The Visitor No. 01: Heather

Honestly, I don't know for sure what I said. But he got the idea. I lay back and Plato leant over me. I still wore my skirt and blouse and socks, and he still wore his shirt. I opened my legs and I felt him settle between my thighs. We kissed. Which I think was to cover our embarrassment. I reached for his cock and pulled him to my pussy. As I said, I was very wet and so he seemed to slide in easily. For a second I wasn't sure if we were doing it. But I could feel a warm, gentle pressure inside me and he began to rock back and forth. We hugged and kissed and I remember feeling I wasn't sure if I had to do something, but I lay with my legs wide apart as he rocked his hips and I could feel his erection sliding between my labia. It felt nice. Intimate. I remember thinking 'I'm actually doing this.' I felt really happy.

It wasn't long before Plato broke our kiss and even in the darkness I could make out the anxious look on his face, "I'm going to cum," he announced.

Shit! We really had not thought this through. He had no condom and I was suddenly sure I didn't want him to cum inside me. Pushing him back I felt his cock plop out of me. Pulling up my skirt to expose my tummy I announced, "Do it here," indicating with my hand on my tummy.

He gripped his erection and seemed to stroke it just once or twice before he winced and groaned and I felt his sperm on my hand and tummy. I thought it was cute and I giggled. He seemed embarrassed so I kissed him and told him it was lovely. We cuddled for a bit but I soon felt the cool wetness of his sperm on my body and I got up and dashed to the bathroom.

When I returned he was already dressed. I couldn't find my knickers but lay down again with him to cuddle and kiss for a bit. I hadn't orgasmed but it really didn't matter. I thought he was gorgeous and I was glad my first time was with him. I was pleased not to be a virgin anymore and that my first time had been really lovely. But Plato seemed awkward and embarrassed now and so it wasn't long before he made excuses and we went off to find the others.

We gathered in the lounge again and everyone seemed a bit embarrassed and I wondered if we had all had sex. Within ten minutes they had left and it was just me and Eloise who announced we should go to bed. As was now our habit we cuddled together naked in her bed. She was anxious to quiz me and I wanted to know what she had been doing too.

Confessions

"Tell me," Eloise demanded without preliminaries.

"You first," I teased her.

"No, I already told you my first time. It's your turn. Tell me!" she emphasised this instruction with a gentle dig to my ribs.

We were giggling and I related my encounter with Plato. I concluded with, "He is lovely and I am glad it was him."

"You love him?"

"No. I mean, not really. He is lovely," I repeated, "but I don't think it's any more than that. What about you I was anxious to change the subject."

"Yeah," she giggled. "But he was really quick too."

"So did you..?" I didn't need to complete the sentence.

"No. He was too quick."

"Plato too I confessed. He did it on me." I giggled.

"Wait, did he have a condom?"

"No," I sheepishly admitted.

"Shit." Even in the dark I could see her shocked expression.

"It's OK, none of his stuff was inside me."

"Shit," she repeated.

There was a pause then her tone changed, "So if you didn't get off. And I didn't get off..." she snuggled up to me. Her hot, naked body pressing into mine.

"Hmm, so what are you thinking Dr Watson?" I joked.

"Who needs boys," her lips kissed my shoulder lightly.

Under the covers I could sense that she was touching herself already. The soft rustle of her fingers on her pubes confirmed it. I immediately joined in and we lay side by side, our hips and legs pressed together, breathing softly as we played our private pleasure.

Eloise then rolled to face me and our lips brushed. I loved how this felt. The heat of her body close to mine. Her lips playing on mine. I'd been kissing so much that night that this seemed normal and a natural continuation of the evening's activities. But Eloise shuffled closer. Her lips pressed more firmly and her free hand cupped my boob and her fingers pinched my nipple. It made me gasp and Eloise giggled.

"I want to be bad," she whispered. I could feel her lips moving against mine. Without a pause she continued. "Touch my fanny and I'll touch yours."

At once her hand snaked down between my legs and she pressed her fingers to my pussy. I think I jumped.

"Sss'ok," Eloise's breath was hot on my face, "You do me too."

Her fingers pressed against my clit and made little circles. I eagerly moved my hand between her legs and copied her motions."

I felt so strange touching another girl's privates. But I adored Eloise. She was exciting and uninhibited and I loved that this felt secret, special and really naughty. I became so fixated on trying to play with her slippery pussy I had hardly noticed that we were now kissing with open mouths. Tongues searching across each other's lips. I was so turned on. My hips were rocking against her hand and she pressed herself into my hand.

Without warning Eloise rolled over on top of me. Her legs straddled my thigh and she pressed her thigh into my crotch. We were still kissing and she was humping against me. Her movements were urgent, almost frantic. We were sweating from the effort and the heat of the night.

Eloise was the first to orgasm and she shook on top of me as I hugged her close. As she relaxed she slid to the side of me, her body still draped over my side. She kissed my cheek and lips softly and asked if I had finished too.

"Not yet," I confirmed.

Without another word Eloise's hand was on my pussy and she gently fingered me. Her fingertips circled my clit and she softly kissed my cheeks and neck. It didn't take long and I shuddered and gasped as a soft orgasm cascaded over me. It wasn't one of those explosive ones. But a warming, relaxing climax that sent me into a contented sleep in the arms of my best girlfriend. I was a very happy girl. A virgin no longer.

I stayed with Eloise until the weekend her parents came home. Plato and Mark visited us most evenings and it always ended up with us going to bed with them -- separate rooms of course. Eloise had supplied me with condoms and Plato gained in confidence and we had lots of sex. Afterwards Eloise and I always cuddled and compared notes. When she told me how she had given Mark a blow job I wanted to do that to Plato. The next evening I surprised him. We were kissing in the bedroom as usual when I giggled and sunk to my knees. I took out his cock and kissed it. Then licked it and took him between my lips. He orgasmed quickly and I got a surprise mouthful of sperm. I confess that it wasn't my favourite experience. But I was glad to add that to my repertoire. Afterwards Eloise scolded me that I should have made him warn me. I made a mental note to do that next time.

Uncle Bob

It was a few days later and I was back at Pat and Bob's. After breakfast on my third day there I dressed in my bikini and went to relax by the pool. In the summer it was only really possible to sunbathe in the early morning. By noon it was fiercely hot and I couldn't take it.

I think I was gently dozing when a voice broke into my daydream, "There you are." Uncle Bob emerged onto the terrace. He was in his swimming trunks -- remember those tight little speedos?

His body wasn't bad. Obviously he looked a bit old and wrinkly to my young eyes but I guess he had the look of a man who had been very fit and was now a little out of shape. He had a rich tan and a light sprinkling of greying hair on his chest. His long legs and his broad shoulders along with his muscular arms gave him a powerful air. Only the slight sagging belly betrayed his lack of fitness.

"Hello Uncle Bob," I gave him a happy greeting. I did genuinely like him. He was kind and cheerful and always complimented me. I also loved his racy sense of humour. By today's standards of course he would have been creepy and predatory. But back then he had a suave charm. There was always an edge of danger to his manner towards me and that morning he continued his seductive flirting.

"Patty's out for the day shopping with Maude, so I have you all to myself," he gave a salacious grin.

"You are a bad man," I giggled at him.

"I can't help it you look so gorgeous in your little bikini," he chuckled, "Mind if I join you?"

He settled himself on the lounger next to mine. We chatted and made small talk for a while but by about 11 am it was already too hot.

"Come inside and I'll fix you a drink," Bob offered and I followed him inside.

It was cool indoors and he went to the kitchen while I sat on a sofa and curled my legs up beside me. I don't think I deliberately chose the sofa, but in retrospect I suppose it did sort of invite him to sit next to me. He returned with two large glasses of a pale green drink containing crushed ice and sat close to me.

"I made Margarita's, you had this before?" he handed me one of the drinks.

"No. Is it alcohol?" I remember asking naively.

"Yes, a little, just enjoy it. It's really refreshing."

I sipped it and it was lovely. Cold, sweet and tangy. My legs were folded towards Uncle Bob and he placed his hand on my knee as he asked, "You like it?"

"Yes, very much," his hand was hot on my skin. It remained there while we talked and I sipped the cooling drink until most of the colour was drained from the ice. He took my glass and went to the kitchen returning with a refill.

"As I took it I commented, "I hope this isn't strong or I'll be drunk."

"Don't worry, we're all alone and I'll take care of you." As he sat he lifted my heels and urged, "Just relax and enjoy your drink." He moved my legs across his lap. I could feel the heat of his sun-warmed thighs against the backs of my knees. I wasn't stupid. My rapid sex education so far on the holiday had taught me enough to know that this was definitely more than a paternal gesture. But I think I was curious, or flattered, or maybe just a little bit open to seeing what would happen. I suppose I was still exploring the limits of my power to attract men. So I let him do this and didn't complain when his hand came to rest on my thigh.

I drank and he told me how he was glad I was staying with them. As he chatted he nonchalantly stroked my leg. It was nice. His hand was warm and surprisingly soft. I liked it. We both finished our drinks and he took the glass from me and set it with his on the table behind the sofa. His hands immediately returned to my legs but now one hand was gently massaging my feet while the other stroked along my thighs.

Maybe it was the slight glow of two Margaritas or maybe it was my awakening from my experiences with Plato and Eloise. I should have felt vulnerable laying there in my bikini and being touched by Bob. But I was feeling naughty and curious. I decided to allow myself to be seduced if that was his game.

His hands wandered up and down my legs. As I have said, I wasn't a showy girl and my bikini was less skimpy than some I had seen. But it still only barely covered my shape. His hand now strayed onto my tummy. I never had a taut body and his hand smoothed over my soft tummy, circling my belly button.

"You are a gorgeous little thing," without warning his hand flattened and edged under the waistband of my briefs. At once his fingers laced through my pubes and pressed the top of my mound. I gasped and jerked, mostly in surprise. But just as he had in his car at the airport he interpreted my reaction as an invitation and his free hand gently clasped my ankle and spread my legs a little. "God you are a hot little peach." Or maybe he said I had a hot little peach. I honestly can't remember as his fingers probed my opening pussy and I remember feeling a little giddy but definitely aroused.

For a moment we lay like this. My eyes were closed as he touched me intimately, massaging my clit and I couldn't help but squirm and moan a little. Again he was encouraged. Though to tell the truth there was really no turning back at that point. I was up for whatever he had in mind. But his impression of my innocence was working to my advantage. He didn't rush as I suppose he thought I might just bolt at any second.

He leaned across me and I sensed him moving close. The sweet scent of his aftershave and tobacco and the heat of his naked torso touching my side. I felt his lips on my shoulder as his fingers kept a steady rhythm on my clit. He kissed across my chest and up to my neck. His kisses were nice and the sensation was accentuated by the soft scratchiness of his moustache. The effect gave me goosebumps. I was giving myself up to this mature lover and anticipating the pleasure to come. His kisses had travelled up to my chin and then to my lips. His tongue probed my mouth and I could taste the lime-sweetness of his drink and the musky scent of his pipe tobacco. I do realise that by today's standards that probably sounds awful. But to me then it felt manly and potent. In contrast to Plato's youthfully smooth face, and even Eloise's soft, lips this felt exciting and dangerous and very sexy.

He had moved up alongside me and his large frame now positioned half over me. His weight on my body felt hot and strong and he seemed to envelope me. His hand was still on my pussy but he had pushed my briefs part way down my thighs. His fingers now gently tracing along my labia. I could feel the lack of resistance from the oily wetness of my pussy and knew he must realise I was not going to resist him.

Next thing he pushed my briefs all the way down and I remember helping to kick them off my feet. So I was now openly helping to prepare myself for this man. In a swift move that I can hardly recall he had removed my top. He stroked my now fully exposed body and whispered compliments to me about how soft and full my boobs were, how I felt so warm and soft, and how I was making him feel. He reassured me that he would take care of me, and not to be afraid. I wasn't in the least afraid. I was a newly unleashed sexual being and I wanted this, I was agreeing to it; I was eager for it.

He half rolled off me and wriggled his own pants off his legs. I was genuinely thrilled to see his naked body. Well if I am honest, to see his naked cock. Plato's had been the first cock I could claim any familiarity with. I was excited to see another. I was confronted with Bob's long, thick hard rod. It seemed almost unnaturally straight and was topped with a large head. A significant contrast to Plato's perfectly average cock. Instinctively I reached out for it and clasped it, giggling like a silly girl (which of course I still was back then.)

"You're a keen little thing."

"I want to look," I was wide eyed and almost breathless with excitement.

"Be my guest," Uncle Bob chuckled. He sat back opening his legs and I knelt between his thighs and clasped his cock. It felt so hard and my fingertips just about touched as I squeezed my hand around it. My other hand delved to his large balls and my fingers explored the heavy globes covered in dense pubic hair. I remember the pubes were surprisingly soft and the balls felt taut and heavy in my small hand. I cupped them and squeezed experimentally.

"Steady there sweetheart." He seemed to twitch. "Them's precious jewels." I giggled and looked up into his face. He looked so handsome I remember feeling a wave of emotion or lust or something. I wanted to please him.

"Show me how," I asked excitedly.

Bob smiled and clasped his hand over mine on his shaft, "Like this," he demonstrated by moving my hand up and down slowly. I watched as his foreskin rucked up around the head and then stretched out again in time to the slow rise and fall of my hand. "That's right, nice and steady." I followed his instructions and slowly pumped his large cock while switching my fascinated gaze from it to his eyes and back again.

"Good girl. Play with it," he encouraged me.

"Am I doing it right?" I knew I was of course, but I wanted him to confirm it.

"Yes, you are." He smiled at me. "Take your time. You are a gorgeous little thing and I want to enjoy this."

I giggled and stroked his cock. It was exciting. Even more so than the things I had done with Plato and Eloise. This felt really grown-up and the fact that it was taboo I think just added to the thrill. Bob went to move forward to change position. But I was too eager to see what would happen if I kept going and stopped him.

"No. Let me." I blurted.

"Why not. OK then my sexy girl, finish me off."

For the next few minutes I stroked his cock just as he had shown me and he gave me encouragement and a running commentary on how I was doing. "Good girl. Stroke it nice and easy. That's right. Perfect girl."

His compliments pleased me and I wanted to give him more. I wanted to show him I was an accomplished lover. He was staring at me, clearly enjoying the attention. "Shall I use my mouth?" I asked. He just grinned in reply. I bent to kiss the large head of his cock. I thought it was too big to take in my mouth so I kissed it all over and played my tongue over it.

"Oh you are a little minx after all," he grinned at me. "What other little tricks do you know?" This made me feel really brave and I put my lips around the head as best I could and flicked my tongue over it. I sensed the oily secretion and I could taste the saltiness of his sperm. After my experience with Plato I was suddenly scared of gagging on a mouthful of sperm and reared back. I looked to see if he had ejaculated. He hadn't, I had just learned about oozing pre-cum. I smiled up at him and he nodded his approval and my hand quickened on his shaft.

Soon he exclaimed. "Ah fuck you're going to make me shoot." As soon as he said that his cockhead erupted with a thick rope of sperm whirling out to land on my arm and thigh. Then another and another. I was delighted and giggled and pumped his cock eager for more. He groaned and jerked at each spasm and slowly the eruptions subsided until just a final blob of creamy white sperm oozed out of the tip and slowly ran down over my fingers.

"You are too much. What will I do with you?" Bob got up and left returning with towels and we wiped ourselves clean. "Ok darling, Lie back. Open your legs." I did as instructed. And Bob kissed me on the lips before moving down my body. He kissed each boob and sucked my nipples into his mouth. His approach was much firmer than Eloise's and it sent shivers through my body as he sucked hard on each nipple. He left them wet and stiffly erect as he moved down my body. They ached for attention and I instinctively pinched them to sustain the wonderfully intense sensation.

He descended down my tummy and I felt his kisses on my thighs then on my pussy. I gasped as his tongue licked my labia and pressed into the sensitive bud crowning my pussy. This was delicious. I'd never felt such instantaneous pleasure. It felt at once like I was right on the brink. I squirmed and moaned aloud.

"Yes, Uncle Bob. That's amazing." To my disappointment he stopped and moved up to kiss me passionately.

"You are delicious," he said in his rich baritone between kisses.

But I wanted more of the kisses on my pussy. "Kiss my cunny again please Uncle Bob," I hadn't meant for that to sound so Lolita-ish but is seemed to inspire him.

He chuckled, "You're a good girl." He immediately returned to lick me and I was soon writhing in pleasure as he lapped and sucked my cunt lips driving me right to the edge. "Yes, yes, yes, oh Uncle Bob you're going to make me cream."

He sucked my clit deep into his mouth and I felt my insides churn and spasm as a powerful climax overwhelmed me. I squirmed and moaned as each wave of pleasure surged through me. It was the most powerful climax I had enjoyed in my young life then. It took some moments to regain my breath. I remember feeling hot and sweaty and listless. My breathing slowly returned to normal and I opened my eyes to see Bob's face smiling over mine.