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I was on holiday in Tahiti with my family. My parents and my two younger sisters and I had joined up with two other families and had booked chalets at a small resort on one of the outer islands. As an eighteen year old it was not the most exciting of holidays as there was virtually no one my own age staying at the resort or in our party of three families.
I had gone snorkeling on the first day and had been so entranced with the reef life that I had stayed out too long and sun burned my back. I should have heeded the advice to wear a t-shirt but I had never been swimming in the tropics before and had shunned the suggestion. I was so uncomfortable that, the next day, I turned down the opportunity to take a boat ride to an adjacent island to attend their weekly market. I planned on just lying around in the shade reading and relaxing. As it turned out one of the other mothers in our group, Mrs Grinta, also decided not to go but otherwise everyone from the three families boarded the old, battered launch and motored off. They would be gone about four hours I had been told.
I was kicking back in our chalet when I heard a knock on the door. It was Mrs Grinta. Wendy Grinta was in her early to mid-forties. I didn’t know her particularly well but our families had been friendly for a number of years. She always seemed quite reasonable and friendly. I beckoned her in. She entered the room and for an unknown reason, casually turned and locked the door. She greeted me and said that she had a lotion that might help my sun burn. “I have used it in the past and it’s very soothing.”
“I would welcome any relief”, I said naively and was a little puzzled by her smirk.
I was already bare chested so she gestured for me to lie face down on the couch. The lotion certainly did feel soothing but it was the sensation of having her hands sliding all over my back that was capturing my attention. We chatted idly about his and that and then the conversation became a little more focused.
“So David, do you have a girl friend?” she casually inquired. I mumbled in the negative.
“So you have never had a girlfriend. I am surprised. I would have thought an attractive young man like you would have no problem finding female company.” She had somehow gone from no present girl friend to never having had a girlfriend. Unfortunately it was true. Although flattered to be called attractive I was a little concerned that she thought I was a total loser with women. I explained that I had gone on several dates with different girls but had not formed any steady relationship.
“So you have kissed a girl then?” I was starting to get a little uncomfortable with her questioning. To compound my discomfort, I had grown a full blown erection as a result of her proximity and massage.
Let me take time to more fully describe Mrs G. She was quite a tall woman at about 5 foot 8. She had a good figure, definitely better than most women her age. She was attractive I suppose but I had never really thought about it in any detail. Her most striking feature was her bright red, almost orange hair. I had no idea whether it was a natural or artificially colored but she did have that pale, almost translucent skin that many red heads have. Her hair also looked sort of wiry; almost afro-like. She was also quite heavily freckled but this was sort of cute in a funny sort of way. She also had a quite a prominent gap between her front teeth which was also somehow quite sexy.
She was now applying lotion to the backs of my legs which weren’t really sunburned but I certainly wasn’t going to point that out.
Going back to our conversation, I assured her that I had kissed a girl on several occasions, a little affronted that she thought me that backward and inexperienced. She was certainly not being backward herself. Her hands were roaming right up the back of my legs until they were almost reaching my bum. She continued her interrogation… “But have you ever had intercourse, you know, sex with a girl?”
Whoa, she wasn’t pulling any punches here! It struck a little bit of a raw nerve that I had never been “with” a woman even though I was eighteen years old. Although I was dead keen to get off the mark, so to speak, the opportunity had simply never really presented itself.
I considered my options. I could lie and make out that I was the real man of the world, I could decline to answer and feel stupid or I could tell her the truth and suffer embarrassment. Her hands had stilled and were virtually cupping the lower part of my buns.
I sighed and admitted I had never had sex. She gripped me tightly and I could feel her finger nails biting into my bottom. “A real, genuine, bona fide virgin” she murmured quietly. “We will have to do something about that.”
The way she said it threw my mind back to the only other odd encounter I had with Mrs G. Her family and mine were on a picnic a few months ago. We were all sitting on the grass and it was a hot steamy day. She was sitting across from me and I couldn’t help kocaeli escort but notice that her legs were apart and pointed towards me. I could see a white triangle of panties and could clearly see there were some long dark hairs sticking out from around the elastic rim. I just about choked on my sandwich! He husband noticed her posture and said that she shouldn’t sit like that, that I would not be comfortable with it. I don’t exactly remember his words but I clearly remember her response. She looked me straight in the eye and said “Oh, I don’t think he will mind” and ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth. I promptly stood up and moved elsewhere.
Back to Tahiti, her hands were again massaging my back and legs. On some strokes I could feel what must have been her thumbs coming right up to and brushing against my balls. I was so hard I was aching.
“You poor boy, never having sampled the delights of the flesh. You in your sexual prime as well. Did you know that for women, it’s their thirties when they reach their sexual peak?” I had heard something like that about sexual peaks but, pragmatically, I think I was a little young for my sexual peak and she was a little old but I was in no mind to quibble. I was starting to wonder where this was heading. I couldn’t hope to believe that she and I could, would… She interrupted my rather confused musing.
“Well, have you ever touched a girl’s breasts before?” I thought of the odd accidental brush I had against breasts. The most genuine was when I swimming with an older cousin and I had picked her up to throw her in the water and my hand had, largely unintentionally, clasped her across the bosom. I wondered if I replied no, might she? I replied in the negative.
“Well we can do something about that.” I felt her move behind me and the rustle of clothing. I turned and my jaw dropped, she had removed the sari that most female tourists on the island wore and was now only sporting what I considered to be a very skimpy pair of pale green knickers. There is something about the color green and red heads I believe. She looked great. She lifted her heavy breasts and thrust them into my face. She gave a shimmy motion and I felt like I was being hit with balloons filled with warm water. I opened my mouth and sucked in a mouthful.
“That’s it David, lick and suck, lick and suck.” I was on my back now and one or her hands had roamed down my body to my crotch. She hissed when she felt my hardness. After a minute or so of her massaging the front of my shorts and me madly suckling at her breasts she moved down and started tugging my shorts off. I raised my bottom to help her and soon I was completely naked. She looked at me with a very intense look. Her eyes were sort of flaring and there was a very determined set to her mouth. She lowered her mouth to my cock, all the time staring into my eyes. I felt like I had been plugged into an electrical circuit such was the intensity of the sensation. She was huffing and puffing as she swallowed me, her hands a blur as they flew up and down its length. I was rapidly losing the plot but didn’t know what to do. Should I try and hold on, should I tell, warn her, should I… alas, events, or sensations at least, conspired against me and I spewed up into her mouth. Torrential! She was obviously not expecting my orgasm as she started gagging and coughing. She pulled back and a further two spurts soared up and hit her under the chin. She spluttered some of my come out onto the floor. So wild was her coughing that I saw a small stream of my semen come out of her nose.
“Well that was a surprise. I felt like I had a fire hose in my mouth!” I was greatly relieved as I thought she might have been angry with me. She swirled her tongue around her mouth as though savoring a wine and then beamed at me. “Virgin cum. I knew it would taste different” She wiped her face and neck with her sari and stood. I joined her and we kissed for the first time. I was a little apprehensive as I had just come in her mouth but how could I refuse. As it happened I didn’t seem to detect any untoward flavor. I expressed my gratitude for what she had done.
“I just hope that what they say about the recuperative powers of young men is true.” She gave my cock a little tug as though encouraging it to get back to its former state. At that stage of my life I normally masturbated each morning and knew that I could get hard again soon after. “In the meantime, you can return the favor.” She stood and let her knickers drop to the floor. There was a mad mound of red hair. She had two afros! She sat back on a nearby chair and spread her legs. “Come and have a closer look David. I have a feeling you and my pussy are going to become close friends.”
I was in part fascinated and in part terrified. I knew the theoretical aspects of female anatomy but was somehow intimidated to be confronted by the real thing. I didn’t have a clue what to do. She took my head in her hands and guided me forward. There was a strange almost fishy smell which had me hesitating. kocaeli escort bayan Why the hell was there a smell of fish? I gave her a tentative, ice cream like lick. She had a metallic taste, like there was a tang to her. It was not really unpleasant just surprising. She began directing me. Giving me instructions on where, how fast, to be gentle or vigorous. I was also cuing on the sounds she was making. It was the ultimate direct feedback mechanism. I would try something different and her response quickly gave me information about whether she liked it or not. My knees were starting to hurt from the hard tiled floor but I was in no mood to stop what I was doing. The smell and sensations were intoxicating. My tongue was slathering all around her labia, occasionally I darted it in as far as I could reach which brought my nose right up to her clit. Most of the time I was flicking the little nubbin, just as she had taught me. Occasionally I looked up at her while still keeping my face buried in her crotch. Her looks alternated between sheer bliss and a Cheshire cat like look. She began to become more animated and vocal. Her hips were starting to spasm erratically which nearly threw me off my stride. She was hissing between clenched teeth. “Yes, Oh God yes, that’s it, that’s it Yes, Right there. Right there.” Her hips were vibrating now and I was struggling to keep my tongue on her clit. I looked up and saw an incredible sight. I saw a deep red flush move right up her belly to her chest, neck and then face. It was almost chameleon like. She expelled a big lungful of air and slumped back motionless.
I was in a quandary, do I stop? I kept going for a few seconds but then she reached down and, with a hand under my chin, lifted my head up to face her. “What a clever boy you are. Such a quick learner! I am not sure there is much more I can teach you about eating pussy. You are a natural.” I’d been called worse things in my life. In the decades that followed I realized that I did indeed have a talent for cunnilingus.
She looked further down my body down and her face lit up. I was again fully erect. “Oh you clever boy! He’s ready again. Hmmm. What position for your first time? I suppose it should really be missionary. Better to let you get your confidence up and feel that you are in control.” She lay back along the couch and splayed her legs. She gestured for me to come and join her and so I crawled up between her legs until I was lying on her. “This is for you David, just do what comes naturally. Don’t feel that you need to hold back.” She positioned my cock and uttered the words that I will always remember; “Now you are virgin. Push! Oooff! Now you are not!”
I was transported to another level. It was almost a dreamlike state as I reveled in the feeling of fucking a woman for the first time. While I had mentally rehearsed this on innumerable occasions, (read fantasized), the actual act was far more exciting than even, in my most fevered state, I had imagined. I had not, for example, anticipated the sounds. When I really started banging away at her the “schlup, schlup, shlup” sounds were surprising. Although I had come not long before I could feel my juices rising. Her exhortations we not helping either. “Fuck, fuck , fuck, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, urgh, urgh, urgh” It was gratifying that she was enjoying herself as well. By now I was hanging on for grim death. Her legs were cocked up and pelvis tilted back so that I was getting maximum penetration. I went into a last frenzy and then collapsed upon her, totally drained. She made cooing sounds and stroked my head. We lay in each other’s arms for a while and then, seemingly reluctantly, she gave me a wistful smile, a peck on the cheek, wriggled out from under me and retired back to her chalet.
The rest of the ten day holiday was spent trying to find opportunities to be together, or to be more accurate, to fuck. It was too risky to sneak out at night as her husband was apparently a very light sleeper but we did manage to meet at least once a day and although they were powerful sexual experiences, they were rushed. Our best day was three separate screws. We soon figured out that the toilets at the resort’s bar were a good bet. Although open, no one seemed to go the bar before lunch. It had no standing staff member; it was served by the people from the adjacent café. It was just quick, brutal fucking, but as an eighteen year old who wanted to make up for lost sexual ground, this was completely acceptable. We would individually enter, remove the minimum items of clothes items for the deed to be achieved and then rabbit away. She did not seem necessarily that interested in coming herself. It was more the act that she was interested in. In later years I have thought about this but never quite figured it out.
Once, when the rest of her family had gone for a walk to the local shops, she signaled for me to join her. She did this by wearing a particular hat and coming within my line of sight. That indicated that we had an opportunity. I excused myself izmit escort from my family on some pretext and went around to the back entrance of her chalet. We figured we had about an hour together but so intense was our sexual frenzy that we had both satiated our initial lust within ten minutes. She suggested we have a shower together which was novel for us and I readily agreed. We were having much fun soaping up each other’s bodies when we heard the sliding door of the chalet open. “Wendy, Wendy, are you there?” called the voice of her husband.
“I’m in the shower dear.” She called out, her voice cracking in the process. We were behind a shower curtain that was only just opaque. We heard the bathroom door open. In quick thinking fashion she thrust her head from out behind the curtain and looked out to see her husband standing in the door way.
“We got half way there and I realized I had forgotten my wallet, damn it.” he gruffed. Her hand reached behind her and fumbled for my penis. We were both trembling.
“Oh that’s bad luck dear. Never mind, the exercise won’t hurt you.” She was now tugging on my cock. “You won’t forget to post those letters will you dear.”
He affirmed, shut the bathroom door and then we heard him leave the chalet. She turned to me with a wild eyed look. She was breathing heavily. “God that made me horny. Take me. Take me now.” She was trembling all right, with sexual excitement. I was trembling as well but from simple naked fear. She literally attacked me and was a little disappointed that I couldn’t get an erection immediately. My little man was suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder. Due to her enthusiastic ministrations and a little of the kiss of life I did get hard again and gave her a royal fuck. I was actually a little rough because I was somehow angry with her. Although she had saved the situation, the fact that she had enjoyed it made me somehow resentful. This irritation led to me taking some liberties I had not yet enjoyed. She was on her hands and knees on the bed and I was banging away quite harshly into her. I started fingering her arsehole, which to date I had not explored. She whimpered a little at my rather forcible entry into her arse and murmured that she had never had anyone touch her there before. I replied that “Maybe I could take this virginity as you had taken mine.”
She rather tentatively agreed. I had two fingers in her now and I could tell she was in some discomfort. I am pretty sure that if it wasn’t for the excitement of nearly getting caught, she would have refused. Anyway I was enjoying being a bit more dominant than I normally was. I could tell that extra lubrication was needed so I let some of my spittle drip onto her arsehole. I took her hand and placed it behind her on my cock and told her to line me up with her little pucker. I firmly grasped her hips. (Doesn’t the pelvic girdle make excellent handholds for doggie style sex!) I started making shallow jabbing motions but she was rearing away from them and there was no penetration at all. I seized her more firmly and bore down on her. Inexorably I forced my way in. She let out a shrill screech and tried to squirm away but I had her firmly pinned. I hesitated for a few seconds with just the head of my cock inside her. She was breathing very heavily, almost gulping in air. She looked around at me with a fearful look in her eyes. For the first time in our relationship, such that it was, I was in control. I grinned at her and gave my hips a mighty flex that buried myself almost completely in her. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets and she trilled a long wailing sound that would easily have been heard outside the chalet. I thundered on until I spent myself in her. She was quite subdued afterwards. I could not help but smirk when I saw her later in the day walking to the bar with my parents for their normal pre dinner drinks. Her walk was different. Not a limp but she was definitely favoring something. I knew it was her butt.
After that encounter her behavior changed. She began inviting riskier and riskier activities. It seemed the danger of detection was as much a turn on as anything else. It was definitely not a turn on for me. I was terrified of discovery but my eighteen year old hormones were difficult to deny. I was being led by my dick. I remember once the phone in the chalet rang. It was Wendy asking if we had any spare basil. The families were cooking a shared meal together. I politely volunteered to deliver the item and strode over to their chalet. I knocked and entered and saw her working in the kitchen. I proffered the bunch of basil like a bouquet of flowers and she smiled at me. “How romantic,” she husked. She immediately sunk to her knees and pulled my swimming shorts down.
“Are you crazy?” I yelped. Here I was with my shorts around my ankles, my dick in her mouth in her kitchen. She didn’t reply but just made some burbling sounds. Her mouth was full. I couldn’t help but get aroused and found my worries drifting away as I got more and more intoxicated with the sensations. She would take time to fondle and suck my balls and even insinuated a finger between my ass checks to tickle my anus. My reverie came crashing to a halt when Mr Grinta pulled open the sliding door.
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