Aliandres Story Ch. 01

Part I – Nathan

Everyone has their story – you know, the one they tell whenever there is someone new to hear it, especially someone they want to impress or shock.

Like my Uncle Jack’s story of how he and Aunt Carmen met at the top of the Eiffel Tower because he “fainted” from his fear of heights and came to looking up her very short skirt.

Or Grandma Lillian’s story of how she and her sister Maggie sucked and fucked the hired men every Friday night when Grandpa Bert was at his weekly poker game with Maggie’s husband Hank.

Or how my twin cousins Lucas and Caleb learned everything they know about sex from their older sister Roxanne and her best friend Andrea, starting with an 18th-birthday party turned orgy – not that they tell that story to very many people though!

I could go on and on with these titillating little bits from my family’s sexual escapades, but not this time. My name is Aliandre – this is my story, and I want to share it with you.

There’s no way to avoid saying it, so I’ll just spit it out. I was a goody-two-shoes – at school, I was the kid who got picked to be the teacher’s helper, and the classroom monitor, and all those other deadly jobs that teachers think up to “reward” good students with. At home, I was mostly respectful and obedient and did what I was supposed to do.

But things are not always as they seem. While I didn’t mind being good, it did seem to be a bit boring. I knew there were kids who were NOT respectful or obedient, and I wondered how they got away with it. Like most kids, I knew there was “stuff” that parents did not talk about to kids. Like, that boys and girls were different for a reason – I just didn’t know the reason! I accidentally had my first orgasm the summer I turned ten – and played with myself until I figured out how to have one again. I’m happy to say that I have been addicted to them ever since. My fantasy life began at about this time, as did my fascination with erotic literature. I was, and am, an avid reader of any erotica I get my hands on. Most adults don’t think that an 11- or 12-year-old girl is going to go rooting through their library looking for erotica, but I did. And I usually found something good.

We can fast-forward through most of my teen years – with a couple very brief steps on to the wild side, I was still a goody-goody virgin with an aching, wet pussy. There was one brief interlude when I was 13 when I acquired rather by accident a 16-year-old boyfriend with only one thing on his mind – and all of you know what that was! I have to admit that I was very curious as to what it would be like to let him have what he wanted, but he just didn’t make me feel all hot and bothered. Just bothered, and not in a good way. The only real experience I gained was that first kisses should not be sloppy open-mouthed attacks! I still shudder at the thought.

I did a lot of baby-sitting during my high school years, and found that once the children were asleep and my homework was done (goody-goody, remember!) I was pretty much left sitting there with nothing to do but play with myself. Often there was some sort of sexy literature on the book case, and I always found it. One woman even subscribed to Playgirl; I was ecstatic when I found those! But I digress…

The best thing that ever happened during my baby-sitting teen years occurred late one summer night just after I turned 18. It had been a very long and boring, frustrating evening. Jennifer and Nathan’s kids had been angels – as usual. They went to bed easily, and straight to sleep – no bother there. It was summer – no homework to do. And for some reason, I just couldn’t find anything to read that “did it” for me. There wasn’t even anything worth watching on TV in those pre-satellite days!

When at last they got home, Jennifer said, “Ali, I’m really, really tired. Is it okay if Nathan drives you home tonight? I’d like to just check in on the kids, and go to bed.” She usually drove me home – she didn’t seem to think it was right for her husband to drive a teenage girl anywhere alone.

But tonight was different, I guess. It was after 3:00 a.m., and I lived out in the country, about twenty-five miles away, so a ride was a real necessity. “Sure, I don’t mind. It is really late.” Even though I could smell alcohol on his breath, I figured Nathan had gotten them home safe, so it would be okay. Besides, I felt a sudden tingle at the chance to be alone with a real man; even if he was married, he was gorgeous! Tall, with dark curly hair, blue eyes, and a muscular body. Jennifer paid me, and said good night, and I left the house with Nathan.

We exchanged a few banal remarks as we got into his old truck – a 1966 Chevy with a bench seat, no seat belts and a floor shift that required real muscle to use. Then we didn’t seem to have anything else to say as we headed out onto the deserted street. Then, at the stop sign at the end of the block, Nathan’s hand brushed my thigh as he shifted gears. He laughed a quick, “Sorry about that, Ali!” as the truck came to a full stop.

I thought nothing of it – it happens, right? – and besides, like I said, he was pretty damn hot. As I shifted a little on the seat to make sure it would happen again, I said, “No problem Nathan.”

And sure enough, when we pulled away from the stop sign, and out onto the highway, the back of his hand rubbed against my thigh again. I smiled to myself, and looked at him from under my lashes. He glanced over to see if I minded, caught me looking at him with a smile on my face, and quickly turned his eyes back to the empty road ahead, looking for the turn-off that led further out of town. But he kept his hand right where it was, on the gear shift, touching me.

A moment later, Nathan slid his hand onto my thigh and squeezed gently, pulling me over toward the centre of the seat. He was watching me out of the corner of his eye judging my reaction. When I smiled a little wider, he slid his hand right up my leg and tugged again. Then, with his hand resting firmly at the top of my thigh, he began to rub my mound. I was a little startled, but so turned on! With a sigh I slid a little closer to him, letting my legs fall apart slightly, inviting more.

As the truck slowed for another turn, this time onto the empty country road, Nathan asked softly, “Did that feel good, Ali, my sweetheart? Do you like how my hand feels on your little pussy? Do you want more?”

He turned his hand so that his fingers curled under, cupping my pussy, and he squeezed, rubbing the tips of his fingers firmly along the seam of my jeans. It felt so good, I couldn’t help rubbing back.

“Oh, my god, Nathan! Yes! I love how it feels! I’ve never felt anything this good, ever! Please Nathan, don’t stop!”

With a quick look in the mirrors, he turned into an abandoned farm yard and turned off the truck. It was a warm, clear night, perfect for open windows. He looked at me, and asked, “Are you sure you don’t want me to stop?”

I met his eyes, and replied, “oh, yes, I’m very sure.”

The next thing I knew, I was being very thoroughly kissed and felt up. His kiss was NOT sloppy; it was hot and intense and tasted like the wine he’d been drinking. My hands found their way into his thick, curly dark hair and I kissed him back as well as I knew how. His hands were eagerly slipping up under the tank top I wore, and cupping my firm tits. I moaned as I felt him deftly undo the front clasp of my skimpy bra. With one quick pull, my tank top and bra landed on the floor of the cab, and I was half naked in front of him.

His hands caressed and squeezed my tits as he exclaimed, “Oh my fuckin’ god Ali! You’re so goddamn beautiful! I love your ass, and your long hair, and you’ve got such beautiful tits, sweetheart! Every time you come to watch the kids I can hardly keep my hands off these fucking, gorgeous tits!” With that, his mouth dropped to my virgin nipples. I gasped aloud, and sat there stunned, hardly able to breathe as he flicked his hot tongue across my tender little rosebuds. This made up for the long boring hours I had spent being horny and not able to find what I needed to get off properly! The crotch of my panties was completely soaked, and I knew my jeans were soon going to be as well. My hands tangled in his hair as he sucked, and licked, and nibbled my tits.

He leaned back at last, and huskily said, “Your tits are just as hot to suck as I knew they’d be. I’ve wanted to suck them for months, baby, but I could never figure out a way to get you to let me do it. I fuckin’ fantasize about sucking your tits all the time.”

I whispered, “Really? You fantasize about me? God, that makes me so damned horny I can hardly stand it! You make me so hot Nathan, I fantasize about you every time I play with my pussy, imagining that it’s your fingers touching me, or your cock fucking me and making me cum.”

I stopped suddenly, afraid I might have said too much. He reached for my hand, and placed it firmly on the huge bulge in the front of his jeans. I gasped at how hard he was, and how big, and I knew I wanted to see him, and touch him, and taste him. With shaking hands, I reached for the buckle of his belt. He let me unbuckle it, and smiled as I undid the first button of his Levi 501s. My eyes never left the opening of his jeans as I worked those buttons open. I was touching a real cock, even if it was through all that denim! I could hardly believe it!

The last button popped open, and he lifted his hips, pushing the jeans down past his ass. The big bulge had swollen into a thick ridge right up the front of his tight shorts, with a blunt purplish tip peaking over the elastic waist.

Again he took my hand and set it right on his cock, rubbing it up and down. It was so hot it startled me, and so hard it scared me. “Do you want to taste it, sweetheart? Do you want to lick and suck Nathan’s big hard cock, little Ali?” he asked softly.

I nodded, feeling terribly naughty…but I did want to lick and suck his cock. I knelt on the floor of the truck cab, and he slid over to the centre of the seat, past the gear shifter – those old bench style seats had their uses! Leaning forward with one hand on his cock and the other steadying myself against his leg, I carefully licked the tip of his cock. Once, twice – I licked him like an ice-cream cone – my tongue soft and wide so it curled around that lovely knob. His sharp gasp of pleasure told me I was doing okay, so I did it again, and again, and then I got brave enough to release his cock from the confining underwear so I could lick more of him.

As his cock sprang free from its cotton prison, Nathan lifted his hips to shove his clothes further out of the way, exposing all 8 inches of his thick hard cock, and a set of huge balls. It was obvious even to me that he was really, really enjoying the attention I was giving him.

Stroking him gently, I said, “I can’t believe how big your cock is, or how hot and hard it is! It’s amazing!”

“C’mon baby, play with my balls while you suck my big cock. Suck it now, baby. Squeeze my balls sweetheart,” Nathan breathed as his strong hands pushed my head down toward his throbbing cock. My open mouth slid over his swollen cock head, pausing briefly as I tasted the pre-cum oozing from it. More insistently, he pushed me down on his cock a bit further before pulling my head back up again, his fingers tangled in my long hair. Slowly I began to bob my head up and down, taking in about three or four inches of his big cock. He seemed satisfied with that, and it was a good thing – I would never have been able to take more, not then.

With one hand fondling his big balls, I sucked and licked him for a few minutes, until he lifted my head away from his cock and said, “Better stop that for a minute or I’ll cum in your mouth, sweetheart. Lick my big balls for a while, suck them too.”

I gave him a big smile and did as he asked. His balls were huge, the size of chicken eggs, and his sack hung low enough that I could lift it up away from his cock as I licked. “Suck them right into your mouth baby, that’s right, just like that…fuck that feels good, little one!”

Nathan kept a hard grip on his cock as I played with his balls, rolling them gently in my hands, and sucking them into my mouth one at a time.

After a couple minutes Nathan lowered his cock to me and said, “Okay baby, suck me off. Play with my big balls while you suck my cock. Make me cum in your mouth baby. I need to cum so bad.”

“I want you to Nathan. I’d like it, a lot. Don’t make me stop again; let me suck till you cum… please.”

With a pleased sound that was half moan and half sigh, he nodded, “Go on, suck me Ali baby…make me cum in your hot mouth.”

I ducked back down and took him in my mouth again, this time a lot more confidently. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, then pushed down as far as I could, letting my tongue curl around the underside of his cock. As I lifted up, I flicked my tongue back and forth across the throbbing vein I’d discovered there, and he groaned out loud. His hips twitched forward, thrusting into my mouth. I braced my hands on the seat and kept sucking hard, pulling up until only his cockhead was still in my mouth, then sliding back down quickly to do it again. I did it again, and again, and again, until his hips were rocking, thrusting his hard cock up into my mouth in perfect rhythm with my sucking. His hands were locked on the back of my head, holding me firmly in place, while he fucked my mouth.

Suddenly the rhythm of his movements changed. “Oh god, girl! Fuck…gotta cum…oh fuck this is good!” Groaning deep in his throat, he thrust hard into my mouth, and it was all I could do just keeping him from going straight down my throat. Harder and harder he fucked my face, going so deep that it made me gag. He ignored my gagging, thrusting into my mouth faster and faster, making his big balls slap my chin and throat. His cock was so big and so hard, and it was getting bigger, and harder, hotter, until…wham! bam! the head of his cock slammed into the back of my throat one last time and thick hot cum spurted from it, filling my mouth. I swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed…and with every contraction of my throat another spurt of cum erupted from his still throbbing cock.

At last, he raised my head from his cock, and kissed me long, and deep and tender. His tongue filled my mouth, seeking any drops of cum that remained there unswallowed. When at last he broke off the kiss, he said, “That was the best blow-job I have ever had, beautiful. You sucked me so hard I knew I’d never be able to last more than a few minutes. Now, why don’t you slide out of those jeans and let me return the favour?”

“D’you mean it? You’d really lick my pussy? Now?” I was so excited I’d thought I’d cum then and there.

“Oh, yah sweetheart, I mean it. I can only think of one thing I’d rather do to your pussy, but that would be a bad idea…so we better stick with licking and eatin’ you out.”

Giggling nervously, knowing exactly what he wanted and wouldn’t do, I stripped off my jeans and panties, and traded places with Nathan. He spread my legs wide, and then slipped them over his shoulders as he buried his face in my pussy, his tongue going directly to my aroused clit. “Oh, oh god, that feels so good!” I cried as he slid one long finger deep into me. I was so horny I knew it wouldn’t take long to cum, not with Nathan’s finger – no, now it was two fingers! – busy stroking in and out of my pussy and his tongue dancing over my clit!

Moaning wordlessly I thrust my hips forward, rocking back and forth to the rhythm his fingers set inside me. My fingers thrust into his hair, alternately pulling him away for a moment and then pushing his face back into my pussy. His mouth fastened on my clit and he sucked, just as I’d sucked his cock, his tongue stroking fast and hard. His strong fingers fucked me with hard steady strokes, going so deep. Then I felt it, felt the trembling and jerking begin deep in my muscles as my pussy began to contract in velvet waves. With a cry, I arched my back and pressed against his mouth and fingers. My arms flung back against the seat as the fire of my orgasm washed over me, again and again, easing now into that lovely trembling looseness of afterglow.

Nathan slowly lifted his head and withdrew his fingers. Looking right at me, he sucked every drop of my juices off his fingers, then straightened up and kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself on his face and his tongue.

Then he sat back and said, “Well young lady, I think I had better get you home now – it just wouldn’t do to have anyone come looking for you and find you naked with my face back in your pussy.”

Much as I hated it, I had to agree. “Can we do this again sometime?”

His face lit up with a beautiful sexy smile. “I think we’ll just have to find a way, don’t you, sweetheart? Anything is possible if you want it bad enough.”