A Slut is Born
By: Erlikkhan (dhastp@yahoo.com)
The DateIt all began when Ron asked her on a date. Cheryl couldn't believe it. She always had a secret crush on him, but she was shy and did not hang with his crowd. Although they shared several classes, only in her dreams did Cheryl ever imagine he would ask her on a date. Then out of nowhere came the question when she was leaving school on Friday.
"Hi. Cheryl. I was wondering what you're doing Saturday night?"
She was stunned. He continued to say something about a party but she could barely hear. Cheryl was about to blow it. All she could do was nod her head when he said something about "pick you up at 6". The next day was hell trying to figure out what to wear and practicing what to say over and over in her head.
Her biggest fear was being kissed. She had kissed a few boys but it was always awkward and nothing like the passionate kisses she saw in the movies. And what if he touched her? She had let Mike Donovan feel her tits... or more accurately didn't stop him when he did... but she had so little experience she was afraid he would be able to tell.
There was also a chance he would want more than just a feel of her tits. Would she let him? Should she? As the daughter of a minister she had to be careful about her reputation. On the other hand this was her big chance and she didn't want Ron to think she was some kind of prude.
Ron put her at ease right away with his kind manner and gentle humor. He told her how beautiful she looked and made her blush. Slowly her nervousness gave way to feelings of excitement and awe at just being with him. She didn't say much but Ron didn't seem to mind. After pizza they went to a party where Cheryl felt out of place, but once again Ron put her at ease.
When the mood of the party shifted and couples began to openly kiss and touch, Ron sensed her discomfort and took her out on the back porch where they could be alone. After talking for a few minutes he lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. Cheryl knew it was about to happen. She had practiced for this moment in a mirror. His lips were so gentle. When they parted she opened her mouth as well. His tongue flicked against hers.
Cheryl put her arms around his neck and kissed him back moving her tongue with his. He pulled her closer. She could feel the heat of his body through her clothes. Her own body was tingling all over. The kiss continued. It was like in the movies. She could feel herself getting wet between the legs.
They sat on a love seat and continued to kiss. His hand touched her breast. Her swollen nipple felt like it was going to burst. He kissed her on the neck. She moaned. Her head was spinning from the feel of his strong hand squeezing her ripe young breast. His fingers fumbled with the buttons on her blouse. He slipped his hand inside and under her bra. For the first time a boy was feeling her naked breast.
His strong fingers kneaded her warm flesh. A fingertip caressed her nipple. . Nothing had ever felt so good. It was confusing because everything was happening so fast. He pinched her nipple. Cheryl moaned again. It was like a nerve was connected directly from her nipple to her pussy. Her panties were already damp from her secretions.
Then something happened so quickly it took her by surprise. The pressure in her belly suddenly exploded shooting flashes of pleasure through her body. She stiffened and arched her back. All of her energy seemed to drain through the small opening between her legs and soaking her panties. It was her first ever orgasm. She knew what it was from the way Becky had described it.
Ron pulled away to let Cheryl catch her breath. When she regained her senses, she didn't know what to say so she sat there in silence. Ron put his arm around her. She snuggled up close to him. Her hand rested on his chest. They kissed. Cheryl knew she was in over her head and was somewhat relieved when someone came out to smoke a cigarette.
Cheryl had to get back before curfew but she still had another hour. Ron suggested they go for a drive. She thought that he was somehow disappointed because he didn't say much as they drove around town. She thought he was upset because she hadn't done anything to make him feel good. Not that she had a clue how to do it, but she knew from Becky that was what most boys really wanted.
They pulled into a quiet park near some trees. Ron put his arm around her and kissed her. It was a good kiss. Cheryl felt his hand squeeze her breast through her blouse and felt the familiar tingling between her legs. Not sure what to do Cheryl put her hand on his thigh for support. This time he unbuttoned her blouse and unsnapped her bra. Her naked tits bounced free. Ron squeezed and fondled them sending flashes of pleasure through her body. Ron kissed her ear and pushed his tongue inside.
That was when Cheryl realized that something hard was now pressing against her little finger. It suddenly hit her what is was she was touching. She mumbled something unintelligible as Ron kissed down her neck and sucked a nipple into his mouth. She gasped from the feel of his warm lips and his tongue sliding across her nipple.
Cheryl knew she had to do something to return the favor. Mustering up her courage she slid her hand over the hard bulge in his pants. She had no idea what she was doing. Her fingers moved ever so slightly against his hardness. Ron shifted and pressed back against her hand. She slowly began to rub him.
Cheryl felt his hand move to her thigh and squeeze it just below the hemline of her skirt. She stiffened at his touch not sure where it would lead. Ron caressed her thigh and slowly slid his hand under her skirt. Cheryl gasped when his fingers pressed into the crotch of her panties. Her own fingers tightened around his cock through the pants he was wearing. Everything was spinning out of control.
The orgasm hit her like a thunderbolt. Cheryl's whole body lifted off the seat of the car. She threw her head back and screamed. Her body continued to shake as a second and third wave surged through her pussy. Ron pulled away not sure what to think. Cheryl finally collapsed breathing hard. She looked over at him with uncertainty.
"I... I think I better get home."
They drove in silence to her house. Her body was still trembling from her orgasm. Cheryl thanked him and said she had a good time. Ron kissed her goodnight and asked if he could come by the next day to do homework together. Still in a daze she said okay and jumped out of the car. She barely said hello to her parents before running up to her room and getting ready for bed.
That night Cheryl relived every moment of their date. As she did so her hands found her naked breasts and squeezed the same way Ron had squeezed. She pinched her nipples and imagined his lips and tongue feasting on them. The tingling between her legs was powerful. Cheryl let a hand glide down through the soft curls and touch the searing folds of her womanhood.
Before that Cheryl had masturbated a few times. Becky kept telling her how great it was, but it was always disappointing when she tried it. She couldn't concentrate and felt foolish. This time was different. Her fingers quickly found her sensitive button and rubbed it in circles. Her other hand pulled at her nipples. She squirmed on the bed and imagined Ron was touching her like this. Cheryl's breathing became fast and erratic. Two fingers slipped inside her boiling cunt.
"Oh Ron... yes... use your fingers. Oh god... that's it... rub my pussy... faster... yes... yes. Oh god Ron... fuck me with your fingers... I'm going to cum... yes... now... uuuuunnngggghhhh... ooooohhhhhhhhhh..."
Cheryl lifted her ass off the bed as the third orgasm she had ever experienced exploded from between her legs. She continued to rub her pussy and clit until her fingers were sticky with cum. She squealed again as a smaller orgasm washed through her body. She finally collapsed onto the bed still shaking from the experience. Afterwards she couldn't believe she had used such foul language. It was so unlike her.
The next day was Sunday. Cheryl was glad because her father would be tending to his congregation. He wouldn't like the idea of a boy coming by the house but her mother was different. She wanted Cheryl to lead a normal life. When Cheryl told her mother that Ron was coming by to study she said no. She had a meeting that afternoon and didn't want to leave them alone. After much pleading and begging, Cheryl's mother said she would decide after meeting the boy.
Ron showed up just after lunch. Her mom spent a several minutes grilling him. His manners were impeccable. He passed the good housekeeping seal of approval with ease. She decided if it was safe to leave them alone and said she would be back in an hour. Her mother winked at Cheryl when she left to let her know she approved.
Cheryl had purposely worn a loose pull over dress that looked nice but would be easy to maneuver. Underneath was a pair of sexy red panties and a black bra. She kicked off her shoes and snuggled up next to Ron on the couch when her parents pulled out of the garage. Becoming bold, Cheryl traced the back of his neck with her fingers.
"I really enjoyed last night, Ron. You were such a gentleman."
"I enjoyed it too."
He pulled her close and they kissed. Their mouths opened and tongues mingling. His hand moved to her breast and squeezed gently. Her nipples swelled. She felt a familiar tingling between her legs. Feeling bold, Cheryl dropped her hand to his thigh. She rubbed it back and forth without venturing too close to his hard cock. Ron broke away from the kiss and looked at her.
"You know, when I went home last night I had a small problem. I mean you got me pretty excited and normally I could have done something about it but my little sister had a sleepover so my brother shared my room."
Cheryl turned bright red. She knew exactly what he was talking about. She smiled nervously and looked away trying to compose herself. She didn't want to act like a foolish prude in front of Ron.
"I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to leave you... um... that way. I mean I've never... um... oh god. I don't know what to say. Is there something I can do?"
Cheryl knew that didn't come out right. Of course there was something she could do, but what if he said he wanted to have sex with her? She wasn't ready for that. The silence was almost unbearable. Cheryl thought about getting up and going into the kitchen. At last he spoke.
"No, Cheryl, it's just that... well I never saw a girl get so excited without... um... you know. I mean we were only kissing and... oh shit... what am I saying?"
Cheryl sat in silence for several moments. There was a lot of sexual tension in the air. Someone had to make the next move. Suddenly feeling bold Cheryl pulled the dress over her head and let it fall on the couch. Then she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. Her naked breasts bounced free.
No man has ever seen Cheryl's naked tits. It is true that Ron touched them and even kissed her nipples so it shouldn't have been a big deal. Somehow though, showing him her naked body seemed more intimate than touching. Suddenly Cheryl got worried about how she compared to others he must have seen. She covered them with her arms and looked away. His hand pulled her arms away.
"Wow. They're so beautiful, Cheryl."
Without asking permission, Ron reached out and cupped a breast holding its weight in his hand. His fingers squeezed the soft flesh. His moved his fingertip to her hard nipple and rubbed it. He did the same thing with her other breast. Cheryl felt very self-conscious but she could also feel her pussy responding. When he lowered his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth she moaned and threw her head back.
Ron's hand dropped to her thigh. Cheryl slumped down further on the couch and spread her legs. She wanted him to touch her sex. His hand slid up her leg and cupped her pussy. He rubbed his fingers over her panties and along the length of her gash. The pressure building in her belly was powerful and intense.
His teeth raked across her nipple and bit down lightly. Cheryl arched her back and pressed hard against his fingers. Her hands caressed his hair. She gasped from the pleasure surging through her loins. His fingers slipped under her panties and pushed into her pussy. An orgasm immediately ripped through her body. He pumped his fingers in and out of her while she thrashed back and forth squealing and shaking.
Cheryl was exhausted when Ron finally pulled his fingers out of her quivering cunt. Her naked tits were rising and falling with each breath. She smiled up at him when he sucked his fingers clean. She didn't know what was going to happen next but she had a feeling it would involve more new experiences.
Ron stood in front of her and pulled off his T-shirt. She could see the large bulge of his cock through the tight jeans he was wearing. Without thinking, Cheryl sat up and rubbed the bulge with her hand just as she had last night. She looked up at him with lust in her eyes. She wanted to see it but was afraid to say anything.
As if reading her mind, Ron unbuckled his jeans and stepped out of them. His hard cock made a tent in the front of his briefs. He hooked his thumbs into waistband and peeled them down until they fell to his feet. Cheryl's eyes fixed on the large fleshy protrusion rising up from between his legs. It was much bigger than she thought it would be.
Cheryl sat forward to get a closer look. Her heart was pounding from the excitement she was feeling. She reached out and let her fingers brush across the hard flesh. It felt so warm and alive. Ron touched her hand and helped curl her fingers around the shaft. She felt it swelling even bigger. She moved her hand like Becky had told her wondering if she was doing it right. Ron seemed to like it so she went faster.
"Oh yeah... that's it... oooohhhh."
Ron looked down at Cheryl stroking his cock with her tits jiggling on her chest from the rapid movement of her hand. Suddenly he felt a rush of blood to his groin. It was going to happen. He put his hands on the top of her head, bent his knees and fucked her hand. His forceful thrusts caused the head of his cock to brush across her lips. She pulled her mouth away and continued to stroke him faster and faster.
"Oh fuck... I'm going to cum... oh god... here it comes... oooohhh... oh fuck... UUUUNNNGHHH... AAARRRGGGGHHH..."
His balls, which had been full since their date the night before, released a river of cum that surged through his cock and exploded from the tip. Cheryl turned her head just in time. Hot liquid splashed against the side of her face and across her nose. She pointed him at her tits and continued to pump his spewing cock. Stream after stream of cum splattered all over her tits. Several large globs landed on her thighs.
The pressure in her tummy released. Cheryl pressed a hand between her legs and gasped. Her body shook and trembled from the orgasm that surged through her loins. When she finally caught her breath Cheryl realized she was drenched in cum. Becky had told her about how a guy will shoot stuff when she strokes him with her hand, but she never expected so much would come out.
"Um... I have to use the bathroom. I'll be right back."
She grabbed her dress and ran into the bathroom. Cheryl looked in the mirror. Cum was splattered all over her face and tits. She could feel it running down her stomach. She scooped some up with her fingers and studied its texture. Did this stuff really make babies? She licked her fingers. It tasted a little weird.
She felt so nasty and slutty as she stared at herself. She liked the feeling. Cheryl scooped more cum onto her fingers. She pulled the crotch to her panties aside and slipped her fingers up into her pussy. She did the same with a second and then a third scoop of cum. Cheryl finger fucked her pussy while staring at her cum covered body in the mirror. In less than a minute her pussy gushed all over her fingers.
Her panties were a mess. The crotch was so wet that it looked like she had peed. There was a big wet spot in the front from where cum had drooled down her stomach. She cleaned up the best she could and pulled her dress over her head. Her bra was still in the other room.
Cheryl found Ron dressed and sitting on the couch. She snuggled close but didn't say a word. Ron turned his head and kissed her lips. She was still on fire. She wanted to lose herself in him. The kiss became desperate. He squeezed her tits. Her hand dropped to his cock and rubbed it through his jeans. It didn't take long before his naked cock had her fingers wrapped around it.
Cheryl looked into his eyes and then down at his cock. She knew what was going to happen next. Becky had told her about it. Ron put his hand on the back of her neck and helped Cheryl lower her head. She opened her mouth and felt the smooth skin of his knob slid between her lips. She swirled her tongue around it. Her lips slid further down the shaft. The feel of the hard flesh in her mouth had her pussy dripping.
Ron grabbed her hair and fucked his cock up into her mouth again and again while moving her head up and down to match his own thrusts. She soon figured out the rhythm and used her lips and tongue to stimulate him. She knew she was doing it right by the way he reacted and the things he was saying.
"Oh fuck... aaaaahhhhh... that's it Cheryl... suck it... suck my cock... oooohhhhh..."
She could feel him slamming against her throat opening on each thrust. She pushed her tongue along the underside of his cock and felt him go even deeper. Her pussy was gushing like crazy just from the feel of his cock in her mouth. She was moaning around his shaft as it fucked her face. Spit was drooling from her mouth.
Becky said that guys like it when a girl lets him shoot in her mouth so she didn't pull away when his shaft swelled between her lips. He thrust hard and let out a loud grunt. The first jet of hot cum splashed off the back of her mouth and washed across her tongue. More cum flooded into her mouth. She was vaguely aware of the front door being opened as the final drops of cum dribbled from his cock.
"Cheryl, I'm home. Is Ron still here?"
With light speed she sat up while Ron stuffed his cock back into his jeans and pulled a book into his lap. Cheryl had a mouthful of cum when her mother rounded the corner. Having no other alternative she swallowed. She hoped her mother wouldn't notice the little dribble from the corner of her mouth.
"Oh, there you are. I hope you two have had a nice study session. Can I get you anything to drink or eat?"
Mrs. Anderson had been careful not to burst in on them and had given them a few seconds to untangle in case they had been necking. Cheryl's flustered look said it all. Her mother smiled lovingly at them. She was glad that Cheryl was finally showing an interest in boys. She disappeared into the kitchen to give them more time alone.
"I guess we had better do some real studying. Was... was it okay? I've never done that before, but I guess you could probably tell."
"It was incredible. I just hope you're not mad that I didn't pull out first... you know, that I shot my stuff into your mouth."
"No. It was nice. I had to swallow when my mom showed up, but I'm glad. I didn't mind it. You probably think I'm some kind of slut now."
To show how he felt Ron kissed her again. Cheryl knew this was dangerous with her mother home. She melted into his arms while his tongue explored her mouth. Her body was still on fire. His hand went to her breast and squeezed. She wanted his fingers inside her and guided his hand between her spread legs. She moved her lips to his ear.
"Use your fingers, Ron. That's it... rub my pussy... faster... oh god yes... yes. Oh Ron... fuck me with your fingers... right there... yes... oh god... I'm going to cum... just a little more... oh... oh... mmmpppphhhh... ooooohhhhhhhhhh..."
Once again her pussy exploded and gushed all over his hand. She arched her back and squirmed against his fingers which pumped in and out of her body. Her fingers clutched at his arm until the orgasm finally receded. She collapsed back onto the couch. She looked up at him with her eyes full of awe shaking her head in disbelief.
"I better go, Cheryl, before we really get into trouble. I'll see you at school."
Losing It
Cheryl tried not to show her excitement when she saw Ron in school the next day, but she knew he could see right through her. She was just saying hello when he grabbed her arm and pulled her around the corner between classes.
"Hey Cheryl. I'm really glad I ran into you. Listen, there's something I have to tell you. Can you meet me at my car after football practice? I'll drive you home."
Cheryl agreed to meet him hoping that they might do more than just talk. It was almost dark when he showed up at the car which was parked in the corner away from all the activity. He suggested they sit in the back seat to be more comfortable. Then he dropped the bomb.
"Look, Cheryl, you are not going to like what I have to tell you but I don't want you to take it wrong because I really like you. I promised Denise I'd take her to the party on Friday. That was before I went out with you. Anyway, I can't get out of it. I hope you're not too mad at me."
Cheryl was not sure what she felt. Part of her was ecstatic just to be in his presence, but images of what he and Denise might do Friday night flashed through her mind. Would he fuck her? Would she suck his cock? She shook her head to clear it of these images. What right did she have to question him? If he was telling her this then he must care.
"It's okay. You don't need my permission. I mean we only went out once."
"Yeah, but it was special. You are special. We can go out on Saturday."
Cheryl nodded her head, but her head was still spinning with images of Denise and Ron doing all kinds of nasty things. Ron put his arm around her and pulled her closer. Cheryl turned her head. Their lips met. His hand squeezed her breast. She touched his cock and took it out of his pants. After stroking it to hardness she lowered her head and sucked it into her mouth.
Cheryl wondered if she was doing this as good as Denise and became determined to do it even better. She attacked his cock with her lips and tongue until her jaw was tired. She knew she was making a mess with all the spit drooling freely from her lips. Her pussy was dripping from the excitement so she slipped a hand into her panties and fingered herself.
Ron asked her to pull down her jeans and kneel on the seat so he could finger her while she sucked his cock. Cheryl had an orgasm but Ron still hadn't cum. By now her jaw felt numb. She had made a huge mess all over his cock.
"Um, look Cheryl, this isn't working for some reason. It's not you but sometimes it just takes more before I can, um... you know... shoot. Do you think I could rub it across your, um... your panties. I won't put it in, just rub."
Cheryl shrugged her shoulders. It sounded weird but her jaw needed relief. She pushed her jeans down to her feet and sat in Ron's lap with her back to him. She could feel his hard cock poking against her pussy through her panties and shuddered at the thought of it touching her like that.
Cheryl was not entirely sure what he expected. They both moved against each other. She felt his swollen knob sliding across her gash and over her clit through her panties. She pushed hard against him to increase the pressure. By now her panties were drenched. They continued to hump and grind with increasing intensity. It was like they were fucking only he wasn't in her.
Ron put his arms around her and crushed her tits with his powerful hands. She leaned back into him and arched her back. The head of his cock pressed against her clit. Cheryl ground hard against him. She could feel her panties being pushed into her pussy but she didn't care. An explosion was building in her belly and she was helpless to stop it.
Suddenly the crotch of her panties slipped to the side. Ron's hard cock plunged into her pussy. Without thinking she pushed down and felt him go even deeper. The explosion hit her like a typhoon. She screamed. Her body shook and thrashed back and forth. Cheryl was vaguely aware of his cock thrusting in and out of her. A second and a third explosion ripped through her body.
The next few moments were a blur. Cheryl realized that her pussy was now empty even though her body was still shaking. She fell back on the seat. Ron climbed over her and pointed his cock at her face. A jet of hot cum splashed against her cheek. Another hit her forehead. His cock pushed between her lips and shot more cum into her mouth. When he was finished she swallowed.
"Look, Cheryl, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen like that... you know, being in you for the first time. I hope you don't hate me."
Cheryl shrugged her shoulders.
"It's okay. I mean I didn't exactly stop you. Besides, it had to happen sooner or later, and I'm glad it was you. I was wondering though, why did you pull out. I wouldn't mind if you shot your stuff inside me."
"I was afraid of getting you pregnant. I'm sorry I got it all over your face like that but I couldn't hold back before I reached your mouth."
"That's okay. Anyway, mom made me start birth control last year. She said it was for regularity but I really think she thought something like this might happen."
Cheryl cleaned her face and they readjusted their clothes. Ron drove her home. When she walked in the house mom greeted her. Cheryl wondered if she could tell that she was no longer a virgin. Her friend Becky told her that girls walk differently afterwards. Anyway, all Cheryl could feel was this terrible emptiness in her pussy. She went to her room and masturbated.
Cheryl thought a lot about what it meant to no longer be a virgin. She remembered vividly what it felt like when Ron's cock was in her pussy. Last night she put a finger from a rubber glove over a carrot and fucked herself in bed trying to imagine it was Ron's cock. It was good but not the same. She realized how badly she wanted to do it again with Ron but she was afraid to say anything.
Cheryl hadn't told Becky yet. She was afraid that Becky would tell others and then everyone would look at her like she was a slut. Besides, Becky might not even believe her. She said that when a girl loses her virginity it hurts and there is a lot of blood but with Ron it didn't hurt at all and there was no blood.
On Wednesday when Cheryl ran into Ron he took her arm and pulled her into a quiet corner. She felt her body tingling just from his touch.
"Hi Cheryl. I'm glad I ran into you. Listen, about Friday... well I thought of a way we could be together. Ken doesn't have a date and I thought that maybe we could double date. I know it sounds crazy but it might be fun, and then we could spend Saturday together with just the two of us."
Cheryl knew it is a mistake but she shrugged her shoulders and said okay. She wanted to be with him and please him so badly that she would have done anything he asked her to do.
"I'm not sure that you and Ken know each other so why don't we meet at my car tonight after practice and I'll introduce you."
Once again she said okay. Cheryl knew Ken was a big star on the football team. She was surprised he didn't have a date. She was quite sure that Ken had no clue who she was even though they were in a class together.
Cheryl showed up at Ron's car after practice but no one was there. After about five minutes she saw him approaching all by himself.
"I don't know what happened, Cheryl. Ken agreed to meet but when I looked for him after practice he had disappeared and I can't reach him on his cell. Why don't we wait in the car and maybe he'll show."
Cheryl shrugged her shoulders and climbed into the back seat with Ron. Her body was tingling remembering what happened in this very place only two days ago. She hoped somehow it might happen again. She worried a little that Ken might show and catch them at it but she put it out of her mind.
"I guess I don't have to be home right away."
She felt his arm slip around her shoulder and pull her closer. She looked up. Their lips met and his tongue pushed into her mouth. His hand slipped under her top and fondled her naked breast. Her hand dropped to his lap and pulled out his already hard cock. Cheryl lowered her head and sucked it between her lips.
As much as she loved sucking his cock, what she really wanted to do was fuck him. Cheryl was wearing a skirt which would make it much easier. While she continued to suck him she pulled her panties down and worked one leg free. She used two fingers to open her already wet pussy. Then she pulled her mouth off his cock and swung a leg over his lap. She grabbed his cock and put it to her opening. Words she never used came out of her mouth.
"Fuck me, Ron."
Cheryl felt his hard meat fill her as she lowered herself onto his shaft. He pushed up into her until she was completely stuffed with cock. She held him deep inside her and ground her pussy against him. She could feel her clit rubbing his pelvic bone and pubic hair. Cheryl was quickly losing control. His hands grabbed her ass cheeks and helped her rub against him while his cock rotated around inside her pussy.
Her gasps became more desperate. Her breathing was erratic. Every nerve ending in her body was tingling with pleasure. Cheryl stiffened. Moments later an explosion ripped through her pussy causing her to squeal and shake. His cock slammed in and out of her cunt. Another explosion racked her body and then another. She was out of breath and out of control but she didn't want it to stop.
Ron finally pulled out and let her catch her breath. He asked her to get on the seat on her knees facing away from him. He slipped in behind her. She felt his cock slide between her ass cheeks and push against her pussy until it split open. Cheryl gasped from the feeling of his hard meat filling her.
It was very tight in the car. Ron moved his cock in and out of her pussy in long steady strokes. Each time he pushed into her Cheryl's face pressed against the window. She felt the pressure building in her tummy and knew it wouldn't be long before another explosion ripped through her body.
Someone was coming towards the car but she was too far gone to say or do anything. Ron fucked her faster and harder driving his cock deeper and deeper on each thrust. Her gasps and squeals became louder. The person approaching was getting closer. Cheryl bit her lower lip fighting for control but she knew it was helpless. The person approaching was only ten feet away and closing quickly. She realized it was Ken.
Suddenly Ron thrust into her hard and deep. He grunted. Cheryl could feel the warmth from his cum spewing into her pussy. With her face pressed to the window she stiffened and screamed. Her body jerked and twisted against Ron's spewing cock. He slammed into her again and again until he was drained. Ken was staring at her face pressed against the window. Her eyes locked with his as her body shuddered one last time.
Ron pulled out of Cheryl. She felt a mixture of their juices gush out of her cunt and stream down her thighs. She sat back in the seat and pulled down her skirt. Ron stuffed his cock back into his pants next to her. They heard a rap on the window.
"Hey, what's going on? Are you in there Ron? You told me to meet you here and you'd introduce me to Cheryl."
Ron rolled down the window. Cheryl averted her eyes and looked down wondering if he knew what they were doing and if so how could she possibly go out with him? Why else would her face be pressed against the window like that? She tried to think of an excuse but decided to remain silent.
"Hi Ken. We were keeping out of the cold and hoping you'd show. Anyway, this is Cheryl. Cheryl, this is Ken, your date for Friday night."
"Don't I know you from History class? You're the smart one. Anyway, I'm really looking forward to our date on Friday. Ron told me about the situation with Denise. I'm always happy to do a teammate a favor."
They got out of the car and shook hands. Ron and Ken were chatting away while Cheryl stood there in silence. She saw Ken glance over at her with a grin on his face that made her believe he knew what they were doing. Cheryl turned red and looked away. She could still feel cum still seeping from her pussy and running down her legs.
After Ken left they got back in the car. They picked up where they left off and soon Ron was fucking her again only this time from the top. His cock slammed into her again and again while he squeezed her naked tits. Her screams and squeals were out of control as orgasm after orgasm consumed her. When Cheryl couldn't take anymore he asked her to finish him with a blowjob.
Cum was pumping into her mouth when they heard another rap on the window. Cheryl quickly sat up and pulled her blouse closed. Ron stuffed his cock into his pants and opened the window while she was swallowing.
"You forgot to tell me what time on Friday. Hey, you guys all right. Cheryl, you look a little flustered. You're not going to be sick are you?"
She looked up at him, trying to manage a smile, and shook her head no. They set a time and Ken left. Cheryl looked into the mirror to freshen up before returning home and realized that not only was her eye shadow running and her hair all mussed, but there was a gob of cum is on her cheek that Ken couldn't have missed. Now she was really dreading her date on Friday.
The Party
Ron and Ken showed up at Cheryl's place at eight. Then they picked up Denise. Cheryl had never liked Denise and thought she was a snob. She liked her even less now that Denise was going out with Ron. When Denise climbed into the car she barely said hello to Cheryl.
Ken and Cheryl were in the back seat. Cheryl couldn't help but think that she was sitting where Ron fucked her once on Monday, twice on Wednesday and again yesterday. She couldn't help wondering how many other girls he might have fucked on this same back seat, and whether or not Denise was one of them.
They pulled into the parking lot of the pizza place a few minutes later. They slid into a booth and ordered. Denise dropped her hand down below the table. Cheryl couldn't tell if it was only his thigh or something else she was rubbing. Cheryl caught Ron's eye but all he could manage was a weak smile.
When they finished eating Denise excused herself to go to the ladies room and asked Cheryl to join her. After she finished touching up her make-up Denise turned to Cheryl with a smug look on her face.
"I really don't know why Ken agreed to go out with a nobody like you, but let me give you a little advice. If Ken says you're okay then you might have a chance of becoming friends with me and the other girls. I suggest that you do whatever it takes to make him like you. This is your big chance to become someone, Cheryl. Don't blow it."
Cheryl was stunned by the speech. She hated Denise even more and wondered why Ron would ever ask out such a bitch in the first place. She decided to give Denise a little advice of her own.
"Look, I didn't even want to go out with Ken but I did it as a favor to Ron. In fact he would much rather be with me tonight than with you but he was too much of a gentleman to break his date. Ron and I don't care about you and your friends. In fact, if you like Ken so much you can have him. We'll just switch places."
"It doesn't work like that sweetie. Ken can have me and any other girl he wants whenever he wants and he knows it. I'm only going out with Ron as a favor to Ken. I have specific instructions to show Ron a good time, and believe me, I'm going to show him a very good time."
Cheryl was fuming. Could this be true? She wanted to crawl into a corner and hide but there was no way to escape. She did the only thing she could think to do and stormed out of the bathroom. They all climbed back into the car and headed to the party. Denise put on a show in the front seat by kissing Ron on the neck and tonguing his ear while glancing back at Cheryl with a smug look.
The party was at Nick's house. Nick, another football player, was with Brianna, a Barbie Doll look-alike who all the guys drooled over. She had always been nice to Cheryl and gave her a warm smile. Cheryl looked around and realized that it was mostly athletes, prom queens, cheerleaders and other popular girls. Denise was right. She was out of place.
Ken handed her something to drink. Cheryl tasted it and knew it contained alcohol, but it was sweet enough that it didn't taste bad. Cheryl had never had a drink in her life. She nervously drained the first glass so Ken brought her another. He introduced her to a few of the guys but mostly ignored her while they talked about football and things Cheryl didn't understand.
After the third drink Cheryl was dizzy and realized that she was getting drunk. It was a strange feeling, almost liberating. She stumbled into a room where couples were slow dancing although it was hard to call it dancing. Mainly they were kissing and groping while moving their feet. Some were standing against the wall and kissing, not even pretending to be dancing.
She saw Ron dancing with Denise in the corner. She had her arms wrapped around his neck and was tonguing his ear. Ron had his hands on her ass. She was grinding her body against his in a highly sexual manner. Denise caught Cheryl's eye and put on even more of a show.
Cheryl was fuming and wondered why Ron was letting her do this to him. She went back to look for Ken. He handed her another drink which she sipped nervously. Her eyes were having a hard time focusing. She grabbed his arm for support. Cheryl was drunk and told Ken that she needed to sit down.
Ken took her arm and guided Cheryl to the back of the house. They opened a door to a small dimly lit room with two couches and a desk. Nick and Brianna were on one of the couches desperately groping and kissing. They didn't even look up when Ken and Cheryl entered. Ken closed the door.
Ken led Cheryl to a couch where they sat. She felt Ken's arm move around her and pull her closer. Cheryl sat there frozen not sure what to do and unable to think straight. Ken leaned over and kissed her neck and then her ear. She looked around nervously and could see Nick feeling Brianna's tits through her top while she rubbed his bulge.
Cheryl wanted to run and hide but there was nowhere to go. Her head was spinning from the alcohol. Ken's hand dropped to her thigh and slid up her leg. She turned to say something but Ken's lips were on hers before she could speak. He pushed his tongue into her mouth. His hand moved between her legs. His fingers pressed into her pussy through her jeans.
Everything was moving too fast for her dizzy head to think clearly. For a moment Cheryl forgot who she was with and pushed back against the fingers rubbing her pussy. She felt her body being pushed down on the couch until her head was leaning against the arm rest. His hand went under her top and bra. Ken squeezed the naked flesh of her breasts and pinched her nipples.
Cheryl opened her eyes. She felt her nipple being sucked and moaned. It took her a moment to remember that she was with Ken and not Ron, but Cheryl felt helpless to do anything. It was all so surreal like a dream only the sensations shooting through her body had to be real.
Cheryl looked over at the other couch. Brianna was bobbing her head up and down on Nick's cock which was poking out of his pants. His hand was between her legs fingering her pussy under the short skirt she was wearing. Her top was pushed up over her big tits which dangled from her chest.
Cheryl could feel Ken unfastening her jeans. He slipped his hand down the front and into her panties. His fingers moved through the soft curls until they reached the folds of her sex. She mumbled a weak "no" that sounded more like a slur, but did nothing to stop him. His finger opened her petals and pushed into her pussy. Then he pushed a second finger up her cunt.
Cheryl closed her eyes wishing it would all go away but all it did was make her head spin even more. The fingers pumping in and out of her pussy felt really good. She tried to pretend it was Ron doing this to her but all that did was make her think about what Ron was doing with that slut Denise. Well, Cheryl thought to herself, she could be a slut just like Denise if that's what Ron really wanted.
Cheryl reached down until she felt the hard bulge of Ken's cock and rubbed her hand along its impressive length. Ken unbuckled his pants. Cheryl wrapped her fingers around the warm flesh of his shaft. She couldn't believe the size of it. He was much longer and thicker than Ron. Was Ron that small or was he that big? She had nothing to compare it with. Ron's cock seemed plenty big to her.
Cheryl wondered what was going to happen next. If she gave him a blowjob she wouldn't really be cheating on Ron. That way Ken would be satisfied and at the same time she would be making Ron pay for what he was doing with Denise. She slid down on the couch to take him into her mouth. Ken moved up her body until she could feel the swollen knob brush against her lips.
Cheryl swirled her tongue around it. It was huge. She had to open her mouth wide to get it between her lips. The warm flesh of his hard shaft slid into her mouth. She traced the ridges and veins of his massive cock and realized how different it was from Ron's. Ken moved his hips and slowly fucked her mouth. When he pushed against the back of her throat she realized that more than half of his cock was still exposed.
While Ron was fucking her mouth Cheryl felt a pair of hands pulling on her jeans. They slipped down her legs along with her panties. She tried to move to see what was happening but Ken had a tight grip on her head. With her jeans removed her legs were spread apart. A mouth covered her pussy only it was a different feeling from when Ron licked her. The lips were soft and gentle.
Cheryl tried to fight feeling pleasure but it was impossible. The tingling in her pussy was intense. Even the feel of Ken's big cock moving in and out of her mouth was exciting her. She pushed her pussy against the mouth licking her and moaned around Ken's cock. Two fingers pushed into her pussy and dug against her sensitive spot.
It was all too much for Cheryl. Her body stiffened. An explosion gushed out through her pussy causing her to buck and jerk in uncontrollable spasms. She tried to scream but Ken held her head and was thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth hard and fast. Spit was drooling down her cheeks. The pleasure was almost too much. Cheryl felt like she was going to explode if it didn't stop.
Ken's cock swelled between her lips. Hot cum erupted from the tip and splashed off the roof of her mouth. More and more spewed from his cock until it was drooling from her lips and running down her chin. She was struggling to get some air when he finally pulled out. Several smaller spurts splashed against her face.
Cheryl finally opened her eyes and looked down. She was surprised to see Brianna licking her pussy. When Ken moved away Brianna slid up Cheryl's body. Their lips met. Cheryl had never kissed another girl but she just let it happen anyway. Their tongues mingled in a pool of Ken's cum. Brianna slid a hand between Cheryl's legs and fingered her pussy while they were kissing.
Nick moved behind Brianna, slipped his cock between her ass cheeks and dipped it into her pussy. Her head jerked forward when he thrust it into her body. Brianna looked at Cheryl with lust in her eyes. Her head continued to jerk forward each time he thrust his cock into her pussy.
"Oh god his cock feels so good. Rub my clit, Cheryl. Make me cum."
As though it had a mind of its own, Cheryl's hand moved between Brianna's legs. Her fingertips touched the swollen shaft moving in and out of Brianna's pussy. It felt slimy and hard. She found Brianna's clit and flicked her finger across it. Their eyes locked. Brianna was still fingering Cheryl and rubbing her thumb over Cheryl's clit.
"Oh god... oh fuck... I'm gonna cum... oh god..."
Their lips met. Cheryl closed her eyes and concentrated on the fingers in her pussy. She was getting closer and closer. Rather than thinking of Ron, Cheryl tried to imagine what it would feel like to have Ken's big cock sliding up into her pussy. She arched her back and pushed hard against Brianna's thrusting fingers. Her own fingers were working furiously on Brianna's clit.
Brianna broke the kiss and screamed. Pussy juice dribbled from her cunt onto Cheryl's hand. Moments later Cheryl stiffened. She thrashed back and forth against the fingers in her pussy. Both girls were so caught up in their orgasms that they didn't hear Nick grunt and fill Brianna's pussy so full of cum that it was leaking out onto Cheryl's hand and fingers.
Brianna and Cheryl kissed like two lovers. When Nick pulled out Brianna swung her body around and straddled Cheryl's head. Her mouth moved between Cheryl's legs. Her cum-drenched pussy was perched just above Cheryl's face. A sudden gush of cum drooled onto Cheryl's nose and lips.
Cheryl stared at the pussy in front of her face. She wanted to return the favor but kept telling herself that she wasn't a lesbian. Brianna lowered her pussy until it was pressing against Cheryl's lips. Despite her misgivings, Cheryl opened her mouth and pushed her tongue inside. More cum drooled into her mouth.
Cheryl was slurping and licking Brianna when a cock slid across her lips and pressed against Brianna's pussy. Cheryl immediately recognized it as Ken's cock. She watched in amazement as it split open Brianna's cunt lips and slid into her opening. The huge knob disappeared into the hot passage it had been seeking. More and more of Ken's hard meat pushed into Brianna's body.
Brianna tilted her ass in the air so he would have a better angle. Ken pulled out and pushed back in. He did this again and again and again going faster and faster. Brianna lifted her mouth from Cheryl's pussy and squealed with pleasure on each thrust. Cunt cream quickly coated his cock. Cheryl was amazed that Brianna was able to take most of his length inside her pussy.
Cheryl stared at Brianna's hard little clit and felt compelled to touch it. When her fingertip brushed over the little button Brianna came hard. She squealed and jerked against Ken's thrusting cock. Juices dripped onto Cheryl's face. Brianna's orgasm went on and on until Ken slowed the pace.
While she was watching Brianna cum, Cheryl felt her legs pushed back. The hard knob of someone's cock poked at her pussy. She gasped when it split her open and pushed inside her body. It was huge and stretched her cunt as it plowed deeper. Cheryl was going to protest the uninvited invasion of her pussy, but just then Ken pulled his dripping cock from Brianna's cunt and shoved it in her mouth.
Cheryl knew that everything was out of control. Not only was she now servicing two cocks but she was also having sex with girl and enjoying it. Was she becoming a slut? What would Ron think? Cheryl couldn't think straight. Her head was spinning from all the alcohol and her pussy was tingling like crazy. She could feel an explosion building in her belly and was helpless to stop it.
Ken pulled his cock from Cheryl's mouth and slammed it back into Brianna's pussy. Seconds later Cheryl arched her back and screamed. Her fingers clutched the couch trying to keep her from falling into oblivion as a powerful orgasm surged through her body. The cock fucking her continued to pound her hard and fast giving her no relief.
Just when she thought she was going to regain control Cheryl felt Brianna's tongue flick over her clit. This sent her into another series of convulsions. Cheryl's head was spinning from too much pleasure. She felt like she was going to black out unless he stopped. She was whimpering when he finally pulled out and fed his cock to Brianna's hungry lips.
Ken shoved his dripping cock between Cheryl's lips and fucked her mouth until spit was drooling down her cheeks. He shoved it back into Brianna's cunt and Cheryl watched it slowly disappear into her body. Brianna guided the cock she had been sucking back to Cheryl's pussy. Cheryl moaned when it sunk deep into her hot cunt.
Brianna had another orgasm. More cunt juice dripped onto Cheryl's face. Her eyes were locked on Ken's big cock repeatedly slamming into Brianna. Cheryl saw it swell while Brianna was still in the throes of orgasm. The veins on his shaft expanded. She watched his hard meat pulse several times until cum leaked out from Brianna's pussy and dripped onto her face.
Just as Ken was finishing, the cock in Cheryl's pussy exploded and filled her full of cum. Cheryl arched her back and screamed. She was still gasping for air when Ken pulled out causing a flood of cum and cunt juice to gush from Brianna all over Cheryl's face. The cock fucking Cheryl pulled out and was quickly replaced by Brianna's lips. Brianna lowered her pussy to Cheryl's face. They continued to lick and suck each other for several minutes.
Cheryl and Brianna finally sat up on the couch. Nick and Ken stood in front of them with their deflated cocks hanging between their legs. It suddenly dawned on Cheryl that Nick must have been the one fucking her while Ken fucked Brianna. Ken stepped forward and fed his cock to Brianna's eager mouth. When Nick stepped forward Cheryl gave in to the inevitable and took him between her lips.
Cheryl was amazed at how quickly Nick's cock grew inside her mouth. He wasn't as big as Ken but was certainly bigger than Ron. Nick grabbed her head and fucked her face hard and fast driving his cock against her throat on each thrust. Cheryl did her best to keep up with him. She gagged and tried to catch her breath. Tears streamed down her face and spit drooled from her lips.
After several minutes they switched. Cheryl did her best to service Ken's cock but it was so big that she could not take much into her mouth. He finally pulled out and turned her around on the couch so that she was kneeling and leaning over the back. Brianna assumed the same position next to her.
Cheryl felt Ken's monster slide between her cheeks and press against her swollen pussy. He rubbed it up and down her slit until the massive knob split open the folds and slotted in her opening. Cheryl wondered if she would be able to take something so big and feared what would happen next. She gasped when he pushed. His huge knob stretched her cunt open and slid into her body.
Ken pushed deeper and deeper stretching Cheryl's pussy and filling her like she had never been filled. Before he hit bottom Cheryl tensed and screamed. An orgasm exploded from her pussy. Ken pushed deeper sending more waves of pleasure through her body. He pulled out and slammed into her again and again sending Cheryl into orbit. Her gasps and screams filled the air.
Brianna turned Cheryl's face and kissed her on the lips. Their tongues mingled among moans of pleasure as both girls were hammered from behind. After several minutes the guys switched. Cheryl was now getting fucked by Nick. Brianna slid a hand between Cheryl's legs and rubbed her clit. Seconds later Cheryl exploded with another orgasm.
They changed positions again only this time Nick and Ken sat on the couch. Cheryl straddled Ken's lap and slowly lowered her pussy down his massive shaft. She rode him to another gushing orgasm while he sucked her tits. He stood with his hands on her ass and his cock still buried in her pussy. Cheryl rode him hard as he staggered over to the other couch. She was out of control.
Ken lowered her over the arm rest and onto her back coming down on top of her. She dug her heels into his ass cheek. His thrust his cock straight down into her pussy driving deeper and deeper into her belly. Cheryl's head was spinning with one orgasm after the next. She thought she was going to pass out when she heard Ken grunt and pump her pussy full of cum. Then everything went black.
Cheryl opened her eyes. She was still on the couch only now she was fully dressed and no one was there. She wondered if she had passed out from the alcohol and dreamed it all, but the tingling deep in her pussy made her realize it had indeed been real. Cheryl left the room and found Ken who gave her a big hug. She asked about Ron. Ken pointed to an upstairs bedroom.
Cheryl cracked open the door. Denise was on her knees with her hands grasping the headboard of the bed. Ron was behind her slamming his cock into her pussy between her cheeks. Denise was screaming obscenities telling him to fuck her harder and drive it deeper. Denise saw Cheryl. They locked eyes. Cheryl could see the smug look on Denise's face. She closed the door.
When it was time to go Ron grabbed her elbow and took her into a quiet corner.
"Look, I really appreciate what you did. Ken said the date went great and that he was not at all disappointed, but I know it must have been hard on you. Don't worry. I'll make it up to you. Let's just go home and put tonight behind us."
Cheryl looked at him and realized that Ron did not have a clue about what happened. He was too busy fucking Denise. Cheryl decided it was time put on a little show just for his benefit. They piled back into the car with Ken and Cheryl in the back seat. Her house was only ten minutes away but that was all the time she was going to need.
As soon as they pulled away from the house Cheryl dropped her hand to Ken's lap and rubbed his cock. When it was hard she unzipped him and pulled him out. She marveled at his size. She lowered her head and sucked him into her mouth. She made sure her sucking and slurping sounds were loud enough to be heard.
"Hey, what's going on back there? I hope you are not doing something illegal," Ron said nervously in a joking manner.
Cheryl lifted her head. Spit was drooling from her lips. Her eyes locked with Denise's who looked shocked.
"We're fine," Cheryl replied, "I'm just thanking Ken for showing me a good time."
Her mouth enveloped his cock again sucking it deep until it was pressing against her throat. She gagged when she tried to take more of it into her mouth. He was just too big. While she was sucking him Cheryl unfastened her jeans.
"If you must know she's sucking his cock," said Denise.
Ron put on the brakes and pulled the car over to the side of the road. He looked into the back seat and saw Cheryl's head bobbing up and down in Ken's lap. She sat up and looked right at Ron while pushing her jeans and panties down.
"Actually I was only doing that to get him ready to fuck me. I hope you don't mind. I mean he is my date and he has such a big cock that I couldn't resist. And Denise is your date so it was perfectly understandable why you were fucking her in the upstairs bedroom."
Cheryl slid into Ken's lap with her jeans pushed down below her knees. Her eyes remained locked on Ron's. She felt his swollen knob push against her opening. Cheryl sat back and felt him split her open. She gasped when she felt his cock sink deeper and deeper into her pussy.
Ron could not tear his eyes away from Cheryl. Watching her getting fucked was turning him on more than he would have imagined. Cheryl was about to cum. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. The explosion made her scream. She grabbed Ron's head and mashed her lips to his.
Ron was as turned on as he had ever been. Watching Cheryl cum and the sudden kiss was like a rush. His cock was about to rip open the front of his pants. He fumbled with the zipped and pulled it out. Denise was staring intently at the scene in front of her not aware that Ron's cock was exposed.
They broke the kiss. Cheryl looked at Denise who still seemed to be in shock. Cheryl grabbed her head and kissed her hard shoving her tongue into Denise's mouth. Denise struggled and finally pulled away wiping her lips with her hand.
"What's the matter, Denise? I thought you said we were going to be friends after tonight. I guess you just don't like girls. That's okay. I'm sure Ron would like to have his cock sucked while he watches me getting fucked. But don't worry. ?ll do it if you don't want to."
Fuming, Denise opened the door and got out of the car. She opened her mobile and made a call. Unable to take it anymore, Ron climbed into the back seat. They had to shift positions a little until Cheryl was on her side with Ken behind her slamming his cock up between her cheeks and into her pussy. Cheryl leaned over and sucked Ron into her mouth. In less than a minute he grunted. Cheryl swallowed it all.
Cheryl had two more orgasms before she pulled away from Ken and sucked him between her lips. Ron was hard again so Cheryl positioned herself in a way that he could fuck her. They were going at it hard. The windows were completely steamed. Cheryl was vaguely aware of a light shining through the window just when Ken began filling her mouth with cum.
"Open up. Police."
Cheryl swallowed and quickly pulled up her jeans. Ken and Ron scrambled to put their cocks away. The back door opened. Two uniformed police were standing outside. Both were big men, but the black cop had to be at least 6"5" and must have weighed 250 pounds.
"Out of the car one at a time."
They were made to put their hands on the roof while a quick search of their bodies and the car was completed. When they were finished searching, the policeman in charge spoke.
"This is a quiet and respectable neighborhood. Some lady called to complain about a strange car with steamy windows. I can't prove what you were doing but the car smells like sex and you young lady smell like booze. I need to see IDs."
Ron and Ken produced theirs but Cheryl had left everything at home.
"In that case, Miss, you'll have to come with us. You two can go, but if we ever catch you again there will be hell to pay."
Just then Denise walked up the sidewalk with a smug look on her face. Her eyes locked on Cheryl's and smiled.
"Hi Ron. Hi Ken. What's happening? Is there a problem officer?"
"You know these folks?"
"I know these two. We go to school together. I've seen her around but she's not the type I would hang with if you know what I mean. It's her reputation. She's a slut. You guys should be ashamed."
"Well I suggest you all get moving before I change my mind. And you, young lady, get in the back seat."
Terrified, Cheryl climbed into the back seat of the police cruiser. Denise climbed into the car with Ken and Ron smiling smugly. Her call to the police had achieved its purpose even better than she imagined it would.
Busted
Cheryl couldn't show up at home with the police. She would be busted for the rest of her life. While her mom might understand, her father did not have a sense of humor at all. As the minister at a local church he expected her to be a model citizen. When they asked for her address she hesitated.
"Look Miss, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. If you want to spend the night in jail while we figure out who you are that's okay with us."
Cheryl was already pushing her curfew and needed to get home soon. She came up with an idea. The house on the block next to hers was empty because the family was on vacation. She gave them their address. When they pulled into the driveway Cheryl promised to be good and hopped out of the car.
"Not so fast young lady. We'll come with you."
"Um... no one's home. My parents are at a party. I can get in the back way. You don't have to wait."
"Show us," said the big black officer.
Cheryl went to the back. To her surprise there was a key under the mat. She opened the door and went inside. She turned on the kitchen lights.
"See. Thanks for getting me home. I promise I won't cause any more problems."
"I still want to see your ID. "
Cheryl hesitated. The white officer grabbed her arm.
"You're lying to us. You don't live here, do you? Now I don't want any more of your bullshit. What's your name?"
Cheryl was terrified. She began to cry.
"Please... I'll do anything. My father will kill me if he finds out what I've been doing tonight."
"Oh yeah," said the white police officer, "And just what have been doing. All we saw were steamy windows. Do you want to tell us?"
"No... I mean I wasn't doing anything. I was just at a party with some friends. Maybe I had too much to drink, but that's all."
The white cop looked at his partner.
"She's lying again. Let's take her down to the station."
"No," Cheryl protested, "Please... I'll tell if you promise to let me go."
They looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. The white cop spoke.
"Start talking and we'll think about. And if you're lying we're taking you straight to the station. Got it?"
Cheryl wiped the tears from her eyes and nodded her head.
"Well, you see, it all started when my boyfriend Ron - well he's not really my boyfriend but I like him a lot - asked me to go out with his friend Ken because he had a date with Denise. Nothing was supposed to happen but I had too much to drink. When I saw Denise climbing all over Ron I got mad and decided to get even by fooling around with Ken only things got way out of hand and pretty soon I was doing things not just with Ken but with Nick and Brianna. Then I saw Ron and Denise doing - um, you know - having sex in the upstairs bedroom so I got even more upset and decided to teach him a lesson on the ride home. Ken and I were fooling around in the back seat when Ron pulled the car over to watch only Denise got mad and left so Ron climbed into the back seat and joined us. I guess that's what made the windows all steamy. Then you showed up."
The cops sat there in silence for a few moments. The white one finally spoke.
"So let me get this straight. First you fucked Ken, then this guy Nick and then your boyfriend Ron. You were doing Ken and Ron at the same time when we showed up."
Cheryl nodded her head.
"Have you fucked a lot of guys? Is that what you like to do?"
"No," Cheryl protested, "I was a virgin until last week. Ron was the first."
They looked at each other in disbelief. Once again the white cop spoke.
"A virgin huh? And now you let just anyone fuck you, is that right?"
"No. It wasn't supposed to happen like that. Like I said, I was mad. I was just going to fool around a little with Ken, that's all."
"Are you saying he raped you? That's a serious charge."
"No. I was just going to... um... oh god, do you really need all the details
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Monday, September 6, 2010
A Slut is Born
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Alice, My Best Friend's Mother - Part Two
Alice, My Best Friend's Mother - Part Two [part 2 of 3]
By: The Tall Man (thetallman34@orange.fr)
ALICE, MY BEST FRIEND'S MOTHER - PART TWO By The Tall Man (tallman034@aol.com)I urge you to read "Alice, My Best Friend's Mother - Part One" before you start this new one. It's important to set the scene and the characters. Then come back here and taste the sequel, which I sincerely hope will give as much pleasure as the opening story seems to have done to some people. Thank you for all your kind critiques - only your comments will tell me whether I succeed in entertaining readers or not.
All characters in this story are over 18 years old. Enjoy!
Chapter One - Later that year.....
After that incident with Alice, with the mother of my best friend Terry, my sexual and emotional life changed dramatically and permanently. I felt that I was suddenly growing up fast. And I was totally and unconditionally and forever in love with Alice.
Before that day, Alice had been a beautiful fantasy, a mature mother, adored by her son's friend, but unattainable. A kind of dreamlike beauty floating before my eyes, totally out of reach except in my wildest imaginings. Now, suddenly she seemed within my grasp, though my youthful head and heart still didn't know how that might be achieved. But it didn't stop my heart and body wanting Alice, nor my head thinking about ultimate fulfilment with her; it was what seemed like the Holy Grail as I look back now, many years later.
I wanted to be with her, love her, possess her, marry her. Make her my own.
It didn't matter that she was a real grown up and I was only a school kid of eighteen, merely a young adult; it didn't matter that she was Terry's mother. I felt sure, in my immature way, that my pal would understand. He knew nothing, of course, nothing of what had happened between us, about the day when his beloved mother took me in hand and gave me the most powerful sexual experience of my young life. And for now I couldn't even begin to discuss it with him. But how I wanted to say something, to share my very mixed but sincere emotions with my best friend - like we shared almost everything else.
From her side, Alice behaved for a time as though nothing had occurred between us. Even if I had been able to find the courage, even if there happened to be a moment of privacy when I could speak to her, it would have been a major step for me, to bring the matter up. It was especially difficult, since Terry and I were almost always together. It seemed that I would never be alone with Alice again in the same way as had happened by chance that Saturday morning in Spring. My gut ached for her. Each time I spent my weekends and school breaks at Terry's house, I arrived with anticipation, trepidation, with trembling legs and thudding chest, not to mention my twitching penis. Just thinking about Alice, wherever I was, at home, at school, anywhere, made my heart beat faster, brought on rapid sexual excitement. My penis reacted spontaneously to the vaguest thought of her slim body, her long elegant legs, her grapefruit sized breasts, the pale cleavage I had just once, and once only gazed upon and smelled from very close. And that's what was happening every day now, from morning to night. Her soft hands, which had stroked my face and massaged my young penis to delightfully intense ejaculation, were constantly in my mind. I was lost in love, and didn't know what to do next. Except to celebrate my love for Alice by indulging in frequent masturbation.
At night, every night, I couldn't sleep until I had relived those few minutes of Alice's gentle ministrations to my turgid penis. I held my cock the way she did, turning my hand around so that the bulbous head rested in my palm, my fingers stretched along the length of it and rubbing ever so delicately, like she had. And then, eyes closed, whispering Alice's name, I would come quickly, spurting hard into my own hand, imagining it was Alice's woman's hand.
I went to sleep thinking about her. I woke up thinking about her. When I awoke, I was hard again - for Alice.
I lived for the weekends I would spend at Terry's house. I had my best friend, our sport and fun together, and I had Alice, focus of all my youthful affection and unbridled but secret desire.
From Alice's side, there was only one change in all this, but it was a very important change.
When we were at Terry's house, at table, and Alice was floating around us serving food and spoiling us as usual, she occasionally touched me. It was almost nothing, but it made my heart leap and my already hard cock jerk too. She had the habit of ruffling Terry's hair quite often, or squeezing his neck, causing him to duck his head and wriggle. One day, following some ribald remark or other she ruffled our hair, Terry's and mine at the same time. It was a giant leap forward for me, and my chest swelled up with hope and anticipation. I couldn't help smiling with inner pride. It was the first time I had felt her soft hand on me since that earth shattering day a few weeks before when her palm had received my seminal fluid and her fingers had squeezed the head of my youthful penis for the last time, milking the residual drops of liquid and pleasure from me. I waited impatiently for the next occasion she would touch me, and it became a ritual, each time we were at table; it was enough to just to say something amusing, make her laugh, and the teasing began. And occasionally, the touching.
Chapter Two - Summer......
Spring slipped away, and as we drifted into summer and towards the end of school term, I began to think about getting a job, once the exams were finished. Terry and I had both been doing pretty well at school, academically and in sport. Terry, the cleverer of us two was already planning to stay on and continue his studies at college or university, but I'd had enough; I wanted to get out of school, work, earn money, to be a grown-up, so I began to search for opportunities and careers.
During this period of balmy summer weather that was now beginning, Terry and I carried on spending our leisure time together, but on the sporting level, we both gradually and separately channelled our energies into specialist events - prompted by the looming school sports competition and the desire to prove that we were the best. We were strong, fit, fast; we could have done anything, any event, and done it well, but we were keen to impress everyone, especially the girls around us at school. So we elected to go for specialist training and intense practise, each in his own event. To show the world that we were winners, perhaps future champions, we worked hard at being the best.
Terry, one of the best runners in school over 440 yards or more, concentrated hard on his running and I went for high jump. I was good over sprints, but I knew that there were one or two who might have the edge on the big day, so I worked on weights at the local gym to improve my leg strength, and on jumping technique. In those days, western roll was the main style taught at school, but for a while I had been watching the technique of the veteran Russian, Valery Brumel and others, and managed to acquire a neat straddle which I knew would allow me to improve my heights. The newly developed and much discussed technique which eventually became known as the ?Fosbury Flop' was out of the question, since the school had no super-soft landing pads like those at international venues. We couldn't risk breaking our necks falling headfirst into a sandpit. But with my fast improving straddle, barring accidents, muscle injury or nervous technical errors, I knew I could win the senior high jump, even if there were others older than me in the frame for the title. I was going to pass the six foot barrier, and I would one day be the new British hope in high jumping, much needed after so many years without a true world champion. I believed it.
Exams were finished, I was feeling confident about forthcoming results, and as the end of school term approached and the school sports day rushed upon us, I felt really good about my training. And, following one or two successful interviews for jobs, I was more and more self-assured about my future.
I was also feeling more confident around girls of my age.
I had started seeing Susan, who was a student in the same year during this period. My head and my heart were full of Alice, but more and more, Susan began to figure in my adolescent thoughts. Slowly but surely, my focus on Alice was dragged away at odd times by Susan's existence. She was slim and willowy, with frizzy brown hair and I found her really pretty, with her deep brown eyes, her small nose and generous mouth, a great smile. We first started talking properly during a school outing, when we found ourselves sitting together on the coach for two and a half hours on the outward journey. During the ride our arms brushed, and I was reminded of those visits to the cinema with Terry and his mother, when the pressure of Alice's arm was enough to trigger off my throbbing erection in the darkened salle. Susan and I got on so well, that I for one was disappointed when the first part of the day came to an end and we were obliged to leave the coach for lunch, a castle tour followed by a nature ramble in separate groups.
Later, at the end of a long afternoon, weary from our walking, Susan and I quite naturally and spontaneously linked again up and settled down in the coach, side by side for the return journey. Seeing her gorgeous open smile as she flopped into her seat ahead of me, I had the feeling that she was as pleased to see me as I was to see her. I had noticed for the first time too, her tiny waist and pert bum under her school summer dress, as she mounted the steps to the coach.
Despite my ?experience' with Alice, I had a long way to go before finding real confidence and total ease with girls. But I soon felt pretty relaxed with Susan, and we were able to find lots of things to talk about - mostly about school, about studying, and about sport. Susan was in the school netball team, and I had noticed her before, on the school netball court during matches. She was not a bad player at all, despite being small, and her slim shapely legs impressed me, outdoors in sharp cold weather which made her flesh pink. The nice thing about watching the girls play netball was seeing real female legs and thighs, those parts which were usually well covered inside school, revealed as they jumped and ran and their sports skirts flew up in the draught. And watching all those multiple bouncing, pouting breasts on their nubile adolescent bodies, especially when it was cold, when we could actually make out their hard budding nipples underneath their sports blouses. There was always a good crowd of gawping young male spectators for the girls events, whatever the sport.
During the return ride from that school day out, I was enjoying the touch of Susan's arm against mine as we unconsciously sat closer, and I couldn't help feeling more than a little tumescent. As the journey progressed, the conversation between Susan and me gradually slowed down, tiredness and the rhythm of the coach finally took over to the extent that her eyes closed and she nodded off. Within minutes, her arm pressed harder against mine, and her head dropped gently down onto my shoulder. She was breathing deeply. I felt like I was on the first few hesitant steps to a new and very different heaven, and it felt great.
I thought of Alice, because recently, every time I had an erection, it was Alice that I thought of. Now, I had a very different kind of female alongside me. A lot younger, pretty too, but inexperienced, I guessed. There was no odour of woman's perfume this time, no caressing mother's hands, no cleavage to look at. Only the beginnings of breasts just visible under Susan's school dress, a vague scenty soap-smell, and the soft cheek of a pleasing schoolgirl pressing onto my shoulder. But it was enough to cause the blood to flow into the veins of my penis and awaken the kind of desire that Alice had done so very often, whether she had been around me or not
My natural instinct would have been to masturbate, had it been possible there. For the moment, I just enjoyed this novel feeling of being with a girl of my own age, and being sexually stimulated by her presence, the pressure of her head on my shoulder and the rhythm of her breathing. I closed my eyes, leaned back and enjoyed the moment and the throbbing in my penis all scrunched up in my Y-Fronts, before eventually finding it necessary to un-scrunch it slyly, and allow the blood to flow properly through the whole length of my now solid penis.
The coach arrived, finally at school. Susan woke up, and we all hurriedly gathered our things together to descend from the coach and go home. I loitered timidly outside, waiting for Susan to appear and managed to find the courage to ask her if she wanted to meet one day after school. To my delight, she smiled a huge smile and, with heart beating fast, I suggested a walk in the park the following Monday.
That weekend, I was staying at Terry's house. Alice's house.
As usual, I was pre-occupied by the presence of Terry's mother and her amazing beauty, as she did everything for us - meals and so on. And as usual, I had an erection almost permanently whilst she was in the room, even when she was not. At night, before going to sleep, notwithstanding Terry's presence in his own bed alongside me, I couldn't stop myself from masturbating deliciously under the sheets, images of Alice obsessing my imagination, fuelled by my strong souvenirs of that interlude, which seemed so long ago but so fresh in my memory. But at the same time, tiny thoughts of Susan began to creep into the fantasy.
That weekend, Alice announced with a big smile that she was going to re-decorate the spare bedroom. The room in question had been, it seemed, a total disgrace for a few years, full of unused stuff, old furniture, Terry's old toys from way back, a ?glory hole' as Alice called it. Now was the time to clear it out completely and make it into a proper guest bedroom, she declared.
And I was to be the first guest in the new guest bedroom.
I was bowled over by this sudden announcement. I was to have my own bedroom at Terry's - Alice's house! My mind simply boggled. My own private bedroom, my own washbasin, my own wardrobe. My own personal space. This meant first, that I could masturbate in complete privacy as often as I liked, without having to think about Terry being in the same room. I allowed my imagination to run a lot further than that. I began to have fantasies of sharing my new bedroom with Alice, long nights of passion with the object of my eternal desire, though I knew that was remote from reality, young and fanciful as I was.
Whatever might happen next, it was the most amazing news I could have imagined, and I welcomed it with the enthusiasm of any sex-driven youth. I readily agreed to give them a hand and make a start the following weekend on clearing out the room.
Chapter Three - Susan....
The following Monday, I met Susan for the first time after school. It was a shy, hesitant meeting at first, and we continued talking as we had done on the coach during the school excursion, learning bits about each other. But this time, after an hour of strolling in the park near where she lived, I hesitantly took her hand in mine. To my surprise and pleasure, she didn't pull her hand back; she squeezed my hand and smiled up at me. I knew it was going to be alright, and my penis was very hard in no time at all, holding her tiny, soft hand for the first time. I was so hard, and so quickly in fact, that my foreskin was pulled back against the cloth of my Y-Fronts, exposing my head of my uncovered prick to a sharp and uncomfortable friction.
I tried to walk normally, which wasn't easy. We walked and talked, and finally drifted towards a park bench where we sat, holding hands. Before sitting, I managed to turn away from Susan and re-arrange my now throbbing erection in my Y-Fronts, and ease the discomfort. I knew that the next move was up to me, but it took me a while to build up the courage. Step one: my arm slipped around Susan's back and onto her shoulder. I didn't need to pull her close; she fell against my arm and side and turned her face towards mine, chin raised up. Kissing was okay, I thought.
And kiss we did. For the very first time I tasted a serious kiss with a girl. I say ?tasted' because there was a strawberry taste to her soft lips, which I couldn't help noticing immediately. Strawberry flavoured lipstick. And toothpaste very faintly behind it. Our lips met. Hers were so soft, so pliant, and we pressed forward in our inexperienced way, moving our mouths in débutant circles, enjoying this new step forward into adulthood. The idea of pushing my tongue into her mouth did not occur to me, nor the idea of searching for her young breasts with my hands. Lack of knowledge again, about the art of kissing and the rest. But it was most enjoyable, this first time, and my cock was straining against the cloth of my Y-Fronts inside my summer trousers. I was afraid the bulge would be visible, but Susan's eyes were closed and her concentration was solely on the kiss, which neither of us seemed to want to break. It went on and on, and my throbbing went on and on.
Finally we separated for air, and Susan's head dropped back onto my shoulder; we were both breathing a little harder. It was a good feeling. I couldn't help wondering, even at this special moment, how it would be to kiss Alice. Then the thought went away, as I heard Susan say: "That was nice Tony". Then her head came back up, and we looked into each other's eyes for a while, both smiling.
I replied timidly: "Yes, that was nice Susan". My head dipped again, our mouths came together, and we kissed some more. As we did so, I increased the pressure of my lips against hers, moved my mouth in bigger circles, showing more passion than before. Susan responded accordingly, pressed back and even moaned slightly, which I took to be approval. This time the kiss was even better, and when we broke, we were both breathless. I wanted badly to ejaculate.
As the kissing progressed, remembering Alice's fingers on my cheek, I placed my hand on Susan's face and stroked it very lightly, which she seemed to like; her arm slipped across my belly and around my waist and she pulled me towards her a little, squeezed gently. I was afraid her arm would touch my nearly vertical penis and she would realise what state I was in. Then, pressing closer, I felt her young, firm breast against my rib cage. I thought immediately of grapefruit-sized woman's breasts, couldn't stop myself. I could tell her breast was smaller than Alice's. But it didn't matter, I was enjoying this beginners' uncomplicated necking session with my first teenage love.
Each time we kissed, the embrace went on longer, until we were forced to break again for air; and my penis seemed to get harder and harder. I thought I might come in my pants, such was the excitement generated by those kisses. I stopped thinking about Alice.
Finally, Susan announced that she had to go. She was already late, and her parents would worry, not knowing why she didn't get home from school at the normal time. I had no such problem, as I often spent my after-school time with Terry and got home much later. No-one asked questions at our house.
We finally let go of each other, got up and walked together hand in hand towards her house, a short distance from the park. At the end of the street where she lived, we kissed again and parted. We knew we would be meeting again. And soon.
I didn't tell Terry any of this. I don't know why; I guess I didn't want Alice to find out and think I was cheating on her.
I wanted to see Susan again, and couldn't wait to talk to her at school, though opportunities weren't so frequent. But we did manage to sneak away from school three days later, as far as the park again during the lunch break. This time, our kissing was less than timid, as both of us began to get used to the newly discovered pleasure and overcome our earlier inhibitions sufficiently to press our young bodies together, standing up with my back leaning against a large oak tree in a quiet corner of the park.
Our summer clothing enhanced the feeling of almost body against body. I knew my erection under my summer trousers was impossible to ignore, but Susan said nothing. I felt Susan's breasts pressing against my thin shirt covered chest through her bra and summer blouse. It was a delicious feeling, to hold my young sweetheart in my arms like this for the first time, and I was carried away by a sense of euphoria.
I began to think more and more now about discovering Susan's body.
Chapter Four - The Guest Room......
The following weekend, Terry and I helped Alice to empty the ?glory hole' of all the unused stuff, so that she could arrange for a decorator to come and make a new guest bedroom of it during the following week. It was warm that weekend, and despite our light clothing, we all sweated - that is to say: Terry and I sweated and Alice perspired - from the effort of carting stuff downstairs to the garden shed, which was to be the new home, or glory hole, for whatever they decided to keep. Some was destined to be thrown out definitively, and lightweight stuff we were able to jettison via the bedroom window down to the yard below. It took a few hours, broken up by lunch and lots of cold drinks, slavishly prepared by a smiling and indefatiguable Alice.
Watching Alice as she worked, wearing only a tee-shirt and shorts was a new delight for me. Her long slender thighs and calves were magnificent, and her neck and bare arms were so pale and smooth and soft; even covered in a light film of perspiration she was my dream woman. If anything, the perspiration somehow enhanced her sexuality. I wanted to caress her flesh everywhere, wanted to lick her skin from head to toe. I was able to see better than ever her woman's breasts outlined under the tee-shirt, and could just make out the shape of her nipples. These became more evident as time went on and the tee-shirt clung to her moist body. I struggled to contain my erection in my shorts, so that it wouldn't be obvious to the others. There was this constant throbbing of my penis, and I enjoyed the feeling, knowing that it was all for Alice.
I began to get more mentally excited too, realising that probably the next time I came to spend the weekend, the room would be all mine! I was already anticipating my first masturbation session in my new bedroom, dedicated of course to Alice - and maybe just a little to Susan. As this thought flickered through my head, I realised that Susan did distract me from my usual and predictable fantasies. I was thinking of Susan more than ever, and she was slowly becoming part of the focus of my desires. Shared desires at first, but nevertheless real. And she was surely more accessible to me than my best friend's mother, Alice, could ever be. Even though I suspected that Susan had no experience of sex yet.
Over the two days, we finally emptied the junk room, leaving just bare boards and dirty walls late Sunday afternoon. Afterwards, we took our baths in sequence. The bathroom was shared, and I was first to go; I was well and truly ready for my first masturbation session of the day, having suffered a powerful erection most of the day drooling secretly over Alice's shimmering, perspiring body.
Under instructions not to be long in the bathroom, I simply lay back in the warm water, soaped my cock and within a very short time was spurting seminal fluid onto my chest. The relief was wonderful, as I once again retreated into the reverie of Alice's hands caressing me. The seminal discharge was soon dissipated into the soap suds. As I dressed in clean shirt and shorts, I tried to imagine how Alice would look, leaning back into the bath, washing her body. I had to close off my mind to these imaginary pictures, or risk going downstairs with a visible tent under my shorts once again. My young cock seemed totally out of control.
Back home later on Sunday, I spent the evening watching television, and I found myself once again dreaming of Alice in the bath, before it was time for bed and my last ejaculation of the weekend in her imagined and compliant company.
Chapter Five - Susan and a faux pas...
I wished the next week away. But not without stealing another opportunity to meet Susan in the park in the balmy late afternoon, my back against the same tree, to hold her soft, slim young body pressed to mine, to feel my erection against her belly and her breasts against my chest. My arms were wrapped around her totally, pulling her against me, her hands were held lightly against my rib cages. It was so good, the pressure of her body, that I wanted to come there and then against her, in my underpants.
Things had to progress, I thought. Kissing Susan was great; feeling her soft young body against mine was bliss. But I wanted more.
This time, without reflecting too much about what I was doing, I dipped my knees slightly, almost instinctively, bringing my penis against Susan's lower belly. Then a little lower. There was no immediate reaction from Susan, so I dipped even lower, until my now rock hard cock was against her pubes. I pressed forward. She pulled back, tore her mouth from mine, making a slightly embarrassing smacking sound as our lips separated. Her head turned downwards and her forehead leaned lightly against my chest, but her lower body was now a foot away from mine.
We were both breathing heavily. Neither of us said anything for a moment, then, I thought I ought to say something: "Sorry, Susan, I got a bit carried away". I said quietly, regretting this adolescent haste generated by my aching cock.
"It's okay Tony" was her simple response, then, with a sigh: "Maybe it's a bit soon, that's all".
We stayed that way for several minutes, her head on my chest and our lower bodies separated by what seemed a vast space. Despite my goof, I still had this terrible hard on, and longed to press it back against Susan's body again. But I held back, waiting for her next move or her next words. Our breathing slowed. After a while her head turned back up to mine. She kissed me briefly on the lips, and suggested we return to school now.
That was it. In modern parlance: I had blown it. Susan was not ready for sex, not like me. She probably didn't know much about sex at all, I thought - not that I knew a whole lot more, but at least I knew what masturbation was. Maybe Susan didn't even know that. Anyway, I was convinced she wouldn't want to see me again, and all the way back to school I was kicking myself inwardly for my clumsiness. We didn't even hold hands any more. My erection finally went down.
Back at school, we went our separate ways without a word. I watched her walk towards the girls' cloakroom, but she didn't look back.
Now, all I could do was look forward to the weekend, when I would get to see Terry and his mother Alice again.
Chapter Six - My new room....
Finally, the weekend arrived, and after school on Friday I ran home like I was Jim Ryun setting a new world record 1500m record. I knew it was possible, he was only a year older than me. But at the same time, I wondered if it would be detrimental to my high jump training. Anyway, after gulping down a sandwich and a glass of milk and grabbing my overnight duffle bag, I was soon on the home straight, flat out on my way to Terry's house and my new room.
When I got there, Alice was out shopping, but Terry was already home, so he showed me the room. Well, it wasn't finished, but it was habitable; a new carpet had been laid. There was still some wallpapering still to do around the window looking down onto the small yard below, but there weren't any curtains, just nets.
Nonetheless I was just overwhelmed with joy, to see my new bed, my new wardrobe, my washbasin all ready to be used. I threw my duffle bag on the newly made bed, and detected a little sadness in Terry's voice as he explained that ?the man' was coming back next week to finish off the decorations. I guessed his sadness was probably because he had got used to having my company all the time in his own room. It was true we had had lots of fun and laughs together at bedtime. I thought: anyway, we would be together all the rest of the time as usual, except for sleeping, and maybe he would appreciate the privacy himself in future. After all, masturbation was best done in complete privacy, unless it could be with a girl. Or, in my case, with Alice. My reverie on that subject continued non-stop.
Later, Alice returned. Dressed in shorts and a loose cotton top, she looked sensational, and I was tumescent as soon as I heard the Morris Minor arrive on the driveway in front of the house. Terry and I ran to help her with the shopping, and straight away she asked me what I thought of the new bedroom. Of course, she could see that I was pleased, and I didn't hesitate to thank her for the trouble she had taken to get it ready for me. We all had a late tea together, before spending the evening watching television. Sitting alongside Terry on the sofa of the lounge, I was constantly hard, as usual, full of the urgency of going to my new bedroom and rubbing my aching penis, to make it spurt before sleep, a feeling enhanced by Alice's presence across from me in her armchair, her long, pale legs crossed before my very eyes. Occasionally she would look over at us and smile. Sometimes she would sigh, which pushed her breasts against her cotton top, and my cock would jerk in automatic reaction. I loved the feeling.
That night, it seemed that my last ejaculation before sleep was stronger than it had been for quite a while; my new bedroom created for me a new and a very special intimacy, as though I was sharing it with the spirit, if not the body, of Alice.
Saturday flew past so quickly. Alice decided we should all go to the cinema on Saturday evening, and it was then that something new happened, which gave me hope again that Alice would one day be mine.
It was during the film, in the dark, towards the end of the main feature, that Alice's hand somehow dropped onto my knee. I wasn't expecting it; it made me start. At first, I thought it was an accident. Her hand just very, very lightly dropped onto my knee, just like that. I was wearing shorts, as the others were too. My tumescent cock was hard as it could be in seconds, and I looked down at the back of Alice's pale hand. I sneaked a look across at her, then further over to Terry on her other side, barely visible in the darkened salle, and it was clear that her other hand was not on Terry's knee. Sometimes during horror films, Alice had been known to grab both our arms and squeeze, but this was not one of those films, it was just a western. I was dumbstruck for a moment, and my heart beat incredibly fast, as I enjoyed the light pressure of Alice's cool, still hand on the flesh of my leg and the delicious throbbing in my cock.
Her hand stayed there unmoving for several minutes and Alice went on watching the film, not looking one way or the other. Then almost imperceptibly her fingers began to squeeze my knee, then eased off and moved very slowly up along my bare thigh, palm down, fingers on the inside of my slightly tensed thigh muscle. Alice's squeezing fingers couldn't stay imperceptible for long. I thought I would come in my Y-Fronts if she so much as brushed her hand against my turgid young penis. For several minutes her hand moved up and down my thigh like that, lightly caressing and then squeezing my thigh, but not quite reaching the danger zone of my cock.
I was in heaven again. But all too soon, the film ended, and as the lights slowly brightened, Alice took her hand away, leaving me with an intense aching in my balls, my cock and my lower stomach. How I wanted to spurt again. For Alice.
As we stood up to leave the cinema, Alice turned towards us and gave us one of her wonderful, open smiles. " Did you like that?" she asked, meaning the film, of course. Or perhaps not. Terry and I replied together, affirmative, but Alice and I knew the double meaning of the question.
That night, my masturbation was as intense as ever; now I had a new fantasy in my head, new memories to relish and re-live.
Chapter Seven - The school championships....
The big day came finally. Terry and I were both ready for the physical trials that lay ahead; our bodies were honed to perfection, and we were determined to win our events. I had only the high jump to contend with; Terry the 440 and 880 yards. So Terry had a lot more to do, as both of his races required a lot of energy. But he had been training hard and felt up to the challenge.
Alice was there to cheer us both. And Susan was there to cheer me, I hoped, when my event began at the end of the afternoon.
Terry finally had mixed results. He was beaten into third place by two boys just that bit fleeter over the shorter distance. I really felt for him; he got under 60 seconds, which was not bad on a thick turf field, but if you lose by a yard, you lose. And there were two of them in that yard. An hour later, he won the 880 yards by a street in 2m 23s. After both races, Alice was there to hug him and kiss his cheek, making Terry's panting cheeks even redder. I was there to console him first time, and later share his joy. Seeing Alice clasp Terry to her bosom, you can imagine how I felt, wanting to trade places with him. Maybe my turn would come later, I thought, resolving to win the high jump or die in the attempt.
Exhausted, disappointed by his first setback but totally exhilerated by his later win, Terry plopped down on a grass bank with his mother near the high jump pit, and I joined them, waiting for my event to be called.
As the time ticked by, I was afraid of two things: having an erection which would impair my performance in this very important high jump competition because of Alice's close proximity. And: finally losing for any reason; I simply had to win, and impress Alice and Terry. And Susan, whom I now saw coming over towards the sand pit with a gang of girls from her class.
This was the last event of the day, there was nothing else to watch, and a mix of boredom or interest caused people to drift our way. A wide circle of pupils, teachers and familiies formed around the run-up fan, and one of the teachers had to move the circle back to allow us competitors enough room to make a decent approach to the bar
I think the stress finally made my cock lose it's turgidity. As I warmed up and did what we called in those days some ?muscle stretching' the swelling went away and I began to relax, feeling loose and strong, ready to take on the world. I felt some fear and excitement at the same time, knowing that in that buzzing, rippling crowd of people there was Alice, Terry and Susan. I couldn't escape the feeling that all of their eyes were on me; I felt at once proud and terrified.
We finally got the high jump under way, and during the competition, I missed only two clearances - one at 5 feet 7ins, and one at 6 feet. But 5 feet 11 ins won me the title of School High Jump Champion (Senior), and I felt I was king of the world for the rest of the day. Alice and Terry rushed over to me together, and Alice threw her arms around me for the very first time ever and hugged me close, reaching up and kissing my cheek, for I was quite a few inches taller than her. The sport over, my young cock filled up again with the joy of being in Alice's embrace. I was a little sweaty, my arms and legs covered in builders' sand, but I didn't pull back; I was the hero for those few moments, and I savoured to the limit the feel of Alice's breasts pressed against my chest for the first time, like twin grapefruits.
I glanced over to Susan, but she had already started to leave the scene of my famous victory, along with her friends. She looked back once, a tiny smile on her face, but she didn't come over to say anything to me, as I would have loved her to. I wasn't sure what the smile meant, but I hoped it left me with a chance of seeing her and holding her in my arms again one day.
Though dirty, tired, aching in my legs and hips, the results of my acrobatics as I tumbled over the bar a hundred times into a hard sand-filled pit, I convinced myself that nothing hurt any more. I smiled like a proverbial cheshire cat as I headed towards the school building and the showers.
My real and unexpected reward for all the training and effort I had put in to become senior high jump champion was to be bestowed upon me two days later.
Chapter Eight - The picnic...
School was finished for the week, and once again I found myself with what almost now seemed like my foster family, for the weekend.
Saturday slipped by, and for once, Terry and I didn't do much physical stuff at all. We were both in our own separate ways in a kind of post-championship tristesse, mentally and physically tired. We felt like doing nothing at all, so the day drifted by. We sat and watched television; Alice fed us as usual and I watched her as usual, longing for her touch, which came at unexpected moments at table. A hand on my shoulder, a pat on the neck; whatever it was I welcomed it as though I was her lover, but not daring to reciprocate the affection. As we lazed in front of the television, Alice brought us drinks and cake, occasionally calling us ?champions' who needed to feed our bodies as well as to recharge the batteries for next week. She also made the odd remark about having all the pretty girls at school chasing after the new champions - which was exactly what we wanted, but didn't really expect.
All I wanted was Alice. Maybe Susan, if Alice was still impossible to have.
The following day was a stunning summer's day, of the kind we used to get in those days before everything was turned upside down, climate-wise. Alice decided we would all go for a picnic. So, mid-morning, Alice packed up all sorts of goodies, sandwiches, cakes and drinks in carrier bags, serviettes, some blankets and cushions to sit on, and we all piled into the Morris Minor to head off for a quiet place she knew in the country.
The ride took about an hour. Alice was able to park the Morris about 400 yards from a fast running stream, where there was a small sheltered clearing, and room to spread out our blankets. It was a paradisical corner of the countryside, with trees all around, calm and wind free. We soon relaxed to appreciate the peace and the sunshine.
Terry and I were quickly stripped down to our shorts, torso bare. Alice had a bathing costume under her light summer dress, and after a while she slipped the dress off entirely, leaving her wonderful swan neck, long, slim arms and legs bare. The modest bathing costume was quite high at the front, but showed the bulge of her breasts to perfection, with just a hint of cleavage. The effect on my cock was immediate, and I had to turn over at first to conceal my bulge and later to unravel my member, scrunched up as usual, and allow it to expand fully. The feeling of sun on my body and being there in that clearing with my best friend Terry and his mother Alice, listening to the faint sound of fast flowing water below and the birds singing, was just one of the most perfect moments of my life up to now.
We chatted, we bantered, Terry and I made Alice laugh. We recounted over and over our achievements in the school sports, exaggerating our prowess, until we became almost World Champions in our own minds. And Alice told us again how proud she was of us, doing what we did in front of the whole school. We ate and drank, and as the afternoon slipped away, we dozed and the bantering slowed, then stopped.
I must have gone off to sleep, as the next thing I heard was Alice's voice.
"Anthony. Are you asleep, or just pretending?"
I opened my eyes groggily and looked over to where Alice was sitting, bare legs folded underneath her bum, one arm supporting her weight. The sun was behind her, and I I could see only the dark outline of her bathing costume clad body against the light. I realised immediately that my considerable erection hadn't gone down whilst I dozed, and was causing a noticeable tent in my summer shorts. I wondered if Alice had seen it.
I realised also that Terry wasn't there.
"Oh.......where's Terry?" I asked.
I sensed that Alice had been watching me whilst I dozed. She replied: "He wanted to go down to the stream, stretch his legs a bit. He spoke to you, but you didn't reply. I asked him not to wake you, so he set off by himself in the direction of the bank further down. He said there are some deeper pools near here. I think he got bored just doing nothing, needed to find something to do with himself. He can't be lazy for too long, that son of mine".
I replied again: "Oh....okay. Maybe I can catch him up".
I looked at Alice's silhouette again. Instantly, she sort of scooted towards me on her knees, then settled back onto her bum, pushing her legs out in front of her, slightly bent. She held out her one arm, smiled her wide mouthed smile, said: "Come over here and put you head in my lap if you want to sleep a bit more".
I didn't need asking twice. I slid over, twisted around, stretched my legs out again, my head resting on Alice's soft, bare upper thigh. I adjusted my head a little so that my neck and part of my shoulder touched her flesh. This was the next step to heaven, I thought, lying here with my head in Alice's lap, just inches from a real vagina. That's what it was called, wasn' it? I closed my eyes, hardly daring to breathe. My cock was as hard as I ever remember it being since it had been in Alice's long fingers, such a long time ago as it seemed. The monster pushed up against my shorts and vibrated endlessly, and I knew it was useless to try to hide it from her eyes. I lay and I relaxed into her softness. And I waited.
"Terry used to like to sleep like this, on my lap; we would stay like this for hours. Sometimes I'd get pins and needles in my legs. But I'd let him sleep".
I listened to the softness of her voice, almost wistful. I enjoyed the moment, just as Terry would have done. Then, I felt the softest of pressure on my naked chest; Alice's hand. It touched, it stayed there, I opened my eyes, looked up into Alice's face. Her eyes were hardly discernible against the sky behind her head. I'm sure my own eyes showed a startled expression. Alice's hand moved, her cool fingers and palm slid lightly across my warm chest, left and right, then she spoke again. "You have a nice body Anthony. I liked to see you high jump so well. You have nice strong legs too. I was really proud of you both at the school sports day".
I started to say something, but she spoke before I could. "It was nice, that time, when I came onto the balcony and saw you there - rubbing yourself. Did you like what I did for you, Anthony?"
I gulped, and sort of mumbled: "Yes" and my heart leapt violently in my chest. I was certain that Alice felt the banging underneath her hand as she stroked my skin. Oddly, this was the first time that either of us had mentioned the events of that day; here was Alice bringing it up as though it had been a pleasant interlude for us both, rather than the most exciting and selfish event of my young life.
Her fingers continued to slide across my chest, then almost imperceptibly, drifted downwards. My cock was rigid with yearning, and I felt that if Alice's hand as much as touched the end of it, I would explode right there and then inside my shorts. As though reading my mind, Alice's hand slipped down to the waistband of my shorts and whispered: "If you'd like me to do it again for you, Anthony.....why don't you pull down your shorts a little?"
My chest was thumping, my cock was twitching like crazy, as I lifted up my bum and eased down my shorts over my Y-Fronts, then did the same with my underpants, allowing my hard, hot, intensely swollen and bursting organ to spring into sight and into the warm summer air. I looked up at Alice, barely seeing the colour of her eyes; she was looking at my cock as though admiring it - or was it my imagination? Her hand slid down onto my belly, her fingers slipped through my pubic hairs, and in an instant were wrapped around my hardness, which was pointing upwards to the sky; she held it very lightly, not squeezing at all. Her thumb was flat against the end knob, which was very moist, and her fingers entirely around it's length.
Her hand stayed still; I suspected that she was afraid I would fire off immediately if she squeezed or rubbed. I was on the next rung to paradise, and I knew that, in view of my total excitement, if she thought that, then she was not at all wrong.
Alice leaned forward slightly, and I felt the light pressure of her breast against the top of my head. With her free hand, she took mine and brought it up to her bare arm. Accepting the invitation, I began to caress her forearm and then her upper arm with my hot hand. For the very first time I was caressing Alice's bare woman's flesh, and again my cock jerked in response. I had to strain not to ejaculate.
Then, I felt Alice fidget a little, and whisper again: "Scoot around a bit, Anthony". I lifted my bum again, and felt a deep regret as momentarily Alice's hand left my cock. I settled back down at right angles to Alice's body, in time to see her lean forward again and slip her bathing costume off her shoulders, revealing to my amazed upward gaze, the most wonderful grapefruit-sized breasts and tiny nipples pointing down, hanging down towards my face. Without hesitation, Alice placed a hand under my head and drew my head up towards a breast.
"Suck my nipple, Anthony. Go on, it's alright, take it into your mouth and suck it for me, nicely please".
Without hesitation, she guided my mouth, and my lips closed around the nipple of the breast of Alice, my best friend's mother. My rock hard cock jerked again, and Alice's hand resumed its grip around my hardness. Hesitantly, I sucked her nipple, pressing my tongue flat against it, feeling its rubbery texture, tasting a hint of salt on her flesh.
Alice began to slide her hand along the length of my cock, then said: "Go on, suck harder, I like it".
I sucked harder, then harder as Alice's hand gripped my cock more firmly, squeezed and began to rub up and down, her thumb pressing against the knob once more.
I was close to coming, and Alice knew it from the intensity of my sucking. I was afraid I would suck too hard, even bite her nipple, and hurt my darling Alice. I heard her moan lightly, as she rubbed my solid length harder and then suddenly, without warning, my whole lower body leapt upwards, pressing my cock into her fist, as the most exquisite orgasm began to travel up from my balls, into the length of my cock. I gasped, momentarily loosing my mouth from her breast. There was an incredible and copious eruption of seminal fluid, shooting up into the air, before Alice's hand moved over the eye of my cock and deflected the rest of the liquid into her palm, and then towards my belly and pubic hairs. I was sure and certain that I would never feel such intensity of pleasure again, as the seminal fluid gushed and gushed over Alice's hand and over me.
My whole body was quaking, my legs were trembling, and I continued gasping for a moment, before reclaiming her nipple back into my mouth, breathing hard through my nose. Alice waited, and just as I thought the climax was more or less over, she squeezed the head of my cock with her thumb and finger again and again, milking the last few drops of fluid from the eye into her hand. I sucked firmly on her nipple again, enjoying the revival of pleasure, and listening to her soft moans.
For what seemed like several minutes, Alice's hand stayed motionless around my cock, which was now shrinking. There was seminal fluid everywhere. Alice slipped her nipple away from my adoring mouth, reached over towards the picnic things nearby, grabbed a serviette and began to wipe both her hand and my lower body. All the time, my eyes were glued to her wonderful breasts, still hanging down towards my face. Then, Alice quickly pulled up her errant bathing costume, and I regretfully lost sight of those wondrous orbs, except for her slight cleavage above.
"I hope you liked that, Anthony" she said. "I did, it was really nice. We must do it again sometime soon, okay?"
I could do no more than nod my agreement; as usual, I was dumbstruck, couldn't find the way to say how much I loved her and a whole lot more.
"Terry should be back soon, so let's make sure everything looks in order, shall we?"
I reluctantly sat up and bagan to pull up my underpants and shorts and cover my sticky shame, before returning to sit a little way off from Alice. As she fussed to arrange her bathing costume top decently, I simply gazed at her in what must have looked like obvious adoration. She caught my stare.
"Don't look like that Anthony. It makes me think you're sad. You're not sad are you? It was nice wasn't it"
I almost cried out then that I was in love with her, but somehow I couldn't find the courage to utter the words. So I nodded, and said "Yes, it was really special for me. I'm not sad at all, really I'm not".
Soon we were both tidy and all appearances of monkey-business were eliminated. Alice lay back and closed her eyes, as we waited for Terry to come back from his riverside explorations. As she lay there, without looking at me, she said, almost wistfully: "Say my name, Anthony. Call me Alice, just this once".
I replied, voice shaking: "Alice", and once again swallowed the rest of the sentence I so desperately wanted to utter. She smiled softly and settled back on the blanket.
Time seemed to stand still. I just sat looking at the outlines of Alice's wonderful body, her beautiful face, her long shapely legs laid there before me on the blanket, and reflected on what had just happened. For the second time, Alice had taken me in hand and given me the most incredible feelings of sexual release. This time, it was not because she had caught me in flagrant délit with my cock in my own hand, but because she had chosen, and wanted to do what she had done. She had seized the moment to pleasure me, and at the same time had taken her own seeming delight from having my mouth on her nipple. I was struggling to take all this in, when, after what must have been several minutes, Alice sat up once more and suggested I go look for Terry, who had now been away for more than an hour - though I had completely lost track of time.
Terry never came back that day.
I searched and seached, then Alice joined me, finally panicking and rushing to the car to drive away and find help, whilst I continued to scan the river bank for what seemed like miles and miles, upstream and down.
With the fall of darkness, Terry's body was found by police searchers, at the bottom of a deep pool, almost two miles from the clearing where Alice and I had shared our moments of passion and pleasure.
We never found out what happened that day, why Terry drowned. We never had time to say goodbye, none of us.
End of this part......if you think there should be another sequel about Alice and Anthony, then I await your comments.
Alice, My Best Friend's Mother - Part One
Alice, My Best Friend's Mother - Part One [part 1 of 3]
By: The Tall Man (thetallman34@orange.fr)
ALICE - MY BEST FRIEND'S MOTHER By The Tall Man (tallman034@aol.com)I invite you to read this simple story without hurrying; try to enjoy a little of the youthful nostalgia I have tried to create, before racing to the climax, so to speak. Whether the whole pleases you or not, intelligent and sensible comments and discussion will always be welcome.
All characters in this story are over 18 years old.
Part One - "The first time......"
When you're a normal, healthy male teenager, big, fit and strong like I was then, you could justify, at least to yourself, thinking that you were probably indestructible and that you would live forever. In that period of your youth, two things are important: sport and sex. Everything else is a serious hindrance, getting in the way of these two key preoccupations of eighteen year old adolescent lives. School studies, home chores, errands, nothing counts like the enthusiastic, committed and energetic use, misuse and abuse of your fast-growing and changing body, and of course, its attachments.
Sport for me and my best friend Terry was running, jumping, standing still. It was hedonistic. Pushing our bodies to the limits of skill, endurance and then exhaustion, trying to prove, somehow without realising it, our inherent indestructibility. It was soccer, cricket, tennis, athletics and more. Terry was Bobby Moore and I was Gordon Banks. Then I was Ron Clarke and he was Mohammed Gammoudi battling out the Tokyo 1964 Olympic 10,000 metres final. Then we were someone else, world class sprinters, tennismen.
It rained, it snowed, the sun shone; we didn't care what the weather was like. We were out there, thrashing our bodies and our limitless sporting imaginations. We were kicking around our much-used, rain-soaked leather football, which hurt when we headed for goal, especially when we felt its razorsharp knotted lace on the forehead. Or ripping layers of skin off our knees, bums and thighs on frozen turf when we fell tackling each other for ball possession. Or running around the school grass track, stopwatch in hand, dry mouthed and sweating under the hot sun of summer afternoons, shirts off, burning our young shoulders.
Only the end of daylight on the sports field at the end of the day, the insistence of our parents, or the inevitable call from our bellies to fill up our reserves of energy dragged us away from these physical devotions; that was sport, for my pal Terry and me.
Sex was imagination and masturbation.
Terry I were inseparable after I helped him out of a one-sided school yard fight. He was not as physically developed as me, and needed a big hand when he was set upon by a group of half a dozen boys one day after school. We were roughly the same age, but I hardly knew Terry before then, since we didn't share the same class - he was brighter than me and had been elevated to a higher grade. I don't recall why the scrap began at all, maybe something to do with jealousy or just a nonsense argument that got out of hand; but I heard the rumpus and saw a howling crowd of schoolkids forming a circle around the action. When I saw the boots going in, poor Terry lying on the ground trying to make himself into a ball and protect what you might call his 'lower stomach', I simply reacted spontaneously to the unfairness of the attack, and waded in and thumped a couple of the most active and cowardly boys.
I was tall and quite wide for my age, and with solid early adolescent muscles. I was not quite Cassius Clay, and my wild punches fell on raised arms, but my bravado brought things to a quick conclusion. If the boy-thugs had all turned on me at once, I may have finished up as another battered human football on the ground with Terry. As it happened, the speed and ferocity of my timely intervention was enough to make the others simply back off. There was an eyeball to eyeball standoff that lasted all of half a minute, then suddenly the fray was over and the threat, and the crowd of onlookers melted away. I saw resentment, but genuine fear in the eyes of the enemy; I guess that's the power of aggressive surprise, the rapid commando force. I helped Terry get up and limp his way home, got smiling warm thanks plus tea and tinned salmon sandwiches from his mother, and from that day on, Terry and I were pals.
Though very different to each other in many ways, we began to share all our spare time together after school and as time went by, during weekends and holidays at the insistence of Terry's mother. I think she saw how well we got on together, and was pleased that he had such a close pal, with plenty of interests in common. Otherwise he may have finished up a loner.
Terry was ginger haired, small and lightweight, freckly and had what you might say, a 'pug nose'. He didn't look strong from an athletic point of view, but was wiry and tenacious as a fox terrier in any competitive situation. I was dark haired, taller and heavier, so in a fifty-fifty challenge for a football I usually prevailed. But running was Terry's real strength. I was a good jumper and thrower, and could beat him easily over short sprint distances, but in anything longer than 440 yards, the longer the better, Terry was a winner. He ran upright, with a short but rapid stride and interminable stamina. And in soccer, I was the goalkeeper to Terry's nippy inside-left guile, ball control and penalty taking. We enjoyed each other's competitiveness, whatever the event. We were best pals, and we never had a cross word, right up to the day he died.
Our friendship grew and grew. Soon, I started spending the happiest of weekends and holidays at Terry's home. He lived with his mother in a bought house. 'Bought' meant semi-detached, bay windows, no rent to pay. A small rosebed and driveway at the front with a car on it, a Morris 1000, and a big, lawned garden behind. And inside, carpets everywhere, classy, heavy furniture, a television. Later they got a telephone. You appreciate a house like that, when all you've been used to in your life is a terraced house rented from the council, with no garden front or back. We had no television and no car either at our house, until I was much older.
I was happy, living there with my mum and dad and my younger sister Carol in our council owned house, but our style of living was just not in the same class by a long way as that of Terry and his mum. My parents were of what you would call modest means, working class. Both manual workers, their education unfinished, obliged to leave school early to earn money and supplement their parents' budgets until they met each other and got married. Now, making all the various ends meet for their own family on their irregular and meagre wages, was a constant challenge. And they wanted Carol and me to have a better schooling than they had enjoyed, so all that made it tougher on their pockets. We were happy, and we got by, that's all I could say about those days.
Seeing how others lived was a real eye opener, and that's how it was when I was at Terry's house, where I was always treated really well. I didn't know whether his mother was rich, but she certainly wasn't as poor as we were, and didn't work either. For me those weekends and holidays were very, very special - luxurious in many ways, and I will never forget them as long as I live.
Especially that first full summer, when my sexual experiences began.
Terry's mother was called Alice, though I never called her Alice. I never called her Mrs Owens; I never called her anything. She always used my full name - Anthony - which I loved to hear, never calling me 'Tony' or 'Tone'. She was a widow, but I didn't know the details of her husband's death. There was quite an old framed photograph of a handsome, stocky, uniformed man on the wall over the fireplace; I thought he'd been a soldier, but Terry said he was a policeman, and that's all he knew, being a baby when his father died. If he knew any more, he never let on, and I never understood why he wouldn't have been curious about his own father. We just didn't talk about it.
Alice was the kindest, gentlest and most beautiful woman imaginable in the whole wide world. If that sounds like the words of a love-lorn teenager, then so be it. At the time, I didn't reflect on her age; she was just a grown woman, a mother; but she must have been in her late thirties. She was tall and slender, with long arms and shapely but strong looking legs, not an ounce of fat anywhere; she was also elegant and immaculate in her style and dress, whatever she wore. I loved to see her hips sway when she wore a 'Charleston' dress or skirt.
I imagined later, that my diminutive pal Terry must have taken after his dad, so different was he from his mother's intense beauty. She had deep brown eyes, a longish nose and very white, even teeth. Her pale flawless skin was totally absent of freckles, became lightly bronzed in summer. Her slightly wavy blond hair was always boyish short, delightfully exposing the curve of her pale neck.
Any youth such as I would be, of course obsessed with breasts and other bits of the female body, but it was her neck which fascinated me from the start. Even so, her slim body had all the feminine curves where they mattered, including grapefruit-sized breasts and a pouting, rounded bum below a slim waist. Such was the sum total of her woman's magnetism, her physique and personality, her smiling warmth and gaiety, her presence when she was in the room, it was hard not to keep looking at her. I never sensed her to be in any mood other than happy, and I probably fell in love with her right from the start, in my naïve, adolescent way.
To begin with, I shared Terry's bedroom with him, a large room by our own humble council house standards. There were twin single beds separated by a bedside table, wide wardrobes along one wall; there was a large crock washbasin with high mirror in the corner, by a French window which gave onto an iron staircase leading down to the neatest garden at the rear. Either in this room, or in the garden when we were not kicking a ball around somewhere else or running ourselves ragged, we had great times together, Terry and I.
Laughing and joking, reading sports magazines and imagining how it would be at the top of a sporting career, admired by the whole country for our physical prowess, breaking records, scoring hat-tricks, signing autographs, meeting te Queen. Sometimes we could be quiet, doing our homework together, last minute stuff. Mostly Terry helped me, rather than the other way round; he was brighter than me.
Then, ogling over well-thumbed pages of Playboy magazines, imagining how it would be to actually touch the breasts or the thighs of the women in the pictures, stick our young cocks into them. Or feeling up the girls in our school, especially the older ones, who had bigger tits. More than a little curious to see (one day) further into and between those casually positioned but cunningly photographed thighs into their dark, secret, hidden parts; it was called 'vagina' wasn't it, the sexual organ of a woman?
Talking about it, each of us feeling that astonishing power of adolescent erection inside our pants or underneath our pyjamas, then masturbating privately into our handkerchieves, unseen but with over-excited running commentary for the benefit of the other, under the bed covers after lights out. I never saw Terry's erect penis, nor he mine, and once or twice I actually wondered if he really was doing it like I was, if he actually could ejaculate yet. I never was able to confirm it. Otherwise, we shared everything in those happiest of weekends and holidays at Terry's house. Or almost.
I enjoyed especially breakfast time at Terry's house. We sat at a table in a bright new verandah just off the kitchen, on the east side of the house. Weekends we were usually a little late to get ourselves out of bed and Alice had already eaten, so she fussed around us, serving us big bowls of cereals and endless slices of toast with mugs of sweet tea.
I always sat facing the kitchen, where I could watch Alice glide around, floating almost, in perpetual motion, pausing only now and again to ask us if we wanted more, sometimes to ruffle Terry's hair, and call him 'Tel', which he hated. She did it to wind him up, of course; it was part of their incessant game, the heart of their relationship. She teased him a lot, and although he usually blushed and pretended to be embarrassed in front of me, I knew that he was pleased to have his beautiful mother's attention. As she floated, she often hummed some pop tune or other. Her favourite was Bobby Darin.
As she turned and twirled around us at the breakfast table, I was constantly aware of her light perfume in my nostrils. Whilst chatting away with Terry, my head rotated on its axis, as I watched the furls of her dress or skirt swirl around her very feminine hips and thighs. There was glass all around, in the verandah and the kitchen windows, and there was almost always light behind her, even on a dull day. This light allowed me to see the shadow of her body when she was wearing light clothing, the outline of her bra covered breasts, her bum cheeks, even her knickers. I imagined too, her nipples pushing against the inside cup of her bra, saw the bra straps behind her back. It was the nearest thing to heaven. My 'morning glory' became a throbbing nuisance under my Y-Front underpants, with a longing fuelled partly by what I saw and partly by what I imagined I saw, or longed to see one day.
I ached for Alice to tousle my hair too, like she did for Terry. To feel that soft hand, those manicured fingers on my head. My own mother, whom I loved to bits, had never been so attentive with Carol and me. She did everything necessary, and more, to raise us and care for us, but there was never that complicity which was so evident between Alice and Terry. I guess the absence of a father made the difference; Terry got all the attention the missing father didn't get. My own father was there in body, absent in spirit most of the time. My mother didn't neglect us; she attended to our every need. But she was a working woman, with rough hands, and she never bestowed upon us that gentleness, never that kind of caress that Terry received all the time when he was around his mother. It was clear that they were very close; Alice always had time for him, a gentle word, a teasing remark. They shared things. How I envied him; how I wanted to share that mother's affection with my best friend Terry, as well as all the other good things we had together.
Whatever the season, our free days together were mostly spent in sport, and then sometimes we would go to the cinema in the evenings. Alice would go with us if she felt like it, if the film appealed to her. It was a special treat to be seated one each side of her and begin to appreciate for the first time how sexually arousing and incredibly exciting for a young man can be the intimacy of a darkened cinema. For me, it was the highlight of a weekend, breathing in Alice's perfume, allowing my sometimes bare arm to touch accidentally, even press against hers on the armrest between us; feeling the throbbing of my penis in my Y-Fronts, stimulated by this simple closeness, this innocent physical contact with a grown female, the beautiful mother of my best friend. To hear her laugh at something in the film was musical; if the film was a frightener, letting out a squeal she would grip Terry's arm and mine and squeeze both at the same moment of terror. I loved that squeeze, it made my heart leap and my cock leap, and made it to throb harder.
Occasionally, Alice would turn towards us one at a time and pass a bag for us to dip in and choose a toffee. Her face would be so close to mine, her firm round breast would press against my arm. I was in paradise. I would twitch hard and long throughout each entire séance, not really wanting this precious, extended moment of pleasure to end, but nevertheless thinking all the time of rushing back to Terry's house and rubbing myself to a hasty climax under the bed clothes before going to sleep. On one occasion I did it in the cinema toilets, such was the intensity of my exitement that evening. The urge was so strong that I just couldn't wait, and so during the publicity I excused myself, almost ran to the toilets, where in very short time I was locked in a cubicle, had my trousers and Y-Fronts down to my ankles and was rubbing my swollen organ, whispering Alice's name and ejaculating powerfully into the w.c. pot.
Washing my hands for fear of anyone smelling the odour of my sex, then returning to the cinema flushed, but the colour of my cheeks unseen in the dark, I settled back into my seat next to Alice, my arm back against hers on the armrest between us. Breathing deeply her scent, before too long my young penis was filling up once again. Paradise resumed.
And so our weekends and holidays took shape, the seasons came and went, and I spent all the time possible at Terry's house. My mother began to refer to me as the prodigal son, which amused everybody at home. But these were delirious days for me, and my mother even remarked, not unhappily, how well behaved I was, and how the food bill seemed reduced since Terry and I had been pals. And how quiet it seemed at weekends; Carol was happy to see me out of the way, calming at least for two days and two nights a week the competitiveness which always exists between siblings when they are young. I sometimes wondered if my father even noticed, as he said very little, whether I was there or not. My mother said he was pleased that I was doing well at school, that's all.
Then, the following Spring, something quite unexpected happened at Terry's house, which would change my life forever.
It was a warm Saturday morning in late Spring, with clear blue skies and Summer temperatures already, in early June, the kind of balmy day we used to get way back then. Terry and I came down for breakfast late as usual, lightly dressed in shorts and short-sleeved shirts, ready for an active day, though our precise activities hadn't yet been formulated. I heard Alice's humming before we even got to the bottom of the stairs, and there she was floating hypnotically around the kitchen. I loved her neck, watched her mouth move with her singing a few broken lines of 'Things', one of Darin's older hits. Funny how songs often stick in your memory, remind you of important days or events in your life. Our bowls of cereal were ready and we tucked in.
As ever, I followed Alice's movements across the kitchen, in and out of the verandah, hoping to see the outlines of her body against the light coming through the glass. I was not disappointed; it was a brilliantly sunny morning, and the whole kitchen and verandah were flooded with brightness. I was able to see secretly every curve, every outline of underwear and body under her light cotton summer dress. Even better, the dress left her arms bare, was a little lower cut than usual, and as she bent over the table to place our toast and tea, I caught a glimpse of the sensual upper curve of her breasts for the very first time.
It was the best opportunity yet to lose myself in my fantasies, and of course I was harder than ever under my shorts and Y-Fronts. Luckily my significant bulge was well out of sight under the table; now and again, when Alice's back was turned and Terry wasn't looking my way, I would let my hand slip below to give my favourite toy a rub or a squeeze, whilst gazing at Alice's lovely bum cheeks, but mostly I just fidgeted, enjoying the friction of my underpants against my straining organ and the subsequent tingling sensation as it throbbed. Had we stayed there all morning, I'm sure I could have come in my Y-Fronts without more effort than that, the fidgeting and the constant friction, and the vision of loveliness before my young eyes.
As our rapid consumption of buttered toast began to slow down and our tea mugs were drained empty, Alice asked Terry to go get some more bread from the shop, insisting that otherwise, there would not be enough for our lunch packs later. We couldn't, after all run ourselves ragged all day without food. He made a face hopeless of reluctance, so Alice swept up behind him and tousled his hair in her teasing way and squeezed his neck hard, so that he ducked his head and squirmed under her hand. I thought, longingly: "I wish that was me she was touching".
After a moment of mock resistance, Terry got up from the table, Alice pressed a few coins into his hand and playfully tickled his ribs all the way to the verandah door. Then Terry said: "Come on, let's go Anthony". I made a lame excuse that I was going up to brush my teeth or some such, so Terry went alone to the shop. I think he was for an instant probably Armin Hary or Peter Radford en route to an impossible ten seconds dead 100 metres, the way he took off from his blocks that morning, but I forgot to ask him later. In no time at all he was out of the verandah and out of sight.
It was not brushing my teeth I had in mind, though - not straight away. After watching the outline of Alice's wispy underwear, her breasts and bum move under her dress against the light of the kitchen and verandah, my aroused organ required urgent attention. I couldn't wait to get up to the bedroom I shared with Terry and take advantage of his absence to masturbate privately, such had these amazing images stimulated my brain and penis during the last half hour.
I calculated I had at least fifteen minutes to complete the operation - more than enough, in my state of tumescence. Excusing myself rapidly, despite the impediment under my shorts, I was Lynn (the Leap) Davies as I sped upstairs, twenty six feet 5¾ inches exactly, and ran panting into the bedroom, dropping my shorts to my ankles and kicking them off as soon as I closed the door. My hardness sprung free and up, as I dragged off my Y-Fronts and shirt and threw them onto the thick carpeted floor near my bed. The cool air on my hot, sweaty genitals made me feel exceptionally excited, and I immediately took myself in hand. I was already rubbing the full length of my bulging-veined penis, thinking of Alice and her delectable body and the slope of her neck and her pale bare arms, and the curve of her real breasts that I had seen for the first time a short while ago.
I had to stop the friction as I dropped to my knees, fumbled under my bed and pulled out our only copy of a well-abused Playboy magazine. With my erection curved out and up, rigid and bobbing up and down, I padded over to the washbasin in the corner near the French window and looked at myself in the mirror above it. For a second or two I admired my young muscular frame, which I knew to be more developed than most boys of my age, with its adolescent hairs here and there, especially in the pubic region. I opened the magazine at a page which showed a colour picture of a blonde with the largest, big-nippled breasts in the whole edition and stood it up against the mirror, behind the taps so that it wouldn't tumble over.
I gazed at my pumped up teenage penis, imagined that it was the longest, the fattest and hardest, and the most potent in the universe, as it waved up proudly and throbbing, waiting for the attention which I had promised it a few moments before. I imagined what I might do with this indestructible weapon, if I had the opportunity to abuse a real woman like Alice. I lusted after those paper breasts in the Playboy magazine, and started to rub, too hard, too quickly. Too quickly, I needed to slow down, appreciate to the maximum the privacy and the intimacy I was sharing both with this unreal specimen of American printed fantasy womanhood and, in my head, with the most perfect of all best friends' mothers.
I slowed my pace - after all I had time before Terry would reappear. As I rubbed more lazily my turgid tool, my eyes closed, and I concentrated now on the image of the slender, adorable frame of Alice. But she was clothed; how I would love to see Alice in the same state of undress as this anonymous American pinup with bloated balloons. Alice with her flawless slim frame and grapefruit breasts, her perfectly rounded bum and long legs. Maybe even peek at her hairy sex triangle, something I had never seen, not in a magazine, not anywhere except sketched in school biology books. Playboy magazine didn't even show wisps of pubic hair in those days.
I rubbed and I rubbed, slowly and with a lightness of touch now dedicated to Alice, and I began to whisper her name over and over, trying to imagine that her fingers had replaced mine. Moisture oozed generously from the eye of my cock. Now and again, I opened my eyes, looking at my hand stroking the length of my organ, then casting my eyes over the large breasts before me in the magazine. I turned a page with my other hand, now saw the first afro-american Playgirl, coffee coloured breasts, big black bulging nipples, then eyes closed, back to Alice. My heart was beating fast. I gripped my fist around the length of my cock, placed my thumb against the engorged end, smoothed the glistening pre-cum around the head as I pumped, tingling with anticipation of my climax. I scratched the fingers of my free hand underneath my tightening balls, and I knew I couldn't hold out for long. Then something caught the corner of my eye. A movement.
I turned my head to the French window, and there was Alice.
Watering can in hand, her light cotton dress fluttered around her calves in a slight breeze, and she was bending over a pot of geraniums just outside, on the balcony top of the iron staircase. In that second or two, towering over her, I saw more of her breasts than I had been able to see at breakfast, and despite my embarrassment and the panic which was now beginning to bang in my chest, an intense throb jerked my penis within my fist, and I mentally photographed an image of those soft globes. They were real, not paper.
Alice jumped slightly as if startled to realise there was someone beside her, just the other side of the glass; her head suddenly turned towards me and water spilled from her watering can, missing the geranium pot over which she was bent and showering her pretty bare feet. I was caught.
Time seemed to stand still. She ignored her sopping feet, straightened up unbearably slowly, and without moving, looked expressionless into my eyes, then down at my crotch, which I could not hide; even with my hand around its length, an inch or two of my penis were still visible and there was no way to make that disappear instantly from view. Her mouth opened, her brow furrowed perceptibly, producing a puzzled expression on her face.
I was well and truly caught. My chest thudded, the blood rushed to my face and head. I saw that Alice's eyes were wide, her cheeks became flushed. Mine were even redder than hers, I was sure.
Alice half smiled, moved towards the French window, raised her free hand, as though waving hello or goodbye, I wasn't sure what the gesture meant. She dropped her hand onto the iron door handle, at the same instant placing the trembling watering can on the iron balcony and treating me to yet another glimpse of those pale, smooth orbs.
All thought of spurting my semen into the washbasin, dedicating my young seed to my friend's mother and to American breasthood, were now instantly forgotten. I came out of my quasi-hypnotic state and headed at almost a leap out of Alice's range of vision to the safety of my bed, grabbing the nearest thing, my Y-Fronts, from the floor as I sped. I was not fast enough, I had triple jumped in slow motion action replay. The door of the French windows opened inwards and Alice was in the room, barely six feet from the bed, before I had time to slip the Y-Fronts over my feet.
At a loss as to what I could possibly do to salvage the situation and my dignity, I dropped my naked buttocks down on the bed, clutching my underpants to my penis, which was slowly draining itself of blood, and closed my knees together. My heart and head were beating hard and loud with pure and perfect panic.
No words came out, my brain raced, searching for something to say. I saw that Alice was flushed. My head was down, I was fidgeting, squirming even, vainly trying to cover myself. I turned slightly sideways, towards the wall. And I wanted to disappear, knowing that there was nothing I could do to make the clock go backwards. 'What is done cannot be undone', my mother words echoed in my guilty subconscious.
I knew that Alice had to be looking down at me in extreme anger from just six feet away, and I was frozen to the bed with fear and shame. I heard her breathing.
All I could think of saying say was: "Sssssooo......". But she cut me short, hardly had I opened my mouth.
I heard her breathing. "Don't say anything" she said, quietly, very calmly, too calmly it seemed to me, in the circumstances. "It's alright, Anthony. Don't say a word".
Even now, here, in these few moments which would probably be the most embarrasing, terrible moments of my young life, to hear her say my name and those soothing words was just magical; my heart leapt, continued to beat hard and fast against my rib cage.
I tried again: "But, I'm......".
Again she cut me short with a "Ssshhhh...".
Up to now, she had stayed by the French window to my left, not moving, and I was there seated on the bed, half turned away from her, my head down, wishing I was invisible, or somewhere else - at the shop with Terry, playing football, at home, in detention punishment at school - dead, anywhere but here.
Then Alice moved, as though in ice-skating slow motion, towards me. Still looking down, I saw out of the corner of my eye her bare, dripping feet and ankles glide noiselessly across the carpet and come to rest only inches from mine. Then she sat down beside me, half turned in my direction, facing my trembling bare back and shoulders. The bed dipped slightly with her weight, bounced and settled, and I felt the lightness of her cotton dress flutter against my sweating skin. Her cool, soft hand came up to my shoulder and rested there, pulled slightly, as though to turn me round. I resisted, then complied, turning slowly my upper body towards her. We were now face to face, but still I did not have the courage to raise my thudding head, such was my youthful humiliation and turmoil.
Her soft voice again: "Anthony, dear, it's alright. Really. You musn't fret about this. There's nothing to be ashamed of....I'm sorry I came up the stairs at the wrong moment...I didn't think...I should have respected your privacy."
I began to stammer again, but she just said "Ssshhh...it's alright".
Then the most wonderful thing happened, something which I will treasure for the rest of my life. Without words, only gestures and coaxing sounds, Alice took hold of my scrumpled Y-Fronts, with which I had tried to cover my shame, and tugged them from my trembling, white-knuckled hands. Not violently, but firmly, as though not prepared to allow the slightest refusal. I held on for a second or two, then let go of them as they slipped away, replaced the underpants with my hands, cupped together over my half engorged penis, my sparse pubic hairs and testicles squashed between my thighs. I felt more naked than ever, vulnerable and foolish. Alice then leaned over and took both my hands in hers, her soft, pale, cool woman's hands with long slender fingers and short, manicured nails, pulling my hot fists away from my pubes and holding them up between us at breast level.
Letting go with one hand for a moment, she placed a palm on the side of my face, slid a couple of fingers under my chin, and raised my head so that she was able to look into my eyes for the first time since our encounter at the French window. I was flushed, there must have been a frightened and embarrassed look in my eyes, but I noticed an incredible kindness in hers, a softness to treasure, then a curious, delicate smile on her mouth. I heard her breathing, smelled her fragrance, and although her dark brown magnetic eyes held mine, I was aware of the closeness of her pale, swanlike neck, and the swell of her breasts just below, rising and falling. In any other such circumstances, any other moment in my life, I would have been several feet off the ground to have Alice so close to me and holding my face and hands.
Hesitating only a few seconds, her one hand stroking my cheek, her other hand dropped into my lap, very delicately coming to rest palm down on my half engorged penis. Closing her fingers over my semi-erect organ, she squeezed it ever so lightly and lifted it up, turned her hand around until it was underneath, fingers extended, with the head of my sex in her palm. I gasped as she closed her fingers again around my cock and squeezed delicately, and despite my confused state of mind, my hardness began to return very quickly, my growing stalk soon filled her hand and reached a state of considerable rigidity. The head of my cock was already moist, and became more moist with each passing second, as more pre-cum dribbled from its enlarged hole. Not knowing what to do with them, my own hands remained together motionless, raised up between her cotton covered grapefruit breasts and my own smooth, bare, thumping chest. I shivered.
Alice leaned her head to one side slightly, looked down at her hand and my penis within it, squeezed again ever so gently, then more firmly, and began to move her hand in a measured back and forth movement, the swollen head nudging her now moist, soft palm. My chest was hammering harder than ever. Her scent filled my head.
I thought I heard her breathe something like "Handsome" but it was faint. Despite my fear, my embarrassment and humilation of the last few minutes, my exitement was total, and with the manual attention Alice was now giving my penis, hardly any pressure was needed to bring me to a complete, pulsating erection; I knew that I would soon be ready to ejaculate. As she watched her hand gently and unhurriedly rubbing my swollen, blood engorged hardness, my eyes were drawn naturally to her adorable neck and down into the top of her dress and the curves of her breasts; rising and falling faster now, it seemed she was almost panting. I wanted to kiss that neck, those soft globes of female flesh, but I was frozen.
There was nothing I could do to stop this unplanned, unreal and unmerited but intensely pleasurable and exciting episode in my life. I deserved to go to hell, and would have gone there willingly in exchange for these moments of pleasure; here I was in an unimaginably heavenly place and time, with a woman who could have been mistaken for an angel.
My breathing became rapid, and I opened my panting mouth, tried to speak again. But somehow Alice knew that I was about to explode. She looked instantly into my eyes, her face only inches from mine, such that I could feel and smell her sweet, toothpaste breath wafting over me. She stroked my cheek, then placed her fingers onto my lips, forming a soundless "Ssshhhh......" with her own mouth, as my legs began to tremble.
I felt the most intense, familiar tingling in my balls, then it increased in intensity, lurched rapidly along the length of my cock to the swollen head, just before my semen erupted forth in a powerful jet - more powerful than I think I had ever experienced in my young life of masturbation up to that day. My rib cage hammered, my whole body shuddered; I gasped out loud, my head fell back and I closed my eyes. My hips jerked up, forward and back spontaneously, as my cock pulsed and throbbed again and again discharging its load, Alice kept her extended fingers firmly closed around the length of my pulsating cock, twisted her hand slightly and caught all the juice I had to offer in her palm.
I wanted this climax to go on forever; as it was, it seemed like a long time. My clenched hands separated and dropped down, falling quite naturally and without premeditation onto Alice's waist. I pressed my palms up against her rib cages, then down against her hips. My eyes opened, and still trembling in my lower body, I looked down into her cleavage again, up to her face, then to where her hand continued to clasp me and where now her finger and thumb were squeezing the pulsating head of my organ. Each tiny squeeze caused another eruption of pleasure at the end of my cock and a jerk of my lower body, and sent more seminal fluid seeping out, until every drop was drained from me.
As I panted wordlessly, she held my cock for a while longer, gently, lovingly I thought, without pressure, just holding it delicately and occasionally stroking it with her open fingers. Some of the seminal liquid dripped from her hand and began to run down onto my testicles, but Alice seemed unconcerned, just watching the thick, white slippery substance as though she was genuinely fascinated by its phenominal quantity, as though pondering secretly its life-giving qualities. Eyes sparkling, she looked up into mine, then down at her hand again, a beautiful, relaxed, reassuring smile on her soft face.
I will never forget that smile, and I knew instantly that I would love Alice for the rest of my days.
She let out a sigh, and this time I heard the word clearly: "Lovely....". I was still breathing hard as ever; I think tears formed in my eyes, I was so totally overwhelmed with pleasure and joy from sharing these treasured seconds of my youth with Alice.
Neither of us said anything for a few moments. Then, letting go of my deflating penis, disengaging her waist from my hands, Alice stood up unhurriedly, holding her cupped, semen filled hand raised in front of her. I watched her bare feet on the carpet, her hips swaying as she glided over to the washbasin, the scene of my initial humiliation and the turning point of my young life. She rinsed that one hand under the tap for a while, watched the water flowing over her fingers as if in a daze, as though contemplating the earth shattering significance of her recent act, then seemed to snap out of it and quickly washed both her hands with soap. As she did so, I watched her bend over and appear to look closely at the Playboy magazine still propped up behind the taps, still open at the page with the coffee coloured breasts. From across the room I surreptitipously admired her adorable bum, hips and shapely calves as she did this.
The, straightening up, drying her hands on a small towell, she looked into
the mirror, into my reflected eyes and her face lit up with a wonderful, wide mouthed smile, teeth glistening in the light from the French windows. A different kind of smile: the fun smile I had seen so many times when she was around the house during my visits, especially when she was teasing Terry.
She put down the towell, picked up the Playboy, turned around to where I was still sitting on the bed, silent and motionless, drained and entranced by what had just happened to me. She leaned back slightly, her bum resting against the washbasin.
Closing the Playboy and holding it up at shoulder level and waving it, the pages flickering noisily, she looked directly into my face, still fun-smiling and said quietly: " Perhaps you won't need this now, Anthony".
Still in shock, but my breathing and heartbeat beginning to calm down a little, I held her gaze, shook my head and smiled shyly, like a schoolboy who had just been scolded, then let out an embarrassed laugh, looking down again. My hands had found their way back to my crotch, to cover my shrunken penis and balls, and the now cold residue of seminal fluid upon them.
I imagined Alice's eyes following mine down to where I was looking, then my gaze returned to find hers again. I was aware of a few magical moments, where Alice stood calmly, unspeaking, looking down at me, smiling into my eyes, and I looked up at her with what she could only have interpreted as total adolescent love and adoration. She opened her mouth to speak and her body leaned towards me. I thought she was going to sit down beside me again, but then we both heard, at the same instant, Terry's panting and his slapping footsteps arriving downstairs at the verandah entrance. Maybe he was Peter Snell right then, just winning another 800 metres race by a street.
Alice and I leapt, simultaneously into wordless action. I was on my feet in a second. Alice slipped across to smile into my eyes, caress my cheek one last time with a cool, freshly washed hand, wafting the odour of Lux toilet soap into my nostrils, before spinning around and leaving the bedroom the way she had come in, pulling the door of the French windows silently closed behind her. I wanted to touch her, kiss her, caress her adorable neck, anything. I wanted to tell her how I felt, garble my eternal love for her.
But she was gone in less than a heartbeat. Naked, I strode over to the French windows and watched her back, her hand on the rail, her long pale neck, and the flow of her cotton summer dress flutter across her strong, shapely legs and hips, as she descended the iron staircase like a light footed athlete, two steps at a time into the garden below. She could have been Mary Rand, but she was the greatest love of my young life.
By the time Terry had put the loaf of fresh bread on the kitchen worktop, had searched downstairs for me and his mother, and finding no-one, had bounded breathlessly up the stairs to the bedroom we shared, I was dressed and brushing my teeth. I tried to be relaxed and calm, though my mind and heart were spinning in turmoil. I had just experienced something which was, at my tender age, nothing less than incredible. An event beyond any of my adolescent imaginings, which could have taken place only somewhere in my wildest fantasies, before that totally life-transforming day in summer. Only a few minutes before, I had felt extremes of sexual pleasure at the hands of the most beautiful woman on earth. This was something I knew I couldn't, and never would, share with my best friend Terry, the son of that same most beautiful woman on earth.
The story does not end here. Look out for Alice, My Best Friend's Mother - Part Two, coming shortly.....