[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not conform entirely with reality. But isn't that the whole point of fantasies--what could be? With historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]
I do not practice nor do I condone any of the sexual acts about which I write, other than straight, heterosexual relationships. Beside the fact that most other forms of sexual behavior are illegal, I still don't judge consenting adults for their sexual preferences except where such behavior is hurtful/harmful to others, such as pedophilia.
None-the-less, many people have FANTASIES of such taboo laden behavior to achieve sexual gratification or whatever, but have no intentions whatsoever of carrying out such behavior in actual practice. That said, if I have struck a particular fantasy of yours, read and enjoy.
Robert Smith ... male lead character, eighteen at graduation from a military academy
Roberta Smith ... female lead character, two years younger than brother Robert
Lila ... female supporting character, thirties, sexually insatiable
I believe I'm a fortunate man, a very fortunate man. So many people go through life with love unrequited-that is, unattainable, unfulfilled, unconsummated. Whereas I on the other hand, have had multiple and requited true loves. How did this come about for me? How did I get so lucky? Well that's quite a story.
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 along with the military training.
I never got back home. Shithead wouldn't 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 the first few years. 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 with whom I buddied. All four of them were "experienced," and constantly lamented the fact that I wasn't.
John went on, "We've 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. My buddies were adamant.
Come six forty five, 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, uh, well, that was indescribable and also very intoxicating.
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 gorgeous boobs, 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. The nipple was already erect, but it became more so as I played with it.
"Does what I'm doing to your nipple answer your question? Does my hand 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 gently probed my lips. It took me long enough to get the idea and finally open my mouth. Lila uttered a deep moan. My tongue met hers and our two tongues danced.
Lila broke our kiss at last. "You do catch on quickly, my boy, yes indeed you do."
Growing still bolder, I withdrew my hands and tugged the bottom of her top up. She raised her arms to help and I pulled 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 caressed it over top of the cloth.
Lila whispered in my ear, "John told me you were inexperienced. Doesn't seem that way to me." She squeezed hard on my bulge and I groaned in pleasure.
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 and writhed 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 her bush. My tongue now replaced my finger in her very wet crevice.
"My God," moaned Lila. who said you were inexperienced."
That was the second time she said that and it wouldn't be the last. 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 sank 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, my first muff diving experience.
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'd dressed in "civvies" for the night. That was a white cotton tee and jeans. Lila gripped the bottom of the tee and pulled it up and 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 aching tool sprang up smartly as it was released from its confinement.
.... There is more of this story ...