Mandy and Bob

by AJ Martin

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, Fiction, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Water Sports, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Mandy is tossed onto the street by her wicked mother. She wanders the streets in rags for a week. Hungry and alone she finds Bob. Constantly afraid he will just toss her away too, she gives him her virginity. Even though she is 17 and he is 55, they build a strong sexual and otherwise rewarding relationship. A way to even the score with her terrible mother and his witch of an ex-wife thrusts itself upon them.

Chapter 1

Bob held Mandy tight and whispered into her ear, "I need you too Mandy. I want you to stay forever. Please stay forever!"

Mandy sighed, kissed Bob's ear and softly whispered into it, "Yes!"

They were sitting in the warmth of the tub. Safe. Secure. His arms wrapped around her and he sighed, thinking, "It has been so long since I have been with a woman. So long."

Bob had never been with anyone as young as Mandy. Never had sex with anyone so young. He had been in his mid twenty's before he met his witch of an ex-wife. She was his first. And his only.

Mandy was young and as he thought about it, he hoped things would work out for them both. Perhaps ... even, "together."

Bob thought there was no way to adequately describe the feeling of her flesh against his; the closeness of her body, the softness of her breasts pressing against his chest, the security of their arms holding, circling each other, the pleasure of her vaginal sheath, clutching him.

He had meant it when he told her "Please stay forever!"

Mandy sounded so happy when she had finally answered "Yes!" to his plea. She had kissed him tenderly and literally sobbed her answer into his ear.

Now Mandy welled up again. Tears of pure joy started streaming down her face another time, lubricating his cheek and shoulder, her body trembled and shook.

"I was so afraid Bob, that when you found out just how young I was and I was a virgin you would freak out. You had been so nice to me and all I did was lie to you. I was sure that would make you hate me. Toss me out.

"I was so very scared that because I had lied. I was so scared you would just toss me out on the street like my mom did when I told her Craig, her boyfriend, had threatened to rape me. I hated being out on the street. I hardly slept. Hardly ate. I was, alone."

Tears still were welling up into her eyes as she lifted her head off of his shoulder, her body still vibrating from the brutal pain from her mother's betrayal. She had held in the pain, tucked away into a corner of her mind but, Bob's kindness was the key that let it come flooding out.

There were no external scars from the verbal abuse her mother had descended upon her since her father's death. The emotional scars would take a long time to heal. Sharing her pain with another person, Bob, let her start on her road to recovery.

Mandy sighed and Bob sensed her tears had slowed as she began to believe she had actually found someone who really cared about her. A deep breath and she shifted her head up a little. A second deep breath, gathering her thoughts, she moved nose to nose with Bob.

Mandy was at first serious looking and then as a light seemed to beam on, her face brightened. She dipped her head and looking back up at him almost through her eyebrows asked, "Do you think we can do it again?"

"What?"

"You know, sex!"

When Bob just smiled at her she was very confused.

"I know it hurt when we started before but then, inside, that great feeling just spread over my entire inside of my belly.

"Can we do it again. Please?"

Bob, grinned and then laughed a little.

A big question mark showed up on her face as she didn't understand why he was laughing.

Mandy leaned forward just an inch and tilting her head slightly to the side, let her lips touch his and gave him a light kiss. Separating their lips, she whispered, her breath washing over his face, "I've never felt like this before and I'm sure I love you!"

"I love you ... more!" he answered.

"Then why can't we have sex!"

"We can't!"

Totally confused, Mandy said, "But I want to!"

Bob moved his hands to under her armpits and gently moved her away, increasing the space between them to a couple of inches. Then he looked down between them.

When her eyes didn't follow his, he looked at her hard, frowned and glanced down again. She scowled not understanding.

With the third try to make her look down, she finally figured it out and looked down. Way down ... to where their bodies were still joined.

Bob simply said to Mandy, "We can't do it again, because we never stopped!"

Her right hand came up to her face as she giggled and then looked up at him shyly through her fingers. He could see her face was beet red from embarrassment.

"I'm such a dunce!"

"That might be, but you are MY dunce," he told her.

"Do you really mean it?"

As a smile grew across her face when he told her, "Definitely," it was quickly replaced with a frown, quickly followed with a scowl.

"Ow! ... Oh! ... Mmmm!" followed.

Bob had given a little thrust into her.

Even though she was sore from her first impalement, less than a half hour ago, Mandy found that pain quickly turned into pleasure.

It had only been a gentle thrust but it violently awakened the demon within her. Her lust sprang into motion and again her instincts took over.

"Oh, my God. I love you!" Mandy sighed as she drew their lips close again.

"I love you!"

She rotated her hips forward, pushing her sex against his, then she rotated her hips in the other direction, lifted away from Bob a little and followed that with the motion driving them back together again.

"Oh this feels so good," she thought to herself as the heat built inside of her.

That was when, Bob brought his hands up between them and snuggled his palms onto her breasts. They were fairly small, not really smaller than a single "B" or much larger than an "A." He squeezed them gently and felt her body surge from the attention.

He massaged both her breasts at the same time as Mandy increased her technique, driving into and pulling away from him, to pleasure herself.

Probing the softness, the beauty, the thrill of her breasts, Bob felt the little nubbins there, hardening. He moved the tips of his thumbs and index fingers around her nipples and gave them a series of gentle tweaks.

Mandy had been on a down stroke at the time, because of the new stimulation, she slammed harder into him than before. He felt her vagina pulse and then she slowly withdrew.

Nearing the end of his penis she stopped and then she started another downward motion. Bob squeezed her nipples harder. Twisted them. Pulled at them. Harder!

She shot her body forward faster than Superman's speeding bullet. Crashed into his pelvis and arched her back crying out the muffled, "Oooommmmppppffff" as a strong orgasm riddled her, vibrating through her, curling her toes.

Bob watched as the chin of her contorted face looked like it would like to rocket her head off it's tether. The muscles and tendons of her neck were drawn tight. Her lips were glued together from the strain as the orgasm hit her full force.

Her whole body remained tensed.

Then the bright crimson which had spread from her face to down between her breasts faded and she started to turn blue.

Bob shook her gently and told her to breathe.

Then again a little louder. "Breathe."

A third time he finally got through to her and she drearily opened her eyes: "BREATHE!"

Mandy took a hard gulp of air and collapsed against his chest. Several rapid gulps later and she calmed her breathing. From her protected position buried in his shoulder asked, "Wow. Is it always like that?"

"Not always, but enough to make it worthwhile," he assured her.

"Mandy?"

"Yes."

"Can I have it back now?"

"What?"

"I know you want to play with it, but can I have it back for a while."

"What?" she said with a final squeal of the word.

Laughing a little, Bob put his hands back under her armpits like he had before and lightly moved their bodies apart and looked hard in her eyes. Then glanced down between their conjoined bodies.

She didn't even have to look. Her face started to show crimson again and in all seriousness she said, "No!

"It's mine and I want to keep it right where it is!"

Bob laughed saying, "How about I let you play with it anytime you want.

"OK?"

Laughing Mandy pulled off of him and then again said, "Ow!"

"I'm still a little sore down there but the good far outweighs the bad."

"Let's get rinsed off and I need to pee," Bob told her.

"So do I," came her response.

Bob rinsed off, stepped out of the tub, handed Mandy a towel and dried himself with another.

Stepping over to the toilet he let loose his stream. As he finished, there was a woman snuggling into his back.

He lifted his chin, curling his head back and gave a sigh of pure pleasure. Somehow, he felt whole. Not the person who felt shattered into pieces most of the time.

He shook off the last vestiges of urine from his penis and turned to Mandy and said, "Your turn."

As Bob turned to leave, she caught his arm and said, "Stay with me."

"Forever," he returned and stayed, holding her hands, as she turned and sat down to pee.

"Ow!" came her cry again. "Boy, that stings!"

Bob knelt in front of her and snuggled up to the toilet so he was right between her knees. He kissed her lightly and waited with her as she would pee and stop. Pee and stop as she worked through the stinging sensation.

Then Bob had an idea. "Spread your legs wide and then spread yourself apart down there.

"Let the pee come right out of your pee hole.

"Then it shouldn't back up into your vagina and sting you. Your lips down there are holding your pee in."

Doing as he suggested, Mandy let her legs go wide, causing her hips to move forward, coincidentally, giving Bob a great view of her entire sex.

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