While she'd kissed boys and given some of them blow jobs, she wasn't about to give her virginity to just anyone.
Julie had many friends- both male and female - but out of all of them, Cara found Robert the hottest. She'd harbored a crush on him from her early teens, but at the same time, was a little uncomfortable having such feelings.
After all, he was her former stepfather - albeit once married to her mother only on paper - and now in his early forties.
Even though he hadn't been her stepfather for years, sleeping with Robert would be like screwing someone's dad, she thought.
Still, he wasn't easy to avoid - not that Cara wanted to - since he'd moved back into the neighborhood and lived across the street from her and Julie.
It was hard NOT to notice Robert, especially on days when he lounged by the pool wearing his Speedos that left little to the imagination.
Unbeknownst to Cara, he'd also seen her in a different light over the past year. When he wasn't with a current boyfriend or banging Maria in his office, Robert spent many nights jerking off to fantasies about Cara when he wasn't watching some of his favorite porn movies.
He'd carefully kept his feelings hidden; Julie would likely kill him if she ever knew he had sexual fantasies about her daughter.
Fantasy soon inadvertently became reality around nine-thirty one evening. Robert was sitting on the couch stroking his hard shaft and watching a gay porn DVD. He was between both male and female conquests and unbearably horny.
When he heard a knock, he quickly shut off the movie, yanked up the Speedo swim briefs he'd worn all day, and answered the door.
Cara stood there.
"Hi, Rob, is this a bad time?"
"No, honey, what's up?"
"Mom's still at work and I forgot my key. Think you can loan me the spare she left with you until I get into the house?"
"Sure, but are you sure it's safe to stay by yourself? There's been a few break-ins lately."
Cara couldn't help but glance at the half-naked man who stood before her. Maybe it was unsafe to stay in the house by herself; Julie said it was fine for her to go to Robert's if she ever felt uneasy being alone.
"Yeah, maybe you're right," she finally said.
"Well, come in and stay for awhile. I'll call Mom once she's home to let her know you're here."
"Good thing you guys are friends," Cara replied with a laugh after they sat together on the couch. "Otherwise, I'd think Mom would have some objections to me hanging out with a grown man who's only dressed in a Speedo."
Robert couldn't help but laugh. "What, your boyfriends don't go around in their bathing suits during the summer?"
"One, it's nine-thirty at night, and two, I don't have any boyfriends."
"You must be kidding. You're a gorgeous cheerleader and guys aren't knocking down your door? What's wrong, Mom scaring them off?"
"Not really. There's just not anyone I'm into at the moment."
"So...what kind of guy would Cara be into?" he asked with a grin.
She shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe someone more mature, with...um, a little more experience."
"Experience? You mean sex?"
"Maybe." Cara began to giggle. "Why do you ask? I thought you were gay."
"Bi, honey. There's a big difference."
Cara's eyes dropped to the tent in his Speedo and peeled them away before he'd caught her.
Too late. "Like what you see, huh?"
She felt herself beginning to blush. "Uh...yeah."
"Thought so." He placed his arm across the back of the couch, and with a few minimal movements of his fingers, he had released her hair from the clip which held her ponytail.
Cara's heart fluttered as she felt his fingers run through her hair, sending a shiver down her spine. Robert's free hand took one of her hands and raised it to his mouth. He slowly kissed and sucked each of her fingers.
His muscular arms then surrounded her. One hand buried itself in her hair to angle her head for better access to her mouth. Their lips met and opened so their tongues could entwine while Robert's spare hand found its way under her shirt and fondled one of her breasts.
She moved his hand away and began to work her way down his body with her hands and mouth. He groaned when she reached his briefs and lifted his hips to allow her to yank them down to his ankles.
Robert kicked them aside and looked down at her with both shock and amazement as she licked around the head of his cock before she took down the entire shaft until it was practically down her throat.
He relaxed and began enjoying the deep throat blow job Cara performed on him. She slowly sucked him all the way down to the root while he felt her hand caressing his balls. It was all he could do not to come in her mouth.
"Like sucking that cock, don't you, baby?" he asked as his hand stroked her hair.
She moaned in response, not letting up on her sucking.
Robert could no longer take it; a few more minutes of Cara going down on him and he would definitely bust a nut down her throat.
Since he didn't want to come before he was ready and not sure if she would swallow if he had, he pulled her off his cock and pulled her with him to her feet.
He unzipped her jeans and pushed them down. She stepped out of them and a tiny thong barely covered her shaved mound. It soon joined her jeans on the floor and she removed her shirt, revealing her braless breasts.
Robert loved what he saw. "You've become such a beauty."
They lay on the couch kissing and fondling one another as he inched toward her slit. His fingers moved in and out of her opening as his lips and tongue explored her clit.
Cara was incredibly aroused and squealed in ecstasy when he sucked her clit and continued teasing her insides with his fingers. She had hit her first orgasm.
Robert didn't give her much time to recover before he kissed and licked his way back up her body, pausing to suck her breasts, and then took her mouth with his, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
"I think you're ready to fuck," he said softly once they'd broken the kiss.
Positioning himself between her legs, Robert gripped his cock and rubbed the head up and down her slit. He then slowly entered her, allowing her to adjust to his size, and when he reached a barrier, Robert realized that Cara was a virgin.
"Are you sure that you want to do this, baby?" he asked.
"I...yes...but you're so big. I'm kind of nervous."
"Don't worry. I'll go slow. Okay?"
Robert kissed her as he pushed past her hymen and buried himself to the hilt inside her tight pussy. Cara tried not to cry out from the initial pain as he began to thrust slowly.
When the pain passed after a few minutes, she gasped at the wonderful sensations of Robert's cock moving in and out of her.
"Fuck me," she said. "I've wanted you so much."
"Oh, God, baby, I've wanted you too," he replied while he rammed his dick in and out of her.
Deeper. Harder. Faster.
"Yes, Rob. Fuck me, you feel so good."
He pulled out his cock, leaving the head just nestled inside her, and then pushed his entire shaft back inside with long slow thrusts while taking care not to hurt her. Cara began to moan as her body shivered in orgasm from the screwing he gave her.
After several more thrusts, Robert pulled out and lay back on the couch. "Get on top of me, baby."
She straddled him and he helped lower her slowly onto his length."Ride me," he said.
He placed his large hands on her waist and showed her what to do.It wasn't long before she picked up a good rhythm after Robert lifted her body and pulled her down on his cock a few times.
He focused on Cara's bouncing breasts as she rode him faster and faster and she threw her head back and cried with delight.
"Come again for me," he grunted. "Show me how much you're enjoying your first fuck."
"Oh my God, Rob!" she yelled as her pussy muscles clenched his cock.
Robert barely kept his balance as he flip
ped over Cara until she was once again on her back, his hard shaft still buried in her.
He felt his own orgasm approach and pumped in and out of her pussy with every fiber of his being before he quickly pulled out and climaxed on her stomach and breasts.
When they finished, they fought to catch their breaths.
"So THAT'S sex," she said with a laugh. "Gee, why did I wait so long?"
"You wanted someone who was mature and had more experience, remember?"
"Oh, right. I just wasn't counting on it being Mom's closest - and may I add hottest - friend!"
"There's more lessons where that came from, baby," Robert replied. "Tonight was just the first one."
They heard a car outside and Cara glanced out the window. "Oh, God, Mom's home," she said as she gathered her clothes and quickly dressed. "Hate to take off so soon, but..."
"Yeah, I know. Just remember, if you need any more - he cleared his throat - 'lessons', you know where I live."
The End.
Lethe
Ah, the Friday afternoons. The stress of the entire week was still a little, squirmy pressure inside me. It was slowly calming down; thoughts about the coming hour and the evening were greater and more intense. Fantasy's clouded my mind and made me forget about reality, just leaving place for dreams about satisfaction. My mind was busy making plans, plans for great pleasure. Everything was in place now. My roommate was away; house for myself. New candles; beautiful lightning and enjoyable fragrance. Whine; perfect for a pink shade over the lustful mist.
More ideas came over me while I was seated in the crowded bus driving me home. I was staring out of the window. I did not see the landscape, the houses were escaping my focus, beautiful boys and girls got equal attention. Only when crossing the bridge, looking out over the mass of water that was my city's lake, I noticed a little of the beauty surrounding me. The sparkles reflecting the sunlight distracted me of my impure deliberations.
I stared, the few moments the bus traversed the bridge into the blueness. For those moments a strong sensation of floating overcame me. Warm water surrounding me, and numbing most of the exterior impressions it was amplifying my sinful thoughts. The pressure inside me that had been bugging me was overcompensated by the pressure of the water and the waves rocking me back and-
My line of sight with the water was abruptly gone.
I gasped, for the feeling that overpowered me felt so... real. My eyes scanned the environment but only found the grayness of the city. Panic welled up, I had to see the luster in the water again.
"Maybe a shower would be nice."
The voice struck me, like someone next to me said it. Luckily no one seemed to care a single fuck about my persona.
Yeah, a shower would be perfect. Yearning to relive that feeling I moved my thighs tight together. I was shocked by the wetness I felt. A pleasant shock it was; teasing myself made my hunger grow. Hunger for relief, that what would made the climax the more satisfying.
I walked numb from the bus stop to the front door, mainly focusing on the moist crawling down my legs, little, sweet drops. In front of my door I stopped to take a breath. The reflection of me was a blushing girl, panting and very pretty.
I like my body, it is very soft and slender, nice, perky c-cup, full round bottom. I could look at myself for ages, boys could too. But they did not get my attention.
While I was opening the door, I was thinking it might be a good idea to finger myself, rubbing against a mirror. I can be very narcissistic at times.
"And your fingers crawling inside your slit, the shower head between your soft legs, blasting a powerful beam on your clit?"
I was flooded by that voice, Its sound came from within me, made my body tremble and sensitive. With every of the words a small gush of wetness came from under my skirt and made my head dizzy.
The sweet and lustful words, even though shrill and loud, became more calming and a serene whisper went from my mind to my lower abdomen.
"I want you naked."
"Play for me."
"I want you, beautiful."
After the words receded, instead of questioning it or being suspicious about the source, I obeyed it and moved my shaking body to the bed. I was panting heavily and my throbbing pussy felt sensitive in the open air. As my panties slipped down my legs I saw the trail of freshly secreted juice in a sensual pattern between my legs. The pattern started with the source, where the moist had been gushing out and made thick strokes over my inner thighs. Further from the source it spread like a river delta, but instead of flowing in a sea of my wetness, it was hovering just above my knees.
Like hands caressing my thighs.
The lips were swollen with blood, slightly throbbing and continuously secreting my honey. I slit a finger inside me, knowing I couldn't hold my lust for the shower. The walls tightened around my finger as I pleasured them.
I moved them quickly, wanting to get off soon, I was aching for a week to cum really good.
Something didn't want me to, though.
Those visions...
Images of my body floating in the water, being pleasured by the water. The hot beam massaging my body and the mirror hazed, except for the parts where my body was rubbed against. The transparent fingers of someone nearby, the wet kisses of that person. That woman.
I gasped air as she moved me through the water, slowly up and down, her two fingers pressed against the spongy part of my pussy, pushing waves of pleasure through my lower body. My panting was smothered in her face, a beautiful face made of water.
It did not seem weird at all, but her head was dripping her hair, I could see everything through her.
She kind of surprised me by finally pushing her tongue inside my mouth, it felt warm and soft, like a normal one. I closed my eyes and let the mysterious entity do the work. She still fingered my pussy with one hand, with the other one she supported my head from the ridge of the showers tub. Her leading my body through these wonderful experience of warmth and sex made me not notice that I did not walk myself to the bathroom.
I can not remember when the visions became reality.
The dizziness in my head caused by the tonguing and the pleasuring of my pussy reached its top. The probing of my pussy made me weak and panting and the first waves of my orgasms started to kick in. She pushed herself against me, her breasts rocked against me in the rhythm of my spasms and she whispered again, in my ear, inside me.
"Wonderful, come for me. Share that wetness with me, I will take good care of you."
"Aawh!" was the only thing I could say with that delicious tongue outside my mouth. The screams were getting louder and louder.
I wasn't sure if I was already climaxing; it felt more intense than ever but it was still building up. The heath produced in my body was pushing against the inside of my pussy, almost a painful searing heat, ready to make me explode.
Will I be torn apart?
My screams made it sound like it, but the hot pressure inside me did not feel bad.
"AAAAah-!" I couldn't breathe.
It was too much, I exploded in such an intense orgasm my eyes were seeing black spots, growing as I squirted in my bathing water, on the blue woman's hand. My body was shaking like an epileptic, every muscle enjoyed the orgasm, everywhere intense, burning. That water could do this, make such enjoyable warmth from within my pleasure-hole.
My breath came back to me and I started to shout my sexual satisfaction. Not sure if I was screaming to hard and let to this, or if my orgasm too intense, but I fainted. The black spots covered the pretty smile above my head, while I was sinking in to the water.
Wondering if she would let me drown in the tub, even though I did not feel bad about that, the blackness overwhelmed me and the epic pleasure of my orgasm slipped away from me...
I slipped into dreams. The previous seemed so unreal, but I could feel it wasn't. This was less intense and felt just like dreaming. The wetness and sex were nothing less abundant, but it didn't arouse me or got me off a
s the waterling did.
Illusions of me, rubbing against a body, one of incredible softness and beauty with just one scary feature: it was me. I always enjoyed looking at myself and I am beautiful, but it was very different to actually do it with someone looking like yourself.
It was talking to me. Though I could not hear in my dreams, all I did was feel. And cum.
My consciousness tried to crawl out of the dream. It took I while to let it completely go, but finally I woke up in my bed. I found myself in a bed soaked, the thin sheets humid and fixed against my skin. The air was damp too, like steamy water. Like sex.
Again not sure what happened I opened my eyes. The darkness already covered my room and the disclosure of my eyes didn't add any information about my whereabouts and physical status, all I had were my feeling hearing and smell. And a dry mouth, what you truly wouldn't expect after making out with a person made of water.
My ear picked up the moving of sheets next to me. Feelings of tenderness and love for whatever it was that satisfied me, made me hope it was her. A heartbeat skipped as I finally asked her what has been going through my mind a few times now.
"What's happening?"
A moan went through the room, through me. Lust for that voice and for a body to love woke up in me. Intense idea's of sex and moistened labia, tongues swirling and lips dripping, fists clamping in sheets...
"What is happening... What happening is: I am satisfying you."
"Why?"
A touch went over me, stroking my body with a gentle coolness leaving a cold tightening feeling.
"I like you, and I know you would like my attention."
"Just for sex?"
The fingertips moved to my breasts, for the first time taking a more solid form and squeezing a kind sign of empathy.
"I want to be everything you want me to be."
LOVE
It was a feeling holding such an intense grasp on me that felt like my innards would rip and spill. It came from me, though, not from the other woman. She felt familiar inside me already, I would know if it was her. This really was me, begging for this chance for true love.
I tried to say it to her, but my breath got stuck on the way out.
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