In January 1979, I was wrapping up my senior year in high school. I was employed as a cook at a sit-down steakhouse. I was quite inexperienced when it came to sex. I went on dates with several girls, but only once did I get close to one, and that ended disastrously.

I worked a minimum of five days each week, closing the restaurant alongside the hostess Annette. She was 42 years old, with at least two ex-husbands and many boyfriends. She stood five feet seven inches tall and weighed approximately one hundred seventy pounds. She carried herself with a loud, flirty attitude.

After closing every night, I was required to accompany her to the bank, where she dropped off the receipts. She flirted with every guy she encountered—cooks, dishwashers, and customers alike. She and I got along well; I knew she had two children and was currently between boyfriends.

One freezing January night, her car wouldn't start, so I gave her a ride to the bank. After dropping off the receipts, she asked if I could give her a ride home. I told her that I could. I drove to her apartment, and when she stepped out, she invited me to come upstairs.

Once inside, she asked me to take a seat on the couch. She asked me what I thought was wrong with her car. I told her it was very cold and that the battery had died. I also mentioned that my dad had a charger I could take home to try charging it, and if that didn’t work, I could take her to the parts store to buy a new one.

She poured a drink for herself and lit a cigarette. She sat beside me and asked if I had a girlfriend. I told her I didn't; it's not that I hadn't tried, but I lacked social awareness. The one time I tried petting with the neighbor girl, I ended up ejaculating all over her hand.

At Annette's request, I stood up. She ran her hand over the front of my jeans, and I was on the verge of losing it. She unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. I'm not particularly huge, but I'm not exactly small either.

At that moment, I nearly ejaculated. Then she leaned forward and took me into her mouth; I climaxed almost instantly, filling her mouth with my semen.

She swallowed it all, and when she was done, she said to me, "You don't need a girlfriend; you need a bucket." I felt embarrassed, but she comforted me, telling me this frequently happened with guys on their first time. This was the first time anyone had ever performed oral sex on me. She stood, kissed me, and led me into her bedroom.

She had me remove my clothes and sit on her bed, then she proceeded to undress right in front of me. She wore a one-piece skirt uniform that she slid down, with a bra that barely contained her large breasts. I was captivated; she was only the second woman I had ever seen like this.

She took off her bra, revealing her magnificent breasts, which were large and naturally pendulous. Her nipples were large, and I was captivated just by looking at her. She sat beside me, took my hands, and gently placed them on her breasts. Instructing me on what to do.

She asked me to cup her breasts, hold them, and gently squeeze them. She took my hands in hers to guide me through it. Her breasts felt amazing in my hands. They measured thirty-eight DD. They were soft and pendulous, and I loved holding them.

She directed me to massage her nipples. They hardened and grew to almost half an inch in length. She then instructed me to lick and suck them; she asked me to lick around them and kiss her breasts. Following her instructions willingly, I experienced pure bliss.

I worshipped her breasts as long as she wanted me to; they were beautiful. I licked and sucked them and fondled them. She then asked me to help remove her panties. I kissed my way down her belly to the top of her underwear.

When I pulled down her panties, I observed that although she had blonde hair, her pubic hair was darker and contained some gray. To me, it appeared beautiful, lush, and dense. I let my fingers glide through it. She requested that I not put my fingers inside her.

She guided me on how to bring her pleasure. She instructed me to use the flat of my tongue to lick her clitoris. After that, she had me lick her labia, and when she became aroused, she instructed me to insert two fingers inside her. She asked me to curl my fingers into a hook shape and gently rub inside her.

She requested that I lick in a circular motion, followed by side-to-side movements to enhance her pleasure. She then instructed me to lick up and down as she sighed in pleasure.

She asked me to softly suck on her clitoris, which I did. She was now wiggling her hips, becoming increasingly moist. She reached climax while I was licking her, letting out a pleasurable groan.

She pulled me near and saw that I was erect. She instructed me to lie on my back and said she would take control of the situation. She positioned herself astride my hips, aligning my erect member with the entrance to her vagina.

I was nestled within her, feeling her warmth and softness. She asked me to let her know if I sensed I was nearing climax. She slowly slid down until I was completely inside her; she remained seated there. She requested that I fondle her breasts, which I did. Then she shifted forward and back.

I never imagined that sex could feel this good. I told her I felt like I was about to ejaculate. She halted and advised me to maintain control. I followed her instructions. She had me rub her nipples before sliding up my shaft.

We engaged in this for around twenty minutes, during which she climaxed at least once. She then accelerated, and when I warned her that I was about to ejaculate, she encouraged me to go ahead. I did, and it felt absolutely wonderful; I had never experienced anything like it before. She leaned over me, her breasts pressing against my chest.

She gave me a kiss, and I kissed her in return. I felt euphoric. I was about to turn eighteen in a few days, and I was no longer a virgin. She shifted to my side and directed me to pleasure her orally again. Although I felt a bit hesitant, she insisted, and I complied. She had a different flavor this time, yet it wasn't bad.

She told me that if I expected a woman to swallow my semen, I should be aware of its taste. I mentioned that she tasted wonderful to me; she kissed me and cuddled up close. We drifted off to sleep side by side.

Upon waking the next morning, she was entertained by my morning erection. We made love once again. This time, in the missionary position, she guided me on when to slow down, speed up, and how to stimulate her clitoris. She reached climax twice before I did.

After that, she had me perform cunnilingus on her again. I was growing fond of this act. After resting, we got out of bed, and she prepared some coffee and breakfast. While we sipped our coffee, she shared a few things with me. She said we could carry on with what we were doing since she liked me and was enjoying it.

However, I was instructed not to tell anyone about our involvement, not because we were doing anything wrong, but because some people might not understand. I promised her that I wouldn't tell anyone. Additionally, we would stop whenever she decided it was time to do so. I heard her, yet I hoped that moment would never come.

She told me that if a woman is giving me oral sex, I should never force her or hold her head down. Some women disliked that, and I was to make sure to always warn them before I ejaculated. I gave my word that I would. We finished breakfast and then proceeded to fix her car.

After going to my house to get some tools, we removed the battery, and I brought it to the parts store. It was owned by Tony, our neighbor. It also functioned as a repair and body shop. His daughter Marie was behind the counter; I had known her since second grade.

I had a crush on her starting in third grade and quickly fell in love with her. She was beautiful, frequently had boyfriends, and regarded me only as a friend. I told her what we needed, and she called her dad to come out.

Tony placed the battery on the tester and declared it dead, but he had a refurbished one available for forty-five dollars. Because she was my friend, he would give Annette ten dollars for the used item along with a five percent discount. She purchased it, and I handled the installation.

After we got her car started, she asked me to follow her home, and once we arrived, we went back to her apartment. Annette discussed our relationship with me; I was just days away from turning eighteen, and she was forty-two. She would educate me about sex and how to satisfy a woman.

That afternoon, she wanted to unwind, so I performed cunnilingus on her exactly as she had taught me. I began by using my tongue to gently stimulate and tease her clitoris and labia, then continued with my fingers as I licked her. On this occasion, she directed me to go slightly lower and lick her anus and sphincter. She was pristine and flavorful.

She instructed me to apply lubricant to my fingers before inserting one finger, and then two fingers, into her anus. I was using my mouth, tongue, and both hands to pleasure her. She was moaning and thrusting her hips toward my face; she climaxed multiple times as I continued. I was overjoyed that I was able to make her feel good.

Since my member was rock hard, she decided to measure me. According to her, my penis measured seven and three-quarter inches in length and three and a half inches in diameter. According to her, that was an appropriate size. Afterwards, she positioned herself on her stomach and asked me to put Vaseline on both her anus and my member.

Annette proceeded to instruct me to place my shaft into her anal cavity. Though I was unsure, she persisted. I positioned the tip of my member at her anus and gently pushed in; she let out a soft grunt and encouraged me to go deeper inside her. Looking down, I noticed she possessed the most magnificent butt I had ever encountered.

When I was inside her, she instructed me to fuck her ass. I did it just as if it were her pussy; she was stimulating her clitoris with her fingers and hand. She pushed back against me, pulling me as deep as possible. She tightened her buttocks and anal muscles, gripping my shaft firmly.

With a gentle rhythm, I pushed and pulled my shaft in and out while Annette moaned with pleasure. I let her know I was about to climax. She contracted her buttocks and anal muscles on my member. I deposited my semen into her cavity. I pumped continuously until I finished ejaculating. After I was spent, I knelt behind her, admiring her backside.

After asking me to take my penis out of her anus, she then requested that I lick her clean. I was absolutely happy to do that. Using my tongue, I licked her anus clean of my seed. Causing her to moan with pleasure. From the back, I gently teased her vagina and clitoris. Bringing her to climax.

I positioned myself next to her and cuddled up closely. She kissed me and said that not all women enjoy anal sex, so I shouldn't pressure them into it. I promised that I would never do that.

Annette and I were lovers throughout the remainder of my senior year; we met three or four times each week. She educated me extensively on sex and the art of pleasing a partner. In June, I graduated and started a new position at a factory. In June, our meetings decreased to just one or two days per week.

Our most recent night out was the weekend preceding the Fourth of July weekend. She reminded me of our first day by telling me that it would eventually come to an end. I had hoped that day would never come. She told me she had a new boyfriend who was closer to her age.

It was time for us to part ways; she affectionately called me a dear, sweet boy. She mentioned that I would always hold a special place in her heart. But it had to come to an end; needless to say, I was heartbroken. We made love for the last time. I ensured she experienced as many orgasms as I was able to provide.

Before she noticed my tears, I kissed her goodbye and walked away. Fortunately, with my father and his girlfriend gone for the weekend, I was able to sob myself to sleep.

During the month of July, I focused on work and stayed private. I saw Marie from next door along with our other friends: Marsha, Stephanie, and Rodney. All of us had known each other since we were in second and third grade. I attended Marie's pool party at her house on a Saturday afternoon.

I was talking with Marsha and Rodney when she asked about my girlfriend, and I told her that we had moved on. She appeared upset. I mentioned that it was fine and, I would survive. We all recognized that Rodney's circumstances with his boyfriend were alike; everyone knew he was gay, but nobody mentioned it.

I went home early because I wasn't feeling very sociable and didn't want to bring my friends down. While I was watching TV, I heard a knock at the door. It was Marsha; she wanted to check that I was alright. I said I was, and thanked her; then she asked if she could come in. I invited her inside, and we proceeded to the living room.

Marsha was a larger woman, standing around five foot seven and weighing nearly two hundred pounds, but we had been friends for almost thirteen years, and I liked her. She sat down and told her that she would be attending UW Whitewater in the fall. I thought it was really cool, so I told her.

She placed her hand over mine and said she was so happy that I was handling my breakup so well. I expressed my gratitude, and she leaned in to kiss me. I had never considered Marsha in that light before, but I kissed her back. I hadn't had any interaction with a woman for about three weeks.

We kissed passionately in the living room, my hand gently caressing her breast; it felt amazing as her tongue explored my mouth. She said, 'Let's go to your room,' and I couldn't refuse, so I led her there. She had on her bathing suit with a skirt over it, so I untied the skirt, and we lay down on my bed.

I kept massaging her breasts while sliding the top of her suit down to reveal them. She had well-shaped, generously sized breasts. I pressed my mouth against one of her nipples, gently sucking it. I gently teased it with my tongue, causing her to moan and her nipple to harden.

I teased one with my tongue while massaging the other with my free hand. Gently rubbing her nipple, just as Annette showed me. Marsha moaned in approval as I peeled the rest of her suit down her body and legs.

I moved my mouth away from her nipples and kissed my way down her soft belly; she was voluptuous and beautiful. I moved toward her thighs; her pubic hair was dense and curly, with a brownish-red hue. I adored it and let my fingers glide through, softly brushing it.

I slid between her thighs and kissed her pubic area, letting my tongue linger as I gently teased her clitoris. Then, as I moved my lips along her labia, she let out a sigh. I slipped my tongue inside her and gently licked her inner walls to keep them moist. Once she was aroused, I gently inserted two fingers into her.

I kept licking and sucking her clitoris and labia, moving my tongue along to savor her taste. Marsha was moaning now; I was bringing her to climax. I kept my mouth, tongue, and fingers moving on her until her hips were pressing against my face. She had a strong climax on my tongue.

I kissed my way up her stomach to her breasts, then positioned the tip of my member at the entrance of her vagina and entered her. She gasped softly as my cock slid into her canal; I was gentle and eased it in.

As I made love to her, I gently sucked her nipples while sliding my hands under her ample buttocks and drawing her closer to me. As Annette had instructed, I took my time and made sure Marsha felt good. Her belly was soft and jiggly; I had known her for twelve years and harbored fantasies about her, as well as about Marie and Stephanie.

Marsha was moaning and pressing her hips against me while I used one hand to massage her clitoris as we made love. She reached climax once, twice, and three times while I was inside her. Then I arched my back and climaxed, filling her with my seed. I persisted in pumping into her until I finished.

We were out of breath; her breasts shimmered with sweat. I kissed them and gently traced my tongue over her nipples. I shifted downward and tenderly licked her clitoris and labia once more, extracting my semen. This caused her to climax repeatedly.

Once I finished, I scooted up to be beside her and kissed her face and mouth. We lay there talking, she started to ask about my breakup, but there was a knocking at the door.

I put on some shorts and went to see who it was; I found Rodney at the door. Tears streamed down his face as he held his hand over his mouth. I opened the door, let him in, and asked what was happening. He was starting to tell me when Marsha came into view, pulling up her bathing suit.

He paused his crying just long enough to tell me that Fred, Marie’s boyfriend, had hit him. He mentioned that Fred hit Marie and caused her to fall, and he tried to stop him. I was furious. I put on a shirt and a pair of shoes. I asked Marsha to assist Rodney. I then went to Marie’s house, and when I arrived, Fred was still yelling.

I saw Marie crying on the ground while Stephanie held her. I asked for an explanation of the situation. Fred glanced my way and said, "Oh, here’s the other one.”

Then he said, “Did your boyfriend come get you?”

I asked him why he hit Marie and Rodney. He told me that Rodney had gotten in his way when he was slapping his slut. I told him to leave.

But he responded by raising his fist and swinging at me. He didn't know I had earned varsity letters in boxing for three years, and I struck him twice—once in the abdomen and once in the solar plexus. The wind was knocked out of him, causing him to fall to the ground.

Just then, Marie’s parents pulled up; her dad, Tony, got out of the car with a wrench in hand. He was eager to find out what was happening. Stephanie told him that Fred hit both Marie and Rodney, and that I had hit Fred. Marie’s mother went over to her. Fred remained on the ground, struggling to catch his breath.

Tony told Fred to go immediately. Tony and I assisted him in standing up and escorted him to his car. He drove away. Upon returning to the backyard with Tony, we found that Marsha and Rodney had joined the rest of the group. Tony had his wife escort Marie inside, then asked me if I could drive the others home.

I told him I would, and he also invited us to a cookout the next day at 2 p.m. We all went to my car, a 1970 Chevy Nova sedan. Marsha slid into the front seat beside me, with Stephanie sitting next to her. Rodney sat down in the rear.

I got to Marsha’s house first; when I faced her to say goodbye, she kissed me passionately, intertwining her tongue with mine. Rodney witnessed this from the back seat, and Stephanie saw it as well. Stephanie said she planned to stay at Marsha’s house.

Rodney moved to the front seat and asked if he could stay at my house. I told him that it was fine with me. After getting back to the house, we went into the basement. Down there, my dad had a cozy TV room with a big sectional sofa. I asked Rodney if he would like a soda.

We turned on the television and came across a classic horror film to watch. Since Rodney was still upset, he chose to sit close to me. He asked me why Fred was so mean to him, and I simply told him that Fred was a jerk who was either afraid of or jealous of him.

He asked me why Fred was jealous, and I explained that he shared a close friendship with Marie, just like the rest of us. According to Rodney, we never insulted or ridiculed him. I explained to him that we had all been acquainted since the age of seven and that we understood him. None of us would ever consider doing that.

He shed a few tears, and I grabbed some Kleenex to gently wipe them away. Placing my arm around his shoulder, I told him that things were going to be okay. He knew he could always count on us, and if he felt like crying, he should go ahead.

He wept on my shoulder; my childhood friend was hurt, and I couldn't explain why people could be so cruel. We sat together, holding each other, when something unexpected occurred. He tilted his head upward and kissed me on the lips.

I felt neither repulsed nor angry; instead, I kissed him back, and our tongues intertwined. To me, it felt normal; it wasn’t like kissing Annette or Marsha—just different. It felt wonderful; we lingered in the kiss for a long time.

We reclined on the couch without breaking our connection and kept kissing each other. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close to me. I had never kissed another boy before, and it didn't feel bad at all.

We gently explored each other's bodies. Unsure of what to do, I lifted his shirt and kissed his chest, gently biting his nipples. He must have enjoyed it, as he moaned in approval. He halted me, looked me straight in the eye, and asked if I was sure I wanted to continue.

I gave him an affirmative nod, and he said we should go to my room. I took his hand and guided him upstairs; once we reached my room, we began undressing each other. He was shorter and smaller than I am, slender and hairless on his body. He reminded me of Brad Davis, the actor.

His penis was smaller than mine, but only by a small margin. Black pubic hair surrounded it; he then asked me to lie down on the bed. He then lay beside me, and I confessed that I had never experienced anything like this before. He encouraged me to trust my feelings; I kissed him and caressed him.

I kissed my way down his body, gently caressing his skin and savoring every inch of him. The texture of his skin was soft, with a salty taste. He skillfully moved us into a sixty-nine, placing his penis right before me. I took hold of it and licked the head. He let out a moan while I traced my tongue down his shaft.

His mouth was on my shaft, making me feel amazing. I covered my teeth and took part of his shaft into my mouth; I could go about halfway down without gagging. Hearing him moan while he was around my shaft assured me I was doing something correctly.

I returned to the head of his shaft, gently licking around it, then moved down his shaft, using my tongue on his scrotum. I placed his scrotum in my mouth and began to suck it.

Seeing his anus made me want to lick it too. I treated it just as I would a woman's vagina, and he once again expressed sounds of pleasure. His taste was absolutely wonderful.

I could feel my orgasm building, so I warned him that I was about to ejaculate, but he quickened his pace and swallowed all of my semen. With my mouth, tongue, and hands, I made him release his seed into my mouth. The rapid pace surprised me, though I was able to swallow most of it.

I licked him thoroughly, ensuring I collected every drop of his seed. We then shifted to face each other, and our lips met in a kiss, our tongues intertwining in a dance. He asked whether I was okay, and I told him that I felt happy. He embraced me.

We lay side by side, holding each other and talking about what we had done. I asked if I had done everything correctly. He said it was great; we talked about what had happened earlier, and I told him I was sorry he had to experience that.

He told me he was fine and considered me his hero. I told him that I was his friend. He told me he had been thinking about this all along. I was truly honored and made that clear. I gave him another kiss. He inquired whether Marsha and I had sex. I didn't respond immediately, but he said he could taste her on me.

I was surprised by that, and he added that she had told him while she was helping him. I said she told you that. He responded that she had, and was informing Stephanie while we lay there. I paled slightly, and he added that they would inform Marie by tomorrow.

He questioned me about my love for Marie. I told him that I had, and that it had been for a very long time. He said they had figured that out. I asked who they were, and he told me it was him and the girls. His words left me puzzled; then he kissed me, saying that my behavior had revealed the truth to everyone for years.

He said there was no need to worry; everyone was glad that Fred was gone. He mentioned that the girls frequently discussed boys right in front of him, comparing their thoughts. I should expect a call from Stephanie tomorrow. I asked him why, and he replied that it was to find out if Marsha was telling the truth about me.

I merely shook my head. He kissed me once more and told me not to worry, just to go with the flow. After that, we held each other and fell asleep. We ended up spooning, with me at the back and my arm wrapped around his waist. It felt perfectly right as I kissed the back of his neck, and he sighed in approval.

When I woke up, I had a strong morning erection, this time pressed between Rodney’s butt cheeks. With my arm around his waist, I could sense he was facing the same issue. I kissed his neck and gently nibbled on his ear, eliciting a moan of approval from him. He turned, kissed me on the lips, and then rolled onto his back.

He reached over to my nightstand, took the Vaseline, and applied some to my member and some to his anus. I knelt between his parted legs as he guided me inside him. I inserted myself slowly to avoid causing him pain; I felt the head of my penis pass through his anal ring.

I paused to let him adjust, and he smiled at me. He swayed his hips and urged me to continue, so I did. As I entered him, the sensation was wonderful; his tightness and warmth felt so pleasant. While I was inside him, I applied some Vaseline to my hand and gently stroked his penis. He raised his hips to align with my thrusts and strokes.

His muscles contracted and gripped my member tightly, his hips moving rhythmically back and forth in sync with my motions. He lifted his hips to meet the strokes of my hand on his penis. His semen erupted from him, splattering across his chest and my hand. I released my seed into his bowels; I nearly shouted with joy.

After I withdrew my member from him, I leaned down to kiss him and then licked his semen off his chest. I worked my way down to his shaft, licking it clean of any remaining seed before taking it into my mouth and sucking out the last traces of semen.

Lifting his legs, I cleaned his anus of my seed with my tongue. I treated it the same way I would any woman's vagina I had ever been with. This prompted him to emit faintly joyful noises. Afterwards, I lay next to him, embracing and kissing him. We laughed together and chatted. Both of us needed to take a shower.

After our shower, he needed a clean shirt and ended up grabbing one of mine—a 'Molly Hatchet' concert t-shirt. It was too big for him, but he liked it. I told him he should call his mom to let her know he was okay. He spoke with her, and she had already heard from Marie’s parents about what occurred.

She asked him to come home as soon as possible because they needed to go to Burlington to visit his grandparents for a cookout. No sooner had he hung up than the phone rang again, and he answered it. Stephanie was calling; she wanted me to pick her up for Marie’s cookout. After talking to her, I mentioned that I'd be there soon.

Rodney and I shared a kiss in my kitchen. I wanted to know if he was doing okay. He responded that he was fine and confirmed that Marsha had not exaggerated about me. This made me blush. He gave me a hug. We went to pick up Stephanie; he sat beside me in the car. We arrived at Stephanie’s house, where she was waiting outside.

She slid in beside Rodney, greeted him with a good morning, and remarked that he looked happy. We reached Rodney’s house and all walked up to his front door together. His mother greeted us at the door, embraced Rodney, glanced at his lip, and commented on the shirt he was wearing. He told her that it was mine, and his had some blood on it.

His mother gave me a hug and thanked me for taking care of him, saying I was a very nice boy. As she embraced me, her hands gently squeezed my buttocks. Rod and Steph both took note of this. She returned to her kitchen. Rodney kissed and hugged Steph, then faced me, wrapped his hands around my neck, pulled me close, and kissed me on the lips.

I pulled him toward me and kissed him back. Steph watched us quietly, a knowing smile on her face. He mentioned he would call once he returned. Steph and I returned to my car. I asked her what she wanted to do since we had a few hours before the cookout. Steph was consistently the most straightforward and confident among the girls.

She suggested that we come up with something. We drove back to my place. After we got inside, I asked if she would like some coffee or juice. She selected the juice but desired a splash of vodka in it. I served her a drink.

She asked me how my night had been, and I said it was nice. She responded that she could tell it did from how happy Rodney appeared. We talked a bit about the Fred incident; she mentioned that Marie had dispatched Rodney for help.

She told me about her conversation with Marsha last night, and I blushed. She mentioned that there was no reason to feel embarrassed, as Marsha had been very complimentary. She stated that she intended to ask Rodney, regarding me as well.

She brought up Rodney wearing my T-shirt, inquiring whether I understood its significance. I wasn't aware, so I informed her of that. She asserted that when a girl wears her man's shirt after sex, she is symbolizing her claim over him. She pointed out that I was too busy to notice Marsha had left wearing one of my shirts, too.

She then mentioned that she and Marie had noticed it. This surprised me and made me worry that Marie was now angry with me. She told me that earlier today, she and Marsha spoke with Marie about what occurred. At that moment, I was genuinely upset, and she could see it clearly.

She told me not to worry because Marie had something important to ask me. I asked what it concerned, and she replied that I must wait for Marie. Now she could tell I was annoyed, yet she leaned toward me and kissed me. I kissed her back in response. Steph is the smallest among the girls, at approximately one hundred and fifteen pounds.

Her breasts are smaller, roughly the size of a large coffee cup, but she has well-defined hips and buttocks. She wanted to know if I was hungry. She desired for her pussy to be eaten. I let her know I was constantly hungry. She guided me to my bedroom and admired the waterbed.

She sat on the bed, causing it to jiggle and bounce. It was just nine thirty in the morning, yet the temperature was nearly eighty-five degrees. The waterbed felt cool to the touch.

She lay down, and I positioned myself next to her. We shared a kiss. I lifted her shirt and noticed she wasn't wearing a bra; her breasts were small, but her nipples and areolas were quite large.

I suckled her breasts, gently licking around each one before sucking on her nipples. Gently nibbling and fondling her breasts. She sighed softly while wriggling out of her shorts as I kissed my way down her stomach. Upon reaching her pudendum, I observed that she had shaved the area and sported a small butterfly tattoo.

I traced my tongue over her labia, softly licking them. I savored her womanhood, finding it exquisite. I licked and gently teased her clitoris, swirling my tongue around it. She moaned as she gently ran her fingers through my hair. I used the flat surface of my tongue to cover her clitoris and licked it softly.

I used my tongue to gently lick the inside of her vagina, exploring her inner walls. As her arousal and moisture increased, I slowly inserted one finger, then two, curling them in a hooking motion. Carefully, I inserted my fingers, found her G-spot, and started pressing and rubbing it.

This caused her hips to flex and move as she moaned with pleasure. I slid in a third finger, and going slightly deeper, I located her A-spot exactly as Annette showed me. This caused her to exclaim with joy. I continued licking and using my fingers until she experienced several intense orgasms.

Her hips were thrusting against my face. She was releasing her fluid into my open mouth, and I swallowed it. I then moved my tongue down to her anus, licked it, and gently inserted my tongue inside. It was obvious she had never experienced anyone doing that before. She pressed her butt against my tongue, craving more.

Once I finished orally pleasing her, I moved up her body and lay between her spread thighs. However, she said she wanted to be on top, so I rolled onto my back, and she straddled my hips. She grasped my member, mentioning its nice size. She held it as she began to slide down on it

She lowered herself onto my shaft. I sighed in pleasure. I grasped her breasts as she rode me slowly. She rocked her hips back and forth, then up and down. She leaned down and kissed me. I grasped her butt cheeks and squeezed them.

She controlled the speed and made sure I hit all the right spots if I was close to climax. I warned her so she could slow down. I felt her shudder in orgasm her vaginal muscles contracted around my shaft. I told her I was close. She climaxed again and rode me hard. I pushed my hips up into her as deeply as I could, releasing my seed.

I kept pumping into her as I pulsated more semen into her. Filling her vagina until I could feel it leaking down onto my scrotum. Finally, she collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily. She bent her head down to kiss me.

I kissed her in return; she whispered that Marsha hadn't exaggerated. I told her I hadn’t finished yet. She crawled up my body until her genital area was directly above my face. She squatted above me as I kissed and licked her clitoris and labia. I plunged my tongue deep inside her, licking up my seed and making her tremble with another orgasm.

As her legs started shaking uncontrollably, I guided her to recline on top of me. I brought her crotch up to my face and extended my tongue further inside. Licking her inner walls to ensure I cleaned her thoroughly. Then, with her buttocks beneath my chin, I licked her anus, gently pushing my tongue inside. She reached a powerful climax.

She snuggled up next to me. Pressing softly against my neck and cheek. I faced her and kissed her. Like everyone else, I had known her for nearly twelve years and often fantasized about her. She mentioned that other boys had never eaten her in that way. She said Marsha had told her and Marie that I ate pussy like I really enjoyed it.

I told her I loved doing it because it made me feel good to bring my partner to climax and make them feel pleasure. She said that no one had ever licked her butt. I told her she tasted wonderful, and she laughed.

Then we discussed the previous night; she revealed that it wasn’t the first time Fred had been violent towards Marie and Rodney. Marie was aware that I would come if she sent for me. She told me that Marie was aware I had been in love with her for a long time.

Steph also mentioned again that Marie had something important she wanted to ask me. I asked what it was, and Steph informed me that Marie would be the one to talk to me. She cuddled against me, emitting a soft purr. She suggested that we shower and get ready for the cookout.

Together, we went to the bathroom and took a shower, where I soaped and cleansed her body. Caressing her entire body, her small breasts fit perfectly in my hand. She washed me, and then we kissed in the shower. I shaved, brushed my teeth, and then got dressed. While searching my drawers, she found an old Jethro Tull T-shirt to put on.

Since Marie’s house was right next door, we walked over there. I noticed that Tony, her father, had already started the grill while Marie was by the pool. Steph dashed to her side and wrapped her arms around her. Marie noticed the T-shirt immediately. Marie approached me, wrapped her arms around my waist, hugged me tightly, and kissed me.

Tony saw this and resumed grilling. I returned her kiss and held her tightly in my arms. She whispered softly.“You're my hero.” I simply smiled in response. She also mentioned that we would speak later. She and Steph hurried back to the pool. I watched them both as their hips swayed.

The cookout was quite enjoyable; Tony and I talked about many topics, including my plan to ask Marie out. He said that was fine, but to be kind to her. He told me that he, along with Ellen and their son, would be heading to Sun Prairie following the cookout.

Once the cookout ended, Steph and I assisted Marie in tidying up the yard. Her family was preparing to depart; we embraced them and told them to enjoy themselves. Once we were finished, Marie told me to go to my house since they would be there shortly.

I waited for them in the kitchen, and five minutes later, they arrived. They both carried small overnight bags. Marie wondered whether we could move into the living room. We all took a seat on the couch. Marie was about to say something when I interrupted, saying sorry that she had seen me like that the night before.

She told me she was fine with what had happened, that’s why she sent Rodney to get me. She told me she had some important things to discuss with me. Her first question was about the duration of crush on her. I told her since the third grade, and that I had loved her since the sixth grade.

She said she already knew that but needed to confirm it because of what she was about to tell me. She claimed to be pregnant, and that was the subject of their argument and why Fred struck her. He denied it was his, he insulted her by calling her a slut, and demanded that she get rid of it.

She replied that she couldn’t, but she was also unsure of what her parents would think; she feared they would hate her. I assured her that they would never hate her; although they could be angry, their love for her was unwavering. I told her I would do anything she needed me to do.

She began to cry. Steph was seated next to her, and the two of us embraced her with our arms. I told her that I had asked her father if it was all right for me to go out with her. He gave his consent. I inquired about how far along she was. She responded by saying she estimated around six weeks. I mentioned to her that we had to come up with a story for her parents.

I then asked her if she had feelings for me, and she said she always had. I told her we should plan to stay together and get married since she would be showing in for a few more weeks. Both of them began to cry.

I wrapped my arms around both of them. Marie gave me a kiss and told me I was very sweet. I simply held her tightly. She stood up, took my hand, and guided me to my room, with Steph trailing just behind us. When we arrived, she kissed me and gently slid her tongue into my mouth. I melted into her embrace, returning her kiss.

Lying together on the bed, I began to remove her clothes. She began removing my clothes, with Steph assisting her. After we undressed, I positioned myself between Marie's thighs and began teasing her clitoris with my tongue, while Steph fondled and kissed her breasts. I tenderly nibbled on her clitoris while softly sucking it.

I then kissed and licked her outer and inner labia, eliciting moans of pleasure from her. Steph continued to suck and bite her nipples. I raised Marie's knees to gain better access to her vagina and anus. I continued to pleasure her with the flat part of my tongue.

I slid my fingers inside Marie to heighten her pleasure as she arched her hips toward my tongue. As Steph and I pleased her, she reached climax. She climaxed on my face and tongue.

With my shaft erect and ready, I moved between her thighs while she expressed a desire to change position. Steph positioned herself beneath her in a sixty-nine, and as Marie knelt above, she offered me access to her vagina.

I positioned the head of my shaft at the entrance of her pussy and gently slid it in. Marie moaned in pleasure between my cock and Steph’s tongue. I pushed deeply into her, filling her with my cock inside her. Steph was licking her clitoris while my shaft slid into her, bringing pleasure to us both.

Both of us were working on Marie as she reached climax. Steph was also reaching climax while Marie was pleasuring her. Finally, as I noticed Marie’s ejaculate covering my shaft, I released my seed inside her vagina, with some leaking around my cock. Steph was eagerly savoring both of our juices as I pulled away from Marie.

As my shaft left Marie’s pussy, Steph took it in her mouth. She sucked and licked it, I let out a groan. While cleaning up my sperm, she continued to lick Marie. I bent down and gently licked Marie's anus, softly sliding my tongue inside her. Two tongues explored her, leading her to climax again.

After finishing, I rested between them while we caught our breath and talked. Steph asked me how I managed to insert my shaft into Rodney without causing him pain, since when Fred did it, Rodney cried. I told her that my ex-girlfriend advised me to always please my partners rather than hurt them.

I told them she taught me self-control and that my partner should always reach climax first. Marie wanted to know why we had separated. I told them the truth, explaining that Annette preferred someone closer to her age. She inquired about her age, and I replied that she was forty-two.

She exclaimed, "Oh my God, Stanley, that's the same age as my mom!" To which I replied, her mother looked good for her age. She gave me a playful slap. We lay together until we drifted off to sleep.

We had a deep sleep, and come morning, I heard a tap, tap, tapping on my window. I opened my eyes and glanced at the clock. The clock showed eight in the morning. I got up and looked outside; it was Rodney. Steph asked who it was, and I told her. Without hesitation, I went to the door to let him in; when I opened it, I was completely naked.

Rodney asked if I always answered the door that way; I told him it was only for him. He inquired about the girls' whereabouts, and I told him they were in the bedroom. He padded back there, and the girls sat up, saying,

“Good morning.”He kissed both of them, then kissed and hugged me.

We told him about our discussion the night before, explaining that Marie and I were a couple planning to get married. He was happy, then burst out laughing, saying that his mom had asked if I was his new boyfriend. He said he kind of told her that I was. I told him that I was his boyfriend now.

He embraced me and kissed me once more before we tumbled onto the bed, where he straddled me, showering my face and lips with kisses while the girls laughed nearby. Being naked and young, my penis became erect as his hips moved against it.

The girls observed it and were eager to see a demonstration. Rodney and I were glad to comply. Rodney took off his shorts, and I began pleasuring him anally, licking his anus and sphincter with the same care as I would a vagina. As my tongue entered him, he let out a sigh.

I sat on the edge of the bed with my feet touching the floor, while Marie applied Vaseline to my shaft and Steph coated Rodney’s anus with it. Then I had Rodney sit on my lap, facing the girls, making his shaft accessible to them.

Rodney slid down my rod while Marie held it steady. I allowed him to proceed at his own pace and adapted accordingly. As he lowered himself, Marie withdrew her hand. Once I was inside him, he sat quietly, allowing me to move within him. When he was prepared, he rode my rod in an up-and-down motion.

He became erect as he rode me, with the girls playing with him. As we made love, both of us were grunting and sighing. The girls chanted, Go, Rodney, go!, as they stroked and sucked his shaft. He was flexing his muscles along my shaft, and as the first wave of his semen shot out, Steph sealed her lips around his cock.

Steph kept her mouth on his shaft, and as I released my seed into him, we both cried out in pleasure. I continued thrusting into him until I reached climax, and my semen ceased flowing inside him. I leaned back, and Rodney collapsed onto me. In a sensuous kiss, Steph passed his seed to Marie.

The girls enjoyed the show; Marie took care of cleaning my shaft as Steph cleaned up Rodney. We all lay back and rested together. Rodney crawled over to me and kissed me, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I returned his kiss.

We discussed our plans moving forward. I told them I had recently signed a lease for an apartment only a few blocks away. I plan to move there on the first of the month. I mentioned that Marie and I should go pick out wedding rings next Saturday.

Then Steph mentioned that we should inform Marsha when she returns; we agreed to do so. Then we decided to go to the beach. We took a short rest before enjoying a picnic.

PART TWO:

The apartment, and Rodney moves in. We break the news to Marie’s parents.