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We made a date to meet two nights from then. She said she could stay out

late as her husband would be out of town. “His out of town, I think he

is fucking his girlfriend outside the city limits, the rotton bastard.”

She asked if we could go to my place and we did. We arrived at my

apartment and I ushered her in. I fixed us drinks and we went into the

bedroom and two minutes later we were naked and fucking. After we both

came she said she had tape-recorded her husband when he was talking to his

secretary on the phone. She had the tape in her pocketbook and played it

for me. She had him by the balls they way he was professing love for his

secretary, Claudia and the names he was calling her like “sweet cunt,you

hot little box you, lucious tits, gravy pussy, my fuck bunny” and things

like that. It was really getting to Carolee and she started bawling.

I comforted her as best I could. I finally asked her what she was

going to do about it. She said that a showdown was in order with him.

I also asked about her children, Lizabeth who was sixteen, Beverly who

was fifteen and Bret who was thirteen.She said they would have to roll

with the punches. I said that’s basically what my son Steven did when

he and his mother divorced. I asked her how her and Gene met or got to-

gether as a permanent arrangement. She told me as follows.

She did a chhronigally list of her dates with Gene. Number denoting date.

She said as you can see we fell hard for each other and things progressed

quickly.

 1. Having known Gene for a while I was surprised when he asked if he

could come over to my house after school. I was also pleased that he

asked as I had a crush on him. My mom and dad were at work so we talked

and ended up kissing, very deep kissing on the sofa

 2. Next time over to my house, his hands progressed to my tits,

feeling them through my blouse and bra.

 3. Third time he had my tits out and was sucking on them. I did not

let him know my cunt was on fire. I wanted to grab his cock but I didn’t.

 4. Fourth date my breasts were out, my nipples hard as rocks, his hot

hands had traveled up my legs, past my stockings and garterbelt and

into my red panties. I had his cock out and was stroking it. I thought

things were progressing to fast but I did not want to stop. This wasn’t

the first time a boy had his hands in my panties but this time I knew

it was destined to go farther.

 5. Fifth date my tits are out, my skirt bunched about my waist, my

pastel blue panties are on the floor, my legs are apart with Gene finger

fucking my pussy while I am hysterical with the thrill. I am screaming in

pleasure as he fingers my pussy over the top. I then played with his cock,

he asked me to put it in my mouth. I asked if he would put my pussy in his

mouth and he said yes so I put his cock in mine and licked it and sucked

it till he came. I tried to swallow as much cum as I could. Afterwards he

put his head between my nylon clad legs and with his hard tongue in my

snatch. he ate my cunt off. I won’t go into details how he ate me, just

that I came and came good. My first time with a male was in- credible.

 6. The sixth date I had panty hose on which he said he didn’t like.

He said he was strickly stockings and garterbelts. I had no problem

with that.  I had worn garterbelts since I was twelve after I told mom I

didn’t like panty girdles. Mom said “Carolee, I wish I had the figure for

garterbelts like you do, but I don’t but you do, but you  can wear them

instead of panty girdles.” Later I found out Gene liked to look up his

sister’s dress when the opportunity arose and she also wore garterbelts

and tap pants which revealed a lot of hair and pussy. Later on I told

his sister about Gene looking up her dress but it did not bother her any.

Maybe she liked the forbidden thrill of exposing herself to her brother,

I don’t know. We ended up getting completely naked and sixty-nining each

other to a orgasm.

 7. The seventh date was almost the same as the sixth except I was back

to sexy garterbelts and while eating and fingering each other we talked

about fucking and did we want to do it. Yes, we decided we wanted to

fuck and as soon as we could get some rubbers for protection. Also this

time while eating my cunt Gene slipped his finger into my asshole region.

It felt funny there.

 8. In school Gene said he had made a rubber connection so that we

could fuck whenever we were ready. I think I was fucking ready about

date two.  He came over after school, I having arrived fifteen minutes

ahead of him.  I had selected a pretty dress and lingerie for this, my

cumming out party.  Another stroke of luck was that both parents would

not be home till about eight o’clock and it was only three-thirty now.

He arrived and we went into a long embrace. He told me that I looked

very beautiful which I know I did and I am not bragging. I was beautiful

brunett with the right figure, the right curves and a very pretty face.

I had no flaws.  I slowly stripped Gene and then asked him for the rubber,

which he gave me and I rolled it down onto his pulsating hard cock.

I told him to sit down as I was going to strip for him. The dress was

actually a two piece affair so I took the top off which left my full pink

color slip showing.  The whole bodice area of the slip was frilly lace.

Next came the bottom part of the dress which had the whole hem in pink

and white lace. I then asked him to help me re- move the slip which

he did. He starred at me and my sexy legs, the beige nylon stockings

being supported by my pink garterbelt, my black lace bra and my black

lace tap panties. His eyes bugged out of his head and I thought he was

going to shoot his load right there in the rubber but then he calmed down.

I was as hot sexually as he was. I slipped off my bra and dangled it in

his face and then I walked over to him, slid my tap panties crotch area

to one side and sat down on his cock. As lubricated as I was it went

in, met some resistance and went all the way in. Yes, we fucked till

we both came.I heard bells, sirens and whistles. My body never felt so

good till then. Afterwards I got off, slid the rubber off of his cock,

put the open end up to my mouth and sucked the creamy cum out of it into

my mouth and swallowed it. I said to him”My first fuck and I get to eat

it also.” He frenched kissed me.  We fucked three more times and he left

about seven-thirty.

 9. Yes we fucked, fucked more and then he reamed his finger into

my asshole. I thought I was going to shit. After getting over that feeling

I knew we had some- thing else where sex was concerned. We both reamed

and rimmed each others ass- holes that day till he had to go home.

10. He fucked me in the ass. I loved it. It was totally awesome. We did

not use a rubber for this and that hot cream flowing in my ass cavity

was so warm and erotic. To this day I am not sure what feels better,

a cunt fuck or an ass- hole fuck. As you can see in ten dates I learned

it all. That part I have never regretted and would do the same thing

over again without remorse. Yes, we did many things together besides sex.

It was a great relationship for a number of years but things change and

values change.

We graduated from high school, went away to college together and fucked

for the whole four years. After college we married, had two girls and

a boy who are now sixteen, fifteen and thirteen. About ten years ago I

think he had an affair but that seemed to peter out but this one is to

much and he is going to be history.  I just can’t take the cooing and

lovey-dovey shit he hands her on the phone. I know I am sneakey the way

I found out but that the ways it goes. We then kissed and she said “Rod,

will you fuck me in the ass, I need it bad.” I gave it to her good.She

screamed, yelled, clawed and what have you. I was equally thrilled as I

had never fucked a women in the ass before.We then had a regular cunt

fuck and then she left. Before leaving she said “I have some things to

sort out, will you please stay away from the library till I sort them

out.”With regrets I said I would.

Three nights later I arrived home from work and Carolee was there waiting

for me. She told me she had her showdown with Gene and that they would

file for a divorce. He was in love with Claudia who was fifteen years

younger (mid life crisis and young stuff syndrone for him). She said he

would move out this week- end. He moved out and she filed. Eventually her

kids got used to the thing of their mother dating. When she received

the final divorce from Gene we married and she and her kids moved in

with me to a new house Carolee and I purchased.

Four years later my son started dating Lizabeth, who was twenty and

Carolee was always on her because she never wore panties, even when

dressed up . When I told my son about this girl who never wore panties

he zerod in on her. Today they are married and have two children. So I

am Lizabeth’s step-father but also her father in law. Carolee and myself

have been married about twenty years now and have no regrets. The sex is

tremendous and the companionship is great. Gene and Claudia lasted about

six years and now Gene is a lonely man who drifts from woman to woman.

Something how this all started by my saying something sexy to Carolee in

the library. Yes, she still works there, and every once in a while I walk

into the library, get her alone and say “I want to eat the crotch out

of your sexy lace panties”and she says “meet me at the other end of the

parking lot after work.”  We meet and I eat her panties there. It’s great.

I honestly think she slipped first, but weather it was

cause or effect we will never know.  Some how she

slipped and pressed on my balls and I bit her nipple.

As love bites go it was a bit hard.  Not enough to

draw blood.  Not the hardest I had ever bitten a

nipple.  But defiantly not the lick she was expecting.

Neither her gasp, almost a whimper, nor her hands

flying from my cock to the sides of my head surprised

me.  But grinding her cunt on my cock and squeezing my

head to her did.  Suddenly I realized she was coming

while dry humping me.

When she finished I let go of her left nipple and

tried for her right.

“You hurt me.” She rubbed her nipple as she spoke, the

crinkled areola hiding my teeth marks.

“And you got off on it.”  No way I was not calling her

on that one.

“Yes. Is that sick or what?”

“Or what.  Its only sick if you are not doing

something you like.  And you did like that.”

We both knew it was not a question.

“Ever leave here with a customer?”

“Not alone, no.”

“Your blond friend, the one you were fingering, does

she know how you like it?”

“no”

“Do you want her to see?”

“no”  These last two answers had been barely audible

over the music.  The stone cold professional that had

sat down with me before was gone.

“Well we are even.  I’ve never picked up a girl in a

strip club before, and I don’t want my friends to see

us leave.  But you are leaving with me.”  Again, no

question was asked or answered.  But she had started

rocking on my cock again.  And this time all the heat

was not from friction.

“Can I have a sip?”

“Sure.”

Michael sampled a few drops of the foul-tasting diet softdrink, basking

in the beauty of the cute blond freshman from whom he had bummed the

drink.  He and Steve had come a few minutes late into the numerical

analysis lecture and Michael picked the two seats near the back, only

because of the cute babe with the soda.

“Thanks,” he said handing the can back.

“No problem,” she smiled back.  She had perfect white teeth Michael

noticed.  Without the glasses she’d be a model.

Michael took out his clipboard and started copying the first two boards

of linear programming equations.  The blond glanced at the paper he was

writing on and noticed that the subject, lecture number, date, and

topic headings were pre-printed on the otherwise blank graph paper.

His handwriting was fast but neat and he used a template to draw

colorful diagrams.

“Another nerd,” Karen sighed disappointedly.  “Too bad; he had the body

for it,” she thought to herself.  Karen had just broken up with her

third boyfriend in as many months.  The guys up north were either drunken

frat boys or boring nerds.  The obnoxious yankee sitting next to her

was cute but didn’t even have the time to notice her.

As soon as the bell sounded for the break, a pandemonium of folding

desks and babbling voices erupted, drowning out the end of the

professor’s lecture.

“You a computer person?” Michael asked the cute girl alluringly.

“Not hardly; I’m a civil engineering major,” Karen told the offensive

yankee.  “What about y’all?”

“Biomed,” he replied gazing into her blue eyes.  They somehow weren’t

quite round; She had weird eyes, he thought.  The pupils dilated as she

looked at him and Michael’s heart skipped a beat.  He had just read in

“Popular Psychology” that pupil dilation meant physical attraction.

Here was his chance to lose his virginity.

“Thanks for the soda.  You busy for dinner?”  he asked matter-of-factly.

“Um, er… no,” she stammered.  His question took her completely by

surprise. “I live up the hill and usually take my supper at the Jenson

Commons.”

“Great accent,” Michael thought.  “‘take my supper’  Ha!  She sounds

like a dixie bell,” he thought.  “I wonder if she had a debut and lives

on a big plantation at home,” he mused.

“Jenson’s food must be better than Leutner’s on north campus.  Hows

about I pick you up for an early dinner and then we catch the movie at

the film club?  It’s a gonna be a great film,”  he rambled.

“Well, I don’t rightly know.  We were never introduced,” she said slowly.

“Come on.  You can bring your roommates and friends.  It’ll be fun,” he

assured her.

“Well I suppose…”

“Great.  Where do you live?” he asked.

“Well I do declare!  I don’t even know your name.”

“Michael Wilson, from Philadelphia.  Pleased to meet you.”  Michael offered

his hand.

“Karen Lou-Anne Hammaker.  Pleased to meet you, Mr. Wilson,” she said

regaining some composure.

“Please call me Michael,” he said smiling expansively.  “Where should I

pick you up?”

“I live in the Morely dormitory.  I can meet you in the lounge there at

6:30.  Will that be all right?”

“That’s a little late.  The film starts at 6:30.  What about 5:30?  Is that

too early?”

“No.  5:30 will be fine.”

The word sounded like “fahn” when she spoke it.  Michael couldn’t help

smiling broadly at her beguiling southern accent.

The film was an excellent Swedish adventure story called “Man on the

Roof;” it had many slice-of-life scenes from daily Swedish life

including some steamy sex.  Michael took her hand at the begining of

the film and massaged her fingers and palms ever-so-lightly.  By the

time the film was over she was very wet in the crotch.

“Come on, I’ll walk you home,” he said as the lights came up.

“Thank you.”

They held hands during the walk and talked about school, professors and the

film.  When she unlocked the dormitory door, he came inside with her and

followed her wordlessly up the stairs to the suite she shared with four

other girls.

No one was in the common living room when they arrived; they silently

and discretely slipped into her tiny bedroom.  Karen closed the door

and gestured for Michael to sit on the tiny bed.  She sat next to him

and wordlessly they embraced and started necking.

At the ripe age of 17, Michael had problems breathing when he was

kissing a girl.  Though he had had a lot of practice petting and

necking, he could never get the breathing part right.  He somehow

couldn’t breathe through his nose properly, and didn’t want to exhale

in the girl’s mouth.  It made him nervous and he took uneven, raspy

breaths.

“Relax,” Karen told him.

Michael pushed her gently down onto the bed, kicked off his shoes and

climbed up next to her.  They picked up the necking again; he

concentrated on breathing regularly through his nose and tried to

relax.  Soon his hand wandered down to her blouse, roughly massaging

her breasts.  Then he put his hand on her jeans and started

boisterously massaging her entire crotch.  Karen had no objections and

continued their hot french kissing.  His touch was quite rough and he

was applying too much pressure, but she had gone through worse; on the

whole, she was enjoying the experience.  Sensing no resistance, Michael

started to un-button her jeans.

“Do you really want to do this?” she asked him earnestly.

“Yes,” he said seriously.

“No regrets?” she asked.

“Of course not.”

She started undressing quickly and efficiently.  He had to hurry to catch up

with her.  Before climbing under the covers he noticed her creamy white skin

and red pubic hairs.

Michael had never been in bed naked with a girl before and didn’t

really know how to begin.  He had often fantasized about sex, of

course, and was determined to try cunnulingus.  After roughly and

inadeptly massaging her erect nipples and very wet vagina, he slid down

the bed and started licking the opening of her vagina.  The taste made

him nauseous and he almost threw up his dinner.  He did not stop,

however, determined to do it right.  Every few seconds he searched for

her clitoris with his toungue but couldn’t find it and went back to

licking the opening of her vagina and vulva just above it.

Smiling at his eager ineptidude, Karen finally pulled his face up to

hers and kissed him long and passionately.  She positioned his body on

top of hers and spread her legs in missionary position.  Michael had no

idea how to orient himself to enter her dripping cunt.  He lay on top

of her patiently waiting for her to get his cock inside.  She had

to do all the maneuvering with his weight clumsily on top of her.  She

finally settled his cock into her cunt and thrust her hips up

rhythmically.  Michael picked up the rhythm after a few strokes, but

got carried away and his penis came out.  He helped her get it back in

and started pumping again.  After a few minutes of fervent rutting, his

cock came out again.  He was getting better at finding her cunt and got

it back in himself this time.

Soon after he put his penis back into her pussy the third time, he was

again delightedly pumping fast and hard.  Before long, Karen was

moaning in orgasmic ecstacy.  Michael hardly noticed and couldn’t

believe at first that she had climaxed.  He slowed his rhythm.

“Are you through?” he asked innocently.

“Yeah,” she said, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him closer.  Now

that she was concentrating solely on keeping his cock inside her,

Michael’s inexperienced thrusting was easier for her to control.  In a

few minutes, he was ejaculating, grunting softly as his cock spat hot

semen deep into her vagina.

“Do you want to try again?” he asked shyly.

“I suppose,” she said.  She could feel that his penis was still hard

inside her vagina and it did not feel like it was getting any softer.

She had never made love to anyone as young as Michael and wondered if

all virgins had the staying power of this one.

He started pumping again slowly, kissing and licking her lips softly.

Soon the rhythm, intensity, and pressure of his coital plunges

increased.  Karen pushed her pubic bone against him hard at each inward

thrust.  In a half hour she was moaning again.  This time Michael felt

her shudder and the realization that she was having an orgasm made him

suddenly very hot.  In ten quick, forcefull strokes he was exploding

again, amplifying Karen’s pleasure and prolonging her orgasm.

Karen noticed that Michael was not sweating or even breathing hard,

another new experience for her.  Her over-sensitive vagina felt that

his penis was still hard inside her and it was a starting to be a bit

irritating; this time, however, she felt it start soften.

“Thank God for small favors” she thought to herself.

When his penis shrank somewhat, Michael withdrew and carefully rolled off

her.  He held her close, kissed and cuddled with her a few minutes before

speaking.

“Thanks,” he said haltingly.  “If you couldn’t tell, that was my first

time.”

“And your second, honey,”  she drawled affectionately.

They smiled and talked about grades, engineering core courses,

marriage, numerial analysis, and the human condition.  At length

Michael got bored.

“Do you want to try again?” he asked timidly.

“My my, Michael, but you are a virtuoso virgin,” she teased him.

“Let’s see if you’re really up to it.”  She reached down and started

rubbing his cock with her palm.  Her deft manipulations betrayed her

experience and Michael speculated about hand jobs she had given boys in

High School.

Michael’s penis rose to the occasion and in a few minutes he was on top

of her again, driving his cock into her vagina hard and hurredly.  In fact

his rhythm and pressure were not very arousing to Karen who basically just

lay there submissively.

“How ya doin?” he asked after a while.

She pecked a little kiss on his lips and pulled her knees up to give

him deeper penetration.  The new position and deeper penetration put

more pressure on his cock.  Each stroke brought him unconsciously

closer to ejaculation.  Unprepared for the sudden sensual

amplification, Michael suddenly realized he was about to ejaculate

again.

“I’m going to…” he said.  His cock spurted hot semen deep into Karen’s

cunt and he grunted ecstatically.  Spent, he lay limp on top of her for a

while.

“Should I go?” he asked groggily a few minutes later.

“If you don’t, you’ll only be the ninth guy to sleep in our suite this

semester alone,” she replied brightly.

“You mean I can stay?” he asked enthusiastically.

“Sure.  Move over and give me some covers.”

He woke up the next morning with Karen in his arms and a hard, hot cock

poking at the covers.  He gently fondled Karen’s breasts, blissfully

staring at her beautiful face and long sensuous hair.  Still half

asleep, Karen blindly fumbled under the covers and brushed against his

huge burning erection.  She befuddedly pulled him on top of her, and

for the fourth time in his life Michael was joyfully copulating.  In

five minutes he exploded.

“I’m sorry,” he said apologetically.  “Are you close?”

She actually was starting to wake up and get aroused.  She kissed him

as he continued to pump his dick in and out.  However, in a few short

minutes, his erection subsided.

“I’m sorry,” he said again forlornly.

“But I enjoyed it, Michael,” she said cheerfully.

“When’s your first class?” he asked, changing the subject.  He withdrew his

limp cock and deftly got out of bed.

“Ten o’clock.  Why?”

“I’ve got to be at Strosacker at eight for Logic.  Come with me to breakfast?”

“No thanks.  I’d really rather get some more sleep.”

Karen smiled affectionately and watched him get dressed.

“I’ll call you,” Michael said on his way out.

In fact, he never saw Karen again.  She avoided him in classes, and

never returned his calls.  He learned later that she dropped out of

school and went to live in New Orleans.  Almost eighteen, and no-longer a

virgin, Michael faced the task of finding a girl friend, or at least a

sex partner, with a new optimistic outlook.

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Misty was a typical girl, worked hard for years trying to save money

so she could go on a cruise some day. Misty was 28, never married and

still a virgin. She went out lots of times but was saving herself for

the right guy.

She had a month’s vacation coming to her from work in just a couple

of month’s, so she has been checking all the cruise lines to see which

sounded the best to go on. The one that sounded the best was a Caribbean

cruise, with lots to offer. She made her reservation. Now all she needed

to do was to get some new clothes and wait till vacation time.

Every pay that she got, she would go and buy an outfit. They had dancing

on the ship, so she bought a nice dress for that. She loved to swim

and couldn’t wait to try out the ships pool. She was undecided about

the kind to buy. She had a great body and wanted to show it off, but

didn’t  want to attract the wrong people. She got a two-piece bathing

suit, a yellow color to show off her tanned skin. The bathing suit fit

nice around her firm breasts, which was 38D. The bikini bottoms was just

above the hairline, so it showed her shape just perfect.

Just one more week to go before her vacation started. She was getting all

excited, and nervous, because this was the only trip she ever took alone.

The days just seemed to drag. Finally, the last day of work. She left

alittle early and went home to finish some last minute packing. She went

to bed early, tossed and turned all night.

The alarm went off, she got up took a shower than called a cab to take

her to the ship.

When she got there, she couldn’t believe she was really going. She got

the suitcases from the cab and went aboard the ship. the cruise director

helped her to find her cabin. The rooms were small but they would

have to do. After she got her things put away, she went to the deck

and walked around. There was so many things to do, and so many people

on board.  Her eyes glanced at all the guys that she would like to meet.

She spotted one guy in particular. He had dark hair and green eyes,

and a body so fine. She was thinking of ways to introduce herself but

didn’t want to seem to anxious to meet him. He wasn’t wearing a wedding

ring and looked alone.

She walked around him, and boy did he smell great, so clean smelling.

He walked out to the railing on the deck and started talking to another

guy. God I hope he isn’t gay she thought.

She walked around a little bit more in the gift shop, glancing up every

so often to still find the two guys talking. The other guy’s built wasn’t

half bad either, he had sandy blonde hair.

She happened to glance up again and noticed the one with the sandy hair

was looking at her. She quickly turned her head, then looked at him

again, they were coming toward her. She grabbed a book and pretended

to be looking at it. They walked up to her and introduced them selves

to her. The dark haired one’s name was Eric and the other one was Grant.

She told them her name was Misty. They asked if she was alone on the

cruise and she told them she was.

They both asked her to dinner. Wow she thought a date with two guys. She

hesitated a bit and said sure, this should be interesting. Good said Eric,

shall we all meet here tonight about seven? Sounds good to me said Misty.

Eric winked at her and said see you then.  Okay she said seven it is.

She could hardly wait for dinner, only had a couple of hours to go.

She walked around the ship seeing what all they had.

She found another little gift shop, and decided to buy a few things,

then she went to her cabin.

She took out the dress she was going to wear, and laid it on the bed.

She went in to take a shower, washed her hair and shaved her legs.

When she got out of the shower and dried off, she looked in the mirror

and started running her fingers around her breasts, making her nipples

very hard and erect. She squeezed her nipples. As she squeezed and

rubbed one of her breasts with one hand, the other hand slid down to

her hairline and then to her crotch. She was wet and wondered if it felt

this good to have a man’s fingers touch her cunt.  She was very wet now,

just thinking about Eric and Grant, are they going to try to make love

to her tonight or aren’t they going to want to.

She started to rubbing faster on her clit, it felt to good to stop.

She found that the faster she rubbed the better it felt. She closed her

eyes and was hardly able to remain standing. She stuck her fingers inside

her cunt, pushed them in as far as they would go. She slowly pulled them

in and out, then she wanted to see what it tasted like, so she brought her

fingers to her lips, she could smell the sweet aroma and stuck out her

tongue  to lick her fingers. It tasted great, so she stuck her fingers

back in her cunt, going alittle faster in and out. She then moved them

to her clit and began rubbing again, she had to lay down to finish

bringing herself off, so she laid on the bed and spread her legs and

began rubbing her clit again. The faster she rubbed the wetter she got.

She was feeling tingles, her body was stiffening. She was going to cum.

Faster and faster, she was moaning, she felt herself about to cum, here

it comes, I’m bringing myself off, I’m cumming. She came and laid there

with her fingers on her clit. It was throbbing, and she felt the juices

flowing out. She stuck her fingers in it and tasted it again.

All she could think about was Eric and Grant. Why did she wait so long

to have sex, if her own fingers felt great, she could only imagine what

a guys cock would feel like inside her cunt.

It was time to get dressed and go meet the guys. Her cunt was still wet

as she stood there waiting. She heard footsteps, then voices. It was Eric

and Grant, both were wearing tight jeans and dress shirts. They both

looked good.  They went arm in arm to the dinning room. They found a

small table in the back corner. They all sat down and ordered a drink,

Misty didn’t  drink much, so she ordered white wine.

There was a band playing slow music. Who was going to ask her to dance

first she wondered.

They both started to ask her to dance. They was going to flip a coin,

but Misty suggested that she write down a number and the one that comes

closer dances with her first. They all agreed. She wrote a number down on

a napkin and turned it face down. Pick a number from 1 to 10, Eric said

7 and Grant said 5, she turned the napkin over and it had the #4 on it.

I guess Grant is first.  Misty and Grant walked to the dance floor,

she put her hands on his shoulders and his around her waist.

They talked alittle to get to know each other better. She looked over at

Eric, patiently waiting his turn. He was tapping his fingers on the table.

Grant pulled her closer to him, and kissed her earlobe, she pulled away,

but he pulled her back and kissed her on the neck. It sent little chills

down her spine. She looked him the eyes and she could tell he wanted to

kiss her. The song was over and they went and sat down. The waiter in

the meantime refilled their glasses and they ordered dinner. It would

be about ten minutes before the food gets there.

The band started playing another slow song, Eric was quick to ask Misty

to dance. So off to the floor they went. He wasted no time, and pulled her

very close to him, so close that she could feel the bulge in his pants

rubbing against her crotch. He whispered in her ear that he wanted her.

She was stunned and didn’t know what to say. His body felt great next

to her, and she pulled him closer to her and rubbed against his cock.

He took her face into his hands and kissed her lightly on the lips.

She smiled at him, and he knew what she wanted. He started kissing her

neck, then her ear and even on her earlobe. She was melting right in his

arms and he knew it. Eric looked over at the table and saw that the food

was there, so he asked her if she wanted to eat.

They went and sat down, got done eating and then danced alittle more.

It was getting late, and Misty was feeling alittle warm, she asked them

if they wanted to go on the deck to get some fresh air. That’s a great

idea, lets go.  They were standing by the railing looking at the water

from the moonlight. Eric put his arm around Misty’s waist, and said this

sure is nice. Grant said lets all go to our room and have a drink, looking

at all this water is making me thirsty. Misty kinda hesitated at first,

but she agreed to it. They were all walking hand in hand to the room.

The guys had a little stand set up to look like a bar, not a whole lot

of bottles, just a couple different ones. There was no wine, so Misty

settled for a mixed drink. It tasted strong, but she drank it anyway.

They were all sitting on the edge of the bed coz there was no couch,

just one chair and the bed.

Misty was nervous, she hurried and drank down her drink. Grant got up and

fixed her another one. She sipped on this one. She got up to go to the

bathroom, she was feeling alittle lightheaded but knew what she was doing.

As she was in there, Grant filled her glass back up. She came out and

sat between them on the bed. They talked about everything and anything.

Misty was feeling the drinks in her now. She was getting warm, and kicked

off her shoes. Eric and Grant looked at each other and smiled. Eric leaned

over and kissed Misty on the neck. Oh that feels nice she said.

Eric laid her back onto the bed and started kissing her neck, ears and

then her lips. Grant started rubbing and massaging her feet. As Eric

was kissing her, his one hand found its way to her breasts, rubbing and

kneading each one, making her nipple hard. Grant was working his way up

her legs, slowly massaging each one. From time to time he would kiss her

legs and knees. Eric bent down to nibble on her nipples through the dress.

The dress had ties at the shoulders and Eric reached up and untied them.

Misty was laying there moaning and digging her fingers into the bed.

Eric slowly pulled down the top of her dress exposing two firm breasts

and two very hard nipples. Oh those look beautiful he said. She reached

down and felt her breasts, then she pulled Eric to her to kiss him.

Grant pulled up her dress and slid off her pantyhose off.  She had on

white bikini panties, and he could see she was wet. Eric moved to her

breasts and licked, kissed and sucked on each one, getting them very hard.

Grant pulled the dress down over her hips and down over her legs till

it was off.

Misty was reaching for Eric’s shirt to take it off of him, and ran her

fingers down his chest.

Misty was mumbling and said something that got both their attention, she

was moaning and with one of her moans she said she was still a virgin.

Grant told her that they will be gentle. Grant took off his shoes

and shirt. Eric was moving closer to her panties running his tongue

along the top of them. He could smell the aroma sweet aroma that was

coming from her cunt. He took hold of both sides of her panties and slid

them off. Grant was standing by Misty’s head with all his clothes off and

stroking his cock. Misty reached for his cock and rubbed an squeezed it.

Grant showed her how to stroke it. He moved his cock closer to her mouth,

he said to her to try this in your mouth and it will get harder than it is

now. Misty opened her mouth and Grant touched her lips with his cock, she

ran her tongue along the head and then licked on the shaft of his cock.

She was feeling how swelled his balls were with her hands. She took his

cock into her mouth. She took as much as she could handle without gagging.

She sucked so softly, as Grant moved in and out of her mouth.

Eric hurried and took the rest of his clothes off. He started to kiss

the tops of her legs, getting closer to her pussy. He spread her legs,

exposing her cunt, it was so wet and hot. He flicked his tongue on her

clit, she moaned and started sucking harder on Grant’s cock. Eric ran

his tongue all over her cunt and teased her by sticking his tongue in

and out of her cunt. She was really stirring now. As Eric sucked on her

clit, he would stick a finger into that waiting hole, then he would try

another finger then another till he had three fingers inside of her.

She was tight and he couldn’t wait to fuck her. She was very wet now,

so Eric stood up, his cock was hard as a rock.

He ran his cock around her cunt. She was moving around trying to get

his cock with her cunt.

He found her hole and stuck the head of his cock in. She let out alittle

yelp, so Eric pulled out and tried again. He would only shove the

head in and out a few times, till Misty started begging for all of it.

He slowly pushed his cock into her, she moaned alittle loud but didn’t

push him away.

Eric was inside of her going in and out. Grant was ready to cum, but

he held back, he watched as Eric slid his cock deep into Misty’s cunt.

Eric pumped faster and harder, he wanted to cum.

Grant removed his cock from Misty’s mouth, and started jacking off.

Misty was rubbing her clit while Eric fucked her. Grant came first

and squirted his wad all over Misty’s tits. Misty rubbed the cum all

over her tits with one hand and brought herself off with the other.

Eric finally let loose and shot his cum deep inside her. Grant laid down

beside Misty and watched as Eric pumped every drop of his cum into Misty.

Then Eric pulled out and laid down too! They were all exhausted.

Eric and Grant laid there half asleep. Misty’s fingers found their way to

her cunt again. She rubbed her clit for alittle while, then she reached

for Eric’s and Grant’s cocks. She rubbed till she got them hard again.

She leaned over Eric’s cock and started licking it. Grant got up and

stood behind her and started rubbing his cock on her ass. She was pushing

back on his cock with her ass. His cock found her hole and slid it in.

Misty was sliding her mouth up and down on Eric’s cock, with the same

rhythm Grant was fucking her. The faster Grant would go, Misty did

the same.        Grant grabbed her ass and pumped harder and faster.

He was going to cum, he wanted to fill her cunt with his wad. Eric told

her to look out, he was going to cum, but she just kept on sucking.

Grant pulled her off of Eric and just as he got her mouth off his cock,

he came and hit her in the face. Eric and grant laid back down, and Misty

went and took a shower. When she was done, she came out and stood by

the bed. Both guys were sleeping. She got dressed and went to her room,

got undressed and went to bed. The next morning when she got up, her

legs were sore. She got dressed and went on deck. She went a got a bite

to eat. She kept looking around for Eric and Grant but didn’t see them.

It was almost noon now, they should be up by now. She went to their room

and knocked on the door. When the door opened, there was a cleaning lady

inside doing the room.

All their things were gone. She asked the lady where the guys went,

and she replied that they caught a small boat early in the morning.

The lady asked her if her name was Misty, and Misty said yes. The lady

reached in her pocket and pulled out an envelope and handed it to Misty.

Misty went back to her room and read the letter. Eric and Grant told her

that they were sorry they had to leave so quick without saying anything

to her.  They explained they was in the service and got called to duty.

They left an address to which she could write to get in touch with them.

They also told her that she was great last night, and would love to do

it again sometime.  She smiled when she read the part,  where Eric told

her that he was glad to have met such a fine girl like her and was also

glad that she waited for him to be his first. He wrote in the letter that

he was also a virgin and she did great. He sent his love and wished her

well the rest of her trip. She put the letter away and laid down on the

bed thinking about last night. She was no longer a virgin and she was

proud of it.

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    I am a junior at a large college in Hawaii. The semester ended about

 two weeks ago, and as with every year, on the last day of finals there

 is the annual student-association dinner-and-dance night, held at one of

 the best hotels in the area. That was when I met Linda. She was 18 years

 old, a freshman at a private college on the island. She’d just arrived

 three weeks before. As a courtesy, I offered to take her around and lend

 her any needed assistance.

    Last Friday night, she called me with the excuse that she couldn’t

make it back to the dorm because it was too far away (a good 45 minutes’

drive over narrow, winding, mountainous roads), and asked if she could

stay with me over at my place. I re adily agreed, and about ten minutes

later she arrived. She said she was hungry, so we drove out to a nearby

take-out place and grabbed a couple of burgers. We got back to my

apartment and ate while watching the telly, but since there was nothing

inte resting on, we switched it off and talked about her stay on the

island so far, making some tentative plans to visit some of the

attractions.

    At about ten, Linda said that she needed to change and I decided to

 bust out some cognac. When she came back into the room, all she was

 wearing was an oversized polo shirt with the top three buttons undone

 and the bottom of the shirt hanging just two inches below her crotch. My

 cock instantly came to life as she shut the door behind her, and I

 thought it would rip right through my shorts as she bent over to put her

 clothes away, giving me a fantastic view of her small, firm ass.

    Linda climbed onto the bed with me. I handed her a glass of cognac,

 and we both made a toast to the coming summer and the fantastic time we

 would be having. I looked into her eyes and sensing that she wouldn’t

 object, kissed her lips. Our tongues met, and in less than 30 seconds,

 we were both panting heavily. My right hand reached down to caress her

 ass, then slowly moved up to unbutton the rest of her shirt and pull it

 off her shoulders. I immediately attacked her left tit with my mouth whi

le my hand went to work on the right one. Her nipples, which were as big

as half-dollars, now stood hard and erect.  I started stroking her thighs

and stomach, and when I inserted my fingers into her panties and began to

finger her curly mound, her whole body froze. She clasped her long, thin

thighs together, and her last moan stuck in her throat. It took me quite

a while before I realized what was happening.

    “Are you a virgin?” I asked her. In a soft, cute voice, she shyly

 admitted that she was, and this was the first time she was “really”

 being made love to.  This was one opportunity I had no intention of

 letting slip away. Pushing her back onto the bed, I planted a deep,

 forceful kiss on her wet mouth. Our tongues met and she moaned deeply.

 Her hands were rubbing my chest and back as I pulled her bikini panties

 off her legs. I again began fingering her cunt as I slowly worked my

 mouth down her tits to her pussy. I thrust my tongue between her parted

 thighs and began licking her dripping snatch. I slowly and teasingly

 lapped her thick and juicy pussy lips, and as I shoved my tongue up her

 fuck hole, I felt an obstruction. Here was a real virgin, in every sense

 of the word, just waiting to get fucked for the first time. Her cunt

 lips were closed so tightly together that I needed my fingers to pry

 them apart.

    By now my prick was so hard that I thought I’d come right then and

 there. I climbed on top of Linda and turned her over so that she was now

 on top of me.  We kissed for a little while before I pushed her down to

 my cock. She pulled my shorts off, freeing my throbbing manhood, and

 began sucking hungrily. With her head bobbing up and down on my proud,

 hard, erect man-meat, it wasn’t long before I felt my load rushing to

 the blood-filled head of my eager cock. Slowly the semen began to spurt

 from my dick into her mouth. At first, she seemed surprised, but she

 hungrily took each squirt and swallowed all my spunk without missing a

 single drop. She kept on sucking my cock while I reached over, pulled

 her ass toward me so that we were in a sixty-nine position, and started

 licking and sucking on her soft, red-hot pussy. Suddenly Linda let out a

 scream and her sweet love juices squirted all over my face. She then

 turned around to face me and fell on top of me. We kissed softly while I

 stroked her lovely little ass.

    By this time my prick had started to come alive again. I turned Linda

over on her back and furiously kissed her on the lips while I spread her

thighs wide open. I got between her legs, putting my cock on her pussy

lips and teasingly stroking it u p and down her cunt. Linda started

moaning and begging me to fuck her, pleading that I be gentle — this was

her first time. I reassured her and told her to relax and get ready for

what she’d remember as being the best fuck of her life. She began

massaging her tits as I continued to tease her pussy.  Then in one quick

thrust, I pushed my prick into her tight, eager cunt, ripping her

precious pussy sheath apart. Linda didn’t seem to feel it at all. She

began to buck her hips up and down on the bed as I continued to fuck her

little twat with long, forceful strokes. Her cunt gripped my prick like a

clam and refused to let it go. We fucked wildly, our bodies moving in

perfect unison. Linda regulated her body movements so that she would

receive the full impact of my thrusts. By now she was moaning so loud

that I thought she would wake up my housemate for sure. I’m pretty

certain that he heard the screams when she finally reached orgasm.

    I pounded Linda for about 15 minutes before I felt the familiar ache

in my balls. Making one final thrust into her little pleasure hole, my

cock erupted in a shattering orgasm, shooting thick loads of come deep

into her cunt. We fell asleep in ea ch other’s arms, and spent the rest

of the weekend sucking and fucking. I eventually sent her back to her

dorm on Sunday, but I will be picking her up this Friday night. I can’t

wait to spend another exciting weekend with her.

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Hello!

This is my first attempt at erotic prose.  I really don’t know if it’s the

kind of fiction you’re looking for, but as I read rae I see a lot of different

styles and plots.  If at all possible, I’d like some feedback as to how I

might be able to improve my writing. (I know, you’re probably not a writing

critic, but anything would help.)

    THERAPY

 Rachel climbed the stairs of the university’s Behavioral Sciences

building to finally arrive at her office on the 6th floor. (And I thought

being a grad student would get me some respect,) she thought sarcastically.

The corner nook the department liked to call her “office” was hardly 10X10

feet in floor space and crammed with all sorts of books that the regular

profs didn’t seem to want.  If nothing else, it was comfortable.  She had

found room for a fouton that served as a couch during appointments and as

a bed when she stayed there to chip away at her dissertation.  (Ah well,

another day, another assistanship dollar.) she mused as she turned on her

Mac SE to chech her appointment calendar.

  As the Mac booted she examined her reflection on the screen.  Rachel

was a pleasant woman, perhaps not a super-model, but she held her own

against the “cheerleader” types.  Her mother had always bragged about her

combination of brains and beauty.  Rachel didn’t completely dissagree, either;

she had the classic Norweigan features, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a well

proportioned body.  A bit top heavy, pehaps, but there were worse things.

He breasts were quite adequate for turning heads, especially among the under

grads, she noticed.

 It turned out that she had only one appointment that morning, a

counselling session with a student named Christopher. Due to arrive in 15

minutes, she decided to put on some coffee and settle down. 

 Almost exactly 15 minutes later, a head popped out from behind the

door and a timid voice called out “Hello?” 

 ”Hi.  Come in and sit down,” Rachel said warmly. “My name’s Rachel,

and you must be Chris.”

 ”Yeah, I’m Chris.”  He seemed like a balloon that couldn’t hold any

more air without popping.  Stress was written all over his face, and Rachel

noticed that he had probably stayed up all night last night because of his

bloodshot eyes and weary expression. 

 After the formalities were out of the way, Rachel asked Chris to

tell her about himself.  Chris was a music major, and sang in the university

choir as well as played trumpet in the orchestra.  Rachel could see why he

was stressed; music majors are well-known for hellacious schedules and long

practice/study hours.  She was amazed at how Chris thought nothing of working

until 2 or 3 in the morning only to have an 8am class the next day.

 ”How  long have you been doing this?” Rachel asked. 

  ”Since my freshman year, and I’m a junior now.  It never bothered me

until a while ago.” Chris said.  “It was just part of surviving.”

 ”What do you do to relieve stress?”

 ”I used to be able to do anything to relieve stress.  Music used to

relax me so much.  Now music is the biggest source of stress I have.  I have

to be that much better than the next guy or else I don’t get into the grad

school I want.  You should understand that.”

 Admittedly, she did.   She remembered back to her undergrad days, when

she fought tooth and nail to be the best psych major there was, so she could

have this assistanship.  “I do understand, Chris.  I remember worrying about

it as much as you are now.  But there isn’t ANYTHING you can do to relax?”

 ”Hell, I can’t even masturbate to relax anymore!”  Chris blurted out.

Almost immediately Chris realized what he had said.  He blushed a deep shade

of crimson.  “Um. . . I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t have said that. . .maybe I should

leave now–”

 ”Wait, don’t leave.”  Rachel said, almost too anxiously.  A furious waveof thoughts went through her mind.  Somehow Chris’s remark had taken Rachel out

of her “professional” mode and now realized that she was getting turned on!

(Stop it, stop it right here.  Rule number 1 about counselling: DON’T get

involved with your patients–MAJOR no-no. . .But he *is* cute. . .and I haven’t

had any fun lately. . .NO! You can’t do it. . .why not?  Maybe it’s just what

he needs. . .)

 Rachel went to the door and closed it tight.  With no other appointmentsthis morning, she wouldn’t be bothered for a good three hours. (Well, I’ve neverseduced anyone before. . .but I guess there’s always a first time.  Here goes  

nothing), she thought.

 ”Chris, I’m going to ask you some. . .personal questions.  You don’t

have to answer them if you don’t want to.  I promise that anything you tell

me will be kept between us.  Okay?”  Chris only nodded.  “Chris, how long have

you been masturbating?”

 ”Since I was fifteen.” 

 ”Have you had sex since then?”

 Chris blushed again. “um. . . no.”

 ”You’re a virgin?  That’s surprising, a good-looking guy like you.”

And he *was* good looking.  He was just a little shorter than she was, solidly

built muscles under his T-shirt, short brown hair, and a pleasant face.  This

was getting more interesting by the minute. She began to run her fingers throughhis hair, and stood in front of him so that her breasts were level with his

eyes.   “Can you still masturbate now, or did you mean that the stress wasn’t

letting you?”

 ”Oh, I still can, it just doesn’t feel as good as it once did.”  He was

getting more comfortable with the sudden twist of conversation, it seemed.  “I

bet I sound rather silly to you now,”

 ”Not at all.  It’s not something you need to be ashamed of.”  Rachel

couldn’t believe she had just said that.  “Perhaps you’d like to try it here

and now.  Mastrubating, that is,” she said with a little smile.

 ”HERE?  Now?”  

 ”Why not?  If this is how you used to be able to relieve stress, why nottry again?”  She began to unbutton her shirt and changed her tone to be as

seductive as she could possibly comprehend. “I’ll even help,” she said with a

smile.

 This got some results, Rachel noticed; a bulge was beginning to grow

in Chris’s Levis.  Rachel sat down beside Chris  and began to stroke his

crotch.  “Would you help me take my bra off?”

 Chris was too caught up in the moment to ask questions.  Instinctively,

he reached around Rachel and undid her bra.  With a deft movement, Rachel had

taken off her top and bra so that her newly bared breasts hovered mere inches

from Chris’s face.  Tenatevly at first, Chris began to lick at her nipple, then

became more confident when Rachel moaned in response.  “Oh…yeah, *baby*…

suck my tits!”  It was rare when Rachel would actually speak during lovemaking.

More often than not, words just got in the way.  However, this was different.

Chris needed stimulation from all the senses, and Rachel was happy to oblige.

Her hands found Chris’s button fly, and within seconds had pulled his throbbing

manliness out for her to conquer.  Making Chris lie down, Rachel looked over

Chris’s cock and paused only for a moment to admire.  She wasn’t good at

estimating size, but figured that he had to be at least 7 inches long.  “I’m

gonna make you cum, Chris,” she said huskily. “I’m gonna suck the cum right out

of you, and you won’t be able to do a thing about it.”  Chris could only whimperin response.  Running her tongue over his purpleish head, down his shaft and

down to his balls, Chris tensed, letting the ecstasy overcome him.  With

practiced skill, Rachel took him into her mouth.  She worked him up, pushing

him higher and higher until she was sure that he would explode.  

 ”Wait, please.” Chris managed to squeak out.

 This surprised Rachel.  She was sure that Chris had lost complete

control.  Oh well, no big deal.  “Yes, love?”

 ”Let me cum inside you.  I want this to be right.”

 She had planned to wait for the second time around, but what the hell.

“Whatever you want, Chris.  I’m yours.”  Eagerly, Rachel stripped off her skirt

and settled down on top of him.  She gasped as she impaled herself on his dick.

She realized that she’d underestimated Chris’s size as he had reached farther

that Rachel had ever felt before.  She ground into him, and with each stroke shebrought herself closer to orgasm.  Chris was breathing heavy, a twisted look of

pleasure on his face.

 ”Ooohhh…It’s almost there!” Chris grunted.

 ”You can do it baby!  I want your hot cum!” Rachel yelled.

 This was too much for Chris, as he blossomed into orgasm, shooting his

virgin load deep into Rachel, who in turn was brought over the edge.  Chris fellin a heap onto the fouton, exausted.  Ironically, it was the most relaxed Rachelhad seen him.  (This may not be bad therapy for me, either,) Rachel thought as

she cleaned herself up and waited for Chris’s strength to return.

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 It was “Senior Ditch Day”, and a group of us had head out to

Whilhite State Park.  It was a beautiful place, set right at the

foot of the mountains.  Things were a little uncomfortable for

me, because I was a last minute addition to the party.  I didn’t

really plan on going, because my ex-girlfriend, April, was going

to be there.

     She broke up with me, because she “couldn’t handle the

relationship.”  I think it was because she’s got this prudish

hang-up about only having sex in the missionary position.

     Anyway, I noticed that all day long, April and another girl,

Ellen were watching me.  Every time I looked in their direction,

they’d look away, and Ellen would look kind of embarrassed.  I

could imagine what April had been telling her.

     Ellen was kind of pretty.  She usually wore clothes that

were too big for her.  Her hair hung straight down, and she wore

no make-up.  I don’t think I’d ever really saw her with anyone at

school before.  It was kind of strange that she was at the party

anyway.

     Ellen never hung with any crowd.  She was quiet, and was

definitely out of place with just about anyone.  April was

probably doing her a favor by bringing her along.  She had been

staying by April’s side all day long.

After a few hours, and one flag football game later, I

noticed that Ellen had left the crowd.  I couldn’t see her

anywhere.  That’s when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

     I turned, it was April.  She look kind of sheepish.

     “Can you do me a favor, Billy?” she asked.

     I felt a little flush of heat in my face.  Our last

argument had contained a little line by her that said, “Fine,

don’t do me any favors!”  I fought back the urge to remind her of

it.

     “I guess so.”  I was somewhat of a push over.

     “I was  telling Ellen about the falls up the mountain,” she

told me.

     “So?”

     “She went up there.  She didn’t want anyone to come along.

It’s quite a hike, and she might get lost.”

     “So, you want me to catch up to her and make sure she

doesn’t,” I said.

     “No!  I was thinking about you following her, and if she

gets into any trouble, then you can help her.”

     Boy, was I a push over.  I didn’t like the idea of leaving a

good party, just to follow some girl up a mountain.  I  picked up

a pack and threw a couple of beers in it, and started up the

trail.  I had been to the falls before, and I knew it was a

twenty minute hike.

     I was only a few minutes behind Ellen, and soon caught up to

her.  I stay behind her, and of to the side of the trail, so that

if she looked back, she wouldn’t see me.  I tried to move as

quietly as possible.

     The noon sun cut through the trees, and I stripped off my

shirt as I went.  My t-shirt was soaked with sweat.  I shoved the

shirt in the bag.

     After awhile, Ellen reached the pools at the bottom of the

falls.  I stayed back in the brush and drank a beer while she

walked around the pools and picked up rocks.  I could have killed

April for sending me up here.

     For a few moments, Ellen studied a rock, then threw it into 

the clear water.  This was a beautiful area, and not too many

people knew about it.  I watched Ellen as she took off her shoes.

She looked into the water, and dipped her foot.  The water must

have been cold.  But, a second later, she dove in, with all her

clothes on.

     A few seconds passed, and she didn’t come up, I was about to

leave my post and dive in after her, when suddenly she broke the

surface, and took in a big gasp of air.  April was really in for

it.

     Ellen swam around for awhile, and then decided that it was

time to get out of the water.  She pulled herself out of the

water, found a sunny area on the rock, and lay down.  She

shivered a few times, then sat up.

For some reason, I knew what was coming next.  She pulled

her shirt out, unbuttoned it, and took it off.  She wasn’t

wearing a bra, and her tiny little breasts matched the whiteness

of the rest of her torso.  She sat back on her hands for a moment

and let the sun shine down on the tiny mounds of her chest.

     Satisfied with the heat, she unbuttoned her jeans, stood up

and slid them off, leaving just a pair of wet, white, cotton

panties.  Again, she spread herself in the sun.

With her back turned to me, she bent over and gave me the

best view I had had so far.  Slowly, she pulled her panties off,

to show me a small, white, round ass, with her tiny brown haired

muff peeking from between her legs.  She stood straight, and

stretched in the light, turned a little so that I could see the

front of her.

Her pussy didn’t take up a lot of area between her legs.

     Just a little bit of brown, curly hair covered the  small “V”.

She had been hiding a nice little body under all those clothes.

     She stayed in the sun for a moment, then turned and walked

into the woods.  Suddenly, her little swim and nude sunbathing

turned into a nudist fantasy.  I decided to follow her, but kept

my distance.  After all, she might run into trouble.  Right?

     It was kind of easy keeping track of her as she walked naked

through trees.  Then, she was gone.  How had I lost her.  There

was a small clearing just a few feet away, but  as I  walked into

it, I still could not see her.

     As I  stood there, about to feel panic, I got the feeling I

was being watched.  I turned, and at the other end of the meadow

was Ellen.  She was standing with her hand lightly folded over

her pussy.

     “I think you’re a bit over-dressed, Billy,” she said and

began to walk towards me.

     I knew exactly what she was talking about and pulled off my

t-shirt.  She was close now, and reached a hand out and touched

my chest.  I cupped my hand around one of her breasts.  It was

firm, and the nipple was hard.  I looked into her eyes, and her

hand wandered down and rubbed my crotch.

     “April said you could help me,” she said.

     “With  what?”  I asked, still not believing what was

happening.

     “Well, I’ve got these great, big fantasies, but, I’ve never

had sex with a man before.”  Her hand rubbed harder into my

crotch.

     “Never?”

     “Well, I’ve been with April before, and we like to finger

each other, but it’s not the same.”

     This was a revelation to me.  April never came across as a

bi-sexual type.  It’s not that I don’t like bi-sexual girls, in

fact I’m all for it.  My first fuck was with my sister, and her

girlfriend.  I just didn’t think April was into anything that

kinky.

     “Maybe I can help,” I said.

     Her fingers fumbled around my belt, and finally loosened it.

She then unzipped my pants.  Her hand pushed in past my briefs,

and her fingers wandered up and down the hard on that I had had

for quite awhile.  Her face showed her inexperience, as she

looked surprised at what she was doing.

     She pulled her hand out, and backed away, smiling.  She

walked off about ten feet, then found a sunny place to lay down.

I pulled off my shoes and socks.  Then stripped my pants off, and

threw them to the side.

     As I walked towards her, Ellen got to her knees, reached out

her hand and wrapped her fingers around my cock.  For a moment,

she just touched it.  She ran her fingers up and down the shaft,

and fingered  my balls.  She studied it intently.  Then noticed a

tiny drop of jism on the tip.

     She moved closer and lightly flicked it with her tongue.

She must have liked it, because she wrapped her tongue around the

head of my dick, and then tried to swallow it.  For a beginner,

she was good.  She couldn’t have learned this from April, because

April wouldn’t even think of going down on my cock.

     Ellen worked my cock over and over.  A couple of times I let

her think I was getting ready to cum, and she got even more

excited and worked even harder.  Before long, I cut loose with a

mighty jet of jism.  Some of it spilled out of her mouth, but she

quickly brought it back in with her tongue.  She fell back onto

the grass and smiled.  Her hands fell to her cunt and began to

furiously pump in and out.

     “Oh, I’m so horny,” she said, “Help me?”

     I nodded, and knelt between her feet.  I displaced her hands

with mine, and pushed my fingers in and out of her wet box.  Its

own perfume drifted up and gave me new energy.  I felt my dick

getting harder than before.

“Eat me, please, eat me,” she pleaded.  It was almost a cry.

     I didn’t waste anytime.  I moved down and plunged my tongue

into her slit.  I pried at her door, but is was tight, and

something harder would have to open it.  I flicked and sucked at

her clit until she was rocking in the grass.  She moaned and

groaned, and even squealed once or twice.  This was as much a

treat for me as it was her.

     I pulled her legs further apart, and pulled them up to my

shoulders, just as I was aiming my cock at her tight, virgin

cunt, something at the edge of the meadow caught my attention.

     April was sitting on a large rock.  Stark  naked, and

fingering herself madly.  There was another surprise.  She was a

voyeur.  That wasn’t going to stop me now.

     I turned my attention back towards the girl under me.

     “Fuck me, please.  Slide into me, Billy,” she said.

     I did just that.  Her hole was tight, but it gave under the

gentle pressure of my rod.  This time she squealed, and almost

screamed.  She threw her whole body into the action.  I don’t

know who was pumping harder, me or her, but I do know that her

cunt was trying to swallow my dick whole.

     Just before she was about to climax, I pulled out of her,

and moved up her body.  I placed my dick between her tiny breasts

and gave her the best tit fuck I could.  She bent her head up,

and sucked at the head of my cock and I shot my load in her

face.

I heard a squeak come from the edge of the  meadow, and knew

that April had cum, too.

I climbed off of Ellen, turned her over, and lifted her to her

knees.  She looked back at me over her shoulder.  Her eyes showed

her passion.  I parted the lips of her cunt, and pushed my cock

into her.  Slowly I began to pump into her and she pumped back

to me.  She was fuck crazy.

     It wasn’t before long that she was ready to cum, and me,

too.  I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart.  I slid my

thumb into her butt hole and worked it back and forth.  Her

frenzy became a whole new experience for me.  Then wildly, we

both came.

     We collapsed on the grass and breathed together for some 

time.  Then, April joined us, and we started all over again.

     April surprised me again, and again.

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Amy and Jim had been an item sense the end of their junior year at the

university.  They were both “beautiful” people, very popular with many friends.

Amy’s friends often told her she had a real catch!  He WAS good to look at: about

6 foot, 180 pounds, sandy-blond hair, blue eyes.  Jim really took pride in his

appearance and his body, thinking of himself as somewhat a body builder, though

he lacked the muscle mass to be taken very seriously. And then there was the

financial security: unlike many business majors with uncertain to dismal job

prospects, Jim had an entry level executive position waiting for him after their

June wedding and honeymoon.  There was also considerable advancement potential,

being that the job was with his brother’s marketing company.

Amy was a striking young woman, red hair –more red than reddish- blond, deep

green eyes, and alabaster skin.  She stood 5′4″, weighed 112 pounds, with rather

ideal measurements of 35, 23, 35.  She filled out a C cup nicely.  Her tummy was

flat, and everything was taut and firm thanks to the daily swimming she enjoyed.

Amy had an out going personality, friendly, but with a touch of temper she

attributed to her Irish grandmother.

Yes, everyone said Amy and Jim made a beautiful couple!  Not that everything was

a-okay with them privately.  First, Amy got rather irritated at Jim’s tendency to

be a jerk when around his friends; the macho act and her feeling of being treated

as a trophy was the source of more than one fight!  Jim said Amy didn’t

understand how good friends were important to a guy; hell, many of them would end

up being business clients someday.

And then there was the sex.  They fought about it almost every time they were

alone.  Amy had actually kept her virginity for her wedding night.  That

commitment –a pledge to her dad as he died of cancer when she was a blossoming

13 year old– had gotten her all the way through high-school and her freshman

year at college without any real trouble.  With a few exceptions, most guys were

understanding; Jim was an exception.  First of all, Jim wasn’t sure he believed

her.  On the other hand, he felt a certain male pride in knowing she’d saved it

for HIM.  And given that she’d saved it for him, it made no sense to Jim that

they should wait until their wedding night.

And now that their wedding night was finally here he had expected the conflict to

end… But it wasn’t turning out how either had pictured.  In their wildest

fantasies, neither of these two could have pictured what was taking place!

Amy had pictured –and planned for– a very romantic, intimate experience. She’d

carefully chosen her peignoir to present her virginity to her new husband: all

white lace, silk, and chiffon.  She even shaved off all her sparse red hair from

her pubic area, not merely to enhance her clean virginal innocence, but for an

other reason as well –one which you’ll learn later.

Jim had also pictured things VERY differently than they were turning out. He’d

pictured sweeping his bride from her feet, carrying her across the threshold of

their bridal suite…  He’d pictured her swooning –finally– at his masculine

sinew as he took charge of her deflowering.  Oh, he was a little concerned

–given his past performance with other ladies– that his own performance might

not live up to his expectations, but he’d prepared for that; a liberal –and

discreet– application of “Prolong” cream should do the trick. Jim wasn’t really

concerned about Amy’s expectations; she was a virgin after all!  She’d finally

convinced him of that.  He’d been suspicious at first, but why would she withhold

after they became engaged, unless her story of that promise to her dieing father

was true.

That promise: to save her virginity for her wedding night had been fulfilled. It

was her wedding night and she was a virgin!  And she was about to loose that

virginity on her bridal bed with her husband in the bridal suite.  But that’s

were the conventional picture ends!

Amy looked up into the eyes of the man who was going to deflower her. She sensed

his potency, his unquestionable virility, his sexual confidence.  Her deep green

eyes sparkled with a fire and lust that she’d waited 22 years to quench.  She

looked into the eyes of the man that was going to quench her desires and in those

black-brown eyes she saw a lust that matched her own. She glanced at his two

friends who would be his relief, then back to his powerful black abdomen, rippled

with muscle.  Her pussy tingled with anticipation.  Her gaze lowered to his black

stock, shiny with the KY jelly that would lubricate the deed.  As she reached for

it between her legs, Amy asked her husband –restrained and gagged under her, his

head between and below her spread legs, “Jim, can you see ok?  Do you need your

glasses?  I don’t want you to miss anything, Jim darling!”

Jim whimpered through his gag as he saw Amy’s dainty white hand wrap around–well

not quite, her finger tips failed to touch by about an inch– the 10 plus inch

black cock that bobbed above his face.  As the broad purple-black cock tip

touched his new bride’s bare, white, virginal pussy lips, Jim tried to force his

eyes to close.

He found closing his eyes no easier to do, than to turn the clock back 36 hours.

Back to when he found out his brother’s wife had hired a black male stripper for

Amy’s bachelorette party.  Back to when he couldn’t get her to cancel her party

–or her attendance to it– and had to settle for her promise to be a good girl,

even though she didn’t understand why the promise was so important to him –as if

she’d ever been anything but good.  Back to when he’d made a similar promise to

her in exchange; how could he have known that his brother had hired two strippers

for his own bachelor party?  Back to when they’d all taunted him into the bedroom

with those… ladies!  Back to the wedding reception this afternoon when a

careless remark had spilled the beans. Back just hours to any number of points in

time when he might have said something differently –anything– that would have

made Amy understand it wasn’t the same thing!

Jim was fuming inside!  Had been for 36 hours!  He was pissed: at his damned

brother’s damned wife!  At Amy for going to her party when he said she shouldn’t!

 At those whores and all his buddies and his brother for making it happen last

night.  At his brother again at the reception for making the comment about the

`30 second wonder!’ –how the fuck could Amy have understood that?  At Amy again

for threatening this very thing… and then DOING IT!  And these black guys for

going along with this demented act!  And for having such big cocks! Yes, Jim was

pissed at everyone but JIM!  He even reeled inside when one of the black guys

watching made the next declaration, “I don’t think ya’ll need to worry ’bout

O’Jim boy there; he’s got himself an erection!  Yes, I do believe that’s what

that is: an fucking little white erection!”

Perhaps if we rolled back a little, we could better understand the events of

Amy’s wedding night.  By the beginning of her sophomore year she deduced that she

might well be the only virgin in her whole dorm, certainly she was the only one

in the “beautiful” crowd.  She actually dreaded being discovered as one; the

pressure to be sexually active came from all directions.

Many of her friends were jealous when she was asked out by the star running back,

Tom.  He was a well chiseled specimen: thick black hair and slate gray eyes.  He

could have modeled.  He’d taken her to a party at a frat house; booze was

everywhere as were semi-nude bodies in various states of passion. Amy usually

didn’t put herself into this kind of position, but this guy was so gorgeous.  Her

friends had hinted that this jock was not one to turn down, even on the first

date, at least not if you’d like to be asked out by him again or any of his

friends; he could have his pick.  She knew exactly what was coming when the

library room he was going to show her turned out to be a vacant frat bedroom.

She used the “solemn oath to my dieing father” argument that had worked so many

times before… and he didn’t believe it!  Tom was livid!  Amy was scared she

might actually be raped.  He accused her of being a prick tease.  “How do you

figure that?  I haven’t done anything to lead you on!”

“You went out with me!  Everybody knows I score on the first date!”

“Well, not with me you don’t!”

“Look, my friends know I’m up here with you… If word got out I didn’t nail you,

my reputation would be ruined and I guarantee you, you’d never get a date from

any of my friends… and I’ve got plenty!  Now loosen up, grow up, and become a

woman!”  With that Tom had maneuvered Amy against the wall; his hands pushing up

on her sweater to grope her tits.  Amy snapped.  Later She didn’t remember

thinking about kneeing him before it happened, but suddenly her knee was buried

in his groin.  His breath left him in a beer smelly blast in her face.  He was

already on his knee when hers struck a second time.  Amy was on her way to the

door before he hit the floor.

Amy knew that was the end of her dating career, at least with anyone who knew

anyone in this crowd.  She almost went ahead and admitted to her friends that she

was a virgin; what the hell –her social life was over anyway.  Then the

strangest thing happened: Jeff, another member of the football team called and

asked her out.  This was crazy!  Amy accepted just to find out why he asked.

It didn’t take long.  With Jeff’s first attempt to cop a feel, Amy knew it was

time to explain her virginity.  He laughed.  At first Amy figured he, like Tom,

didn’t believe her; then he revealed that Tom was telling anyone who asked that,

“You were `okay, not the best, but okay.’  Look, Amy, the guy’s a legend in his

own mind.  If he admitted he didn’t score with you, his reputation would be

ruined!”

“That bastard!  So he’s telling people we did it?  That SOB!”

“Now I didn’t say that.  His exact words were, `She’s okay, got’s some moves, not

the best, but okay.’  Now that’s not explicitly saying you two… you know, did

it!”

“Only moves he saw from me was my knee in his groin, then the side of his head!

That SOB!”  Jeff laughed.  Amy studied him.  “Aren’t you upset?  I mean, if you

asked me out expecting…”

“Relax, you’re safe with me… I say he had it coming.  Damn, I’d like to have

seen that!”

“I guess I should be grateful he didn’t blab I was a frigid fish! Sometimes this

virginity shit is a social stigma!”

“Well, we can cure that easy enough!”  Her look made him rethink that. “Sorry!

Couldn’t resist!  Some guys gunna be a lucky SOB on his wedding night.”

Amy leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.  “Thank you!”

He held her face in his hands and kissed her lightly on the lips, “Your secrets

safe.”  He released her with a smile.  “Hay, you want to get to Tom’s head?”  She

brightened at the question.  “Go out with me again.  When he asks –and he will–

I’ll say something like `You’re right, Tom!  She’s got some excellent moves!’

And if he presses the issue, I’ll say, `Hay Tom, you know a gentleman doesn’t

kiss and tell!’ and I won’t, but the fact that we’re going out again will drive

him crazy!  `Sides, I bet we can have some fun together, NO PRESSURE, honest!”

Amy liked it.  By their third date she also liked Jeff.  He didn’t pressure her.

They necked, petted some.  Jeff let Amy set the pace. She really was very

passionate.  By their 6th date Amy wondered if she was going to be able to keep

her promise.  Not because Jeff was pressuring her; her own body was. Amy made a

very conscious decision. She called Jeff and asked if they could go for a walk.

“Jeff, you’ve been super.  It’s not fair to you, I know.  If half the lines I

heard over the years about what it does to a guy not to… you know… have an

orgasm after being aroused is true, then you’ve been hurting some.”

“That’s assuming you’ve aroused me.”

Amy studied his face until he couldn’t keep it straight any more. Slapping his

arm playfully, Amy said, “You bum!  I may be a virgin, but I’m not totally naive!

 I guess I’m saying that maybe I haven’t been totally fair to you.”

“Amy, is this some graceful way of telling me you don’t want to see me any more?

Before you answer, let me say that we HAVE accomplished what we set out to do;

Tom’s squirming every time I see him.  I’m not admitting anything, and he isn’t

either.  It’s great!”

“Oh, I know!  He won’t even look at me when we pass on campus…

“But, no, a let down is not what this is about.  I want to see you now because I

like you.  I have since the beginning.  Those necking sessions were not part of

an act to get back at Tom.  I hope they weren’t for you…”

“They weren’t!  You’re a great gal!  Like I said our first date: `Some guy’s

gunna be a lucky SOB on his wedding night.’  So, where was this conversation

headed when you started it?”

“Well, what I’ve decided –and I wanted to tell you now instead of in the heat of

some necking session– is that I know there are… things we can do… ah, that,

ah… well, you know… that won’t take my virginity in a technical way, but

won’t leave you with… what do they call them?…”

“Blue balls?”  Amy nodded.  Jeff laughed.  “Amy, I don’t think I’m going to shock

you when I say that I have, after several of our dates, done exactly what I hope

you have: I’ve masturbated to relieve the sexual tension.”

Amy blushed.  “Me?”  They looked at each other.  Amy was the first to break. She

laughed falling into his arms.  Finally when their laughter subsided enough, Amy

looked up into Jeff’s blue eyes with her own green ones and said, “Can we do each

other?  Would you teach me? Without taking my virginity?”

“Madam, it would be an honor and extreme pleasure!”

Before the evening was over Amy had discovered new realms of pleasure. She

discovered she loved to have her breasts suckled and that someone else’s fingers

felt much better on your clitoris than your own.  She also held a real live penis

for the first time.  “It’s so BIG!” she exclaimed as they set on the edge of his

bed.

“Well, I’m glad your impressed, but honestly, it’s not much bigger than average.

An old girl friend measured it once: 6-3/4 inches; average is between 5-1/2 to

6-1/2 or so they say.”

“Was she a virgin?  Did it hurt her?  I’m sorry, that’s not fair to ask about

your former girl friends.”  Amy was slowly stroking his shaft with her palm,

unsure how to handle it.

“It’s ok.  It’s not like you know Karen or anything.  She was my high-school

steady.  And yeah, it hurt a little the first time, I guess.  They say it usually

does, but she was ready… and came back for more.  Sorry, that sounded a little

crude….And Amy, it’s ok to wrap your fingers around it….Yeah, that’s it.”

“What became of her?  If that’s too nosy…”

“It’s ok.  She went to a different college; wants to be a nurse.  We agreed it

was unrealistic to not date others.  We still write and are close… friends; you

know.  You’re a natural at that.”

“What?  Oh!”  She’d been stroking his cock up and down quite handily. “It’s neat!

 Kind’a hot!  It’s hard to imagine a girl taking on one much bigger… How big do

they come any way?”

“I assume you mean size?”  Amy gave him a what-else-is-there look, then blushed.

“Well, I’ve seen a few prono movies that had guys 9, maybe 10 inches.  I’ve heard

rumors of 12, but that’s likely just bragging or exaggeration.”

“Holy shit!  I can’t imagine!”

“Now remember, babies manage the passage, so I think things are fairly malleable

in there.”

Amy blushed again, thinking about –and picturing Jeff thinking about– her own

internal female anatomy.  “Yeah, but they say child birth is the most painful of

natural human experiences!”

“I wouldn’t argue against that… Amy, do you want to get each other off?  If you

do, we need to get more comfy, and agree not to talk about old girl friends, Tom,

female capacity, or big cocks… Well, I guess the later would be ok if it helps

feed a fantasy you have and that helps you get over the top.”  Amy knew exactly

what he meant. Jeff was removing his clothes, all of them.

“Sorry, I was just curious I guess.”  Jeff got into his bed.  Amy stole a few

glances at his manhood before he covered himself to the waist.  Her own blouse

was open, bra undone and jean shorts unzipped. She felt clumsy.  “Can I keep my

panties on?  I’d be more comfortable, I think.”

“Sure, but you’ve got to trust me and relax.  I won’t do anything to pop your

cherry as the saying goes.  You’ve got me almost as committed to your promise to

your dad as you are!”  Amy leaned over and kissed him.  “Do you need help

undressing?”  His hands helped her remove her blouse and bra.  She did her own

jean shorts and spun around into the invitation of raise covers Jeff gave her.

Discovery number 17 (or there about): Naked bodies feel REALLY good against each

other!  “You left your socks on.” Jeff said as she rubbed her feet on his lower

legs.

“Cold feet I guess.”  Jeff smiled at all the meanings that could be placed to

that.

“Let me see if I can warm you.”  His kiss was gentle.  “You are special, Amy!”

She melted.

Amy’s kiss back was more urgent.  “I’ve never trusted a guy like I do you!” Soon

they were lost in passionate kisses with lots of tongue exploration. Jeff moved

to her neck and then her breasts.  Amy’s nipples were hard and standing out

almost half an inch.  Soon she could take no more of that and pulled Jeff up so

she could reach his manhood that was leaving wet trails around her thighs.

Quickly the urgency of each was matched by the mutual manipulation of the other’s

genitalia.  Jeff fought the temptation to use his fingers IN her; he concentrated

on her clit, making only teasing forays gently up and down her slit occasionally

for lubrication –it was spread nicely.

Amy was soon beside herself, lost in the undiscovered feelings rushing through

her.  Her passion feed Jeff’s and he wished he’d thought to bring a hand towel.

With his free hand he was able to reach for a handful of tissue in time; glad he

was using his trapped hand on her clit.  Amy didn’t even notice; she was gone,

having fallen over the mountain!  It had never felt like this under her own hand.

 Jeff was relieved she’d made it before his own release into the tissue.  Amy had

gotten clumsy at the last but that was understandable and he was past the point

of no return.

Jeff took his hand from her panties and wrapped it around her neck and down her

back.  Amy saw him remove the wad of tissue as she caught her breath on his

chest.  She was a little disappointed he’d spent in a tissue; her curiosity about

the much giggled about male ejaculate would have to wait another time.  She

smiled a little to herself as she felt his shaft match what she herself felt at

that instant: a luxurious going limp sensation.  Amy knew there would be more

times with Jeff if she had her way.  She gave his shaft a last affectionate

squeeze and pulled her hand up his taut abdomen, stopping to play with his chest

curls in front of her own nose.

“Well, was it good for you, Amy?”

She purred, “Ummmm!  You know it was!  And you?”

“No blue balls tonight!”

“Next time, will you show me what to do with your…your cum?”

“Ummm!”  Jeff decided to let that wait until then.  “I’m glad you want a next

time!”

“Do you think this is violating my promise to my dad?”

“I’m sure there are some who would argue that you’re violating the intent of his

requirement of you.  But I doubt a loving dad would deny his girl –at age 19–

the right to explore and discover her body and it’s pleasures so she’ll be better

prepared for that special night.”

“I like that line of thought, Jeff!”  Amy almost said, `I love you,’ but didn’t;

what if he didn’t feel the same.

Jeff smiled.  He would have said more, but he was unsure how Amy really felt

about him.  Was he just a convenient, nonthreatening guy that had stumbled into a

way to help her get back at a jerk?  And was he now simply being used for a

little sex ed?  He’d already been rather hurt by a separation from his first

love.  He’d just hold it close a while and enjoy things with Amy as they came

along.

And come along they did.  On their 3rd session, the following week, Amy took off

her panties before swinging herself under the covers. “Kept your socks, huh?”

“I thought maybe you’d like to take them off of me!”

“Well, the panties might have been more fun, but hay!”  And with that he’d pulled

the sheet over his head and was literally diving for her feet.  Amy laughed and

squirmed her legs in mock attempt at escape, being careful not to kick at

anything important.  Jeff made quick work of her socks and was kissing around her

feet and ankles.  She had dainty feet.  He liked that.

He kissed his way up, giving both legs equal attention.  Ever modest, Amy held

her legs tightly together, her hips turned to the side away from him.  He still

kissed each thigh, just below her hips, his breath hot on her pubic area.  “OH!

She IS a natural red head!”

“With my eyes, fair skin and freckles, did you have any doubt?”

“No!”  He kissed her lower abdomen just above her sparse light red triangle.

She watched this hunched over mountain under the sheet, knowing his face was

inches from her pussy.  He pulled her pelvis flat on the bed and kissed the

inside curve of her pelvis at each thigh.  Amy tensed. “Come here so I can feel

you.”

“Not through here yet.  Trust me, Amy.”  The last said with such confidence and

certainty, it was the most natural thing, when he nudged her knees apart, to let

her legs fall open, any pretense of resistance gone.

His first lick and kiss were little more than a hot breath.  Amy’s hands clutched

the sheet to her chest as her legs fill open even more. “What are you doing to

me?” her words broken, almost a whisper.

“Relax.  My tongue won’t break it.”  Jeff smiled to himself as he maneuvered

between her legs.  He’d never eaten a virgin before.  He and Karen had lost their

virginity together a week before they tired oral sex for the first time. He could

tell before his first taste Amy was sweet!

Amy couldn’t believe how rapidly the heat spread throughout her pelvis, loins,

and rest of her being.  If her orgasms by digital manipulation had been like a

slow climb up a mountain to be released on the far side, this was like an

accelerating ski lift, her release at the yet unseen peak seeming to approach so

rapidly there was no sense of control what so ever.  She remembered saying, “What

are you doing to me?” yet again.

Jeff lifted his mouth from its work and asked in return, “Do you want me to

stop?”

Her answer left no doubt:  She threw the sheet off her overheated body and

grabbed both sides of his blonde head, pulling it firmly back to what he’d

started.  She looked before the sparklers started going off and saw Jeff’s nose

parting her red curls and could see a smile in his eyes.  Her head feel back,

eyes closed, as her body was racked by explosion after explosion!  That release

on at the mountain top was on a giant sky jump that hurtled her into space.

She heard a scream and another, then Jeff saying “Shhhh!  Amy!  The buildings

gunna think you’re dieing!”  Her hands left Jeff’s head and covered her own mouth

to stifle the last wail that she couldn’t keep from escaping. Thankfully, Jeff’s

mouth had returned to its task.  Or had her pussy returned to his mouth?  She

became aware that her pelvis was lifted off the bed, turned to one side and that

one leg had Jeff in a rather effective head lock.  Her other leg was draped

across his back.  Biting her knuckle, Amy opened her eyes to see this contorted

position her body had assumed.  She was please to see Jeff was still conscious

and breathing… and still had a smile in his eyes.

As she took several slow deep breaths, Amy untangled her legs from Jeff,

releasing his head.  He gave a final gentle kiss at the top of her slit as he

lowered her hips to his mattress.  Amy’s body jerked in an aftershock, bringing

smiles to both their faces.  “Holy shit!  What was that you did to me?”

Jeff raised his brows as he crawled up next to her, not quite believing she

didn’t have a general knowledge of oral sex if not the carnal kind.  “That my

dear lady, was cunnilingus, i.e.: oral sex, male on female style!”

“So that’s what that’s about!”

“You like?” “Did I embarrass myself?”

“Only if security busts in here in the next few minutes to see who was being

attacked!”

“Well, I think a girl could get hooked on that!”

“I’ll take that as a compliment!”

“You should!…Ah… I’ve heard there’s a female on male version of that.  Is

that something you would… ah, enjoy… you know, enjoy me doing to you?”

“It’s called felatio.  And yes, I would enjoy it very much, but only if you want

to do it.  I mean, don’t feel obligated just because I did you…”

“Enough of that.  I want to.  I want you to teach me!”  Amy was already scooting

down to lean across his loins.  She’d grown comfortable with his organ in the

past week, handling it like a pro; she smiled as she wrapped her hand around it.

“Looks like he’s excited about the prospect of being in my mouth.”

“That’s true, but he also liked it when my mouth was eating your pussy!”

“Really!  Do all guys like that?”

“Amy, I can’t say that.  But I think most do.  Those that don’t, either haven’t

tried it, choose their partner poorly, or are dumb.” “Does it taste bad?”

“Which?  Pussy or cock?”

“Oh, sorry.  Pussy.”

“I can’t vouch for all, but I’d say if hygiene has been reasonable; no.  I

thought you were VERY sweet!  I sure enjoyed doing you very much.”

“Thank you!”

“On the other hand, not all gals like doing it to guys.”

“I know that.  Some of the gals talk about it.” “I’d like to be a mouse for that

conversation.  What do they say?”

“Some carry on that it’s so nasty they’d never do it!  Others say they love it!

One gal says she likes it better than intercourse, but only if the guys doing her

too!  I can understand that, based on what you did to me!…What do I do?”

“Jesss!  I’ve never given lessons before… treat it like a ice-cream cone part

of the time, then a pop-sickle.”  Jeff used the towel to wipe away the pearly

drop that Amy had been watching get bigger.  She was a little disappointed.  He

kind’a left the hand towel –like they’d been keeping handy for each session–

where she could get it easily.  Was he merely considerate or was it expected

she’d finish him in the towel?  She hoped he’d provide instruction later.

Amy gently kissed it on the side under the crown.  She was a little surprised by

the softness of the outer skin and it’s heat.  She tested the taste with a few

swipes around the head, treating it as he said: like an ice-cream cone. Jeff’s

groan communicated his pleasure thus far.  Amy tried to distinguish its taste

from the rest of him; it was subtle if there at all.  Amy tested her ability to

take it in her mouth by covering the crown.  She was careful to cover her teeth

with her lips; she let her tongue lave back and forth across the crown. Jeff

groaned again.  Amy noted the contrasting feel of the soft outer skin and firm

texture of the underling tissue.

Amy’s hand began to take part also.  Jeff hadn’t told her to, but it seemed to

come naturally after their week of manual stimulation. Adding a slight sucking to

the cock head also seemed natural; Amy wondered if it was Jeff’s pop sickle

analogy or something more primitive.  More groaning from Jeff.  Amy forced her

lips down past the ridge of the crown.  Jeff groaned.  Her mouth seemed to be

open so far it hurt a little.  She allowed her lips to slide off her teeth; this

was a little easier, but she didn’t want to bite him.  Amy allowed her mouth to

assume the same tempo as her hand around his shaft.

Amy heard a whimper; it was her own.  Her pulse rate had risen also. As Amy got

past the mechanics of the process she was discovering that it was exciting in its

own way.  This was, after all, a rather intimate way to show affection for the

male organ… and the male attached to it.  Or was it visa versa?  Amy decided it

really didn’t matter; with Jeff, she felt it was becoming a focus on the male

himself, as opposed to the organ itself.  But it did occur to her that the act

was exciting enough, she could see how it could be done for the organ itself, and

the rush it provided the doer.  All of these thoughts spinning around in her head

as she picked up a rhythmic bobbing motion, taking a little more shaft in her

mouth. “Amy, not quite so much teeth, Sweety. You’re doing great though!”

“Oh, I sorry!  It gets a little hard to keep my mouth open far enough I can

protect you from my teeth with my lips.”

“It’s ok to graze the shaft some with your teeth.  It’s even ok to nibble a

little but not while you’re… you know, moving up and down.”

Amy had been testing the taste while she took a break from sucking to talk to

him.  She realized her mouth –and looking at his shaft, it too– was wetter,

slipperier than spittle alone would explain.  She deduced that the fluid she’d

watch form that droplet had continued to leak.  She licked and smacked her lips a

little; she decided it tasted good.  “I’ll try to do better.”

Jeff chuckled a little, then groaned his approval as Amy once again wrapped her

lips around his cock head.  She did do better this time. Soon Jeff’s breathing as

elevated along with his pulse rate.  Amy wasn’t unaroused herself; her own

breathing got deeper as she worked on the rhythm of breathing and the bobbing

action on his shaft, while preventing her teeth from doing more than lightly

grazing his shaft. And she had this urge to use a hand on her own pussy,

especially that sweet spot Jeff had helped her get much better acquainted with.

But she didn’t.  Instead she decided to concentrate on Jeff’s responses; learn to

read him.

There was so much to read: his breathing, facial expressions, subtle movements

and squirmings of his hips, grunts and groans, muscle tension in his thighs, and

what he was doing with his hands. Sometimes his hands clutched at the bed covers,

sometimes rested or slowly stroked his chest or abdomen, but what Amy liked the

best was when he stroked her hair or the side of her face.

Amy was picking up the speed now having fallen into a comfortable rhythm and

keying on Jeff’s arousal.  Amy new it was getting close. She wished he would give

her some instruction about his ejaculate; what was the proper etiquette? Jeff’s

hand moved the cloth toward her right before he announced, “I’m close, Amy!  So

close; don’t stop yet. Keep jacking it!  Oh god!”  Amy took the cloth from him;

if that was the proper thing to do, at least she was going to control it and

finally get a look at what happened when a guy came!  “Yes! Here it cums!

Aaaaggghhhhhh!”

Amy had neatly arranged the cloth on his abdomen to catch his ejaculate and then

gasped as the first two pulses shot past it up on to his chest.  Her eyes were

wide as she watched from just to the side.  She could almost hear it squirt and

splat.  As the third surging rope shot out of his slit Amy had aimed it down more

almost flattening the shaft against his abdomen.  It was however more a function

of the diminishing spurts that caused it to land on the cloth, rather than her

aim.  Jeff’s hand intervened and elevated his cock to about a 70 degree angle.

Amy saw the last of his spurts arc 1 or 2 inches before landing on the cloth,

then a dribble that quickly spread through her fingers wrapped around the shaft.

“Wow!  There’s so much of it!  Sorry I made a mess; I didn’t know!”

“Wow’s what I say!  Sorry, I should have warned you better.”

“No, it was neat really!  Do all guys come that much?”

“Jess… I don’t know; maybe a little less, a little more, about the same I

guess!” Amy had finally gotten her look at male ejaculate.  Based on what she

heard she had expected it to be whiter and less… lumpy.  She had an urge to

taste it, but Jeff was already cleaning it up with the towel.  Amy sensed a

certain level of self-consciousness in Jeff.

“Are you ok?  I mean YOU act embarrassed about your cum.  I thought embarrassment

was my job!”

“No I’m not!  I mean,…well maybe a little.  Who said you had an exclusive on

embarrassment?”

“I didn’t mean anything by it… beyond, relax, you’ve sure brought me along…

Or did I do something wrong?  Besides lousy aim and underestimating its range?”

“NO!  You’re fine!…It’s just an intimate thing, you know your cum.”

“You know what?  I think this whole sex thing is full of intimate potholes. Look

at me earlier, shirking loud enough to peel paint! Let’s make a deal: no

embarrassment from now on.  And we need to be able to talk about anything.”

Jeff wondered who was instructor and who was student.  “Deal!”  Jeff got a warm

wash rag to finish cleaning himself and included a gentle wipe to Amy’s crotch.

She thought it more a nice gesture than a necessary one.  As he finished, Jeff

said, “One of the things we should probably talk about is that next week is the

last we’ll have before summer break.”

“I know, and of course it’s finals week, cramming and all.  Think we can make

some time?  You know, therapy to lower tension levels during finals week couldn’t

hurt, right?”

Jeff couldn’t help but chuckle a little.  For a virgin, Amy was proving to be

very sexual indeed.  “Sounds like a plan to me!… But Amy, I guess I was needing

to talk beyond next week a little.”

“Well, I assumed you’re going home.  What is it?  6 - 7 hour drive?”

“A fairly honest 8 hours actually.  And you’re, what, 45 minutes the other

direction?  Wish I lived that close.”  Jeff handed Amy some of her clothes and

began putting his own on.

“We won’t see each other over the summer, well we?” Amy said with a pout.

“We can write and talk on the phone though.  Have you got a summer job lined up?”

“Probably work at the city pool again.  You?”

“Back with my cousin doing landscaping likely….Amy… there’s something else…

You know Karen and I write… In her last letter she said she really missed me

and wanted us to get together over the summer.”

Amy took a deep breath and sat back on the bed.  She suddenly felt naked and

clutched her blouse to her chest.  “You still love her, don’t you?”

“There’s still a lot of feelings there.  I’m telling you because I think it’s

important for us to be honest.” “Thanks.  I appreciate that.  Really….And I

knew I had no claim on you.”  Jeff sat and took her hand.  “Is it ok to be a

little jealous of Karen?  I mean, that is being honest right?”

“Well, there’s nothing to be jealous of yet.”

Amy knew he meant in the physical, problem was she meant the emotional: the love.

 ”Would it have made a difference if…we’d gone all the way?”

“That kind of `what if’ probably isn’t fair or valid.  I know this, if we had,

you’d be upset with yourself and probably with me for breaking your promise to

your dad.  I doubt we could have handled that in the long term.  You are very

special to me, Amy!  Exactly as you are!  If you weren’t special I wouldn’t feel

such a need to be honest.”  Jeff had started helping her dress.

Amy tried to put forward a stiff upper lip.  “So, does this mean we’re divorced

or can we go do some pizza?  I’ll buy!”

“How could I turn that down!  And no, it means nothing more than what I’ve told

you.  There’s no promises made between Karen and I.  It may not work out at all;

we’re not the same teen-agers that went off to different schools 2 years ago.”

The thought of finals week without Jeff and his sex ed classes was so depressing

to Amy, she took Jeff a copy of her finals schedule and they made a schedule of

their own.  They were going to have 3 sessions and Amy decided to put the summer

out of her mind, best she could, finals were distracting enough.  She would just

exist from one test to the next and one session to the next with Jeff.

The first session with Jeff was Monday night.  It was almost a repeat of their

first oral session, except she did him first.  She actually liked that even more,

as doing him really turned her on somehow.  Amy finished Jeff into the towel

without making a mess.  She immediately wondered what it would be like to finish

him in her mouth; she remembered the strength of it as it was hurled upward.

Jeff was running late for their second session; It was on Tuesday. When they

looked at the clock Amy know there wasn’t time to relieve both of them. “Sense

we’re so rushed, how about I just do you?”

“That wouldn’t be fair.  Wait, I know!  We’ll do each other!  69!” “69? That’s

where we get…?” Amy’s hands were flying madly trying to say in gestures what

her mouth couldn’t get out.

“That’s correct, and you’ll be on top!”  Amy liked that!

It would have been funny to watch: clothes were flying as they prepared

themselves.  It almost became a race.  Even though she was going to be on top,

Amy made a giggling finish of getting on the bed first.  Jeff protested, “That’s

not fare, you cheated, you left your soaks on!”  He stood at the edge of the bed,

his hands on his hips and his rigid member bobbing in front of him.

“But I thought you liked to take them off?”  Amy got on her hands and crawled the

foot necessary to reach his cock with her mouth.

“Oh my!  Find something you want?” Amy moaned her agreement.  Jeff thought, `Yes,

for a virgin this gal is HOT!’ then said, “Well, let me get down and get to you!”

 Amy guided him to the mattress under her, glad he in turn guided her legs to

each side and her pelvis to his face.

Amy looked up at the clock; they had 22 minutes before her next final was

scheduled to start and it was a 5 minute walk.  Give 5 minutes to dress and

groom; this needed to be fast!  Amy got right to work.  Jeff did too.  He was

amazed at how wet she was.

Not another word was spoken as they climbed the mountain together. The sound and

rhythm of their breathing and groans of arousal the only gauge of their progress.

 If there was ever a case of a clear goal pursued by mutual, maximum effort, this

was it!  The obvious arousal of the other feed their own!  Amy was sensing Jeff’s

approach as well as her own.  Just as he swelled a little, but noticeable degree,

several things happened: Amy knew she was about to get her first taste of male

cum, that triggered her own orgasmic rush, then Jeff was shoving a handful of

tissues in her face.  Amy