What Happened to Her?

What Happened to Her? What Happened to Her?

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

A trip to visit my brother turns very brief after accepting an assignment to help a friend's daughter.

Summary

A trip to visit my brother turns very brief after accepting an assignment to help a friend's daughter.

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Submitted: June 01, 2017

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Submitted: June 01, 2017

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What Happened to Her?

When I flew to Albany, New York to visit my brother, Jim, I never expected to meet someone who would impress me so much that I would remember her years later, especially now. I was 30 at the time and had planned to spend a few days with Jim. We had always been close but we had not seen each other since college.

Jim never disclosed the nature of his job, but I found out that he was a private manager in the entertainment business, and he had many clients and contacts in New York City. During my first day with him, we had lunch with one of his clients, a woman named Lynne whose daughter had been promised a music contract.

“Bella will be 21 in a few weeks and she’s leaving for New York City to be on her own,” began Lynne. “I’m concerned that she’s going to be passed around for sex by some unscrupulous producers. She’s still a virgin, at least she claims that she is, and I’d like to make sure that she knows her way around, if you know what I mean, before somebody takes advantage of her.”

“I’ll be glad to review any contract before she signs it to ensure that she will not be cheated,” Jim said, touching Lynne’s hand. The brief look they shared made me curious about how close their relationship might be. Lynne wore no wedding ring or band, so I presumed she was divorced.

“Thanks, Jim, I really appreciate that,” replied Lynne,” but the thing that bothers me is her inexperience with men, how dangerous it might be for her to get drugged or raped.”

“If she’s going to be 21, she should be able to take care of herself if you give her some clues about what to watch for,” I suggested.

Then Jim looked at me, glanced quickly over at Lynne, and after she gave him a nod, he turned back to me. “Because I’ve been close to Lynne, I can’t honor her wish for Bella, but perhaps you can.”

“Me?” I asked, puzzled. “What could I do for her? I don’t know anything about the music industry or the entertainment business.”

“What I want,” interjected Lynne, “is someone who will teach her about sex, to answer all her questions, satisfy her curiosity without getting emotionally involved. Then I wouldn’t worry so much when she gets on her own.”

I was aghast at the idea; this woman asking a total stranger to have sex with her virgin daughter. “What does Bella think about all this?” I asked.

“She and I have discussed it and she is all for it,” Lynne replied. “She just wants someone to be patient with her.”

It took several minutes and a few questions before I finally agreed to “help”. I had no idea what Bella looked like or what kind of personality she might have, but knowing she was still a virgin at age 21 piqued my curiosity.

“When and how do I meet her?” I asked.

“I’m staying with Jim for weekend, and Bella knows that. I can call and tell her about you and you can go to our house and be with her for the weekend, or for as long as she needs you,” Lynne answered.

A couple hours later after I had retrieved my things from Jim’s house, I drove his car to the address that Lynne gave me. I found their house tucked away in a modest neighborhood. I left my luggage in the car when I rang the doorbell. A pretty blond girl with a round face greeted me with a smile and extended her hand. I shook it gently, trying not to stare at her young body.

“Hi, I’m Bella. You’re Ben?” She asked.

“Yes, nice to meet you,” I answered.

She was barefoot, wearing sweat pants and a long tee shirt. The tee shirt was hiding all but the shape of some very prominent breasts. The sweat pants clung to her shapely legs, and when she led me into the house, I watched a very athletic ass controlling the fabric in the back of the sweats.

“Would you like some tea, or something stronger to drink?” she asked cheerfully.

“Sure, tea would be great; thank you,” I answered. I really wasn’t thirsty, but it was worth it just to watch her moving back and forth to and from the kitchen. Damn!

She sat down on the plush sofa and patted the seat beside her. I sat down and began a most awkward conversation. “So….your Mom says you need some help with…”

“Sex!” She quickly exclaimed. “Well not exactly; my Mom told me the basics when I reached puberty, and I’ve read all the books, men’s skin magazines, women’s magazines, and watched lots of porn, so I’m not exactly clueless. But I still want to try things physically with a guy but the guys whom we know are so rude; all they want to do is fuck and move on. I want a little more time to experience stuff.”

“Well, that’s why I’m here; just tell me what you want,” I said, selfishly eager to have that body wrapped around me.

She seemed comfortable right where we were, so I assumed we were alone in the house. “Great!” she said. “Take off your clothes; I want to see, touch and learn everything about a man’s body.”

She watched me with interest and when I peeled my boxers off last, she stared at my semi soft penis. “Sorry,” I said apologetically, “undressing in front of a pretty girl kind of excites me.”

“That’s okay,” she said, “I want to see what happens when a guy gets excited. Can I touch it?”

“You can do anything you want; I’m just here to satisfy your curiosity,” I said.

For the next fifteen minutes or so, she held my shaft in her fist, rubbed the tip with her thumbs, lifted my balls in her hands, and finally began stroking it. She could tell from my breathing that I was enjoying it. I was really enjoying it, fighting to keep my hands by my side.

 “I want to put my mouth on it but I don’t want your cum in my mouth until I taste it first to see if I can handle it,” she said.

“Go ahead; I’ll tell you when I’m getting close and you can stop.”

“Oh, I WANT you to come; I just don’t want it in my mouth. At least not yet.” She said. (Not yet; she said, and my cock throbbed even more in her hand.)

She slipped her lips over the tip and slid them down the shaft tentatively, not sure of how far to go. She gained confidence and bobbed her head up and down, taking more and more of it into her mouth. Watching her made it even harder to hold back, and when she started fondling my balls with a free hand, I lost control.

“Bella, Bella…” I groaned just as she popped her mouth off the tip. A rope of my seed shot out, catching the shoulder of her tee shirt. As a little drizzled on her hand, she pulled it away and short circuited the rest of my orgasm. She smelled and then licked her hand.

“It smells kind of weird but it tastes sort of salty. I’m going to try to swallow the next load,” she said. She pulled her tee shirt up over her head and then promptly continued sucking me again. I suggested how to stroke the shaft and how to use her fingers on my balls. She was a quick learner. I watched her full breasts moving as she sucked on me. They were round and firm with big flat nipples.

She used her hand and mouth perfectly, and when I warned her of my orgasm, she slowed down but did not stop. She continued to pump her fist on the shaft but her mouth just sucked the tip until I stopped coming. I came so hard I was afraid my fingers dug holes in the sofa cushion.

She sat back, obviously satisfied with herself. “I liked that; I felt some kind of power, making you come,” she said.

“When you’re doing that, you’re totally in control,” I advised. “You can make a guy come or not let him come until you want him to. No guy in the world wants you to stop sucking his cock.”

“I’ll remember that,” she said, getting up. “Now, can you make me come with your mouth? I want to see how that feels. I don’t want your fingers or your cock in me yet. A little later, after lunch for sure,” she said.

I made her tell me what she wanted, step by step. I sat on the sofa and she sat in my lap, giving me access to her gorgeous breasts. I licked and sucked them and worked her nipples with my mouth until she stopped me.

“Oh, that feels so wonderful,” she cooed. “My sweatpants must be soaked.”

She stepped down onto the floor and peeled off the sweatpants. Nothing on underneath. A wet blonde patch beckoned to me as she stepped back up onto the sofa. She straddled my body and leaned forward so I could slide my head between her legs. The sweet smell of an aroused pussy filled my nostrils and my cock came alive.

I filled my hands with her tight ass cheeks and she put one hand on the wall and grabbed one of her breasts with the other hand. She pinched her nipple as I licked her slit, stealing a taste of her nectar. When my tongue found her clit, she gasped and pressed her body against my face. I lapped at her clit slowly, letting her enjoy the sensation.

“Oh my God, that feels amazing; no wonder the girls in porn videos scream when they come,” she said.

I took my time and let her enjoy her pleasure until she began moving against my tongue, and I let her take her orgasm at her own pace. When she finished and calmed down, she turned around and sat down on the sofa, leaning her head back and smiling.

“Damn, that felt so good! I was wondering how it would feel to come like that,” she said.

I moved to the floor in front of her, slipped my hands under her ass and pulled her to the edge of the sofa. As I eased my face between her wet thighs, I slipped her legs over my shoulders. My tongue went to work on her again and I used both hands to squeeze her breasts.

She tried to move against my mouth but I locked my lips around her clit and began sucking. She squeezed her legs together, moaning freely, “Holy shit; that feels even better than licking! Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

But I stopped sucking and licked her clit, then sucked it some more, then licked it, then sucked on it until she came. Her body came up off the sofa and her hands grabbed at my hair. I thought I would cream her carpet in front of the sofa.  

When I was done with her I lifted and parted her legs. Damn! What a sight; wet firm thighs, a sopping wet pussy, ready for the taking. I had to fight the urge to take her right then and there. But when she calmed down and was sitting next to me again, she said, “Thanks for being patient. After lunch we can get to the penetration part of sex; I just want to go slow.”

“No problem,” I said, lying, because my cock was dripping precum again, ready to sink into her wet tight pussy.

 

Lunch consisted of a salad, some crackers and wine. Lots of wine. “Drinking wine always makes me want to play with myself,” she said, licking her lips.

“Do you play with yourself often?” I asked.

“Almost every day. I lost my cherry one day using my Mom’s vibrator; I had a little too much to drink and I went a little crazy.”

“But you’ve never had a real cock?”

“Nope. But I’m ready to try it. Bring your nice cock back to the sofa for me, Ben.”

Sitting in the kitchen naked while eating lunch had given me all the preparation I needed; it was just a matter of how she wanted it.

I sat on the sofa and she straddled me settling down in my lap. My cock was trapped between us, with the shaft nicely nestled in her wet slit. “Suck my tits some more, I’m almost ready anyway,” she said.

I’m always glad to oblige a lady, and I took my time and enjoyed every inch of those firm mounds. When I sucked on a nipple for the first time, she whispered, “Oh, man, I can feel that all the way to my cunt.”

Women who know me realize that hearing her say “cunt” is going to make me harder, and if possible, even hornier. Luckily for me, Bella moved just enough to slide the tip of my hard monster inside her. She sank her body against mine, consuming my cock to the hilt. I groaned involuntarily when she started to move up and down on it.

She put her hands on my shoulders and eased up and down the length of my shaft so slowly that I had to fight the urge to throw her down on the carpet and bang her until her ears bled. But, no, this was her show.

And she took advantage of that, riding slowly, her eyes closed, her fingers digging gently into my shoulders. “Gosh, it feels so big in there,” she said, smiling slightly, “like it fills me up.”

“That’s because you’re so tight; I just have standard equipment,” I quipped, which drew a giggle from her. The giggle caused ripples inside her that got me closer to the edge than I wanted. She saw the look on my face and pressed down until our pubic hairs meshed.

“Do you need to come?” she asked, so innocently that I nearly exploded inside her.

“Whenever it’s okay for you,” I answered hopefully, “I want you to enjoy it.”

“Oh, I’m already enjoying it, and I’ve been wanting to see how it feels when a guy comes inside me, so go ahead, I don’t mind.”

Momma must have taught her something because while her pussy gripped the base of my cock, she rocked back and forth against me. All hell broke loose and my cock exploded inside her. At first she had a look of surprise on her face, but it changed into a big smile. She reached down between us and rubbed her clit rapidly with a finger. My cum oozed from her as she tilted her head back, closed her eyes, gritted her teeth and came. Her tight pussy clenched on my cock with her climax and I moaned myself.

When we both caught our breath, she eased off of me, knelt on the floor and licked me clean. I was so hard I thought she might climb on again, but she jumped up and said, “Let’s take a shower and go for a drive; you CAN stay for the weekend, right?”

“Bella, nothing but a raging fire could make me leave this house while you want me here.”

She laughed and I followed her into the shower. It amazed me that she wanted to be intimate with a stranger and yet there was no kissing or emotions involved, only sex. I was certain that I was dreaming.

Over the weekend, she let me play with her gorgeous ass but everything tickled, so I moved my attention to areas that responded to my touches. Over the weekend we mutually masturbated each other and had intercourse twice. She had so much fun being in control, on top in a 69 that she would not let me come until she had come twice. I thought seriously of proposing marriage.

When I left she kissed me on the cheek, thanked me again for my patience, and promised to remember me if and when she ever got famous. To date, I haven’t heard from her.

On my way out of town, I called my brother and told him what a fabulous weekend I had with Bella. “Why are you leaving?” he asked. “Lynne was going to call a friend of hers so the two of them could show you her appreciation for helping Bella.”

I’ve never made a faster U-turn in my life.

 

 

 


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