I had returned home about noon Saturday to find the beautiful, 18-year-old, Alex sitting on my living room couch, sobbing. Her cell phone lay in pieces on the floor. To my surprise, after I held her a few moments, she offered her virginity to me right then and there.
Alex, still sobbing, had bluntly asked, “Jim, do you want to fuck me? Right now?”
I gently turned her down. I just couldn’t take her virginity, given her sad state of mind. I felt losing her cherry should happen at time of tenderness and joy.
A few moments later, she told me of the upsetting phone conversation with her parents, especially her father.
Alex’s father was a hard-ass fundamentalist preacher. Even though she was still a virgin, he had spoken and treated her like a whore from the time she first began to feel her sexual awakening. She had been exploring herself, when he burst into her room and caught her. From that time on, he had called her vile names and accused her of screwing every boy she knew. It was amazing to me she had held on to her cherry for so long.
Now, her father had so much as told her she didn’t live there anymore. He also would not be paying for her to go to college in the fall.
How could I resist, when she told me she was homeless and her plans for college had been destroyed? I offered to let her stay in one or both of my spare rooms. Of course, I knew which room she’d want to stay in. Mine!
Alex had literally jumped at my offer. She practically strangled me with a hug as she accepted. But, the thing she said next got my full attention. She looked me in the eyes and asked, “Jim, do you think someone can fall in love in three days?”
I honestly replied to her question, “Until I met you, I would have said no. But now, I’m beginning to change my mind, Baby.”
After a long, tender kiss, I had her sit down. I wanted to show her what I had bought while in town that morning. I had anticipated Alex would be staying with me a few days, and I had purchased a few things I thought she would like. If she had not stayed, I would have simply returned them.
I pulled the first item out of my bag, and Alex’s eyes lit up. A blue dress meant to be worn when out for an evening of dancing. It was made of light weight material cut rather short and had a low cut neckline. It fastened with small buttons down the front.
Alex excitedly asked, “Is that for me? It’s beautiful. How did you know my size?”
“Yes, it’s yours. As for knowing your sizes, you sleep quite soundly and your dress and bra were still laying on the living room floor. I looked at the tags. The lady at the dress store helped me pick it out. Do you like it?”
Alex said, as she started to get up, “Oh, yes!”
Holding my hand up to stop her, I told her, “Stay put. I’m not done yet.”
Next, I pulled a pale blue, see-through baby doll nightie out of the bag. “Hope you like blue.” The blue nightie was followed by an emerald green one just like it. “I thought this would match your beautiful eyes.”
Alex was grinning ear to ear and practically bouncing off the couch. “I love them both. Thank you so much.” Again she started to get up and come toward me.
“Sit!” With a smile, I ordered her to remain where she was.
The last little item I pulled from the bag was a white push-up bra, light weight corset and garter belt, all in one. It was accented with little pink bows and ribbons. Sheepishly, I said, “The girls at Fredrick’s helped me pick these things.”
This time, there was no holding Alex back. She jumped from the couch and threw herself to me. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she kissed me and said, “Thank you, Jim. Thank you so much. I’ve never gotten such nice gifts. How can I ever repay you?”
We both broke into laughter when I responded to her question, “Maybe we can think of a payment plan later this evening. In the meantime, we need to go back to town. We’ll get you some shoes and whatever else you need.”
She asked, “Need? Why do I need shoes? And can you afford all this on a guard’s pay?”
“I’m hungry. Let’s eat lunch,” I told her as I dodged her question. We went to the kitchen and I sat at the table while she served the lunch she had made.
When she sat down, I explained my situation. “My wife of six years and I both had high paying and stressful jobs. She and I had this house built here. The land we’re on has been in my family for decades.”
“She was killed by a drunk driver a little over three years ago. Our insurance paid off the house and provided a sizable death benefit. The drunk’s insurance paid nearly a million dollars to settle out of court. So, with proper investing, I may never have to work again.
“My friends in a civic group I belong to had urged me to take the guard job to get me out of the house and meet people. Now, I’m sure glad I took that job.
“Now, finish eating and get ready to go to town. We’ll buy you a nice pair of shoes.”
“Why do I need shoes today?” she asked.
“Because,” I explained, “that civic group I belong to is having a dinner/dance tonight, and we’re going. I haven’t been to a dance since my wife died. Most of my friends have been urging me to come, have some fun, and maybe meet someone. Boy, are they going to be surprised. They’ll flip when they see me with a young beautiful creature like you. I hope you don’t mind being shown off.”
Alex was beaming. “Not at all. Then later tonight, we can negotiate my payment plan for my room and board and all these nice things.”
I had forgotten just how long a woman can spend shopping for one measly pair of shoes and stockings. We didn’t get back to the house until nearly 4:30 PM. It was a good thing I had an extra bathroom. I was ready in about half an hour. Alex, of course, seemed to spend forever in the main bathroom.
When Alex finally came out, wearing her new dress, she was well worth the wait. I exclaimed, “Wow!” She was a knockout. She had not a hair out of place, and her new corset was doing its job well. Her breasts seemed to be trying to escape the dress. The skirt of her dress struck her just above her knees and offered a nice view of her shapely legs.
“Seeing you, Alex, makes me want to stay home alone with you. But why should I deprive my friends of seeing such a beautiful girl?”
Alex blushed, curtsied, and said with a giggle, “Why, thank you, sir . I’ve never had anything so pretty. Shall we go meet your friends?”
Alex was the hit of the evening. Some of the guys even teasingly hit on her. Several of them made comments about the pretty young thing wearing me out. Of course, their wives usually elbowed them. Alex held tightly to my arm and laughed along with us. She fit right in and conducted herself like the perfect lady.
When we left for home, Alex seemed to become a different girl. She went from being a perfect lady to a horny, cum hungry, little nymph in an instant. As soon as we were on the road, she reached over and began stroking my rapidly growing cock through my pants. All without the use of any alcohol. Neither of us drank anything except tea all night.
“Can you hurry home? I want to suck you off. I want to be eaten. I still want you to fuck me. I want you to take my cherry.” Alex was one horny gal.
“Soon enough, Honey, soon enough.” I said. “But for now, sit up. You don’t want me to have a wreck before we get home do you?”
She sat up, but my eyes were on her overflowing chest more than the road. It was a good thing the dance was held only a half hour away from home.
As soon as I closed and locked the door, Alex started stripping.
I guess all young folks are in a hurry to do everything. I said to her, “Slow down, Honey. I’d like to watch you undress, if you don’t mind.”
With a giggle, she agreed to my request. “Okay.”
Alex dimmed the lights and slowly removed her clothes. Each shoe was pushed off her heel and tossed my way. She slowly rolled each stocking down her legs. One by one, she opened her buttons until her dress fell from her body to the floor. When she bent to pick it up, she wiggled her ass at me. After carefully folding her dress, Alex placed her hands under the bra cup of each breast and pushed them up even more than the corset did. When she peeled the white corset down her slender body, she stood before me in nothing but her white panties. A wet spot had formed at her crotch.
I thought to myself, as she dropped her corset to the floor, “White is a very appropriate color for Alex tonight. She is about to lose her purity.”
Alex held out her hands to me. I stood, took her hands, pulled her to me and hugged her tightly. I was still fully dressed except for my jacket. I had placed it on the back of a chair on the way into the house.
Standing in the middle of the living room, Alex began undressing me. My tie, shirt, and belt were quickly gone. I kicked off my shoes. Placing her hands on my chest, Alex drug them down my body as she knelt in front of me. She loosened my pants and lowered them to the floor. She stood as I stepped out of them. We now faced each other in nothing but our underwear.
We passionately kissed. I picked her up into my arms, and slowly carried her to my bed. Gently laying her down, I removed her panties and my shorts.
Before climbing in next to her, I stood for a few moments and admired Alex’s beautiful body. Her hair was softly spread around her face. A broad smile and sparkling eyes gazed back at me. Her young breasts firmly stood out from her chest. Her nipples were already hard. Her dark pubic hair formed a soft triangle above her virgin pussy. Her hands were ever so slowly rubbing her lower belly. Her shapely legs were only slightly spread.
I was one lucky son-of-a-bitch. I had this beautiful creature in my bed, and she wanted to give me her special gift. I was about to pop her cherry and take her virginity.
I reached out and gently squeezed a tit with one hand while stroking her pubic bush with the other. She moaned quietly and spread her legs a bit more.
I then crawled into bed with Alex. Putting an arm under her shoulders, I pulled her to me and sucked a nipple. I resumed stroking the soft carpet over her pussy. I petted it like a beloved pet.
Over the next several minutes, Alex spread her legs wider, and I let my hand trail down to her wet nether lips. I continued nibbling her tits while stroking my finger up and down her inviting pussy's lips. I released her tit from my mouth and kissed my way down her body. I was soon laying between Alex’s legs, kissing and licking her sopping wet pussy. I short order, Alex had drawn her spread knees up, was writhing on the bed and breathing in short gasps. Alex produced so much lubricating juice, my face became covered with it.
As she began thrusting her hips up to my face, I sucked her clit into my mouth. Alex came instantly. She held her ass well off the bed and screamed, “Yes! I’m cumming! Oh God, yes! Eat me! Suck my clit, Honey! Ooohh!”
As her climax subsided, she lowered her ass back to the bed and her breathing slowly returned to normal.
I crawled back up beside Alex, and she kissed and licked her own juices from my face. “Jim, that was wonderful. Humm, is that what I taste like? Not bad, but I think I prefer your cum.”
In the meantime, I had resumed petting Alex’s pussy. I rhythmically probed her virgin hole. First one, then two fingers gradually probed deeper and deeper into that tight, hot, opening to Alex's body. I wanted to loosen her a little before taking her cherry. Alex was gently rocking her hips in time with my fingers.
I softly kissed her lips, and then whispered in her ear, “Alex? Honey? Are you sure you want me to do this?”
Alex gazed at me with those hypnotic eyes, and quietly said, “Yes, Jim. Please, go ahead. Make love to me.”
Kissing her firmly, I rolled on top of her soft and welcoming body. Her legs had remained widely spread. Alex was offering her tender virgin pussy to my ridged cock.
I reached down and rubbed my cock’s head up and down Alex’s slit. With every up stroke I brushed her clit with my cock’s head. Ever so slowly, I moved into position to invade Alex's virgin pussy. With each rub, I pressed closer to the entrance of her hole.
Alex was breathing very rapidly again. She raised her knees, which tilted her pelvis into the best alignment for my cock to enter her. I released my cock and slid the underside along her engorged lips. My cock was in constant contact with her clit as it slid in her lips.
When Alex began rocking her hips in time with my sliding strokes, I lined my cock up with her hungry hole. Her outer and inner lips were soon parted by my cock’s head.
Alex hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear, “Go ahead, Jim. Take me.”
I pushed forward just a little until I encountered her resistance. That resistance was her hymen. It had stood guard over her depths for over 18 years. “Alex Honey, the next push will break your cherry and you will no longer be a virgin. It will probably hurt.” I softly warned her.
She hugged me even tighter, and said, “I know. Go ahead. I want you to take me. Take my cherry, now!”
I firmly kissed her lips, hugged her tightly, and plunged my cock through Alex’s hymen and into her depths. I fully buried my ridged cock in her pussy.
Alex stiffened, flattened her legs to the bed, and cried out, “Oh damn, Honey! That hurts!” She didn’t, however, release her tight hug or try to pull away from the invader between her legs.
I remained fully buried in Alex’s gored pussy. I held very still, and asked, “Are you okay, Baby?”
With a gasping voice, she replied, “I will be in a few minutes. Just hold still until I get used to you being in me. I didn’t know it was going to hurt that much.”
I must admit, I enjoyed laying fully lodged in Alex’s tight, hot pussy. I swear I could feel it making adjustment to accept my cock. I kissed, nibbled, and nipped her face, neck, and ears while waiting for her freshly speared pussy to recover. After just a few minutes, I pulled back an inch or two and pushed in again.
Alex winched and whimpered, “Oow! Give me just a little more time. It’s a lot better, but still hurts when you move.”
I again held still in her depths and waited for her pussy to relax a bit more. Stroking her hair, I tried to comfort her as well as any male could. Another short stroke deep in Alex, and I asked, “Are you okay now, Honey?”
Alex said, “I’m much better. Go ahead.”
So, I began slow short strokes deep in Alex's tender flesh. “Okay?”
“It’s alright. It’s supposed to hurt the first time. I knew it would. Some of my girlfriends said they felt like they had been stabbed with a hot poker the first time they made love. One said she burned for a week after losing her cherry. But, I’m feeling better already.”
Continuing the short, slow, strokes, I told Alex, “I’m sorry I hurt you, anyway.”
“I know. It’s okay. The pain is almost gone, now.” Alex then added, ”So, go ahead. Make love to me.”
My strokes remained slow but I gradually deepened them until I was taking full but gentle strokes into Alex. She must have sensed my reluctance to hurt her further.
She hugged me and said, “I’m okay, now. So, why don’t you fuck me like you mean it?”
I sped up my stroking in and out of Alex's freshly devirginated pussy. It wasn’t long before she began raising her hips to meet my thrusts. A few full firm strokes, and Alex raised her knees again, and tentatively returned my thrusts. In a short time, she wrapped her legs around my waist and was matching each of my thrusts with one of her own.
“ Humph, humph, humph.” Alex was grunting each time I pushed into her depths. “Oh yes. That’s feeling good now. Come on, Jim. Fuck me!”
Quickly, I began giving Alex a full speed, deep, hard fuck. After just a little hard fucking in her tight pussy I was on the edge of an eruption. Pulling out of Alex until only my cock’s head remained inside, I told her, “Here it comes, Baby.” I plunged fully to her core, held my cock deep in her depths, and pumped my load of cum into Alex’s pussy.
Alex stiffened, arched her back, and raised her ass and me off the bed. With a gasping voice, Alex said, “Hummm. Give it to me. I can feel your cum pumping into me. It’s warm and feels good! Oh God, I love it!”
She then resumed rocking her hips under me. Wanting to give her the best first fuck I could, when I finished cumming, I resumed the hard thrusting into her horny pussy.
Alex was holding me tighter and tighter. She was also getting louder. She was yelling, “Oh, Jim, I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum, now! Oh God, yes! Fuck me! Ooh! Oh fuck! Oh, ooh! Um mm.”
Suddenly, her thrusting stopped. Alex seemed to collapse under me. We lay, still connected, for several minutes while we both caught our breath.
When our breathing returned to normal, Alex softly spoke. In a voice just above a whisper, and barely audible, Alex said, “A girl can fall in love in just a few days. I love you, Jim.”
“So can a man, Alex. So can a man. I love you too.”
No further words were spoken. None were needed. We lay with my cock soaking in her pussy until I softened and was unable to remain in Alex. I rolled off her, and we held each other snugly. For a while, we chatted about the entire days events.
Alex told me how she realized I had never meant to report her to her father. She was keeping the report form because it had brought us together. Without it, she wouldn’t know how good sex could be. She didn’t think it could get any better than it had been during last night’s oral-fest. But she was wrong. Fucking is great. Being eaten is a lustful, purely bodily thrill. But making love involves the body, the heart, and the sole.
Alex then told me of her decision in the shower yesterday to let me have her asshole. She thought a butt-fuck sounded like fun. That was before the call to her family, before I brought her the gifts, and before I introduced her to all my friends.
Sometime, as we chatted, we dozed off holding each other.
I awoke the next morning to Alex sucking my cock. “Honey, wasn’t my cock covered with blood and cum this morning?”
She stopped sucking me long enough to answer with a giggle, “Not any more. It was when I started, but it was my blood and your cum. You ate me and fucked me last night, but I didn’t get a taste of your cum. Besides, I want to start paying for the nice things you bought me.”
“Whoa, Baby.” I told her, “That was only a joke.”
She raised up again, grinning, and said, “I know. Now shut up and enjoy this down payment.” She then dove back down on my cock. She quickly had a load of cum surging into her mouth and down her throat.
We then showered together. We each carefully washed every inch of the other.
Alex then fixed us a light breakfast. As we ate and sipped our coffee, she said she needed to call her father.
“Why?” I asked.
“So I can tell him his whore got fucked last night, and she loved it.”
I firmly took both of her hands in mine, leaned across the table toward her, and, in an angry voice, said to her, “Alex, you are not a whore. You never have been a whore, and you aren’t one now. You leave your father to me. Do you understand? You are not a whore.”
Lowering her head, Alex said, “Yes, Jim. I understand. I am not a whore.”
“Okay, Honey. If you bring that up again, I may have to spank you.”
Alex giggle and said, “Ooh, promise?”
“Humm, I may have just found a way to drive home the lesson that you are not a whore.”
Later that morning, Alex called her mother. Her father was working on his next sermon. So, Alex and her mother could have a peaceful talk. Alex’s mom promised to pack Alex’s things and have them ready to be picked up by the time church started that evening. She also told her daughter she was happy Alex had found someone who cared for her.
That afternoon, I called Alex’s father. There was no mistaking the anger in my voice when I spoke with him. “I’m the man your daughter is now with. I promise to take good care of her. I also promise to ruin your life if you ever try to hurt or insult her again. I promise to expose your gambling, drinking, and whoring around. Hell, the only reason you’ve treated Alex like a whore was to groom her to feed your warped incestuous ego. Do we understand each other, Mr. Boyd?”
The Reverend Boyd's shaky voice betrayed his concern for his reputation. “But, none of that is true.”
“So what! Enough people, especially in your church congregation, will believe the story that your life will be ruined in this community. Remember what I’ve said you asshole.” I then hung up.
We picked up Alex’s things that evening. While Alex loaded some of her smaller boxes into my pick-up, Mrs. Boyd and I talked. Among many other things she asked me, she made a point of assuring herself Alex would be alright. “You will take good care of Alex, won’t you, Jim?”
"Yes, Mrs. Boyd. I will. In the brief time I have known her, we have fallen in love. I want to and can afford to take very good care of her. She doesn’t know it yet, but if she still wants to, she will be going to college this fall.”
Mrs. Boyd then kissed my cheek, and said, “I’m glad Alex has found someone who will take good care for her. She has had such a hard time during her teen years. Please be good to her, Jim.”
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