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Nita Blanchard was feeling down that Friday morning, and she knew why.

She had turned 50 the previous day, and no one – not her husband, not her three children, none of her friends – had acknowledged the occasion in any way, shape or form.

Never mind that she had insisted that they not make a big deal out of the milestone, telling one and all that turning 50 made her feel old, even though in reality she felt anything but old.

Her husband, David, had left for work earlier than usual that morning, after getting in late from a four-day business trip the night before, and all she had gotten in the way of a goodbye was a sleepy kiss.

So she had slept in, then shuffled around getting coffee, feeling sorry for herself. She'd have thought that someone would have at least wished her a happy birthday, but it was as if the date had slipped everyone's mind.

Finally, around 10:30, she climbed the stairs to get ready for work. Nita worked part-time for a large crafts supply store, mostly just to stay busy and for some extra spending money.

She got ready to get a shower, when she saw the envelope next to her makeup tray. The outside of the envelope was blank, and she opened it cautiously. She read the enclosed letter, which was written in David's precise block hand, then she smiled broadly. It read:

"Dearest Love, Let me be the first to wish you a belated Happy Birthday. Don't worry about turning 50; it's not so bad. As far as I'm concerned, you're just as beautiful and sexy at 50 as you were when you were 20. There is a reason why I didn't say anything to you yesterday, a reason you will soon learn. But for now, here is what I need you to do. Pack your makeup bag and a small overnight bag. One change of clothes is all you'll need. When you are finished packing, close up the house and be waiting out front at exactly 11 o'clock. Don't worry about work. I've already arranged for you to have the day off. Love, David."

Nita hurried and threw together her things, and changed into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, and her sandals. The clock on the mantle was chiming the hour when she walked out the front door. Seconds later, her jaw dropped as she saw a stretch limousine pull up the drive. A uniformed driver – a pretty, youngish woman, as it happened – got out and opened the back door.

"Good morning, Mrs. Blanchard," the driver said. "My name is Chris, and I'm going to be your driver for the day. I hope you will make yourself comfortable. There are sandwiches and drinks in the little refrigerator, and you might want to grab a bite while we drive to your destination. Your husband tells me you have a busy day ahead of you."

"Why, thank you," Nita said, a little flabbergasted. "Where is our destination?"

"We'll both find out when you read the letter that's sitting on the fridge," Chris said. "Enjoy the drive."

Nita settled in the back seat of the limo as it pulled away from the house. She reached in the small icebox, pulled out a small sandwich and a bottle of water, then opened the letter. It was also from David, and Nita began to get a sense of what was up, and the thought thrilled her.

Her beloved husband of 28 years was playing a little game, sort of a high-end scavenger hunt, and Nita wondered just where it would end.

This letter directed her to a day spa in the city near the town where they lived, where she was to get, "the works," a manicure, a pedicure, a full-body massage, a facial treatment – everything that could possibly be done to pamper a woman.

Nita reveled in the treatment, and the whole experience put a tingle all through her body. She wasn't sure yet where the day was going to end, but she had a feeling it was going to end with David giving her one of his truly awesome fucks.

David's job as a senior vice president for a large corporation took him out of town a lot more than Nita might have liked, but when he was home, they still enjoyed a quality sex life.

They had met when they were both 20, when he was in college and she was working at a department store. From the very first, David had known exactly how to push all of her buttons, and he still did, all the time.

On the surface, it didn't seem like she and David were a match. David was nice-looking, but not movie-star handsome; he was solidly built – about 5-10 and fairly lean – but he was no stud muffin.

To the outside world, he presented a fairly quiet, serious demeanor, in keeping with his corporate image, but those close to him knew him as a knowledgeable conversationalist with a wry sense of humor.

Nita, on the other hand, was very pretty, with dazzling brown eyes that seemed to attract attention everywhere she went. And she still had a body that could stop traffic, with nearly perfect breasts and the butt of a goddess, held together by a frame that was a little taller than average and well packaged.

In contrast to her husband, Nita's personality could fairly be described as vivacious. She was the life of any party she attended, with a knack for finding the common ground in any conversation in virtually any setting.

Despite their differences, Nita and David had enjoyed a rich and happy marriage that had lasted 28 years and had produced two daughters and a son, plus two darling grandchildren.

Although she could be flirty, Nita had never given David any reason to doubt her love; and while he was gone a lot, Nita trusted David to bring his love home to her, rather than spending it on the road.

Nita contemplated all of this as she relaxed in the care of the workers at the day spa. As she was preparing to leave the spa, the proprietor handed her another letter from David.

This one sent her to the salon to have her hair cut and styled, "any way you choose." On impulse, she decided to have her dark brown hair – which was showing some gray – colored with the tips frosted, just for something different.

When she was finished, Chris, the driver, complimented her on her sexy look. Nita gave the driver a long look, thinking about one of her richest fantasies, then chuckled sunnily. She knew she'd never follow through on any of the lurid fantasies she enjoyed.

She and David had a number of hot fantasies that they shared with each other, but that's all they were. It was one thing to have fantasies and quite another to live them out.

They had had some friends who had tried to make their fantasies a reality, and they had ended badly. One couple had ended up divorcing after the husband caught his wife cheating, and the other couple had only stayed married after intense counseling.

As a result, Nita knew that none of their friends would ever quite be the same. So she and David were quite happy to keep their fantasies safely locked away in their minds, only to be brought to life when they were alone together.

The next letter from David took her to one of the city's most luxurious downtown hotels, and included a $300 tip for the driver. As she shook Chris' hand, Nita again knew with certainty that she could have had the woman, if she'd chosen. The mere thought made her pussy get all creamy.

Nita walked into the lobby, to the front desk and approached the concierge hesitantly.

"Yes, I'm Nita Blanchard, and I guess I have a reservation," she told the uniformed man behind the counter.

"Yes, Mrs. Blanchard, your husband has already secured the room," the man said in an accent that suggested some European heritage. "Enjoy your stay with us."

He handed Nita the envelope with the key card and the room number, and again her wicked mind conjured up all sorts of naughty thoughts about the handsome young man behind the desk.

As she rode the elevator to her floor, Nita had the thought that if this night ended as she expected, as she hoped, she was going to have plenty of fodder for the night's fantasies.

When Nita arrived at their floor, she was pleasantly surprised to discover that David had booked the hotel's honeymoon suite. And it was quite a love nest.

In the entry room there was a love seat, a full wet bar, a wide-screen TV with a DVD player and a stereo. In the bedroom, there was a king-size bed, a smaller TV and a hot tub. Surveying the front room, Nita was beginning to wonder how much David had shelled out for all of this.

Then she laughed. One only turns 50 once, so she figured she deserved it.

Nita was so swept up in the moment that she almost overlooked the letter that sat on the desk, and then she also noticed the two wrapped packages that sat on the floor. She read the letter, and she felt the flush of lust rise from her pussy all the way through her body.

"Dearest Nita, I hope you've enjoyed your day so far. I want you to feel like the queen you are to me. I also hope you had some nasty thoughts about your driver – and maybe the desk clerk as well. Maybe we can "invite" them to join us later. They were quite dishy, weren't they? Now, here's your next set of instructions. First, open the packages; they are special presents from me to you. Then, draw a nice hot bath, and make sure you avail yourself of one of the choices of bath oils. I want you feeling sexy tonight. If you want, you can even stroke that hot pussy and give yourself a nice orgasm, just to get in the mood. Maybe you can imagine Chris joining you in the tub, feeling her luscious tits, sucking her hot cunt. Or perhaps you can dream about the desk clerk. I'll bet he's got a real nice cock. Anyway, don't dawdle too long, though, because you need to be dressed and ready to meet me at the bar downstairs at 6:30 sharp. I have a big night in store for you, so get ready, 'cause Dave's got something for you (LOL). See you soon. Love, David."

Nita set the packages on the coffee table in the middle of the room then opened each one. She gasped as she opened the smaller package and saw it contained a panty, bra and stocking set. The panties were a thong – a mere wisp of satin – the bra was a thin half-cup and the stockings were thigh-highs, all black, naturally.

Then she opened the larger box and held up a red party dress of a clingy material that looked like it only extended to slightly above halfway down her thighs and left her shoulders quite bare.

Nita closed her eyes and visualized wearing the dress at some romantic restaurant, with David whispering sweet nothings in her ear. She shivered as another wave of lust rippled through her body. She decided then that it was time for that bath.

She stripped off her jeans and blouse, removed her bra and panties, then stood in front of the long mirror that hung on the door to the bathroom. Not bad for a 50-year-old woman, she thought, not bad at all.

She ran her hands up and down her body, spending an extra few seconds squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples, and gasped at the wave of passion that swelled in her.

After getting the bath water just right – adding a liberal amount of lilac-scented bath oil – Nita eased into the water and felt herself relax.

Again, she swept her hands over her body, feeling the slickness of the bath oil stimulate her nerve endings. Almost of their own volition, her hands gravitated between her legs, to her bubbling pussy, which was itching in its desire.

Nita gasped as she found her swollen clit with an index finger, and she slowly circled the hard nub as it emerged from its hood, ready and able to give her the explosive orgasm she'd been craving all afternoon.

As she lay back in the warm water, fingering her clit, she let her mind wander. She imagined that David was with her in the large bathtub, and that Chris and the concierge were there as well, watching.

Nita slid two fingers into her pussy while she stroked her clit with a finger from the other hand. She saw in her mind's eye, the driver, with her voluptuous tits and saucy ass, as she held David's cock, guiding it to her hot, horny hole.

She imagined the young man from behind the counter, naked and offering his cock for her to suck. It was a nice cock, hard and veiny, but in her mind she saw it wasn't quite as long or as fat as David's.

That was always the way she did it when she used a juicy fantasy to get off when she was alone. She always tried to make sure that any masturbatory fantasy she had involved her husband, and that he was the focus of her fantasy.

And at that moment he was focusing all of his attention – in her mind anyway – on fucking her hot, wet cunt and driving her to a big climax. She sank her fingers deep in her creamy cunt, then pulled those fingers out and sucked on them hard, like they represented a cock.

Before returning her hand to her crotch, she swept it over her tingling flesh and felt the crackle of mounting lust. Raising her hips out of the water, she attacked her pussy with a vengeance, imagining David fucking her hard while she sucked on the desk clerk's cock and fingered Chris' tight cunt.

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!," Nita cried as her orgasm built up to a head, and with a gasp the feeling crested and she shivered as the climax swept her away on a tidal wave of passion.

As she came, she imagined David filling her with his hot, creamy cum, and the young desk clerk covering her face with his steaming semen. Now there was a fantasy, she mused contentedly.

Then she slumped back into the water, her lust momentarily sated.

"You'd better be ready to fuck me and fuck me hard, David Blanchard," she said aloud to no one.

After a few minutes of rest, Nita sat up on the edge of the tub and set about trimming her bush so it wouldn't sprout out of her underwear. She contemplated shaving it altogether, but decided against it. It always felt great for a day or two, then the stubble began to get irritating, both for her and David.

But she did trim it pretty far off her legs this time and clipped it fairly short with her small scissors. The whole process sparked her arousal again, but she knew she didn't have the time or the inclination for another round with her hands. She wanted her next climax to be with David.

When she'd cleaned herself sufficiently and enjoyed the bath for as long as she could, she got out and got ready for the evening.

It was a few minutes before 6:30 when she took a last look in the mirror and felt a renewed burst of arousal swell through her body.

The dress was perfect. It was sexy enough to be enticing without being showy, revealing just enough of her modest cleavage to suggest possibilities without going overboard. And the length was just right, long enough that she didn't have to worry about her butt showing whenever she sat, but short enough to highlight her gorgeous legs.

So, too, were the underthings. The bra was just thin enough that the dress kept it covered, but enough that it left her with a modicum of modesty. The thigh-highs felt very sexy, and the panties – oh, goodness, the panties – cupped her pussy in a way that was most enticing, and the thong slid up the crack of her ass, sending shock waves of sensation through her crotch.

Nita was quite well made up, nothing garish, but well done. She felt sexy and beautiful as she strutted through the lobby toward the hotel bar. She glanced at the desk as she walked past, noticed that the same young man was still working, and threw him a sexy smile.

She also noted the looks she got from the men as she walked into the bar. She looked around for David, but didn't see him. She frowned at this, because it was so unlike him. His letter had said 6:30 sharp, and David was usually the most punctual person on the planet.

Nita decided that he must have gotten delayed somehow, so she sashayed into the club and took a seat at the bar. Thus, she didn't notice a man sitting in one of the chairs in the lobby who was gazing at her over the top of the newspaper he was ostensibly reading.

David Blanchard felt his cock twitch and his heart swell as he watched Nita walk into the bar. He also noted with some pride at how every man who saw her turned their heads and stared as she walked past.

After all this time, he still couldn't quite believe that she was his – and only his – that she had chosen him 30 years earlier and had stayed true ever since.

He knew what was going to happen, as long as he made no move to join her. Some man would inevitably work up the courage to sit next to her, he'd buy her a drink, try his best come-on, she'd flirt with him a little bit, then gently burst his bubble.

It was a game he'd watched her play many times before, and he always gave her just enough time to get her ego stroked just enough to bolster her spirits before moving in to sweep her away. He especially felt like she needed it today, to reinforce her feelings of desirability as she turned 50.

Sure enough, at length, a man ventured to the open seat next to Nita. David saw him buy her a drink, saw him strike up a conversation with her. That was his cue. He had a couple of things left to do before he gave his wife her final set of instructions in their little scavenger hunt.

Folding the newspaper, David stood up and slipped away. Everything in his plan was working perfectly. Nita would be occupied for enough time for him to complete the arrangements for her birthday surprise.

Nita found herself engaged in an animated conversation with a handsome, impeccably dressed man who looked to be in his early 40s. He was a visiting businessman from another part of the country, and he plainly believed he was God's gift to wayward women.

Nita laughed inwardly as she subtly led him on, giving him the impression that he was going to get lucky that night, while knowing there was no way in hell this guy would even get to first base. She idly wondered where David was, but she knew he'd show up soon. After all, he had promised her something special.

A half-hour had passed, and Nita was finishing her third rum and coke when the bartender handed her a letter instead of the refill the man next to her had ordered. Nita opened it up, read the letter and her brow furrowed.

"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you," she said to the man as she stood up and shook his hand. "But I have to go meet my husband. Have a nice visit."

She almost laughed out loud as she strolled leisurely out of the bar, recalling the rather shocked look on the man's face when he realized that his oily charm had gotten him nowhere.

David's letter had directed her to walk past the elevators to the area where the hotel housed its reception halls. As instructed, she passed the doors until she came to the third one on the left, then opened the door, stepped in and stopped in stunned silence.

"Happy Birthday, Nita!" the large crowd of people said in unison.

Nita just stared in disbelief, her hand over her gaping mouth, tears welling in her eyes. Across the opposite wall, directly in front of her, was a huge banner that read, "Happy Birthday, Nita: You're still pretty nifty at 50."

In but a second, her eyes swept the room and took in the crowd that had assembled in her honor.

She saw her mother and her longtime companion, her three children – and the two grandchildren – her friends, past and present, her co-workers from the crafts store, David's parents, his sister and brothers, and their spouses. They were all there for her, to help her celebrate her milestone.

And in the middle of the room, grinning from ear to ear, was her beloved husband, the man who had orchestrated this whole affair, and had done it completely without her knowledge. Nita burst into tears then, as David walked up to gather her in his arms.

"Happy birthday, my love," he whispered softly in her ear, as she buried her face in his shoulder and cried tears of joy.

When she had composed herself, Nita assumed her familiar role as the life of the party, and it proved to be quite an occasion. David had spared no expense, hiring a live band to perform, laying in heavy hors d'oerves and keeping a well-stocked bar.

David himself didn't drink, the result of an embarrassing incident that had occurred some 12 years earlier when he had gotten drunk at a company Christmas party and made some inappropriate comments.

Nita did, however, enjoy a few drinks in a social setting, but she'd learned long ago how to pace herself and she always knew when to quit.

Midway through the party, during one of the band's breaks, she walked to the stage and stood in front of one of the microphones. When she had everyone's attention, she spoke of her appreciation.

"I want to thank everyone for coming tonight," she said. "This is such a wonderful surprise that I just ... Quite frankly, I had been feeling down about this day, because turning 50 seems to be where you start to get old. But I don't feel old today, and for that I have to thank the man of my dreams, the man who made all of this happen, and made it happen in such an inventive way. David has been the rock of my life for so long, and I truly love him just as much today as I did when we were married. Sweetheart, you're the best husband a wife could have, and I hope we have many more good times in the future. Heck, let's plan on doing this again in 10 years!"

Later, as they danced a slow number, Nita let her body rub up close to David's, giving him a subtle dry-hump, and she didn't care if anyone saw. But if they did, they just kept their own counsel. Friends and family had seen David and Nita together at social functions many times before and they always got a kick out of the way the couple still acted like newlyweds.

As they danced, Nita whispered in her husband's ear, "I hope you're ready to fuck me, and fuck me hard, because I am so horny. This whole day has just put a charge in me."

"OK, darling, but I hope you know that I've got specific plans for you, so you'd better be ready," David whispered back.

"I'm ready for anything you can dish out, big boy," Nita said seductively.

"Anything?" David said, squeezing Nita's butt cheeks suggestively.

"Anything," Nita said.

Most of the guests had brought gifts, and Nita had opened them all. She figured she'd gotten more than enough from David, but when they got back to their room, after the party finally broke up, he had two packages for her that he'd had stashed away.

She was still wearing the sexy dress he'd gotten for her, and she was sitting on the love seat in the front room of the suite sipping a soda. The packages were wrapped in plain paper, and she quickly tore open the larger of the two.

She gasped when she opened the box and saw that it contained a vibrator, and a juicy one at that. It was easily 10 inches long and quite fat, and was made of smooth black plastic. She looked up at David, who had an evil grin on his face.

"Go on, open the other one," he said. "You'll probably like it even better."

Sure enough, when Nita got the second package open, she just stared lustfully at the large butt plug that sat in the box. It was bigger than the one she had at home, by quite a bit. This one was about six inches long and about two and a half inches wide at the base.

Nita could feel the flush rise from her feet to her head, and her pussy got juicy in a hurry. She stood up then and gathered her husband in a hot embrace, kissing him deeply, while his hands roamed over the body.

"I can't wait to see you use your new toys," David said. "Come on. I've been a good boy too long tonight. I think it's time we were bad."

In no time, David was naked, although in keeping with his nature he carefully hung up his suit and gathered his dirty socks and underwear in a neat pile. Nita, on the other hand, left her dress in a red puddle on the floor of the bedroom, along with her bra.

At David's insistence, she left the panties, the stockings and her heels on. As he lounged naked on the bed, his erection aimed at the ceiling, Nita slowly strutted toward the bed. She cupped her tits in each hand, then rolled each nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

She lay down on the bed, and they kissed slowly, with the smoldering tenderness of a couple who have been together for a long time. As they kissed, Nita moved David's hand away from his cock and replaced it with her own, softly stroking him.

Then she sighed as she felt David's hands slowly slide down her body. She squirmed as he caressed her breasts, flicking her nipples with his forefinger. Nita groaned as her arousal began to climb to a steadily higher pitch.

Quickly, he slid down the bed slightly and sucked her right nipple into his mouth, licking and nibbling on the pink tip, then he turned his attention to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment.

All the while, Nita slowly worked David's hot cock with her hand. Occasionally, she used her fingers to swirl the copious flow of pre-cum over the crown and down the shaft, getting him nice and slick.

She couldn't wait. Rolling him onto his back, Nita knelt on the bed between his legs, hefting his cock in both hands. She stared hotly into the eyes of her loving husband as she rubbed his leaking cock over her pursed lips, coating them with the clear fluid that welled from the tip.

Such a beautiful cock, she thought, and it's all mine. In her youth, before she'd met David, she'd had a few men who had bigger dicks, but none of them had combined David's classically-sculpted seven inches with his control and his inventiveness.

Even after 30 years, she still vividly recalled the first time they had made love. David had fucked her four times that night and she'd lost count of how many times he'd made her come.

Now, at age 51, he wasn't quite able to get it up four times in a night like he once did, but he was usually still good for twice in a night, especially if he'd gone several days without coming, and more especially if he'd dropped one of his little yellow pills, which he'd done earlier.

They'd always gotten a good laugh at the commercials for the drugs that treated "erectile dysfunction." They understood, as did most middle-aged men, that they were used less for erectile dysfunction and more as an aphrodisiac. And they had to admit, the drugs worked quite well.

David felt a shudder run through his body as he wallowed in the hot stare from his wife. He knew that look, and it was the look of a woman who was ready to do anything he wanted.

"Go on, baby, suck my cock," he whispered. "You know you need it."

"Mmmmmmm," she hummed as she slid the head of his cock past her lips. She worked a good two-thirds of him into her mouth then began the slow up-and-down motion that she'd perfected over the years, swirling her tongue around the shaft as she bobbed her head on David's dick.

"I do need it. I need it badly," she panted as she pulled her mouth off his cock and lapped at his shaft, treating it almost like a fleshy ice cream cone.

When Nita slurped David's cock back into her mouth again, he sat up on the bed, which had the effect of driving his cock a little bit deeper into her mouth.

As she worked her mouth on his cock, David slid his hands over his wife's tart butt, kneading the tight loaves, then he gripped the sides of her thong and pulled it tight, sawing the thin strip of material over her ass and her creamy pussy.

"Mmmmm, God," Nita exclaimed, wrenching his cock from her mouth and frantically rubbing the drool-covered head over her face.

David's cock was like a steel bar, and he decided it was time to kick things up a notch. He left Nita on her knees as he crawled out from under her, then reached over to the bedside table, picked up the butt plug and the tube of jelly, and knelt behind his wife.

He took just a second to once again admire his wife's saucy butt and well-toned legs, before he peeled her soaking-wet panties away from her crotch and slid them halfway down her thighs.

Nita groaned heavily as David slid two fingers between her juicy labia and rubbed over her clit, which was already sitting out of its hood in stark readiness. He used just the flat part of his fingers over her gushing pussy and back up to her puckered ass, getting it slick with her the fluid from her cunt.

Slowly, carefully, he pushed his middle finger into her pussy, and Nita cried out softly as he began to work the digit back and forth in her soupy cunt. Quickly, he added a second finger and used his thumb to roll her clit around.

Nita could feel her climax building to a white-hot crescendo, and she humped back on her husband's fingers to get herself there quicker.

But David wasn't having any of that. Before she could crash over the top, he pulled his hand away and let her cool down while he pulled her panties all the way off.

Nita growled in frustration, but there was laughter in the sound, because she knew the game he was playing, and she knew that the longer she held out before coming, the better it would be when she finally did come.

When he had discarded Nita's panties, David lay down on his stomach, with his hips in the air, and brought his face right up to her crotch. He stared at the pink slit, already wet and open, with the well-trimmed bush as a frame.

He inhaled the aroma of her arousal, and once again slid his fingers into her pie. He fingered Nita's pussy for maybe a minute, then brought two fingers up to her anus and circled the hole several times, getting it even wetter.

Nita moaned as she felt one of David's fingers penetrating her ass, while another finger pushed its way into her pussy. David quickly got a slow, but steady rhythm going, with two fingers working her crotch, one in her pussy and the other in her ass.

Just when Nita thought she was about to come, David pulled his hand away, gave her a few seconds to cool down, then slipped two fingers into her ass and two into her pussy and started in again.

Nita clutched the sheet tightly with her hands as the feeling welled up strong in her body. She so wanted to come from David's fingers working in her holes, but she also wanted to wait, to let the power build up in her.

But her control was sorely tested when David pulled his hand away, leaned in and swiped his tongue in a majestic arc from her clit over to her ass.

"Aiiii, God!" she wailed as her orgasm began to come to a head. David's lips and tongue were all over her holes like a madman, working her pussy for a few frantic seconds, then spearing her asshole for a another few seconds.

David was in heaven as he buried his face in his wife's twitching snatch. He was ready now to feel her body cutting loose, and she quickly gave him what he wanted.

Nita shivered and shook as her climax burst through her body from her husband's aggressive oral assault.

David didn't give her any time to recover. Pulling his face away from her crotch, he picked up the tube of jelly, squeezed out a generous dollop onto his fingers, then pushed them into her butt.

Nita felt like she was being swept away on a cloud of sensation as David fucked her ass with his fingers, getting the slick lube way up inside of her.

When he had her ass all slick and open, he pulled his fingers out, picked up the plug, rubbed his hand over it to get it slippery, then pressed the tip to her opening and slowly pushed it in.

Nita's eyes were screwed shut as she felt the huge intruder make its way into her ass. And when the fattest part entered her and the plug was locked in securely, she gave out a sharp scream that was the weird combination of pain and pleasure she always experienced when she first got her ass filled.

"Oh, God, David!" she squealed. "Fuck me. God, fuck me, baby. I need you in me. Feels ... so ... good!"

David was ready. He got up on his knees, moved in behind his wife, aimed his cock at the juicy opening of her pussy and rammed his way in with as much force as he could muster, filling her up with all seven inches in one screaming plunge.

"AHHHHHH SHEEEEEEIIIIIITTTT!" Nita wailed, and her entire body shook as another powerful orgasm exploded through her body from the strength of David's cock as it roared into her cunt.

David gripped Nita's butt as he methodically worked his cock back and forth in her pussy, then he leaned over, so that his chest was sliding over her sweaty back and whispered in her ear.

"Doesn't it feel good to have you pussy and your ass filled at the same time?" he said softly. "Imagine that I'm fucking your pussy while some other man is fucking your ass. We're giving you that DP you've always wanted. Doesn't it feel good?"

"Oh, baby, it's ... the best," Nita panted. She was barely capable of speech as yet another climax built up steam from the feeling of being filled in both holes.

Once her ass had gotten adjusted to the fat rubber plug, it was causing sensations like she'd never felt in her life. Coupled with the feeling of David's fantastic cock fucking her pussy, it was like she'd died and gone to heaven.

David could feel the power of Nita's super-slick walls as they tried to squeeze the cum out of his cock. But he resisted the urge to just plow her pussy for all he was worth and explode in righteous orgasm. He had something else in mind.

Nita's body was shaking hard as her third orgasm quickly rocketed to the top, and she gave out a gasping cry as it burst forth like a July Fourth fireworks display.

That was the cue David had been looking for. He reached down and suddenly, forcefully, ripped the butt plug from Nita's ass, and he nearly came right then as he marveled at the gaping hole it left behind.

Squeezing his cock tightly at the base, he jerked his cock from his wife's pussy and pushed it into her ass, hard and fast.

Nita did scream then, in absolute pleasure, as David rhythmically fucked her ass with his rock-hard cock.

David managed to get himself under control, but he decided he needed a way to rest for a few minutes, so he rolled onto his side, pulling Nita with him into a spoon position. In this way he could relax a little while still working his cock back and forth in his wife's butt.

And Nita saw an opportunity to really send herself over the top as she looked over to the bedside table and saw the long vibrator. She picked it up, switched it on and slid the long smooth pole into her dripping pussy.

As she held the vibrator with one hand, she squeezed her tits with the other, sending crackling sparks of sensation through her body.

David shivered himself as he felt the hard vibrator buzzing in Nita's cunt, mere millimeters from where he was leisurely fucking her ass. He could feel his climax beginning to boil, and he was ready.

Keeping his cock firmly in Nita's butt, he rolled back onto his knees, maneuvering her legs so that she was on her back. He picked up her ankles, placed them on his shoulders, leaned in so that she was bent almost in half and set about pounding his wife's ass with long, powerful strokes.

Nita's head thrashed on the pillow as an entire series of climactic jolts ripped through her body. She stared through lust-glazed eyes at the intense, almost demonic look in David's eyes as he fucked her ass with utter abandon, while she plunged the vibrator deep into her cunt with both hands.

They had long since passed the point where they were capable of coherent speech, and the room was filled with grunts, gasps and groans as they worked together in ecstatic harmony.

Just about the time Nita's eyes rolled back in her head from the intensity of her long-running orgasm, David felt the rusty crackle of his own climax. With a sharp cry, he plunged forward one final time then spewed a monstrous explosion of cum deep in his wife's ass.

He groaned in total release as he basted Nita's bowels with his hot cream, which he'd had stored back for almost a week.

Nita was barely conscious as she let the vibrator fall out of her pussy while she clutched at her husband's sweaty back. They held each other tight as their mutual climax finally ran its course, until David's sated cock slipped out of her distended ass, a flow of hot cum trailing behind him.

"Happy birthday, baby," David whispered in his wife's ear.

"Wow!" Nita breathed as she felt David roll to the side and gather her in his arms. "Mercy me, but that was good."

"Like I said, you're still the sexiest woman I've ever known," he said. "And I do love you more today than I did when we first met."

Just then, Nita's glance fell on the Jacuzzi in the corner of the bedroom, and a slow smile creased her face.

"How about we take a little dip in the hot tub?" she said. "Then maybe we can do this again."

"Oh, I think I've got a little more left in this thing," David said, squeezing his flaccid cock. "But the old body needs a little break."

As they relaxed under the churning jets of the Jacuzzi, Nita turned serious. She was lying back between her husband's legs, leaning against his chest.

"David, honey, how much longer are you going to have to travel like you do?" she asked. "That's the only thing in our lives that I'd change if I could. You're gone a whole lot more than I'd like, and you work so hard. I'd hate for you to get to retirement and not be able to enjoy it."

"Sweetheart, I honestly don't know," David replied. "I figure that if things continue as they are with the company, I'll be able to take early retirement with full benefits when I'm 61. That's 10 years, and they usually prefer the younger folks to do a lot of the legwork that I'm doing now. So I'd guess no more than a couple of years at the most before I get a more desk-bound position."

"Good, because I want to spend as much time as I can with you," Nita said, and as she did she reached behind her and felt David's cock, which was beginning to show signs of stirring.

"I don't know, you might fuck me to death if we spend too much time together," David said with a laugh.

"Yeah, but what a way to go," Nita said as she slid around and planted a hot, wet liplock on her husband's mouth. Their tongues battled furiously as they kissed, while Nita continued softly stroking David's rapidly hardening cock.

"So what else did you have in mind for my hot little body?" Nita said when they broke their embrace.

David pulled her to him and whispered in her ear, and Nita growled suggestively when he told her what he wanted.

They shut off the hot tub, climbed out, dried off then lay back down on the bed, their naked bodies slithering together. Moving easily, they quickly found themselves in a 69 position, both still lying on their sides.

Almost simultaneously, they each pulled up the other's left leg, exposing their aroused sex to the other's gaze. Nita's red, swollen pussy was already wet with anticipation, her labia splayed open, while David's cock sat up high and proud, and his balls hung low and ready.

There was no tease this time, no long build-up. Both Nita and David went right at the object of their desire, pressing their faces to the other's crotch.

Nita opened her mouth and slid David's cock past her lips, taking as much as she could handle in one fell swoop. David planted his lips on Nita's wet cunt, suctioning her whole sex into his mouth like a starving man.

As Nita's tongue swirled around the shaft of David's cock, David lapped at Nita's pussy like a dog, licking up her slit, then finishing with a flourish at her swollen clit. They both hummed in satisfaction as they pleasured each other with their mouths, with just a little assistance from their hands.

At length, Nita rolled David onto his back, the better to sink her mouth onto his now-throbbing hard cock. While she held his cock at the base with one hand, she used the other to caress his balls. David wrapped his hands on Nita's butt and pulled her dripping cunt onto his mouth.

David got his whole mouth on his wife's wet, pink pussy, sucking hard on the pliant flesh and evoking a frantic hum of lust from Nita's cock-filled mouth.

Releasing her from his mouth, he used his tongue to lick his way up her slot, up to her red, swollen anus. He licked all around the hole, and felt a surge of lust when it opened right up for him.

He fucked her ass with his tongue for several strokes, working a finger in behind it to open her up a little bit more, then returned his mouth to her pussy.

All the while, Nita was working nearly all of her husband's nuclear cock into her throat, something she wasn't able to do very often.

She reached down with a finger and lightly stroked the sensitive place right under his balls, then pulled her mouth off his cock, licked that finger and lightly rimmed his ass.

As she laved his shaft with her lips and tongue, she gently penetrated her husband's ass, pushing it in as far as the second knuckle.

David groaned as the sizzling feeling raced through his body from the way Nita was using him. He was rolling his hips in a steady motion to thrust his cock ever upward into his wife's talented mouth.

Nita gave a muffled squeal at the way David was punching all of her hot buttons, licking and sucking her pussy while slowly finger-fucking her ass.

They could both feel their climax starting to build, each sensing the other's passion mounting, based on long years of experience together. But David wasn't ready to come just yet, so he pulled Nita's body off his, and rolled her onto her back.

Nita looked up at her husband with lust-glazed eyes, her tongue licking her lips suggestively as she tasted the remnants of his cock. She watched as he picked up the vibrator, coated the tip with jelly and handed it to her.

"Put it in your ass," he commanded.

Nita spread her legs wide, took the long, fat vibe and pressed the tip to her gleaming ass. She groaned heavily as the smooth plastic rod slipped easily past her sphincter and into her ass.

When she had it in about three or four inches, she flipped the switch and growled at the swelling feeling of ecstasy that rolled through her body.

David slowly stroked his cock as he watched Nita writhe on the bed as she worked the vibrator slowly back and forth in her ass, getting deeper with every plunge. When she reached up with a hand in search of his cock, he knelt behind her head, letting her take over stroking the purple boner.

In turn, David reached over and took over the job of working the vibrator back and forth in Nita's butt while he buried his face in her juicy pie. He held her butt off the bed as he lashed her cunt with his tongue.

Even as her orgasm reached critical mass, Nita responded by stuffing David's cock into her mouth, and his hips did the rest, driving the shaft deep into her throat.

Just the feeling of her husband's cock using her mouth and throat like a 10-dollar hooker lit the fuse on Nita's climax. She bucked and thrashed in David's arms, her sweaty body twitching as the powerful orgasm ripped through her.

David seemed to be oblivious. He was licking and sucking on his wife's flowing pussy and pile-driving his cock in her mouth, practically skullfucking her.

But finally, he couldn't keep up with three things at once, so he lifted his head off Nita's pussy, howling in his runaway lust. He kept the vibrator churning in her ass, and lightly slapped her splayed-open cunt with the flat part of his fingers, sending spasms of sensation coursing through her body.

His cock was hard as iron as he filled Nita's mouth, working it back and forth hard. He decided to give her an extra jolt.

"Doesn't that big cock feel good in your ass," he panted. "Don't you love the idea of being a slut for me, taking the desk clerk's cock in your butt while I fuck your mouth like a whore. Yeah, work that cock, baby, show me just how hot you are."

All Nita could do was utter a muffled groan as another orgasm exploded through her body just from the thought of the red-hot fantasy David had placed in her mind.

David could feel his control slipping as he fucked Nita's mouth. He was waiting, waiting, waiting for just the right moment, and quickly that moment arrived.

Just as he felt the explosive crackle of his own climax overflow, he ripped his cock from her mouth, stroked it hard two, maybe three times and shot a huge series of cumshots all over her upturned face.

Nita squealed in delight as she felt the hot rain of semen splatter all over her face, and she opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue in an effort to get a good taste of her husband's delicious cum.

David shot ropes of cum over her cheeks, both eyes, her nose and into her hair, before he popped the head back into her mouth for her to get the last few spurts on her tongue. Nita hummed in orgasmic satisfaction as she squeezed the last few drops of cum out of his cock.

Finally, their climaxes ran their course, and David pulled his cock free, rolling on his back in sweat-covered exhaustion. He shuddered in delight as Nita lifted her head off the bed and gazed at him, cum still streaking her beautiful face.

After pulling the vibrator out of her well-fucked ass, Nita sat up slowly, a little gingerly, and brought her face up close to her husband. And she just stared at him lustfully as she slowly scooped up as much of his cum as she could get to with her fingers and licked them clean.

When she had her face relatively clean, she brought her lips to his and they kissed, long and slow.

"You are the man," she whispered.

"And you are the best," he whispered back. "Now, you don't feel so old, do you?"

"Baby, I'm gonna fuck you as long as I have strength left in my body," she said. "I'm going to love you just like this until I'm physically not able. I'll never get enough of you."

"Happy birthday, sweetheart," he said, as he maneuvered them into the bed and turned off the light. "You really are pretty nifty for 50."


Nifty Stories Archive

My First Time Stories

The door closed softly behind me. She was waiting. The gods had promised that she would be mine. I was here to complete the promise by making her totally mine for this night.

The moonlight entered by a large window. She was beautiful. Hair as dark and sleek as an easy flowing river under the night sky. I could smell her heat as I slowly approached her.

I could see her sparkling teeth as she smiled at me. Then the eyes sparkled at me as I kissed her nose and tasted her lips. She whined in anticipation. She was ready and waiting just for me. She was young. This would be a first time for her. I was older and more experienced. I would have to go very slow. I did not want her frightened. I wanted her ready when I entered her.

She was dripping with desire. I smell the drops of her wetness and the urge was immediate. I could take her now but it would be too quick. She had to beg for it so I would know she was truly ready for me.

The floor was covered with a soft covering. Good, there would be no harm if we played roughly. Not to hurt her, to play to make her more alert and to play to become familiar with her body. Play that would lead to the couplings that would sate the need of both of us. We had all night.

I touched her. She jumped startled. It was always this way when it was the first time. We would play first. She would become more accepting and then... Yes then.

She lay on the floor showing her sex. The smell of her was buildingthe desire to take her now. But not yet. Not yet.

I lay with her. Again tasting her lips and we shared the taste of the other's tongue. The pounding in my groin became greater and I broke away from her kisses and gently bumped her with my shoulder. She rolled and bounced to her feet. I could hear the sounds in her throat. She was approaching full readiness. Soon, soon.

She leaned into me and nipped my ears with her teeth. She was playing too. She knew that I was ready for her and in her youth she was impatient.

The eyes that looked back at me were dark, deep pools of lust, need, and desire. I could see my own need reflected back at me. I lay on the floor and waited for her to continue the game.

She was so lovely. Trim, she looked like she ran miles every day. Her body was hard from the exercise. Her legs long, tight, and muscular. I like legs like that. The hair was special. Short and black as the night. She would be hard to see in a very black night. But with those legs, it would be fun to race with her across a meadow when the sun was high above the clouds. Frightening the small animals and leaping through the weeds.

Ah, and maybe to swim with her. She could match me as we flowed through the water.

I wondered if she loved to hunt ducks. Maybe we could...............

She bit me a bit harder. I could feel her as our bodies teased the other. The look in her eyes told me, "Time to get serious".

I closed with her and allowed her to feel my erectness. She shied away, but that was just youth, she was ready. I caught her and pulled her to me. I pushed against her, gently, then with harder strokes.

The first three or four strokes just touched her flowing wet sex. The next several pushes opened and parted her. I was inside. Then I was deep inside her. Caught in her silken trap. Together we howled our lust and our need to the moon as its light came in through the window. We screamed and growled as the orgasm neared.

Then the pulsing, throbbing of the sweet end of the world as it was. I shuddered as I gave her the life giving seed. She shuddered as she accepted.

That night was special. We played and loved and satisfied the lust, the need, the desire. Seven times I took her and it only got better and better.

At last the sun light shone through the window. The door opened and I did not want to leave her.

Money changed hands.

My god spoke, "Good boy, Tiger. I will get you a real nice chew toy. Paul, I get a first choice of the puppies." He attached the lease to my collar.

The other god spoke, "Dan, the puppies will be champions and great hunters. This may start an entire new and better line of Black Labs."


My First Time Stories

Stories of Tie Up Games

I met Fred when he backed into my car as he was parking. I'd just pulled into the curb, shut the engine off, and was in the process of gathering my papers and the trash from the front seat floor. When the car was rocked and a loud crunching sounded out, my head hit the dash because I was leaning far to the right.

In spite of the noise the collision had made, there wasn't enough damage to my vehicle to call the insurance companies. Fred apologized and gave me $50 to replace the parking light lens and I agreed to ignore it. Fred introduced himself and said he'd feel better if he could buy me a drink or even dinner some time. I looked him over. He was a few years my junior I thought, but he was also handsome with a nice smile. It was one of those smiles I'd learned to regard as sort of dangerous. He was definitely a ladies man, I thought, but I still gave him my number. Two weeks later, on our third date I drank more than usual and we ended up in his bed.

The start of our sexual relationship was normal enough. After a few more dates he did something that surprised me. After we got cozy he asked me to trust him. I told him I did. He told me that for the next half hour, nothing I said to him or asked him would be acknowledged. I was puzzled but I agreed. He placed three pillows in a pile in the middle of the bed. When he positioned me over them I began to get the message. He wanted to fuck my ass. I had always been curious about it, but I'd also always been too shy to ask for it. I had a blue dildo that had done the job when I was alone, but -- just as with my pussy -- I was pretty sure that a dildo was nothing like the real thing. So I thought I knew what was coming but I was more than willing. I started to get nervous but I knew I'd go through with it anyway.

To say I was surprised would be an understatement. Instead of feeling cool lubricant being smoothed into my butt, I felt a hand slap my left cheek as Fred spanked me. It was something else I'd been curious about, but it wasn't what I had prepared myself for. After the first few swats, I objected and tried to get him to stop. I tried to move away but he held me down. When he let me know he was determined to do it, I accepted it. It hurt and I yelled. Then it stung and I cried. Nevertheless, the slapping noises continued to fill the room.

Then the weirdest thing happened. I gritted my teeth and felt each swat but didn't feel them. I mean, I felt them of course. But the pain was just 'out there'. It was all around me and I was inside it. And it was all okay. It was right. And it felt good to know that. The spanking turned into something good. I started expecting and wanting the next swat. Fred's hand would land on my ass, lift up, and before he could bring it back down I was lifting up, eager for it. I moved my legs apart and reached down between them. Arching my back, I reached my ass out to him for the swats. I rubbed my pussy and my clit furiously. I scrubbed the orgasm right out of the center of my body and my soul. I whimpered and moaned. I'd never had a stronger one.

Fred was still spanking me when I screamed into my orgasm. I was propelled into a space I'd never suspected even existed. It was a totally sensual, sexual, physical and spiritual place where all of those things became one. And I became that one thing. Fred stopped swatting me and rubbed my sore butt. It felt like he was stroking it with a cactus, the skin was so sensitive. But it was still all okay and my pussy was still giving me little contractions and oozing more juice than it ever had. The next thing I knew Fred was kissing my neck and I realized I had been asleep.

I woke up on my side. When he saw I was awake, Fred moved back from me. I rolled to my back and winced when my ass contacted the cool, smooth sheet. The pain was just pain again. At the same time it was a badge that I had earned. I felt fulfilled when I received the spanking. The fulfillment remained now, but my ass hurt like hell!

I rolled back the other way and got to my elbows and knees. I looked at Fred. He grinned. "Will a cool shower help?" I asked him. He laughed and pinched my nipple.

"A shot of Stoli will help. I'll bring you one in the shower." He helped me to my feet. I was so enervated my legs were shaking. After a few steps my balance returned and Fred released me into the bathroom. I adjusted the spray to lukewarm and shivered as it washed over me. The only thing that wasn't cold was my ass. I leaned on the wall and felt the cool water wash it. The throbbing faded. When Fred stepped in with a double shot of frosty vodka I stood away from the wall. He held it to my lips and gave me a sip. I would have downed the whole thing. Then he took a drink and set it aside. I understood we were supposed to share it and that he was in charge of dispensing it.

We washed each other, turning the hot water up until I wasn't shivering any more. My ass still hurt but the 'blush" had eased. I was sober, despite the earlier drinks and the little bit of vodka in the shower. It was while he was shampooing my hair that I realized he hadn't even tried to fuck me.

I wiped the water from my eyes and turned to him. His thick cock was standing straight up, angled just slightly out from his belly. When I wrapped my hand around it he smiled and removed it. "No, Billie," he said. "I need to do things my way. The time will come for that but tonight is not that time. I'll explain next time...if there is a next time, that is." His eyebrows rose, turning his statement into a question.

I hugged him to me, feeling the heat of his erection against my own belly. "Oh, there will definitely be a next time. You're the strangest man I've ever met." We finished rinsing and dried off. For some reason, despite the strength of my orgasm, my pussy was aching to be filled. I couldn't force him, though, so I was forced to accept his self-denial. Then it hit me: force...control. That was what Fred was about. I didn't feel that he was dangerous, just in control of his drives.

The whole strange evening would require a great deal of thought. At the door as I was leaving, I asked him to refrain from calling me. I told him we were okay, but I needed to think and absorb this new dimension of myself that he had shown me. He agreed. I lasted a week. I think he might have lasted a year but the end result would have played exactly the way it did.

"Hello?" his voice sounded good to me.

"Hi. Would tonight be a good time?" I asked, not identifying myself.

"Tonight would be perfect, Mindy," he replied. "Be here at 7:00." The line went dead. I got hot. I knew what I'd done. I had surrendered to him. It felt good to me. My pussy -- and my ass -- were already tingling in anticipation. Controlled or not, I was determined to get fucked before dawn.


Stories of Tie Up Games

Wife Watcher Stories

The lights are lit dimly, candles burn here and there. Incense, the smell of lavender and the thick scent of something more. She lays on the king-sized bed naked and warm. A towel underneath her. Her husband kneels over her, warm oil between her back and his fingertips. He slowly massages her gliding his hands up and down her back. Taking ample time he coats her body lightly and her skin shines, glowing in the candlelight.

He cannot ever remember seeing something so beautiful before him. His touches awaken sensations in her. She turns over as he again lovingly caresses smooth oil onto her tummy. He loves her figure. She is incredible. Warm hands surround her swelling breasts, her nipples under his hands feel so sexy and he feels his cock begin to stiffen. His fingers tease her neck delicately and begin, slowly meandering down her body, over her delicious breasts, along the shape of her ribs. At her tummy his hands spread wide trying to feel as much of her smoothness. She tells him to taste her pussy as she spreads her legs for him. He blindfolds her and then settles himself between her thighs, she cannot see him gazing at her pussy, her full lips swollen with anticipation.

He feels the heat coming from her crotch and smells her pleasure. His fingers touch her pussy lips and she feels them coaxed to the side. A hot tongue gently laid against her most intimate place. He is hungry and licks her fully from bottom to top, spreading his warm the between her legs. Thumbs massage her lips as his tongue laps again and again between the place where her legs come together. Each time bathing her trembling pussy with glistening love. Her hips making slow circles on the bed. He see that she so desperately needs more. Kisses on her clit, soft and loving, ever-so-slightly tugging her flesh into his mouth, and then more insistently as he sucks her deeper inside.

She’s breathing heavily, soft moans escaping her. Letting the warm syrup he has in his mouth go, he watches as it drips slowly over her clit, running down over her hole. He sees her pushing there and knows she can feel the wetness as it lubricates her completely. She cannot see his cock, hard against his belly, swollen and full. How he worships her, adores her. His fingers pressing against the top of his shaft lowering his sensitive tip to her. It nestles against her hole, smooth and warm. She is so wet that he slides inside her entirely in one motion. His body lays against her, his hips slowly thrusting, breasts sliding against his chest. She understands he is taking his pleasure inside her. His strokes are strong and deep, she arches her hips to him allowing more of his sexy cock to deeply touch her. Then he is sliding off her. Her pussy emptying, she whimpers in protest. She feels her crotch throbbing.

The darkness and heat wash over her. A strange man is kneeling between her legs in her husband’s place. He has been watching her husband fuck her and is very excited. He’s completely hard and the tip of his cock brushes her pussy. The glans gently press against her, spreading her open. She tilts her hips wanting more inside, as he slowly moves between her legs. Deep inside she feels his tip pass the pleasant spot where her husband’s comes to rest, when he is throbbing and spurting inside her. She squeezes his thick shaft tightly, welcoming it as his body settles on top of her. His smell is unfamiliar as is the feel of his body slowly making love to her. She hears her pussy slurping hungrily at his cock as he moves with slow deep strokes inside her. Each time his hips softly bump her own, his warm, hot cock lingers deep within her slowly throbbing. Her moans reach his ears and he can no longer hold back. Softly groaning, his body pressing against her, he begins to cum.

His cock rhythmically jerking as she feels each hot spurt. His slippery cum coats her as his cock works his sperm back and forth. Her cunt sucking at him, forcing every drop from his delicious penis. He lays there exhausted. She feels his cock soften inside, the warm sticky cum oozing out around it. He moves up off her and again she is alone. Hot and flush she feels the bed moving again as someone climbs in with her. This man is heavier and she can feel his enormous presence. He too has been watching all of this, and now he wants her, so badly. Large strong hands lift her by her waist and turn her over. Hands and arms pull her up onto her knees, and spread her legs apart.

She’s surprised at how easy it was for her to be lifted by him, to be spread, and she moans deeply in anticipation. Arching her behind she surrenders completely to him. She feels his glans wet and enormous, as he rubs himself against her pussy. Up and down her, the delicious knob touching her seemingly everywhere at once.

And then he nestles it against her opening, pushing slowly against her. Her pussy opens wider as he slides inside her ever-so-slowly, introducing her to new and exotic feelings. A powerful wave of desire courses through her as the head of his penis pops softly inside. She makes uncontrollable sounds of pleasure as he inches his fat cock further into her body. The friction and heat are incredible. She finds herself pushing back against him, wanting him deeper. He fills her slowly, coaxing wave after wave of pleasure from her. Her loins and belly become one with his cock, stroking, massaging in this deep, intimate way. Sounds of wet, hot sex escape their crotches.

His cock touches her everywhere, gliding tightly against her pussylips, plunging deep inside her. Cock muscles and throbbing veins massage her clit, tugging it, sliding endlessly over it as he buries himself between her legs. His hands around her waist, he pulls her to him faster, harder and deeper. His breathing quickens as does hers. She feels his heavy balls deliciously slapping against her as they fuck.

They come together as she rocks back and forth against him, her pussy squeezing and massaging her delicious friend. He cannot hold back and falling forward on top of her, he reaches his climax. His penis thick and virile, his sperm exploding inside her, filling her belly, overflowing and leaking from her in thick, white, steamy gobs. She cries out wildly feeling an ocean of heat and pleasure inside her tummy.


Wife Watcher Stories

Virginity Stories

My story starts with a young lady just shy of her 17th birthday staring into my eyes as I lay on my bed. She had come for a summer visit and I had pulled her on top of me as she stood by my bed to wake me up. I had playfully given her a quick kiss the night before to taste her lip-gloss but this was the moment when I lost my heart to her forever.

As Lisa laid full length upon me, we both realized how deeply we loved each other but knew we had to wait until after she was 18 before we could do much more than hugging and kissing. But even her lack of experience couldn't contain the passion behind those kisses and hugging each other close filled us with peace and contentment.

I was in the process of getting a divorce where sex and love had been absent for over 6 years. Yes, that is NO sex in over 6 years. Yet my relationship with Lisa had nothing to do with sex but with true love for one another.

At one time I had been a friend of the family and saw her on family vacations since she was a tiny girl. I always felt she was special but never dreamed of the love we would share one day. And I had no clue of her true feelings or of the jealousy she harbored towards my soon to be ex-wife.

All too soon her visit was over and I had to return Lisa to her parents. This required a long trip with an overnight stop. (Now sorry if this may disappoint some of you readers but remember she wasn't quite 17, this was love, and if there was sex at this point I couldn't submit this story.) We curled up in the back of the van and I held her close as we slept. Just the shear joy of holding a young woman in your arms can be its own reward.

After I dropped her off I had to go back and finish all the sordid details of getting the divorce finalized. At first Lisa's fear of her mother caused her to call off any future we might have had but our love was stronger than her fears. We e-mailed and instant messaged for almost a year and a big disappointment in my life is missing the opportunity to see her graduate.

Finally the day came just before her 18th birthday when I proposed to her and presented her with a ring. I sang "You will always be beautiful in my eyes" by Joshua Kadison and she accepted with tears of joy in her eyes. She helped me pack up my things and move several hundred miles to be closer to where she would be going to college. This took a week and she spent each night snuggled in my arms.

On her 18th birthday I went to her house to give Lisa a party since her parents said they would not. To both of our disappointment, her parents took her out for dinner to celebrate and made a point to avoid letting me go. Needless to say at this point they didn't appreciate the attention I had been giving her. Even with the fear of her mother finding out about us our love and passions could not be denied. Lisa stopped by my apartment on her way to college leaving us finally alone together. We could now give in to the urges we had felt for so long.

Standing in the doorway was a pretty young lady with wavy brown hair 5'4" tall to my 6'1" and weighing merely 94 pounds. To me she was a beautiful angel who had stolen my heart away and given me hers in its place. I drew her into my arms as I shut the door and kissed her soft sensuous lips feeling the passion surge between us like an electrical current. Our hands caressing each others bodies tantalized and teased us giving promise to the night ahead of us.

As I placed a hand on each of her warm tight ass cheeks I lifted her up and pressed her to me while she locked her muscled thighs around my waist. We resumed kissing as I carried her into my bedroom with all thought of the outside world forgotten in our need to experience each other. We kissed for what felt like forever and then gazed deeply into each others eyes. Her mother as town official blocked us from legal marriage but we knew in our hearts that we were meant for each other. Standing together in that room, we prayed and said our own vows to each other before God and opened our hearts completely to each other. The love, the joy, the closeness can not be described. She said to me "Te Amo Mi Esposo" (I love you my husband) and I responded "Te Ama Mi Esposa" (I love you my wife).

Just holding her in my arms brought butterflies rippling through both of our bodies in anticipation of what was to come. I was very worried about causing her pain and wanted her first time to be memorable. Although around 7" sounds small for these stories, it isn't. And what really troubled me was my 6" girth. This isn't something easy for a tiny virgin woman. My one goal was to please her and fulfill her every desire. This was a night that we would remember for the rest of our lives.

I drew her into my arms and kissed her carefully at first seeing the glow of her love for me in her face and the spark of her desire shining in her eyes. Her irises brown near the pupils, green around the edges, and hazel in between. The taste of her warm sensuous lips quivering beneath mine as we slowly explored each others mouths and ran our hands over each others bodies. I kissed her nose and her eyes working my way to her ear which I teased with my tongue in slow circles. Her heart beat faster as I nibbled on her neck in the hollow spot where it joined her shoulder. I could feel the pulse through my lips as I felt her pert little 32-B breasts through her shirt and bra with my hands.

We separated long enough to slide our shirts off to give us better access to each other. I resumed kissing her throat and worked my way down her cleavage as I lightly stroked her sides with my fingers feeling her wiggle with anticipation and need. Her hands stroking my back and running her fingers through my hair, she moaned in pleasure. My hands slid up her back and slowly unhooked her bra and drew the straps down her arms revealing her breasts to my gaze. They were small but firm and topped with nipples as succulent as strawberries. Coupled with her all-over tan they were absolutely mouth watering. She guided my head to her right breast where I teased her with slow licks and nibbles around the edges of her nipple while I held her left breast in my hand completely covering it just perfectly filling my hand. with a sudden movement, I sucked her right nipple into my mouth twirling it with my tongue. She let out a gasp of pleasure and I caught her to me as her knees gave way picking her up and placing her tenderly on the bed.

Removing my pants, socks, and shoes, I knelt beside the bed and placed my hand on her firm stomach. My heart was filled to overflowing with my love for her and I could see in her eyes that she felt the same. I returned to lovingly feasting on her nipples as my hand stroked her stomach and began to slowly trace its way just under the edge of her pants. Lightly brushing her pubic hair I continued to tease and please her as she held me tight kneading my back with her fingers. I wanted this woman totally and completely but this was about her pleasure not mine. Reluctantly, I gave her right nipple one last lick and began my journey downward. Her skin was growing hot to the touch as I tickled her with my moustache and nibbled on her tasty curve just above her left hip. Working my way across the plain of her abdomen, I stopped long enough to tongue her bellybutton while proceeding to her right hip, then worked my way down to just above the snap of her pants.

As I unsnapped her pants and drew them down her legs she lifted her hips to help while moaning my name. Slowly revealed to me were the thin growth stretch marks on her hips that looked like sexy tiger stripes on her tan skin. Her musky aroma filled the air from her drenched panties and her firm muscular legs parted as I licked and kissed my way from her toes upward along each leg finally arriving to nibble on her inner thighs. I looked into her eyes which were shining with love, joy, and excitement. Her taut stomach pulsated with butterflies in anticipation of what lay ahead. Sliding her panties off I gazed upon her naked form then slowly brought my lips to drink from her sweet nectar. There is nothing better in this world than bringing pleasure to the one you love and the moans that were escaping her mouth made it very evident I was succeeding. Running her fingers through my hair she guided me deeper into her moist folds and I relished the taste of her pussy lips as I snaked my tongue along each crevasse. I worked my way down to her dark rosebud and traced circles around it before wiggling my tongue deep into her ass while she dug her fingers harder into my hair. A sheen of perspiration broke out on her skin as her orgasm hit her causing her whole body to quake and bounce.

Pausing for a moment I allowed her to catch her breath then resumed my attention to her dripping honey pot. Using my fingers I parted those sweet lips and dug my tongue deep inside her tasting her sweet cream oozing from her. Licking upward I teased her clit with the tip of my tongue flicking it in a random pattern as she thrust her hips up to exert more contact. Slowly easing a finger inside of her I curled the tip forward and found a slightly rough patch of tissue which I massaged in slow circles. Meanwhile I pulled the hood back from her clit and sucked it between my lips flicking it with my tongue. With a scream she began thrusting her hips into me hard using her hands and her legs. Her muscles locked and a low groan escaped her lips as her ass bucked completely clear of the bed. With 3 hard squirts she completely soaked my face and the bed beneath her before collapsing back totally exhausted.

At first she was so embarrassed because she didn't know women could squirt when they come. I assured her she had not peed on me and I was very glad she had enjoyed it so intensely. Moving up beside her I unwrapped an encare birth control suppository and inserted it deep inside her vagina. As we waited the 10 minutes for it to become effective our hands roamed over each others bodies in loving strokes. As I teased her pert nipples and stroked the sides of her stomach her hands roamed beneath my underwear and wrapped themselves around my hot stiff cock already slick with leaking precum. She slowly stroked up and down feeling the ridges along the shaft from the engorged veins. She then moved one hand lower rolling my balls between her fingers while I continued to stimulate her with my fingers. Using one finger I slid it deep inside her soaked love nest. As I slid a second finger inside, she winced in pain. There was a hole only big enough for 1 finger to fit through where she had punctured her hymen with a tampon. The rest was very much intact and made glaringly evident she was a virgin.

I explained to her that there would be a moment of pain when her hymen ripped and that it would probably be easier if she was on top in what is called cowgirl. I made sure she wanted to proceed and she said she loved me so much and wanted to feel me deep inside her but she wanted to do it missionary style. Easing my fingers from her warm delicious hole I licked her cream off and got a towel. Wiping my hands off I removed my underwear and let her see my throbbing erection dripping with precum. Wiping it off I rolled on a condom and positioned myself between her thighs. Kissing my way up her body I finally reached her lips where our tongues wrestled with each other exploring deep inside each others mouths.

Guiding my cock back and forth I rubbed it across her clit and between her lips gathering the moisture that was leaking from her. Slowly I inserted the tip inside and gently moved it in about a half inch then began rocking slowly deeper. Her chest and her breasts were flushed a bright pink and her mouth was opened wide gasping for air as she wrapped her legs around my ass and sunk her nails into my back. Her hips were moving in time to my thrusts and I was about 2 inches in when she winced in pain. I tried carefully easing my way past her barrier but without success. I so desperately wanted to avoid the pain but couldn't. Looking deep into her eyes I pulled back then shoved forward feeling something snap as I penetrated her. With a sharp yelp she jumped back pulling herself free of me and tears sprang into her eyes. How my heart ached that she had felt such pain as I kissed the tears from her eyes. She said it hurt too much and she couldn't do it until I explained the worst was over and it would be easier with her on top controlling the rhythm.

We changed positions and she straddled my thighs facing me. I slid her up and told her to relax and go slow. I held my cock upright as she slowly lowered herself down onto me. Between all the moisture from her arousal and her virginal blood she was nice and slick. Her lips parted and I slid in about 2 inches before she hesitated. I told her not to rush but get used to the size and slide up and down. Pausing for a moment she raised herself up and then slowly slid down even more. With her tight channel squeezing around my cock I had to fight the urge to drive up into her. After 4 more tries I was fully sheathed inside her and she glowed with satisfaction that she had taken it all. The feeling of her flesh surrounding me was unbelievable and I am sure she felt my cock pulse with every beat of my heart. After so long, we were finally completely joined.

Slowly at first she slid herself up then back down getting used to this new feeling. As she grew more comfortable with the sensations our speed increased as I cupped a breast in each hand. My Angel was literally glowing as I drew her down onto my chest mashing her firm tits between us. Our lips locked together as we bounced faster. My hands slid down cupping her ass cheeks guiding her up and down my cock. Our moans grew louder as we were consumed in our passion for each other. Locking our mouths together we began breathing for each other in a deep soul kiss. Her breath to mine and mine to her in a deep spiritual bond. I felt her pulsing deep inside where her walls began rippling along my cock. Her moans being sucked into my throat and mine returned to her. With a massive shudder I felt her tense and cum once more drenching my balls in warm wet heat. My cock swelled as I fired my sperm into the condom deep inside of her. Our bodies tensed then relaxed as she slumped on top of me happy and satisfied.

She was so exhausted she could hardly move as I changed the sheet drenched with her cum and blood and cleaned the two of us up. After putting a clean pair of underwear on I crawled in bed with her where we kissed and cuddled. Caressing each other we promised that nothing would ever come between us and our vows were forever. Never did I feel as peaceful as falling asleep with her curled up in my arms. I woke up early that morning feeling her breast nestled in my hand and feeling her heart beat in her sleep. Her ass was wedged tightly against me and her body felt so right cradled in my arms. I watched her as she slept with a satisfied smile upon her face as she lay there safe and secure knowing how much we loved each other.

Epilogue

How I wish the story ended here. There was never anything but joy and love while we were together. Yet even though she promised her mother would never tear us apart that is what happened in less than 2 months. Through fear, guilt, and public humiliation her mother forced her to promise not to see me. Her friends blackmailed her when she tried to see me. We still tried to get legally married because the law changed so her mother couldn't block it but 3 days before we did she backed out. She broke her vows and promises that she had made. She turned to drinking and let her friends block her from even talking to me online. They even set her up to get screwed by a man who already had a girlfriend. He was my co-worker who immediately made it known all over the bathroom walls and ruined her reputation.

She has been used most of her life and was told never to listen to her heart which is filled with lies. How can you call love a lie? We were filled with joy and happiness when we were together. I guess I am the only one she trusted enough to risk hurting. She knows I would never hurt her back. The last time I saw her I saw shame in her face as she refused to look in my eyes. Yet every day I pray for her return and for her safety. Hoping she finds the strength to open her heart once more to the love we share. I still think of her often and it brings tears to my eyes. No matter what happens I will always love her and I forgive her for the pain she has caused me. And no matter what happens, I will always have a memory to cherish.


Virginity Stories

Girl First Orgasm Stories

Well, I suppose I should introduce myself here. My name is John, I grew up in the southwestern suburbs of Chicago and I think I have the best older brother in the world. His name is Carl and he's four years older than I am. I wouldn't let my friends know it, but I'd always been a shy kid. All this happened when I was 18 and in high school. I had never been with a girl before. I mean "with" a girl. Girls liked me in high school because I was a "sweet guy". I was a poet, I had a good singing voice (I performed in school musicals and choir) and I was "sensitive". I didn't really mind this attention. As a matter of fact, I enjoyed it, all the way through my sophomore year.

My brother was always curious why I hadn't had a girlfriend come over. I said I had girl-friends, but not really any girlfriends. Toward the end of my sophomore year, I got a part time job, changed my hairstyle and started buying in-style clothes. Then I started getting noticed. Well anyway, let me explain the two incidents that got me confused about girls.

First, the summer of my sophomore to junior year a friend down the block invited me to a party. I invited a girl named Jean that had been exceptionally friendly to me before school had let out.

This party started out as most, in the den, with the flashing lights and crazy music. The guys' parents were gone for the weekend, and his older sister didn't care what he did as long as he kept it down some and the place didn't get wrecked. She didn't know some of the kids were sneaking booze in, but it never got noticed or out of hand.

Jean and I were slow dancing. It was about 10:00, the lights went down, and I noticed that there were just couples around. They were on the couch, chairs, carpet and you name it. I started getting uncomfortable quickly. I really didn't know what to do. About the time I became conscious of this, I pulled my head back and looked at her. She looked at me, smiled and then looked away. Since we were obviously the only ones dancing, I asked her if she wanted to sit down. She said "sure". We found a couple of chairs at a small card table in the corner of the den. We sat down, listened to the music and looked around for a while.

Yes. It was as awkward as it sounds. We were sitting right next to each other, and I had my arm around her on the chair. I really don't want to get into the long idle conversation we were trying to have, because it was embarrassing enough. At one point, she said she liked the song that was playing and rested her head on my shoulder. I was nervous. Of course I liked it, too. A moment later, she looked up. Our faces were close together. I knew if there was to be a cue in here somewhere, I just got it.

I turned my head and kissed her. Her lips were soft and her kiss was kind. She reached up and put her hand on my face gently as we kissed. I felt like the bottom dropped out of everything. The music was a thousand miles away, and it was as if no one else was in the room. Her hand slid down around my waist and rested against my side as we continued kissing. Then I blew it.

I swear I had no "evil" intentions as I put my hand on her leg. It was a place to put my hand; that was it. She had a skirt on that was only about an inch above her knee, so I didn't even touch skin. I just put my hand down. She jumped like I had touched everything personal she had.

"No! I don't want to...."

And that was the end of the night. I'll be honest. I felt like a stupid idiot... and I hadn't even had any intention of starting anything! I apologized over and over. As she kept her distance, I realized I should offer to walk her home.

Even today, I don't blame Jean for what happened next. I got depressed during the summer. When school started again, my wardrobe and appearance had gotten better. My "talents" for music and poetry had also improved because of my depression. I was getting more attention. Some of the more attractive girls were coming to me now. I was becoming "popular". But now there was a big problem.

Then came the second incident. I had girls coming to me that guys were drooling over. Some I went out with. I had a job, money and my older brother sometimes let me use his car. My relationships were usually short. One day in school, I found out why. I was walking down the crowded hall between classes with my current girlfriend, an attractive strawberry blonde. We had been seeing each other for a couple of months. Because of my "clumsy" mistake with Jean, I had never even tried to kiss her. We stopped at her locker so she could get something out. I backed up as she turned around to close the locker door. She got a big frown on her face and practically yelled out in the hall...

"What? Are you afraid to touch me?"

That really did it. Kids in the hall were looking at me. Some in sympathy, others snickering. I walked away from her and avoided girls altogether for the first half of my junior year, even though some hinted that I should see someone (some obviously hinting it should be them). I was just afraid I would do something stupid again.

Friends were trying to cheer me up. Academically, I was actually doing ok. My talent for singing, poetry and story writing improved with my depression (although the subjects of my writings were either about lost love or horror stories).

I don't know if someone told my brother, or if he noticed it himself, but he started asking questions. He finally got around to asking the right (or "wrong") questions and got it out of me. I think he could see that I was trying to hold the tears back as I started explaining everything that had happened. He could probably hear it in my voice, if nothing else. We had our "brotherly" fights and tiffs, but he was really concerned about what I was going through. He asked me if I'd talked to Mom or Dad about it. I asked him if he was joking. He tried to help, explain things, but my depression had been going on so long that I wasn't listening any more.

Summer came again and junior year let out. I wasn't going to parties. I went to work at the drugstore, bought junk food, watched TV, worked out and took long bicycle rides alone. My brother, who was now a sophomore at a local community college, was getting worried about me. He had moved to an apartment by the college, but came by the house often. I wasn't up to roughhousing around with him much anymore. Inside, I think I was even jealous of his way with the girls. He would sometimes stop by before going out and often had a very attractive college girl with him. In another way, I suppose I felt happy for him.

Then came the night I'll never forget. My brother came by the house one Tuesday night and said he had a problem; he wanted to know if I could help. He had done more than enough for me, including keeping me out of trouble with Mom and Dad when I screwed up a couple of times. I told him as long as it wasn't some kind of trick, sure! Carl said his whole evening was getting screwed up in one morning. He and his girlfriend Cynthia were supposed to go to a play at a local candlelight theater with her parents. Her parents couldn't make it due to the fact that her aunt had gone to the hospital. At the same time, one of his girlfriends' best friends came into town and his girlfriend didn't feel right going without her. He wanted to know if I would go to the play with her girlfriend.

At first I laughed.

"You have to be kidding," I said. "How old is she?"

My brother grinned.

"She's almost 19, but don't worry about it. She won't mind, she wants to see the play and Cynthia. And I just don't want to waste the money on the ticket."

I'd always been a pretty logical kid so it only took a few seconds to give the ok. First, it was a favor for my brother. Second, I'd never seen a play in a theater. Third, the girl (well, woman) was only one year older than I was and fourth, it was a favor for my brothers girlfriend. What the hell.

My brother came by the house again about 6:30 that evening. I had taken a shower and thought I was ready to go. Carl thought otherwise. He helped me pick out some clothes that would go well with the outing. I never even got that dressed up to go to church.

We walked out to the car and I hopped in the back. Carl said he had to pick up Cynthia's girlfriend at a hotel in the loop, because it was where she was staying while she was in town. At the time, I thought it was a little strange to have to go all the way downtown Chicago and come back for a play, but hey, she was from out of town.

When we pulled up in front of the Hyatt, Carl opened the door and stood up outside. The doorman came from the door and asked my brother if he needed help. "Just a minute" he said and walked into the hotel. The doorman grumbled something about the fact that he couldn't park there. It was only a few seconds before he came back out. He was walking out with a fabulously attractive girl with long, wavy black hair. She was wearing a sparkling blue ruffled dress that came down to about three inches above her knees. She was tall and had beautiful long legs. Her face was so gorgeous that I swore I'd never seen anyone like her.

She walked around the car and got in the seat behind Cynthia. She sat up, kissed Cynthia on the cheek and asked her how she was doing. Cynthia smiled, said she was fine and asked her how she was. Cynthia raised an eyebrow and looked at Carl. I guess I should have known something was up then, but at the time, I was much too entranced by this girl.

After her funny look at my brother, Cynthia turned around.

"This is Laura."

Laura turned toward me, smiled and offered her hand.

"Laura, this is John, Carl's brother."

There was firmness in the way she said Carls' name, but she was smiling so I figured it was a private joke. I shook Laura's hand and Carl pulled away from the curb. Laura grasped my hand firmly for more than a second and it made me look into her eyes.

Maybe it's been my emotional state, but I've always been receptive looking into people's eyes. It's an uncanny ability to tell whether I can trust them, as well as the ability to detect their feelings and general thoughts. I don't mean "reading their minds" or anything like that. More like good or bad "vibes". This time was different. My hand felt strange in hers. Looking into her eyes was like looking into a mirror. They were so dark, I couldn't tell what color they were. With her hand in mine and our eyes fixed on each others, it was like I was being read and she was doing the reading. It was a little exciting and a little unnerving all at once.

"Nice to meet you, John." Laura said and let go of my hand.

She turned her head forward, but her eyes fixed on mine until her head was turned straight again. As she talked idly about off the wall subjects with Carl and Cynthia, I caught myself looking at her again. Now as far as my own opinion of my poetry, I've never judged it. If people said they liked it, I was happy. But if I were to write a poem about this girl, it would have to be the best thing I ever wrote. She was beautiful.

Her black hair flowed past her shoulders down to the middle of her back in waves, like the tidewaters on a dark night. As the downtown lights reflected on her hair through the back window of the car, it made it all the more beautiful. She was smiling and laughing and would occasionally toss her hair back. Her eyes were glowing, sparkling like stars as she talked. Her lips were pink and perfect. Even the way her teeth showed as she talked was exquisite. Ok, I was overwhelmed. Her body was fantastic. I found myself hoping she wouldn't catch me as I noticed her breasts in the low-cut dress, her thin waist, perfect hips and once again her long legs, more visible now that she was sitting down. Actually, I believe she did catch me once or twice, but didn't say anything about it. I wished I were a few years older.

On the way, Laura turned and started asking me about myself. Our conversation led into my school and activities, she tried to make me recite one of my poems, but I was too embarrassed. Even my brother and Cynthia tried to get me to make something up on the fly. Laura put her hand on mine and almost begged me to try and I was still too shy. She put a pout on her lips, folded her arms and said,

"Ok, fine... be that way." Then she smiled.

When we pulled up to the playhouse, Laura pulled a compact out of her purse and looked at herself.

"Ohhh," she moaned, "look at my hair! It's a mess!". She pulled a small brush from her purse and offered it to me. "Would you?"

I sat there frozen. She turned and offered the brush over her shoulder.

"Please?" she said with a little beg.

I wasn't hesitating because I didn't want to, but because I was stunned that she was asking me to. I saw my brother turn out the corner of my eye and looked at him. He raised an eyebrow and nodded like he thought I was crazy to wait. Cynthia was just looking at me in the rear-view mirror.

I took the brush in my hand. "I'm not sure I know how to do this." I muttered and put the brush to her hair.

I started brushing in long strokes with one hand. Laura reached back with one had and took my hand with the brush. She asked for my other hand. I held it up by her shoulder and she took it gently. She placed my empty hand on the back of her head, told me to press firmly. She put my right hand with the brush beneath it and pushed downward through her hair. She pulled my left hand down along behind it.

"Like that." she said.

She demonstrated a couple more times and I kept it up.

At that time, I couldn't explain what it felt like. Now, I think about the how the brush moved smoothly through her hair, the waves turned through the brush with amazing ease. As my left hand followed downward, her hair was like silk under my fingers. After a few strokes, she took my left hand and put it under her hair and the brush as I stroked, so the bristles were against my fingers on the other side. "That way, you can get all the through.", she said. The back of my hand brushed against her back above her dress as I brushed. I found myself pulling outward to avoid the contact.

"Not out," she said, "down."

"Oh, man." I muttered.

The feelings inside me were strange. I was lost in her hair as I brushed.

"Something wrong?"

I hardly realized that I'd said something out loud.

"Uh, no," I stuttered. Now I felt like I should explain myself. "It's just that you're hair, is so..."

And there I was... a poet, and couldn't think of a word. After a few moments, she threw her head back, shaking her hair. She turned, smiled and took the brush.

"Thank you, John!" she said.

Her eyes were penetrating again, even in the second that she looked at me. I looked at the front seat. Carl and Cynthia were both looking at me. They both smiled and got out of the car. I was afraid I'd made a fool of myself.

We went inside. We watched "Evita" on stage. Carl had ordered wine and occasionally slipped me a glass. When I'd finish, he pull it back in front of him and order another. Eventually, Cynthia didn't want any more and he started giving me hers. I guess I had about four or five glasses. Through the play, Laura would look at me with those eyes and smile. At one time, she looked like she was going to cry. She had turned and pushed her chair closer to me so she could see the stage. During one of her emotional times, she put her hand over on my leg. I jumped. She looked at me right away to see what was wrong, then patted my leg, leaving her hand where it was.

I looked at Carl and Cynthia and realized they couldn't have noticed, because they were on the other side of the table. My heart sped up a little, but eventually calmed down as nothing else happened. I wrote it off as her need for a little support for her emotions.

When we left, I was a little giddy because of the wine. I jumped in the back of the car. I forgot what we were laughing about. Laura hopped in and immediately slid all the way over, pinning me against the door. She was laughing, too, and I made little of the motion. I was having a good time. Carl said something to Cynthia that left an opening for a sexual "innuendo". Being in my frame of mind, I opened my big mouth and took advantage of it. It was one of those things you say, and as soon as you realize it, you wish you could take it back. Not because it wasn't funny, it was hilarious because they all laughed. It was because it was something I probably shouldn't have said.

Laura laughed and said "You're bad!" as she grabbed my arm. "Oooo, and you're strong, too!"

Embarrassed again, I laughed and apologized.

"That's ok," she said, "and you're funny."

Her hand went from my arm back to my leg and a short quick sense of soberness swept over me again as I caught my breath. But it must not have been so obvious this time, because she didn't react. Cynthia and Carl started talking in the front seat.

"So," Laura said, "do you have a girlfriend?"

I wasn't sure how I should answer that. I didn't believe she was really coming on to me because she was older. It could have been the wine making her get close. But again, in my frame of mind, I figured honesty was the best policy.

"No." I said replied calmly.

She drew her head back, still leaning against me.

"What? All of the things I've heard about you, and you don't have a girlfriend?"

"I'm not too good with girls." I muttered, trying to keep a grin on my face.

I was beginning to get the depressed again. It was probably the wine.

"I don't believe that," she said softly, "Why?"

I felt like I was going to choke up. I took a long deep breath to regain my composure and to gain time to think about what I was going to say. I guess I took too long.

"You don't have to talk about it." she said

I took another deep breath to try once more; too long again. "It might help," she almost whispered, "maybe I can help."

I felt stupid. I didn't know her. Maybe she was older than me, but she was still a girl. How could I explain it to her?

I tried to turn my depressed feelings into an "psychiatric" mood, in order to get them under control. I sighed and started

"I shouldn't bore you with this. It's my problem"

"How do you know, unless you tell me?" she said.

Another big sigh, and I let go. Again, I guess it was the wine, but I started spilling my stories about what happened with girls since I started getting interested. I kept my voice down so Carl and Cynthia wouldn't hear me. Laura listened intently. I looked at her a couple of times. Her eyes were concerned now, but I still felt embarrassed and scared.

"Well, that's it," I said, "I just screw things up".

We were pulling up in front of Carl's apartment. Laura reached up and turned my head to face her.

"That's not what I'm hearing." she said.

Carl looked up in the mirror.

"Hey, it's been awful quiet back there! You guys still alive?" Laura sat up and smiled.

"Just having an adult conversation!" Laura answered.

"John? Adult? Since when?" Carl laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I answered. Carl turned around.

"Look, Cynthia and I have to go see how her aunt is. Would you guys mind staying here for a while? We'll give you a call and tell you how everything's going."

Before I could answer, Laura spoke up.

"We can wait. John here will protect me, he's a big boy."

I have to be honest. I really didn't think anything would happen, but the possibilities were promising.

Really, I liked Laura. She seemed to care and listen. She was.... comfortable. "Cool", I said as I opened the door. Laura practically pushed me out when the door opened because she was leaning on me. We started laughing and I helped her out of the car. Carl handed me his apartment key and we waved goodbye as they drove away. Laura was giggling, trying to get the keys away from me.

We got to the apartment. I opened the door and we "fell in". Carls' apartment was nice. It was carpeted. He had all the best goodies. A bar, big-screen TV, cable, very cool stereo system, designer furniture, you name it. Hey, he was a computer whiz. He made the money. Laura stepped into the middle of the room and twirled around, smiling, her dress and hair raising as she spun. Another look at those legs. Man, oh man, oh man. She stopped, staggered a little and looked around.

"Music?" she said.

I walked over by the stereo and turned on the radio. On came alternative music. While I was standing by the radio, she walked up close behind me and put her chin on my left shoulder.

Perfume. I had smelled it before in the car, but now it was strong. Her breath was warm on my ear. Her breasts were pressed up against my back. She reached over my right shoulder and started pushing the scan button, going through stations. I couldn't believe it. I started shaking, my heart started pounding. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I felt her turn her head face toward me, her lips almost touching my ear.

"Are you okay?" she whispered.

As her hot breath went into my ear, my brain went crazy. The wine, I thought to myself quickly. I'm making something out of nothing. I've got to get away from her before I do or say something stupid. But I couldn't move.

"Just nervous, I suppose." I said.

I swear, I didn't know where that came from.

She had found a station with quiet music. She took my hand and turned me around to face her.

"Why? Do I make you nervous?" she asked taking my other hand. Now I felt like a little kid. I was looking at the floor at her feet.

"Look at me, John", she said.

I looked up.

"Do I make you nervous?" she asked again.

"I don't know", I said, realizing again it was the response of a nervous little kid.

Laura led me to the couch and set me down. She had obviously seen the bar.

"Wait here." she said.

She walked to the bar, looked around and eventually brought two glasses of white wine from the small refrigerator. She handed me one.

"Now, tell your therapist what haven't you told me about the girls you went out with, or are there girls you haven't told me about?"

She had a smile on her face and was a little "matter-of-fact" in her tone of voice. I smiled.

"I swear! That's all there is!"

"Then I don't understand," she said, "What is it that you think you're doing wrong?"

Her voice was so up draft now, I felt more comfortable talking about it. I suppose it was like talking to a psychiatrist.

"I don't know," I said honestly, "I guess I'm afraid I'll never get it right."

I took a gulp of wine.

"And what is that?" she asked.

Ooops. The question came too fast after the statement. How do I answer that without getting "personal"? I took another swallow of wine.

"And what is it you're afraid you won't get right?" she asked once more.

I probably had a sheepish grin on my face as I looked away. I set my glass down kind of non-chalantly.

"C'mon," I said with a snicker, "You know."

"Tell me." She said.

I guess the wine was giving me a little strength again. I looked straight at her.

"Making contact! Touching! Whether or not I should! Is it wrong? Is it right? Man! I don't know!"

Ooops again. I had blurted all that out like I was frustrated at being grilled, like I wanted to just "get it out in the open".

Laura smiled.

"See? Talk about it! No one will ever know about what's going on unless you talk about it."

She put her glass down on the table. She sat next to me, her leg brushing up against mine. She leaned against me, took my hand and pulled our hands into her lap. Her thighs were warm. She touched my cheek with her other hand, then ran her fingers up into my hair.

"John, there's such a thing as the wrong time and the wrong place. There's such a thing as the wrong person. It happens. You have to realize that."

She had sat so close now that her breasts almost touching me. Her low-cut blue dress was sparkling in the one light in the apartment. Her breasts were more than half-exposed. I looked away.

"Tell me," she whispered softly, "are you afraid of me, John?".

I thought a second. "I don't think so," I said.

"Why do you think you might be?"

I didn't answer. It would have been the same stupid answer. I thought I would do something wrong. She turned my head to look at her again.

"You're afraid you won't do the right thing, aren't you?"

It was as if she read my mind.

"I suppose."

Stupid. Of course that was why. Laura leaned closer toward me and crossed her legs. She opened my hand that was in her lap and put it flat against her waist. She held it there for a moment and let go. I left it where it was. She placed her chin on my shoulder and started whispering directly into my ear again. It started getting pretty hot. I felt like I was sweating. I felt like my "person" was getting involved as well.

She put one hand between some buttons on my shirt, onto my chest. I knew she had to feel my heart beating. I did, even against her hand.

"What are you thinking?" she asked.

Honestly? I thought I was having a heart attack. I couldn't say that.

"It's hot in here" I said. (Duuuuhhhh.)

She smiled. "And why do you think that is?"

Well, as long as I was on a roll....

"Because you're making it hot in here",

"Good!" she said softly. "So you would say that I want you to touch me. I expect you to, right?"

"I would guess so." I said.

"There are times", she started "when a girl wants to be touched. Sometimes she wants to be touched just to know you care. This could be that kind of touch."

I had to admit. It was nice.

Again she got even closer to my ear. He lips brushed lightly against them.

"Can you dance?" she asked.

My Dad had shown me how to slow dance, and I explained that it was really all I knew.

"Great!" she said.

She popped up off of the couch, handed me my glass and picked up her glass. I took a gulp from the glass and put it down. She put hers down next to mine and pulled me into the middle of the room. She put one hand behind my neck and the other behind my back. At first I hesitated, trying to decide where to put my arms, when I finally clasped my fingers behind her lower back.

She moved close. The perfume on her neck was strong again. Her thick, silky black hair was over my arms and it felt soft and sensuous. She kicked off her high heels, which made us almost the same height. She was still taller, probably by about an inch. Her perfume, her hair in my face, her fingers and breath on my neck. It was heavenly. We swayed slowly to the music. She moved even closer. Her breasts were against my chest. One of her legs pressed into my crotch. I sighed, and tried to control the nervousness that crept up slowly once more. My ears were on fire and I felt like I was burning up.

"Relax," she whispered, "just enjoy the dance."

I noticed I was getting hard, and tried to pull my hips away to keep her from feeling it. She moved her hand from the middle of my back down to my rear and pulled me forward against her. At the same time, she pulled her head back, shaking her hair out of her face as much as she could and stared straight into my eyes.

"John, Do you think I'm attractive?"

I swallowed a lump in my throat.

"You're more beautiful than any girl I've ever known". I said.

"If that's true," she said. "Then think about this. I think you're an extremely attractive young man. You're emotional, honest and..." she looked down the front of me. "strong", she finished. "I trust you. You're not going to do anything wrong. Relax. Let me help."

In those few words and the serious look in her eyes, I felt all my fears drain. She pulled herself close to me again and we continued dancing.

In a few moments, she pulled my hands apart from behind her back and placed one of them on one of her cheeks; the ones in the back. I felt her cheek below the silky dress, warm and soft beneath my hand.

"Mmmmmm," she whispered.

I felt the vibration in her chest against mine. My head started swirling. It was like dancing in the clouds. I found myself nuzzling into her neck, drowning in the smell of her perfume. I felt her cheek rise against mine as she smiled. After a few more moments, she pulled back away from me. She took both of my hands in hers and held them between us.

"Do you want to touch me?" she asked.

My inhibitions were all but completely gone.

"Yes" I said.

"I want you to touch me,and I want to touch you."

She looked around the apartment.

"Where's the bedroom?" she asked.

I looked over in the direction of the bedroom.

"Over there."

She started walking backwards, looking back occasionally, holding both of my hands as we walked. My heart started racing again. My mind struggled to believe what was happening. She found the bedroom and backed into it. She turned us both around and kicked the door closed. She stood up close to me, looking deep into my eyes.

"Are you nervous?" she asked.

It was a mute question. My forehead was now sweating. My palms were sweating, I was taking deep breaths, and I was swallowing constantly. She didn't wait for an answer.

"You don't have to be. Everything is going to be fine. There's nothing to be afraid of."

My tie was already loose. She started unbuttoning my shirt slowly, pulling it from my pants as she got lower. She never removed her gaze from my eyes. I tried to act calm, but I just knew my eyes showed the excited expectations of the moment. At this precise instant, it was scary to think that my powers of observation into people's eyes were being used against me. She gently pulled my shirt open and down off of my shoulders, so it was hanging out of my pants in the back. She looked down at my chest and ran her fingernails gently across it. I shuddered.

She looked back up into my eyes. In this light, her eyes were as dark as her hair. I almost couldn't see her pupils. She spun around, almost so quickly that she surprised me. She reached behind and pulled her hair off of her back, revealing the zipper to her dress.

"Please?" she asked.

I wiped my sweaty palms off on my pants and reached for the top of her zipper. There was a small clasp at the top, and my hands were quivering so much that I struggled with it. She pulled her hair to the front and reached back and unhooked the clasp. I sighed, and pulled the zipper about halfway down her back. She waited a moment, turned her head looking back at me, then looked forward again and waited. I pulled the zipper the rest of the way down.

The top of her dress peeled away from her back as it unzipped. She was shaped like a goddess. Her skin was smooth and soft. Now the zipper unzipped all the way down, halfway past her panties. She was wearing light blue silk panties, and there was a garter belt above them. Her head turned first, I guess to see the look on my face. I realized my jaw was hanging slightly open. I shut my mouth and swallowed.

She was holding the front of her dress up with one hand as she turned around. She leaned forward, put her other hand behind my head and kissed me on the lips, long, gentle and passionate. A strange effect. My heart and breathing slowed down. My eyes closed. It was as if I'd been drugged or something. She pulled away slowly. Just as I opened my eyes, she lowered the front of her dress. The dress apparently had some kind of support, because she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts stood out firm, her nipples were beautiful and tan colored against the rest of her smooth white skin. I looked down as she let her dress slide to the floor.

As the sparkling dress lay in contrast on the black carpet, I started looking back up. She was wearing silk stockings held up by the blue garters above her waist. I was mixed up now, calm but nervous; excited but apprehensive.

"I'm sorry, I don't..." I started.

"Shhhh." She interrupted. She took my hands, opened them up and placed them on her breasts, pressing them down.

"Touch me." She said.

I gently massaged them in my hands, kneading them, enjoying their softness.

"Mmmm Hmmmm...", she whispered softly. "Kiss them John."

I dropped to one knee and began kissing her soft breasts all over; I instinctively brushed my lips over her nipples as they hardened.

"Ahhhhhh," she sighed, as I noticed she got goosebumps on her stomach. "See, John? You're not doing anything wrong".

She took one of my hands from her breast and pushed it down gently over her silk panties.

"Feel me through my panties, John." She said.

I moved my fingers over her panties. They were damp and warm. I may have been a virgin, but I knew what was going on. I'd heard about it all. The fear of doing something wrong was disappearing as she shuddered. It was like she was the one out of control now. I rubbed gently over her panties, feeling her wet lips inside them. I continued kissing her breasts and nipples. I took a nipple into my mouth. She gasped.

"Stop!" she said, panting and pushed me away.

For a split second, I thought I had done something wrong. She leaned backward, threw her long hair back over her shoulders, rubbed her breasts firmly with her hands, let them slide down to her crotch and back up. Then she stood up straight again.

She took a big step forward and pushed me hard back onto the bed. She stared into my eyes and straddled my legs, kneeling on the edge of the bed.

"Oh no, John." She said. "You're not doing anything wrong."

The look was different this time. Even I knew it was a look of excitement, pure passion. She was staring at me as she unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them. She slid off of my legs and bent down to gently kiss one of my nipples. She licked it in circles as I felt it get hard. It wasn't the only thing hard. I gasped. Her hair flowing down onto my chest and stomach, her warm breath against my chest and her hot tongue on my nipple was driving me crazy. She switched nipples, licking across my chest and slipped one hand down into my shorts. Her cool fingers wrapped around my erection. I groaned as she took hold of it firmly. She scooted back up and kissed me, putting her tongue deep into my mouth.

I was breathing like I had run a marathon, and so was she. She lifted up from my face. She looked down at me through her long hair.

"I need you, John!" she said with a voice I hadn't heard her use before.

She let go of my dick and pulled my shoes, socks and pants off. Then she told me to move up onto the bed "right". I moved up and put my head on the pillow, just lying there in my underwear. She stood up on the bed and straddled my waist. Looking up from the pillow, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. She was beautiful. Her hair was flowing around her breasts, trying to hide her nipples that still managed to protrude through the strands of wavy black hair. She bit her lower lip, staring down at me, smiling.

She started playing with her breasts, squeezing her nipples. I was so hard; the elastic in my underwear was off of my stomach. She licked her fingers, saliva coming from her fingertips as she drew them from her mouth. She reached down into her silk panties and started playing with herself, all the time staring at me through half-closed eyes. Between the wine, the music and this beautiful girl... woman standing over me, I was losing track of where I was. My eyes started to close. She saw me and suddenly stopped. I opened my eyes as she plopped her butt down onto my hard cock. I still had my underwear on, but I could feel her hot pussy against me. She lay down, pressing her breasts against my chest and held my arms to the bed. She started moving her hips against my crotch, rubbing her panties firmly against my hard me under my underwear. It was unbelievable.

"I want to teach you something," she said, "but first, I want you to feel something".

Oh, I was feeling something already.

She kissed my mouth, then licked my neck gently. She moved down and gently licked each nipple. She kept going, licking down my stomach, her wet hot tongue leaving a cooling trail of saliva down my chest and stomach. She teased my belly button with her tongue for a moment and kept moving down. I had been watching. She was looking up once in a while to see if I was.

"Lift your legs, John." she hissed.

She started pulling my underwear off. I lifted my legs; she pulled them off and flung them on the floor.

She kneeled between my legs and took my hard dick in her hand. She licked the fingers of her other hand and rubbed her wet saliva over its head. I let my head fall partly back on the pillow as she rubbed her wet fingers gently around and around. She lowered her head and licked the underside of it. I gasped, closed my eyes, and let my head fall the rest of the way back onto the pillow. She gently licked all over my dick, my balls and crotch. I pressed my head back into the pillow, moaning, trying to lie still. As she continued, I rolled my head around. My hands gripped the blanket on the bed. I couldn't believe the sensations. She carefully took it into her mouth and sucked it from top to bottom, bottom to top. I grabbed another deep breath, opened my eyes and looked down at her. She was still looking up at me, smiling. She took the head into her mouth and licked around it with her tongue. Then let it go. It lurched a few times as I sighed and released my grip on the blanket.

She stood back up on the bed, unhooked her garter belt and slowly pushed her fingers down into her panties. She hesitated, then pushed them downward. Her pussy was shaved. I could see it all. She pushed her panties all the way down and took off her garter belt. Her nylons were still on. She stepped forward and sat down on my chest.

"Watch, John," she whispered, "I'll show you how to make a girl happy".

She threw her hair back over her shoulders and licked her fingers once more. She reached down and ran her fingers slowly around the outside edge of her pussy. She ran them down the side, to her anus, then back up the other side to the top. She licked her fingers again, and pushed them slowly down between the lips, pausing at the top. I could see her clitoris as her body twitched when she touched it. She lifted her head to look at me, as she pushed two fingers into her pussy and massaged them in and out at the top. This time, with the juices from her pussy, she slid her fingers around the lips and from the bottom to the top. She was breathing heavier now.

"John, can you make love to me, here?" she said between breaths.

At this point, I would have done anything for her.

She moved her knees over my shoulders and moved her pussy to my lips. I remembered every movement; I licked the outside of her pussy first.

"Ooooo, slower, John, take your time." she moaned.

I slowed down. Her pussy was tart, hot and wet. I licked slowly to her anus. I hesitated, but she was clean, and smelled sexy, even there. I licked her hole and started back upward. She jerked and gasped as I crossed from her hole to the bottom of her pussy. I licked slowly up the other side, and she shook. I started at the top this time, and licked down the side of her pussy lips. She moaned loudly and put her fingers in my hair.

As I continued to lick down and back up her pussy, she pulled my head forward. She cried as I reached her clitoris and circled it with my tongue over and over. I had to look up, because I thought she was hurting, but she was still holding my face up into her and biting her lip. She was tossing her long hair back and forth now, panting and shaking. I experimented, taking her clitoris between my lips and sucking on it. She stopped suddenly, gasping with each sucking motion. I returned to licking her lips up and down; sometimes my tongue was slipping between them. I kept on. I was getting excited as she was thrusting against my face, panting, moaning.

"Stop!" Again, she screamed and jumped off of my face.

"Oooo, you wonderful young animal!" she screamed. "I want you!" She turned down by my dick and sucked it wildly.

"Whoa, man!" I yelled.

I was still mostly hard, but was getting harder fast. Her tongue was doing crazy things to my dick. I instantly grabbed the blanket and hung on. After a couple of minutes, she stopped, looked at it, pumping it with her hand. She looked at me and smiled.

"Now I have you right where I want you." she said as if she was possessed.

She stretched one leg over my waist and lowered her hot pussy onto my dick.

"OH!" I grunted as she plunged downward.

My dick was surrounded by her hot wet tunnel. Again, I grabbed a deep breath. At first she moved slowly up and down, smiling at me as her pussy seemed to grip my dick. I must have set a record for holding my breath as she teased me, sliding up, hesitating and then pushing back down.

She was grabbing a breath herself, every time she lifted herself back up and exhaling as she pushed herself back down. Finally after moments of what seemed to be a mixture of pleasure and frustration, she pushed herself down, smiled down at me and leaned back with her hands down by my knees. I could feel her long hair against my thighs as she started to move up and down again. Now, she would move side to side sometimes. My dick was getting hot wet sensations from every direction in her pussy.

"Ohhhhh! Holy crap!" I moaned.

I heard her gasping and I thought I heard her laughing between them.

"Ahhhh, yes!" she screamed as her thrashing got wilder.

She shook wildly as I heard her take a large breath. She shook for moments and then sat up like a shot.

"Johnny, Johnny!" she hissed.

She moved almost carefully up and down on my still hard and throbbing dick.

"How could you ever think you would do anything wrong? And you're still hard! For a boy your age, that's surprising! But we'll take care of that right now!".

She fell forward against my chest and started kissing me again. I felt her legs close between my legs and my dick was pinched into her hot pussy. "Mmmmppph!" I moaned against her lips, but she didn't let up. I felt her hips start moving again, with my dick trapped. Slow, short up and down motions, side to side again. Now it was very tight and hot. My brain went out to lunch. All I heard was the music. Her tongue was dancing inside my mouth. I felt my dick start pumping. I moaned against her mouth, the only air I was getting was coming out through my nose. I sounded like a boxer with a tooth guard, panting. I wanted to clench my teeth, but her tongue was in there, and she was drawing my tongue into her mouth. I knew I was going to climax. It was starting so hard it was bringing tears to my eyes. I opened my eyes and looked at her. Her eyes were closed. I moaned hard against her mouth as I came. I felt her lips curve into a smile.

My hips tried to move as I came, but she held me down, pumping on me. She pulled up, opened her eyes and looked into mine as my mouth hung open, gasping for air, panting and climaxing. She bent her head down and kissed my neck, still working on me with her pussy. It felt like she started biting me. Finally, I couldn't move any more. She moved a couple more times on my shriveling dick and sat up. She smiled.

"Nice?" she smiled.

I was still too busy panting to answer. She lay down next to me and put one leg over mine. She kissed me on the neck and ear.

"See, Johnny?" she whispered. "You did nothing wrong. Everything you did was right". I was tired, worn and exhausted. She reached over and snapped off the table lamp.

"What about Carl?" I asked.

"Shhhhh," she whispered. "just rest". It was probably all the wine, but as much as I wanted more, I fell asleep.

"Hey! Someone's' been sleeping in my bed! And he's still there!"

I jerked up in the bed and it was daylight.

"Oh, man!" I yelled as the light burned into my head. "My heads killing me! Close the blinds!"

"Well, it's no wonder,", Carl said, "You had wine at the play and I don't know how many here."

"One." I mumbled and pulled a pillow over my head. Suddenly I shot up. I was covered up, and was the only one in bed. I looked around.

"Laura's gone," Carl said, "She left early this morning."

He moved closer to take a look at me. "Hmmmmm, vampires out last night?"

I looked in the dresser mirror. Laura had left a good sized hickey on my neck.

"This is for you."

He tossed it at me and left the room. It was an envelope. I opened it up. I found a poem that I had written inside. It was attached to a letter from Laura.

Dear Johnny:

Please don't be disappointed. I'm a professional girl, I'm really 21. but I'm also a good friend of Carls'. We go back farther than you'll probably ever know, unless he decides to tell you. Carl told me about the problems you had with girls and I asked him if I could help. It wasn't his fault. It was mine. He showed me some of the poems you had written and I actually cried. There is no reason anyone should feel this way about love or life. The one I've enclosed is the one that I want you to read again. Read it now, then finish this letter.

Love - Definitions Divided

The emotional...

Love is joy, an experience, shared by two

Love is unity, and life renewed

Love is desire and mutual affection

Love is a strong and timeless connection

The physical...

But when Love becomes corporeal

It can be cruel and cold as steel

When a gentle touch leads to fear

Or a touch becomes necessary to seem dear

Then what?

Then what is Love, emotion or touch

Can it be both? Is that too much?

Perhaps in life I'll never know

Knowing not where it's safe to go.

I went back to the letter.

Johnny, I can tell love is important to you. You've capitalized it in every instance in your poem. You've had some bad experiences in love. Both physical and emotional can happen, and at the same time. You have a heart of gold and genuine feelings.

Someone will see that some day. It'll be worth the wait. You'll know and she'll know when the time is right. Be patient.

Thank you for last night. I'll remember it the rest of my life.

Love, Laura

PS. And never, never, never worry about knowing what to do to please your girl. You have no problem there. Trust me!

Laura

Well, she was right. Carl and I had a long talk that morning. I knew where to find Laura, but I never looked for her. I knew why she wanted to help me that night and I had a renewed faith in the possibilities of my search for affection; physical and emotional.


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