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Melissa An Adult Virgin
by Jimbo (jimbo@funtime.net)
***
A new high school teacher (who happens to still be a
virgin) is almost raped in the school field when she's
saves by the P.E. teacher, who ends up taking her to
his home and things progress from there, romantically
speaking. (MF, v, 1st, rom)
***
Melissa had been a good student. Too good. She spend
all of her time in high school working on her classes
that she rarely dated. She really didn't have the time
to spend with boys. She wanted to receive a scholarship
so badly that her studies became her main interest.
Needless to say, she remained a virgin all through her
high school days. And her straight A average were proof
that she had better plans for her life than getting
fucked.
It wasn't that she wasn't desirable. She could have
been a cheerleader, song girl, or even homecoming
princess. She just wanted to be the best student she
could and not let outside distractions bother her. And
it wasn't because she wasn't sexual.
Her masturbation had been an almost nightly routine.
She loved her self induced orgasms and always felt that
this was just a sign of self love and respect. She had
become so comfortable with her fingers sliding into her
vagina, and along her clit. She had become very
proficient with her hands. Why did she had a need for
some guy for sexual satisfaction. When she needed a man
it would be for love as well as sex.
Her diligence paid off. Melissa graduated with every
possible honor, class Valedictorian, and 18 year old
virgin. She had her pick of Universities to attend.
She was off to a small college in New England. Here she
could complete the goal she had set for herself while
in high school. And she never once deviated from this
goal. She also found her greatest comfort in her own
hands. And again she graduated Summa Cum Laude, and
incredibly still virginal.
She had her degree, she had her teaching credential and
now she was moving out of the area to her first job in
her career as a high school teacher. Woodview High
School was one of the most gorgeous campus set ups in
the world. It had been the private estate of a very
wealthy gentleman in Northern California. He had trees
brought in from all over the world.
The campus had lawns in the places where there weren't
trees. It was like a big park. Down the hill from the
campus was a small "bedroom" community. Melissa found a
nice cozy apartment just a few miles out of town. She
could drive her car to the school in 15 minutes or so.
This was all she had worked so hard for. And not at
last she could indulge herself in finding a suitable
mate. She was in no hurry, and was very selective about
her choice.
The men at Woodview were very slim pickings. Bob
Johnson a math teacher was a letch who constantly tried
to corner her and get her to stop off for drinks. It
was no wonder he had been married three times.
Harold Watson still lived with his mother and always
tried to corner her to tell her about his latest
illness. And then there was James Heald, a P.E.
teacher. He certainly filled the bill as a physical
specimen. He had that all American boy face and body.
He had been married once before, which Melissa found
out ended in the death of his wife to cancer. He never
got over her and spent his free time working with the
kids in the neighborhood. He seemed to spend all his
free time doing things for others.
Melissa had tried to engage James in conversation. He
had a slight southern accent and was always so soft
spoken and polite. Yet he never showed any interest in
any of the single female teachers on campus. Melissa
snooped around a little more about him and found he
never was seen dating any other women. The only woman
he was ever seen with was his sister. He was a devoted
uncle to his two nieces and two nephews and a buddy
with his brother in law. she had heard indirectly that
his sister said he had vowed never to marry again. His
wife was the one and only love in his life.
She tried desperately to get the attention of James
those first few months of school. And to no avail. He
was polite and friendly. And he offered no hope.
* * *
Thanksgiving vacation was approaching. Melissa's
apartment was being fumigated, so she left the keys
with her landlord. She was going to fly home to her
parents home and surprise them with a visit. She lent
her car to one of the other teachers. She was going to
go down the hill with her bags and catch a bus to the
airport.
School had ended. Melissa got her bags out of her car
and said good-bye to Lois who was going up north to her
parents but would meet Melissa at the airport Sunday
night.
She started out crossing the campus and there was
Harold Watson. "I just don't have time to hear about
his latest illness today. Good he doesn't see me. I'll
just cross through the practice field and through the
trees," she thought to herself.
The practice field was surrounded on all four sides by
large evergreen trees and bushes. It was lonely, but
she felt safe since it was still broad daylight. She
quickly disappeared from Harold's possible view, and
made her way through to the field to cross it and then
head to the bus stop.
She had gotten to the edge of the field when she heard
a voice call to her. "Where are you going bitch
teacher," hissed a voice behind her. There was a man
standing behind her, a stranger. Panic hit her
immediately, only to accelerate when she looked up and
saw two other equally menacing men in front of her.
"Taking a trip without saying good-bye?" snarled
another man.
"Please, I have to catch a bus to make my plane
flight."
"Without saying good-bye to us? I don't think that's
nice of you, don't you agree boys?"
"Please, don't do that," she pleaded as one of the men
grabbed her suitcase.
"No, I think this bitch teacher needs to teach us right
now. Why don't you take off your coat, and maybe even
your blouse. I think you need to teach us some science,
maybe anatomy." There was fiendish laughter from the
trio, as they clutched at Melissa and tore her blouse
off of her.
Soon she was standing in her skirt and bra, unable to
scream she was so petrified with fear.
"Hey, those are really nice knockers you got there
teach, why don't you let us see them up close and
unobstructed," said the first one as he grabbed her and
cut her bra off with a large knife he was carrying. Her
bra fell away exposing her bare breasts to the trio of
jackals. Then they pushed her to the ground and ripped
the remainder of her clothing off.
She lay in a heap on the cold grass nude and terrified
for her life. The one with the knife made a long
scratch across her belly and blood came oozing out.
"You'll do as you are told or the next time it'll be
your pretty throat and not your stomach, do you hear me
bitch?!"
Tears were streaming down Melissa's eyes blurring her
vision. One of her attackers was just undoing his belt
when a forth voice was shouting from the distance. As
Melissa lay sprawled on the ground she wasn't even
aware of the other voice. She knew she was going to be
hurt. She knew they were all three going to rape her
and then kill her. This was the end. Her brain had gone
into shock to save her from the pain.
The trio hearing the other voice gathered all of
Melissa's clothes and bags and ran off. The other
person came running up to Melissa. "Miss Snider, are
you alright?! Melissa, please look at me. It's James.
James Heald."
James looked at her limp nude body. "What did they do.
Oh my God, why would anyone want to hurt you. You never
hurt anyone. You're one of the sweetest ladies on
campus." His words were falling on deaf ears as Melissa
was still in panicked shock.
He sat her up, and rubbed her hands, talking softly to
her. "You're okay now sweet lady. Please look at me.
You're safe, I won't let them hurt you."
Finally Melissa regained her composure enough to
realize that she was in safe hands. "Mr. Heald. Oh
thank God it's you. There were three of them and
they.." she started to cry uncontrollably.
James was kneeling next to her and cradled her head
against his chest. "Oh poor lady. Yes I know there were
three of them, they ran away when I came here. We need
to get you to a warm dry place. Why were you crossing
this field anyway? Well never mind that, where is your
car?"
Melissa mumbled her plight. And soon it became obvious
that she was nude, her clothes had been ripped off and
taken along with her luggage. James was only wearing
shorts. He had been jogging around the campus when he
saw what was happening.
"Melissa. I'm going to take you to my home where I can
dress that wound and let you clean up. When we're there
you can call your parents for assistance. I need to
stop that bleeding." With that, James scooped up her
body and carried her to his car. He set her on her feet
long enough to get his car key which was hidden under
his car. Once the door was open, he grabbed a blanket
from the back seat of his car and wrapped it around
her. He had used a towel to stop the bleeding on her
belly.
They drove to his home, which was a nice little
townhouse on the edge of the city. He parked in his
garage and escorted the still half dazed Melissa to his
home. Once there he turned on the shower, and helped
her into it. He quickly helped her shower and proceeded
to dress her wound. Color was starting to return to
Melissa's face. Now her emotions were so mixed, relief,
fear, shame, embarrassment, anger and admiration. James
was a 'white knight'.
"Listen dear one, you lay on the couch and I'll fix you
some warm tea to drink. I'm sorry I don't have anything
stronger, but I don't drink alcohol."
"Tea would be fine." Finally some clear words were
coming out of her mouth. "James, thank you for saving
me. I just knew they were going to kill me."
James was embarrassed at her thanks and just smiled at
her. "They weren't any guys I've ever seen. I wanted to
kill them. While I get the tea, why don't you call your
parents."
"Thank you." Melissa dialed the phone and got the long
distance operator. She wanted to place a collect call
to her parents. The phone rang and rang with no answer.
Melissa wasn't aware that her family had decided that
since she wouldn't be home until Christmas that they
would spend Thanksgiving at a friends cabin in the
snow.
"What's wrong Melissa?"
Her face was full of tears now, "there isn't anyone
home. What am I to do. I'm stranded. No car, no
apartment, no..."
"I'm not going anywhere this weekend. You can stay with
me until your apartment can be inhabited again. You're
5'6", right?"
"Yes."
"About a size 9"
"Yes, but why?"
"My sister and family are coming here tomorrow. I'll
call her to bring some clothes for you. She's just
about the same size as you. Meanwhile that blanket is
all I can offer you. I got rid of Melodies clothes
after she died. It was hard enough without her personal
things here."
"Do you feel like eating?"
"No I need to go to sleep. I feel so tired."
"It's the herbal tea. I gave you a tea to help you
relax. Let me help you to my bed. Don't worry, I'll
sleep on the couch."
"No let me sleep on the couch. You've been too kind
already..." her words trailed off as she was starting
to feel the affects of the tea. James picked her up and
placed her in his bed, pulling the covers over her.
"Good night dear lady." his words went without
response.
It seemed like she had slept for hours when Melissa
woke up. She heard music coming from the living room.
She got up and opened the door just enough to view the
living room. There was James listening to music while
doing some stretching exercises. The only unusual thing
to her was that he was doing them nude. She got a full
view of his very well proportioned body. He had clear
definition of all his muscles.
When he stood she saw that his ass checks were all
muscle. He looked like a body builder without a loin
cloth. He turned around with his eyes closed absorbing
the music and stretching. She could see his penis and
testicles. This guy was an Adonis. He was too gorgeous
for words.
He turned with his back to her and bent over touching
his palms to the floor his legs slightly apart. She
almost came unglued at the sight of his penis and
testicles hanging down between his legs. And in fact
she let out a gasp. It was audible enough for James to
hear. He rose up to a full stand and turned to the
door.
"I'm sorry," he said, "I thought you would be asleep.
Let me cover up. I never where clothes in my home. I'm
a nudist. Bill and Janice and the kids are too."
"Bill and Janice?"
"My sister and brother in-law. We've been nudist for
years. My wife was one also. I'm sorry. I don't usually
try to startle guest. Of course I don't have any guest
to startle. I'm..."
"No, it's fine. You saw all there is of me, why
shouldn't I get the same treat. Besides you're
magnificent. You look like one of the classic statues.
No. You're body is beautiful."
James was really embarrassed at this. This was not what
he expected or demanded. "Thank you Melissa. Are you
hungry yet?"
"I think I can eat now."
Without thinking, she stepped from the shelter of the
door and went into the living room as nude as James
was.
"Do you want something to cover up with?" asked James.
"Strangely I feel very comfortable without clothes. I
feel so safe around you. If you don't mind."
"Mind? I'm used to the sight of beautiful young ladies
'sans' clothing. Here sit in this chair so we can chat
while I fix dinner."
They chatted for the longest time. And the more they
talked the more at ease Melissa felt. To a point where
she got up and went over to a stool next to James while
he worked on dinner.
"I still don't understand why you were crossing the
practice field today. Why not go down the main
walkway?"
"Harold was there and I didn't have time to listen to
his latest illnesses." James laughed knowing exactly
what she was talking about. "He has never been healthy
in his adult life," he said.
"I called the police while you were asleep and reported
the attempt. I also called Janice. She will bring
clothes over tomorrow when she and the family stop by.
They're going to the camp and are planning on a big
dinner there."
"James. I know this sounds funny and I hope you
understand what I am saying. But I think you should
sleep in your own bed with me. I trust you."
"That's so kind of you to trust me. We'll talk about it
later. But quite frankly, sex is the last thing you
need from anyone tonight."
"Thank you again. You've been so sweet to me."
"I've wanted to talk to you more ever since you came on
the campus, but I never get the chance. Maybe we can
have that chance now?"
Melissa's heart skipped several beats. He wanted to
talk with her?
She has been dreaming about talking with him for so
long.
James really opened up at dinner. He talked about his
marriage his deep love for his wife. Their plans. His
love for his sister and family and how they had pulled
him through all the difficult times. Their involvement
with nudism. He told her how both his parents had died
when he was 16 and Janice was 13. How he was able to
help raise her. He felt that's why they were so close.
They had aunts, uncles and cousins, but they were all
in Georgia and Florida.
Melissa reciprocated by telling of her life. How she
always had a goal in mind and didn't want any
distractions from it. That now she was ready to settle
down in a career.
"No men in your life?" questioned James unbelieving
"Honest. In fact I'm still a virgin." The word had
leaked out before she could stop it. "I'm sorry, I
certainly didn't mean to get so personal about myself."
"Melissa, that's not personal. That's commendable. You
should be proud. I'm proud of the fact that Melodie was
the first woman I was ever intimate with. I have been
totally celibate since her death."
"You haven't dated?"
"I guess I'm just really fussy. I only want to date
someone I would care to marry. Call it old fashioned.
Bill and Janice are pretty much the same way. He is
totally loyal to her and she to him."
"I thought I was weird and alone with my standards. But
it sounds like I'm in solid company."
"I'd like to think so."
"I really need to get to sleep. Please come to bed with
me. I don't want to be alone tonight. Please."
"Okay. But I don't wear night clothes>"
"I kind of suspected that. I don't think I'll be
wearing them tonight myself."
They were sound asleep in James' bed. About three in
the morning Melissa started to get restless. She was
tossing and turning. Evidently her mind was replaying
all the feelings she had been subjected to earlier the
previous day. Soon she was calling out for help and
crying in agony. James rolled over and held her
tightly. His hard nude body pressing against her soft
womanly form.
"Melissa wake up. It's just a dream. You're fine.
You're safe."
She woke up and not realizing what she was doing she
wrapped her arms around James. "It was terrible. There
was an entire group after me. And I ...." she stopped
in midstream when she realized that she was in bed nude
in an embrace with a nude man. "I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to do that?"
"Do what?"
"Hug you. I mean with no clothes on. I'm really sorry.
I didn't want to make it difficult for you."
James laughed a warm friendly laugh. "Melissa dear,
this is not exactly an erotic embrace. Besides I was
the first one to hold you. You were in desperation and
needed to be held. The fact that you didn't have
clothes on is inconsequential. You just needed to be
held."
In some ways Melissa was relieved and in other ways
disappointed.
She certainly didn't want James to be some kind of a
eunuch.
"Even though the feel of your body against mine is very
wonderful, you need to get some rest."
"James."
"Yes?"
"Do you find me attractive... I mean sexy?"
"That's a strange question to ask at three in the
morning. Yes you are very much what I would consider my
ideal. You're very intelligent, beautiful, nicely
shaped, charming, friendly, and kind."
"That's nice, but I don't think you know me that well."
"I've watched you closely over the last several weeks.
That's an educated evaluation."
"Would you consider giving me a kiss good night?"
"Only if that's what you would like."
"I would love it. Please."
They embraced again. James lowered his mouth to hers
and kissed her very deeply. She could feel her crotch
getting wet with that kiss. Her first kiss from an
adult man. She wanted to use her hand to masturbate but
held off. James also had deep feelings bubble up in
him, only his feelings became more apparent as his once
flaccid cock was getting harder.
Melissa knew what to expect from him but knowing
something clinically and feeling it personally are two
different things. She now had an urge to reach over and
feel his rapidly enlarging cock. But felt she had
better let things stay where they were. James was
spurred on by this sweet little brunettes feminine
aroma. He knew when the fragrance came to his nostrils
what he was smelling. He loved the smell of a woman. He
was getting to a point where he really loved the smell
of this woman.
Maybe he had found someone to live the rest of his life
with. Maybe he had found a partner. One to love, to
fulfill the dreams that he and Melodie once held
sacred. As Melissa feel into a deep sleep and rolled
over, she disturbed the covers enough that even a
stronger aroma of Melissa internal juices came to his
nostrils. She smelled heavenly.
James was the first one up and had started breakfast.
Melissa came into the kitchen rubbing her eyes. The
fact that she was totally nude in no way affected her
now. She sat on the stool and watched as James made
breakfast.
"I thought you were a health food fan."
"Oh no. My folks were southerners. We eat anything.
That's why I have to exercise so much. If it's food,
I'll eat it."
"That's a relief." Then Melissa blushed at the
indication that she was measuring James up for a future
with her.
"Melissa. That kiss last night. That was the first one
I have had since I kissed Melodie good bye forever.
Thank you."
"It was my first adult kiss ever. I really loved it. I
want more of them in my life."
"I know she loved it," James thought to himself. "You
can take a shower if you want to. I have a little time
before the biscuits will be done."
"Okay and I need my bandage changed. You did such a
nice job last night, and it really needs changing.
Where did you learn to do such a good medical job?"
Melissa said.
"I was a medic in the army and I have closed bigger
wounds than that. It should leave very little scar
tissue, fortunately it was very deep."
Melissa sighed deeply and asked, "Is there anything you
can't do?"
"I can't lie."
That was a strange answer. Melissa was a little
concerned where this comment might go. Was there a
problem he was going to confess? "Why do you say that
James?"
"Our kiss last night. It affected me. And I know it
affected you. There is a very distinct fragrance that a
woman has. It comes from deep inside her. But that
aroma was present last night after our kiss. I knew
what it was and why it was there. I think I should
sleep on the couch tonight. Because I think you realize
also how the kiss affected me."
"Yes it did affect me. That was my first romantic kiss
ever.
And I know what you are referring to about the feminine
aroma. I am affected very easily. And I might be a
virgin, but I knew immediately what I was feeling
against my body. And no, I don't want you on the couch
tonight." with that Melissa went to James and put her
arms around him. She brought her lips to his. They
kissed very deeply and very long. Soon it was becoming
obvious to Melissa that their kiss was affecting James.
She looked down to see him getting bigger and stiffer.
She had seen photos and drawings before, but this was
real, it was close to her, and it was because of her.
She could feel her crotch getting very wet and tingly.
She was willing to give this man what she had kept for
so long. Not only willing but this is what she wanted.
Their embrace was shortened by a knock at the door.
James went to the door and peeked around the corner. It
was his sister Janice.
"I brought some clothes, James," Janice burst in. "Am I
disrupting anything?" she looked at James and then
glanced down at his still hard cock. "Oh dear, I guess
I am."
"No Janice it's fine."
She looked at Melissa who was standing there totally
nude with this stranger, another woman, looking at her.
Even if she knew that another nude woman was very
common for Janice. But her discomfort didn't last long
as Janice ran over to her and hugged her very tightly,
giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Hello Melissa. I guess
you know by now that I'm James' sister." She stepped
back and looked right into Melissa's eyes, "James. She
even more beautiful than you said. My gawd, she's
absolutely breath taking."
"Janice!" protested James.
Janice didn't even listen to James' protest, and
turning her attention back to Melissa she continued,
"James has been talking about you for weeks now. He is
really stuck on you."
"Janice!!"
Again Janice ignored his protest. She hugged Melissa
again and said, "James if you dare let this lady go,
I'm going to kick your bony ass all the way back to
Georgia, stomp you into the ground there, and pee on
your grave."
She turned her complete attention back to Melissa, "I
tried to bring a nice selection of clothes for you. The
panties are new, I hardly ever need them. Oh dear, I'm
afraid my bras won't fit. Having babies does strange
things to your figure, but your breasts are so firm and
high that a bra is a waste of money. I brought a nice
dress for tonight." She turned to James. "I made
reservations for the two of you for dinner at 'The
Islands', I knew you would wait until the last minute
and then not be able to get in. Dinner at 6."
"Yes sis," said James condescendingly
"I'm sorry Melissa, I'm just so excited. I want James
to find someone so badly." She paused to catch her
breath, "we're coming back home tomorrow morning.
Please come over to our home for dinner. I want Bill
and the kids to meet you. They love James so much that
they want to meet you. If James won't bring you just
call and I'll come get you."
Melissa was so taken by Janice. Janice was so sincerely
excited. And it was obvious that James was her pride
and joy. "I, uh, I would love to meet the family," she
glanced at James, "if it's okay."
"Don't look at him, my mind's made up. Gawd I'm so
excited," and with that Janice bounced out of the home.
"Well, I guess you've met Janice."
"Is she always that bubbly?"
"Not like that. Wow, I have to get my biscuits out of
the oven." James ran over to the oven and removed the
biscuits just in time. Breakfast was now ready and the
two of them sat down.
"James. You said you couldn't lie."
"Yes," he answered not knowing what would be next. "I
make it a real effort to be totally honest with
people."
"Janice said you have been talking about me for weeks?"
"Uh, err, Uh, well yes that's true."
Melissa didn't say anything to that but asked further,
"You described me to her? I didn't even think you
noticed me."
"I didn't until you came on campus. I felt immediately
that you were special. I know that you don't realize it
but we are the only two music majors on campus. I heard
you sing with the choir one day when I was passing by
the choral room. I fell in love with your voice. When I
heard you make your presentation to the faculty
committee, your arguments were so well thought up I
fell in love with your intellect.
"I have wanted to ask you out for some time but didn't
have the nerve. The accident last night was fate. Those
thugs didn't know I jogged on that practice field. The
field is exactly a quarter mile around the perimeter
and I can run on grass. Normally I would have been
finished, but I had some things to do in my office."
Melissa didn't know how many more surprises she could
take this morning. She was having a difficult time
keeping her heart from beating out of her chest. Her
flushed face was a beacon that did not go unnoticed by
James. The phone rang breaking this moment. James
answered it. While he was on the phone, Melissa had a
chance to think about what had gone on.
"He really cares for me," she thought to herself, "Look
dummy, don't let him get away. Even his sister loves
you. This is what you have been waiting for Melissa,
don't mess it up." Her brain was going a million miles
an hour.
James returned. "That was the police. They found your
purse and wallet. The bad news is there is no money in
either. The good news is it appears that all your
identification is there. And there are three credit
cards there. Did you have more?"
"No, I have a Visa Card, a Gas Card and my ATM card.
That's all."
"They're holding it at the police station. Let's go get
them."
They both quickly got dressed. Melissa noticed how
unnatural wearing clothes now seemed, in fact downright
uncomfortable. All the way to the police station her
mind was buzzing. She tried to talk small talk but
couldn't get into it. They arrived at the police
station and after some formalities retrieved her
belongings. All the way back the relief of having some
items which couldn't be replaced comfortably or at all
added to the mellowness that was sweeping her body.
They arrived back at James's home. They went in and
without a second thought, Melissa started to remove her
clothes. "Excuse me," said James.
"What?"
"Is this a new lady I have here? I mean undressing and
making herself at home immediately? I do love it you
understand."
Melissa was caught off guard by her own brazenness. He
was right. But with an aire of defiance she said, "When
in Rome..... Besides you need to change the dressing on
my wound."
Without any warning, James went to her and held her in
his arms, he looked deeply into her eyes and said,
"Janice is right. I need you in my life. My life is so
empty. I've mourned long enough for Melodie. Life has
to go on." And with that he kissed her with all the
love he was feeling in his heart. She responded with
the same feelings. It wasn't too long before they were
both aware of a mutual arousal they were feeling.
Melissa was feeling the dampness from her crotch
starting to trickle inside her thighs. James had a
hard-on that would penetrate steel. Their breathing was
becoming exaggerated. James moved his hands onto
Melissa's breasts and softly molded them and warmly
rubbed them. Her reaction was mixed. She and her doctor
had been the only one ever to touch them, and her ob-
gyn was a female.
No man had ever touched her breasts. And she loved the
feel of James's strong hands as they adored her
breasts. He moved his mouth from her lips and said to
her, "There is a much more comfortable place in my
house to be if we are to go any farther. Melissa, I
don't want to go any farther without you being sure
this is what you want. I'm almost to the point of no
return."
"Yes. I want to give myself to you. I want you to be
the one to be inside me. Please, let's go into the
bedroom."
They went to the bedroom and James carefully laid
Melissa on the bed. He sat along side of her and
admired her body. His fingers made little circles on
her breasts. Soon he was crossing them over her nipples
which were responding to his touch by getting harder.
He lowered his mouth on her right nipple and gently
sucked on it.
It felt to Melissa just the way she had dreamed it
would feel. She closed her eyes to concentrate on her
feelings. James continued to play with her breasts, he
wanted her to be absolutely relaxed and ready for his
intrusion into her vagina. He had been the first and
only man with Melodie, and he learned from his
experience to be patient and considerate. This was a
person he cared very much about. Not a thing. He would
treat her with respect and care as if she were made of
fragile crystal. He wanted her for more than this
moment, perhaps forever.
His hand moved very carefully along her belly as he
moved his mouth to again cover hers. Their lips were
parted and their tongues were crashing against each
other. He was exploring the entire inside of her mouth,
tasting her, loving her. His fingers reached the top of
her mons where his fingers curled into her pubic hair.
Melissa wasn't sure what she was supposed to do, but
she tried to follow her instincts, and wrapped her arms
around his strong lean body. She had never felt this
way. It surpassed every fantasy she ever had. It was
too wonderful for her to even try to comprehend.
She had never really been in love, she had never felt
this power of lust which was taking over her mind. His
hand in her pubic hair felt so good. She had no fear,
just a desire to have his hand go further. He moved his
mouth away from her lips and ran his lips down her neck
and shoulders. Her body immediately reacted with tiny
'goose bumps' along it's entire surface. If this was
what sex was about she was all for it. She had gone way
beyond any apprehension now. She was fully in a lust
filled mode. Her heart was beating heavily with the
anticipation of James' next moves.
Those next moves came. His hand moved over her mons and
onto her outer labia. He lightly brushed her clitoris
and let it know that a new hand was going to stimulate
it. Melissa's excitement had heightened to a point
where she almost felt like she would loose her bladder
control. She had no command of her body left. She was
reacting strictly on impulse and instinct. She wasn't
even aware that her legs had parted allowing James the
unrestricted access to her entire womanhood.
His fingers moved around her pussy like a concert
pianist playing a concerto. His fingers were now
entering into her vagina, that area that had only felt
her fingers and tampons. The flow of her secretions was
increasing as her internal fountains started pumping
their contents with full force. James' fingers were
getting more slippery as her let them explore even
deeper into her. Then he removed his hand completely
from her.
"Why did he stop? Where is his head going now. Oh no,
he's not going to.. Oh that's far too intimate for the
first time. Yes he is. Oh it feels so wooondeerrfulll.
I could never have imagined this feeling. It's
like...." her mind was loosing all control of her body.
She was a mess. She was a body that had no control.
James was free to do whatever he wanted without
objection. His tongue was dancing all over both her
inner and outer lips. He inner lips were becoming
increasingly rigid. James was sucking on her lips and
drinking her vaginal flow. He seemed to thrived on her
inner juices. His tongue made it's main assault on her
clitoris. It had already been conquered by him and now
it was begging for his tongue's stroke. His fingers
penetrated her vagina more than her fingers had ever
dared to reach. Her throat was emitting unintelligible
sounds which she had no control over. The initial waves
started to sweep over her body.
They were building in intensity as James continued his
attention to the center of her womanly feelings. Her
clitoris was swollen and erect beyond reason stretching
as if to meet his tongue and battle with it. The
familiar waves intensified within her as her orgasm
formed inside. It was getting stronger and stronger.
She had never felt anything this strong in her entire
lifetime of orgasms. And yet it was getting even
stronger.
She almost felt as though she would lose consciousness
it was so intense. She wasn't even aware of the
vibrations running through her body as her ass started
to bounce on the bed. She couldn't stop her legs from
moving. Then she hit the pinnacle of her pleasure. Her
breathing stopped, her mind went blank and her entire
body crashed in one ecstatic moment.
She cried out her pleasure in a scream of joy. "Yes,
yes, yes, oh god YESS!" and then she slumped in a post
orgasmic quiver. Slowly the feelings started to return
to her arms and legs, her mind started to function
again. James had removed his mouth and tongue from it's
assault on her clitoris which had now retreated being
totally captured. As the fog of bliss cleared from her
mind she began to appreciate this adventure she had
been on.
In a feeble way she tried to tell James how wonderful
this had been but her words hung up. James lifted his
head to see her glowing face. He knew what she was
trying to say. He just moved his lips along her belly,
and put his finger gently on her lips as if to tell her
not to try to speak. His cock was now so rigid that he
was afraid it would explode without entering inside
her.
"Melissa, I'm going to do it now. If I push to fast or
hard you have to let me know so I can back out."
She indicated that she understood. Her legs voluntarily
spread even wider to allow his lower body to come
between them. She felt his engorged cock probe the
entrance of her vagina. Her body was still not
completely under her control. She was still flowing
copious amounts of internal juices which made his
cock's entrance into her depths much easier.
An electric shock jolted her system as her vagina
recognized an intrusion of a much larger type than had
ever entered it. She was fully aware of James' cock
pushing slowly inside her. He pushed until he hit an
obstruction. From this point on her vagina would never
be as it came into the world, ever again. The tip of
his cock pushed slowly but yet with determination to
rupture this barrier. James studied her face carefully
for any signs that he should stop. The pinching inside
her increased in intensity. It was mixed with the
demand of her body for another orgasmic release.
She bit her lip slightly as James pushed a little
harder. Suddenly with a slight pop deep inside her, the
barrier was destroyed. She would never have it again.
It was gone. James paused in his move to look for
reassurance in her face. The smile of relief that lit
her face up was what he was looking for. The crazy
thought of, "that wasn't so bad," jolted through her
brain.
Her desire for more pleasure took control of her as her
hands reached behind James' ass cheeks and pulled him
in toward her hips. He reacted by completing his
thrust. He seemed to go as far as he wanted and then
stopped to let his fully bloated cock feel the walls of
her vagina pulse against it. He then carefully started
to back his cock out of her, reaching almost to the
entrance of her vagina only to run it again to her
depths.
Her body responded with an electric message of pleasure
which rattled in her brain. He again moved out and back
in. Soon this became a constant pattern as her hips
moved voluntarily to meet his hips. With each stroke
her body responded with an ever increasing wave of
pleasure. She had endured the worst and now she was
reaping the rewards for yet another orgasm was starting
to form inside her. One entirely different than any she
had felt before.
The physical pressure inside her changed her feelings
and added a new dimension to this wave of pleasure.
James started to pick up his tempo, and Melissa eagerly
met his tempo with her hips. Her body was again going
under it's own control with no intervention from her
brain. James was now moving in and out of her with a
driving force. Her body was bouncing with his motion
combined with hers. Her breasts were rolling in circles
on her chest.
She was losing all conscious contact with her body as
again she was cresting. James was spurred on by her
obvious response. He could feel the almost forgotten
sensation of his semen begging to be allowed a hasty
exit from within him. It seemed to be building up
pressure just at the base of his cock. And then he
exploded ejaculating his pent up flood of semen,
shooting glob after glob deep inside Melissa. Her
secretions were so full that he could feel their
combined juices extrude between his cock and her
vagina.
The feel of him inside her giving up it's load brought
Melissa closer to this new orgasmic delight. As he
pushed past his ejaculation and continued to push into
her she erupted. Again she lost conscious control of
her voice and screamed with sounds of complete
fulfillment and pleasure. Both James and Melissa were
struggling to breath.
He started to slow down and then to stop, with his cock
lodged as deeply inside her as he could leave it. As
his cock returned to it's more flaccid state he could
no longer stay as deeply inside her as he had been.
Soon he was slipping out with the continued flood
pushing on his now powerless cock. He rolled off of her
and laid beside her, still breathing rapidly.
When he regained control of his breathing, he didn't
say a word. He just rolled her against his body and
hugged her. Caressing her lips with his. She responded
with cooing sounds coming from her throat. His upper
hand slid down behind her and onto her ass.
With a gently tug, he pulled her hips even closer to
himself. They stayed there for several minutes while
the two of them regained their composures. James again
started to kiss her breasts, this time with a different
purpose. This time not to stimulate her but to be close
and warm with her. The afterglow that both of them
enjoyed was one of those moments you never want to end.
Later that evening they had the best Thanksgiving
dinner Melissa ever had. Food never tasted better, the
music was never sweeter, everything was wonderful.
Melissa had finally fallen deeply in love. And the
object of this love was there with her.
End
Author's Note: What started out as an erotic adventure
in my mind ended up being a love story. But that the
danger of being a hopeless romantic. One of the
pitfalls of writing stories is that I get involved with
my characters.
I started to really love Melissa's character and so I
ended up keeping her very pure. James was hurting and
she filled in the hurt with her love. When I originally
introduced Janice, I wanted to expand more on the
nudist family life, which I have experienced first
hand. Some readers might find it very incredible, but
nudist families for the most part are not very out of
the ordinary in their sexual lives.
Sexual deviations among nudist is very rare and usually
carefully scrutinized. I didn't want to introduce
Janice and her family as having an incestuous
relationship because it wouldn't fit in my story.
So if this story seems tame to some of you, I'm sorry.
Love can be erotic.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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