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Pam and I had been dating for about three months when it all began. But, let me step back a bit to provide some background.

My name is Peter McPherson. I am currently married to Pam, so the story obviously has a happy ending. We have two wonderful kids. Katie, our oldest, is a twenty-year-old knockout university student who rivals her mom in beauty and all-around sexiness. Sandy-blond haired like her dad, with toned, lithe curves on a five-foot-six frame and the brightest mind you could hope to find, Katie is forthright, honest, extremely loyal and a joy to be around. Then there is Jake, our eighteen-year-old athlete and scholar with a head screwed on so straight he often seems much older and wiser than one would expect of someone of his years. He typically hangs out at home in just shorts, and while I have tried hard to stay in shape there is no hope for a forty something like me to compare to his six-foot tall muscled body, sleek limbs and rippling, flat stomach. A finer daughter and son we couldn't even imagine.

My wife Pam was, is and always shall be the love of my life for so many reasons. To me she looks exactly as she did when we met in high school. She dresses very simply being fond of jeans, cotton tops, comfy sweaters and the like. If given the chance she will don a pair of sweatpants, even in the height of summer. Thick, wavy auburn hair worn to the shoulder frames her oval face featuring crystalline, soul-mirror emerald eyes. Her body is lush and alluring, even now after two kids. She has large, soft breasts the cup size of which I don't know because I've never cared nor asked. Her five-foot-six, classic hour-glass shaped figure has left me drooling for over two decades.

For myself, I am a fairly successful small business owner. What I do is unimportant for the story, other than it has allowed my family to live in relative comfort. I stand a bit over six-foot-two, and there is no way I am going to state my weight, but my stomach has remained mostly flat. I fight the daily battle against middle age spread, thus far avoiding the spare-tire around my mid-section. My work is mostly office and computer based, so I have to exercise a ton to keep ahead of the aging process. I am in the lead, so far.

Our family has been fortunate enough to have spent a very happy life together. Sure, we've had problems and troubles, but we've always worked through them together, coming out the other side stronger and closer.

The past few days have seen a pretty significant change in our family dynamic. On Friday afternoon, while Jake and I were hanging out by the pool, he asked me how I lost my virginity. Instead of the actual story, I told him about my first time with his mom. Both stories are arguably just as potentially weird and shocking, but I chose the story of how I first has sex with Pam. Why I chose that day and time to tell the salacious tale I can't say for certain. Maybe it was the heat. Maybe it was the Magic Cock, as Pam's dad had labeled it. While I have never truly believed in the legend that my dick has magical properties, Pam, and her dad, swear by it. I must admit that I had noticed Jake sneaking peeks at the bulge in my swim trunks on more than one occasion that day. I really don't know. But, tell him I did. Events began happening quickly in our family after that. But, that was the first story. This story is the one I told my son about how I lost my virginity, even though I wasn't a virgin when it happened. This story gave Jake a such an aching hard-on that steamy summer day, that I had to suck his hard cock until he emptied a huge load of teenaged semen in my mouth. Twice.

So, let's get started.

I pulled up to Pam's house at around six o'clock the evening of the Homecoming football game and dance. I was lucky I wasn't walking. The previous Spring, I was fortunate in landing a job at a local-owned car repair shop. I was always good at tearing things apart and putting them back together; partly because I liked it and partly because my Uncle Dave was the same way and he taught me a bunch of stuff. I loved learning how things worked, so that drive of mine and my learned skills helped impress the man who owned the place. Working at the car repair business opened the opportunity for me to save some money so I could later buy an old, dysfunctional and, most importantly, cheap car to fix up. The Homecoming date was the first one that I felt my car was worthy of Pam. Everything worked; it was painted and clean. It even smelled nice. Not new-car-smell nice, I would have had to replace all the carpeting, linings and upholstery to come even close to that wonderful fragrance, but it smelled nice just the same. Very piney, I would say.

I walked up to Pam's unassuming two-story home and tapped on the door. We'd been dating for a few months so I wasn't really nervous, but it was a bit different being in one of my dad's old suits since this was our first formal dance. I had the corsage cupped protectively in my hands, that actually were, come to remember it, a bit moist.

Mr. Tarrant answered the door with his typical even keeled attitude. All eighteen-year-old boys are nervous meeting their girlfriend's dad, which was true for me when I first met Mr. Tarrant. Typically, however, the unease would diminish over time, but with Pam's dad, it was different. He showed little to no emotion. He wasn't robotic, just very subdued, very business-like. I had never been able to get a handle on him. Did he like me. Was he going to murder me for molesting his daughter. I never could tell.

He ushered me in through the entry way to the open family room and kitchen. I said hello to Mrs. Tarrant.

"Oh, don't you look handsome Peter!" she gushed. Mrs. Tarrant is an exuberant, shapely soccer-mom type. "We'll have to take so many pictures! I'll go check on Pam." She added scurrying upstairs.

She was probably an inch shorter than Pam with around ten pounds more weight. She carried the extra bulk age had gifted her well, though. Her figure was full, just the right amount of full. There was a great deal of jiggle with Mrs. Tarrant especially at that moment as I pretended not to watch her ass undulating nicely as she ascended the stairs. It might have moved south over the years, but it was still very inviting.

I steeled myself for the inevitable awkwardness of waiting alone with Mr. Tarrant when he shocked me with: "Peter, can I have a word with you in my office?"

Electric, confused fear flowed down my spine. Was he going to kill me. Was he going to give me life advice. Who knew.

"Uh, sure," I said almost like a question.

"Come along, then," he said.

I followed Mr. Tarrant out through a sliding glass door onto a raised deck leading down to their pool. We crossed the pool deck out to the back lawn where a shed-sized cottage, for the lack of a better word, stood. Mr. Tarrant held the door for me as I stepped into what really was an office. The majority of the space was taken up by a large desk with a chair and credenza behind it. In front of the desk were two padded chairs. Along one side of the one-room little house was a counter with a sink, a small dish-washer and a mini-fridge. Along the other was a soft-worn sofa of rich leather. The office was cozy, a word I'd heretofore not associated with Pam's dad.

Mr. Tarrant indicated one of the chairs as he moved behind the desk and sat.

I was a little over six-foot tall at the time. Mr. Tarrant couldn't have been any taller, in fact he might have been a bit shorter, but he was an intimidating man. He was broad shouldered, muscled and firm. Pam had told me he worked in construction as a project manager, not a tradesman, but apparently there was enough physical labor in the work that left him quite bulked-up. While I might be a bit taller, he had probably twenty pounds of hard muscle on me. I meekly sat trying not to visibly sweat.

"So, Pete, I can tell you like my daughter quite a bit," he said.

Again, with Mr. Tarrant it was difficult to tell emotions or what he wanted. Was that a question or just a statement.

"Uh, yes," I said to simply fill the silence he left by not say anything further. "Very much," I added.

"Yes," he said.

The silence descended again. I just let it lay there since I had nothing to go on.

"Yes, I thought so."

Mr. Tarrant then launched into the longest string of words I had ever heard from him: "You seem a good lad, Peter. Pamela has nothing but good things to say about you; even the secrets she tells her mother that she thinks I don't hear. She is quite taken with you. For your part, you seem to have been a gentleman with her for the most part."

Yeah, yeah, we've kissed a lot, with a lot of tongue. There had been petting that had driven me crazy, but the petting did progress to the first fumbling hand-jobs and furtive pussy fingering. I had the wonderful experience of feeling Pam's firm, warm, soft breast in my hand while her supple nipple hardened in my palm. Sadly, I'd never actually seen her tits or pussy clearly. All these sweaty, teenaged shenanigans happened in the darkened backseat of my mom's car. I was honestly hoping that tonight would maybe move things along. I also came to the realization that Mr. Tarrant used long pauses like punctuation.

"I can only assume, given your age, that you are mostly likely at the point where you want to advance the relationship" Mr. Tarrant comma "physically."

I tried not to, but I'm pretty sure my eyes widened. Did he just read my mind!

"There's no need to protest. I was eighteen once. My daughter is also eighteen with the same hormonal excitement. I understand. However, she is still a virgin, and I don't think she is emotionally ready for a sexual relationship. So, I would like your word that you will not pursue any sexual activities with my daughter at this time," he stated as if I was his employee or we were signing a contract. His countenance exuded righteousness without a thought there would be disagreement.

Apologies for the abrupt narrative shift, but my back-story is not wonderful. It's not super tragic, but it's not great. My dad died when I was nine. My mom had to be both parents for me which took a toll on her. By the time I was thirteen, we were taking care of each other. My mom never dealt with her grief sufficiently, and I feel somewhat responsible for that. I know rationally that's not right, but it didn't change the pain in my heart.

In any case, my life has taught me to believe in myself, help those I love and do the best I can. I believe in honesty and integrity as values, not words. So, I wasn't going to lie to Mr. Tarrant. He was straight with me. I owed him the same.

"I understand what you're saying, Mr. Tarrant," I said looking him straight in the eye. "But, I can't promise that. As you say, I'm eighteen. I don't want to become a liar because my hormones overpower a promise. So, it's best not to promise."

Mr. Tarrant stared at me. Again, not maliciously or benignly. He just stared at me. I thought I detected a slight nod of approval. No, that wasn't possible. Was it.

"I would never do anything to hurt Pam, though," I added because, well, he wasn't talking goddammit! "I can promise that. And, I will only treat her with respect. And, I would never make her do something she didn't want to do. And (why was I starting all my sentences with 'And'!), I'll always use protection. (What was I saying! Just stop!) And, I'll never..."

Mr. Tarrant held up a hand. I finally stopped babbling.

"Thank you for being honest with me Peter," he sighed. "I still ask that you use as much restraint as possible. She is young, with her whole life in front of her, and I worry about... I worry about her passions. Pam is, well, she is her mother's daughter. There are passions there..."

He trailed off wistfully as if remembering the passions of Mrs. Tarrant, that jubilant, full-figured earth-goddess.

Then a horrifying thing happened: I started to get hard. I swear to God! The vision of the cute Mrs. Tarrant who was always so bubbly, not to mention her nice big tits and luscious ass, afire with passions. In my mind, poof! She was naked while crooking a finger at me to proverbially come hither! Then right next to her was Pam, with all that same assets except a little taller, younger and tighter! All this talk about eighteen-year-old hormones, passions and a mom-daughter double-team in my head had me sporting an impressive boner in no time. At eighteen I had achieved my full cock. It was formidable at about eight inches.

Ahem, ok, it was eight and a quarter inches long fully hard, like when I was really stroking it and about to cum. Yeah, I measured it; quite often. It was also thick. It never occurred to me measure it around because I didn't know girth was a thing back then.

Mr. Tarrant stood up extending his hand, presumably for me to shake. I was terrified; what was I going to do! I just sat there pitifully staring at his hand. I reached up and shook hands from my seated position.

Mr. Tarrant stared quizzically down at me. I offered the briefest watery smile. I felt like such a fool. I disengaged the handshake letting my hand fall into my lap to further conceal my erection as it increased in intensity. It was throbbing at this point. I couldn't control it.

A surprised look of realization crawled across Mr. Tarrant's face. It was the most emotion... check that, it was the only emotion I had seen him portray. However, it all changed in that instant with Mr. Tarrant abandoning his stoic façade. He chuckled.

"You have a hard-on right now, don't you?"

I nodded disgustedly.

"Well, you can't sit there forever," he chided. "Go on, stand up. Walk it off before we go back inside."

I sighed and stood up. My cock was clearly outlined in my light-colored suit pants. The bulge was prominent, and as I said, I have a big, fat dick.

"Oh. Oh, my," Mr. Tarrant said when he saw the outline of my erection.

"Sorry," I offered.

Mr. Tarrant couldn't take his eyes of the bulge in my pants.

"No need to apologize. Like I said, I was eighteen once," he said still eyeing my engorged cock.

I think he liked what he was seeing which made me get harder. Was I turning Mr. Tarrant on.

"I don't think we can go back in the house with you like that," he remarked with an insufferable smirk.

Not sure I liked the new, emoting Mr. Tarrant, I thought sardonically, so I just shrugged. I had never been so embarrassed.

"Do you think it will go down? Or do you need to, you know, take care of it?" he asked. He still hadn't torn his eyes away from my crotch.

"What?" I asked incredulously. "Like, here? Now?"

"Well, I'm certainly not letting you go out with my daughter with your dick like that." He thought for a second, seemed to shake his head a bit and said, "Tell you what: new deal. I'll help you take care of that, and then you won't have all that pent up sexual energy when you're out with Pam."

My brain was swirling. "What? What do you mean, help me?" I asked.

"Oh, Peter, stop being obtuse. I will relieve you... of your, you know, your over excitement. And, then you will not take advantage of my daughter," he stated as a matter of fact which really sounded like he had just convinced himself of something, not me.

"But," I said confused, "I'm not gay."

"Neither am I," Mr. Tarrant replied. "But, I'm willing help my daughter." After a pause, he added: "And you."

He sounded so sincere; he really did want to help me. The situation was so abrupt, weird and, God help me, my cock was so hard. I gave a weak shrug and mumbled, "Ok." because, I honestly didn't know what else to say.

Mr. Tarrant walked over putting his left hand on my shoulder with a little squeeze.

"Peter, relax," he said smiling at me as his right hand gripped my aching cock.

I almost came immediately. His hand felt so good, and oddly calming, but it was his fatherly smile that caused me to let my guard down. After months of stoic Mr. Tarrant, I felt like we were really connecting; in the most unimaginable way possible, but we were still connecting.

He deftly unbuckled my belt, undid my suit pants button and slipped my zipper down. He lowered both my suit pans and boxer shorts at the same time freeing my throbbing cock. I moaned appreciatively. With no ceremony and what felt like urgency, Mr. Tarrant sank to his knees, grabbed my cock smearing the pre-cum oozing from my piss slit over my pulsing dickhead and shaft. I sank down, back into the chair as I didn't trust my legs.

Mr. Tarrant adjusted by scooting up closer to me as he began fisting my thick meat. My pre-cum was quickly spread too thin becoming sticky rather than slick. Mr. Tarrant noticed this too causing him to do the most natural thing: he swallowed my cock. He got about half of the fat pole into his mouth on the first try.

"Holy fuck!" was all I could say.

His mouth felt wonderful, so hot and wet against my hardness. He pressed down harder, deeper on my cock until he choked on it. I was a worried that something bad had happened, but Mr. Tarrant didn't miss a beat. He just slid his salivating mouth back to my throbbing, red crown as saliva flooded down my shaft. He wrapped a hand around the base to pump me again as he sucked on my cockhead and about four inches of the shaft which seem the most comfortable for him.

"Fuck, Mr. Tarrant, you mouth feels amazing!" I moaned out while I involuntarily started to thrust my veiny, enflamed cock into his mouth.

Mr. Tarrant just smiled around my meat redoubling his oral efforts. He took another inch of my spit covered cock deeper in his mouth, and I could feel my pulsing glans push against his throat just as he started to hum. Well, not actually hum; it was more like he was moaning on my dick. It dawned on me: he was enjoying this! He liked stuffing my cock into his mouth!

Emboldened, I grabbed the back of his head and started to face-fuck him. I couldn't help it. I could feel the cum boiling in my balls. I was jabbing my raging prick into his mouth like I was fucking a cock-slut whore. My dick began to swell even more as I assaulted his throat. Mr. Tarrant was gagging on each thrust of my enormous fuck-pole into his throat causing long strands of his saliva to leak from his abused mouth down onto his shirt. I was beyond control fucking this man's mouth until I lost control and my cock-juice started to flow.

"Oh, goddamn! I'm going to cum Mr. Tarrant. Do you have a rag or something to...?" I started.

Mr. Tarrant raised his non-cock pumping hand to my chest pushing me back while he once again gagged himself on my big, fat prick trying to take all of it into his suctioning mouth and clenching throat.

I couldn't take any more. Holding the sides of his head I unleashed a torrent of cum; thick, pearly teen-boy cum.

I probably should have been stronger in my warning given that more than three month ago, Dr. Jenkins had diagnosed me with Hugecumloadiness. Kidding, but I had been complaining of discomfort in my balls. Dr. Jenkins nodded once, and jacked me off. Unusual, but effective. He whistled appreciatively as I pumped out a huge amount of cum, just under two tablespoons, or around thirty-cc of semen. That amount was apparently unusual and well above average. One week later, Dr. Jenkins had me come back for another appointment where he watched his nurse, Karen, suck almost thirty-four-cc, or two full tablespoons, of hot cum from me. I still think that was an inflated amount given her added spit. So, we did it again every week for almost two months, or really until Karen got engaged. In any case, I apparently cum a lot. Like I've said before, I'm a cum-freak of nature. Karen, by the way, never went through with her wedding. Oddly, she called me many times, but I was dating Pam by that time.

Anyway, back to Mr. Tarrant's cum-sucking mouth: my first shot he took in his mouth but it must have startled him by either force, volume or taste because he pulled off but kept jacking me. He swallowed my first offering as the second splashed on his lips dribbling down his chin onto his shirt. He jammed my cock back into his mouth taking the rest of my load like a practiced cocksucker. The next five or six squirts he just drank down as best he could, but as stated above, I come a lot. So, if this was Mr. Tarrant's first cock sucking, he was getting a harsh initiation as my cum was gushing across his tongue filling his already spunk coated mouth. He was drinking most of it, but some was leaking out of his mouth coating his cheeks and chin. Well, I say harsh but Mr. Tarrant was lapping up my sperm like he was addicted to it. I mean, he was really into it. Once I had stopped unloading in his mouth he went on cleaning my cock of any semen remains, licking stray globs off my abdomen and slurping up a bunch that had pooled on my balls."Fuck me, Mr. Tarrant," I panted. "That was an amazing blowjob! Thank you! That was awesome."

"I have to say, you have..." Mr. Tarrant searched for words as he continued to lethargically stroke my wilting shaft. "...an amazing cock, Peter. I can't explain it. I've never done anything like this before, but your cock... Peter, your cock is fantastic."

And so, the legend of the Magic Cock was born.

"Thanks," I said, spent.

"Well, I think you are presentable. Why don't you zip up and head in. The girls are probably starting to wonder what happened to us. I need to, um, clean up a bit in the sink. I'll be in later."

"Ok," I said happily. I really liked Mr. Tarrant now that he had given me a mind-altering blowjob out of nowhere (I think that's probably true of most people who suck one's cock. You tend to like them more.) I think the sexiest thing was that neither of us were in any way gay. He just helped me out, and we both enjoyed it. It was then I noticed Mr. Tarrant's own bulge. I felt guilty.

"Mr. Tarrant, do you need me to..." I said gesturing to the outline of his hard dick.

"No, Peter. Thank you, but you've got a dance to go to, and I have Mrs. Tarrant alone for the next few hours. I will be fine," he explained smiling.

"Ok. Thanks again, Mr. Tarrant!" I said in parting.

"You're welcome Peter," he said with a grin. "If things get too exciting for you tonight and you're worried that you can't control yourself, know that I will suck your fat cock again when you bring Pam home from the dance."

Wow! That was nice; unnecessary, but nice.

I wandered back into the house. The next hour or so was kind of a blur. Mrs. Tarrant did take a horde of pictures though, and Mr. Tarrant did finally join us fresh faced wearing a different shirt. Neither Pam nor her mom seemed to notice his change of attire. After the assault on my pupils from the continuous flashes of Mrs. Tarrant's camera, Pam and I piled into my car and drove off to the Homecoming game and dance.

Pam and I had a great time that night. We spent our time with friends dancing and just goofing off. It was a fun, better than I thought it would be since I'm not one for dances. The best thing was that Pam and I really connected. I think Mr. Tarrant actually did help, because I spent the night emotionally investing in Pam rather than trying to get in her panties. She responded very positively with extreme tenderness, intimacy and, dare I say, love? I do dare. That night, I did fall in love with Pam; head-over-heels, forever kind of love. Two days later Pam said it was the same for her.

When we left the dance, around eleven o'clock that night, Pam was being very loving and amorous asking if we could go park. I'm not sure if parking is still a thing with the younger generations outside of rural areas given urban and sub-urban sprawl; there may not actually be places to park. For our crowd and time, parking simply meant one parked their car in an isolated spot to enjoy intimate activities since teenagers found it impossible to find privacy anywhere else. Pam and I had our favorite place which was at the end of a cul-de-sac in an unfinished sub-division. We spent an hour kissing deeply and exploring each other's body. I think Pam would've been fine with me taking her that night, but it didn't feel right for her to give up her virginity in the back seat of a car, not to mention what had happened with her dad earlier. I wanted to make her first time more special than that, because I was convinced that I would be her first.

So, before it became too heated, I mentioned we should probably be getting her home. My abstinence mildly surprised her, but she gave me one last, long lingering kiss, buttoned up her shirt and metaphorically said "Home, James!" with a wave of her hand.

I was walking her up to her door to give her a kiss good night kiss when the front door was opened by her dad. Pam sighed.

"How was Homecoming?" he asked, more animated than I had ever heard him before. This was the new Mr. Tarrant. I guess having your daughter's boyfriend cum in your mouth changes a guy.

"It was nice, Daddy. A lot of fun."

"It was a wonderful time, Mr. Tarrant," I added.

"Good, good," he rushed. He might have been animated, but he wasn't that interested. "Why don't you go tell your mother all about it, and I'll see Peter off."

"Um, ok," Pam replied, confused. She gave me a peck on the cheek saying, "'Night Pete. And, thanks. I had a great time," before disappearing into the house.

Mr. Tarrant unabashedly inspected my groin. I swear, he seemed disappointed that my cock wasn't hard.

"Is everything in order, Peter?" he asked.

"Yes, sir! Really. We had a great time, and nothing more than good, clean American kissing!" I replied with a big smile.

"Thank you, Peter. You are a good, clean American young man!" he lightly mocked. "So, is there anything you need from me?" Again, I would bet anything that he sounded excited.

"Thank you, Mr. Tarrant, but I'm ok. Good night!" I said turning back towards my car.

"Good night, Peter," Mr. Tarrant said behind me without any doubt disappointed.

I actually felt kind of bad, but I had other obligations so I drove home.

The next day I woke up surprisingly early. I bounded out of bed feeling great; energized and full of anticipation. I wasn't anticipating anything in particular, I was just generally happy. A lot of things were looking up. My mom was doing so much better now, Pam and I seemed to have grown super close, and while I was blushing simply thinking about it, my encounter with Pam's dad was so naughtily arousing.

I stripped and padded down to the bathroom with my cock semi-hard and swaying. I seemed to be semi-hard all the time lately. I thought about maybe jacking off in the shower, but as much as I wanted to, I decided to save my load since there seemed to be more and more avenues for sex opening up to me.

While I was drying off after my shower the phone rang. I heard the ring stop and then low murmuring as Mom answered it down in the kitchen.

"Peter!" my mother called out. "Telephone!"

"I'll get it up here!" I hollered back. I wrapped the towel around me and scampered back to my room where I picked up the phone and said: "I got it Mom. Hello?"

If you're wondering why any of this stuff is happening with the phone, you may be too young to be reading this story.

"Hi sweetie!" Pam cooed on the other end. "What are you doing?"

"I just got out of the shower, so I'm naked and dripping in my room," I said coquettishly; if a guy can be a coquette which I'm pretty sure he can't.

"Well, I didn't just get out of the shower," she countered, "but I'm all wet too." And, that is why girls make better coquettes.

I laughed. "Stop! You're gonna get me all excited."

"Is that a bad thing?" she asked.

"It is when I have to explain the bulge in my pants to my mom!" I responded.

"Very funny," she said. "What are you up to today?"

"I have to work this morning until noon, but I'm free after that."

"You want to catch a movie or something this afternoon? I have to go to a lame country club dinner with my folks tonight."

"Sure," I said. "I'll swing by around one-o'clock. We can grab some lunch and see what showing at the mall."

"Sounds good. See you then, hot stuff."

"Bye," I said and waited. Sure, enough I heard my mom finally hang up. I shook my head smiling.

Later, after a somewhat boring romantic comedy, Pam and I headed back to her house. We were going to hang out on the deck. While the pool was closed for the season, it was still warm enough to sit outside, but it had clouded over on our way back and started to sprinkle so we headed down to her basement making sure to leave the door open: house rules.

We did sneak in some serious messing around with my hand down her loose-fitting shorts rubbing her moist clit and locked in a deep French kiss when we heard someone coming downstairs. We quickly separated. Pam starting talking about the movie we had just seen as if we were in the middle of a conversation. I just smiled.

Mrs. Tarrant came into view on the steps with a basket-load of laundry balanced on her shapely hip.

"Sorry to bother you kids, but a mother's work is never done!" she joked as she went passed us toward the utility part of the basement where the washer, dryer and hot water heater lived their useful machine lives.

I was trying to appear the soul of propriety by chuckling at her little joke as she passed which is why I was looking at her when her eyes widened. She quickly looked up and hurried away to do the wash. I looked down to see what had startled her, and sure enough I was staring at Pam's ample bosom. Her hard nipples were outlined through her top. Pam followed my eyes and when she saw her nipples pressing against her shirt, she tried to stifle a laugh while throwing her arms across her chest.

"Don't worry about it. Look at what I've got!" I said removing the throw pillow from my lap revealing my straining cock trying to rip through my jeans.

"Oh, Peter!" Pam squealed as quietly as she could as her right hand started reaching out to touch it as if on auto-pilot.

We heard the washer lid close, the click of the dials and the washer start up. I panicked trying to return the pillow to my lap by dropping it, just as Mrs. Tarrant came back by with a bright smile on her face. She saw my furtive movement and did the eye dip again, but this time to the swell of my meaty cock stuffed in my jeans. She eyes were saucers as she stopped in front of us with the empty laundry basket dangling from her hand.

"Pam, can you give me hand with the rest of the laundry?" Mrs. Tarrant was pretty explicit as her eyes dipped down to Pam's chest, then back up.

It looked like Pam was going to protest, but Mrs. Tarrant's eye-dip put an end to that before it began.

"Sure thing, Mom," Pam said without enthusiasm.

I hoped she wasn't going to get in trouble.

Mrs. Tarrant turned her gaze to me, still all smiles. "You're good with computers, right Peter?"

"Pretty good, Mrs. Tarrant." I said humbly. I made a hobby of building computers from spare parts. At the time, that was pretty hardcore.

"Great. Mr. Tarrant asked if you could go out to his office and help him with his computer when you got a chance," she explained. "I won't keep Pam too long, but if you run out and help him that would be great."

"Sure thing!" I said.

"Come along, Pam," Mrs. Tarrant commanded.

I let the ladies file out before me, because that is what gentlemen do. Especially gentlemen with raging hard-ons. I walked out back slowly giving my boner some time to soften a bit, although I doubt it was going to matter to Mr. Tarrant. I knocked on his door hearing the muffled "Come on in."

Mr. Tarrant was typing on his keyboard while staring into his monitor. As he turned his head toward me his gaze went directly to my cock. While my bulge had deflated some, it was still quite noticeable. I cannot tell a lie: Mr. Tarrant licked his lips unknowingly. It was so kinky and taboo that I started to harden again.

He quickly shifted his eyes up to mine, saying: "Peter! Thank goodness. I'm having a devil of a time with this spreadsheet. Can you give me a hand?"

"Sure thing, Mister, uh, Mister Tarrant," I shuddered. I was going to try being more casual by using his last initial but realized in mid-sentence I would be calling him "Mr. T." and that just sounded ridiculous.

I scooted around his desk as he stood up. With the light-heartedness I had been carrying around all day, I accidently-on-purpose let my arm graze his firming dick as I sat in his chair. I then smiled up at him before turning my attention to his monitor. I studied the spreadsheet for a little while immediately seeing the problem. A problem so basic, it was nigh on impossible for it not to have been done on purpose. I smiled turning the chair to Mr. Tarrant as he leaned against the credenza.

"I see the problem," I said doing the exact same eye-dip that Mrs. Tarrant had done although I went a bit lower. Looking back up at Mr. Tarrant, I said, "If you wanted to suck my cock, all you had to do was ask," I told him bluntly.

He blushed uncrossing his arms and straightening. "I... uh..." was all he was able to say before I interrupted him.

"Still, I did say I would give you a hand," I quipped as I reached out and massaged Mr. Tarrant's firming dick.

I didn't know what was coming over me. The last few months had been both a huge relief as a burden that I had carried since my dad passed away was lifted and I underwent a sexual blossoming (I'll get into more detail later). I was just feeling so adventuresome, and last night's encounter had left me aggressively aroused.

Mr. Tarrant sighed as I touch him. A great deal of tension left him as he slumped against the credenza again. I pushed the chair closer to him while firmly stroking his now hard cock through his khakis.

"I know just how to fix this problem," I said giving his hard dick a squeeze. "If it's ok with you, Mr. Tarrant, I'd like to get started."

He smiled down at me with a look of appreciation on his face like I was making a dream come true for him, which come to think of it, I probably was.

"I think it would be alright if you called me Jim," he replied.

I smiled back at him. Without losing eye contact I unbuttoned his pants and pulled his zipper down then pulled them along with his shorts down to his ankles. His stiff cock bounced lightly directly in front of me as it was freed. He was extremely hard with the veins of his cock bulging out from his dark pink shaft. I wrapped my hand around his pulsing cock. I loved the feel of his meaty pole. It was as hard as bone at the same time it was soft and spongy like flesh. I could feel it pulse in my hand as I squeezed it a bit tighter and started to pump it a little. I had never seen an uncircumcised cock before so I found it fascinating as I played with it. As I jacked him down, his foreskin pulled back revealing the almost purple head. I watched in excited awe as a pearl of pre-cum oozed from the slit.

"Thank you, Mr. Tarrant, but I'm going to keep calling you Mr. Tarrant because it makes what we're doing even more depraved; your daughter's teenaged boyfriend is about to suck your cock," I explained leaning in and sucking his cock head into my mouth mashing my tongue against the crown to taste his slippery pre-cum.

Mr. Tarrant let out a long, low moan while involuntarily thrusting his dick deeper in my mouth. I was crazed with lust at this point. Not ten minutes ago my hand had been down his daughter's shorts fingering her wet cunt with my tongue swirling in her mouth. Now, I was fisting his cock with one hand trying to fit his entire length into my mouth and swirling my tongue along the underside of his throbbing prick. When I pressed his glans' underside frim against my tongue, I could feel his pulse beat!

Mr. Tarrant was about six and half inches long, best guess. My hand fit comfortably around his shaft so his girth was of a nice, pliant thickness. I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying sucking his cock! I kept pushing my head in on his shaft until I sensed the tip almost touching my uvula. I knew I would gag like he had last night, so I pulled back until I felt the hard ridge of his dick's corona through his foreskin. I pulled his skin downwards and swirled my tongue around his glans drenching him in my spit. I slipped his cock back over my tongue until his hardness slowly pressed my uvula back and poked against the opening of my throat. I took a deep breath in through my nose, relaxed and, crazed with cock-craving, I swallowed and pushed my head forward until I felt his stiff, pre-cum covered dickhead pop into my throat. Like I said, I had learned a lot in the past few months.

I was so proud of swallowing his hard fuck-pole, I didn't even hear Mr. Tarrant's panting words of warning. I did feel him shooting his cum into me. It was the warmth in my throat that brought me out of my cock-hypnosis and made me aware of my surroundings.

Mr. Tarrant had grabbed the back of my head straining his hips forward as he started to empty his balls in my throat. "Fuck, Pete! You're making me cum so fast!" he growled.

I couldn't really look up as I was throat-anchored on his semen squirting cock-meat, but I imagined his head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as his orgasm overtook him.

His cockhead had expanded so the ridge was given an exhilarating tug as it passed back out of my contracted throat ring after that first shot of semen that went straight down into my stomach. I kept jerking him feeling his sperm pulse through his cock and out onto my tongue. The taste wasn't my favorite, but it wasn't horrible. I did enjoy the hot creaminess of his semen as it filled my sucking mouth and the heaviness of it on my swirling tongue because it meant I had suck his cock well. I was already convinced that this man was going to be my father-in-law someday, so my job was to make him feel good at that moment in time. Anything for family was my motto. My motto, and pretty much my tried and true habit as well.

When I swallowed after the third blast of cum. It sent a thrill through my own dick as Mr. Tarrant's hot ball juice slithered down my throat filling and warming my stomach. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and jacked the rest of his cum onto my face as I licked him down to his balls and back up again.

I popped his dick back in mouth to suck out the last little globs of hot cum from his still convulsing prick. It really did feel good in my teenaged mouth, but his cockhead had become very sensitive so I just let his cock rest on my tongue while it twitched until his orgasm had well and truly passed.

"Oh, my God," Mr. Tarrant said breathing heavily. "You are the best cocksucker I've ever had!" He sounded shocked looking down at me with his softening dick still in my mouth. I smiled around his cock at him.

"Have you done this before?" he asked still holding my head in his hands.

I just kept smiling and licked his tender cockhead making him twitch.

"Well, you give better head than my wife of twenty years!" he stated incredulously.

"Well, I really enjoyed doing it, so maybe that's why you liked it so much," I reasoned finally freeing his shriveled, clean cock from my mouth.

Mr. Tarrant absentmindedly ran a finger down my cheek scooping some of his cum to my mouth. I licked his finger clean then found the rest of his sperm on my face and used my own fingers to marshal it all into my semen drenched mouth.

"You even deep throated me!"

"Yeah," I said drawing the back of my hand across my lips to clean up the last specks of Mr. Tarrant's cum. "There's a trick to it. I can teach you sometime."

"Why don't you go over and sit on the couch," he suggested as he kicked his pants and shorts off of his ankles.

So as not to waste any time, I pulled my jeans and boxers down before sitting on the right end of the sofa. Mr. Tarrant walked over sitting on my far left. He quickly bent over buried his face in my lap. As my cock was consumed by Mr. Tarrant's ravenous mouth I looked over to his bare ass generating a very nasty thought. While he started to bob and slurp and my big, fat teenage-meat I used my right hand to apply pressure to the back of his head while thrusting my hips up driving my cock into the back of his throat. He hadn't figured out the deep throat secret yet so he gagged up a ton of thicker saliva and pulled off my shaft to catch his breath. I reached around his head with my left-hand coating my middle and fore fingers with the spit he left on my cock. I couldn't see Mr. Tarrant's expression as he watched me do this, but it didn't seem to bother him as he gobbled up my cock again.

I took my glistening fingers, reached down to his naked ass and spread the spit from my wet fore finger on his asshole in a circular motion lightly massaging his puckered, ridged hole. Mr. Tarrant's sucking paused for a moment as he felt my finger caress his tender opening. It was only for a second, though, as he groaned around my fat meat and resumed sucking with even more enthusiasm. I starting applying pressure to his puckered asshole. Slowly and steadily I pushed until my finger squeezed through the sphincter of his anus into his rectum. Mr. Tarrant grunted on my cock. I inserted my finger slowly as far as I could, then let it rest for a moment. Mr. Tarrant became restless wiggling his ass around my finger, so I gently started to finger fuck his tight asshole. After a few strokes, Mr. Tarrant was like a bitch in heat. He couldn't suck my dick fast enough. A couple times I felt my head poke into his throat. He gagged and choked but kept on slamming his face down on my thick cock until I was drenched in his spit. I shoved my second finger up his ass and increased my thrusting. I didn't know what a prostate was exactly, but I had been instructed where to crook my fingers and rub. Mr. Tarrant impaled himself on my cock until his nosed was crushed in-between my bubbling ball sack and thigh.My cock burst sending all the cum in my balls straight down Mr. Tarrant's throat and into his stomach. He tensed up letting me cum like a hose into him. He pushed his ass hard against my fucking fingers.

I liked sucking Mr. Tarrant's cock, I have to admit. Mr. Tarrant, however, seemed to worship my cock, and given the pleasure he was taking from my probing fingers I could feel a kind of power over him. The man that had intimidated me for the past few months was becoming my suck-slut. I liked it.

"That's it, you cock sucker. Jam my cock down your throat, take my cum!" I ordered.

"Mmm..." was his only response as my cock finally spat out the last of my sperm.

I let out a long breath recovering from my fantastic orgasm. I gently withdrew my invading fingers from Mr. Tarrant's clutching asshole.

Mr. Tarrant lifted his well fucked face and extract my big cock from his throat. He gagged and coughed up a couple globs of his stringy saliva and my thick semen. I was a little worried I had pushed him past his limits, and he might throw up. When he rolled onto his back smiling up at me I could see he was just fine. His mouth was a mess of spent sperm and spit. I looked down noticing his dick shrinking while coated in cum and a small pool of his semen on the couch cushion.

"Mr. Tarrant!" I said in mocked surprise. "Did I make you come again by fingering your tight little asshole?"

"I don't know how you do these things to me, but I am glad you do. I haven't cum twice like that since I was in my twenties! It's amazing. You're amazing," he admitted.

"It's fun, isn't it," I agreed. I gave his shrunken cock a good-natured tug. "Let's get cleaned up."

I had to leave soon after that but not before Pam ran downstairs with a mysterious grin on her face. We made plans to meet up tomorrow morning for brunch. She gave me a kiss and a wink then vanished back upstairs. I let myself out as Mr. Tarrant was still out in his office trying to remove various cum stains.

It was early evening on a Saturday, but I had no plans so I headed home to see if Mom wanted to do anything. She was so appreciative of me asking that she gushed. We went out and grabbed a bite to eat. I even paid, pretending it was a date. She thought that was the cutest thing. All in all, we had a lovely evening together.

I was up and at Pam's house by ten-thirty Sunday morning. Once we were in my car, she blurted: "Can we go hang out at your house instead of going to brunch?"

I blinked at the exuberant force of her words. "Sure," I said. "Why?"

"I want to tell you what happened yesterday afternoon while you were helping my dad," she giggled.

"Ok," I replied not entirely understanding, but I obediently drove us back to my house. Our houses were roughly the same size except our basement wasn't finished. It was just a dank old cellar. Instead, we had a loft room over the garage. It was cozy with just the one window and the high peaked ceiling. There was an old, very comfy couch sitting before a television and stereo. Some old games and even some of my old toys were lying around amongst two old, worn bean bag chairs.

Pam and I settled onto the couch. I felt overdressed for this room with a nice Polo button-down on with a pair of pressed khakis. Pam looked ravishing in a short pink and white dress cinched at the waist by a wide white belt matching her demure flats.

"Do you want anything? Something to drink or some snacks?" I asked.

"No thanks, Pete. I just like being here with you. Is your mom home?"

I shrugged. "I don't know." I hadn't seen or heard her when we came in and up the stairs to the loft room. "Anyway, what was it you wanted to tell me?"

"Oh, my God, Pete you're not going to believe this," she began. "When my mom had me go upstairs with her yesterday I thought I was going to be in trouble. You know, get an earful of how ladies do not do such and such after she saw us in the basement."

"Did she?"

"No, not at all. She rushed us into my room closing the door. She dropped the laundry basket and pulled me onto my bed with a huge smile on her face. 'You really like him, don't you?' she asked me," Pam paused for a moment.

She nodded to herself and continued. "So, I said: 'I do Mom. I really do. In fact, I think I love him!'" Pam paused again shyly looking at me.

I smiled and nodded, "Me too!"

We fell into each other's arms. We came up for air sometime later with Pam readjusted her bra, as I had been a little aggressive professing my love there for second, and straighten her hair.

"Where was I?" Pam thought out loud. "Oh, yeah. My mom clapped her hands together and said: 'I knew it! I just knew it!' and hugged me really tight. It was so sweet. Then, she pulled back and looked straight into my eyes. 'Have you two had sex yet?' I mean no hesitation or stammering, just bam! I couldn't help laughing because my mom was so serious. I said no, not yet. Then she said: 'Well, what were the two of you doing down in the basement?' I blushed, but I took a deep breath and told her."

"You didn't!" I interrupted.

"I did. All of it. In graphic detail. You have to understand, Mom and I are close, but I'd never felt closer than right then. So, I told her how good a kisser you are. I described you kissing down my neck, sucking one of my nipples into your mouth, finally slipping a hand inside my panties to rub my aching clit. I told her in an annoyed voice how hard my little clitty was and how close I was to cumming when she came down with the stupid laundry!"

"You didn't say like that, did you!?!" I asked alarmed.

"I said it just like that! I think to see if I could shock her a bit. Both my folks have always treated me like a vestal virgin, or something. So, yeah, I did want to shake it up a little."

"Did it work?'

"Not the way I thought it would, but boy, did it have an effect. My mom squealed again pulling close into an even tighter hug," Pam broke out into a huge smile. "And you know what, Pete?"

"What?"

"My mom's nipples were as hard as mine were yesterday with you. No lie! I could feel them pressing into my own tits. I mean, my mom and I don't lack when comes to titty flesh," she said cupping and squeezing her big tits together. "So, we were all mashed up together and I could feel her nips poking me. I gotta be honest: it was kind of hot. But, then..." she shook her head remembering. "Then she whispered in my ear: 'I'm sorry I interrupted your orgasm.'"

Pam blushed. It was a traveling blush as I watched it slowly spread from her cheeks down across her neck and chest until the scoop neck of her dress hid it. She folded her legs underneath her, a maneuver I had seen my own mother do in the past. Pam began very faintly rocking. My guess: she was rubbing her clit against the heel of her foot. She took a deep breath and continued.

"Pete, her mouth was so close to my ear I could feel her breath softly brush me. It sent a shiver to my nipples which hardened immediately."

She looked directly at me. I was attentive and smiling, being so thankful that she trusted me enough to tell me this. I think that is what she was looking for to continue.

"Pete, it also sent a jolt into to my pussy. Mom then started to rub her hand up and down my back. I swear to God, my mom was getting my pussy wet; well, wetter. You already had me worked up, which is probably why I said what I did next."

"Why, what did you say?" I was all in on this story.

"I said, 'Well, Mom, you owe me one orgasm,'" Pam replied and let a couple of seconds go by.

I couldn't stand it. "Well!?! What happened then?" I begged.

"You're not going to believe me," she teased.

"Tell me!"

Pam scooted closer to me and started to pantomime on me what she was describing.

"My mom pulled back, looked me deep in the eyes, smiled as she shifted a dangling strand of my hair back behind my ear and gentle grabbed my right nipple and began rolling it between her fingers."

"No shit!" I exclaimed as Pam's fingers twiddled my nipple through my shirt. "No way! What did you do?"

"I enjoyed it!" she laughed releasing me. "My eyes bulged out, but Mom was smiling so sweetly at me. I felt really comfortable even when she leaned in and kissed me."

"She kissed you?"

"Really kissed me, Pete. She grabbed the back of my head with her other hand pulling me in to a deep, French kiss. I almost came on the spot."

"Fuck," was all I could say. My dick was trying to rip through my slacks.

"Yeah, that is basically what happened. Eventually Mom did kind of what we did in the basement, just more so. She took off my shirt and started sucking on my tits. I couldn't help myself I was so horny that I grabbed the back of her head pulling her against my hard nipples while moaning and saying things, dirty things. Her hand found its way into my panties. I started to beg her to rub my clit, to make me cum. I used words I'd never used before; I called myself a slut, actually 'a mommy-slut' and I called my mom a, and I'm not kidding, a 'cunt fucking bitch'."

Pam was crimson now. Not sure if it was an embarrassment blush or if she was approaching orgasm. Maybe it was both.

"Pete, my mom finger fucked me to a mind-blowing orgasm, and I begged her to do it," Pam finished with a shy smile.

"That is so hot!" I had to say.

"Once I came down a little from my orgasm, I actually asked my mom if I could do the same for her. While holding my eyes with hers, she raised her glistening fingers covered in my cunt juices, licked them clean, winked at me and left.

"Are you literally trying to kill me?" I joked as I unabashedly rearranged my package.

"You're not mad?" she asked hesitantly staring at my throbbing bulge. "Or, disgusted?"

I grabbed Pam and kissed her hard. I pulled her to me until we were tight against one and other so she could feel the heat and hardness of my cock. She reached down undoing my pants relieving the pressure that had been pressing down on my dick.

"Disgusted?" I asked after that long, deep kiss leaning back to get comfortable as Pam slowly rubbed my happy cock. "Let me ask you the same question, right after I tell you a story. When I came to pick you up for Homecoming, your dad took me out to his office..."

And I told her the whole story, just as she told me hers. She interrupted to ask questions throughout as I had.

"And, then yesterday when you went upstairs with your mom, I went out to help your dad, and..."

She was really surprised by me sucking cock, but actually clapped when I described how I was able to deep throat her dad. I fingered her for most of the story letting her moan out two small orgasms. My entire hand was slick with her cunt cream and the loft room was heady with her pussy's scent.

She mostly jacked me, slowing when I asked so I wouldn't cum. Finally, just as I was describing finger fucking her dad's ass as he squirted his second load of the afternoon on his office sofa, Pam inhaled my cock and took a huge load in her mouth. It was the first time she had taken my cum directly in her mouth and she wasn't prepared for it, but I just kept squirting out rope after rope of semen across her face and hair.

She was wiping cum off her eyelid when she said: "I can't believe my dad got to suck you off before I did!"

"You've sucked me before," I chided her.

"Yeah, a little. But, we never had the room, or we were worried about the mess, to suck you all the way off. I always had to beat you off into a towel. He got to swallow your cum first, and it's not fair," she pouted half seriously. "Is he better at it than me?"

I laughed out loud!

"Of course not!" I said gently taking her face in my hands. "I love you, so that makes it a lot better." I leaned in and kissed her. I could feel and taste the slippery thickness of my cum on her lips and tongue.

"Thank you," Pam said softly as we disengaged.

"Your dad and I were just fooling around. Just like you and your mom."

"Yeah, I guess," she agreed. "I think I need to get cleaned up before your mom gets home."

We both stood and I heard the floorboards squeak. I cocked my head to one side and thought, that's strange. My eye widened once I figured out what probably was happening. Then, I blushed.

"Come on, you can use the downstairs bathroom," I said leading Pam down our creaking staircase.

Once we were cleaned up, I made us a homemade brunch, saving myself some money and having a nice long talk with Pam about all that was going on. Once we'd finished and cleaned up after eating, I was sipping coffee while Pam had a cup of tea.

"To be honest Pam, all this stuff with your parents is pretty cool, kind of exciting and twisted as hell. I would like to maybe fool around some more with them if you're up for it, but before we do..." I trailed off. I took her hand and looked her in the eyes. "Before we do anything, with anyone else from here on out, I want us to be together first. I love you. I've come to realize I will always love you. I want to make love to you. I want to be the first man you have."

Pam's eyes teared up a bit, and she smiled. She quickly wiped an escaping tear away then pulled me in for a passionate kiss. As she pulled back, she softly said: "Of course, my love. I feel the same way."

"Since I'm a risk adverse guy, and I don't trust what your mom and dad have cooked up next, can we go up to the loft room now?" I implored.

"I'm not sure I can wait even that long," Pam replied with a smirk.

"Ok, great!" I said quickly, all excited. "Go on up; get comfy. I'll grab a condom and be right...!"

"Don't worry about it, Pete," Pam interrupted. "I've been on the pill since I was sixteen to regulate my period. So, unless you're fucking around on me and carrying some nasty disease, I think we're good."

I cringed inside a bit, but since I was definitely clean of diseases, I smiled saying: "Ok, then let me grab a towel and I'll be right up!"

"That makes sense, but hurry. It's rude to keep a girl waiting to be deflowered!"

I quickly ran upstairs and grabbed a couple towels. I also scooped up a CD. I was thinking that having some noise cover might be in order.

When I got back up to the loft room, my soul was stolen for good. Pam was laying back on the sofa in nothing but her panties. My jaw dropped in appreciation. I always knew Pam was hot, but I had only had the opportunity to see her in pieces, and mostly in the dark. In fact, I had never actually seen her pussy yet. She was as sexy a woman as I could imagine. Her gorgeous oval face with twinkling emerald eyes were framed by rich auburn hair. Her full, large breasts rose and fell with her breath above a tight, flat stomach. Her panties were a light pink with small bow and a pearl button in the center of the waistband while the gusset was soaked through. She was feathering her fingers over he achingly hard nipples.

I quickly slipped the CD into the player, shed my cloths and walked over to Pam. I sank to my knees, hooked my fingers into the waistband of her sexy panties. She held her tits as she raised her bottom allowing me to slide her panties off. I gently spread her legs studying her beautiful womanhood; I guess it was still her maidenhood. Her pussy was breathtakingly pink with just a patch of closely cropped patch of dark pubic hair above the bump of her clit. Her lips where folded tightly together until the slit separated ever so slightly at the bottom of her labia. Moisture glistened at her small opening. I was finally getting to examine my prize, and I was exhilarated.

I couldn't wait any longer lowering my head to kiss her pussy causing her to gasp while tilting her head back and squeezing her nipples. I pushed my tongue through her lips finding an already well lubricated cunt. It wasn't really necessary to eat her pussy in preparation of penetration; I just really wanted to taste her.

I did for the next fifteen minutes. At the end, she was bucking up pressing her mound against my mouth as my gnawing lips worked her swollen, distended clit.

"Oh, fuck. You're doing it! I'm gonna cum. Gonna cum in your mouth! Fucking eat my cunt, Pete!" she screamed as her pussy exuded a wave of sweet, thick cunt cream that I lapped up like a maniac. It was the single best thing I had ever had in my mouth.

I continued to lick and nibble her clit until she started to jerk with sensitivity. I raised up going into kiss her. From the way she attacked my tongue with hers, I figured she didn't have a problem with taste of her own cum.

I pulled back, looking into her eyes, impressed by the unmistakable lust I could see swimming there.

"Fuck me," she growled.

I was knelling right in front of her splayed legs, so all I had to do was raise her thighs by gripping under her knees pushing them up over my shoulders and scooting her ass to the edge of the sofa. My straining cock lined up perfectly, so holding my shaft I guided my cockhead into her slick lips and pushed in.

"Oh, my fucking God!" Pam half shouted, half screamed grabbing my hips pulling me in.

I went slow, not wanting to hurt her. Her pussy was tight, and oh so wet. I was sliding in slowly, but surely, until I came to her hymen. I worked my cock around her sopping hole stretching her out some. I leaned into to lick and nibble on her lips. She opened her lust filled eyes at my kiss.

"Are you ready?" I asked softly.

"Yes," she said in a husky voice. "Do it! Tear me open!"

Gazing into her eyes, I thrust forward piercing her maidenhead. Pam closed her eyes grimacing and involuntarily pushing back on my hips as the pain needled through her. I was scared. I had no idea how much it hurt or what I could do to help, so I just held her close and didn't move. We stayed like that for some time, how long I don't know. She just kept squeezing me in the hug, breathing in my ear and sweating. Over time and by degrees, Pam started to relax. Finally, she let out a long "Ahhhh..." as she pushed me up by my shoulders, opened her eyes with an animal gleam of desire.

"Not too bad," she panted. "I expected worse with that massive cock of yours. Now, fuck me Pete. Slowly."

Oh, I fucked her. Slowly and otherwise. I actually fucked her twice. The first time neither one of us lasted long. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." Pam chanted as I stuffed my blood engorged cock into her sucking cunt.

"Goddamn, your cock is big! You're gonna make me cum. Fuck me harder, make my cunt cum for you...do it. Do it! Shove that thick piece of meat into me! Fuck my tight little pussy!"

Pam was the first to cum, drenching my prick in her slippery fluids. She actually produced a lot more liquid from her cunt than my experience had led me to expect. It was so sloppy, slick and wet producing lascivious slapping and sloshing sounds. With her cunt hole being so tight around my thick cock I didn't last long either flooding her with a huge load of pearly cum. To my surprise, especially since she had just blown me a little over an hour ago, I didn't soften; I just kept slamming into her frothing up our combined cum as it was squeezed out the sides of her tight fuck-hole by my piston-pumping prick.

I slowed for a moment to allow us to catch our breath. We kissed a while until Pam grabbed the sides of my face and pulled me in close, foreheads and noses touching.

"I love you, and you're mine, Peter McPherson!" she declared emphatically. "You can do whatever you want with me. I will follow you anywhere, go wherever you lead, but never forget you are mine! Now, tear my pussy apart some more you big-cocked fucker."

It was the filthiest testament of love I could have hoped for from a virgin who was bathed in both our cummy juices and cunt-grinding my cock while professing her love.

I made some sort of animal noise, and flipped Pam over. She squealed a bit, but looked back over her shoulder with an expression that my testosterone addled brain identified as virginal-slut-who-wants-to-be-fucked-hard-like-common-cock-loving-whore. I wasn't very lucid, I admit. I slammed into her already well fucked, swollen and cum-dripping cunt from behind. I went crazy on her pussy by jamming my flaring cock in and out like a jackhammer. Even though this was the first time we were fucking, I went ahead with something I considered advanced, but with my brain ablaze with primal lust I spit on her asshole and slipped my thumb in to her bowels.

She came, again, and much harder this time. She convulsed like a bucking horse. I hate to admit a five-six, maybe a hundred and fifteen pound high-school girl threw me. Both thumb and dick were unceremoniously ejected from their respective girl-holes. I ended up on my haunches watching Pam's orgasm take control of her. More cunt cream came oozing from her as her entire body twitched and jerked. She kept moaning: "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck."

She started to relax and then gasped as I think her bladder gave way. It must have felt good since she rolled over on her back pressing one hand hard against her clit with her middle finger and spreading her pussy lips with her fore and ring fingers as an arch of mostly clear liquid shot from her. It wasn't a sustained stream so I started thinking maybe she is what I heard of in porn magazines as a "squirter". The first arch of liquid landed on my chest. It felt warm and wicked. I moved closer catching the next jet in my mouth. It didn't really taste like anything, certainly not urine; it was simply warm, musky liquid thicker than water but not as thick as the slick moisture of her pussy. A last, third, squirt came out with less force fanning out onto her thighs.

Pam seemed to calm a bit as she closed her pussy lips and snuggled into the sofa shivering a bit. Then, I did see her let a little stream of urine flow out. I'm not sure she was even aware of it, but that acrid aroma of urine did hit my nostrils sending my libido into overdrive. The fact that I had literally fucked the piss out of my girlfriend had my testosterone pumping so much I wanted to beat my chest and declare: "Me Pete. You Pam. I Cum Now!"

I pulled Pam down a bit causing her misty, dazed eyes to open rolling around in her head trying to make sense of her surroundings. I helped her reorient by stuffing three fingers into her gaping fuck-hole scoping up a handful of her slick cream and smearing it between her heaving breasts. I straddled her jamming my aching cock between her fleshy tits and started fucking. It only took me about five strokes through her tit-meat to start shooting while grunting like an ape. There weren't any cool words like, "Pamela, I must ejaculate upon you now, my love!"

Nope, because everything that had happened to that point had my entire body humming with mindless lust. Even though this was my second orgasm in the last twenty minutes, every one of my shooting ropes of cum was heavy, thick and potent drowning Pam's face, neck and tits. For her part, Pam was lethargically lolling her head back and forth trying to get as much of it in her mouth as she could. When my sperm-spitting cock subsided, I kneeled up higher sticking my cum dribbling prick in her mouth which she started sucking almost unconsciously to get the last vestiges of sperm out of me.

I flopped down next to my cum covered Pam, simply stating: "Wow! You are awesome."

Pam threw her leg over my lap smearing my thigh in her cunt seeping fluids, threw her arm around my chest and rested her semen drenched face on my shoulder mewling like a cat. I swear, just like a cat. A well fucked cat.

And that is where I ended my story to Jake who was by then stoking his young, hard cock while lying back on the pool deck. I took care of that for him, but I didn't tell him the last bit of the story.

Pam and I drifted off to sleep through pure sexual exhaustion. We slept for an hour or so. I awoke around three o'clock when the sun from the single window in the loft room hit my eyelids. I kind of jerked awake like one does when one never realized they fell asleep in the first place. My abrupt spasm roused Pam who was a sight! She was covered in dried cum; both mine and hers. Her right eye was stuck shut by caked semen. The room smelled like a porn set. I imagined. I had never been on a porn set. Maybe porn sets have more of a lube smell since we didn't need any. But, I digress.

We sat up and Pam groaned.

"Oh, man. My pussy is sore!" She looked over at me one-eyed and casually slapped my limp dick. "You fucker! That monster cock of yours has ruined me, you know that! Now, you're stuck with me."

She stood up and stretched. To this day, I have never seen a more beautiful sight. The golden afternoon sun caught her just right softening her curves. With her arms extended over her head, the swell of her breasts were soft mounds of flesh with darkened shadows of her nipples. The achingly feminine lines of her ass meeting her long shapely legs made her look like a Greek goddess posing for a sculpture. The golden light glinted off her toned curves, illuminating the soft downy hair of her skin. Man, I was hopelessly in love.

"I need a shower. I smell like a truck-stop whore," my angel uttered as she pried open her cum encrusted eye.

Once we had showered and cleaned up the loft room we slumped back down on the sofa. Pam and I both took a deep breath. We immediately got back up and opened the single window to air the place out. By that time, it was almost five o'clock. I was going to have to take Pam home soon, but before I did I wanted to make one thing clear.

I gently cupped her chin and turned her to face me. "For my part, I couldn't have imagined anything more special, more unbelievable than our lovemaking. I hope your first time was what you wanted, what you dreamed of when you thought of how it would be."

"Oh, Pete," Pam said snuggling into me. "It wasn't anything like I thought it would be, silly. It was so different, and so mind-blowingly better than anything I'd ever imagined. It's like the difference between what a ten-year-old girl thinks love is, and what I now know it is. Like I said: you've ruined me for anyone else. You're mine now."

She kissed me.

That was when I heard my Mom noisily enter the house shouting: "I'm home!"

Pam and I went down stairs to greet my mother. I hugged her close saying I'd missed her. She delved deep into my eyes with a twinkle in hers saying she was glad to be home.

She turned to Pam and bear hugged her. My mom was no slouch in the tit-meat department either, and as Pam had described earlier with her own mom, my mom and Pam's tits were all mushed up together. My mom had always liked Pam, even approved of her although we didn't speak about it in that sort of way, but right then she was mauling the poor girl, saying it was so good to see her. I would've thought she was drunk, but I hadn't smelled any alcohol on her, plus Mom wasn't a big drinker. My only conclusion was that she knew.

Eventually we disengaged from my touchy-feely mother, and I drove Pam home. As we were kissing good bye at the curb in front of her house, the sun was setting turning the sky to pink, purple and orange. Pam asked me the question I was dreading.

"I love you, Pete. Know that. Know that as fact."

She looked me in the eye until I nodded. "That won't change, but I'm almost certain that I wasn't your first."

She paused searching my face.

"Was I?"

I had to answer her, and I refused to lie to her.

"No," I said.

Pam took this in as her eyes started to water.

"I understand," she said, sniffling a little. "I mean, it's not like..." but she trailed off because she didn't really know where to go with that thought.

I sighed.

"Did you love her?" she asked.

I sighed, again.

"Yes," I replied honestly. "Very much."

"What happened?" she asked woodenly.

Pam didn't really want to know, but I needed tell her and she needed to hear it. It was important she understand that if I could go back in time, I wouldn't change a thing. As much I had fallen in love with Pam, I would still have given my virginity away as I did. In fact, I was very proud of what I did. Pam had to know the story.

So, I told her.