My name is Ella. I’m also Mrs Jones. I married Mr Jones when I was 18 and he was 45. My family disowned me and several people tried to have Mr Jones arrested, but I was legally an adult and there was nothing they could do to stop me.
It was the spring of senior year. I’d been getting increasingly restless and by the time of my 18th birthday I thought I’d figured it all out. I needed a cock. My father and brothers loved porn, but I’d always been kept away from it. Lately I’d been managing to sneak peaks at it when I’d been home alone. I was dying to try out all the things I’d seen and now that I was legal I knew that the time had come.
The problem was where to find the right cock. I could date a boy in school, but all girls know that losing your virginity to another virgin isn’t going to be a pleasant experience. I figured that I should find a more mature man, but I didn’t really know where to go. I wasn’t allowed to go to bars and I wasn’t allowed to buy the kind of sexy clothes I wanted to wear to a bar. I felt like a slut and I wanted to dress like one too.
We’d lived next to the Joneses for as long as I could remember. I went to school with the son and the daughter was away at college. Mrs Jones had a knitting shop in our local mall and Mr Jones was the principal of my high school. One day after school I was in my bedroom, getting changed out of my school clothes. My bedroom overlooked the backyard and since there was nothing on the other side of the fence I never bothered about the window. I took off my 34C bra and massaged my young and firm tits. I had small, pink nipples that turned hard as pebbles when they were exposed to the cool air. I could feel the moisture between my legs and I was wondering if there’d be time for me to watch one of my brothers’ dirty movies before they came home from work.
Then I heard the doorbell. I quickly pulled a t-shirt over my naked upper body and a pair of shorts to cover my panties. I ran downstairs, my tits bouncing as I ran, and opened the door. It was Mr Jones.
“Hi Ella!” he said, his eyes fixed on my nipples which were poking through the t-shirt material.
“Hi Mr Jones,” I replied, wondering what he wanted.
“I need to talk with you, can I come in?” he said.
I knew that I’d been falling behind in school lately, but graduation was less than a month away so I was sure I wasn’t going to fail anything. I let him in and we went to the kitchen.
“I was watching you,” he said.
“Watching me doing what?” I asked, unsure about what he was saying.
“Watching you playing with those fine, young tits,” he said. “I was wondering if you’d let me play with them.”
I stared at Mr Jones, not believing a word I was hearing. This was my principal, my neighbour, a married man with children who were older than me.
“What’s the matter, Ella?” he asked with a smile. “Did you think that old guys like me don’t get horny?”
“Uhm, I… errr… well… I don’t know,” was my highly eloquent reply.
“I’ve seen you run around in your minimal clothes. I’ve seen the way your tits bounce when you run. I’ve seen that pert ass of yours in the tight shorts. I’d love to see it in the flesh.”
“But my parents. Mrs Jones…”
“Your parents are never home before 6 and neither is my wife. We have 2 hours before they get home. Unless you don’t want to…”
A little voice in my head told me to tell him to take a hike, but a larger voice knew how wet my panties were.
“I don’t want to fuck you,” I told him.
“That’s OK. I just want to play with your titties. Will you take your shirt off for me?”
I pulled off my shirt and he stared at my tits. For several minutes we just stood there, his eyes taking in every inch of my firm tits.
“Let’s go up to your bedroom,” he suggested – still not touching me.
I turned around and walked before him up the stairs. When we got to my room he pulled me in his arms and kissed me. “Why don’t you get naked?” he suggested.
“You were only going to play with my tits,” I replied.
“I’ll only play with your tits, but I’d love to see all of you.”
I was dying to step out of my clothes, so I stripped for him.
“You have a beautiful ass and pussy too,” he smiled. “You should think about shaving that pussy smooth, it will make it even more beautiful.”
I’d seen pictures of smooth pussies and I filed his comment in my head. I went and lay down on my bed and he came and lay next to me. His one hand cupped one of my breasts and his mouth descended on the other one. He slowly started sucking on my nipple and I nearly shrieked with pleasure. This was better than anything I could have done to myself. He sucked and bit and sucked on my breast while his hand kneaded the other one. Then he changed and started sucking the other one. I could feel the moisture trickling down from my naked slit to my butt crack and I knew that I was going to cum soon. Without warning, under the skilful hands and mouth of Mr Jones my body arched and I had a small orgasm, my first orgasm at someone else’s hands.
Mr Jones smiled at me. “You like having your tits sucked, don’t you.” He kissed me.
“Yes, I did,” I smiled and got aware of the hard bulge in his pants.
“Part your legs,” he said, and I did.
He started caressing the insides of my thighs, sending tingles through my whole body. Then he ran his hand lightly up and down my slit. All my senses were focusing on my clit, but he never parted my pussy lips to feel more. He put his hand up to his nose and smelled it.
“I can feel that you’re getting wet,” he smiled. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“I’m loving it,” I admitted. “Do you want to feel more?” It was a blatant invitation for him to finger me.
“Maybe another day,” he said. “It’s after five already and if I start fingering your young cunt I’ll get hungry. And I don’t like hair in my teeth.”
With those words he stood up and adjusted the erection in his pants. “Play with your tits for me again,” he asked and I cupped them and started kneading them, smiling at him.
“Damn, you’re hot when you do that,” he said with a crooked smile. He leaned forward and kissed each of my nipples and then he kissed me. “Thanks for today, Ella.”
