orange-sized breasts across her belly, finally pooling in her bellybutton.
Heather slowly opened her eyes and looked like she was in a dreamlike state. It took her a while to focus, and then she saw John between her legs smiling at her. She returned his smile with a warm, grateful one of her own.
"That was unbelievable," Heather said. "Are you sure it wasn't gross for you?"
"Heather, it was heaven. I loved every minute of it."
John stood up and got back onto the couch next to Heather. She grabbed his head in her hands and placed her lips on his. They kissed passionately for a while and then Heather pulled back, licking her lips.
"I can taste myself," she said.
"Is it gross?"
Heather licked her lips again and said, "No." Then she looked down and said, "Hey, you're hard again. Do you want me to rub it?"
"You mean jerk me off?"
"Yeah."
"Did you like when I used my fingers on your pussy... when I masturbated you?"
"Yeah, that was great," Heather said, grabbing John's hard cock and beginning a slow pumping motion.
"Did you like it better when I used my mouth?"
"Oh did I. That was even better."
"It's the same for boys."
Heather's hand stopped. She looked at him with a puzzled expression and said, "I don't understand."
"Heather, I told you when we began that I won't force you to do anything you don't want to. So if you don't want to do it, then you don't have to. You've heard about blow-jobs, haven't you?"
Heather blushed and looked at John's cock. He saw the hesitancy in her face and then a smile cross her lips.
"You want me to put your cock in my mouth."
"Only if you want to do it."
"It will be better than my hand?"
"Much."
"Okay, but I don't know what to do."
"Isn't that why you came over... to learn about sex? Just put my cock in your mouth and suck it like a lollipop."
Heather leaned over and then slid off the couch, getting between John's knees. She lifted his hard cock in her hand and tentatively brought it to her lips. First she kissed the spongy head and then licked it. John watched the girl as she experimented, finally opening her mouth and wrapping her lips around his cock. Heather's cheeks caved in as she sucked.
"That's really good," John said. "Now move your mouth up and down." Heather tried, but when John cried out, "OUCH!" the startled girl pulled off his cock and looked up with a panic-stricken face. "Sorry, I didn't mean to yell. It's my fault. I forgot to tell you to cover your teeth with your lips. Please do it again. Your mouth felt wonderful."
Heather stuffed John's cock into her mouth, being very cautious not to hurt him. She sucked and bobbed her head up and down. In the beginning she kept gagging, but soon learned to control the depth. When John told her to lick it as well, she followed his direction.
John was in heaven. An 18 year old girl was on her knees giving him a blow-job. Her angelic face was a paradox -- she looked so innocent but had a cock in her mouth. He told her how to use her hand on the part of his cock not in her mouth and where the most sensitive areas were. Soon he was getting a great blow-job.
"Heather, I have to ask you something." The young girl raised her eyes to meet John's, but she continued to suck and lick the cock in her mouth. "Remember what came out of my cock when I climaxed?" Heather nodded, still sucking his cock. "Did it taste bad?" This time she nodded no, actually causing John's cock to hit the inside of one cheek and then the other. "Well, your mouth is going to cause me to climax. Some women let the man cum in their mouths, but some don't. I need to know if I should pull out before cumming. Do you want me to cum in your mouth or not?"
This time Heather stopped sucking. She didn't remove the cock from her mouth, but it was obvious she was deep in thought. As saliva built up in her mouth Heather swallowed, causing her mouth to tighten around John's cock, but other than that she stopped the blow-job. Then she did pull her mouth off his cock.
"What do you want me to do?"
"It's great not to have to pull out, but it's what you want that matters. It's your decision."
"Okay, I'll do it. You can cum in my mouth."
With that, Heather wrapped her lips around John's cock once more and began sucking it. Soon her head was bobbing, dragging her lips over his cock while making sure her teeth did not hurt him. She was a quick learner and was giving John extreme pleasure. He fought to keep his eyes open so that he could see his cock inside the young girl's mouth. That added to his pleasure. And then he couldn't hold back any longer. He tried to warn Heather, but all he was capable of doing was to grunt. Again he forced his eyes to stay open, something not easy to do when he climaxed, but he wanted to see her face when his sperm filled her mouth.
Heather's eyes opened wide when she felt the hot sperm splash inside her mouth. She stopped her movements and then the next load filled her mouth. The inexperienced teenager quickly swallowed the salty substance just before more of the goo coated her tongue. She kept swallowing until no more came out. Then she sucked the cock and bobbed her head, resuming her blow-job. Although John had climaxed, Heather didn't realize the blow-job had ended. It wasn't until John told her to stop that she did.
"That was fanastic," John said, bringing a smile to Heather's face.
John watched as the teenage girl continued to swallow the remnants of his sperm. He couldn't believe that he just unloaded globs of hot semen into the teenage girl's mouth and she willingly swallowed it. When Heather placed the side of her face on his knee, John gently stroked her hair. He then grabbed her upper arms and stood up, pulling her to her feet with him. John gave the girl a loving hug and then led her to his bedroom where they both lied down on his bed and cuddled. Soon they were fast asleep.
John awoke about an hour later to a wonderful sensation -- Heather was sucking his cock. He watched her until she noticed him looking, then he smiled. The ends of Heather's mouth curled up in her own smile without releasing his cock. John pulled Heather's little body over his so that she had a knee on either side of his head and pulled her by the butt until her pussy was on his mouth. John's tongue sought out the wet folds of the teenager's pussy and soon they were both pleasuring each other with their mouths.
John felt Heather pushing her pussy more urgently against his mouth, and her own mouth went into overdrive. She was very aroused and reaching a huge orgasm. Her passion manifested itself in her eager mouth, sometimes swallowing too much cock and gagging. And then her blow-job became inconsistent. She sucked John's cock a while and then paused while she ground her pussy onto John's face. When the mini-orgasm subsided, she'd return to sucking and licking on the cock in her mouth, stopping the next time she felt the tingling in her loins. And then she unintentionally let the cock slip from her mouth as she raised her head, tilting her neck back. She would have been staring at the ceiling if her eyes had been open, but they were clamped shut as a huge orgasm swept through her body.
John waited patiently for Heather's orgasm to subside, but when she stuffed his cock back into her mouth he pushed her off him. Lying on her side, Heather looked down her body to John's face, giving him a pout that showed her annoyance with not being allowed to suck his cock. He ignored it and flipped her around, once again pulling her on top of him, but this time face to face, belly on belly. He pulled her head down and shoved his tongue into her mouth. Heather eagerly sucked the tongue, covered in her pussy-juice, and even licked John's lips. Heather's knees were on either side of John's body and she was humping his belly.
John broke the kiss and pulled Heather up his body so that her tits were at the same level as his mouth. He immediately began sucking them, from time to time gently nipping her nipples. Heather's humping increased, John feeling the wetness on his skin. When he had his fill of her breasts, John rolled Heather over with him now on top. Her legs were still spread and he found himself between them. When John lowered his face to kiss Heather, his cock was resting on her pussy. It was now he who was doing the humping.
"Are you ready for the final exam?" John asked.
"What do you mean?"
"I want to fuck you."
John saw the hesitancy on Heather's face again. Then she smiled at him and said, "I'm ready, Teach."
John got into position and pressed his cock at the entrance to Heather's virgin pussy. He pushed gently and saw her tense up. Instead of pushing into her, John used his thumb to stroke her clit. When Heather's face relaxed and she began moving her pelvis, John pushed partway into her and held it there until Heather opened her eyes.
"Feel it. Feel my cock inside you," John said.
Heather's little hand snaked between their bodies until she located their joined genitals. John felt her fingers feeling all around the area, especially where he was inside her. It was at one of those times that he pushed a little more into her. Heather felt the big cock slide inside her pussy and she gasped. John had never felt anything so snug before and went very slowly. With John's cock nestled between the vee formed between Heather's forefinger and middle finger, he kept sinking more and more of his dick into her until her hand was trapped between their bodies.
"Are you all right?" John asked. When Heather nodded, he said, "You are no longer a virgin. You are a woman now. Are you ready to be fucked?"
Heather smiled at him and nodded. John pulled out very slowly and then reentered her just as gently. He did it again and again, feeling his cock slide between her fingers, and then into her pussy itself. It wasn't until Heather pulled her hand away and began humping her hips up that John sped up.
"John, thank you for doing this. I never thought it would be this good... feel so good. You can fuck me anytime you want. Just don't stop now. I love your cock in my pussy. I love talking dirty like this. Fuck me, John. Fuck my pussy with your cock. Oh god, uh... yes! Like that, uh!"
John had begun pulling almost all the way out and then ramming his cock into the young girl's pussy. She'd grunt each time he plowed into her. Soon he was pulling out as fast as he thrust into her, fucking her rapidly. John knew he'd orgasm soon, but was surprised when Heather's pussy tightened around his cock as she came first. John never missed a beat during Heather's orgasm and kept pounding into her. When Heather's orgasm subsided, she wrapped her legs around John's waist and used it as leverage to pull her body up with each of his thrusts. If John hadn't been preoccupied with fucking her, he would have realized that you don't really have to teach someone how to fuck -- their instincts take over. And that's the way John continued to fuck the young girl -- him pounding into her hard and she using her legs wrapped around his body to fuck him back. John gave one final thrust and then held still as he pumped his sperm into the teenager's pussy.
John collapsed onto Heather and then realized he was smothering her. He rolled off her onto his back. Heather leaned over him and began kissing him all over the face. When John regained control of his facilities he grabbed Heather by the back of her head and pulled her lips to his. They kissed passionately.
"I guess the lessons are over," John teased.
"I think I'll need a refresher from time to time," Heather joked back.
The two cuddled together, holding each other tight. They didn't have to speak. They both shared the aftermath of wonderful sex and knew it would happen again.
THE END
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