The Mark of the Immature Man Ch. 01

"Come on, Tina, tell me what's wrong. I want to help. Please?"

"Oh, sweetie, you are too good to find out about all of the nastiness in this world. I shouldn't involve you with my problems. Besides, I don't know why I'm sad now; I've suspected it for a long time."

"Suspected what?" She looked at me really carefully for a moment trying to gauge whether or not she should share her private affairs with me. Then, almost magically, I could tell some idea had entered her head, and she smiled a completely different kind of smile. It was one of those grins that she gave me every time she said something provocative or flirtatious. Then, the grin disappeared and a look of anger swept her face.

"My husband. The bastard's having an affair!"

"Are you sure? How do you know?"

"Oh, I know! Last night, I looked at his phone while he was in the shower – he'd just got done fucking me, too, that bastard!" She saw how I reacted to the word, and I knew she could tell that it conjured up a whole lot of unbelievable images in my mind. Jesus, I thought to myself, my dick is going to get a workout tonight!

"His phone beeped because he'd just gotten a text, so innocently enough, I read it. And then I realized that there was this whole thread of texts flying back and forth from him to the same number, and let's just say, they weren't discussing the weather."

She looked at me again to test my reaction, and it must have satisfied her, because she continued. "So, I decided to write down that phone number, and I had been staring at this stupid piece of paper all day, until finally a half an hour ago, I got up the courage to call. Sure enough, the slut answered!"

I didn't say anything for a long time. We both just stared at each other, and I started to realize what Tina might have been thinking. Finally, I asked, "What are you going to do?"

She didn't even pause to answer. "I'm gonna start doing the same thing that asshole has been doing for years! Two can play at this game!"

Again, I didn't say anything for a long time. I think we both knew where this was headed. Finally, Tina spoke again, smiling really brightly, "What are you doing tonight, sweetie?"

"I don't know. I don't really have any plans."

"Would you like to meet me somewhere for a drink, Evan?"

"I'm not old enough to drink in a bar. I'm only 18, remember?"

She smiled again. This time, I can only described that smile with one word – it was "devilish" – the kind of smile that intimated that she was planning something that was immoral, depraved, and wicked and involved an 18 year-old kid.

"I had forgotten how young you are! Oh, that doesn't matter. I don't want to go to a bar, anyway."

"Where do you want to go?" I asked sheepishly; my heart was suddenly beating really fast.

"Well, I'll tell you where I am not going – home!" A look of defiance swept across Tina's beautiful face, and she immediately turned to look at her phone. She touched her screen, and seconds later she was leaving a voice message for her husband – "You sick fuck! I know what you've been doing, you asshole, and suffice it say, I'm done with you! I hope you and that fuck slut of yours will be very happy together! Don't expect to see me again until I'm with my attorney. He'll let you know when you can clear your ass out of the house! So fuck off, asshole! Have a great fucking life!" She hung up, and now her face was decorated with self-satisfaction.

Then, she turned back to her computer monitor, and without saying anything, she typed in something. Within a minute, she turned back to her phone, and punched in some numbers. I heard someone answer on the other end of the line, and then Tina, in her most polite and refined voice began speaking. "Yes, I would like to reserve a room for this evening." Pause. "Yes, just one night." Pause. "Yes, for two." Pause. "I'm interested in a suite." Pause. "Yes, the King suite would be perfect." Another pause. "Yes, just a moment." Then, she reached into her purse, and pulled a credit card out of her wallet, and began reading the numbers to the person on the other end of the line.

After a brief minute, she was finished, and hung up, staring up at me with an expectant smile. "All right, Evan. I've cleared my dance card for you! How about you?"

"Tina, are you sure...?" I didn't finish my thought; she didn't let me.

"Oh, I'm absolutely positive! Surely, you know that I've been attracted to you, Evan. I didn't need an excuse, but now I have one – a really good one! Come on, I've booked the best room in the best hotel in town, sweetie. Just tell your parents, you're staying over at a friend's house tonight. I'll meet you at the Double Tree downtown at 7:00, Room 1121 – we'll get room service for dinner, and the best part, Evan? – my fuck of a husband is paying for the whole thing!" she said, holding up the credit card that she had just used.

Timidly, I shook my head in affirmation. I hadn't really thought about this. My dick wasn't letting me think, but even if it had, I would probably have come to the same conclusion. I mean, I did have some qualms about being with a married woman, but then I rationalized that Tina's fucking husband had abdicated his rights to his wife. How could any asshole cheat on her? Jesus, if you weren't satisfied with her, you not only didn't deserve her, but you were either crazy or a seriously fucked up dickhead! She had more to offer her husband than any woman I had ever seen before, so I quickly ditched my reservations on his account.

Now my heart was really beating fast, and I was embarrassed. To distract myself from the awkwardness of the situation, I walked over to the postage machine without saying anything, and started putting the labels on the packages that I had brought, but before I was done, Tina came over to me, looked around to confirm that there no one was there that could see us, and then reached for my face, and grasping it with both of her hands, kissed me really passionately for a good minute, running her tongue all over the inside my mouth, and pushing her gigantic tits into my chest.

Without saying anything, she went back to her desk and sat down. I took that kiss as a promise of something that she was committed to fulfilling later that evening. I finished up doing what I was doing, then, I told Tina I would see her in a few hours, and I left with a huge erection that was clearly visible, pushing garishly against the front of my jeans.

I was incredibly excited, but I was also really nervous. I had only had sex on two occasions prior to that night and both girls were classmates of mine that I had hooked up with at parties right before the end of my senior year. I had had opportunities prior to that time, but I waited until both the girls and I were 18 years old. I didn't want to get into trouble.

Neither occasion went very well. I didn't really like either of the two and have no idea whether or not either one of them actually liked me. None of us exactly knew what the fuck we were doing. I managed to coax an orgasm out of each of the girls by eating their pussies, and I came both times, by fucking those same pussies, shooting my loads into rubbers after only two or three minutes in the missionary position. But on both occasions, everything was so awkward that I knew I would never attempt another tête-à-tête with either one of them. I was under the mistaken and disheartening impression that this was the way that sex would be for me for the rest of my pathetic, fucking life.

The bottom line was that I was really inexperienced, and I knew Tina was not, and those two facts had me worried that I would prove to be an inadequate lover, which was especially troubling for me considering that I had somehow fortuitously stumbled into a chance to be with someone as stunningly good-looking as Tina.

I took my packages to the post office, and by that time, I was done with work for the week. I drove home and jumped into the shower, beating myself off envisioning the goddess that for some reason wanted to fuck me with the added hope that by doing so, I would last a little longer that night before blowing my load. Then, I changed into clean clothes. By the time I came downstairs to talk to my mother, she was just preparing to cook dinner.

"Hey mom, don't bother cooking for me, tonight. I'm headed over to Mark's. We're gonna watch the Twins game and a grab a pizza," I lied.

"Okay, honey! Thanks for letting me know. How was work today?"

"Oh, it was fine. Nothing much happened," I lied again. "Hey mom, I think I'm gonna spend the night at Mark's too. Is that okay? We're gonna drive over to Winona tomorrow, and we're gonna leave early. Mark wants to check out the dorms there."

"Okay," she smiled, nodding her head. "Wow! It's hard to believe that in only a couple of months you'll both be leaving for school! That's exciting!"

"Yeah, I guess. I suppose we'll find out. Alright, mom, I'm heading out now. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye, honey. Be good!"

"I will," I promised – at the very least, I was going to try, maybe not in the way she expected, but I was definitely going to try.

I drove downtown to the Double Tree, arriving just before 7:00. It was right on Broadway between 1st and 2nd Street Southeast. I parked in the Civic Center parking ramp just behind the hotel and walked across the street and around to the front entrance. Then, I entered a modern and fairly ritzy lobby – at least for Rochester – and found the elevator, taking it up to the 11th floor.

When I located Room 1121, I knocked on the door. Tina answered, wearing one of the hotel's plush, terrycloth bathrobes. As soon as I was in the door, she kissed me again, just as she had done in her office. I could feel her hard nipples underneath the fabric of the robe, and I could tell that she was naked underneath.

"I've been waiting for you, Evan. I am so glad you came. I'm excited about spending the night with you! Are you excited, Evan? She looked me up and down, and I knew that I had another hard-on, and that the outline of my erection was visible through my jeans. Before I could answer, she added, "You don't have to answer that question. I can see that you are!"

"I'm kind of nervous," I said. "You know a lot more about this than I do. I just hope I can satisfy you."

"Oh Evan, you have more than enough there to satisfy me! You'll just have to trust me on that one! Over the last month or so, I have gotten so turned on seeing you get hard whenever you came to visit me! I knew that you were trying to come up with excuses to come to my office, and I can't tell you how horny that made me! I think we're both going to enjoy seeing more of each other tonight! From that very first day, I could tell that you were a lot bigger than Justin!"

And suddenly, as soon as she had said his name, she started crying again. I reached for her, put my arms around her, and tried my best to console her, but feeling her body pressed up against mine only made me more excited, and I could feel my erection getting even stiffer.

It didn't take her long to change emotions again, and I think that the rock hard erection that was rubbing against her pubic mound might have had something to do with it. "Fuck him," she said. "This wasn't the first time I caught him. And I told him if I ever caught him again, it was over. Well, I caught him again, so as far as I am concerned, he ended this marriage, not me. I've been true to him for 20 years. The first time I ever even thought about cheating on him was when I met you, and that was only a few weeks ago."

That kind of stunned me and made me even more nervous. "But are you sure, that I'm the... that I'm the right one, Tina? What if I can't...? What if I...?"

I was too embarrassed to even say the words in front of her, but then she put her finger to my lips to hush me, and said, "Don't worry. I'm going show you everything that I like, Evan, and I can tell that you will be a wonderful and attentive lover. You're too good, not to be. Now, I opened some wine. If you would like a glass, help yourself. In the meantime, you get comfortable, and I am going to slip into the bathroom to get ready. I hope you like sexy lingerie! I know I do!" Then, she gave me a quick, but meaningful kiss on the lips and disappeared into the bathroom.

I didn't really know what to do. I took off my shoes and socks, poured myself a small glass of wine, and sat down on the sofa. I really didn't drink wine, but I think that the little bit of it that I had helped. I started to calm down, just a bit, though my erection didn't completely slacken. Every time it started to soften, I got another mental picture of Tina all dressed up for me, and I got hard all over again.

After about 15 minutes, Tina emerged from the bathroom, and her entrance took my breath away. She looked even better than what I had been imagining for the past 15 minutes, and more than that, for the past month. She was wearing an emerald green, satin tapestry corset with shoulder straps. It laced up the back.

From it, her massive tits bubbled over the top, exposing at least five or six inches of cleavage, and the corset cinched tightly around her narrow waist, showcasing her hourglass figure. It gave way to black garters that clipped to her black, thigh-high silk stockings. She was also wearing black Louis Vuitton pumps. Covering her pussy was a matching satin g-string, and the area between the corset and the g-string exposed a delicious two inches or so of her smooth pubic mound and shapely hips in the front and sides and her entire tight ass, except for the black string that ran up her ass crack. She had an unbelievably toned body, and I couldn't believe that she was almost 25 years older than I was.

I nearly dropped my wine when she shimmied over to me and slid down next to me on the couch. Then, without saying anything, she turned to me, pushed her stupendous rack against me, and again took my face in her hands and kissed me even more passionately than the previous times. And then as her tongue explored my mouth, she slowly slid her right hand down my neck, unbuttoning my shirt as it traveled south until finally she reached my crotch, where, spying the outline of my cock pressed against my jeans, she started to rub the length of my erection.

"Oh sweetheart, I know that this promises to be one beautiful cock!" she said in the most gloriously sexy voice. "Oh my gosh! I am going to have fun with this thing!"

I was afraid I was going to cum in my pants. But somehow I didn't, and I figured out later exactly why. Tina had an almost sixth sense about her. She simply knew exactly how much stimulation my inexperienced cock could take, and when she knew I was getting too close to the edge, she backed off or found a new and equally sensual place to caress me.

I figured out pretty early in the evening that if I focused my attention on pleasing Tina, I was less likely to blow my load prematurely. So, I began my own round of passionate kisses that blazed a trail from Tina's mouth to her ears, neck, shoulders, and eventually to her massive tits that were pushing their way out of her corset. I pulled the corset down so I could see more of them.

Her tits were simply amazing! First and foremost, they were huge, the biggest tits I had ever seen – certainly in real life, but even in the hundreds of pornographic magazines I had looked at – the Bible to most American teenage boys like me.

And her areolas! I should confess up front that big areolas turn me on like nothing else in this world, the bigger the better, in my humble opinion, and Tina's were enormous, three or perhaps even four inches in diameter. They were so big that I couldn't begin to wrap my lips around one. They were also an indescribable color – sort of the shade of pencil erasers, though admittedly that is an imprecise depiction – and they contrasted so perfectly with the two shades of skin that she displayed so shamelessly – the creamy pale triangles of flesh that must have been covered by her bikini top when she sunbathed, and the darker bronze tan that she sported on most of the rest of her flawless body.

Finally, her areolas framed her excited nipples – hard, round tips that poked provocatively from the centers of each sensuous, pink circle, and hardened even further when I rolled them back and forth between my fingers. When I did, Tina groaned in appreciation.

Soon, I pulled her tits completely out of their satin enclosures, rolling the cups underneath those gargantuan globes so that their beauty was enhanced rather than obscured by her sexy corset, and using my mouth in ways that I was discovering in the moment, I licked, sucked, and gently bit every centimeter of her most delectable attribute. She continued to moan her approval, and from that, along with her heavy breathing, I was gaining confidence as the light from the early evening's prairie sunset began pouring through the 11th floor windows.

During the next half hour together on the couch, Tina unzipped my fly and soon had my cock out of my pants, stroking me with an insistent and experienced hand. "Oh Evan, this really is a big, beautiful cock!" she purred. Then, she began by first cupping my balls in one hand, and then running a single finger, or even just a fingernail up and down the length of my throbbing member with the other, before quite suddenly, gripping me tightly around my base before earnestly jacking me off for a minute or two until I was again just on the verge of blowing my load. But every time she had me close to orgasming, she would change things up again, and I would regain control.

One time when I was sure that my first rope was about to erupt and started to groan involuntarily, she slid two fingers past my balls and pressing deliberately on the hard mound between my scrotum and my asshole – the sensitive erogenous zone that, I would come to learn later, was my perineum – and pushing firmly with her fingers for 10 seconds or so, she soon averted the impending explosion.

Right after that near disaster, she whispered in my ear, "Honey, let's retire to the boudoir, so I can suck your sweet cock in comfort! I think I might have a big surprise in store for you!"

And so as I stood up and Tina pulled my jeans and boxer briefs off me, and then as she kissed me again with great passion, she grasped me with a vice-like grip around the base of my stiff cock again and led me to the King-sized bed. She pulled back the covers with one hand and pushed me down on my back with the other, and then she crawled between my splayed legs and took me in her mouth.

"Jesus Christ!" I gasped involuntarily. It felt so good when her soft lips wrapped around my cockhead that I almost came on the spot. Several girls had taken me in their mouths before that night, but none of them knew what the hell they were doing, and so this was a sensation unlike anything I had experienced before. And it only got better!

Soon, Tina started licking with the very tip of her tongue, all the way from my balls, up the length of my stiffness, until she reached the backside of my cockhead, where she began concentrating her tonguing. I soon discovered that she was focused on the most sensitive part of my cock, and even though she was barely touching me, I was so close to erupting that I almost couldn't stand it.

Next, she dropped her head farther, and began taking turns sucking my balls into her mouth, carefully rolling each around inside her warm orifice and running her tongue over my scrotum.

And then she went back to wrapping her lips around my bulbous head again, only this time Tina started sliding up and down my length while she again grasped me tightly around the base of my dick. Then, she began adding a little bit more suction on each stroke, and expanding the length of the strokes as well, until she was taking perhaps two-thirds of my stiffness into her mouth. She would slide her soft lips down my shaft until the path they were traveling would be blocked by her fist. I was going nuts. Now, I was writhing in ecstasy, moving my legs and my hips involuntarily, and grabbing handfuls of the sheets, trying everything in my power to hold off my climax.