Justin deflowered his long-time sweetheart and then cheated.
Category: Erotic couplings.
TAGS: Cheating; Creampie; Cunnilingus; Deflower, First time, Fellatio, Student sex
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Background:
This work plays off in South Africa before the introduction of cell phones in 1994. The academic year starts January/February and ends November/December.
Students interested in teaching positions at government schools are required to complete the ‘Higher Educational Diploma’ (HED), which was a postgraduate diploma offered at the major universities at the time of the work.
This is a stand-alone work.
Readers who’ve read ‘Infertility Issues’ can look out for a common event – which plays no role in this work. Leave a comment if you are the first one to spot it.
The events and characters in this story are entirely fictitious and chosen purely to fit into the work’s lot. All characters in sexual situations, real or implied, are 18 or above.
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Acknowledgements:
I am much indebted to kenjisato for the thorough editing of the text (multiple times) and making this story much more readable and enjoyable than I could master on my own. I take responsibility for any error that remains.
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September 1976
Maria walked over to her daughter, Stacey, where she was washing dishes and cutlery. Justin, Stacey’s boyfriend since grade eight, was next to her and drying the washed items. Stacey’s eighteenth birthday was two months ago, but to make sure her ailing grandmother, whom she was named after, could share in her happiness, they delayed the big party until she had recovered from a serious fall. Grandma and her granddaughter were very close, and Stacey insisted on the delay.
The party was over and all the guests had left; it was only Justin and Stacey’s parents, who were cleaning up. Maria put her hand on Stacey’s shoulder to draw her attention. “Stace, it was a long and busy day for you, go home and get some rest; let Justin take you.”
“You sure? There’s still a lot of cleaning to be done.”
Maria, looked at her daughter, and stroked a hand lovingly over her hair. “Go home and rest; tomorrow will be another busy day for you. And don’t worry about us, I booked a room for your dad and I. We’re also tired, but will go to bed as soon as we’re done, so, don’t expect us home.”
Stacey gave her mother a hug. “Thank you, love you.” There wasn’t a lot of stuff in the sink to finish, so she decided to finish it off, because it would be less work for her mother.
After the water had drained and she had cleaned the sink, she took Justin’s hand and went to her mother to give her a goodbye hug. Her dad also got a hug from her. Justin, who almost felt like family, also hugged Maria goodbye and shook Jeff’s hand, before the two walked out to Justin’s car. Although she had started dating Justin in grade eight, and their relationship grew intimate over time, it had never gotten sexual.
Justin looked at Stacey, as soon as he got seated in his car. “Your mom is cool.”
Stacey looked at Justin and took his hand, she knew well what he was referring to, but she faked ignorance. “What… Why?”
“I think she knows… and she approves of our plans. I mean, why would she tell you that you shouldn’t expect them home tonight – in my presence? Why arrange to ‘sleep over’ if the house was less than thirty kilometers (20 mi) away?” Justin leaned over, kissed Stacey, and slid his hand over her breast.
Stacey broke the kiss. “Let’s go then, why waste time in the parking lot, if we have the whole house to ourselves…”
Maria looked on, as Justin’s car’s taillights turned left at the venue’s entrance, and a knowing smile appeared on her face. Stacey asked her on her actual eighteenth to make an appointment at a gynecologist for a birth-control prescription. She admired the two for abstaining from sex for so long. Maria trusted Justin, he would put his life on the line, to protect Stacey. They were an item for almost four years, and he never had set a foot wrong in all that time.
As the lights disappeared in the distance, she imagined Justin helping Stace out of her dress, fumbling along, and drawn out as an entree to their foreplay. Her heart was racing and her breathing shallow. Curious about her own state of arousal, she touched her own breast. Her hard nipple confirmed to her, that her longing thoughts of being in Stacey’s position, of being eighteen again and losing her virginity, was turning her on. She’d better focus on finishing off so she and Jeff could take an early, intimate break…
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Although Justin’s parents were divorced due to his mother having an affair years ago, it didn’t seem to affect Justin like so many rebellious kids from broken marriages. As a matter of fact, the situation made him determined to be true and loyal to his partner.
Justin, an only child, lived with his father, Wilson, who was a respected lawyer in Cape Town. He made sure that his son had good manners. And although money wasn’t an issue, Justin was never spoiled rotten.
His parents’ break-up came about when his mother, Retha, fell for the advances of a more senior colleague. She may have resisted, had it been anyone else, but Bill.
When their paths initially crossed, Bill was an honors student, while Retha was in her first year. They met on a weeklong field excursion arranged by the geology department of the University of Cape Town (UCT), where they studied. She felt flattered when she saw him constantly ogling her during the bus ride to the site. At the site, he pitched his tent next to hers. He was also constantly close by, during the day in the field, showing her interesting rock samples. Nervously excited, she managed to evade him the first night, using the group as a barrier. She had an uneasy night, thinking what could have been.
On the second night, Retha was understandably tired and withdrew early from the bonfire, where the group normally chatted and socialized until late. Bill saw her leaving, and got up to walk her to her tent. Once he caught up to her, he pointed out different clusters of stars, and shared interesting astronomy facts about the constellations and the legends behind them. He asked her if she was interested in viewing Saturn through his small telescope, promising that it would be a spectacular object to view.
Saturn was indeed spectacular, and she should have ended the telescope viewing session there, but she fell for his promise that the moon, too, looked spectacular through his telescope. It did, but he had his hands on her hips. She fell for viewing the Great Orion Nebula, which, too, was impressive. She shouldn’t have asked where in the sky it was because he slipped his hands over her tummy to stand right behind her. Whispering softly in her ear, he showed with his free hand where to look, while working his hand over her tummy and onto her breast. It was all over for her when he nibbled her ear, and slipped his other hand into her panties. A wonderful evening turned into a sex-filled trip, and ended up as a very special year for the two.
Bill was the top student of the year, and easily got a lucrative offer from Tuks (University of Pretoria) as a lecturer. Although the two tried to keep their relationship alive, their feelings for each other faded over time, and they lost contact. Bill finished his Ph.D at Tuks, where he got an appointment as an Associate Professor. He also met Netta, got married and had a son and daughter with her.
In her final year, Retha met Wilson, who was studying part-time for a postgraduate degree in law and they got married a year later. Retha was appointed as a research assistant to a professor at UCT after the completion of her studies. Soon, she got pregnant with Justin, and had a hysterectomy due to serious complications during his delivery. After Justin’s birth, she received an appointment as a junior lecturer in the geology department, as she could no longer assist during field trips.
Wilson was in a comfort zone in his career. He attained the most senior position, in the law firm where he practiced, a non-partner could attain. It left him with sufficient family time to attend to his family’s needs.
When Justin was fifteen, Bill returned to UCT as a professor. He had recently divorced Netta, and immediately applied for the position, when the UCT vacancy was advertised. Bill still had feelings for Retha, but she resisted his advances. Her love life with Wilson bloomed due to her higher levels of arousal, and Wilson didn’t disappoint.
Then, a year after Bill’s return to UCT, a partner in the law firm retired early due to health issues, which opened up an opportunity for Wilson to fill the vacancy. It took a toll on his family, due to the much longer hours required he had to work. Wilson was often too tired to attend to Retha’s sexual needs, and she eventually gave in to Bill’s advances. Her first transgression occurred when she offered Bill a lift home, when his car wouldn’t start.
Still, Retha and Wilson separated amicably, and both parents could be proud of Justin.
The work environment at UCT became uneasy for Retha and Bill, when word got out that Retha’s divorce was because of her cheating on her husband with Bill. Lady luck was with them because both applied successfully for two senior vacancies advertised in the ‘geology department’ at the University of Pretoria. They married shortly afterwards.
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Justin slowly started to undress himself, while driving on the road. His bowtie was the first to go. At a red robot (traffic light), he managed to pull one arm out of the sleeve of his blazer, before the light turned green, when he had to move on. Along quiet parts of the road, he managed to pull his second arm out, and discarded the blazer onto the back seat.
His waistcoat’s buttons were next to be undone, and he released the last one, as they drove into the driveway at Stacey’s house. He opened the door for her, and threw the waistcoat onto the blazer on the back seat.
Stacey blushed. “Seems as if you can’t wait!”
Justin chuckled. “You’re dead right. It has been the only thing on my mind since we started to discuss it on your eighteenth. I would have done it on that night, if you didn’t stop me. You wanted to wait for your party. Remember, your mom left a note saying they wouldn’t be home before midnight. I eventually jacked myself off on the toilet.”
Stacey looked at Justin. “I wanted it to be special, not rushed. I had my period anyway, so it would have been messy. And my breasts were sensitive.”
Stacey waited for him to lock the car and took his hand, leading him to the front door. “Let’s go in then, I’ll need help to get out of this dress, and I see you can’t wait to volunteer.” She took his hand and led the way to the master bedroom.
Stacey wore a sleeveless, sky-blue princess dress with a built-in bra. The back was laced up in a tight fit around her waist. It took Justin some time to unlace the back, with his trembling and sweaty hands. Stacey kept the bodice in place by holding her hands over her breasts.
When Justin was done, she turned around to face him. Then, nervously, she slowly lowered her hands to reveal her breasts to him for the first time ever. He had touched and fondled them since her eighteenth, but always through her blouse and bra, and she had always stopped him from slipping his hands in under her dress, wishing for her ‘big reveal’ after her big party.
She and her mother had been planning her defloration, since Stacey asked her mother to make the appointment at the gynecologist. They deliberately chose a dress which required a second person’s assistance to undress, one that required no bra, so her breasts could be revealed as the dress slipped off to the ground.
Stacey’s heart raced in anticipation, as she saw Justin’s eyes light up and a happy smile grew on his face, as first one, then her second nipple, was exposed, as she slowly lowered her dress.
With all revealed, at least for now, she released her dress when her hands reached her stomach and the dress fell free onto her feet. Dressed now in a petticoat, she slipped her feet out of her shoes, as she stepped out of the dress and towards Justin to lift his chin to close his mouth. She leaned in until their lips made soft contact, waiting for Justin to take her lips with his.
It took Justin a few seconds to thaw out of his frozen state, and with his hands on her bare waist, pulled her closer and hungrily kissed her, her breasts pressing into his chest.
With Stacey’s hands wrapped around his neck, Justin had his hands free to explore her body. He didn’t waste any time in reaching for her breasts, which caused Stacey to purr when his fingers pinched her nipples. After enjoying the sensation, Stacey unwrapped her arms from his neck, and pushed Justin slowly back while ensuring that he continued to cuddle her tits.
She reached for his shirt’s buttons. “You’re overdressed.”
After his shirt had dropped onto the floor, she guided Justin’s hands to the petticoat’s buttons at her back, and reached for his belt herself, to start removing his pants. Justin seized the opportunity to lean in and took a nipple into his mouth. He had been dreaming about this moment, since sex with Stacey became a topic between them on her eighteenth.
Stacey’s knees buckled, the way Justin took her nipple between his lips and swirled his tongue, was better than in her dreams. She didn’t know how she managed to stay upright, maybe Justin supported her. Soon, her petticoat slipped down and Justin’s experienced hands displaced hers at his pants. He, too, was eager to get her undressed.
Justin reluctantly had to interrupt kissing Stacey’s nipple. He tried to work his shoes off his feet, while simultaneously trying to loosen his pants. Stacey seized the opportunity to push him back. With his pants around his knees, he only managed two steps before losing his balance and falling backwards onto Stacey’s parents’ bed. Stacey helped him out of his shoes before pulling his pants off, leaving his socks on his feet.
Stacey looked at his erection, straining to escape from his briefs. “Seems as if you have a prisoner who wants to jailbreak.” She leaned forward and pulled his briefs off and let them fall to the ground.
Justin, now naked except for his socks, took Stacey’s outstretched hands and got back onto his feet. All that was left, was to remove Stacey’s panties, so he reached down. Surprised at what he found, he stepped back and looked at Stacey’s hips, he didn’t expect to see a tight pair of granny pants He exclaimed as if disgusted, “You’re booby-trapped.”
Stacey chuckled and lifted her breasts. “Cannot be, my boobies aren’t trapped.” It was her mother’s idea, and it worked out better than expected. She was still savoring the moment when it was her turn to be pushed onto the bed. Justin wasted no time to take the panties’ waistband and pulled them off her.
Now fully naked, Stacey worked herself further onto the bed, until her head was laying on the pillows. With her finger, she beckoned Justin closer. Justin got onto the bed and shuffled closer. “Let’s not rush this, we’ve got the whole night. Let’s explore each other’s bodies, it will never again be as special as it is tonight.”
“That’s deep, I love you. Thank you for making it easy to delay a bit longer.” Stacey had thought about it and continued to offer her idea. “Let’s start with just kissing and touching. Then you can inspect my breasts, play with them, and see how they react. After that, I’ll love to see what your dick looks like, play with it, and even taste it. When I’m done, you can work my pussy, getting me wet, getting me ready to accept you inside.”
Without saying a word, Justin leaned in, meeting Stacey’s lips, while slowly working his hand towards her breast. Stacey’s hand drifted to Justin’s dick with the aim to wrap around it for the first time.
It was Stacey, who guided Justin’s lips towards her breasts, eager to move onto the next phase of discovery. Justin was fascinated by the darker hue of her areola. It was much lighter when she had slid her dress off. He blew softly over her nipples, wet from his saliva, and was captivated to see how the areolae contracted. He wondered how they would react, if they were rubbed with ice. He patiently played and waited for Stacey to move on.
The stimulation of her breasts, which weren’t used to the amount of ministrations they received, became too much for Stacey, and she decided to move on. She pushed Justin away from her breasts, and onto his back. Then she crawled in between his legs and wrapped her hand around his rock-hard dick. Only then, did she notice that her hand couldn’t wrap entirely around his dick, and realized that the large phallus in her hands, would soon be filling her virgin pussy. Doubt started to swirl through her mind, fighting with her desire to keep exploring. Its length was longer than the width of her hand, almost as long as the width of both her hands combined. Squeezing it, a pearl of pre-cum formed on the tip. She touched the blob, intrigued by the silk-like thread it pulled, when she brought her finger to her tongue to taste it. She leaned forward and licked off what remained on the tip, and was surprised by the twitch reaction.
Another pearl formed when she pulled his foreskin down, surprised to see the helmet was purple. The twitching intensified, as she spread the slippery blob over the purple helmet.
With a turbulent mind, she flopped onto her back, her knees bent and her feet slightly apart. Justin read the signs, it was his turn to explore her pussy. He kneeled between her legs – it was his first view of her hairy pussy, of any pussy. First of all, he parted the hair and noticed the glimmering split between the lips. Her juices pulled their own silky strands when he pulled the lips apart.
The dark folds inside surprised him, as sex-education illustrations showed them as pink. A lighter patch caught his eye, ‘the hymen’ flashed through his mind. He worked his hand higher to where her clitoris should be. The hood looked like a cape over a head, and he pulled it back, as if he wanted to expose the head. A glimmering button appeared, he leaned in to smell it and then he licked it. Stacey’s body stiffened, and she exhaled deep after holding her breath for a second or two. Stacey’s body shook as he lapped her pussy from bottom to top, gathering her juices and swirling it in his mouth when he was done.
His tongue probed into her hood, and he must have hit the mark. Stacey’s body tensed and started to shake as an orgasm erupted inside her. Her legs clamped onto his head and only started to release, when she started breathing again.
Stacey’s hands reached for Justin’s head. She was afraid to do this, but her urges were stronger, compelling her to pull his head closer to hers. Working his boner closer to her virgin vagina. The delay when his lips kissed her nipples, was a welcome relief, but her need for sex urged her on, to pull his head even closer, to have his lips on hers.
Relieved when their lips met and his tongue was hungrily exploring her mouth, she reached down. His erection was near her anus, and she guided it to her vagina. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, as she pulled the foreskin back.
Justin’s lips parted, he needed to concentrate. It was a big moment, the first time that he’d claim a pussy. This was the only pussy he wanted to claim in his entire life. He slid his hands under her back and curled his fingers around her shoulders. Then he started to push, slowly to allow Stacey to adapt, to react if she felt any pain.
Stacy felt how the pressure on her vagina increased, and gripped harder onto Justin’s cock, pulling it back, but only succeeding in pulling his foreskin even further back. A pain, as if a sting, grew; it connected with her rosebud which contracted in sympathy. The pressure continued to build up and she clenched her teeth, a tear ran down her temple. She tried to open her eyes to look Justin in his eyes when he burst through to victory, but the strain to handle the pain forced her eyes to close even tighter.
Another tear formed in her eye and ran down her temple, thinking that this had to stop, she shook her head. And then, after a sudden spike, the pain was gone. She could feel how her pussy slowly filled with Justin’s erection. She opened her eyes, concentration still visible on his face.
When Justin felt the soft tickle of Stacey’s pubic hair on his, he relaxed and looked into Stacey’s smiling face. He lowered his lips onto Stacey’s, enjoying the bliss of being together, of being one. Then suddenly, he broke the kiss. “Shit, I forgot the condom. It is in my blazer’s pocket… in the car. You should have stopped me.”
Stacey wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his lips closer to hers. She hooked her legs over his and smiled, as she saw Justin’s shock when he realized that he was trapped. “I always wanted to lose my virginity bareback. And I am on birth control.” She pulled his lips closer, nibbling on his when they met. Justin relaxed, taking her lips with his and slowly pulled his cock out; nature had taken over and he lost control, as he started to hammer his dick into Stacey. It wasn’t long before he erupted, and filled her pussy with his virile baby batter.
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Two weeks later:
“You sure you want to study at Tuks?” It was Jeff who wanted to know, as Stacey stepped into his study.
“Yes, why?” Stacey looked puzzled.
“I have to make a substantial payment towards your tuition fees and accommodation, and I don’t want to waste good money. It’ll be even more expensive if you add the travel cost.” Jeff looked up into Stacey’s eyes to show that cost wasn’t his only motivation. “And it is far, we’ll miss you because we’ll only see you during breaks.”
“Jeff, accept it. She’s going where Justin goes.” It was Maria who came to stick up for Stacey.
Jeff tried again. “Why can’t they both just go to Stellenbosch or UCT.”
Maria saved Stacey from answering. “Because Justin can study for free, using one of Retha’s employee benefits. And she has a spare bedroom for him to stay. It wouldn’t cost him a cent.”
Jeff realized that he’d lost the battle before it started – when Maria decided on something, he’d need a miracle to change her mind.
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Early March the next year; Saturday
Stacey was on all fours, while Justin ploughed into her, her foot dangled off the edge of the bed to reduce contact with the bed. She missed a step and tore a ligament in her ankle over a week ago.
They hadn’t had sex since her accident, mostly because she was staying in her dorm, while Justin was staying at Retha’s house. She wasn’t in any mood, in any case, due to the high dosage of the pain medication she used. She was in Justin’s room to sleep over for the weekend; otherwise, Justin would have had to make several visiting trips.
It was her idea to see if doggy style would work, with her foot hanging over the bed’s edge, thinking how she missed Justin’s dick. She sensed Justin’s approaching orgasm and realized that she’d need help if she wanted to have her own, much-needed release. Bending down onto an elbow, she reached with her free hand for her clit and started working it.
Justin slid his hands from her hips onto her breasts, pinching and twisting her sensitive nipples with his fingers. This unexpected stimulation took Stacey over the edge, she arched her back even deeper.
The spasms of her vagina gripped onto Justin’s dick, which took him over the edge, as well – filling Stacey’s vagina with a week’s worth of baby batter.
Still connected, Justin slowly rolled over into a spooning position, savoring the last feelings of bliss. His mind was trying to work out when they would have sex again. During the week was difficult, especially with Stacey’s injury, so it would only be in a week’s time.
Then he remembered something. “We better make a booking for our Cape Town trip for Easter Break. It coincides with the opening round of the Curie Cup, and the Bulls are playing Griquas in Kimberley. What’s the name of the guesthouse your classmate recommended?”
Justin’s softening cock had slipped out of Stacey’s pussy and cum started to leak out. Stacey got out of bed and reached for her crutches. “Let me clean up before we soil the sheets again.” She was already outside the bedroom when she looked back. “Eleonore’s Guesthouse.”
Justin found his boxers and followed his nose to the kitchen, where the first pot of coffee for the day was brewing in the percolator. “I need coffee, desperately.”
Retha handed him a mug of coffee, shifting the sugar and milk closer. Water in the shower started to run. “Why doesn’t she move in with you, especially now with her torn ligament?”
Justin looked at his mother. “You wouldn’t have a problem with us having sex?”
His mother took his hand. “Why should I? You think I didn’t notice the regularly cum-soiled bedsheets in the wash? Besides, you’ll find a way to do it, even if I didn’t approve.”
Justin shook his head. “I don’t know, what will Bill say?”
“It was his idea. Our house is closer to her classes, especially now, while she’s recovering. And you’ll have to drive much less for dates, leaving both of you with more time behind your books.”
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Two weeks later.
Stacey watched from a chair in the reception area, as an obese man and his teenage son in Blue Bulls attire desperately tried to negotiate for a room. She was glad she had acted on Justin’s warning to make a booking.
Her gaze flowed along the queue. Behind the father and son, who seemed to accept defeat, were a man with his pregnant wife. Justin was next and behind him, another young couple.
She felt uneasy about them, especially the blonde. They had their overnight bags with them, which would block her way when it was her and Justin’s turn to be helped. The young woman, who she estimated to be two years her senior, wasn’t wearing a wedding ring and the thought crossed her mind that the two were in a serious relationship. Next was another couple in Blue Bulls attire, the woman was a brunette with long, wavy hair.
Her inspection of the queue was disrupted, as the father and his son walked out, her heart went out to the young boy whose disappointment was evident. The pregnant woman and her husband moved forward. She followed the movement in the queue as everyone filled up the vacated space in front of them. She paused again at the blonde, thinking that she’d have to be careful when negotiating her overnight bag on her way to the front desk.
Interested in the looks of the blonde’s companion, she moved her head around, but only saw glimpses; she could only make out his black hair in a standard men’s square cut. She decided to check him out when she got up and shuffled past their luggage.
The expecting couple received their key, and made their payment. Stacey looked for her crutches and got up while Justin took their place at the reception desk. When she looked up at the couple who were behind Justin, the man was no longer there. She just saw him disappear behind the entrance door on his way out.
She tried to figure out a way to pass the woman and her overnight bag, but decided to ask her to make way. “Excuse me…”
The blonde looked at her and followed Stacey’s gaze down to her feet, noticing that her overnight bag was blocking her way. She picked her bag up and moved it away to make space. “Sorry.” Their eyes met momentarily, before Stacey moved towards the counter.
Stacey didn’t hear Justin giving his name to the old lady behind the desk. “Justin White.”
Stacey reached the desk and scanned the page with reservations. She saw her name and reached over. “There’s our reservation, ‘Stacey Myburgh’, for a double room.”
The old lady, who already found Justin’s name in the reservation register, looked up. “Well, I have a reservation for two for Mr. Justin White, and a reservation for two for Stacey Myburgh. When will the other guests arrive?”
The two looked at each other and blushed, caught out that they’re not married but sharing a room. It was Stacey who spoke. “It is only the two of us, we’ll take one on the ground floor if there is a choice.”
A mischievous glint sparkled in the old lady’s eyes. “That’ll be the room with two single beds?”
Stacey’s face turned red. “I just sleep easier in a double bed with my foot.”
“This should do, Lovie.” The dear old lady handed Stacey the key and she hobbled away into the passage, just as the blonde’s companion returned.
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Hours later.
Stacey was lying on her back, her legs spread wide to have her injured foot dangling over the side of the bed. Her hand over her pussy, trying to reduce the flow of Justin’s semen, while he rushed to get toilet paper to contain the spillage.
Justin handed her a bundle of toilet paper and saw the frown on Stacey’s face. Fearing it was something he did, he spoke up. “Anything I did?”
Stacey looked at him and smiled. “No, not you. That blonde bitch who was standing behind you in the queue when we checked in.” She paused to straighten her thoughts. “I still cannot believe it. She burped her garlic breath right in my face when I walked out of the restroom at the restaurant. Wonder if she would get laid with that breath of hers.”
Justin knew he had to be careful. “I don’t think she did it deliberately, people are generally not as intentional as other people may think.” It was clear that he learned from a young age, that it was better to say nothing, than to say anything rude of others.
Stacey chuckled. “They’re not married, I saw no rings. So the guy may be desperate and fuck her, in spite of her garlic breath.”
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November:
“Maria, do you know why Stacey’s varsity account shows a substantial credit?” Jeff was baffled because he was sure he made the correct payment.
Maria realized that the time had come to tell Jeff the truth. “She cancelled her residence agreement and moved in with Justin.”
Jeff was clearly shocked. “What, and having sex? She may get pregnant!”
Maria decided it best to go to Jeff’s office for the talk. “They’ll have sex whether they live together or not.” She slipped her hands lovingly over his chest and leaned over to whisper in his ear. “Just like us when we dated. I made sure that she is on birth control.”
Jeff needed time to process the new information. “Still, I don’t like it.” After pondering over it for a moment, he added, “But I guess I’m hypocritical, like you pointed out.”
Maria smelt victory. “Now take the money that she saved you, and deposit it in a savings account so you can help her when she needs money.”
Jeff was still adjusting to the idea. “It’s a lot of money, why would she need so much?”
Maria had already thought of the answer. “Maybe she’ll want to buy a car, or pay for her wedding.”
Jeff sighed, he knew that he had already lost the argument.
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June the next year:
Justin’s handbook and notes on criminal justice were spread out on the desk, ready to work through his class notes in preparation for his final exam of the semester in two days’ time. It was quiet with Retha and Bill on campus, and Stacey’s ‘Economic Principles’ exam about to start.
He had just taken a bath and was searching for a shirt to match his navy chinos, when the doorbell rang. The thought that ‘Benjamin was early today’ crossed his mind, and he decided to answer the door as is.
Benjamin was a local beggar, and Justin’s household helped him with food, and sometimes clothes when he called for help.
The twenty-year-old daughter of the neighbor’s stood before him, as he opened the door. “Hallo… uhmm… uhmm…” He battled to recall her name. Her family was associated with a conservative religious group and normally minded their own business, and they never really socialized. Although they recognized each other in town when their paths crossed, their interaction was limited to the occasional wave from afar, or a short ‘hi’ when within earshot.
“I’m Emily… and sorry to disturb you… uhmm…?” She was wearing a long, bottle-green pleated skirt, and a white blouse with a conservatively shaped collar, which covered most of her cleavage. Although Emily had hoped that Justin would open the door, she was nervous when it was, indeed, him who greeted her. Lately, she had gotten her sexual release through fantasies, which Justin featured prominently in. Her nervousness was intensified by the fact that Justin wasn’t wearing a shirt.
“And, I’m Justin. Sorry, we live next door and don’t even know each other’s names. You look stressed out?” Justin had noticed Emily’s sexy figure before, and did imagine having sex with her – fantasies were his safe space, a ‘sandbox’ area where he could ‘play around’ to increase his sexual experience due to the forbidden nature thereof, without actually doing it. He didn’t consider his fantasies as a form of cheating on Stacey.
“Yes, sorry to bother you. I left my car’s lights on last night and now it won’t start. I’m writing an exam this afternoon and can’t afford to be late.” Emily looked desperate.
Justin’s eyes darted from her eyes to her cleavage, fantasizing for a moment how it would look like in a bikini, before he looked outside to see what the weather was like. The sun was shining, and it seemed as if there wasn’t any wind. He decided to brave it into the winter morning with only his chino pants on, it was Pretoria after all. “Sure, do you have jumper cables?”
“Dad should have a set in the garage. I think I know where he stores them.” She looked at Justin for approval.
“Okay, I’ll bring my car over in the meantime.”
Justin admired her bum as Emily turned around and walked back to her house.
Justin soon pulled his car in next to hers. Emily wasn’t there and he went to the garage to see if she needed assistance. She was in the back corner and on her toes, reaching for a higher shelf which was just beyond her reach. Justin spotted the cables and stood closer. “Let me help.” Emily stepped aside, but the space was limited due to the presence of a workbench and Justin could feel her tit pressing into his bare chest as he reached up.
Visions of him pinning Emily down and kissing her flashed through his mind. He filed the idea for a future fantasy.
He faked losing his balance, causing Emily’s tit to doodle harder and over a larger part of his chest. In the back of his mind he knew it was wrong. The thought was replaced with an image of a bare tit rubbing against his chest which caused his member to stir in his pants. He moved his torso while stretching, torn between enjoying it, and feeling guilty for doing it.
Justin let Emily squeeze past him on their way back to the cars, enjoying how her breasts pressed against his chest, her hips against his.
Excitement due to the recent contact with Justin, drew Emily into unbuttoning the top button of her blouse, to reveal at least some cleavage, while waiting in the car for Justin to open the bonnet. She felt justified, as she often wore the blouse with one button undone when her father wasn’t around.
“I’m sorry, I forgot to return the cap a week or two ago when they topped up the oil. I should get it washed.” Emily apologized, as Justin came to her open driver’s window after opening the bonnet and noticing his oil-smeared hands. She giggled. “I had to top up again when I realized what happened.”
Justin got a nice eyeful of Emily’s cleavage and could not recall seeing the loose blouse button earlier. “Let me check.” He leaned into the car to make sure the car was out of gear. He could have asked Emily to do it, but he seized the opportunity to have a close-up view of her breasts. A feeling of guilt was soon replaced by justification, he convinced himself that it was just easier to get the car out of gear himself.
Emily saw him start to reach into the car and inhaled deeply pushing her chest out. Her pussy responded with a tinkle, when his hand momentarily touched her breast, as he reached for the gear stick. She felt Justin’s warm breath over her breasts and into her cleavage, causing a larger, longer stirring of her nether region. Subconsciously, she knew that she should work out the days since her last period had started.
Justin moved halfway back, far enough to continue his ogling of Emily’s breasts, when he got the car out of gear – he still wanted to enjoy the view. He described the procedure which they should follow, with his head still partly through the window.
The long instruction interrupted Emily’s thoughts. It was something technical and she needed to concentrate. His breath over her breasts made it even more difficult to concentrate. Her car, luckily, started on the first try and Justin returned to her window where she now had a second button undone. Again, he pushed his head through the window to inspect the goods on display, taking his time to describe the next steps. He checked that Emily’s car could start without assistance, and closed up.
Emily was waiting for him at the garage’s side door, as he exited after returning the jumpers to their proper place. “Come in and wash your hands.” She led him to her bedroom’s ensuite bathroom. Her calendar was again flashing through her mind, suspecting that she was near her fertile window. She could have taken him to the guest’s toilet, to neutral ground; her parents would have been proud of her, but she searched for a justification why she brought him into her personal space. She relaxed when she realized that the guest’s toilet has a very small basin, too small for Justin to wash his hands in.
She left him in the bathroom, only to notice a large dusty smudge on her blouse over her breast, which must have rubbed off from the dirty garage shelves when she tried to get to the jumper leads. Looking in the direction of the bathroom, she noticed that Justin was applying soap to his hands.
She decided that she had time for a quick change, only to note that some oil stained through onto her bra – it probably rubbed off Justin’s hand when he reached into her car to make sure that the gear stick was in the neutral position. Figuring that the oil would just transfer back onto any new blouse, she realized that she’d need to change her bra as well, and took a calculated risk and removed her tainted undergarment. In a rebellious moment, the idea of being seen naked, and being touched by Justin, like in her fantasies, overruled her conservative upbringing. She turned her back towards the bathroom before she removed her bra.
Justin noticed what was going on in the basin’s mirror, and well aware of the sexual tension between them, succumbed to the impulse to take Emily in his hands. Without rinsing the soap off his hands, he shook the excess water off before closing the tap. With his wet hands, he walked towards Emily and wrapped his hands around her chest and cupped her naked breasts. A bolt of guilt ripped through him, but he found justification by figuring that he was touching her breasts only. He knew the justification was flimsy at best, but it was something to pacify his conscience.
Emily froze when she realized what was happening. Her heart rate accelerated, it was like a fantasy coming true. Should she stop him, like her mind was telling her to do, or rebelliously see where it led to? She willingly turned around when Justin’s hands nudged her to do so. Instinctively, she lifted her head, waiting for Justin’s lips. She slid her hands over his hairy chest and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Justin slid his hands down onto Emily’s hips, then around onto her lower back and pulled her hips against his growing erection. The skirt’s top button under his fingers begged to be released, its zipper asked with equal persuasion to be pulled down. With nothing to hold it in place, the green skirt slid down onto Emily’s feet. He realized that he was shifting the boundaries of where he should stop, but what only mattered now, was that he was still within his newly adjusted boundaries – at least, she was wearing panties.
Emily felt Justin’s returning hands on her buttocks, pulling her closer, lifting her onto her toes. Hanging tightly onto his neck, she gave a little jump and wrapped her legs around his hips. Her tongue now wresting with Justin’s, satisfied that it was safe to do so.
Justin turned around and walked towards her bed, his mind in turmoil. He knew where this would lead to, this was not him! Yet, he couldn’t stop himself, he couldn’t do what he knew what was right. He reached the point where his logic was dominated by his hormone-driven urges. He had to stop now, or forever live with his inaction.
Emily’s mind was working in circles, she, too, knew where this would lead. When did her last period start, when would her next flow begin. She wished for a sign, and the sign she got, was that her body was lowered onto the bed, that her full-body briefs were being pulled off her legs.
She tried again to work her calendar, but her mind got distracted in the form of a tongue licking her inner leg. ‘Fuck, you better concentrate, you need to know,’ she thought to herself. It was easier said than done because a finger sliced into her wet feminine folds.
Justin’s mind was no longer trying to convince his body to stop – it went into a mode, where he searched for justification, for reasons why he shouldn’t stop. His reasoning was pacified by thinking that he didn’t cross the line if he didn’t go all the way. He could always tell ‘her’ that thoughts of ‘her’ stopped him, only to realize that he didn’t want to think of ‘her’ name. Fearing that thinking ‘her’ name may wake him out of this dream. Fearing that, what was happening, made him cut short this train of thought.
His reason let him continue, telling him that licking an inner leg was not cheating, it did not mean going all the way. Yet, his reason failed to stop him from sliding his finger back into her wet folds. He dug deep for a reason why, believing too easily that his finger was working the folds, his finger was not inside her, not even working her clit.
Emily reached down and took the hand, it needed to be still, she needed to be in control, she needed to concentrate. But the finger was stronger than she thought, it continued to slip up and down her folds. She forced herself to think. Two weeks, give or take a day or two, flashed through her mind, her body agreed. ‘Fuck!’ The finger slipped inside! ‘Fuck again!’ She could do without these wonderful distractions.
‘It’s not your dick, only a finger! That’s not cheating, it just slipped inside by itself.’
She spread her legs wide and reached for his trousers. She was living her own fantasy, one where the button and zipper needed to be undone.
Justin worked his chinos down and worked them over his hips, happy that it wasn’t him who opened them. They were falling to the ground on their own accord anyway. It was also not him bending over and placing his mouth on her pussy. It was Emily, pulling him down and guiding his head!
A shiver ran down Emily’s spine, a tongue on her clit was a long-forgotten sensation. It brought back memories which she preferred to keep to herself; those memories of the beach, where it happened for the first time. The time when she lost her virginity while on a family holiday. It was her cousin’s boyfriend, who had talked her into slipping away to a secluded spot.
Her own fingers played with her nipples, like on that fateful day, while her cousin’s boyfriend drove his rod into her. Her sex juices, mixed with Justin’s saliva were seeping out of her pussy, trickling in a gravity-assisted flow, where Justin lovingly wiped it, subtly spreading it around. Her grunts, which weren’t masked by the noise of the sea against nearby rocks, like the day she became a woman, encouraged Justin to try out stuff which he hadn’t try with Stacey.
“Uhnggg, fuuuck!” Emily didn’t expect Justin feeding her rosebud with his finger. Her fantasies didn’t prepare her for this. She squeezed her buttocks together, lifting her hips into the air, as an orgasm ripped through her. Her hips lifted again when Justin’s tongue flicked over her clit. Her hands no longer cuddling her nipples, now guiding a tongue to where she wanted it. She needed it higher up, to make space for something which would fill her up.
Justin was just too willing to move his oral ministrations to other parts of Emily’s body, and her enticing breasts were an ideal target. But his urges prevented him to dwell on the twin sisters for too long. He knew there was a honey pot which needed to be filled in more ways than one.
‘Is it safe, or play it safe?’ The thought was flashing through Emily’s mind, as she reached down to take hold of Justin’s rock-hard dick to guide it towards her honey pot, her third time ever. She wanted it, only her third time, but her first time unprotected.
Her mind was reaching a consensus, telling her to play it safe. But her urges trumped her mind, calling up fantasies where Justin would erupt deep inside of her, making her overflow with his virile donation. She made sure he found her honey pot, making sure he probed deeper. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her feet locking him inside her, just as in her fantasies.
“Oohhh, yesss… Fuuuck!” Justin couldn’t delay any longer, blasting his semen deep into Emily’s vagina, her cervix eagerly receiving his seed, her tubes his sperm.
Emily snapped out of her fantasies as semen flowed out of her, pooling on the bedspread. “Shit, I’m not on birth control. How could this happen?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know… I didn’t mean to…” Justin’s mind also snapped back to the present. “I fucked up.”
Emily needed to focus, but Justin was a distraction. “You better go!”
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November – Mid-morning
“Do you think she suspects something?” Emily was reclining topless next to the secluded backyard pool of Bill and Retha. Justin was applying suntan lotion over her body, making doubly sure that her tits got enough lotion.
“Nah, she’s too much into her studies. Can’t afford to get bad marks. Her dad learned that she moved in with me and threatened to stop paying tuition fees if her marks weren’t good. It is a bit of a drought in the bed, and not due to lack of trying on my part.” He somehow felt that his cheating was justified.
“When do you expect her back? We don’t want to be caught?”
Justin looked at his watch. “She’s an hour into a three-hour exam.” Justin looked at Emily, and she held the tube with suntan lotion out to him. She slipped out of her bikini bottoms and turned onto her tummy.
Justin squirted a blob of lotion onto his hand and spread it over both palms. Placing one hand each on a buttock, he slowly started to spread the lotion. Emily purred when his finger dipped into the folds of her vulva.
Justin was curious about their first sex. “Tell me, the first time we did it, the time you said that you weren’t on birth control?”
Justin took a new blob of lotion and applied it onto her legs. Emily spread her legs wider. “The time in June, when you helped me with my car?”
Justin reached her lower legs. “Did you work out by what margin we missed your fertile window?” He pulled his pants down before he squirted more lotion onto his hands, this time to work Emily’s back.
“Couldn’t tell, I visited the campus clinic for a morning-after pill and birth control. It disrupted my cycle. Good thing, though, because when I relaxed later on, I figured I was probably slap bang in the middle of the danger period.”
Justin’s hands slipped around Emily’s chest onto her breasts. It became her signal to lift her hips, for Justin to fuck her from behind. She slowly lifted her hips, allowing Justin time to work his erection into her vagina. He slid his hands onto her hips and pulled out and rammed his dick hard back in.
“Justin! What are you doing?”
Justin swung around, pulling his member out of Emily just to see Stacey running into the house. Justin grabbed his swimming pants and followed her hastily into the house. He opened their bedroom door, with Stacey sitting at her dressing table crying.
It was Stacey who broke the uneasy silence. “Why, I trusted you?”
Justin battled to find the words. “I don’t know, it just happened.”
Stacy braced herself, pulled her shoulders back. “It just happened, and then it happened again and again. I’m done with you, get out! I’m done with men!”
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Cape Town, Sixteen months later: March.
Stacey was waist deep in the seawater, near the edge of the demarcated swimming area. She was a competent swimmer, even comfortable in situations where the average beachgoer would get out of the water, she grew up in Cape Town after all.
The water wasn’t particularly choppy, as a matter of fact, some fifty meters (55 yards) beyond the demarcated edge was a breaker wall, calming the water down. Satisfied with the calm protected area, she flipped onto her back trying to get a bit of the autumn sun onto her skin.
Her bikini wasn’t very adventurous, but she worked the material to cover as small an area as possible. She closed her eyes to relax, to float as if on a cloud on the soft sea-wave action.
But her ethereal moment came to an abrupt halt when she realized that the water had become choppy. She opened her eyes and saw that she had drifted beyond the breaker wall, and a riptide had pulled her deeper into the sea. She tried to remain calm, but was relieved to see the beach guard made the alarm, and a lifeguard came running along the pier to get into the water as close to her as possible.
She couldn’t miss the big lump where his penis was hiding behind his straining Speedo. He sported a nice six pack, and his biceps were impressive. The thought of why she focused on his virility, while she should be focusing on survival, made her heart skip a beat.
The lifeguard was already in the water, approaching her at a steady rate. But her head started to dip below water, three years of study had made her lose her stamina. She got a mouth full of water, but her lifeguard was closing in fast, she could hear him telling her to keep fighting, to trust herself.
A firm arm wrapped around her waist and she started to relax. His mouth near her ear whispered to her that she was in his safe hands, but it would take a while to get to the beach. They should use the beach’s natural flow and not fight it.
She closed her eyes, trying to relax. His hand, which was over her waist, had shifted, it was now touching her breast, rather, cupping her breast. She wanted to fight it, to tell him it wasn’t appropriate, but she didn’t have the energy. Not even when he slipped the bikini’s cup off her breast and started to play with her nipple.
He wasn’t sculling anymore, he had turned onto his back and supported her body on his torso, telling her that the current would bring them back to the beach. The hand which was peddling a short while ago, was now on her stomach, pressing her buttocks onto the bulk in his bulging Speedo. The stroking of her nipple made her relax, it obscured her senses to realize that his other hand had slipped onto her bikini bottoms, stroking her labia through the material.
She drifted off in a bliss, lost track of time, only to come back to reality when he carried her out of the water, asking the crowd to make way. He needed to take her to the first-aid room. Then she remembered that he removed the cup of her bikini top and opened her eyes, shocked to see her breast still exposed for all to see.
The crowd got quiet, thinking it was the rough sea which dislodged her cup. She only started to relax when the door of the first-aid room closed behind them. He laid her softly on the emergency bed and pressed his ear on her naked breast to listen to her heartbeat. Satisfied that her heart was beating, albeit very fast, he moved his head to her mouth and nose to listen if she was breathing. Her pert nipple begging him for a kiss and she helped his lips onto it.
She gasped as his lips closed over her nipple and her hand started to search for his cock. It found his tummy and she searched down to where his Speedo covered his penis. She worked her fingers inside and freed the monster. Her savior decided his member needed more freedom and worked his Speedo off his legs. He also freed Stacey’s pussy by pulling the bowties of her bikini, which kept it in place.
Fingers started to explore her folds, which were dry. But from somewhere nearby he got a bottle and added some slippery stuff. A shiver ran down her spine, as she orgasmed.
Stacey needed more than a release, she needed a cock desperately after being celibate for more than a year. She impatiently pulled him onto the bed, spreading her legs invitingly. He just knew what was expected and guided his member into her hole.
Stacey grunted to take his large size, it was longer and thicker than… She hesitated, not wanting to think of his name. It filled her and she purred when it pulled out and rammed back into her. Again, and again. Her breath became short and she began to arch her back, barely capable to do so under his weight. It took her over the edge when he erupted, her legs wrapping around his, to make sure he could only escape after he delivered his full load. Her vagina was cramping, milking his member. Her pussy spilled his precious batter, but she didn’t mind. Swarms of sperm swam through her cervix and one embedded itself into one of her eggs. She drifted off in a peaceful slumber.
Stacey woke up disoriented and in a cold sweat, she must end the pregnancy. Anxiety overwhelmed her, expecting to see the inside of the first-aid room on the beach where the lifeguard impregnated her. Yet, she was lying in the familiarity of her own bedroom. She expected to find a mess between her legs, but the only sign of her earlier sex was the vibrator in her slippery and sensitive inner folds.
Then it dawned on her that it was a dream, well, partly a dream. She did drift out into the deeper waters, and a lifeguard did come to her rescue. Her savior did slip a hand onto her tit and a hand onto her pussy. But her savior was a woman, and it didn’t go any further than that by the time they reached shallower water. The lifeguard was courteous enough to slip her cup back over her breast before other people gathered around them. She stepped out of the sea on her own strength, thanked the lifesaver before collecting her stuff and drove home.
She took a deep breath, she now knew she wanted to be a mother. She needed a man in her life again, who would become the father of her children, a boy and a girl. It wouldn’t be the lifeguard from her fantasy, who would fuck every pussy that he saved, and some which he didn’t save.
She was determined to open the hunting season for a husband when she returned to varsity to continue her Higher Education Diploma. She had less than a year to get a good father for her children!
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