Maria answered the next day. Her excitement was evident in her response. I invited her over for dinner Saturday night and she accepted with alacrity. I’ve got to admit that it was a bit of an ego boost to have this attractive young woman seeming so eager to come over. On the other hand, I was also feeling a bit anxious. It had been so long since I had dated. I hadn’t had sex with any woman in years, and before that, it had only been with my wife. Other than the first couple years, we hadn’t exactly had an exciting sex life either. What if I turned out to be a dud in bed? If Maria had a bad time, maybe the other girls wouldn’t want to go through with it. Yeah, I hadn’t even met one girl yet and I was already fantasizing about all three. I need to be a stud so I can have all three. I was acting like an idiot, a horny idiot. I finally relaxed and decided I’d just make it a nice date and let the chips fall where they may.
Maria showed up at six sharp. I opened the door and ushered her in, hanging her heavy coat by the door. Under it, she was dressed in a skin tight mini, a shirt that barely covered her tits leaving her belly exposed, and little else to the imagination.
“Wow,” I said.
She pirouetted, obviously pleased by my reaction, “Like it?”
“Very much. I never really noticed how beautiful you are. I mean, I noticed you were good looking but I had to not notice if you know what I mean,” I said.
She laughed. “So I don’t look too young for you, Mr. Martin,” she said bending slightly at the waist allowing me to see more of her fine chest.
“Call me Mike. You look good enough to eat,” I told her wondering if I was going too far with the comment.
Her eyes widened and she threw her arms around my neck and pressed her body against me, “Well, I’ll be looking forward to that.”
She was leaving no doubt about her intentions. “Let’s go have some dinner,” I said, disentangling myself and leading her into the dining room. “Have a seat,” I said pointing as I went into the kitchen.
I had cheated. I stopped by the Chinese place and got the Mandarin dinner for two, right before Maria showed up. I put it on my own plates and hid the boxes. I even took the soy sauce out of the little packets and put it into little bowls. I shuttled the dinner from the oven to the table. Maria kept looking at me as I loaded up the table. I lit the candles, poured the wine, and turned out the lights last thing before I joined her.
“Mr. I mean, Mike. This looks great.”
“Dig in. I don’t know about you but I’m starving,” I said.
“Me too,” she answered as she started in on the paper wrapped chicken. She put a respectable amount on her plate.
I noticed she had an appetite and was glad she wasn’t some anorexic as I shoveled food onto my plate as well. I just love Chinese. I asked her as I made my way through some Peking Duck, “So how come you’re first?”
Around some noodles she answered, “Because I’m not a virgin.” Then she laughed. “You should see the look on your face.”
I picked up my napkin and wiped my mouth as much to let me think as anything. Up until that moment, I hadn’t really been sure about the girl’s real intentions. It just didn’t seem quite real that three beautiful young women had propositioned a guy like me. I had talked myself into believing that the girls were playing some kind of joke on me or on each other. I didn’t believe that they were going to go through with it. Of course, I fantasized like crazy, lying in bed at night, and imagining making love with them. But in the morning, I’d become rational again and think, no way. But the way Maria said it, so matter-of-factly and unconcerned. She wasn’t playing a game. She had come here to make love with me. I knew it, and I was stunned. It really was going to happen. With that knowledge, came the predictable consequences. My cock began to grow, my skin tingled, and my mouth grew dry. I looked at Maria who had a big smile on her face. “I’ll tell you the truth. Until just then I didn’t really believe you guys. I figured you were playing a prank.”
Maria held my eyes with hers and quite seriously told me, “Let’s just call it my send off to the University.” I arched my eyebrow. “Mike, I’m not playing a prank. I want you to take me to bed.”
“I know. I could tell by your voice. That’s why I looked so silly.” We both laughed. I ate a couple of bites as she did. Then, “So, why me?”
“Don’t you know all of the girls in the troop have a crush on you?”
“What?” I was truly dumbfounded.
“Why do you think Mrs. Merrill is so careful not to leave you alone with the girls? Why do you think she makes sure your tent is surrounded by the leader's tents at camping? So the girls can’t sneak into your tent.” She looked at my expression and said, “You really didn’t know?”
“I had no idea,” I said.
“And the three of us have special reasons. You know, when we’d come over to see Becky, you were always so cool. I remember the time you invited all four of us to stay for dinner and then you let us each have a glass of wine. We all felt like we were being treated like women for the first time. We had such a crush on you. You probably could have taken all three of us to bed that night.”
“Does Becky know?” I asked
“She knows we have a crush on you. It’s not like we hid it. She always was like, that is gross, us having a crush on her dad. But I think she was just saying that 'cuz then she’d listen to us all wide-eyed.” Maria smiled at me as she said, “We had some pretty salacious and detailed descriptions of what we wanted you to do to you.”
“So, Becky knows. You think Mrs. Merrill knows about the girls having a crush on me?” Maria nodded. “Then why does she let me hang around?” I asked it as a rhetorical question but Maria answered it.
“I haven’t talked with her about it, but I can make a guess. Girls are going to have a crush on somebody. At least she could watch you. And I think she thinks you’re harmless. Plus, the girls all like having you around, and not just because we have a crush. Mike, you are so good to us, all the stuff you do. I mean, we couldn’t have a troop without you. She just makes sure to keep an eye on the girls is all. And most of them wouldn’t have the nerve to really try anything anyway. If we weren’t leaving we wouldn’t have the nerve.” Maria was smiling gently.
“I’ll be damned,” I said. “But there are only a few Senior Scouts.”
“It’s not just the senior’s. It’s the Cadettes too,” she said.
Cadettes are girls between eleven and fourteen. I shook my head. “They’re too young. No way.”
Maria nodded, “Way. Some of the Cadettes would jump you if you gave them any encouragement. We talk about it, you know, who’d do what. Some of the Cadettes aren’t virgins, you know.”
“They’re having sex?”
“Don’t look so shocked. The age of consent in England and here used to be twelve." Maria nodded her head at my stupefied look, "Twelve. It wasn’t until the Victorians tried to suppress sex that it started creeping up. And they used the sex trade to justify it. They’d bring in these girls who had been sold by their parents as examples and that’s how they convinced everyone to raise it. But of course it’s stupid. I read about a CDC study for one of my projects that found the average age of a girl’s first sex encounter was 13.8 years. That means half the girls had sex before they were fourteen. Statistically, half the Cadettes will be having sex. When a girl becomes a woman, she is a woman. Trying to pretend she’s still a girl is why we have so many problems. It’s like to pretend there is no gravity. That glass is going to break when it hits the floor no matter how much you wish it would remain a virgin. It’s why we have so much teen pregnancy, because we try to pretend young women are still girls. Girls don’t get pregnant, women do. Those Cadettes have all the same desires and needs as any other woman. I have the same desires and needs.”
I felt that statement all the way to my toes. I nodded, unable to say anything. All I could think of was Maria’s needs and how I so wanted to satisfy her. I sipped my wine, wondering how I was going to go about this. I mean, it was like a first date but with the endgame already known. Was I going to stand up, grab her hand, and drag her to the bedroom? Well, I had the rest of dinner to ponder it. Little did I know it would handle itself.
We finished dinner mostly talking about all of the fun times we had in the troop, the camping trip when it rained non-stop, the cookie drives, etc. When we were both slowing down, I poured up each another glass of wine. Maria took a sip and said, “I don’t think I should have any more. I want to be able to enjoy this.”
I just nodded.
Maria looked at me and said, “I’m a little nervous.”
“Yeah, me too,” I told her.
“I didn’t think you’d be nervous. I mean, you’re experienced.”
I laughed. “Yeah, but it’s been a while. And the only woman I’ve ever made love to was my wife. I don’t know…” I stopped and blushed.
“Wow,” Maria said. Then she stood up and said, “I bet I can help.” She looked deeply into my eyes, then started to move to a slow, sensuous rhythm. I was entranced. She came around to my side of the table. First, she bent over showing that she wasn’t wearing anything under her shirt and unzipped the boots she was wearing. She stepped out of them and started moving again. It wasn’t exactly a dance, more like a seduction. Then she pulled her shirt over her head exposing her tight breasts and threw the shirt over the couch. Holding my eye, she unzipped the skirt and slid it over her hips, kicking it away. She stood there in only her panties smiling at me. “What do you think?”
“You look beautiful and sexy,” I said.
She held out her hand, “Show me your bedroom.”
I rose, took her hand and led her down the hall to my room. Once there, she plopped onto the bed and said, “Your turn.”
I considered trying to match her sensuous dance but quickly squelched the idea. I’d just look ridiculous. I pulled my sweater off, pulled off my shoes, and unbuttoned and slipped off my pants. I stood there in my shorts, my cock making an obvious tent in them.
Maria smiled and pointed, “Them too.”
I pushed them off and straightened, my cock standing tall.
Maria smiled as she gazed at my protruding cock. "And they say black guys have big cocks." She reached up and extended her hand. I put mine in hers and she pulled me down onto the bed with her. She pushed me onto my back. She held my eye for a moment and the sexual energy spiked. I knew I was about to get laid, and that by a beautiful girl younger than my daughter. It was wicked and I loved it. Maria started a pantomime like in the CD the girls had sent me, ‘searching’ for the equipment. I nearly laughed. She noticed my smile and smiled up at me acknowledging the game. Her hand wrapped around my cock.
"Looks like I found it this time," she said. Her hand was slowly moving up and down pulling the skin over the length of my cock. It felt glorious.
"Oh, Maria," I sighed.
"Like it?"
"I can't tell you how much I like it. It's been so long," I said.
She smiled devilishly, then bent down and lapped at the head of my cock causing it to bounce. Her tongue licked around the head, then her lips brushed the tip before they parted and she took the head into her mouth. The hot wet feel of her lips and mouth on my cock was driving me crazy. It had been so long. Her hand was sliding along my cock as her head bobbed on the top. Her spit rolled down to be spread over the length of it. Her hand was moving easily, now. I felt the heat building in my loins.
I felt her lips leave my cock and I opened my eyes in question. She was sitting up, her hand still on my cock as she slung one leg over me. She held my cock straight up and, on her knees, lined it up with her pussy. She nestled the tip between her legs and I felt the heat of her pussy on the head of my cock. She rubbed the glans along her crack and over her clitoris. "Oh yes, Mike," she moaned. I could only watch and wait, hoping for her to slide down over my impatient cock. Maria held my cock still, then I felt pressure as she hunched downwards. Her labia flowered open around my cock and I slid up into her. She released my cock as she bottomed out in one long slow motion, her clitoris rubbing against my cock.
It was a good thing I was on the other side of forty and no longer had a hair trigger because she felt so incredible as she ground her pussy against me that I would have lost it right there. As it was, I felt the pressure in my balls; they wanted to empty themselves into the nubile Nubian woman above me.
Maria began sliding her pussy over me, rubbing her clitoris hard. Her hands on my chest, she rolled her hips on my cock. Lots of stimulation for her, minimum for me, which I liked since it gave me time to cool down a little and gain a modicum of control over my rising passion. Her tits were jiggling slightly as she humped. They drew my attention and my hands sought them out. Maria moaned as I took each nipple between finger and thumb and tweaked them. “Yes,” she moaned. “Harder.” I applied more pressure as I tweaked and teased her nipples. “Yessss,” she moaned again mashing her hips down, rising up and slamming back down. Maria sped up, fucking furiously. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. Suddenly, she went completely rigid. I could feel her pussy spasming around my cock. Then she fell forward onto my chest.
I liked the feel of her on me, her hot skin against mine. It had been so long… I held her to me and slowly moved in and out, keeping a slow rhythm. Her eyes opened. “Oh God. You’re still hard?”
I smiled, “Yes. Like it?”
“Hmm, yes.”
I rolled her to the side, then rolled up over her, never slowing my cock fucking in and out of her. Once on top, I picked up the pace. It was my turn and I intended to enjoy every moment. Her hot pussy grasped my cock when I plunged into her, and fought to keep it as I pulled out to plunge in again. I felt my own climax rising. Once again, skin slapped into skin as her hips rose to meet mine. Cock plunged into pussy. My climax burst in my loins like an ancient fertility rite long forgotten, as blast after blast of my cum filled the young black girl below me.
“Oh, Godddd,” Maria moaned, her head twisting from side to side, her fingers digging into my arms as I filled her with my cum. As quickly as it burst, it was over. I fell to the side knowing I had no strength left to keep from smothering the poor girl. She rolled with me, keeping our loins locked together. It wouldn’t matter for long as my cock had been used up.
“Thank you, Maria,” I said.
“My pleasure, Mr. Martin, I mean Mike,” she said.
“I still can’t believe it’s true,” I said.
I felt her pussy contact around my cock. “Believe that?” she asked.
I smiled, “Oh yes. Either it’s true or I’m in Heaven.”
Maria got a serious look on her face. “I’ve been wanting to do this for years, I mean when I didn’t have a boyfriend. You don’t know how many campouts I tried to get you away from camp, just the two of us. But the women really kept an eye on you.” I’m sure I looked surprised. Maria smiled, “Not because they didn’t trust you. They didn’t trust the girls... with good reason. Thanks for making my fantasy come true.”
“It’s been a fantasy come true for me as well,” I said.
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