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This is a fictitious story of a young man’s first and later visits to a hairdressing salon.

Any sexual activity occurs when all protagonists are aged 18 or over.

This is a slow build up story, so for those who desire more prompt gratification I would recommend Chapter 2 which will be submitted shortly.

Regards Steve

*****

Jeremy an only child, lived in small English market town with his parents. Up until the age of sixteen he accompanied his father to the barbers. The establishment was run by an elderly Greek man called George who reeked of strong cigarettes and had at least four days growth of stubble on his chin.

At sixteen Jeremy entered his school’s Sixth Form and obtained a Saturday job in a local supermarket. This provided him for the first time, a degree of financial independence from his parents which allowed him to seek out somewhere else to have his hair cut. It may have been an inadvertently overheard a comment or just his view that his new classmates had hairstyles which seemed cool and trendy which led him to this. As he looked at his hair in the mirror, no shape, no style not remotely in touching distance of the latest fashion he decided to visit The Salon.

The Salon was a permanent fixture in the town. Opened just after the war by Marco, an ex Italian POW, it was now managed by his grandson Nico.

Jeremy knew he didn’t have to book appointment so one Thursday afternoon after double maths he visited The Salon for the first time.

He was greeted by Nico who rather disdainfully looked him up and down, ‘cut is it sir?’

He nodded, but what immediately struck Jeremy was the absence of tobacco and petrol smells. The smell of petrol courtesy of the car parts which George left at the rear of his shop. The unfamiliar smells of The Salon included perfume, hairspray and talcum powder.

‘Take a seat.’

A few moments later a surly looking girl aged about nineteen with dyed red hair sauntered over to him. Jeremy’s eyes narrowed as he vaguely recognised her from school although she was in her final year when he was in his first year.

‘What can I do for you?’ She asked in between chews of her gum.

Jeremy had conducted research on the type of cut and style he wanted to the extent he had cut out a few pictures of a well known trendy young actor. Whilst he didn’t want to mimic the actors exact cut, something near would suffice.

‘Well,’ he stumbled, ‘something like this…’ as he pulled out a magazine cutting from his pocket, ‘you know so, I’d…don’t look such a geek.’

She smiled to herself as she thought it would require more than a haircut to prevent this. ‘Okay, I’ll see what I can do, but no promises.’

Jeremy did not hold out much hope as she started off spraying water into his hair, not even apologising when a jet went directly into his left eye. As he blinked, he pictured her shaving all his hair off, or cutting it really short with tramlines in all the wrong places.

As she busied herself away he looked ahead in the mirror. Later he felt himself blush as she leant in to make sure her cuts were straight. This was an unexpected bonus, a true virgin, Jeremy had never been as close to a girl and could smell her perfume as her face was only inches away from his. Taking in a deep breath as he hoped he would not get an erection. Even if her cut was as bad as he thought it would be, having a woman cut his hair was so much better than smelly old George.

He was too shy to attempt conversation, but felt rather left out as the other customers in The Salon seemed to all be chatting to their stylists. Apart from his natural shyness, she was so much older and consequently mature so he felt intimidated by her. If he was too shy to say anything to girls his own age at school what hope was there of him saying anything to her?

‘Hmm,’ Donna said to herself a few times as she cut the young mans hair. As she snipped away she wondered who on earth was the culprit who had cut his hair so badly and was rather amused that he had presented her with some clippings and a request to look just like the young actor who she had a secret crush on.

Jeremy tried not to catch her eye but when he did in the mirror a few times felt himself turn scarlet. During the cut he tried to see what she was doing but she worked very quickly in sharp contrast to her surly initial manner.

‘Right that’s you done then,’ as she removed the drape, brushing a few stray hairs away.

Jeremy blinked as he could not believe how different he looked, ‘wow,’ was all he said, ‘that’s amazing I look really…’ he reigned in his potential complementary adjectives, ‘thanks.’

Donna smiled to herself she was not used to such compliments and without that horrible hair-style her customer was indeed quite handsome, something she did not notice when she first saw him.

‘So…,’ she said, ‘student?’

He nodded.

‘£7.00 then.’

Jeremy handed over £10.00 note.

When Donna made to give him his change, ‘no, no keep it, you’ve done a really Anadolu Yakası Escort fantastic job.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Yes.’

She smiled again, not to herself but to her new favourite customer, ‘thank you, I’m not used to such compliments.’

‘You should be, that’s the best haircut I’ve ever had.’

‘That’s very sweet of you, I’ll see you again then?’

‘Yes definitely.’

Donna was left surprised and wished all her customers were like that not just with the generous tip but with the genuine compliments. Moreover she felt a bit bad about her initial manner with him. She had vaguely recognised him, but could not think from where, a friends younger brother maybe? And in hindsight regretted not striking up a conversation.

Around three months later Jeremy returned to The Salon immediately noticing the girl who had cut his hair. Fortunately she was not with a client so she was available to cut his hair again.

‘Hello,’ she greeted him.

‘Hi,’ he replied and then summoning up all his courage, ‘you gave me a fantastic hair cut last time, it was so excellent.’

Donna smiled as his old fashioned almost boy-scout manner of speaking, ‘yes and you gave me a really nice tip, so let’s hope I can do a good as job as last time.’

On his second cut there was conversation which flowed with ease, Donna asking, ‘did you go to Napier School?’

‘Yes.’

‘I thought your face looked familiar, is Mr Kerslake still there?’

‘Yes.’

‘What about that old witch Mrs Kitchener?’

‘Yes,’ and realising he was answering her questions in exactly the same manner added, ‘she’s still there.’

‘She really hated me, always giving me detentions.’

‘Just imagine if she turned up here you could get your own back.’

‘How?’

‘Cut all her hair off!’

Donna laughed as she replied, ‘I couldn’t do that I’d get the sack, although it would be rather tempting.’

Jeremy was surprised at how easy the conversation flowed, he found out her name was Donna she was indeed three years older than him. But he took more of her in, the black blouse she wore he noticed when she leant forward it opened up slightly between the buttons revealing a bit of flesh and also her bra. Another highlight was her gentle touch on his head when she adjusted it, in fact he later deliberately placed his head in the wrong positions for that very reason.

His visits progressed over the next year or so and it was not just his visits as Donna seemed very interested in how he was getting on with his A Levels. Jeremy however was increasingly interested in other things and on that particular visit Donna was wearing a white blouse which tantalisingly sat just above her belt. This afforded Jeremy a view of her midriff and he noticed for the first time she had a little stud in her navel and a tattoo on her left hip most of which was obscured by clothing. As she cut away he couldn’t help looking either via the mirror or stealing little direct glances.

His behaviour didn’t go unnoticed by Donna as she asked, ‘you looking at my tattoo?’

‘Ere sor…’

‘It’s alright, you like tattoo’s then?’

‘I guess so.’

‘I thought you might think they looked a bit tarty.’

‘No.’

‘What about piercings, do you like piercings on girls?’

He nodded.

‘I’ve got my belly button pierced.’

‘I know,’ he blurted out.

‘Been looking have we?’

‘No,’ he protested, ‘I just noticed it earlier.’

‘That’s alright,’ she smiled, ‘I’m only teasing you. Here,’ as she turned her hip towards him and lifted up the hem of her blouse, ‘you can have a proper look if you like.’

‘Ah, very nice,’ was the only reply he could muster.

Donna looked down aware the bottom of her tattoo was obscured by her trousers, ‘it does go down a bit further,’ as she inched down her waistband before proclaiming, ‘see,’ as the whole tattoo was revealed.

Jeremy felt himself go a deep shade of red as not only was her tattoo revealed but the top of her knickers. As he closed his eyes he imagined her standing there I just a pair of knickers. His throat began to become dry and he gripped the armrests of the chair.

Donna smiled to herself, realising her young client did like girls and wondered whether she might tease him a bit more.

Jeremy next visited The Salon just after Christmas in in the middle of his mock exams. Whilst exceptionally bright he still fretted about his marks and consequently was very tense although this lifted as Donna greeted him with a smile.

‘Hi how are you?’

‘Alright,’ he replied, before adding rather uncharacteristically, ‘got anymore tattoo’s to show me?’

‘Cheeky monkey,’ replied Donna somewhat taken aback as she led him to his chair. About five minutes into the cut there was a loud bang from beyond the end of the shop. Donna tutted her displeasure, ‘builders, you’d think he would get them in when the place was closed.’

‘Builders? What are they doing?’

‘We’re having some treatment rooms, sunbeds, massage that sort of thing. Should be open when you next come in, so if you ever want a massage.’

‘A massage!’

‘Yes, you’re looking a bit tense.,

As Jeremy felt her hand on his shoulder he wondered what her touch would feel like on his bare skin. Immediately his heart began to beat faster as blood rushed to his cheeks then his cock which began to swell. It didn’t help that Jeremy could see the outline of Donna’s bra through her blouse. Belatedly he replied with ‘exams.’

‘Well a nice massage should get rid of all your stress and tensions.’

As Jeremy walked home, he digested Donna’s offer, “if you want a massage.” What did that mean? Until then he didn’t know much about massages or that some establishments offered certain “extras.” That was until a day or so later after some internet research. The three hours he spent looking up massage parlours made his head spin and his cock very hard. He even ended up relieving himself at the thought of Donna providing him with “extras.”

In the days and weeks that followed Jeremy could think of nothing but massages. He became aware there were different sorts and different types of establishments which offered them. Rather disappointingly he deduced The Salon was clearly a “legit” establishment which would not provide him with any “extras.”

Jeremy’s next visit was just before he sat his final exams and again he was feeling tense. He was aware the treatment rooms were now open as he had seen adverts in the local paper and also the adverts in the front window of The Salon. But didn’t know how to ask for a massage. He knew from memory the list of prices, £25.00 for 30 minutes, £40.00 for an hour. But a “full body massage,” what exactly did that entail? Would he be completely naked or have to keep his boxers on?

As Donna cut away she asked, ‘how are you?’

Jeremy recalled about what he said last time about his mocks, ‘feeling a bit tense with my exams and stuff.’

Donna stopped cutting and felt his shoulder, ‘yes you are a bit.’

What should he say? If he were less bashful it would be easy, “would a massage cure the tension?” Or, “is your offer still open?”

Donna knew Jeremy was now eighteen, never mentioned a girlfriend and whenever she touched on the subject he would blush. This left her wondering whether he was a virgin. She felt his shoulders again, ‘yes,’ she said, ‘you are feeling tense, we are offering free taster massages for our regular/new customers if you’re interested?’

‘Yes,’ he replied a little too quickly, ‘when?’

Donna looked round The Salon, ‘we’re not too busy at the moment and I’ve not got an appointment for a while, so we can go now if you like.’

‘Yes, okay,’ he replied automatically.

‘Good, we’ll just finish the cut, I’ll then wash it as we don’t want to make a mess of the nice new treatment room.’

After finishing the cut and washing his hair Donna said, ‘right follow me,’ as she led him to the back of the shop along a corridor and opened a door on his right.

He entered a small rectangular room with a massage table on it and a shower in the corner, it smelt of paint and plaster. There was a layer of paper covering the table and at one end a circular hole which he could place his face.

‘If you just take your clothes off, leave your underwear on and drape this towel over you, I’ll be back in a bit.’

Jeremy quickly stripped off and placed his clothes on a chair, not quite believing what he was doing. He then lay face down on the massage table.

After about a minute Jeremy heard the click click of Donna’s heels as she walked down the corridor and opened the door, ‘okay? Comfortable?’

‘Yes.’

‘Right, just relax and we’ll start on your shoulders.’

Jeremy gave a little shiver as he felt the liquid between his shoulder blades.

‘Have you had a massage before?’

‘No.’

‘A massage virgin then?’

Jeremy swallowed hard, if only she knew, before nodding.

‘Don’t worry I’m a bit new to this too, Kayleigh’s the massage expert here.’

Jeremy appreciated Donna trying to make him feel at ease as he tried to picture Kayleigh.

‘Is that okay for you?’ Asked Donna as her hands ventured lower down his back towards the waistband of his boxers.

‘Yes,’ he replied, but in reality her oily hands slowly sliding down his back felt so good and he cursed himself for not expressing himself more fully. Lying on his front he was able to twist his head slightly and this afforded him a few of Donna’s lower half, skirt, black tights, white blouse though he could only see up to the first button.

Donna was pleasantly surprised by Jeremy’s physique, his toned waist which tapered up to shoulders, muscular arms and shapely legs. All this was in sharp contrast to some of the flabby men she had recently massaged.

‘Right that’s your back done, time to start on those legs.’

‘Okay,’ he heard himself mutter. Why couldn’t he think of something better or more interesting to say? But this was lost as he felt Donna’s hands on his calves.

‘You have a lot of tension here.’

‘Sorry,’ he replied, what a stupid thing to say.

But Donna seemed unconcerned as she replied, ‘nothing to be sorry about.’

As Donna massaged away at his calves he thought of something/anything to say to her, why was it some people could strike up conversations about anything to anyone?

The painful silence was punctuated by Donna, ‘time for the backs of those legs.’

‘Okay,’ he piped.

Donna’s hands went higher beyond his knees midway between them and his groin. Her touch was amazing, bringing never experienced before jolts of pleasure to his balls and cock which belantantly began to stiffen in his boxer shorts. One particular stroke brought out a gasp from him.

‘Are you okay?’

‘Yes.’

‘Sorry I won’t go as high again.’

Why oh why did he chose this precise moment to say, ‘I’m not used to being touched there.’

‘Oh,’ he heard Donna say as she realised her earlier assumption was correct. She was a bit surprised though whilst quiet and shy he was good looking, especially his hair which had been cut by hers truly. She thought about some of her friends, a few of them had younger sisters. Perhaps I could do a bit of matchmaking.

Jeremy felt acute pain in his bottom lip as he bit into it for saying such a stupid thing.

‘You can turn over now.’

Those were the words he did not want to hear at that precise moment, for Donna’s touches had given him a raging hard-on which refused to go away. Reluctantly he nodded as he turned over slowly, attempting to bunch the towel up over his torso so it would hide his erection. Again he bit his lip but for a different reason as Donna started on the front of his legs gently massaging oil into his shins, then up on his thighs careful not to go too high.

Then she did along his arms commenting, ‘do you work out at all?’

‘No just press-ups and sit ups and quite a bit of cycling.’

‘You’re quite toned, I wish my tummy was as flat as yours.’

He felt himself nod in agreement, as he tried not to think about Donna’s tummy, stroking it, feeling it letting his inexperienced fingers explore it.

Donna continued to massaged his arms, whilst he could now look directly at her face and body, Jeremy was concerned she could read his lustful thoughts. He therefore looked directly above at the ceiling. However he could not resist a quick peek as she leant forward. For the first time Jeremy was able to see right down her top and her breasts trying to escape from her lacy bra.

He attempted to swallow but his throat was dry, briefly he wondered whether she was aware of the effect she was having on him. Jeremy was desperate to touch her, run his hands along her bottom, up her legs and feel her breasts before pinching her nipples. Jeremy closed his eyes storing up the image of Donna’s cleavage as future wanking material.

During the massage the towel had got smoothed out so it was tight to his boxers and whilst not plainly obvious she must have known she had given him a hard-on. But she chatted away seemingly oblivious, about how Kayleigh had arrived from an exclusive upmarket spa.

Donna did realised her young client had become aroused, but had been told it was perfectly natural and nothing either she or the client should be embarrassed about and just to ignore it. So she did.

All too soon it was over, ‘so there you are, your first full body massage. Did you like it?’

He went red, ‘yes.’

Donna gave him a little smile and he could have sworn she looked at his crotch as she remarked, ‘of course you did.’ Before she pointed her finger at the corner of the room, ‘now you can have a shower if you like and get changed.’

He nodded like an obedient puppy, as Donna nonchalantly said, ‘I’ll see you back outside.’

Under the shower he got hard again thinking what had just happened. He pictured what her hands would feel like on his cock as he rubbed himself, feeling an immediate tingle in his balls. Jeremy closed his eyes, rubbing faster and faster. Rubbing the shower jell into his knob wishing and hoping it was Donna’s hands. ‘Ohhhh,’ he grunted as he shot his load thirty seconds later.

To say he felt self-conscious when he said goodbye to Donna was a huge understatement. Did she realise what her touches had made him do?

It was now September and three weeks before he was to start Durham University. Jeremy did wonder about his previous appointment which had led to many a wank fuelled fantasy. Donna soaping him down in the shower, wanking him off, squeezing his cock between her tits. At the time he had been tempted to book in another massage the following week, but for some reason, even unbeknown to him, he didn’t. Every time he thought about what he was about to do he got excited, really excited, he chose Friday. Why? Because everyone supposed to be more happy and more relaxed on a Friday.

The Tuesday before with trepidation he dialled the number and waited as it rang.

‘Hello, The Salon.’

He recognised Nico’s voice, ‘hi, I’d like to book a cut followed by a massage with Donna … please, for Friday, if that’s okay’

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Nineteen year old Lilianne was an aspiring young artist. Always a studious bookworm, Lilly, as her friends called her, never had much time for boys. She had never dated a man, let alone been intimate with one. Her only exposure to nude men had been in online porn, and sex ed videos. Throughout her school years Lilly had fantisized about attractive young men from her class, only admiring them from afar, and wondering, “If only?” However, all that was about to change. Unbeknownst to her, her passion for art was about to forever alter the course of her love life.

It was the start of Lilly’s second year in art school. This was the semester that Lilly would be taking figure drawing. Lilly made her way to her figure drawing class, anxious over the anticipation of finally seeing the hot nude men, she had always fanticized about. Just the thought of it made her nipples hard, and her genitals moist.

Lilly entered her classroom and by pure luck, managed to snag the last seat in the front of the class. Anxious of what was about to come, Lilly’s legs started twitching violently.

“Are you okay?” the boy next to her inquired.

“Yes, I’m fine,” Lilly replied. “I’m always a bit nervous on the first day of class.”

Suddenly, in came the teacher.

“Good morning class,” the teacher said. “My name is Mrs. Anderson, and I will be your figure drawing instructor.”

Mrs. Anderson proceeded with the usual first day of class routine, of learning names and going over the syllabus. However, Lilly tuned her out for most of the time, as all she could think about was those hot male models who would soon be standing in front of her.

“We will be drawing our first model next Friday,” Mrs. Anderson said.

“Next Friday?” Lilly blurted out.

“Is there a problem?” Mrs. Anderson asked.

“No, no problem,” Lilly replied. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“That’s it for today,” Mrs. Anderson said. “You’re excused.”

Lilly left the class disappointed that she would have to wait one more week to finally see her first penis.

A Maltepe Escort week had past and Lilly was once again on her way to figure drawing, this time more anxious than ever, as she knew this would finally be the day. Lilly arrived even earlier this time, to make sure she would snag a front row seat. As Lilly settles in, Mrs. Anderson walks in.

“Good morning class. This morning I am proud to introduce our first model of the semester. Please welcome, Lydia.”

NOOOOOOOOO!! Lilly couldn’t believe her ears. At this point it seemed like Mrs. Anderson was deliberately screwing with her. All she wanted to do now, was get through the day’s class, and hope that next week would finally be the day.

Week three of her semester had arrived, but at this point, Lilly had low hopes about seeing the nude man of her dreams. She came to class and once again sat in front row, but this time she was calm and relaxed, anticipating that Mrs. Anderson would introduce another female model.

Mrs. Anderson walked into class.

“Good morning class. I am excited to tell you that today we will be drawing our first male model.”

Lilly’s heartrate immediately jumped to three times its normal pace. This was it.

“Class, please welcome to the stage, today’s model, Curtis.”

The curtain lifted, and there he was, Curtis. A 6 ft. 3” hippie with long dark hair, and a full goatie. He approached the podium, directly in front of our young artist, Lilly. He reached for his bathrobe belt, undid the knot and dropped his robe. There he was, just a few feet from Lilly. She couldn’t believe it. After nineteen years, she was finally looking at a naked man for the first time. Curtis was covered in thick dark chest hair, and a line of hair lead from his abdomen down to his thick, uncircumsized penis, which was partially obscured by a patch of dense, dark pubic hair. Lilly felt her nipples get hard, and her moist pussy open up. In her eyes, he was flawless. At this point, she was more focused on getting that penis, then actually drawing Cevizli Escort it.

After nearly two hours, Mrs. Anderson called out, “Okay! It’s time to go class! A special thanks to our model for this week. Next week we will introduce a new model!”

Curtis turned around just long enough for Lilly to catch a glimpse of his firm hairy buttocks. She knew she would never see this man or another like him again. This could be her only chance, but so many thoughts ran through her head. “What if he has a girlfriend? What if he thinks I’m ugly?” But Lilly knew if she didn’t act, she would regret it for the rest of her life. At that point, Lilly decided to take a chance. She waited outside the classroom for Curtis to come out.

“Hey! Curtis, right? I’m Lilly!”

“Oh, nice to meet you Lilly,” Curtis replied.

“Hey listen, this might be too much to ask, but I kind of didn’t finish my drawing, and I really want to keep a straight A in this class. Do you think you could come up to my dorm later, so I can finish drawing you?”

“Sure,” Curtis replied. “You seem like a sweet girl, and I would hate for you not to get that straight A. I can come by this evening around 7:00.”

“7:00 works great! Lilly replied! I’ll see you then.”

Lilly couldn’t believe it, and had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. She jumped in excitement and yelled out a loud, squeaky, “YES!” as confused students looked at her awkwardly.

“Um… sorry.” Lilly said.

7:00, Lilly is relaxing in her dorm, when she hears a knock. She opens the door, and sees Curtis.

“Curtis? You’re actually here! Please, come in! Would you like a cup of coffee or something to eat?”

“No, I’m fine,” Curtis replied. “Let’s finish that drawing.”

Lilly sat in front of her canvas, as Curtis began to undress. Before she knew it, she was once again staring right at his hot naked pose. Lilly once again began to feel aroused, and after just a few minutes she couldn’t help herself and said, “You have a beautiful body!”

Curtis Atalar Escort blushed and said, “Why, thank you, but I don’t think you’re allowed to say that to me.”

Lilly put her brush down, and stood up. She walked right up Curtis and put her hands right on his chest, “We’re not in art class.”

Curtis slowly leaned in and began to kiss Lilly on the mouth. They locked hands and began to French kiss. Lilly slowly released her hands, and began to run them down his back and hairy buttocks.

“I’m sorry, I’ve never done this before,” Lilly said.

“Shhhhh. Just relax,” replied Curtis, as he put his index finger on Lilly’s red lips.

He laid her down on the sofa, and slowly began to unbutton her shirt, revealing her blue bra. He removed her shirt and put it on the ground next to her. They then embraced each other in a Lotus position, and Curis began to unhook her bra. She pressed her perky, erect nippled breasts against his hairy chest. She gently peered down to see Curtis’s 7 inch boner, pointing straight towards her face. The two stood up and Curtus slowly began to kiss Lily’s breasts and belly. He slowly unbottoned and unzipped her jeans and gently pulled them down. He began to kiss her pink underwear, before slowly pulling it down, revealing her thick, brown pubic hair. He slowly put his mouth up against Lilly’s wet pussy, and began to lick as Lilly held his long hair. She could not believe this was happening.

After a couple minutes, he began to work his way back up, kissing her stomach and breasts, eventually working his way up her armpits. He gently began to suck on her long, brown armpit hairs.

After another 2 minutes he gently laid her back down on her coach. He lifted one of her leg’s up in the air, and gently inserted his 7 inch penis inside her hairy pussy. He began to slowly thrust in and out, and Lilly could feel his foreskin sliding back and forth inside her. Lilly began to moan as Curtis slowly sped up, and began to nibble on her toes. Lilly was in a state of shock! She tried to moan again, but no sound was coming out. As he began to thrust faster and faster, Lilly’s leg slipped knocking over her easel. Suddenly, Curtis pulled out. “Why’d you stop?” Lilly inquires. Next thing she knows, her chest and belly are covered with Curtis’s semen. Lilly was a virgin no more.

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“I call ‘bullshit!'” laughed Emma, her emerald eyes sparkling.

“I’m telling you, it’s true!” I countered.

“You — a hypnotist? No way! You wouldn’t even be able to talk a hooker into going down on you.” She flipped a stray auburn curl from her eyes, smirking.

What? I thought. Did my best friend really just turn the conversation to oral sex? I looked down at my shoes, unable to maintain eye contact.

Emma burst into raucous laughter. “Your face is as red as Rudolph’s nose,” she said, “and just as bright!”

“Thanks, Mrs. Santa,” I replied.

“Not married, thank you very much!”

“Okay, Miss Santa…”

“Not a part of the elf family,” she answered.

“Definitely not a heavyset white-haired matron,” I blurted out, unthinking.

Emma smiled. “Why, Jack — I do believe you’re flirting with me.”

“Yeah, right,” I answered, “trying to seduce the impenetrable fortress of stone…”

“So you want to penetrate me?”

I glared at her. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it! I was referring to the fact that in the six years we’ve been friends, since the first day of ninth Pendik Escort grade, you have never, EVER gone out on a date. Half the guys on our team call you ‘Ice Maiden’ behind your back.”

Emma and I were on a co-ed softball team together. “A bunch of wannabe ballplayers think they know me? I’m as passionate as the next girl…”

“The other half think you’re a lesbian.”

“I’m as straight as a softball bat.”

“Well, people couldn’t tell by looking at your social calendar.”

“That’s ’cause I spend too much time with you.” She looked me in the eye, raising a Spockian eyebrow.

We were known as “the Keystone Kids” on the team, with her — easily the better athlete — playing shortstop and me at second base. We were pretty much joined at the hip off the field as well as on.

“So I’m ruining your social life?”

“I didn’t say that. I just mean that you take up large chunks of time on my social calendar — which is why I don’t understand how you could have become a hypnotist without my knowing it.”

“But it’s true…”

“How?” she queried.

“YouTube. Videos by some Kurtköy Escort foreign guy named Eugen Popa.”

“I call bullshit again.”

“Let me demonstrate.”

She nodded.

“We’ll need a quiet, dimly lit place,” I continued.

“How about my bedroom? I can draw the shades. And I have candles.”

I gulped. “Um, sure, Emma.”

“You can sit on the bed,” I instructed as we entered, using a soothing voice to relax her. “Focus on the candle.”

“Mmmhmmm,” she answered, staring at the candle.

“Picture a blue door,” I said softly.

“Mmmhmmm,” she repeated. Her eyes were locked on the candle.

“You are grasping the handle of the door.”

She reached out.

“You are turning the handle.”

She twisted her wrist.

“You are opening the door.”

She drew her hand toward her torso.

“You are now under my command.”

“Mmmhmmm,” she answered.

The key to maintaining hypnosis is confidence. This was the moment of truth.

“You’re a hooker,” I said confidently, thinking back to the beginning of our conversation.

“I’m a hooker,” Ümraniye Escort she answered.

“You’re going to suck my cock.”

“Mmmhmmm.” Her hand went out from her torso, grasping my zipper and pulling it down. I helped her by sliding my jeans and boxers down to my knees.

She grasped my swollen shaft and began fondling it gently. She leaned in, sniffed, and smiled. Then she licked. Then her mouth enveloped me. And bobbed. And bobbed again. I was in heaven. My best friend was blowing me. But it wasn’t enough.

“You’re going to take your clothes off,” I said.

“Mmmhmmm,” she answered. We had her naked in no time. The carpet matched the drapes.

Another rule of hypnosis is that you can’t make someone do something that they’re not actually willing to do. You simply remove inhibitions. I held my breath before my next statement, realizing that it was everything to me.

“You’re going to fuck me.”

I noticed that her nipples seemed engorged. I confirmed her subconscious willingness with a light touch to her slit. My fingers came back coated with her juices. My guilt was assuaged.

She lay back on the bed, her knees splayed apart. I rubbed my shaft along her cleft, then eased my way inside. I was overwhelmed with emotion. “I love you, Emma,” I sighed.

Emma smiled. “Hypnotist, my ass,” she said, then grasped my buttocks, pulling me deeper inside.

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This is the continuation of Jeremy’s awakening. Kim has been on his mind ever since their first encounter. The elements of this chapter will not be fully appreciated or understood if you have not read Chapter 1. Thank You for taking time to read my story. Enjoy!

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Jeremy’s head was spinning at what had just happened. He knew sex was a powerful force but he couldn’t have begun to know how forceful until now. Kim had turned up the heat in his loins beyond anything he could ever have imagined. Yet, he mused, her techniques heightened his ability to “imagine.” The blindfold added immeasurably to the magnifying of his sense of taste, touch, hearing and smell. Because his attentions were more focused to those senses, his memory of that encounter was something he not only could not forget, but determinedly and consciously he did not ever want to forget!

Throughout the next couple of weeks Jeremy had a “hard” time keeping his thoughts on anything but Kim. He found that his cock would sporadically twitch and enlarge many times during the day in the subsequent weeks since their research began. He trusted her implicitly as an experienced lover and researcher. He knew that her insights were much better than his when it came to sexual matters. So, he did as she instructed and limited his masturbations to just once a day. As far as her directing him to recall their first encounter while pleasuring himself, that was a given. He could think of nothing else! He could only “imagine” what their next meeting would be like. That part of his mind was a raging wreck; like an out of control tornado that was twisting and hurling lecherous thoughts into every corner of his brain.

Kim on the other hand was busily crafting the details of her next research session with Jeremy. Her focus was designed to slowly and methodically bring him to her level of sexuality and from there they would mutually progress as a team. The delayed interval of two weeks or so was designed to reinforce Jeremy’s memory engrams of their first encounter and to stimulate his desire for more experiences. It also served Kim well, because there were several preparations needed to be done by her that required that time for her to accomplish them.

When Kim was satisfied that everything was in place to conduct their second session, she sent the following email to Jeremy:

Jeremy,

I appreciate your patience. Please understand that our time apart has been difficult for me as well. I want you to know that the research I am doing is not only for the science. I too enjoy thoughts and desires of lovemaking with you. I hope you can trust me and allow me to have the honor of awakening your sexuality. I am aware that you have had no actual sexual encounters until ours. That makes it all the more special. I hope you enjoyed our first research project. I know I did!

I believe you are now ready for phase 2.

Again, I see that this Friday night will work for us. Let’s plan on 6pm as we did before.

There are several things I will need you to do in preparation:

Firstly, I perceived by the way you stared at me that you appreciated seeing me naked. Your attentions seem to be particularly focused on my shaved pussy.

Thank you. I take that as a distinct complement. However, you were entirely clothed other than your cock and balls protruding from your flannel pajamas. It’s my turn now to see more of you. But to be fair, I enjoy seeing a man hairless in that area just as much as you did my pussy. Consequently, one of your preparations will be to shave yourself completely and totally from your navel down to your knees. Take your time, and do not rush. These are sensitive areas! You would do well to obtain a ladies shaver and some moisturizing nonalcohol based lotion. Lady shavers are much gentler and less prone to nicks or cuts when shaving your private parts. The lotion will soothe the shaved areas. It’s obvious why it needs to be nonalcoholic. Lol.

Secondly, like the first time, you need to bathe and be ready for me at our designated meeting time. We will continue our research at your apartment. This time, leave your front door unlocked. I will let myself in. You will be waiting for me totally undressed and lying face up on your bed.

You had one orgasm on our first meeting. In keeping with this being our second encounter, I will allow you to have two orgasms. You see there is a logical planned progression to your experiences. All of the previous conditions remain in effect. No speaking unless asked a direct question by me and you must do everything you are commanded to do.

See you Friday!

Love, Kim

“Wow!” Jeremy thought. “What has she got up her sleeve this time?”

The shaving thing seemed kind of kinky to Jeremy. But, because he trusted her, he planned on complying with every detail. Friday was only three days away, so he needed to get moving!

When he got home from school the next day, Jeremy took the entire evening soaking in his bathtub. It was a long process and a little awkward to say the least, but he did finally Bostancı Escort make bare all for her.

To be totally hairless felt strange and yet very erotic! He found his sense of touch on every hairless square inch to be multiplied beyond anything he had ever felt before.

“Hell,” he thought “she sure knows what it takes to make things super sensual!”

His excitement and anticipation were also extremely peaked from this new hairless sensation. Tomorrow was Friday. He still had permission to masturbate this one last time. The body lotion he bought felt exquisite on his bare skin. He laid down on his bed and massaged the lotion all around his balls and cock. He could not believe how erotic being shaved could feel. He also knew by experience with Kim that masturbation was nowhere close to the ecstasy of her touch. If masturbation felt this great to his smooth skin, then he knew tomorrow would be unbelievable! It didn’t take Jeremy long in his state of mind to climax. His cock spewed hot cum all over his chest. When he recovered his senses, he wiped himself off and decided he needed to get some sleep.

He knew tomorrow was going to be another memorable chapter in the book of his burgeoning sexual experiences. He was restless all that night and had erratic dreams of pure sex. He woke up several times with a raging hard on. He wished he could ease some of his sexual tension, but he wanted to keep his promise to Kim. So, no more jerking off, no matter how much his body craved it.

He had a “hard” time concealing his excitement all the next day. He sat at his desk in the chemistry lab where he knew his lap was not visible. He had a difficult time concentrating. His head was in a sexual stupor. “Damn!” his mind shrieked at the anticipation of this night.

The day seemed to drag on and on. He kept looking at the clock while feeling an intense craving in his cock.

It was finally time to go home. Jeremy’s balls were aching for release. He immediately disrobed and took a tepid shower. He couldn’t stand cold showers so he took one as cool as his mind and body would allow. He was trying to put out the raging fire in his crotch. It was close to six, so he finished up all his bathroom duties, went into his bedroom and laid down face up as instructed. He wanted tonight to happen so much. It was a relief when he heard his front door open.

“Hey Love,” Kim announced it was her.

“Hi Beautiful!” Jeremy replied.

Kim walked in to his bedroom wearing a very tight sexy red dress with the hem cut midway from above the knees to her waist, red stilettos, and black mesh stockings. Her hair was nicely curled with a pretty red ribbon holding it back from her face. Her makeup was done in a way to accentuate her young looks. She had ruby red lipstick on that made her mouth look very sensual and desirable. She was definitely playing the hot young teen look tonight. If she were going to a prom, a lot of young men would unquestionably be suffering from whiplash as their heads snapped from every direction just to get her in their sights.

“Holy Shit!” Jeremy said.

“Okay handsome, remember our rules still apply. No talking from your lips unless I ask you a question!” Kim barked to reestablish her dominance. “I can say anything, you cannot. Clear?”

“Crystal!” Jeremy loved that classic movie response. He was quite the movie buff. He smiled back at her.

“Alright then!” Kim liked his humor. “I’m gonna talk, and you will listen.”

“First let me say ‘thank you’ for complying with the preparations on your part.” It was Kim’s turn to stare at his nakedness. “You look absolutely delicious!” She was getting wet just staring at his smooth body. His cock was already semi-erect in reaction to seeing Kim dressed so seductively.

“Tonight we begin our second research project.” She continued. “You will be allowed to cum twice, but not until I permit it.” Kim was really hot to inaugurate him into a new realm of sexual bliss. Internally, she was very enthusiastic about what she had planned, but outwardly she knew she had to keep her composure for everything to work out and have the desired end result.

She had with her another bag of stuff; this time there was no stick that protruded from it.

Jeremy saw this and was immediately on a high alert for letting the games begin! His cock was now completely erect.

“Put your hands above your head!” She commanded.

Jeremy complied. She got the handcuffs out and fitted them securely but comfortly around his wrists. She then pulled the rope out and secured the center linkage of the cuffs to the posts at the top of his bed. His hands were now out of play. She then pulled a short stick about two feet long from the bag and secured his ankles to each end; splaying him open just enough to easily get at his cock and balls, yet not too far apart to be awkward if she were to mount him.

“Okay, I believe you are now ready for our second session.” Kim was so turned on to the fact that this naked sexy man was so willingly and readily going Anadolu Yakası Escort to allow her to have her way with him.

Kim walked over to the side of the bed near his head so he could have a perfect view of her. She slowly hiked up her dress. Jeremy was salivating at the thought of seeing her nakedness again. Then, there it was! Her beautiful little shaved pussy in all its glory. She obviously was not wearing any panties tonight.

“MMmmmm” he moaned as he lusted to do anything and everything to that gorgeous little cunt.

Kim then took both hands and spread her twat so that he could see the wet little pink hole that was the entrance to her love canal.

“Aahhhhhhhh!” Jeremy sighed, as he wanted so bad to “fuck the shit” out of that sexy petite pussy.

Kim then began to touch herself; running her finger up and down her slit. Her cunt was dripping juices down her leg. She then wedged two fingers inside and let out a loud moan. “MMmmmmm, do you want some of this Jeremy?”

Jeremy was so mesmerized by what he was seeing he totally forgot that this was a direct question.

“What’s the matter love, cat got your tongue?” She purred. “Or I should say ‘pussy-cat’ got your tongue?”

“What? Oh, hell yes I want some of that!” Jeremy exclaimed as he came back to his senses.

“Good.” Kim said in her sexiest voice. “Because tonight you will get some of it!”

Jeremy’s flagpole was at full stature.

Kim stopped fingering herself and let her dress fall down. She walked over to her bag and grabbed something out of it that looked like a stick. “I remembered this time.” She said coyly as she walked over to Jeremy. He could now see it wasn’t a stick, but rather a ruler. Kim bent over and grabbed his cock, placing one end of the ruler against his pubic bone and the other end along the shaft of his cock towards the crown. “Hmmmm,” she pondered. “Ten inches!” “That should keep all the girls happy!” While she grasped his cock and the ruler against it in one hand, Kim had her cell phone camera ready and snapped several pictures with her other hand. For the research, of course!

“Ok, got that done.” Kim was happy to add those pics to her collection. Jeremy was not aware, but when he was blindfolded during their first session, Kim had snapped several pictures of his fully erect cock and balls as they protruded through his pajamas. She had her reasons for taking those photos, and they weren’t all just for her own personal library.

Kim walked back over to the side of the bed near Jeremy’s head. This time she began to seductively move her body while kicking off her stilettos, detaching the black mesh stockings from her garter and slowly rolling them down and taking them off.

Jeremy’s brain was in the hyper “I want to fuck you!” mode as he watched Kim tease him with her seductive moves.

Kim’s finale came when she unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She was again totally naked and Jeremy’s eyes were almost about to pop out of his skull!

Kim walked over to her bag with her back towards Jeremy. She grabbed something, made a few moves with her arms in front of her, and then came back to the side of the bed.

She put her finger on her clit and just held it there. “So, you said you want some of this.”

“Ahhhh Haaaa!” Jeremy sighed.

With that, Kim climbed up on the bed in a standing position with her legs directly next to Jeremy’s shoulders so that he was staring straight up at her pussy lips. She fingered her clit, closed her eyes and softly moaned “MMmmmmm.”

Jeremy’s cock went into overdrive! His brain was no longer in control of his actions. It was the head atop his aching cock that now took over all reasoning. He was beyond the point of any rational decisions. His cock knew what it wanted and would not relinquish control until it was completely satisfied.

Kim gradually lowered herself to a crouching position and placed her sweet little pussy within inches of Jeremy’s mouth and nose. There was a familiar smell, “Strawberries!” “Oh, hell yes!” He screamed out in thought. While Kim was in this position, she reached up and began to squeeze and massage her cute little titties. Jeremy remembered all too well how lusciously they felt in his mouth and tasted from her ample application of that sweet strawberry gel. Jeremy knew that from this time forward, the mere sight, smell, and taste of strawberries would forever bring these memories alive. He sensed that strawberries would soon become his most favorite fruit! His mouth was watering with desire to taste her Strawberry Delight.

Kim could see that he was going cross eyed and almost foaming at the mouth in his plea for her creamy little pussy lips. She lowered herself the few inches needed so that she came in contact with his mouth.

Jeremy’s mouth was in pussy heaven! He kissed, licked, sucked and probed everything within reach of his tongue and lips. The sweet taste of strawberries was everywhere. So much so, that Jeremy was oblivious to exactly where his tongue went. Pendik Escort But Kim was feeling everything, even the occasional licking and probing of her Rosebud! She had caught a Tiger, but he had her by the tail!

Kim was loudly cooing and painting his face with her love juices as Jeremy devoured her unmercifully. She was very close to cumming. She had reasoned in this encounter that it was only fair that she have a climax as a result of his oral ministrations.

“Ohhhhhh, Aahhhhh!” She screamed as the first wave of her climax hit. Jeremy’s mouth was now being flooded with strawberry flavored cunt juice. Kim shook and her body convulsed with one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever experienced.

After she came down from the frenzy, she stepped off the bed and gazed at the mess that was all over Jeremy’s face. She gave him a seductive smile of satisfaction and made a mental note to herself “he’s a natural in that department!”

Just then, Kim’s phone began to vibrate. Her pussy was still in the afterglow mode, so she was in no rush to get to her phone. Rather, she sexily sauntered over to where it lay on his dresser. She picked it up and looked at it for a moment. Then, she took a minute or two to type something in on the keyboard.

Kim turned around and said: “All right, you’ve now gotten your wish to see my pussy up close and personal. Thank you for your devotions to it!” Kim then went over to her bag and got out the trusty blindfold. She walked over and placed it on Jeremy so that he again could not see what would be next.

“It’s time for you to rely on your other senses. As a matter of fact, I will be removing another one of them tonight.” With that, Kim walked back over to the bag and retrieved a set of headphones and an MP3 player. “I have some earbuds and music for you to listen to for the duration of this evening.” Kim had purposely selected very seductive and sexy music. The kind you would hear while watching an exotic dancer make love to her pole. Kim was sure the erotic tunes would put his frenzied mind into extreme overdrive!

“I will tell you upfront that you will be stimulated to your two climaxes through first, oral action. And then second, as I fuck that big pole of yours with my now well lubricated little pussy.” Kim further explained, “I will be doing my best to give you a wide variety of ministrations for both of those events. You must try and pace yourself so that you will be able to fully enjoy all of the experiences I have yet planned for you.” Kim further added, “I will leave you here for a little bit while I step out to freshen up.”

With that said, Kim placed the earbuds on Jeremy and turned on the music. She had several hours of the music on a loop that repeated if time passage made it necessary. The music was obtained from a few of her girlfriends that were supporting their way through their undergraduate years in college similar to how Kim did. They were all exotic dancers.

Kim left the room and went out into Jeremy’s living room.

To Jeremy it seemed like she had abandoned him because she was gone for so long. In reality, it had only been about 15 minutes before she came back to him.

The first thing that gave Jeremy a clue she was back in the room was the sensation of her hand grabbing the base of his cock while she gently licked and sucked on the head. He was having déjà vu from their first encounter. His balls were restless and anxious to give her every last drop of his seed.

No sooner had she started this oral action, then it stopped!

“What the Fuck!” he thought, “Not this again!”

Then he felt and tasted her strawberry breast as it was pressed to his mouth. This was all so familiar. He said to himself: “okay, I can do this!”

After sucking and munching on her nipple for about a minute, she pulled away. Then he felt her hand again around his cock and she began to lick and suck it some more. She was doing it kind of different this time. He did know exactly what was different. It didn’t really matter, it still felt fantastic!

Again, her oral action ceased, and her little titties showed up on his lips. She was such a tease! The way this was progressing, he knew it would take quite a while before he would get the release his cock was craving.

After about the third or fourth rotation of this little game between her sucking his cock and pressing her tits to his mouth, Jeremy noticed that the duration of the oral action began to be longer and more intense. This was good! And it gave Jeremy hope and excitement that it wasn’t going to take all night for him to finally have his first of the two promised orgasms. It was amazing to him how she changed the way she sucked and licked his cock after each rotation. He suspected this was her way to keep things interesting and varied. She was indeed very, very talented. He counted his “lucky balls” for the day they had met.

Her cock worshiping began to have its affect. At first she was only teasingly licking and sucking for what seemed to be just a few seconds. Now his cock was being ravaged for a minute or more. All he knew was that it was crescendoing to a point where he sensed he was close to slamming a load of cum down her throat. One or two more rotations were all he felt he could take before he would be screaming and creaming his way into oblivion.

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The nurse closed the door behind her as she left, having instructed me to change into the paper “hospital” gown folded neatly on the paper lined and elevated bed that was the examination table. As was the case with any medical facility, it seemed, the doctor’s office was cool and a slight breeze from the ceiling vent ruffled the pamphlets clipped to a board hanging on the wall; a trickle of goose bumps rose on my skin. This was my first appointment with the “new” doctor as, at eighteen, I had passed the age where my pediatrician – a white haired elderly man who had cared for me since infancy – was able to include me in his patient caseload.

My aunt had recommended Dr. D. to me as he went to her church and came with high accolades from many of her choir buddies. Like my aunt, the choir buddies were verging on early middle age with little to no prospects for “catching” a man at this “past the best buy date” stage of their lives and, like me, my aunt was no pin up girl with her bright auburn hair and sprinkling of freckles across her nose. Truth be told, neither of us were actually plain looking and we each had the curves of a womanly body but, quite frankly, neither of us were enamored with the virtual domestic servitude implied by the marriage contract of our church denomination and were rather spirited in our defense of our own burgeoning rights as influenced by the secular women’s movement of the early 1960’s. Perhaps, like my aunt and me, the choir buddies were not so much the rejects the status of spinsterhood implied, but more resisters in the passive manner not necessarily condoned by our church, but not condemned by it either. And perhaps the freedom, sexual and otherwise, that was sweeping across Western culture in the 1960’s crept its own subtle way into the mindset of each of us despite our religious convictions. Whatever the case was, it wasn’t until many months after the incident that the true nature of their accolades for Dr. D. came to light.

I was nervous, to a certain extent, as meeting someone new, in any circumstances, created a social anxiety in me and, of course, the “intimacy” of my first adult all over physical exam exacerbated my nervousness. Nevertheless, I methodically began to remove my clothing as I had been instructed: my mind was suspended in a sort of daze as if the rote thinking would calm me. First, I slipped off my new high heeled summer shoes and placed them side by side, just slightly under the office style arm chair that was positioned at a right angle to the doctor’s wheeled stool. Then I sat in that chair, pulled the full skirt of my dress up to my thighs, unclipped my garters and carefully rolled my nude colored stockings, one at a time, down the full length of my leg. These, I tucked neatly into the toe of each shoe.

I stood again, and reached around back and unzipped my dress. The tight bodice fell away from my body as the cap sleeves slid off my shoulders and part way down my arms. I shrugged myself the rest of the way out of the dress and the bright blue soft cotton fabric floated out on the floor as I stepped my way free of it. There was a hanger on the door hook; I carefully placed my dress there, zipping it up once again so the wide round neckline would sit without slipping off.

Next, I reached up under my slip and undid the hooks and eyes at the back of my bra, slid the straps off my arms and then pulled it off my breasts. They bounced slightly with the slight snap of removing the bra and the silky lace on the bodice of my translucent white slip tickled my nipples which were already erect with apprehension and the taunting of the cool ventilation breeze. That bodily response added to the nervousness of being naked in front of a stranger and my nerves tingled as I did the same with the garter belt and then folded both undergarments neatly on the chair. Now I was standing in just my slip and panties and I felt a little foolish at my reluctant stripping. I was the only one in the room, the only one who could see my undressing, and yet somehow the route of removing my slip last seemed the most comfortable.

I understood I was being modest to the extreme, nevertheless, I ruched my slip up to my hips and reached a finger, one on each side, into the elastic waistband of my sensible panties and then rolled them down to my knees, crooking my right leg to bring one side down to my ankle, and then stepping out of them as well. Like the garter belt and bra, I folded the panties neatly and placed them on the seat of the chair. Then I hesitated a moment and took a quick glance around the room. Stainless steel medical instruments were laid out on the counter by the sink and one was a contraption Kurtköy Escort the likes of which I’d never seen before. This instrument, in particular, looked vaguely uncomfortable and although the ends of the duck-bill like shape were gently rounded, the handle seemed to have some sort of screw-like device which sent a small frisson of unease through me.

I shook myself into activity with the faint sound of voices in the hallway. The doctor would come in before I was ready if I didn’t speed things up and so, crossing my arms one over the other, I reached down to the lace trim of my slip and pulled the fabric up and over my head. Now I was standing in that cool medical examination room completely naked, my nipples erect and gooseflesh raising the hair on my arms and pubic area. I grabbed the paper gown that was on the examination table, shook it out, slid my arms into the awkwardly large holes that served as sleeves, and reached around the back to tie the one thin string provided as a sort of belt. The gaping back of the gown and the thinness of the material did little to ameliorate the coolness of the air, although I did feel slightly less self-conscious with the awkwardly billowing “hospital green” covering.

Following the nurse’s earlier instructions, I boosted myself into a sitting position on the elevated bench. The gown, of course, gaped open with my movement and the paper lining on the examination table crinkled as I shifted my bare bottom in a futile attempt to close the gap in the back.

It wasn’t long before there was a brisk knock at the door, and the white-coated doctor stepped into the room, clipboard in hand. “Hello, I’m Dr. D., ” he smiled warmly, his middle-aged face creased with crow’s feet that did not detract from his daytime soap opera like charm. We exchanged brief pleasantries and he outlined to me the nuances of an overall physical exam with a g.p. versus a pediatrician, which included, now that I was an adult, a gynecological aspect. He attempted to assure me that he would do everything possible to make sure I felt no discomfort, physical or otherwise although the very fact he sought to assure me seemed to elevate my anxiety even more.

He may have sensed my increasing tension, for he placed a warm hand on each of my shoulders and squeezed reassuringly and then, with his right hand, tilted my head up by the chin so we met eye to eye. “I will,” his eyes were a twinkling brown, “do everything,” and his gaze seemed to draw me in, “to make sure,” and hold me like a warm embrace, “you are as comfortable as possible during this exam, young lady,” and he finished with a smile, his eyes holding mine until at last I nodded, assuring him that I understood and was placing myself in his care.

“Now,” he slowly slid his hands down my arms, taking the green paper gown with them, “first we begin with your upper body.” He gently removed the paper robe off my hands and then tucked it snuggly against my legs so that I was sitting there level with his hips, naked from the waist up, my erect nipples seemingly a beacon he could not take his eyes off.

“MMM, beautiful,” he continued, “you understand I must touch you to examine for lumps or deformities,” he did not stop for an affirmation from me that I understood or consented, but placed his strong hands such that each of my breasts were cupped by him and began the slightest trace of his thumbs across my nipples. Embarrassed, I could feel them hardening all the more and with a quick glance down, noticed they had darkened and were protruding further than I thought normal. He began to squeeze my nipples between his thumb and index finger, rolling them slightly as he did so and a slight tremor of pleasure shook my body.

“MMM,” he murmured again but this time there was a slight groan behind his tone. “So beautiful,” he assured me and began to slide his hands back and forth under my breasts, lifting them ever so slightly on the back stroke, as it were. “How does that feel?” his eyes were still glued to my breasts as he “examined” them, so he could not see the expression on my face that must have reflected the confusion I felt at both the fear and excitement coursing through my body. “Now I’ll start to press a little harder: I’m looking for any deformities or odd lumps that shouldn’t be there,” he informed me as his hands began to knead me so that the flesh of my ample breasts squeezed out between his fingers. His stroke was somewhere in between a caress and a strong grip and I again felt a frisson of mixed fear and pleasure course down my body.

With his left hand still kneading and manipulating one breast, he reached down and swept Pendik Escort upward the paper gown that had been covering the lower half of my body so that I was now sitting almost completely naked on the examining table before him. “MMM, we want to make sure this entire procedure is as comfortable for you as possible,” his tone was still reassuring but his gaze had now left my breasts and was fixed firmly on the curling auburn hair between my pale legs. “Part your legs for me, please,” and his hand pressed on the inside of my left knee as if to prod me into complying with his instruction. I parted my legs a little but his mild reprimand was “No, no, wider please, I must examine all of you.”

So, reluctantly, and with some embarrassment as my religious upbringing had taught me that my genitalia was shameful and should be hidden, I spread my legs wider and then with the tap of his hand once again indicating it wasn’t quite enough, as wide as I could possibly get them without toppling over backward on the table. I was somewhat surprised, when I took a quick glance down, to see that with the spreading of my legs, my labia had parted and the small dark red bump that was my clitoris was visibly glistening with my natural lubricant and swollen into its tiny erection even more than normal. Now, religious upbringing or not and virginity still intact though it was, I had long since discovered the pleasure that little button could bring whether through solo manipulation or by the hands of another but I could not remember a time when it was as engorged and aroused as it was now.

While still stroking and caressing one breast, Dr. D placed the thumb of his right hand on my swollen clitoris and slowly began to rotate it in a clockwise motion. I gasped a little as a current of excitement arced like a sun spot flaring out across my body. He nodded and a sly grin stole across his face. “Yes, yes, your reflexes . . . we must test them further, but all seems to be in order so far.”

“Please lie back,” he instructed, “and place your feet in these stirrups.” He indicated the stainless steel footrests with a sweep of his hand.

I complied so that I was lying bare-breasted and legs spread wide with the paper examination gown ruched around the top of my hips and belly button. Dr. D. turned his back to me and I heard the clink of various instruments as he prepared for whatever the next part of the medical exam was. I continued to feel a strange mix of emotions: fear at the peculiar situation, anxiety at my conflicting social and religious values, and a slow burn of eroticism with the exposure and manipulation of my body by his hands.

Turning to face me once again, Dr. D rearranged the paper gown so that it formed a sort of tent over my knees obstructing my lower half from my view. “This part can be tricky,” he informed me, “especially with a virgin,” and he looked me in the eye, his tone of voice confirming he was asking a question. I nodded, yes, I was a virgin, and his eyes glinted somewhat as if my response was no surprise. “Well, I will continue to help you relax so we can fit the instrument in with a minimal amount of discomfort,” Dr. D’s tone of voice was of the comforting caregiver but I am sure that I picked up a hint of the sexual excitement that must have been flowing through him. He snapped on a pair of latex examination gloves and squeezed some lubricant onto the middle finger of his right hand. As before, he slowly started to caress back and forth between my clitoris and vaginal opening. I could not help myself: I let out a gasp that clearly revealed my own pleasure-filled response. Again, an expression of lust flitted across his face and I could swear he emitted a low groan. Back and forth, back and forth his lubricated and gloved finger stroked until I could feel my own juices leaking out of my vagina, down my bottom, and onto the paper covering the examination table.

“Yes, yes,” Dr. D commented, “I think this will do,” and he placed the rounded tip of the duck-billed instrument – a speculum, I later realized – against my vaginal opening, and pressed slightly as he tried to insert it.

“No,” I cried out in pain, “No, stop! It hurts!” and I clutched at the table in some degree of agony and clenched my legs together.

“There, there,” Dr. D. murmured, “perhaps you are not quite ready. My apologies. I will try to ‘prep’ you further, but, I must insist that we do a complete and thorough examination.”

He went back to stroking my clitoris until I once again relaxed my legs and then, ever so gently, he began to insert his finger into my vagina on the downstroke. I whimpered, but this time more Mutlukent Escort with pleasure than pain and he increased the pace of his rubbing and the force of his insertion. I could hear the sloppy wet sound of my juices and the lubrication squelching each time he forced his finger inside me. “That’s a good girl,” he encouraged me, “just relax into it. The more you relax, the less it will hurt.” His left hand, which had been resting on my leg, slid down so that it was cupping my bottom, and, dipping his fingers into the juices flowing out of me, he began to gently circle around and around my anus. I could feel my body responding pleasurably to his fingering insertion of my vagina and the circular rubbing of my anus and it wasn’t long before he penetrated my ass with his left hand as I pulsed open with desire. This time there was no mistake, both of us were softly groaning with the physical pleasure of his touch.

“Now,” he commented after we both had enjoyed several minutes of his stroking and finger penetration, “shall we try again?” I nodded but with some trepidation. His warm flexible finger was one thing, but the cold steel of the speculum was another. He positioned it against the opening to my vagina and gave a firm but gentle nudge. It was no use; the pain was too great and I cried out, “No!”

“Shush,” he once again comforted me and withdrew the cold steel implement from between my legs. “It’s ok, dear,” his tone continued to reassure me, “I have something else I will use that I think you will find much more comfortable for your first time,” and I could hear the metal clink as he returned the speculum to its place in the row of instruments on the countertop. At the time I wasn’t sure what he was doing as he stood with his back to me for a minute before returning to stand close to my paper gown covered legs, but now I know that he was unzipping his pants and pulling out his hard, hard cock.

Of course it still hurt as he took my virginity but a cock is much more forgiving than a surgical steel instrument and the warmth of his flesh filling my tight canal and then exploding with a juggernaut of hot cum left me tingling and wanting more. He complied with my unspoken desire and remained hard inside me while stroking my swollen clitoris through to my orgasm that pulsed tightly over and over, convulsing around an engorged, thrusting, and repeatedly cumming, cock.

“Ah, much better,” he affirmed as he withdrew from my no longer virginal canal. “You will find, I think, next time you come in, that we are able to proceed to the thorough examination much more easily. And it is important to keep up with your physical exams, dear, please make a repeat appointment with my receptionist as you leave.” With that Dr. D. appeared once more the consummate and remote professional, having tucked himself back in, zipped up his pants, thoroughly washed and sanitized his hands, and straightened his white coat and tie as he stepped toward and then out the examination room door.

The story came out, much much later in my life, repeated by one of the less liberal choir buddies that Dr. D.’s license to practice medicine had first been suspended, and then removed entirely as, apparently, while the majority of the church women enjoyed his skilled “examination” of their “lady parts”, someone had lodged a complaint with the chief medical regulations board and Dr. D’s gig was up. Rumors about who and why floated around: some said he had gotten one or more of his “virgin” patients pregnant although he had used a spermicidal lubricant in his preparations of the oh so tight vaginas; another suggested at least one of his patients wasn’t so pure and holy as she made out and Dr. D himself had contracted a venereal disease from her which he inadvertantly spread to some of the others; others began to whisper that the “good” doctor wasn’t adverse to a similar treatment of patients experiencing their first prostate exams and that therein lay the complainant.

As for me, while some of you might object to my lack of indignation, my refusal to get up in arms over his “unprofessional” actions, my downright enjoyment of the non-consensual sexual pleasure that came from his fingers and the fucking, but I will tell you that it is and was my body. This was the 60’s after all, and there awoke in me an appetite my conservative religious upbringing failed to repress. An enjoyment of, a desire for, and an upfront pursuit of hedonistic sexual pleasure became my mantra, along with the hundreds, if not thousands of other hippy “flower children” who have grown up, like me, into the late middle aged / early senior adults of the 21st century. Whether Dr. D’s unprofessional actions planted the seed in me or just caused me to blossom into the sexual being that I am, I’m not really sure, nor do I, quite frankly, care. I have always enjoyed, and will continue to enjoy, until my dying day, the so-called sinful “pleasures of the flesh”.

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It was just another night hanging out for Jenny and Mike. They had known each other forever, and it had never been a big deal for her to go across the street to his house and hang out. Both of their parents trusted them together implicitly; they had been friends since before elementary school, nothing was going to happen.

They were in the den. It was half a floor up from the living room and off to the side. It wasn’t private, but it was where Mike typically had his computer set up to stream movies online, in front of an old sagging couch.

The two teens were both single, for reasons neither of them could put a finger on. She was mostly slim, though she’d put on her freshman fifteen a year early. Her breasts hadn’t yet filled in, and her face was still a war between acne and freckles. Mike had gone out for sports a couple times, but he was always the heavy-set one on the team. Maybe he would’ve been on the football team if their school had one.

Puberty really hadn’t changed their friendship all that much. For a while they tried to set each other up, but things kept trailing off after a couple dates. Eventually they both just ran out of options at the local high school. Now 18, Jenny and Mike were both biding their time to go off to universities out of state and meet whole new groups of people. But until then, it was just another quiet night in the air conditioned den.

They had just finished watching the latest romantic comedy. Jenny turned to Mike and asked, “What do you want to do now?”

And then Mike leaned in kiss her. The idea hadn’t really occurred to him until that moment.

Jenny saw Mike’s face moving toward hers, his eyes half-closed, his lips yearning for hers. Startled, she pulled her face away from his. “Mike, what are you doing?” she asked.

He stammered for a moment. He instantly regretted the idea. Jenny saw the disappointment on his face, and her mind caught up to what was happening. Mike had really been trying to kiss her. And she knew him well enough to know he didn’t settle for someone he wasn’t enthused about.

Changing her mind, she asked, “Were you trying to do this?” And then she leaned over and kissed him, even more forwardly. His sharp intake of breath, his lips pressing into hers, was all the answer she needed.

Time seemed to slow as they started making out, finding how their arms fit around each other now that their embraces carried a new meaning. Fortunately Mike’s parents were going to be out until midnight.

Jenny pulled away again. “Hang on, this is huge,” she said. “How long have you liked me?”

“I mean, I’ve never not liked you,” Mike tried to evade.

“I did not turn you on when we were five. How long have you LIKED me?” she asked.

Mike desperately tried to think. It had been a long time coming, and yet he hadn’t known it would lead to this. Maybe it had started with the sexual dream he had about her, a year and a half before. The dream itself didn’t mean anything; Mike had sexual dreams about pretty much any woman in his life, young or old. And after he dreamt about Jenny, he woke up feeling grossed out about it. Even so, his unpleasant memory of the dream had stuck with him. And then there had been the latest time he saw her in her swimsuit, when they were at the waterpark during spring break, and that was the first time he really noticed the shape of her. And of course at some point he had jacked off thinking about her, but that hardly meant anything either. He had jacked off thinking about all sorts of women he’d never be with, in all sorts of situations he’d never be in. He had even tried gay porn once, though it didn’t do much for him.

“I don’t know,” he concluded. “Well, what about you?”

The truth was that Jenny had never really considered Mike as a potential match before, up until that attempted kiss. It was hard for her to even imagine this reconfiguration of their friendship, let alone what she might have done if it had happened sooner. But she knew it’d be cruel to say “seven minutes ago”.

“I don’t know either,” she said with a smile. He leaned into her again, and she pulled him close as their lips met again. Eventually his lips left hers and trailed across her cheek, her ear, her neck. It made her shiver, it tickled deliciously, and she was really starting to feel warm.

“Can’t believe this is happening,” she said, sighing.

“I didn’t expect this either,” he said.

While he was busy talking, Jenny took the initiative and started kissing his collarbone, running her hands under his shirt. He giggled appreciatively, as his hands caressed her back, and then around to the front. Their lips joined again as he felt out the contours of her breasts. She was self-conscious of them, but it put her at ease that Mike was so obviously in awe of them.

It didn’t take long until they were both lifting their shirts over their heads.

“So what does this make us?” Jenny asked, lucid for the moment.

“Anything you want,” Mike said, kissing her. They fell back Anadolu Yakası Escort into each other’s embrace, and soon her bra was unclasped and out of the way. The chill of the air conditioning made them huddle closer together on the couch even though they both felt feverishly hot. It felt nice when Mike placed a large warm hand on Jenny’s thigh, and she didn’t mind at all when it crept higher. She hardly had a care in the world when he lowered his mouth gently to her nipple.

They both knew a line was being crossed when his hand slipped under the folded hem of her shorts. But once they had started down this path, there was little to stop for. They knew each other so well already that it made sense that they could skip right past the getting acquainted stages, the awkward dates and intrusive texts.

Mike’s free hand reached the edge of Jenny’s underwear, and she used a hand to stroke the bulge in his crotch, letting him know to continue. When it proved too awkward to slip his hand any further into her garment, they laughed and breathed for a moment as they both stripped down to their underwear.

Finally Mike was able to reach Jenny’s sopping wet slit, and she eagerly pressed it into his grasp. She had been fingered before, by guys who were just trying to shove their tongues down her throats and shove their everything else into her everything else. She was relieved that it was nothing like that with Mike, he was paying attention to how she responded, and she moaned into his mouth when he found her clit.

His touch was enough to drive her mad with arousal, but not enough to get her off. For that, she wondered if she’d need the erection that she freed from his boxers and started stroking. With all the precum dripping from the tip, he was getting nearly as wet as she was. She could tell he wanted it to, by the way he was thrusting into her hand, and toward her body. They were so tightly entwined, they were nearly humping each other, but the couch made it awkward to go any further. When he pulled at the waistband of her panties, she helped him pull them off, and then pulled his boxers off, leaving them both completely nude together.

Mike’s eyes were wide. He knew what this might be leading to, but he didn’t dare to believe it. Having felt the inside of her pussy with his fingers, he was eager to feel that with his even more sensitive appendage.

“Get down on the floor,” Jenny said, and he slipped off the seat of the couch. Mike marveled at her from below as she placed a foot on either side of him.

“Are you sure you want to do this…with me?” he asked. He knew she was still a virgin, or he would have heard about it.

“Yeah, why not,” she said. And then she realized that didn’t sound very enthusiastic. She added, “Absolutely sure. Are you okay with your first being me?”

“Yeah,” he said, blinking in disbelief.

She got down on her knees, straddling his lap. “Look, I’m not on birth control. I wasn’t expecting this at all. So you need to tell me when you’re about to ejaculate.”

“So we’re taking a risk. Are you sure you want to be doing this?” Mike asked, concerned for her.

“It’s not that much of a risk,” she assured him. “That is, IF we do this right. But I know that if anything does happen, I can count on you.”

She held her penis in her hand, and he leaned up and kissed her. Together they lined it up with her opening, and slowly, inch by inch, she sank down onto him. It was a world of new sensations for both of them, and for a moment they were content to simply take it all in. But then their arousal prompted them to start moving in rhythm, gently and tentatively at first.

Jenny lifted herself up, feeling Mike’s penis slip out of her almost entirely, just to make sure she could and to see what it would feel like. Immediately she wanted him back inside her, and pressed back down, driving his rod up into her. Mike was enthralled by the feeling of it, and helped push her up and pull her back down onto his lap.

“Oh my god, I think I’m going to cum soon,” he groaned. Abruptly she stopped, and lifted up off of him. “Sorry, not like right now.”

Jenny relaxed back down, taking him deep into her. They started thrusting against one another more strongly, her pubic hair merging with his where they were conjoined.

“I’m getting close,” he said, and she stopped rocking her hips. It was still a thrill to feel her vaginal walls pressing in on him, the heat and wetness of her surrounding him, but stopping for a second was enough to help Mike clear his head. “I’m okay, we can keep going to a little bit.”

Not long after they started to fuck again, he said, “I think I’m going to blow.”

With great reluctance, Jenny pulled herself up off his penis again, just a thread of her juices still connecting them. When he didn’t in fact blow, she laughed a little. “No need to warn me until it’s actually going to happen.”

“Okay,” he said breathlessly. They started up again, and Mike did everything he could Bostancı Escort to hold out as long as he could. He tried to ignore the alarm bells going off in his mind as their shared intensity grew.

“Now, right now,” he gasped at the last second. Jenny hardly needed the warning, feeling his member swell up inside her. She quickly got up from his lap, leaving a good few inches between her slit and the tip of his cock.

He could have pulled her back down onto him. He could have pushed his groin up into hers. But with clenched fists, Mike resisted these impulses. What hit Mike was the most intense orgasm he’d ever had. He’d never been able to bring himself anywhere close, and it was already set into motion before Jenny removed herself. He groaned loudly as his swollen penis shot out the first spurt. If Jenny hadn’t been there, it might have gone several feet into the air, but she was only a few inches over the tip of his cock, and it hit her right in her vaginal opening, with enough force that she felt it go just into her vagina. She felt it, and let out a yelp of surprise and unwelcome pleasure.

Quickly she sat back on the carpet and leaned over, parting her pussy lips with her fingers to confirm what she’d felt, Mike’s semen jetting into her. Meanwhile Mike took a gasping breath, and his penis, left hanging at an angle, swelled up again, and propelled out another jet of semen. It splattered Jenny’s vaginal opening, her vulva, and the fingers she was using to hold them open. Since she had been looking down and didn’t see it coming, she yelped in surprise again.

Mike’s penis continued to fountain, once onto the carpet between them, and then in a flow down the front of his cock. He nearly blacked out from the intensity.

“Oh my god,” he said, dazed.

“Mike!” Jenny complained. He sat up a little to look at her, and followed her gaze down to her crotch, where she was obviously splattered with his seed.

“Oh god,” he said. “Is it all?”

“No, some definitely went inside, I felt it,” Jenny said.

“I’m so sorry,” Mike said. “I thought we did everything right.”

“I thought so too,” Jenny said with a shrug.

“Jenny, like you said, if anything happens, you can count on me,” Mike assured her, unsure of exactly how much he meant it.

Jenny was still processing what had just happened. She had been close to orgasm herself but not there yet when Mike had erupted. The thing was, she did want to be a mother, but presumably in like another six or eight years. At the same time, she knew full well how many women in their thirties were going to expensive fertility clinics and spending years trying to conceive, while teenagers like her got pregnant without trying at all. Two of her classmates had gone through it, and far from looking down on them, Jenny thought they’d just taken that step too soon. But she was secretly a bit envious of getting to take that very adult step while she was waiting to. She hadn’t expected to be having sex with Mike at all, so it was just another shift to come to terms with being a mother earlier than she had hoped. In fact, now that it seemed like an inescapable conclusion, the idea was quickly appealing to her. That, and the unresolved arousal pounding in her pulse.

She got up off the carpet and straddled Mike’s lap again. His penis was still, improbably, hard, and completely covered in her sperm-filled juices. Slowly, intentionally, Jenny pressed her pussy down onto him again. She felt his semen-covered penis slide easily up into her, bringing with it more of Mike’s potent teenage swimmers.

“Jenny, what are you doing?” Mike asked.

“If you’re getting me pregnant tonight, I want to fucking feel it,” she said.

“You just…my cum…it’s in…” Mike struggled to comprehend what had just happened. The idea that she would put his semen-covered penis back in her, with all the risk that entailed, boggled his mind, even as every nerve ending in his crotch was singing her praises in approval of the idea. He easily stayed hard as her pussy cleaned his cock of his last ejaculation, syphoning it away somewhere inside her.

She pulled his head back by the hair and cut him off with a kiss. They rutted tenderly but hungrily. She single-mindedly sought her satisfaction. Mike, already satisfied and very much in doubt about whether he should be doing this again, held out. She bucked hard against him, mashing her clit into his lap.

At last she screamed, and he felt her squeeze all around him. It was like her body was trying to pull the genes up and out of his reserves. It was the first time he had made a woman cum, and Jenny was decidedly a woman now, with maybe one last box to tick.

“Jenny, are you sure you want me to do this?” Mike asked one last time.

“Just give me a second,” she said. She from playing with toys, she knew what it felt to have something pressed against her cervix. And she had read enough pregnancy books to know that getting the head of the penis close to the cervix was the Ümraniye Escort surest way to get pregnant. She wanted to feel herself getting knocked up, so that was the goal.

Jenny felt him swelling up inside of her, pushing against her vaginal walls, and knew he was about to explode one way or another. Just in time, she angled her hips just so, until she felt the tip of his cock pressing against the tip of her cervix.

“Do it,” she gasped.

It was too late to stop anyhow, but with her assent, Mike’s penis let loose its pent up load. Again the first spurt came out with a lot of force and velocity. Jenny came again when she felt it.

“Oh, Mike!” Jenny cried, as her orgasm rushed through her, more intense than the first.

Her interior muscles spasmed, pulling his seed up into her uterus. Now she knew as certain as she could be, that she had felt them conceive. Shaking with waves of pleasure she collapsed against him, even as his penis kept throbbing inside of her, pulsing and expelling new life into her.

“Yeah, we really did it,” Mike said in disbelief. “We went through with it, all the way.”

Jenny laughed with unexpected joy. “Remember when we were little and we’d play mommy and daddy taking care of a baby doll? I never would have thought you and me would be mommy and daddy for real. But here we are.”

Even though Mike had fantasized about Jenny before, his mind was struggling to catch up with the new reality of their friendship-no, their relationship-no, their likely parenthood. But he found the change less jarring than he would have expected, and found the prospect of raising a child with her less daunting than he would have imagined, if he ever would have imagined it.

“What happens next?” he asked.

“Well, we should probably let our parents know that we’re together. Otherwise, my pregnancy is going to come as quite a shock,” Jenny said, rubbing her belly confidently.

“It’s going to be a shock regardless!” Mike said.

I wonder what would be the best way to do that? Maybe we should let them catch us in the act.”

Mike laughed. “You’re kidding, right?”

“You could cum in me again, and we could pretend that we just conceived before their eyes.”

“Oh my gosh, no!” Mike protested.

“Then why are you getting turned on again?” Jenny asked, feeling him firm up again within her.

“Just the thought of ejaculating inside you again,” Mike said, kissing her.

Jenny started humping him again. “Then in a couple weeks I can take a test to confirm that I’m pregnant.”

“And if you’re not?” Mike asked.

“I’m pretty sure. We’re both young and fertile, and you and me both felt you ejaculate right into my cervix. And besides, we’re not done here yet.”

“Mm definitely not,” Mike groaned. “But it doesn’t always happen right away, right?”

“If tonight doesn’t do it, maybe it’s just not meant to happen yet. Then I can start birth control. Once my parents know we’re having sex, they can’t say no.”

Mike scowled. “Oh, so we’re not going to do this again for weeks? I better not waste the opportunity.”

“I didn’t say that! You’re just going to have to use condoms for a while, so that we’ll know for sure whether we conceived tonight.”

“So you’re only giving me one more chance to knock you up,” Mike said. Before that night, knocking Jenny up would have been unthinkable. But now he found himself actively desiring it. All the talk about the situation, about the sex they’d be having in the future, combined with the stimulation they were experiencing right then, was quickly bringing them close to climax again. “Are you sure you want me to ejaculate in you again? You won’t be sure which time did the trick.”

“I already don’t know which of your loads might have gotten me pregnant,” Jenny said, kissing him. “But at least we’ll know it happened tonight.”

“Good because I’m about too,” Mike gasped, just before he swelled up inside her again.

“Oh! that’s it, I can feel it, right where it has the greatest odds. Oh Mike, I’m cumming too!” Jenny screamed.

“Oh my god, it’s like you’re pulling it out of me,” Mike groaned. He’d had days where he jacked off three times, sometimes even more, but it had never been like this, ejaculating so much every time, his orgasms so intense. He had no idea where his body was even getting it all.

She collapsed against his chest, her full weight pushing down on his lap, pushing his erection as deep as he could go into her. She blacked out momentarily, and came back, still feeling her pelvic muscles spasming, still feeling his penis pulsing and releasing semen within her. She felt exhausted, and her muscles felt sore inside and out.

When she gathered the strength, Jenny pushed herself up and off of Mike’s lap, and sprawled on the carpet.

“What do you want to do now?” he asked.

“I don’t think I can do anything else tonight,” she answered, her breasts rising and falling as she caught her breath. She could feel the semen starting to leak out of her, and remembered what she had read on those pregnancy websites. She slid a cushion her butt and pulled her knees up to her chest. It felt pretty good actually.

After a long pause while they both rested, Mike asked, “You didn’t plan all this, did you?”

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“Will you like, stay the night tonight? I just don’t feel safe out here by myself after what happened earlier.”

What a ridiculous question, was my first thought. Would I be willing to stay the night at the house of a beautiful girl all alone, to help her feel more safe? Duh. She was my friend either way, and a very good looking young lady to boot. She was actually at least three years older than I was, and when that meant I was 18 and she was 21, it was quite a gap in age indeed.

“Of course I will. It’s no problem,” I said, trying not to sound to eager, keeping my voice nonchalant.

Earlier that night, someone had broken into the cars of everyone who was hanging out at her house. After calling the cops we ended up finding everything in the bushes on the side of the road just a few hundred feet away. Apparently the would-be thieves had ditched the goods in hopes of coming back to retrieve it later, but didn’t try especially hard to hide it all.

“Thank you so much. I just feel so vulnerable out here now. Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Of course, Katrina! It’s really not a big deal. Just let me go home and grab a couple things cause I have work in the morning.”

Katrina was hot. The older sister of a friend from high school–how I had ended up in this situation was beyond me. Somehow she and I became friends, and it was awesome for me. She would pay for me at restaurants cause she had a better job, and I loved watching other guys see us together. I’m white, 6’5 and about 240lbs in decent shape, and she’s half asian half Hawaiian all of 5’4 and 120lbs tops. She had a lovely curvy body, super slim (she worked out daily), and disproportionately large breasts–easily a D cup. Her pretty smile and long dark hair made her a stunner, and her no-nonsense attitude put a lot of guys off. But for some reason I could see right through it and it didn’t bother her. We got along just fine, and our relationship was completely platonic.

She lived in a small house that was really only a couple miles from civilization, but it was just secluded enough on its own land that I didn’t blame her for being nervous. I went home to grab a couple of things and was back before too much time had gone by.

I walked up to the house and knocked on the door, marveling that I had such a strange opportunity place itself before me and knowing I would be horny all night just because of the situation. Gotta love those 18 year old hormones, right?

She opened the door a crack and saw it was me, then smiled and let me in. She was wearing a baggy t-shirt and some short shorts, definitely her PJs. Nothing I hadn’t seen before, but obviously tonight was different.

“You can sleep in the guest bedroom if you want, but the heat will only be on in my room. The furnace is broken so I just have a space heater,” she said, looking up at me.

“Well, I guess I can sleep on your floor then. I brought a knife to protect you with,” I said with a smile, holding up my 6-inch Buck knife.

She laughed and turned around. “All right then,” she said, “come on.”

We walked across the living room and to her bedroom. It was right next to the bathroom.

“Go ahead and get ready, I’ll put some blankets out for you.”

I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, took out my contacts and put on my glasses. It took me a long time to pee because of the large erection I was sporting at the thought of sleeping right next to this pretty girl! On the floor, but still. I’d kissed a couple girls, made out a little even, but this was a different category. I was sharing a bedroom with a girl way out of my league, and that was enough to keep my little soldier standing at attention until further notice. I willed it to go away long enough to do my business and get under the covers so she wouldn’t notice.

I went in to her room and slipped under the covers.

“Thanks again for staying the night, dude,” she said to me.

“It’s no problem, I don’t blame you for being nervous. We’ll be fine though. If anything goes wrong I’ll just scream like a girl and run away,” I said, screaming and waving my arms.

She giggled and threw a pillow at me. “Here. Sleep on that, you big strong man.”

She was being facetious, but I noticed her eyes flicker down to the small tent in the covers that my ever-hard dick was making. I should’ve made a comment, but my eyes were too busy flickering down to her boobs in her over-size t-shirt. Too bad she didn’t sleep in a tank top, I thought ruefully.

“Nice glasses, by the way,” she said. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in them. How come?”

“They kinda give me a headache, and I don’t really like wearing them anyway,” I answered. “Contacts are way better. Besides, if I looked this sexy all of the time I wouldn’t be able to go out in public.”

She laughed. “Probably true. They are pretty hot.”

We said our goodnights and she turned out the light, but I noticed that the heat lamp from the snake cage she kept in her room put out a fair amount of illumination. I laid there for quite a while, tossing and turning and trying to get comfortable Anadolu Yakası Escort and fall asleep, but I just couldn’t seem to drift off. My massive hard-on wasn’t helping things any, either. As I lay there, I finally got bored and put my glasses on. I looked around the room for awhile, trying to determine if she was asleep. My eyes fell on the bookcase next to her bed, and I saw a book I’d never got a chance to look in before–the Kama Sutra.

A book of sexual positions, I thought. Yeah, that’ll definitely help me sleep.

But my curiosity was piqued. I had to check it out. I couldn’t tell if she was sleeping or not, so I just slowly slid my body along the floor and reached out for the book. I slid it out from the bookshelf as noiselessly as possible, looking up to see if Katrina was awake or noticing what I was doing, and noticed that as I pulled it, a couple of Playboy magazines were coming out with it. Suddenly my plan began to take shape. I figured I would just take a couple of those into the bathroom with me and jerk off, come back and replace them and then pass out. My heart started to beat a little faster in excitement. Pathetic.

I slid the book out and saw that a few pages were bookmarked. I glanced back up at Katrina. She was on her side, facing the opposite direction. I still couldn’t tell if she was asleep or not, but she hadn’t been roused yet so I figured I was good. I looked through the Kama Sutra briefly, but it wasn’t as exciting as I had hoped. I was a virgin, so most of the different positions were fairly irrelevant. I set it aside and moved on to the Playboys.

I was surprised by how few actual naked girls there were inside. There really were a lot of articles, which annoyed me. Seriously? After all this hype about nudity and sexy playmates, and this is what Playboy is all about? I was so disappointed. But as I looked, I still was very turned on by the sexy, topless women on the shiny pages. I snaked my hand down below the covers to start grabbing myself as I rolled over onto my back, and that’s when I realized that Katrina was wide awake and watching me. I froze. She had rolled over to face me and I hadn’t even noticed–I’d been too caught up looking through the magazine. Our eyes met and I’m sure my face turned bright red.

“Don’t let me stop you. You know, I’ve thought about posing for Playboy before.” She looked straight at me, unflinching, as was her style.

I didn’t know what to say, or do. I was caught, holding a porn magazine with my hand obviously in my shorts. My erection began to go down in my hand from the sheer embarrassment of the situation. I just stared at her, completely at a loss for what to do or say.

“Well?” she said. “What do you think of that idea?”

“Uh, well,” I stammered, “I think you would be really good at that.”

She raised an eyebrow and propped herself up on one elbow.

“Good at what, exactly?” she asked.

“You know, uh, posing…” I was floundering for words. “You’ve, um, definitely, you’ve got… you know… big….”

A wicked smile crept across her face. She was having a really good time. “I’ve got what?”

“You’re really sexy,” I blurted. “You’ve got big boobs!”

She beamed. “You really think so? Is that why you’ve still got your hand in your pants?” she teased.

That snapped me back to reality somewhat. I yanked my hand out of my pants and set the magazine down. She started laughing her head off, and I couldn’t help but smile sheepishly.

“Come here, you horny boy,” she said, patting the bed.

I slid over and sat next to the bed.

“Grab that magazine,” she ordered. I complied.

She took it from me and opened to a page she had dog eared. There was a airbrushed blonde model cupping her boobs, doing a sexy face and all.

“What do you think of her?” she asked.

I wasn’t sure what was happening. Was this gorgeous girl really asking me what I thought of an airbrushed Playboy model?

“She’s all right,” I replied cautiously.

“I think she’s fuckin hot,” said Katrina. “I like that pose, too.”

My boner instantly came back to full strength. I had to shift my shorts. “Uh, yeah… it’s definitely a good one…”

“What about this chick?” she asked, turning the page. It was a brunette this time, leggy and thrusting her decent-sized tits out proudly.

“Yeah, she’s pretty hot too,” I said.

Katrina wasn’t really listening. “Do you think I could be in here?”

I turned and looked at her. “Well, yeah, of course,” I said.

“You’re just saying that,” she pouted.

“No, really!” I protested. “All these airbrushed models, they’ve got nice bodies, but you’re truly beautiful. They may have big boobs and nice bodies, but you’ve got it where it counts.”

“Are you saying I don’t have a nice body?” she asked playfully.

“You’ve got an awesome body,” I said truthfully.

“But these girls are so sexy. They get paid so that boys like you will jerk off to their pictures. Would you jerk off to a picture of me?” she asked, looking right at me.

I just looked Kadıköy Escort back at her. “Uhhh… I don’t know, I guess….”

She looked at me. “You guess? I thought you said I had it where it counts!”

“I mean, yeah, I guess, but would you want me to? It would be weird!”

“What’s weird about that? I’ve caught you looking at my boobs before you know. If I wear a low cut shirt I can see your eyes fighting not to look down it.”

I tried to defend myself. I felt like I was being called a pervert. “I try not to! It’s not my fault, I can’t help it!”

“Have you ever jerked off thinking about me?”

I looked away. “Katrina….”

“Have you or not? Am I not spank bank worthy?” she was serious.

I looked around the room desperately for support. “I…” I began, but trailed off.

She dropped the magazine to the ground. “Fine.”

I turned around. “No, Katrina, don’t get mad. Fine, yes, I have. Alright?”

She smiled. “Really?!”

“Yes, of course I have. I’m eighteen and you’re, well, you!”

She looked intrigued. “What did you think about when you did it?”

“Uhhh… which time?” I answered sheepishly.

She sat up and clapped her hands in excitement. “You did it more than once?!”

I was caught again, and it was my own fault. I thought I would die of shame. “Yeah… maybe….”

“So, what did you think about?” she asked, leaning forwards.

I tried not to think about the fact that I could see her obviously hard nipples pressing lightly against the fabric of her t-shirt. “Uh, you know, just the normal stuff…” I was mortified that she would keep asking for more details. What was I going to do? I could never pull off a lie in this situation.

“What kind of normal stuff?” she asked. “I’m not a boy, you know. I don’t know what’s normal for a guy to think about when he’s jacking off.”

My dick twitched when she talked like that. “Um, well, I guess I thought about your… uh, boobs, a lot.” I hoped she would let it stop at that.

“Oohhh,” she said excitedly. “Really? About how big they are?”

“Um, yeah, pretty much,” I said, trying not to stare at her chest.

She laughed and sat up straight, thrusting her chest out while pulling her shirt back tightly. Her tits really were marvelous. They were so round and full through her t-shirt, I guessed that she wasn’t even wearing a bra. I could see her nipples poking through the thin fabric.

“Close your mouth, honey, you might start drooling,” she said, giggling.

My mouth snapped shut. I couldn’t believe she had got me to stare and drop my jaw so easily. I was so mad at myself for being so easily manipulated. She just laughed all the more at my obvious frustration with myself.

“What else did you think about, you horny boy?” she asked.

“Katrina, please,” I begged.

She just grinned. “I caught you at it in my bedroom. You have to tell me!”

I had one fantasy that I always would think of when it came to her. I’d never had a blow job before, but it was something that really turned me on and always made me come quick. Especially when I imagined her as the girl going down on me. She was always topless, and it was always unbelievably good. My eyes dropped from hers.

“Do I really have to?” I asked pathetically.

“Yes,” she said. “I need to know how I am being used in your mind!”

I opened my mouth to tell her, but then couldn’t imagine looking at her in the eyes and saying the words. “I just… I can’t! It’s too embarrassing!”

She folded her arms. “If you don’t tell me, then you have to finish what you started before I caught you.”

I grimaced. “I don’t think anything will stop me from finishing what I started after this conversation.”

“No, you don’t understand,” she said. “You have to finish what you started. Here. Now. For me.”

My eyes bugged out. “What?!”

“Yep,” she said, nodding. “You have to jerk it for me. Right here.”

Now my jaw really dropped. She would actually WANT to see that? I began to have an inkling of where this night could go.

“What’s it gonna be, you horny boy?” she said, that wicked smile on her face once more. “You gonna tell me what I want to hear, or imagine it in your head while you stroke it right here in front of me?”

Quite frankly, either seemed horrifying in a way, but also incredibly erotic. I tried to think how I could get the most out of this situation.

“Uhh… well… I guess I’ll just tell you then,” I said.

She looked somewhat disappointed. Had she actually wanted to see my cock in all its glory? “Go ahead.”

“Well, uh… I guess what I usually imagine most is… well… You, and me, ahhh…. You, giving me, um… Giving me head.” I dropped my eyes and I’m sure I blushed even more.

“Oh really?” she asked. “You liked to imagine me sucking your dick, huh?”

I was so embarrassed. Here was the object of my sexual fantasy, calling me out on just how unlikely that scenario ever was. I expected her to make fun of me.

“Interesting,” was all she said.

I looked up İstanbul Escort at her quickly. She was staring into space. I shifted my rock-hard cock to a slightly less uncomfortable position. She looked down at me and caught me doing it.

“Hey,” she said. “No touching unless I say so!”

“I have to shift it!” I protested. “It’s really uncomfortable to have it so hard in pants like this.”

“I bet it is. It also makes you look at my tits a lot more I’ve noticed.”

I made a strangled noise of protest.

She laughed. “Okay, okay, fine. You can go to the bathroom if you want. Here, take this,” she said, handing me the Playboy.

I jumped up and practically ran to the door and into the bathroom. I flipped on the fan and dropped my shorts. I practically blew my load before I even touched myself, I was so ready to go. All that explicit conversation about sexual things like that with a girl as sexy as she was… I couldn’t take it. I came and came, all over the sink, I noted with regret once I had finished. I was breathing hard and lightheaded. I looked into the mirror and shook my head in disbelief. No way this was really happening. I immediately began to feel very silly that I hadn’t handled myself better. I cleaned up and headed back into the room, determined to get her back for what she had done to me. I guess I was gone longer than I thought, because when I came back in, I noticed that she had quickly removed her own hands from under the covers, and there was a smell in the air that I was unfamiliar with.

“Hey there Tiger,” she said. “Feeling better?”

I was instantly back to the sheepish kid I had been before. “Um, yeah,” I said.

“Did you get off nice imagining my lips around your cock this time? Or were you thinking of my big boobs?” she asked, bringing her hands up and cupping her lovely breasts through her t-shirt. I could feel my dick getting hard again already.

“Oooh!” she said, pointing at my crotch. “I guess it was both!”

I tried to cover my bulge, somewhat unsuccessfully.

“I can’t believe it’s getting hard again!” she said, impressed. “What do you feed that thing?”

“Nothing at all,” I said, grinning.

“Hmm… maybe it needs some more special guidance,” she said. “Do you think I could help it go away for a little longer?”

“It’s worth a shot,” I blurted out.

She got up and stood right in front of me, just out of reach of my cock. “Kiss me,” she said softly.

I leaned down and kissed her right on her perfect lips. At first she just let me kiss her, then she began to kiss me back. She wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me close, grinding my dick into her stomach. I put my arms around her and began to kiss her more fiercely, and she responded in kind. I felt her tongue part my lips and flick inside my mouth, which made my cock twitch in a way that must have appreciated, because she laughed softly and made the most sexy moaning sound I had ever heard. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and began wrestling with her tongue. It was the most passionate kissing I had ever had the pleasure of participating in, and when she pulled me down on top of her on the bed it got even better. She grabbed one of my hands and slid it up to cup one of her impossibly firm and round breasts–I almost came right then. I had never felt a breast before, and this was amazing. It was so soft, but at the same time firm and perky, so much better than I had ever imagined. I brought my other hand up and started fondling her like crazy, massaging her massive tits and tweaking the nipples occasionally. I could tell she liked that by the way she would always pause with the movements of her tongue for a moment and then start up again with more ferocity than before. She kissed me with a raw power, a hunger that I’d never experienced. My body responded like I’d never felt before.

She shifted her weight and rolled over on top of me, straddling my hips and kissing down on me so hard that I could feel myself sinking into the bed despite her diminutive frame. To my disappointment, she sat up after a few minutes, removing her hot lips from mine and my hands from her magnificent breasts. But my disappointment was short lived, because she looked straight into my eyes and then grabbed her t-shirt by the bottom of the hem. My breath caught as she pulled the thin fabric over her head and let her magnificent breasts fall free. They bounced slightly but stayed up, defying gravity without the hint of sag. They were so round and heavenly. Her areolas were a deep red with her nipples sticking straight out just begging to be licked and sucked. I put my hands on the sides of her flat stomach and slowly slid them up, relishing in the softness of her skin and her tight body. She was staring at me and biting her lip, grinding her hips slowly on my rock-hard prick. When I got to her rib cage I let my hands slip around front and slowly, every so wonderfully got my first feel of naked breasts. They were even better without the t-shirt, and I massaged them gently, feeling their weight and the contrast of her soft skin and her oh-so-firm and bouncy tits themselves. I palmed her nipples and squeezed her breasts with both hands–they were just more than a handful and absolutely perfect in every way. I made eye contact with her sultry, steaming eyes and licked my lips. She gave me a half smile with a knowing look in her eyes.

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Our hero is human after all, it seems, but only barely. Let’s see if he can be saved from the clutches of the Evil Room Mate. Well, maybe she’s not really evil, but only a profound threat. Keep those comments coming — I appreciate them.

*

Brian laughed at me. “Well,” he said. “You look Well-Fucked. Are you? Which one?”

“We need to talk,” I said. “I have an offer you can’t refuse.”

“OK. What’s up?”

I gave him the 30-second version of Kim’s almost-rape, and a slightly shorter version of my almost-fucking of Cindy. He laughed.

“I told you you’d be tested. She must be quite the package.”

“Brian, I need help,” I said, with desperation. “I don’t know that I can hold out if she comes at me again.”

“So, fuck her,” His answer was simple. “She wants it bad, you think she would be a killer fuck. So fuck her.”

“I can’t do that to Kim.”

“So what am I supposed to do about it?”

“I want to set up a double date. Kim and me, Cindy and you.”

Now Brian really laughed. “You think she’d have the least interest in me?”

“I don’t know. How big is your dick?”

He stood and hitched up his pants, sniffed, and wiped the underside of his nose with the back of his hand. “Well,” he said in an exaggerated drawl. “At the County Fair, Ah’m known fer entering the three-legged race all by mah self!”

“Good enough,” I said, hoping that he wasn’t exaggerating too much, and that this crazy idea would work.

It was an easy argument to make to Kim. In fact, she loved the idea. “Cindy’s been lonely, I know. She’s appreciated the time she’s spent with you as a friend. But secretly, I think she’s horny.” Little did Kim know.

We set a date for a Saturday afternoon when neither Kim nor Cindy had practice or rehearsal. The three of them decided we needed to go bowling. I didn’t need to go bowling, but I needed to be a good sport.

I bowled a 29. 29. Not possible, you say? Oh, yes it is. I proved it. But more importantly, we all had a good time, and Brian and Cindy seemed to hit it off.

After bowling, we went out for a pizza, and had lots of laughs. Many were at my expense, being the expert bowler I had just demonstrated that I was. During dinner, I noticed Cindy and Brian holding hands under the table. I was starting to feel optimistic.

After dinner, Cindy suggested that she and Brian take a walk. It was after dark on a warm fall night in Durham. Brian readily agreed.

“Don’t wait up for us!” Cindy said. Brian momentarily looked stunned, but recovered to take her arm and lead her away.

“Could I interest you in some recreational activity in my room?” I said, nose to nose with the woman I loved.

Our noses being too far apart, she closed the gap and kissed me tenderly. “You certainly could!”

Once in my room, after I had put on some soft music, we were almost instantly a tangle of naked legs and arms on my bed. Chances like this were few and far between, and our pent-up sexuality ignited and burned brightly. Tongues, fingers, hands explored. Nipples were erected and sucked, pussy eaten, cock licked, sucked, and swallowed. The preliminaries were long, exciting, and delightful.

“Make love to me, Dave,” Kim said, looking up at me as my penis just barely penetrated her. Not even my entire head was inserted. “Love me tenderly, and sweetly tonight, please. I need to know you love me.” Her eyes shone. Mine misted as I filled with love for this girl. This woman.

Her pristine body lay below me, as I pushed up on straight arms. I gazed at the perfect breasts, the wonderful, slim tummy with just the hint of ab muscles showing, of the flare to slim hips, trimmed pubic hair, and pussy lips where my cock was poised. The long legs wrapped around me.

“I am always happy to make love to my woman any way she wants, any time she wants,” And with that, looking into her eyes, I pushed forward and entered her. She gasped, closed her eyes, and took me by the butt to pull me in all the way.

“Make me your woman, Dave,” she said. “I love you more than I can say.”

“Then show me, my love. Show me your love.”

And that’s what we did. Slowly, with great tenderness, we rocked the evening away, giving each other our love, showing each other with our bodies, without words. Lovemaking like that is just the best. Unhurried, fully in-the-moment, where you seem to be outside of time, at one with the universe and each other.

I admit to being a huge fan of the missionary position. I love to feel legs wrapped around me, feel hands running up and down my back, feel hands pulling at my butt, elevate to look at the body beneath me, see my cock move in and out, feel ankles hook behind my knees, feel only genitals touching, and control that sensation, feel body melt into body from head to toe, hold on tight with arms around the back, put arms straight down to grab ass cheeks to help thrust, feel legs spread wide to take a pounding, which, in the missionary position, is easy and fun to give, feel in complete control when an orgasm approaches, and to give Ataşehir Escort seed and love from above, controlling depth of penetration at the time of release. In short, missionary fucking is the best.

There was no pounding tonight. Not even fucking. Just slow, luxurious, erotic, sensitive lovemaking. As I approached climax, I wanted to look at her; see her respond to taking my sperm. But I would make no demands on her. And so we came. I watched her arch a little and climax with me as she felt my penis expand and explode, as she felt my hot seed fill her. She was so beautiful. As I contracted over and over, I whispered my love for her over and over, looking at her sweet face and her wonderful body. I filled with love as I filled her with cum. A tear formed. She saw, wiped it with a thumb, and pulled me down close in a melt-all-the-way hug. I was still spurting. She gave a shudder as her climax peaked, but she didn’t let go.

Brian was embarrassed when he barged in the door later to find two probably naked people asleep in my bed under the covers.

“Oh, sorry!” He said. He started to back out.

“It’s OK,” I said. “As long as we can stay under the covers.”

Then I took a good look at him. I nudged Kim “Take a look at what the cat dragged in.”

Kim looked, and we both laughed.

“I’m going to take a shower,” He mumbled. “Be presentable when I get back.” Grabbing his towel from the rack behind the door, he took a pair of shorts and a shirt, and slammed the door behind him.

We giggled almost uncontrollably. “Well,” I said. “I think you’ll find that your roommate got some relief.”

“Yes,” she said. “And I am relieved that it wasn’t with you.”

“With me?”

“Dave, girls talk,” she said, in a lecturing tone. “And we’re observant. Why do you think I was so excited about your idea of fixing those two up? First of all, Cindy confessed what she tried to do, and how it almost worked. Second, you were obviously hiding something. You are so transparent.”

“I feel terrible,” I said. “I almost betrayed your every trust.”

“Yes. Almost,” But she moved in to kiss me. “Then, when the chips were down and everything was at stake, you held true, even when I was behaving so badly.” She kissed me again, blue eyes misty. “You really do love me, don’t you?”

“I’m sorry if I ever give you any reason to doubt it. Kim, it was really hard to find the words, but I finally did, and I practice them as much as I can. But know this: words aside, the feeling is there. Deeper, richer, and more beautiful than I ever imagined love being. And it’s all for you.”

“And what about Cindy?” She was teasing now.

“You’re teasing me. But I’ll be honest. No one but you has ever shown me any interest, until she did. And you have to admit that she is quite the package. Hair, face, body, and those eyes. To have that come at you full-force, like she did to me, is really hard to resist. But in the end, it was the little head trying to talk the big head into caring only about satisfying a hormone rush. Fortunately, the big head won out.”

“But it wasn’t easy,” she said, looking at me closely.

“In the moment, no,” I said. “But tell me, when Trey pulled out his cock, and had you helpless against the wall, tell me that you weren’t the least little bit excited.” I looked at her closely in return. “Be honest.”

She looked away, thoughtful. “In the moment, I felt really betrayed and violated. I was in a total rage. But if truth be known, I was a little excited. But only the tiniest bit.”

I moved in close. “Does that mean I should tie you up next time?”

“Mmm. Maybe. When is next time?”

“I don’t know,” I moaned. But then brightened. “If this is going as well as I think it is, our roomies will be as eager to have privacy as we are! I hadn’t thought of that!”

“I had,” she said simply, and with complete one-upmanship. “Walk me home.”

We walked home, and I left her at the entrance to the dorm with a final hug and kiss.

“Are you mad at Cindy?”

“For trying to steal you? How can I be mad at her having such good taste in men?”

“Really?”

“A little bit, but Brian, I think, will help that. She won’t be a threat any longer.”

“She never was a threat.”

“Excuse me, fair prince, but you came inches away from screwing her.”

“Well, never a long-term threat.”

“Only a one-night-stand threat? You would have felt guilty in the morning?”

“I can see I’m not going to win this one. Just remember, I didn’t.”

“I remember,” My nose got smooched. “Good night, my love.”

“And remember, too, that she has good taste in men who taste good!” I turned and skipped away, for effect.

When I got back, Brian was asleep, snoring softly. I didn’t wake him to get the details. It could wait.

“ROOMIE!” I rustled him in the morning.

“Oh, God,” he moaned. “I feel like I’ve got a hangover!”

“Hangover! I’ve got to hear about this! Come on! Tell me over breakfast!”

Brian dragged himself out of bed, and threw Anadolu Yakası Escort on shorts and a dirty T-shirt. We shuffled off to the dining hall for breakfast.

My plate of eggs, bacon, potatoes, and toast outmatched his bowl of oatmeal.

“So, roomie, tell all!” I said with enthusiasm. “You looked totally done-in last night.”

“I was.”

“And?”

“I was nearly fucked to death.”

“Really? Details.”

“We went for a walk. You know that big bush behind this building? She took me in underneath it and raped me.”

Oh, yes, I knew that particular bush better than he thought. Playing dumb: “Under a bush? She fucked you under a bush?”

“Yeah,” a smile crept in. “Dave, she was unbelievable! You don’t know what you missed.”

I may not have known what I missed, but I knew what I had.

“And?”

“Well, here’s the thing. I like her. I think I really like her. She’s sweet, and smart, and funny.”

“And she loves to ride your stick.”

“And she loves to ride my stick.”

“Well, I’ll get the report from Kim.”

“Dave? Thanks. Even if it was a 29.”

“Brian, thank you for saving me from her.”

He grinned. “My pleasure.”

“Apparently.”

I met up with Kim for lunch. She was giddy. “Cindy is smitten with your roommate!”

“Seems the feeling is mutual. Brian’s pretty taken with her. Beyond the fact that she almost killed him.”

“Almost killed him?”

“He claims she almost fucked him to death.”

Kim giggled. “From what I heard, he held his own.”

“Really? I didn’t hear that version.”

“Well, from the secret report I got, your roomie wields a mighty stick.”

“Huh?”

“He is, apparently, huge.” We looked at each other for a second, and broke into gales of laughter.

“I had no idea.”

“But here’s the neat thing. She’s completely smitten with him. She really, really likes him.”

“So he’s not just a fuck machine with a huge member?”

“No. She thinks he’s sweet, smart, funny, and innocent. Dave, this girl’s been around, and apparently screwed anything that moved in Bethesda. But she’s falling hard, I think. She’s showing the signs.”

“Who would have thought? I figured they’d fuck once and get it over with, and I could relax. I never figured they’d really link up. But aren’t we getting ahead of ourselves? It was only one afternoon of bowling and a pizza.”

“Maybe. But we only needed the Homecoming dance.” Kim looked wistful, remembering when we first went out, and first kissed.

“True, but it took a little longer for us to fall in love,” I reminded her.

“Took you, maybe,” she corrected me. “I knew you were a good catch from the moment I kissed you. Like this!” Taking my chin in her hands, she planted one on me. We smiled.

“Well, what we have put together, let us keep from going asunder. All meet for supper tonight?” I asked.

“Good idea. They need to see role models.”

“Us? Scary thought.”

“Am I so terrifying?” She asked. Careful, Dave.

“Sometimes.”

“When?”

“When you’re on top of me, and you get that certain look in your eyes. I know then that the only thing to do is hang on tight and go along for the ride, hoping that I survive.”

“You mean that you get scared that I’m going to fuck you to death?”

“You never know. Sometimes it’s a close thing.”

Kim smiled. “Good to know, my love. I think you just made my day. See you at 6. I’ll have the Vixen in tow.”

I just shook my head as I watched her walk away. It made her happy to think she was that good in the sack? And she told me I was always surprising her.

At dinner, I was glad to realize that Brian ate left-handed, because Cindy was clearly not letting go of his right one while they ate. Fortunately, Food Service had concocted a one-armed meal. Mystery Stew Glop needed no knife. It might have been best eaten from a trough. The conversation was light, and we laughed a lot. Sunday night. Homework. Kim had had a fairly light practice, so less in need of a leg massage.

“Can you come over anyway? We can study together,” Kim asked.

“Why don’t you come to our room,” Brian said, looking at Cindy.

“Great idea!” Cindy positively beamed.

“Ground rules,” I said. “Everybody home by midnight?”

“Agreed!” The three said in unison.

“I just don’t want anyone walking in at inopportune moments,” I said.

“Good idea,” said Cindy, as she looked at Brian. I wondered if he would survive two nights in a row.

I gathered books and soon knocked on Kim’s door.

“It’s open.”

I came in to find Kim under the covers of her bed, blanket pulled up to her chin.

“Play before work! Get in here.”

Off came the T-shirt. Down went the shorts and Jockeys. My pole stuck out straight.

“Wait! Bring that over here,” Kim said. I walked to the edge of the bed. She went up on an elbow, and found herself at the perfect height to take me down her throat, which she did, grasping the base of my shaft. “Should Kadıköy Escort I terrify you?” she looked up at me, wickedly.

“How ’bout I terrify you?”

“Betcha can’t!”

“Bet I can!”

“What’s the bet?”

“T or B.”

“T or B?”

“Top or bottom. Winner chooses.”

Kim looked at me. “And just how does either one of those constitute losing?”

I shrugged. And grinned.

She gave me One Of Those Looks. “You’re on!”

“Stand up!” Kim got out of bed and stood before me, naked.

“Turn around.” She turned her delightful backside to me.

One hand on her waist, I pushed in the middle of her back, bending her at the waist. She steadied herself with her hands on the bed. I immediately moved in and mounted her from behind. Both hands went to her waist, and within a few strokes I was pounding her. The sound of my flesh smacking her flesh filled the room as we fucked. She got into it, and fucked me back, matching rhythm.

Her hot pussy felt so good to me. Holding her as we made love felt so good. Hearing her moan and sigh sounded so good. She jammed back against me and shuddered as an orgasm took her. I held still for only a moment, then resumed the pounding.

Slim back before me, hair hanging down. Lovely slim ass. She was so beautiful. So fuckable. So lovable. I watched as my cock pistoned in and out.

She went over the top again, harder than before. This time I didn’t stop.

“Oh, God! David! Please! Stop for a second!” Kim panted. “Stop!”

“Are you terrified?”

“Yes! Yes! Stop, please! You win!”

I stopped, buried to the hilt. “So, I get to choose!”

“Yes! You win!”

I pulled her up so I could nuzzle her chin, my member still warm inside. I could hold her breasts and finger her clit. I could run my hands up her sides and just enjoy the feel of her skin. So nice.

“I choose B,” I said assertively. “And Kim? Slowly, tenderly, lovingly.”

Her smile lit up the room. “With pleasure!”

“That, too.”

We crawled into bed and she climbed atop me. I pulled the covers up over her as she guided me into her warmth. She then tenderly, calmly, gently fucked my lights out. How anyone could make love so intensely, with such grace, beauty, and quiet passion is beyond me. She covered me with kisses, melted hr body into mine, pressed every inch of her flesh to my flesh. Her hair was so silky and soft, her skin so smooth and velvety. She did all the work, as my hardness slid in and out. She would hold me in, and then withdraw me until only my helmet penetrated. Then teasing without teasing, she would rotate her hips round and round just the end of me and torture me with her lovemaking. She would look at me and smile while she did this, enjoying my discomfort-which-was-ecstasy, enjoying the control she had over my pleasure. This was all for me. It was physical without seeming so, passionate without exhaustion. You know how someone who’s really expert at something makes it look effortless? That’s how Kim made it look. I was being expertly fucked. It was transcendently joyous. Every cell of my body tingled as I lay on my back accepting the offering of pure love she gave me with her body. It was excruciating. It was incredible. It was like nothing, ever.

“Kim. I need to fill you with my love,” I said, that familiar feeling welling up. It was going to be a big one. I took her breasts in my hands and held them, squeezing her nipples. I kissed each of them, lightly nipping them with teeth. I settled back, holding them, and looked at her beautiful face.

“Yes. Dave, give me every bit,” Kim looked at me, eyes soft and full. I went past the point of no return. She saw it in me, smiled, and ground me into her all the way. I felt my semen rise, felt it come every inch up from my balls, and out through my shaft. Every inch of travel, until it burst forth into my beloved lady. She felt it in her, and her eyes went wide, mouth forming a silent “Oh” as my essence bathed her insides. My climax brought her own, clamping down on me with her pussy muscles, having full-body shudders, squeezing me with her legs, and pulling me to her with a frenzy of passionate kisses, her tongue plunging into my mouth, where I sucked it and nipped it and caressed it with my own. Now it was for her, too. We were outside of time. The world quieted as our spirits became one, as our bodies had become one. There was no sound anywhere on the planet. All was still.

Hemingway wrote in “For Whom the Bell Tolls” that the earth moves during lovemaking only three times in a lifetime. Maybe. I noticed the stillness that wrapped itself around Kim and me so often when we made love. We would be cocooned from the universe, in a place where only we two existed. There was nothing but our two bodies, entwined, and the love that welded us together.

She snuggled into my neck. I held her tight. We slowly came back to earth.

“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced,” I said. “That was beyond wonderful.”

She looked at me with heavy lidded eyes and nodded, slightly, once. I interrupted her wan smile with my lips, just as softly as I could manage. “I love you more than you know.”

“No, Dave,” she shook her head this time, slightly, just once. “If I love you that much, too, then I do know.”

I chuckled. “You’re always right.”

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Charles turns around from the door, smiling at the knelt Serene. “You are gorgeous lass.” He lightly traces her lips with his thumb. She opens it obediently. “From what I understand, you’ve only been here a week. Is that right, dear?”

Serene nods with his thumb in her mouth. “Yes, My Lord.”

“In here you are to call me Sir, is that understood.”

“Yes Sir.”

“That’s a good lass. Get undressed and get on all fours on the bed.” He leans back against the wall, arms crossed as he watches her slowly get undressed. As each part of her becomes naked, he feels his manhood getting bigger and bigger. Serene climbs onto the big bed, on all fours in perfect form.

His large rough hand gives her bottom a big slap, grabbing her ass cheek. “Why look at that.” He spreads her ass cheeks. Serene blushes a little as her intimate parts are exposed to a man she met less than an hour ago. “Ah, there it is.” His face gets closer to her tight pussy and virgin ass. His thumb lightly rubs her asshole, making her moan. “You’ve never had anything in here, dear?”

She shakes her head. “Just a finger from one of the slaves, Sir. Per Mistress’ commands.”

He spits on it as he pushes his thumb in hard. She screams out in some slight pain. “Mmmm virgin ass. My favorite.” He breathes in her scent. “You’d be surprised how hard it is to find virgin ass. Most of the sluts in the country take it up the ass before their cunts. To be able to say they are virgins for their marriage.” His tongue flicks against her pussy lips. She shudders with pleasure. “I told Katerina, the next time she got a new slave in with an untouched ass, I wanted her.” He spanks her again, leaving a red handprint.

Charles takes his thumb out of her ass, before replacing it with his tongue. Serene’s eyes roll back in her head as she lets out a big moan. He smiles as he eats out her ass, his thick tongue darting in and out of her hole, as much as he possibly can. He holds her steady, his hands gripping her ass cheeks. Serene grips the duvet as he eats out her ass.

“That… that feels so good. Thank you Sir.” She whimpers softly.

“On your back.” He says roughly, rolling her over. She looks up into his intense green eyes. “Hold your legs.” Serene holds them gently. “Wider, slut.” Her pussy wettens as he name calls her. She spreads her legs into a split, holding them above her head. “There you go.” He pats her pussy, starting off gently, increasing in impact. Serene lets out little yelps as the heat from his slaps make her pussy a soft red. He smiles devilishly, lightly rubbing her clit with his calloused thumb, before leaning down.

His tongue traces the outer layer of her pussy lips, immediately making Serene wet as the ocean. He gently starts to kiss her tight mound, watching her drip. He grips the back of her legs, digging his nails into her, dragging them down. Serene shivers from the sensation. His tongue darts in and out of her tight hole, as she moans and purrs. Her toes curl up, as Charles starts to nibble at her clit. She tosses her head back into the bed as he licks and sucks her sensitive nub.

“Fuck Sir, you are so good at that. Thank you for eating out my cunt!” She cries out, as her climax starts to peak. She bites her lip, as she struggles to fight off the orgasm. As she squirms, he picks up the pace, making her scream out in pleasure. He holds her, eating her out as if he has not eaten in days. Her legs shake as her eyes roll back. “Please Sir, may I cum?!” Kartal Escort She screams out.

“Cum, you gorgeous slut. CUM!” He yells into her pussy. She shakes as her body tenses up, her orgasm cresting. She lets out a loud moan as she gushes on his face and the bed. Charles smiles against her pussy as her sweet honey drenches his beard. She lets out cute little squeaks as she comes down from her climax. Charles’ hand pats her sweet pussy. “That’s a good girl.” His pointer finger and middle finger on either side of her sensitive clit, rubbing it lazily.

She smiles down at him, as she pants. “Thank you, Sir.” He smirks at her, while he gently rubs her clit with his thumb, pulling back her hood, occasionally kissing her exposed clit, watching her shiver with each touch. After Serene completely comes down from her orgasm high, he stands up.

“Undress me, Serene. Ready my cock for that tight ass of yours.” Serene gulps and nods. She slowly takes off his shirt, tilting her head up to his, gazing into his eyes. He touches her chin and pulls her in for a soft kiss. Her hands roam towards his chaps as he kisses her, tugging them off gently. Charles’ cock springs out, only half hard. He smiles, leaning back on the bed, seeming proud of himself. Serene glances down at his, as far as she could tell, average cock. “Well go on, dear. Let me see how good you use your pretty little mouth.”

She kneels below him, slowly taking his cock into her mouth. She gently sucks his half hard cock. “This will be easy in comparison to James’ cock.” She thinks to herself. Serene takes her hand and gently plays with Charles’ balls as she sucks.

Suddenly, she starts to feel him stiffen up, growing dramatically in her mouth. Out of nowhere, Serene gags on his enlarged cock. In an instant, as it seems, it went from 5 inches and thin to 8 inches and thick. Incredibly thick. Serene suddenly starts to panic, thinking about taking this massive rod in her ass.

Charles roughly grabs the back of her hair, pulling her in harder. As he gently face fucks her, Serene’s eyes water as he hits the back of her throat. “Ohhh… I certainly wish they made them like you in Scotland. I might have to borrow you from Katerina.” He moans and smirks down at her. “Would you like that girl? Being used by me and mine for a few weeks up north?” Unable to answer due to the large member down her throat, she just nods, sucking him harder. His ass flexes as he ruts into her throat, eyes rolling back. Losing himself in her throat and mouth, he suddenly starts to refocus on her… and her virgin ass.

He clears his throat, sliding out of her mouth. “That’s a good girl.” He strokes her face, as she shivers away. The tea is not strong enough to calm her new nerves that have risen. “Shhh… it’s alright dear. It won’t hurt, as long as you aren’t tense.” He goes to the drawer, taking out a powder, placing some on his finger. “Here, lick.” Serene does as she is told, taking the powder, licking and sucking his finger. “Just a bit more to make you relax a bit, darling.” He cups her face in his hands, kissing her deeply. She melts into his touch, feeling her worries melt away. “Lay on your stomach, sweet one.”

She nods and gets on the bed, laying flat on her stomach. She feels Charles get on the bed, straddling her. “This will be a bit cold.” He whispers as he puts a cream on her asshole. He covers his cock with the silky cream too. He holds open her ass, gingerly rubbing the cream Yakacık Escort in. Serene feels her ass gently opening against his thumb.

Swiftly, he mounts her, slowly sinking his thick cock into her virgin ass. Serene screams out in pain, as her eyes well up with tears. He holds himself there, just his thick tip in her ass. She breathes in deep breaths. She shakes and shivers, feeling the sob subside as her ass gets use to his tip in her ass.

He strokes her face softly, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Are you alright?” She nods. “Do you want me to keep going?”

She nods and whispers, “Yes. Please keep going Sir.”

He kisses her cheek again, as he sinks more of his 8 inch cock into her tight ass. He moans softly into her ear as he starts to fuck her rosebud. Sweating, Serene also starts to moan softly, feeling it get easier to take his member with every stroke. She’s thankful for her juices and the cream he put on her ass before starting. She shuttered at the thought of doing this without it. “God, you are such a good girl, such a good girl.” He whispers and bites her earlobe.

She moans louder with each thrust, feeling her body respond in a way she never in her wildest dreams imagined. Her pussy drips down onto the bed some more, her nipples hard against the bed.

“Do you want me to fuck this ass harder?” He moans into her ear.

“Yes. Please Sir. Fuck my ass harder.” She moans out.

Charles smiles and grunts loudly as he positions himself. He takes her arms behind her back, and pulls her hair, as he starts to fuck her ass relentlessly. Charles pounds his manhood into her tight hole repeatedly. Never ceasing, never slowing down. He smiles as he feels her body tensing up, knowing her orgasm is close.

“Someone likes her ass fucked, doesn’t she?”

“Yes Sir. I love it.” She pants.

“Who’s a little ass slut?”

“I am.” She moans.

Charles spanks her ass hard. “LOUDER.” He roars.

“I’m the little ass slut, SIR!” She screams out.

“That’s right. Oh fuck… mmm I’m going to fill your ass with my cum. You will cum when I say.”

Serene moans and nods as he commands. He thrusts into her a few more times before yelling out. “CUM NOW!” He spurts his hot sticky semen into her tight hole, filling her with the warm goodness she has been longing for. She moans out as she drips onto the bed, her body tensing up as she cums from his member. She shivers and shakes as he collapses on top of her. His hot breath caresses her ear, as he pants. He slowly lets go of her arms and hair, turning her face to the side. Charles licks and nibbles her earlobe, in between kissing her cheek. “That’s a good girl.” He whispers. She moans softly as he praises her.

Charles slowly starts to release his cock from her tight ass. As he pulls out, he watches a some of his cum drips out of her hole. Charles cannot help but smile with pride. He rolls off of her, laying next to her on the bed. His right arm opens up, inviting her into the crook of his chest. Serene cautiously moves towards him, resting her head on his chest.

Charles tilts Serene’s face up to his and kisses her deeply. “How is my little anal slut feeling?”

“Fantastic, Sir.” Serene whispers.

“That’s a good girl. I’m certainly going to give Katerina a good report in regards to you tomorrow.”

“That’s very kind of you, Sir.” She says, blushing.

“There’s a lot more where that came from, sweet one. We still Kadıköy Escort have much of the night a head of us. But not much more time in this room…” He says gently, caressing her hair. Serene pouts a little, not wanting to leave the solace of the room. Charles tisk’s his teeth. “Tsk, now, now. No pouting. Good sluts don’t pout.” He kisses her nose. “Don’t worry. You’ll get much attention tonight, little one.” He guides her slender hand down to his half hard manhood, wrapping her fingers around it.

Without hesitation, Serene starts to stroke his member, feeling it quickly stiffen in her little hand. Charles grunts a little bit, as she makes his solider stand at attention. “Well look at that…” He pants, throwing his head back into the pillows. “Get that ass on my cock. Now.” He says sternly.

Serene straddles Charles, facing him. “No, girl. Reverse yourself. I want to watch that ass take my monster cock.” She turns around, feeling the warmth coming off his cock tasing her asshole. She opens her ass cheeks, and slowly starts to line herself up with his rod. “There you go. Show me how much of an ass slut you are.” He spanks her ass hard. Serene yelps and starts to push his tip into her tight asshole. Her eyes close and her brow furrows, as the initial pain is still intense. She keeps just his tip in her ass before slowly starting to bounce. Serene feels Charles’ rough hands take hold of her ass, opening it up more

“That’s a girl. Fuck this cock. Fuck that sluttly asshole of yours.” He grunts, spanking her over and over.

Serene starts to feel herself losing control. Her eyes rolling back, as her hand finds its way to her clit. Pleasantly slick, she rubs small circles around her sensitive nub. Charles smiles from behind her, pleased with what a natural whore she is. His large hand wraps around her hair, pulling it back, making her arch her back. Serene starts to feel his cock pulsating in her ass, as her own body starts to climb her climax mountain again. Charles watches as she enjoys herself, timing out is own orgasm with hers.

Holding her in place, Charles starts to rut into her ass. Serene’s body starts to tense up, leaking her sweet liquid all over the bed. As she starts to cum, she lets out a deep moan, as does Charles. Watching her enjoy herself, losing herself like that, completely sends him over the edge. He pumps thick ropes of cum into her ass once again.

Serene smiles, and then suddenly her blood runs cold. Nervously, she looks back. “I’m sorry I came without asking for permission, Sir…” She trembles.

“It’s alright, sweet Serene…” He kisses her deeply. “I was enjoying watching you. You’re a wild one, aren’t you?”

Serene blushes and shakes her head. “No, not at all, Sir.”

“Hmm… well you certainly have a bit of wildness in you. Probably why you want to be tied up and whipped. To let go. To be able to be in touch with your animalistic side…” His thumb drags along her lips, making their way down to her nipples, watching them stand at attention. Quickly, he spanks her ass, pulling her off of him, almost like a rag doll.

“Come, dress me and let’s go show off that gapping asshole of yours. Your Mistress will be pleased.”

Serene smiles as she grabs his clothing, dressing him quickly. While she does, he continues to kiss her, tease her nipples, and makes her suck his fingers, driving her crazy. Her pussy continues to drip down, as she slides the little clothing that she’s allowed to wear on herself.

Charles smiles at her, holding out his elbow. “Come Serene. Let the maids clean the room for the next few guests. There is still so much to see and do.” She grabs hold of his elbow, as they start to make their way toward the main room again.

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These true events occurred at the start of the Christmas holidays after my first term at university. They centre on Lisa the girls cherry I popped the previous summer. You will see she clearly leant a lot in her first term at university. These events occurred over 25 years ago hence no cell phones etc. Enjoy – Steve.

*****

It was a Friday night on my first day back home after my first term at university. I was at the Windmill pub and hadn’t intended to go out as I had to start a Christmas job at 7.00am the next day. My friend Mark had other ideas and earlier telephoned me at my parent’s house badgering me to go out with him for a drink.

‘So how many girls you fucked at university then?’

‘Ere well…’

‘If it was me it would be hundreds.’

I was tempted to explain to Mark that as a term only lasts for ten weeks, in the highly unlikely event he could fuck a girl a day that would only equate to seventy and not the “hundreds” he had implied. However, in deference to Mark he had watched a pirated copy of “University Sex Explosion.” The sordid video-tape contained a bunch of forty something male porn stars pretending to be university students, each one had multiple sex with women who were of student age. Mark being unable to separate fact from fiction genuinely believed this sort of thing went on at university.

Poor old Mark was never going to go to university; he had left school at 16 and gone to work for a local gardening company. Mark quickly dispensed with asking me about university and instead started talking his favourite subject himself and his amazing sex life.

‘Yeah did I tell you what happened the other day.’

‘No Mark.’

‘Yeah, well there was this…’

‘It’s not the story about that older woman and her neglected bush is it?’

‘No.’

‘Twin sisters?’

‘No you cunt, are you taking the piss?’

‘No of course not, please do tell.’

‘Well there was this like, mother and daughter, and I was doing their garden and the mother’s like sunbathing, topless like, I was staring at her, she wanted it, her cunt was dripping wet. So I’m staring at her from a distance…’

I gave an exaggerated yawn. If he going to make up stories he had to at least make them credible, who on earth sunbathes in England in December?

‘Yeah, and then I feel these hands slide up my trousers and it’s like her daughter looking at me, then she squeezes my cock through my trousers. “Oh you’re so big,” she moans. “Yeah I know,” I tell her. Then she unzips me takes my cock her hand, I’m really hard at this point.’

‘Yeah obviously,’ I replied just going through the motions. I looked round the pub hoping I would spot someone else who I could talk to. It was reasonably busy and decked out with cheap Christmas decorations. Meanwhile Mark continued…

‘Then she takes me in her…’

‘Surprise!’ A female voice in my ear.

Fuck, what’s going on, the room’s gone black. It takes a split second to realise someone’s put their hands over my eyes blinding me. The hands are soft, warm with a smell of tobacco as I try to think of any girls I know who smoke.

“Who is it?” I was tempted to ask but before I can, the hands are released and the stranger walks round in front of me.

‘Hi Steve,’ she flashes me a smile.

She looks really familiar like I should know instantly who she is, it’s strange, and I think I do but I don’t. It’s the pub the Windmill, where I am sat with Mark that’s the clue, as I say ‘Lisa.’

She smiles nods, before stating, ‘yeah…’ in a sort of shagged out transatlantic drawl.

‘Sorry I…’ she had seriously lost allot of weight, her hair was much shorter and straighter. Also, Lisa had totally lost the desperate, “I can’t believe you might even consider having sex with me,” look. Instead it was a confident, “I will fuck whoever I want to.”

She held my gaze staring into my eyes, as I recalled the last time I had stared into them was just after I had shot a load of cum into her unprotected womb. I was forced to say, ‘you you look really different.’

‘Yeah,’ as she slid her hand down her flat stomach, ‘there’s not so much of me now.’

I just nodded as she lit a cigarette.

‘Cigarettes,’ as she puffed out a plume of smoke, ‘red wine and sex.’

‘Sorry?’

‘My diet.’

I was somewhat aghast by her change in appearance and personality as she turned to Mark, ‘so.’

‘So?’

‘Let’s hear the rest of your story.’

‘Story.’

‘Yeah, what you were telling Steve, we got to where she had your cock in her hand, did she blow you? I bet she did, me, I love the taste of cum.’

Lisa looked at me, and then put on this deliberate confused face before pronouncing, ‘oh Steve I didn’t swallow with you did I?’

I was totally shocked that she could be so open about our night together where I took her virginity. Although I don’t think I was as shocked as Mark as Lisa edged closer to him, and said, ‘he’s really good you know.’

‘What?’

‘At eating pussy, in fact he’s almost as good as a girl!’ Lisa then gave a huge throaty laugh to Mark’s incredulous Bostancı Escort look.

And with that she was off down to the far end of the pub.

Mark’s reaction was strange, he sort of sat there for about five minutes taking small sips from his drink and crunching on his packet of crisps. Eventually I asked, ‘you alright?’

‘Yeah,’ before he spluttered, ‘did you shag it then?’

‘I can’t tell you that.’

Mark took another sip of his drink, ‘you never did tell us what happened that night you went out with a drink with her.’

‘No I didn’t did I?’

‘Well she seems to think you shagged her, dirty slag.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Her.’

I chuckled, ‘are you just pissed off?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Well, when she was carrying a few more pounds I heard a rumour she fancied you.’

‘No that’s bollocks.’

‘So you wouldn’t?’

‘Wouldn’t what?’

‘Shag her.’

Mark looked at her down the other end of the pub, ‘nah, I have much better offers all the time at work.’

‘Oh really,’ I replied dismissively.

We continued the rest of our drink not much was spoken, I said I was back at the supermarket where I had worked on the summer starting tomorrow. A couple of other people came and went. It was towards the end of the evening when I caught Lisa’s eye, she was still at the other end of the pub with some friends. I recognised most of them from school but didn’t really know them all that well.

‘Shall we go over?’ I said to Mark motioning in the direction of Lisa and her friends.

‘Why?’

‘To be sociable, it is nearly Christmas.’ Mark said something but I ignored him and got up walked the short distance to where Lisa was, ‘hi you alright?’

‘Good thanks.’

‘How’s uni?’

She smiled, ‘good, lots of new people,’ she lowered her voice and looked at me seductively, ‘and new experiences.’

‘I see.’

‘I don’t think you do.’

‘Sorry.’

She looked around, ‘with you, it was the best.’

‘Really?’

‘Yeah, I’ve had crap sex,’ she then raised her voice enough for her friends to hear, ‘like really, really crap sex, like he cums before he’s even properly inside you.’

‘Okay,’ I said hoping she would quieten down a bit. It was at this juncture Mark wondered over.

‘Mark,’ greeted Lisa.

Mark grunted a response.

‘Mark, Marky Mark, who is so full of hot stories.’

Mark appeared uncomfortable as he looked around hoping in the hope one of Lisa’s friends would silence her. But nobody intervened allowing Lisa to continue.

‘So Marky, this girl was sucking you off and then what happened? You said her mother was sunbathing topless,’ Lisa giggled, ‘did mother come over and say “no daughter you’re doing it wrong, it’s like this,” and proceed to take you in her mouth?’

‘Er, yeah it was something like that.’

‘So who was better at sucking your cock? Mother or daughter?’

A couple of Lisa’s friends rolled their eyes, some others drifted off. Time at the bar had earlier been called and so a few minutes later there was just me, Mark, Lisa and Lisa’s friend Chloe. Chloe was fairly quiet and reserved, in the background was Chloe’s boyfriend Ben who I vaguely knew from school. I could see he was getting annoyed with Lisa, possibly worried she might corrupt Chloe with her outlandish behaviour.

‘Drink up,’ boomed the Landlord, ‘haven’t you lot got home to go too,’ as he collected the empty glasses on the surrounding tables.

‘Lisa we’re going,’ announced Chloe as she stood smiled at the Landlord and walked over to Ben, ‘do you still want a lift?’

‘Yeah, we can party round at mine.’

‘I don’t know about that.’

‘See you then Lisa.’

‘Oh no,’ she moaned, ‘Steve you can come back with us, can’t he Chloe?’

‘I suppose.’

Whilst he had not been invited Mark managed to tag along as we walked the short distance to Chloe’s Ford Fiesta which had been parked in the pub car park.

Ben sat in the front next to Chloe whilst I sat in the back in the middle between Lisa and Mark. As the car set off I felt Lisa’s thigh brush against me, ‘you really were the best she whispered.’

‘So you keep saying.’

‘I mean it Steve, I really mean it.’

‘Mmm,’ I murmured as I began to feel myself getting hard.

‘Do you think we can lose him?’

‘Yeah,’ I whispered, ‘he lives near Chloe. Can you get her to drop him off?’

‘Will do,’ replied Lisa as I felt her head rest on my shoulder.

About ten minutes later we were outside Lisa’s parent’s house.

Mark had tapped Ben on the shoulder so Ben got out of the car enabling Mark to exit followed by Lisa and me.

Chloe eyed up the three of us, ‘we need to get back.’

Lisa walked over to the passenger window which Chloe had wound down and whispered presumably about taking Mark back.

Chloe shook her head.

‘Oh Chloe!’

‘No Lisa.’

Lisa stomped her foot in a huff and walked up her drive.

Me and Mark followed, turning she whispered, ‘you need to be quiet my parents are in.’

‘Where’s the Ümraniye Escort toilet I need a slash.’

Lisa pointed Mark to a door near the stairs before she went into the front room as I followed after her.

‘I don’t believe Chloe, can’t you get rid of him?

‘How am I supposed to do that?’

‘I don’t know.’

Mark returned, looked around the front room admiring the expensive decor, ‘can we put some music on?’

‘No,’ said Lisa, ‘that’s a two-grand stereo.’

‘Drink then?’

Lisa nodded, then fixed me a glare and exited the room.

With Lisa out of the way I turned to face my friend, ‘Mark, what you still doing here?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Two’s company, three’s a crowd and all that.’

‘Do you want me to go then?’

‘I think that’s the general idea.’

Just then Lisa appeared with a bottle of red wine and three glasses

‘Mark was just about to go weren’t you Mark?’

‘Well…’

‘No it’s okay he can stay.’

I looked at Lisa surprised she had changed her mind but then I saw the wicked glint in her eye. She then poured out three glasses, ‘bottoms up,’ she toasted.

‘Cheers.’

As I said it was a very big room with two settees and a couple of armchairs Mark and I sat on an arm chair each whilst Lisa stretched out on one of the settees.

‘So what shall we talk about?’ asked Lisa.

I shrugged my shoulders, Lisa smiled before announcing, ‘sex, let’s talk about sex. So Mark, this mother and daughter, do tell me more I love a hot story.’

He looked away red faced and embarrassed.

‘Come on Marky lets hear all the details.’

‘Just this bird I shagged on a job, happens all the time.’

‘Oh I bet it does,’ laughed Lisa, turning to face Mark, ‘so how many?’

‘Sorry.’

‘How many women have you slept with?’

‘I don’t know, loads I guess.’

‘Oh Mark you can do better than that, more than a hundred?’

‘No.’

‘Fifty?’

‘No.’

‘Ten?’

‘Er yeah,’ he replied a bit too overeagerly, ‘about that many.’

‘Wow that’s a lot more than me. I’ve only slept with five,’ she deliberately paused, ‘girls.’

There was a deadly hush in the room.

She smiled, ‘girls are so much better at sex than boys they really know how to please and are not selfish, although not all boys are bad at sex are they Steve?’

I replied with a smirk.

Lisa continued, ‘Steve here took my cherry in this vey house didn’t you? I thought all boys would be like you, you know nice and gentle, licking me out, oh Steve your pussy licking skills are almost as good as a girls, in fact you could show some girls a trick or two.’

Now I don’t know whether Lisa was making up the whole lesbian thing up or just to get a reaction from Mark. But if that was her intention it was certainly working as she continued.

‘My first time with a girl, it was an accident, it just sort of happened, I was seeing this guy I really liked him but he cheated on me, and I was so upset crying in my room. One of my friends was walking past and heard my sobbing, knocked on my door. “What’s wrong?” She asked and I poured my heart out to her, she cuddled me, held me close. I could smell her perfume her body up close against me. I felt something, do you know what I mean?’

I nodded; I don’t know about Mark, but this story true or not was really turning me on.

‘Then we looked into each other’s eyes, both smiled, we both wanted it, wanted each other really bad, then we just started kissing each other, God I was so turned on and so was she, before I knew it she had my top and bra off and one of my nips in her mouth, God I got so wet, so quickly.’

I now had a hard-on which was proving a bit uncomfortable; attempting to adjust myself Lisa raised an eyebrow.

‘You alright Steve?’

‘Yeah.’

Lisa then took a large swig from her glass leaving it almost empty, ‘opps,’ she said as she looked into the diminished contents.

‘What’s up?’ I asked.

‘Red wine, it really makes me horny, better not have anymore.’

With that she stood up, ‘I’m just off to the loo.’

Once out of the room I said to Mark, ‘she’s gagging for it.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘What do you think I mean Mark. She wants some cock, are you going to do anything about it?’

‘I thought she was yours and you were…’

‘I think at this precise moment she’s anyone’s.’ Looking Mark in the eye and nodding to the door, ‘so how about it?’

‘What?’

‘Go to the bathroom, she’s probably in there waiting for you now.’

‘I, I…’ he stammered, ‘well I’m er, you know,’ he then seemed to draw inspiration from somewhere as he concluded, ‘I’m a bit shagged out at the moment.’

Shaking my head I went over to the table with the bottle of wine and filled up Lisa’s glass before sitting back down.

Mark looked a bit confused, I heard the toilet flush and a few moments later Lisa re-appeared.

‘You okay boys?’

‘Yeah,’ I replied before looking at her glass, and remarking, ‘Mark’s filled you up.’

‘Oh did you Mark?’

‘I…’ Ataşehir Escort he spluttered.

‘I think he wants to get you all horny.’

‘Do you Mark?’

‘Well…’

‘He’s always saying he regrets not going out with you in the summer.’

‘Mark is that true?’

‘I guess.’

‘God I was so nervous back in the summer wasn’t I?.’

I nodded before replying, ‘but I think you’ve made up for it now.’

‘Yeah, but back then I was afraid you wouldn’t fancy me, but then when I caught you staring, you know at my tits and you said that thing about girls in purple dresses, I guess you fancied me, but I was still unsure whether you would do it with me. I had to call Michelle from the pub.’

Lisa continued, ‘I was such a virgin back then, I’d never even seen a real cock let alone suck on one, or let one explode deep inside me. Oh, remember Steve how I woke you up in the middle of the night?’

I nodded.

Lisa turned to face Mark, ‘I was just so horny, so I started to play with Steve’s cock which just made me even hornier. I just wanted to have his cock inside me, despite the fact we’d run out of condoms and I wasn’t on the pill. And then Steve woke up, remember when you fingered me I was so wet wasn’t I?’

‘Very wet.’

‘And remember how you got me on my back and started to tease me with your cock didn’t you, not slipping it in just teasing me with it. Fuck I so wanted you to slip it into me, I couldn’t wait till the morning for you to get some condoms. Then after a while you slipped your whole bare cock all the way in. It felt so amazing without a rubber in the way, and then it got even better when you started to fuck me, but then you stopped. I was so, so frustrated, so then, oh fuck Mark, I did something really bad and naughty, I can’t believe I did that.’

‘What?’ Asked Mark now excited.

‘I said to Steve, “will you cum inside me.” Oh God for some reason I just wanted to feel his cum inside me, my period was due shortly so I didn’t think I could get pregnant I was just so horny wasn’t I?’

I nodded.

‘Remember how I kept whispering for you to cum inside me, and eventually it all got a bit too much for you and you did. I will remember that for the rest of my life, the first boy to see my tits, suck them, lick my pussy put his dick in me and then best of all to cum inside and to take my cherry properly. All in one evening. I think Steve, that’s what made it even more exciting.’

‘What?’

‘The risk that you could have given me a baby.’

I swallowed hard, relieved that I had not got her pregnant.

‘Still that can’t happen now.’

‘How do you mean?’

‘I got put on the pill before I went to uni, just as well,’ she laughed.

‘Just as well,’ I remarked. I then looked Lisa up and down.

‘What?’ She remarked coyly.

‘You going to have another sip of wine?’

‘Maybe.’

‘Or are you horny enough?’

‘Looks like I’m not the only one,’ replied Lisa as she looked down at the bulge in my trousers.

‘Yeah,’ I replied, ‘just recalling our wonderful night together.’

‘Mmm, it was good wasn’t it?’

I nodded as we stared at each other for a while oblivious to Mark’s presence.

The silence was broken as Lisa smiled at me, got up from the settee and walked over to me before whispering, ‘we can’t go upstairs,’ with that she took hold of my hand, ‘it’ll have to be the utility room.’ I cast a look over to Mark and smiled.

Mark sat there red-faced with an obvious erection, knowing that I would be fucking Lisa just metres away and he’d been there on his own with his virginity still intact.

What Lisa did next shocked me at the time and still to this day I can’t believe what she did. For as we walked past Mark she stopped then took hold of his hand too. For my part I was in a state of bewilderment as Lisa led us both across the hall through the kitchen and into the utility room. She then closed the door and placed a chair under it thus preventing it being opened from the kitchen. The room was illuminated by a neon strip light.

The three of us just stood there for a moment Mark looked terrified.

‘Are you okay Marky?’ asked Lisa.

‘I…’

‘What what is it?’ She ran her hand down his chest and he flinched, ‘oh Mark don’t you like me touching you?’

‘No, I mean yes I do.’

‘Oh Mark,’ she said, her hand was on his chest, ‘your poor thing, your heart is beating like crazy. You can’t be nervous not after all the things you’ve done.’

‘Er no it’s not that…’

‘What is it Mark?’

‘I don’t.’

‘You don’t find me attractive?’ With one swift movement she had pulled off her sweater leaving in just a vest like garment the outline of her bra clearly visible. ‘Is that better?’

‘Oh fuck,’ grunted Mark.

Lisa ignored him as she took off her vest leaving her just in her bra, her erect nipples clearly visible. ‘Is that even better?’

Mark nodded.

‘Hmm, well, Mark, what is it?’

‘Sorry I’m nervous.’

‘But why?’ As she looked at him intently.

‘Ere yeah well…’ he spluttered.

‘Oh Mark,’ she replied mockingly, ‘is there something you want to tell me?’

‘I’m …’

‘Yes.’

‘I’m not really that experienced.’

‘Well neither am I it’s not like I’ve,’ she paused as she looked us both up and down, ‘done anything like this before.’

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