The 19 Year Old Virgin Next Door (5 page)

“My business isn’t dependent on your marital
status, Shannon. I don’t think there’s anything you can do to keep
my business. I have to answer to people.”

“I thought you were the CEO?” she asked.

“Also majority stockholder but, my people
hate your people,” I said. It is a problem I have to solve.”

“You’re one of those guys that wouldn’t even
be happy if I blew you right here, aren’t you?” She said as Jen
arrived with the special tuna.

Jen didn’t miss a beat. “I’d be happy if you
blew him right here,” said Jen. “Sure would take the pressure off
of me. He can be a bigger pain in the ass than a torn
fingernail.”

We all laughed and once again Jen walked
off.

“A blow job won’t solve my technical
problems,” I said.

“What problem would a blow job solve?’ she
asked with a smirk on her lips. Again I didn’t reply.

Shannon poured more sake for each of us,
downed hers, and then slid under the table. I slammed my sake,
interested to see what came next. I took a quick glance around the
restaurant. With the exception of Jen, no one was paying us any
attention, and even Jen didn’t see Shannon slide under the
table.

As her hand found my zipper and pulled it
lower I said, “You’re kidding,” not sure what to expect but willing
to wait and see what happened. Then she tugged my pants down, and I
heard the thud of my keys hitting the floor. One of her hands
grabbed my cock and the other one grabbed my balls.

I was still semi-hard and she giggled. “You
were thinking of me,” she said softly. Her, Jen, it didn’t matter
who I was thinking of. This evening had taken a serious turn for
the better.

Then her tongue reached out, finding the end
of my rapidly growing cock, and licked it appreciatively, round and
round her tongue licked as my cock grew in her hands, her other
hand gently juggling my balls.

“Argh,” I growled as her mouth sucked the
entire growing length of my cock into her mouth. While I wasn’t
fully erect until she started sucking me, I certainly got there
quickly. One of her hands continued to play with my balls while the
other one stroked my thighs gently. Jesus her mouth worked
well.

Shannon was serious about this blowjob. Her
lips were soft and slippery, sliding my cock in and out, twisting
it, twirling it, her tongue licking it hungrily. Her tongue licked
the underside, a personal favorite, and then swallowed the whole
shaft again. She sucked first one then the other ball into her
mouth and bumped them around in there as her hand slowly pumped the
shaft, then rapidly swallowed my whole cock once again.

Jen walked over again. “Do you need anything
before your date returns, Sean.”

“Not a date,” I said through clenched
teeth.

“Dude, she kissed you already, where else do
you think this night is headed,” she said sarcastically.

My eyes were half closed trying to enjoy the
slippery delight that my cock was living through, and the last
thing I wanted to do was to talk with Jen right then. “Uh,” I tried
to speak.

Shannon continued to suck my cock, then she
moved and bumped her head on the table. I looked up and saw the
recognition on Jen’s face. She hadn’t known where Shannon was but,
the bump gave it away.

Jen looked straight down and her hand went to
her own crotch and gave it a gentle rub.

“That is so fucking hot, even if you do get
banned for life,” she said.

“Please don’t ban me,” I said with a tight
smile. I was to moan in ecstasy at the work that Shannon’s mouth
was doing on my cock.

“Sean, I was kidding about the blowjob,” said
Jen conspiratorially.

“Thankfully she wasn’t,” I replied.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” she said as she walked
off, her ass shaking a rhythm trying to draw my attention.

Jen flirted with me all the time but, it was
at that moment that I was sure she was beginning to look at me in a
totally different light. I was in the restaurant quite often,
sometimes with the same woman sometimes with a new one. But few had
the raw sexual energy that Shannon had and certainly none of them
had slid under the table to give me a blowjob.

Meanwhile, Shannon was continuing to work on
my cock. Taking it in, spitting it out, licking up, down, around. A
little nibble, gently, in and out, varying things but never letting
up the intensity. There was a lot of saliva involved as I could
feel my crotch get wetter and wetter.

So far the only other person that knew what
was going on was Jen and she was clear across the restaurant
looking at me while shaking her head. She was talking to one of the
other waitresses and I was glad to see she didn’t point out what we
were doing. I didn’t want to be banned but, it would have been
worth it.

Shannon’s mouth was a temple of wet warmth
for my cock. My hands tried to slow down Shannon’s head moving up
and down on my cock but it just didn’t happen. She was an
unstoppable force and she controlled the tempo. Then I felt the
first tingling of the sperm moving out of my balls, seeking her
mouth. Shannon wasn’t playing. She was in it to win it. I tried to
breathe slowly, tried humming and not thinking about Shannon under
the table, anything to slow down the upcoming explosion.

I grabbed the edge of the table, closed my
eyes, breathed deep, and thought of what my cock would look like
buried in her. Then it was on, sperm headed to its only available
point of release. It felt like it was racing through my whole body
and then I came, hard. Two, then three good spasms of sperm, then
smaller spurts, and the whole time Shannon’s mouth sucked it in and
out, swallowing everything my balls sent her way. She kept right on
sucking as my ejaculation slowed down, driving me crazy. When it
was clear that nothing else was coming out she kept sucking. She
drained me and I grinned.

Just then Jen walked over. “You ready for
desert?’ she asked. As she said it her hand grabbed her crotch
again and gave it a rub as she gave a soft moan.

Shannon poked her head out from under the
table, looked around to see if anyone was paying attention, then
sat next to me instead of across from me like she had before.

“We’ll take desert to go,” said Shannon with
a smile toward Jen.

Here is Part One of A French Virgin:

A French Virgin - Part One

By Sean Brandon

Chapter One

As I pushed my cock into Veronique’s
virginity my whole body tensed as I felt the resistance, the last
point if she wanted to stop and remain a virgin. I leaned forward
over her, my hand steadying our bodies. My mind was in a fog of
ecstasy. She looked at me and the smile on her lips was filled with
lust, anticipation, and perhaps some love.

“Oui, Sean,” she whispered hoarsely, her eyes
looking deeply into mine. “Oui, oui, oui...”

Slowly I pushed inward, through the barrier
and there was no more resistance, though a slight grimace on
Veronique’s face. She quickly replaced the grimace with a smile and
her fluttered eyes closed. I was Veronique’s first lover, though I
was sure I would not be the last to love this young woman of 19
years.

Her warm moistness was inviting me in, and I
gave my cock a gentle push forward. She smiled at me, kissed me
again, then ground her hips into mine, making me push, and with a
long stroke my cock was fully inside of Veronique’s pussy. She
kissed me, again and again, long and slow. I slid my cock in and
out of her long and slow, watching her face to know how to
proceed.

“More,” she asked.

Veronique lifted one of her legs a little
then gasped. I felt progress being made going into her pussy, slow
though it was. I stopped my progress then pulled out all the way,
slow also. She wasn’t my first virgin. I looked at her face and her
lopsided grin told me it didn’t matter. Then she lifted her other
leg and my cock started moving all the way in again. I kept pushing
until my cock was fully inside of her and her warm wetness
enveloped me entirely. Her inner warmth was captivating and my body
trembled.

“Ahhh, yes, yes…” she cried out. If my cock
could speak I’m sure it would have said the same thing.

This happened because her mother, Angel,
invited me to dinner, fucked me, and then asked me to fuck her
daughter. I recalled Angel’s words: “I need a first lover for Roni
and I want it to be you, Sean.” Angel’s words had floated out into
the Caribbean air and just hung there. I loved the sound of those
words and what they implied. My cock pulsated. I remained silent,
having learned the hard way not to say anything at times like this.
It’s impossible to say something stupid when you remain silent.

“Take the virginity of my daughter. She is
19, and it is time.” Angel looked me in the eyes. “You don’t know
what to say, yes?”

I smiled and remained silent, thinking of the
possibilities.

“Merde,” said Angel. “This is not a tough
choice.” But she was smiling so I wasn’t concerned.

Okay, you should hear the full story…

Another story you might like:

A Jilted Virgin in Maui

By Sean Brandon

“Oh God,” cried Sasha. “Go slow.” The head of
my cock slid slowly past the entrance to her hot, sweet young
pussy. I was achingly hard and ready to plunge my entire cock into
her but knew I had to start slowly. I was about to take Sasha’s
virginity.

“We can stop any time,” I said, as I stopped
the penetration into her pussy. My cock pulsed as it waited to
continue its journey inside of her.

Her soft warm hand reached between us and
cupped my balls. “You stop anything and I will hurt you.” She then
dug her nails into my ball sack in case I didn’t believe her.

“Ahhh,” was all my throat could muster. I
liked the fingernails on the scrotum.

“This was going to be my wedding night,” she
said in the huskiest voice she could muster, “goodbye
virginity.”

I pushed my hips forward, feeling the
tightness. Her face was scrunched up but her lips had a smile on
them still.

She’d been stood up at the altar by her bible
thumping boyfriend, and after fleeing to Hawaii she had chosen me
to take her virginity.

“Fuck me, now,” she cooed. Her lips met mine
again and our tongues danced together.

I pushed my cock inside, deeper, further,
feeling the intensity of her warmth.

Though it had been a strange day for me I
knew her day was worse. Let me tell you the full story:

It was my eighth day in Maui and I was
heading home to California on the late flight. I was rested and
happy and ready to tackle what lay ahead.

I’d flown to Hawaii after a nasty breakup.
Nasty for me, considering most of my breakups were calm affairs
where two people just separated quietly. Until this breakup they
had mostly been peaceful and civil with many of my ex-girlfriends
remaining friendly.

Maui was the ideal place for a short getaway
from California. No hassling with Customs, no foreign currency, no
new language to tackle. Though learning some of the Hawaiian words
was tricky, it was a pleasant addition to my trip that I enjoyed.
I’d wanted a long week of rest, swimming, some scuba diving, and
the chance to read a couple of books. I’d flown a helicopter around
the island, hiked up a volcano, and been on four scuba trips. I
also took some time to reflect on the relationship that had just
ended, and though I would miss her I was in a better place without
her. I was a happy and thankful man ready to fly home.

I was enjoying the view of the ocean when
Sasha first stumbled into my life. The view was awe inspiring, the
perfect way cap a week in paradise. I was sitting there grinning
and inhaling the fresh sea air off the Pacific Ocean when she
appeared. I looked up and saw her standing there looking like a
disheveled Jennifer Anniston.