By: Unknown Author
I was heading up the path to Ellen's front door for our date. Well, it wasn't a real date, Ellen was my co-worker at the firm, and I was lucky as hell to be conscripted as her consort for the evening. I hated these corporate black tie affairs, but Ellen had a lot going for her at the firm, and the contacts she would help me groom at this gala would go a long way for me. So here I was, in a brand-new tuxedo (you don't wear a rented tux to something like this!), and with her help, I was on my way, and ready for anything.
"Hi!" came the answer at the door, not Ellen, ready and waiting in full regalia, but a young girl who seemed to be one step away from getting ready for bed, wearing only a long t-shirt.
"Hello there," I said.
"I'm Sarah, Ellen's daughter," the girl informed me. "Mom will be down soon, she's still getting ready."
"Oh," I said, looking at my watch. "We're supposed to be there in another twenty minutes. I mean, we don't want to be late."
"Mom's always late," Sarah laughed. "Every time she goes out, she's always at least an hour behind."
"Oh, great!" I moaned. Children of co-workers can be a fount of information you wish you didn't have! "Well, maybe she'll be faster this time."
"Maybe," Sarah said with a chuckle. "But I doubt it; she's only just getting in the shower."
"Great!" I moaned.
"Come in and have a seat while you wait," Sarah invited.
Ellen's house was a beautifully appointed place, large rooms, and fine furniture, with a few decorative antiques here and there. Ellen had taste and family money in addition to her job with the firm.
"Can I get you a drink or anything?" Sarah asked once I was seated on the couch.
"No, I'm fine thanks."
Sarah took a seat beside me and said, "You're David right; you work with my mother?"
"Yes," I answered. "Do you think your mother will be very much longer?"
"Oh, yeah, she'll be at least another forty five minutes or so. Like I said, she's always late."
I lay my head back on the couch and just sighed. An hour late to the gala, we'd stand out like sore thumbs, and anybody who saw us would peg me as being to blame for her lateness. No businessman wants to deal with someone who's late to a party. He's bound to be slack and lazy about other duties and besides, there were all the others like me already there; people who weren't late and all the prospects would be tied up and paired off like so many married couples...
"Hey, David," came Sarah's voice. Her hand landed on my thigh and clamped tight. "Are you all right?"
"Not really!" I groaned. "I can't believe I got suckered into this, is all!"
"Yeah, I don't know how you and mom do it, all this corporate stuff, having to go to all those boring business parties," Sarah confided. Her hand did kind of a track and squeeze further up my leg. "I'm definitely not going to enter the corporate world like her. I want to be a veterinarian. I love animals, especially dogs."
"Yeah, dogs are great," I agreed.
"Especially the kind that will perform tricks," Sarah went on. "My friend Joe has a dog like that." Her hand was now definitely trespassing. She was right at the join of my legs. Any further, and she'd... "His dog knows about twenty tricks."
And, as she prattled on about Joe's dog, that's when her hand found my goody basket! No question about her meaning to do it, once she had it found her fingers were trying to circle my shaft right through the tux pants!
"I wish I had a dog of my own to work with," Sarah went on. "It gets kind of lonesome here; mom works late a lot and goes out at night for work a lot, too."
Her hand wasn't letting go of me. I reached down and caught hold of it and said, "Do you think you should be doing that?"
"You don't mind, do you?" Sarah said. "I mean, your dick's getting all nice and hard. You like it, don't you?"
"Well... yeah," I admitted. "It feels... how old are you anyway?"
"I'm eighteen," she replied. "How old are you?"
Somehow I didn't quite believe her. I mean she could pass for eighteen, but I had my suspicions that she wasn't really. "I'm thirty-eight," I replied.
"Well, then we're both legally adults."
"But what about your mother?" I replied.
Sarah laughed. "Mom's not going to put out after the party."
"No, I mean, she could come down any minute."
"Nah, mom takes long showers, and then when she gets out she spends forever drying her hair," Sarah informed me. "We've got lots of time." And Sarah's hands went onto my zipper and began to unzip me.
Somewhere in the last couple of minutes I had stopped arguing with her. Maybe it was that hot young hand eagerly fishing inside my trousers that was enchanting me, or maybe I was just horny, ready to take anything that came my way. Besides, as long as she told me she was eighteen, and she looked eighteen, if anyone found out, how was I at fault if it turned out she was younger.
All I knew was that Sarah gleefully yanked out my cock and said, "Mmm, you've got a nice, big fat one, just like some of the ones I've seen on the Internet."
"Internet? What about in real life?"
"I've only ever seen cocks on the Internet."
I realized then that Sarah was a virgin, but I said it out loud anyway. "You mean you're a virgin?"
"Yes. Why? Is that bad?" she asked.
"No, no, not at all. But are you sure you want to do this, I mean, with me? Don't you want your first time playing with a cock to be with a boy your own age?"
I couldn't believe what I was saying. Why in the hell was I trying to talk her out of playing with my hard cock, was I nuts? I guess I just couldn't believe a teenage girl would be into a guy my age. I mean I consider myself attractive, and I work out so I have a nicely developed body, and, she was right, my cock was really big and thick, but still, I was twenty years older than her, more, probably, since she was likely lying about her age.
"I'm sure," she said and her hand began to move up and down on my prick. "Do you like that?"
"Uh-huh-uhh!" was all I answered. My cock suddenly exploded with sensations racing through my body, and all I could manage was this inarticulate set of hot lustful moans of raw pleasure as Sarah's hand worked my rod for me.
Sarah took my groans for an affirmative, and her face beamed at me. "It's so big and thick, I bet I could wrap both my hands around your dick at the same time." She promptly proved that by doing so, one hand pressing on my balls and the other just topping out below my cockhead. "Oh, they both fit. You're cock is so big, and this proves it."
"Uuuhhh, huh-huhhhh!" I gasped.
"You like me doing this for you, don't you, David?"
All I could do was nod.
"I like doing it, too, it's fun," she giggled. Sarah's hand continued to ply over my dick, as I breathed happy sighs of pleasure. "Do you have lots of girls do this to you?" she asked after a time.
God, talking was the last thing I wanted to do just then.
"Do you?" Sarah pressed me.
"Oh... yeah, some," I said.
"What else do you do with them?" Sarah inquired.
"Ohhh..." Not a disclaimer of importance, just a groan of having to speak when all I wanted to do was pant. "They usually use their mouths on it instead of just their hands." The shortest answer I could manage just then.
"Yeah," I moaned and waited for Sarah to ask what other things I do with women in bed, but she was silent.
And then she did what I was hoping for, but never dreamed she would actually do. Sarah slid down and got on her knees in between my legs and her head dipped down and her mouth slid over my cockhead. I felt the tight warmth of her mouth, and her tongue brushed the underside of my dickhead, and I groaned.
Sarah gallantly shoved my prick as far down as she could, which was only an inch or so, and then she pulled back up. My cock made a popping sound as she released it and she said to me, "Is that what you meant?"
"Yeah," I guttered out.
"Did I do it right, like those other girls did it?"
"Sort of, only you have to hold it in your mouth, and keep moving it up and down, and use your hand to stroke it, too."
"Oh," Sarah replied, chastised. "Okay." And that divine mouth took me within itself once again.
"Oh, and... uhhh... and use a lot of spit on it when you do," I instructed. "Oh, and watch your teeth!" I added as one of them scraped my shaft just below the head, on that tender flesh, and I winced. "Keep your teeth off it as much as you can. Just use your lips and your ton-tongue, yeah, like that!"
Sarah was obeying my every instruction. Her technique was still awkward and her movements uneven, but I didn't care at that point. I had this marvelous mouth on me, it was pumping itself over my dick, and her tongue was lapping at my cockhead with a delightful playfulness that tantalized my shaft's underside… and my passion was about to blast itself into her ecstatically wonderful mouth.
"Ooh, ahhh, uhhh!" I grunted. "I'm going to cum now."
And Sarah let go entirely. "Ewww!"
"It's not nasty tasting," I promised her hastily. "It's hot and salty, but it's not nasty at all, really!" I would have told her it tasted like ice cream if I'd had to, but Sarah promptly and valiantly resumed her sucking on my prick. I felt my cock reignite and I sagged back and threw myself into my joy, and as I rose again towards climax, I said again, "I'm going to cum now, Sarah. Yeah, oh, I'm gonna cum!"
And Sarah kept on slurping on my dick, and I moaned, shuddered, and my body exploded into orgasm. I let out a final moan and my cock shot hard and heavy and fast, right into that sweet set of lips, right into Sarah's virgin mouth.
I guess she liked her first taste of cum, because Sarah treated my cum-load as if it were so much chocolate syrup jetting into her. She caught and gulped it down as it came out, and didn't let a single drop of my jizz escape her mouth. She just swallowed it all, and seemed to relish it.
When I was done, drained dry, I reached up a feeble hand and rubbed her arm and Sarah, who still had my mostly-still-hard cock in her mouth, giggled and raised her lips away. "Did you like that, David?"
"I sure did, Sarah," I panted. "And call me Dave. That's what my friends call me."
Sarah's face lit up like she'd just opened a present. "That's great!" she said. "I'd like having you as a friend, you and this big cock."
I heard a hair dryer start up. "I guess your mother's out of the shower now," I said.
"Uh-huh. Not more than another half hour," Sarah judged.
"Oh," I said. "In that case, why don't you get up here on the couch and we'll be friends a bit longer, okay?"
"Sure," Sarah agreed gleefully and jumped up and sat down beside me.
I got up and got down on my knees in front of her. I placed my hands on her ankles and slowly slid my hands up over her legs to her thighs, and then I raised the bottom of her oversized t-shirt. I kissed her tenderly on her thighs, and then put my nose on her panties and inhaled. Sarah giggled, and then gasped when I began to munch on her crotch through her panties.
Reaching up, I hooked my fingers in her panties and pulled them down, and found myself presented with the most beautiful young pussy I had ever had the pleasure to play with.
I immediately dove into her lap and flicked my tongue over her clit. Her body lurched and a very loud gasp escaped her lips. As I tongued her clit and then tried to work my tongue into her cunt, (it was too tight to get any more than the tip inside) her hands came down on the top of my head and she began writhing.
"Oh my God! Oh my God!" she kept saying over and over.
When she released her hands from my head, I licked my finger and then slowly inserted it up her pussy. This elicited another loud gasp, and when I began to finger-fuck her in and out, she was moaning and twitching uncontrollably. I began to lick her pussy again as I fucked her with my finger. Her pussy nectar tasted so sweet, so fresh, so good!
"Do you want me to show you something else I do with girls?" I asked.
"What is it?" she gasped.
I hooked my arms under her and slid her forward so her ass was on the very edge of the couch and, with my cock in my hand, I moved myself closer to her so that my dick was in front of her pussy. "You may be a virgin, but you know about sex, you know guys stick their dick other places besides a girl mouth, right?"
She nodded. "I want to stick my dick inside you. Do you want that? Do you want me to take your virginity and show you what it's like to get fucked?"
"Yes, oh yes, I've always wanted to know what it feels like. Fuck me, Dave, please! Take my virginity!"
"You sure?" I asked one final time.
"Yes! Oh God yes! Do it!"
"Ok, but it's going to hurt just a bit when I first start going in. I'm going to cover your mouth with my hand, just until you get used to it, so that your mother doesn't hear anything, ok?"
Sarah nodded, and I stood and pulled my tux pants and underwear to my ankles. After all I couldn't very well go to the gala with pussy juice all over the crotch of my pants, now could I?
Kneeling down again, I spit in my hand and greased my cock up really well, and then I pressed my cockhead to her pussy lips. I placed a hand over her mouth and hunched forward so that my cockhead penetrated her virgin cunt. Her face scrunched and she let out a muffled gasp into my hand. When I pushed it in further and felt my cock push past her hymen, she screamed so loud that if I hadn't had her mouth covered, I'm sure her mother would have thought she was being murdered.
I held my cock in her, to allow her to adjust to it, and after removing my hand from her mouth I pulled her t-shirt up and over her head, and then leaned forward and started licking and sucking on her perfect teen tits.
When her discomfort subsided, I slowly worked my cock all the way in her. Her pussy felt wonderful, so tight, the tightest pussy I had ever fucked in my life. I took extra pleasure in knowing mine was the first cock to ever be in there, and I began a slow thrust in and out.
Gradually, I was able to increase my thrusting until I was fucking her nice and hard. She didn't say much while I fucked her, but she was moaning like crazy and arching her back.
"Oh my God!" she suddenly gasped. "What's happening? I feel weird," and then she shivered and convulsed and I knew that she was having an orgasm, obviously her first.
Normally I wouldn't be able to cum again so soon, but the intensity of the spasms in her oh-so-very-tight pussy put me over the edge. "Oh, I'm gonna cum!" I moaned, and I pounded that sweet pussy a few more times and then I was there.
Pulling out (I didn't want to risk impregnating a teenage girl), I gave my cock a few final strokes and ejaculated just above her pussy. The first shot actually hit her between her tits!
As I was enjoying the aftermath of my orgasm, the hair dryer went off.
"I'll be ready in just another few minutes, Dave," Ellen called down the stairs.
I looked at Sarah sprawled on the couch, her freshly fucked virgin pussy gaping at me, my cum lying in a puddle above it, and I called back, "That's okay, Ellen. Take your time, we're already late anyway."
"Ok," Ellen yelled.
"So," I said smiling down at Sarah, "How does it feel to no longer be a virgin?"
"Well, it hurt at first, but then it felt really good. And, just before you came, the feeling was unbelievable."
"You had an orgasm," I said. "I guess you have never had one when you masturbate?"
"I guess not, I've never felt anything that intense before."
"You know," I said grinning, "Most men can't give a woman an orgasm just from fucking them. They usually have to use their mouth and fingers to make it happen, and even then it doesn't always happen." Yeah, I was proud that I made this teen virgin have an orgasm just by fucking her.
"Wow, I guess you are really good at sex compared to other men, huh?"
"Well, I wouldn't say that, but I am good at it for sure, and can usually give women orgasms where some other men sometimes can't."
"Oh, then I guess you have a lot of friends then, huh?"
"Not as many as you think, but, I always have room for more friends in my life, Sarah."
"Really? Can I be one of your special friends?" Sarah smiled at me.
"Definitely. You are my new favorite special friend," I said and we just smiled at each other for a few seconds, and then reality hit. "I better get you something to wipe the mess up with before your mother comes down here. Is there a washroom on this level?"
"Yes, just at the end of the hall."
I pulled my underwear and pants up, and then dashed down the hall. I returned with a handful of toilet paper and gently wiped my cum from Sarah's body. After I had wiped it all up, Sarah slipped her long t-shirt back over her head, took the toilet paper wad from my hand, kissed my cheek and headed to the hall to go and flush it.
Ellen literally came down the stairs two seconds later, and entered the living room smiling, telling me she was ready to head out.
"I'm sorry I took so long getting ready," Ellen said as I started the car.
"It's ok, I didn't mind the wait at all," I replied.
"Well, I'm glad you aren't upset about it," Ellen said.
"Not at all. Sarah kept me entertained while I waited."
"Really?" Ellen replied sounding surprised. "That's very unusual; she usually doesn't bother with the men who come by to take me out. It's all I can do to get her to answer the door for me, and then she usually just directs them to the living room and goes to her room."
"Well, I guess I'm just a very charming guy," I joked.
"Yes, I would say you are very charming." Then there was quiet for about a minute and then she said, "I have another party on Thursday night. Would you like to escort me to that one as well?"
"Certainly," I replied. "When does it begin?"
"It starts at eight o'clock," Ellen said. "And I will be ready on time this time, I promise."
I'd heard enough from Sarah to know not to trust that, but hell, I was counting on it. "Fine, I'll come by and pick you up at seven thirty, then, ok?"
"It's a date," Ellen agreed.
I knew Ellen wouldn't be ready on time, and it would be more like nine o'clock before we got there. But I'd have Sarah with me downstairs, keeping me company while we had a little party of our own. Now that was the kind of black tie 'affair' I didn't mind attending in the least! And I hoped there would be many more in the future!
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