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Categories Fiction, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Consensual Sex

Author: Tina_Kerr_36

Published: 04 August 2019

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I grew up in a small Texas town of 3,100 people. My dad was a Church of Christ minister and my mom was a teacher. Needless to say, I couldn’t jaywalk without them hearing about it.

They were both killed in a car accident, so I had to go live with my aunt in Dallas. She got a lot of life insurance money when her husband died in a work-related accident, so she didn’t have to work. Instead, she stayed drunk 24/7/365. Most of the time, even when she wasn’t passed out, she hardly knew I existed.

I should have been having the time of my life, but I didn’t know my way around Dallas, and I wasn’t old enough to get my driver’s license anyway. To make matters worse, she wouldn’t give me any money, so when I needed something from the store, I had to pinch money out of her purse. She never missed it.

An old man lived next door. Sometimes, I would see him out mowing his lawn or swimming in his pool. The neighbor on the right had a privacy fence as did the neighbor on the other side of him. There was only a short chain-link fence between our yard and his.

One day, when I was sitting on the back porch feeling particularly depressed, he got out of his pool and walked up to the fence, “You look like you’re absolutely miserable.”

“You have no idea” I told him.

“What’s wrong, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Nothing really. I’m just bored.”

He nodded, “Well, you’re welcome to use my pool anytime you want.”

I smiled at him and thanked him for his offer. “I will take you up on that. Is right now too soon?”

“Not at all. Just hop the fence and enjoy yourself.”

* * *

My bikini in place and a towel in hand, I climbed over the short fence and was in the pool within seconds. God! It was wonderful. I wasn’t paying any attention to anything but the cool water on my body. When I did look around, the old man was sitting in the shade of an umbrella with a drink in his hand.

I decided to confront him, so I swam to that end of the pool and called out, “Did you invite me over here just so you could watch me in my swimsuit?”

He let out a chuckle, “No, but it is a nice bonus. You’ve already made my day.”

“Well, at least you’re honest about it. And by the way, you made my day too. Your pool is wonderful.”

“Well there you have it then. It’s a win-win situation. You get to swim and I get to gawk at a sexy young woman in a bikini. How do you know Linda?”

“She’s my aunt. My parents . . . a car accident. They both died, so I have to live with her.”

“I’m sorry to hear about your parents. Does Linda treat you okay?”

I laughed, “Hell, she doesn’t treat me at all. Most of the time she doesn’t even know I’m here. She’s always drunk.”

“Yeah, I expected as much.”

I got out and joined him under the umbrella, “What are you drinking?”

“Jack Black on the rocks.”

I grew up in a dry county, so I didn’t know much about booze. “That’s whiskey, right?”

“Yes. Have you ever tasted whiskey?”

I nodded, “I’ve sneaked a drink or two from my aunt’s bottle of Jim Beam when she was passed out.”

He winced, “Jim Beam is the cheap shit. It’s too sweet for me. I prefer Jack Daniel’s. It costs more, but it tastes a lot better.”

“I didn’t drink it straight like you are. I mixed it with orange juice. It tasted terrible, but it seemed to help with my depression a little.”

He shuddered noticeably, “Gezz, that sounds terrible. You should have mixed it with Coke.”

I shrugged, “I didn’t know. By the way, I’m Gina. What’s your name?”

“I’m Paul” and he reached across the table to shake my hand. “Nice to meet you. So Gina, would you like to try a little Jack and Coke? Oh wait! How old are you, sixteen, seventeen?”

I laughed out loud, “Try fourteen.”

His eyes shot open, “Wow! I would have never guessed you’re that young—not in a million years.”

“Can I still have that drink? If not, I’ll go get some of my aunt’s.”

He pondered that for a few seconds, “I guess so, as long as you don’t tell anyone.”

I chuckled, “Who the hell would I tell? I don’t know anyone but my aunt . . . and now you.”

“Okay” he said as he got to his feet, “I guess one won’t hurt.”

When he got back outside, he had a fresh drink for himself and one for me. When I took a sip, I had to agree it was a lot better. Of course it was mixed with Coke instead of OJ. “It’s good.”

“I knew you’d like it better than Jim Beam and orange juice. Ukkk”

By the time I was finished with that drink, my extremities were already tingling. “Wow! That’s good stuff. Would you mind terribly if I have one more?”

“I really shouldn’t. I don’t want you going home drunk.”

I rolled my eyes, “Like Aunt Lush would know.” And then an idea came to me, “I’ll make you a deal. If you let me have another drink, I’ll go back in the pool so you can gawk at me some more.”

Paul laughed out loud, “You don’t have to do that, but I have to admit, looking at you in that bikini makes your offer tempting—very tempting.”

I giggled, “Then I’ll let you look all you want.”

“Well, I can resist anything except temptation, so okay.” And he took my glass into the house. He returned two minutes later with a fresh drink and handed it to me.

After taking a couple of sips, I got up and walked slowly to the pool and walked down the steps into the water. I’d never felt so naughty in my life, but it was fun.

My body was really tingling later when I walked up the steps and out of the pool. Paul was staring at me intently. I don’t know how I got the courage to be so bold, but I walked right up in front of him, tilted my head back, closed my eyes and held my arms out from my sides. “Look all you want.”

I stood there like that for maybe a full minute before picking up my glass. I was still standing right in front of him. I looked at his eyes while I sipped from the glass. “You like?” I asked him. Of course, I knew I had a nice body. My legs were long, slender and toned. My 34 C tits weren’t bad either.

“Absolutely! You’re gorgeous!”

I giggled, and then sat down and continued sipping my drink. Even before I was finished with it, my body was tingling all over. “So, Paul, tell me, what do I have to do to earn one more?”

He seemed to actually be considering it. I could almost see the smoke coming out of his ears. After half a minute, he asked, “Are you serious?”


Finally, he said, “I’m trying very hard not to be a dirty old man.”

I found it funny that this old man was practically eating out of my hand. “Paul, if you’re a dirty old man at heart, then why are you trying so hard to hide it?”

His tone was serious when he said, “You’re only fourteen, for Christ’s sake.”

Without those two drinks, I would have never been bold enough to do what I did next. I stood up, reached behind me and unclasped my bikini top. I didn’t let it fall off though. Instead, I held it in place with my arm across my tits, and showed him a naughty grin, “It’s going to be hard to hold my top in place while I’m swimming.”

Paul’s eyes were as big as saucers. When he regained his composure, he took our empty glasses inside. When he came out, I was in the pool. My bikini top was draped over the back of my chair. The look on his face made me wish I had a camera.

When Paul sat my drink on the table, I took a deep breath and then walked up the steps and over to the umbrella. I immediately grabbed my bikini top and put it on. Then, I looked over to him and grinned, “That should earn me another drink or two.”

When he’d recuperated enough, he said, “If you keep doing things like that, you can have all you want.”

I giggled, “If I get too drunk, you may have to help me back over the fence.”

* * *

Actually, I had two more drinks, but I didn’t feel really drunk. I just had a really nice buzz. In fact, I was feeling good enough to tease Paul a little. “So Paul, are mine the first fourteen-year-old tits you’ve seen?”

He cleared his throat, “Uh . . . yes.”


After thinking about it for only a few seconds, he said “They look incredible.”

“Just so you know, you’re the only person I’ve ever let see them . . . well, at least other than other girls in the shower after gym class, but they don’t really count, now do they?”

“I’m honored.”

“It’s really hot out here, even in the shade. I’m about ready to take another quick dip and I’m trying to decide if I should wear my bikini top into the pool this time. What do you think?”

He didn’t hesitate, “I vote for you leaving it on your chair.”

I giggled, “Oh, does Paul want to see my fourteen year old tits again?”

“He does . . . I do.”

I took a big gulp of my drink, and then stood up and stepped in front of him with my back to him. “You do the honors.” I could feel his hands shaking, but he finally managed to get my bikini top unclasped. Then I walked into the pool without turning to face him.

When I got out after a couple of minutes was a different matter. I walked right up to him and just stood there and let him ogle my tits. God, that made my pussy wet and start to tingle. My nipples were hard and poking out. I stood there for probably two minutes before holding out my hand for my bikini top. I was about to put it on when I thought better of it. I sat down still topless and began sipping my drink again.

“I should probably go home. I’m starting to get a little hungry.”

“I could order pizza or Chinese or something.”

I giggled, “I take it you’re not tired of looking at my tits yet.”

He chuckled, “Hell, I’ll never get tired of that.”

“Okay, I like meat lover’s pizza.”

“I’ll be right back.”

But I got up and followed him. “I really, really need to pee.”

When we got inside, he pointed me down the hall. Alone in the bathroom, my brain was spinning. I whispered to myself, “Shit, Gina. You can have anything you want from him, and it doesn’t hurt you at all. He’s putty in your hands. He’ll give you anything you want, maybe even money.”

When I crawled back over the fence late that evening, I was feeling very tipsy, but not really drunk. I’d let him see my bare tits a couple more times, and he gawked at them each time like it was the first time he’d seen them.

I learned that Paul was fifty-two years old. He’d owned a nightclub for fifteen years and it did very well, so he’d managed to squirrel away a good piece of change. He sold it when he was forty-eight, and cleared enough from the sale to retire comfortably.

Paul wasn’t a handsome man at all, but he wasn’t ugly either. He was five-eleven, a hundred sixty pounds, and his once blonde hair had turned to pure white. I loved his quick wit. He made me laugh a lot and because I could explore the sexual side of me that had been so long repressed, I felt as though I was getting a mulligan on life. I could choose what to do with it.

I didn’t get up until almost eleven the next morning. Surprisingly, aside from a slight headache, I wasn’t hung over at all. The Lush was just leaving when I walked into the kitchen. She said she was going to the store, and then she was gone. She didn’t even ask me if I needed anything, so I assumed she was going to the liquor store for more booze.

I’d never smoked, but I was feeling rebellious, so I swiped a pack of her cigs and headed out to the back porch. When I lit the first one and inhaled, I coughed and gagged for a long time. “Shit, how can people do this?” But I knew kids in my previous school who did, so I kept at it. Three cigs in, I wasn’t coughing any more.

“I didn’t know you smoke. Those things will kill you.” Paul said from across the fence.

I showed him a smile, “I just feel like it.”

He shrugged and threw up his hands in surrender, “They’re your lungs.”

“I’m going to go in and put on my swimsuit. I’ll be over in a few minutes.”

When I got over to Paul’s yard, the first thing I noticed was an ashtray on the table under the umbrella. I had brought the cigs and book of matches with me, so I put them on the table before jumping into the pool.

When Paul came out of the house and saw me in the pool, he waved and called out with a smile, “How’s the water?”

“Wonderful!” I called back.

He walked over and sat under the umbrella and watched me, so when I was finished swimming, I got out and teased him, “Enjoying the view?”

He grinned, “You have no idea.”

“So, how about a drink?”

He glanced at his watch, “It’s only noon-thirty. Don’t you think it’s a little early to start drinking?”

I shook my head with a shrug, “I don’t have any plans for today.”

Dutifully, he got up and went inside, returning a few minutes with two glasses. When he handed me my drink, he said “I’m going to have to make a trip to the liquor store.”

“I’ll come with you. I want to get some more cigs and a lighter. I just have to wait till the Lush gets home so I can lift some money out of her purse.”

He laughed, “You don’t have to do that. I’ll buy them for you.”

I took a drink from my glass and lit a cig. “Ahhh, that’s awfully sweet of you, Paul, but I don’t want charity. I’ll bet I can think of some way to pay you. I was thinking of working on my tan later, and I don’t want to get tan lines . . . any tan lines, if you get my meaning.”

His tone was scolding when he said, “Gina, you don’t have to do that. I can afford it. You don’t have to pay me.”

“Thanks, but I insist.”

Paul let out a chuckle and shrugged, “Okay, but I may die from a heart attack.”

“I really doubt that.”

And then his tone sounded more serious when he said, “Gina, you said I was the first one, other than the girls in your P.E. class to see you topless, is that the truth. I hope you feel that you can be honest with me.”

“Yes, Paul. That was the absolute truth.”

“Then you’re a virgin.”

“Yes, I’ve never even kissed a boy. It was a small town, and my parents were very strict. Why do you ask?”

He shrugged again, “I don’t know. It just seems like you’re . . . I don’t know . . .”


“Yeah, that’s the word I was looking for. You’re just really bold for a teenage girl who hasn’t had any experience at all.”

“After my parents died, I just said, ‘fuck it. I’m going to finally have some fun being me. You’re just the first opportunity I’ve had to experiment a little. Until yesterday, I was beginning to feel like I didn’t care if I lived or died. I was even thinking of taking a bunch of pills or something. So, in a way, you saved my life.”

“Wow! Please don’t ever think about that again—not even for a second. And, just so you know, I love watching you experiment. What red-blooded man wouldn’t? I may be old, but I’m not dead.”

“In that case, why don’t we head to the store?” And I drained the last of my drink.

“Okay, how long do you need to get ready?”

“I’m ready now.” I said with a giggle.

“You . . . you don’t want to put something . . . more on?”

I laughed, “What’s the matter? Are you afraid of being seen with a fourteen-year-old girl in a bikini? If anyone asks, just tell them I’m you niece or something.”

“It’s not that. It’s just that I might wrap us around a telephone pole.”

I laughed again, “You’ll just have to muster up the will to keep your eyes on the road.”

“That’s going to be easier said than done.”

I got up and looked down at him, “Just keep in mind what I’m going to do when we get back—tanning, remember? That should keep your mind occupied.”

* * *

It was a real hoot in the grocery store where we bought the cigs and Cokes.. Paul seemed really embarrassed by me being with him in just my bikini. When he got back in the car from the liquor store, I had to laugh. He’d purchased two half gallons of Jack Daniel’s. I teased him, “Paul, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re planning to ply me with alcohol and take advantage of me.”

He just showed me a devilish grin, “Maybe.”

* * *

During the drive back to his house, I took off my bikini top. When he glanced my way, he did almost run off the road. “What are you doing?”

“Just getting ready to lay out in the sun.” And then I raised my butt and slipped my bikini bottoms down and off. “Surely you didn’t think I was kidding about sunbathing totally nude, did you?”

“No, but I did think you’d wait until you’re in the backyard before getting naked.”

“You really don’t get it, do you, Paul?”

“Get what?”

We were just pulling into his garage, so I said, “I’ll tell you when we get inside.” And then I got out and waited at the door for him.

Inside, he showed me into his den and showed me his wet bar. While he was fixing each of us a drink, I said, “You don’t get how liberating it is to be able to do anything I want—what with my strict, overprotective parents and all. And besides, I love the way seeing my body makes your eyes bug out.” And I let out a hearty laugh.

He wasn’t being shy about gawking at my naked body. When he finally looked up at my face, he said in a low, reverent tone, “Pardon my language, but you are fucking stunning.”

“Why thank you.” I said as I was walking around to his side of the wet bar. Once there, I threw my arms around his neck and gave him a warm kiss on the lips.

“You know, this could land me in jail for the rest of my life, don’t you?”

So I gave him another warm kiss and purred in his ear, “Then I suggest you don’t tell anyone.”

* * *

When I finished that drink, Paul fixed me another. I carried it outside and placed it under a lounge chair so it would be in the shade. I adjusted the chair into a semi-inclined position, and then lay down. I had just put on my sunglasses when Paul walked right up to the foot of my lounge chair. He was just standing there staring at my naked body.

His boldness caused a tingle in my pussy and it grew moist. “I’m glad you’re getting over your shyness. I like it when you look at me like that.”

“Just be careful not to burn.” And then he carried his drink over and sat in the shade of the umbrella.

After about fifteen minutes, I took a big gulp of my drink and then adjusted the chair into a fully reclined position. And then I lay down on my stomach.

When I thought another fifteen minutes had passed, I got up and took my drink over to where Paul was sitting. After standing right in front of him for about a minute, I sat on the other side of the table from him. “I don’t think that was too long for my first time, do you?”

He shook his head, “Nah, I think it was about right. You’ll know in the morning.”

When he heard me giggle, he asked, “What?”

“I was just thinking . . . if I burned, you’ll have to buy some cream and rub it into every inch of my skin.”

When he didn’t say anything, I teased, “Has a cat got your tongue?”

He chuckled, “No, I was just trying to conjure up an image of me doing that to you.”

“You should probably wait to conjure up that image until you’re alone in your room.” I said with a giggle.

“Oh, I promise you I will do exactly that.”

After taking another sip of my drink and lighting a cig with the new Zippo lighter he’d bought for me, I said, “Paul?”


“Are you ever going to kiss me—not like earlier, but a real proper kiss—a French kiss?”

“Gina! I don’t think we--”

“Bullshit! Sooner or later I’m going to go on dates with boys my own age. I’m sure they will want to kiss me like that. Unless someone teaches me, how am I supposed to know how to do it? And, I want that someone to be you.”

He looked around nervously, “What if your Aunt looks out the window?”

I giggled, “I doubt she’d even recognize me, but if that’s what’s bothering you. We can go inside. I need a fresh drink anyway.”

Paul didn’t say anything for a really long time, and then he said in a pensive voice, “If you’re sure that’s what you really want, then I will do it, but only if you’re really sure.”

I stood up, “Great! Then let’s go inside.” I didn’t wait on him. I went into the house and straight to the den. I was sitting at his wet bar when he entered the room, so I stood up and faced him.

When he stepped up in front of me, he moved in and lifted my chin. Just as he started to lean down to kiss me, I stopped him. “If I was your girlfriend, you’d probably be holding me, right?”

“I guess.”

“Then hold me like you would a girlfriend.”

He looked nervous as hell, but he finally put one hand on my back and drew me closer. I grabbed his other hand and placed it squarely on my butt. “That’s better. Now kiss me.”

I could feel him shaking, but he leaned in and gave me a warm kiss on the lips. And then he pressed his lips to mine more firmly. I instinctively parted my lips and teeth, and he slid his tongue into my mouth. When I began swirling my tongue around his, he moaned into my open mouth. God! That kiss made my pussy tingle and moisten.

A full minute or more later, he pulled back and looked into my eyes for a reaction. I showed him a smile, “That was way cool. I really enjoyed it. Now, I expect you to do that at least a few times every day. Understand?”

He grinned and then kissed me again. This time, he moved his other hand down to my butt and started kneading my naked flesh with both hands. He pulled my lower half firmly to him, and I could feel his dick poking me in the belly. I had to force myself to hold my giggle until after that very long kiss ended.


“I could feel your dick poking me.”

His face got really red, but then he just shrugged and said, “That’s the effect you have on me.”

I was just about to tease him, but thought better of it. I showed him a warm smile, “I’m glad. That makes me very happy, and by the way, it made my pussy tingle.”

* * *

It was two days later when I decided to set the hook on Paul, even more than I had already. I’d been totally naked around him several times, and I was today as well. We were sitting in the shade of the umbrella sipping our drinks. When I finished mine and put out my cigg, I stood up and led him into the house and straight to the wet bar.

I didn’t have to tell him what I wanted, and he mixed me a fresh drink without comment. But when he handed it to me, I led him over to the sofa and had him sit. And then I straddled his lap facing him.

“Paul, I want to experience what it feels like when someone other than me touches my tits. Will you do that for me?”

His jaw dropped, so I gave him a passionate kiss. When I pulled back, I said, “Pretty please.”

He looked flustered, “Gina, I appreciate the offer and I’m honored, but I don’t think--”

I put a finger to his lips to silence him. “Don’t think. Just do it.” And I gave him another deep kiss.

Finally, Paul relented and put his hands on both of my tits. “Oh my God!” I moaned. “I knew it would feel different and great, but Holy Shit, that’s incredible.” I wasn’t lying either. It did feel wonderful. I was almost tempted to let him suck them, but I decided to take baby steps with him.

Later, Paul ordered Chinese. He chuckled when I took my seat at the table, “Are you really going to eat naked?”

“Sure, why not—unless you’re tired of looking at me.”


“I appreciate the food, Paul. The Lush doesn’t tell me when lunch or dinner is ready. I have to look through the fridge for her leftovers.”

Paul shook his head, “That’s terrible. Just so you know, I’m a pretty decent cook. You can have lunch and dinner with me every day. It’ll be fun cooking for someone else again. It’s been years.”

I giggled, “What about breakfast? When I stay over here, I expect breakfast.”

“Stay over here?”

“Unless I’m not welcome. The Lush won’t even know I’m not there, and if she does notice, she won’t give a shit.”

“You’re welcome any time, of course. I’ll straighten up the guest room.”

Hearing that made me laugh out loud for a long time.


“Paul, Paul, my dear sweet Paul. When I stay over here, I will sleep in your bed with your arms around me or I won’t stay at all.”

“Uh, well . . . we’ll see.”

* * *

The following morning, I thought it was time to give Paul a little test. I told him, “I need to find a job that’s not too far to walk to. I’m tired of being broke, and sooner or later, the Lush is going to get wise to me stealing her money. I’d like to buy some new clothes that fit my newfound sexual side, and stuff like that.”

We were just sitting out in the shade drinking ice tea. He got up and offered me his hand. When I took it, he pulled me to my feet and put a hand on each of my shoulders. And then in a compassionate tone, he said, “Gina, you don’t have to get a job. I’m not exactly what I would call rich, but I am fairly well off. I will start giving you a decent allowance—enough to buy clothes and things. It’s the least can do for you. After all, you make me feel twenty years younger, and I love spending time with you. Will a couple of hundred a week get you by?”

I was able to will myself to tear up, but I managed. I pretended to be too emotional to speak right away. Finally, I sniffled and said, “Paul, that’s a very generous offer, but I just wouldn’t feel right about it. I love spending time with you and teasing you and getting you all hot and bothered. I don’t expect anything in return but a meal now and then.”

“Nonsense!” He said sternly. “I’m not doing it for you. I’m doing it for my own selfish reasons. Now, I insist. I won’t take no for an answer, and when you want to go to the mall or wherever, all you have to do is say so and I’ll drive you.”

I threw my arms around his neck and got on my tiptoes to give him a very long, very passionate kiss. When our kiss ended, I said, “I know it’s early, but I could really use a drink.”

“You know where the wet bar is and now you know how to mix them. Help yourself anytime you want.” And then he surprised me by reaching into the pocket of his shorts and pulling out a key. When he handed it to me, he said, “I had this made for you. It’s to the back door, just in case I’m gone somewhere.”

“Shit, Paul, I need to go get a drink before I start bawling.” And I turned and went into the house.

* * *

That evening, while I was on my knees straddling his lap with him kneading my tits, I told him it was okay if he wanted to suck them. He didn’t hesitate. God! Talk about amazing! The second he sucked my nipple into his mouth, my whole body came alive with pleasurable sensations. There must be a nerve that goes from my nipples to my clit, because it came alive too. While he was sucking on one of my nipples, I told him, “You know, one of these days fairly soon, I’m going to want you to fuck me.”

His head jerked back and his whole body stiffened. “We . . . we can’t do that. I’m old enough to be your--”

I put a finger to his lips to shut him up. “You’re old enough to be my very handsome, distinguished, knight in shining armor and my best friend who just happens to be the man I have the hots for. Besides, do you want some randy teenage boy who doesn’t know any more about sex than me to pop my cherry? I think not. I want it to be someone who I have feelings for and trust, and someone who knows enough to teach me. I choose you, and just like you said about giving me an allowance, I won’t take no for an answer. The only problem is, I’m not on birth control. I can’t stand the idea of you using a condom. When the time comes, I want to feel you inside me, not some flimsy piece of rubber.”

“Oh wow, Gina. I don’t know what to say. Are you sure?”

“Yes, Paul. I’m a hundred percent sure. I’m not ready for that yet though, but I will be before long, so I need to get prepared.”

Paul helped me off of his lap and headed for the wet bar. He took my empty glass and refilled it, and then he filled his glass all the way up with Jack. I teased him, saying with a giggle, “Oh, someone needs something to calm his nerves, huh?”

“Ya think?”

* * *

The next day, I got my period, so I couldn’t go totally nude or go swimming. When I told Paul, he just grew red in the face and said, “Oh.”

I giggled, “Don’t worry, you can still play with my tits.”

Paul called his doctor and explained my situation to him. The doctor told him it was illegal for him to hook me up with birth control pills without permission of a parent or guardian. He suggested Paul call Planned Parenthood, which he did. Sure enough, they could hook me up.

Paul drove me there after my period ended, and after a brief exam and an explanation of the waiting period for having sex after starting birth control pills, I was all set.

On the drive back to his house, I asked him, “So, have you come to terms with the idea of fucking me?”

He shrugged, “Not really, but I guess there’s nothing I can do about it. Once you make up your mind to do something, it’s impossible for me to say no.”

I giggled, “You’re learning.”

* * *

When we got back to his house and were outside in the shade sipping our drinks and I was smoking, I told him, “You know; just because I have my period doesn’t mean we can’t do other things.”

He snapped his head around to look at me, “What things?”

“You can teach me how to give a blowjob.”

“A blow--”

My laughing stopped him. He had the most precious look on his face. “Yes, a blowjob. That’s something else I need to learn, isn’t it?”

“Well yes, but . . .”

“But nothing, Paul. I need to learn how to do it right, and since you’re my teacher, it’s up to you to teach me.”

I didn’t wait for him to respond. “I’m going to fix myself another drink. I’ll be waiting for you in the den. Don’t keep me waiting long.”

I chuckled to myself when he got to his feet immediately and followed me into the house. A couple of minutes later, I was straddling his lap again and he was kneading my tits and sucking my nipples. That always made him hard and me hot to trot.

After about five minutes, I could feel his hard dick poking my ass, so I got up and said, “Lose the shorts, mister.”

He hesitated for a few seconds, but he finally complied. And that’s when I saw a hard dick for the first time—well, any dick for that matter. I got on my knees between legs and looked at it. I thought it was beautiful.

Paul let out a moan when I slid my hand around his shaft. It was warm and I could feel every beat of his heart. “Oooo, I like.” I cooed. There was a small drop of clear liquid coming out of his pee hole, “What’s this, pee?” He explained about precum, so I looked up with a naughty grin and said, “See, that’s why I need a teacher.”

I extended my tongue and licked the liquid off the head of his dick, which garnered me another moan from him. After licking around and over its engorged head, I put my mouth over it and continued running my tongue over and around it. He let out several more moans while I was doing that. I really, really loved the feel of his warm dick in my mouth and against my tongue.

Finally, I started trying to work more of it into my mouth. It wasn’t easy. It was so thick, it really stretched my jaws open. That made me doubt that it would fit in my pussy. I’d put my fingers inside myself dozens if not hundreds of times, and found my pussy to be very tight around them even when I was really wet and excited.

I managed to get about half of his shaft into my mouth. When he didn’t say anything, I pulled back and grinned up at him, “Hey, aren’t you supposed to be telling me what to do?”

“Uh . . . yeah, right . . . sorry. Put your hand around the base and take as much of it in your mouth as you can. Then bob your head up and down and move your hand up and down at the same time.”

It took me a bit to get the hang of it, but I finally did. “Just tighten your grip a little and keep doing what you’re doing. You’re a quick learner. That feels amazing.”

I kept stroking his shaft, and while pulling back, I asked him, “How long before it shoots off?”

“It won’t be long if you keep doing that. I’ll warn you before it starts so you can pull away. Just remember to keep stroking it.

“I didn’t think I was supposed to pull away. The girls at school said boys want them to keep sucking until he is finished shooting.”

Paul grinned, “They’re right, but this is your first time, so I’ll understand.”

I was still stroking him when I said, “Hey, I want to learn to do it right, so I might as well start now.” And then I put my mouth back on his dick and pushed down until I couldn’t get any more of it in my mouth. There was still plenty for me to stroke.

It was only another five minutes or so when he warned me, “I’m getting close.” So I braced myself for what I thought was going to happen. Sure enough, a few seconds later, I felt his dick pulse, and some of his stuff hit the back of my throat. Even though I knew it was going to happen, it still startled me.

I had to back off to swallow once, but then went right back to sucking and stroking his beautiful dick. It was still shooting when I started to gag and had to back off.

“That’s okay. Just keep stroking it until I’m finished.”

When he was done, my hand was a mess, but I didn’t care. His stuff didn’t taste bad, but it did feel funny in my mouth. I looked up at him and said, “I’m sorry I couldn’t swallow it all. There was so much of it, I started gagging.”

He let out a chuckle and said, “That’s quite alright, Gina. You did great, especially for your first time. I cum a lot, so not many women can swallow it all. Now, let me up and I’ll get you a washcloth.”

“That’s okay. I need to pee anyway. I’ll wash up in the sink.”

Fortunately, I’d known my period was coming, so on our last trip to the grocery store, I bought a box of pads to keep at his house. He didn’t seem to mind.

While going pee, I said quietly to myself, “Well there ya go, Gina. If you didn’t own him before, you surely do now.”

It wasn’t like it was some big sacrifice or anything. I loved seeing and touching his hard dick, and I especially loved sucking it, even when he shot off in my mouth. I not only didn’t mind, but it made me really hot and bothered.

* * *

Over the next few days, I gave Paul several blowjobs. After one, while we were just sitting on his sofa sipping drinks, I said, “The girls at my former school say that the average dick is six inches long. Is that right?”

“Yes, that’s about right.”

“So, how long is yours? I’m guessing it’s longer than that.”

That made him let out a hearty laugh, and then he said, “Yes, Gina, mine is longer than that, just under nine inches, but it’s quite a bit thicker than average too.”

I giggled, “You don’t have to tell my jaws that. Also, the girls say that boys love it when a girl can deepthroat them. I don’t understand how that’s possible.”

“Well, at least with one that is longer than your mouth is deep, you have to learn to let the head plop into your throat. The problem is the gag reflex, but I’ve felt the head of my dick hit the back of your mouth many times, and it didn’t cause you to gag at all. That means that you don’t have a sensitive gag reflex, if you have one at all.”

“I want to try it.”

“Okay, I’ll try to help you, but we’ll need to have a receptacle handy for if it makes you throw up.”

“You’re right. Up to this point, you hitting the back of my mouth hasn’t made me gag, so maybe I’ll be a natural. When you’ve had enough time to recuperate, I want to try it.”

It was almost two hours before Paul told me he was ready, so I proceeded to give him another blowjob. This time however, I pushed my mouth down on him as hard as I could. I didn’t gag, but I simply couldn’t take any more of his dick into my mouth. “I can’t do it.” I told him with a pout.

“But you didn’t gag either. That’s a good sign. So, next time when you go as far as you can, I’m going to help by pushing your head down. I’ll have to push fairly hard, so just tap my leg if you need me to let you up, okay?”

“That sounds like a plan.” I told him, and then proceeded to push my mouth down on him as far as I could. When his dick hit bottom, he did indeed put both of his hands on my head and push me down farther. It still didn’t work.

When I tapped his leg and he let me up, I showed him a pout, “It’s not working, but I’m not going to give up. I want to do this, so this time, push my head down as hard as you can. Don’t worry about hurting me.”

He had a skeptical look on his face, “Okay, if that’s what you want.”

This time, Paul pushed my head down a lot harder. Still, it took several tries before I felt the head of his dick violate my throat. That was a very weird feeling and it hurt a little, but I didn’t care.

Once the head was in my throat, with the help of him pushing my head down, I soon felt my lips meet his pelvis. I couldn’t stay impaled like that long however. I tapped his leg, and he let me withdraw. “Wow! We did it. That was awesome.”

Over the next several days, I deepthroated Paul’s dick often, sometimes three times a day. I got to where I could deepthroat him with him applying only a little pressure on my head.

* * *

Finally, one day while he was recuperating after a deepthroat blowjob, I told him, “Paul, I want to stay with you tonight, and I want you to fuck me.”

He was taken somewhat aback, but he finally managed, “Are you absolutely sure?”

“Yes, I’m very sure.”

He shrugged, “Then it will be my pleasure.”

That night, I mixed myself a drink and then told him, “It’s time for you to carry me to your bed.”

He didn’t hesitate. He scooped me up in his arms and carried me down the hall to his master bedroom. When he laid me on his bed, he said, “I’m going to take a quick shower.”

I got off the bed and said, “I’ll come with you. I’m sure a shower wouldn’t hurt me either.”

We finished our showers, and after he’d thoroughly dried me, I went back and lay on his bed and sipped my drink while he dried himself.

I’m not sure what I expected when he joined me on the bed. He lay beside me and began kissing me passionately. Soon, he was running his hands all over me from my face to my thighs.

It wasn’t long before he started kissing his way down my body, starting at my neck, and then down to my tits. He didn’t linger on my tits long though. He kept moving down. When he got to my crotch, he moved around, spread my legs and lay down between them.

After kissing my inner thighs for a minute or two, I felt his tongue slide along my slit. I came right then with a low guttural moan.

He looked up at me and showed me a grin, and then he said, “Wow! That didn’t take long.”

I giggled and told him, “Deep throating you really gets me hot and bothered. I even came a couple of times while doing it.”

“Me too.” He said with a short laugh, and then he put his tongue on me again. He spread me open with his fingers and licked my insides, even slithering his tongue inside my pussy. Wow! That caused sensations that I never could have imagined. It felt wonderful. I never could have imagined sensations like that. They seemed to flow out from my clit and roll over my entire body.

He soon had me moaning and arching my hips up toward his mouth. That’s when he began running his tongue in circles around my engorged clit. But when he sucked it into his mouth and began flicking it with his tongue, I lost it. That was the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had, and when I finally managed to look down at him, he was grinning, and his face was covered with my cum.

“Whew! That was intense.” I said with a huge smile on my face.

He chuckled, “I know. I’m glad I was here to experience it with you.”

“Paul, I need you to fuck me now, please.”

While he was crawling up my body, I pulled my feet up and spread my knees as wide as I could. I really, really wanted this. Seconds later, I felt the head of his dick press against my opening, and seconds after that, after a lot of pushing, the head popped inside me.

Paul stopped immediately. After half a minute, he asked me, “Are you okay?”

I didn’t want to tell him that it hurt a little, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle. “I’m fine.”

“Okay, but just so you know, I’ve never fucked a virgin. I don’t know how much it’s going to hurt, especially when I tear through your hymen.”

“You just push it in me. Let me worry about any pain it may cause. If it gets too bad, I’ll tell you.”

“Okay, here goes.” And he began pushing inch after inch of his huge dick into my pussy. It was extremely uncomfortable, but it didn’t hurt too much. When the head of his dick hit my hymen though, the pain was intense. I’m sure he felt it. I was afraid he would stop, so I put my hands on his ass and pulled them to me. He got my meaning and pressed on.

Wow! What a relief when my hymen gave way to his assault. It still hurt some, but the really intense pain was over. Now I just felt so full of his dick like it was splitting my pussy open. It wasn’t long before I felt the head of his dick hit the back of my pussy. That was uncomfortable too.

He must have felt it too, because he stopped pushing and just stayed there, not moving at all. “Are you okay?”

“Y . . . yes. Just stay still for a minute, okay?”

“Of course. Just tell me when you’re ready.”

After about a minute, I told him I was okay and he could continue. He began pulling his dick out of me very slowly and then pushing it back into me just as slowly. After two or three minutes, he asked me, “Are you ready?”

“Yes, fuck me now. I want you to fuck me good.”

When he started thrusting his dick in and out of me with force, I began moaning. The pain and discomfort had been replaced with pure unadulterated pleasure. I loved it.

Soon, he lifted my legs until my knees were beside my ears and began jackhammering his massive dick into me. I came, and I do mean hard. When he felt it, he slowed down until my orgasm began to subside. And then he went right back to piledriving my eager pussy.

I came hard one last time, just as he was shooting his seed inside me.

* * *

When he dismounted, I turned onto my side and reached for my drink. He spooned me from behind and gently cupped my tit with his hand. I made up my mind right then, that’s how I wanted to fall asleep when the time came.

When I drained the last of my drink and held my empty glass out to him, he immediately got up and headed for the wet bar. When he returned, he had a fresh drink for himself as well, so we positioned pillows and sat with our backs against the headboard.

We hadn’t been talking at all when he said, right out of the blue, “I really love your long clit. I’ve never seen one that long. It’s easy to suck.”

I giggled, “And I really love you doing that, especially when you sucked it into your mouth and flicked it with your tongue. Holy Shit, did that make me cum hard.”

He let out a chuckle, “I know. You sprayed my face with cum.”

“I think I can get hooked on you fucking me. I plan to wear you out.”

He chuckled again, “You won’t hear any complaints from me.”

* * *

That night, I did fall asleep with Paul spooning me and his hand cupping one of my tits. But when I woke up, our positions had changed. He was on his back with my head cradled between his shoulder and his head. I had one arm stretched over his chest, and a knee crooked over his leg. His arm was holding me and his hand on my back. I loved it.

I knew I had strong feelings for Paul, but waking up in his arms did it for me. I fell in love with him, and I knew we were destined to be a couple for the rest of our lives.

While the Lush was gone to the grocery or liquor store, I moved all of my things into Paul’s guest room. I never slept in my aunt’s house again.

* * *

Two months passed. Paul and I fucked at least twice a day, and I’d give him a deepthroat blowjob in between.

One evening, just after I’d given him a great blowjob, Paul said, “You know, school starts in two weeks. You haven’t bought any new school clothes, so what are you doing with the money I’ve been giving you?”

I shrugged, “I’ve been saving it. You know, Paul, you’ve never once taken me out to eat or to a movie or anything. Are you ashamed to be seen with me?”

“Hell no! Maybe I’ve just been afraid you’ll make it a little too obvious that we’re a couple, which might bring all hell down on me.”

That made sense to me, so I assured him, “I promise I won’t. I’ll be a good little girl,” and then I let out a naughty giggle. “Now, about the school thing: I’ve been thinking of taking a year off. My former school doesn’t know where I am, and the school system here doesn’t know I exist. I’ll go back next year, I promise.”

He knew my mind was made up, so he didn’t argue the point. Instead, he said, “In that case, maybe we should go on a trip to the Caribbean or somewhere. Would you like that?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? I’d love to. I just hope it’s somewhere people won’t judge you harshly for being with me so we won’t have to hide what we are.”

He pondered that for a minute before asking me, “Do you have a passport?”

I shook my head, “Nope. I don’t have anything but a Social Security card.”

“That’s going to be a problem, what with your age and all.”

And then, after a very long period of silence, he asked me, “Gina, if you were my daughter, I could get you a passport and no one would think anything about you traveling out of the country with me.”

I wasn’t sure what he was saying, “How would that work?’

“I could adopt you, if your aunt would go along with it. Would you consider that?”

I was totally blown away. And then, after thinking about it for a couple of minutes, I said, “Hell, I’m sure Miss Lush would agree to anything. You haven’t had her knocking on your door asking about me, have you?”

“But do you want to do it?”

“As long as it won’t change anything between us, I’d love that.”

“Then I’ll have my lawyer start working up the papers.”

* * *

Just as I’d predicted, Aunt Lush didn’t hesitate signing the papers. She was glad to be rid of me. Of course, Child Protective Services had visited my aunt’s home and Paul’s. They agreed that I’d be better off with him. So, I soon became Gina Pearson, Paul’s adopted daughter.

* * *

The Dominican Republic was great. Not only were the beaches “tops optional”, but the place was very European. The food was bland, but no one raised so much as an eyebrow at seeing an older man with a young girl. We didn’t have to hide that we were a couple, and we took full advantage of that.

I stayed totally naked on the patio of our bungalow, and we left the sliding door and curtains open when we were in the bed fucking. We always kept a small light on inside, so we were sure anyone walking down the path on their way to and from the beach would have a clear view of what we were doing. We both got a big kick out of that.

Women weren’t really supposed to go topless into the beach-side bars and restaurants, but I did anyway. No one ever complained.

One time, while we were on the patio and I was giving Paul a blowjob, a couple who were walking by started up a conversation with Paul. Obviously they couldn’t see me because of the short wall which surrounded the patio. It wasn’t until they walked closer to introduce themselves that they saw my head bobbing up and down in Paul’s lap. It took every bit of restraint I could muster not to laugh, but I managed. As it turned out, they were from the Dallas area too.

The next afternoon, while Paul and I were lounging in beach chairs working on our tans, that same couple appeared. After hellos were exchanged, the man shut up and the woman did all the talking.

“Please pardon me for being so bold, but you should know that Carl and I were walking past your bungalow the other night and saw you two having sex on the bed. We watched for a bit and got so turned on, we had to go back to our bungalow and get it on. Now, we’re not swingers at all, but we do enjoy having sex in the same room as another couple. We like watching and being watched. Would you two be interested in doing something like that?”

They were probably in their thirties. Carl was very muscular and a bit handsome. Linda was hot. She had a very toned body and her tits were at least DD cups.

I beat Paul to an answer, “We’d love to. How about tonight?”

“We’ll bring a bottle and mixers. Can we bring you anything?”

Paul spoke up, “Uh . . . thanks but I think we’re all set.”

“Great, shall we say around ten?”

“Perfect! I responded.

* * *

The men were out on the patio while Linda and I were inside making plans. “Shall we let the world watch?” She asked me.

“We always do, but of course, you already knew that.” I told her.

And then she said, “I have three more questions. First, should we all fuck at the same time, or one couple at a time while the other couple watches?”

I considered both options and then told her, “I think one couple at a time will be hotter.”

“Okay, who should go first?”

“Honestly, it doesn’t matter to us.”

“In that case, Carl and I would like you two to go first. That way, he’ll be rip roaring ready to go when it’s our turn.”

“And your last question?”

She glanced toward the patio and then lowered her voice, “Have you ever fooled around with another woman? I lean a little that way—not full blown sex, but just a little kissing and fooling around. I enjoy it, and it drives Carl and all of our friends crazy.”

I giggled, “No, I never have, but if it affects Paul the way you say it does Carl, I’m game to try it.”

Her face beamed a big smile, “Maybe we should take that for a little test spin out on the patio before we all come inside.”

I agreed, so we took our drinks out to the patio and sat them on the short wall. There were all kinds of people walking by when Linda turned to face me. The next thing I knew, she was French kissing me and kneading my tits. Of course, never one to be outdone, I reciprocated in kind.

Kissing Linda was very different than kissing Paul. She was much softer, even her tongue. I loved the feel of her hands on my tits and later our tits being smashed together. I thought ‘hell, I could get used to this’.

Carl was first to notice and gestured for Paul to look our way. And then both men, and several passersby began hooting and whistling. That just spurred us on, so we kept doing that for at least ten minutes.

Finally, Linda pulled back and said, “That should do it.”

So we led our men inside, and I filled Paul in on the plan. He agreed, so I had him strip and lie on his back, and then I proceeded to give him a deepthroat blowjob.

I didn’t do that for too long though, because I didn’t want to get Paul so worked up he couldn’t show our new friends what he was capable of. Then, he ate my pussy for a few minutes—just long enough to make me cum hard once. I was looking over at Carl and Linda the whole time. The smile on Linda’s face and the look in her eyes made the whole situation even hotter for me.

When he was ready, Paul put my legs up on his shoulders and pushed his huge dick into me. A minute later, he was really fucking me hard and fast. I was still looking at Carl and Linda. She was slowly stroking her husband’s hard dick, which wasn’t nearly as impressive as Paul’s, but it still looked great.

Paul really outdid himself. I came twice in the twenty minutes or so he was jack hammering my pussy. And then he pulled out and shot copious amounts of cum on my tits and belly. He’d never done that before, so I assumed it was for the benefit of our audience.

“Bravo!” Carl cheered. Linda was clapping and seconded her husband’s cheer.

I didn’t even bother to clean up. I just changed places with Linda, cum dripping off my tits. On the way by me, she scooped up a finger full and quickly put it in her mouth. I don’t think her husband saw her do that, but I don’t know if he’d have cared.

Carl and Linda mimicked pretty much what Paul and I had done, except that she got on top for a few minutes before rolling on to her back so Carl could fuck her. He only lasted about ten minutes before pulling out and spraying his cum onto his wife’s tits and stomach.

I thought things were over until Linda stood up and held out her hand to me. When I was standing, she hugged me and we smeared our men’s cum on each other’s body. Of course, we were deep kissing the whole time.

Finally, all four of us got our drinks and returned to the patio totally naked. Linda and I still had a combination of both our men’s cum all over our fronts.

* * *

The following afternoon, Carl and Linda approached us while we were sunning at the beach. The men headed up to the cabana to get us all drinks, so Linda and I had a bit of alone time.

“Is it okay if I ask you a personal question?”

“I’ll be fifteen next month, if that what you’re going to ask.”

“Well yes. That was it. I was just curious. But you look older than that—eighteen or nineteen.”

I decided to give her the short version, “Paul rescued me out of a terrible situation—parents died in a car accident, so I had to move in with my alcoholic aunt. She wouldn’t give me money, wouldn’t feed me or anything. She just stayed drunk all the time. Paul was our neighbor. We hit it off, and he eventually let me move in with him. He would never have touched me, but I threw myself at him. After all, he was feeding me and giving me a safe place to live. I was a virgin. Before long, we were fooling around—all my doing. We ended up falling in love, but we couldn’t get married, so he legally adopted me so that we could go places together. Unfortunately, in the states, we can’t let anyone know about our relationship. That’s why we love it down here so much. We can be who we really are.”

She appeared to be really happy for us.

* * *

Two more things happened while we were in the D.R. that were memorable. First, while we were sunbathing one afternoon, I wanted to go into the ocean, but Paul just wanted to relax and sip his drink, “You can go on in. I’ll keep an eye on you.”

I had a nice swim and then headed out of the water to return to my chair when three guys, probably in their early to mid twenties started talking to me on my way by. One said, “You’re a s sight sore eyes. Most of the women here are old and fat.”

I stopped and showed them a smile, “Thanks.”

The next thing I knew, the four of us were just standing there talking about where we’re from, school and the like. Sunbathing topless and even walking up and down the beach topless with Paul was one thing, but this was on a whole different level. I was just standing there chatting it up with three guys topless. They rarely looked up at my face. My pussy grew wet and my clit began tingling. When I told Paul how that made me feel, he chuckled and said, “Gina, you’re an exhibitionist. There’s no doubt about it.”

I considered what Paul had said for the rest of the day and most of the night. After a lot of soul searching, I came to the conclusion he was right. It turned me on greatly to have others, especially men, look at my naked body.

* * *

On the evening of our last day in the D.R., Linda and Carl found us on the beach. The men remained in their chairs talking and drinking while Linda and I went into the water.

“Gina, I have a question for you?”

“So ask it already.”

“Well, I’ve never done it, but I was thinking I might like to try full blown sex with another female. I’d love that to be with you. Would you consider doing that?”

I thought about it for a minute before answering, “I’d have to clear it with Paul, but yes, I think I’d be up for trying it. What does Carl think about that idea?”

She laughed, “Hell, he’s more than fine with it. He just wants to watch.”

I giggled, “I should have known. Paul will probably feel the same, but I still need to ask him. See if you can pry Carl away from him long enough for me to clear it with him.”

So she did. She volunteered herself and Carl to go to the cabana for another round of drinks.

When they were out of earshot, I told Paul, “She wants to have sex with me. I told her I’m game, but only if it’s okay with you. What do you think?”

Paul didn’t hesitate, “Hell yeah, as long as I can watch.”

I let out a hearty laugh, “Carl had the same reaction.”

When Linda and Carl returned with a round of drinks, I told Linda, “I’m in. It looks like we’ll have an audience of two.”

* * *

Linda and I started fondling each other and kissing some while the four of us were still having drinks on the patio. She graciously allowed me enough time to have one more smoke before heading inside.

Again, we left the patio door and curtain open when we went in. While Linda and I got on the bed and started making out, the men positioned their chairs so as not to block the view of anyone looking in from the path outside.

I was just about to start making my way down Linda’s body, but she beat me to it. Soon, she was licking and sucking my taut nipples. After only a couple of minutes, she kissed her way down to my pussy. When she moved between my legs, I did as I always did with Paul. I pulled my feet up and spread my knees as wide as I could to give her easy access.

Even though she didn’t really do anything differently than Paul always did, there was something very different about how it felt. It was like she knew exactly what to do when. She avoided my clit, only occasionally running her tongue in circles around it.

I was looking at Paul’s and Carl’s faces the whole time she was eating me, and seeing their excited expressions made the whole thing much hotter.

There was one thing she did differently though; while licking inside my labia, she raised my butt almost off the bed, and then she immediately started tonguing my ass. Wow! That felt wonderful. I was disappointed when she stopped doing that and continued licking my pussy.

Linda waited until she had me really going to suck my long clit into her mouth and begin nibbling on it. She seemed to know precisely how hard to nibble on it without hurting me, and I came hard while she was doing it. When I calmed down, she repeated everything again, and brought me to another powerful orgasm.

Finally, I grabbed her head and pulled her up to me. When we kissed, I could taste my cum on her tongue. I’d tasted it in Paul’s mouth and on my fingers many times, but it was just different somehow, more erotic.

We made out for another few minutes, and then I kissed my way down to her huge tits. I very much enjoyed kissing them and sucking her hard nipples. A couple of minutes later, I positioned myself between her legs.

I could smell her sex and knew she was already wet. Still, I took my time, kissing her inner thighs before moving on to her slit. I loved the taste of her. It was very different from my own taste, sweet and slick.

I waited two or three minutes before lifting her thighs and running my tongue around and over her ass. I even managed to work an inch or so of my tongue into it. That garnered me a loud appreciative moan from her. Actually, even though my initial thought was that it might taste nasty, but that wasn’t the case at all. It didn’t smell and it had literally no taste at all. I decided to try it on Paul, after his shower of course, and see if his reaction was as profound as Linda’s. And too, I decided to tell him how much I enjoyed it when Linda did that to me.

When I felt she was ready, I sucked her clit into my mouth and nibbled on it, just like she’d done to mine. I worked two fingers inside her and began massaging her G-spot. Sure enough, she began moaning almost constantly and flailing her head from side to side. And then she let out a loud grunt, similar to what Paul did when he came, and I felt my chin being drenched with her cum.

* * *

The four of us returned to the patio for drinks, and a smoke for me. After we’d finished our drinks, Linda said, “Well, Gina, I think it’s time we reward our men for letting us fuck each other.” So we all headed back inside.

Linda played director. She had both men lay on their backs side by side. Then, she and I got on top of them and worked their dicks into our pussies. When we were both fully impaled, we sat up and began making out with each other.

Paul said, “Hell, I could watch that all night.” Carl agreed.

After about ten minutes, we all changed positions, with Linda and I side by side on our backs and our men fucking us. At one point, Linda reached over and grabbed my hand. She held it until both men had cum on our tits and belly.

I giggled, knowing full well what they wanted us to do, so we did. We stood up and deep kissed while rubbing our tits and bellies all over each other.

Before they left our bungalow, Linda and I exchanged phone numbers, as did Paul and Carl. I was sure we’d be seeing them again.

* * *

Paul and I were not only lovers, we were husband and wife, even if not legally. We even had a private ceremony just between the two of us with rings and all.

We got together with Linda and Carl about once a month or so, and we still do.

Paul kept coming up with new ways for me to be naked or at least topless in front of other people. Of course, to those other people, it didn’t look planned. It was always an accident, wink, wink.

* * *

The End

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Comments (12)
3210launch — 03 August 2019 03:15
Perfect, really. The pace was erotic and credible and you really captured their feelings. Of course, sexy AF. Thanks!
Kevinjo420 — 02 August 2019 21:53
Perfectly written. An actual joy to read. I have to read your other stories now. I am impressed. Thanks for sharing
Whites1331 — 02 August 2019 19:21
Another awesome story, keep writing enjoying your stories
albertofatto — 02 August 2019 16:21
Lked it alot.
Don'sdick — 04 August 2019 15:45
Great story, Gina. Paul is one lucky MF.
TxEmt — 05 August 2019 19:33
Got to be one of your best. Really got me hot. Can't wait to read it again. Got to hand it to you, you really know how to weave a story and turn people on, me anyway. This was rated way too low.
emberson — 06 August 2019 15:19
Loved this story a lot,love she was just 14,more to come like this l hop
SenatorFun — 10 August 2019 00:55
You are a very good writer. Enjoyed your stories
SenatorFun — 10 August 2019 00:54
You are a very good writer. Enjoyed your stories
Dudley Dowrong — 11 August 2019 02:55
Tina, I'm in love with your stories. I agree with the comments that you are a fantastic author. After reading all that I have, my conclusion is that girls make the best stories. A few men may compete with the ladies high standards. but very few. I would really like you to go back to your 1st story and make it a series. (Slutty Virgins) U R AWESOME !! I'd also like this "Mulligan" to become a series
Sage_of_the_Forlorn_Path — 10 August 2019 21:42
How were you able to get a 14 year old past the age restriction? My story got rejected just for mentioning, that a one point in his life, a man was thirteen years old.
GHOSTWOLF63 — 10 August 2019 16:35
Tina your a natural writer, it flows perfectly. Loved how the story went.
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