Wendy' Choice - Sex Stories

Wendy' Choice

... demonstrated the proper way to introduce a young lady to the pleasures of sex two summers ago, and he had practiced what I taught him twice since then, and he is still very good friends with both of those young ladies today, even though they are no longer intimate.”

“You want... you want my daughter... for your son?” she asked, stunned to her core.

“Yes, I do.” he replied. “I'm going to use her as a bargaining chip to get him into a college of MY choosing. None of the party schools he was looking at before.”

“But, your son?” she asked, confused. “You want her to give her virginity... to your son?” She looked at him, surprised to her core. “I thought you, well, men in general, I mean...”

“You thought I would want it for myself?” He looked at her with an amused glance. “I'm afraid a pretty little thing like her would have no interest in an old fossil like me.”

“That's not true!” Wendy said impulsively, then clapped her hand over her mouth to prevent herself from saying anything else.

“Really?” he asked, amused. “What does that mean?”

“It means she likes older men. Sam needs a father figure, and if her “father” was interested in her, in “that way,” well, I don't think she'd be too embarrassed to stop him. I think it figures prominently in her fantasies.” Wendy said, blushing from embarrassment. “She'd be REALLY mad if she knew I told you that.

“Hmm... That brings up interesting thoughts in my head.” he said softly, looking off into the distance for a ...

... moment. Then his eyes met hers again and focused laser tight. “All that is for after, though.” He smiled at her, letting her know with his eyes that SHE was his entire focus. “It's time for you to experience a few firsts.”

She looked at him, her eyes widening as he slid down, kissing her breasts and her belly in between them. He looked up at her once more as her wispy pubes tickled his chin.

“I get some firsts, too.” he smiled at her. “I'm the first guy to ever taste you.” He immediately put his whole mouth over her pussy, and began flicking her clit with his tongue while collecting the beaded moisture dotting her lips. “And the first one to touch you -HERE- (he let his index finger slip onto her asshole, applying very gentle pressure to test it tightness) right?”

She gasped and tried to wiggle her butt away from his finger, but he just smiled up at her and kept it in place.

“Oh my God!” she gasped aloud. “Don't touch me THERE!” she said frantically. “It's dirty!”

He moved up along side her and looked directly into her eyes. “I'm a dirty boy.” he said, then pushed his finger into her asshole to the first knuckle. “Are you a dirty girl?”

She thought about a long moment, not speaking, as she looked back into his eyes as well.

“Is that what you want?” she finally asked, her voice so quiet he could barely hear it. She was looking down at her lap. He out a finger under her head and lifted her head and made her look into his eyes. “You want me to be a dirty ...