It was tough being nineteen and starting my first year in college. I had just walked into the house from school when I noticed the note from my mom: ‘Please give this bag to Stacy, she should be over around 4pm to pick it up.’ Stacy was a very beautiful woman who was thirty-five, but could easily pass for a college freshman. I looked at the clock—it was three p.m.—this would give me over an hour to pleasure myself before she arrived. I dashed upstairs to my room, sat on my bed and began to undress myself. I laid down on the bed before fiddling with my nipples that became ferociously hard almost instantly. After a minute or so I crawled my fingers down over my body and started massaging my pussy. It was becoming wet rapidly. After getting my pussy wet I reached for my much-loved dildo, and started fucking my wet pussy. I was so near to coming—I was groaning rather hotly—when suddenly I heard Stacy clear her throat.
I tried to cover myself up, but it was too late. ‘Stacy, please don’t tell my mom—she’d be so upset her going to church and all—she wouldn’t understand what a young girl like me would be doing this—she’d think it a sin!’ I begged Stacy. Stacy just smiled when she said it would cost me if I wanted her not to say anything to my mom. I pleaded with her some more and told her I would do anything she wanted. She repeated ‘anything’ while her grin began to broaden. She strolled over to my bed and halted in front of me—her pussy was a few centimetres from my face. She asked shrewdly: ‘ever been with a woman before?’
‘No way! I’d never do that—never!’ I hastily retorted.
