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Through the whole of fifth year and a bit of sixth year, I remained loyal to my girlfriend, Jenny Hardy. We stuck with each other until Jenny, being a year older than me, went off to University a couple of hundred miles away. We promised to keep in touch, and we did for a few months, but gradually her e-mails, etc, began to tail off, and I realised that she was too involved with her new friends, and gradually I faced the fact that she had probably found someone new at University, and she tearfully admitted it when I asked her outright, so that was the end of that.

At first I was devastated because Jenny was my first love. I’d had plenty of girlfriends before her, and even older women too, but Jenny was the first girlfriend I had, ‘committed,’ to exclusively. After a month or so of moping around, I decided it was time to get back into the dating game again. First of all, I contacted some of the older women, Sarah, Rachel, Jill, Azalea and Molly, etc, who had been my lovers before I had become Jenny’s boyfriend and arranged a few meetings with those who were happy to see me again, and then I spoke to some of my former girlfriends who were in sixth year the same as me, to let them know I was back in circulation. Some of the fifth-year girls had matured nicely in the intervening time I had been with Jenny, and I cast my eye upon a few of them too.

As soon as I started dating the sixth-year girls again, the rumour machine went into overdrive, and word obviously percolated down to the fifth and even fourth year girls that I was, ‘on the market.’ I knew the kind of things they said to each other, having been through it before, and once more girls began to smile at me in the school corridors, and giggle when I went past. For the first month or so I went kinda daft, and seduced just about any girl who was willing, and who caught my eye, and believe me there was quite a few. Far from giving me an unenviable reputation, it seemed to increase my popularity with those I hadn’t yet seduced. I was just thankful for gossiping girls.

Kylie was a bit different from the rest. She looked very, ‘bookish,’ some might even say, ‘nerdy.’ She was a very clever fourth year girl, a straight, ‘A’s,’ student, sixteen years old, but soon to be seventeen, and to look at her you’d never know the hidden depths contained within her slight, willowy frame. The old phrase, ‘she looked so innocent, butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth,’ seemed to be specifically designed for her. She was the kind of girl you’d pass and never notice, and that’s exactly what happened. It took her to approach me before I noticed her.

‘Hey, you,’ she said, ‘you pass me every day in the corridors and never give me a second glance. Am I ugly or something?’ I smiled at her.

‘I’m sorry,’ I protested, taking a good look at her for the first time. She was medium height, mousey brown hair scraped back into a pony-tail, and glasses that dominated her face. Nevertheless, I could see she had rather a nice face, pretty, once you got past the glasses, with beautiful clear peaches and cream skin. Her figure was slim, and I could see she had lovely legs; slim, but shapely. ‘No, you’re certainly not ugly, very pretty as a matter of fact,’ I assured her. She smiled now.

‘I just get fed up of being ignored, just because I maybe don’t look as sexy as some of the other girls,’ she explained.

‘Well, I’m not ignoring you now, and I can honestly say I find you very attractive, and, if you don’t mind me saying so, very sexy too. Maybe it’s the other girls who are a bit more obvious who catch the eye, but you have a lot going for you too, so don’t run yourself down.’ She smiled at me again, showing beautiful even teeth.

‘So, we could be friends, maybe hang out a little bit, or would you be ashamed to be seen with me?’ she asked. I could see she was nervous.

‘You know what they’ll say about you if you hang about with me, don’t you?’ I warned her.

‘I don’t mind what they say,’ she said, suddenly overcome with shyness, adding, ‘as long as it’s true.’ She looked down at her feet then, waiting for me to pass the verdict, a slight flush on her cheeks. She’d virtually offered herself to me, how could I possibly turn her down and hurt her feelings, and besides, the more I talked to her, the more I could see how pretty she really was, and the more I liked her.

‘Why don’t you come round to my house tonight?’ I suggested, giving her the address, and to my surprise, she agreed, and sure enough, promptly at seven, the doorbell rang.

I opened the door, and hardly recognised her. The glasses were gone, her hair hung loose, and she was wearing just a touch of make-up, nothing too heavy. She wore a casual T-shirt and a short skirt, bare legs, and high heel shoes.

‘Wow, you look great,’ I said as I asked her in, and she positively beamed at me.

‘Do you really mean it?’ she asked, uncertain.

‘Of course I do, you’re so pretty. Maybe I can prove it,’ I said, taking her into my arms and kissing her gently. kurtköy olgun escort She kissed me back, tentatively, shyly, then growing more confident as the kiss went on. When I let her go she was quite breathless, but I didn’t give her time to get over it, I kissed her again, and she liked that even better. ‘I’m glad you spoke to me today,’ I said eventually, ‘really glad.’ She blushed again, and so I kissed her again, this time running my hands up under her T-shirt, feeling the lovely smooth skin of her back, and it was just skin, no bra straps. She shivered with what I hoped was pleasure, and so I continued for quite some time, letting my hands stray onto her sides, but not touching her boobs at all, teasing her a little so that when I did touch her, she would be ready for me.

‘That feels so nice,’ she whispered to me, between one kiss and the next, and so taking her hand I led her upstairs. We sat on the edge of the bed, and resumed kissing, and this time when I slipped my hand under her T-shirt it was her breasts I caressed. They were small, but very firm, with lovely big nipples, and she shivered with pleasure as I massaged them gently. Her nipples grew hard as I pinched them lightly, brushing them with my thumb, making them harder still. She moaned a little, and I pushed her top higher, revealing her perfect titties to my gaze. ‘They’re too small,’ she whispered apologetically.

‘No, you’re wrong,’ I told her. ‘They’re absolutely perfect,’ and they were. I kissed them and licked her nipples and areola, sucking the nipples, making them stand out even more, as she pulled the T-shirt over her head and off. I pushed her back on the bed then and lay beside her, caressing the smooth skin of her legs as I sucked her nipples. Her legs were slightly apart, and I stroked and massaged the insides of her thighs. Her legs opened wider, letting me know she had no objection to what was happening, and looking down, I pulled her skirt higher, revealing tiny, skimpy panties that barely cover her pussy. She clung to me tighter then, her head against my chest as I let my hand stray over the thin material. She moaned out loud, and I continued for a moment or two, hearing her breathing go completely out of control, seeing her legs open wider. When my fingers dipped below the panties and actually touched her most intimate of places she let out a long shuddering moan of pleasure. I stroked around her labia, and circled her clitoris building her up to bursting point. Even without my fingertips penetrating her, I could feel how wet she was, and when I finally stroked a finger between her labia, she peeled apart, engulfing my fingers with her slippery secretions. She pushed against my fingers, moaning more loudly now.

‘Oh please, please,’ she whispered. I led her hand to my trousers, letting her feel my hardness, and then helped her open my trousers up and pull them down off my legs. She looked at my cock then. ‘Oh god, I’ll never manage that, will it hurt?’ she asked me quietly. I shook my head.

‘No, we’ll do it slowly, and if it hurts, we’ll stop. Just you let me know,’ I assured her, and she nodded in agreement. Rather than give her more time to think about it, I pulled off her panties, and poised myself above her, and within seconds began to push myself into her beautiful little pussy. She spread her legs eagerly, pushing up to meet me, and bit by careful bit, I pushed into her delightful virgin cunt. She shivered and moaned a lot, but gamely pushed against me until I was well into her, stretching the juicy labia, hearing her moan with pleasure as I sank deeper until she managed to take it all.

‘Oh god, I’m going to burst,’ she whimpered. I offered to pull out, ‘don’t you dare,’ she hissed, ‘I want it. Just be gentle with me to start with. It hurts a little, but it feels wonderful too,’ and as if to show she meant business, she pushed against me, then pulled her hips back a little, then pushed harder again, fucking me gently. Encouraged by her, I started to move within her, sliding in and out of the gloriously wet pussy. Her eyes closed and she concentrated on the sensation of being fucked, the feel of my cock splitting her pretty little cunt lips apart, the filling and stretching, the waves of sensation emanating from her hot core. Soon she was calling my name, telling me how wonderful she felt, how wonderful I was, and then she began to move faster, helpless to stop herself as her orgasm began to build higher and higher. She’d forgotten about any pain and discomfort as the pleasure overcame her and now she was really fucking me, frantically pushing herself against me, almost sobbing with happiness as I pounded into her. Suddenly I felt her go stiff, holding her breath, as the orgasm ripped through her, and then all hell broke loose as she screamed, and scratched me, wrapping her legs round me, trying to pull me in, imprison me in her velvet pussy. She was laughing, moaning and screaming with pleasure all at the same time. Bit by bit tuzla escort she gradually calmed down, breathing more normally. She opened her eyes, smiling at me and kissed me.

‘You really are as good as they say,’ she whispered, ‘but I never dreamed it would be like that, never.’

‘It was you sweetheart, I just helped you get there, but you’re such a damned sexy woman in the first place. That was incredible. Probably the best first fuck ever.’

‘Really, the first; does that mean you want to do it with me again sometime?’ she asked.

‘You bet,’ I told her adding, ‘How about right now?’ and still hard, I began to move inside her. She nodded her head vigorously.

‘Oh yes please, do it again, please.’ She was already responding, and I was slipping in and out of her slippery wetness with remarkable ease. She came even quicker the second time, but this time I pulled out, as she came down from her climax, lying beside her. Her hand inevitably strayed to my groin, and finding me still hard, she slipped down the bed and licked and sucked me, taking me in her mouth, rubbing her hand up and down my length, until I could stand it no more and shot my come into her mouth. She tried to swallow it, but a fair bit escaped and ran down her chin onto her perfect titties. I pulled her up the bed again into my arms, where we lay together for some time. Eventually of course we had to wind things up. My mother would soon be home from her evening job and finding me with a naked girl was not on the agenda.

The next morning, she was waiting by the school gate to greet me, kissing me on the cheek, and I gave her a hug, and kissed her mouth, a proper kiss, not just a peck, right there in front of school. Normally I was very discreet, but she wanted to be seen with me, because she wanted everybody to stop thinking of her as a, ‘goody two shoes,’ as she put it. It worked, because by lunchtime, it was all round the school that she had been with me the night before. My refusal to speak about it contributed to the mystery, and her mild hints about it to her friends just added to the gossip frenzy. However, that wasn’t the end of it. I liked her a lot and we met on a regular basis until it was time for me to leave home and go to university.

* * *

The first week at University was pretty hectic, getting settled into halls of residence, registering for my various classes, buying text-books, finding my way about the campus to the various lecture theatres, etc. Soon, however, I settled into the routine, and began to look around for a part time job to boost my finances. There didn’t seem to be a hell of a lot, but I managed to get a job as a barman at a local club. It was hard work, long hours on minimum wage, but then one night a couple of weeks after I had started the barman job, something happened that changed my fortunes.

We had a hen party booked in, twenty or thirty women, celebrating the imminent marriage of one of their friends. They were making a lot of noise, but it was all good-natured girly fun, until suddenly there was a series of screams, and everything stopped as we watched a policeman, ‘arrest,’ the bride to be. Within a few seconds we realised we were seeing a male stripper as he went through his act, using her as a foil for his routine as he stripped off, being sexy, but within reason. However, that wasn’t good enough for the women, and they insisted he remove his g-string to show his, ‘willie,’ as they put it. Rather than being torn to pieces he complied with their request, but it was noticeable to me that quite a few of them wanted to have a feel of the goods. When he finished, he gathered up his costume and went to the small, and I mean very small room that passed as a dressing room to get dressed, and again I noticed that two or three of them hung about outside the room where he was getting dressed, and made it obvious that they were quite amenable to a bit more touching. Before he left I asked him if it was really worth all the bother and he grinned at me.

‘Fuck yes, all these women desperate to be shagged, and good money too. Sometimes they just want to give you a blow-job. For a young, single guy, it’s the best job in the world mate.’ I asked him if he had a business card, and he gave me one for the agency he worked with. First thing on Monday I phoned and made inquiries about it, and later that afternoon went into the agency for an interview. Their office was in a bright new modern building, not the sleazy back street kind of operation I had been expecting, and it turned out to be a model agency as well as an agency for strippo-grams and such like. The woman who ran it invited me into her office. She was very impressive, a former model herself I learned later, but at that point she was just a tall, black haired, beautiful older woman in a smart black business suit, who looked damned sexy. When I say older woman, I mean about thirty-five, so not that old, and young enough for me to get a hard on when she sat down and crossed pendik escort those long smooth legs, her skirt hiking up to show a fair expanse of bare, tanned thigh.

‘I’m Julia Anderson,’ she said in a well-modulated voice, which made me harder still. ‘You want to know about being a stripper?’ she stated, rather than asked. I nodded.

‘That’s right I’m a student and need some extra money. I’m working in a bar at the moment, and I saw one of your guys on Saturday night, which gave me the idea. It must be better than working in a bar,’ I finished.

‘Well, I have to say you’re certainly a good-looking young guy, the proverbial tall, dark, and handsome, and you seem to have a good physique, but how old are you?’ I told her I was nineteen and showed her my passport; she seemed satisfied. ‘Okay, you realise that this job entails nudity, sometimes you keep your g-string on, sometimes it’s going to be total nudity. Are you prepared to do that, because shyness is a no, no in this job?’ I told her that I knew what was involved. She took a few notes, chest measurements, height, hair colour, etc. ‘We’ll need to get a decent photo taken, the cost of that will come off your first few jobs,’ she told me, ‘but right now I want to see what you look like with your clothes off.’ She said it matter of factly, but I couldn’t help but get even more excited as I began to strip off for her. As I undressed she said, ‘I realise it can be quite nerve wracking taking off your clothes in front of a stranger, so I don’t expect you to get an erection or anything like that.’

‘I don’t think that’s going to be a problem Julia. You’re such a beautiful woman; I can’t help but get an erection. No offense intended,’ I finished. She smiled but said nothing, just watched me get undressed. As I stripped, I got closer and closer to her, until as I stepped out of my underpants I was no more than two feet away from her. As I straightened up and she got a good look at my cock, her eyes opened wider with surprise, and her jaw dropped. She gulped.

‘Oh my god,’ she whispered, smiling, almost laughing. She covered her mouth with her hand. ‘Oh my god,’ she said again. ‘Is that fucking thing real?’ I stepped closer, really close, to give her a good look.

‘Feeling is believing Julia,’ I said, joking, but hoping all the same. She looked up at me, her dark eyes wide, and one beautifully manicured hand reached out and felt along my length. She nodded as if saying to herself, ‘yes that’s for real okay.’

‘Or as the Americans would say, “suck it and see,” Julia,’ I tempted her. I didn’t expect her to do any such thing, but to my amazement she leaned forward and sucked me into her beautiful mouth. ‘What a great start to my life as a stripper,’ I thought, as she rubbed my cock and sucked my knob. I leaned over her and unfastened her suit jacket, she let me strip it off her shoulders and unfasten her bra. Her tits were great, generous, but not big enough to be saggy, huge areola and big nipples too. I pulled her to her feet, into my arms, and pulled her skirt up to her waist, slipping my hand between her legs, and into her panties. She was just beginning to get wet, but my fingers slipping between her cunt lips soon had her lubricating freely. Pushing back against the desk she spread her legs and I was in her in seconds. It all happened really fast, we never even took the time to remove her panties, but now I slowed down, to make sure I gave her a good seeing to. No wham bam thank you ma’am stuff for me. If a job is worth doing, it’s worth doing well as the old cliché goes, and I thought Julia was a woman who was worth doing well. After all, she was going to be my boss in the very near future. I needn’t have worried, for Julia was a highly sexed woman, responsive to every thrust of my cock and my hand and mouth on her breasts. She whimpered and moaned with pleasure as I sank my cock into her shaven treasure, plunging again and again, reaching her furthermost depths. She kissed me deeply and passionately, whispering encouragement in my ear, telling me what a lovely big cock I had and telling me to fuck her hard. I did my best to oblige, hammering into her until she came, still begging me to fuck her. I did, but when she came I kept on going, like a train overshooting the platform. Despite her mild protests I kept at it, and she had no alternative but to come right along with me, building up to another orgasm. It was my turn to tell her how beautiful she was and what a lovely pussy she had, and how I loved it sucking my cock, and she became quite frantic as I plunged into her wet hole. She arched her back, pushing hard against me, and I knew she was on the verge of coming again. I was about to come too and just relaxed into it, letting go and filling her lovely pussy with my come. At the same time, she screamed, grinding herself desperately against me, searching for that last bit of sensation. Milking it for every last tremor of pleasure. Finally, I stood back from her, letting my softening cock withdraw, and seeing my come dribble from her pussy hole. She walked round the desk, dripping and dribbling come with every step and got some tissues from a drawer. Taking off her saturated panties, she wiped herself clean and gave me some too. We embraced, and kissed once more, before getting dressed again.

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