The Liberation Of Father Mortimer
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The first time I met Derek, I was attracted to him. He was tall. His dark hair looked shiny and soft. It was almost black. When he looked at me with those deep green eyes, my heart would pound a bit harder. The sun darkened his skin. His muscular arms were etched with tattoos displaying beautiful artwork. I always imagined what it would be like to be held by him, touched by him. Those lips of his were smooth, kissable. Oh, I dreamed of my first kiss being with him. He was my desire. There were a few problems with my fantasy. Derek is my step-brother. We don't live together. He's a few years older than me. I met him when I was in high school. My mom married his dad. It was always difficult for me to be normal around Derek because I was so sexually attracted to him. I was very quiet. I didn't really know how to handle myself around him. It's not that I was experienced and would seduce him. I was a kid without boyfriends and any experience in the sex arena. So, anyway, I kept my distance. As fate would have it, right after my high school graduation, our parents went on a week trip. They decided that I wasn't responsible enough to take care of the house for the week so they enlisted Derek to stay. Ahhh! He would see me all day, every day, for a week! I was mortified, yet enticed. So it all began.
Derek was the sexiest guy I had ever seen. I'd never been so close to a man so sexy. We even got to sit on the couch next to each other. I was in paradise. Well, I really had no idea what paradise was like until a day or two into Mom's vacation. We were both in the kitchen the night of my first time. I wasn't trying to get his attention or anything. Oh, I haven't described myself yet! I'm not tall. My hair is dark brown, kind of red. I like it long- mid back. I always thought that was a sexy way to wear hair. I have brown eyes. My breasts are definitely large for my body. I was always a little self-conscious of them (until Derek). I have a small waist that's a little curvy at the hips. My waist was my prized body part — weird? I keep it fit. So there's me!
Ok, back to the kitchen story. That night I was in my white nightgown. It certainly wasn't sexy. I remember he was in his boxers. We had been talking all evening and went to get water in the kitchen. Throughout our conversation that day, I noticed he had been flirting with me. He never really did that. In fact, he kind of kept his distance. The flirting may have started because I just turned 18 and he new he wouldn't get into trouble if it went further. We were flirting, talking about kissing. I told him I never kissed a guy and felt anything. He looked at me so seductive, that the look alone made me feel something. He told me, huskily, that he'd make me feel something. My underwear was already wet, which I had NO idea why. He walked right up to me, making me step back to the wall behind me. He held the back of my head gently, his long fingers intertwined in my soft hair, and he softly kissed me. His mouth stayed over mine as we breathed hard. He took my lower lip into his mouth and lightly sucked on it. I moaned quietly, arching my head back against the wall. My underwear was so wet. I'd never felt the sensations from my clitoris before. I started swishing my legs together to feel the pressure against my aching needs. Derek's eyes pierced into me as he asked if I felt anything then. I could barely speak. I just nodded with a soft plea for more. My small hands felt his muscles protruding from his arms as his hands felt up and down my waist. I had no idea what to do and I think Derek knew that. He'd been with enough girls to know that I was new at this. He'd also been with enough girls to know that I was willing. His gentle kisses traveled from my lips to my neck. I let his tongue tickle my neck and ears. It was glorious. My heart was pounding with the fresh sensations leaping through my body. His fingers grazed over the fabric of my nightgown to feel my nipples, which were hard from pleasure. No one had kissed or touched me like he did. The kisses traveled over my collar bone, across my voluptuous breast. He sucked the soft fabric into his mouth over my nipple, flicking his tongue. The heat from his breath against my breast was amazing. He stepped back with a smirk on his face to see that his work left my nightgown damp, making my pink nipple visible to his seeking eyes. I smiled of embarrassment. I didn't realize that a nipple could make a man surge with sexual desire. His hands left my waist and began lifting my nightgown above my knees, up my thighs, with my underwear in full view. He handed me my own nightgown and got down on his knees in front of me. I had no idea what to expect. I just stood there against the wall in the kitchen, eager to experience the next pleasure escapade. His hands urged me to spread my legs wider. I felt so naked — though fully clothed. I was filled with nervousness knowing Derek would find my underwear soaking wet. His fingers slid across my underwear. A deep groan came from his throat. He could feel my pubic hair and clitoris underneath my cotton undergarment. His fingers found the wettest area of my underwear, my opening. His fingers probed a little. Not far, since the fabric restricted. Desire rushed through my body. I knew he was doing something that I desperately wanted. I needed it. I remember letting Derek know he could pull my undergarment down. I stepped out of it. His fingers returned to my wet virginity. My unshaven dark pubic hair was right before his eyes. He ran his fingers through the soft tendrils. Then, he kissed my hairs, grasping my butt and pulling me toward him. I wanted to be as close to him as I could get. His nails gently ran circles over the soft skin of my butt. He still wasn't close enough. He wasn't where my intense need was. His kisses were soft over my hairs. His tongue slid between my labia into my silky wetness. Then, he slightly touched my clitoris. That was where he needed to be. Again, his tongue licked my clitoris. He eased his head back and spread my legs wider. I braced against the counter next to me. The movement of his tongue quickened over my tiny bulb. I could feel a finger begin to slide into me. Another new sensation I had never known before. Pleasure turned to slight pain. He moved deeper and deeper into me. His finger curved and he rubbed against the wall of my vagina. Pain turned to pleasure. Then another finger entered and stretched at my opening. Pain surged through my body. He assured me that it was better for me to take time and feel this pain. He sucked and licked at my clitoris until I thought I would explode. The mixture of pleasure and pain was incredible. The movement of his tongue would be heavy against me or light and tender. Directions of his tongue produced new sensations. He'd move it up and down, side to side, or around my tiny bulb. All of it was good. I was instructed to play with my nipples while he worked at my virginity. Adding this intensified the sensations between my legs. I twisted them, flicked them, and pulled at them. Each little movement was sensational. His fingers penetrated deeper, and slower, until I begged for more. Finally a surge of pleasure hit the place were Derek was licking and I could feel hot, smooth, wetness dripping over his fingers. I moaned with ecstasy. Was this sex? I never knew of this type of sex. His tongue searched for the wetness in my opening. He tenderly licked inside me. It was magnificent. He hardened his tongue and continued to penetrate my opening. I squirmed a bit. He drew circles with his tongue inside me. I thought I might collapse! Kisses moved over my tendrils, up my stomach and stopped in between my breasts. He lifted my nightgown over my head and let it drop to the floor. I guess he figured my feet might be tired, so he lifted me into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. I could feel his erect penis underneath his boxers rubbing against my vagina. It felt so large and strong. I wondered if I'd ever get to explore him like he had explored me. Then, I felt wetness seeping from his penis. I felt him resting below my opening. I could tell he wasn't covered by his boxers anymore. He chuckled and said he popped out of his boxer hole. I giggled a little, but was intimidated. I was still very wet. He said it was a good to stay wet. He kissed my mouth, more possessive this time. His tongue, that magical tongue, searched my mouth. Our tongues played a while as he carried me to the kitchen table. He sat me on the hard surface. I leaned back and sprawled over the tabletop. It wasn't comfortable. He spread my legs and licked at my virginity for a while. I lavished in the luxury of his services. He decided that the table wasn't a good place to be, so he lifted me into his arms again, pressing the tip of his penis against my need and walked with me to the nearest bedroom.
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