[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. With some occasional historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]
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The root of the problem was that my surrogate father and I never got along. That's putting it mildly. I call him surrogate because he was not my biological father and--he never married my mother. I said, putting it mildly because, after he came on the scene, I was constantly in minor trouble with the law to spite and antagonize him.
You see, I was five and my sister, Roberta, was barely two when my real father died in a car crash in 1945. By the time I reached ten, Shithead, as I called him, had enough. I was unceremoniously shipped off to a Virginia military school for young boys where I spent the next seven years and where I finished the equivalent of grammar school and high school.
I never got back home. Shithead would not allow it. Mother hit the bottle two years after Shithead moved in and was never the same again. Two years before I finished the academy, mother was killed in a hit and run accident as she wobbled home from a tavern one night. Shithead disappeared.
How did I know all this without ever going home? Simple. Roberta wrote to me quite often. She was placed in foster care less than two years after Shithead moved in after neighbors complained about all the noise and problems and after people found out Shithead was chasing my sister around the bedroom. He never caught her, thank God.
Roberta was adopted out of foster care at age eleven and grew up somewhere in Iowa. She found the address of the academy I attended before she was pulled from mother's care. She wrote to me until her adoption and then the letters quickly petered out. She didn't remember a lot about me as she was only seven when I left. I lost track of her after that.
Graduation week at the academy was hectic. John, my best buddy at the academy said, "Robert, you're eighteen by several months and never been laid. It's time we helped you get that done."
"We," was John and the three others I buddied with. All four of them were "experienced," and constantly lamented the fact that I wasn't.
John went on, "We have all chipped in and bought you a woman for tonight--all night." He handed me a slip of paper as he continued, "All you have to do is show up at this address at seven tonight."
"Shit, guys, I don't know about this."
"Well, we do. If necessary, we'll escort you to her door. We intend to see you through this."
There were hearty guff haws all around. It was Saturday night and the academy was liberal with weekend passes, at least for seniors. I didn't think there was anyway I was going to get out of this one.
Come seven, since I still appeared to be dragging my heels too much, I was delivered to the door by my gang. Only after the door opened and I stepped in did the car speed away.
A gorgeous woman who appeared to be somewhere between thirty-five and forty-five stood before me. Thirty to thirty-five, I mentally corrected myself as I looked her over up close.
"Hello, Robert. My name is Lila. Welcome to my home. Would you like something to drink?"
"Uh, b, beer, I guess."
When Lila brought my beer and some wine for herself, she sat on the sofa across from me. I was sitting in a chair. Her perfume was intoxicating. Her deep cleavage on full display was maddening. Her bare legs, exposed to mid thigh by her short skirt was--well, that was indescribable.
While we chatted, mostly Lila asking me questions, she crossed and uncrossed her legs. This made her skirt ride up even further, exposing her unclad bush. I perspired even more and the bulge in my pants was growing painful. Lila bent forward to pick up a napkin she dropped. In the process, she fully exposed her 36Cs unfettered by a bra.
When she sat back up, she asked, "Do you like what you see, Robert?"
All hesitation seemed to drop away as I answered, "Yes, I really do."
"Then why don't you come over here and sit beside me?" I sad down beside her and placed my right arm on the back of the sofa behind her. She immediately grabbed my left hand, slid it down her loose fitting top, and placed it squarely on her left tit.
"Do you like the feel of that, Robert?"
My answer was to caress her tit and squeeze her already erect nipple between my thumb and forefinger. "Does what I'm doing to it feel good to you?"
Before she could utter a reply, I leaned in and kissed her deeply on her lips. Her mouth opened and her tongue began to probe my lips. It took me long enough to get the idea and open my mouth. Lila uttered a deep moan. My tongue met hers and our two tongues danced.
Lila broke our kiss at last and said, "You do catch on quickly, my boy, yes indeed you do."
Growing still bolder, I withdrew my hands and started tugging the bottom of her top up. She raised her arms to help and I tugged the top off and dropped it on the floor. She was now naked from the waist up.
I just stared for a bit at her luscious tits. Perfect globes with only the tiniest bit of sag as yet. Large aureola capped those wonderful melons with long, erect nipples jutting from their centers. My mouth had a mind of its own. It just dropped onto the nearest nipple and I sucked and licked with abandon.
My right hand played with her hair at the nape of her neck while my left hand found the other nipple and went to work on it. Lila moaned some more. Her left hand had found the bulge in my pants and was caressing it over top of the cloth.
Lila whispered, "John told me you were inexperienced. Doesn't seem that way to me." She squeezed hard on my bulge and I moaned.
My hand dropped from Lila's tit to her belly and caressed her navel. I slipped the hand still lower, sliding it beneath the waistband of her skirt to her bushy mound. Her legs parted to allow me access.
Lack of experience or not, what to do just seemed to come naturally as the action progressed. My middle finger was sliding up and down her crevice, getting very wet in the process. Lila moaned even more.
Suddenly, I withdrew my both hands from her.
"What? What are y..."
I cut her off by grabbing hold of her skirt and literally ripping it off her body. I forced her on her back and placed one leg up on the sofa back and the other on the floor. My mouth dived for the bush. My tongue now replaced my finger in her very wet crevice.
"My God," moaned Lila. I thought you were inexperienced."
That was the second time she said that and it would not be the last time. Her hips were slowly undulating up and down in no time flat. I added a finger below my tongue. It found the opening to her pussy and sunk in full length. I rotated and agitated the finger in all directions. I added a second and then a third finger to the mix.
I thought she was going to come off the couch. Lila just really humped my tongue and fingers, grinding away with real force. I guess she liked what I was doing to her body. Her nectar tasted just great to me, but then, I had nothing to compare it to so far as other women. She was my first.
Lila suddenly climaxed, long and hard. My mouth and nose got drenched. I couldn't lap it all up quickly enough.
"Oh my God," she sighed.
I moved up and kissed her again, sharing her own nectar with her.
"That's sexy," she mumbled.
For various reasons, I had dressed in "civvies" for the night. That was a white cotton tee and jeans. Lila gripped the bottom of the tee and pulled over my head, breaking our kiss.
She pushed me up and back down onto the sofa. My jeans quickly came off at her tugging. The BVD's went with the jeans. My seven inch tool sprang up smartly as it was released from its confinement.
Lila's mouth quickly found my leaking tool and she went to work with a blow job that had me moaning and groaning in thirty seconds flat. In sixty seconds, I blew my wad down her throat.
"I'm sorry," I said, "I just couldn't hold it."
"That's not a problem," Lila said, choking a little as she swallowed the last of my load. "Now you will last for a while for the next round. Now I want you and your still hard dick to climb in the saddle and fuck my brains out."
So, I climbed in the saddle. I positioned my cock between her legs and touched her lips with it.
"Slide your cock up and down my slit, Robert. That will lubricate it but it will also give me a great deal of pleasure."
I took hold of my cock and did as she bid me. I let the helmet sink into her slit as I rubbed from her clit to her rosebud and back. Lila moaned deeply as I made very slow, sensuous passed with my cockhead.
