The True Story Of Losing My Virginity To My Best M free porn video

Okay, here's the deal as they say. Chatting to a good friend here on Xhamster, I told her how I lost my virginity. The memory came flooding back. I did write about this when I first signed up, but was embarrased at how badly it was written so I deleted it after a couple of days. It was, after all, my first attempt at writing a story since school essays over forty years ago. I've taught myself a bit more about writing since first posting it.

So this is 95% true. The 5% that isn't doesn't matter as it only relates to things that would identify those involved. Now, there are hundreds, if not thousands of, 'I fucked my best friend's mother' stories on here. Maybe a handful are true. This is one of them. Whether you believe me or not, I don't give a witch's tit, but I'm not in the habit of telling lies.

Obviously, I can't recall what was said word-for-word, but this is pretty much as I remember it.

So here it is. Open a bottle of wine and put your feet up, or better still, open a bottle of El Dorado 12 Year Old - real rum, not Bacardi gnats piss.

PS.. I'm English, so I use English spelling, punctuation and slang. If you don't know what something means, Google it.

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A little background:

Bristol, England, June 1977, where the legal drinking age is eighteen and the age of consent is sixteen. I and my best mate Trevor were both s*******n and typical horny teenagers. Trevor was tall, good looking and well built with curly hair, very outgoing and drove an MG Midget sports car. He was an apprentice machinist at the Concorde factory and had a twenty-three year old girlfriend, with her own flat, where they bonked like rabbits. I rode a second-hand bicycle and worked full-time as a store man in a cigarette factory.

I wanted a used Kawasaki 125cc trials bike. In those days, if you wanted something, you saved up for it - quaint I know. So I worked Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights in a large pub as a barman. It's still there now. The landlord was desperate for staff so didn't argue when I told him I was eighteen.

Trevor lived with his divorced mum Carol and a ten year old brother in a terraced house about half a mile away; roughly midway between the pub and my parents house. She'd had Trevor very young; about s*******n, so was only in her mid-thirties. In those days she was a 'bit of a looker'. Nowadays she'd be a MILF. He, his girlfriend Kim, Carol and her boyfriend Frank often came in the pub on a Saturday night as there was usually a folk band on. Above the pub was a large function room with bar which could be rented out.

The tale:

As usual for a Saturday night, the pub was heaving. Maybe two hundred people in the bar, plus a ruby wedding anniversary party upstairs where you could make good money on the bar. Downstairs, you would earn two to three pounds for the evening's work. Upstairs, you could end the evening with twenty pounds in your pocket. But upstairs was the domain of Jim, the oldest barmen. I didn't get a look in.

In those days, pubs had to stop serving at 10.30pm but the landlord could apply to a Magistrate for an extended licence for private parties. So the upstairs bar usually closed at 1am.

Trevor was in with Kim. Leaning on the bar and during a rare quiet moment he asked, "So you coming to my party next Saturday?".

"What party?, I asked.

"My eighteenth".

"You said you didn't want a party".

"Changed my mind. Mum's house, from eight".

"I'll be working here next Saturday but I'll get there about half-eleven".

As I said that, Norman the landlord was walking behind me. "Next Saturday?", he said.

"Yeah", I said, turning.

"I'll need you upstairs next Saturday, wedding reception, Jim's on holiday".

God, I could do with the money, but I also wanted to go to Trevor's party. "Can't one of the girls do it?", I asked.

"Nope", said Norman, "They've got husbands and k**s to go home to, plus you're faster than them. Licence to 1am, clear 'em out by 1.30, clean up 'til 2.30, then coffee. You'll be paid 'til 3am".

Fuck, I could pay for half the motorbike in one night! "Look Trevor", I said, "You know how much I want that bike. I'll cycle past at just gone three. If the lights are on and I can hear music, I'll come in. If the lights are off and it's quiet, I'll head on home".

"Aye, alright", said Trevor, "I know it's short notice".

So the following Saturday night, well, Sunday morning really, I pedalled down their road at just gone three in the morning with pushing thirty pounds in my pocket. I'd worked really hard and fast earning plenty of drinks which I took in cash. As I closed the bar the father of the bride thanked me for my hard work, shook my hand and slipped me ten pounds. No wonder Jim protected his interests. At the house, the lights were on and the front door open. Leaning my bike against a lamp post, two lads who I sort of knew, weaved their way out the door. "Don't bother mate", said one, "The booze is all gone".

As they staggered off, I went inside. There was no sign of Trevor and just a few stragglers lounging in chairs. Carol was trying to pull Frank off the sofa. She looked hot and flustered but still hot with her trim figure, long brown hair and tight red dress. "Oh Christ", she said spotting me, "Thank God you're here Alan. Trevor left about one with Kim. I've been trying to get a taxi for Frank since half-one, there just aren't any. He was supposed to be home at two to relieve his baby sitter".

I didn't know much about Frank, except he was divorced with two daughters in their early teens, but couldn't see what Carol saw in him. "You won't get a taxi out here, they're all in the city centre for the night club crowd", I said.

"Tell me about it", said Carol, "I've not been drinking so could drive him myself, but I can't get rid of this lot".

"You get him home", I said, "I'll sort these out".

"Oh you're a treasure Alan, I'll be about forty minutes".

"No sweat", I replied as she pushed Frank out the door. Turning to the half-dozen stragglers, I put on my best bar clearing voice, "Right you lot, wakey, wakey, party's over over, haven't you got homes to go to? Come on, let's be 'aving you, shake a leg". Within two minutes I was closing the front door.

I checked out the devastation. Every flat surface had beer cans, bottles and glasses. The ashtrays were overflowing, food was in the carpet and someone had been sick in the bathroom. With nothing better to do I found some black plastic sacks, collected the empties and cleared out the ashtrays. Then I took all the glasses to the kitchen, wiped down the surfaces, cleaned up the sick and after a hunt, found the vaccuum cleaner. Finally, I washed all the glasses.

Satisfied that I'd done all I could, I made myself a strong black coffee and put a Dave Brubeck album on the record player. Just as I was about to settle into an armchair, I heard the front door open and close. Coming into the lounge Carol stopped and said, "My god Alan, what have you done?".

"Well once I'd got rid of the others, there didn't seem much point in just sitting around".

"You're an absolute darling", she said hugging me, "I was dreading waking up to that mess. How about a drink? I haven't had one all evening".

"I've just made a coffee thanks. I hope that's alright".

"Of course sweetie, but I meant a proper drink".

I chuckled, "I don't think the vultures left any!".

"You don't think I put it all out do you?", she laughed. "Stay there, I'm going to freshen up".

As she went upstairs, I sank into an armchair with my coffee. Just as I was dozing off, she came back down. Her long brown hair was now in a pony tail, all her make-up gone - but she still looked amazing, and her jeans and tank top replaced with a white towelling dressing gown. "Oh god, that feels better. Amazing what a quick shower does for you. All night I've been running around fetching food, clearing up sick, consoling crying girls and trying to be nice to people". On the coffee table she put a bottle of Bacardi and a bottle of coke. From the kitchen she fetched two glasses.

"No ice I'm afraid", she said, "But I'm sure we'll manage". Into each glass she poured two inches of Bacardi and two inches of coke. We settled into chairs, her with her legs tucked under her on the sofa and for the next twenty minutes chatted about the party, her work at the hospital where she was a nurse and music. Rising from the sofa, her gown rode up to give me a glimpse of a naked hip as she walked over and flipped the album.

Standing in the middle of the room, she held out both hands and said, "Dance with me Alan, I haven't had a single dance all evening".

"Er..., right..., okay", I said putting glass down and standing. Pulling me close, she rested her head on my shoulder as we swayed to the music. She smelled of fresh Freesias. Without a thought I said, "God you smell nice".

I felt her laugh, "Why thank you Alan, that's very sweet of you. I wish I could say the same, but you smell of stale beer and cigarettes".

"Sorry", I said trying to back away, "That's eight hours in a bar".

"Don't be silly, it's fine, I'm just saying".

As we danced on I was breathing the gorgeous scent and feeling her breasts pressing into my chest. With horror is realised I was getting an erection. Fuck! I tried to pull away. "No", she said, grasping my ass with both hands and pulling me closer, "I'm flattered. It feels nice".

Now, as we danced, she was deliberately rubbing herself against me. Her breathing on my neck became faster. Then a new sensation. She was kissing my neck. Holy fuck!

Her grinding and the knowledge that she was naked under the robe, gave me an erection that you could have hit nails in with. The trouble was, it was pointing down my leg and was bloody uncomfortable. "I'm sorry", I said releasing her and turning, "I just need to sort something out". With my back to her I reached into my shorts and pulled my cock vertical.

"Better?", she asked giggling.

"Much", I said turning back with an embarrassed smile.

"Come here then, I think this is the last track", she said.

Dancing slowly again, she was pressing my cock into my stomach. Into my ear she whispered, "How come a lovely young man like you doesn't have a girlfriend?".

"No time I guess", I replied. "Working in the factory, then in the pub, sport most weekends, plus not many girls want to ride on the back of a bicycle".

"So what are you going to do about it?".

"Buy a motorbike and join the Army".

"The Army?", she said lifting her head looking at me.

"I've got no qualifications, no trade, so I thought I'd join the Royal Engineers - learn a trade and travel a bit. Or maybe the Army Physical Training Corps - I'm fitter than most and good at sports".

"Yes, you are fitter than most", she said nibbling my ear.

God it felt good. I let out a little moan.

"Nice?", she whispered.

"Fuck yeah", I blurted, twisting my head.

"How about this?", she asked.

I jumped as her fingers gripped my cock through my shorts.

"Well?", she asked.

I was having trouble speaking. "Nnnnnnn....", I managed to moan into her ear.

"Are you a virgin Alan?", she asked biting my neck.

I nodded.

My heart skipped a beat as I felt her fingers on the button of my shorts. The zip went slowly down. Her fingers on my y-fronts. "I..., I...", I stumbled.

"I know", she said quietly, "You're nervous, worried maybe, you think you might dissappoint me. It doesn't matter. We've got all night, unless you need to go home?".

"No, no", I quickly said, "I..., I told mum I might stay here, depending on how the party was going".

"Good".

Her warm hand reached inside and wrapped around my cock. Oh fuck! I took deep breaths.

She pushed me gently on the chest, "Sit on the sofa".

Kicking away my shorts which had dropped to my ankles, I stepped backwards and sat. With a smile she untied the towelling belt at her waist and slipped the gown off her shoulders. My eyes ran down her body, lingering at her full breasts with puffy pink nipples, then down to the brown hair between her legs. My mouth was probably hanging open.

Moving forwards she knelt between my legs and pulled down my y-fronts, releasing my rock hard cock. "Oh my!", she said.

"What?", I asked in a worried voice.

"You, young man, have a most beautiful cock".

"Really?", I said.

She laughed, "Has no-one ever told you?".

"Well no, no-one's ever seen it to comment, not..., you know..., erect like this".

"Trust me Alan, girls are going to love this. What is it? Seven, seven and a half inches?".

I shrugged. "Oh, come on", she said, "All boys measure it".

"Seven", I said.

"Perfect", she said looking at it, "And it's circumcised. I love circumcised cocks, so much cleaner and circumcised men always last longer".

"I'm not sure about that", I laughed nervously.

Looking up she laughed, "What happens in the next few minutes has no significance, it's just to get it out of your system, then you can have a shower, okay?".

I nodded, "I think so".

"Just relax and enjoy. There's nothing you need to do, I'm in charge, just let it happen".

Again I nodded and took a deep breath. Reaching out, she ran her fingertips up the length of my cock making it twitch and swell even more. The skin on the flared head was stretched tight and red. Wide eyed, I watched as things seemed to happen in slow motion; an image I was to replay in my head many times in the future. Slowly she licked her lips before dipping her head and sliding them over my head and down my shaft.

Jesus fucking Christ! My best friends mother was sucking my cock!

I closed my eyes and relished that first ever feeling of a warm, soft, moist mouth encasing me. I felt her lips moving back up and opened my eyes. She was licking just below the ridge with the tip of her tongue. I'd never felt sensations like it. Mesmerised, I watched her closed lips slide over the head again and suck gently before going down my shaft and up again. She began to set up a steady rythym, pausing occasionally to lick around the head. I started to moan in time with her movements, "nnnn..., nnnn..., nnnn...".

Resting my left hand on her hair, I was feeling quite good that I'd lasted five or six minutes. Then she gripped my hips and I could see her tits swinging.

"Oh fuck..., oh fuck...", I could feel my balls tingling, my feet were scr****g on the carpet. "Oh Jesus Carol..., nnnnnnn..., I'm..., I'm..., oh fuck I'm coming..., oh..., oh..., Carol, CAROL!..., it's comingggggggggg...".

As I cried out, her head went fully down, her nose in my pubic hair. I felt my cock swell, a torrent of cum erupted, I shook as my hips came six inches off the sofa. In amazement, I watched her throat move as she repeatedly swallowed my semen. I must have pumped it out twenty times. With a long moan I slumped back onto the sofa. "Oh fuck Carol!".

She slid her lips up my cock, lingering to suck every last drop out of the head. Looking up, she licked her lips and grinned.

"I...", I started to say.

"Shhh!", she said putting her fingers to her lips. Reaching up, she patted me on the cheek, "Well done, you lasted much longer than I expected, I almost came myself".

"Sorry", I said, "I tried to hang on".

Carol shook her head, "I told you it didn't matter, that was just the prelude, the entree, now we'll go upstairs. You're going to have a shower, recover, come into my bedroom, climb into my bed and fuck me hard with that delightful hard cock, it's been far too long".

"But I thought..., you and Frank...?".

"No Alan. He's a churchwarden and doesn't believe in sex outside marriage. I've got toys I use sometimes, but it's been ten months since I had a real throbbing cock spurt in my cunt".

My heart was thumping, "I don't think I've got any left".

Taking my hand, she led me to the stairs, "You're s*******n my sweet, of course you've got some left".

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After my shower, my head in a whirl, I walked into Carol's bedroom naked. My cock was already half hard in anticipation of what was to come. She was laid on her side facing me, reading a book by the light of a small lamp on the bedside table, also naked.

"Well hi", she said looking up.

"Hi", I said nervously.

She closed the book and tossed it down the bed. "Come and lay down here next to me".

I climbed on and laid fown facing her, unable to avoid looking at her puffy nipples.

"Do you like them?", she asked lifting her right arm to give me a better view.

"Of course", I said, "They're amazing!".

Carol cuckled, "I don't know about that. Come closer".

I edged across as she adjusted her position. I was inches from them. "Kiss them", she said quietly.

Leaning forwards, I kissed her right breast.

"On the nipple, then lick it".

Her nipple swelled as my tongue raked across and around it.

"Now suck it".

It was hard between my lips as I sucked gently, flicking the end with the tip of my tongue. She moved a little and let out a small moan, "Mmmmm..., bite it gently".

Her body gave a twitch, "Oh yes..., just like that..., a little harder..., nnnnnnn...".

Her knee was rubbing against my thigh as she twisted a handful of my hair. Pulling my head away, she moved down and thrust her tongue into my mouth. Her lips were soft and warm as she sought out my tongue. I'd kissed a few girls but this was something else. For the next few minutes, I was given a master lesson in how to kiss. She swirled her tongue around mine, sucked and bit my bottom lip, fought a tip-to-tip tongue duel and sucked on my tongue as if it was a lollipop. Learning, I returned the favour, making her squirm when I held her tongue between my teeth and flicked the tip with mine.

Finally breaking, she panted, "Fuck, you're a fast learner, just hold me for a minute".

Holding her tight, I felt her breathing slowly return to normal. Finally she whispered, "Have you touched a girl's cunt?".

I shook my head.

"Time you were introduced then". Rolling onto her back, she took my hand and opened her legs. Placing it flat on her hairs she said, "That's my mound, it feels nice if you press on it, but if a girls got a full bladder it can make her want to pee".

I pressed gently. "That's it, just right, any harder and it can be uncomfortable. Now go lower. Stop there. Can you feel my lips?".

"Yes", I said, my mouth dry.

"Run a finger down, that's my slit, feel it?".

I was staring into her eyes, "Uh huh".

"Now push a little harder, what can you feel?".

Suddenly, my finger went slippery, "Oh fuck".

"That's my juices", she laughed, "It means I'm horny and ready to be fucked, but not just yet. And stop frowning".

I smiled, "Just concentrating".

"Slide a finger in".

Watching her face, I eased my middle finger in. Her chin lifted and her eyes fluttered, "Mmmm, that's nice".

I'd never felt anything like it; hot and tight, but slippery at the same time. Would my cock really fit in there? Gently, I slid my finger in an out.

Carol was panting and squirming, "Wait, slow down, easy..., ease it out, oh wow..., you're good..., now, slide your finger up, stop there. Can you feel a little sort of wishbone of skin?".

"Yes".

Carol jerked. "Yes, just there, nnnn, feel that little bump like a small pea?".

"Just here?", I said, running the slippery tip on my finger over a little nub.

"Oh fuck yes..., just there..., thats..., my clitoris..., nnnnnnn...yes, just there..., oh fuck...".

I watched in amazement as she transformed into an a****l. Her heels sc****d on the sheets as she twisted and jerked. Grabbing a handful of my hair she pulled me towards her left breast. Taking the hint, I sucked on her hard nipple. She seemed to go up a gear, her hips moving her clit rapidly against my finger. She was moaning almost constantly. Pressing against the back of my head she moaned, "Harder.. fuck yes..., harder".

I bit onto her nipple and rubbed her clit. "Nnnnn..., nnnn, faster, oh god don't stop..., faster".

Dropping my hand lower, her juices seemed to be everywhere. With my fingers coated, I plunged two into her. With her hips she was fucking herself. "Now..., now..., my clit..., please..., please..., my clit", she shouted.

Removing my two fingers, I placed them flat on her clit and moved them rapidly back and forth. The effect was electric. Releasing her nipple, I watched her head go back and her body arch. Her mouth was open wide but no sound was coming out. Her eyes were wide and staring as her whole body started to jerk. Moving up, I clamped onto her mouth and stuck my tongue in.

Instantly she latched onto it and sucked it in and out like a small cock, making high pitched mewing noises. Her arms wrapped around my head pulling me even deeper. My fingers were a blur on her clit which seemed to have grown in size. Finally, she released my tongue and let out a long high-pitched wail. Her whole body arched and spasmed, her eyes screwed shut and her lips rippling. I'd never seen anything like it. It lasted for about twenty seconds until finally the gaps between the spasms widened.

Slumping back onto the bed, she gave a final jerk, sucking air in deep breaths. Eventually, taking a breath between words, she panted, "Oh fuck..., oh god..., that was..., oh god..., I've never..., how did?..., oh fuck..., amazing..., just..., fucking..., amazing...".

Throwing her arms around me, she held me tight and started to cry. I just held her while she slowly let it out. Gradually, she calmed down and sat up, wiping her eyes and saying, "Sorry, I've missed that so much, the touch of a man, Frank will only kiss me. I masturbate but it's not the same". Gently, she stroked my arm, "Thank you, I've not come like for..., well..., years I suppose. Let me recover for a little while, then I want you deep inside me. What time is it?".

Looking past her at the bedside clock I said, "Quarter to five".

"Tired?".

"No way", I said, even though I was pretty knackered.

"Good. Frank will be doing his church stuff all day, Trevor won't be back until tonight and Danny who's been with my parents is having lunch with them, then going to the zoo. We can have a nice nap later. I'm just going into the bathroom to ah..., freshen up down there", adding with a laugh, "Then you can sort your cock out; looks like you've been dribbling everywhere!".

As she climbed off the bed, I looked down. A line of pre-cum was across my thigh and onto the sheet. Jesus! That had never happened before. Coming back in, Carol said, "There's a clean flannel on the side of the sink".

After washing my cock and balls I looked in the mirror and grinned. Was that a man looking back at me?

Back on the bed Carol said, "I was going to ask you your favourite position, then realised that was a bit silly, so what do you fancy?".

"I don't know, whatever you like best, but..., could I..., I mean would it be okay if I..., well..., looked? Down there?".

"Oh my god, you've never seen one?".

I shook my head, "No, I mean..., I've seen pictures in dirty magazines that were passed around at school, but no..., not a real one".

Carol smiled, "Of course you can sweetie, take as long as you like".

Moving around, I laid between her legs and gazed in awe. At that moment, that second in time, I become a lover of the vagina. That perfect creation. It was without doubt the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. A perfect slit between puffy lips still swollen and red from earlier, surrounded by soft brown hair. Above the slit, a small light pink bud poked out from its hood. My eyes dropped lower and focused on the brown star of her anus. I'd always thought asses were dirty but looking at hers made my cock swell.

Edging slightly closer, I breathed in an incredible musky aroma. With my face only inches from her and for devilment, I blew on her slit. "Oh!", she jumped. Fascinated, I watched her pussy clench and relax. That was fun!. I blew again. This time Carol let out a little moan. Her pussy moved again and her anus sort of winked at me. Leaning my head against her raised left thigh, I reached with my right hand and ran my fingers across her hairy mound, then down the join between thigh and pussy, across and back up. Again she clenched and released.

"Ah..., that's not looking, what are you doing?", asked Carol, her voice a little husky.

"Just exploring, educating myself". I repeated the action but in the reverse direction. "Why, do you want me to stop?".

"God no, but..., nnnn..., your not going to lose your virginity doing that!".

"We've got plenty of time, you said so", I said looking at her anus again. With my index finger barely touching her, I traced a line from her mound down across her clit and through her slit.

"Yes, but I thought you'd be despera...., OH FUCK!".

Carol jumped as my finger brushed across her anus. A dribble of white cream oozed from her clenching pussy.

She squirmed and pushed her legs wider as my finger reversed its journey. "I think..., that might be a bit..., advanced for now", she panted.

Without thinking, I turned my head and kissed the inside of her thigh. "Nnnnn..., that's nice", she moaned.

"What do you taste of?", I asked.

"I..., I don't know".

"Have you never tasted your fingers?".

"Yes..., yes of course, but how it tastes to me would be different for someone else".

"Your juices are leaking", I said, watching the cream edge downwards towards her anus.

"Uh huh", she swallowed and panted.

With two fingers I scooped up the cream and held them up, "Look!".

Carol lifted her head, "Uh huh".

Slowly, I put my fingers in my mouth and sucked.

Her eyes widened, "Oh sweet Jesus!".

I licked my lips and grinned, "Sweet, very sweet".

Looking at Carol, her eyes were boring into me. "Taste me again Alan", she said very quietly.

"You mean...?".

She nodded, biting her bottom lip.

"I'm not sure what to do".

"I'll..., I'll guide you, start on my thighs".

Looking back down, I watched another line of cream start to ooze out of her. Gently, I ran my tongue up the inside of her right thigh, across her mound and down the other thigh, then back, kissing this time. "Suck..., just in the corner", she moaned. Placing my lips next to her pussy lips, I sucked at the coner with her thigh. "Ohhhh...", she squirmed. I switched to the other side, sucking harder this time. "My lips", she croaked, "Lick up my lips".

I swallowed and did as she asked, running my tongue from above her anus, through her lips and clit to her mound, then back down. "Suck my lips".

Gaining in confidence, I parted her lips with my fngers and sucked on the left one. Her hips squirmed as I switched to the right. "Oh..., nnn..., yes, that's it". There was now a full white line of her nectar, running down almost to her asshole.

"You're about to drip on the sheets", I said watching the shiny liquid pool in the dip of her anus.

"Drink it!", she almost cried.

A smile spread across my face. Pushing her legs further back, I dipped down and licked from her anus to her clit.

"Oh fucking Christ!", Carol shouted, her ass coming six inches off the bed, "What the fuck?..., did you just?..., oh fuck!".

"You told me to drink it", I chuckled.

"Yes but..., I didn't mean..., oh fuck!".

"Do you want me to stop?", I asked.

"Don't you fucking dare!", she cried with a giggle.

"Right", I said, "No more instructions. Let me figure things out for myself, you just lay back and relax".

"Fucking relax!", she laughed, "Someone just licked my fucking asshole!".

"And you enjoyed it".

"Yes..., yes I did. No one's ever done that to me before".

"So I wasn't the only virgin here tonight", I said. Opening my mouth I clamped onto her cunt and sucked both her lips into my mouth before pushing my tongue between then. Oh, the taste! So sweet! Pulling her lips as wide as I could I lapped like a cat drinking milk. After swallowing all her musky honey, I plunged my tongue in as far as I could. Swirling my tongue, I was vaguely aware of Carol moaning, swearing and jerking, but tried ignore her and to concentrate on what I was doing.

I decided to be bold, to take charge. I was a man now after all. I knelt up, pulled her right leg down and repositioned myself at her side facing down the bed. "What are you doing?", she panted. Reaching between her legs with my arms, I pulled both legs back hard and dove down, clamping onto her clit and sucking. "Ohhhhhhh......, fuckkkkkkkkkk...", I heard her yell, arching her back again.

She was trying to kick with her legs but I had them locked back with my arms. I realised that she was at my mercy. Apart from grabbing me by the balls there was little she could do. Releasing her clit, she relaxed slightly, but was still trying to squirm. I could hear her shouting something but it was a mixture of sylables, moans, groans and panting. It sounded like a whole string of words joined together.

Pulling her legs back as far as I could, I could see my target. I licked my lips, swallowed, put my tongue out and dived onto her brown anus, forcing my tongue into its centre. Living in England, I never expected to experience the thrill of bronco riding. Using reserves of energy I didn't know Carol posessed her back came a foot off the bed, lifting me with her. A scream echoed around the bedroom. I felt her hands beating on my back, then nails biting into my buttocks as her whole body shook.

Twisting my head left and right, I screwed my tongue in even deeper. Suddenly, Carol went rigid, the room went quiet, not even the sound of her breathing. Every muscle in her body seemed to be in tension. I stopped and just held my tongue in her. I felt the
ring of muscle repeatedly gripping and releasing. After what seemed like minutes but was probably only twenty seconds or so, she sucked in a huge gulp of air as her body collapsed onto the bed.

Releasing her legs I knelt up and watched her panting heavily like she'd just run a mile uphill. Her eyes were shut and mouth open wide. She didn't say anything, just laid there slowly recovering, her arms spread out to either side. Climbing off the bed, I walked out and into the bathroom; the drinks had worked their way through. Finishing, I saw a bottle of mouthwash on a shelf so swirled my mouth out, guessing that Carol might not want to kiss me, knowing where my tongue had been.

Back in the bedroom I stood by the bed looking at her. Apart from dropping her legs flat on the bed, she hadn't moved. I looked at her hair stuck to her flushed face, her puffy nipples on her ripe breasts almost glowing red, beads of sweat in her cleavage, her slim waist and wide hips, downy hair and small feet. I decided that Frank was a fucking idiot.

I also realised that Carol was fast asleep. Gently I pulled the sheets up from the bottom of the bed and covered her before walking around the bed and switching off the lamp. Turning to the heavy curtains, I opened them six inches to let in some of the early morning sunlight - enough for me to see to walk back around the bed. I climbed under the sheets and closed my eyes.

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In my sleep I heard the chink of china, but it wasn't in my sleep. As my eyes blinked open I heard the sliding of curtains. I quickly shut my eyes with a groan as the room flooded with sunlight. "Well hello and good morning", said Carol cheerfully.

Shielding my eyes with my hand, I opened them again and rolled onto my back with another groan.

"There's cup of tea on the side there. Milk and one sugar if I recall?".

Propping myself up onto my right elbow, I took in the sight of her in a white tank top and pink panties, "What time is it?".

"Twelve. Not sure how long we've slept, I don't remember going to sleep", she said sitting on the bed cross-legged next to me sipping her tea.

Reaching for my cup, I just grinned.

"Oh my god, I didn't did I?", Carol asked, her hand over her mouth, "Did I crash on you?".

I nodded.

"Sorry", she laughed, "I guess you're still a virgin then?".

I shrugged, "It doesn't matter, I'll always remember last night, or rather, this morning".

"I didn't know it was possible to orgasm like that, I had no control over my body, I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, it was almost scary. I want more, every day".

I looked at her frowning, "I don't think I...".

"Not you sweetie", she interrupted smiling and stroking my cheek, "but this won't be the last time you lay on this bed. No, I need a man, a good man who'll fuck me night and day. I phoned Frank at his church just now. I told him that if he didn't come round and fuck me tonight we were finished".

"Fuck!", I said, "What did he say?".

"He said he didn't want to talk about it. I said, "Wrong answer", and hung up on him".

"Fuck!".

"There's an Australian doctor at the hospital who's asked me out twice. Tomorrow morning I'm going to say yes".

"Good", I said, "Frank's a tosser".

She nodded and put her cup down. "So, the pressures on you Alan".

"Sorry?", I said draining my cup.

"I still want to be fucked today and you're lying in my bed naked".

Leaning in for a kiss, she stopped and pulled back saying, "There's some mouthwash in the bathroom".

"I know", I replied, "I used it while you were snoring".

"I don't snore!", she said, affronted. I just raised my eyebrows.

"Really?"

I nodded.

"That must have started recently, I guess there's been no-one in my bed to tell me. So, I get to choose the position then?".

I nodded and swallowed nervously. My god, was it really going to happen?

"Okay, I don't want you to concern yourself about me. You've already made me cum twice. This is for you. Try not to think of it as a goal or a big event. It's just two people enjoying themselves. No one is going to judge your performance".

Before I could answer, she pushed me flat onto my back and took my cock in her mouth. With her tongue working my head and her hand rolling my balls, I was hard in what seemed like seconds. As I wondered how long she was going to keep this up, I got my answer.

This wasn't going to be a long, romantic, erotic introduction to the pleasures of intercourse; this was going to be industrial sex. I guess she'd decided that the less build up - the longer I'd last.

Releasing me, she planted her hands either side of my shoulders and swung her right leg over. Laying forwards, her smiling face only inches from mine, I felt the head of my straining cock touch
somthing warm and moist.

Don't cum, don't cum, I kept telling myself. I sang the national anthem in my head - "God save our gracious Queen...". I thought of fish and chips, playing cricket, a Kawasaki trials bike. It's just skin on skin. It won't be anything special, just like shaking hands.

"You're frowning again", Carol laughed as she lowered herself.

Austen or Brontë would have used pages to describe the sensation. I need two words - fucking amazing!

My young body had never experienced such a thing. My head went back, my eyes screwed shut, I let out a long, "Nnnyyaaaaaa....".

My cock was being pressed from every direction, wrapped in slick warmth. How the fuck could a woman who'd had two k**s be this tight? My whole body was tingling. Her pubic mound was pressing on mine. She stayed still. I heard her moan. Opening my eyes, I saw her eyes were shut and her mouth open. She was frowning.

Slowly, oh so slowly, she slid back up my cock. "... long to reign over us...". Oh fuck, it was so, so good.

Her frown turned to a smile as she pushed her arms straight and began to ride me. I could see her tits swaying. All resolve left me. Reaching up I took a breast in each hand. Still riding me, she somehow slid higher to move her tits closer to my face. I sucked her left nipple then her right.

I wonder?... I thought. Twisting my hands slightly, I was able to bring her nipples closer together. Wooo hooo! I discovered I could suck them both at the same time! "Oh fuck Alan....", croaked Carol.

Without warning she was no longer riding me. Something strange happened. Sitting upright, she just worked her hips. I didn't know that was a possibility. She was squeezing my cock with her pussy muscles while her hips worked me around inside her. That came as a surprise as well. Vaginas have muscles! I felt my balls contract and my cock expand. With a long cry, I gripped the sheets and sprayed jet after jet of hot cum deep inside her.

With a final spurt, I flopped back onto the bed, laughing. I was a man!

After showers and a late lunch, in the lounge, I managed to fuck her from behind, kneeling on the carpet with her head on the sofa. We came together, though I doubt if anything left in my balls.

Two years later, Carol and her Aussie doctor got married. Up until a month before their marriage, I called in once or twice a month to give Carol her 'dose of teenage cock' as she called it. They moved to Australia a few years later. As Kevin spoke French, he was later transferred to the Concorde factory in Toulouse. There he married a French girl.

I joined the military and never lived in Bristol again.

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Thanks for reading this. I enjoyed writing it and the memories it brought back.