Based on my life: Names and places have been changed to protect privacy. Yes this stuff is all true, I cant imagine trying to make up crap like this!
My first boyfriend had very fair skin. Where I could stay in the sun for hours and turn a dark brown, poor Ken despite the sunscreen would turn into Lobster Boy before my eyes. Twenty four hours into what was supposed to be our Wild Senior year of high school spring break instead of playing beach volley ball in one of the tiny bikinis Id brought, I was in a dirty Key West hospital, rubbing cream over my boyfriends burnt and blistered skin.
My mother, in her infinite wisdom had decided that instead of taking my friends and I to Key West herself would send my 20 something step brother and cousin to look after us. As irresponsible as that sounds my friend Lisa's family was vacationing in the condo next to ours. I'm sure my mother thought that her friends and neighbors Lisa's parents would keep an eye on us. Although she was far from mother of the year, my mother did know about real estate. The "condo's" that my family and our neighbors had bought were actual pieces of Florida paradise. They were two identical, oceanfront, four bedroom, 3 bath, cottages separated by an incredible shared lagoon style pool. Yes, my mother knew real estate. She didn't know that Lisa's father had been, and still technically was my first lover. For most of my relationship with my friend's father, I was still madly in love with my first boyfriend Ken. I couldn't help myself with him. I never really told him no, but then again, I hadn't exactly told him yes either.
It was well into day three of my vacation when Ken and I finally got back from the hospital. I gave some drugs to poor extra crispy Ken and he was finally able to rest comfortably, but it was more like a comma than rest. No one was at the condo. I found myself abandoned by my family and friends for the temptation of the boats and beach parties. I was bored and found myself drinking several very strong margaritas from the mix left over from the previous night's festivities. Festivities which I'd of course missed! Fairly drunk and a bit sleepy decided to get some sun. I dozed off floating on a raft, in the pool listening to the sound of the ocean that sprawled out endlessly in front of me.
I opened my eyes. Through my pink sunglasses lens I saw him. He was sitting in a deck chair in his bathing suit watching me. My body was frozen in excitement but tingly still from the margaritas. I couldn't seem to move. He looked so handsome in that blazing hot late afternoon sunlight. His lightly tanned skin glowing, reflecting from the sun. I felt myself smiling at him. My mind screamed at me. "What are you doing Lola!" it said. "Don't look at him like that.. no stop it! You love Ken! Your gonna go to hell!" My body and the rest of my brain thanks to the drinks ignored this voice. I was smiling at him.
I slid off the raft and into the water. I waded toward the steps of the pool and slowly got out. He didn't say a word. He just smiled back watching me. His eyes scanning my body top to bottom. It was like he was memorizing me. Looking at my body, noting its changes, since he'd last seen it. I took off my sunglasses and set them on the table. He stood up, and walked toward the door of their condo.
I could hear the television through the closed glass doors of our condo. A vision of my poor crispy comatose Ken ran through my head. "I should be in there with him" I thought. "I should walk away right now and lock myself in that condo with the man I adore".
The sliding glass door of the other condo opened. I turned and looked at him. He looked at me. Goddamn, he was so sexy. I didn't think anymore. I walked to the door and slowly stepped inside. He followed me in, sliding the door shut. Compared to the sweltering heat outdoors the air conditioning in that condo was like arctic heaven.
He locked the door, smiling at me. My nipples were hard as rocks from the air conditioning and the anticipation of his touch.
"We don't have to hurry..." he whispered coming toward me. I shuddered at the sound of his voice. "They went to her parents house.."
I shook my head. I didn't care. I didn't want to hear why, or where his wonderful kind sweet wife was. I didn't want to know why we could do the terrible things we were about to do. I loved his wife. I had wished countless times that she were my mother. I adored her! To this day I still do. I loved his daughter. She was then, and still is, one of my best friends! Our families had been intertwined for as long as I could recall. At that moment my mind raced, thinking of the past. All the times I'd eaten diner at their house. The millions of times his wife had been kind to me, when my own mother had neglected me. All these thoughts came to a halt when he pulled me close.
He kissed me. He'd been the first man I'd ever kissed. The only other had been Ken. Lisa's father kissed me hungrily. As always I felt like he was devouring me like he was a starving man, pawing my body roughly, bruising my lips with his kisses.
The guilt that I had felt before when he touched me wasn't as prevalent now. Maybe it was the heat, or the drinks? I didn't care. I hadn't been fucked since the last time we'd been together on New Years. I wanted him. I loved my boyfriend. The good catholic boy he was very pleased with the active sex life we had, although it was all oral. Ken was sure I was a virgin like him. In fact, everyone was sure I was. Everyone except for Lisa's father, who'd been fucking me every chance he could for almost a year. By that spring break, it had been three months since the last time we'd been together. All the protest that I had had in our previous encounters was gone. I wanted him. I wanted him so badly.
He smacked my ass hard making me burst out in giddy laughter. "Goddamn" he laughed "Have you been drinking?" I backed towards the door grinning playfully. "Hmm bad girl" he laughed. He grabbed me pushing me forward toward the master bedroom "Get in there!" he said playfully. I slowly walked toward the door turning around beckoning him with my hands. He watched me, standing there breathing calmly. My eyes roamed his body again. His cock was hard in his swim shorts it making an odd bulge. I watched his chest as he walked toward me. The faint muscles in his stomach moved with each step. "Your so sexy Lola" he said biting his lip.
I laid back on the edge of the bed supporting myself with my elbows. I smiled devilishly "Shhh..! Don't wake my boyfriend!" I whispered. "Damn I'm such a bitch" I thought to myself.
"Have you let him fuck you yet?" Lisa's father asked. He nodded in the direction of the condo, where my sweet Ken was still passed out. I shook my head no. "Patient guy" he laughed. He slid his hand up my thigh, over my stomach, making me shiver. He slowly kissed me and caressed my skin making me shake.
"I didn't think you could look anymore like a woman." he whispered. He pulled my bathing suit top off exposing my white breasts. "I was wrong." he said, cupping my breasts in his tan hands pushing them together, squeezing them.
To my dismay in the months since he'd first fucked me my body had filled out more. My breast had grown much larger than they'd once been. The small B cups my breasts had been were now D's.
I reached down rubbing his cock through his swim shorts. He groaned biting gently into my breast. "Please.." I whispered. My hand slipped into the waistband of his swim shorts grabbing his hard cock, squeezing it. He groaned in pleasure. He stood up, pulling his swim shorts off. I marveled at his cock as it sprang out in attention.
He hungrily kissed and licked my stomach, pulling my bathing suit bottoms down. He sucked and bit my nipples, still fondling me. My body was on fire. He ran his tongue down my stomach, past my navel. My breathing growing heavier the further south he went. Finally his lips hit my labia. I whimpered in pleasure biting my tongue to keep from crying out. He hummed quietly with excitement, like he always did.
He put his hands under my hips, holding my ass in his hands. He began to lick and tease my pussy at a torturously slow pace. His tongue ran up and down my pussy lips never using it to relieve the furious ache of my clit. Finally he pushed me apart with his fingers and sucked and licked me furiously. I screamed. I couldn't help it, it was too intense. His eyes jumped up from my stomach, to my face. Seeing the pleasure I was in he grinned and continued eat my sopping wet pussy. Our eyes met as I began to cum hard on his mouth. I gasped and writhed in pleasure, my legs wrapped around his shoulders. He never let up on his work between my legs extending my orgasm to incredible heights. Finally, still shaking in pleasure, I pulled him up to me by his hair kissing him.
"I love feeling your little cunt cum in my mouth" he whispered, as I kissed his neck. I shook in pleasure his dirty words sending my body into sexual overdrive. I grinned sliding out from under him pushing to my side. He laid on the bed on his back. I was quickly positioned between his legs my mouth immediately on his cock. He cried out in surprise and pleasure. I giggled and slowly pulled his cock from my mouth. I had to tease him a bit. I slowly licked the length of his shaft with my broad flat tongue watching his reaction as I did. I kissed the head of his cock, ever so slowly my mouth wet and hot, and my lips stroking the sensitive curve of his organ. "Hmmm... Lola.." He moaned grabbing my head forcing his cock into my mouth even deeper. I sucked the length of him down my throat quickly. The deep throat action made his entire body clench in delight. I wasn't done tormenting him. My mouth left his shaft and I began to lick and suck his balls. I gently massaged each one in my mouth with my tongue as I stroked his hard cock. I could feel his heart beating as I moved my hand up and down his cock. He was breathing heavy, grunting sinful words, and thrusting his hips forward, pushing himself deeper into my throat. I sucked and swallowed him greedily. My hands running up and down his thighs, exploring his body. He yanked my head up by my hair roughly. He looked at me. I licked my lips wantonly. He was breathing heavily. His eyes were glassy. His gaze drifted down my neck, to my breasts, that were crushed against the bed. He smiled wickedly and sat up quickly. Using my hair her pulled me to him. I slid my hands over his smooth skin, which was slick with perspiration. He kissed me, biting my lip making me moan in his mouth.
