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You may freely distribute for non-commercial purposes providing that no changes are made to this document. -------------------------------------------------------- Mary's First Blow Job by Wile E (a_smut_reader@hotmail.com) *** An eighteen year old asks her neighbor to teach her about sex because she doesn't want to go to her impending marriage with no experience. (M/F-teen, voy, 1st, mast, oral) *** Author's Notes: The following is a fictitious story depicting fictional characters. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This story is for adult audiences only and contains graphic language and explicit sexual material. The text contains graphic descriptions of sex between adults, family members, teens, juveniles and/or animals. Okay I'm joking about the animals just checking to see if you are still reading. If you want to collaborate or have incest stories that you have enjoyed and think I would also, please e-mail me. *** My wife and I agreed to disagree. So, I packed my clothes and moved out. I moved into a furnished rooming house. It was one of those older two story style houses that had been converted into several apartments. My new apartment was at the end of the hall on the second floor next to the bathroom. The three apartments on the second floor had to share the one bathroom. The apartment consisted of a living room and a kitchen. It had a double bed that actually folded out from the wall. Yea, it was cheap. But, it was within my budget. It was while I was unpacking my pots and pans and other items, putting them away in the cabinets that I made a discovery. There was a cloth potholder hanging on a nail in the wall above the kitchen sink. Odd location I thought. It should be across the room, over by the stove. When I removed the potholder I noticed a hole in the wall that it covered. A large hole through the plaster. The hole was larger than the diameter of a pencil or a bullet hole. There was light shining through the hole. The kitchen in my apartment was on the opposite side of the wall from the shared bathroom. When I leaned over the sink and put my eye to the hole I could see almost the entire bathroom. Ah, ha. Looking directly into the bathroom through the hole I could see that the bathtub was on the other side of the wall from my kitchen sink. Across the room from the bathtub, was the medicine cabinet, sink and toilet bowl. Looking straight down I could see the tub, and by looking across the room I could see the toilet and sink. I hung the potholder back up on its little nail and went to investigate the bathroom. It appeared that the hole was not really noticeable. The hole through the wall had been drilled on the underneath side of a towel rack bracket. There was a matching hole under the other end of the bracket. Both holes went through the bathroom wall. It looked like someone had removed a towel rack from its original position and remounted a towel rack, up about an inch or two higher on the wall. It was visible yet, camouflaged by its simplicity. When the potholder was covering the hole on my side of the wall, no light was visible through either hole. A very devious mind had done this deed. "Huh, this might be interesting," I said to myself. It doesn't take too long to move when you can pack everything you own in the back seat and trunk of a two- door car. After a couple of hours, well maybe not hours, of strenuous unpacking and settling in, I was tired. I dozed off on the couch with the radio playing softly. Sometime later, I awoke up with a start, disorientated. It was totally dark in my apartment, I had fallen asleep without turning on any lights and the sun had gone down. I stumbled in the direction of the kitchen. Some unfamiliar sound had jolted me awake, awake almost. I held on to the kitchen stove to get my bearings and figure out where the hell I was and what had woke me up. Oh yes, strange apartment. Well that took care of where I was. Now, what the hell woke me up? I could hear running water. Loud and close! I turned on the light to check the sink. That wasn't it. I opened the cabinet under the sink, nope. Someone was running water in the bathtub. Oh, that is what woke me up. Scared me for a minute, I thought I already had a water leak. Thin walls, if you can hear water running in the bathtub in the next room. Except for my radio playing softly, all I could hear was running water. Whoa, someone's running water in the bathtub! Where is that potholder? I removed the potholder and leaning over the sink and put my eye up to the hole, I got a very pleasant surprise. She was young, at least younger than I was. Attractive. She stood about 5'3" or 4" and weighted about 150 to 160 pounds with beautiful black shoulder length hair. She was one of those women everybody says she would be a knock out if she weren't fat. Approximately the same size as my 'soon-to-be-ex-wife'. A little overweight but not much though and very nicely proportioned. I watched as she leisurely unbuttoned and removed her bright red blouse. She then unfastened her black lace bra in the back, shrugged it off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Amazingly large alabaster breasts and big auroras with protruding nipples, a really nice chest! She reached behind her back and unzipped her short black skirt and let it drop down her legs to the floor. Black bikini underwear! Wide hips, flat stomach, nice body! She pulled her panties down her tanned legs and with one foot kicked them toward the bathroom door. Thick black curly bush, excellent lap definition. A couple more kicks and she had all her clothes by the door. Firm derriere, what I could see of it. Strong muscular thighs. If you like full-bodied women and I do, she was definitely an eight. On my very first night in my new apartment I get to peek at a voluptuous young woman doing a slow but rather unexciting strip tease. No man would pass up a chance to look at a naked woman. Any naked woman, almost. Mental note: memo to Correspondence Department: mail 'thank you card' to the devious minded person that put the hole through the wall. The young woman turned off the water filling the tub. She lifted her leg and inserted her foot into the tub, testing the temperature of the water. I had an excellent view through the peephole. Distance wise, I guess she was only about three feet away from my face. Between her rounded thighs I could see her pink lips extending through the black curly hair that covered her womanhood. Breasts swaying as she supported her balance by holding on to the edge of the tub. Fat? Na. Curvaceous, full figured young and firm. I was starting to get a hard-on. The breathtaking fantastic body of this young fox kept my eye glued to the peephole. I watched as the woman climbed in and stretched out in the tub and started soaping up. I couldn't see too much of her in the tub because of the angle. But I did see that her hair down between her rounded thighs was really long when it was wet. She finished her bath quickly and got out of the tub and dried herself off. She patted the towel all over her body, sliding it back and forth across her back, making her breasts bounce and sway. She was facing in my direction as she put her foot up on the edge of the tub to dry her leg. Patting and rubbing all the way up to her pussy. The warm water of the bath had made her pussy lips relax. Her lips hung at least an inch down between her thighs. Real long pussy lips. The longest lips I've ever seen. She definitely gave me a solid hard-on. After drying herself off she crossed the room and sat on the toilet seat lid, naked. I watched her brush her pretty black hair. She was a pretty girl, not gorgeous just pretty. She finished brushing her hair and stood up with her back toward me. The young woman stretched her arms over her head, reaching for the ceiling, and then she bent over and touched her toes. I almost creamed my jeans. I'm a derriere man. And, her ass was almost perfect. Just a little bit large but, firm and shapely. I wanted to give her a wedgee. My face! Bending over like that was very alluring. I could see her pink pussy lips protruding between those tanned athletic thighs. A nice tight brown puckered anus stared back at me from between the cheeks of a perfectly shaped ass. The sight was all the more enticing because of the contrast between her darkly tanned thighs and her very white ass. Unzipping my pants, I released 'the monster'. 'The monster', my prick, stood quivering like a needle on a compass. Grabbing the monster by the neck with my index finger and thumb, I squeezed and slowly pulled upward. I had never been a peeping tom before now, this was very sexy. The young woman spread her legs wider apart. Still bending forward at the waist, she wrapped her fingers around her left ankle and bent even further forward, pulling her body toward her left leg with both hands stretching the muscles in the backs of her thighs and calves. Then she swung her hands and torso over to her right foot and did the same thing and back again, and again. She did this several times. The woman was extremely limber. I was in derriere dreamland. My hand slid up and down my dick faster. She gave me such titillating view, ass cheeks rubbing up and down against each other and beautiful pink pussy lips framed by her black hairy bush. Formidable hard-on. My hand started moving faster. The woman stopped her stretching exercises, turned around and sat back down on the toilet seat lid. She reached into a little red basket that was sitting on the floor. Rummaging around in it until she found what she was looking for. She leaned back against the toilet tank and rested one foot on the toilet seat and the other foot on the floor and started applying toe nail polish. The view was very erotic. Her pink puffy lips just peeked out between her supple thighs. The curve of her ass was so enticing. She crossed her leg, putting one foot on the other knee and continued applying the nail polish. The view of her womanhood just got a lot better. This was all I could stand. The thunder started deep in my balls, and started picking up speed as it moved up my shaft and then split the head of my prick as it rocketed out. I squirted into the kitchen sink, wave after wave of sperm spit out 'the monster'. My knees buckled; luckily I was leaning against the sink. It had been a long time between eruptions. My wife and I remain friends. In fact, we were arranging our own divorce terms. However, we had not shared a bed for a long time. So consequently, I was one horny bastard. Mental note: memo to Awards Department: send this tantalizing woman a dozen long stem roses as a thank you for the sexual relieve that she unknowingly provided. Wait; that would lead to an explanation concerning the hole in the wall. Na. Forget it. Cancel memo. Absentmindedly, I turned on one of the taps in the sink, washed my sperm, and the extent of my current sex life down the drain. Mistake! Quickly, I looked through the hole again. The woman was still sitting on the toilet seat lid, but had straightened up and was looking directly at me! I think my heart skipped a beat I froze. She was looking directly toward the hole! I felt as if the wall wasn't there and she could see me clearly. I was unable to tell from the look on her face whether or not she was aware of the peephole. Feeling guilty and fearing discovery I started making more noise. Camouflage. I opened the cabinet below the sink and rattled some pots around. Trying to make sounds like I was cooking or something, I don't know. I looked through the hole again. The woman was standing up now and had a robe on and was turned away from me, facing the sink. The woman was cleaning something under the running water. Finishing that she picked up her hairbrush and did a few more strokes through her shiny black hair. She probably doesn't know about the hole. Just reacted to the sound I made when I flushed my current sex life down the drain. Who knows, my sperm may have screamed. Yea, that's it. Finally, she gathered up her toilet articles and put them in the little red basket, wrapped her robe around herself tighter and left the bathroom. ** About a week went by without me see any of my new neighbors, in or out of the bathroom. I never did eyeball the neighbor in apartment "A". In apartment "B" lived a woman and her daughter. The mother's name was Beth and her daughter's was Mary. Beth and Mary came over and introduced themselves one evening and brought a platter of cheese and crackers. A welcoming gift. I supplied the wine. Liebenfraumilch, an inexpensive white wine, not dry. We drank, munched and chatted. Beth was retired on disability from the postal service and Mary was getting married in a few months. Mental note: memo to 'department of lists': put Mary on the unattainable list. Reason being that it's easier to get a married woman into bed than an engaged one, the married woman no longer has stars in her eyes. To bad too, Mary had a nice ass. I knew because I had seen Mary's naked ass in the bathroom via the hole in the wall. Voluptuous woman. Tonight she was wearing a white tee shirt and blue jeans shorts without shoes. Mary had piled her shiny black hair up on the top of her head in a French bun. Devastatingly beautiful blue eyes framed by black 'horn rimmed' glasses. She was sporting that librarian 'look' that men love. That 'look'. The one that says that she's unattainable. That pompous prim and proper look. The look that challenges men. Makes men fantasize about seduction, the look that dares them to get her so hot that she'll throw her glasses against the wall, shake her hair down, rip your clothes to shreds and screw your ears off. Yea, that look. Sexy. Very sexy. During the evening I kept sneaking glances at Mary. Sneaking looks, hell I was leering with my tongue hanging out and panting like a dog. Her tee shirt was too damn tight. And, her shorts were too damn short. Looking good! Looking damn good. Her hips had a marvelous undulating motion when she walked. She had played on the tennis team in high school. Ah, that explains her lithe legs and hips. Couldn't keep my eyes off those legs. I wanted to nibble teasingly on her strong rounded thighs. Beth was continuing her bragging about Mary. Graduated two months ago, and already has a good paying job as a bank teller and she's only eight-teen. Yea Beth, that's nice. Wait, only eighteen. Mental note: memo to 'Compliance Department': Mary is not jailbait. We shot the bull, ate cheese and crackers and drank wine for a couple of hours. I even went out and got more wine. Yea, that's the plan; get'em both drunk. Horny bastard. Yea I'd screw either one I was that horny. Beth asked where I was from. Oh, out of town, hitchhiked in, got me this here ride, from a guy had him one of them turnip trucks. Oh, you mean seriously. So I told them about my wife and me separating. Mary displayed more curiosity when I made that statement. Peaked her interest. Mary looked me straight in the eye and boldly asked, "Was it sex? Ah, that caused the breakup, I mean." Mary's question instantly agitated Beth. Reprimanding her by explaining that the subject concerning sex wasn't any of Mary's business, until she was married. I ignored Beth's motherly old-fashion proclamation and acknowledged the question anyway. Wanting to see Mary's reaction I answered, "No, the sex was incredible. My wife could be an instructor in art of sex. She really knows how to please a guy, when she wants to." "The reason we separated was that she wouldn't get off my ass." Further explaining that I couldn't take a beer and walk out on the porch without her nagging questions like, "Where you going?" -- "What are you doing that for?" -- "How long you going to be gone?" crap like that. I said we loved each other once, I guess, but after five years of that kind of crap I just couldn't take it anymore. I was twenty-six years old and had nothing to look forward to excepting, being dominated like that for the rest of my life. And of course, excellent sex. But, no thanks! So, I split. Beth informed me that she had divorced Mary's father when Mary was about four years old. He left her for another woman. Therefore, all men without exception, were scum and should tarred and feathered before being drawn and quartered. Beth was getting drunk. Time for Beth to leave. She was starting to sound like my wife. I suggested it was getting late and Mary took the hint. Mary helped Beth to her feet and gently pushed her out my door toward their apartment. Mary hung back, stopping in my doorway. After Beth finally staggered into their apartment Mary turned to me and said, "You know I'm getting married in a couple of months?" Jesus, how many more times am I going to be told? Is there a prize or something if I can repeat this? So, I again congratulated her on her upcoming marriage and wished her all the happiness in the world. I started to close the door but I could see that Mary had more she wanted to say. So I waited. Mary looked down at the floor and said a little embarrassed that she didn't know anything about pleasing a guy because she had never had sex. All she had even done with any guy was just hot and heavy necking. She said she wanted to please her future husband but she didn't know how. She was looking for brotherly advice; I didn't know what the hell to say. So I told her not to worry, that it would come quite naturally when she and her husband were in bed together. The image flashed in my mind of Mary doing her bathroom exercises. Nice firm ass, lucky guy. "Would you teach me about sex?" she asked. My brain vapor-locked. I was about half-tipsy from the wine. It was affecting my hearing. "I'm sorry, what was that question?" I asked. "I said, would you teach me about sex?" she repeated. Oh, I get it now. She's a teaser. I'd bet she had all the boys in high school running around like the Keystone Cops with hard-ons. She was joking. Girls that flirt like this don't think of themselves as teasers, they are just joking around harmlessly. Yea, harmless blue balls, Batman. Knowing that she was just joking, I laughed and replied, "Sure kid, anytime you want." "When?" Mary asked. OK, lets play. Think fast, she's not twenty-one and probably couldn't get her hands on any booze. I told her, "Any evening you come knocking on my door with a bottle of Liebenfraumilch." Lame. The response, not the wine. Mary wished me a good night and swiveled that fantastic ass all the way down the hall as she walked to her apartment, waived without looking back and went inside. Women always seem to know when men are eyeballing their butt. How? Round one to the defending world champion. Try to tease me will you. I've been teased by better. Besides, I really need more women problems, yea. Two nights later, Saturday about 6:30 there was a knock on my door. Yea, sure enough. There was Mary standing there with the requested bottle of wine. She smiled up at me said, "Teach me tonight? I got the wine." Duh, I got the time, you fox, if you're serious, I thought. I said, "Well, OK, if you're sure you really want to." "I have no experience, but I want to please Robert, just like you said your wife always pleased you. But, Mom won't tell me anything I should know about sex and high school sex education is a joke. I want to learn how to make my husband so happy he'll never be sorry he married me." "Come on in, we'll think of something to teach you," I said. "No, not here!" Mary said. She didn't want her first lesson in my apartment for fear that her mother would find out. Yea, sure, a screamer. Think; it was a warm summer night. "Let's go to a drive-in theater," I said applying pressure. 'First Aid Tip of the Day'. Always apply pressure directly to the teaser, this will stop the teaser from teasing. "No, I might run into some of Robert's friends," she replied. Yea, right. Couldn't back out at a drive-in could you? Everybody steams up the windows at the drive-ins. Drive-in baby factories. I told Mary that I knew a place down by the river, nobody would know that we were there. Mary agreed that would do nicely. We drove in my car to an area down by the Missouri River, a few miles away that was under construction. I parked in a shady area where the passing security patrols wouldn't see my car. Away from the heavy equipment. I wanted to see how far Mary would go with this game before she backed out. "What do you want to learn first?" I asked her. Thinking that this was really clever of me, now the ball was in her court. She replied that she had never even seen a man's genitals, except in magazines. Could she see mine? Gulp! Ball in my court. I know what she's up to; she's going to point at my prick and laugh. I've heard this joke, you call that a prick? My car had front bucket seats that could be leaned backwards, almost but not quite flat but close enough. So I figured I would give her a real test. I leaned my seat back and told her how to lean hers back. Lifting my arms, fingers interlaced behind my head I told Mary to unzip my pants and pull them down. And, she did it! Mary sat up, turning toward me and reached over and unsnapped the snap and grabbed the zipper and unzipped my blue jeans. I raised my hips and she wiggled my blue jeans down, but not my underpants. She pulled my jeans down below my knees. She then ran her hands slowly up my exposed thighs giving me goose bumps. Mary reached up pulled out the waistband of my underpants and looked down inside. "Can I take your underpants down too?" She asked. "Oh, yes!" I said. If she's going to quit teasing she better stop soon. She didn't quit! Mary peeled my low rider BVD's down almost before I had a chance to raise my hips to help. Wow, that was fast! Here it comes, now she'll point and laugh. She didn't. Mary just stared. I've read somewhere that the average length of a man's prick is six inches. Well, some poor guy is running around with a "five inch'er". Because, I got a seven. Although you couldn't tell it by looking at it now. There I sat, limp dick exposed to the world. I was starting to get slightly embarrassed with her staring at it that way. Mary was moving her head around to see it from different angles. She seemed mesmerized by her first close up view of a limp dick. Yo, monster! Wake up! "Can I touch it?" Mary asked. "Oh, please touch it," I begged. I hate to beg. Mary reached out and touched it gently. Tentative about handling my dick because she had never touched one before. She slowly wrapped her fingers around my prick and gave it just a little squeeze. The monster started to grow. Mary ran her other hand and fingers over my balls and thighs. She squeezed my prick again, squeezing softly. Growing taller. More squeezing. More growing. She squeezed a little harder. I moaned. Mary was enjoying herself and was fascinated by how my dick grew so hard and so big just by her touch. Now it was seven inches. That's a boy, stand up proudly for this provocative lady. "I didn't know they got so big. Tell me what to do! How to please you. Can I make you cum?" Mary asked. I must keep my role as instructor foremost in my mind. I'm not here just to be the cum'ee. Or, am I the cum'er? I'm here for the betterment of mankind. Yea, that's the ticket. "Of course, you can make me cum any way you want. You woke the monster up. When he's standing up and swollen like that, he will spit at you. But, let's not hurry this. We're going to make your guy Robert a very astonished but, satisfied man." "OK, show me how to make you cum, real hard," Mary said. Fine by me. I had her make a circle with her fingers and thumb around my shaft. Holding her wrist so her hand couldn't move, I arched my hips, slowly pushing my prick up through the circle of her fingers. Mary's face broadened into a wide smile, she was having a good time. She took over the stroking after I did a few more slow demonstrative hip thrusts through the circle made by her fingers. I instructed her on how I liked her to stroke it. Very, very slowly. Milking it on the upward stroke. She stroked it with one hand, the other hand cradling my balls. Mary asked me what the few clear drops of liquid were coming out of my prick. I explained to Mary that it was pre-cum. One way of telling when you are 'turning on' a guy. More the precum flows, more the guy is 'turned on'. She put her face close to my prick, better to see it in the now darkening car. Mary smeared the precum all around the head of my prick with her fingers. She was enthralled by how silky smooth the head felt. I was getting pretty enthralled myself. "Mary, squeeze it harder just below the head. Notice how the head of the prick swells even larger? Squeeze it, it won't break," I moaned. Mary said, "Ah, Yes! Look! Did you see that? It jumped!" "I felt it. Do it again, please," I said. "That's neat! It gets so hard when I do that. That's a real sensitive spot, ain't it?" Mary said. "You're leaking precum again." I moaned. She smiled at me in the darkening car, and said, "I like the way you arch your hips when I squeeze you like this." "That's because your hand feels almost as good as a blow job," I replied. "That's sucking on it, right?" Mary asked. "Yes," I said. "Can I suck on it?" "OH YES! I'd love that." She did. Mary was a good student. She run her tongue over her lips and leaned forward and touched the head of my prick with the tip of her tongue. She was sampling the taste of my precum. Squeezing my prick on the upstroke to get more precum she sampled it again. She apparently found the taste enjoyable, Mary moaned as she wrapped her lips around the head of my prick. Sliding her lips down as far as she could. She took half my prick in her mouth. Sucking hard. Real hard. Her enthusiasm almost made me cum immediately I had to instruct her to take her time, go slowly. I gave her a lesson that all men would like to give women. How to give a blowjob that they'll never forget. I taught her to use her teeth to nibble lightly on the head. And, of course, how and where to use her tongue. I had her use her naughty little pointed tongue to circle around the ridge of the head slowly. I instructed her to lick the bottom side of the head where it joins the shaft. The most sensitive spot on a man's dick. She used her teeth to nibble and suck there too. I had her lick my balls and then gently blow on them while their wet. Mary loved doing that, it thrilled her to watch my testicles move around in their sac changing shape. I taught her how to use her fingers and nails. On my prick, balls, butt and thighs. Lightly scraping nails and little nibbles, not hard, just hard enough to tease. Tease them until they beg for release. Then tease some more. Tease me until I'm shooting dust out my balls, woman. I told her how a man loves to have a woman swallow his cum. The quickest way to man's heart is not, like your Mom told you. It's not through his stomach. It's by sucking all the cum you can suck out of his prick and swallowing it all. And, to do it for her guy often, the more often and unexpected the better. If men feel less pressure to perform, they're more relaxed. They know you enjoy sex as much as they do. And then guess what, they perform better. A man wants a woman to be a bad girl in bedroom, and not afraid to experiment sexually. Mary was a quick learner; she was making me feel really good. She nibbled on my inner thighs until I spread my legs wider. Her fingernails scraped on my outer thighs. Her bites were moving up my inner thigh to my nuts. The good little student kept one hand always stroking my shaft. Precum was flowing slowly over her fingers and dripping off her hand on to my balls. Mary licked the precum off my balls and slowly moved her tongue and licked her fingers as she looked up at me with those devastatingly blue eyes. The smoldering look in her eyes said it all; we were both enjoying this. Mary lowered her eyes and face and sucked on my balls and licked until she had them soaking wet, then gently blew on them. Her eyes got as large as saucers as she watched them move around in their sacs. She was squeezing my prick tighter with her fingers on the upward stroke as she kissed and licked her way back up to the head of my prick. I was ready to cum, I couldn't hold back any longer. I finally said, "Baby, I'm going to blow a hell of a load." "How do I make you cum real hard?" Mary asked. I told her. She started moving her hand faster and with longer strokes. Mary cupped my testicles with her other hand, lifting slightly, cradled and squeezing. My nuts got as hard as golf balls. She sucked the head of my prick in her mouth. Her head was bobbing up and down furiously. She was moaning as much as I was. Oh damn this felt great, she sucked hard and her fast hand jacked me off into her mouth. My asshole imploded. A volcanic pressure built up in my nuts and erupted. The monster spit. Boy, did it spit. There had to be a hole in the back of her head. Mary swallowed. She swallowed with enthusiasm. Swallowed every squirt after squirt that came blasting from deep within me. And, she kept sucking and sucking and sucking. I almost hyperventilated. I couldn't catch my breath. Finally, Mary reluctantly stopped sucking. I think she stopped just to see if I would live. I was still panting like I'd just run a hundred- yard dash. I hadn't cum this powerfully for a very long time. Deed well done. Well done indeed! That had been the absolute best blowjob I had ever had! She continued to nestle her face in my crotch licking softly on my prick and balls with that naughty little tongue for a long time. Each time a drop would appear at the slit in the head of my prick the naughty little tip of her tongue would reach out and taste it. Incredible blowjob, it drained me completely. Excellent student. Mary sat up smiling. She liked this, I could tell. She and I both were delighted with her first fellatio lesson. "I came too! When you came in my mouth!" she said excitedly. Ah, she had enjoyed herself. She told me it was the first time she had ever had an orgasm with a guy. And, she had cum without actually touching herself. That's a good sign boy, she gets off on sucking. Memo to: You Where Wrong Department: She's not a tease! Mankind will build a statute in my honor for this sacrifice. Robert, 'what's-his-name' would be eternally grateful. He probably will never know who his benefactor was. But this lucky sum'bitch was going to reap the rewards of this sexual creature for the rest of his life. This was one totally open and sexually curious young lady. Mary went on to tell me that she had masturbated to orgasm often but, always alone, no man had ever touched her pussy! And, she had never got off like this before by masturbating. Whoa, Yes. She said no man had ever touched her pussy. My tongue got hard! A virgin! Every man's wet dream. My mind went into high gear, rapidly calculating different ways to get this girl's pants off. Well hell, how hard could it be, mine where off. I blurted out my first thought "How do you masturbate?" I asked. "Mostly I use my fingers," she said. "Once in a while I use a vibrator but I'm afraid that Mom or somebody else will hear it and know what I'm doing. I almost did it for you that time I knew you were watching me through the hole in the bathroom wall." My heart stopped! I think that's when I started stuttering. I couldn't think of a thing to say, what could I say? I finally stammered out; "H-how ah, you mean ah, you knew I was watching you." "Oh yes, I was trying to get you to ask me out. I was hoping for a night like this." I wanted in her pants now more than ever. After all if a girl will go through that much effort to get into my pants the least I can do is fuck her ears off. I told her that I would like to watch her masturbate. I said, "You're the teacher now, show me what you like and we'll make you cum." What I really wanted was to get her pants down and get her to spread her perfect thighs wide open so I could bury my face in her snatch. Remembering that she had and almost perfect ass, I wanted to tongue her pretty ass hole too before I slipped her 'The Monster'. I reached out to help unsnap her shorts. She grabbed both my wrists, stopping me. She replied that she would love to but not now. Maybe sometime later tonight. She was worried that we had been gone too long. Her mother would get suspicious. An eighteen year old with a damn curfew. Shit! Memo to: You Where Wrong Department: Put a hold on that last memo, it may have to be modified. True she gave me the best blowjob I've ever had but still no man has ever touched her pussy. That puts a chink in my statue. So, I put myself and my clothes in order the best I could in my weakened and drained condition. We left the area and head back home. Mary assured me that we where not done for the night. Her mother was going out later with some friends and wouldn't be home until the wee hours in the morning. My hopes and my dick rose again. When we arrived back at the apartment house about fifteen minutes later. My hopes and my dick fell again. My 'soon-to-be ex-wife' Rose was sitting on the apartment steps waiting for me. Sorry, this is the end of this story. Mary and I never did get back together. She did get married that year and moved out of state shortly afterwards and I never saw her again. Mary, if you read this story, I hope you don't get mad. You have provided me with a very erotic memory that I will keep until I die. Thank you very much. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 63