BAD DAUGHTERS
(series collection VOL. 1)
Erica Sloane
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Also
by Erica Sloane
THE YOUNG AND THE TOPLESS (Bad Daughters series, #1)
VIRGIN CRUISE(Bad Daughters series, #2)
STEPSISTER SPRING BREAK(Bad Daughters series, #3)
MOTHER OF THE GROOM
MOTHER OF THE GROOM 2
THE BUYER’S AGENT
MAKE ME LOSE CONTROL
AND HOLLY MAKES THREE
MRS. BROCK’S SECRET
EYES ON IT
EROTIC BUNDLE (Vol. 1)
Contents
Madison
I’ll be honest. It wasn’t the first time I saw a guy’s cock. It was just the first time I saw one in person. I touched it, too. Actually, I did more than that. It was also the first time that a guy ever touched my naked boobs. And when he put his finger in my pussy, I thought it was the most intense feeling ever.
I bet a lot of girls would describe their first time like that. It was kind of how I always imagined it. I just never thought it would happen with a guy who was old enough to be my dad.
I guess I should start at the beginning…
My name is Madison Wells. I’m 18 years old and I guess you could say I’ve been a “good girl” because I was raised in a strict household.
My parents almost never let me go out on dates. The few times that they did, it was always to a school dance where teachers and other parents would be there watching everything that was happening. And I always had to be home earlier than everyone else.
I guess I was lucky that Jeremy even wanted to ask me to go to the senior prom knowing that while almost everyone else would be partying afterwards, I would have to be home and he would be without his date. But before the night was over, he did kiss me. And he touched my boob over my dress. It was in the back of one of my friend’s dad’s van and there were, like, ten of us and it was on the way home from the dance. Seriously. That’s all I’ve ever done with a guy.
Don’t think I’m lame or something. It’s not that I didn’t want to kiss boys. It’s not that I wouldn’t let a boy touch me or that I didn’t want to touch them back. It’s just that growing up in my house is what I imagine a prison to be like.
The first time I saw a guy’s cock was when I was hanging out with two of my friends, both girls, and we saw one on a late-night cable movie. It was several years ago. I remember looking at it and thinking it was huge and wondering if it was always that big. (I didn’t know much about them at the time, so don’t laugh.) I saw the girl in the movie touch it and then she put the end of it in her mouth. We changed the channel after that because we couldn’t stop giggling and we were worried about getting caught.
I was really scared my parents would find out. They probably would have put me in a convent and forced me to be a nun.
What really sucks is that my brother, Sam, is allowed to do just about anything he wants. He even had girls in his bedroom before. It was so unfair.
I just finished high school and it took forever to talk my parents into letting me get a new summer job. The last couple of years I worked in a movie theater. I got to see some free movies but other than it was boring.
So when I found out about this cruise company hiring young people to work as activity leaders I wanted to do it so bad. It would be my first taste of freedom. Plus I had never been on a cruise ship before. It sounded like fun and I wasn’t going to let up until they said yes. They finally did.
I got hired, went to the orientation and did all the training. I was part of the activity staff where I would be helping the coordinators organize different activities on the cruise. So I’d be having fun, getting a paycheck and best of all I would be away from my parents (who I call the wardens) for a lot of the summer.
The cruise went from Port Canaveral in Florida, less than an hour from my house. It sailed to the Bahamas, where people could stay a few nights.
The first three trips were awesome. It was like nothing I had ever done before. My first paycheck made me feel rich. It was way more than I ever made working at the movie theater.
I’ve made a few friends since I got this job. I mostly hang out with two other girls, Christina and Molly, and this one guy, Chris. He’s pretty cool, but not I just see him as a friend. He knows a lot about music and always has the latest stuff. The girls I hang out with are so much like me it’s scary.
Molly is kind of our ring-leader, I guess you could say. She’s always finding ways for us to have fun and do things we shouldn’t be doing. On the last cruise she stole a bottle of rum and we drank it and had to act like we were seasick the next day, which is not a good thing if your job is all about being at sea. We just couldn’t tell our supervisor that we were hung over.
Another thing you should know about Molly. Yeah, she’s fun and all, but she’s stuck up. She’s one of those people that always seems to have a better story than you do. She has to one-up everything you say. I just let it go, and so does Christina, but we don’t like it. Chris has never said anything about it. Whatever.
The fourth trip is where it got way more intense than I ever thought.
There was this group of, like, ten guys who came on board. They weren’t with their wives or families. They were laughing it up and acted like they had escaped from somewhere. Kind of like how I felt.
I didn’t recognize him at first but later in the afternoon when everyone was boarding, I saw him in the group. He saw me too, after he looked up from staring at my boobs.
*****
Mr. Holden
My name is Brad Holden. This all happened when I had just turned 42 and it was also the twentieth anniversary of my college graduation. I was still close with a lot of my college buddies—I saw most of them a few times a year, some just once a year, but we always made it a point to get together when we could.
There were weekend golfing trips, but nothing like what we had planned for this year, because it was special. We decided to take a cruise to the Bahamas, enjoy a couple of days of golf on the island paradise and really live it up. No wives, no kids. Just the guys.
Some of the guys lived far away and had to fly into Orlando, but I still lived in the same place, less than an hour from the port where the ship left.
When I told Meredith, my wife, she thought it was a great idea. She had gone on trips with some of her old friends and had always encouraged me to stay in touch with mine.
We boarded the ship shortly after noon, found our rooms and then met for drinks at one of the outdoor bars on the main deck. That’s when I noticed the girl.
She wore white sneakers, white socks, white shorts and a blue t-shirt with the logo of the cruise line on it. The first thing that caught my eye was her ass. Those shorts were really short, and about as tight as they could get without ripping. Her legs were tan and shapely. I was staring at her ass when she turned. My eyes rose to see her standing sideways, displaying a nice profile of her tits. They weren’t big but they were perky. Just as they should be on a young girl.
When my gaze got to her face, I couldn’t have been more surprised.
It was Madison Wells, one of my English students. Well, one of my former students, back when she was a sophomore in high school. Which, I should add, was only three years ago. I had gotten to know her parents a little during that school year. They were very active in their daughter’s education and requested more than the usual number of parent/teacher conferences. They wanted to make sure Madison was doing well in the class and that she was on the straight and narrow, not getting into trouble. I thought it was a little over the top but it was part of my job.
Early in the second semester that year, Madison was starting to fail quizzes and it was clear to me that she had barely opened the book we were reading at that point. I thought it was because she liked a boy in the class and she was distracted by him. So—just doing my job again—I mentioned it to her parents when they came in for our next conference.
After that, she caught up in her class work, but there was something new about her. A glare. Directed at me. She obviously didn’t like the fact that I had told her parents the truth, even though they would find out eventually.
I treated her the same, just like I did all my students. I take that back. I treated her the same in terms of grades and class work expectations. But I treated her differently in terms of how sometimes I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
Would it be bad of me to admit that I always thought Madison had the potential to grow up to be a stunning woman? Well, I have to admit it. She was distracting. I never went outside the boundaries of pure professionalism, though. Did I want to? I’ll plead the Fifth on that.
Anyway, I guess I was surprised to see her on the ship because I rarely run into students, current or former, unless they stop by the school a couple of years later so say hello. I have a few who do that.
Madison had just graduated, though. Barely a few weeks before the cruise, in fact. And there I was, checking out the backside view of this hot chick who turned out to be her.
I couldn’t help it. Screw it. I’ll just say it. She looked hot as hell. Maybe I wouldn’t have to feel awkward about this during the cruise. Maybe she just worked the boarding phase of it.
We made eye contact and she smiled and gave me a little wave. I did the same, wondering if she might be judging me because of the size of the mug of beer I was holding. But why should that matter? It was a cruise. People drink and have fun on cruises. And Madison worked on the boat. There was nothing wrong with it. The drinking part, I mean. As for whether she thought it was wrong of me to be staring at her body, I have no idea. All I know is that she definitely caught me looking.
*****
Madison
Mr. Holden checking me out! Ha. I didn’t know if he knew who he was looking at right away because I had my back to him. But when I turned to the side and saw him, he was looking at my tits. I know it.
I was mad at him for most of the second semester. He busted me because I liked Jeremy. Like I mentioned before I still got to go out with Jeremy but it was more difficult thanks to Mr. Holden. Eventually I got over it. Mostly, anyway. I still held a grudge.
That afternoon on the ship, I was standing in a group of some other passengers when all of this started. Mr. Holden was with that big group of guys I told you about. I waved and he waved back. I wasn’t sure if I should go over there or not, but he kept looking over at me as I answered questions for boarding passengers. When things slowed down a little, I went over there.
“Hey, Mr. Holden.”
“Madison. Hi. How’s your summer going so far?”
“Great,” I said. “This is my fourth cruise already.”
“So you’re going out with us?”
“What do you mean?”
He said, “I just wasn’t sure if you worked during the boarding or what.”
“Nope. I go all the way.”
Okay, that was stupid to say and I didn’t mean it to sound like that. But it was already out there and he didn’t seem to react to it in a strange way.
Mr. Holden was sipping beer from this huge mug. When he let the glass down he said, “I don’t think we’ve talked since your junior year.”
I was surprised that he remembered. Honestly, I couldn’t. “I guess not. Probably because I was in the new building all year.”
“Right,” he said. “It’s nice over there.”
“The air conditioner works better than the other building.”
“I don’t doubt it,” he said. “But I’m stuck over there for now.”
Then I remembered that my little sister was going to be in his English class when school started up again. “I think Jenna’s going to be in your class.”
“That’s right! I completely forgot. Don’t give her any of your old tests or papers.”
Thankfully, he laughed when he said that. I almost thought he was serious.
“I won’t,” I said. “I didn’t keep them anyway.”
We had more small talk, but it was kind of boring, so I’ll skip ahead and tell you something I never told anyone.
I’m pretty sure he used to check me out when he was my teacher. I don’t know if he looked at all the girls that way. Maybe he did. All I know is that sometimes I would catch him looking at my legs or sometimes at my tits. They were way smaller than they are now.
I don’t mean to sound conceited or bratty or anything, but I think I’m good looking. I keep in shape. And I got my mom’s genes. She is thin and has big boobs. Mine aren’t really big yet but my mom told me hers continued to get bigger all through college and mine probably would, too. Whatever. I like them the way they are.
I wasn’t scared of him or anything. I just thought he might be a lonely guy or something. Okay, maybe a little weird for looking at a girl my age. But he was just looking.
And he was just looking there on the ship too. He would probably look whenever he got the chance. Oh well.
*****
Mr. Holden
Madison said she had to get back to work. I told her to have fun and that I’d probably see her around the ship. She gave me a strange look. I’m not sure why. Of course she’d see me around the ship. We were on a cruise for several days, and aside from the time spent ashore in the Bahamas, we’d both be on this boat in the middle of the ocean.
Damn, she looked better than I remembered. Not seeing her for a year made it a little more surprising, I guess. She was clearly more of a woman, but she still had that baby-face, that cute and innocent smile and that high voice. Two seconds in her presence proved that she was younger than she looked from afar.
Eighteen is legal. I didn’t have anything to be ashamed of. But that didn’t stop my buddies from making a joke out of my visit with Madison after she walked away.
“Baby sitter?” said one of my friends.
Another said, “She looks like she needs a baby sitter.”
“Funny guys,” I said. Actually it was kind of funny. “She was a student of mine.”
“I’d like to teach her a thing or two.”
“Two inches, right?”
The guys went back and forth like that for a few minutes, but their attention quickly changed back to the beer and people-watching.
I kept thinking about Madison. I know, I should have put it out of my mind right then and there. It was wrong. But you can’t blame a guy for looking at an attractive female, even if she was young enough to be my daughter.
*****
Madison
The first night of that cruise, when we were all off the clock, Chris, Molly, Christina and I were out on the bow of the ship. It was raining but we were under a covered area. Molly said she tried to get some wine but couldn’t. Chris was kind of bummed. Christina said we should just go watch a movie or something.
That’s when Molly said, “Oh my God. You guys saw Titanic, right?”
We all nodded and said a collective, “Yeah.”
“The ‘kind of the world’ part? Where Leonardo—God, he’s so hot—he stands up on the bow and yells ‘I’m the kind of the world!’”
“What about it?” Chris said.
“Let’s do it.” Molly looked at Christina. “You go first.”
“No way. I’m not standing out there.”
“Fine. Chris, you do it.”
Chris said, “I hate that movie. It’s a chick flick.”
“No it’s not,” Molly said. “And you’d just be doing that one thing. Come on.”
“Why don’t you do it, since it was your idea?” Chris stared at Molly when he said it.
“I’ll do it. What’s the big fuckin’ deal?” Molly looked down at her own chest. “Actually, since it’s raining you’ll be able to see through my shirt.”
“Then do it with your shirt off,” Chris said, and we all laughed.
We were still in the uniforms that we wore at night. T-shirts were for daytime. White button-down shirts were for night.
“Very funny.” Molly looked through the falling rain, out to the bow. “You know what? Maybe I will do it with my shirt off.”
Chris scoffed. “You’re not gonna take your shirt off out here.”
“Then I’ll do it with my shirt open. How’s that?”
“Bra off?” Christina asked.
We all looked at her. It was a strange question.
“Yeah,” Chris said. “Bra off. Christina wants to see your titties.”
“No, I don’t!” Christina said. “It was just a dare.”
A look appeared on Molly’s face and then she said the words to match it: “You don’t think I’ll do it on a dare?”
That’s how it got started. Molly did it. Christina did it. Then Chris said he would do it and we were all, like, “You’re a guy!”
Then they tried to get me to do it. Honestly, I probably wouldn’t have hesitated if Molly had managed to get that wine. After a couple of minutes they talked me into it.
I didn’t want them not to like me or think I wasn’t fun, so I did it.
I unbuttoned my shirt, unhooked my bra and ran out there to the bow. The rain was lighter but it was still hitting me in the eyes. I got up on the bow, on the end, as far as you could possibly go.
I opened my shirt, spread my arms and yelled the “king of the world” line.
“Turn around!” Molly yelled.
I turned around and Molly and Christina were yelling, “Woo hoo!”
Behind them, right around the corner, I saw a group of guys looking.
One of them was Mr. Holden.
*****
Mr. Holden
It had been a long, long time since I last saw teenage tits. I mean out in the wild like that. Yes, I’d seen some at a strip club probably, and certainly once in a while in a porn. But just right there, unexpected? Never. And of course the last thing I ever thought is that they would be the teen tits of a former student, let alone those of Madison Wells.
Four of us had been walking around the entire ship before going inside to a bar when it started to rain. The closest entrance was near the bow and that’s when we saw the redhead girl (I don’t know her name) running from the tip of the bow with her shirt open and her bra dangling from around her neck. She huddled in with a small group of friends, maybe three others, and they didn’t notice us.
Then, shockingly, I saw Madison run out there. She got as far as you can go out on the bow, spread her arms and her shirt flew open. When she turned around I saw that she also had removed her bra.
Then she saw me, covered up and started to run back to the group.
The guys and I went inside and found the bar. Along the way, there was a lot of talk about how we wished we had some dollar bills to tip the strippers, and jokes about us picking the right ship to take a cruise because who could ask for anything better than hot girls running around with their titties bouncing? I played along with the jokes, but I was stunned about Madison. None of the guys seemed to remember that she was the same girl I talked to earlier when we boarded.
Maybe they were too distracted by the tits. I almost was.
*****
Madison
I was so fucking embarrassed! Mr. Holden saw my boobs!
Then I got worried. What if he was the same Mr. Holden who liked to tell parents when their kids were doing something they shouldn’t be doing? And my sister Jenna would be in his class in just a couple of months, which meant he would definitely be talking to my parents.
Later that night I found out which cabin he was staying in and went there. I knocked on the door and when he answered he looked very tired. Maybe a little drunk.
“Hi,” I said.
“Madison…” He was surprised to see me.
I looked both ways down the hall, then back at him and said, “Can I come in?”
He opened the door wider and stepped aside. I went into the room and turned around. He closed the door. He was wearing a t-shirt and what looked like workout shorts or something. His hair was a little messed up.
“Were you sleeping?”
“No,” he said. “I was just watching a movie.”
The TV wasn’t on but his laptop was on the bed. I figured he must have been watching something on that. I could kind of see the screen and it looked like there was a picture of a naked girl on it. Was he watching porn? He must have paused it when I knocked on the door.
I really didn’t want to see. I looked back at him and he did look a little embarrassed. I said, “About earlier…”
He looked at me with his eyebrows raised. Not good.
What I said next came out very fast because I was so nervous. “Mr. Holden, please don’t tell anyone. Please. I don’t want to lose this job. My parents would kill me. They’d hate me. I never do anything bad. It was just that my friends were doing it and I went along with them. Please. I’ll do anything…”
He still wasn’t saying anything. I was getting really worried.
Finally he said, “Madison, don’t worry. I’m not going to tell anyone.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks. I shouldn’t have been out there doing…that.”
“That? You don’t even want to say it?”
“Well, no,” I said.
“Showing off your tits.”
I felt a rush of blood to my head when he said it. I blush easily.
“You’re blushing.”
See?
“I know I am. I wish you wouldn’t have seen that. And not just because I thought you might tell.”
He took a deep breath, looked around the room and leaned back against the wall. Then he said something that shocked the hell out of me. “I liked what I saw.”
I didn’t know what to say. I was embarrassed more than ever. But I was also kind of flattered, I guess. Why would this older guy even look at me that way?
He said, “So you’d really do anything, huh?”
“What?”
“You said you would do anything. A minute ago. Remember?”
“Well, yeah, but—”
“How about letting me see them here?” He had a serious look on his face. I knew he wasn’t kidding.
Another rush of blood went to my head. I was embarrassed again, but also thought I should just do it and get it over with.
“I’ve always thought you were so pretty,” he said.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
Mr. Holden thought I was pretty. Wow. I’m not saying I think I’m ugly or anything, but I just never even thought a guy who is old enough to be my dad would think I was pretty.
“You show me yours,” he continued. “And I’ll show you mine.”
“Ummm….”
“What?” He turned his head to the side a little, like he was curious about what I was thinking. “Don’t tell me you’ve never seen one before.”
I shook my head. “I haven’t. Well, I mean, like, I saw one in a movie once. Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Were you watching a movie like that on your laptop?”
Mr. Holden laughed a little. “Busted.”
“You were!”
He nodded. “You caught me. But maybe now that you’re here…I won’t have to watch it.”
“I don’t….I mean, I’m….I’m not sure I should be here.”
“Come on. Just a flash,” he said. “You’re not a virgin, are you?”
There it was. The question I was dreading and didn’t want to answer.
“I am.”
He looked surprised. “That’s pretty rare these days, or so I hear, anyway. Just let me see them.”
I thought about it for a minute and then said, “Just for a second.”
“Fine.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this!” I said, and I laughed a little, probably from being nervous. I know I was blushing when I unbuttoned the shirt and he saw my bra. “They’re not that big.”
“I don’t care,” he said.
I lifted my bra up from the bottom and closed my eyes. I was feeling so weird. I held my bra up but before I could put it down I felt him standing right in front of me. I opened my eyes.
“One little touch,” he said. Before I could answer, he cupped one of my boobs in his hand and ran his thumb over my nipple. I felt tingly.
“This nipple got hard pretty quick.” He smiled and kept doing that thing with his thumb. “Do you want to keep your eyes closed?”
I closed my eyes and said, “Yes.”
Mr. Holden was squeezing my boob, then he put his other hand on the other one and did the same thing. I opened my eyes a little but was kind of looking down so he couldn’t tell they were open. I watched him feeling me up. My nipples were really poking out. I closed my eyes again and wondered how long he was going to do that.
Then I felt his mouth on one of my nipples. I moved back a little and when I looked at him, his head was still down. He had to kind of bend over a little because he was so much taller than me.
“Are we done yet?” I said.
“No. You’re so gorgeous. I want you to take your shirt and bra off completely.”
The strange thing was, I kind of wanted to. This was the first time a guy had ever touched my naked boobs. And the first time a guy had ever sucked on my nipples. I trusted him, I guess because I had known him for a long time.
And then that reminded me that I knew he was married.
“What about your wife?” I asked.
“She’s not here.”
“Yeah, I know. That’s what I mean.”
“No one will find out,” he said.
He moved toward me and really took control. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to do but I didn’t exactly try to stop him, either.
Mr. Holden started touching my boobs again. He worked my shirt over my shoulders and it dropped to the floor. He unhooked the bra and that fell, too. All of a sudden I was standing there, topless, with my old teacher.
Old is right! Ha.
But his hands felt good and it surprised me that I thought that.
He started sucking on my nipples again, going back and forth to one and then the other. While he was doing that he grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch. I swear I was almost scared of what I felt. He was hard as hell! And it felt big, too. All I could think about was that it felt like that through his pants. What if it was out? Wow.
*****
Mr. Holden
I don’t know how honest she’s being in her story. She seems to be acting like she wasn’t all that nervous, but I could tell she was. I sensed it in her voice and in her body language. I also felt it. She was trembling a little bit. And I’m sure it wasn’t a chill.
There was something a little shy about Madison. It was something I had noticed around school and in class. I suppose this was the ultimate shy moment before her. A virgin? Holy shit. I had a cute 18 year-old virgin alone with me in my cabin on this cruise. What a dream. But it was no dream at all; it was real.
She had the most incredibly…I want to say “fresh” little tits. They weren’t that big, but there was enough to make them jiggle, enough to squeeze, enough to bury my face in when I took her entire nipple into my mouth and pressed into her.
I was so damn hard. She was turning me on in a way that I haven’t been turned on in a long time and she wasn’t even doing anything—just standing there with her shirt off, letting me feel her tits and suck on her nipples. Actually, I could have done that for longer than I did, but…
I wanted her to touch my cock.
That’s when I took her wrist and placed her hand over my cock. Her hand remained flat against the fabric. But because they were cotton shorts, they weren’t really doing much to hold me back. I looked down and saw how my erection was making the shorts poke out. I looked at her face and saw that she was looking down there, too.
I said, “What do you think?”
“It’s big,” she said.
“You’re the one who’s making it so big. Rub it up and down.”
She did just as I told her.
“Never felt one before?”
“No,” she said in a quiet voice.
“I think you should touch it for real. Put your hand in my shorts.”
When her fingertips slid beneath the waistband of my shorts, I got even more turned on, knowing that in a second she would be holding my hard cock. And then I felt her fingers touch the head. She kept touching it like that.
“It feels wet,” she said.
“That’s precum. You’re making it really excited.”
She looked up at me.
I said, “Want to see it up close?”
“Uh huh.”
“Kneel down.”
She knelt before me, looking at the bulge in my shorts. I pulled the front of them down and my cock sprang out, right in front of her face.
“Oh my god,” she said, and laughed a little. Her face blushed. She was embarrassed, maybe a little shocked, and I liked it.
“See how hard it is? You did that to me.”
“Sorry,” she said.
I chuckled. “No need to be sorry. But you should touch it and see what happens.”
She reached up and tried to wrap her little fingers around the shaft, but couldn’t. She squeezed. A droplet of precum fell from the head and landed on her thigh.
“Move your hand back and forth,” I said.
She took direction very well.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never given a handjob.”
She looked up at me. “This is the first time I’ve touched one.”
“Good. I’m glad I’m your first.”
*****
Madison
I knew what I was doing was wrong and bad. The way this all happened wasn’t exactly good, either. I didn’t feel forced, though. Yeah, he had me in a situation where I had to do practically anything he said because I didn’t want to get in trouble. But to tell you the truth, I was liking it.
When I reached into his pants I almost couldn’t believe what I was feeling. It was so stiff. The end of it was soft, though. It was also wet and I had no idea what that was until he told me.
Like I said, this was the first time I had ever touched one so I didn’t know what to think, like, was it big compared to others or what. But it sure did feel big.
It looked big too. When he dropped his shorts and the thing just jumped right out and almost hit me in the face, I know my face probably looked surprised. I was just glad it didn’t actually touch my face!
When he told me to touch it and to rub it back and forth, I just did what he said because I knew he wanted it that way.
You might think I’m lame or something because I had never given a handjob before but whatever. Every girl has to have her first time. Mine just happened to be with an old teacher of mine.
I kept rubbing it and squeezing it and more of that precum stuff was coming out of the tip. Mr. Holden told me to rub it around the head and the rest of his cock. It got slick and my hand moved easier. He told me to go faster, so I did.
I kept rubbing it while holding it tight and then it started to feel like it was throbbing. Mr. Holden grabbed my hand and pulled it away from his cock.
“What?” I said.
“We just need to slow down a little. Maybe not use your hand so much.”
“Okay….”
He said, “Let’s try it in your mouth.”
“But I…I don’t know what to do.”
“It’s okay,” he said. “I’ll tell you.”
I wasn’t sure I wanted to do all that. I mean, I was curious about it and everything, but the main thing keeping me from doing it was that I had no idea how to do it and I would feel stupid. Again there was some conflict in me. Like I said, I was hesitant but on the other hand if he said he would teach me, then maybe it wouldn’t make me feel so weird about not knowing if I was doing it right.
“You worry too much,” he said. “I can see it on your face.”
“Sorry.”
“No. Stop saying you’re sorry. You’re so hot. I want you to do it so bad.”
I looked at his cock again. He reached down and grabbed it, squeezed it and I saw how big it got when it throbbed.
“Wow. It might not even fit.” I laughed.
“We’ll find out. Just start by licking it.”
I held his cock in my hand and stuck my tongue out. I touched the tip my tongue to the head and it tasted kind of salty. I guess that was the precum he was talking about. When I pulled my head back there was a long string of it connecting my tongue to his dick.
“That’s good,” he said.
I did it again and then started licking the rest of it, the long part. There were veins popping out on it, I guess from all the blood going into his cock to make it hard.
“Touch my balls.”
I reached up and gently touched them with the palm of my hand. They were smooth and big. He didn’t have much hair down there at all so I guess he trimmed it or something. I rolled his balls around in my hand while my tongue went back and forth on the sides of his shaft.
*****
Mr. Holden
Fuck. This was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. You know how they say you never forget your first time? Well, I was ready to forget it because nothing compared to this.
Here’s this hot little girl, a former student of mine, on her knees with her shirt off, rubbing my balls and licking my cock. Are you kidding me? Nothing hotter. Trust me.
I watched her innocent little virgin tongue exploring my hard cock. At first she didn’t seem to know what she was doing. That was perfect. I knew she wasn’t lying when she said this was her first time doing anything like this. Plus, it put me in charge—I could tell her exactly what I wanted her to do and, even better, she wanted it that way.
Up until now she had just been licking it, which was fine with me. It was a great site to see and it felt even better. But I was ready for more…
“See if you can take it in your mouth,” I said.
Madison looked up at me, a little worry on her face. But she opened her mouth. My hand was under my cock, so it lay on my palm. I guided it into her mouth, just past the head.
She closed her lips around it, as if she instinctively knew what to do.
*****
Madison
It was the weirdest feeling ever. His cock was thick and it filled my mouth without hardly going in far at all. I tasted the salty flavor. I felt the shape of it. I felt when the rim around the head slipped past my lips and made my cheeks bulge out.
He was saying, “Oh, yeahhhh,” like that, making a sighing noise at the same time.
I was just trying to take it all in. The experience, I mean. Not the dick. There was no way it was going to fit.