The sun was beating down on my back as I slowly shuffled forward heading for my home after a couple of hours on the beach with my girlfriends. The asphalt was so hot I could feel the heat on my face when I looked down making sure I didn’t step on a stone or a piece of glass. I liked to walk barefoot, but I realized it was a bad idea, and put on my flip flops again which I carried in my hand.
When I looked up again, two guys were walking towards me, the usual tourists, bare chested, shorts, flip-flops, beer cans in their hands and not a care in the world. I pegged them to be in their late twenties, probably two friends who had decided to come to the party island for a few days of sex, drugs and partying.
As we passed each other they gave me looks that I had felt many times before. They seemed to say, I’d fuck here right here and now, if she let me.
I probably would have let them, but I was on my way home for lunch didn’t have time for sex.
I could feel their eyes on my ass and that was okay too, my ass is worth a second, third and even a fourth look I suppose. Round, tight with a narrow waist and long legs it’s my best asset, no pun intended. Not that my boobs are bad, they are C cups with tiny brown nipples and set high on my chest. But my ass, that’s what I use to attract the guys, either by walking making sure my hips swung seductively, or on the beach, lying in different positions. Men are drawn to me like flies to sugar, and I love the attention I get.
When I walked into the cool apartment, I heard my mother and father talking in the kitchen. My younger sister, Tamara, who is a hot piece of ass herself, sat in the living room reading a magazine. When she heard me she looked up, “How was the beach, Esmeralda?”
“Fine, but too hot for me. I left Maria, and Sandra down there.”
“Any hot guys?” said Tamara.
I gave her a sly smile, “What do you think?”
Tamara made sure our parents weren’t listening and then whispered. “Did you hook up with anyone? I've had no luck lately.”
Tamara was like me, horny, hot, and had no shame in fucking a guy on the first date. She was eighteen and had been fucking for the last two seasons.
“No, nothing worth the effort, but someone will come around, I guess.”
I left Tamara and went to the bathroom where I took off my white bikini and looked at myself in the mirror. At twenty-one, I had a body to die for, and I loved looking at myself. My black lightly curly hair fell down my back, and my black eyes stared at you with seduction and promise of pleasures you couldn’t possibly understand. My family is gypsy which means I have dark skin and in the summer it becomes even darker.
I had not always looked like that, when I was a kid I was quite chubby and was often teased in school, but something happened in my early teens, my body began to change and by the time I was sixteen, every boy, and man in the neighbourhood was ogling me, and that’s when I realized I had power over men, I could make them eat out of my hand just by flirting with them.
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I loved winking, smiling and wiggling my butt innocently as I walked to the corner shop, to see men's reactions. When Tamara had fallen asleep at night, I began to explore my body with my hands. I realized that masturbating was the best thing ever, but I wanted to be filled. With my dad watching everything I did as he knew he had a flirt for a daughter, there was no way I could escape with a man.
What was a girl to do? Well, I went to the fridge and found a cucumber, which I took back to my room. There I gently insert into my wet pussy. I gasped as pain shot through me, but I didn’t stop. Instead, I kept on pushing it deeper into me and when my hands could only hold on to the tip, I stopped and lay still. The cucumber was cold in me, and my pussy stretched wide this felt out of this world.
When the pain subsided, I began to slide the cucumber in and out with my legs pulled up to my chest. It didn’t take long before that buzzing feeling began to extend from my clit out into every part of my young body. My legs began to tremble, my breathing became short and I closed my eyes.
The orgasm welled over me and I moaned loudly. The feeling was so intense I couldn’t continue to fuck myself with the cucumber so I pulled it out and my legs fell to the mattress, and my body shivered in post orgasmic bliss. That’s when I decided I would risk everything to get some real cock in me.
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A couple of weeks later I was at home alone when there was a knock on the door. It was a hot summer’s day and I sat on the sofa watching a comedy show in my underwear. My parents and Tamara had gone to the supermarket and wouldn’t be back for an hour or so.
When I opened the door, Jorge, one of my dad’s friends stood outside. I hadn’t bothered to change or cover myself since I was expecting my friend Sandra to come by and thought it was her outside.
When Jorge saw me his jaw dropped and I stepped back hiding behind the door only showing my head.
“I’m sorry, but your dad asked me to return this,” he said and showed me a drill he held in his hand.
“Oh, okay,” I said and reached for it.
Jorge was a man in his mid-forties, balding, with a small beer belly and kind eyes. He and my dad had been friends since middle-school and he was also my godfather.
There was a long silence and then something dangerous began to grow in the back of my mind. Jorge was single and had been so for a long time.
“Would you like to have a drink, it’s so warm outside,” I said and stepped into view.
Jorge swallowed a few times and I saw his eyes flicker over me, not to my face but to my boobs that threatened to pop out of the bra I was wearing and then down to my panties where my pussy was outlined against the thin fabric.
“So, how about it?” I said again.
“Yeah, sure,”
I let him walk past me and then closed the door. He made his way to the kitchen where he opened the fridge and took out a beer. After popping it open he drank for so long I thought he would finish it in one go, but he didn’t.
Jorge put the can down on the counter and tilted his head. “So, what are you up to, Esmeralda?”
“Nothing much, watching TV. A friend is coming over and that’s why I didn’t cover myself when I opened the door.”
“You still haven’t.”
I blushed and giggled. “I guess not, but you are like family and have known me for all my life.”
“Mm, I guess I have, but I didn’t know you had grown into such a beautiful young woman.”
His eyes were on my body again and I liked it, it turned me on that this grown man thought I was beautiful.
“Knowing your father I guess you don’t have a boyfriend?” he said after a while and finished off his beer.
“No, I don’t, but there are several guys I like.”
He took out another beer and offered me one too, but I declined by shaking my head.
“So, you don’t sneak around with the boys behind your dad’s back?”
“No, I don’t.”
He smiled and it turned into a grin. “Don’t tell me you are a good girl, I wouldn’t believe that.”
“Well, I haven’t had a chance to be a bad girl, yet.”
There was a silence where he drank his beer and looked at me. Again, I loved the way he licked his lips and eyed me.
“Would you like to try to be a bad girl?” he finally said.
“Maybe,” I answered in a weak voice.
My legs were like jelly and I was breathing hard making my chest and boobs heave. I knew my pussy was wet and it was an amazing feeling.
“Can I touch you?”
I swallowed hard and nodded.
Jorge came forward and after placing the beer can on the sink, he gently turned me around, so my back was turned to him. His hands came up around my waist and his fingers tips danced over my flat stomach up towards my boobs. Then they slipped in under my bra and he gently squeezed them.
I gasped and then let out a moan.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he whispered in my ear.
“Mm, it does.”
He pinched each nipple in turn which made them hard. I pressed my ass against him and I thought I felt the outline of his cock under his shorts. The kitchen was silent as his hands moved down across my stomach until they reached my panties where they slowly moved inside. His right hand moved forward until his middle finger reached my clit and slit. As he pressed it against my button and began to rub it, I moaned, “Oh god, Jorge, that feels so good.”
“Yeah, you like it?”
“Mm, I love it.”
I slid my hand between us and as I grabbed his cock through his shorts, he whispered in my ear, “Do you want to see it?”
“Mm, I do.”
He swung me around and then gently pushed me down until I was kneeling in front of him. “Take it out and kiss it,” he demanded.
I was so excited that my hands trembled as I unbuttoned the shorts and pulled down the zipper. I had no idea what to expect as far as size or look. I had seen cocks on the internet of course but in the videos, most of them looked huge and I was a realist, knowing that most men didn’t have an eight-inch cock or bigger.
The first thing I noticed as his shorts fell to the floor was the odour, the smell of a man during a hot summer’s day.