by Sean Brandon
I was still semi-hard and she giggled. “You were thinking of me,” she said softly. Her, Jen, it didn’t matter who I was thinking of. This evening had taken a serious turn for the better.
Then her tongue reached out, finding the end of my rapidly growing cock, and licked it appreciatively, round and round her tongue licked as my cock grew in her hands, her other hand gently juggling my balls.
“Argh,” I growled as her mouth sucked the entire growing length of my cock into her mouth. While I wasn’t fully erect until she started sucking me, I certainly got there quickly. One of her hands continued to play with my balls while the other one stroked my thighs gently. Jesus her mouth worked well.
Shannon was serious about this blowjob. Her lips were soft and slippery, sliding my cock in and out, twisting it, twirling it, her tongue licking it hungrily. Her tongue licked the underside, a personal favorite, and then swallowed the whole shaft again. She sucked first one then the other ball into her mouth and bumped them around in there as her hand slowly pumped the shaft, then rapidly swallowed my whole cock once again.
Jen walked over again. “Do you need anything before your date returns, Sean.”
“Not a date,” I said through clenched teeth.
“Dude, she kissed you already, where else do you think this night is headed,” she said sarcastically.
My eyes were half closed trying to enjoy the slippery delight that my cock was living through, and the last thing I wanted to do was to talk with Jen right then. “Uh,” I tried to speak.
Shannon continued to suck my cock, then she moved and bumped her head on the table. I looked up and saw the recognition on Jen’s face. She hadn’t known where Shannon was but, the bump gave it away.
Jen looked straight down and her hand went to her own crotch and gave it a gentle rub.
“That is so fucking hot, even if you do get banned for life,” she said.
“Please don’t ban me,” I said with a tight smile. I was to moan in ecstasy at the work that Shannon’s mouth was doing on my cock.
“Sean, I was kidding about the blowjob,” said Jen conspiratorially.
“Thankfully she wasn’t,” I replied.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” she said as she walked off, her ass shaking a rhythm trying to draw my attention.
Jen flirted with me all the time but, it was at that moment that I was sure she was beginning to look at me in a totally different light. I was in the restaurant quite often, sometimes with the same woman sometimes with a new one. But few had the raw sexual energy that Shannon had and certainly none of them had slid under the table to give me a blowjob.
Meanwhile, Shannon was continuing to work on my cock. Taking it in, spitting it out, licking up, down, around. A little nibble, gently, in and out, varying things but never letting up the intensity. There was a lot of saliva involved as I could feel my crotch get wetter and wetter.
So far the only other person that knew what was going on was Jen and she was clear across the restaurant looking at me while shaking her head. She was talking to one of the other waitresses and I was glad to see she didn’t point out what we were doing. I didn’t want to be banned but, it would have been worth it.
Shannon’s mouth was a temple of wet warmth for my cock. My hands tried to slow down Shannon’s head moving up and down on my cock but it just didn’t happen. She was an unstoppable force and she controlled the tempo. Then I felt the first tingling of the sperm moving out of my balls, seeking her mouth. Shannon wasn’t playing. She was in it to win it. I tried to breathe slowly, tried humming and not thinking about Shannon under the table, anything to slow down the upcoming explosion.
I grabbed the edge of the table, closed my eyes, breathed deep, and thought of what my cock would look like buried in her. Then it was on, sperm headed to its only available point of release. It felt like it was racing through my whole body and then I came, hard. Two, then three good spasms of sperm, then smaller spurts, and the whole time Shannon’s mouth sucked it in and out, swallowing everything my balls sent her way. She kept right on sucking as my ejaculation slowed down, driving me crazy. When it was clear that nothing else was coming out she kept sucking. She drained me and I grinned.
Just then Jen walked over. “You ready for desert?’ she asked. As she said it her hand grabbed her crotch again and gave it a rub as she gave a soft moan.
Shannon poked her head out from under the table, looked around to see if anyone was paying attention, then sat next to me instead of across from me like she had before.
“We’ll take desert to go,” said Shannon with a smile toward Jen.
Here is Part One of A French Virgin:
A French Virgin - Part One
By Sean Brandon
Chapter One
As I pushed my cock into Veronique’s virginity my whole body tensed as I felt the resistance, the last point if she wanted to stop and remain a virgin. I leaned forward over her, my hand steadying our bodies. My mind was in a fog of ecstasy. She looked at me and the smile on her lips was filled with lust, anticipation, and perhaps some love.
“Oui, Sean,” she whispered hoarsely, her eyes looking deeply into mine. “Oui, oui, oui...”
Slowly I pushed inward, through the barrier and there was no more resistance, though a slight grimace on Veronique’s face. She quickly replaced the grimace with a smile and her fluttered eyes closed. I was Veronique’s first lover, though I was sure I would not be the last to love this young woman of 19 years.
Her warm moistness was inviting me in, and I gave my cock a gentle push forward. She smiled at me, kissed me again, then ground her hips into mine, making me push, and with a long stroke my cock was fully inside of Veronique’s pussy. She kissed me, again and again, long and slow. I slid my cock in and out of her long and slow, watching her face to know how to proceed.
“More,” she asked.
Veronique lifted one of her legs a little then gasped. I felt progress being made going into her pussy, slow though it was. I stopped my progress then pulled out all the way, slow also. She wasn’t my first virgin. I looked at her face and her lopsided grin told me it didn’t matter. Then she lifted her other leg and my cock started moving all the way in again. I kept pushing until my cock was fully inside of her and her warm wetness enveloped me entirely. Her inner warmth was captivating and my body trembled.
“Ahhh, yes, yes…” she cried out. If my cock could speak I’m sure it would have said the same thing.
This happened because her mother, Angel, invited me to dinner, fucked me, and then asked me to fuck her daughter. I recalled Angel’s words: “I need a first lover for Roni and I want it to be you, Sean.” Angel’s words had floated out into the Caribbean air and just hung there. I loved the sound of those words and what they implied. My cock pulsated. I remained silent, having learned the hard way not to say anything at times like this. It’s impossible to say something stupid when you remain silent.
“Take the virginity of my daughter. She is 19, and it is time.” Angel looked me in the eyes. “You don’t know what to say, yes?”
I smiled and remained silent, thinking of the possibilities.
“Merde,” said Angel. “This is not a tough choice.” But she was smiling so I wasn’t concerned.
Okay, you should hear the full story…
Another story you might like:
A Jilted Virgin in Maui
By Sean Brandon
“Oh God,” cried Sasha. “Go slow.” The head of my cock slid slowly past the entrance to her hot, sweet young pussy. I was achingly hard and ready to plunge my entire cock into her but knew I had to start slowly. I was about to take Sasha’s virginity.
“We can stop any time,” I said, as I stopped the penetration into her pussy. My cock pulsed as it waited to continue its journey inside of her.
Her soft warm hand reached between us and cupped my balls. “You stop anything and I will hurt you.” She then dug her nails into my ball sack in case I didn’t believe her.
“Ahhh,” was all my throat could muster. I liked the fingernails on the scrotum.
“This was going to be my wedding night,” she said in the huskiest voice she could muster, “goodbye virginity.”
I pushed my hips forward, feeling the tightness. Her face was scrunched up but her lips had a smile on them still.
She’d been stood up at the altar by her bible thumping boyfriend, and after fleeing to Hawaii she had chosen me to take her virginity.
“Fuck me, now,” she cooed. Her lips met mine again and our tongues danced together.
I pushed my cock inside, deeper, further, feeling the intensity of her warmth.
Though it had been a strange day for me I knew her day was worse. Let me tell you the full story:
It was my eighth day in Maui and I was heading home to California on the late flight. I was rested and happy and ready to tackle what lay ahead.
I’d flown to Hawaii after a nasty breakup. Nasty for me, considering most of my breakups were calm affairs where two people just separated quietly. Until this breakup they had mostly been peaceful and civil with many of my ex-girlfriends remaining friendly.
Maui was the ideal place for a short getaway from California. No hassling with Customs, no foreign currency, no new language to tackle. Though learning some of the Hawaiian words was tricky, it was a pleasant addition to my trip that I enjoyed. I’d wanted a long week of rest, swimming, some scuba diving, and the chance to read a couple of books. I’d flown a helicopter around the island, hiked up a volcano, and been on four scuba trips. I also took some time to reflect on the relationship that had just ended, and though I would miss her I was in a better place without her. I was a happy and thankful man ready to fly home.
I was enjoying the view of the ocean when Sasha first stumbled into my life. The view was awe inspiring, the perfect way cap a week in paradise. I was sitting there grinning and inhaling the fresh sea air off the Pacific Ocean when she appeared. I looked up and saw her standing there looking like a disheveled Jennifer Anniston.
“Can I sit here?” she asked, pointing to the space beside me.
“No,” I said, sensing that she brought a lot of drama to the equation and I didn’t want to deal with it. I had enjoyed a relaxing week and by the looks of her relaxation would not continue with her around. I wanted to rest and enjoy the sound of the waves before flying back home.
She sat anyway. “I’m never listening to the word no again. I won’t say a word,” she said as she glared at me.
She took a sip on the bottle of water she carried, and then settled back into the comfy couch. It was a large couch with deep firm cushions that could easily seat three or four people. It was a romantic seat in a great spot meant for a loving couple to have some alone time.
Ten minutes later I realized she’d been good to her word, and had been sitting there quietly as I gazed out at the ocean. In that time her face had relaxed and the frenzied air she’d brought with her had disappeared. It was Magic Hour; that time when the sun settles on hits the horizon then disappears. There was a light breeze which carried the smell of fresh cut flowers, and the scent and sounds of a luau. Her face even started to show a loopy grin.
I could tell she wasn’t going anywhere, but the fact that she was calming down was a good sign. I opened a bottle of wine. She watched me with blank look, possibly a smirk, pasted on her face.
I turned to face her and asked, “Would you like some wine?”
The smirk grew larger. “Are you drinking from the bottle?” Now I understood the smirk.
I reached around and pulled out two glasses. As I handed her a glass she went into full-on cocky mode. “Aren’t you going to try and impress me with your wine smelling ritual?”
“Do you just hate me or everyone?” I asked. “I let you join me in one of the most scenic spots in America, show some class, would you?”
I looked her straight in the eyes and saw tears building up there. If she was going to be a bitch she could damned well do it somewhere else.
“Today was my wedding day, my first wedding day,” she said as she fought back the tears.
“Why do you call it your first?” I asked even though I didn’t want to know the answer.
“He stood me up, at the altar, in front of everyone,” she said, and then a torrent of tears erupted.
I turned to look out at the ocean so she could cry without my eyes watching every tear drop down her cheeks. I waited until I could tell the crying was subsiding.
“I’m sorry to hear it,” I said.
“It has been a very long day, and since you asked for silence I won’t tell you about being stood up on my wedding day in front of everyone important in my life.” She said it in a detached voice, as if it had occurred to someone else and she was only the chronicler of the facts.
I should have run right then, had the limo drop me at the airport and flown home. I kept my gaze on her and I could see her eyes starting to puff up. Then a silent tear slipped down her cheek, her hand reaching up quickly to wipe it away. I shifted in my seat; bringing my body around yet leaning back into the large wooden arm of the couch. I said nothing as she drained her glass of wine.
I refilled her glass and watched her. “This is good wine,” said Sasha. I couldn’t tell if she was trying make conversation or if she wanted to change the subject.
“Something really ugly happened and I don’t have the answers to your questions, I wish I did,” I said. I turned my body back to face the ocean and sipped my wine.
Another ten minutes went by; ten minutes with no sounds but the crashing of the waves a hundred feet below and the luau somewhere far away. When I looked back at her she was silently crying. The crying was out of place in that paradise. At first I thought it was a random thing, not going to repeat. But her quiet crying turned into sobs. I would look over occasionally, but what I saw were tears streaming down her face, a face that needed to laugh not cry. But if she cried a lot she might just get back to happy quicker than if she held it all in so I let her cry.
She’d cry, sip some wine, then cry some more. All of it in relative silence except for her sobs. I kept refilling our glasses and watching the sky of diamond stars break out. Then she took my left arm, raised it up, slid up close to my side, and lowered the arm around her shoulders. “I’m not taking no for an answer ever again,” she said when I looked over at her face. I wiped away the few tears remaining, refilled our glasses again and pulled her closer to me. What the hell? I was leaving Hawaii in a few hours. So if she needed some comfort I would give it for a few hours. She had taken the step of snuggling up close to me.
She was warm against my chest and just when I wondered why she had gone completely still, I heard her sigh. On this night every star on the team was out. I could see the running lights of a large ship and several smaller boats, and heard the constant pounding of the waves. The sound of the waves was a comfort. Rivers and streams are nice, but I prefer the ocean, always have.
“I thought getting married was going to give me peace. But no, I find peace in silence with a guy whose name I don’t know,” she said. Her words floated out into the air, her heart spilling out into the night.
“Yup, silence,” I uttered.
Then her fist slammed into my leg. “Wine makes me talk,” she said.
“Okay, you ignored the part about being quiet, do I really have to tell you not to hit me?” I asked.
The second time her fist slammed into my leg she pulled her face up and threw her glass onto the grass. “Yup,” she said. “Let me get this off my chest so I can enjoy the rest of my week, just like you said. Deal?”
I reached into my bag and pulled out the second bottle of wine. She walked over and picked up her glass, then sat back down, lifted up my arm, and resumed her perch under my arm. Then she began to tell me the long version of her story.
Written by Sean Brandon
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A French Virgin, Part One
A French Virgin, Part Two
A French Virgin, Part Three
Kauai Getaway
Rules of Service: The Customer Comes First
Rules of Service: The Customer Comes Second
An Office Virgin
Dirty Business Anthology
My Cousin’s Wife, Part One: Amy
My Cousin’s Wife, Part Two: Amy and Jeni
My Cousin’s Wife, Part Three: Amy, Jeni and Livia
Tied Up in Barbados
Billionaire Sex: The Office Affair
A Jilted Virgin in Maui
Airport Orgasm: Revenge Sex
Love and Sex in Uruguay
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