Gittes Debut

Author's notes. This one is mainly written by my wife. She thought it might be fun to try to write a story seen from the opposite side.

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I am a divorced man who lives alone with my 2 daughters. This took place at a time when I was in my early 40s. My youngest daughter, 19, went to high school, on her last year. She had talked me into having some kind of high school party at our cottage. It was agreed that it should take place at Pentecost and that they should bring tents in which they could spend the night.

I had extended the covered patio with some tarps so bad weather wouldn't affect the party.

During that Friday, the young people arrived. Their parents had organized to have them driven out to us and within a few hours the whole lower part of the grounds was filled with tents.

Several of the parents brought their contribution to the party, in the form of salads and other food items, and my task consisted solely of making sure that the barbecue was going well, we had hired the blacksmith to make a large barbecue out of a severed oil drum.

The party developed into quite a lively one. Fortunately, it was a wonderfully warm summer evening. And quite predictably, there were some who were not quite able to control their drinking. Although it was agreed that they should be content with drinking wine, of course there were a few of the boys who had brought something a little stronger than wine. around 11 p.m. a bunch of them decided to go down to the local disco, down by the beach hotel.

Ane, my daughter, came to me and asked me if I could take care of Gitte, a tall, slightly plump and well-developed girl of 19, who was Ane's best friend. She had therefore been a frequent guest in both our home and the summer house for several years.

She was hanging - clearly drunk - on a bench at the back of the house, and when I asked how she was, she mumbled something about being nauseous and unable to walk.

Meanwhile, the happy crowd set off down the road to the beach.

When I persuaded Gitte to get up and come in, it was clear that she was right. Her legs couldn't carry her, but there was no way around it. I had to take her into the bathroom and help her empty her stomach.

It now came completely by itself. Just as I had grabbed her, to lift her up, she vomited, so that it ran down her blouse and further down her jeans.

It obviously helped to get rid of whatever was in her stomach. Gitte sat up, looked down at herself and clearly thought that what she saw was disgusting.

"Help me out of this disgusting blouse," she said.

I pulled the blouse free from her jeans, and as carefully as possible I lifted it over her head. But it certainly wasn't pretty. Her dark hair was smeared with leftovers from her last meal.

With a firm grip on her, I carried her halfway into the bathroom. She could now stand up, leaning against the sink.

"I have to pee," she said suddenly and sat down on the toilet.

With joint help, we managed to pry her pants down. She asked me to go down into the tent and get her bag so she could put on some clean clothes. When I came back after a short time, she had taken off her jeans, panty and bra and was standing naked looking at herself in the mirror. Her young body was stunningly beautiful. I tried to pretend it was nothing and said I thought she would benefit from a hot shower.

It didn't take long before she was standing in the shower and washing thoroughly all over. She unabashedly soaped her little hair bush between her legs and washed her hair. The bath helped her to feel better, and she came back to herself a bit more, so now I dared to leave her alone for a bit. I went into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee.

Soon after, Gitte came out of the bathroom, wearing a t-shirt that reached her mid-thighs.

"Puh-ha," she said as she tried to brush her wet hair. "I must have gotten quite drunk."

I got her to sit on the sofa and wrapped her in a blanket, then made her drink some of the hot coffee. It wasn't long before she dozed off, so I had her put into one of the lower bunks in one of the rooms. After a bit of tidying up, I looked in at Gitte one last time, and placed a tub next to the bed, in case she needed to throw up again.

Then I took a quick shower myself, went to bed and fell asleep almost immediately.

I don't know how long I slept, but at one point I felt someone lying next to me in the double bed. At first, I thought it was Ane who had chosen to sleep inside instead of with her friends, but when I got up on my elbow, I saw that there was Gitte, who was looking at me in the dim light.

"Are you afraid to sleep alone?" I asked. She nodded and crawled under my covers.

"Please be kind and hold me, won't you?" she asked, pressing her soft body into mine.

I carefully put my arm around her so that my hand lay against her back, which I stroked and soothed. Gitte took my hand and brought it down to her chest.

"You can touch me here," she said. "It feels so nice."

"But Gitte," I said. "You know this isn't right, don't you?"

"I'm over 18, actually 19," she replied a little sourly, "So it's definitely not illegal."

"But still. You're Ane's best friend..."

"But what if I promise never to tell anyone."

Then she told me that in all the years she had been visiting our house, she had been in love with me. She hadn't seen anything of her own father since she was 4 years old, and she usually couldn't stand her mother's changing boyfriends. Several months ago, she had decided that I should be her first lover.

"But it won't work, Gitte. The others can come home any time."

"If only you want to touch me a little," she said and put her hand under my duvet and grabbed my stiff member. She smiled.

"Come now," she said simply, bending forward and giving me a quick kiss on the mouth, "It will be several hours before they come back:"

I let my hand slide down her back, down under the hem of her t-shirt, and up to caress the young, firm breasts.

"Do you like it?" I asked as I slid my hand over her stomach and gently stroked the smooth inner side of her thigh.

She rolled completely onto her back, lay with her eyes closed, pushed the covers aside and parted her thighs. Carefully I let a finger slide up her crack. It seemed as if she had received an electric shock as the finger grazed her clit.

"I want to make it nice for you, but then you have to go into your room afterwards too," I said. I bent over her, pulled up the t-shirt, and gently began to lick her breasts. With both hands she took my head and pressed it down hard against her. Slowly I moved my mouth down her body, licking her navel and continuing down between her thighs. Carefully I moved my tongue on the inside of the thighs and slowly approached the small fine crack. With a pointed, stiff tongue, I carefully drove up between her labia, until it found the hard clit. Then I let my saliva wet the whole area, and faster and faster I ran my tongue up and down and from side to side over the swollen bud. With my fingers I nuzzled and caressed her nipple. Gitte began to moan and whimper as she pressed my head down onto her lap.

Suddenly she swung her legs up over my back, locking my head between her thighs. An almost animal sound came from far down her throat, and soon after she became completely relaxed. She lay perfectly still and played with my hair when in the distance we could hear the group returning from their visit to the disco.

"I guess I better go," she said, grabbing her t-shirt and duvet and running into the next room. Walking out of the bedroom she said,

"But you have to promise me we'll do it for real soon."

After a lot of commotion around the bathroom, the returnees disappeared into the tents.

On Saturday morning, Gitte took part in an expedition down to the local supermarket and bread sale, to buy food for breakfast, and afterwards everyone started cleaning up after the party and packing up tents and sleeping bags.

Shortly after lunch, the first parents came to collect the young people. As the clock approached 3 p.m., it was completely cleaned up and the last car left the cottage.

Ane had agreed that she should be with her mother for the rest of Pentecost, so she drove with one of the other parents. The only one who had not yet been picked up was Gitte.

"Is your mother coming to pick you up?" I asked.

"No, I called her from the payphone this morning and said I'd like to stay up here with you over Pentecost." she replied with a wry smile. "I thought Ane was staying here too."

"No, you didn't, you bad girl," I said. "You knew very well that Ane was going home to her mother."

"You're not mad, are you," she asked, tilting her head fondly and smiling. I smiled and shook my head in denial

It was almost a heat wave now. there was a suffocating heat over the area, and there was a total calm. I suggested we go for a walk down the beach to cool off a bit.

"Shouldn't we take a swim when we're down there?" suggested Gitte. "I could use a cooling off."

We went inside to change into swimwear. Gitte shamelessly threw away her t-shirt and shorts and stood naked rummaging in her bag for a bikini, which she put on in the open door while chatting. It was clear that she enjoyed my hungry glances.

When we got down to the beach, we could see that a storm was gathering on the horizon. We ran down to the water's edge, threw towels, t-shirt and sandals in a pile, and waded into the cold water. Although it was very warm in the air, the temperature in the water had not reached much above 17 degrees.

The swim was fresh, and after a few minutes the thunderstorm broke out over the sea. The other bathers disappeared quite quickly, and when the rain suddenly set in, we had the beach to ourselves.

We went up and put the towels around our shoulders, got our sandals on, and when we got back to the cottage, we were completely soaked, and a bit cold.

Together we went into the shower, helped each other out of the wet swimwear, and started soaping each other up.

"Can't you teach me how to kiss properly?" asked Gitte, putting her arms around my neck and pressing her lips to mine. My semi-rigid cock now grew to full erection. With my tongue I parted Gitte's lips and forced my tongue into her mouth. For a long time, we stood and kissed while the water ran down over our bodies.

Suddenly, the water heater couldn't keep up anymore, and switched to a cold wash. We jumped out of the bath, and I found a couple of fresh towels.

Slowly I began to wipe Gitte, first the back, then the breasts, then I sat down and wiped the long legs, and the buttocks and the pussy. It was obvious that she was very horny. The pussy was nice and moist, and I couldn't help but taste it.

"Now it's my turn," she moaned, grabbing the towel and starting to dry me off. It went pretty quickly until she was on her knees wiping my stiff cock. Then she let go of the towel and grasped the cock with both hands and looked at it inquisitively. Then she tentatively ran her tongue up the shaft a few times, before gently letting her tongue play over the head of the cock, which had gradually reached a natural wetness. Then she looked up at me inquisitively before sliding the cock head into her mouth.

"Come on," I said quietly, standing her up. We went into the bedroom where I laid her on the double bed.

"Do you like to lick?" I asked. Gitte nodded and climbed down and took the dick in her mouth again. I positioned myself so that my face was right next to her cunt, and proceeded to work it with my tongue while she was about to swallow my cock. Gitte's cunt was now soaking wet. I sat up, grabbed her neck and quietly lifted her head up, looking deep into her eyes.

"Do you really want to fuck for real?" I asked quietly.

"Oh, yes," she replied. "But I didn't dare ask."

Carefully I rolled her onto her back and pushed a pillow into place under her bottom. I crawled in and knelt between her legs, bent over her and kissed her on the mouth, neck, cheeks and eyes while quietly pressing my cock against her cunt and slowly moving it up and down the crack. After a short moment I took hold of the cock and steered the head between her labia.

"Yes," she whispered. "I'm ready now. Bring it."

Slowly I took the dick a little further into her, then immediately pulled it back again. Each time a little deeper. Gitte had lifted her head and held my cheeks while she stared deeply into my eyes.

"Oh, how lovely," she breathed. Gradually I had worked the length of my cock up her tight pussy. I could feel that I was now hitting the bottom, deep inside her. I picked up the pace while concentrating on not coming and grabbed her breasts with both hands.

Little by little, there was a real stirring in her lower body. She found the rhythm and pushed her abdomen strongly up against each time I hit bottom. Soon she was completely unruly. Her whole body was in motion and sweat ran down between her breasts.

Time and time again my cock almost slipped out of her cunt because she was so eager. She just yelled, "YES, YES," until she suddenly collapsed completely and clamped her thighs together around my hips. She wrapped her arms around my head and kissed and licked me all over my face. Then she lay completely still with her eyes closed. I unwound myself from her arms and legs and lay down next to her quietly while caressing her face and breasts. After a while she opened her eyes, looked at me and said,

"I didn't think it could be so wonder-ful... I'm thirsty."

She got up and got 2 cokes from the fridge. When she came back, she asked,

"We don't go home until Monday, do we? I have so much more to learn, and I want to learn more."

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Thank you very much for reading this little story.