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Secret Room 3

He rang the doorbell, and Misty answered it. She smiled and invited him in. He came inside, but as he was closing the door, he saw a black limousine pull up in front of his house. He went to the window and looked out, seeing three big men get out. Two of them escorted Cindy up the stairs to the door.
“What is it?” asked Misty, peering out right next to him. “Hey, there’s someone at your house!”
“I know. That’s what I’m looking at.” he told her. “I don’t recognize them. I don’t know anyone who rides around in limousines.”
They watched as a big, fat man got out of the back when the third gorilla opened it for him, then they went up to the door and rang the bell. He rang it several more times, but there was no answer, so the biggest guy smashed it open. All five of them went in.
“I’m going to use your phone, okay?” he said. “On second thought, I’d like you to call the police and report what you just saw, okay?”
Misty nodded, then went to the phone and dialed the station number from the emergency list next to the phone. She told them what she had seen, four big men and a woman breaking into her neighbor’s house, and they told her that they would send someone right over.
She hung up the phone and looked at Mike, smiling.
“Guess what? Mom gave us permission to go all the way, as soon as she gets home from work. She said she wants to be there when we do it, but I’m not sure I can wait that long.”
“Well, the police are going to come here after they check out my house, because this is where the call originated from.” he told her. “We should wait at least until they leave.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” she said. “But I want you as soon as they’re gone. “I’m still horny from sucking it this morning!”
Five minutes later, two cruisers showed up in front of his house. Four cops got out and went up onto the porch. They saw the busted front door and all four got their guns out, taking cover on either side of the door. Two of them went down the steps and disappeared into the back yard, and the other two went into the house a moment later.
Misty snuggled up to him, and he put an arm around her waist. She moved it up to her breast, and he could tell the she wasn’t wearing a bra under her T-shirt.
“Oh, God, I love the feel of your tits.” he said, giving it a little squeeze. “So firm, and they’re just the right size, too.”
“And I love the way it feels when you touch them.” she said, grinding her ass into his crotch.
“Oh, Misty, don’t do that! The cops will be here any minute, and I don’t want to talk to them with a hard on!” Misty giggled, but then she caught her breath as they heard shots being exchanged in his house.
“Oh, shit!” he said, letting her go. He went over to the phone and hit the redial button, then handed the phone to Misty again.
“Hello? My name is Misty Walker, and I live at 2024 Walnut Lane. I just called a few minutes ago and reported a break-in, and now I’m hearing gunfire from there.” She paused a minute. “Yes, sir, four policemen went in, and nobody has come out yet. There were a lot of gunshots, about twenty or so, I think. Maybe you better send some more men over.” She paused again, listening.
“Yes, sir, they’re at 1101 Walnut, about a block from here. There’s two police cars out front, and a limo.” She listened again. “The license plate of the limo is 2943 A M. Ohio, sir. Yes, I’m sure, I can see it clearly from here. It’s a big Cadillac limousine, with black windows. Five people got out of it, four big men, and a woman. They all went into my neighbor’s house, and nobody has come out yet.”
She waited a moment, then turned her head and looked at Mike.
“I’m on hold.” she said. “They’re trying to contact the other officers.”
While they were waiting, three more police cars showed up, and all three had four men in them. They clustered on the lawn for a moment, then spread out around the house. A few minutes later, the S.W.A.T. van showed up, and about twenty officers dressed all in black got out, wearing bulletproof vests and helmets. They went up the steps and swarmed into the house, carrying shotguns and automatic rifles.
“Oh, man, they’re going to screw up my beautiful house!” Mike said. “I bet there’s bullet holes all over the place already!” More police and ambulances were showing up, two fire trucks and another squad of S.W.A.T.
“Oh, Mike, where’s little Pete? I hope he’s not in there!” Misty said, concerned. “No, wait, he’s in school, isn’t he?”
“Yes, but his bus should be coming in about half an hour.” said Mike. “I hope all this is over with by then.”
“What if it isn’t?” Misty asked, worried. “I mean, they wouldn’t let him off the bus into the middle of a firefight, would they?”
“No way.” Mike told her. “The cops wouldn’t even let the bus get onto this street! I’ll probably have to go pick him up at school.”
Another cop car pulled up in front of the Walker’s house. One cop got out and came up the walk, then rang the bell. Misty answered it, with Mike right behind her.
“Hello, officer, please, come in.” Misty said.
“Hello, officer, I’m Mike Ménage.” said Mike, introducing himself. “That’s my house up the street, there.”
“It is!?” said the cop. “I’m Officer Velasquez of the Metro police. Maybe you could tell me how all this mess up the street got started?”
“Well, earlier today, my wife showed up and wanted to come in; no, maybe I should go back a little further than that. My wife left me two months ago, and this morning she came back to get some of her things. A month after she left, I was angry and I gave all her things to Goodwill, and I told her so. She wanted to come in the house, but I refused to let her.” Mike stopped and looked at the officer.
“Is that it? That’s your story?” he asked. “That doesn’t explain anything!” he said.
“No, I’m not done.” Mike told him. “I just thought I’d stop so you could ask any questions you might have.”
“Okay, why wouldn’t you let her in?” he asked.
“Because, it’s not her house.” Mike answered. “It was mine before we married, and there’s a prenup that states all prior property belongs to the original party and does not become marital property.” he explained. “I didn’t want to continue our marriage, and the best way, I felt, would be a clean break.”
“Okay, go on.” said the cop. “Tell me the rest.”
“About an hour later, she came back with two men in police uniform, but they refused to show me their ID, so I refused to let them into my home. They pushed their way inside, and forced me into my basement at gunpoint.
“They were searching for a hidden room down there; apparently my wife had told them about one.”
“Is there one?” asked the cop.
“As a matter of fact, there is.” Mike told him. “My father built a safe room years ago, back in the fifties, as a bomb shelter. The men threatened my wife with the guns until I showed it to them.
“They were so eager to see it, one of them let his attention slip, and Cindy grabbed his gun and shot them both. I then came over here to collect my thoughts before reporting it, but then the limo showed up, so I had Misty call the police. That’s when we heard all the gunshots, so she called them again. Can you tell me if everyone is okay in there?”
“Well, everyone is not okay.” said Officer Velasquez. “I’m afraid that in addition to the two men that your wife shot, there are three officers dead, plus the four men you saw entering your house, and your wife Cindy is in critical condition, and not expected to last the night. She was shot twice in the belly, cut up pretty badly, and there are… pieces missing.”
“Oh, my God, oh my God.” Mike moaned. “What did they do to her?”
“It looks like she was tortured for information” said Velasquez. “Her fingernails were pulled, and they used a knife to cut her up. She’s lost a lot of blood, and even if she pulls through, she isn’t… whole anymore.”
“W-what do you mean?” Mike asked, paling. “Not whole?” Velasquez looked at Misty uneasily, not wanting to say more in front of a child.
“Could we speak alone?” he asked. “It’s sort of gruesome.”
“Sure.” Misty said. “I’ll just go up to my room and let you two alone.” When she had gone, officer Velasquez cleared his throat, unsure how to tell this man that his wife had been mutilated.
“Uh, well, sir, they cut off both her nipples, and marked up her face.” he said. “They took her nose off, and both her ears. The tendons in her left knee have all been cut, as well as her Achilles’ tendon in her right heel. She be in a wheelchair for the rest of her life, assuming she lives.”
Mike looked distressed, shaking his head with tears brimming.
“None of that is life-threatening.” he said. “I mean, it’s serious, but people have lived through worse.”
“True, but she was also shot twice in the stomach at close range.” Velasquez told him.
“Can I see her?” Mike asked. “Which hospital has she been taken to?”
“She’s en route to St. Mary’s.” said Velasquez. “However, there’s some questions I have for you first.”
“Okay, but let’s get it over with as quickly as possible. I want to be with my wife. She may have left me, but I never wished anything like this on her.” Mike said, the tears now spilling down his face.
“Have you ever heard of Sal Mineo?” he asked Mike, studying his face carefully. “Tell me the truth!”
“Sure, I have.” said Mike. “Who hasn’t? He’s the local crime lord.”
“Have you ever had any dealings with him?”
“Hell, no.” said Mike. “Once you get tangled up with people like that… Wait a minute! Are you saying that it was Mineo’s people in my house?” Mike said in an anguished voice. “Those gangsters did this to my Cindy?”
Velasquez nodded. “Any idea what the info they tortured her for was?” Mike shook his head, getting an angry look on his face.
“No clue.” he said. “Look, Officer, I probably shouldn’t say this, but if you people don’t shut Mineo down, I’m going to.”
“Hey, Mr. Ménage, don’t say things like that! You have no idea what these men are like. Besides, you don’t need to. Mineo himself was one of the men killed in your house today.”
“Good.” said Mike grimly. “Saves me a lot of trouble.”
“Trouble like that you don’t need.” Velasquez nodded. “You got plenty of that already, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Sure do.” Mike said. “I got a shot-up house, and a cut-up wife. Excuse me, Officer, but I’m going to the hospital to see her.”
“I’ll drive you there, okay? I’m afraid your car has been impounded as part of the crime scene.”
“No, because if it’s true that Mineo is involved, I think it might be safer for me if I’m not seen associating with the police. You may have gotten him, but he’s got a lot of people still out there, right? Somebody is bound to take over the organization.” Velasquez looked at him askance.
“Are you sure you haven’t had any dealings with them? You sure know a lot about how they think.”
“Hey, I watch the Soprano’s.” he said. “Are these guys any different?”
Velasquez chuckled. “No, I guess not.” he said. “Okay, we’ll want you to come downtown to make a formal statement, but from what you told me, you’ll be okay. “It’s well known that Mineo had an obsession for hidden rooms. The fact that you had one tells us why he showed up at your house personally.”
“Okay, but I have a question of my own.” Mike said. “How did Cindy get involved with Mineo in the first place?” Velasquez looked uncomfortable, looking at the floor.
“Well, it seems she was a prostitute for him.” he said. “About six weeks ago, she was caught up in a sting we did on one of his motels.”
“Oh, God, I never should have let her go.” Mike said, new tears forming.
“Uh, don’t get too worked up. She’s had two separate charges in the last six years.” Velasquez told him. “This wasn’t a one-time thing for her, I’m afraid. She’s been doing this for a while.”
“Oh shit, oh, my God.” Mike moaned. “She was out hooking?” Mike looked shocked, and sat down in a chair, holding his head in his hands. “I’d like to be alone, please.” he said. “This is all such a shock!”
“Sure, but are you staying here for the now? You can’t go home, I’m afraid. It’s cordoned off as a crime scene, and will be until Forensics is finished doing their thing. A few days, at most, probably. We’ll be in touch, so don’t leave town.”
“No, no, I won’t go anywhere.” he said. “You have my complete cooperation.” he told them.
“Okay, Mr. Ménage, we’ll be in touch.” Officer Velasquez left.

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Growing Up CH1

This is a compilation of everything that happened or could have happened to me or a fictional me.

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A Family Man: Part 5 Home Cumming

Sorry this took so long to get out. Life got in the way and this chapter required a ton of re-writes for continuity’s sake. I hope you enjoy. Leave a like and comment, please.

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Wendy’s Gang Rape (part 2 errors corrected rewrite & enhanced)

Wendy’s Gang Rape (part 2 errors corrected rewrite & enhanced)
Wendy staggered in the direction of her house, which was still a good mile away, looking down at the ground as if in a trance. The special place between her legs felt like it was on fire from the abuse it had just endured. Semen ran from it down her legs producing traces through the dust on her skin making her legs look stripped. She held her tattered dress together as best she could, still clutching her precious spelling award, which was now broken in two.
Suddenly a huge shadow loomed in front of her. She looked up to see Mr. Patterson who owned the orange orchard standing there with his hands on his hips. Wendy was relieved and happy to see someone she knew from her father’s church and began to speak but someone grabbed her arms from behind and a very large hand covered her mouth and nose. It pressed down so hard that she couldn’t breathe and she started to panic. At six foot four inches Mr. Patterson was towering figure. He looked down at her with a large evil grin saying, “We were watching you fuck your wet back friends, and saw how much you were enjoying it Wendy. So my boys and I didn’t think that you would mind giving us a little poke at that holeyer than thou little pussy of yours. I’d always heard about you preacher’s daughters and now I know it’s true. Hoist her up boys.?And with that she felt two pair of strong arms grab her arms, reach under her knees and raise her off the ground.
Mr. Paterson grabbed the front of Wendy’s dress and ripped the last shreds of it off. Her tits bounced as they caught in her dress and then sprang free as it was ripped from her body. They were scratched all over with visible handprints that her previous rapists had squeezed and embedded into them and deep bite marks around her large pink nipples. “You little whore. So you like it rough.?Mr. Paterson said looking down at Wendy’s abused tits. He took the pieces of the spelling award that she was clutching, looked at it and said, “Spelling award, I didn’t know they gave out awards for spelling Mexican.?And tossed it aside. Next he took a large piece of her dress wadded it up in a tight ball and when the hand was removed from her mouth shoved the cloth in. Wendy struggled to free herself but she was already exhausted from the Mexicans gang rape. She was lifted into the air by her knees, which were pulled up and out forcing her into a spread-sitting position just above cock height. Mr. Patterson unbuttoned the two shoulder straps of his overalls and stepped forward. Wendy looked down at his erect 10?cock. Her eyes opened wide at the sight and she tried desperately to speak. Mr. Paterson rammed the tattered piece of dress deeper into her mouth and then guided his huge cock up towards her abused pink swollen pussy lips. She could hear laughter all around her. She let out a deep long grunt as Mr. Patterson rammed his cock up into her sore pussy. He thrust up so hard that the full 10?of his thick swollen cock impaled the helpless 12-year-old girl. Mr. Paterson groaned with pleasure as his balls slapped her bare wet ass. Air escaping from her stretched pussy as the huge cock plunged into her depths making a bubbling fart sound as the thick white Mexicans seed rushed out and made a long dangling string as it dripped to the dusty ground below.
Wendy let out three or four muffled short screams. Mr. Paterson looked over her head and said, “Yeah Mitch do her ass.?She knew Mitch; she liked him, he was 19 and the oldest of the boys, standing about an inch taller than Mr. Patterson. She struggled as much as she could being held by the other two boys. Wendy didn’t understand what Mr. Patterson meant, “do what with her bottom??She thought. She had never heard of anal sex and didn’t understand how these men that she had known all of her life could be doing what they were doing to her.
She felt a hard thing slide between the cheeks on her bottom. It felt strangely slimy because of all the wet stuff in her rear crack from the Mexicans. It slid up and down her crack a few times, then as the two boys lifted her up the hard thing stuck straight up at the entrance to her poop hole but she still didn’t realize what it could be. The two boys let her drop back down and the rod forced it’s way in and started sliding into her pooper. Wendy’s face turned bright red and a long deep grunt came from deep in her throat. Mr. Patterson looked down at Wendy, her body was pressed tightly between the two men facing Mr. Paterson with her head tilted back, red faced and grunting like she was pushing something big out. He laughed at the sight and said, “I don’t think the little bitch has ever had a cock up the ass before. You’ve been letting those Mexicans just fuck you up the pussy? You little hore, you disserve everything that you’re going to get.?The weight of her body pressing down made Mitch’s cock slowly impale the helpless young girl. It kept slowly sliding deeper into her virgin ass until it stopped inside her belly with only 3?in and another 6 to go. Mitch said, “Hey Pop, it won’t go any deeper.?“Well then hold the little bitch by the hips and Ram it in the rest of the way.?Mr. Patterson barked. Mitch grabbed Wendy’s hips; his large hands nearly went all the way around her waist. He pushed his huge cock upwards with all his strength and for a moment nothing seemed to happen, but when he pushed a second time suddenly there was the sound of a muffled, “pop?inside Wendy’s belly, like a knuckle popped deep inside her. She suddenly gasped for air and then there was nothing for a moment, just a look of total pain and surprise, then the deepest, longest little girl grunt that the men had ever heard as Mitch’s rod slid deep into her depts, invading her poop hole completely.
They started fucking her rhythmically, bouncing the helpless young girl between them. Mitch grabbed her by the legs and told his two brothers, “Pop and I can take it from here?They let her legs go as the two men fucked away pounding at both her now bleeding holes. Wendy just stared straight up toward the sky and grunted in rhythm with the pounding of her two rapists. She could feel the men’s two huge dicks so deep inside, it felt like they were in her tummy. She still didn’t understand why they were doing this to her. She was always taught that you only had sex with someone that you were married to. She thought, “Why was Mr. Patterson and Mitch doing this? Were all the men in the church going to do things like this to her now??then suddenly both men started to moan and their rhythm changed, they both rammed upward at the same time. They pushed together so tightly that she could no longer breath, then Mr. Paterson grunted and next Mitch did the same. Wendy felt the thump of Mr. Paterson’s cock deep in her pussy first and a second later Mitch’s cock thumped deep inside her pooper and then the warmth as both men pumped their seed deep inside her whom and tummy, thump thump?thump thump?thump thump. She could feel Mr. Paterson’s warm seed filling her whom again just like the Mexicans had done, but now she could feel her rear hole filling too. Wendy grunted and moaned in rhythm as her pooper filled with a man’s sperm for the first time in her life.
Both men were grunting and squirting harder than they ever had before. The thought how the sweet young blond haired, blue-eyed girl that they had been watching in church singing in the choir and dreaming about for so many years was now helplessly being pressed tightly between them with their cocks buried deep inside her, pumping their cream. Mitch now holding her from behind by her bent knees could feel the softness of her skin as he pressed his body against hers. Each thump of his cock and huge squirt of semen was like heaven. In front Mr. Paterson marveled at Wendy’s tits, how large they were and how good they felt smashed against his lower chest. Both men looked down between them at Wendy’s red face, her mouth stuffed with cloth, staring straight up as her eyes bulged and a stream of tears ran back towards her ears. How she seemed to be grunting in rhythm with both men’s squirts of semen, a thought that only made them, squirt harder.
After what seemed like an eternity to Wendy the squirting slowed and finally stopped. “WOW! What a fucking good cunt?Mr. Paterson said breathing heavily. “Her ass is tighter than shit too!?Echoed Mitch. Wendy didn’t have time to catch her breath as Mr. Paterson and Mitch each took a knee and an arm in their grasp and the other two boys took the front and rear positions. “I want her pussy.?Said 16-year-old James as he unzipped his genes, took his 9?erection in hand and positioned it at the entrance to her cunt. Wendy couldn’t believe that James could do this to her. He had always been a friend and they had sung in the choir together. “He couldn’t really do this to her?She thought, “and Matt his younger brother was in her class at school. They played together every day at recess. He was a little older than her but he’d always been so nice.
She felt another hard rod sliding up and down her butt crack. This time she knew what it was, Matt’s cock. James looked deep into Wendy’s eyes and said, “I’ve always dreamed about fucking your sweet cunt Wendy and now I’m going to pump your pussy full.?The two men holding her legs lowered her down and she could feel the pressure of Matt’s cock as her anus resisted. James cock started sliding up into his little piece of heaven, Wendy’s cunt, then suddenly Matt’s cock forced it’s way into her ass and both cocks began their long slow painful journey into the depths of the young girls belly. Wendy could feel the two cocks dragging on the walls of her pussy and especially in her ass. Her face began to get red again as she grunted from all the pressure of Matt’s anal invasion.
She heard Mr. Paterson say, “So Matt, how does she feel??“OOOHHHhh Mmman she feellllss ggggooodd?Replied Matt in a shaky voice. Her rear invader finally hit bottom as she felt the two boys balls smash together against her wet crotch. She felt herself being bounced between the them as they fucked her. The sound of grunting and moaning filled the air as both boys fucked a girl for the first time, and they took Wendy extra hard because of who she was, the preacher’s daughter. They, like their brother and father had grown up watching Wendy in church and in school. Dreaming of doing to her just what they were now doing, fucking her.
Being so young and inexperienced the boys couldn’t last. After only a few minutes they both exploded into her, pumping wad after wad of their extra thick hot young boy cum deep into Wendy’s belly. They pulled their cocks out followed by what seemed to be gallons of thick white and pink baby seed dropping to the ground in long slimy strings. They let Wendy’s legs go and she stood wobbling barely able to stand. Sperm mixed with blood still running down the inside of her legs in streams. Mr. Paterson motioned to the boys and two of them grabbed Wendy by the arms and knees again pulling her into a reclined sitting position. Mr. Paterson broke a branch about 2?in diameter and 3 feet long from a nearby orange tree. She watched as he took out his pocketknife and began to whittle at one end making a sharp point like a spear. When he finished he walked up between Wendy’s legs and pointed it at her swollen red bleeding pussy lips. He Looked up at Wendy’s face and said, “This is going to really hurt, but it will give you some small idea of what could happen.?Wendy shook her head and tried to beg him not to do what ever he going to do, his tone of voice scared her. Wendy could only watch helplessly as Mr. Paterson slowly moved the point closer to her special place. As the rough whittled tip of her torturers spear moved through her already sore pussy lips and began its journey up her vagina. Pain shot through her body like nothing she had ever felt before. It was as if it were covered with sand paper. Suddenly the tip reached her cervix. Wendy screamed so loud and hard that the saliva soaked cloth fell from her mouth, but he didn’t stop there. He felt the resistance and knew exactly what it was. He looked up at Wendy’s face and twisted the shaft as he pushed the tip through her cervix. Wendy screamed as she felt something tearing inside. It felt like her insides were on fire. After what seemed like forever to Wendy the pressure stopped as he released the invading rod. The boys stood her straight up again still holding her arms. Wendy couldn’t understand why Mr. Paterson had hurt her so badly. It hurt so much; that she felt like the stick was way up inside of her tummy.
Mr. Paterson said, “Look between you legs Wendy.?She looked down and gasped and what she saw, the wooden rod was hanging from her pussy almost touching the ground with blood running down it. Mr. Patterson reached down and grabbed the branch shoving it further up inside Wendy, then again twisting it as the two boys pushed down on her arms and lifted her knees once more forcing the stick to touch the ground. Another 3?of the rod diapered into her pussy slit as the tip forced it’s way through her uterus and further into her depths. Wendy screamed and Matt covered her mouth muffling it. Mr. Paterson released the pole and put a hand on each side of Wendy’s face grabbing her by the ears saying, “Wendy if you tell anyone what happened here today we’ll finish ramming this stick up your cunt right into you belly. Now you wouldn’t want that would you??Crying, moaning and whimpering, Wendy shook her head. “Ok then I’ll take you to the Hospital and the boys can report this terrible crime to the Sheriff. You know how those wetbacks raped you and rammed that stick up your pussy. Right? Said Mr. Paterson. Wendy nodded her head, crying uncontrollably with a conquered look in her eyes.
“Oh yes, and as soon as you get better, you know, from this terrible Mexican rape, the boys and I will want to see you every night after school. Just to make sure that you aren’t fucking any more Mexicans.?Mr. Paterson said with a loud laugh…

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He hits her spot just right making her cum over and over, clawing at the sheets as he smacks her ass. “Yeah you like that don’t you baby? You like when I make you cum like a little slut?” He ask smacking her ass again

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A Ball Of Lust

When you are the prettiest girl around, everyone hears of it. Everyone envies it. Everyone wants it.

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Sailor’s First Time

First Time for 19 Year Old Sailor
Was it really almost 50 yrs ago? Doesn’t seem like it. I can
remember…..Nineteen years old and still a virgin. Now that’s something you
don’t want to get around to the rest of your shipmates. But hey, I was a little
drunk and looking for sympathy when the subject of “last piece” came up. I
was only temporarily assigned to the ship and wasn’t really part of the group.
They let me tag along sometimes and that’s why I was there when the subject
came up. So I told them I was a virgin. Got LOTS of sympathy. I’m just glad
it was a small bar. I didn’t have a lot of laughter to run through getting out of
the place. It was about three weeks later when Bill came up to me on a
Saturday night and asked if I wanted to hit some bars. I was bored and , of
course, ever hopeful Miss Right would be out there and said OK. Since we
heading out on a cruise the following Monday, I figured I better get some
shore leave in before we shipped out. Bill jokingly said “Maybe we’ll get you
laid tonight.” Yeah, right. In a pigs eye.
We took off and headed down the ‘strip’ (every Navy town has one). I was
driving my relatively ‘new’ 68 Skylark; relative since it was 1973 and the car
was ‘new’ to me. Bill said “Fuck it, let’s try someplace else. Someplace where
there aren’t a lot of sailors ruining the place.” Sounded good to me so I let him
lead the way. We drove around Newport quite a while with Bill giving
directions. I had a feeling he was looking for someplace in particular but
didn’t really care. Finally he directed us into a parking lot and we went into
the adjacent bar. “Jesus, this place looks dead” I said. Bill told me to just wait
and we took a couple of seats at the bar. We had a couple of beers while the
place started to fill. Most of the newcomers were older women. At 19, any
‘woman’ is older; these looked to be over 30 with an occasional over 40
mixed in.
Very few men which made me wonder if Bill had picked a lesbian bar (I hate
that terminology). It was still kind of early and we were working on our third
beer ( I was, Bill was on 4 or 5) when Bill grabbed my arm, lifted it in the air,
turned to the mostly female population at the bar and said “I have a virgin
here, how much do I hear?” All I could think of was “How could I let myself
be embarrassed like this again?” I steeled myself to slink out amongst the
expected laughter when I noticed there wasn’t any. Looking around, all I saw
was expectant and, in some cases, hungry looks. I grinned sheepishly at the
wolves and said nothing, just kept sipping my beer. Being 19 and not a
professional drinker, the beer started having its effect. I remember talking to a
lot of the women there (the beer relieved some of my inhibitions) but was not
‘attacked’ by any of them. The band started playing and I danced with the
women I was speaking with. During one dance, I noticed a new woman enter
the bar.
Beautiful! About 34, 5’6″, brunette, and a body that would knock you socks
off. She was obviously a regular since she said hi to almost everyone there. I
didn’t pay much attention to her since she looked so damn good. Figured my
chances, coupled with my inexperience and age, were nil (typical of ALL my
thinking about girls/women at that time). The woman I was dancing with saw
me looking and just smiled. After the dance was over, my partner excused
herself saying she had to talk with some friends. I went back to the bar and
talked a while with Bill. I noticed that my last dance partner was talking to
the brunette but I didn’t think anything of it. Next thing I new I was being
tapped on the shoulder. Turning around I almost choked on my beer; it was
the brunette asking me if I wanted to dance. Nodding my affirmation (thank
God I didn’t have to open my mouth and make a fool of myself) I followed
her out to the dance floor.
We spent the next few hours dancing and drinking until the bar closed. Bill
left with one of the women we had talked to earlier with the parting shot
“Give her hell!” Mary (the brunette) simply smiled at him and leered at me. I
figured she was only flirting and nothing would come of it. When it got down
to us and a few other clients, Mary asked if I would give her a ride home.
Sure, I was hoping but figured my typical luck would hold out and nothing
would happen. It didn’t take long before I was totally lost. I kept following her
directions figuring “it’s her house, she knows the way.” Suddenly she said
“turn right here!” I turned the car onto a dirt road and quickly had to hit the
brakes. Before me were rows of corn stalks with no house in sight. She
reached over, turned off the ignition, and said “I understand your a virgin. I’d
like to do something about that.” Now, a note of clarification on my virginity.
I had dated a girl during my senior year in high school and we got pretty
serious. Without going into detail on how it happened (another story,
perhaps?) we experimented our way into heavy petting, and graduated to
some mild oral sex (no orgasm this way, at least for me) and mutual
masturbation.
Both being Catholic and in HS, the guilt, paranoia, and down right fear of
pregnancy kept us from going any further. The same guilt and paranoia
always infected our trysts and made them less enjoyable. I digress but it is
important to the story…. I was terrified! I wanted her so bad but my fear of
failure, self, etc. was almost overpowering. She slid over to my side (thank
God I didn’t have bucket seats!), put her arms around my neck, and we started
kissing. The new moon, hanging low in the eastern sky, provided a pale
surrealistic light to the situation. She slid her tongue inside my mouth and
played with mine in a way that promised greater things to come. But still, I
was petrified. I knew this was it; it was finally going to happen. Technically I
new what to do (I’d seen pornos, read books, practiced by myself) but I was so
nervous I couldn’t think what to do first. She broke the kiss and said “This
really IS your first time, huh?”
All I could do was nod. Couldn’t even mention the little I had done in high
school. “Well, we’ll just have to find something to do to calm you down”, she
said. Right, got any phenobarbitol? I’m 19, finally gonna get laid, and she
thinks she can calm me down? Good luck. She again started kissing me, that
wonderful tongue playing intricate games in my mouth. Her hands
unbuttoned my shirt and started caressing my chest and occasionally
venturing down to my stomach and the start of my pants. My cock was
straining and almost screaming at me to get started. Tentatively I reached out
and cupped her breasts. She moaned, reached both arms behind me and
crushed herself against me. I almost passed out! This was too good to be true!
No begging or pleading, just someone who wanted it as much as I. Somehow
I got her shirt unbuttoned and began caressing her breasts. MAGNIFICENT!
She broke our embrace, reached behind and unsnapped her bra. She smiled at
me as her breasts tumbled free, grabbed my head from behind, and pulled me
down to those globes. I was lost in between them! I kissed and sucked her
tits, going from one to the other, slathering them with my tongue without
touching her nipples.
She lay back moaning, crushing my head to her breasts. Finally, I began
running my tongue around her nipples first in large circles which gradually
became smaller until my tongue was flicking across her nipple. Slowly, I
drew the nipple into my mouth and began to suck on it. The pressure of her
hands on my head increased and I tried to suck as much of her breast into my
mouth as I could. I went back and forth between those melons driving both of
us into a frenzy. By this time my dick was in extreme pain. I new I had to do
something to relieve the pressure but felt I needed to do more to please her. I
remembered one of my shipmates telling how he preferred cunnilingus before
entry to help excite the woman and reduce the amount of stroking required
for her to reach orgasm. And believe me, I was determined that she would
also reach orgasm. I began running my tongue down her chest to her stomach
and back to her breasts. I was curious if she wanted me or even would let me
go down on her. Taking her louder moans as an un-official endorsement, I
began to undue her pants. She lifted her ass and helped me pull her pants
down and off.
I began to go lower toward her cunt when she pulled my head away, looked
into my eyes, and asked “Do you know what you’re doing?” Not wanting to
spoil the situation by saying something stupid I simply nodded. “I thought you
were a virgin?” she asked. I mumbled something about reading a lot and she
chuckled in a very sexy manner and said go ahead. I again lowered my head
to her stomach and continued running my tongue around the area,
occasionally dipping below into her panties and dramatically increasing her
moans. I grabbed her panties and slowly drew them off. She twisted in the
seat so that her head rested on the passenger side arm rest with her legs
spread on the seat (thanks mom for not letting me buy that sports car!).
Starting at her knees, I ran my tongue down her legs to where her cunt hairs
just started tickling my nose. Knowing that I should start at her clitoris
(thanks to “Everything You Wanted To Know About Sex But Were Afraid
To Ask”), and the general location, I used my tongue to explore until I found
it. I started flicking her clit with my tongue and sucking it into my mouth. She
arched her hips, grabbed my head, and crushed it against her cunt. Whatever I
lacked in experience I tried to make up for in effort.
I kept sucking gently on her clit, my saliva mixing with her juices, until she
was soaked. Leaving her clit I moved down and began tonguing her vagina.
Taking a deep breath, I shoved my tongue as far into pussy as it would go.
She mashed my head against her moaning “Jesus, a natural pussy eater!”
Hearing that drove me wild! I began thrusting my tongue in and out with
short trips back up to her clit. I just couldn’t get enough of it with her
moaning how good it felt and kept fucking her cunt with my tongue. Finally,
I’d had enough. Not that I couldn’t continue doing that, I just couldn’t take the
pressure on my cock. Breaking her iron-like grasp on my head, I pulled back
and began taking off my pants. She smiled at me and said “Now it’s my turn.”
“NO!” I almost screamed, “I couldn’t take it!” She smiled knowingly at me
and laid back down on the seat again spreading her legs.
This was it. The moment of truth! I knelt between her legs and she reached
down and grabbed my cock. I almost died! Just having someone else besides
me touch my cock was fantastic. She stroked it back and forth a few times
muttering “it feels sooo nice!” Grabbing my cock, she pulled me towards her
and down to her pussy. Without letting go of my cock, she slowly worked it
into her pussy grabbing my ass with her other hand. I couldn’t believe the
sensation! Rosie Palm and her five sisters NEVER felt like this! When she
had all of me in her, she let go of my cock, grabbed my ass with both hands,
and moved her hips up and down against me. At last I was fucking a woman!
I started getting carried away and thrust with all my strength against her, her
hands on my ass pulling me deeper into her pussy. I knew I couldn’t take
much more of this.
Feeling an orgasm start, I shouted “STOP!” Too late, I started coming inside
her but held myself very still hoping I could control how much I came. She
looked up at me and asked “Did you come?” “A little”, I replied. Smiling, she
stroked my cheek and asked “Do you want to stop?” I shook my head no and
started stroking my still hard cock inside her. Now I understood one of the
benefits of being 19, healthy, and incredibly horny: once just wasn’t going to
be enough! I also noticed that the first ‘little’ orgasm seemed to deaden the
sensations in my cock. Realizing I could now fuck her without worrying
about coming too fast, I went at it with a renewed gusto. She looked at me
and moaned “I don’t believe it!” My ego soared! I was Tarzan dominating
Jane! I was the fulfillment of the male image! Marlboro Man look out! I’m
riding this mare to the sunset!
I kept up the pace, going in and out, as deep as I could, her writhing and
moaning driving me to animal passion that almost scared me. Her hips
thrusting back at me met my every stroke with equal, passionate force.
Suddenly, she grabbed me around the hips with her legs, and sinking her teeth
into my neck, began to come. Her vagina clamped down on my cock and I
could feel it pulsate in rhythm to her body convulsions as she became lost in
the throes of her orgasm. I couldn’t believe that I had actually done that to a
woman. She held on to me long after the orgasm subsided, my cock still hard
inside her. Finally she relaxed her legs and let me pull out of her. I didn’t want
to leave that warm, marvelous cavern but my arms were shaking from holding
myself up. I sat back on the seat with a silly grin on my face. She sat up, saw
the grin, and chuckled “Well, how was it?” Still grinning I replied “WOW, it’s
a lot better than I thought!” She laughed and snuggled up to me, her breasts
pressing against my arm.
I lit a cigarette for both of us and we sat there in silence smoking. She
finished half of hers and snubbed it out. Leaning back against me, she started
stroking my thigh and said “Well, we can’t go with you only having a little
orgasm. How about a big one?” I was shocked! My high school escapades
previously mentioned always ended with one orgasm no matter how good it
was. Now here was a woman asking if I wanted more. I don’t think I can
relate the male ego boost that occurs even today upon hearing that! I looked at
her, nodded and said “I don’t know if I can come again.” She looked me in the
eye and said “Let me worry about that.” Using both hands she gently forced
me back until my head lay on the driver’s side armrest, my legs spread on the
seat. Being obviously of a vengeful nature, she began running her tongue
down my legs and around my stomach being careful to avoid my crotch. I
moaned and writhed under her ministrations, thrusting my hips involuntarily
into the air.
Finally, after one tongue excursion down my thigh, she began tonguing my
balls. She went back and forth between them getting the hairs soaked with her
saliva. She suddenly stopped, looked up at me, and took my left testicle into
her mouth. She sucked on it softly and stroked it with her tongue. Letting it
slide sensuously out of her mouth, she repeated with the right testicle. She
went back and forth between them, sometimes using her mouth to ‘fuck’ my
balls, sliding them individually in and out, in and out. She stopped, and
taking a deep breath, took both balls into her mouth at the same time, gently
stuffing them in with her hands. The sensation was overpowering. My cock
felt more engorged with blood than ever before; bouncing up at the sky with
every beat of my heart. I squirmed repeatedly underneath her which seemed
to drive her into a heightened frenzy. She kept sucking on my balls like she
couldn’t get enough, her eyes constantly open and watching my reactions.
Suddenly, she pulled back slightly and let my balls pop out of her mouth. She
began running her tongue up and down on the underside of my cock.
Occasionally she would wrap her lips as much as possible around the side of
my cock and suck it or stroke her lips up and down, pausing close to the head.
She opened her mouth and placed my cock inside on her tongue rubbing it all
around without closing her mouth. I’d only seen this done in porno movies
and experiencing it was almost unbearable. She grabbed my cock with her
hands and closed her mouth about the head, slowly sucking it in until she had
about half of it in her mouth. She kept it there, sucking on it like a popsickle,
her eyes glued to mine savoring my every reaction. She closed her eyes and
started stroking her head up and down on my straining cock, going deeper
and deeper with every stroke, until finally all of my cock was buried in her
mouth. She ground her face against my stomach, twisting her head back and
forth, then returning to fucking my cock with her mouth. This sure wasn’t
going to take too long. Nothing in my previous experience could possibly
prepare me for this!
I could feel my balls swelling, getting ready to expel my juices. I grabbed her
head and twisted it up without removing my cock and told her I was going to
come. I thought she would pull away and let me come in the air like in high
school but I was wrong. I removed my hands from her head as she mumbled a
negative and increased her sucking up and down. Again I grabbed her head
and started helping her up and down on my cock. The pressure kept
increasing and increasing until suddenly, I began to come! She thrust her head
down on my cock, taking it as deep as before. I shot jet after jet of come into
her throat while she continued to bob her head up and down on my deeply
engulfed cock. It was like I couldn’t stop coming and she couldn’t get enough.
As the flow lessened, she pulled her head back and began running my still
spurting cock around her face. The muscles in my body were shaking from
my tensing them. Finally I stopped and she took my softening cock back into
her mouth, gently licking and sucking it. She used her fingers to wipe off her
face and sucked off the collected come.
We both fell asleep. I woke up about an hour later, saw the time, woke up
Mary and said “I’ve got to get back on board ship.” We dressed and I took her
home. I laughed when it turned out her home was only three blocks away
from the bar. I asked her why we didn’t go to her house and she said she didn’t
want her husband catching us! I couldn’t believe it! I asked her if we could get
together again and she smiled at me and said ” Who knows? You can find me
at the bar.” She kissed me tenderly and walked into her house….. I went back
to the bar after we got back into port about 2 months later but she never
showed up. I drove by her house but it was up for sale. Nobody at the bar
knew what had happened to her or when exactly she left. I’m happily married
now with a wife that fulfills my every fantasy and desire so I have no need to
look for another woman. Still, I guess you never forget your first experience,
especially one as wild as that one was. I hated waiting until I was 19 but in
hindsight, it was well worth it! The message? Don’t discount older women.
Their capacity to please can be overwhelming and their capacity to give can
be bottomless. Thanks Mary, wherever you are. I’ll never forget you…..
The End

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As her lower leg pleasantly tingled she lifted the left foot across her brother’s leg, she wanted him to treat that foot as he was the first. Still not thinking purposely about her he started to pay attention to both feet which caused Mandy to snuggle into a sofa pillow and slowly lose concentration on the movie.