Hannah's Hot Tub - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Hannah's Hot Tub - Part 2

... to mine. "You've just changed my life." I hadn't had many complaints about my sexual technique but this was an extreme compliment indeed. "How have I done that?" I asked, puzzled but very pleased that I hadn't caused any immediate harm. "You promise never to tell Mum?" "How could I after tonight?" I asked. Hannah seemed satisfied with this reply because she leaned back and stroked my arm as my hand stroked her thigh again. “You wanted to know if I was a virgin before you fucked me." I winced at her use of the 'f' word and my hand froze on her leg but Hannah's eyes gleamed as she said it as if with pride. "Well, strictly speaking I wasn’t a virgin but I might as well have been,” she continued, taking my hand and putting it back on her smooth, naked thigh before wriggling her bikini bra back down over her tiny breasts. “What do you mean?” I asked. She paused before replying then sighed. “I’ve tried to do it three times before but each time it was awful. There’s something... wrong with me that made it all go wrong." "What do you mean," I asked surprised. She took a deep breath. "I freeze up...really badly... down there," she replied. She had certainly been very tight indeed but this surprised me. "The first boy I tried with couldn't get it into me at all. He tried until it hurt us both then got too excited and just came all over me. The second tried so hard he hurt me a lot then just gave up and left me in my room." "That's terrible," I sympathised, meaning it too. After ...

... steeling herself to losing her virginity, to have that happen must have been terrible for her self-esteem. "The last one did manage to get inside me but then it happened again. And it hurt like hell and he came straight away.” She shrugged, “I suppose he took my cherry but it didn’t feel like it. Not like it was with you.” I felt ridiculously pleased at these words then immediately felt ashamed of myself, a mature forty-something year old married man who had been seduced by a skinny teenage near-virgin, and one with a problem too. “Who were they all?” I asked, remembering that Hannah didn’t seem to have many boyfriends. “Oh, people from school,” she replied but it was obvious from her tone that she wasn’t being entirely straight with me. “People?” I asked, still stroking her thigh but my hand moving closer towards her naked vulva again. There was a long pause. “Promise you won’t tell Mum?” After what she and I had just done, the question was ludicrous but I promised anyway. “Cross my heart!” She drew in a deep breath. “You know in school you have the ‘cool girls’ and the ‘other girls’?” I nodded. “Well, I'm not one of the cool girls. I’m too skinny; too swotty, too flat-chested and too frigid.” After what we had just done, this was hard to believe but I let her carry on. “It’s like this,” she continued, taking me by the hand, “you know it’s normal for young girls to get crushes on TV stars, or Boy Bands?” “Yes of course,” I replied, remembering my own sister’s bedroom covered in ...