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to lose her virginity.

The following Friday afternoon she drove down to the Cape to the Rexham compound. "Mr. Rexham, thank you for getting me out of trouble. It's so hot, do you mind if I take a swim?"

Ten minutes later she walked out to the pool; the very secluded pool, naked.

Charles' cock stood up immediately. In that dress at the dance, she'd looked stunning. Now, she was indescribable. "I didn't think you'd mind." She giggled as she waded into the pool.

Swimming a few laps; floating on her back, "Mr. Rexham, the water is fantastic. Are you going to join me?"

"Let me go in and get my bathing suit."

"Oh no you don't. If I'm skinny dipping, you have to, too."

He was in his mid-fifties. For his age, he wasn't in bad shape and he'd never been hesitant to show off his big cock, which now was almost fully erect.

Of course it was; the beautiful Morey Marsh was on her back, naked in his pool. Her spectacular tits right there. The big black triangle between her legs, as dark as the hair on her head. All off-set by her pure white skin.

Once undressed, Charles waded in. "Mr. Rexham," she laughed, "I hope you're excited looking at me."

Morey wasn't completely innocent. For the past six months, she dated some of the senior boys at Rexham High School. A few of them felt up her tits; a few of them got a hand job, but no more.

She was certain that none of them were anywhere close to being as big as Mr. Rexham. On the other hand, they were boys, not men.

"Morey, you are a beautiful woman. Yes, it's looking at you that has me excited."

She swam over to him, and put her arms around him. "Mr. Rexham, I'm pretty sure I know what a man like you has in mind for this weekend. I'm looking forward to it." She kissed him on the mouth, and reached below the water and stroked his cock. Damn, that's big she thought.

He didn't hesitate to take one of her tits in his hand. With the boys, her blouse was open and her bra unhooked and it was in the dark. They told her she had great tits. Now, Mr. Rexham was holding one and he could clearly see both of them. "Morey, you have the most magnificent . . ."

"You can call them titties, Mr. Rexham; it's okay. Breasts sounds like Biology class, and I hope you're okay if I call what I'm holding a cock, a very big cock." She giggled and kissed him on the mouth again; this time with her tongue.

They splashed around like that for a while. "Mr. Rexham, I'm so ready for more. Why don't I take a shower first?"

There was an outdoor shower; Charles found her some towels. Standing there watching the water pour over her, he just smiled. She was centerfold gorgeous. "Mr. Rexham, join me. I can't seem to get all the chlorine off my titties," she giggled. Morey giggled a lot. She was a high school girl; of course she did.

Yes, Morey Marsh wanted Charles to play with her titties, but she also grabbed a bar of soap and washed his cock. "Mr. Rexham, I'm a virgin, but I've played with some of the boys at school; they're nothing like you. I hope bigger is better."

She got on her knees to wash it thoroughly. No, she didn't put it in her mouth. "I think I'm going to like you're big cock."

"Why don't we get out and dry off?"

"Good idea. Mr. Rexham, I think it's almost time for you to take my virginity. I don't want to be a virgin any longer."

Morey Marsh expected Charles to get on top of her and it would soon be over. She bit her tongue, anticipating the pain.

It wasn't like that at all.

"Morey, for your first time, it's only right that I make sure you're pussy is ready. I don't want to hurt you."

"Thank you, Mr. Rexham."

To her surprise, he went down on her. At pajama parties and sleep-overs, her girlfriends discussed sex all the time; that along with boys was the main topic of conversation. The consensus was that they'd never let a boy do anything like what Mr. Rexham was starting to do.

Morey justified it by thinking he wasn't a boy, but a man, who certainly seemed to know what he was doing.

She masturbated; she masturbated a lot, but those feelings were nothing like what she was feeling now with Mr. Rexham's tongue. She forgot about his age; she forgot about why she had to do this. She didn't even like Southern Comfort. When she went out partying, vodka with Red Bull was her drink of choice.

"Oooooooh, Mr. Rexham, I never thought it would be like this," she said after another orgasm swept over her.

Unlike other young women like Ava Poorman, it took a few visits with him before he thought they were ready to reciprocate.

Morey Marsh was different. "Mr. Rexham," she said, "stroking his hair, as she came down from an orgasm, with him laying between her legs, his face in her bush, "I'd like to learn how to give you a blowjob. It seems only fair."

"Do you know how? Have you done that before?"

"Oh no, but my girlfriends and I talk about it. It's a good way not to get pregnant."

To his surprise, Morey Marsh thought that cocksucking was the greatest thing. He smiled, to himself, he thought perhaps it's the way I ate her pussy that had her anxious to reciprocate.

Then Charles thought of Morey's pussy. Was there anything better than the taste of young virgin pussy? Or almost virgin pussy?

Not just that weekend, but whenever he saw Morey, she couldn't get on her knees fast enough.

Years ago, my psychologist explained it to me. "Tom, some women feel that in bed their job is to please the man they're with, and fellatio is their way of doing so. Sometimes, to the exclusion of all else. Take yourself, we've discussed your fascination with cunnilingus. You feel that you haven't satisfy a woman unless you've satisfied her orally." She was right about that.

It took a while, but within a few months, Morey Marsh had Charles' entire cock deep in her mouth. Of course, Charles Rexham rewarded her with his tongue and there was always fucking.

TO BE CONTINUED

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