I started my second year at Granberry University a few weeks ago. My name is Samantha Bethsadia.

At the end of my first year, I came home to my folks, the house I had grown up in, and to familiar neighbors. The only difference was that there was a new “backyard” neighbor. My folks now shared their back fence with Mr. Rafael Romero.

Other than a cursory acquaintance, we didn’t have much to say to each other. I guess the fact that I was an eighteen-year-old (soon to be nineteen) college student and he was old enough to be my grandfather had a lot to do with it. Though now retired, he had been an attorney with the big law firm Morganson, Jacobs, and Smith. Mr. Romero was a nice looking man with a dark olive complexion, tall and relatively fit considering his grandfatherly body and age, and despite being in his early fifties, he still had a head of thick salt/pepper colored hair with a matching neatly trimmed beard.

Of course, I was looking forward to the new school year; it’s just that I had other things on my mind. I was more than ready to start exploring life . . . hell, I was still a virgin! I wanted to know what sex was, and I wanted to experience a “real” orgasm, not one brought on by masturbating. At eighteen, I had a woman’s body and needs. I was physically and psychologically ready; I just needed to meet the right person, and I was going to accomplish this before I returned to school.
*****
On nice days, I liked going out into the yard and working on my tan when alone. Confident in my attractiveness, I’d stretch out naked on one of the lounges near our pool and enjoy the sun. One afternoon, while sunning myself, I thought I heard someone on the other side of the fence. Of course, I was naked and thought Rafe (everyone called Rafael, Rafe) was spying on me. Pissed at first by this invasion of my privacy, I decided to let him look. I lay there wanting him to see my tousled shoulder length, reddish brown hair, full pouty lips, long lashes, and large, brown eyes. I wanted this old man to feast his eyes on my young, perky breasts with their dark, perfectly rounded aureoles and hard, erect nipples that seemed to be at attention just for him. I wondered if looking at my smooth pink mound and exposed clit made him hard. Let him look.
*****
Now that it was summertime and the weather was hot and sticky from early in the day, I’d sometimes see Rafe in his yard, usually shirtless and wearing what looked like his boxers. On more than one occasion, through the openings in the fence, I saw him reach into his boxers, pull his penis out, and stroke himself before returning his attention to whatever he had been doing. Of course, I was shocked when he did this, and I always suspected he knew I was watching and had deliberately wanted me to see him.

Lying out near our pool one day, I heard noise and movement from his yard, like muffled grunting and low cursing. Getting up and going to the fence, standing quietly and peering through the openings between the boards, after a few seconds, I realized that Rafe was actually masturbating. He had unashamedly turned toward me and, in fact, was proudly jerking himself until he began spewing cum into the air.

To my astonishment, I didn’t turn away but stood watching, mesmerized and strangely aroused by what I had witnessed and even more surprised when I realized the wet stickiness growing between my legs.

“Did you like that, baby girl?” I heard him say, snapping me back to the present.

“Did you like that?” he asked again.

It was only then that I ran into the house and to my room, where I immediately began to rub myself until I achieved my desperately needed release.
*****
Wanting a friend to keep an eye on me and the house while they were away, my folks had asked Rafe to check in on me in their absence. A week later, my Mom accompanied my Dad on an extended business trip, and I was alone. The first night they were gone, I was awakened when I heard or sensed movement in my room. The room was dark, warm, and stuffy. The window I had left open allowed a soft, ineffective breeze to enter the room. As I began to stir, I felt the pressure of a hand covering my mouth.

Managing to pull his hand away, I asked in a still half-asleep voice, “What are you doing?” Forcing myself to full wakefulness, I realized a man’s body on top of mine and began to struggle.

“Shhh, shhh . . . don’t be afraid. It’s ok, baby, relax,” at the sound of his voice, I knew who it was . . . Rafe Romero. I should have been terrified, I know, but instead, I felt anxious and yet curious, eager, and aroused.

I could feel myself slowly becoming wet between my legs.

“Relax. Let me make you feel good,” Rafe whispered.

His hand inched between my thighs, and his fingers slid along the length of my pussy slit. I held my breath, trying not to moan. Already balanced over me, Rafe slid up my body, and that was when I felt something poking between my legs, against my pussy, rubbing up and down on my pussy.

I felt his bulbous hot cock head press and then begin to enter me. He worked just his cockhead in and out with shallow strokes for several minutes. I became wetter and more relaxed as he coaxed my pussy to accommodate him. At first, when the tip of his cock would brush over my aching clit, it felt nice . . . until it didn’t. I felt the hard insistent pressure and pain as he tore into my virgin pussy and plunged his engorged cock further inside me.

Startled and unnerved by the suddenness of the initial pain, I cried out and, in a tearful mumbling, began, “Rafe . . . stop, don’t. It hurts . . . I’ve never done this before.”

“Oh god,” I whimpered as his movement momentarily stopped, and he paused, giving my body, my pussy, time to adjust.

“You were a fucking virgin?” I didn’t know. I figured you’d had cock before. Hell, how’d you manage to get to almost nineteen without being fucked?” He asked in disbelief.

The pain had eased, and I lay strangely relaxed under him, legs spread open. Rafe started moving his hips again. He gently began pushing forward, and I could feel my pussy stretching around his cock as he inched deeper, slowly going further into me. I started to moan. It didn’t hurt anymore, and the feel of his massive cock moving inside me made my body quiver.

This was my first time being with a man, and though I was not fully aware of what was happening, I recognized the sensation of an orgasm building. When I came, I gripped the sheets as my body shook uncontrollably.

“Rafe . . . oh, Rafe,” I called at the peak of my orgasm.

As Rafe supported his weight on his elbows so as not to crush me under him, I could hear and feel his moans and grunts against my ear.

“Oh, Sam, I’ve waited a long time for this little girl.”

He felt good, and I didn’t want him to stop, so I let “Grandpa” do what he wanted. In between his slow, deep grinding, he told me that since I had come home, he had seen me sometimes sunning myself while naked in the yard. Rafe said he had also occasionally seen me from his window at night. He had admired my beautiful breasts and imagined what it would be like to hold them, to suckle them. As he talked, I could feel my pussy instinctively grip his cock, wanting to keep him inside me.
*****
Rafe’s mouth covered mine, and he pressed his tongue between my partially open lips. We kissed a long, deep kiss, his tongue exploring the inside of my mouth. Raising his head and looking at me as if for the first time, he said, “I know I’m an “old” man and have no business lusting after a young, pretty girl like you, but I couldn’t help myself. Watching you get ready for bed at night, fresh out of the shower, I could imagine myself between your legs, eating you, making you moan with pleasure, and cumming in my mouth. Damn . . . I can’t tell you how often I fantasized about pressing my swollen cock inside you and making love to you until we orgasmed, and I filled you with my cum.”

“Oh, Rafe, how old you are doesn’t matter to me. I . . . I think I wanted to be with you, too,” I said as I now deliberately tried to milk his cock with my pussy.

“I . . . I don’t know how much longer I can hold back . . .” he began.

Rafe was now thrusting faster and faster with his cock fully inside me. I could feel his cock twitch and jerk moments before I sensed him grow even bigger inside me. Then, throwing back his head and arching his back with a loud, vulgar curse, he began to empty himself inside me. With hard, deep thrusts, he filled my pussy with his thick, warm cum.

The room was quiet and smelled of sex when he finished. Rafe lay slumped on top of me, his dick still pulsing inside of me for a few seconds more before he pulled it out. I closed my eyes as his fingers gently manipulated my pussy and sensitive clit. I could only moan and whimper with pleasure, not embarrassed, not ashamed, only pleased that I had given my virginity to Rafe. I didn’t care that he was as old as my grandfather. Rafe had been the older, gentle, and experienced lover I had hoped for, and he had made my first time everything I could have wished for.

I learned and experienced many things that summer. Rafe Romero taught me to enjoy oral sex and taught me about different positions and the pleasures of each. My “grandpa” Rafe showed me what it was like to be sexually dominated by a knowledgeable, experienced man, how to suck cock expertly enough to make him or any man beg for it. He taught me about prostate sex, something I would give him only when he was a good boy and deserved it. The most difficult lesson was how to appreciate and enjoy anal sex with him (as you’ve probably figured out, Rafe also took my ass virginity that summer), and the most enjoyable was teaching him to give me oral the way I liked and needed it.

Rafe and I were sexually active throughout that summer, sometimes in my room, at his house, in the backyard, in his car . . . wherever and whenever the opportunity presented itself. Our intimacies didn’t end until I left for school.
*****
I met Rafe at the right time and in the right frame of mind to trust and let him sexually guide and mentor me.

I will never forget that summer and will always be grateful to Rafe for everything he taught me.

 

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