Maria was 18, but – even without make up – she looked 25.
Her eyes were crystal blue, her nose was straight and proud, and her lips – well, her lips were to die for. Her top lip was not too thin, but not too full, while her bottom lip appeared engorged with sensuality at all times.
She had legs that went on forever, 36c tits that perfectly complemented the rest of her36-24-36 figure. At 5 feet 10 inches tall, she was a size 12, rather than the so-called “perfect 10”, but she never looked less than sensational.
She had looked great since puberty hinted at a marginally early arrival, around the age of 11 or 12. So much so that on her 14th birthday, she found herself having to deal with the unwelcome attentions of a drunken uncle in his late 40’s who came in his trousers as he attempted to force her to let him feel her tits. She successfully held him off, and laughed at him as he hurriedly left her parents house struggling to hide the sticky mess and discomfort that lay under his trousers. Maria told no one what had happened, but always gave that uncle short shrift whenever he came to visit.
Not that boys her own age interested her. They were usually spotty and more interested in football or loud heavy metal music, and in any case the glances she got from older men held much greater appeal. Apart from any other factor, older men had money.
Her father was extraordinarily protective of his daughter, but always believed what she told him about where she’d been and who she’d been with. As far as he was concerned, she was a virgin, even though she had enjoyed, or rather, endured her first fuck at the age of 16. Thomas Smart, the head boy at her school and a year older than Maria, had impressed her by revealing that had bought a packet of 3 condoms and that was enough. He was good looking enough for her to experiment with. It had hurt a bit, though not as much as she’d feared and he had cum within about 45 seconds of entering her. It never crossed his mind that she might want to cum too, so the brief clumsy session ended with her sore and frustrated.
Since then, she had slept with four others, but each was much older than Thomas Smart and, indeed, much older than Maria. She had become a regular visitor to the local Social and Community Club where the word quickly went round the few youngish male regulars that she was “up for it”. The club was mainly populated by local housewives and their daughters, enjoying a change of scenery from the family home and a twice-weekly game of bingo. However, five or six young men of the district also played pool and snooker there most nights, and they formed a queue to fuck Maria.
Over a period of about twelve months, she flirted, fucked and discarded four of them in turn. The first took her in his parents bed while they were away on holiday, the next two each used the back seat of his car, while the fourth actually booked the two of them into a nearby motel for the night – Maria telling her Dad that she had gone to visit an old friend who had just gone to University.
When Danny started to visit the club, he jumped the queue as far as Maria was concerned. He was 6’3”, solid muscle and black. He was also married, with a wife and two young children, but that was mere detail as far as Maria was concerned.
She would smile at him, wink at him, and flaunt herself in front of him, whenever he was nearby. Her mother, who usually went to the club with her and had a good idea about Maria’s sex life, pretended not to notice. She was certainly not going to mention it to her husband – he would only see that his innocent little daughter was being tempted by a black bastard, and he hated blacks. It was quite likely that blood would be spilt, and it could easily be his.
After two weeks of her flirting, flaunting and teasing, Maria turned up at the club to find an ice-cold Coke being offered to her by Danny. Suddenly she felt nervous, tingly, excited, and unsure of what to do or say.
“So,” Danny said, “you are Maria.”
“Y-yes”.
“Well, it seems you know that I am Danny – and I am married Maria, but don’t think I haven’t noticed you trying to attract my attention and don’t think I am not flattered. But –like I say – I am married and I am probably ten years older than you, so let’s cool it shall we?”
