Message-ID: <44585asstr$1065319804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <003101c38ad3$03ddb5a0$5e6c6d44@S0027106666> From: "Gil Gamesh" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1165 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 4 Oct 2003 18:55:40 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Chapter 10 of Dreams and Fantasies - Deflowering a Virgin - Gil Gamesh X-Original-Subject: (no subject) Date: Sat, 4 Oct 2003 22:10:04 -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: dennyw, hecate <1st attachment, "10 - Deflowering a Virgin.txt" begin> IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, or otherwise forbidden by law to read electronically transmitted erotic material, please go do something else. This material is Copyright, 2003, by Gil Gamesh. You are granted the right to download and keep one electronic copy for your personal reading so long as this notice is included. Reposting requires previous permission. Reposting on any pay-for-access site is specifically forbidden. For access to all stories by Gil Gamesh, please visit the following site, which also provides a means of contacting the author: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Gil_Gamesh/www/ DREAMS AND FANTASIES By Gil Gamesh CHAPTER TEN DEFLOWERING A VIRGIN Kieran Stuart, 30 at beginning and end of story Sioned Stuart, 29 at beginning and end of story Kieran Stuart, 20 in remembrance Reverend and Mrs. Steve Willingham, about 45 in remembrance Susan Willingham, 20 in remembrance Steve Willingham, Jr., 18 in remembrance Primary raconteur - Kieran Stuart We had been making love late into the night, insatiable in our hunger for each other. The weekend lay before us, with the pleasure of sleeping almost until noon on Saturday. I had come again and again, riding or being ridden to one orgasm after another, some gentle tweaks of pleasure, others almost crashing convulsions. My husband had come twice, I was sure, and perhaps a third time. Finally we had showered together, to wash away the sweat and the mélange of our lovemaking. I chased him out of the shower while I cleaned myself inside. I was still a little hesitant about douching in front of him, even though he had asked me to let him watch. I wanted to be fresh when we woke on Saturday morning. I frequently awoke to feel his hard cock pressed against me. We both liked the experience of a quick fuck before we even opened our eyes. When I came out of the bathroom, he was stretched out on the bed, nude, his ankles crossed, his hands resting on his stomach. His penis was soft now but still swollen slightly larger than usual, resting on his testicles. The foreskin almost completely covered the head. The skin on the end was reddened, that toward the base distinctly lighter. As always, I was engrossed by his genitals. I never tired of looking at him, of playing with his cock, holding it, sliding the skin back to expose the head, gently cupping his testicles in the palm of my hand. I had brought a bottle of baby oil out of the bathroom, to rub some on my elbows and feet and, hopefully, to seduce my husband into rubbing my back with it. After being well and thoroughly fucked, I enjoyed a good massage before surrendering to sleep. I stood watching him, rubbing the oil on my arms and shoulders. He watched too and so I deliberately rubbed the oil on my breasts, stroking toward the nipples until they stood out firm again. I sat down on the end of the bed away from him, facing him and the bedside lamp, deliberately exposing myself to him. I raised one leg, bent, to reach my feet, rubbing first one and then the other with the baby oil. He still watched every movement I made. I decided to give him one more little voyeuristic pleasure. I leaned back, completely exposing the area between my legs, and poured a few more drops of oil in my hand and rubbed it into my pubic hair. In the direct light, it seemed to shine even more scarlet than usual. He had always been fascinated by my naturally-red hair, both on my head and between my legs. I teased it, pulling it into curls, parting it to gently rub a well-oiled finger over the lips between. Just as his eyes were focused on one area of my body, mine were locked on one part of his, waiting to see if I could evoke one more response, even one slight beginning of another erection. At last I was rewarded by seeing a small hesitant movement, as it elongated between his legs, stretching out toward me. I crawled up beside him, and, pouring a few more drops of oil on my hand, gently began to coat his swollen cock. "Tell me about your first real love affair," I coaxed. "Tell me another bed-time story." "I'm not sure whether my first real affair was a matter of love or of lust. To this day, I don't really know what she felt for me or I for her." "What do you mean?" "It started the fall of my junior year in college. Susan was in two of my classes. She was probably the most intelligent student in either class. She seemed driven to make perfect grades. When my grades were almost as good as hers, she sought me out and suggested we work together. ***** I didn't know what to say when she first spoke to me. I had noticed her more than once, even watched her in class. She was tall and thin, always better dressed than the typical student, always in a dress or blouse and skirt. Her clothes seemed to hide her and I could not tell what her breasts were like. From what little I had seen, her legs were perfectly shaped. Her hair was long and straight, usually pulled back with a clasp or held in a ponytail. Her neck was long. Her skin was as flawless and clear as porcelain. In profile, her face was sculptured perfection. I suppose I was puzzled at my own reaction to her. When I sat quietly and looked at other girls, I could usually find some feature to turn me on. One girl I saw frequently had a marvelous ass: heart-shaped, if you turned the heart upside down. She had a small waist and full firm hips. I could get an erection just from watching her walk past me. But Susan was a puzzle. In spite of her beauty, she projected an apparent coldness, a seeming lack of sexuality. I tried to find something about her to evoke the usual response in my crotch. Perhaps it was the challenge that kept me looking at her. We found we had the same mid-morning hours free three days of the week and we began to meet in the student center. We soon established a routine. The first one to arrive got coffee for both of us and found an empty table. We usually worked on our assignments until our class, in the hour just before noon. I soon learned that she was a local girl, still living at home. I tried to learn about her family but she was reticent to talk about her parents. I did learn that her father was a minister in a fundamentalist Protestant church and that they were rather strict in their expectations of her. I also learned that she had a brother, Steve, a couple of years younger than her, in his last year of high school. When I finally met him, I was surprised to find that he looked enough like her to be her twin. Our first date was an early movie, a wild adventure film. At one point, when the hero was again about to lose his life, she grabbed my arm and I put my hand in hers. It was the first time we had touched in any environment that wasn't academic. Her fingers laced through mine and held on. When I moved my leg against hers and lowered my hand so that her hand, still in mine, rested on my leg, she leaned closer to me. Just the touch of her hand on my leg, only inches from my crotch, brought my cock to a swift erection. I tried to will her to take her hand out of mine, to move it a few inches, but instead, I must have pulled her hand toward my goal. She looked first toward my face, a questioning look on hers, and then toward my crotch. I saw a brief flicker of a smile on her face and then she pulled her hand away. Even in the half-dark theater, I felt sure she could see my face shining red with embarrassment. Since she had an eight o'clock class the next day, I took her home early, just barely after dark. She walked me through the house, just long enough to introduce me to her mother and father, and out the back door. A huge oak tree covered one corner of the yard and a swing, large enough for two, hung from one of the branches. We sat quietly, swinging, and finally I took her hand in mine again. I tried to guess what she expected of me. With her parents in the house, I was about to conclude that I would have to settle for a chaste goodnight kiss. As if she had read my thoughts, she stood up and led me behind the tree, so that it sheltered us from the house. "If you don't kiss me, I'll kill you," she whispered. I pulled her against me, my arms around her waist, for a quick touch of my lips against hers. Instead she put her hands behind my head and held me, refusing to let me go. Her lips opened and then mine opened to hers, and I felt her tongue teasing mine. The sensation sent an instant message to my groin and I pulled her against me. She seemed to melt against me and her hands slid down, cupping my buttocks, pulling me even harder against her. I pulled away for a moment and looked at her. Her eyes were wide open, looking into mine, sending an unmistakable signal. I kissed her again, holding her until we were both out of breath. I was beginning to get an erection and I knew she could feel it. Her hands were still cupped around me and she was almost grinding her pelvis against mine. I decided to see how far she would go. I undid the top button on her blouse and put my mouth on the soft flesh where her neck joined her shoulder. At the same time, I reached for one of her hands and pulled it around, between us, rubbing it against my cock. I had worn loose pants, with boxer shorts underneath, and my cock had room to grow. It was a full as it could get while still being held at a downward angle. She pulled away when I turned her hand loose. I decided to press the attack a little more, knowing full well that I was courting disaster, letting my desire take control when we were so close to her house and her parents. I pulled her blouse out of her skirt and reached up behind her back to unhook her bra. She made no protest and, when I slid both hands up in front, to her breasts, she stood frozen, eyes closed. Her breasts were small and firm, barely filling my palms. The nipples were hard and erect. I held her breasts and began kissing her again. She was breathing deeply now. When I stooped down, she pulled my face against her. I pulled up her blouse and sought out one breast with my mouth and sucked on the nipple. I was amazed at the size and firmness of her nipple. With her small breasts, I would have expected her to have small virginal nipples. But hers were large enough to give any baby, or any lover, something to suck on. When I straightened up again, to kiss her again, I brought one hand up between her legs, pulling her skirt up. She spread her legs slightly to let me cup my hand over her mound, with my fingers spread back between her legs. With my other hand, I pulled down my zipper and pulled out my cock, intending to see if I could get her to hold it. She needed no cajoling. She sought it out and wrapped her hand around it. I could feel it growing to full size while she held it. She seemed to be gasping against my mouth. She slid her hand down to the head of my cock and then slowly, squeezing it each time, moved it by stages back down toward the base. She even slid her hand inside my fly and sought out my balls, holding them awkwardly in her hand for a moment. I could feel the heat and moisture seeping out through the thin fabric of her panties. She was moving against my hand, asking me to touch her. I pushed the fabric to one side and slid one finger between the moist lips. When I found the opening to her, I wondered if she was still a virgin. She was slick, soaked with her own secretions, but still tight, so tight that I could feel her recoil slightly when my finger tried to gain entrance into her. I knew that desire could open her when nothing else could, so I began to stroke her, sliding a finger into the tight opening and then transferring the lubrication upward around her clitoris. When I touched it, she pushed against me. She was holding on to my cock for dear life now, almost causing me pain. I took my hand away momentarily and then slid it down, palm against the smooth skin of her stomach, into her panties. With my middle finger, I stroked her again and again, wanting to give her as much pleasure as possible, knowing full well that my own satisfaction, when and if it came, would be even greater with her complete acquiescence. I pressed my hand against her, my finger sliding against her clitoris, the tip just inside her vagina, stroking, pressing, willing her to come. And she did. I felt a series of contractions on my fingertip and felt her body stiffen against mine. When I stuck my tongue in her mouth, she sucked on it with a passion I would never have believed an hour earlier. Her hand had such a grip on my cock that it was almost painful. And at that instant, a light at the back of the house came on. When her mother came out a minute or so later, looking for us, we were sitting in the swing, our clothes back in place, trying to look as innocent as possible. She invited us to come in, asking if we wanted some apple pie she had baked that afternoon. I had to wait a few more minutes, desperately trying to will an erection away, until we could get up from the swing. ***** A few days later we were studying together when she brought up the subject. "I've never done anything like that before," Susan whispered. I knew instantly what she was talking about. "How do you feel about it?" I asked. "I never thought I could get so hot and want something so much. I don't know what to think." "What you felt is the same thing I felt. It's perfectly normal for both of us to feel that way." "Have you ever," she hesitated, "made love with a woman?" "Yes, I had a wonderful woman to teach me, before I was sixteen, how to make love." "I've never done it before." "You still haven't done that much. You've had my cock in your hand. I've had the tip of one finger in you. And you had an orgasm." "I wanted more than your finger in me." I could see that she was blushing. "I've never talked about anything like this with a man before." "I'm not going to force you into anything you don't want, you know. I'm not going to push you or seduce you. I'm willing to wait to see what develops. If you make up your mind you're ready, I'm sure you'll find ways to let me know." She looked down at the table. "I'm still a virgin, you know." "Are you afraid of me? Of what you must do to lose your virginity?" She didn't answer. "Don't be. I promise you, if I'm the first man to make love to you, you'll be ready. You'll want it more than you've ever wanted anything in our life. When it's done, you'll know, as I did one afternoon, how right it is. It's as if you had wondered all your life about something and suddenly you know exactly what the answer is and it's miraculous." "I've been thinking about going to a doctor, to get a prescription for the pill." "There are other means of birth control. If we make love, I'll make sure one of us is doing something to keep you from getting pregnant. "When I held you in my hand the other night, it was so hot and so hard. I wanted it in me so bad my stomach ached. I wanted to feel it in me, your flesh inside mine, with nothing between us. I'd hate to have to make love with those rubber things on you." "I've used them a few times. It's not as good for me. I don't know how it is for a woman. "How many different women have you made love with?" "Very few. There was the older woman, just before I was sixteen, who taught me a lifetime of learning in one afternoon. There have been a few others since then, a few times with each." "If I go on the pill, would you teach me, gradually, without going all the way until I'm sure it's safe?" "What do you want me to teach you? If you let your feeling be your guide, you'll find that you already know, within your body, everything you need to learn." "When you made me come the other night, I wanted to do the same thing to you. I wanted to see you. I've heard enough shower-room gossip from the girls. I want to use my hand on you to make you come. I know boys do that to themselves. Can you show me how?" "Yes, that would be my pleasure." "We can do that to each other, can't we. There's no danger in that. And I've heard of other things men and women do to each other without any danger of getting pregnant." I smiled. "Are you by any chance hinting at oral sex?" "Have you ever done it?" "Yes, I've done it to a woman. And I've had a woman do it to me. It's one of the best things in sex, next to.." I waited until she was looking at me. "..fucking." She quickly picked up her books. "Come on. We'll be late for class." ***** A few days later, we went for a walk in the neighborhood near her house, just as the last of the twilight was fading. Her father's church, when we came near, was dark, the huge hardwood trees looming over the old building. We had been walking apart, hardly touching, not even holding hands, to try to give anyone who might be watching the impression that we were nothing more than friends. Just as we turned the corner near the side of the church, she caught my hand and pulled me behind the shrubs, into a dark area with steps leading down into a basement door. "Be quiet. There shouldn't be anybody in the church or there would be lights on. This door is kept locked but I borrowed the key." She led me carefully down the steps toward the door, and then fumbled with the key, trying to find the lock. After a moment, she succeeded, and the door swung open into darkness. "Hold my hand and be careful. I know my way in the dark and if you walk behind me, you shouldn't bump anything." She led me through one basement room, into a hallway, and then into another room. I stood still, unable to see anything, and she shut the door. I could hear her sliding a bolt home and I guessed that we were in some room that could be secured from the inside. I waited, wondering what she had in mind. A few feet away from me I could hear her moving, the rustle of cloth, the shuffle of feet. When she found me with her outstretched hand, I reached out to hold her. She was nude. I ran one hand over her shoulder, down her side, to her hip. I held my breath and brought my other hand forward, toward her stomach, and felt the soft down of her pubic hair. I slid it upward and found her bare breasts, the nipples already erect against my palm. She began to unbutton my shirt and I let her strip it off me. As usual, I wore jeans without a belt. Almost as one motion, she unzipped them, pulled the fly apart, and pushed them down over my hips. I kicked my sneakers off and she bent over to pull my jeans off each leg. I still had on my briefs. Her hands sought out my crotch, cupping my testicles, feeling for my cock. I could feel it swell even larger at her touch, straining against the fabric, wanting to be released to come to full erection. "I see my brother, Steve, like this sometimes," she whispered in the darkness. "My parents would probably think we're committing a horrible sin but we tease each other. Sometimes he wears briefs that are as skimpy as any of mine. When there's nobody else home, he'll take a bath and come out of the bathroom with nothing else on, down the hall and even into my room. I've been tempted more than once to pull them down, to see what he has in there that makes such a bulge. Does that shock you?" Her hands continued to stroke me through the fabric of my briefs. "Why do you think he acts like that?" "I think he's as confused as I am. Our father is always preaching in the church about the sins of the flesh. He's said more than once we'd be damned to hell if we do it before we're married. Steve's named after him. He may carry the same name as our father but he certainly doesn't feel the same way about religion. We've talked about sex a little and neither of us feel it's a sin to want to have sex." "Tell me what you do to tease him." "I went in his bedroom once, after a bath, with only a towel on. I pretended I had an eyelash in my eye and asked him to get it out. When he was only inches away, trying to see if there was something in my eye, I dropped the towel. I picked it up immediately but not before he got a very good look at me. I leave my door slightly open when I'm dressing, knowing me can see in from his room." "I think you're both playing a dangerous game," I whispered. "Do you have any brothers or sisters?" she asked. "I have one of each. Alan is five years older than I am. Kara is three years older than me." "Does Alan have one, you know, like yours?" "Sure, he does. All guys do." I knew what she was getting at but I pretended to be dumb. "I mean, does he have one as big as yours?" "It looks about the same to me. When we were growing up, we shared the same bedroom; I saw it almost every day. I've seen him with a hard-on too and I don't think we're that different. He's more like our father then I am, with more hair on his chest and stomach and it's darker than mine is. I'm more like our mother, more fair and blond." "Have you ever seen your sister, when she was naked?" she asked. "Not really, at least not since she a little kid. Our parents have always been very casual about nudity. Kara became more bashful when she turned into a woman." "There's a shelf near the door with candles and matches on it," she said. "See if you can find one and light it." I inched my way toward the door, hands outstretched, feeling for the shelf. I found the door, the shelf beside it, and the candles. Finally I found the box of matches and used one to light a candle. When the room filled with the soft light, I turned toward her. She was tall and thin, rounded in the hips but still slim and boyish. Her breasts were only slight mounds, as though she was still developing. Only the large nipples gave away her maturity. Her small thatch of pubic hair was light brown. The room we were in contained a large couch and a few folding chairs, with little else. "Where are we?" I asked. "It's a basement room with no windows. It's used mainly for weddings. This is where the bride usually prepares for the wedding ceremony." I walked back to her. I knelt in front of the couch, dripped a small amount of wax onto the floor, and stuck the candle in it. When I stood up, she held out her arms for me. She met me with an open-mouthed, hungry kiss that seemed to go on and on. I let my hands roam all over her back and then cupped them around her bare buttocks, pulling her against me. I had not taken off my briefs, waiting to see what she would do. After I had seen her eagerness in taking off my shirt and pants, the way she looked at me almost nude, I wanted her to have the pleasure of taking off the one last thing that hid from her what I knew she wanted. At length, she pushed me away from her and turned me so that the candle lighted the front of my body. She looked down at my crotch and I waited, my heart pounding, my mouth open, to see what she would do. She turned her hands, palms toward my stomach, fingers extended downward, and began to slide them into the elastic of my briefs. When her fingertips touched the base of my cock, I thought I would come within seconds. When she reached farther, holding my cock in her hands, her fingers curled around under my balls, I held my breath, waiting. She knelt on one knee and slowly pulled my shorts down, her eyes eagerly fastened on my cock, watching it appear. When the head was free, it sprang out toward her face. By the time I stepped out of my briefs, my cock was almost fully distended. She stood and watched as it grew and lifted, first horizontally toward her, and then at a slight upward angle. "I had never touched a man," she whispered, "before the other night." "Be honest," I said. "What you mean is that you'd never touched a man's cock before, isn't it?" "Yes. Can I do what I want to you? I want to play with you, to make you come, while I watch. Can I do that?" "Will you let me to the same thing to you later? To show you that you can enjoy the same things a man enjoys. There isn't much difference in the way we feel about sex, you know?" She led my by the hand to the couch and then pushed me down until I was flat on my back. I moved back, with my head on the arm of the couch, so that I could watch her. She swung one leg over me and straddled my legs, sitting on my thighs. The candlelight was just enough to let me see through her fine thatch of pubic hair to the open lips within. I could see the small opening there, pink and glistening. The sight made my cock grow even harder, standing at a stiff angle, moving spasmodically as though it had a will of its own. She reached forward with one hand, curling it around my cock and sliding it down to retract the foreskin completely, exposing the head to her. She slid her hand down farther to my balls, lifting them and feeling the movement of the testicles in my scrotum. The look on her face told my how fascinated she was with the way a man was made. "Show my how to do it," she said. I wrapped my hand around my cock and stroked it slowly upward, bringing my foreskin forward to cover the head, and then downward, exposing the head again. She watched my slow motion demonstration and then pushed my hand away, replacing it with hers. At first her movements were as slow as mine had been. I let her have her way, watching first her hand and then her face, as she delighted in watching what she was doing to me. As always, a drop or two of clear lubrication appeared at the tip of my cock. I had learned long ago that I was a little unusual in that respect. Most men evidently have so little pre-coital lubrication that it never shows. Mine flows constantly when I'm aroused; the head of my cock is almost always wet when I play with it. She stopped, looking first at the moisture and then at my face, questioning without saying a word. I took her hand in mine, holding her index finger, and rubbed it first in the mucoid fluid and then over the head of my cock, letting her feel how slick it made the skin, knowing she would realize its purpose. She was fascinated. She began to stroke me again, squeezing on the upstroke, almost milking me. In a moment, a few more drops appeared. She touched her finger to them and then rubbed two of her fingers together, just a few inches from her face. And then she did something I could hardly believe. She put one finger in her mouth, sucking on it, evidently curious as to how it would taste. Just watching her with her eyes closed, one finger in her mouth, my cock swelled even harder and I knew I was going to come within seconds when she put her hand on me. "You taste good," she whispered. "When I come, it's not going to be just drops like that," I whispered. "And it's not going to just ooze out. You're going to make a mess on either you or me or both of us, depending on where you've got it pointed." She smiled and put both hands back on me, one cupping and playing with my balls, the other sliding up and down my cock. In a moment, my breathing became faster. I'm sure she could feel the muscles in my legs and stomach tightening. I closed my eyes, feeling my orgasm building, giving in to it. Her strokes became faster and faster. At that moment when I reached the point of no return, when I felt the first contraction start the first ejaculatory squirt of semen out of my body, I opened my eyes to watch her. She was holding my cock leaned slightly toward her and the first and second spurts flew the short distance to her chest, both landing almost cleanly in the cleft between her breasts. As she continued to stroke, she moved my cock so that it tilted more toward me. The next couple of spurts lofted upward almost a foot and fell on her hand, the last few sprinkled my stomach from just above my navel down into my pubic hair. When I could catch my breath, I said, "I warned you." She was still slowly stroking my cock. I reached down and held her hand still. She looked curiously at the opalescent semen on her hand and, as before, rubbed it with one finger, curious to see what it was like. I caught her hand and rubbed it in the come on my stomach and then used my fingers to smear the deposit on her chest over her breasts. "It won't hurt you. If we're not careful, you can get pregnant from it, but, outside your body, it can't do anybody any harm." I pulled her down on top of me, feeling her breasts and stomach against mine, my cock imprisoned between our stomachs, our skin almost sticking together with my semen. We must have stayed like that for four or five minutes, drowning in open-mouthed kisses, my cock still half-hard between us, rubbing against each other. I knew she wanted it and I wanted more than anything to bury my cock in her, to leave a deposit so deep inside her she could taste it. At length, she pulled away to catch her breath. "I've got to get off of you. If I stay here any longer, I'm going to have your cock in me. I want it so bad it hurts." She held it again in her hand and milked it upward toward the head, bringing out the last few oozing drops of come. And then she did something that I would have never expected her to do without coaxing. She leaned forward and took the head of my cock in her mouth, sucking on it briefly, exploring it with her lips and tongue. When she straightened up, she smiled. "You do taste good, you know." "I don't know. But I do know you amaze me. For someone who knows almost nothing about sex, you're certainly a quick learner." "Do you mean you don't know what it tastes like? Aren't you curious about things like that?" "I guess I just never thought about it." She moved back over me, bringing her breasts above my face. "It's on my breasts," she whispered. "I want you to lick them clean." How could any man refuse a request like that? ***** For the next half-hour or so, we lay crowded side by side on the couch, kissing until we were breathless, then talking quietly about what we had been doing and what we wanted to do. I learned she was surprisingly naive about sex, eager to learn but uninformed about what men and women did to each other. "You said you had never touched a man's penis before. Was that the truth?" I asked. "Yes. I've touched a boy, but never a man." "Who was the boy?" "My brother." "Tell me about it." "Steve and I slept in the same room until I was eight years old and he was seven. Sometimes one of us would sneak into the other's bed. We'd fool around and play with each other and it wasn't long before we started stripping naked so we could compare the way we were made. I can still remember how his penis would grow from the size of my finger to twice or more that size. It would be so hard, almost rigid. And it always sprang back into the same position every time I moved it. "Did you ever try to do more than just play around?" "I don't think it ever really entered our minds. I know I didn't know how it was done and I don't think he did either. Maybe because we were preacher's kids, we didn't learn about sex as early as the other kids. They were reluctant to talk to us about it, as though we were different." "Did someone catch you and make you move to separate rooms?" "No. We moved into a larger house about that time. I still remember being confused because we weren't allowed to sleep in the same room." "Did you ever see your brother's cock after that, after he was past puberty?" "Once or twice, when he was taking a bath and I walked in by accident. His is not as big as yours is. It's sort of long and slim like he is. And he's been circumcised." "Did you ever see him with a hard-on?" "Yes, once when he was sleeping." "How did that happen?" "About a year ago, he overslept when he was supposed to be up to go to high-school. My mother told me to go up and wake him. When I went in his bedroom, he was still asleep, with his cover kicked off. He was sleeping in short pajamas, on his back. His penis was sticking out the fly, so hard it was standing at an angle over his stomach. I stood and looked at it for a minute and then went back out, closed his door, and banged on it. When I opened the door this time he had the covers pulled up. I saw my father's once, too, when I was little." "And how did that happen?" "Our bedrooms were upstairs. When I was about nine, I think it was in January, I came downstairs to get a glass of milk. I must have been well after midnight and I didn't expect anybody to be up. There was a fire in the living room fireplace and just enough light from that for me to see. As I came down the stairs, I heard some sounds from the living room that I couldn't identify. When I was part way down the stairs, I peeked in and saw my mother and father. She was bending over a chair, with her nightgown thrown over her back. My father was behind her, with his pajamas down around his ankles. He was moving against her fanny and I couldn't imagine what they were doing. When he pulled away from her, I saw his cock, silhouetted against the fire. It was huge and red and shiny. He held her by the hip with one hand and with the other he held his cock and guided it back into her. I heard her say three words: "Oh God, Steve." When I heard that I was so terrified that I ran back up the stairs. I couldn't imagine where he was putting it into her." "What did you think about him afterward?" "I felt he was nothing but a hypocrite, doing something like that to my mother on Saturday night, and then preaching about the sins of lust on the next Sunday morning." "You said you wanted me to teach you about sex. Did you mean that?" I asked. "There are all sorts of things we can do before we get around to the best part of all?" "I want you to teach me," she whispered. "I want to do everything. You promised to go slow with me. I've got an appointment with the doctor next week. After that, I want you to fuck me so completely that there will be nothing virginal left about me." I sat up on the couch and pulled her upright. When I knelt on the floor between her legs, she guessed what I wanted to do to her. "Blow out the candle. I don't want you looking at me" "Why not?" "I'm not pretty down there. I don't want you to see it." "What's it? Do you mean your cunt?" "Yes." "You said you were going to let me teach you. Now I want you to begin by saying 'cunt'." "Cunt." "Say, I want you to look at my cunt." "I want you to look at my cunt." "Did you enjoy looking at my cock and balls? Were they ugly to you?" "No, they were beautiful. I've seen pictures of men before, sometimes with erections. But yours is so smooth and the skin is so white except for the head. I'm glad you're not as hairy as the men in the pictures." "Looking at you, at your cunt, can be just as enjoyable to me. Don't ever be ashamed of it." I pulled her forward until her hips rested just on the edge of the couch and then slowly pulled her legs apart. She leaned back, eyes closed, waiting for whatever I wanted to do, opening up to me. The hair on her mound was light brown and relatively sparse. Most of it was tangled in one small area above her cunt, with very little extending down between her thighs. The impression was that of a young girl years younger than I knew she was, almost pre-pubescent. I began to stroke her legs with both hands, gradually working my way upward, moving down to the inside of her thighs, toward her cunt. My heart was racing away and I had a throbbing hard on again. I coaxed her legs apart more and more, pulling her gradually forward. When my thumb touched the clitoral shaft, she gasped. I leaned closer, my face only inches away from her cunt. With both thumbs, I began to open her, to pull the few hairs out of the way, to pull apart the soft mounds on each side of the opening. The soft pink lips inside were as delicate as flower petals, looking virginal and untouched. I wet one finger with my saliva and began to rub them, stroking, teasing them to part and reveal the opening into her. In the candlelight, she unfolded like a flower in slow-motion photography, gradually revealing the deeper pink and red just inside the lips, glistening with her own moisture. I alternated between thumb of right hand and finger of left, thumb stroking upward from wet vagina up to the hard bump of her clitoris, finger sliding gradually deeper and deeper into her. In a few minutes, I had one finger buried deep inside her. I let it remain still for a while and then began to move it gently in and out, finger-fucking her as a poor substitute for what I wanted to do. Her eyes were still closed. With one finger still in her, I leaned forward and kissed her softly on the inside of first one thigh and then the other. I gradually moved my mouth upward, toward the center of her and as I did, I opened my mouth, using my tongue to tease, my lips to suck on the silky-smooth skin. At the juncture of leg and body, I fastened my mouth on her, just an inch or so away from her cunt, first biting gently and then sucking strong enough to leave my mark on her. I wanted her to see it for the next few days and to think about me. When I moved my lips the last inch or two and brought my tongue in contact with her, she seemed to flow forward against my face, to open even more to me. I traced down the hard little shaft and sought out the hard bump at the bottom. I moved my hands away and put my mouth totally open against her cunt, my tongue first teasing open the soft slippery lips into her and then licking upward at her clitoris. Perhaps it was only a few minutes but it seemed like hours to me. I used my tongue and lips and teeth and mouth on her in every way I could. My face was wet with the mixture of my saliva and her lubrication. She was squirming now, moving against me, her hands in my hair, holding me against her. I brought my hands back into play. I wet my left thumb with our juices and began to stroke her on that smooth bridge between cunt and asshole, teasing, touching. With my right hand, I inserted first just one finger into her and worked it in and out, feeling all tightness disappear. In a minute or so, I gently inserted another finger and continued to push in and out, again feeling her cunt open to me even more. At last, I leaned forward and brought my tongue back against her clitoris, licking hard again and again. She pulled back a little as though I had hurt her but in the next instant, she pushed forward. Again and again, she thrust against my hand and mouth. I could hear her moaning and breathing raggedly. Suddenly, she caught her breath and I felt the contractions of her orgasm on my fingers. I tried to time my tongue to the rhythm of her vaginal muscles, holding my fingers still inside her. When the constrictions died way, I began to move my fingers slowly in and out of her again. Her hand came down from my head and held my wrist, asking me to stop. When I refused, she pulled my hair with the other hand. When I still refused to stop, she gave in to me. In a few minutes, I knew that, virgin or not, her cunt was big enough to hold my cock. I silently resolved she would soon have it, in cunt, in mouth, in asshole, and if she had other orifices large enough, I would fuck her there too. I plunged my fingers in and out repeatedly, willing her to come again. And shortly she obeyed her master. ***** For the next few weeks, we were at each other constantly, both in a state of never-quite-satisfied sexual desire. We found secluded spots where we were never certain that we would not be discovered and the danger of being caught in the act only added to our hunger for each other. In the weeks I had known her, I had asked her more than once to go running with me. As slim as she was, I knew she would like that form of exercise as much as I did. I finally convinced her to let me help her buy running shoes and a lightweight running outfit. We met one afternoon at the gym on campus and went to the locker rooms to change. When she came out in her running shorts, with her long legs and with her hair in a ponytail, I could feel an immediate response in my cock. After stretching exercises to warm up, I set a slow pace, along the running trail near the river. When we stopped for a few minutes, she was silent, not her usual self. I asked her what was wrong and she insisted there was nothing. I ran on with her for another section of the trail and then led her up the hill, to a secluded spot where I usually rested. Some one had made a bench, out of a single large timber, between two trees. I straddled the bench and leaned against one tree. She leaned against the other facing me. "Why are you so quiet today?" I asked. "I did something last night that I shouldn't have done," she answered. "Tell me about it." "I'm ashamed of it. But at the same time, I'll admit it has made me so hot for you that I don't want us to wait much longer." "What happened?" I prompted. "I was sitting in the back yard, in the swing, after dark, when I noticed the light in Steve's room come on. He came to the window and closed the blinds and I suppose that aroused my curiosity. I waited a few minutes and then sneaked up to his window. From the side I could see through into the room. He was stretched out on the bed, naked, with a magazine. I could see naked women in it. He was playing with his penis and testicles, looking at the pictures. As I watched, he gradually got an erection, a hard-on, as you call it. I must have watched him for almost ten minutes as he looked at the picture and used his hand on himself. His cock is almost as long as yours but not as big. I got so hot my stomach actually hurt. When he came, he let it fall on his chest and stomach. I wanted so much for him to be able to do that inside a girl, where it belonged." "You talk about your brother a lot. Do your feelings about him cause you problems?" "I know I shouldn't even think of him in any sort of sexual way. But we've always been close. I've been in such a state of confusion the last couple of months, I don't know what I feel." "Pretend I'm your brother, here and now. Let me play the role. Tell me what to do." "Take it out. Take your cock and balls out and let me see you." "I can't with this supporter I've got on under my shorts." "Take it off and then put your shorts back on." I did as she asked, quickly pulling my running shorts down and then the supporter. In only a few seconds, I was back in my shorts. I sat down again on the bench, straddling it, facing her. With one hand, I slowly pulled the loose shorts to one side, exposing myself to her. "Show me yours," I said. She pulled her shorts to one side, exposing the white cotton briefs underneath. Then slowly, she pulled the briefs to one side, exposing herself to me. "Do it to yourself," she whispered. "I will if you will." With her left hand, she held her shorts and briefs aside. With her right, she began a tentative stroking on the soft mounds on each side of her cunt, using just her two index fingers. Her eyes were fastened on my cock and so I responded with the same sort of slow stroking motion, to let her know that I would respond in like-kind to whatever she did. Gradually she moved her fingers into the cleft between her thighs, lightly touching the area where I knew her clitoris could be found. She rubbed in a circular motion for a minute or so and then began to insert her fingers into her vagina, spreading her moisture over the lips of her cunt and over the clitoral shaft. With my left hand, I did the same, holding my shorts to one side, while I stroked my cock with my right. For the next few minutes, we both watched each other. I could feel my orgasm waiting just seconds away but I wanted to hold back, to see if I could tell when she came. Finally, she stiffened, closing her eyes and holding her breath, while she held two fingers buried in her cunt, and I knew she had. When I came, there was no doubt on her part. I laid down a trail of white puddles on the bench between us, stretching most of the three feet or so to her cunt. When we got up a minute or so later, I would have sworn there was a wet spot where she had been sitting. ***** For the next week, we were both too busy with class work to have much time for each other. When I tried to get her alone, she resisted, teasing me but holding firm in saying no. When I stopped by her house late on Friday afternoon, I found her in the back yard, reading in the swing under the oak tree. "Why have you been avoiding me all week?" I asked. "Because I wanted to," she responded, and then continued, with a smile, "and I intend to avoid you totally for one more week." I thought I understood what she was implying but I wanted to be sure. "What do you mean?" "Because in eight more days, one week from tomorrow, we're going to be busy all day. You're going to take me on a picnic with a group from the college. Except we're going to be the only ones in the group." "Are you sure?" I asked. "I may have another date on that day. I'll have to check my calendar." "Well, I can always find someone else to take me. I'm sure there are lots of young men who would enjoy a picnic, alone all day with me. I'm sure there will be lots of interesting things to do. There might even be something good to eat...or something good for other purposes." I knew when to be serious and when to tease. "What time do you want me to pick you up?" ***** She was ready at nine o'clock, in sneakers, jeans, and knit shirt, when I came for her. I had packed a cooler with the wine and beer she had asked me to get. She had packed another cooler with food for the two of us. She also carried an old quilt. I didn't ask what it was for. "Where are we going?" I asked, as we drove away from her house. "Out in the country, less than an hour's drive, to some property my grandfather still owns. It was his father's and mother's farm. Most of it is not used now. Their old house is still standing, about a mile off the main road. The road back to there is closed and we may not be able to drive in all the way. There's a creek just before we get to the house and the bridge has been out for years." While we rode, she told me about her great grandparents on her father's side, who had lived on the farm for almost sixty years, raising eight children, five girls and three boys. The quilt had been made by her great grandmother. When she pointed out the almost overgrown dirt road, I pulled off slowly in front of an iron gate blocking the way. She jumped out, opened a huge lock, and then swung open the gate. I pulled in and waited while she closed it behind us and got back in the car. I made my way slowly along the old road, trying to avoid rocks and roots and brush. It took us another ten minutes to cover the short distance to the creek. I could see the old house standing on a knoll on the other side. We found one huge timber, from one side of the bridge, still standing solidly above the creek, and we crossed on that. The old house was still dry and reasonably well preserved, its tin roof still protecting it. Inside it was dark and cool, the rooms all empty. "When we were small, my parents used to bring us here for picnics. I never knew my great grandparents but my father did. He's told me some unbelievable stories about them. They both lived to be almost ninety years old and both died in this house. Do you think they might be here watching us?" "I doubt it. If they had eight children here, their ghosts might still be in one of the bedrooms making love." "Can you imagine that? Having eight children. I wonder how it was to make love when there was almost no way to protect yourself against having a baby?" She led me back outside, into the sunlight again. When I asked where we were going, she held my hand and led me along a path that was almost overgrown, back down to the creek and then along the bank. "There's a spot just up the creek where the water runs over some rocks. Just below that, there was always a pool deep enough for us to play when we were kids, with a sandy area just down from the pool. We always had out picnics there or in the cleared area beside the creek." We found the pool, still clear and deep, with a large area of clean white sand just below it. The area beside the creek, once a field cleared and farmed, was now overgrown with grass and filled with wild flowers. "Let's play in the pool later," Susan said. "I want to clear an area in the middle of all these flowers for us. Do you think we can do that?" We pushed our way through until we were surrounded, up to our waist in grass and flowers. I used my feet to mark off a square, bending the flowers always in the same direction. She watched for a moment and then began to help me. By the time we had pushed down a large square, we were both sweating. I spread the quilt over the crushed flowers and grass and put our two coolers on separate corners. I sat down for a moment to pull my sneakers and socks off and then stood up to pull off my shirt. When I stood up, she was following my example. She had worn no bra under her knit shirt and we stood for a moment looking at each other, both bare-chested. She moved closer to me and ran her hands over my shoulders and chest. She seemed surprised to find that my nipples, though small in comparison to hers, could become erect little knobs. "I'd love to have a cold beer," she said. "My father won't allow it in the house. Maybe that's why I like it, especially when I'm hot." I opened bottles for both of us. She drank hers in thirsty swallows, like a man, and I did the same, both of us watching the other. She handed me her empty bottle and I returned both to the cooler. When I turned around again, she pulled me to the middle of the quilt. Before I could move, she reached for the button and then the zipper on my jeans. She bent to pull them down and when she saw what I had on underneath, a pair of cobalt-blue briefs, she smiled up at me. I stood on first one leg and then the other, my hand on her shoulder, while she pulled my jeans off my legs. When she stood up, I did the same for her, and I was just as pleased as she had been when I found she had worn a pair of lacy pink panties that were just as skimpy as mine were. "Could we wait just a few more minutes?" she asked. "I want to rest here on my great grandmother's quilt and watch the clouds and let the sun soak into me. Could we do that?" She was a feast for the senses spread out on the old quilt. Her hair sparkled gold in the sun. Her skin was like cream, touched with pink, glistening with a faint sheen of sweat in places. Her breasts were whitest of all, tipped with pinkish-brown aureoles and darker nipples which stood up already in erection. Her long legs were spread apart, welcoming the sun, and the pink panties were even more enticing when I realized that I would soon have them off her and would have my cock deep in what was hidden for now. I joined her for a few minutes, lying first on my back, watching the clouds slowly pass overhead, and then on my stomach, my eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the Indian summer weather. When I stood up at last, she propped on her elbows, watching me. I waded into the sea of flowers, picking as wide a variety as I could find. When I came back to the quilt and to her, she watched still as I began to pull the petals off the flowers, dropping them over her body. She waited quietly, letting me spread the pink and yellow and white petals over her. I threw the stripped stems away. "Now, would you like me to deflower you?" I asked. ***** I stood over her, my shadow falling on her face, waiting for her reply. She hesitated for just a moment, her gaze moving downward from my face toward my crotch and then back to my eyes. She said just one word, "Yes." I pointed to my briefs. "Take these off." She knelt in front of me, her hands moving up my legs, cupping my ass, stroking me until I was sure she had memorized the feel of me. I waited, hardly able to breathe, for her to touch the front of my briefs. When she did, she held me with both hands and leaned forward, burying her face in the blue fabric, breathing in the scent of me. Her mouth opened and then closed as she tried to catch the thin fabric in her teeth. Again and again she tried as I watched. Once she caught fabric and skin and I pulled away. She grabbed me behind my legs and pulled me back. With both hands, she reached up to the waistband, pulled down, and slowly, oh so slowly, my briefs gave way, turning inside out. When she had pulled them down a few inches, my cock sprang out, in her face. She held on, pulling still, until they were around my knees. Only then did I offer any assistance, stepping out with first one leg and then the other. By the time she looked back, my penis was almost fully erect, pointing at her face. My testicles were hanging low, as they always did when I was warm but not aroused. I knew that my scrotum would soon draw them snugly up to the base of my cock. "I never knew a man's cock could be so beautiful. It's so straight and white and the head is so smooth. You're bigger than most men, aren't you?" "How many men have you seen," I asked. "I've told you I've seen my father once and my brother a few times since he grew up. Yours is bigger than theirs." "Are you afraid of me because of that?" I asked. "A little," she whispered. "Don't be. I promise that I won't hurt you. Whatever we do here today, it will be because you want it." ***** As I lay down beside her, I resolved to be slow and patient with her, to build her desire into such a fever pitch that she would never forget this day. I also resolved to fuck her thoroughly, to take her virginity in every way I could, to repay her for having to wait for the last two months. At first we lay side by side, trying to be close but unable to find an arrangement comfortable for our arms. I pushed her onto her back and kissed her, lingering in an open-mouthed interplay of lips and teeth and tongue. When I moved downward, I buried my face in the curve of her neck and shoulder, tasting her sweaty skin with my open mouth. When I moved to her breasts, her nipples were standing hard and erect. I fastened my mouth on one and played with the other with my fingers. "I love that," she whispered. I alternated from one breast to the other, using my tongue to gently lick them all over and my mouth to suck on the hard nipples. At one point, when I tried to pull as much as possible of her breast into my mouth, her hands came up and held my head firmly against her. When I moved downward, I stopped at her navel and used my tongue again to tease and lick, knowing that she would understand this as a sample of what would happen when I moved lower still. Finally, I moved down once more, spreading her legs and kneeling between them. With the sunlight on her, still strewn with flower petals, with the lacy pink panties still hiding her cunt from me, she was the most desirable woman any man could imagine. I could feel the blood throbbing in my cock and balls and I ached with hunger for her. I pulled her legs up into a knees-bent position and leaned forward and kissed her on the pink fabric covering her cunt. I heard a swift intake of breath and she whispered, "I love that, too." I played with her, trying to use my tongue to push the lacy fabric to one side, to get at her, first one side and then the other. In a few minutes, the crotch of her panties was wet, either from my saliva or from her secretions. I could smell the musky scent of her and it only added to my determination to do everything I could think of to her. When she lifted her hips up from the quilt, I knew she wanted me to take off her panties. I pulled them off her hips and, moving to one side, off her legs. She returned to the same position, but this time totally exposed to my eyes and to my hands and mouth. I took one long breath, pushed her legs apart as far as possible, and brought my tongue upward from the soft mounds of her buttocks, through the petal-like inner lips of her vagina, to her clitoris. A few minutes later, she had her first orgasm of the day. ***** When I moved on top of her, I held myself supported on both elbows, my cock sandwiched between us, pressed against her stomach. For a few minutes, I did nothing more than kiss her, pushing my tongue into her mouth, teasing her to do the same to me and, when she did, sucking her tongue into my mouth. At the same time, I pressed my cock against her, sliding it back and forth, wanting her to feel it hot and hard against her stomach, waiting for her to give me a signal when she was ready. When I felt her hands seek out the cheeks of my ass, I moved away from her to find room. With one hand, I guided the head of my cock downward until I felt the warmth and moisture between the soft lips of her cunt. I pushed gently and then retreated, pushed again and waited. I tried to will myself to be patient, until she opened to me as much as possible, knowing that my own pleasure would be even more when she was a totally-willing partner. I was a little unsure whether I would hurt her. I knew that a virgin sometimes had a hymen that was an obstacle to a man's cock and that sometimes there was some pain and even blood. But regardless of pain or blood or anything else, I was determined to fuck her. Just as I pushed gently one more time, I felt her hands on my buttocks, pulling me into her. I heard her gasp in my ear as the head of my cock slid into her. Her cunt was tight, tighter than any I had ever experienced. Somewhere in the deepest recesses of my mind, I wondered what had happened to her hymen, her maidenhead, as I had been called in a book I once read. Sensing a stiffness in her body, I waited patiently for her to relax and to give me a signal to put it in deeper. Her arms wrapped around my back and I felt her spread her legs further apart, wrapping them around me, her knees on each side of my waist, her heels locked just behind my ass, pressing against me. I pushed against her again and felt my cock slid a little deeper into hot moist flesh. I withdrew until just the head was in her and then pressed forward again and again, each time feeling her cunt open to me, letting my cock in deeper. It seemed like an eternity but I am sure it was just a few minutes later that I was buried to the hilt in her, my belly pressed tightly against hers, my pubic bone against hers, my balls snuggled up tight against the cheeks of her ass. I had been without sex of any kind for two weeks and I knew I wouldn't be able to last long when I began to fuck her. I held still inside her, letting her become accustomed to the feel of my cock in her. Shortly she whispered, "Do it. I want to feel you come inside me." I began to slide it in and out of her, marveling at the tight hot silkiness of her vagina. In spite of my resolve to hold back, I was quickly lost, growing unconscious of everything except my cock buried in her cunt. Within a minute or so, I felt my orgasm begin, swelling somewhere behind my balls, building in urgency, and then pouring out my come in what felt like a dozen or so separate contractions. I buried it as deep in her as I could. ***** When I became aware again, I realized that I was resting all of my weight on her. I pushed up on my elbows and looked at her face. "Don't move, please," she said. "Don't take it out. I don't want you to ever take it out." I could tell that my cock had lost some of its hardness and I didn't know how soon I would be ready to continue. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled over, pulling her on top of me. She held on, spreading her legs over me, her knees on each side of my waist, finding a comfortable position, but never letting my cock slip out of her cunt. I resolved to be passive this time, to wait for her to take the initiative. I wanted her to find out for herself what gave her pleasure when she had a man's cock in her cunt, how to find that combination of movement and pressure which could bring about her own orgasm. She rested on top of me for a minute or so before she began to move, tentatively, learning for the first time how our two bodies could fit together so well. My cock was at first only half erect inside her. Her cunt was still slick from her lubrication and my semen. She tried a variety of movements, some up and down, pistoning my cock in and out faster and faster, some circular, with my cock buried as deeply in her as our bodies would permit. My cock was soon erect again and she seemed to grow more excited as it grew inside her. I curled my hands around her ass checks, my fingertips reaching just inside to the lips of her cunt until I could feel my cock disappearing inside her. That seemed to bother her even more. She rocked back and forth for a few minutes, eyes closed, lost in her own sensations. When I knew I had had almost as much as I could endure, I brought one hand between our bodies, awkwardly trying to turn my hand to bring one finger into contact with her clitoris. With the other hand, I teased the soft area between her cunt and asshole. When she felt my finger, she began to press against it on each down stroke. When I felt the first contraction of her orgasm, I used both hands to lift her slightly above me, to give me room to move. I plunged in and out of her cunt as rapidly as I could and after only a few strokes, I came again inside her. "And with that," I said to her, "you can say good-bye to the virginity of your cunt." ***** She relaxed completely, on top of me, letting her full weight rest on me. I held her with both arms, my cock still buried inside her but slowly becoming soft. After a minute or so, we both began to doze. When I awakened, perhaps fifteen minutes later, I felt an urgency to relieve a full bladder, to get rid of the two beers I had drunk earlier. I eased her to one side and got up to find a private spot to relieve myself. For the next half-hour or so, we played naked in the creek, cooling off in the deep pool below the rocks. Once she turned, while playing in the pool and looked at me with a smile that seemed to speak volumes about the secret we now shared. Her long hair draped over one shoulder and her eyes and mouth signaled some kind of invitation. Between the rounded curves of her buttocks, I could see the beginnings of the darker skin around her asshole, the rest hidden just under the surface of the water. It was an image that would tempt any man. Finally, both starved, we went back to the quilt in the middle of the flowers, to our lunch. I had brought two bottles of champagne in addition to the beer. Before we were through eating, we were both more than a little tipsy with the champagne. ***** "I want to suck you off," Susan whispered. I was more than surprised. I couldn't believe what she had said. "I can't believe you can talk like that," I responded. "You've been trying to teach me to be honest. Do you want me to candid with you or not?" "Yes," I answered. "Good. You may think I'm perverted or something. I don't know what's supposed to be normal and what's not. I know what I want to do. Do you want me to tell you?" "Yes." "I want to suck your cock. I want to do it to you until you come. And when you come, I want you to come in my mouth. I want to suck you until you can't stand it, until nothing else comes out of you, and you lose your hard-on." I was lying on my side, my head propped in my hand, as we were talking. She was facing me, her legs laced through mine. "Be my guest," I said. She slid down just a little and brought her lips against my chest, her tongue tracing wet trails around my nipples. With her hand, she sought out my still-soft cock and held it. After a minute or so she put her mouth on my nipple and began to suck on it, just as I had been doing to her. I had never felt anything like it and I wondered if I was supposed to like it as much as a woman did. She alternated between my nipples, first one and then the other, sucking, teasing. I began to feel a response in my cock as it began to swell in her hand. "I just wanted to see if it would affect you the same way it does me," she said. "When you do it to me, I feel warm inside and my cunt gets hot and juicy, as though there were a direct connection between nipples and cunt. Maybe there's one between nipples on a man and his cock." She slid lower still, teasing her way down over my stomach, finally reaching my cock. When she took the head in her mouth, it felt cool and tingly from the champagne. She held the base of my cock in one hand and my balls in the other and began at first to explore with her tongue, running it around the rim, over the head, down the shaft. Finally she began to move her mouth up and down on the head, sucking with each up-stroke. I tried to remain motionless, watching her head moving back and forth, her mouth spread wide around the head of my cock, the shaft exposed to the warm sun. Out of nowhere, some cruel, perverse idea seized me. I cupped my hand behind her head and pulled her toward me, at the same time thrusting forward with my hips. I felt the head of my cock against the back of her throat and I wondered just how much of it she could hold. For a moment, I relaxed my grip, to let her breathe, and then quickly pulled her forward again, harder, pushing with my hips. This time, I felt her throat open and the head of my cock slid into warm velvet smoothness. She put her hands against my stomach and pushed away, struggling. I let her go and she looked at me, tears in her eyes, fighting to hold back the gag reflex. Finally she managed to speak. "I didn't know that was possible. Where did you learn that dirty little trick?" "I watched a circus sword swallower once," I joked. "Do you think it's really possible, I mean for a woman to take a cock like yours down her throat?" "I don't know. I've heard of it but I've never had it done to me. But you're the one who wanted to suck my cock." She pushed me down on my back and straddled my legs, holding my cock upright with one hand. Tentatively, she took it in her mouth and started again with just the head inside, her tongue teasing around the rim and against the frenulum. I lay back and covered my eyes with my hand against the sun. I determined to try to relax, to delay coming again as long as I could, but I failed to reckon with her insistence on having what she wanted. All too soon, I found myself drawn over the edge of orgasm, unable to hold back if I had wanted to. I poured out one more offering of semen, the very juices of my body, into her mouth. She held on to my cock through it all, gulping, swallowing, almost gagging, determined to have it all, until there was nothing else in me. When she looked up at me, smiling, I said, "And with that, you can say good-bye to the virginity of your mouth." ***** Afterward, we rested in the sun, still playing with each other. I made her turn face down while I kissed her, covering her neck, and back, and buttocks, and legs with open-mouthed kisses. Then I made her turn over and I did the same to the other side. She insisted on having her turn, but starting on my front side. When I turned over, she teased me into spreading my legs and then bit me just at the joining of ass and thigh. Finally we curled up together and talked while our hands continued to play with each other. I wondered if I would be able to get another erection, if I could complete what I had determined to do. ***** "Do you still feel like a virgin?" I asked, almost an hour later. "There's one more way we can do it, if you tell me you want it." "I want it," she said. "I'm so tired of god and goodness and virginity and innocence. I want to be fucked until there's nothing left but a woman who loves to have a man's cock in her." "Then get on your hands and knees." She complied immediately, even spreading her knees apart, pushing her ass backward a little, to offer me ready access to her. It made me wonder how much of a novice she really was at this game. I held her hip with one hand and with the other guided the head of my cock between the pouting lips of her cunt. She pushed back against me, eager to have it in her. I held her by both hips and began to give it to her in long slow strokes, in as deep as I could, until I felt sure it was hitting bottom, then out until I could see the head just parting the lips of her cunt. She was moaning with each stroke, whether from pleasure or pain, I didn't know. As I watched my cock slide in and out of her, I couldn't help but notice the small puckered opening between her buttocks. I began to wonder if I could really convince her to let me have that last virginal orifice. I pulled my cock out, leaning back on my heels momentarily, trying to decide whether I dared. With her head buried in the quilt, I heard her mutter something about god and a name and how she loved my big cock in her. I was unsure of what I had heard but it took only a moment for it to sink in and I determined to do it. I held her again, this time pressing the slippery head of my cock to the little brown opening. "Do it. Do it," she said. "Fuck me in the ass with your big cock." I held her firmly with both hands and pushed but nothing yielded. I backed off for a minute, reached down between her legs with a finger and inserted it in her cunt, then brought the moisture back to her asshole. I stroked it with one finger, pressing, waiting for her to relax. In a few seconds, I felt her yield and my finger slipped into the tight sphincter. I pushed it in and out a few times and, when I heard her moan again, I spit on my fingers, coated the head and shaft of my cock with saliva, and then substituted my cock for my finger. This time she was ready. She pushed back against me and the head of my cock slid into her. Her asshole was even tighter on the head of my cock and just as hot as her cunt. She moaned again. I pushed on, curious to see if she could take it all. She kept up the moaning, rocking with me, as I opened her up more and more. I couldn't believe what I was doing but I knew I couldn't stop. Finally she stopped me. "No more, please. You're splitting me wide open." I began to slide it in and out, at first slowly, but gradually faster and faster. I could feel the muscles gripping my cock relax gradually and, without her knowing it, I saw the last inch of so gradually disappear into her. When I had it all the way in, I reached around her hips and sought out her cunt, feeling for her clitoris. I began to stroke it, curious to see if I could make her come this way. Within less than a minute, I could feel the contractions in her vagina, even though my cock was buried in the passageway next to it. As last, I went at her without regard for her feelings, holding her by both hips, slamming into her, uncaring whether I hurt her or not, determined to come one more time, to sound the death knell of the last of her virginity. After a minute or so, I was covered with sweat but my orgasm still eluded me. She reached back between her legs and caught my balls, moaning with each inward stroke. Finally, I poured out one last load into her, almost grateful to be done with what I had determined earlier to do. I watched as I slowly withdrew my cock, still hard, out of her ass. There was a trail of blood down the shaft. I stopped with just the head inside her, torn between the desire to ram it in again, to hurt her, and the relief of being done with her. Suddenly, I felt the muscles of her anal sphincter push the head of my cock out of her, followed by a mixture of white semen and red blood. "You're not a virgin now," I whispered. "If you were virgin in mouth or cunt or ass, you're not that way now and never will be again." ***** "...and that's the last of that bedtime story," my husband finally said, in the early hours of the morning. "Now, I'm going to sleep and you had better not wake me up before noon." "Wait," I said. "You can't go to sleep and leave me here wondering what else happened between the two of you. I know it didn't work out between you or she would be here now and I wouldn't. What happened to make the two of you break up?" "We had a few other hot and furious sessions after that," he said. "But I guess she began to sense a change in the way I felt about her. After a while, we began to argue. After one fuss, we went for two weeks without seeing each other. When I ran into her on campus, I asked if she would go out with me on the weekend. She refused. When I pressed her for a reason, she told me she had a date with another guy. He was someone I knew and didn't like. I kissed her on the cheek and told her thanks. And it was over like that." "What caused you to change the way you felt about her? I don't understand that." "That Saturday afternoon, when I was trying to decide whether to fuck her in the ass, I told you she said something I didn't understand at first, about god and a name and how she loved my big cock in her. At first I wasn't sure what I had heard but when I understood the name, that's when I determined to ream her ass out. I'll never know whether she was thinking of her brother or her father but she had called me Steve." <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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