Warming up together

Jace and I had walked around the block twice now, his icy fingers wrapped around mine served as a reminder to bring gloves the next time; it hadn’t been so cold when we left, but the sun was setting with its warmth following not far behind. We passed Misseltwaithe Drive again, turning right meant walking back home – not a far walk either, maybe 350 feet, left would take us down a dead-ended road where the high school sat empty for the weekend. It had been nice living so close to school, I don’t think I woke up before 7AM once since moving here. However, graduating had been even better. I decided on going left, it bought me just a little more time alone with Jace, and that was never a bad thing; my family liked him well enough, but maybe I’m a bit selfish. Another wintery gust of wind made me question my decision; but then, Jace stopped walking. Confused, I looked up at him, he cupped my cheek in his hand, brushing my hair behind my ear and pressed his lips against mine. I smiled through the kiss, his lips were cold, his breath warm – such a pleasant juxtaposition. I gently sucked on his tongue when he slipped it into my mouth. Our kiss ended much too soon, and we continued walking, but not before a couple staccato closed-mouth kisses.

We walked to the school in near silence, there wasn’t much left to say after hours of mindless chatter, I knew what was on his mind – we’d talked about it earlier in the week. I wanted to try it too, but being a virgin, I was nervous that I’d screw something up and he’d break up with me; he was a virgin also, or so he said, but I knew he’d dated a few girls in high school. We’d decided on this day, just as good a day as any I suppose, and I’d done my best to have a normal date despite my nervous anticipation. We walked around to the back of the school, there would be much less chance of getting caught there; the frontage road was blocked by a small grove, and the building itself served as shelter from any passersby.

We made out again on the back side of the building, I was pressed up against the blue doors which lead to the cafeteria. I hardly noticed the cold anymore, nor did I hear the traffic whizzing past on the highway, Jace’s hardy, quiet presence enveloped my senses as our lips and tongues joined in dance. My heart, working at nearly 300% capacity pounded in my head, pumping blood through my veins like an army’s advancing march, a march leading between my legs where a nice tingly warmth grew to an all-consuming hotness.

“Can I s-s-see it,” he stammered, breaking our kiss.

“Yes,” I said nodding, I had spent considerable time shaving last night, for the first time, because I’d read on Google that men like women to be hairless. I’d done an okay job I guess, but this morning the area was red with irritation, I prayed that it looked better now as I slipped out of my flats and rolled my tights down. By the time I’d gotten my tights off and my panties down around one ankle a minute – or less – had passed; it had felt like an eternity, ever more agonizing knowing that for the first time someone would see, and pass judgment on me. I pressed my weight against the door and slid down until I was sitting on the cement, I spread my legs and hiked my skirt up for him. I winced as I set my bare ass on that cold concrete – this would have been a lot more comfortable inside.

I didn’t quite understand the look on his face, it was something between deer-in-the-headlights mixed with shock and admiration, but I knew that not only was he a virgin like me, but this was probably his first time seeing a vagina outside of whatever porn site he liked. Knowing that I was his first, and remembering the girls he had dated before, was the highest compliment I had ever received; in that moment I felt like the most beautiful girl in all the world.

Jace sat between my legs and started touching me, it was awkward, he didn’t know how to do it, but I let him explore my body anyway. Thankfully I was able to ignore the awkwardness of his unfamiliar pawing at my vagina when he started kissing me again, I knew he’d get better at it over time, and we had the rest of our lives to spend getting to know one another’s bodies. I gasped when he slid two fingers into me; having been aroused most of the day they went in quite smoothly, however, he brushed right past the g-spot and pushed and pushed until he couldn’t get his fingers any deeper. He began thrusting them in and out as fast as he could, fast and deep, fast and out; I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head on his shoulder moaning softly. Jace’s touch did give me some pleasure, albeit, not as much as when I masturbated – then, I’d had a lot more practice; however, what was much more arousing was the thought of finally having sex, of knowing what it was like. I knew I would like it if it wasn’t good there wouldn’t be so many people on Earth, and I was ready.

“Jace, stop,” I said, pushing his hand away from me, “it’s too cold, let’s go home.” I dressed quickly, and we headed back towards the house hand-in-hand.

The house was empty except for my little brother Matt watching TV, Jace and I sauntered off to my room, closing the door behind us.

“I still want to,” I said, “but it was so cold.” Jace smiled, he must have been worried that I’d backed out of our arrangement. I kissed him deeply and squeezed at the crotch of his pants.

“Is it big,” I asked.

“Well,” he said, “I’ve never compared it to anything, but it doesn’t seem too big to me.” I unfastened his pants and zipper; I fell to my knees as I slid his pants and underwear to his ankles. He was hard as stone, and it looked big to me – maybe too big. My cheeks became red hot as I took the sight of him in, sex education in school had only ever shown cartoonish genitalia, I took him in my hand and began exploring his body; it was fascinating. I examined how his sack, which was saggy and wrinkly, connected to the smooth hard dick in my hand. I noted the little helmet shape of the tip, which was even softer than the rest of him. He hadn’t shaved like I had, I wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

I pushed him against my little sister’s bed and inched my way closer to him, once in a comfortable position I began stroking him slowly. His deep moans made me smile, I loved being able to please him, to think I was doing it right. I had never given anyone a blow job, and the idea seemed a little off-putting, I was sure I’d choke on it once he was halfway inside. Instead, I licked him. I started at the base, where his sack joined the shaft and licked up toward the tip, he liked that, and I giggled. I kissed the tip. Then I angled him down a bit and planted a row of kisses from the tip to the base on top; having him like this, hearing his reactions and feeling his cock pulse with each heartbeat turned me on, I licked him again and again, but I was too scared to put it in my mouth.

Once he was nice and wet, I began stroking him, his moans became low, breathy whispers of “oh God,” he also grew harder, which I couldn’t believe was even possible. I tried playing with his balls, which he loved, he gasped at my touch and yelped like a puppy. I was amused by his reaction, but it felt weird, so I stuck with just playing with his cock.

Still stroking, I looked into his eyes, “Are you ready?” I asked. He groaned in ecstasy and nodded his head; I stood up and pushed him back onto Reagan’s bed. I hiked my skirt and straddled him, knowing that by sitting on top of him I’d be able to get off pretty quickly if someone walked in. I didn’t stop to think about how it would leave him completely exposed, looking back it would probably have been pretty embarrassing. I was thankful that his erection stood nearly straight up, I took hold of it and slowly guided myself onto him, once he was fully in I put my arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. We were both smiling.

The feeling of Jace inside me is impossible to describe, it was my first time having a real penis, and it was hard, smooth, and soft. It pulsated inside, and it definitely felt way better than then handle of my wooden hairbrush. I’d tried a few different things to masturbate with, my fingers, sharpie markers rubber banded together, eventually settling on the hairbrush; but this was a whole new level of pleasure. I slowly rocked myself back and forth, up and down on him. My heart skipped a few beats when I heard the front door slam, I paused, listening. Reagan was home, and it sounded like her friend Josie was with her. Jace pushed himself up against me, I gasped and focused on the sex again. In the back of my mind, I knew we could get caught at any moment, and it made my heart beat faster, my cheeks and ears burned red with pre-meditated embarrassment. I knew we had to hurry, I didn’t want to get caught, but the risk of it all turned me on.

Soon I was moaning in Jace’s ear, tugging his earlobe with my teeth, and kissing his neck; I did anything I could to keep from being too loud as my body writhed with pleasure.

Suddenly Jace clenched his hands around my waist and held me in place against his hips, he panted heavily in my ear. I felt him spasm inside me, it was unmistakable, such violent pulsations. He’d come inside. When he finished, we looked into one another’s eyes as he caught his breath.

“Did you just..,” I began.

“I’m sorry, you felt too good.”

“I-its okay,” I said, climbing off. I straightened out my skirt as he got dressed; never in my life had I seen anyone get pants on so quickly.

“Holy shit,” he said, “that was amazing.”

“Yeah, I’ve never felt that good.”

“Thank you. I’ve waited for that forever…”

Just then Reagan burst through the door, announcing that dinner was ready before turning and heading right back out. Jace and I exchanged glances and burst into laughter.

“Oh my God,” I said, “that was so close!”

Counter Help

He bent her over and slid his cock in inch by inch. It took several times sliding it back out to get her pussy stretched enough to take his full 11 inches. . .the shaft glistening with her cum as he slid it back and allowed her to adjust her hips. Finally into her he began to fuck nice and slow.

He knew from experience fucking too hard too fast would ruin it, she would be in pain. Instead he worked her lil pussy sweet and slow, sliding it all the way until his balls slapped her spread lips. She was moaning and starting to push back as he fucked her, that was a great sign.

He knew she would be good as soon as he saw her. She had that “wild fuck” look to her. He and a friend came into the pizza parlor for a slice, little did he know he’d be getting a piece too. She was sitting by the register, chewing gum, looking bored. The place was almost empty, a couple of old men sitting and talking in one corner and a couple eating in the other.

His friend and he were both well over 6′ tall, both with short cut blonde hair, blue eyes, muscular build. They tended to look like an Aryan wet dream double header when they walked into a place. She had definitely taken notice of them and started to grin.

He grabbed her hair and pushed her face down on his friends cock as he slid all the way in to her pussy, making her deep throat his 9 inches. She was good, she swallowed them both up and purred for em. Taking her hair tight in his fist he guided her mouth up and down his friends cock, making her suck him like the good little cum slut she was.

Her pussy was so wet it dripped down her legs, she was getting ready. He started fucking her faster now, with a little more force. Her pussy stretched and took him and wanted more. Each time he banged into her all the way her ass rippled from the impact. She had just enough extra ass to make her a good doggy style fuck.

His friend played with her big hanging tits, pulling on her nipples as she sucked his cock. They both laughed and talked about what a good fuck she was. She was eating that shit up. The more they talked, the more she wanted to be the best piece of ass either of them ever had. Each time the cock slammed into her sweet pussy full force, she moaned and sent shivers up his friends cock in her mouth.

She had taken their order and brought their pizza pie in a very professional manner. They had eaten and talked and joked around, always seeing her watching them from the counter. She was grinning ear to ear and the could tell she had something in mind.

She brought them a refill pitcher of beer and sat down with them. The spoke for a few minutes but the real conversation was happening under the table. Her hands were grabbing at both their cocks unseen to the world around them, playing with them, letting them know, it was gonna be a good night. They were up for that.

They were both fucking her fast now, one used her pussy, the other fucked her face. She was cumming, had been for a few minutes, shaking, cunt dripping cum, moaning. They both tore loose on her and began to fuck her like they wanted. Her pussy was stretched enough that the big cock made her whimper in sweet pain as he buried it balls deep over and over. The cock in her mouth was giving her a preview, precum making her mouth taste salty and hot.

The other customers had left a while before when she came back to the table. She told them she had sent the cook home and was gonna lock up the door. They smiled and said OK and she turned to walk away. That was when they first noticed her little jean skirt was gone and she was only wearing the apron on the bottom. Her big sweet ass bare for them to watch.

She looked back and winked at em and locked the door. Pulling the shade down and bent over to make sure it reached the floor and then reached back and spread her cheeks wide for them to get a good open cunt view. Looking around her legs she watched them grinning at her and then walked back into the kitchen, promising to return soon.

Grabbing her hips he fucked her for all he was worth. This girl was gonna be sore tomorrow with the pounding her pussy was taking but he was beyond thinking about that. He watched her sucking his friend off and slammed into her again and again, harder and harder, getting so close to cumming.

She had returned as promised, nude, all smiles. She had sat again at the counter but now so that she could show off for them. Sitting on the stool she turned so that she was facing them and then began to play with her pussy and pull on her nipples. They watched her through a climax and then stood up and went to her, both opening their flies as they went, huge cocks pulled out for her to see.

She looked like she had struck the mother load at the sight of their huge erections. She licked her lips and dropped to her knees immediately and began to suck one and then the other, greedily rubbing them all over her face as she stroked them. They watched her sucking them both off for a few minutes until they were both rock hard and ready to go. Then they pulled her up and bent her over the counter.

His friend walked around to the other side of the counter and slid his cock into her greedy mouth. She started sucking him immediately with great wet sloppy sounds. He spread her cheeks and rubbed his cock head up and down her slit until her wet pussy was ready to start to be fucked.

His friend came first. He groaned and grabbed her hair too and fucked her face a couple of times hard and fast and then pulled out and stroked his cock, sending showers of hot sticky cum all over her face and big tits. She grabbed at his cock and shoved it back into her mouth and sucked the last of his cum out, swallowing it and sucking him deep down, begging for more cum.

He took care of that, growling he slammed his cock into her again and exploded. Gobs of hot sticky cum filling her pussy. He kept fucking and the cum squished out of her and dripped down her legs. He emptied his balls into her and pumped her a couple more times to watch the cum squish out. She collapsed as they both pulled out of her, laying across the counter, panting, grinning.

My first time giving head

This is a story about the first time I was fingered, and giving my first blow job.

I was in my early high school days and as most of the k**s then, I was becoming rather sexually active quickly. I met a guy Dylan he was a year older than me and we were soon dating. At this stage I was still a Virgin for almost everything, well everything except for kissing and having my boobs foundled. After dating a few months we found a spot at school, which was very quiet, we use to meet there in the mornings about 30 mins before school starts, and make out and chat in peace. On weekends we use to meet up as much as posible at the malls, having lunches, watching movies and enjoying each others company.

After a couple of months of dating it was a friday night, and I had organised with my parents to drop me off at the mall to watch movies with my friends, although actually it was to be with my bf. We had done this numerous of times over the last few weeks but on this occasion after greeting him with a kiss, he said let’s rather skip the movie, get a milkshake and walk around and chat. I thought it was rather a good idea. After getting milkshakes we walked through the mall holding each other while walking past looking through the shop windows, which were closed already. We soon got to the entrance/exit for the lower level shops, Dylan wanted to have a smoke so we went outside into the basement parking. While he smoked we continued walking and chatting and soon got to the staircases which lead either lower to more underground parking or back up to the restaurant and area for the movies.

He finished his smoke and then asked if I wanted to go down half a flight of stairs and make out as it was rather quiet here. Which I thought was a great idea. As reaching the middle of the flight of stairs, we turned to face each other and soon our lips met. As we kissed passionately he’s hands squeezing my tight ass, our tounges touching. He soon pulled away and leaned back against the wall, turned me around and pulled me into him so I was standing with my back against his chest. He started kissing my neck while lifting my top a little and running his hands over my belly. I could feel through his pants that his cock was hard, as it pressed against my ass. Soon his hands wondered lower, slowly going underneath my pants, his fingers ran through my pubic hair, as I hadn’t started shaving at this stage yet, till they reached my pussy. He started rubbing up and down my wet pussy, his finger gliding over my clit, as I moaned from the pleasure. I opened my legs slightly more and undid the button on my pants to give his hand a little more freedom, he went lower and soon entered his middle finger into my Virgin pussy.

I turned my head to kiss him while he rubbed my G spot, soon I started moaning as he gave me my first orgasm. My legs went weak, as I almost collapsed to the ground. He removed his hand and I turned around to kiss him, telling him that it felt amazing. I looked at the time afterwards and suggested we head back up as it was almost at my curfew time. We walked up to the top, I gave him a kiss goodbye saying thank you before going out to get in my stepdad’s car. He asked how the movie was, I acted and pretended that I saw one saying it was ok could have been better. Soon home and saying goodnight to my parents, I headed to my room.

Well laying in bed, Dylan and I texted each other chatting about him fingering me and asking if I enjoyed it etc, which I did and I suddenly felt horny again. I decided to rub myself, my pussy was wet and slippery and became more so as I fingered myself. I soon bit onto my pillow as I couldn’t not moan as I brought myself to orgasm again, Before going to sl**p. The next morning I woke up and joined my mom and stepdad for breakfast. Finding out that there were no plans for the day I said I was going to go to my room have a shower and do my homework.

Once in my room and naked, I looked in the mirror, noticing my pubic hairs, after a little thinking I decided I was going trim them as short as possible and see how it would look. I got my scissors out my school bag and hopped into the shower. I trimmed my hairs as short as possible and once done showering looking in the mirror again I much preferred the way it looked and felt. Soon it was Monday and Dylan and I met in our quiet spot at school. We kissed and chatted as we normally did. It was a busy week and the days flew by. Before I knew it, it was Saturday afternoon and I had discussed with my f****y that I was meeting with my friends for movies. I obviously met up with Dylan again. And again we skipped movies, got milkshakes and headed to the spot at the staircase in the basement.

It wasn’t long after we started making out that his hands wondered down my pants, telling me that my pussy felt amazing with less hair on it. He fingered me, rubbing up and down my my clit, bringing me to orgasm. Once catching my breath he asked me if I would give him a blowjob. Being rather nervous and caught totally off guard I replied saying that I can try. He told me it’s not that difficult as he unzipped his pants and took his hard cock out. I kneeled down placing my one hand around the shaft of his cock, moving my head forward soon my mouth over his head. I sucked back and forth on his dick while his hands were on my shoulders. While I was sucking him he said that he hopes it’s ok if he came in my mouth. Not really having much of a choice (well it seemed that way to me) he soon started moaning as I sucked away on his dick, his hand soon squeezed my shoulder and his cum started shooting into my mouth, I stopped moving back and forth stopping, keeping only the head of his cock in my mouth, he quickly gripped his cock and jerked himself to finish his whole load into my mouth. After he had finished in my mouth, and removing his cock,  me being ladylike and not wanting to spit, I swallowed his cum. This made me very nauseous as it tasted really weird.

Nevertheless he was satisfied and happy giving me a passionate kiss saying thank you. Before we went back up stairs….

I sure did enjoy my first time being fingered and my first orgasm. I soon started shaving after that as well. I much preferred the smoother look and feel to my pussy.
However I really didn’t enjoy the taste of cum, and still don’t although I learnt how to deal with it.

The beginning of a brief affair

I can still remember that day so very clearly, I can still hear the rain falling outside and the taste of the sweat on his skin. It was two months after my eighteenth birthday and I had been staying with friends during the school holidays, as I was working in another town a few hours away from home.

The day started out pretty much the same as every other. My supervisor picked me up at 5am and we headed off to work. We drove the hour or so that we drove each way every day, talking, flirting and teasing… it was harmless fun to pass the time I had assured myself – but I knew that there was an attraction between us, at least I was sure of my attraction for him.

My Supervisor was 25 years my senior and married, but for the first time in my life I felt a need, I felt the flush of my arousal race across my skin whenever I thought of him, I could feel myself moisten in expectation in the close confines of the ute every morning and each afternoon. I couldn’t explain it, or understand the attraction I had felt for him, I wasn’t sure if it was just that he was the first man that had actually treated me as a young woman instead of a child, or if it was just a case of a simple crush.

We arrived at work and met up with the other 6 people in our crew, and headed out to start the days jobs, but things quickly changed when the skies opened and we were caught out working in the rain. It was one of those storms that came from nowhere and left behind fallen tress and flash flooding. We all raced in different directions, most went back to their cars and a couple headed for a large tree, but the Supervisor and I were further away and headed straight for a small shed nearby to try and find some shelter from the rain and wind. We were unable to speak to one another, as the heavy rain drowned out even our thoughts as it collided with the tin on the small storage shed.

Every now and then I felt his eyes watching me, only to flick away once I caught him. It took a little while for it to dawn on me that I was standing there with my wet clothes clinging to my body, hiding nothing from his gaze. I turned instantly trying to hide my embarrassment from him, and moved towards the opening of the shed. Surprised at my own shyness I tried to understand why I had turned from him, hadn’t I wanted him to see me like that, to feel his eyes on my flesh, wasn’t this the very moment I had been dreaming about these past few months?

Lost in my thoughts, I jumped the second I felt his fingers brush along the length of my arms before they came to rest on my shoulders. After what seemed like an eternity had passed, his lips softly grazed my neck as his arms came around to pull me closer to his body. At this very moment, there was no longer any denial to the attraction that was between us – I knew I wanted him and I could feel his want pressing against my arse as he pulled me even closer.

The need coursing through my body took over as I pushed myself against him, a small moan passed my lips as his tongue began to trace the path of the rain over my skin, a burning desire clouding my thoughts as his hands slowly came down to cup my breasts. It was one of those perfect moments, as he held me and whispered in my ear how long he had dreamt of this, how many times he had thought of just taking me instead of taking me home each afternoon, and then just how much he wanted me and the things he wanted to do. I clung to him as I felt the first waves of pleasure rush over my body, just from his lips on my neck, and his hard cock pushing against my arse, as he whispered to me everything I wanted to hear.

Coming back down from my little high, I noticed that the rain had slowed and feared that this would signify the end of our encounter. And it was. Outside the shed we could hear some of the others that we worked with coming out of their hiding places, and the moment passed.

His hands fell away from me and he stepped back to rearrange himself before he headed out from our own hiding place. Just as he approached the door, he stopped and pulled me to him once more his mouth almost on my own…

“Next time, we will do this properly”

And then his lips were on mine. The passion that was building during this kiss threaten to engulf me, and the fires were fanned as he moaned into my mouth, but it seemed as soon as that kiss began it was over and he was no longer standing there in the seclusion of the shed with me.

The next hour passed in a blur, as the scene replayed in my head over and over again. The memory of his lips on my neck sent a blush across my skin. I checked to make sure no one was watching me as I didn’t want to have to explain what was going on, but I caught his gaze once again and a smile crossed those very lips that I was thinking of, my blush deepened and all I could hear was his laughter.

We surveyed the damage, and the decision was made that it was too wet to work so we all packed up for the day and were preparing to make our way back home again. I was nervous about the hour-long journey back to town, so I silently sat in the ute and kept my eyes straight ahead on the road. He seemed to understand my nervousness and kept quiet and never made an issue of it. We were 30 minutes from the outskirts of town, when he did finally break the silence.

“Do you want me too?”

It was a softly spoken question, almost hesitant and his eyes never left the road as he waited for my reply. I looked over at him, watching his fingers grip the steering wheel tighter and remembered the feel of them on my skin, and I knew I did. All I could do was nod and slide myself closer to him on the seat. A smile touched his lips once more as he put his arm around me. I was enjoying the closeness, and took the opportunity to drive him as crazy as he drove me earlier.

Watching the look of sheer concentration, his determination to keep his eyes on the road, I twisted myself around a little and as my lips met his neck, my hands found his zipper. I heard him tell me a couple of times that he was going to end up hitting a tree if I kept this up, but I seen this as a challenge – he told me before that he had wanted to pull over and take me on the side of the road, and I was trying to see if I could get him to that point.

We were now 15 minutes from town, and I had still not been able to get him to pull over. I wanted him so much at this point, that I just didn’t want him to take me home and pick me back up again in the morning, and with that thought in mind, I replaced my hand on his cock with my mouth. Within seconds I smiled to myself as I felt the ute slow and then stop on the side of the road. I never stopped, but I did feel him moving – trying to get something out of his pocket.

So there we were, parked on the side of the road… my head in his lap, one of his hands gripping my head and the other holding his phone as he tried to keep it together long enough to tell his wife that he would not be back in tonight as he got caught by a washed out bridge.

I swallowed his cum and she swallowed his lie, and then he pulled me back up beside him again, kissed me and turned the ute around. I looked at him questioningly and he explained that his family owned a farm about 2 hours away and that his brothers would not ask any questions…

Her first date ends through the back door

She stood in front of the mirror and stared long and hard at her reflection. She put her hand in her hair and ruffled it up and down, pouting her lips and opening her eyes wide. Katya had always been insecure about her looks, but for absolutely no reason, since she was a wonderful looking young girl. She was 19 years old, had long deadly straight shoulder length brown hair and tanned skin, inherited from the Portuguese side of her family, her mother’s side.

It was her first date with Mark, who had asked her out in a café the previous week. She had been sitting there reading over some law books for an upcoming exam and he had come over, asked if he could sit with her and they had started chatting. He had asked for her number and after exchanging some texts, they had decided to meet. He was a nice looking guy and it wasn’t as if she had anything better to do on a Friday night. Her Friday nights had been doomed to studying law books and it enraged her that her social life had developed into such a state of nothingness.

Katya blew a kiss to her parents and left the front door, swinging her keys in her hand as she did so. Outside Mark sat in his car, the music blasting, he smoked a cigarette and when he saw her slender body making its way down the driveway towards him, he flicked it out of the window and watched it land on the pavement.

She jumped in and smiled at him “Hi you” she giggled, her strawberry scented perfume filling the car. She was wearing a white dress and underneath thick black tights, which showed perfectly the curves of her wonderful young body. Mark couldn’t take his eyes off her.

After a dinner, a bottle of wine and a long conversation in the local Italian, Mark drove her back to her place. Her parents had gone out for the evening and she asked if he would like to come in. He smiled and agreed.

Inside he took a seat on the sofa and ushered her over to sit next to him. Shy turned a slight shade of red and shyly came over and took a seat on the corner of the sofa. He leaned forward and kissed her. She barely responded, nerves getting the better of her.

“Come on, Katya” he said emphatically.

“I’m just… I’m just a bit new to this” she laughed nervously, looking down at the sofa, studying the patterned pillows.

He slipped a hand underneath her dress and pressed against her tight covered crotch. She gasped and jumped backwards, shocked at how rapidly he had come on to her.

“Woah, woah!” she laughed.

“It’s that time of the month I’m afraid!” she said. She turned an even deeper shade of red from embarrassment about having blurted that out.

“Then maybe you’ll show me your cute little arse?” He asked cheekily.

She burst out laughing and gave him an expression of “Are you mad?”

He looked at her lustily and asked her to turn over, pull up her dress and lie face down on the sofa. She looked at him astonished. Was he being serious? She didn’t know what to do or say. She was so caught in the moment that she turned and nervously lay down on the sofa, hitching up the back of her cute white dress, exposing her behind covered in the thick black tights she had bought and put on before coming out this evening.

Mark smiled at her and placed a hand on her arse. He slowly pulled down her black tights and with it the light green panties she was wearing. He could hear her gasping in shock. She was almost paralysed in the moment. He spread her arse cheeks apart with two hands and stared in admiration at her cute little arsehole. He licked a finger and ran it around the pink hole which was now winking at him. She moaned in pleasure, completely overcome by the moment. He slipped a finger inside her arsehole and she tightened up and gasped… “Uhhhh god….” She moaned.

Mark moved his hand down to his belt and unhooked it…. He was going to finish this job properly…

Katja turned her head, looked up at him and a look of shock spread across her face. He reached for belt, unbuckled it and slid it off his trousers, slowly. He put his penis at the entrance of her wonderfully tight little arsehole and pressed… She seized up and shouted “Woah woah woah, stop!!!” He whispered in her ear “Go with it Katya”…. “Just go with it”….

His cock eased slowly into her tight arsehole and he moaned as he felt the tight sphincter walls close in around his shaft. At this point, Katya was gasping, holding the side of the sofa and moaning into a pillow. He pushed until he was almost up to his balls inside her virgin arse and then slowly pulled back out again.  She turned and looked at him and he had a pure lust in his eyes. He wanted her so badly. He showed her his cock, which was rock hard, bouncing up and down in front of her face, glistening from the pre-cum which had oozed out as he had explored the inside of her wonderful arse. He spread her arse again and placed his cock at the entrance, pushing himself in this time faster, right up to his balls. She gasped again and her knuckles turned white as she grabbed one of the pillows. He began a rhythmic in and out motion, his balls slapping away on her arse-cheeks as she moaned in a mixture or pleasure and shock…. Thrusting her hips and arse up into the air….