Losing it

Not my story but I'm sharing it....
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Call it entrapment or seduction; I lost it to a guy older than my father.

This guy and his buddy lived across the street, and he hired me to clean house for them when I was fourteen. He must have been close to fifty, little hair left on top, and I could grab his belly when he was sitting down. He was just OLD, and the idea of sex with him was ugh.

On the other hand, he was a nice guy, paid well, and I could talk to him without any trouble. I came on Saturday mornings and every few weeks there’d be a Friday night party to clean up. His bar had a dozen bottles in it, and the refrigerator always had several different beers and some wine bottles it.

I started down the drinking path with my friends. We’d go to a lake on private land, or sometimes just a couple of us would hide out in the woods of a nature park the backed up to the neighborhood. The only problem was that my friends wanted me to contribute booze, and I really didn’t have any way to get it.

Finally I got the courage to ask the guy I cleaned for if he would pay me with some beer so I could go party with my friends Saturday night.

He explained that giving booze to minors was illegal, but that maybe I could just “steal” some as kind of a tip for doing special things. He told me how pretty I was and how much he enjoyed seeing my sexy body while I worked, and that he wouldn’t miss a six-pack after he saw me working in a bikini.

The next time I cleaned, I wore my bikini under my jeans and shirt. When I got to his place, I shed my outer clothes and cleaned his place in my swimsuit. When he paid me, he ask when I went out partying, and then mentioned that the side door would be unlocked about that time.

After a couple of weeks of his watching me in my swimsuit, he asked if one six-pack was enough. I showed him my tits for 60 seconds and there were 2 six-packs for me that evening.

When I came to clean next time, he said there were margaritas left from the party and offered to let me have one. I tasted great, and the buzz felt good. He made me pace myself, and since it took me about three hours to clean, the buzz was over when I went home.

Each time I’d work for him, he’d have a different drink for me, so I got to try grasshoppers and long island iced tea and all sorts of things. In exchange, I’d stand in front of him with my boobs in his face and let him kiss and lick and suck on them. Most weeks, it really felt good. So good, that I stopped watching how long he got to see me and started letting him go as long as he wanted.

Well, one of my friends started bringing a bottle to our parties, and I since I was always showing up with beer, they thought I ought to be able to get a bottle too.

So I ask about getting a bottle, and in exchange I let him put his hand inside my bottoms and finger me. He certainly knew what he was doing because he made me cum so hard my legs gave out and he had to catch me as I slumped on him.

That evening I collected a fifth of Jack Daniels. The next week he got me to take bottom off and layback in the sofa while he ate me to multiple orgasms.

The next week was my period week and wondered if he’d really want to go down on messy, smelly me. Instead, he offered me two bottles for playing with his dick and coached me through giving him a hand job.

A couple of weeks later he was eating me to orgasm and finger fucking me to orgasm and I was taking him into my mouth and getting him to cum there. I was hooked on the sex and the admiration my friends gave me for supplying our parting.

A month later, he made his move. I was horny as hell when I arrived, and he had a stiff drink waiting for me. When I was doing the guest room, I noticed condoms on the dresser, which made me think about him taking my virginity. I was well buzzed and the idea didn’t seem too bad.

Entering the room, he told me to get naked as we would take a break together and play now instead of waiting until I finished cleaning. When he started suckling my boobs and I started going wild. Then he had me undress him and suck his cock, which turned me on even more

He stopped me before I could get him to cum, telling me he would wait to cum until we finished. Then he started eating me and fingering me but not letting me cum. He talked dirty to me about how much better a cock would feel inside then his fingers. He kept me on edge until I just had to have him inside me, and got me begging for his cock.

I no longer gave a damn about anything. I wanted him to do anything to me that would make me cum. When he told me to get the condom, I knew I was finally going to get the fucking of me life. And I wanted it so bad!

He lay on his back and showed me how to roll the condom over his dick. Then he had me straddle him, line up his cock with my pussy, and slowly lower myself onto him. It was pure pleasure. There was only a moment of discomfort because he had already stretched me wide open with his fingering.

Next, his hands were on my waist rocking my bottom sliding me around on his shaft. Then he got me to shift my hips back and forth and find the rhythm that felt best. Quickly I was filling myself with him, over, and over again. The feelings in my clit and inside my pussy were increasable.

Then I was cuming, and I kept cuming until I was too sensitive to move any more. I lay on him, resting and still keeping him inside me. After a bit, he started flexing his hips and fucking me again. I couldn’t help fucking him back and going for another orgasm.

We must have kept fucking and resting forever, him staying hard and not cumming, while I have no idea how many times I came. I finally got too sore and told him we’d have to stop for a while.

He wasn’t ready to quit. Rolling me over, he lifted my legs way up in the air and hauled my bottom up off the bed. Then he started slamming into me fast and hard, bouncing his public bone against my clit. His cock grew bigger and harder. Suddenly, my pussy clutched it fiercely as I started cumming violently. Then he froze, thrust as far inside me as he could get, and I felt him twitching over, and over as he finally came.

We lay there, both exhausted, and I thought to myself that even though he wasn’t close to looking like a stud, he really knew how to be one. His experience made my first time a great one!