When my parents were younger, my Mom got pregnant so they got married. They had a daughter. I believe they wanted more children and kept trying but none came. It took a long time, sixteen years, before they finally decided it wasn't going to happen and adopted me. I can't remember exactly but relatively I always knew I was adopted and it never bothered me. They were great parents, strict when they should be but encouraging when they could be. I hope I'll be as good a parent some day. I had a nice, middle class life.
In high school I ended up dating a girl that, like me, was sort of square and good. We seemed to get along and it helped socially to always have some one to date. Slowly, over time, we both realized we had an interest in sex. At the time it was common knowledge that oral sex helped you have orgasms without getting pregnant. So I believe it was common for sexual activity to start that way. I think it was her that suggested it first but it could have been me, and we tried it. Neither of us knew what we were doing but, after all, how tricky is it to suck a cock or lick and finger fuck a pussy. So we did that for awhile and then moved sort of naturally to actually fucking.
We then had sex every single moment that we thought we could without getting caught. We'd go to older, uncrowded movies and sit in the back row. She'd suck me off and I'd eat her and then she'd climb on my lap and take my cock up into her and ride me and ride me. She sucked me off in a janitor's closet at school and I ate her while she sat on a bar stool in her kitchen with her parents in the next room, for instance. Then we headed off to college. She went to Princeton, I went to Penn State. We could still have sex when we came home for holidays but both agreed we weren't exclusive anymore, we were too horny to go months without.
I did o.k. at Penn State. It's a great place. There are perhaps forty thousand students and maybe another 40,000 people in the town and surrounding Centre county. The town only exists to serve the university's needs. It's located close to the geographic center of the state and is on no good through routes to anywhere. So there's very little industry, mostly service businesses. It's very much a "Joe College" atmosphere. It's a local joke that the football stadium seats 100,000 people and there aren't that many people living here. Weekends see thousands, mostly alumni, commuting in to see the football game.
Anyway, there are literally thousands of horny coeds so if you've learned anything about having sex you stand a good chance of scoring. Since a small percent of the male population is too arrogant or stupid to put tongue to a hairy vagina, the odds increase in your favor if you happen to love eating pussy. I've never met a female who doesn't like having her pussy licked. So I did o.k. I wasn't the biggest cocksman on campus at all, didn't really want to be, but I got more than enough.
Another thing happened to me there. I was in a fraternity and one of my fraternity brothers was and is a genius when it comes to computers. He came up with some software that was fabulous. We were friends and I helped on the business side. We were offered a lot of money to sell the software to a huge corporation. Millions. I convinced him that we should go it on our own. The result is that, at age 24, I'm now very wealthy, at least on paper, and an officer in a very large software company that has stayed in State College, PA. I live in a house I had an architect design, very modern, lots of glass. I love it.
I get a telephone call from my sister. Remember, she was sixteen or so when I was born. I was a ring bearer at her wedding when I was four. She is my sister and I know her well but sort of like you might know your grandparents or aunts. She was raising her own family when I was going through public school. I would see her and her family a number of times a year but we weren't terribly close. Her oldest son is a very good football player and is at a Southern school on a full ride scholarship. I knew that but the truth is, I'm not sure I really knew how many children she had or there names, even though I'd met them all over the years.
Seems her daughter got admitted to Penn State. Sort of late, last minute. Freshmen must stay in a dorm and she didn't have a dorm room assigned and needed a place to stay that had to be family in order to get admitted. Could she stay with me? I do have a guest room. I wasn't enthused about it but caved and agreed that she could. I had a nice life and wasn't wild about having someone foisted on me but, what the heck, it's family. Right? And I'm a nice guy.
Then Lisa shows up. She's eighteen, almost nineteen. She has a perfect female body. Lots of tits, lots of ass, long, long legs. A face that's more cute girl-next-door than beautiful. Long, dark, wavy hair. As sexy a female as walks the earth. And when she walks, she oozes sex appeal. Everything seems to move in all the right ways.
My adjusting to having someone else in the house isn't easy. Her adjusting to being away from home and starting college isn't easy. I ate a lot of meals out, she needs to eat a lot of meals in since she can't afford otherwise. Which means I need to keep more food and we need to go shopping together to get what she wants. I walk her to campus, perhaps twenty minutes, so she'll know how to get around but she still has lots of questions about how to get where. I'm used to walking around naked sometime at home and I think I scared her at first so I had to change. She, however, walks around about half naked in her underwear, which drives me nuts because she's just plain gorgeous.
I was once fairly serious with a girl until I actually heard her in the next booth when she didn't know I was there talking with another girl and explaining how if she roped me in she could put up with me for maybe a year and then divorce me and get several million dollars and be made for life. Needless to say, I didn't marry her. It scared me so I've arranged with a lovely grad student named Emma, who also has a few other customers, to come service me once a month in exchange for a healthy payment. Part of the adjustment to Lisa being in my house came the first time Emma showed up and, since they met, I introduced them before we went to my bedroom where, as usual, we spent the entire night mostly having sex in one form or another. We both perform more like lovers than prostitute-client with lots of foreplay and kissing and oral sex as well as fucking.
It took about a month or more for Lisa to realize that I have a spa attached to the house in back. "What is that, Charlie?" she asks.
"It's a spa."
"Oh, like a hot tub."
"Yes, exactly. Like an oversize bath tub with lots of jets in it and water than can get heated to a fairly high temperature."
"Can I use it?"
