For real

Her first story

Chapter 1

E-mail to: David Rosberg.

Please take a look at this. Not for selection, only for language editing!!

Title: Her Greatest Gift – Author Erotic Ria

Greetings

Chanelle

Chanelle is David's sister-in-law.

David sighs deeply, before opening the story on his laptop. He will read through it and quickly correct the spelling and language errors, for what it might be worth. Then sends it back. He is really not keen on Chanelle's venture, to start publishing erotic stories.

But now that Rosberg and sons’, printing and publishing, their family business isn't really making money any more. People read online. Not even the weekly newspaper they are printing on Tuesdays is ordering that many printed papers. According to them their advertisers completely disappeared.

Things got to change everywhere. True.

They have to look at other ways to make money.

With erotic stories. Online… A competition perhaps? No thank you, David Rosberg won’t have the family’s good name linked to something like this.

Okay, let’s agree on that. Let’s publish our erotic stories under the name of … For real!

David starts reading:

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Her Greatest Gift – Ria Romance

Zia wasn't wearing much clothing when she opened the door for James. A gown and underneath it a tiny thong which is visible when she moves. James feels an immediate reaction in his lower body.

He was invited to lunch, now he wonders if it is straightforward Zia herself that is on the menu.

Not that he cares. After all, he was the first one to incorporate her into womanhood, twenty years ago. He still remembers that night in matric. She was the most beautiful girl at the school dance.

James arrived at the hall, rather worked up already. The vibration of the motorbike he's driving does it for him. That and his age! He was living from one erection to another! As he walked in, he was rather proud of his substantial swelling, clearly visible through his denim trousers.

Zia approached him. She wanted to be his first dance partner for the night. Actually his only dance partner, and his last partner… for that night. She had plans with him. And with the mister in his johns.

James took Zia in his arms and she pressed her girl-flower against his swelling down there, which of course drove him crazy. Her breasts pressed hard against him and he knew if he could only get his hand in her slacks, he was probably going to score some wet fingers. The delicious aroma of a woman's lust. To taste and drink in, when he was later going to release his hard member from its tension.

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David gets up first, opens his fridge and pours himself a glass of ice-cold Creamsoda. Not because he has a hangover from last night’s whiskey. No, because Creamsoda is the drink of his choice during the day.

Back at his laptop, David sits down to read on.

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Already on the dance floor, James finds out that that night's course wasn't going to take the direction he first planned. Zia was about to take control of destiny.

"Shall we go out and be somewhere private?" she whispered in his ear.

Good plan, James decided as he followed her through one of the side doors. He was going to cuddle her little but until her ears were slamming and she crossed her legs to get that p***y away from his eager fingers. He was willing to finger her c**t until she yelled at him to stop. Then he's going to stretch her little hole slowly, first with just one finger, then a second one and if he is able to get a third finger inside of her, he was going to keep it inside her until she starts to contract so hard around his fingers, that it borders on abuse.

He had a reputation as a good lover… Courtship. Foreplay!

Not the deed. Only heating up the girls and then release them with a well-deserved point of ecstasy. Calming them down with slow strokes to make their afterglow so much more memorable.

But from the first moment, Zia made it clear. Thet night belonged to her. She would control the paste. And he decided to let it be.

There, between the boxes where the school recycles paper, she unzipped her blouse to expose her breasts and then zoomed in on his denim's zipper. In the blink of an eye, she unfastened his belt and then she took his pulsating erection in her hands.

James' fingers were still struggling to get his hand into her denim, but Zia let go of his precious part and undid her zipper and button. She lowered it down to her shoes and pulled it over her little boots.

That was something that no matric guy could resist. A sexy girl child with bare t**s and only boots on. She lay back on the boxes of paper and opened her legs. And there it was in front of him. A beautiful cupcake with neat curly hair that mocked him like chocolate icing sugar. She uncovered a bright red swollen cherry between soft pink velvet lips as she stretched it a little open with her fingers.

"James, tonight I want you to be the one to stretch me open with your own tottie. I want to be a full-fledged woman, who can finally start to enjoy her body to the fullest. But you have to be the one who incorporates me into womanhood."

Of course, that got him crazy with desire. His brains where his blood was supposed to be, landed kaboom in his p***s. He looked at the tiny hole at the bottom of her love-button, knowing that she was probably far too small to handle his pulsating gentleman, but he still took the glossy head in his hands and slowly directed it to where he had to aim.

He bent over and tried his utmost best to squeeze it in. And he almost lost all of his fluid at that moment. But it hurt so much and that he almost stopped trying.

“No man, this is not working. It is like shoving a whole hamburger into my mouth. All at once. Sorry, it just doesn't work. Let me finger you a little, maybe stretch it a bit more open, then we can try another day." He was on the verge to reverse his sensitive member, when she screams.

"f**k James push him in hard." Upon which she draped her legs around his buttocks and forced him inside her.

That hurt the hell out of him. He almost sworn as well. With such force she could tore her little hole wide open and his foreskin clean from his glossy head.

But then everything gave way and he felt himself sliding deep into her. That was the deepest he’d ever been inside a girl before. No control further, he could feel himself losing himself. He contracted like a pistol being pulled over. There was a feeling of being part of an explosion, after which he started to shoot his creamy liquid deep into her tight inside.

His first thought that no pleasing himself ever resulted in such an intense orgasm, as he struggled to pull his shaft out of her thin hole. It was holding him like a sheath.

Then he came to his senses and thought. Oh no, tonight we probably made a baby. He is kept in there like a dog after conceiving a b***h. His father is going to kill him.

But of course, Zia was not pregnant. Just hurt, a little broken and bleeding! He too for a week or more after that. It was his first hole he entered, but up to now, it still was the tightest and tiniest hole he'd ever made love to.

Maybe many other people won't consider one big push inside a woman as making love. But for him, it was special. The biggest sensation he'd ever had! Pain with an orgasm. Even years later when he was dreaming of making a woman his, he still thought of their first time together.

With beautiful, successful Zia, who is now sitting here in front of him.

And forward as always, she has something she wants to ask of him. "James, I want a baby. I am almost thirty-eight years old and my time to conceive is running out. I want you to be the father. No responsibilities. Just father my baby." With that, she opens her jacket, gets rid of the small panties and opens her legs.

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David stops reading first. He takes a long sip of his Creamsoda and decides to pour ice into it. He now has an erection himself, that protests loudly against his Jocks and fly. Which man can remain unmoved with such a story? And he is between relationships. Recently divorced and with no-one to in sight.