Message-ID: <26934asstr$971986201@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "albert sceptic" X-Original-Message-ID: <8sn74e$lek$1@plutonium.btinternet.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2919.6600 Subject: {ASSM} JACKIE'S STORY Part 1 and 2 (MF,TEEN,ROM) Date: Thu, 19 Oct 2000 16:10:01 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: english, newsman Comments to iamsceptic@hotmail.com ################################ JACKY PART ONE ####################### Sex - I have always been interested in sex. Even before I knew what it was. One of my earliest recollections is taking a rest at nursery school and finding something to occupy me under the sheets. I must have been four years old. I can remember my little stiffy and the notion that I should keep this to myself. Oh I did enjoy those afternoon naps. I so enjoyed the strange and exciting sensation as I played with what felt like a pencil. Girls - came a little later. When I joined my infant's school sweet, teasing, different and fascinating creatures surrounded me. There were also some 'rough' boys who could pee much higher than I could, used bad language and seemed to have greater confidence when dealing with girls. Perhaps they didn't feel the same cringe of embarrassment and excitement when coming face to face with a girl you thought to be nice. Quite what was the source of this niceness I didn't know. Nor do I still. One of my favourites that I adored from a distance was Clare. So neat and tidy. Deep black haircut to frame her face and with a fringe. Red tailored jacket and plaid skirt. Deep dark eyes and a worldly confidence. Her wealthy background showing in her character and her clothes. I doubt if she ever looked twice at me. I would follow her home to her sunny detached house. Feeling jealous of the tree lined streets and large comfortable house. I couldn't see this smiling child without feeling a strange longing, a feeling of desperate ill-defined desire. Not a desire in anyway linked to sex. But a desire to talk to her, to be close to her and be able to study her without the furtiveness of my solitary longings. At breaks I would arrange games like kiss chase. Some exercise rewarded with some intimacy. The girls who wanted to play these games were never quite the ones I wanted to play. So the chasing and the kissing were always slightly half hearted. This playful association of girls with running games continued for many years. The running part being reduced in some late evening games resulting in Postman's knock. Some small element of luck resulting in kissing one of the streets enthusiastic 14 year olds. When I was about fourteen a volcanic event occurred. An American girl arrived in the street. She was on vacation at a cousin's house. She was truly gorgeous. The same age as me with blond hair , blue eyes and the sweetest of faces. She was exciting and loveable. Full of health and self-confidence Everyone noticed her and some found favour with her. I was overcome with passion and shyness. It was obvious to all that I was in love with her. The boys would tease me and the girls would go out of their way to criticise her. Her name was Gloria. For years I didn't know her second name until I asked one of her favourites and he said "You wont like this its Stubbs". I will stick with Gloria. To me she was Grace Kelly come to my town. One evening she turned up outside my house. I rushed out to her not seeing that she had her entourage of older boys. "They tell me you like me " ? I stammered "yes" to the amusement of the boys. "Kiss her then." They shouted as they moved towards me. How could I be threatened with this beautiful creature. She smiled and held out her arms to me. I can feel the attraction now, so many,many years later. I turned and ran indoors. After this she was always further away, playing at the far end of the street. Sometimes, so it seemed, turning to glance at me. Gloria came to England for another couple of trips. I was always pleased to see her arrive but she grew into an even more desirable but for me an unattainable teenager. This theme of girls always being in the near distance continued. Friends and I would play street football for hours every evening. Regularly at 4 o'clock a pretty girl returning from a prep school would cycle through our game. We called her the 'girl in red'. She wore, again, a red school blazer jacket with a grey pleated skirt , white blouse and red tie. She was pretty with curly auburn hair. A tanned and always smiling face. So confident and at ease with herself. Slightly aloof but knowing. We all whistled and cheered as she wove her way between us. Smiling but saying nothing. She was amused and I was in love with her. Not that she ever new. The theme connecting my desires would seem, in retrospect, to be unattainable girls. Girls whom had an air of innocence and beauty. Girls not from next door but from a little higher up the social ladder. I joined the Youth Hostel association and my luck changed a little. Now I was 14. There were girls in our local club and they liked the countryside and they liked boys. So this suited me. One of them was Carol . She liked me and I lost sleep over her. So that's progress. She was tall and slim. Wore glasses, looked like a swot and worked in Ewell Court library. I would cycle to meet her after work. Ewell Court was like heaven to me. Beautiful trees, a stream full of life and a girl in a library. I loved everything about the place. When I was younger, about 7, I would cycle the two miles to this park. This for the pleasure of seeing landscaped gardens and the rich bird life. I would walk her home and we would chat. Nothing ever developed. I did spend a few glorious days with her walking on the Surrey downs and playing rounders with other clubs. On one walk I had to rescue her from a lecherous group leader, twice her age with ten to two feet and a Hitler like moustache. She fained interest in me to keep away from him. Once I saw he push her to the ground and lie on top of her. I let him know I was there and Carol jumped up and embraced me as we ran from him. Not all of my sexual activities were so chased. One tiny event introduced me to the pleasures of self-abuse. As I sat down to lunch in the school canteen one of the boys on the table, now a boys only school, pointed to the boy next to him and made a gesture moving his hand up and down and pointing at the boys lap. "I saw him doing it." The accused went red and I knew what this meant. Now I still played with my stiffy and knew it as a source of pleasure but now, in a flash I saw the possibilities. This was wanking and I wanted to rush home and try out this technique which I new would do the business. How did I know that this manual technique was what I needed ? That evening I shut myself away and experimented. The experiment was a success. I nearly died with excitement as I worked away at it. After only a minute of two I exploded with cum spraying all over the place as I pumped away at my engorged stiffy. Now I knew what to do I did it as often as I could. I had no access to anything even slightly erotic but felt the need to have some feminine image in my mind as a focus for my imaginary encounters. I could lie there wanking away like a steam trains pistons but why should I have to summon these images of lovely girls. I knew I wanted EROTICA to help me on my way. Playboy we didn't have but we did have educational books and encyclopaedia. In these I found "The rape of the Sabian women" and a bust in profile of a girl with the most beautiful breasts. The rape was of no interest to me but one of the unfortunate women did have a terrific figure, again displayed in profile. These images would sustain me through my sexual adventures and allowed me to concentrate on the sensations rather than the summoning up of images. More time for yourself is always a good idea when wanking. I was always up for rambling or any chance to get close to nature. One school camp our group was walking the North Downs near Guildford. It was a rainy day and a number of us were wearing our capes. These were large tent like coveralls that kept the rain out but did nothing for you sex appeal. But they did allow you to wank yourself silly as you strolled along. Now I enjoyed this pastime. Wanking away as we walked talking or singing. It took some concentration as the moment of truth arrived not to show signs of some strange sickness with reddening face, shortness of breath and rolling of eyes. But I managed it sometimes several times per hour. We must have all known we were sharing the same secret as it dawned on me that none of us was in a hurry to take our capes off even thought it had stopped raining. We told each other and the teachers that we were drying them as we walked. Us capped boys also seemed more than a little keen to walk behind or close to the one female teacher. I can feel the excitement as we talked to her with our rampant tools dripping and spurting with no break in step or conversation. One boy was caught at it though. In front of the teachers some one, uncapped, quickly lifted the cape off the boy next to me and in front of the female teacher to display the undercover activity in all its sticky pulsating glory. Now that is a humbling experience. I put mine away and the cape as well. One summers evening the YHA group played rounders with another local club. There was a reasonable mixture of boys and girls. I was a little shocked to see a couple in the outfield (long grass) wrestling in the grass. The boy came out on top, pinning the girl under him to the ground. He started to undo her blouse soon revealing her breasts. This she seemed to enjoy but it seemed a little rough to me. Talking about this to the boy later he said "She is always keen for it. We hide in the stationary cupboard at school and she wanks me off." I was disappointed it wasn't my school. The notion that girls were as sexually aware and motivated as myself took a while to learn. Girls would always strike me as being rather more confident and adventurous in their approach to sexual activity. One summer's evening a group of us were playing some game or other in which I became 'captured' by a team of 8 girls. They gave me a rough time and some of their assaults were pointedly sexual. I was held down, I didn't put up much resistance, and striped. I was totally exposed to their amusement and my embarrassment. One young girl whom I wouldn't normally have anything much to do with, we certainly hadn't been introduced, manipulated my now erect prick. She knew just what to do and slowly wanked me into submission. If this was going to happen I might as well enjoy it. So I gave myself to the experience . She started to wank me faster and harder, all the other girls watching with some laughter and surprise at my reactions as I started to reach orgasm. As I lifted myself to encourage the wanking they released me but I didn't rush away as I am sure the rules of the game required. Soon I was spurting into the warm evening air as her hand pumped away at me. Later in the day I captured one of this team of girls. She assumed I was going to assault or even rape her. Screaming for her friends and calling me foul names. Forcing anyone to have sex seemed a contradiction. How could you steal sex or affection from someone. You could only have what they are willing to give or to share. ################################ JACKIE PART TWO ################### In my middle teens my sex life went from bad and little to worse and nothing. I could only fantasise. Which I did with energy, enthusiasm and inventiveness. I had a powerful telescope with which I would spy on lovers in the park. I would chose a moonlit night and quietly settle down in a secluded spot with a good view of the car park and a bench. Many evenings were fruitless but just occasionally I would catch a couple at it. One couple in a car had me worried as I couldn't make our what was happening. He was stretched out with his upper body over the front seat and his head and arms on the back shelf. It took me a minute or two to see where the girl was. He was obviously having sex as I could clearly see his backside pumping up and down but the girl wasn't underneath him. Or so I thought until I made out her blond hair and face level with his pumping hips. She was fellating him, his penis was in her mouth. She was using one hand to encourage him, wanking him as he slid in and out of her mouth. As he came he pulled out and she wanked him furiously as he spurted. I was right there with him. Another time walking through a remote and isolated park I came across a young couple lying in the grass. She wore a cotton summer dress, which was pulled up to her hips. They were kissing and the boy had his hand at her crotch. His fingers pushing deep inside her and he was sliding them in and out of her open sex. I was standing about twenty feet away and could clearly see all the exciting details. The pink inside of her sex, the moisture around her sex and on his fingers, her hips lifting and pumping in response to his efforts. Her hand went to his zip and pulled his erect penis out and as she came she started to wank him. As her orgasm passed she lent over on her side and started to wank him with more energy. Still his hand worked on her and she held her legs open for him to get better access both for his hand and for his eyes. What a sight ! She was dark and beautiful. Her long hair tied back and her full figure outlined under the thin cotton of her dress. She smiled as she worked on him, laughing as he moved in response. She encouraged him with "Yes come on. I can see you are near to coming. Its dripping wet and growing like it will burst." As her hand moved faster he soon came. She rolled towards him and rubbed his spurting sex against her thighs. These events formed the basis for many years of happy fantasy. I still conjure an erection thinking of the enthusiasm of the fellatrix in the car and the energetic mutual masturbation in the park. About this time I was a school prefect. One lunchtime I overheard a group of three or four boys planning to abduct and rape a popular girl from our sister school. I couldn't believe the detail and violence of their plan. I was sickened by their total lack of sympathy or regard for their victim. I let them know I was aware of their plan and that if anything happened to this or any other girl they would be in serious trouble. At a later date I had reason to restrain one this gang and I must admit I was a little over enthusiastic in throwing him out of the school gate. This excessive use of force against an "innocent" and younger boy resulted in a minor crisis in the school. Older friends of the potential rapist came into the school to extract some revenge against me. Fortunately I was not in class when they stormed the school. There were about ten of them and they had chains and sticks as weapons. The rampaged around the school looking for me. I was touring around the school collecting all the house points for the week. When I realised what was happening I took refuge in the staff room. The staff rounded up the ragtaggle army and dumped them outside the gates, So I sailed on through my teens and into an exciting and challenging career as a radio engineer. Messing with complex machines while studying with colleagues and friends. So life was good but my love life was lacking something - a girl.. This changed with a vengeance. I was plunged into a world of love, passion, desire and fulfilment. My life changed when I met Jackie. A beautiful seventeen year old. We met at a mutual friends house. We had been on a treasure hunt around the Surrey hills and after dinner at a friends house we played cards. About ten adults and Jackie and me. I was mesmerised. She was dark with black hair and the darkest brown eyes. A beautiful face and a firm athletic young body. She laughed her way through the evening, I don't think we spoke but I was entranced. Through our mutual friend I got her phone number and rang her the next day. She was pleased when I rang her. Indeed our mutual friend, Janet, had told me that Jackie would be very pleased to hear from me. We found that we worked near to each other in London. We arraigned to meet the next day after work. That meeting will live with me for ever. Waterloo Bridge on a late summer evening. Jackie came bouncing along and greeted me with a beaming smile and a warm hand shake. We talked and talked as we strolled in the light of the setting sun. We had a light meal and then caught the train for her home. We spent the rest of our date walking around a local park and getting to know each other. We didn't really kiss but as we said good bye I moved to kiss her and she didn't see it coming and I kissed her ear as she turned her head. She smiled and said "Goodnight - lets get it right tomorrow " The next evening we went to my house and settled down to listen to my pop tapes. We sat close on the sofa. I felt the warmth of her body and desire in her body language. We kissed gently. Our lips lightly touching. We were both new to this level of intimacy. I set the pace and kissed with slowly increasing passion. Holding her head as I kissed deeper into her willing and opened mouth. Jackie responded wanting to progress as urgently as I did. Our tongues teased each other. I sensed Jackie melt into my arms and slowly I laid her onto the sofa. I traced the outlines of her body. Feeling the firm tension in every muscle. She quivered as I embarrassed her. Her body tight and pressing back against me. I caressed her breasts and slowly opened her blouse and for the first time cupped a firm and aroused breast. Jackie was becoming agitated with desire. I sensed her legs part just a little. Just enough to invite my attention. I reached down and ran my hand up her legs as we kissed. As my hand got higher on her thighs so Jackie pressed towards me and opened her legs wider. I touched and stroked her above her stockings. Enjoying the cool feel of her thighs and moving slowly towards her sex. As my fingers started to stroke her open sex through her pants she lifted herself and I used her responses to guide my exploring hands. My fingers found their way into her pants and started to stroke her open sex lips. Jackie threw her head back and gasped as I worked on her. "Oh yes - that's so nice " I looked down and watched her body responding to my efforts. She moved up and down as I started to push my fingers into her. "That's it - oh do it deeper ." Soon she was moving to an orgasm. She took my free hand and pressed it to her exposed breast. I stroked and caressed her breasts as my fingers brought her closer to her peak. "What can I do to you. This isn't fair. I opened my trousers and pulled out my pulsing erection. She looked at it and smiled. "Did I do that. Is that all for me ?" "Yes its all yours." I took her hand and wrapped it around my sex and gently showed her how to wank me. I moved her hand slowly up and down and she was soon playing me as I was her. The entrance of my rampant friend and her touching it excited her even more and soon she was bucking up and down as she orgasmed. Her hand worked faster on me as she sensed my excitement. "Oh this is so nice." She reached down to my fingers that were deep inside her. She pulled them out of her sex and stroked herself up and down her slot and kissed me as her hand wanked me close to orgasm. "Oh its all wet and slippery. What happens ? "I am coming. Can I come ?" Why I asked I cant explain. "Of cause you can come. " "It wont be long - you are doing it so well. Watch me come." Jackie looked at her administrations and my pulsing knob and wanked me hard and fast. As I started to spurt she gasped as she watched my cum spurting with each stroke of her hand. "Do it slower as it comes. Milk me dry" Jacky and I shared a great passion. 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