I met him as a blind-date. My girlfriend told me her cousin was visiting and she needed a date for him. She said he was good-looking and nice but I assumed she was lying since most blind-dates turned out to be dorks. I was flabbergasted when I saw him. He was gorgeous! He was also polite, very attentive and obviously rich because he insisted on paying for our dinner and movie that cost him over a hundred dollars. Best of all he liked me! He complimented almost everything about me. When I walked he said I was very graceful and asked if I had dance training. I was glad To tell him I had ballet and acrobatic dance training when I was younger and happy Mom had forced me into it since it seemed to be paying off. He also liked my hair and said I must be an athlete with such a nice body. Actually I had inherited it from my mother but I lied and said I did aerobics.

The one thing he did not mention was my clothes. His were obviously expensive. He was wearing black leather jeans made of some very soft leather with a matching sport coat and a white silk shirt. I was just wearing a scoop neck blouse and skirt from K-Mart. My girlfriend Barbara was wearing a black leather skirt and spandex tube top that was very sexy. By that time we had returned to her house since her folks had left for the weekend. She made some punch using a bottle of vodka and fruit drinks. It tasted mild but after a few I relaxed. She took every opportunity to get up to get us drinks or change tapes so we could see her butt cheeks and breasts moving under her clothes. I giggled nervously and suggested that he probably should be with her since their clothes matched. He was very nice saying, "You look alright. Clothes that sexy may embarress you." I was hurt. Saying my clothes were alright was hardly a compliment and he was implying I was a prude. "Oh no. I like to look sexy it is just that leather skirts are so expensive." "Any clothes can be sexy if they are worn right. Stand up and I will show you." I wanted to be sexy for him. I stood in front of him and he pulled down the top of my blouse and my bra straps until the top of my bra showed. Then he tucked in the top of my bra. The backs of his fingers were rubbing on my bare breasts very close to my nipples. If it had been any other boy I would have slapped him but he was not leering and seemed to be sincere in helping.Then he folded the bottom of my blouse and tucked it under my bra again his fingers were compressing my breasts. I just kind of stood there dumbfounded while he unzipped my skirt and pulled it up to shorten the hem just below my butt then tucked the top into my panties. Now his fingers were touching my butt at the back and reaching in to my pussy hair in the front. I became really excited. I had never let a boy get so intimate before and forgot Barbara and her boyfriend was there until Barbara exclaimed, "God that makes you look fantastic. I didn't know your tummy was so flat and your boobs look bigger than ever!" That made me blush until Bill said, "Yes anything looks good on a fabulous body. Susan. Go look in the mirror." I felt better knowing he thought I looked beautiful and went to the mirror. No-one had ever seen my bare stomach since I wore one piece conservative swim suits my mother bought. I had never been this bare in front of anyone else before. My stomach was bare from the bottom of my breasts way below my belly-button and when I turned to look behind me I saw he had twisted my blouse around my bra to make my back bare to the dimples on the top of my butt-cheeks. Meanwhile Barbara and Charlie her boyfriend, cheered and applauded while Bill smiled in obvious appreciation. My embarrassment turned to vanity and I walked back exaggerating the swing of my hips and wishing I was not wearing my tight bra so my breasts could move provocatively like Barbara's. When I got back to him I didn't know what to do. The whole situation was exciting me and I wanted to fall into his arms but I didn't want to look like a slut. Barbara solved my problem. "She is a beautiful dancer. Have her dance for us Bill." Bill said, "That would be lovely. Grace and beauty go together." That and the punch was all the encouragement I needed. There was a slow sexy song playing. I don't know what got into me. Normally I would have refused but I began to dance. I was not doing any moves that I had not done in dance recitals but somehow this seemed much sexier to me to have the tops of my boobs showing and knowing I was flashing my skimpy bikini panties on bends and pirouettes. It was a long song, about half-way through I lifted my arms above my head which pulled my blouse back up to my shoulders. Charlie yelled, "No! Don't cover them. Take it off." Barbara said, "Yes! Do it!" I was really excited by then and when I looked at Bill he smiled and mouthed. "Yes." I swear I just meant to take off the blouse to dance in my bra but the catch in the bra was stuck in my blouse and when I pulled it over my head the bra went with it. I didn't get a chance to get embarrassed! They all applauded and Bill said my breasts were too beautiful to ever be hidden. When the song ended Bill was smiling and holding his arms open.I knelt between his legs for his hug and kiss thrilled by the feel of his silk shirt on my erect nipples. Charlie said, "God she has me so turned on. Come on Barbara." He took her hand and began leading her upstairs to the bedrooms. On the way out she told Bill the keys were in the car to take me home later. He began kissing my face and then down my neck until he was kissing and nibbling on my nipples. I hugged his head to me until his hands were under my butt to slowly pull me up as his lips moved down my stomach.

I expected him to start back up when he got to my skirt but he just pulled it down inch by inch as his lips traversed my stomach and his teeth made gentle bites. I was not totally naive. I had played with my pussy but I had never even heard about what he did next. His tongue slipped between the lips of my pussy to flutter against my clit. then he would suck or take little bites to cause just a bit of pain before the fluttering continued. I had no idea sex could be so wonderful. I began orgasms twice as good as I ever got from playing with myself. By then my skirt and panties were at my feet and he began letting me down to lie on the floor. I watched in fascination while he unbuttoned his shirt to show his big chest and ridged stomach muscles. When he unzipped his pants his dick was super hard and standing straight up. I knew it would be going in my pussy and wondered how it would be possible since it was tight around my finger. He spread my legs and pushed them towards my head. I was so wet the head slipped in with a stretching feeling then there was a sharp pain as it tore my hymen. The pain was forgotten instantly as the orgasms began again from that wonderful dick pumping and gyrating in my pussy. I came several times until he grunted and made a face as he came. He continued to kiss and hug me until his dick softened and slid out of me.

He looked at it to see a little of my blood on it then said, "Just as I thought. You were a virgin. How have you managed to stay that way with your beauty and the sexy dancing?" "I don't know what brought that on. I have never been so naked in front of a boy before. I ran away when some boys and girls wanted to play strip-poker. Are you disappointed that I know nothing about sex. I hope it was good for you. It was the most fantastically good experience I have had in my whole life." Suddenly I began to cry. "Oh God. You will have to go home soon. What will I do. There is no boy I even want to talk to after you." He just laughed and then hugged me while saying, "I don't live in another universe. Dad bought me an airplane for graduation. I am only an hour away. As long as we enjoy each other I can be around a lot. It will be fun to show you all the ways you can be thrilled since you are so ignorant about sex." There was an implied threat but that was overshadowed by his promise to give me new thrills. "Oh yes. I will be a good student. Can we have sex again now?" "You must know my dick has to get hard first." "Oh yes! It is three times as big when it is hard. It got hard from my dance. Would you like me to do it again? I could even do it naked." "No. We have done that. You liked having me lick your pussy. Didn't you?"

"Oh yes. I have never felt anything so wonderful." "It feels good to me too. Why don't you lick and suck on my dick?" That seemed gross but he had licked my pussy so it seemed only fair. "Okay. I'll find a washcloth to wash it first." "No. I didn't wash your pussy." "But it is gross. It has my blood and sticky stuff on it. I don't want to." "Alright. Get dressed. It is time to take you home." "No! No. I'll do it with it dirty." It wasn't as bad as I feared. It just left a salty taste in my mouth and it was thrilling to see it grow until I could no longer get all of it in my mouth. Then he laid on his back so I could sit on it to feel it slide into me slowly. I loved the position because I could move to make it rub and stretch my whole channel while he fondled my breasts and pinched my nipples.

He lasted a long time and as I started into orgasm I asked him to pinch harder and pull on my nipples. The pain just seemed to lead me to a higher plateau. When he took me home I was wonderfully relaxed and slept like a log. The next morning he came over to our place in his rented car and charmed the pants off my folks. When she invited him to lunch he raved about her cooking and told Dad how lucky he was to have such a lovely wife and daughter.

My Dad was a machinest and when he showed Bill some of his miniture engines Bill said he was a genius. As a capper he told them our little farm was charming and offered to take us up in his airplane to take aerial photos of it. He had a weird effect on Mom. She always dressed plainly and was just wearing a baggy house dress when he came but when he said we would go flying she went to our laundry room and came back wearing a pair of my short-shorts and a half shirt that bared her stomach below her navel. Both were too tight for her and I knew she could not be wearing panties under the shorts because she wore old-fashioned panties that went above her navel and ther was no bulge in the shorts to indicate she had rolled them down. She looked great but I was shocked since it was so out of character. "Mom! Are you going out in public in that outfit?" "Don't I look good? I thought I would let Bill know how you would look at my age." "No. You look great. I have just never seen your tummy before." Bill said, "She looks fantastic I will be very proud if Sue looks that good when she is thirty." Mom blushed and said, "Flatterer. I am almost forty." She was forty-one but I saw no reason to mention it, especially when Bill grabbed our waists to push us together to tell Dad we looked like twins.

Dad looked a little embarrassed but had to admit we looked great. Mom loved the attention. She pulled back her shoulders to push out her breasts. The bumps her nipples made in the t-shirt told me she had not just taken off her panties but also her bra. I felt I was in competition with her since she was getting so much attention from Bill and Dad so before we left I told them I had to go to the bathroom and took off my bra then tied a knot in the front of my shirt to get the shirt as close to the base of my boobs as I could and tight enough to make bumps with my nipples.

I was amused to see her tie hers too when she got in the car. The airplane ride was great. He said his plane was a Cessna 310 it had two engines and was really pretty. Mom and Dad got their pictures and we went back. I know Mom was sorry it was over but I was desparate to be alone with him. As soon as we left home in his car he told me to take off my shorts. "Oh no. I couldn't. Someone might see me." "That is what makes it interesting. Are you refusing me?" I was sure he would take me home so I did it. He immediately went on the freeway then passed huge trucks real slow making the driver curious enough to look down on us. I clamped my legs together and bent over to hide but he said. "No. Don't hide! slide forward on the seat and open your legs." It should have been super embarressing but the fact he ordered it relieved my conscience and I began to get excited. By the third truck I had moved my head closer to the window so I could see the astonished then happy looks on the driver's face. Eventually he tired of the game and took me to a motel for glorious sex. That started a precedent. From then on I had to earn sex with some humiliating act. I was more than willing because I was addicted to orgasms and could no longer get satisfying ones from masturbation.

He decided to play the freeway game again but decided my pussy hair hid me. He shaved it all off before we left to the freeway. I was really obscene then because the drivers could see my pussy open when he pulled on my thigh but it was alright because seeing the excitement I could cause on the driver's faces excited me and it seemed the more erotic I became brought on even greater sex. Eventually he wanted to put his dick in my rectum which I thought would be the ultimate sacrifice but I found I really liked it especially since it allowed him to use his fingers on my nipples and clit. The two weeks he was to stay seemed to be over in a day. I was desolate when he left certain that he had his pick of girls at his town and I would never see him again. My only hope was that he asked for my and mom's shoe and clothing sizes so he could send presents. I cried for days. Mom tried to console me by saying he had promised to call and would but I didn't believe it. By then I had elevated him to the status of a God and was sure he could do much better than me. That night he called but he talked to Mom. She ran up to my room to tell me that he had called to say there was a country club ball at his town. It was to be very nice and in hopes that we would come he had bought clothes for us to wear that would arrive the next day. Mom and I were really excited but Dad said he would feel out of place in a country club and that we could go without him.

When the package arrived Mom and I excitedly ripped open the package to reveal two beautiful black cocktail dresses and a note that said, "Since you look like twins you may as well dress like them." Along with the dresses were tiny uplift bras that just supported our boobs under the nipples, tiny panties that were just elastic strings to hold a small black lace triangle. sheer black stockings, a lace garter belt and black pumps with real high heels. We tried everything on together and I never felt so close to her. It was like we were sisters or good friends rather than mother and daughter. The dresses were real short and low cut with a heart shaped cutout with the top of the heart at the base of our breasts and the point so low Mom had to shave off some of her pussy hair so it wouldn't show. I talked her into shaving all of it like mine. I don't know how she explained it to Dad. They were really sexy but Mom said rich people were obviously more sophisticated and they would be wearing dresses like these just like movie stars. Mom said that it would be better if Dad didn't see them even though they were obviously expensive and we looked great in them since he was so conservative. That put us in a conspiracy that made us even closer. I suggested that we go to a beauty salon to get identical hairdos.

That night Bill called to make sure our clothes had arrived and if we liked them. He seemed pleased we did and didn't complain about how revealing they were. He said the heart cutout would make all the women jealous of our trim tummies and little waists. That prompted Mom to say that she was surprised that the dresses were so sexy. She assumed people at country clubs would be stodgy. Bill explained that this ball was for young people and since Mom could pass for twenty-five she would not be out of place. He said he would fly in to get us about five then we would have dinner at his folks place then we could dress for the dance. We landed at Seattle then we drove to their house. It wasn't a house. it was a mansion. Suddenly Mom connected with Bill's last name. "You said your dad was a lawyer. He is our Congressman! I remember this house from a magazine."

Yeah, but Dad prefers being thought of as a lawyer because that is where most of his money comes from. We were really impressed. Dinner was fabulous served by a maid and his folks were really nice. They apologised that they would not be going to the dance because they had to fly to Washington later that night. They left after a few after dinner drinks and Bill said we should get dressed.

When Mom and I were alone dressing she said, "God Susan. They liked us! Do you know how great this could be for you if Bill would love you as much as you do him? Whatever he wants, you should do it." I thought I would test her. "What if he wants sex?" "That is alright just let him know you are doing it only because you love him. God, I wish I had talked to you about sex. Just remember even things that may seem strange are alright as long as you both like it." I was enjoying this! It seemed like everything I had done with Bill was alright. "What do you mean by strange?" "I only know what your Dad likes. Sometimes he likes to be kissed down there."

"What do you mean down there?" "Oh you know. You are embarrassing me. He likes to have me kiss and suck on his penis. It isn't so bad. it is clean." "I heard about that in sex ed. Anything really strange?" She blushed like a school girl. "Well sometimes he likes to spank my bare bottom. It doesn't hurt really. Just a little sting and it really excites him. Me too." She had not put the dress on yet and her cute round buns were bare except for the string going up her crack. I could understand why a man would enjoy the submissiveness of a woman who would let him spank them. I also could understand how it could excite her. The little pain from Bill pinching my nipples and lightly slapping my boobs had just added to my excitement.

When we dressed Bill was waiting for us in the front room. He said we looked fabulous and we pirouetted in front of him giggling that he was so pleased. The dance was great! We did not feel out of place at all since a lot of girls were dressed even sexier than us. Some wore gauzy dresses that you could see their panties and nipples through and one girl must have been really proud of her cute round butt because she had an upside down heart cutout on her back that bared the top of her butt-cheeks. When her boyfriend danced with her he put his hands under her dress to squeze her bottom. We danced a lot! Me mostly with Bill but Mom was asked by boys much younger than her and was flattered by the attention. We both drank a little too much and got a little silly. I had never seen this side of her. She loved dancing and made no objection when men would hold her bottom to pull them tight against their bulging crotches. Bill noticed we were getting drunk and excited so he said we should go home. When we got there Mom scurried to the bar to make us drinks while Bill turned on the stereo. A good song came on and Mom and I started to dance.

Bill encouraged us by applauding and saying we looked great. We giggled and made some sexy moves. When the next song was faster Mom leaned forward and shook her breasts. They fell out of her dress! She just giggled and said, "Whoops" and began to put them back in but Bill yelled, "Leave them out! They look great!" She did! I began to feel left out with him staring avidly at her bouncing boobs. I unzipped my dress and let it slide to my waist. I tucked my bra under my boobs to bare them completely to have them bounce and swing to the music. Now I had his attention and when Mom noticed she also let down her dress top and took off her bra. It became a contest. Soon we were dancing close to him so he could take off the rest of our clothes one by one until we were naked then he danced with us while we removed his clothes. When he was naked he dropped to his knees pulling Mom down with him then laid on his back and pulled her down on his dick. I again felt left out until he pulled me down on his face to lick my pussy. I was facing Mom. She had this look of wild ecstacy on her face and was pinching her nipples and lifting her breasts until her nipples had hardened to look like little thumbs. I tried it and found my excitement jumped even higher until it was obvious we were in full orgasm.

Mom began letting out little screams and then slumped to sit shuddering on his dick. Suddenly her face clouded and she began to cry. She jumped up and ran to our room practically howling in grief. I was glad to see her go. Now I had him to myself and I laid on him to kiss him and lick my juices off his face. Then I slid down his body to lick and suck on his dick so I could get it hard to climb on it. It wasn't working. He just laid there breathing hard but his dick stayed soft. "What is wrong? It isn't getting hard." "I am not Superman. That was a real workout. I am going to need a rest or something really special to get hard again." I locked onto "Something special." "Mom said Dad got real excited by spanking her and that it didn't hurt much. Would you like to try it?" "Really! Tell me about it." "She didn't give me any details. I guess you could do it any way you think it would be exciting." "When I was a kid a girl told me she hated Catholic school because the Nuns would tie their hands above their heads and a girl would hold up her skirt while the Nun spanked her with a strap. The idea excited me. Would that be okay?" "Oh God! That sounds like it would hurt but it might be even more exciting for you since I would be naked. I guess it would be alright. I know you won't hurt me too bad." "We are all set for this. The chandelier has a winch to lower it to change bulbs. We can use it to tie you. Tie your stockings around your wrists while I look for a belt."

I became excited as I used my teeth to tighten the stockings around my wrists. I realized this act might make me unique. Some of the girls at the dance were as pretty as me and rich but I was sure those spoiled little bitches would never let him hurt them. I decided that even if it didn't hurt much I would act like it did so he would know the great sacrifice I was making for him. He came back down with a wide thick western belt he was cutting in two to make an eighteen inch strap. I was hoping he would just use his little dress belt but it would prove my love better if I suffered more. He lowered the chandelier and I held up my hands so he could tie the stockings to it and pull me up until I was on tip-toes. It felt good to be stretched and exciting but I thought I would remind him of the sacrifice I was making. "Oh. I feel so helpless. I am at your mercy. You know I would never let you do this if I didn't love you so much. I'll bet no other girl would allow it." "Yes I know you are proving your love but if it doesn't hurt it won't prove anything will it?"

"No. Make it hurt. I promise I won't ask you to stop." "Good. Your body looks fantastic stretched like that. Let me show you."