Lesbian Nurse

Lesbian Nurse

Chapter 1
I moved to Guildford two years ago; John was transferred and I had to leave myjob as a secretary for Colson's, a wine importer back in Warminster. I had noreal qualifications, but we needed the money from both of us working - and I was getting bored fixing up the new house and window-shopping in the town centre. Eventually John bought up my old nursing qualification - It'd alreadyoccurred to me, but I wasn't sure that it was what I wanted now. I'd drifted into the classes at 16, with nothing else to do, and passed the qualifiying exams, then after half-heartedly applying for a couple of local posts thrown it all up and worked for Colson's for four stagnant years.
John thought it was a great idea. "Give them a call tomorrow, love", he said,nestled under my arm as we lay in bed that night. His hands were wandering about in their familiar and welcome pre-sex rounds; I lay back, relaxed as he gently turned me on, stroking the outline of my thighs, the curve of my bottom, my stomach. I saw him looking at my nipples under my T shirt - he knows how sensitive they are, what they do to me - and I felt the melting begin in my tummy as he pulled the T shirt up to my shoulders and sucked the nearest erect nipple between his warm lips, tweaking the other between the outside of his index and middle fingers. I lay there passively, as his suction drove pleasure throughout my body, radiating from my nipples, my breath deepening. He lay on his side at my side, now, and I could feel the heat of his cock throbbing against the cool, smooth skin of my thigh. It feltbigger than its seven inches (I've measured it for him!), hot and blunt; I couldn't stop my bottom shifting in the bed of its own accord to turn and press my thighs against it, my breasts against his lightly-haried chest. Now I felt my usual urgent need to be taken by him, to be overwhelmed; my open mouth found his and our tongues talked and chattered. His large hands ranged down over my bottom, first pressing it down to push my delta gainst his stiff tool, then to part the globes with his palms while running his forefinger lightly over my anus, then down, gently, to make small, gentle circles at the now sticky bottom of my vagina while his other hand tweaked a nipple sharply.
He shifted, pushing me on my back and rising - I opened my legs to him, held out my arms for him as he positioned himself above me - in the half-light I could see the outlines of his cock as it rose past his navel. I would have it- in me - now! At the thought I felt an unbearable sticky itch within me thatonly his cock could scratch, I murmured, "Fuck your cock in me, Fuck me!" With one hand he forced it down, pushed the plump head up and down in my slickentrance, pressed on the hood over my clitoris, then, as if tiring of teasing me, he manouvered his stiff, vein-ribbed dong, it was stiff, stiff, to the inner channel, then quickly, smoothly, pushed it all, all of the stiff, in my hot, oily tunnel.
Breath whooshed from me as he entered; the feel of the full length of John's cock stretching me comfortably and juicily made me woozy with pleasure: beforeI recovered I felt the brief intimate slap of his balls against my smooth bottom-cheeks and his hand pulling at my left nipple again. The sensations overwhelmed me, rode me up my pleasure, too many to keep track of. I could feel all his veins in his cock as it pressed in, the pleasure-pain in my soft breasts, his weight forcing me, taking me, the butterball heat-itch in my middle being scratched with his slick, blunt fuck-tool. I gasped out, my hairdischevelled, my hands at his chest, my legs wrapped around his bottom, looking in his eyes as he pounded me now, a thin sweat on his muscular body - bigger than me, taking me - his thickness stove in and out, moving my pleasureon, closer to blotting me.
"Cocksucker!" John said to me distractedly, his breath ragged, "Fuck-Bitch". I could see he was approaching his orgasm, and I needed mine - I pushed against him with my thighs, now, and his enraged cock thrust in a little deeper, he slapped against me, and again - my pleasure neared its peak as his thrusts became deeper, longer, His frantic fingers pinched my nipple hard and pulled up on it with a sharp pain - I surrendered to the body-filling waves ofecstacy. "Cunt, Cunt!", his breath gasped from him now, and finally he pressed into me with all his body, and even in my daze of sensations I felt his spunk jet out from his iron cock, into me, filling me, his cock still filling my channel, so full! I held him to me, savouring the completeness, myvacant cunt filled.
Finally he shrunk, panting, and his heated body cleaved off from our mingled sweat and clumped down beside me. Tendrils of pleasure sang me to sleep.

Chapter 2
Guildford General did have a vacancy for a qualified Staff Nurse, in fact for two of them. An interview was arranged for the following friday with the wardsister, Angela Leighton, just after lunch. The receptionist told me they'd had dozens of enquiries from an advert in a local paper, so my hopes were pretty grim.
I wasted half an hour trying on various outfits - I settled on a medium-lengthwollen skirt with a businesslike creme silk chemise, without the bra - I didn't want them to think I was some old fogey, or whatever.
When I turned up - a little early - I was shown into her little office, and took a seat nervously. Angela wasn't there yet, so I sat quietly with my hands in my lap and tried to think of something else. Muted chatter and the clink and rumble of trolleys outside the open door lulled me, and I relaxed a little. After a few minutes a nurse in her early thirties with her blond hairtied severely back stepped through the door with a sheaf of folders. "Are youWendy Stanton?" I nodded and rose, "Hello, " she said, with a smile, "I'm Angela Leighton - Anglea, alright?" I smiled back. She sat down and leafed through a pile of folders already on her desk. "Right - If I can just get this form...OK. " She pulled a pen from her breast pocket. "OK. Wendy...Stanton... - what's your address, Wendy?" I told her and she copied it down. "Right - Erm, Female, no, no, yes, erm... twenty-fifth.". She went on with questions about my qualifications and school history. We covered previous employers, then she rose and shut the door, and sat down again. "OK,Wendy, that's, erm, so far, so good. Now I have to ask you some personal questions, do you mind?" I said whatever was necessary was fine by me.
"OK." She ferreted out a clean sheet of paper and put the form to one side. "When was your first sexual experience?" Well, this took me by surprise a little. " Do you mean masturbation, or real intercourse?" I asked. "Well, masturbation counts, I guess," she said, with a gleam in her eyes. "When I was fourteen, then," I said. She made notes on the paper. "Was that when youwere alone, or .. mutual masturbation?" At this a brief flash of memory of Claire flashed by, dislodging more feelings with it than it ought to.
"Actually, it was with my best friend at the time.", I said in a sort of impulsive confidence.
"A Girl, then?"
"Yes, " I said, reddening and wishing I hadn't been so honest. Anglea gave nosigns and made more notes.
"What is your sexual preference at the present time?", Angela looked me straight in the eyes across the desk as she asked. "I can't believe this is relevant, " I began.
"I know it seems that way, " said Anglea in a warm tone, "but trust me, Wendy,it's very relevant to this job. But if you don't want to say..." she let it hang. "Heterosexual.", I said. "Exclusively Heterosexual." I added. Angelanodded sagely and gave me an appraising look that covered most of my body. I looked down in confusion to see my nipples erect through the silk chemise. I blushed and looked in the corner. Angela coughed and the questions turned to my history of diseases and allergies.
Finally, she finished and we both rose. She gave me a warm smile. "I think you've done very well, Wendy; we'll be in touch." I felt her eyes on my body as I left. Were those questions for real, or was she some kind of lesbian?
Chapter Three
The 'phone rang on Tuesday morning - it was Angela herself. "Hello Wendy! I'm very pleased to say that we've selected you for one of the positions!"
"That's great," I said, pleased. "When do I start?"
"Sooner the better, I think, " said Anglea. "Why don't you come to my house this evening and I'll take you through an idea of your duties?"
She gave me directions and her number in case I got lost, and I said I'd be there for nine. I had a long bath that afternoon, and in the middle of it remembered that John was working late tonight. I wrapped a towel around me and called Angela at the Hospital to ask if she'd mind picking me up, althoughJohn'd probably be back by the time we'd finished and could drive me back. She was only the other side of town, anyhow. "No problem, Wendy, No problem",she replied, "See you at nine. I'm really looking forward to it.".
Jeez, what did that mean? I was beginning to wonder if Angela was a Lesbian, and she fancied me. All those questions! What did I feel about that? It reminded me of Claire; but that was a long time ago, now. Somehow in my mind's eye my image of Claire seemed to be wearing starch, white linen, now. I gave a little shiver and finished my bath.
I spent the next couple of hours lounging around, getting dinner and watching TV, surprising myself a little with my growing restlessness. I settled on jeans and a T-shirt, and after some indecision, decided on a bra. As nine O'Clock approached, I grew steadily more nervous, and had a glass of wine fromout of the fridge to calm myself down.
The doorbell rang at five to nine - Angela stood there in her uniform. "You're Ready?" she asked, with her warm smile. I told her I was, shut the door and we both walked to her car.
"I hope it's not too late for you, tonight - it's just it's the end of my shift at 8:30" she said, once we were underway. I told her it was fine, and that anyway, I needed the job badly. We made small talk, and eventually we pulled up at her block of flats. She parked the car, and we got out into an awkward silence. She led the way to her flat, unlocked the door. It was a cosy flat, with rugs on the floor and hung on the walls, ornaments and nick-nacks everywhere. "Make yourself at home," said Angela, and went off to make some tea. I made for the sofa and looked around while Anglea made tea-making noises in the kitchen. She had some photographs framed sitting on a dresser - there was a couple of a little boy, as a young baby, then at two or so, then one of Angela with a younger black-haired girl, standing in front of a tree sheilding their eyes from the sun, and - my eyes must have bugged out - one of Angela and the black haired girl kissing. I looked away, just intime to collect my tea from Angela - she must have seen me looking, but said nothing.
"OK, " said Angela, and she began to take me through the shift times, and a quick idea of who I would be working with. I was half listening to her. Running through my mind like a stuck record was "Angela licks cunts". I stared at her lips as she spoke, unable to not imagine them pushed against a moist cunt, her nose buried in the pubes. "Are you free tomorrow afternoon? I'll show you around the ward, and introduce you." I said I was.
"Angela," I said, hesitantly. She gave me her full attention with her green eyes. "Can I ask you a question?"
She said nothing in a way that was an assent. "Are you... erm, do you prefer... other women?" I croaked out, redenning.
"You mean, 'Am I a Lesbian'? What made you ask that," she said in an even tone, giving nothing away.
"Well, the questions you asked at the interview, and, the... picture over there...", I indicated, and ground into an embarassed silence. "I'm sorry, " I began, "I shouldn't..."
"Yes, " she said, cutting me short. "I am a Lesbian. Women turn me on, I love women. I don't hate men, just prefer women. By a good margin." She looked me steadily in the eyes, I guess I gaped back at her. There was a silence built of cast iron.

Chapter 4
"I'm not going to jump on you," she said finally, with her calm smile; I laughed nervously. "Look, do you want to go? " she asked, in a way indicatingshe would understand, wouldn't be offended. "No, No," I insisted, "I just wanted to know." The silence grew out again, my hand fidgeted in my lap.
"Wow, you look stressed out!" she exclaimed with a laugh. I smiled nervously up at her. "Since you're staying, would you like something a bit stronger than tea to calm you down? Bacardi, Martini...?" I was aware we were headinginto dangerous territory here, but an ambivilence urged me on. "Yes, please!"I said. She smiled at me and made me a Martini and lemonade - I accepted it and gulped half of it down. "Who is your friend in the photgraph?" I asked.
"That's Melanie - I guess you'd have to call her my 'Lover'. We've being going steady for three years, now. We don't live together, though."
"Oh." I said. Angela eased herself beside me, at the oppsite end of the three-seat sofa. She had been sitting in the Armchair across from me. "Can Iask _you_ a question, now you've satisfied your curiosity," she said, looking mischevious. I said OK, and took another gulp of Martini.
"How did you and your friend get together that time when you were fourteen?" She certainly hadn't forgotten anything about our interview! She must fancy me, that's why she invited me over here, she wants to.. she wants to fuck me, I thought, and my eyes glanced over her breasts. She noticed my attention, and now her eyes were bright.
"Her name was Claire - she was a year older than me, much more confident than I was. She - she made me do things." She had mastered me; I had been her slave. She had teased me with her too-perfect blonde body until I begged to lick her perfect little sixteen-year-old cunt for her, tears in my eyes. She never cared for me, and finished with me in two weeks, before moving on to greater victories; I was like some kind of warm up for her. The last I heard of her, she was high up in a famous woman's magazine in London.
"She made you just masturbate her? Did she make you do anything else?" Angela had edged closer on the sofa. I felt a familiar warmth between my legs; I shivered. I couldn't look Angela in the eyes, somehow, "She made me,you know, do cunnilingus on her," I stammered out. I glanced in her eyes, shewas beside me now. She looked magnificent, strong and confident, with me the object of her attention, her prey; it was almost too much to smell her warm perfume. Her breasts jutted up at me, crowded me. My nipples ached against my bra cup, my insides began to melt. "Did you... enjoy it? Enjoy what she made you do? Did you like being made to lick her cunt?" I stammered out somenonsense as I felt her cool hand cup the back of my neck. "You like to be made to do things, don't you?" I glanced about like a frightened rabbit, but her gaze transfixed me, and I stared my lostness into her green eyes as she leant closer and brushed my parted lips with hers. "Poor Darling," she breathed, and stroked my hair. "You want to lick my cunt, don't you? Do I make you wet? Hmm?" I couldn't have replied even if I knew what to say. I felt so turned on by her attentions, by not knowing what she would do to me, by her being in control, I was half out of my mind with desire.
Her hand at the back of my neck gathered my hair and pulled down on it hard enough to make me turn my face up. "Put your tongue out," she commanded, keeping up the tension on my hair. I gazed at her, and peeped the tip out; itfelt so secret between us, we both imagined it buried in her cunt. She laughed, and bent to kiss it, sucking hard on it. "Lick my cunt, Hmm? Lick it?" her warm breath spoke into my mouth, as I gasped back into hers. She released my hair, her hands were on my breasts now; she jerked the T shirt outof my jeans, reached inside and unhooked my bra. My full breasts spilt forward, to her hands, at first with my nipples burning into her palms, then intense sensations swept me as she twisted my nipples roughly between her thumb and forefingers.
Abruptly she let me go, and held out her hands to help me up from the sofa. Iwas in a state, my bra half-on, and half off, my T shirt rumpled. She led me by the hand into her bedroom, and sat me on her double bed. The sheets were cool under me. "I... I..." I stuttered, but Angela was unzipping her nurse's uniform. She unhooked her bra, kicked off her shoes and her small breasts bobbed free. She quickly slid her skirt down, then her panties, revealing hercarefully tended mound. It was cut very short, and shaved at the sides. She was evidently a natural blonde.
She stood in front of me, her hands in my hair again, pushing my face into herwarm pubes. "Lick my cunt, Wendy, put your tongue in. I'm wet for you. Lickme!" She parted her thighs, and ground my willing face into her moist slit. The dark, heady perfume of her juices filled my lungs, intoxicated me. She hunched forward, and I craned my head forward, then squeezed my tongue betweenher cuntlips, tasting her heat and moisture. How sweet her moisture was! With one hand she pressed my face into her mound, the other was busy at her nipples, pulling them out and letting them snap back painfully. "Oh, you tongue me, you slut," she hissed, "you tongue-fuck my cunt." She rocked her thighs into my face. My tongue pressed into her moist creases, tasting her sweet fresh juices.
Suddenly she pulled back, and tugged at my T shirt, pulling it up and over my head. I held out my arms meekly, staring at her breasts with their stiff nipple-turrets, and she pulled it off, my breasts jiggling, my nipples taut. As she leaned over me to undo my jeans, I craned up and caught a nipple between my lips briefly, then lay back as she took off my jeans and jerked my panties down. She pushed me roughly over on my tummy, grabbed my hair with one hand, and pulled it tight enough to hurt a little. "Slut! " she said loudly, and her open hand came down hard on my bottom with a loud smack. It stung and I cried out, muffled by the bedcovers. "You want to tongue me, Slut! Say it!" She smacked me again, harder. "Say it to me!" The burning in my bottom joined with the warmth in my tingling slit.
"I..." She pulled back harder on my hair, bringing my head off the bedcovers,smacked me again. Tendrils of pleasure-pain felt around by body. "I want to tongue your cunt," I whispered. And I did. I adored her strength, the way she dominated me. I wanted to worship between her legs. I felt her thumb force its way between my exposed bottom-cheeks, and press in and out against my anus. I was hot, hot. I wanted to be taken.
She roughly turned me over again, on my back, and straddled herself on top of me. She moved up until her breasts we above my face. "Suck my titties, Slave-Slut," she commanded from above me. I reached up and caressed them, then craned up and captured each nipple in turn, sucking the nipples hard, howI like it. "Ooooh, feels good!" Angela gasped. After a moment one of her hands reached down to roll and tweak my left nipple painfully hard. I raised a knee and ground it into her behind, above me. It felt hot and sticky. We continued this way for minute, then she raised herself, and bought her sweet cunt over my face. We stared into each other's eyes with lust and love. "Tongue me, Slut?" she teased, her perfect blonde quim inches above my hungry lips. "Yes, yes," I husked. Finally, she pressed her open thighs down on my mouth. Her hot, sticky moistness enveloped me, and I was glad. I opened my mouth so my top lip worked on her clitoris as I moved my head, while my tonguepressed into her as far as it could go.
She rocked on her kees above me, her hands reaching back to squeeze my breastsand brush my nipples. My own cunt ached for her, now. After a time her movements became spasmodic on me, and she deserted my breasts. I looked up tosee her hands clamped on her own, her eyes closed, mouth parted. My tongue tasted sweeter juices deep inside her. She was close. I nibbled on her clitoris, my hands wanton on her bottom-cheeks, moulding them, pressing her into my face. I wormed a finger between them, as she had done to me, and pressed at her anus. She gasped, above me, and her thighs jerked frantcally on my face. I moved to remove my finger, but a quick hand darted down and pushed it back into place. Her anus relaxed rythmically on my finger, but I kept up a gentle probing pressure with my fingertip.
After a few moments, she collapsed on top of me, panting. Her nipples burnt into my breasts, and mine into hers. Her mouth sought mine, and our tongues entwined. I knew she could taste her own juices from me. Her leg slipped between mine and at last her thigh squashed my pulpy slit, to my pleasure. Her caressing hand trailed down my body, reached between my thighs. She ran her forefinger smoothly up and down my oily channel, slipping over my raised clitoris and lightly into my vagina. "Oooh, like that, Slut?" she breathed. I ached to feel her within me. "Fuck me, make me come!" I gasped. Her smoothfinger slicked up and down. She leaned down and covered my mouth with hers. My thighs parted wider and I quivered. Her hand twisted - now her thumb stroked horizontally across my clitoris, and her slick, oily finger wormed confidently into my bottom. I bucked as she pressed her fingetip into my anus, but her weight held me down, and her tongue licked mine soothingly. Herexperienced finger slipped in, lubricated by my juices - it's itchy-burning inme connected with her thumb toying with my clitoris and I caught fire in my bottom and in my cunt. My hips jerked, my breath rushed in and out - her finger slid in my anus all the way to its knuckle. My back arched, and I came, came in my cunt and in my bottom, like never before - my whole body was alight, my tensed muscles sang.
Sensing I was coming, Angela slid down my body, and replaced her thumb with her tongue. She splurged her hot tongue into my wet slit, and shifted her head up and down so the whole surface of her broad, muscular tongue pressed upand down the inside of my cunt-lips. Her finger in my bottom vibrated, tickling deep in my anal canal. I came again, and again.
Eventually she slipped her finger out of my bottom, and moved up the bed to me. As I lay there panting, she embraced me, kissed me tenderly and stroked my hair. We lay there, our legs entangled, each feeling the other's smooth thigh against their soaked cunt. I felt that she owned me, and I was proud.
Chapter 5
By the time I got back home that evening John was fast asleep in bed. I had cuddled up with Angela for a while after our experience, and she had reassuredme about what we had done. I was tired, but my mind was in a turmoil. I sneaked into bed and dozed off, my mind blurred.
I woke to feel a stiff cock pressed up between my bottom cheeks, it's hot headbutting against my spine. In my dreamy half-asleep state, last night merged with now and I thought it was somehow Angela's prick, by some miracle. John'sfamiliar hairy legs put me right; I said nothing. I lay on my side, with my legs drawn up slightly, John behind me. I ground my bottom against him, feeling the dimensions of his cock as I moved against it, caught in my bottom-groove. I felt an itch in my bottom from last night with Angela. I reached out, swivelling on my bum so it pressed harder against him, and took the bottle of hand cream from the bedside table. John's big hands caressed mybreasts as I relaxed back on the bed. I splurted a gob of handcream out on tomy hand, and reached around to take hold of his cock. Still with my back to him, I spread the hand-cream over his dick and ran my hand tightly up and downit, giving him a smooth, slow hand-job. His breathing became ragged as I worked. Afetr a few moments I said, "Give me your hand." He held out his hand, and I pressed the handcream out on it. "Put your finger in my bottom," I said. He hesitated, but I resumed my slow up-and-down motion on his stiff cock and his hand reached down between my cheeks.
First he ran the side of his hand up and down between by bottom-cheeks, spreading the hand cream in the groove, teasing my cunt at the end of every stroke. When it was all slick, his forefinger pressed against my anus, at first softtly, then harder. He wiggled his finger, and entered about half-an-inch. I shifted my bottom towards his hand, and continued to jerk himoff slowly. He took the hint and pressed in more. Once he was partially in, his whole finger slipped up there. I had to let go of his cock - my other hand was busy flicking and pressing at my clitoris, and I needed to squeeze mynipples real bad. "I need your cock." I said to him. "In there?" he asked, wiggling his finger in my bottom. "I want to be buggered" - the word spilled out, how dirty it sounded! - buggered in my arsehole by his thick stiffpole. I let out a small noise, my nipples tingled. I wanted taking, the taking of me. He gently slipped his finger out, and reached over for more hand cream. He pushed at my thigh to indicate I should take the doggy position, but it wasnot right; instead I turned on my back and stuffed a pillow under my back. I raised my legs in the air and gathered them in an arm. My cunt and bottom-hole were presented to him. "No - like this -" I said " - I want to see."
He knelt in front of me, and presented his purple-headed tool against my tiny button-hole. He squeezed hand cream on it. "Stop me if I hurt you, " he said, looking at me. I stared up at him, a magnificent sight, with that thickpole about to bugger me. "Put it in me!" I groaned. Heat and itchy burning in my bottom was driving me wild. He pushed the blunt weapon at my anus, it felt good, huge, about to enter, but it wouldn't go in. He reached down and wiped the thick head up and down, up and down in my wet cunt - oh, so nice, but I needed it - I needed - in my little hole, tickling there - Angela had...
He slipped his dick down between my cunt lips until he was at my anus again, and pressed once more. I concentrated on what Angela has done last night, in my mind, and wiggled my bottom slightly as he pushed, and it began to enter. He eased it slowly in, until an inch or so was inside. I was stretched; it hurt a little. He paused. I used my muscles down there to squeeze his hard thing. "I want all your cock in me," I said. Our eyes locked. I rested my upright legs against his shoulders and gripped his arms with my hands. I stared into his eyes. "Bugger me, John, all of your cock, oh you, big, big..." As I gazed up at him, clutching his arms, he pressed forward slowly but surely, until half his cock disappeared within my bottom. I moaned out, impaled. One of my hands left his arm and fingered my cunt urgently - I was coming, coming on his stiff fuck. "Fuck me!" I husked. The walls of my rectum must have been giving his cock a powerful massage - I couldfeel his shifting length in me, taking me. He drew it back, pressed it forward, further this time, I felt. Again and again he drew it out and pressed it in. A pulsing pleasure started in my rectum in time with his thrusts. It grew - grew - I gripped his arm, it must have hurt him. Its firesuddenly spread over my whole bottom and tummy - I came like never before, hiscock in my bottom thrusting. My jerkings and inner spasms were too much for him, his stroke grew slower and stiffer, through my pleasure I saw his face wild, sweat on his brow, as he thrust his cock in all the way. He was muttering, but I heard him, woozy though I was with pleasure, "Take that cock - cock up your ass, boy, ass suck my cock" His cock slammed in, his thighs hard against mine, soft; this his last, a pause with a hoarse sniffle and I could feel it pulse powerfully as he spurted, and the hot, wet slap of his come coating my insides. His tense body crouched panting over me as he came, his body covering me. His hands reached to my shoulders and his weight pressed down on me, holding me trapped to him, an insolence of power to keep me for his come, to make me, but I wanted to. As I looked up at his body, my fingers worked at my clitoris and pressed painfully at my nipples, tweaking them hard until they slipped out from thumb and forefinger on the slippery hand-cream - I took more pleasure from him.
Finally I was finished; the pleasure drained, his softening tool was uncomfortable in my stretched anal canal. I eased forward, away from him, andfelt it slip back, and finally flop out with a warm wet drip of his come on mythigh. His big hands reached around and cupped my breasts. His juice leaked slowly from my still-stretched bottom, wetting my back. I felt detached, completed, pleased but silent. I had not forgotten the unguessed-at perversity of what he had said.

Monica

Almost every college freshman I knew or heard of was coolerthan me -- not to mention that they all had lost their cherries.Except me. Hell, I hadn't even gotten a good case of stinkfinger, unless you can count scratching your own ass. Instead of spending that first year getting out there andcopping some actual pussy like the rest of the known world, Icontinued doing what had occupied my last year and a half of highschool: shooting up at the dark ceiling at night, aiming betweenthe legs of the hovering mental image of a writhing, moaning,very erotic Monica. My roommate Darrell never gave up. Every couple weeks he wouldtry to get me to go out with a friend of a friend. `Guaranteedsquat' or `Best head in Lambda Chi' he'd tout with enthusiasm.But I always found a reason to go to the library or stay in thedorm. Yeah, I know how crazy that sounds. Go figure. 'Course, Ididn't end my freshman year screaming and trying to tear theurinal out of the wall when I took a piss like Darrell did. Iguess it's true that God takes care of angels and idiots, and Iknow that I'm no angel. I had no idea what had happened at home since I had left forschool, but the atmosphere between Dad and Monica when I cameback for the summer was, for the first time in my awareness,uncomfortable. After the first few days, Dad seemed to alwayshave to work late, and Monica and I just sort of had to lookafter each other in his extended absences. I didn't mind. I continued to worship the heavenly body myfather had somehow hooked into marriage during my junior year inhigh school. I remember the Tuesday with perfect clarity -- like it was thismorning. Monica lay on a deck lounger in my favorite peachbikini, baking to a gorgeous bronze while hiding behindsunglasses and a magazine. I spent an hour hiding my boner whilekeeping my face turned toward her, staring from the tiny slits ofmy squinting eyes. `God, you're wonderful,' I kept zapping herwith ESP. I couldn't see her eyes, but pretended that she waswatching me with a matching hunger. And receiving my messages. "Warren's going to Cleveland this afternoon," she saidsuddenly, wetting a finger on her pink tongue to turn a page ofher mag. "For a two-day seminar. Did he tell you?" "Nah," I mumbled. I turned and sat up, then slid into thechill water of the pool in a single motion. When I camesputtering up near her chaise, I grinned at her. "Course, itwon't be like I'll miss him -- no more'n he's home these days,anyway." It wasn't a kind thing to say, but Monica didn'tcomment. I made a few laps and got fairly presentable before climbingback up on the deck. Then I sat there beside Monica, kicking the water with my feet. "You're going to burn, Danny," she said quietly. "Nah," I grinned over my shoulder. "I'll mend my ways beforeit's too late." She smiled back, but I still couldn't see her eyes. "Silly!Better let me put some sun block on your back," she offered,holding up the brown bottle. "Thanks," I said, and moved closer. Monica sat up and madegood on her offer. I hunched over to hide my resurgentembarrassment as the firm strokes of her hands mesmerized me. Now, of course, I know better; but at the time, just thethought of having someone see me with an erection was enormouslyhumiliating. I guess my attitude had been built in the gymshowers after football practice in high school, when the guys allmade fun of me. Tall and terribly skinny, I would go to most anylengths to hide myself from their taunts, but, let's face it,when you actually step into the communal shower, there's reallyno way to keep a towel wrapped around your waist, withoutreceiving even more scoffs and jeers. I was a pretty fair passreceiver in those days, but even now, whenever I run into one ofthe guys I played with, the main topic of conversation is the wayI looked in the shower, with my cock slapping my legs nearly downto the knees. "There," she said with dreadful finality. She dropped thebottle over my shoulder. "You better do the rest of you, too." I obeyed my stepmother, slathering lotion all over me. "Whatabout you?" I said. "You're getting to be a nice shade of red,yourself." "Yeah," she agreed, looking herself over nearly as thoroughlyas I was doing at the same moment. "I think I'll go in, though.How about something decadent for lunch? Like cheeseburgers ..." "Sure," I agreed. "Extra grease on mine and hold the veggies." She turned with a laugh, stood up and took my breath away asshe made her way slowly to the steps at the shallow end. Iwatched her enter the water until it lapped at those marvelous,skimpily covered globes, then stand there applying handfuls ofwater to her shoulders and arms, and, God help me, her cleavage. Never before or since have I seen another female body likeMonica's -- not in the flesh. From her dark blond head with itssteady blue eyes, pouting full lips and sensuous overbite, to herpretty little feet, Monica was the well-stacked, curvaceous stuffof little boys' fantasies. Hell, grown men's fantasies, too.Five-nine and a hundred-forty pounds packed full, round andtight, with a softness about her, like a layer of wondrouspadding, that I find impossible to describe. I could see Dad falling for her, I could see him throwing hiswealth and charm at her to win her and marry her... What Icouldn't see was anything that could possibly be important enoughat the office, or in Cleveland, for that matter, to keep him awayfrom her so much of the time. The only change in her attire for lunch was an unbuttonedshirt over her damp suit. I had trouble keeping my eyes inneutral as I wolfed down the first of two burgers while Monicapicked daintily at her patty and cottage cheese. She kept her eyes down most of the time, and there was a deafening silence between us. I finally found the courage to say,"Can I ask you something ... it's pretty personal, I guess." She smiled with her eyes, and I about choked. "Sure," shemurmured. "Are you and Dad... okay? I mean..." Monica sat with fork poised over her plate, and something likepain clouded her doubtful, searching eyes. She sighed finally anddropped her fork on her plate, then sat back in her chair withher hands in her lap. She kept looking at my face, into my eyes. "I'm sorry," I mumbled, then hid behind a double mouthful ofcheeseburger. "No, don't be," Monica said quietly. "You have a right toask..." Clearly, talking was going to be a struggle for her. Alone tear breached the levee and tracked her downy smooth cheek. "ID I really don't know what it is, Danny," she said at last,and then her face lost the battle and went into the pinched, pre-weeping mode. "But something's dreadfully wrong..." She snortedand sobbed, then dropped her face into her hands. "... and I haveno idea what to do about it!" Oh, shit. I have consumed my share of foot in my time, butthat had to be the most uncomfortable I'd ever been, up to thatpoint. "God, Monica," I managed in a damnably trembling voice, "IDI'm sorry. I mean..." She raised her face and smiled at me through the tears, thenshook her head. "It's okay, Danny," she said. "It's nice to beable to talk to somebody about it, you know?" She snorted andwiped at her cheeks. "I mean, I can't talk to just anybody aboutstuff like that." I think I may have been trying to hide from her, but it tookthe form of moving behind Monica's chair and massaging hershoulders and neck, lightly and tentatively at first, then withmore strength as I became certain it was welcome. After a time ofgrunts and whimpers, as I slowly loosened the taut cords ofmuscle, her gorgeous head fell back against my convulsing belly."Oh, Danny," she sighed. "I'll give you 'til dark to stop that!" I laughed, and so did she. The stormy mood seemed to have fledand she began to talk, softly and hesitantly at first, thenbreathlessly and with obvious pain. And anger -- a hell of a lot ofanger. I couldn't believe my ears. My old man was a real shit.Not only that, but he must have lost half his brain in the war. Imean, we're not talking Kenl-Ration breath. The most gorgeousthing in the world, languishing in his house, starved foraffection and he treated her like a trophy on the wall. And itwas clear that Monica had a right to her suspicions that he wasout looking to bag more trophies. I bent and kissed her scalp and Monica's hand reached backautomatically and caressed my neck. "You're sweet," she murmured."Letting me go on like this..." I shook my head and murmured, "No, Monica. I'm not sweet. It'sjust that I -- I love you, you know?" I was struggling. "I mean,you mean an awful lot to me and I hate to see you hurting so..." I was hard as a branding iron, and the gentle caress on myneck did nothing to ease the situation. But I'd have remainedbent in half like that for days before I would have voluntarily asked her to stop. But she did stop, and I straightened, hoping with flamingcheeks that she wouldn't turn and see my embarrassing condition.I mean, the sucker was sticking straight out over my left pelvicbone... a wrap-around, so to speak. Oh, God! She did stand, with a small sigh, and she did turn.While I slowly died, she moved to me and reached up to draw meinto a breathlessly tight hug. "Thanks, Danny," she murmured finally, her head against mychest. "I guess I really needed to spout off." She tilted herhead back and peered up into my stupid grin. "You know, you'reeven nicer than I always suspected." That got a laugh, and then amoan when her arms squeezed around my middle, pressing against methe softest mounds of actual flesh I had ever felt. She peered up at me again, this time for several counts andwithout a trace of a smile. "You know what would be nice?" shemurmured finally. There was something new and unfamiliar in herwide blue eyes, something I was certain I was reading wrong. I didn't trust my voice, so just shook my head. But believeme, I truly did know what would be nice. "A wine cooler on ice, I think," she mused, still resting herbreasts heavily against willing old me. "And some more of yourexcellent massage -- you have remarkable hands, Danny. Big andstrong, but nice and gentle. I like that. Do you mind?" Somehow the gagging fear inside me permitted me to answer,"Oh, no. I don't mind at all. I got no plans this afternoon..."What a dweeb! She smiled up at me, and I couldn't catch my breath. Shereleased her arms from the hug, and I took a welcome breath, butcouldn't catch her hands before they slid down my ribs to myhips. It was an eminently innocent move, preparatory to parting,but her right hand came to rest briefly on the embarrassinglylarge and very painful bulge across my pelvis. Her eyes widenedmomentarily, then Monica smiled again, a sweet friendly smile, inno apparent hurry to remove her hand. She pressed against meagain, reaching up for a quick, friendly kiss, and I nearly felldown when she retreated. "You want one?" she called from the open fridge. I hesitated only a moment before nodding, and Monica hummedquietly as she fixed our tall icy glasses. There was something inher eyes, in her smile -- her very being -- that I had never seenbefore, and I liked the hell out of it. She led the way through the den, down the narrow corridor tothe spa. "This okay?" she asked, dimming the overhead light. "Yeah. Fine," I stuttered. "You want to find us some music? I'll start the heater in casewe feel like a dip later, okay?" "Sure." I retreated to the den and found an oldies station,then switched the output to the jacuzzi speakers. When I returnedMonica was stretched out on the padded rubdown table, face down,sans shirt. The jacuzzi jets were roaring, and slivers of steamrose from the roiling water. I took a deep slug before setting the glass down and standingover Monica. I was in a panic over where to start and how toproceed without getting into really deep shit. Since she said nothing, I started on her arms and shoulders, and let her grunts and groans of pleasure lead the way down her back. The string of her bikini top was in the way, but I maneuvered around it. Through no stretch of imagination could I have pulled the bow and moved it out of the way. Occasionally, Monica rose to her elbows to drink from her glass, then dropped back down with a sighing sound that I interpreted as "more". At length, she turned to look over her marvelous shoulder."You getting tired?" she whimpered, the glazed look in her eyesgiving me the answer of choice. "No, Monica, not at all," I replied, and was rewarded by anenormous languid smile. She turned and drained her glass anddropped again. I wanted to do those fabulous legs -- God, how I wanted to. "You wanna do my legs?" she asked without looking. "Er, sure," I said, wondering briefly and uncomfortably if shecould read my mind. "There's a bottle of oil in that second drawer over there,"she said in a voice muffled in the crook of her arm. "You couldoil my skin while you work, if you don't mind." "No-of-course-not." Monica laughed prettily. "You know, I could get used to havinga geisha boy as nice as you." I laughed, too. I could get used to being one, I thought butdid not say. Funny how the subject of my dad hadn't come up since we'd leftthe kitchen. Funny how it didn't come up while I worked the slickscented oil into those extraordinary gams. In the midst of a series of moans and whimpers, Monica turnedon the table and lay looking up at me for a very long count."What?!" I finally muttered, wondering if I had gone too far. She didn't smile, didn't blink for several moments. I staredat the strawberry blond hair fanned on the table beneath herhead, at the breasts bulging in overmatched bikini cups, at thenarrow waist moving as she breathed heavily. Heavily, I said. "I was just wondering..." she whispered at last. Whatever it was, the answer was not going to be maybe! "What?"I asked again, as quietly as she had spoken. I guess my red faceand staring eyes had already given her the answer. "Whether you're a confidential kind of guy," she mused, a lazyhand now stroking my arm, mussing its hair. "You know," shecontinued, "the kind of friend a girl could let her hair downwith, and not have to worry whether anyone would find out." "Monica!" I moaned. It was a harsh sound, from a painedbreast. "Don't wonder! God, I-" I couldn't express what I wasfeeling. "I know," she soothed, without needing further assurance. "Doyou like me, Danny?" It was a whisper of sound barely audibleover the roaring jets behind me. "God, yes, Monica!" I moaned, unable to hold her intense gaze."You're wonderful! You're beautiful! I- I'm afraid I'll make afool out of myself, I like you so much!" I was nearly crying now. "Yes. I like you, too, Danny," she murmured, letting her handmove up my arm, making me bend a bit as she caressed my shoulder."Do you think I'm pretty?" "Didn't you hear me?!" I bawled with a harsh grunt of laughter. "You're beautiful!" She savored that with a small smile before saying, "You are,too, Danny. Did you know that?" I shook my bowed head, aching to touch her but afraid. "No, Ididn't think so," she added. "You never act like guys who knowthey're beautiful. I find that awfully attractive in a man." I lifted my eyes in hope, in anticipation. Her eyes joined herlips in a smile and she nodded reassuringly. "Wouldn't it bewonderful if we could be the kind of friends who can trust eachother with anything? I mean, anything?" I nodded eagerly. "We can be, Monica," I said fervently. After a pause, during which her eyes moved all about my face,she said, "So, do you think you'd like to be my geisha boy for alittle while?" She wet the tip of her tapered finger between herlips, then pressed it to my erect nipple. I nodded emotionally. "Oh, yes -- a long while!" I whined, thencleared my throat. It wasn't manly to whine. Monica laughed. "I warn you, though," she said, "I can be pretty demanding." I shook my head. "I don't care!" "Then," she said with a steady gaze into my enraptured eyes,"the first thing I want is for you finish oiling my skin -- okay?And no more being bashful, Danny. Your hands are driving mecrazy, and I want to feel them all over my body. Do youunderstand? My whole body!" She laughed at her own words, turningthem into a pun, and I laughed, too, although, my laugh trembleda lot more than hers. She reached for me with open hand and I bent to her kiss,surprised at first by its intensity, then responding openly. Ourmoans co-mingled, and my heart raced until I feared it wouldpound its way free. When we broke, with small parting smacks ofour wet lips, Monica murmured, "Nice... very nice, Danny." I smiled down at her lighted eyes. Then she pouted prettily."You know, I'm afraid the oil will ruin my suit. Can you thinkhow we might prevent that?" "Only one way I can think of," I managed to quip back. Monicalaughed at the answer in my saucer-wide eyes. "Goody!" she giggled, and turned back over on the pad to waitimpatiently. With trembling fingers I untied the bow at her back,then let her lift from the tabletop before I tried to pull itfree. Next came the bottoms, with equal success. Monica stretched like a cat, then lay limp with her feetdangling over the sides of the table as I resumed oiling herskin. I was no longer felt bashful, just ready to burst with need and desire. I stroked and probed gleefully and with abandon,relishing the squeals and harsh moans of my beloved Monica. "Oh, Danny!" she whimpered at last, and turned toward me. Istared unabashedly at her heavy naked breasts. "You've got meturned just about all the way on!" "Yeah," I agreed with no small degree of passion. "I know howthat feels!" "I said just about, Danny," she said. "Taste my breasts beforeyou oil them," she simpered in a little girl voice. Her hand slidbetween my trembling legs as I bent eagerly to obey. She held my head and neck with her free hand and let me feed for a long time, as she continued to stoke the fire in my loins."God, you're so big and strong!" she gasped into my ear, then bitthe lobe hard, bringing a hard squeal from my busy mouth. "I'mafraid you'll get oil on your nice suit, too," she whispered witha throaty chuckle. I conveyed an eagerly affirmative answer without lifting mymouth from its work at her enormous nipple, and Monica began atedious process of pushing the trunks over my hips. "Oh, my," shewhimpered when she grasped my naked hardness. "I believe I'mreally in love!" I couldn't help laughing, and the embarrassed laugh wouldn'tstop, no matter how hard I tried. Monica laughed, too, but hadpresence of mind enough to say, "Now you can oil my breasts,Danny." I bent to the task with eagerness, even as tears streaked downmy cheeks from the continued laughing. Monica found a simple wayto stop the giggles, measuring my eagerly bouncing cock, handover hand. "He's a beauty, Danny," she said softly, "a prize. Doyou know how to use him?" I probably gave myself away with my eyes, but if not,certainly with the shake of my head. Monica smiled -- actually alecherous grin. "I could teach you," she whispered. "Wouldn't that be fun?" "Oh, Monica," I moaned. "Please!" I buried my feverish face inher neck, glorying in the way her arms responded by wrappingaround my torso, her hands by stroking my back and buttocks. Ifelt her face nudging, pressing, and I turned and lifted my mouthinto the moving, moaning grasp of hers. She writhed slowlybeneath me like nothing I had ever dreamed of. "Touch me," she gasped against my ardent mouth, and I obeyedinstantly, to find her legs drawn up and widely open, the solesof her feet pressed together. The flesh of her inner thighs wascreamy smooth and searing hot; the upward bounce of her hipsagainst my hand were my marching orders and I slid my fingertipsinto the gushing well of her torment. "Oh, God, Danny!" she whispered, "I need it so bad! Sticksomething in and make it go away -- fuck me with your fingers!" I had seen movies and all, but never had an actual femaleperson said anything remotely like that to me. It's safe tospeculate that Monica didn't pick it up on her Sundays at church,either. My ardor shrieked off the scale and I began sawing one,then a pair of soaked fingers in her pussy. She tugged at my hairand drew me to her heaving breast. "Suck!" she hissed, and fed mea gorgeous tit. "Oh, Danny, you're doing me so good, baby! It'sgoing to be so good. You won't believe!" I could believe, honest. She had hold of my pecker by now,and, frankly, was hurting the hell out of it. But no way was Igoing to release that yummy tit and say anything. "Now, Danny!"she nearly shouted, "it's time, Baby! Stay with me now!" I felther pulling with a frenzy, and went with the flow, ending upkneeling between her outstretched legs on top of the table,staring in disbelief at her writhing, apparently tortured torso.Thank God she remained in the leading mode, 'cause I was damnedif I knew how to get from here to there. I just knew there had tobe a way. Monica arched her back fetchingly, extended her arms to me and poked me in the ass with a pair of very talented feet. "Now,Danny!" she bawled, and drew me upon her. She held me fiercely to her and reached between us for mycock. She arched once more and I suddenly felt the most gloriousscalding wetness envelop me. I might have screamed, but herbreast jabbed me in the mouth as my hips began pumping at thewell. I guess some things are just instinctive. "Yes!" she bawled in my ear at 100 decibels, meeting myunskilled thrusts with a vengeance. "Oh, God! It's so deep!" Shebellowed, but didn't seem like she wanted me to back off, if theharshly grunted "Fuck me deeper, Danny!" were any indication. The trouble with the best part was that it lasted only aminute before I exploded, squalling like an enraged infant. Icollapsed on her gyrating body, thrilling at the fireworks thatmade pale my most lurid dreams, but anguished that it had come tosuch a quick, abrupt end. When I could make intelligible sounds, I moaned in her neck,"Oh, God, I'm sorry!" "Jesus!" Monica said with an explosive laugh, still claspingme tightly and scrubbing her need against me. "What on earth areyou sorry about?" "That I couldn't keep going..." Monica's marvelous hands stroked the perspiration on mytrembling back and ass, her feet slid up and down the outsides ofmy legs, rocking me in her cradle. "Baby!" she said finally. "Itwas a wonderful first time! You're wonderful! There's nothing tobe sorry about." I didn't say anything, but felt a lot better. "And, besides,"she added with a laugh, "you don't really think you'll get therest of the day off, do you?" I groaned and laughed delightedly. Monica whisperedseductively, "You know what I love?" I shook my head eagerly. "Ilove the way you're going to taste with your come and my cuntjuice all over you. Come around here and let me show you." I wasn't nearly finished for that day, or the next two. Monicaand I were at the point of physical collapse by that Thursdayevening. There was so much to learn. And practice! My God, Monicawas a stickler for practice! Talk about an education! She taughtme a new set of motor skills, then spent the summer working withenormous dedication to help me refine them. Before she packed up and moved out that fall, she had mereally proficient in a whole new vocabulary, too. After all theseyears, I can still hear her hissing passionately in my ear. "Ilove it when you talk dirty to me, Danny." It still has the powerto make me rigid with lust. With no trace of embarrassment.

One Fine Day

It had been a beautiful day from the outset and I swung by theapartment of some friends, wanting to say hello since I was in the area.When I got there, Kay answered the door, dressed in a small bikini and abig grin. She greeted me by throwing her arms around me and giving me ahearty kiss. Now Kay is attractive, but not what some would consider attractive.Facially, she's pretty plain, but her smile and sparkling blue eyes tell alot about the warmth and passion of this young lady. Her figure is nice,with large breasts that wobble invitingly, a reasonable waist with justenough padding to make her fun, and a very nice ass and legs. Kay is anash blonde, or "dirty blonde" if you prefer, and her hair falls over hershoulders, giving her a bouncy look. Kay shouted into the apartment to get Ken's attention, dragging me inbehind her. Ken came out of the bedroom, tying his swim trunks on andgave me his standard "hello ugly" greeting. I grinned, giving him thefinger. Ken, I should note, is about six four and 210 pounds of tightlypacked muscles. I wouldn't want to try him, although four years in UncleSam's Misguided Children taught me quite a lot about hand to hand I'm notthat confident. In any case, we're good friends, and needle each other forfun. Kay announced that they were just heading for the pool and I waswelcome to join them using one of Ken's suits. I held up the boxer liketrunks and looked down. My knees were missing. Needless to say, Ideclined gracefully. I accompanied them down to the pool and sat on thedeck while they dove in and swam about. Ken splashed at me, trying to getmy goat, while Kay teased me about passing up the chance to play "blindman's bluff" in the pool with her. I must say that watching Kay haul herbody out of the water, her big breasts wobbling wetly, is enough to temptmany men. Kay dove into the deep end while Ken and I were chatting near theother end of the pool. Ken rested his head on his arms, relaxed. I was inthe middle of a sentence when he grinned broadly. I thought he'd just hadanother of his naughty little ideas when I spotted the shadow from behind.From behind, and too late. The next thing I know, water if bubbling and swirling all around me,and the world seems upside down. I clawed my way to the surface, ready tocommit murder on the guilty party. Air! I sputtered and shook my head,then removed my glasses since they were now more of a hindrance. Squint-ing, I looked up on the deck. Laughter rang in my ears. From Ken, and Kayof course. But there was a distinct note too, one like small bellsringing. Debra! Sure enough, she was standing on the deck, laughing thehardest. Debra is an attractive brunette that Kay and Ken introduced me to afew years ago. We enjoyed each other's company, remaining friends, notlovers. Debra's long hair shook as she laughed, and her hazel eyessparkled with an impish glee. Debra is slen

Home Run

Home Run

I always wondered what it was that was barring me from the world of sex.It couldn't be my age; everyone I knew had already had sex by the age of21. It wasn't my name; a lot of people named Peter, were already married.It wasn't my lifestyle; I knew others like me who were involved in seriousand sexual relationships. The idea that I'd passed my 21st birthday with no sexual experiencewhatsoever to speak of, was depressing. And those who said that sex did notnecessarily mean manhood, particularly those who said that to me at *this*time in my life, I ate for lunch. The fact was, sex alone did not make a man, but as they couldn't help but admit, they wouldn't dare try tovoluntarily live without it..
So I turned my attention away from it as much as I could. I got interestedin going to baseball games. One game in the Bay Area, meant a train ridevia Amtrak. So, during summer vacation, I packed up for a 2 day trip, andcaught the morning train. But strangely enough, I had an incredible dreamabout sex the night before, and it was so vivid and seemingly real, that itdeprived me of sleep. I'd dealt with this before, and laughed it off, butthis dream was too wierdly powerful. When I caught the train, I was sleepy. I got my seat, which seemed to have another, unoccupied seat, next to it.But that seat did smell of sweet perfume. I settled in and, as the train moved slowly, I curled up and tried to rest. Then, someone sat down in the adjacent seat, which my back was thenfacing. "Oh," a female voice cried out, as if just noticing a new personsitting next to her. I looked behind me. The voice was smooth and seemingly older. A raven-haired woman, possibly 25 years old, regarded me, and went toreading her book. She was well-endowed, from her breasts, which strainedthrough her shirt, to her thick, skirt-clad, tan legs. She was just plainbeautiful. "Oh, hi." I replied. "Don't worry about me; I'm too sleepy to move my jawsto bite." "Where are you headed?" she inquired, putting down the book. I was just turning around when she asked me that. I then whirled about.She actually wanted to converse? Naw.. "Oakland A's game." I replied. "Me, too!" she said. "What a coincidence.." "Wow." I said. "That is a coincidence. Well, I'm really tired and I needto sleep before the game, lest I sleep during it.." "Have a good one." she said. "I'll wake you up when we arrive." "Thanks. Oh, and my name is Pete. What's yours?" "Kami." she replied. She didn't look like the woman in my dreams. Definitely, though, she didnot look inferior. Just unlike my dream lover. *No one home in the hormonedepartment..* I sort of tossed and turned in my seat, which eventually got her attention. "You know," she said, startling me, "you look tense. There's no way youcan sleep if you're tense. I know a way to help you relax and get a goodmorning sleep before tonight's game." "How's that?" I inquired. "How about a massage?" she replied. "I know how to give one." The lights turned on in my hormones department. But still, no extra bloodwent rushing down to my genitals. "Sure," I replied. "Then, let's take off your jacket," she said. I worked sluggishly attrying to get it off, but then she intervened, gently manipulating me sothat she could get it off of my back. Then, she turned my back to her, and with both of us sitting up, she beganto massage my shoulders. "You ARE tense." Kami noted. She pulled up against me, and worked hard onmy shoulders. Her fingers relaxed me greatly. I leaned back against her chest, and shelet me. Her fingers traveled down my back, relaxing all my muscles, butthen making me more awake than sleepy. Then, she got a ticklish spot on my back. I arched forward, then wideawake. "Woah!" "Oh, you're ticklish!" she laughed. She let me recover as we rocked withthe slow-moving train. We both noticed the side to side swaying of thetrain, which seemed to guide how she massaged me - from side to side. She pulled up my shirt and went directly to my bare skin, to massage me.Her warm fingers against my back, felt incredibly good. I leaned backtowards her, feeling relaxed already. "You wouldn't be Pete as in the art nut they used to make fun of in the8th grade, would you?" she inquired with a start. I looked up right then, my back still to her. "Kami as in Alison's oldersister?" "Yeah," she laughed. "I recognize you! You know, you've got a nice body."She reached around and gently pinched my abdomen. "Can't pinch an inch.You've changed a lot. You and my sister used to hate each other todeath.." We both laughed briefly. I turned. "You've changed, too. For the better, it seems." "Hey," she said, putting her arms on my shoulder, "sorry for harrassingyou about my sister. She really IS an asshole." "It's okay." I replied. "No, really." she said. "I'm going home in San Francisco. It's one stopafter yours. They won't catch you if you stay on for one more stop, andbesides, you can stay with me and not in some dingy Oakland hotel. How doesthat sound?" I was in shock. "G-great.." "Fine." she smiled. "You can keep the money you save from renting a hotelroom, too." "Well," I gasped, "I don't know what to say, except thank you.." Suddenly, I felt tired again. And this time, my eyelids were gettingheavy. I couldn't help but yawn, and to me, it could not have come at aworse time. But she understood. "Get some sleep, Pete." she said. "I'll wake you up when we arrive."
I woke up sitting in a slight incline, under a blanket. "Wake up.." she said, gently whispering in my ear. I definitely responded to that voice in my ear. My eyes flew open and Isat upright. "Kami?" "We're there." she announced, helping me up. My backpack was zipped shut,and her things packed as well. We got up as the train came to a stop, andafter I'd put my shirt back on, we got out a few moments later.
"You're only 22 now?" she said as we rode the bus to her house. "Yeah," I replied. "How about you?" "28." she answered. "I'm just a *little* older than you." "Well," I said, "I figured. But I thought you were more like 25." "Gee," she smiled, "thanks." She leaned her head on my shoulder. "You've grown. I used to be tallerthan you." I took in the smell of her perfume as she talked. "Nature was kind to me." I replied. "I'm sort of around 5'10'' now." "And with a nice bod." she noted lecherously. "And a nice personality.Gee, what have I been missing?" We both laughed. "I take it that you've dated a few jerks." I said out of impulse. "As a rule." she sighed. "But you seem to be such a nice guy, so I trustyou." "Me?" I joked. "The maniac? Grrrrrr!" I put my arm around her and squeezed her gently. She laughed and pulled upeven closer, to embrace me as well. Accidentally, she put her hand on my chest. When she'd forgotten to takeit off and we'd both noticed it, she held it, with her palm flat, on me.Then, as I took a deep, nervous breath, she smiled, and traced her fingersacross my chest. Nervously, I turned my face towards her to say something, but instead, sheleaned upwards and kissed me quickly on my lips. I flinched instinctively. "Oh," she smiled. "You're not accustomed to kisses. Let's do it slowlythis time.." She slowly turned my head back towards hers, and we kissed more intensely.I felt overwhelmed by her kiss, and gave in, cupping her face in my handsas I kissed her back. We stared into each other's eyes for a moment, beforeI looked away instinctively. "K-Kami," I stammered, "I really.. don't know what to say." She took my hand and held it tight, looking at me. "You're shy." We laughed for a moment. Then, gazing into her pretty face, I breatheddeeply, tensed up again, and tried to look forward. Even in the cold, SanFrancisco air, I sweated.
Fortunately, the bus stopped across the street from her house. We dragged2 sets of luggage apiece, inside. Hers was a 1-story home, with modern furniture and a few pictures,landscape-style, on her walls. The first place we went to, after leaving the bags behind, was her kitchen. "..and then I moved here." she was saying as we put two pizzas into themicrowave oven. "As you probably know, Alison's married. Her husband's adeveloper." "Figures." I said. "Rich guys." "He's 34." Kami shook her head. "Alison's just a month ahead of you whereage is concerned. Talk about your classical May-December type." "Well," I explained, "when it's colored deep green.." "You sound more cynical about it than as if you believed in it.." sheturned towards me. "Hah! It's the only way I can stay sane anymore." I sneered. "I alwaysthought optimism was for the inexperienced.." She touched me on my chest again. Suddenly, I sucked in my breath, and mymind started racing with thoughts. I should have realized what wouldhappen when it finally came to the day that someone would as much as touchme like she did. I faced the sudden shock of receiving a loving touch froma woman, and it threw me into an unexpected confusion. I flinched from her touch. "Whoo!" she gasped. "What's wrong? Fingers too cold?" "I'm sorry.." I replied. "It's not that your fingers are cold. It's just.." Just then, the microwave went off. "Ah!" I announced nervously. "The pizzas are ready." I breathed easily as I tightened up my defenses, making sure not to openup so much again, in front of a "sympathetic" woman, even like Kami. I sortof acknowledged that I wasn't really ready for what I perceived that shewas leading us to. "You know," she said as we took the pizzas out, and began cutting them,"you act like you're scared of a little affection." *She knew.* "I'm sorry, Kami" I repeated myself, "I really am. I don't think I'm ready for it -" She got up without really taking a bite, and I stared nervously as shecame over, reached down, and took my hand. I stood up, and she took myother hand. Then, she moved her hands up my arms, and then gripped myshoulders and pulled me down to kiss her. She probably knew I had no experience in love, and I feared, worse thananything else, being a lousy lover. I was genuinely scared, I realized, andI didn't want it to show. She pressed us together, and I did what I could best remember - I kissedher on her neck. Immediately, she released me, and pulled up her shirt,revealing her heaving breasts behind a bra that left little to theimagination. She motioned to me with her finger, I moved towards heragain, we kissed, and then she led me to her breasts, and I kissed herright between her warm, tan globes. "Well, you're doing good so far." Kami said. I moved nervously across the top of her breasts, kissing them gently,while reaching down and feeling her soft, warm legs. I looked down, andknelt in front of her to admire and feel her thighs. "You're beautiful,Kami.." I said. Kami sighed, and then reached down to remove her skirt. Once she pushedit down off of her legs, she pulled at her panties, revealing the moistspot over her crotch. Then, she knelt down and kissed me passionately. "Let's go."
She led me by the hand, to her bedroom. As I studied the blue-paintedwalls and the waterbed, she laid down on the bed, and took off her bra."Unwrap your body for me, Pete. I feel like enjoying you." I whirled about. *Enjoying me? As in sex?* "But Kami, I.." *Enjoying me? That's a nice way of putting it..* For a moment, I gaped as she sat there, her bare breasts and brown, erectnipples heaving with her breaths. My heart raced and my blood pounded in my ears. She got up as she kicked off her shoes, and quickly stood in front of me,taking hold of my shirt. Nervously, I helped her undress me until I wasbare-chested. Then, I breathed deeply, half embarrassed, half excited, as Istood there for her to admire me. She moved her hands across my chest,pressing in some areas, just stroking with her fingers in others. Then,she pressed her breasts against me, wrapped her arms around my waist, andgave me another deep, warm kiss. "Will you?" she said, suddenly laying down on her back. Suddenly, I objected to letting her see my private parts. I was alreadyerect and I didn't know what she expected of me as far as penis size wasconcerned. "Come on," she said, squeezing her beautiful breasts and tweaking hernipples, "let me see what you've got, Pete." "Um, Kami," I started to protest. Then, she reached down and removed her panties, revealing to me hershaved, glistening cunt. "Is this okay?" I gasped and with difficulty with myself, I took off my shoes, my pants,and as she massaged her breasts and thrust a finger up and down along hermoist cunt lips, I crouched and took off my underpants. When I stood up slowly, exposed to the air, she had a lustful smile on her face. It was common sense to know that she was looking at my body, especially mycock, so I stood upright and tried to give her a full look at me withoutseeming unwilling. I was more unwilling than willing, to expose myself likethat to her, or anyone else, and it took a lot for me to endure her eyesall over me. And it seemed forever before she relieved me. I had a shred ofreluctance to have anything to do with this, but it fled. I was stillapprehensive about sex, though; I was unused to affection of any sort,because wherever I used to chase it, it made itself scarce, and then Istopped and ignored the whole issue. Now, I was completely unprepared todeal *with* it. "Come here." she finally said, patting the sheets next to her. Then, I realized, *I did not want to put my cock into her at all.* Itseemed too rough, too un-romantic. But then, I looked at her crotch. Her cunt seemed recently shaved, forthere wasn't any hair there. She was slightly moist between her legs, anddefinitely excited. Even her nipples were beautifully erect. I hoped to somehow get the message to Kami that I wanted to be romantic. "I like guys who start out with my tits." she suggested, fondling herendowed breasts. I acted despite my apprehensions. I laid down next to her, kissed heronce, and then, fondling her globes, I took a nipple in my mouth, andsucked. She held my head to her breast, and moaned with pleasure, as Isucked and lapped her nipple. After a few moments of working that nipple, Iwent to the other. My erection came to full glory. She began playing with herself as I gave a tongue job to the secondnipple, and when she bucked her hips once, I moved between her breasts,kissing and lapping there as well. I felt her hands move my head gentlydownwards, until I was licking her belly button. I massaged her sides,feeling her ribs and then playing with her breasts. Then, I thought, *Oh, man, I can suck her cunt. Let's see if she'll let meoff with just that.* I moved over, nervously, between her legs, and looked up at her eyes. "Oh," she smiled. "How sweet." "Not as sweet as what's in front of me." I replied, more instinctivelythan anything else. "Flatterer." she gestured, spreading her legs and raising her knees. "I'llwrap my legs around you to keep you warm. How about that?" We both laughed at her sexy proposition. "Fine." I replied, approaching her crotch. As I looked at her beautifulcunt looming in front of me, anticipating the taste, I realized that Iliked pleasing my partner before she pleased me. Then, I backed up and started kissing at the lower part of her legs, justseveral inches above the ankles. I kissed the insides of both legs,traveling up slowly, towards her crotch, taking extra time to savor herthighs, as I caressed her. "Nice.." she sighed approvingly, raising her legs into the air as Icaressed and kissed them. She relaxed and enjoyed being teased, before resting her rear end on myhands, which lifted her cunt as my kisses approached it. I'd always dreamed and fantasized about sucking a woman's pussy and givingher an orgasm. Now, it was a reality. Before I went down to actually suckher pussy, I saw her again grip her beautiful breasts. My heart beat evenfaster, as feelings of apprehension clashed with enthusiasm. As I took adeep breath of the aroma of her aroused pussy, I didn't care if what I wasdoing amounted to taking things too far. One could take a great many thingstoo far that were 100 times less pleasurable than this, and they did everyday. In an instant of conflict and decision, I decided that compared tothem, I was a-okay. Then, I stuck out my tongue and moved it across her pussy lips. My firsttaste of a woman's cunt, was pleasant. I savored the gentle musky taste ofher aroused pussy, and slowly licked across her slit. Her thighs quiveredslightly, and then she faithfully wrapped her legs around me gently,moaning softly with pleasure. "Oh, Kami, you're delicious.." I wanted to enjoy the flavor of her pussy and the juices which made herwet between her legs, so I lapped slowly, using the top part of my tongue,to massage her. The feel of her cunt lips and the softness of her skin,plus the nice taste of her pussy, made me want to lick and suck her cuntindefinitely. She moaned softly, and moved her legs back and forth,stroking my head and shoulders with her beautiful, warm, encompassingthighs. "Push your tongue inside me." she said suddenly. I saw her hand reach downand spread her cunt lips. "Probe there.." She touched her inner lips with one finger, to show where. I thrust mytongue beyond her outer labia, and found her insides even wetter. The tastewas absolutely wonderful as I licked inside her cunt enthusiastically. Sheplayed with my hair and occasionally pushed me against her crotch. "Mmmmm," she moaned, rotating her hips. "Pete, baby, suck my pussy lips.Just suck them. That turns me on.." I took her swollen outer pussy lips, and sucked them into my mouth,sucking them in and letting them slide back out. She sat upright, andmoaned softly, as I sucked her cunt lips faithfully. I was rewarded withmore wetness, which my probing tongue discovered in her cunt. She didn'tmind my having stopped sucking her cunt lips; I looked up at her as Iswitched, and she was sitting up, breathing irregularly, but smiling fromthe pleasure. "Nnnahhh.... okay, honey, do me your way.." she urged me, stroking herbreasts more intensely. "Woa, *Kami..*" I moaned. "I could suck your cunt for days.." "Do it, honey, do it.." she encouraged me. "Do it and I'll cum for you." I then found her clitoris, and began licking around it. She immediatelygroaned loudly, and gently put her hands on my head, grasping it. "Ooooh,Pete, that's it, you're almost there.." I kept licking around it, then, after approaching her clitoris, I veeredoff and went to licking her slit. She groaned with disappointment the firsttime, and when I did it the second time, she sat up with jerk. "Pete!" she gasped. Silently, I went back to licking around her clitoris, sucking on the hoodof skin which covered her clit, exposing it to my tongue. She sighedheavily as I then teased her clit with my tongue as I saw on the videos.Taking her erect clit between my lips, I sucked it gently, and then tonguedit softly and gently, for a while. She began to raise her hips towards me,wrapping me tight between her thighs. Then, I backed off, and began licking her slit and inner labia. Her juicesflowed onto my tongue, leaving a gentle and agreeable taste. I spread hercunt lips and studied the opening to her vagina, before licking thereagain. I wanted to really make her cum, make her wet so I could enjoy herjuices. It would take satisfying her to orgasm, which was in itself apleasure for me. My erection grew intensely as I slowly moved against thebed. As she responded to my tongue-job, my penis became more and moresensitive, and excited as I moved it against the bed. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I would ejaculate if I stayed on mystomach, sucking her off like that. "Kami," I said, "I'm about to come on the bed.." "Oh, okay!" she replied, unwrapping her legs from around me. "I'll mountyou. Is that okay?" "What do you mean?" I knew the answer to that the instant those dumb wordsleft my lips. "Lay on your back." she said, getting up on her knees. I laid on my back where she once was. "Now," she said, with her hands on my chest, "I'm going to kneel straightdown on your head." "Oh, no problem." I replied. "I don't think you're that heavy." "Okay." she nodded, looking down carefully as she moved towards herdesired position, stroking her swollen labia. She got up on top of me,putting her pussy right over my lips. She knelt down on my head, and gotherself comfortable on top of me, and looked down as I sucked her pussy. She put the weight of her lower body on me cautiously, trying to press hercunt against my lips, as I guided her down with my hands on her rear end. "Oh, you've got a beautiful, skilled tongue.." she gasped. "I love thehell out of you." I probed the inside of her pussy with my tongue, and then sucked her clit.She bucked her hips and moaned with quick, irregular breaths, as her hipsquivered strongly. Then, I started massaging the warm, firm cheeks of herrear, stroking them alternately. "Ohhh, Pete, make me cum now!" she cried. I couldn't take it anymore. I licked her from her clitoris, all the waydown her moist, hot slit, exploring into her vagina along the way. Icontinued to lick and suck her clit and pussy lips, as she rocked back andforth on top of me, until she leaned forward, screaming out with pleasure.Then, I felt her juices coat my tongue - not like a strong wetness alongher inner folds - but, this time, like a gentle flow. I was surprised tofeel a teaspoon of fluids sliding down my tongue and into my mouth. Ihadn't expected that. But it tasted good, so I just settled back and keptsucking away. And it became an incredible turn-on. Then, she cried out intensely and had a strong internal contraction. Thenext and last wave of cum juice coated my cheeks and chin, in addition toflooding my mouth, as she exploded in orgasm, moaning and groaning andgrinding her crotch against my face. I swallowed what juices I'd caughtorally, and then lapped at her spasming pussy as she came and camerepeatedly. I couldn't believe how good it felt to suck a woman's cuntwhile she was cumming and screaming with pleasure. I wanted it to lastforever. When her quivering subsided, so did her cries of pleasure; then, I broughther back to Earth with slow, gentle tongue work. She moaned softly,rotating her hips, seemingly happy that she was being brought back downeasily, instead of with a bang; one instant, having a mind-blowinglybeautiful orgasm, and the next instant, having almost nothing. Her pussycontinued to contract pleasurably, even after her orgasm was over. She held her cunt against my lips as I lapped away. Sitting upright, shelooked down at my face, taking deep breaths and admiring her incrediblystiff nipples and flushed chest, as she held her hands on the upper part ofher breasts. Then, she smiled broadly, letting me know, without and shame onher part, that she had indeed taken the liberty to enjoy me as much as shepossibly could. And that she was overwhelmingly glad that she had. "That was heavenly." she gasped. "Where'd you learn how to do that?" "My secret." I replied, taking my face away from her cunt just long enoughto reply. Then, savoring the taste and texture of her pussy, I went back totonguing her gently. "Ohhh, shit, Pete," she groaned, "I'm really gonna hate cutting you offthere, BUT.." She got up off of me, and then draped her body over mine. She cupped myface in her hands, and kissed me. Instinctively, I opened my mouth, and ourtongues entangled. Then, while we kissed, she suddenly paused. Then, gentlywithdrawing her tongue from my mouth, she licked her lips, and looked ather hands. They were wet. Then, she stared at my face. "Oh, your cheeks are wet." she said with shock. "Oh, wow, I really came. Ididn't know I came *that* much.." "Hey!" I laughed. "I loved it!" "Oh, no way.." she said with concern, wiping my cheeks gently. "You justliked my pussy so much -" "Trust me." I replied. "It's a turn-on." She laid her head on my chest suddenly, and gasped with exhaustion. "Damn,I still feel dizzy. I feel like you tried to suck my *brains* out.." I held her. "Just relax. We'll just hold each other." "Ooooh," she exhaled in my ear, whispering, "that tongue of yours isheaven-sent. Damn, I wish you didn't live so far away; I'd never needanother dildo with you around." "I'd be glad to replace it." I replied. "Let me lay here for a moment." she requested. "Ohh, I feel weak." I felt my erection growing, until I felt it against her belly. I took adeep breath, and could not help giving it one quick rub against her abdomen. "Mmmm, I feel a growing cock.." she commented. She propped herself up over my with her arms, and stared down at me.Sitting on her knees, she straddled me and gripped my erection with herhands. "Mmmm, it's nice." I felt incredibly nervous as she got ready to mount me. I moved my hipsas she studied the shaft in her hands. She absent-mindedly wiped thepre-come off the head of my penis, and smeared it along my glans. Then,she looked up into the air, raised her hips, and placed her cunt lips overthe head of my penis. With a deep inhale, she pressed down hard on it. The head of my cock slid easily into her, but the sensation of enteringher vagina, was too much. I jerked reflexively, and the head of my cockfell back out. "Oh!" she cried with surprise, looking down at my erection. "Oh, Pete.Don't tell me.." "What's that?" I replied. "You're a *virgin.*" she laughed in a friendly manner. She carefullystroked my erection. The words nearly drained the blood out of my penis. To say nothing of howadversely it shocked me mentally. I felt nearly sick as I contemplated theconsequences of her having realized that I'd never had sex before. I staredup at her with fear, as if I'd just realized the fun was over. To saynothing of how my heart lept into my throat. "I would know." she smiled, gripping either side of my chest. "You're toosensitive at the head of your cock. You've never been taken into a woman'svagina before." I sighed. "I'm sorry, Kami -" She laid down on me and kissed me passionately. Afterwards, she sat up."Don't worry; I think it's turning me *on,* fucking an inexperienced loverlike you. One piece of advice: when it's time, let go. Don't try to be astud and hold back." I inhaled with relief. "Okay." She then positioned her cunt lips over my shaft again. "Just try not tojerk from the shock as I take you into me. If you can't help it, fine; I'llwork on you until you're ready to enter me." And I jerked again with a gasp. She laughed, watching as I jerked my hipsdownward, pulling the head of my shaft back out of her as the even gentlegrip of her pussy lips turned out to be too much for me. She looked me inthe eyes as she stroked my penis understandingly, and then made the attemptagain. She licked her lips intensely as her cunt lips wrapped around mycock a third time. The shock was just as strong then. I jerked again from the sensation, butit wasn't strong enough; her pussy muscles gripped the head of my penis andas the shock died away. She proceeded to slide down, still gripping myshaft with one hand. Her vagina slowly engulfed more and more of my erection. I fought the urgeto pull back out, enjoying the security of being wrapped in the velvetygrip of her sex. I'd been tense and scared at first; now, I was able torelax more. "Mmmm, you're blushing." she smiled, moving her hands against my chest. I gasped, "I can't help it.." "It's okay." she reassured me. I felt the grip of her vagina against thevery base of my cock, and the increasing pressures deep within her. "Howdoes it feel?" The initial shock gave way to intense pleasure. "Incredible," I replied."It feels wonderful.." Then, her facial muscles tightened, and I felt her muscles contractagainst my erect member. We both heard sexy squishing sounds as her vaginasqueezed my penis, drawing it up into her depths. She drew hotly and wetlyacross my shaft, and I realized that while her first contraction was mostlyinvoluntary, she was now steadily milking me. "Just lay still for a moment and don't try to thrust." she advised me. "Okay," I gasped. I gripped the sides of her lower abdomen as she played gently with herbreasts, cupping them, pumping them, lifting them up, and squeezing hernipples. As she squeezed her breasts, she contracted, milking me with aslow, feminine rhythm that had me rocketing helplessly through worlds ofintense sexual pleasure. "Oh, Pete.." "Kaaaamiii, ohh, Kami.." "Mmmmmm, it feels so good, baby. Try to thrust now." She began to rise up and down on my penis, exposing my pussy-lubricatedglans halfway, before gently settling down on it again, taking it all theway back inside her. Then, she touched her clit, and contracted strongly,squeezing me tight in her hold. Her eyes rolled up high, her teethclenched, and she grunted strongly, and as I thrust up into her depths, she had another orgasm. "NnnnOHHHHH, oh, oh, oh.." I tried to thrust up more into her, but her tight muscles held me inplace. I figured that if I could have thrust, I would have cum my brainsout right then. And then, as her muscles loosened up, she laid down on me and we held eachother tight. Unfortunately, the ease by which the studs did it on video, did notpresent itself for me that day. I felt clumsy, and I thrusted clumsily. "It's okay," she coaxed me on, "it's all right, Pete. Just keep going.." "Ahhh, Kami.." I moaned. "Ohh, Kami, baby, I love you.." She seemed to react to those words with harder breaths, and increasinglystrong contractions, as she stroked her luscious breasts. "Oh, Kami, I love you.." "Thrust, baby." she responded. "I want to feel you explode inside me." She kissed me passionately as I thrust upwards, gingerly, into her warm,moist, encompassing depths. She sat firmly on my cock, and continued togently milk it with her inner muscles. I felt the pressure mounting in my shaft, as my orgasm approached. Ibegan to breathe irregularly, and my eyes bulged for an instant as wekissed. She knew I was going over the edge, and that I didn't mind anymorewhere my orgasm happened. I stopped stroking her beautiful body with onehand, and moved it towards her clitoris. "Oh, Pete!" she cried. "You'll make me cum twice.." She pumped her breasts frantically as my cock swelled inside her. Myorgasm raced up to meet me, as I thrust deep inside her, savoring thesensations. Then, she pumped me furiously with her thighs and her pussymuscles. I moved the other hand from feeling her body, to massaging herthighs, which looked even more beautiful on her, now that she wasstraddling and making love to me. "Ohhhh, Pete, come inside me.. come on, baby, come.." "Oh, Kami," I gasped. I felt the pleasure rising again, as I enjoyed being pumped by her hungrypussy. Suddenly, it felt as if her pussy was nearing climax; hercontractions were less regular, like milking, and more irregular, indicativeof an orgasm. "OHHHHH, my pussy's so satisfied!" she cried, launching into another cumas her cunt orgasmed out of pure satisfaction with my penis. Her contractions pumped my penis unlike anything I'd felt before. My semenshot straight up, gathered, and then awaited the next contraction to floodher depths. The intensity of the pressure was too much to bear. "Pete!" she cried. "Give it to me! Cum with me, baby!" "Oh, Kami!" I gasped helplessly. "Kami!" I gripped the bed with both hands and thrust deep; then, she began tofondle her breasts again, with one hand, while taking control of my scrotumwith the other. She continued to urge me to let it go, until, as I watchedher fondle her breasts, and she pumped my scrotum gently, I felt thepressure in my penis, rise again, and this time, release itself. I felt anintense pleasure from the head of my penis as the first load of semenjetted right through, like a shell just leaving a cannon's muzzle. My shaftswelled even more, and I could see she could feel it, as she looked down atme and her eyes bulged. She sat up straight as if she were about to try toget my cock out of her, but then she sat down firmly, sighed, gripped herlegs and squeezed my shaft in her vagina, encouraging me through my crisis. I cried out her name, exploding inside her with an initial spasm that mademy vision blur and my muscles weaken. While I felt weak, I also feltterribly relieved by the release, and the pleasure was worth the suddenweakness. She fell down on me and we held each other tight, as I letmyself go, straight into a mind-blowing orgasm which had already takentotal control of me. I felt her fingers resume pumping my scrotum as Iejaculated into her, before she wrapped her arms around me. As I screamed out, she quickly turned my head and kissed me, as I thrustdeeper into her, giving her long floods of hot, thick semen. We kissedfrantically as she came and I pumped and pumped her. I really thought Iwas going to die from the pleasure. We hugged tightly and she kept me locked between her thighs, to prevent mybucking hips from causing us to jerk apart. With each spurt of my creaminto her body, she exhaled powerfully, and held me tighter. Our tongueswere enmeshing with each other, exploring each other's mouths, but now, wewithdrew them for fear that someone might clench their teeth. For the duration of my helpless skyrocketing climax, our bodies rockedpowerfully, but with a rhythm set by her, which seemed to encourage me tocum more. Finally, we broke the kiss, and cried out as our orgasms subsided.Feeling totally spent and extremely vulnerable, I relaxed as she kept hervaginal muscles wrapped around my penis and her legs straddling my lowertorso, for a while. Then, we kissed passionately for a long time, layingstill so my softening cock could remain inside her.
"You were wonderful." Kami said, running her soft fingers along my chest."How do you feel?" "It was too good for words." I replied, my voice filled with exhaustion."I couldn't possibly explain it." "Well," she smiled, "I'm taking you as my own, custom-groomed lover. I'mgonna love the hell out of you and teach you all the wonderful tricks oflovemaking, and make you the lover *I've* always wanted. How about that?" She rubbed her beautiful thighs against me, and before I could respond,she pressed her lips against mine, and gently pushed her tongue into mymouth. We enjoyed a long, deep kiss, staring into each other's eyes. "Sure.." I finally stammered. "Good. Make sure you show me all the things you want me to do to you." she added.
We laid on our sides, and she curled up in my arms.

Home from College

Home from College

I noticed her walking by the house for several days; I hadn't seen her before. One day she and a friend were walking carrying a large float in the shape of a crayon. I yelled out to them, " I'd like to see the coloring book. I guess you all would need a man to carry it." They walked over to the yard and I could see the flex of leg muscles as they approached. When they got up to me they both smiled and Susan said, "No, we are both extremely strong. In fact we carry the heavy stuff for our boy friends." I sort of laughed at this; I also noticed they were both about 5'11" or 6' tall, so I had to look up into their faces.
I was hooked at this point and began to stammer about women and their being strong, etc. Then I said, "Are you trying to tell me that you're strong for girls or that you are stronger than a man?" Susan flexed her arm and said, "Feel this and then tell me what you think, little man. "I automatically reached up and felt her rock hard arm. I knew then that she was stronger than most men. Her friend, Tammy then flexed hers and stuck it out for me to feel. It was just as hard as Susan's. Then Susan said, "I get my musculature from my mom; she's about your age and has a body that just won't quit. Her muscles are much more developed than ours are. Why don't you come over and let her show you some real muscle. Unless, of course, you're too ashamed." I told them that I would call their bluff and walk home with them.
The rest of the walk they would look over at me and giggle. They described Susan's mom to me and by the time we reached her house I was getting butterflies. We walked in the house and went out into the back yard. Susan's mom was laying on a chaise lounge. They had me wait at the door as Susan and Tammy went over and talked with her. After a few minutes, I heard all three of them laugh and then Susan's mom stood up. She was beautiful and built like a goddess. She motioned me over. As I began to walk toward her, she raised her arms up and then suddenly flexed her entire body. By the time I reached her, I realized that I was no where near her league in the strength department. "Want to feel some real muscle? Check out the arms, feel the legs. I'll bet I can crush you into oblivion. Then Susan and Tammy can have what's left of you to play with." I felt her 16 1/2" arms and then her massive thighs and well cut calves.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and crushed my face into her 40" cleavage. I was being suffocated and was helpless against her great arm strength. Before I went out she released me. "Get on your knees and tell us all that we are too strong for you. That not only is a 42 yr old woman stronger than you, but also two 18 yr old women. Or do you still need some convincing ? "
I hesitated too long to suit her. She put me into a headlock and walked around the yard crushing my neck. Then she threw me to the ground and wrapped her long, strong legs around my neck and slowly increased the pressure until I was begging her to stop. She held the pressure at this point and they all laughed as I thrashed around. I submitted to her over and over as the girls teased me about my helplessness and the beet red color of my face. "Put your hands on my legs and feel the muscles that are destroying you. I'm not even using half my strength and you're finished. Now tell me I'm too much woman for you, little man, and I may consider putting you out of your misery." This time I didn't hesitate at all; and mercifully she shot a burst of power into those long legs of hers and I went down into unconsciousness.
I came to several minutes later with her thighs still around my neck. As I began to stir, Allison clamped down and I began to thrash around again. Once again she knocked me out. This time when I came to, Tammy straddled my body. She smiled and lifted my head up between her thighs and squeezed me until I begged her to stop. She let me go after several submissions. Then Susan walked over and raised me to my feet with a handful of hair. "Starting to get the picture? I'm going to finish you off with my legs wrapped around your waist. I call it my Boa Constrictor. My boyfriend starts crying when I put this on him. I'll bet you do to. I'm going to walk over there so my mom and Tammy can watch; I want you to crawl on your hands and knees to me and then lay down between my legs." I did as she had commanded. Susan closed her legs around my back and stomach. As I would exhale she tightened her grip and I felt pain like I had not experienced before. Susan was right, I began to cry. I couldn't breathe and her legs were tireless. Susan would put my hand on her thigh, then flex; then she would bend over me and I was looking up into her huge boobs; then she would flex her arms as a sign of dominance. Finally she began to snap squeeze. I would get a breath and she would crush the air out of my lungs.
"Now you go to sleep. This is the part I love the most. You've been wiped out by a 18 yr old's legs and you didn't have a chance to fight it at all." Susan crushed her thighs together and I couldn't breathe. I began to feel faint and I went 'to sleep' just as she had said I would.
I came to with all three women standing over me and flexing their muscles. I slowly stood up, my body aching all over and my mind reeling. They were all laughing and enjoying themselves. I was beaten.

Home

Home

Another Saturday evening finds me sitting at home with nothing todo. Not that I really am looking for something to do. I don't havethe energy. I programmed all afternoon, playing with some graphicsfunctions in my C compiler. My mom asks me if I want to call a friendand go midnight bowling, her treat. She's in her robe and my dad'shome...Ok, I can take a hint. I don't want to go bowling, so I cleanmy room and tell them I'm going to the library.
Twenty years old and living at home. I guess it's not unusual,but I still feel like a child doing it. I don't have much of achoice, though. School costs a lot of money. But still...Mygirlfriend has her own place. Well, not really her own. She roomswith her sister and her sister's boyfriend. But she's away from herparents. I love my parents, but I'd really like to get out, too.
So I'm driving down College Avenue towards CSU. I stop at thegas station to get a pack of cigarettes, even though I'm "Trying toQuit." Hell, I only started six months ago. When I get back in the carI light up. The energy's just not right for the library anymore. Iwish I were with Sandi.
Saturday is supposed to be our day. But she has to work. Herboss made some excuse why she couldn't work, and Sandi was stuck withthe shift. She can't quit -- too many bills. I guess that's the priceyou to pay for living on your own. Now I have to wait until tomorrowto see her.
Sandi works two full time jobs now. She's trying to get the cashto buy a car. Maybe I'm lazy, but there's no way I could do that. Icomplain about my 25-hour-a-week job.
Thinking of Sandi reminds me of the place we used to go when wewere both in high school as I pass the turn off for it, I suddenlyhave the urge to go up there. I make a u-turn and head up toHorsetooth. Driving down this once often-traveled road for me I beginto think of the last time I was over at Sandi's...
It was about 1am when she went back to her room to go to bed.This Saturday we didn't spend much money, just stayed at her place,ate dinner, and watched tv. One of her sister's friends was stayingthe night, so I sat down on the couch to talk to him. He's a NavySeal who just got back from Saudi Arabia. I told him my dad was aSeal during Vietnam, and we got to talking. About 1:30 Sandi comesback out to see what I'm doing. She's wearing a short red robe with adragon embroidered on the back -- pretty sexy except for the widegreen belt she hastily tied around it. I end my conversation withDaryn and go back to her room with her.
"Sorry, I didn't realize how long I was out there."
"That's ok. I figured you just got to talking." Sandi unties herrobe and lets it drop to the floor. She's wearing a black lace braand pink g-string panties. Oh god, I love those panties. I pickedthem out for her one time when we went shopping together.
"How about some attention for me?" she says as she pulls meclose to her. I'm already beginning to feel my pants getting crowded.That problem is alleviated when she unbuttons them. I kiss herslowly, not wanting to rush things even though I haven't had sex forover a week. Our tongues fence as she fishes my now fully erect penisfrom my jeans and softly strokes it. I completely forget abouteverything but Sandi. Gently pushing her onto the bed I get undressed,eyeing her from head to toe.
We've been going out for almost three years now, but the sight ofher dressed like that sends chills of delight up my spine just likethe first time I saw her naked. I lie down on the bed and shesnuggles as close as she can. We begin to kiss again, but not forlong. She starts kissing my neck, then licks it. As she startssucking on my neck and then puts her tongue in my ear and gentlyblows, I am filled with delight. Sandi sure knows how to drive mecrazy.
She starts going down, first to suck on my nipple, then littlekisses all the way down to my crotch. She briefly brushes her breastson my penis, then kisses it. With her tongue just barely out of hermouth, she bathes my penis with her tongue and lips, going down itslength and back up again, one of her hands gently stroking my scrotum.By now I'm delirious with pleasure. I pull on her side, signalling Iwant her to do 69.
"Not today, I just ended my period," she explains, and then goesback to work. I'm a bit disappointed, but I soon get over it when shetakes my penis into her mouth. As she starts bobbing her head, Ibrush her hair aside so I can watch. I'm a very visual person, andthis excites me more. She starts going slower, almost the full lengthof my penis disappearing into her mouth. I really don't know how shedoes that -- I couldn't swallow anything seven inches long. But itturns me on immensely until I can't take it anymore. Just before Ipass the point of no return, I pull her back up to me.
"I don't want to come that way," I say. She's on top of me andwe begin to kiss again, much more passionately than before. Givingoral sex turns her on -- I'm glad she likes it as much as me. I reachdown and begin to play with her clitoris. She moves her hips in acircular motion, getting more excited all the time. I pull thepanties I love so much to the side and replace my hand with my penis.I find the opening and slide in full length with no effort -- she'svery wet by now. She props herself up with her arms and begins movingslowly up and down. Her breasts are inches from my face, so I pullher bra down and suck on her right nipple. She gives a little cry ofdelight and begins moving faster as I nurse one breast and stroke theother. It's not long before she starts coming. I grab her ankles asshe begins moving very fast and match her strokes. She comes so hardthat she lunges forward and buries her head in my shoulder so shedoesn't scream -- there are three other people in the apartment. Shecomes for a full thirty seconds. It feels so good I can't hold mineeither, although I wanted to. As I have my own orgasm I almost yell,too. It's so intense when we come together, and it happens often. Shecollapses on me and I go completely limp. We lay there for awhile,her vagina having gentle spasms. I like that feeling so I don't pullout right away. When she gets her energy back, she slowly rolls offof me and lays beside me with her head on my chest.
"That was great, baby. But I wanted to last longer."
"Yes, it was great. But who says we're finished for the night?"
I come back to the present as I reach my destination. Thinkingabout last week made my pants a bit crowded again. As I look out onthe lake, I can't help but wonder what she'll wear for me tomorrow.