"Oh, sorry - hey aren't you a teacher at my son's school?" I was sure she wasn't, my son was almost her age, but let her think I'm an absentminded old guy while the pheremones drift over at point blank range.
She looked irritated and started to snap "No, I'm NOT a .." she got a little bit of a smile "..not a teacher, I just started college."
I laughed a little at myself. "Wow, never would have guessed - you seem so confident, miss..um, what's your name?" She told me she was Tina, and walked with me at my gesture. A little more conversation, and she was hooked. She didn't know why, but I reminded her of ... someone special.
We wandered the store, chatting quietly while I got her personal details. Lived at home with her parents - damn, an apartment would be easier - no boyfriend, she had the night off, she liked cats and horses, yada yada. By this time she was completely comfortable with me, and accepted my offer of a ride with a smile. Once we were in the car we sat and chatted for a while, then I got more personal.
"Are you a virgin?"
A blush "I can't believe you asked me that!" A pause. "No. But I didn't like it, he rushed and was done in a minute. I can't believe I told you that."
"Ever give a blowjob?"
Blushed deeper. "Yes. You really don't have a filter, do you?"
"Did you swallow?"
"NO! He didn't warn me, I spat it out and haven't done it again! Why am I telling you this?"
"Because you're comfortable talking to me."
"Well, I am, but I've never talked about this stuff with anyone, much less a strange man."
"So here's the most important question. How old are you?"
"I'm 18 last summer. Why is that the most important question?"
"Because I want a blowjob, and if you're not old enough, I'd have to find someone else."
She gave a shocked laugh. "What? You're serious?"
"Yes. You've sat here while I asked you all these EXTEMELY personal questions, you never even thought about getting out of the car, so yes, I'm serious, I would love for you to give me a blowjob. Not here in the parking lot, but I'm not going to drive anywhere without you knowing what I have in mind."
She gaped at me for a few seconds. "I don't know why I didn't get out - I don't know why I got in in the first place! But if we drive somewhere private ... well, maybe I can be convinced."
I pulled out on the road and put my hand on her thigh. She started a little but didn't say anything.
"You know, if you recline the seat, I can reach over and grope you."
She turned her head and stared for a minute - then moved her seat up and reclined the back all the way. I reached over and cupped her breast, then pulled her top up and pulled it out of her bra.
"What! Oh, that feels nice..."
I played with her body for a few minutes as I drove, twiddling her nipples a little and reaching down to cup her groin. From her movement she was starting to get aroused.
I pulled off the road. "Here we are."
She popped her head up and looked - I had pulled into a side road that got virtually no traffic, then parked in a driveway to a house I knew was empty.
I turned to look at her and admired her tits hanging out of her bra. "You ready?"
She nodded. "Right here?"
I reclined my seat and lay back. "Right here."
She got up into a kneeling position on the seat and paused a second, then I gestured to my groin. "I'm lazy, you can unzip it."
She did, then pulled down my shorts and giggled when my cock popped straight up. At my nod, she took it in her mouth.
"Fair warning. I'm going to come in your mouth if you let me, and I'd like you to swallow it."
She hesitated a moment, and started sucking. With her kneeling on the passenger seat, that put her tits right over my hand, I gently fondled them and stroked her nipples across my palm, feeling them come erect as she started working her lips up and down me. It didn't take long and I was groaning, then gasped "Here it comes!" and came. She pulled back a little as my semen filled her mouth - "Are you going to swallow?" - she swallowed, and started sucking again, until I was drained.
She looked up at me. "I can't believe I did that! And it wasn't gross!"
"That's because you like sucking my cock,"
"I do, don't I? That's weird. I met you an hour ago, and I'd do anything you wanted."
"Maybe you would. Well, let's go back to my house, and we'll test that out, shall we?"
She nodded jerkily. "Yes!"
My house was a short drive away. I pulled into my garage and closed the door behind us. "Well, Tina, I did have one really strange request..."
She looked apprehensive, but a little excited. "What?"
"I need to see your driver's licence."
"What? WHY?"
"Because you might have been interested enough to lie to me, and I'm not going to do what I want to do until I know for sure you're over 18."
She pulled it out and shoved it in front of my nose. She was indeed over 18. "There. Satisfied?"
"No, but we will be. You want to take that top off? You're not going to need it the rest of the night." She laughed and pulled it over her head, then followed it with her bra.
Once inside, I sat her on the couch and fetched her a drink. "What's this?"
"Just lemonade, you probably want to get the taste out of your mouth."
She took a sip. "Yeah. It wasn't too bad, but this tastes better."
I sat across from her and waited for her to finish the drink. "Ready for a new experience?" She nodded a little nervously. "Tell me about your first time."
She blinked in surprise. "Not much to tell - my boyfriend bugged me until I said yes, then put it in and lasted about 60 seconds."
"Same boyfrend you gave a blowjob to?"
"Yes. He said it would prove I loved him, since I didn't want to have sex again that weekend."
"And afterward? Did he reciprocate?"
"Reciprocate? What's that?"
"Did he go down on you? Eat your pussy? Smooch your snatch? Rub beards? Munch carpet? Lick your cunt?"
She giggled when I said 'cunt', then sighed. "No, he said it was gross and I shouldn't even have asked. Like his dick was any cleaner."
"So what happened then?"
"I broke up with him. He called me a lousy fuck when he was talking to his friends, so I told him he'd never have to suffer like that again."
I laughed. "Good line! I bet you can tell what I'd like to do for you next."
She froze for a second. "I supposed I can, but I've never done that before! What am I supposed to do?"
I stretched and smiled. "What you do is take the rest of your clothes off, then I'm going to come over there and show you."
She unbuttoned her pants and hesitated. "I just lie here?"
I smirked at her and answered. "If I do my job, you most certainly will not 'just lie there'. But that's how we'll start."
She took her pants and panties off, then sat nervously with her legs together. "I'm a little afraid to open my legs."
"Why, you don't want to do this?"
"No, not that. I just never had anyone see me there up close before, what if I'm ugly down there?"
I pulled my shirt over my head, then sat next to her and patted the tops of my thighs. "You're not, but keep them together for now and sit on my lap, I'm going to begin at your neck and work my way down."
She scooted onto my lap until her leg was pressed hard against my erection. I bent my head and nuzzled beneath her ear, then started kissing in earnest. She responded with a sigh, and leaned into me. "Oh, that feels nice. Ohhh!" My hand was cupping her breast with my thumb on her nipple, I just held it while I worked on revving her up. Soon enough, it crinkled up and I switched my attention lower, taking it in my mouth and circling the tip with my tongue. She started when I moved my hand to her thigh, I rubbed up and down her leg while I worshipped her breasts with my mouth. Soon enough, she parted her legs and I moved my hand to her mound. She pushed it into my hand and gave a little moan. I rubbed gently and she clamped her legs on my hand. "Oh, that feels goood."
I pulled my mouth off her tit and looked her in the eyes. "So, am I doing better than the One Minute Wonder?"
She kissed me and stuck her tongue deep in my mouth. After some very enjoyable tonsil hockey - with bonus fingering - she pulled away gasping. "Oh god yes!"
"Ready for the main event?"
She shoved my hand away, practically jumped off me onto the ottoman in front of me, and spread her legs wide. I smiled as I sat in front of her and buried my face betwen her thighs. I started off really gentle - kissing her inner thigh from her knee to her crotch, then the other side, then licking along her slit, teasing her. "Oh, that's nice." She was moving her hips up and down, and purring as I warmed her up. With her thighs on my shoulders, I brought my hands over her legs and spread her pussy lips so I could explore her with my tongue. She tasted great, and sounded better - nothing like a pretty girl moaning to make you feel useful. I adjusted to spread the top of her pussy more, and sure enough, her clit was standing up begging for attention. I circled it with my tongue, never quite reaching it, she was moaning loudly by then. I pulled my face back a little and looked up at her.
"Hey Tina"
"Wh-wh-what?" She answered softly.
What does this button do?"
"What butto - Oh God Oh GOD OH GOD!!"
I kept at it, licking and sucking her clit like a horny old man with lots of practice. I held her legs tight to my shoulders - not to hold her down, but so I could move with her and keep my face firmly planted on her cunt while she bucked like a rodeo bull. She came loudly and repeatedly, finally gasping "STOP! It's TOO MUCH!!"
I pulled back. "OK, so that's the Scream Button. I'll have to remember that. How was that? Any complaints"
She raised her head and stared at me, shen shook her head weakly side to side. "God no. How can anything feel SO GOOD?!"
"I don't know, but isn't it nice?" She nodded and dropped her head back and took deep breaths. After a minute she raised her head to talk.
"So... holy crap! I don't know your name! What IS your name?"
"Call me Carl. Carl Edwards."
"Carl, that was FANTASTIC. Where do you learn that?"
"College. I majored in women's studies, and did a lot of extra credit."
She laughed at me. "Smartass." She hesitated a minute. "So, Carl, are you going to fuck me?"
"That's entirely up to you. I thought about screwing you during those last couple orgasms, but hadn't asked you yet, and didn't want to distract you in the middle."
"After that, you can fuck me. Hell, after that, you can fuck me tomorrow and Saturday too."
"Well, it seems like I've been doing all the work, so how about I lie back and you fuck me?"
She raised her eyebrows. "You want me to put on one of those strapa-whatevers and put it in you?"
I busted up laughing, then pulled a fake scared expression. "No. NO. Absolutely NOT the strapawhatever!" I smiled up at her. "I mean you get on top, so you're moving up and down on me. And equally important, your tits are bouncing where I can see them, and both my hands are free. You know, just in case some tits are in reach."
She smiled at that. "Sure, why not?"
She sat next to me to pull my pants down, then helped me get out of them. As I lay back, she hesitated. "Just climb on top, I'll get us lined up." She moved up on me, I found her slit with my hand and wiggled into place, put my cock at her entrance, and she flinched. "You OK?"
"Yes, I want you, but it hurt last time."
"I'll hold still, you lower yourself onto me."
She relaxed her thighs and her cunt slid on to me like a..., well, like a very wet cunt sliding onto a very hard cock. She paused when I was halfway in, then just let herself drop and I was fully inserted. "Oh, that's sooo..."
"Nice? Enormous? Punctual?"
She smacked me on the shoulder and laughed. "It doesn't hurt."
"Well, I should hope not. You're about as wet as a cunt can be. Now you can start moving." I reached up to caress her breasts. They were, after all, within reach.
She carefully eased up, then down, then smiled and started moving faster. A minute later - "Hey, did you just call me a cunt?"
"Sorry, your CUNT is about as wet as a cunt can be. And feels fantastic."
"Really?" She sounded a little nervous.
"You worried about what that dipshit said?" She nodded. "You feeling OK? No friction? No pain?" She nodded again. I dropped my hands to her hips and pulled her down hard, she moaned as I drove into her. "You ready for a real fuck?" She nodded vigorously.
I shoved her up with my hips, then held her in place and started pumping - no, pounding - her hard. I spoke a word with every thrust. "You. Are. An. AWESOME. FUCK." I paused. "You hear me?" She nodded. "Say it while I fuck you!"
I started pumping again, not as hard but a steady rhythm. "I am (grunt) an awesome (groan) fuck."
"Louder!
"I am an ..ohhh! awesome FUCK"
I started pumping all out. "LOUDER!
"I AM AN AWESOME FUCK! OH GODDDD!"
I came hard, and kept pumping while she bucked against me until I was drained, then stopped and pulled her down into my arms.
"Yes, yes you are."
We spent the rest of the night in bed. Sleeping, I was exhausted. Woke up with the sun shining in the window and rolled over to see her smiling at me. "Great, you didn't run away!"
She laughed. "Why would I leave? Except the snoring, I mean."
"Figured maybe your vision cleared up and you saw what an old fuck I was."
She reached under the covers and gave a tug. "This part seems young enough."
"In a bit, sweetheart. I'm sweaty and nasty and hungry. Let's take a shower and eat first."
"Together?"
"Of course!"
My shower's big, but seemed awfully small - I kept rubbing against her, soaping her tits, and accidentally fingering her for ten minutes or so. Weird. When she came off her third orgasm she was leaning against the wall with her knees shaking.
"Wow! I NEED to lie down again."
"Come on." I pulled her out of the shower and we towelled each other off, then we put on some robes and went out to the living room, where she collapsed onto the couch.
"You hungry now?"
"Very. What do you have?"
I was about to answer when a loud banging started on the front door. What the hell?
I peeked around the blinds. My neighbor Carol was standing there looking furious as usual. Bang bang bang. "Carl! I know you're in there, you pig!" Bang bang bang. Tina looked at me with a "who the hell is that" expression, with some "that better not be your wife!" mixed in. I rolled my eyes from her to the door. "Neighbor. One sec."
Bang bang ban - I opened the door a few inches and looked out. "Good morning, Carol, what can I do for you?"
"What the hell is WRONG with you, Carl, playing your pervy videos so loud last night? You woke my kids up, I had to tell them you were watching a horror movie! What kind of sicko are you? You - "
I opened the door so she could see Tina on the couch. She smiled and gave a little wave.
Carol's eyes got big. "You - you - you pervert! The little tramp is half your age!!"
"Terribly sorry, Carol, I forgot to shut the windows. We'll try to keep it down." I turned to Tina. "Guess I'll have to keep your mouth full this morning." She laughed and nodded. I turned back to Carol. "See? All taken care of."
She looked ready to pop a vein. "You - you - you filthy old pervert!" was the best she could come up with.
"Carol, that is absolutely unfair, I'm middle-aged. Now, we're about to eat breakfast and then engage in various sexual escapades. So unless you'd like to join us for both, I'll have to talk to you later. Bye-bye now." I gently closed the door in her angry face, and listened to her stomp off my porch.
"Now, where were we?"
"Food!"
After some pancakes and bacon, we were ready to take on the world - or at least each other. "So you ready?"
She looked a little nervous. "For a blowjob, maybe. I'm still a little sore from last night."
"I didn't hurt you in the shower, did I?"
"No, your finger was fine, but your, um, .."
"The word is 'cock', Tina"
She blushed a little. "Your cock is a lot bigger than your finger."
I laughed again. "I should hope so! I'd love a blowjob, or I could do you at the same time. You've heard of 69ing, I hope?"
"Of COURSE I know what 69ing is, I'm not COMPLETELY innocent."
"I think after last night, you're pretty much not innocent at all." I waggled my eyebrows at her and she cracked up.
I got down on my back and waved her over. "Hop on for the ride of your life." A minute later she was situated and I started to lick her gently, then a little more vigorously as she started to hump her pussy into my face. She was moaning then gave a disappointed groan when I stopped.
"Why did you stop?"
"Yrm Mpyph nns mptuh."
"What?"
I pushed her hips up a little. "I said 'Your mouth is empty'."
She laughed again. "Oh, sorry, I was distracted." She brought her mouth down on me and showed me how much she appreciated my efforts, and I went back to eating her out. She didn't have much technique, but her enthusiasm made up for it. A few minutes later, she was moaning around my cock, then sucked down my semen as fast as I could pump it out. I rewarded her with another screaming orgasm - sorry, Carol - then dropped my head and lay there for a bit with her collapsed on top of me.
After a few minutes we gathered ourselves and sat on the couch in our robes. Our conversation wandered, eventually it turned to our visit that morning.
"So what's her problem? She seemed really mad, I thought she was going to slap you when you asked her to join us."
"Poor Carol. It's not really her fault. Her parents raised her to think sex was evil - a necessary evil for married folks, but evil - and then she married a selfish jerk."
"Was he abusive?"
"No, but he thought foreplay was a scratchoff lottery ticket, and knew she was there for his pleasure - that's what his church told him. He used to brag about how great her body was, and how he could get hard and screw her in a minute, like that's something to be proud of."
"Poor girl."
"Yeah, Then he knocked up some stripper on a business trip, and divorced Carol a while back. She thinks it's really her fault for not keeping him happy, and is angry about anyone else enjoying sex."
"You seem to know a lot about it."
"She was friends with my ex, before the divorce. By the way, I used to be married."
"I figured. Why'd she leave?"
"Just grew apart. We separated, she moved in with our kid's science teacher, they've got a couple more kids now."
I turned to look at her. "Speaking of school, don't you have classes to get to?"
She snorted. "What are you, my father? And no, no classes on Fridays this term. So I have all day to hang out. But no more sex. Umm - how long will I be sore? Do you know?"
"You'll probably be fine for 'outside play' tomorrow, if I bruised you then you probably want to wait a few days before fucking. About the time the bruises on your hips start to fade."
"WHAT bruises?" She pulled open the robe and examined herself, to find dark handprints emblazoned across her hips and butt.
"Sorry about that, I squeezed a bit hard when ... well, you know when."
She poked herself and flinched a little, then smiled at me. "You're forgiven - but I'll need to borrow some sweatpants when I go home - and make sure I keep covered up at home for a few days. Defintely don't want to explain these to my parents."
We hung out, read our phones, just cuddled for a while until she pulled away a little and turned to me. I turned my head, she was looking intently at me.
"What is it?"
"I don't know - you seem ... different. Like, less in focus, I guess."
"Like I'm not quite as important as I was last night?"
"Well, I guess so. Seems like a terrible thing to say to someone the morning after. You're still nice looking, and..."
"It's time I told you something." My quiet tone obviously concerned her.
"You're not .. sick, are you?"
"No, nothing like that. No HIV, no spouse hiding in the closet, nothing like that. But I haven't completely been fair with you."
She raised her eyebrows . "Just how was last night 'unfair', Carl? It was amazing, Or is sex always that good, and that was just average?"
"Well, it's a bit complicated. You've taken biology, right?" She nodded. "you know what pheromones are, right?"
Another nod. "They're those sex signals animals use..." She trailed off. Then she almost shouted "Did you DOSE me?"
I held my hands up. "No, no, no, nothing like that! It's just that humans have them too. The scientists like to think that they don't matter, that we're 'above' our instincts, but they're wrong. And my body produces a lot more of them than average."
She looked really pissed. "So you MADE we want you? All that was you turning me into your sex toy!?"
"No. NO! It doesn't work like that!" She looked a little less like she was going to kill me. "When I talked to you in the store, what did you feel? Like you were interesting? Important?"
"Well, yes. I mean, I knew you were looking down my top, but that happens all the time. I felt ... desirable, I guess. You saying that you can just make someone feel that way?"
"No. It's just communication. You knew I find you desirable because I DO find you desirable. It works both ways, you knew I wanted you, and I knew that you were lonely and wanted someone who wanted you. It's a feedback thing - if you didn't respond, if you didn't want my attention, I could sweat next to you all day and you'd just wrinkle your nose and move away. If you were devoted to someone else, or just found me unattractive .. nothing. Less than nothing, because you would actively avoid me. Which I hope you don't. It pretty much goes away for a couple of days after I have sex, so this morning was, well, 'scent-free' after our shower."
"This is a lot to unfold. You're saying that women can tell when you want them, and that's why I went with you? Why I sucked you off and fucked you?"
"That's why you NOTICED me. Everything after that was, well, what you expect to happen between a man and a woman when she accepts him. I couldn't make you do anything. And I made sure to keep you above me - in the car, when I ate you out, everything, you were in a position to decide what you wanted. If I were on top - well, pheromones do funny things, I had a date who was terrified to tell me no, and I had no clue until she started crying while she unzipped my pants." I saw the expression on her face. "No, we never had sex, I backed way off, she remembers me as a man who really, REALLY wanted her and took no for an answer. That was right before I figured out the pheromone thing, I just thought I was really lucky with girls."
"So why are you telling me? Why not just keep me in the dark?"
"Because you deserve to know. And because I want you to stay without any secrets."
She sat silently for a bit then stood up and looked down on me.
"How did your wife handle your pheromone stuff? Did she just do whatever you wanted?"
I was surprised, but answered honestly. "Hah! She just knew I was horny all the time, and - surprise - that's not very uncommon. I don't know if she knew how she knew, she would just turn and say 'no' when I started feeling rambunctious. Or 'yes', or 'maybe in the morning', or 'no pie until you do the dishes'. I can assure you, if I could control her, I would have gotten many more blowjobs."
"Pie?"
"Short for 'hairpie', and don't blame me, that's what she called it."
"And the crying girl? What was up with her?"
"Near as I can figure, she was raised in a conservative church that taught women were responsible when men were attracted to them. She knew how horny I was, thought it was her fault, and believed she was obligated to 'relieve' me."
She raised her eyebrows. "And that's it, you didn't go back to try again with her?"
"No. I want a woman who wants me, not one who's scared to tell me no."
She looked down on me for a solid minute, then spoke.
"I can't stay - "
Well, crap. "You want me to call you a cab?"
"- because I need to go grab my books. Got homework this weekend, and I can't let my grades slip just because I've got a boyfriend."
"You're serious?"
"Hurry up and get dressed, I want to be in and out before my parents get home."
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