My New Friend: "Mr. Emerson"

by RodgertheDodger (annerogerduncan@sti.net)

Story Code: M/f

He lived a few doors away from where my family and I lived. I was young and pretty but old enough to be out on my own from time to time. During school time in my nice uniform: short skirt; blouse in my school colors: white and tan; knee length stockings...then there was "me." My hair to my shoulders, my body blossoming with new shapes, new body hair, expanding breasts but still pert. I was a perky pretty young girl wanting to experience all the things that life offered. That's where "Mr. Emerson" comes into my story.

When I walked to school he was often in his yard and we would wave; then I would wave again on the way home...him sitting on the porch...my stopping to say "Hi." I didn't even know his name then but one day he looked up from gardening and said: "What's your name?" I told him: "Phyllis!" He smiled and said: "A nice name. I'm Mr. Emerson." We hadn't spoken to that moment but now, twice a day he would call out my name and I would say "Hi, Mr. Emerson." He had a wonderful warm smile. Also, I noticed he was handsome and slim and was very much "real" man.

Sometimes at school when things were dull, I thought about him and felt funny when I did. I would shiver or notice my breast rubbing against my blouse. One day, while shivering, I felt them and my nipples were hard. I wondered why Mr. Emerson made my breasts act that way but it felt good and I would think of him more and more often. It felt good to have my nipples rubbing...it made me shiver and tingle and blush a little. One of my girlfriends noticed and said: "Phyllis, you're blushing!" I just smiled and continued to blush.

On the way home that memorable day Mr. Emerson was not on his porch and I stopped at his gate wondering why he wasn't there. Then he came out on the porch with that big smile...he was wearing just shorts and a short-sleeved shirt...and walked to the gate where I stood. Just his smile made me tingle and blush and then looking at his figure I felt my breasts against my blouse..."Hi, Phyllis," he said, "You're on the way home from school. Would you like a cool drink?" His words were exciting and I continued to blush and tingle.

He opened the gate and in I pranced, kind of walking on my tip toes as I was excited to see the inside of Mr. Emerson's house and have a cool drink. Not only was I blushing, excited, breasts against my blouse, tingling all over and Mr. Emerson noticed and said: "Phyllis, you're blushing. Am I making you nervous?" I just looked down as he handed me a drink...when I looked down my eyes were right on his shorts and there was a big bulge in them. I stared at the bulge...I wanted to reach out and touch it and looked up then. Mr. Emerson was staring at me with the gorgeous smile.

He handed me the drink and my hand was on his. I had touched him for the first time and wanted to touch more of him. I'd "been" with boys and there was a lot of fumbling with boys...hands on my body and my hands on them...I'd done blow jobs and had my cunt licked and fucked and it was a lot of fun learning things. But I'd never been with a man and wondered about what real sex would be like with a knowledgeable full grown man. That was the part with Mr. Emerson that got me tingling and just a little scared. He had to take me in hand as it were and show me how it was done with a grown up. He was just standing there in front of me with that bulge in his shorts. I was getting flush in the face I knew and wondered if he noticed.

Then he said: "Phyllis? You seem nervous." and I looked up at him took a drink and put the glass down. My mind was telling me it was time to leave but my feet didn't move. It was very quiet in the room. My hand reached out to him and touched that wonderful bulge in his shorts. The bulge moved on my hand and I looked at Mr. Emerson. "Do you know what you are doing?" he said and I shook my head. "Do you want to feel more?" he asked. I nodded. "Take down my shorts," he said and I did...pulled them right down and they dropped to the floor. He was now a naked grown man. He was marvelous...a beautiful hard man cock and with a red head that was wet. "Did I do that to you?" I asked. Mr. Emerson smiled. His cock pulsed in my hand. I rubbed the tip and smoothed the wet on it...it pulsed again. Mr. Emerson spoke again...not speak...grunted. I looked at him while smoothing his cock. "Lick me clean," he said.

I got on my knees and took his stiff cock in my hand, anointing it with my tongue. He spoke again: "Phyllis. Are you licking my cock?" he joked. My tongue was too busy on him to say anything. It continued to flex and move as I licked and then sucked on my first "man" cock. It was wonderful and I began stroking his balls. He stopped me and lifted me to my feet. "Come with me," he said taking my hand, leading me to his couch. "I've been admiring you from the time I first saw you," he said as we sat on the couch and kissed and cuddled. "You are a beautiful young woman and I've been dreaming about you and wondering about you. Do you have a boyfriend...I mean have you been with boys?" I nodded and my hands were all over his cock, using his wet to stroke. "Stand up," he said and I did. He reached and released my skirt, then lifted my blouse. I was naked except for my stockings and he looked me up and down. "Sit on my lap," he said and I straddled his legs and squatted. His wet cock was on my cunt now and I couldn't wait for him to fuck me. I was shivering all over and not just because I was naked. "Should I take off my socks," I asked. "No, I like your socks. Your body is beautiful. Do you like fucking?"

"I think so. I mean I don't really know. I've only been with boys and they are amateurs. They start on me and then finish quickly. Too quickly. You're the first grown man for me." He moved my hips forward and petted my belly. "You have pretty skin and your hair is smooth"...his hands on my cunt, petting my hairs, "and," he said, "you are getting wet." I knew I was wet because it was cool on me between my legs...he kept petting and I was getting flush and hot and closed my eyes. I felt his hands and now his cock was rubbing there...I lifted and leaned forward...putting my arms around his neck. He kissed me and had both hands on my hair and ears...I felt his pulsing cock on my lips and my head was full of feelings...from my head to my toes...I wanted his man cock in me and sat down...I was off a little and instead of sitting on his man cock my lips just slid along the length of his shaft and I grunted and held on it felt so delicious...Mr. Emerson whispered in my ear: "Your cunt hairs are tickling me..." "Your cock hairs are tickling me!" I whispered. He laughed and I lifted again...I could feel the tip of his cock now at my opening and I repositioned. I was desperate for him now and he pulsed and flexed...I moved slightly to be sure this time of being impaled on a real man cock for the first time.

I was so hot I was breathing deep breaths in his ear...he was petting my back...letting me take charge...I felt his cock insert enough to know I could sit and have him slide into me. I started to tease him this time, just teeterin on his cock head. "Phyllis," he said. I lifted slightly, his cock still at my opening. His hands were at my hips, helping...I pushed his hands away..."Let me do it Mr. Emerson" He took his hands away...taking my face close for another kiss and I sat, slowly, inserting his tool into my tool box...squatting more and more as I felt his shaft enter and finally I was sitting fully on his cock...then lifted and sat, lifted and sat. I felt filled and wanted fulfillment from his man.

I was somewhere else, me lifting and his hands again on my hips...I was his instrument...his fucking tool...he was breathing in my ear and thrusting...with each thrust I felt a rush of feeling...my body, my mind, every part of me churning to his stroking and fucking...I was hot and sweaty and my mind was in a daze, my ears full...I kissed him again as we continued fucking. My mouth said: "Yes...Oh...yes" and fucked his wonderful cock and then I was overwhelmed with a sense of fullness and release and pleasure I had never known...I was an animal...we were animals in lust...in damn fucking lust. I was shaking and dizzy and sweaty. At last, my first "man" fuck. I sat down, fully impaled, gasping for breath, head resting on his shoulder. I was exhausted and drained and speechless.

"That was wonderful. You're wonderful," he said. "Thank you Mr. Emerson...I've never fucked a man before." He said: "You're very, very good at it." We sat there, connected, on his couch as I felt him go limp and slip out of me. "I guess it's time for me to go home," I said. He kissed me and helped me on with my clothes. I walked to the table and had some of that drink. I was still dizzy from it all. I looked over and Mr. Emerson was still resting on the couch, his magnificent cock at rest lying against his leg. I waved at him. "Come see me again," he said with that beautiful smile. I walked out the door and felt finally grown up.

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