Next Door Whore

I’m currently 18 and have been living in our neighborhood since birth. I’ve been sexually active since 15 and my body count is 12. I love sex but after 12 lovers around my age has proven disappointing. To the man, if you can call them men, they have shown no idea as to what a woman needs. I get much more sexual satisfaction with my fingers or vibrator than I do with their erections fingers and tongues. Our neighbor, Paul, a very attractive man in his sixties who looks very distinguished and keeps his body in incredible shape, has always been very nice to me. Unfortunately his wife Susan, passed from cancer some ten years back but he seems to have no shortage of women coming to his door. This summer he and I spoke for a considerable time about this and that when I found myself getting lost in the thoughts of making love with him. I masturbated almost every day to my fantasy of just that. As it happened he was having his old hot tub replaced with a much larger version. I told him that I wished we had one and with that he invited me to use his anytime. “My tub, is your tub” was exactly what he said. My parents went off to Europe and would not be back for the month of August. It was in the evening, I had nothing to do and thought I would put Paul’s offer to test. I had fantasied often about a hot tub romance so the idea seemed exciting. I called his home number, he picked up and said absolutely! I put on my most revealing bikini, covered up in a housecoat and went over. Paul greeted me in a robe as well with a glass of red and guided me through his house to his large bedroom and out to his tub. It was a beautiful setup. The tub just outside his bedroom with a privacy wall giving the perfect conditions for romance. He said, “Shall we?” Absolutely was my response as I disrobed. Paul said that it was up to me, and although my bathing suit looked great, that in order to really enjoy a tub, clothing should not be worn and with that he took off his robe, now completely nude and hung it on a wall hook behind him. My mouth dropped. His penis was average length but his girth was crazy thick. I could not take my eyes of his manhood. He went into the tub and I in turn slipped my suit off and joined him. We talked and drank, he made me laugh and I was getting very excited and bold. I got up and moved over to him straddling his lap my hands on the back of his head I buried my C cups into his face. His hands touched me all over as he gently suckled on my nipples. His thick cock erect pushed against my pussy. I tried to guide him in but I really wasn’t sure if I could. Paul stopped me, asked how old I was, and asked if I was sure I wanted this. I kissed him passionately and said it’s all I’ve been thinking about for weeks. He took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. He was fully erect and although he’s probably 6 inches long, being so girthy made his erection seem stubby. He was as thick as a Coke can. He kissed me all over taking particular attention to the inside on my thighs. He did things with his fingers and mouth that I had never experienced and that cause me to explode in orgasm. He really knew what he was doing. He then slowly placed his penis into me. So thick is he that with every thrust it pulled my clit down and almost followed his cock into me. Paul gave me my first orgasm through penetration and we have had many repeat performances since. Older men should take the time to teach younger men the art of live making.