Sally awoke with the sound of tires in her driveway. Footsteps made their way up to the porch, and the top of the mailbox creaked open and shut again. As she peered out the window, she saw an upturned, smiling face and the flash of a thumbs-up sign before the figure returned to the car and pulled out of the driveway. She quickly threw on her robe and hurried down the stairs. As she retrieved the envelope from her mailbox, she shook her head, remembering how the whole thing began…Sally and Louanne worked for a small liberal arts college, Louanne on the science faculty, and Sally as a librarian. Both were surprised to have been invited to join an elite group of students in a private bbs. Few faculty or staff were trusted to keep confidential the no-holds-barred atmosphere of “The Cuckoo’s Nest,” as the board was called, so Sally and Louanne felt quite honored to be included. The Nest was a place where the best and brightest (and most irreverent) students cut loose and released tensions. Explicit language flew, practical jokes were planned, atrocious puns committed and purity test scores and their significance were endlessly debated. In the latter department, the possessor of the lowest test score (or the highest percentage of purity, depending on your point of view) on the conference was the frequent butt of the usual jokes. Bob gave as good as he got, though, and often dropped hints on the conference as to the location of his room and the days his roommate would be out of town. As far as anyone knew, however, Bob kept unsullied his nickname of “Ivory Soap” for his 99 and 44/100ths % purity.

Of course that number would also have been a fairly accurate estimate of his I.Q. percentile as well. He was easily the brightest student to pass through the college (and quite possibly the shyest). “Bob,” one conference member said, “makes that Marilyn vos Savant woman look like an airheaded valley girl.” The sentiment was unanimously agreed with. As the end of spring semester rolled around, Louanne met Sally for lunch. Discussion turned to the Nest and the upcoming party to celebrate the impending graduation of some of the “Nestlings.” “Did you read Bob’s last post to the party topic?” Sally asked Louanne. “Didn’t it say something about the party being the last chance to seduce him before he graduated?” she replied. “That’s the one!” Sally laughed. “Wouldn’t it be funny if someone finally called his bluff?” “What do you mean? All of the women at the party surround him, carry him off to the bedroom, and gang bang him or something?” “Well, that’d hardly be the proper way to take his cherry – he’d be warped for life,” Louanne said. “What, then? Find a volunteer to try to seduce him?” Sally asked. She then batted her eyes in imitation of a semi-reluctant virgin, and added, “‘Oh! Be gentle! It’s my first time!’ and all that? Ha!! He’d faint dead away if anyone laid a hand on him!” she snorted. “I bet he wouldn’t!” “Too bad there isn’t a way to settle our difference of opinion.” Lou thought for a moment, and said, “Come to think of it, I _do_ have the highest score in the conference on the Purity Test… Who better to initiate a young man, hmmmmm? But if I were to do the hard part, so to speak, it’s only fair that you have some stake in it, too…”

Not believing her ears, Sally said “Oh yeah. Right. Like what?” “The place. Lend me your keys to the library.” “Are you out of your mind??!?!?” Sally squeaked. “You’re the one who’s so sure he’d back down, so what’s the risk, hmmm?” She grinned devilishly. “Besides, can you think of a more appropriate place to seduce an intellectual-type? Say in that little study area with the couches over in the literature section?” Louanne was really warming to the subject now.

“Lou….” “Either way, I’ll return your keys with a full, written report!” Louanne leered. …Sally ripped opened the manila envelope. Inside were the library keys (“Thank god!” she thought) and the report. She settled into the loveseat and began to read. Final Report: Operation Seduction. I was very careful not to spook the subject on the way to the party, and you’ll have to agree that my behavior was exemplary during the event – exemplary for _me_ anyway. I decided to make my move on the way back to campus. As our conversation about the party wound down, I asked, “So, you’re not disappointed, then?” “About what? Why would I be disappointed?” “Well, you did say that this was the last opportunity for someone to seduce you…”

Bob turned a very nice shade of pink. “Oh yes. That. I, I was just kidding, I guess.” “Oh,” I said trying to sound very disappointed. He turned toward me, surprised by my tone of voice. I fixed him with my very best “come hither” look as we pulled up to the campus gate, then turned to the guard to show my ID. Nobody was in sight as we pulled up in front of his dorm. Bob started to open his door, and, as usual, the lock stuck. I reached across him to free the lock, leaned close and purred, “Here, let me help you with … that,” as I let go of the lock and “accidently” brushed my hand across his lap. My hand came to rest on his leg, and I asked, “So… any immediate plans for the evening?”

I began to run my hand up and down his thigh and I looked deeply into his blue eyes. He blushed an even deeper red and reached for my hand. I thought for sure that your assessment was correct and that he’d bolt for his dorm. Instead, he took my hand and returned it to my leg, gingerly resting his hand just above my knee. “Uh… No… I guess not…” he stammered. The bulge in his pants betrayed an increasing erection. Going for the kill, I put my hand on his and moved up my thigh and hip, past my waist and rested it on my breast. “Let me go take care of a few things in my office and then I’ll meet you at the back of the Library in twenty minutes,” I said. The bulge grew bigger, his blush got a bit redder, and he gulped and repeated, “Twenty minutes.”

Looking a bit dazed, Bob got out of the car and walked up the dorm’s stairs. He paused at the top, turned, and looked back at me. I gave him one more encouraging look, and drove away. I went back to my office. I was almost certain that Bob would show up at the Library, so it made sense to take precautions just in case he didn’t come “prepared.” Sponge in place, I got back to the Library with five minutes to spare. Fifteen minutes later, as I was ready to give up and congratulate you on the accuracy of your prediction, Bob appeared, short of breath. He looked almost surprised to see me. I fumbled a bit with the key, and let us in. As the door shut behind us, I was amazed to find myself immediately but gently pinned to the wall and on the receiving end of one the best kisses I’d ever had! His tongue, tasting of a recent tic-tac, probed my mouth hesitantly at first but with increasing authority so that I was challenged to keep up with his maneuvers. (Either this boy was sandbagging us about his purity score or he’s the best natural talent I’ve ever seen!)

My nipples hardened under my sweater and I could feel my juices start to flow. As we came up for air, I took the opportunity to disengage myself from the wall and say, “We _do_ have the whole library to ourselves, you know!” I took his hand and lead him into the stacks toward the study area. As we arrived, I turned back to him, smiled and said, “‘Come into my parlor,’ said the spider to the fly.” I reached out and pulled him toward me. Bob almost jumped out of his skin but made a quick recovery. As we kissed and his hands roamed up and down my back, he slid them up under my sweater, looking for the hooks he expected to do battle with. Finding none, he wasted no time in pulling my sweater over my head. He gazed admiringly at my breasts with their pink nipples standing at strict attention. He took one in each hand and began to shower them with kisses, then began sucking them alternately. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation, swaying slightly, then turned my attention to his shirt, and then his jeans. As I unzipped his fly, he murmured, “‘The bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon.’” “What?!” “Shakespeare.” “Well, I had something else in mind,” I said, and I pulled down his jeans, then his shorts, and knelt in front of him. Although I didn’t plan to give him a full blowjob – I wanted to save him for the main event – I couldn’t resist cupping his balls in my hand and giving his throbbing cock a few licks. I slurped up the drops of pre-cum on the head. Bob shivered and pulled me to my feet. “My turn,” he said and began to fumble with my jeans as he nibbled and kissed his way down my stomach and navel. My jeans fell to the floor, shortly followed by my panties.

He kissed my bush and it was all I could do to keep from smothering him with my pussy. He worked his way back up to my mouth and I arched my body against his, grinding my hips against his dick. His tongue still wrestling with mine, he started backing me up toward the couch. As I took the first step, his hand slipped between my thighs and he caressed the outer, and then the inner folds of my pussy. I moaned and guided his hand to my clit as he lowered me to the couch. A few moments of careful attention and he was rewarded with even more sound effects and a gush of my juices as I came to the very edge of orgasm. I moved his hand aside and grasped his cock, guiding him to the entrance. He lowered himself into me so slowly I was about to shove it in for him, but the look on his face and his sigh of, “so hot – and so _wet_!” made it worth the wait. With him finally all the way inside, I tensed the muscles inside my pussy and “shook hands” with his cock. He gasped with surprise, then began thrusting. From quoting Shakespeare a few minutes before, our favorite intellectual was reduced to one- syllable words and various incoherent moans. I wasn’t exactly reciting the Periodic Table myself as I matched his thrusts with cries of “Yes! Yes!! Fuck me! YES!!” We came within seconds of each other, my legs wrapped around his waist. As we came down from our orgasmic high and caught our breath, I whispered in his ear, “Congratulations, graduate!” and kissed him gently.

He laughed and said, “I’d like to see anyone top this present!” I gave him one last squeeze before he withdrew. We dressed and walked to the back door. He checked to see if the coast was clear, then turned back to me and said, “I have to ask. Was I… How… I mean…” “A plus, summa cum laude and college honors. You have a very bright future ahead of you!” I replied. He gave me one of his lopsided grins and vanished into the shadows. Finally realizing what time it was, I raced back to my office and wrote up this report. (I didn’t want you having heart failure over your borrowed keys!) 
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It was “Senior Ditch Day”, and a group of us had head out to Whilhite State Park. It was a beautiful place, set right at the foot of the mountains. Things were a little uncomfortable for me, because I was a last minute addition to the party. I didn’t really plan on going, because my ex-girlfriend, April, was going to be there. She broke up with me, because she “couldn’t handle the relationship.” I think it was because she’s got this prudish hang-up about only having sex in the missionary position. Anyway, I noticed that all day long, April and another girl, Ellen were watching me. Every time I looked in their direction, they’d look away, and Ellen would look kind of embarrassed. I could imagine what April had been telling her. Ellen was kind of pretty. She usually wore clothes that were too big for her. Her hair hung straight down, and she wore no make-up. I don’t think I’d ever really saw her with anyone at school before.

It was kind of strange that she was at the party anyway. Ellen never hung with any crowd. She was quiet, and was definitely out of place with just about anyone. April was probably doing her a favor by bringing her along. She had been staying by April’s side all day long. After a few hours, and one flag football game later, I noticed that Ellen had left the crowd. I couldn’t see her anywhere. That’s when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned, it was April. She look kind of sheepish. “Can you do me a favor, Billy?” she asked. I felt a little flush of heat in my face. Our last argument had contained a little line by her that said, “Fine, don’t do me any favors!” I fought back the urge to remind her of it. “I guess so.” I was somewhat of a push over. “I was telling Ellen about the falls up the mountain,” she told me. “So?” “She went up there. She didn’t want anyone to come along. It’s quite a hike, and she might get lost.” “So, you want me to catch up to her and make sure she doesn’t,” I said. “No! I was thinking about you following her, and if she gets into any trouble, then you can help her.” Boy, was I a push over.

I didn’t like the idea of leaving a good party, just to follow some girl up a mountain. I picked up a pack and threw a couple of beers in it, and started up the trail. I had been to the falls before, and I knew it was a twenty minute hike. I was only a few minutes behind Ellen, and soon caught up to her. I stay behind her, and of to the side of the trail, so that if she looked back, she wouldn’t see me. I tried to move as quietly as possible. The noon sun cut through the trees, and I stripped off my shirt as I went. My t-shirt was soaked with sweat. I shoved the shirt in the bag. After awhile, Ellen reached the pools at the bottom of the falls. I stayed back in the brush and drank a beer while she walked around the pools and picked up rocks. I could have killed April for sending me up here. For a few moments, Ellen studied a rock, then threw it into the clear water. This was a beautiful area, and not too many people knew about it. I watched Ellen as she took off her shoes. She looked into the water, and dipped her foot. The water must have been cold. But, a second later, she dove in, with all her clothes on.

A few seconds passed, and she didn’t come up, I was about to leave my post and dive in after her, when suddenly she broke the surface, and took in a big gasp of air. April was really in for it. Ellen swam around for awhile, and then decided that it was time to get out of the water. She pulled herself out of the water, found a sunny area on the rock, and lay down. She shivered a few times, then sat up. For some reason, I knew what was coming next. She pulled her shirt out, unbuttoned it, and took it off. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her tiny little breasts matched the whiteness of the rest of her torso. She sat back on her hands for a moment and let the sun shine down on the tiny mounds of her chest. Satisfied with the heat, she unbuttoned her jeans, stood up and slid them off, leaving just a pair of wet, white, cotton panties. Again, she spread herself in the sun. With her back turned to me, she bent over and gave me the best view I had had so far. Slowly, she pulled her panties off, to show me a small, white, round ass, with her tiny brown haired muff peeking from between her legs. She stood straight, and stretched in the light, turned a little so that I could see the front of her. Her pussy didn’t take up a lot of area between her legs.

Just a little bit of brown, curly hair covered the small “V”. She had been hiding a nice little body under all those clothes. She stayed in the sun for a moment, then turned and walked into the woods. Suddenly, her little swim and nude sunbathing turned into a nudist fantasy. I decided to follow her, but kept my distance. After all, she might run into trouble. Right? It was kind of easy keeping track of her as she walked naked through trees. Then, she was gone. How had I lost her. There was a small clearing just a few feet away, but as I walked into it, I still could not see her. As I stood there, about to feel panic, I got the feeling I was being watched. I turned, and at the other end of the meadow was Ellen. She was standing with her hand lightly folded over her pussy. “I think you’re a bit over-dressed, Billy,” she said and began to walk towards me. I knew exactly what she was talking about and pulled off my t-shirt.

She was close now, and reached a hand out and touched my chest. I cupped my hand around one of her breasts. It was firm, and the nipple was hard. I looked into her eyes, and her hand wandered down and rubbed my crotch. “April said you could help me,” she said. “With what?” I asked, still not believing what was happening. “Well, I’ve got these great, big fantasies, but, I’ve never had sex with a man before.” Her hand rubbed harder into my crotch. “Never?” “Well, I’ve been with April before, and we like to finger each other, but it’s not the same.” This was a revelation to me. April never came across as a bi-sexual type. It’s not that I don’t like bi-sexual girls, in fact I’m all for it. My first fuck was with my sister, and her girlfriend. I just didn’t think April was into anything that kinky. “Maybe I can help,” I said.

Her fingers fumbled around my belt, and finally loosened it. She then unzipped my pants. Her hand pushed in past my briefs, and her fingers wandered up and down the hard on that I had had for quite awhile. Her face showed her inexperience, as she looked surprised at what she was doing. She pulled her hand out, and backed away, smiling. She walked off about ten feet, then found a sunny place to lay down. I pulled off my shoes and socks. Then stripped my pants off, and threw them to the side. As I walked towards her, Ellen got to her knees, reached out her hand and wrapped her fingers around my cock. For a moment, she just touched it. She ran her fingers up and down the shaft, and fingered my balls. She studied it intently. Then noticed a tiny drop of jism on the tip. She moved closer and lightly flicked it with her tongue. She must have liked it, because she wrapped her tongue around the head of my dick, and then tried to swallow it. For a beginner, she was good.

She couldn’t have learned this from April, because April wouldn’t even think of going down on my cock. Ellen worked my cock over and over. A couple of times I let her think I was getting ready to cum, and she got even more excited and worked even harder. Before long, I cut loose with a mighty jet of jism. Some of it spilled out of her mouth, but she quickly brought it back in with her tongue. She fell back onto the grass and smiled. Her hands fell to her cunt and began to furiously pump in and out. “Oh, I’m so horny,” she said, “Help me?” I nodded, and knelt between her feet. I displaced her hands with mine, and pushed my fingers in and out of her wet box. Its own perfume drifted up and gave me new energy. I felt my dick getting harder than before. “Eat me, please, eat me,” she pleaded. It was almost a cry. I didn’t waste anytime. I moved down and plunged my tongue into her slit. I pried at her door, but is was tight, and something harder would have to open it. I flicked and sucked at her clit until she was rocking in the grass. She moaned and groaned, and even squealed once or twice. This was as much a treat for me as it was her. I pulled her legs further apart, and pulled them up to my shoulders, just as I was aiming my cock at her tight, virgin cunt, something at the edge of the meadow caught my attention.

April was sitting on a large rock. Stark naked, and fingering herself madly. There was another surprise. She was a voyeur. That wasn’t going to stop me now. I turned my attention back towards the girl under me. “Fuck me, please. Slide into me, Billy,” she said. I did just that. Her hole was tight, but it gave under the gentle pressure of my rod. This time she squealed, and almost screamed. She threw her whole body into the action. I don’t know who was pumping harder, me or her, but I do know that her cunt was trying to swallow my dick whole. Just before she was about to climax, I pulled out of her, and moved up her body. I placed my dick between her tiny breasts and gave her the best tit fuck I could. She bent her head up, and sucked at the head of my cock and I shot my load in her face. I heard a squeak come from the edge of the meadow, and knew that April had cum, too.

I climbed off of Ellen, turned her over, and lifted her to her knees. She looked back at me over her shoulder. Her eyes showed her passion. I parted the lips of her cunt, and pushed my cock into her. Slowly I began to pump into her and she pumped back to me. She was fuck crazy. It wasn’t before long that she was ready to cum, and me, too. I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart. I slid my thumb into her butt hole and worked it back and forth. Her frenzy became a whole new experience for me. Then wildly, we both came. We collapsed on the grass and breathed together for some time. Then, April joined us, and we started all over again. April surprised me again, and again..
(by William Bloom)
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As Glenda switched the scanner on and powered up the graphics workstation, she couldn’t help chuckling to herself. Alone in the computer lab after the last class for the day no one would expect that she, a straight-A student, would be scanning nude photographs of herself! After she logged-in to the network, she carefully arrayed the eight Polaroids on the glass and lowered the cover. Returning to the computer, she started the software to run the scanner. Humming quietly to herself as she worked, Glenda failed to notice someone had walked quietly up behind her. Dave Lennox, the computing teacher, had noticed Glenda working intently by herself in the lab after class. She was certainly the brightest student he had ever taught, astonishingly pretty and never failed to produce exemplary work. Teaching Glenda was a give and take affair. He learned nearly as much from her as she learned from him so it was with a feeling of happy anticipation that he walked up behind her, taking care not to disturb her concentration. On seeing Glenda’s screen it took a moment for him to recognise the girl on it as Glenda herself. Transfixed by the beauty of the nude Glenda on the screen he watched as she painstakingly boxed and captured each image, saving them to her floppy disk. As her disk drive ground and whirred for the eighth time, Glenda sighed happily and said to herself, “Well, they’re in the can.” “They certainly are!” Dave said, in a carefully neutral voice.

Glenda jumped and gave a little scream, feeling ice forming from her pussy up through her belly. Turning around, Glenda asked in a tremulous voice, “Mr. Lennox! How long have you been there?” “Quite long enough, Glenda,” he told her in a grave voice, “I think you had better see me in my office.” Walking to the scanner, he lifted the cover, carefully picked up each of the photographs and slid them into his inside jacket pocket. When they had reached his office Dave told Glenda, “Sit down young lady, I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.” Waiting alone in the office, Glenda made a quick assessment of her situation. It doesn’t look good, girl, she said to herself. The worst thing that could happen is that I get expelled, my parents see the pictures, I get my hide tanned and get grounded until I’m ninety. Anything else has to be better. As a profound feeling of despondency descended upon her, she heard footsteps approaching along the hallway outside. By the time they stopped outside the door, Glenda was feeling a definite urge to urinate. As the door opened and Mr. Lennox walked in, Glenda’s lip was beginning to tremble.

 Looking at Glenda, Dave felt a wave of sympathy for the girl. She was clearly afraid of the possible consequences and looked as though she might burst into tears at any moment. “I think we can speak privately now. We’re the only ones in the building and I’ve just locked the doors. Now, what do you think your parents would say if they saw these pictures?” he asked, taking the Polaroids out of his pocket and laying the stack on the desk. “Oh no! Please don’t tell my parents Mr. Lennox, they’d kill me! Please! I-I’ll do anything if you don’t tell them. Please!” “Calm down Glenda, I didn’t say I was going to tell them, I just wanted you to think about what might have happened if someone like Mrs. Bridges had caught you.” A tiny spark of hope had formed in Glenda’s heart and quickly flared as Mr. Lennox continued to speak. From despondency, Glenda’s mood changed to elation. “You mean you’re not going to tell them? Oh thank you Mr. Lennox,” Glenda reached across the desk and took his neatly folded hands in hers. “I owe you big-time.” “I didn’t say I’d just let the matter go, Glenda, I only said that I wouldn’t bring it to your parent’s attention.” Spreading the photographs out on the desk, he was again taken by the girl’s beauty, her developing breasts and the small thatch growing above the pink lips crowning her thighs. Lifting his eyes from the photographs with an effort Dave asked, “Did you remember to take the diskette out of the machine?” “Yes sir, of course.” Reaching out towards Glenda he asked, “May I have it for a moment please?”

Without speaking, Glenda handed over the disk expecting her teacher to format it. Instead, after he turned to insert it into his office workstation, he started Winzip, created a new archive, set a password and added Glenda’s images to it. Surprising her further, he returned her diskette to her before moving the file to his own floppy disk, which he slipped into his jacket pocket. “The question remains: what are we going to do with you Glenda? What do you think we should do?” While she had been watching her teacher looking at the photographs and then copying her files onto his own machine in such a way that he alone could retrieve them, Glenda’s mind had been working furiously. When Mr. Lennox asked her what should be done, she took a deep breath and told him, “Punishment usually involves making the victim feel worse than the person administering the punishment. As I recall from physics, Albert Einstein taught that everything is relative to everything else. Therefore it is also valid to view punishment as making the person administering the punishment feel nicer than the victim.” Laughing, Dave said, “You’d make a brilliant lawyer, Glenda. Now, in simple terms, what is it you propose?”

Standing, Glenda started to unbutton her uniform blouse. Watching the growing surprise on Mr. Lennox’s face, she smiled as she dropped her top on the floor and deftly removed her skirt. Stepping over it, she reached behind her as she continued to walk around the desk to her teacher. “Glenda, please let me take the rest off,” he asked, his voice breaking. “Of course sir,” she chuckled as she lowered herself onto his thighs, snuggling forward until she felt his erection against her panties. Gently holding his face, she kissed him deeply feeling his mouth respond to hers. As their tongues caressed and explored each other, Glenda started removing her teacher’s necktie and shirt. Breaking from their kiss, Glenda slid off Dave’s lap and knelt to undo his belt and unzip his trousers. Dave lifted his hips from the chair allowing Glenda to lower his pants and jocks. Gasping at the size of his erection, Glenda decided that she was going to have that inside her just as soon as possible. Slipping his shoes and socks off she removed his pants, leaving him entirely nude. “Stand up for a moment, sweetheart. I want to take your bra and panties off.” Standing, Glenda looked longingly at the swollen pole standing proudly in her teacher’s lap. Following her gaze, Dave winked at her and said, “Soon, little one, soon.”

Tenderly sliding his hands up her flanks toward her bra, through which her nipples clearly protruded he told her, “Glenda, you are just so beautiful.” “I’m glad you like my body Mr. Lennox. I can’t wait until I’m ready for you to be inside it.” Reaching around behind her, he unclipped her bra and very slowly, teasing himself, lowered it to reveal her breasts; firm, not too big, with coral pink aureolae and prettily protruding nipples. Gently kissing each in turn, lightly flicking his tongue he heard her sigh and her hands again held his head gently. Still kissing her nipples, he let his hands wander lightly down towards her panties. Finding the moist patch between her legs, he played his fingertips over it. Glenda was moaning now and she could feel her legs starting to tremble. Mr. Lennox was making her feel so much nicer than she had ever felt in her life. “Please Mr. Lennox, strip me now. Make me naked for you!” Kneeling in front of her, Dave gently lowered Glenda’s panties.

As he revealed her young pussy he felt himself growing faint at the sight of her chestnut curls and pale pink labia. Stepping out of her panties, Glenda widened her stance and tilted her hips forward to give Mr. Lennox the best view of her pussy she could while she was standing. She watched her teacher staring at her for a moment, feeling deliciously wanton at the display she was giving. As she watched, Mr. Lennox moved his face closer to her pussy and started to kiss her pubic hair. Slowly his focus shifted to the crease between her pubes and the top of her thigh. Playing his lips around her pussy, not tasting the sweet flower between her thighs yet, Dave strove to heighten her arousal. He was astonished that this girl would willingly give her body to him and felt that there might be a chance of further encounters if he could give her the best orgasm she had ever experienced. Glenda felt her legs giving way under the onslaught of pleasure and started to lower herself to the floor. Without stopping, Mr. Lennox supported her bottom and back with his hands as he gently laid her down. Kissing her pussy, he gently probed her vagina with the tip of his tongue before tenderly parting her labia to touch the shaft of her erect clitoris.

Through a pink haze Glenda felt her hips starting to move against Mr. Lennox’s face. Rolling her head, her breath heaving, Glenda felt pleasure building within her loins. When she was sure she couldn’t feel any greater pleasure, she felt Mr. Lennox taking her clitoris into his mouth, sucking it in and out. As wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, Glenda was dimly aware of her hips bucking wildly. Suddenly her pleasure reached a crescendo, her body stiffened, she stifled a scream with her fist and collapsed back onto the carpet. Looking down her body, she saw Mr. Lennox smiling gently at her. “That was nice, then?” “Oh, God yes! I hope I can make you feel as nice Mr. Lennox.” Sitting up, Dave extended his hand and helped Glenda onto his lap. Kissing her deeply, he lifted her by her bottom and gently lowered her onto his erection. Feeling his cock being enveloped by her warm, wet pussy, it took heroic control to stop himself cumming inside her right then. Calming himself he gently caressed Glenda’s breasts while she, tentatively at first, rocked back and forth pleasuring herself on his pole. Watching the pleasure growing on her young face through the haze of his own approaching orgasm, Dave played his fingertips across her nipples. Writhing from the pleasure in her breasts and pussy, Glenda’s face had taken on an almost angelic expression.

As the movement of her hips became more violent Dave could no longer hold back and, his cock pulsing, he deposited spurt after spurt of semen inside her. Glenda was dimly aware of nothing but the extreme pleasure assailing her body from both her pussy and nipples. As Mr. Lennox’s fingers played over her nipples she could feel the almost electrical impulses travelling down to the centre of her chest below her breasts. Coupled with the feelings radiating up from her pussy, she didn’t think she could feel any nicer at all. Suddenly everything seemed to happen at once. Mr. Lennox gave a strained kind of grunt, thrusting his hips against her. His cock seemed to grow inside her and, as her second orgasm exploded through her, she felt his cock pulsing in her and warm liquid squirting into her in time with the pulses. As their breathing slowed, Glenda asked just a little anxiously, “Was I any good Mr. Lennox? Did I please you?” “Oh Glenda, I really can’t remember any woman ever giving me as much pleasure as you did then,” Dave told her, believing it.

Laughing with relief, Glenda leaned forward and kissed her teacher deeply, noticing that his cock was still inside her. Glenda had lost her virginity earlier that year. It had not been a pleasurable experience for her, the boy being inexperienced and selfish, bursting through her hymen and ejaculating almost immediately. She had sex twice more after that but had never more than approached a climax. Mr. Lennox seemed to know how to please her and, she thought, tried hard to do so. She knew that she wanted much, much more of this man, as often as possible. Returning her kiss, Dave felt himself stirring inside this young and very beautiful girl again. Lifting his knees to support her back, he edged across the floor until he could lay back. As he lowered himself Glenda shifted her legs from around his waist until she was kneeling astride her teacher’s hips, her pussy open to the still growing cock inside her. Leaning forward to increase her pleasure Glenda whispered, “Please fuck me hard Mr. Lennox, make your cock cumm inside my cunt as much as you want. Do whatever you want to make yourself feel nicer.”

Glenda couldn’t believe she had just said that! She giggled nervously as she felt his strong hands grasp her hips, holding her against him as he thrust firmly into her again and again. Glenda experimented with her vaginal muscles, clenching them whenever he was fully inside her. She found this increased her pleasure and, looking at Mr. Lennox’s face, she saw it also increased his. As she worked them both to another climax, she reflected that this is truly what it means to be a woman. No more inept little boys masturbating inside her, she deserved the pleasures a tender and experienced man could give her, taking his pleasure from hers. Taking her own pleasure from him as she alternately gripped and released his cock, they came together once more. As his milked-out cock began to shrink out of Glenda’s pussy Dave told her, “Next time you want some pictures scanned honey, get me to do it. I can wait until the building is empty and it’s safe.” “Mr. Lennox,” Glenda replied coyly, “next time I’m naughty enough to bring rude pictures of myself to school, I’m sure I’d deserve to be kept in and punished like this again.” “I’m sure you’re right Glenda. Do you think it might happen again?” “Probably not soon, sir, but I’m sure I can think up other ways to be kept in.” They laughed together as they rose. After she had dried her pussy on a handful of tissues from the box on his desk, she knelt before her teacher, cupping his balls in one hand and holding his flaccid shaft between the fingertips of her other. Tentatively, she lifted the head with her thumb, gingerly reaching out with her tongue.

She knew about oral sex but had never felt happy about having a cock inside her mouth, however Mr. Lennox had pleasured her with his mouth and she firmly believed in quid pro quo. Cautiously touching the tip of her tongue to the cleft under the head of his cock, she was surprised at the subtle flavour, not at all the intense saltiness she had been given to expect. Gaining confidence, she ran her tongue along the underside allowing the knob to touch her lips. As she enclosed the head with her lips, she looked up to see Mr. Lennox watching her with a look of rapt attention mingled with pleasure. Closing her eyes, she allowed her awareness to narrow until her whole universe was the taste and feel of the cock in her mouth. As she explored with her tongue and lips, she was only dimly aware of the pleasure she was giving, concentrating fully on knowing this wonderful organ with her mouth and extracting her own pleasure from the joy of learning. Watching Glenda take his cock into her mouth Dave noticed a change slowly come over the girl. Even as she pleasured him she seemed to clothe herself in serenity, her initial nervousness having changed into not enthusiasm, but something akin to contentment. This young woman, who had given every appearance of never having tasted a cock in her life, was not only performing better felatio than he had ever experienced, but she seemed totally unaware of anything but the cock in her mouth.

Giving himself over to the increasing pleasure, Dave stopped analysing Glenda’s behaviour and allowed himself to enjoy the experience. As her tongue caressed his cock’s shaft, her lips travelled from the ridge at the base of his knob to a point about eight centimetres down. Each time her lips held his knob by its base her tongue would explore his cleft licking upward towards the tip before doubling over and, with the cleavage of the underside of her tongue, cause exquisite pleasure as she again let her lips travel along his shaft. Serenely, calmly, Glenda explored Mr. Lennox’s growing cock. Having lost most of the flavour, which had coated it earlier, Glenda was taking pleasure from discovering the texture of the veins and other organs inside the shaft.

 She explored the smoothness of his glans; the cleft hiding his urethra, and the urethra itself; the longitudinal ridges of his corpus calosum, again engorging, and the strangely soft band of his circumcision scar. As she explored with her lips and tongue, Glenda was suddenly aware of Mr. Lennox’s hands resting on her head behind her face. Her concentration broken she continued to explore his cock increasing the pressure of her tongue and lips to bring her teacher to a cumm. Watching Glenda work his cock with her mouth, Dave couldn’t help guiding her head with his hands. Gently holding her head, he noticed an immediate change in the way Glenda’s mouth was working his cock. After a second’s pause her lips and tongue resumed their work, but something that had been there until a moment ago had gone. Glenda’s mouth still felt fantastic but an indefinable something had suddenly gone. She played his cock in her mouth until, in exquisite pleasure, Mr. Lennox came in her mouth. Groaning in ecstasy, Dave watched Glenda swallowing his cumm as it pulsed into her mouth. When she had sucked him dry she moved back and, licking her lips, smiled up at him. “I only wanted to clean your cumm off it Mr. Lennox,” she giggled, “not make it all wet again.”

Dave chuckled and told her, “You are a most remarkable young woman Glenda: beautiful, intelligent and by far the most stimulating partner it has ever been my pleasure to be intimate with. Do you think it would be possible for us to have a relationship? We would have to keep it very discreet; if anybody found out I would never teach again after I got out of gaol.” Glenda, serious now, looked up at her information technology teacher and said, “Mr. Lennox, nothing would make me happier than to be with you regularly. I understand that we couldn’t have a normal ‘going steady’ relationship but whatever time we can manage to spend together is enough for me. You probably noticed that I wasn’t a virgin when you had me but you are the first to have given any consideration to my pleasure. I don’t want little boys masturbating inside me anymore, I want to make love with a gentle, tender man who knows how to please a woman and I hope you’ll teach me how to please you more, too.” Sitting on the carpet opposite the girl, Dave told her, “Glenda, if you had given me any more pleasure I’m sure I would have died! What are your plans for this coming weekend?” Moving toward her teacher until her pussy was touching his flaccid cock and her nipples were brushing his chest, Glenda said, “Saturday I’m free until dinner-time when I have to stay in to deal with any study left over from the week.

Sunday morning tha family goes to church and then I teach Sunday school but the afternoon is okay, so how does that mesh with your plans?” Looking incredulously at Glenda, Dave said, “You teach Sunday school?” Gently kissing Mr. Lennox on his lips Glenda told him, “We both have public personae totally at odds with our private lives. How many people are going to suspect me, a Sunday school teacher and regular church goer, of having an affair with a respectable high school teacher?” As his cock started to stir again, Dave smiled at Glenda and said, “You’re absolutely right of course. I mean this in the nicest way, but I think you’re fifteen going on thirty! You have more common sense than do most adults I know. I hadn’t any plans this weekend at all other than a bit of work with the computer, so what time would be best for you on Saturday?” As Mr. Lennox’s cock grew against her pussy Glenda snuggled against him rotating her hips forward so that, as his cock rose, it would find her moist hole waiting. “The earlier I arrive, the longer we can spend together. How does seven o’clock sound?” “Seven o’clock it is then. I’ll give you a front door key tomorrow so you don’t have to stand by the door until I answer.” While they were planning their rendezvous Glenda felt Mr. Lennox’s cock continuing to grow and was now pressing into her cleft.

Leaning back a little and pushing her hips forward she managed to capture the head with her pussy and shinnied forward allowing the shaft to slide inside her again. Wrapping her legs around Mr. Lennox’s waist she leaned back and sighed contentedly as she worked her vaginal muscles on his shaft. Feeling his cock immersed again in the warm slipperiness of Glenda’s pussy and seeing her budding breasts held up before his gaze, Dave couldn’t resist fondling her nipples with his fingertips. Gently pinching and toying with them he found that her gasps and moans of pleasure were stimulating him to another cumm rather more quickly than he wanted. As Glenda’s pussy muscles worked their way along his cock Dave felt his next orgasm coming ready-or-not. Moving his hands down to her lovely hips he thrust her against his cock while it pulsed and dribbled a few drops of semen inside her. Laying back, gloriously impaled upon Mr. Lennox’s cock, Glenda felt his fingers playing with her nipples. As pleasure steadily built in her loins, she gasped at the electric pleasure radiating out from her nipples, through her breasts and down to her solar plexus. Suddenly, Mr. Lennox stiffened, grasped her hips and pulled her almost roughly against him. Clenching her pussy hard on his cock, Glenda smiled thinking of the power her young body had over this wonderful man. If he was masturbating inside her, he deserved to do so in exchange for the pleasure he had already given her.

Today, after school, when she thought she was totally doomed and had been willing to exchange her body for his silence he had given her the first orgasm she had ever experienced in the act of love, and then had given her several more. This man was a catch in a million and she had no intention of letting him go whether it was her helplessness that he had initially exploited or whether he had a genuine affection for her. As his breathing slowly returned to normal, Dave again regarded the beautiful, intelligent, naked girl who had given herself to him in exchange for his silence. Nearly twice her age, never having met a woman he was prepared to have a serious relationship with, he was touched by the irony of the situation. All lust aside, in two years’ time she wouldn’t be his student; in three, she would be of legal age… Pulling himself together, Dave smiled at Glenda and gave her a gentle kiss on her lovely lips. Taking his mouth in hers, Glenda melted her body against her teacher’s and wondered what else he might be able to teach her. There was a wanton side to her that wanted to come out and, knowing how many older men fantasised about young women her age, she knew there would be a lot of fun to be had on both sides of this relationship.

Once upon a time when I was so much younger than before, I woke up on a Sunday morning with a searing pain coming from deep inside my anus. This was no two bit little annoyance that would go away after a good wash and a good bowel movement (or the other way around I guess). Good grief no ! Alternatively it felt like someone had stuck a red hot needle into my backside or else as if my rectum was being freeze dried from the inside out. Without exaggerating it was the worst physical pain I had ever experienced up till that time and not much has been worse afterwards either. It was all I could do to get out of bed and stagger to the bathroom. Walking was torture and so was sitting down.

If I lay back down it was just as bad. Of course I figured that I knew what was going on. Hemorrhoids run in the family and both my parents regularly suffered from that awful affliction. Since I was dimly aware of the consequences of Mendel’s laws of heredity, I figured that my time had come (somewhat too soon I ruefully bemoaned, but inevitably nonetheless). I was still living at home then, that’s how long ago it was, so I manfully begged my mother for some form of relief. All she could do was give me some Preparation H and advise me to bathe my bottom in a tub of ice cold water regularly until I could see a doctor. The pain kept up all day long and I dutifully lowered my behind into a tub of water filled with ice cubes several times that Sunday. It was a wonder I didn’t catch pneumonia of the rectum or some such thing, but all the cooling and chilling just temporarily numbed my outsides and didn’t stop the burning on the inside. Monday I phoned a specialist. It took some undignified begging and pleading but I finally succeeded in wrangling an appointment for Friday afternoon of the same week.

I could not imagine my making it through the next five days without either going stark raving mad or sliding into a self induced coma, but somehow I managed. I even attended classes and was able to do a passable imitation of the normal half-assed student that I was. Nobody noticed (or commented on) my prissy gait and reluctance to engage in any kind of physical activity. I just sat on my seat for the whole week and actually paid attention to what was being said for lack of anything else to do. Gradually however, the pain receded and by Friday I felt only a slight irritation (huzzah for the miracle ingredient in Preparation H !). However, my parents example made sure that I kept my appointment. I wanted to eradicate the problem before it became untreatable. Believe me, I wasn’t at all eager to submit to the inevitable anal examination, but I wasn’t planning on having a hemorrhoid problem plague me for the rest of my life either. So off I went to the doctor’s office. There were three people in the waiting room when I entered, all of them female.

The specialist I was seeing shared office space with a gynecologist and I sincerely hoped that these patients were aware of this. The ladies looked at me somewhat askance and then went back to their magazines and/or knitting, the silence and frowns that followed commenting on their uncharitable thoughts. I didn’t have long to wait thank goodness. Before the other patients were called I was allowed to see the doctor. That was my first surprise of the day. Sitting behind a desk was a very good looking middle aged lady. She had dark hair cut in a pageboy style and was carefully but discretely made up. Her glossed lips smiled at me as she invited me to sit down. This was going to be something else I thought. Nobody had told me the specialist I had an appointment with was female. I was nervous as I glanced around the office, taking in an examination table complete with stirrups and other medical apparatus.

Of course doctors are used to receiving apprehensive patients and putting them at ease. This one put all her charm to work on me, she obviously saw that I was going to need it. “Well now, what’s the problem ?” she cheerfully asked, getting out a new file and taking a pen to hand. Ever since making the appointment on Monday I had been rehearsing what I would say in the most dignified manner possible. Now it was all forgotten as I foolishly stared at the wall. Summoning up courage I rapidly told her that I was suffering from hemorrhoids. “I see,” she said and then began to question me. Were they external or internal ? Was there any bleeding ? She noted my answers and then cheerfully told me that she was going to take a look. This I dreaded, but I saw no way out of it. Mercifully she did not make me undress but only told me drop my pants and briefs and then kneel down on the examination table and place my head down on the surface.

I then heard her pulling on latex gloves and felt a daub of something cool on my anus. She told me to relax and then quickly shoved a small object into my rectum. It rightly guessed that it was a type of colonscope but out of consideration she apparently chose the smallest model she had. The examination was not painful and it was over before I knew it. She withdrew the probe, cleaned the lubricant off with a tissue and informed me that I could step down and pull up my trousers. Grateful that it had all been so easy and dignified (comparatively speaking) I sat back down and waited for the doctor to give me her verdict. She entered some notes in my file and then took a blank piece of paper. I detected a faint trace of a smile on her lips as she drew a rough sketch of her findings. Finished, she turned the page around for me to study. “I can’t draw all that well,” she pointed at her rough illustration, “but this is a sketch of the anal sphincter and lower rectum. You have received a rather nasty cut along the inner muscle running lengthwise. Something like this can be very painful of course and needs to be taken care of. On the other hand though, luckily, I didn’t find any trace of hemorrhoids.”

Slowly, as I understood what the doctor was saying I turned a deep beet red and began to slowly slide lower into the chair. If only the earth would open up and swallow me. I had never been so utterly mortified in my whole life. I could think of nothing to say. She looked at me questioningly. “Do you have any idea how that occurred ?” she pleasantly asked. Of course I did and I cursed myself in every language I could think of for not realizing the cause of my suffering before. The previous Saturday evening my girlfriend and I had engaged in a lustful and passionate bout of good old fashioned fucking. I had urged her to stick a finger up my bottom and apparently her untrimmed fingernail had cut a gash in my anal sphincter.

Because I did not feel any pain until the next morning I hadn’t connected the two. Since I was at a total loss for words the doctor continued. “Well, did you insert anything sharp or rough into your bottom while masturbating ?” she asked. It was all I could do to shake no. “Was your boyfriend too rough or brisk on you then ?” she continued. My God, I thought, she thinks I’m gay. How did I ever get into this ? “No, no,” I finally managed to blurt out, “I think my girlfriend cut me with her nails the last time we eh….” “Had sex ?” she finished for me. “Yes, that’s right.” “I see. OK then, I’ll prescribe some suppositories for you to take daily. They are iodine based to prevent any infection from occurring. I want you use them three times a day, morning, night and after your bowel movements. Wash thoroughly and try to refrain from anal stimulation for a while. OK ?” she cheerfully asked. I nodded. “Good, now I’d like you to come back in two weeks time so I can check up on how your scar is healing. Now this very is important, because it wouldn’t do to have any complications arise later in such a delicate part of your anatomy.”

Much as I never wanted to set foot in her office again, visions of contracting cancer of the anus or some other horrible disease danced through my head. I nodded, took the prescription, and left the office. I felt that I had certainly made an ass out of myself, in more ways than one. Thinking back, I still don’t know why I thought I was suffering from something other than a cut asshole. My girlfriend was certainly a very enthusiastic lover, giving me her sexual favors unreservedly, but not a very refined one at the time. A good handjob or a nice straightforward fuck (if we could find the privacy) was more her style. I always had to coerce her into playing with my anus and she never much bothered with lubrication either. She usually just jammed her index finger up into me and got on with the other task at hand.

I didn’t have the heart to tell her what was really the matter with me, and besides I had been acting out the part of ‘the Hero Suffers from Hemorrhoids’ to perfection and didn’t know how to change my performance in mid-show. It was only some ten years later (after we had been married for a long time) that an occasion arose when I told her about it. As for my parents, well, they were seemingly pleased that I had found such a nice girl to bang (and hopefully marry) that I wasn’t up to telling them the down and out of this little problem either. So I just kept my mouth shut, usually the wisest thing to do. But that is neither here nor there and has no further bearing on my story. I got my prescriptions filled, took my medicine, told my parents nor my girlfriend anything of the doctor’s findings and debated the wisdom of keeping my next appointment. In the end I went back, more out of fear of complications arising in later years than from anything else. The doctor greeted me and asked if I had experienced any pain or discomfort since my last visit. Had I been taking my suppos regularly ?

I answered truthfully and told her that I had hardly felt any pain for more than a week now and had only missed on my medication a few times. “Good,” she replied, “Since you have little pain in your anal region I think that now we can do a more thorough exam than last time. That was a bit of an emergency, wasn’t it ?” she jokingly said. “Now if you could just step into the changing booth over there and get undressed, we can proceed.” I had thought that this check-up was going to be a repeat of the last one : a few questions, drop my pants, modestly take a quick look at my ass and that would be it. But it didn’t look like this was going to ‘be it’. I was beginning to regret coming back for this appointment but saw no way of backing out gracefully.

I entered the booth and removed all my clothes except for my underpants. The doctor asked if I was ready and if so to please step out. When she saw my briefs a frown of disapproval crossed her brow but she let it be for the while being. The examination started out in the traditional manner : heart, lungs, blood pressure, reflexes, height, length and weight, all of these were measured or tested and the results written down by the doctor. She took a little more time in checking out my ears, nose and mouth. She stuck a short probe up my nasal passage and made me stick out my tongue while she inserted two fingers into my mouth and felt around the inside. It was a curiously pleasant part of the examination and I began to relax and enjoy the feel of her fingers inside of my body. Another part of my anatomy decided that relaxation was out of the question and slowly but surely my prick stiffened, bulging out the thin fabric of my briefs. A darker little wet spot appeared where the head of my penis pressed against the underwear.

The doctor finished studying my mouth and noticed the stiffness of my sex organ. “It’s not very practical for males to keep their undergarments on during an examination of this sort, you know,” she mildly admonished. “I think that we had better remove them now before it gets even more awkward. Besides you’ll have to be completely undressed for the main part of the examination anyway.” Having me stand up she then took hold of the hem and pulled the backside lower at first, exposing my buttocks while forcing my erect penis to bend downwards. When my prick was free of the briefs it sprightly flipped back upwards, sticking straight out in front of me. “There now,” she said, “Isn’t it more comfortable this way ?” In a way it was, but I wasn’t going to say so out loud. “Well everything seems to be more or less in order. Now we can get down to the matter at hand. However before we continue I want to clean you out.” I misunderstood and thought that she said “clean me up”. Stupidly I said that I had washed before coming to her office. She didn’t actually laugh but just grinned at my naivet. She repeated what she had just said and placed the emphasis on the word ‘out’ this time. I wasn’t all too sure about what she really meant, but I had an uneasy feeling about what was in store for me next. “I’ll take your temperature before and after just to make sure that I can proceed with the in-depth exam. Please turn around and bend over the table.” The doctor went to her cabinet and returned with a jar of something, a box of latex gloves and a large, thick thermometer. I realized that she was going to take my rectal temperature. “

Eh…. You know, doctor I’ve always had my temperature taken orally and I don’t know if I can do it this way.” I tried to plead. She would have none of it though and brushed my objections aside. “Of course you can do it this way, I don’t see why not, there’s nothing difficult about it at all, all you have to do is stand still. Besides a rectal reading is much more accurate and it’s standard medical practice. Then again since you insist, I can do both.” And with that she went and got an oral thermometer and had me take it in my mouth. Meanwhile she had me bend over the table and pulled on the latex examination gloves. She opened the jar and stuck her finger inside. It was covered with a lubricating cream that she spread around my anus. She took a second generous daub and slowly worked her finger into my opening, probing firmly until my sphincter allowed it to pass. She asked if it was painful, did my injury hurt, but I said that I felt little pain. Just utter mortification. She then took another jar containing a more liquid lubricant and dipped the tip of the thermometer into it. She liked to mix different types of lubricants she explained, since she had found that mixtures of oils, cream or jelly allowed for smoother and easier penetration. “Just think of something else and relax now, ” the doctor advised and slid the instrument up my anus.

It entered easily, just as she had predicted. “It takes about 4 minutes to register, so lay still and don’t go away.” Where would I be going in this condition I wondered, trying to make light out of my predicament. While I was waiting for the 4 minutes to pass (it seemed like an eternity, but doesn’t it always when you’re enjoying yourself ?) I could hear the doctor taking out various objects and preparing them for use. All the while I was still erect, my prick pressed against the table’s edge. I dared not stand up straight for fear of disturbing the instrument in my bottom, so I just waited and wondering why I had ever come back for this second appointment in the first place.

The doctor finally came back, took the oral thermometer out first, noted the reading and then removed the other one from my lower opening. She said that my temperature was normal with the usual 1 degree variance. I was surprised that there was a difference between the two and I guess my somewhat puzzled expression was easy to read. “Oh yes ,” she explained without my asking, “The temperature in various parts of the body can differ quite markedly. That’s why it’s best to use a rectal reading for the mean body temperature. A vaginal reading is quite useful also, but that would be pretty difficult for you now, wouldn’t it ?” Was this her idea of a joke ? “Don’t be so alarmed, I’m only making a little joke,” she quickly replied after seeing the expression on my face. “But now that you mention it, it would be a good idea if I took your penile temperature as well. Then we’ll have all three main readings.” How in the world was she ever going to do that I thought ?

I imagined her fitting some kind of plastic bag over my prick but wasn’t clear on the procedure. And besides, I didn’t recollect ‘mentioning’ anything in the first place. “Just sit down on the table while I get my instrument,” she told me, pointing to the padded surface of the examination table. The doctor took an instrument from her glass lined cabinet and washed it thoroughly with a disinfecting agent. She put it in a tray along with a small bottle of lubricant and a box of sterile cotton swabs. When I saw the thin thermometer I knew where she was going to stick it. “It’s all right, you won’t feel any discomfort when I insert this, just stay relaxed.” She took hold of my very stiff prick and realized that it was not relaxed at all. “Well I mean YOU relax, it doesn’t matter about your penis, this thermometer is designed for use in situations like this.” I am uncircumcised so the doctor gripped the shaft of my penis and gently pulled downwards in order to expose more of my glans.

It was already glistening wet from my own secretions. The doctor then poured some disinfecting solution onto a cotton swab and washed the tip of my penis. It felt cool and tingling, not unpleasant at all. She applied some of the same solution to the thin thermometer, dipped it into the lubricating jelly and told me to lean over backwards. “It’s better if you don’t watch me insert this,” the doctor advised as she took hold of my glans with her left thumb and forefinger. She squeezed against the length of my urethra, forcing it open just a little. Then I felt the plastic tube sliding down into the inside of my penis. It was a curious sensation, mildly cold at first, then turning into a sensation of having to urinate. My prick twitched somewhat but the doctor kept a firm grip on it. “There, that wasn’t hard at all, now was it ?” she asked without expecting a reply. I just nodded and tried to relax, breathing through my mouth. I squirmed a bit, trying to find a more comfortable position but the doctor told me to hold still.

She still kept a grip on my organ just below my glans and used her free hand to press upon my abdomen, forcing me to keep still. Incredibly it was the pressure on my lower belly which aroused me even more than her handling of my prick. I took deep breaths and tried to keep from looking at my penis, but the urge was too strong. The downward pressure of the doctors grip on my shaft had retracted my prepuce completely, something I had not done often when I was young, due to the narrow opening of my foreskin and the extreme sensitivity of my uncircumcised glans. It was covered with liquids, both natural and artificial and was even more wet than after a good fuck. Sticking out of the tiny hole at the top was a thin tube and it wobbled around in the air, the small twitchings of my organ being magnified proportionately. I stared at my own sex organ, mesmerized by the sight. It was like seeing it for the first time.

Meanwhile, I was still leaning backwards and my arms began to tremble from being tensed so long. Noticing, the doctor looked at her watch and said that enough time had passed. She withdrew her hand form my abdomen and slowly withdrew the penile thermometer from my urethra. I felt a slight tingling sensation and the need to urinate, but that soon passed. My temperature was in the normal range for that part of my anatomy and it was duly noted in the doctor’s notes. She smiled at me like we had just completed a job well done. “Good, that’s taken care of, you don’t have a temperature so you’ll be fit for the rest of the internal exam. But first I must clean you out.” she explained, once again putting the emphasis on ‘out’. “I have to prepare a few things so just sit tight.” She went over to a sink, ran the faucet and filled a large canister. There was a length of rubber tubing attached to a valve at the bottom of the container.

She added something to the water in the canister, stirred it and closed the top. Coming over to the examination table, she hooked it onto a metal I.V. holder that stood nearby. “OK now, I want you to lie down on your side now……..” I warily lay down “…and to pull your top leg up unto your chest.” I felt extremely exposed even attempting to assume the position she wanted. “Bring your leg a little further to you chest please….. there that’s better. I’ll have to take a good look into your colon and for that it has to be thoroughly clean. So I’m going to let this warm water flow into you. Hold it up a while and when enough time has passed you can expel it. Understand ?” She then oiled the nozzle attached to the tubing, rubbed some on my anus and pulled the top cheek of my buttocks open exposing my backside. The nozzle felt cool as she pressed it some 20 cm up my rectum. When the doctor let the water flow however, a warm glow and feeling of well-being inflated spread along my bowels and up inside of me.

This took me quite by surprise. “Haven’t you ever had an enema before ?” she asked noting my initial discomfort and astonishment. I said that I hadn’t. “It’s a very simple method of cleaning out the rectum and colon you know, and it’s a very pleasurable one also, if done right.” Clearly she could read my thoughts, for she answered my questioning look. “It is, I’m not just saying this as a doctor’s thing you know. It is one of the oldest known medical procedures and has been practiced in many cultures. It is quite healthy and stimulating if you don’t over-indulge. If you weren’t so stiff already, you would have noticed that you can get quite a powerful erection from an enema. It’s because of the internal pressure on the prostate gland. There are many males who enjoy it immensely and do it as a form of sex play. Of course females can grow to like it just as well, though they usually have a somewhat greater reluctance to overcome. ” By now, all the water had flowed into me and the doctor withdrew the nozzle. She turned me over on my back and gently massaged my lower abdomen. “This is a cleaning enema so I put some soap into the water to help induce a bowel movement. Do you feel any cramping yet ?” I did and told her that I couldn’t hold it much longer. “Oh yes you can, it hasn’t been in all that long. Sometimes the solution has to held in for up to an hour. But this is your first time so I want you to retain it for about five more minutes.” I was allowed to sit up in the meantime and had to clench all my internal muscles to keep the water in.

Luckily, I had had a regular movement that day, so that I only had a small amount of waste matter to expel. Even so it still took all my will power to wait until I was given permission to head for the bathroom. I returned, much relieved and feeling better. After expelling the enema, my erection had subsided and I was now only half swollen. The doctor had put away all the instruments used in giving the enema and asked me how I felt, if I wasn’t more relaxed now. As odd as it seemed I had to admit that I was calmer now about the prospect of being examined internally. “Good,” she said, smiling as if having been proven right about something, “I told you it could be quite beneficial in more ways than one. I recommend that you make a habit of giving yourself one about once a month. Consider it a hygienic treatment if that will make you feel less inhibited. I’m sure you’ll soon look forward to it. I certainly do.” I was a trifle amazed that she was telling me all this, but the doctor apparently saw nothing odd about it. Maybe this was her way of making small talk, of putting patients at ease. Of course by now I had just about lost all my initial sense of shame and I thought little of standing naked with a half erect prick in front of this very attractive lady.

She had a totally matter of fact attitude and that combined with her sense of humor put me very much at ease. I had the impression that she was enjoying herself, especially whenever I seemed surprised or at a loss for words. I think that she liked to explain what she was doing and why it was necessary to do it. In the days that followed I couldn’t help thinking about her often, and I sometimes wondered if she had the same habit of explaining things when having sex. I would have liked to find out, but of course never did. “Now that we’re all set and you’ve been cleaned ‘out’, I guess we had better get on with the proper exam.” I had a feeling that she thought my little misunderstanding a very fine joke indeed and was not going to let me forget it.”

She took my arm and motioned me over to the main examination table. It was large, padded and covered with a white cotton sheet. Unlike the other table I had lain on before, this one had considerably more attachments and devices built on. First of all there were the stirrups on either side. They could be set into almost any position, higher, lower, wider or closer. The table itself could be tilted up or down as need be and various parts were hinged. There were Velcro restraints for hands and ankles if necessary, along with a variety of adjustable lamps, tray holders and what not. There were also a small step to be used in gracefully mounting the table. It was a rather daunting looking piece of medical apparatus, but the doctor took great pride in it, explaining that it was an advanced model offering the patient a larger degree of comfort than the simpler examination tables found in most doctor’s offices. “Of course you don’t have to take my word for it,” she smiled, “I’d like you to try it out,” and she patted it’s surface. In spite of my improved mood, I was still a little bit apprehensive when I took the three steps up and turned around to sit on the table. The doctor told me to slide back a bit.

She then took hold of my ankles one at a time and lifted them into the stirrups strapping them in with Velcro restrainers. She adjusted them to her liking, spreading my legs open wide but leaving my knees near my chest. The doctor told me to ‘snuggle’ a little bit towards her, which I thought a curious turn of phrase under the circumstances. I couldn’t manage very well, so she took hold of my hips and helped me along. Finally she put a small cushion under my lower back. At last she had me positioned to her liking : legs open wide, knees to my chest and my buttocks raised in the air. I would have to take her word for it that I was not as uncomfortable as in older examination tables, but I was certainly just as exposed. My genitals were in open view with my prick upon my abdomen, pointing at my face, my testicles riding high and my anus in full view as was the rest of my genital region. I could feel the blood pulsing through my veins and my penis, causing it to move slightly and contract and expand ever so little. Since my genitals were at eye level I could study them quite clearly. Curiously I wondered what girls ever saw in them. The doctor picked up an object from a tray.

She told me that she was going to introduce a local muscle relaxant into my rectum to help enlarge my anal opening for the duration of the internal exam. It was in the form of a suppository which she first covered with lubricant. It was not very thick, less than 1 cm in diameter, but tapered and long. She slid it up into my bottom and left part of it sticking out. This was done so that the sphincter muscles in the anus itself would be coated with the relaxant as it melted from my body heat. Waiting for the suppo to take effect the doctor explained that she would then examine my scar more closely. Usually for an internal anal exam she would wear Latex gloves but because of the nature of my injury it was indicated that she be able to feel the scar directly. She assured me that her nails were trimmed very short and to prove her point she let me see them up close. I had been cleaned out sufficiently also so she saw no direct need for gloves. She then went to the sink and thoroughly washed her hands several times with a strong soap to disinfect them. By this time the suppo had melted and the end part sticking out of me had broken off and slid down the crease of my ass.

The doctor brushed it off. As a last preparation before the internal anal exam, she dipped her right hand fingers in a large jar of oil and pulled them out, dripping with lubricant. “Relax now, I’m going to start with one finger and go on from there when you’re dilated. Ready ?” she asked and began gently rubbing my entire anal region, pushing down on the rim of my pucker and slowly inserting her finger in my anus proper. She applied more pressure, I felt myself opening up and then her finger was inside. I flinched a little and tried to pull back. The doctor told me to lay still and not to pull back. To steady me she put her free left hand on my belly but ended up pressing on the underside of my prick. It stiffened noticeably but if it was due to the doctor’s hand or to the insertion of her finger, I could not say. Or care. But by exerting pressure on the shaft of my penis, she caused my testicles to be pulled upwards and squeezed rather tightly in my scrotum and this did cause me discomfort. I told her in the politest way possible that she was being a little to rough on my private parts, so she took her hand away, tugged my testicles back in place and then fit her hand under my penis so she could continue to steady my body. It felt better that way and I stopped fidgeting so the doctor could continue her probing. She felt all along the narrowest part of my anus, where the muscles form the sphincter, closing off the rectum.

She turned her finger all about in various directions feeling the scar and surrounding tissue. She pulled in and out several times asking me to describe the sensations. I was still a little sore when she inserted and pulled out her finger, but didn’t feel all that much once she was in and twirling her finger around. Satisfied that she had examined the scar sufficiently she pushed in deeper and felt the inner walls of my rectum, exerting pressure on various spots and areas. She must have inserted her finger as far as it would go because I felt her hand pressed up to my anus, thumb up to the base of my scrotum, other fingers down along the narrowing crack of my ass. The doctor withdrew her single finger and asked if I had felt any pain or discomfort from the scar or in any other area. I told her that it wasn’t such a nice feeling when she entered me at first, but that it wasn’t actually painful either. After a while the discomfort went away and I could tolerate her probing. She said that it was a good sign and that she could then proceed with two fingers. These went in with a little more difficulty, stretching my anus to its limit (or so I thought). She conducted the same sort of exploration, only less intense. I was glad that it was finished after a few minutes so she could withdraw her fingers.

 She then went to the sink and washed her hands. I had hoped that would be the end of it, she had finally given my injury a good examination, she had felt all over it, rubbed it and extensively examined it and the surrounding tissue. I was wrong however. She still hadn’t seen it. She reassured me that everything felt in order but that she still needed to get a good look at it. I figured that she would use the thin sigmoidescope as she had last time, but here I was mistaken (again). An optical conducting instrument was fine in certain cases, but not this one. During my first examination two weeks ago, she needed a general idea of my injury but didn’t want to cause any additional damage. For that purpose a sigmoidescope was fine. This time she told me she was going to insert a rectal speculum and open my anus for inspection. This was something I hadn’t bargained for at all or even imagined being done. Somehow the thought of being examined like a woman made me feel more than just vaguely uncomfortable. The doctor took a long shiny metal instrument some 20 cm long.

This she liberally coated with lubricant after washing it with a disinfecting liquid. She must have noticed my unease. “Don’t look so upset. There’s nothing to be worried about. Women have this done to them quite often as part of a routine check-up. Surely you’ll be able to survive it too. Just relax, it’ll be over before you know it,” she tried reassuring me. “It will feel just a bit cool at first, but that will pass,” she explained, “Just don’t push back when I insert it, let it enter. Ready ?” Would I ever be ? But having no say in the matter I tried to do as the doctor advised. The speculum was adequately lubricated, I had no cause for any concern on that account. But as she had warned, the metal expander was not as pleasantly warm as the doctor’s fingers had been.

She turned it around until it was positioned to her satisfaction, making sure that the scar in my anus would not be covered by the opening prongs. The speculum was tapered so I already felt my anal opening being enlarged as the doctor pushed it in deeper to it’s fullest extent. I sighed and shivered. Once positioned to its’ deepest penetration, the doctor unlocked the retracting screw and began to steadily force the instrument and my asshole open. This was certainly the oddest sensation of the whole examination and while not pleasurable it was thankfully not overly painful. The doctor clicked the holding pin in place and took a small penlight. She bent her head between my spread thighs and conducted her examination, turning this way and that. Finally she put aside her light and closed the speculum before retracting it. She placed the glistening instrument on a small white towel in a tray next to the examination table.

I looked at it half in amazement that I had just accommodated it in my rear and grateful that it was over. In conclusion to the rectal examination the doctor told me she was going to administer an emollient lotion in and on my anus. I had been stretched beyond my usual width and she did not want me to experience any undue soreness or discomfort later in the day. She therefore took a small pear shaped squeeze bulb and filled it with a soothing salve. The nozzle was inserted a short way into my anus and the cream expelled. When that was done she wiped off my backside with a damp washcloth, cleaning off all the residual lubricants and oils she had used on me during the rectal exam. Just before putting the towel away she looked at my very erect penis and noticed the little pool of pre-ejaculate that had collected on my belly. She daintily lifted my prick up, cleaned the tip and wiped me clean. With a smile she announced that she was finished and would unstrap my ankles from the stirrups.

I had become somewhat cramped laying in such a rather unusual and uncomfortable position. With both legs finally out of the stirrups I had to make an effort to sit up. I groaned more dramatically than was really warranted. “Are you all right ?” the doctor quickly asked. “I hope you’re not experiencing any pain ?” “No no,” I reassured her, “Just a little stiff I think.” “Well that I can certainly see,” she said looking at my still erect penis with a grin on her lovely face. “But don’t worry it will pass.” That wasn’t what I meant, and of course she knew it. I blushed and needlessly put my hands over my genitals. She gave me a mockingly stern look and helped me down off the table and over to the chair in front of her desk. I sat down, wondering if I could get dressed now, while the doctor made a few notes and rearranged some papers. “There,” she announced, filing some pages into a binder, “That’s taken care off. Now as to your injury. I’m glad to say that it has healed quite nicely with no trace of infection, though it was rather more extensive than I thought at first. You will have to take very good care of yourself in the next few weeks. I recommend that you massage your scar and the surrounding tissue regularly in order to prevent it from becoming stiff and rigid. I’ll give you a suitable ointment that you can apply. “

She went over to her medicine cabinet and took out a large tube, placing it on the desk in front of me. “Rub it in daily for about two weeks, and regularly afterwards.” “How do I ah….get it on the right place ?” I asked. “I think the best way is to use your finger. Wash first, then apply a generous amount before inserting it. Work it in several times so that your anus is coated inside and out.” Once again she had that hint of a grin on her face, “It shouldn’t be an altogether unpleasant treatment I’m sure.” She liked to rub it in, in more ways than one. “It might be a good idea to apply it during masturbation. Do you indulge daily ?” she asked as if inquiring about my intake of hamburgers and fries. “Oh no, no.” I quickly replied. “Well once a day is sufficient, more would be unnecessary.” She was teasing, of this I was sure. “I meant less.” “Oh, less than once a day ? I see. Then you could have your girlfriend help you.” “I don’t think that would be a good idea.” “Well that’s up to you I suppose. I had thought it might be best if both of you came back together so I could instruct her in some anal sexual techniques.”

Now that was an impractical idea at best and I told her so. “In that case it might be best if I gave you some advice right now. You are apparently strongly attracted to anal stimuli so I suppose that you will keep on including that in your future sexual activity. Keep yourself clean, on the outside as well as on the inside. It may take some getting used to, but I would urge you to give yourself an enema regularly. Also I recommend that you regularly stretch or dilate your anus, say about once a week or fortnightly. That way it will retain its’ elasticity and be able to accommodate objects without causing you any pain. You’ll certainly want to be prepared if your girlfriend ever wants to play the part of a male.”

When I was that age I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about and it must have shone. “Well, no matter. But remember to stretch yourself regularly. I don’t think you’d like another injury in the same place.” That was for certain and I agreed. “It might be easier if you used a dilator or dildo to do the stretching exercises. Do you have one at home ?” Although I wasn’t one hundred per cent certain what a ‘dildo’ was I did have a fairly good idea. We usually called them vibrators but hardly anyone of my age dared go into a sex shop to buy one. I told her I didn’t have one. She went over to her medical cabinet and opened a drawer. The doctor opened the small box she had taken along and gave me the object that was inside. It was a 15 cm long shaft of hard wood, polished smooth and varnished to a high gloss. The tip was bulb shaped, slightly larger than the rest of the stem and rounded. But instead of the typical smooth shaft underneath, this one was carved with protruding ridges running down its’ length, the edges curved. She said she had them custom made to her specifications and turned out on a lathe.

The doctor told me to form a very small ‘o’ shape with my thumb and forefinger and to push the dildo through it. I was rather clumsy I suppose so she leaned over and took my hand in hers, making me clench my fingers tighter together. She then took the dilator and gently forced it upwards through my fingers and pulled it back down again several times. “Do you feel how the ridges alternatively make the surrounding flesh expand and contract ?” she needlessly asked. “If you use this on your anus in the same way you will be exercising the sphincter muscles. It would be even better if you used it together with the ointment.” This certainly was a novel type of treatment, and one that I don’t think my parents would have approved of. Not that I was going to elaborate when I got home. “Just to make sure you understand how to use this, I think I’ll give you a little demonstration.” She stood up and placed me in front of the examination table and draped a clean towel in front of me. Next she took some of the stretching cream, rubbed it on the dildo and told me to bend over. She generously lubricated my anus with the same cream and told me to relax. As I had more or less expected, she gently but firmly inserted her custom made dilator into my bottom. I had already been penetrated by so many objects during my examination that afternoon, not the least of them being the doctor’s lovely fingers, but this gave me the most unusual and pleasurable sensations of all.

The tip being larger, expanded my anus which then gratefully contracted once the rim was past my sphincter. Then it was pushed open once again, allowed to contract and so on until the entire length of the odd shaped dildo was deeply inserted in my rectum. Then it was retracted, producing the same sensations only in reverse. I was overwhelmed by the strong stimulations that produced ripples of sexual excitement throughout my body. I seemed to melt with desire. I sagged over the table, breathing faster and trying to keep my composure, but I don’t think that was the doctor’s intention. She continued her massage with the dildo and soon my anus felt as if it were the seat of all my feelings, it was on fire and pulsing with pleasure. Of course I had become as erect and hard as never before but I had forgotten my sex organ in the rush of feelings brought on by her little ‘demonstration’. The doctor however hadn’t. She took hold of my penis, exposing my glans and started a rhythmic caressing that alternated between gentle rubbing and firmer stroking. It did not take much of this activity to bring me to the brink of orgasm and beyond. My knees buckled and trembled, I closed my eyes and saw stars in the blackness in front of me, I felt a lovely rush of warmth leave my bowels and travel outwards through my stiff prick. I could not help myself and was moaning while my semen spurt onto the towel the doctor had laid out in front of me for just that purpose.

My body shook and it was all I could do not to sink to the ground in exhaustion. Instead I sighed deeply and lay down on the table, panting to catch my breath. When I had recovered my composure, the doctor slowly retracted the dildo and removed her other hand from my penis. It was sticky wet with semen so she went over to the sink to wash. Finished, she came back with a cloth and cleaned me ‘up’, removing the excess ointment from my backside. She had me turn around and then washed my prick. “I think that concludes your examination,” she told me, “You can get dressed now.” I went back to the booth and put my clothes back on. The doctor was busy filling out the health insurance forms by the time I was ready. Smiling, she gave me the papers, the cream and her special dildo. I’ve always wondered what she entered on the insurance form but I never found out. She told me to take care, do the prescribed exercises regularly and to come back if necessary. I never had any occasion to return afterwards, but I’m not sure if I should add ‘luckily’. AG

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NOTES If this is an almost true story what is and what isn’t ? My girlfriend (later wife) did cut me pretty bad with her fingernail and I really didn’t feel anything until the next day. I thought I had a bad case of hemorrhoids and made a doctors appointment. The doctor was a 60 year old sour puss who said very little, charged very much, seemed very disapproving (although maybe he had just seen it all during his career) and left me feeling very ashamed of myself, as if I had done something incredibly naughty and disgusting. I also got the impression that he pegged me as a homosexual (it was different being considered gay 24 years ago, don’t forget). And it was more than 15 years later before the occasion arose that I told my wife about it. I did learn to pay more attention to proper lubrication and the condition of any objects I used for anal stimulation afterwards though. So the rest of the story is just some wishful thinking and fantasy.  

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Amy and Jim had been an item sense the end of their junior year at the university. They were both “beautiful” people, very popular with many friends. Amy’s friends often told her she had a real catch! He WAS good to look at: about 6 foot, 180 pounds, sandy-blond hair, blue eyes. Jim really took pride in his appearance and his body, thinking of himself as somewhat a body builder, though he lacked the muscle mass to be taken very seriously. And then there was the financial security: unlike many business majors with uncertain to dismal job prospects, Jim had an entry level executive position waiting for him after their June wedding and honeymoon. There was also considerable advancement potential, being that the job was with his brother’s marketing company. Amy was a striking young woman, red hair –more red than reddish- blond, deep green eyes, and alabaster skin. She stood 5’4″, weighed 112 pounds, with rather ideal measurements of 35, 23, 35. She filled out a C cup nicely.

 Her tummy was flat, and everything was taut and firm thanks to the daily swimming she enjoyed. Amy had an out going personality, friendly, but with a touch of temper she attributed to her Irish grandmother. Yes, everyone said Amy and Jim made a beautiful couple! Not that everything was a-okay with them privately. First, Amy got rather irritated at Jim’s tendency to be a jerk when around his friends; the macho act and her feeling of being treated as a trophy was the source of more than one fight! Jim said Amy didn’t understand how good friends were important to a guy; hell, many of them would end up being business clients someday. And then there was the sex. They fought about it almost every time they were alone. Amy had actually kept her virginity for her wedding night. That commitment –a pledge to her dad as he died of cancer when she was a blossoming 13 year old– had gotten her all the way through high-school and her freshman year at college without any real trouble. With a few exceptions, most guys were understanding; Jim was an exception. First of all, Jim wasn’t sure he believed her. On the other hand, he felt a certain male pride in knowing she’d saved it for HIM. And given that she’d saved it for him, it made no sense to Jim that they should wait until their wedding night.

And now that their wedding night was finally here he had expected the conflict to end… But it wasn’t turning out how either had pictured. In their wildest fantasies, neither of these two could have pictured what was taking place! Amy had pictured –and planned for– a very romantic, intimate experience. She’d carefully chosen her peignoir to present her virginity to her new husband: all white lace, silk, and chiffon. She even shaved off all her sparse red hair from her pubic area, not merely to enhance her clean virginal innocence, but for an other reason as well –one which you’ll learn later. Jim had also pictured things VERY differently than they were turning out. He’d pictured sweeping his bride from her feet, carrying her across the threshold of their bridal suite… He’d pictured her swooning –finally– at his masculine sinew as he took charge of her deflowering. Oh, he was a little concerned –given his past performance with other ladies– that his own performance might not live up to his expectations, but he’d prepared for that; a liberal –and discreet– application of “Prolong” cream should do the trick. Jim wasn’t really concerned about Amy’s expectations; she was a virgin after all! She’d finally convinced him of that. He’d been suspicious at first, but why would she withhold after they became engaged, unless her story of that promise to her dieing father was true.

That promise: to save her virginity for her wedding night had been fulfilled. It was her wedding night and she was a virgin! And she was about to loose that virginity on her bridal bed with her husband in the bridal suite. But that’s were the conventional picture ends! Amy looked up into the eyes of the man who was going to deflower her. She sensed his potency, his unquestionable virility, his sexual confidence. Her deep green eyes sparkled with a fire and lust that she’d waited 22 years to quench. She looked into the eyes of the man that was going to quench her desires and in those black-brown eyes she saw a lust that matched her own. She glanced at his two friends who would be his relief, then back to his powerful black abdomen, rippled with muscle. Her pussy tingled with anticipation. Her gaze lowered to his black stock, shiny with the KY jelly that would lubricate the deed. As she reached for it between her legs, Amy asked her husband –restrained and gagged under her, his head between and below her spread legs, “Jim, can you see ok? Do you need your glasses? I don’t want you to miss anything, Jim darling!” Jim whimpered through his gag as he saw Amy’s dainty white hand wrap around–well not quite, her finger tips failed to touch by about an inch– the 10 plus inch black cock that bobbed above his face. As the broad purple-black cock tip touched his new bride’s bare, white, virginal pussy lips, Jim tried to force his eyes to close. He found closing his eyes no easier to do, than to turn the clock back 36 hours. Back to when he found out his brother’s wife had hired a black male stripper for Amy’s bachelorette party.

Back to when he couldn’t get her to cancel her party –or her attendance to it– and had to settle for her promise to be a good girl, even though she didn’t understand why the promise was so important to him –as if she’d ever been anything but good. Back to when he’d made a similar promise to her in exchange; how could he have known that his brother had hired two strippers for his own bachelor party? Back to when they’d all taunted him into the bedroom with those… ladies! Back to the wedding reception this afternoon when a careless remark had spilled the beans. Back just hours to any number of points in time when he might have said something differently –anything– that would have made Amy understand it wasn’t the same thing! Jim was fuming inside! Had been for 36 hours! He was pissed: at his damned brother’s damned wife! At Amy for going to her party when he said she shouldn’t! At those whores and all his buddies and his brother for making it happen last night. At his brother again at the reception for making the comment about the `30 second wonder!’ –how the fuck could Amy have understood that? At Amy again for threatening this very thing… and then DOING IT!

And these black guys for going along with this demented act! And for having such big cocks! Yes, Jim was pissed at everyone but JIM! He even reeled inside when one of the black guys watching made the next declaration, “I don’t think ya’ll need to worry ’bout O’Jim boy there; he’s got himself an erection! Yes, I do believe that’s what that is: an fucking little white erection!” Perhaps if we rolled back a little, we could better understand the events of Amy’s wedding night. By the beginning of her sophomore year she deduced that she might well be the only virgin in her whole dorm, certainly she was the only one in the “beautiful” crowd. She actually dreaded being discovered as one; the pressure to be sexually active came from all directions. Many of her friends were jealous when she was asked out by the star running back, Tom. He was a well chiseled specimen: thick black hair and slate gray eyes. He could have modeled. He’d taken her to a party at a frat house; booze was everywhere as were semi-nude bodies in various states of passion. Amy usually didn’t put herself into this kind of position, but this guy was so gorgeous. Her friends had hinted that this jock was not one to turn down, even on the first date, at least not if you’d like to be asked out by him again or any of his friends; he could have his pick.

She knew exactly what was coming when the library room he was going to show her turned out to be a vacant frat bedroom. She used the “solemn oath to my dieing father” argument that had worked so many times before… and he didn’t believe it! Tom was livid! Amy was scared she might actually be raped. He accused her of being a prick tease. “How do you figure that? I haven’t done anything to lead you on!” “You went out with me! Everybody knows I score on the first date!” “Well, not with me you don’t!” “Look, my friends know I’m up here with you… If word got out I didn’t nail you, my reputation would be ruined and I guarantee you, you’d never get a date from any of my friends… and I’ve got plenty! Now loosen up, grow up, and become a woman!” With that Tom had maneuvered Amy against the wall; his hands pushing up on her sweater to grope her tits. Amy snapped. Later She didn’t remember thinking about kneeing him before it happened, but suddenly her knee was buried in his groin. His breath left him in a beer smelly blast in her face. He was already on his knee when hers struck a second time. Amy was on her way to the door before he hit the floor.

 Amy knew that was the end of her dating career, at least with anyone who knew anyone in this crowd. She almost went ahead and admitted to her friends that she was a virgin; what the hell –her social life was over anyway. Then the strangest thing happened: Jeff, another member of the football team called and asked her out. This was crazy! Amy accepted just to find out why he asked. It didn’t take long. With Jeff’s first attempt to cop a feel, Amy knew it was time to explain her virginity. He laughed. At first Amy figured he, like Tom, didn’t believe her; then he revealed that Tom was telling anyone who asked that, “You were `okay, not the best, but okay.’ Look, Amy, the guy’s a legend in his own mind. If he admitted he didn’t score with you, his reputation would be ruined!” “That bastard! So he’s telling people we did it? That SOB!” “Now I didn’t say that. His exact words were, `She’s okay, got’s some moves, not the best, but okay.’ Now that’s not explicitly saying you two… you know, did it!” “Only moves he saw from me was my knee in his groin, then the side of his head! That SOB!” Jeff laughed. Amy studied him. “Aren’t you upset? I mean, if you asked me out expecting…” “Relax, you’re safe with me… I say he had it coming. Damn, I’d like to have seen that!” “I guess I should be grateful he didn’t blab I was a frigid fish! Sometimes this virginity shit is a social stigma!” “Well, we can cure that easy enough!” Her look made him rethink that. “Sorry! Couldn’t resist! Some guys gunna be a lucky SOB on his wedding night.” Amy leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you!” He held her face in his hands and kissed her lightly on the lips, “Your secrets safe.”

He released her with a smile. “Hay, you want to get to Tom’s head?” She brightened at the question. “Go out with me again. When he asks –and he will– I’ll say something like `You’re right, Tom! She’s got some excellent moves!’ And if he presses the issue, I’ll say, `Hay Tom, you know a gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell!’ and I won’t, but the fact that we’re going out again will drive him crazy! `Sides, I bet we can have some fun together, NO PRESSURE, honest!” Amy liked it. By their third date she also liked Jeff. He didn’t pressure her. They necked, petted some. Jeff let Amy set the pace. She really was very passionate. By their 6th date Amy wondered if she was going to be able to keep her promise. Not because Jeff was pressuring her; her own body was. Amy made a very conscious decision. She called Jeff and asked if they could go for a walk. “Jeff, you’ve been super. It’s not fair to you, I know. If half the lines I heard over the years about what it does to a guy not to… you know… have an orgasm after being aroused is true, then you’ve been hurting some.” “That’s assuming you’ve aroused me.” Amy studied his face until he couldn’t keep it straight any more. Slapping his arm playfully, Amy said, “You bum! I may be a virgin, but I’m not totally naive! I guess I’m saying that maybe I haven’t been totally fair to you.” “Amy, is this some graceful way of telling me you don’t want to see me any more? Before you answer, let me say that we HAVE accomplished what we set out to do; Tom’s squirming every time I see him. I’m not admitting anything, and he isn’t either. It’s great!”

“Oh, I know! He won’t even look at me when we pass on campus… “But, no, a let down is not what this is about. I want to see you now because I like you. I have since the beginning. Those necking sessions were not part of an act to get back at Tom. I hope they weren’t for you…” “They weren’t! You’re a great gal! Like I said our first date: `Some guy’s gunna be a lucky SOB on his wedding night.’ So, where was this conversation headed when you started it?” “Well, what I’ve decided –and I wanted to tell you now instead of in the heat of some necking session– is that I know there are… things we can do… ah, that, ah… well, you know… that won’t take my virginity in a technical way, but won’t leave you with… what do they call them?…” “Blue balls?” Amy nodded. Jeff laughed. “Amy, I don’t think I’m going to shock you when I say that I have, after several of our dates, done exactly what I hope you have: I’ve masturbated to relieve the sexual tension.” Amy blushed. “Me?” They looked at each other. Amy was the first to break. She laughed falling into his arms. Finally when their laughter subsided enough, Amy looked up into Jeff’s blue eyes with her own green ones and said, “Can we do each other? Would you teach me? Without taking my virginity?” “Madam, it would be an honor and extreme pleasure!” Before the evening was over Amy had discovered new realms of pleasure. She discovered she loved to have her breasts suckled and that someone else’s fingers felt much better on your clitoris than your own.

She also held a real live penis for the first time. “It’s so BIG!” she exclaimed as they set on the edge of his bed. “Well, I’m glad your impressed, but honestly, it’s not much bigger than average. An old girl friend measured it once: 6-3/4 inches; average is between 5-1/2 to 6-1/2 or so they say.” “Was she a virgin? Did it hurt her? I’m sorry, that’s not fair to ask about your former girl friends.” Amy was slowly stroking his shaft with her palm, unsure how to handle it. “It’s ok. It’s not like you know Karen or anything. She was my high-school steady. And yeah, it hurt a little the first time, I guess. They say it usually does, but she was ready… and came back for more. Sorry, that sounded a little crude….And Amy, it’s ok to wrap your fingers around it….Yeah, that’s it.” “What became of her? If that’s too nosy…” “It’s ok. She went to a different college; wants to be a nurse. We agreed it was unrealistic to not date others. We still write and are close… friends; you know. You’re a natural at that.” “What? Oh!” She’d been stroking his cock up and down quite handily. “It’s neat! Kind’a hot! It’s hard to imagine a girl taking on one much bigger… How big do they come any way?” “I assume you mean size?” Amy gave him a what-else-is-there look, then blushed. “Well, I’ve seen a few prono movies that had guys 9, maybe 10 inches. I’ve heard rumors of 12, but that’s likely just bragging or exaggeration.” “Holy shit! I can’t imagine!” “Now remember, babies manage the passage, so I think things are fairly malleable in there.” Amy blushed again, thinking about –and picturing Jeff thinking about– her own internal female anatomy. “Yeah, but they say child birth is the most painful of natural human experiences!” “I wouldn’t argue against that… Amy, do you want to get each other off? If you do, we need to get more comfy, and agree not to talk about old girl friends, Tom, female capacity, or big cocks… Well, I guess the later would be ok if it helps feed a fantasy you have and that helps you get over the top.” Amy knew exactly what he meant. Jeff was removing his clothes, all of them. “Sorry, I was just curious I guess.” Jeff got into his bed.

Amy stole a few glances at his manhood before he covered himself to the waist. Her own blouse was open, bra undone and jean shorts unzipped. She felt clumsy. “Can I keep my panties on? I’d be more comfortable, I think.” “Sure, but you’ve got to trust me and relax. I won’t do anything to pop your cherry as the saying goes. You’ve got me almost as committed to your promise to your dad as you are!” Amy leaned over and kissed him. “Do you need help undressing?” His hands helped her remove her blouse and bra. She did her own jean shorts and spun around into the invitation of raise covers Jeff gave her. Discovery number 17 (or there about): Naked bodies feel REALLY good against each other! “You left your socks on.” Jeff said as she rubbed her feet on his lower legs. “Cold feet I guess.” Jeff smiled at all the meanings that could be placed to that. “Let me see if I can warm you.” His kiss was gentle. “You are special, Amy!” She melted. Amy’s kiss back was more urgent. “I’ve never trusted a guy like I do you!” Soon they were lost in passionate kisses with lots of tongue exploration. Jeff moved to her neck and then her breasts. Amy’s nipples were hard and standing out almost half an inch. Soon she could take no more of that and pulled Jeff up so she could reach his manhood that was leaving wet trails around her thighs.

 Quickly the urgency of each was matched by the mutual manipulation of the other’s genitalia. Jeff fought the temptation to use his fingers IN her; he concentrated on her clit, making only teasing forays gently up and down her slit occasionally for lubrication –it was spread nicely. Amy was soon beside herself, lost in the undiscovered feelings rushing through her. Her passion feed Jeff’s and he wished he’d thought to bring a hand towel. With his free hand he was able to reach for a handful of tissue in time; glad he was using his trapped hand on her clit. Amy didn’t even notice; she was gone, having fallen over the mountain! It had never felt like this under her own hand. Jeff was relieved she’d made it before his own release into the tissue. Amy had gotten clumsy at the last but that was understandable and he was past the point of no return. Jeff took his hand from her panties and wrapped it around her neck and down her back. Amy saw him remove the wad of tissue as she caught her breath on his chest. She was a little disappointed he’d spent in a tissue; her curiosity about the much giggled about male ejaculate would have to wait another time. She smiled a little to herself as she felt his shaft match what she herself felt at that instant: a luxurious going limp sensation. Amy knew there would be more times with Jeff if she had her way. She gave his shaft a last affectionate squeeze and pulled her hand up his taut abdomen, stopping to play with his chest curls in front of her own nose. “Well, was it good for you, Amy?” She purred, “Ummmm! You know it was! And you?” “No blue balls tonight!” “Next time, will you show me what to do with your…your cum?” “Ummm!” Jeff decided to let that wait until then. “I’m glad you want a next time!” “Do you think this is violating my promise to my dad?” “I’m sure there are some who would argue that you’re violating the intent of his requirement of you. But I doubt a loving dad would deny his girl –at age 19– the right to explore and discover her body and it’s pleasures so she’ll be better prepared for that special night.” “I like that line of thought, Jeff!” Amy almost said, `I love you,’ but didn’t; what if he didn’t feel the same. Jeff smiled. He would have said more, but he was unsure how Amy really felt about him. Was he just a convenient, nonthreatening guy that had stumbled into a way to help her get back at a jerk? And was he now simply being used for a little sex ed? He’d already been rather hurt by a separation from his first love. He’d just hold it close a while and enjoy things with Amy as they came along. And come along they did.

 On their 3rd session, the following week, Amy took off her panties before swinging herself under the covers. “Kept your socks, huh?” “I thought maybe you’d like to take them off of me!” “Well, the panties might have been more fun, but hay!” And with that he’d pulled the sheet over his head and was literally diving for her feet. Amy laughed and squirmed her legs in mock attempt at escape, being careful not to kick at anything important. Jeff made quick work of her socks and was kissing around her feet and ankles. She had dainty feet. He liked that. He kissed his way up, giving both legs equal attention. Ever modest, Amy held her legs tightly together, her hips turned to the side away from him. He still kissed each thigh, just below her hips, his breath hot on her pubic area.

“OH! She IS a natural red head!” “With my eyes, fair skin and freckles, did you have any doubt?” “No!” He kissed her lower abdomen just above her sparse light red triangle. She watched this hunched over mountain under the sheet, knowing his face was inches from her pussy. He pulled her pelvis flat on the bed and kissed the inside curve of her pelvis at each thigh. Amy tensed. “Come here so I can feel you.” “Not through here yet. Trust me, Amy.” The last said with such confidence and certainty, it was the most natural thing, when he nudged her knees apart, to let her legs fall open, any pretense of resistance gone. His first lick and kiss were little more than a hot breath. Amy’s hands clutched the sheet to her chest as her legs fill open even more. “What are you doing to me?” her words broken, almost a whisper. “Relax. My tongue won’t break it.” Jeff smiled to himself as he maneuvered between her legs. He’d never eaten a virgin before. He and Karen had lost their virginity together a week before they tired oral sex for the first time. He could tell before his first taste Amy was sweet! Amy couldn’t believe how rapidly the heat spread throughout her pelvis, loins, and rest of her being. If her orgasms by digital manipulation had been like a slow climb up a mountain to be released on the far side, this was like an accelerating ski lift, her release at the yet unseen peak seeming to approach so rapidly there was no sense of control what so ever.

 She remembered saying, “What are you doing to me?” yet again. Jeff lifted his mouth from its work and asked in return, “Do you want me to stop?” Her answer left no doubt: She threw the sheet off her overheated body and grabbed both sides of his blonde head, pulling it firmly back to what he’d started. She looked before the sparklers started going off and saw Jeff’s nose parting her red curls and could see a smile in his eyes. Her head feel back, eyes closed, as her body was racked by explosion after explosion! That release on at the mountain top was on a giant sky jump that hurtled her into space. She heard a scream and another, then Jeff saying “Shhhh! Amy! The buildings gunna think you’re dieing!” Her hands left Jeff’s head and covered her own mouth to stifle the last wail that she couldn’t keep from escaping. Thankfully, Jeff’s mouth had returned to its task. Or had her pussy returned to his mouth? She became aware that her pelvis was lifted off the bed, turned to one side and that one leg had Jeff in a rather effective head lock.

 Her other leg was draped across his back. Biting her knuckle, Amy opened her eyes to see this contorted position her body had assumed. She was please to see Jeff was still conscious and breathing… and still had a smile in his eyes. As she took several slow deep breaths, Amy untangled her legs from Jeff, releasing his head. He gave a final gentle kiss at the top of her slit as he lowered her hips to his mattress. Amy’s body jerked in an aftershock, bringing smiles to both their faces. “Holy shit! What was that you did to me?” Jeff raised his brows as he crawled up next to her, not quite believing she didn’t have a general knowledge of oral sex if not the carnal kind. “That my dear lady, was cunnilingus, i.e.: oral sex, male on female style!” “So that’s what that’s about!” “You like?” “Did I embarrass myself?” “Only if security busts in here in the next few minutes to see who was being attacked!” “Well, I think a girl could get hooked on that!” “I’ll take that as a compliment!” “You should!…Ah… I’ve heard there’s a female on male version of that. Is that something you would… ah, enjoy… you know, enjoy me doing to you?” “It’s called felatio. And yes, I would enjoy it very much, but only if you want to do it. I mean, don’t feel obligated just because I did you…” “Enough of that. I want to. I want you to teach me!” Amy was already scooting down to lean across his loins. She’d grown comfortable with his organ in the past week, handling it like a pro; she smiled as she wrapped her hand around it. “Looks like he’s excited about the prospect of being in my mouth.” “That’s true, but he also liked it when my mouth was eating your pussy!” “Really! Do all guys like that?” “Amy, I can’t say that. But I think most do. Those that don’t, either haven’t tried it, choose their partner poorly, or are dumb.” “Does it taste bad?” “Which? Pussy or cock?” “Oh, sorry. Pussy.” “I can’t vouch for all, but I’d say if hygiene has been reasonable; no. I thought you were VERY sweet! I sure enjoyed doing you very much.” “Thank you!” “On the other hand, not all gals like doing it to guys.” “I know that. Some of the gals talk about it.” “I’d like to be a mouse for that conversation. What do they say?”

“Some carry on that it’s so nasty they’d never do it! Others say they love it! One gal says she likes it better than intercourse, but only if the guys doing her too! I can understand that, based on what you did to me!…What do I do?” “Jesss! I’ve never given lessons before… treat it like a ice-cream cone part of the time, then a pop-sickle.” Jeff used the towel to wipe away the pearly drop that Amy had been watching get bigger. She was a little disappointed. He kind’a left the hand towel –like they’d been keeping handy for each session– where she could get it easily. Was he merely considerate or was it expected she’d finish him in the towel? She hoped he’d provide instruction later. Amy gently kissed it on the side under the crown.

She was a little surprised by the softness of the outer skin and it’s heat. She tested the taste with a few swipes around the head, treating it as he said: like an ice-cream cone. Jeff’s groan communicated his pleasure thus far. Amy tried to distinguish its taste from the rest of him; it was subtle if there at all. Amy tested her ability to take it in her mouth by covering the crown. She was careful to cover her teeth with her lips; she let her tongue lave back and forth across the crown. Jeff groaned again. Amy noted the contrasting feel of the soft outer skin and firm texture of the underling tissue. Amy’s hand began to take part also. Jeff hadn’t told her to, but it seemed to come naturally after their week of manual stimulation. Adding a slight sucking to the cock head also seemed natural; Amy wondered if it was Jeff’s pop sickle analogy or something more primitive. More groaning from Jeff. Amy forced her lips down past the ridge of the crown. Jeff groaned. Her mouth seemed to be open so far it hurt a little. She allowed her lips to slide off her teeth; this was a little easier, but she didn’t want to bite him. Amy allowed her mouth to assume the same tempo as her hand around his shaft. Amy heard a whimper; it was her own. Her pulse rate had risen also.

As Amy got past the mechanics of the process she was discovering that it was exciting in its own way. This was, after all, a rather intimate way to show affection for the male organ… and the male attached to it. Or was it visa versa? Amy decided it really didn’t matter; with Jeff, she felt it was becoming a focus on the male himself, as opposed to the organ itself. But it did occur to her that the act was exciting enough, she could see how it could be done for the organ itself, and the rush it provided the doer. All of these thoughts spinning around in her head as she picked up a rhythmic bobbing motion, taking a little more shaft in her mouth. “Amy, not quite so much teeth, Sweety. You’re doing great though!” “Oh, I sorry! It gets a little hard to keep my mouth open far enough I can protect you from my teeth with my lips.” “It’s ok to graze the shaft some with your teeth. It’s even ok to nibble a little but not while you’re… you know, moving up and down.” Amy had been testing the taste while she took a break from sucking to talk to him. She realized her mouth –and looking at his shaft, it too– was wetter, slipperier than spittle alone would explain. She deduced that the fluid she’d watch form that droplet had continued to leak. She licked and smacked her lips a little; she decided it tasted good. “I’ll try to do better.” Jeff chuckled a little, then groaned his approval as Amy once again wrapped her lips around his cock head. She did do better this time. Soon Jeff’s breathing as elevated along with his pulse rate.

Amy wasn’t unaroused herself; her own breathing got deeper as she worked on the rhythm of breathing and the bobbing action on his shaft, while preventing her teeth from doing more than lightly grazing his shaft. And she had this urge to use a hand on her own pussy, especially that sweet spot Jeff had helped her get much better acquainted with. But she didn’t. Instead she decided to concentrate on Jeff’s responses; learn to read him. There was so much to read: his breathing, facial expressions, subtle movements and squirmings of his hips, grunts and groans, muscle tension in his thighs, and what he was doing with his hands. Sometimes his hands clutched at the bed covers, sometimes rested or slowly stroked his chest or abdomen, but what Amy liked the best was when he stroked her hair or the side of her face. Amy was picking up the speed now having fallen into a comfortable rhythm and keying on Jeff’s arousal.

Amy new it was getting close. She wished he would give her some instruction about his ejaculate; what was the proper etiquette? Jeff’s hand moved the cloth toward her right before he announced, “I’m close, Amy! So close; don’t stop yet. Keep jacking it! Oh god!” Amy took the cloth from him; if that was the proper thing to do, at least she was going to control it and finally get a look at what happened when a guy came! “Yes! Here it cums! Aaaaggghhhhhh!” Amy had neatly arranged the cloth on his abdomen to catch his ejaculate and then gasped as the first two pulses shot past it up on to his chest. Her eyes were wide as she watched from just to the side. She could almost hear it squirt and splat. As the third surging rope shot out of his slit Amy had aimed it down more almost flattening the shaft against his abdomen. It was however more a function of the diminishing spurts that caused it to land on the cloth, rather than her aim. Jeff’s hand intervened and elevated his cock to about a 70 degree angle.

Amy saw the last of his spurts arc 1 or 2 inches before landing on the cloth, then a dribble that quickly spread through her fingers wrapped around the shaft. “Wow! There’s so much of it! Sorry I made a mess; I didn’t know!” “Wow’s what I say! Sorry, I should have warned you better.” “No, it was neat really! Do all guys come that much?” “Jess… I don’t know; maybe a little less, a little more, about the same I guess!” Amy had finally gotten her look at male ejaculate. Based on what she heard she had expected it to be whiter and less… lumpy. She had an urge to taste it, but Jeff was already cleaning it up with the towel. Amy sensed a certain level of self-consciousness in Jeff. “Are you ok? I mean YOU act embarrassed about your cum. I thought embarrassment was my job!” “No I’m not! I mean,…well maybe a little. Who said you had an exclusive on embarrassment?” “I didn’t mean anything by it… beyond, relax, you’ve sure brought me along… Or did I do something wrong? Besides lousy aim and underestimating its range?” “NO! You’re fine!…It’s just an intimate thing, you know your cum.” “You know what? I think this whole sex thing is full of intimate potholes. Look at me earlier, shirking loud enough to peel paint! Let’s make a deal: no embarrassment from now on. And we need to be able to talk about anything.” Jeff wondered who was instructor and who was student. “Deal!” Jeff got a warm wash rag to finish cleaning himself and included a gentle wipe to Amy’s crotch. She thought it more a nice gesture than a necessary one.

As he finished, Jeff said, “One of the things we should probably talk about is that next week is the last we’ll have before summer break.” “I know, and of course it’s finals week, cramming and all. Think we can make some time? You know, therapy to lower tension levels during finals week couldn’t hurt, right?” Jeff couldn’t help but chuckle a little. For a virgin, Amy was proving to be very sexual indeed. “Sounds like a plan to me!… But Amy, I guess I was needing to talk beyond next week a little.” “Well, I assumed you’re going home. What is it? 6 – 7 hour drive?” “A fairly honest 8 hours actually. And you’re, what, 45 minutes the other direction? Wish I lived that close.” Jeff handed Amy some of her clothes and began putting his own on. “We won’t see each other over the summer, well we?” Amy said with a pout. “We can write and talk on the phone though. Have you got a summer job lined up?” “Probably work at the city pool again. You?” “Back with my cousin doing landscaping likely….Amy… there’s something else… You know Karen and I write… In her last letter she said she really missed me and wanted us to get together over the summer.” Amy took a deep breath and sat back on the bed.

She suddenly felt naked and clutched her blouse to her chest. “You still love her, don’t you?” “There’s still a lot of feelings there. I’m telling you because I think it’s important for us to be honest.” “Thanks. I appreciate that. Really….And I knew I had no claim on you.” Jeff sat and took her hand. “Is it ok to be a little jealous of Karen? I mean, that is being honest right?” “Well, there’s nothing to be jealous of yet.” Amy knew he meant in the physical, problem was she meant the emotional: the love. “Would it have made a difference if…we’d gone all the way?” “That kind of `what if’ probably isn’t fair or valid. I know this, if we had, you’d be upset with yourself and probably with me for breaking your promise to your dad. I doubt we could have handled that in the long term. You are very special to me, Amy! Exactly as you are! If you weren’t special I wouldn’t feel such a need to be honest.” Jeff had started helping her dress. Amy tried to put forward a stiff upper lip. “So, does this mean we’re divorced or can we go do some pizza? I’ll buy!” “How could I turn that down! And no, it means nothing more than what I’ve told you. There’s no promises made between Karen and I. It may not work out at all; we’re not the same teen-agers that went off to different schools 2 years ago.”

The thought of finals week without Jeff and his sex ed classes was so depressing to Amy, she took Jeff a copy of her finals schedule and they made a schedule of their own. They were going to have 3 sessions and Amy decided to put the summer out of her mind, best she could, finals were distracting enough. She would just exist from one test to the next and one session to the next with Jeff. The first session with Jeff was Monday night. It was almost a repeat of their first oral session, except she did him first. She actually liked that even more, as doing him really turned her on somehow. Amy finished Jeff into the towel without making a mess. She immediately wondered what it would be like to finish him in her mouth; she remembered the strength of it as it was hurled upward. Jeff was running late for their second session; It was on Tuesday. When they looked at the clock Amy know there wasn’t time to relieve both of them. “Sense we’re so rushed, how about I just do you?” “That wouldn’t be fair. Wait, I know! We’ll do each other! 69!” “69? That’s where we get…?” Amy’s hands were flying madly trying to say in gestures what her mouth couldn’t get out. “That’s correct, and you’ll be on top!” Amy liked that! It would have been funny to watch: clothes were flying as they prepared themselves. It almost became a race. Even though she was going to be on top, Amy made a giggling finish of getting on the bed first. Jeff protested, “That’s not fare, you cheated, you left your soaks on!” He stood at the edge of the bed, his hands on his hips and his rigid member bobbing in front of him. “But I thought you liked to take them off?” Amy got on her hands and crawled the foot necessary to reach his cock with her mouth. “Oh my! Find something you want?”

Amy moaned her agreement. Jeff thought, `Yes, for a virgin this gal is HOT!’ then said, “Well, let me get down and get to you!” Amy guided him to the mattress under her, glad he in turn guided her legs to each side and her pelvis to his face. Amy looked up at the clock; they had 22 minutes before her next final was scheduled to start and it was a 5 minute walk. Give 5 minutes to dress and groom; this needed to be fast! Amy got right to work. Jeff did too. He was amazed at how wet she was. Not another word was spoken as they climbed the mountain together. The sound and rhythm of their breathing and groans of arousal the only gauge of their progress. If there was ever a case of a clear goal pursued by mutual, maximum effort, this was it! The obvious arousal of the other feed their own! Amy was sensing Jeff’s approach as well as her own. Just as he swelled a little, but noticeable degree, several things happened:

Amy knew she was about to get her first taste of male cum, that triggered her own orgasmic rush, then Jeff was shoving a handful of tissues in her face. Amy was thankful she was crashing in her own orgasm as she dealt with the intruder. He must not want it in my mouth she told herself as she covered the end of his swollen shaft with the tissue. She held his shaft tightly to her check and felt it pulse into the tissue; she was a little disappointed her mouth wasn’t receiving his seed. They coasted back down together. Amy was still amazed at how Jeff’s shaft began to deflate almost immediately. She looked up at the clock. Three minutes to spare. As she lifted her weight from him Amy said, “Wow! Is their a record for speed in getting each other off? We just did it in 9 minutes!” “I don’t know of an official record, but my guess is that it would be measured in seconds instead of minutes.” “Oh my god! I can’t imagine. Some of my girl friends talk about guys cumming that fast, but I’ve never heard of a gal cumming that quickly!” “Oh, the gal too?! We’ll yeah, I guess that is different. I mean she’d need to be ready…you know, before they start.” They were already getting Amy dressed; Jeff helped because she was the one in a rush. Amy brushed her hair as she said, “Jeff, Thursday won’t be as rushed will it? It would be nice if we could make our last time before summer break extra special!” “I’ll be done at 4, so as far as I’m concerned we’d have all night if we need it.” Amy’s pussy twitched a little at the thought. “And I’m through at 3! I like it already!…Got to run!” She leaned over and kissed Jeff still on his bed. She could taste herself on his mouth. She once again almost said, `I love you!’ but didn’t.

Jeff flopped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. His head and heart spun as he worked over his situation. Karen’s recent letters made it clear she wished to get together with him as soon as they each got home for summer break. He felt deeply for Amy and didn’t want to hurt her. Whatever their last night together brought Jeff was determined to make sure Amy didn’t have any heartbreaking expectations as they parted for the summer. As Amy made her way for her biology final she realized she could still taste Jeff in her mouth. She curiously didn’t regret not having cleaned her mouth. Amy decided whatever their last night together brought she was determined to taste Jeff completely. Amy was waiting at 4 on Thursday for Jeff on the steps to his building. She took his hand and they kissed. Amy started to go in, but Jeff pulled her back a second. “Amy, I’m starved! How about some pizza?”

As they walked to the pizza parlor they talked about finals and how they thought they were doing. Jeff was amazed that Amy didn’t feel the need to cram and felt she was getting straight A’s. Well she always did. Amy flirted constantly as they waited for the pizza. Jeff finally said, “Amy there’s something I wanted to talk with you about…” “I kind’a wanted to talk with you too….You first.” “You know I think your special. Some guys gunna be…” “…a lucky SOB, I know!” Amy almost said, I wish you’d be that SOB. “Well, if that’s so, it’ll be at least partially do to your excellent instruction!…But Jeff,…you mean more to me than that.” “And you do to me too!…That’s why I’ve got to be honest… I don’t know how things are gunna work out back home….You know, with Karen… I just didn’t want you…If she wants to –and I think she does– I’m going to see her romantically again. I owe it to myself. Given the feelings I had and still have for her, if I didn’t, I’d always wonder….None of that diminishes how I feel about you, but like I said, I owe it to you to be honest.” “I appreciate that. You are special. You’ll always be special to me. I mean, you have in every way but the act itself been the one to take my virginity… I think I’ll always remember you as my first.” Jeff smiled. “Can we say, `I was almost your first’?” “I guess. Jeff,…now I’m wondering if it would have been different if we… you know: had gone ALL the way?” “That’s a tough question, Amy. Probably not fair to either of us. We’ve shared some extremely intimate moments. I don’t know if that final act would have separated me from my feelings for Karen or not. You’re a very passionate woman. I’d prefer not to compare you two on that level.” “I guess it’s something I’ll always wonder about.” “Don’t make it sound so final. I’ll let you know how things are going. Stay in touch, if it’s ok with you. And I’d like to know how you’re doing. I just don’t want you waiting for me with any unrealistic expectations… you know, before you see someone else.” “I hope we can stay close. You are special to me. Can we go…?” “As long as you promise not to try to lose your virginity to me today. –My god! I can’t believe what I just said!” “Jeff I’ll renew that promise I made to my dad to you right now: I’ll be a virgin on my wedding night! I hope who ever I marry is as sweet as you!…I really do want to go to your room though… That’s what I wanted to talk with you about… I do want to do something I haven’t done yet…” “What’s that, Amy?” “Jeff, would it be bad if I wanted to taste you… your cum?” “You mean would it taste bad?” “No, would it make me a bad girl?” “Goodness no!” “Then how come you haven’t let me… You’ve always got that damn towel so close at hand.” “I’m sorry, I… I just… I mean I didn’t want to force… would never force anyone… But hay! If you’d like to! Jess, Amy, there probably isn’t a bigger compliment to a guy’s sexuality!” For Amy the pizza couldn’t get done fast enough. And once it arrived, couldn’t get eaten fast enough. Somehow as they made their way back across compass, hand-in-hand, both Amy and Jeff knew this would be the last time they would be together intimately. Amy refused to let that feeling make her morose. Jeff was also relieved. It wasn’t easy to ease out of a relationship like this, strange as it was, and he’d actually expected there wouldn’t be any intimacy at all this evening once he’d told her about Karen and his plans. Back in his room there was no rush. Amy finally let Jeff take her panties off of her. He made a big production out of it, kneeling on the floor by his bed and finishing with his face in her very wet virginal pussy. He left her socks on; she thought that was sweet. Amy didn’t let Jeff take her to orgasm… not yet.

She took Jeff’s hand and guided him to change places with her. Now she got to take his briefs off of him. Jeff touched her check gently as she welcomed him into her mouth. “Don’t you want to 69?” “I want it this way first! Will you still do me after?” “Absolutely! Oh yeah! And Aammmmmyyyyyy, you’re getting gooood! Really good!” She was going after his cock like she did the pizza earlier. Amy smiled to herself as she sucked him in. `He may not want to compare Karen and I on this level, but I’ll give him something to measure against, just in case it ever comes up!’ And it was certainly up right now. Jeff felt it building. There is something psychological about knowing a sweet sexy gal, sucking your cock, is doing so because she wants to taste you –wants your juice in her mouth. Those types of blow jobs are rare, at least in Jeff’s experience –knowing from the get-go that she wants your cum in her mouth. What if she didn’t follow through? He hadn’t gotten a towel this time; not after Amy’s complaint about `that damn towel’ earlier. No, Amy would just have to deal with it herself. Jeff wondered if he was going to cum too soon to suit. But Amy was going after it like it was her last meal. Maybe it would be her last with him. Amy was a little amazed at how aroused this act was making her! Sure he had her aroused before she started, but this was really turning her on; going for the juice! She felt like a simple touch between her legs would have pushed her over. Or even rubbing her legs together. She wanted to maintain more control than that. And talk about control, what was Jeff holding back for? Amy thought he was getting close several times; his squirming, breathing, even the swelling in his shaft indicated he was close! But no, he didn’t squirt. Jeff was beginning to wonder if he could do it: cum in her mouth. Watching her red hair and green eyes, her stretched lips, spittle dripping from her chin and running down his shaft, and her concave checks were all urging him to pop. But it just wouldn’t happen. As much as he wanted it, as much as she wanted it, something in his head wouldn’t let it go. Damn he was close! Amy began stopping every so often. It looked like her jaw hurt a little and it did. That didn’t help Jeff any.

On her pauses Amy started to beg, “Cum for me, Jeff!” Suck awhile. “Cum on! Squirt in my mouth!” Suck some more. “I want to taste it!” Jeff closed his eyes; maybe that would help. He listened to her urgings. “Let it go! Fill my mouth! I want it!” Jeff felt Amy was beginning to get frustrated; he knew he was! “Let me help, Amy. You’re working too hard!” He wrapped his own hand around his cock. She didn’t relinquish it from her own, just let them overlap. He started jacking off. Amy accepted his offer and quit sucking so much, resting a little with her mouth at his crown. She would occasionally slip her tongue under his cock head or make a swipe across his still leaking slit. Sometimes she would purse her lips as if puckering for a kiss, and just let his hand motions move his cock head around on her lips. This went on for some time. Just as Jeff was beginning to wish he could last this long with conventional coitus it happened! Almost with no warning. “Oh, god! Amyiiiii! Here it isssss!” She opened wide to received her prize. She whimpered and closed her mouth over the end of his pulsing shaft. She felt it splashing at the back of her mouth and on her tongue. She felt her mouth fill with his thick seed. She felt herself cum! Without being touched she convulsed with orgasmic release as she swallowed his warm juice. Amy purred as she nuzzled onto his spending shaft. A contented smile filled both their faces as his cock went limp in her nursing mouth. Jeff pulled Amy up to snuggle with him. “Well, was it terrible?” She smacked her lips. “Yes, It was terrible… Terrible you made me wait until our last evening together! I came.” “You what?” “I came without even touching myself!” “Wow! Does that mean I don’t get to eat you again?” “That means you’re gun’na have to wait a few minutes….Will you recover so we can…69?” “You want some more?” Amy nodded `yes’ into his chest. “I’ll take that as the ultimate compliment!” “You may!” Amy and Jeff 69′d again. They missed simultaneous orgasms by about 30 seconds. Amy made it first. In fact she peaked again as Jeff fucked into her mouth at his own release. The following day Jeff helped Amy load her car. They held each other silently at his, both fighting tears. With promises to write and call they kissed a last time. Jeff saw her in his rear-view-mirror as he drove away; her hand was at her mouth swallowing her tears. Amy sat under a tree until she felt composed enough to start her 45 minute drive home. She tried to put up a strong front when Jeff told her during his calls of the progress of his relationship with Karen. And she wasn’t surprised when he told her he wouldn’t be coming back to school; he was going to finish at a college near Karen’s. As Amy cried herself to sleep that night, she couldn’t help but wonder how differently things might have turned out if it wasn’t for that promise to her dad…

 ”Three hundred bucks an hour? I gotta be out of my everlovin’ mind!” Yet here he was, sitting in the waiting room. Waiting. Vic had arrived twenty minutes early for his appointment. “Mr. Victor?” The middle-aged woman in a crisp nurse’s uniform ushered him into the dimly lit room. The only furniture was a low, vinyl-covered padded table. There were what looked like television screens mounted on two of the walls. “You are to undress while you await Mistress Domina,” she told him. The door shut with a barely audible click, and he was alone. This was his first visit to a real live dominatrix. He had heard crazy stories about what went on in their chambers (dungeons?) — stories of clients being subject to extremes of degradation and humiliation. Whippings, torture, insertion of unusual objects into various body orifices, and even worse. Much worse. There was a shabby terrycloth bathrobe hanging on a hook beside the table. He pulled it on.

 Underneath he was naked. The door opened. Mistress Domina — “DOE-meen-ah,” she pronounced it — was wearing a tight black elastic bodysuit. Tall and classically voluptuous, she even verged on chubby. Wire-rimmed glasses incongruously gave her the look of an old-fashioned schoolmarm. She was leafing through various papers on a clipboard. “Your file lists your treatment plan as exploring extreme variations of anal sex, but with only a mild degree of humiliation, and minimizing pain where possible. Pity. One of our specialties is training and severe discipline, but we *always* cater to our clients’ needs. “Due to the nature of your particular program, you will require cleansing enemas in preparation for each session. In future visits, our medical staff will administer these. Today, however, I will handle this, as it will permit me to assess the physical health and capacity of the relevant parts of your anatomy — the lower colon, rectum, and anal sphincter.” Vic lay facedown on the padded table. Nylon straps locked his arms and legs rigidly in place. A rubber hose ran upward from the crevice of his buttocks to the large enema bottle dispensing a cloudy amber liquid into his lower intestine. “This is a mild Castile soap and mineral oil solution. You should not find it unduly irritating, but it *will* most effectively accomplish its purpose of thoroughly purging your large intestine. We will follow up with two rinsings of distilled water.

You are expected to retain the solution within your colon for ten minutes, at which time I will release the restraints and permit you to use the bathroom facilities.” What a relief it was to dump the liquid contents of his colon in a single, smelly, explosive burst! Perched on the toilet, Vic mulled over what awaited him for the remainder of the two-hour (six hundred dollar!) session. Preliminary dilation, Mistress Domina had called it. Now he was standing, bent forward over the padded table. His arms stretched out at an angle past his head. Straps buckled around the wrists held him firmly in place. His chin sank into the soft pillow under his chin. “If you will look upward and a bit toward your right, Mr. Victor, you will be able to follow our progress on the video monitor.” Mistress Domina was examining what appeared to be a rather large corkscrew device with a handle on its end.

“This is a Type IV Orifice Spreader. Practitioners in our field consider it superior to a medical speculum for stretching and expanding the anal orifice. From its small rounded insertion tip, it gradually tapers outward into a cone as we move toward the base. There is a wide spiraling screw thread running diagonally along its surface to engage the ring of muscle at the entrance of the anus. The crank on the end permits the operator to rotate the device, with the net result that it actually screws into the recipient. The net result is to gently but inexorably enlarge and loosen the anal sphincter. For our first session, we will content ourself with a modest gain in aperture.” “Screwed by a corkscrew,” Vic was thinking as Mistress Domina introduced the tip of the thing into him. It felt rather like a small dildo as it penetrated about an inch deep, just past the anal ring. “So far, so good,” he mumbled. He was starting to get an erection. Now there was slight sideward pressure, and he began to feel the stretch as Mistress twisted the crank. It was advancing deeper into his rectum, and widening him sideways.

There was little friction, due to the lube applied to the spiral threads. He watched on the video monitor, fascinated and disbelieving, as about a third of its length disappeared into him, and he stretched, stretched, and *stretched*. He felt as wide as a railway tunnel, and it was starting to get distinctly uncomfortable. “Seven inch depth and two inch width,” Mistress Domina announced, then she slapped him on the right butt cheek. “Now we disengage.” Vic could feel his sphincter relax and spring back as the corkscrew untwisted and unscrewed out of him. “Ten minute rest period before the final phase of this session,” Mistress said. The door clicked shut and Vic was alone, standing, bent forward over the table, still held in place by wrist restraints. He closed his eyes and dozed off. . . . . . . and awoke as he felt something inserting into him. Into his anus again. Looking at the video monitor, he saw Mistress Domina penetrating him with something protruding from a black harness she was wearing around her hips. A dildo. A very large dildo. The corkscrew treatment must have loosened him quite a bit. He didn’t feel any discomfort at full penetration. How deep? At least six inches. Now she was vigorously pumping in and out.

Mistress was fucking him. Fucking him in the ass. Half an hour later, Vic was driving home. He felt exhausted, utterly and completely drained. Well, why not? He had climaxed twice during the “final phase” of his first treatment. There was still a pleasurable throbbing in his bowels. Mistress knew what she was doing, all right. Painless extreme anal — that was right on the money. He *had* to continue the “treatment.” It was the fulfillment of lifelong fantasies. Being dominated and being penetrated . . . simultaneously. There was only one small problem, though. How to pay for it. Six hundred per session was quite a bit more than he could afford. So, what were his options? Get a second job? Take another mortgage on his condo apartment? Borrow money from the loan sharks? None of those alternatives particularly appealed to him. Inspiration! Vic had once been quite an accomplished computer hacker. What if . . . what if he could figure out a way to electronically recover the money he paid for Mistress Domina’s services. Say, if he could access the house bank account on-line and drain some funds from it. Now *this* idea rang his chimes. While she was fucking him in *his* most intimate place, he could be fucking her right back in *hers* — in the pocketbook. This waiting was making him nuts. Waiting for his second session with Mistress, Vic was busy chewing his fingernails down to ragged nubs. Damn. They really ought to have a better selection of magazines for the waiting room. “House Beautiful” and “Woodworking Hobbyist” didn’t quite do it for him. “Mr. Victor — ” A different nurse this time. Younger, prettier. The room she admitted him into was likewise different. In addition to the familiar padded examination table there was an elaborate mechanical chair that appeared to have various devices built into it. It also had a sort of cutout in the center of the seat, toward the back. “If you will please disrobe, we will administer the series of preliminary enemas. Starting with this session, their purpose is not just internal cleansing, but increasing intestinal volume.

You will receive a full four quarts, and retain the solution for twenty minutes.” Twenty minutes! He could never hold it in that long. As it turned out, he could. If he had to. After the attractive nurse had filled him to bursting, he felt something expanding just inside his anus. “This special-purpose enema nozzle contains an inflating bladder to block the exit from your rectum.” In the video monitor he watched the nurse pump a small rubber bulb in her hand. “You will find yourself unable to expel any liquid, and attempts to do so will be futile and only cause increased discomfort. Bye. See you later.” The door shut behind her. Those were the longest twenty minutes of his life. Several times he thought his belly and guts were going to burst. Then he surrendered and gave himself over to the feeling. Totally distended inside, blown up like an overinflated balloon. Transformed into a human water container.

Yet, in the midst of his discomfort, he felt the stirrings of . . . lust. On his stomach on the padded table, arms and legs in restraints, pumped up with a solution of chemicals . . . his penis began hardening beneath him. He hadn’t even noticed that the nurse had returned. She was regarding him with a faint smile as she unbuckled the straps. “Through the door and to the left. Empty yourself in the sanitary facilities and be back here within ten minutes.” The following two rinse enemas were no big deal. He didn’t have to hold them in very long, and he enjoyed the sweet feeling of inner purification they left him with. “Welcome back, Mr. Victor.” Mistress Domina had entered. She dismissed the nurse. “We will employ a special-purpose Dilation Chair for this next stage of your treatment. Please sit down, if you will.” The chair was form-fitting and surprisingly comfortable, but he was held firmly in place after Mistress had strapped down his arms and legs. Yes, there was, in fact, a slot in the seat beneath him, lengthwise along the crack of his buttocks as he was positioned.

“Beneath the chair are various cylindrical penetration devices. The control panel permits me to insert these directly into your posterior through the opening in the seat. There are a number of options for manipulating and moving them inside your rectum after penetration. To minimize discomfort, all insertion devices are ergonomically designed and adequately lubricated. “We will begin with stretching and widening. This first insertion will be a combination speculum and dildo, a cylinder that screws apart and expands sideways to widen the anal entrance and the lower rectum. Prepare yourself.” There was a mechanical hum and Vic felt something pushing between and through his buttocks from below. Now it was pressing against his anal opening (“It’s going in right up through my asshole,” he was thinking). “Your cooperation is expected, Mr. Victor. Push gently outward, as if you were having a bowel movement. This will unlock your sphincter ring and let the device into you.”

It was inside him now, and moving up higher inside. Higher still. It stopped. “Relax your thigh muscles. We will now commence the expansion. Speak up if it becomes too uncomfortable.” Vic saw her move a joystick on the control panel, and he felt the sides of his anal opening slowly forced apart in all directions. The stretching sensation was stronger and more uniform than the corkscrew device from the previous session. Wider, and wider still. Then it held steady. He could just barely tolerate it. “We will hold at this setting for five minutes, Mr. Victor. I must congratulate you. You have a three-inch aperture now. That is probably sufficient even for full-depth fisting, but that will have to await a future session.” This wasn’t bad at all. Extreme expansion, huh? All too soon, Mistress withdrew the expansion dildo from him. He felt an emptiness inside. “The next insertion will be for the purpose of depth measurement. Using a soft, flexible probe we will determine how far up into you we can penetrate. Get ready.” This one felt softer and gentler than any of the other mechanical dildos. But it kept moving up and up, and farther up into him. It wouldn’t stop. It just wouldn’t stop. “Mistress, I feel some discomfort inside now.” “We’re at eleven inches and probably impacting the bend in your lower colon. Let me unlock the flex joints of the probe. How does that feel now?” “Better, thanks.” “Let’s resume then.” “Twenty-six inches. You held out quite well. We’ll withdraw the probe and give you another ten-minute rest period before completing the session.” Homeward bound, Vic felt good all over.

Purified inside and thoroughly fucked out. Mistress had ass-fucked him with a dildo for twenty minutes at the close of the session. A *huge* dildo. She had let him measure it before penetrating him. It was ten inches long and two-and-a-half inches across. It had felt very satisfying as she plunged its full length into him. On the way out, Mistress had actually *smiled* and hinted at a special surprise for his next session. He had another reason to feel fine. His monthly bank statement had come in this morning’s mail. There was a canceled check made out to the House of Dominance. He now had Mistress Domina’s account number . . . and he had not the slightest doubt that he was every bit as good at plundering her electronic funds as she was at plundering his ass. It was his third session. Mistress had escorted him out of the waiting room. No nurse this time. She herself had given him his cleansing enemas. Special treatment, indeed. Now he was taking his ten-minute rest period, lying flat on the treatment table, waiting for her return. The door opened. Now this *was* special. Mistress stood before him in her full shining glory. Bare-ass naked. “Make yourself comfortable in the Dilation Chair, Mr. Victor. This time we will use a conical insertion device to stretch your entrance. Penetration depth will be minimal, but we will open you up to a four-inch width.”

Strapped down in the chair, Vic groaned as the conical dildo pushed against his anal sphincter, then into him. It was splitting him apart! Then the pressure relaxed and he let out all his breath in a single gasp. “Now, now. It couldn’t have been all that bad. Let’s check your progress.” She undid the straps and bent him forward over the table. “Quite a passageway you have there. Big enough to drive a truck through. More than adequate for purposes more dear to your heart.” There were pinpricks of cold metal on both sides of his anus. Mistress was measuring his sphincter width with calipers. “Just a hair short of four inches wide, but close enough for government work.” It was the first touch of humor she had ever shown. “Stay as you are Mr. Victor. You are about to experience something very startling.” She turned. “Come in, Barto. We are ready for you.” The door opened and a burly young man strode in. He bowed to Mistress, then to Vic. “This, Mr. Victor, is my associate, Bartolomeo. His specialty is testing expanded anal cavities. With your permission, we will commence.” Vic shrugged his shoulders. He had never been ass-fucked by a man. “Since everything else has been done to me, why not this, too?” he mumbled. “How’s that again, Mr. Victor?” “Yes. Yes! Go ahead. Get it over with.” It didn’t feel much different than when Mistress had used a dildo on him. In fact, the man’s cock felt distinctly *smaller* inside him. Must be the effect of the dilation part of the therapy. ‘Just think, I’ve got a wide enough asshole to be ass-fucked by a man, and hardly even noticing it.’ Vic did feel the faint throbbing, then the wet discharge inside him as the man came.

He heard, rather than felt, the withdrawal out of his ass. It was a distinctly *liquid* sound. “Congratulations, Mr. Victor. You have officially lost your anal virginity.” “My pleasure, Mistress.” “What next?” Victor was thinking as his ten-minute rest period came to an end. That question was answered as Mistress entered the room. She had on a short white lab coat, but was naked from the waist down. In her right hand was a skin-tight latex glove, which gleamed with an oily gel. “You are ready — more than ready — for fisting, Mr. Victor. Will you kindly bend over the table. Thank you. As usual, I will buckle the restraints on your arms and legs. You may observe what is being done to you on the wall monitor.” Mistress had tented together the fingers of her gloved hand and was gradually pushing it into his anus. Victor began feeling the stretch as the knuckles disappeared into him. She was stroking his forehead with her free hand and humming into his ear. “There. That wasn’t so bad. We’re past the hard part. I’m forming a fist now. Can you feel it?” “Indeed I can, Mistress. Do with me what you will.” “This is the most intimate act of power and possession. You are totally in my power and I am possessing you. I will hold your very life essence in my hand. “We are up to the wrist now. For the moment, we shall stop at this depth. Ah, yes. I have impaled you upon my fist. You are totally mine.”

Mistress began slowly pumping her fist in and out. Vic reached orgasm for the third time that session. As his body spasmed and convulsed, Mistress slowly withdrew out of him. His rectum seemed reluctant to release her hand. It felt as if his bowels were being pulled out. “Look at yourself,” she said. The monitor showed a large dark hole where his anus was. It reminded him somewhat of a tunnel entrance. A tunnel leading all the way up into the deepest heart of him. “Enough,” she said. Next session I may plunge into you all the way up to my elbow. But for now . . . we will terminate today’s activities by permitting you to interact with specially selected visitors. You will be privileged to accept whatever attentions they choose to endow upon you.” Mistress exited the room, leaving him bent over the table, still buckled up in the restraints. The door opened and a man came through. He was alone. He was fully clothed but masked. He unzipped his fly. He had a full erection. With no preliminaries he plunged his cock deep into Vic’s exposed receptacle. The man pulled the door shut behind him as he left. Moments later, a second man entered. He approached Vic from behind and took his pleasure. When he finished, he left. A total of twelve masked men had their way with Vic in the space of about an hour. He found it somewhat interesting, in a detached, clinical sort of way. Mistress Domina’s expansion treatments had so enlarged his passage that even being serially ass-fucked by a dozen men caused him not the slightest discomfort. One minor matter bothered him, though.

It had finally dawned on him that these men were *clients* of the establishment. It followed that Mistress Domina was peddling his body, his *ass*, to make money for the establishment. She was *prostituting* him. Not only that, but forcing him to pay for the privilege. He was beginning to feel exploited and deceived. Then he had an amusing insight. He chewed on the thought as he drove home. “I might just end up making a lot more money out of this affair than Mistress. In the middle of being ass-fucked by that gang, I had an inspiration. I’ve got a hunch how I can crack the passcode for her bank account.” Of course the bank’s ultra-secure Internet site had a back door . . . just as everything and everybody had a back door. Mistress herself had inadvertently given him a clue. “Dominance, in all its variations and permutations, holds the key to my heart,” she had said. The endorsement on the canceled check supplied the additional information Vic needed. It wasn’t terribly difficult. The very first thing he tried was the permutations of “dominance” — its anagrams.

The longest of these anagrams, “comedian,” turned to be the password for the account. From there, it was a straightforward technical exercise to jump one step up into the supervisory level. Vic now had access to *all* the bank’s client accounts. Interesting. Rooting through the allegedly sacrosanct financial records of the bank led to an even bigger plum than the House of Dominance — an outfit by the name of Pietro Associates. Now *that* account was worth *billions*. Digging deeper revealed some shadowy entities behind that company. There were Saudi oil interests involved. Pietro = Petro(leum). Fuck the House of Dominance! He had much bigger fish to fry. Real soon now, he’d be rolling in Pietrodollars. It was child’s play for an old-time hacker like Vic to subvert the bank’s accounting system. He inserted into the software a stealth-trojan that triggered whenever the final digit of a credit or debit from *any* bank customer ended in 7. That would initiate a cloaked fund transfer of *a single penny* from the Pietro account to his own. It would never be noticed by human auditors, and over a period of weeks would add up to millions of dollars. This meant the end of any lingering monetary problems for him.

Even before this latest escapade, Vic’s finances had improved dramatically. Having his special needs taken care of by Mistress had apparently unleashed his creative potential. He was constantly bubbling over with ideas. His problem solving abilities became legendary, and he scored off the scale on a couple of IQ tests. He had received a large performance bonus at work and was a candidate for promotion to regional manager. He had pulled off a nice little coup on the stock market by short-selling the Barbary Pirate Group, a sleazy little outfit that generated income primarily through extortion and lawsuits. He had written and sold eighteen erotic stories and was awaiting the checks in the mail. He had been selected as a quiz show host on a local radio station. All in all, fortune was smiling on him, and he attributed it all to Mistress Domina’s ministrations. Vic was forty-five minutes early this time. Anticipation was half the fun. Sitting and idly leafing through a magazine, he wondered if he were man enough to splurge and go for a double session this time? Once more Mistress personally greeted him in the waiting room. And why not? Not only was he a good client, he was also helping her make money from *other* clients. But he no longer harbored any resentment over that. After all, he benefited from it, too. Vic hardly noticed the three cleansing enemas, so preoccupied was he with what awaited him next. Mistress had promised to fist him *all the way up*. Imagine being totally impaled upon her strong arm, utterly in her power. “Mr. Victor.” Mistress interrupted his reverie.

“We have a special entertainment prepared for you. Rather than using the Dilation Chair for your ‘stretching exercises,’ permit me to introduce you to the Impalement Stool.” It was an ordinary-looking armless chair, but with what looked like a thick, blunt-ended tapered shaft sticking straight up from the middle of the seat. “In answer to your unasked question, the dilation cone measures fully fifteen inches high. It is one inch in diameter at its rounded tip, and three and three-quarters inches at the base. With a bit of help from my assistants, you will be seated there, impaled directly upon it. Now kindly bend over and I will inject lubricant into your body cavity. Remember — total acceptance and relaxation are the keys to painless enlargement.” Three burly men had entered the room. While excess lubricant was still dripping from his anus, two of them bodily lifted him by the arms, while the third held him at the ankles. Slowly they lowered him in seated position onto the cone. His weight pulled him down, and it wedged him open and pushed up into him as he sank down upon it. His buttocks rested flat on the seat and his trembling legs barely reached the floor. The dilation cone was embedded high up within his rectum and it froze him in a rigid posture. Mistress smiled. “There are more embellishments.” The men fastened cuffs to his wrists. They linked cables to eyelets on each cuff, then looped the cables over a low-hanging beam overhead. The cable ends hooked to the back of the chair. The net effect was to hold his arms rigidly extended nearly vertically in the air. “That will hold you in place,” Mistress said. “To prevent you from ejaculating without our permission, we will employ an additional measure.” She held an elastic snap-lock ring in front of him.

“This clamps around the base of your testicles, Mr. Victor. It should be a most interesting experience.” It was. After sitting immobile and impaled for some minutes, Vic was starting to feel a moderate degree of discomfort. It was also just plain boring. How much longer would he have to endure it? The door opened. A masked woman entered. She walked over to Vic, and coolly appraised his naked body as if he were a piece of livestock. Apparently satisfied, she turned around, flipped up her skirt, flounced her bare ass at him . . . and, facing away from him, fastidiously lowered herself upon his involuntary erection. Vic admired the elaborate butterfly tattoo on her back as she leaned forward and braced her hands on his thighs. Bobbing up and down, she rode his cock until, with a gasp and a shudder, she received her full measure of release. She stood up, smoothed the wrinkles out of her skirt, and planted a wet kiss on his sweaty forehead. The door closed behind her. The door opened. A masked woman entered. She repeated the performance of the first, but with considerably more vigor and accompanying groans, squeals, and a fart or two. The air in the room began to get stale. Woman Number Two tousled his hair and pinched his cheeks before leaving. What was going on was obvious.

These were more of Mistress Domina’s clients. He was still making money for the house, it seemed. The third woman was quite large and heavy. She had the biggest, roundest ass he had ever seen, and without preliminaries she plopped that ass squarely on his lap. Her hungry pussy engulfed him, and what must have been three hundred pounds of womanhood squashed him hard into the seat of the stool, driving the cone even deeper into his guts. Vic began wondering if death by ecstasy was all it was cracked up to be. Vic tried speaking to the fourth woman. She slapped his face, then laughed and sat down on him. She pulled a compact out of her purse, and, leaning backward against him, went through an elaborate ritual of applying lipstick and makeup. All the while, her pussy was rhythmically squeezing his cock. Somewhere along the way, one of the women had greased up her anal entrance and indulged herself in a little sodomy, courtesy of Vic’s helpless cock. After the fifth or sixth woman (Vic had by then lost count), the male assistants returned and released him from the stool. They removed the testicle clamp. He ached more down there than inside his gut. His shaft felt raw and abraded. Friction burns. With the men supporting him, he staggered over to the padded table and climbed up. He fell into a dreamless sleep almost immediately. And jerked awake as Mistress grasped his shoulder. She was holding the corkscrew Orifice Spreader in the other hand.

“This is the final time you will require spreading. We’ve almost achieved our objective in that respect. Now, hop down and bend over the table. Quickly now!” Deep into him Mistress screwed it. Then deeper. Vic had passed beyond discomfort, beyond all feelings of pain. His buttocks felt as if they were a foot apart. “Fifteen inches deep and four inches wide,” were the words Mistress spoke, with what sounded like a note of triumph. “Right on target.” She carefully unscrewed the gadget from within him. “Ten minute break,” Mistress said, then left. “This is an upright bondage frame,” Mistress explained. Taut cables anchored to the wooden sides of the frame attached to restraints that held Vic’s arms and legs immobile. He was in a standing position, with legs held wide apart, and arms pulled overhead at about the same angle. Spreadeagled upright and frozen in place. Naked and totally vulnerable. “We have invited guests. They will honor you with their presence and take their pleasure from you. And, yes, you will entertain two at a time.” Mistress left. The door opened. A man and a woman, both masked, walked into the room. The woman approached him from the front, inspected him at some length, then grasped his penis and began to fondle it. Meanwhile, the man was examining him from behind. Vic felt his buttocks being parted. The woman had bent over and flipped up her skirt backwards.

She had nothing on underneath. On all fours, she maneuvered herself awkwardly backwards onto Vic’s hard cock, and gradually swallowed it between her cunt lips. She was very wet inside. In back, Vic felt erect flesh push between his cheeks, against his anus, and slowly into him. As the woman thrust backwards onto his cock, the man thrust forwards higher into him. Vic was sandwiched, simultaneously double-fucked. Waves of heat and pressure buffeted him from both front and back. Vic would have immediately spasmed in violent orgasm if the testicle clamp hadn’t prevented it. The man and the woman came, within seconds of each other. Vic felt the pussy rhythmically clenching on his cock and the cock inside him throbbing and shooting fluid high up into his gut. The door closed behind the man and the woman. Minutes later, a second couple entered. All told, Vic entertained five sets of visitors. Thank heavens for the ten minute rest period! Mistress had her latex-gloved fist high inside him. “We’re up to the wrist once more,” she said. “Now we move into virgin territory.” It wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as being mechanically spread open by the corkscrew. In fact, it felt pretty damn fine. It was releasing strange energies within him. He felt on the verge of something tremendous and life-changing. “Please, Mistress, deeper,” he said. “Halfway up the forearm,” Mistress said. “Cry out if you can’t take any more.” “Deeper, Mistress.” “Almost there. Just a bit more. Ah, yes, elbow depth. How does that feel, Mr. Victor?” “Mistress, I am a hand-puppet and you are my owner. You are my fate. Your strong arm fills and animates me. It infuses me with life force. I am ready for the pumping of your divine fist. Please, give me what I crave.” “We try to provide fulfillment for our clients,” she said. She was slowly pumping her fist forward and back inside him. The video monitor showed her latex-gloved forearm emerging, glistening with lube, then disappearing into him again.

He felt huge surges of power rippling through his guts. His mind ruptured the boundary between matter and spirit, and then he was floating free, part of the great Unity that lies beneath all illusions. His earthly flesh orgasmed, and again, and he was utterly empty. A scream shattered the silence. Ten minutes left in the session. Mistress emerged through the door.

She was wearing fishnet stockings, and nothing else. Her magnificently curved body was everything Vic had imagined it to be. “You have been such a well-behaved boy, Mister Victor, that you deserve a most special treat. If you like, you can have *me*.” She walked over to the table, and bent forward over it. Her pussy was velvety and butter-soft. It was somewhat of an anticlimax for Vic after all he had been through. “Thank you Mistress. You are fully as sweet inside as out.” “You are most gracious, Mr. Victor. Until next time, then.” Vic was chuckling softly to himself on the drive home. Mistress Domina didn’t know it yet, but he *owned* her. The House of Dominance was a privately owned corporation, with much of its stock in the hands of a family foundation. But even tightly-held firms can be taken over if the price is right. Forty-eight million it had cost him. It wasn’t as if the funds had come out of his own pocket. “Use other people’s money,” the adage went, and that’s exactly what Vic had done. He had used the money of a few assorted Arab oil billionaires. Pietro Associates would never miss it. It had disappeared from petty cash. All in all, embezzlement didn’t greatly appeal to him. Running a B&D empire was much more his style.

 It’s a hundred dollars to use the sex machine in the public restroom. Insert a couple of fifty-dollar coins into the payment slot to remain anonymous, though of course it’s more convenient to just let the data terminal do a neural scan and auto-debit your account. A hundred bucks buys ten minutes. Upon payment approval, the mirror slides back, revealing an oval opening. Depending on the option chosen, the window gives access to either bare buttocks or an erect penis. That leaves the customer the choice of either penetrating or being penetrated. I’m pretty conventional in my preferences, so I usually choose BUTTOCKS-FEMALE, and, depending on my mood at the moment, insert my hard flesh either into the exposed pussy or asshole. Every once in a while, I get an itch deep inside my gut and touch the selector for PENIS-(LARGE). Then I give in to my deepest, darkest desires and scratch that damn itch by easing myself down on a hard cock.

There’s also the BUTTOCKS-MALE option for those preferring to fuck male ass. I’ve indulged in that often enough, but still find little difference between the sensation of being inside a male or a female ass. Real connoisseurs, though, claim that plundering a man’s ass is the caviar of sex. Active-penetrative sex, anyway. That’s probably somewhat of an exaggeration. I stepped onto the Mu-metal platform and fed the last of my carefully hoarded spare change into the slot. I prefer the anonymity that cold, hard cash gives, and anyhow my e-bucks account has been flatlining lately. Being jobless does have its disadvantages. The autosensing hydraulics adjusted my elevation to optimal height opposite the service window. This puts the customer’s groin (or ass) directly opposite the the opening. What would I choose this time? Well, why not? Since I was now flat broke, I might as well have caviar. I stroked the keypad and the window gave me access to a perfect ass. Slowly, reluctantly I withdrew out of that buttery-smooth, pleasure-giving orifice. Caviar indeed! I was still horny and ready for another go, but my time was up. And I had other concerns. Such as where my next meal would come from and where I was going to sleep tonight. I girded my loins, drew on my breathing mask, and steeled myself to step out into the cold, heartless night. I had to admit it — I was an addict. A sex addict. I was no damn good at all at relating to real people, so that pretty much left the sex machines for physical release. And an unfortunate side-effect of being such a boob in social situations was that I couldn’t hold down a job for very long. If there’s anything more pitiful than a sex addict, it’s got to be a friendless, jobless, *flat broke* sex addict. I was about to go cry in my beer — if I could scrounge together enough for a beer, that is — when I caught the flashing notice on the sex machine display screen.

NOW HIRING. Sex Machines, Inc. [SM, Inc.] has openings for Customer Service associates. Earn a good wage doing something you enjoy! Choose your own hours. No experience necessary. Just enter code SEXYY%543 to start an EXCITING and GLAMOROUS new career. Customer service? I guess you might call it that, since it *did* involve “servicing customers.” It had a much nicer ring to it than prostitution. Still, it was an intriguing notion, all the more so since I didn’t have a hell of a lot of options. I spent an hour filling out questionnaires on an ancient vintage input terminal in the potted-palm studded lobby of the SM, Inc. Tower. My employment history, references, general state of health, and sexuality index — all the usual stuff. Though why did they need to access my genetic and psychometric profiles? It wasn’t as if I were applying for a high-level security position, after all.

 But since I was hardly in a position to play stubborn, I thumbprinted the waivers. The terminal printed out a visitor’s pass. I was to report to room 13703. Hoowhee, the one hundred thirty-seventh floor. Moving up in the world, I was. “Kindly step into the testing lounge, sir,” the receptionist said. She was a cute little package, a tiny blonde with curves in all the right places. Her eyes were icy steel marbles. The door clicked shut behind me. The only furniture in the room was a padded mechano-table with restraint devices at each corner. There was a very tall woman standing on the far side of it. She looked at me. Her eyes widened momentarily as if she knew me from somewhere, but I couldn’t tell for sure. “You are . . . Armin?” I nodded. “I am the regional SM staff supervisor and your examiner. You may address me as Galatea. Kindly undress. Completely.” Her voice was unyielding as granite. “Come here. Spread your legs.” She took my genitals in her hand and palpated them for what seemed like hours. Her touch was cold. “Turn around. Bend over with hands on knees, and spread your legs. Keep perfectly still.”

 I felt her probing between my ass cheeks, then something cool and slippery was being inserted into me. “It’s only a finger. Stop squirming! Now get up on the table and lie down. Please. Flat on your stomach. Spread-eagle your arms and legs.” Galatea took my left arm by the wrist and began fastening a strap around it. “Hey, what’s going on?” I croaked. “I am securing your arms and legs for the next phase of the examination. So, how badly do you need this job?” “Badly, Staff Supervisor Galatea,” I said, and I extended my other arm for her to buckle. “This shouldn’t be too unpleasant,” she said. “It’s only a proctoscope. A colonoscopy is mandatory for all our candidates for customer service positions.” It didn’t hurt going in. I’ve probably had thicker cocks up my ass. But she just kept on pushing it in, higher and higher up into my gut. It must have been a couple of feet deep and it kept going in! “Excuse me, Supervisor. It feels like you’re a plumber trying to unclog a stopped-up drain. Geez, you’re using that thing like a Roto Rooter. Ahhh!” “Oh, hush. It’s not half as bad as that. We’re required to examine the bottom foot and a half of your rectum and lower colon. You’ll be pleased to know that your intestines pass muster. You’ll do just fine.” Now I could feel that monstrous metal snake snaking its way out of me. Good thing it was lubed up or it would have pulled my guts right back out of my asshole. Funny thing, though. I had sort of enjoyed the experience. In fact, I had a raging hardon.

“Uh, excuse me, but what exactly were you looking for inside me?” “Abnormalities and malformations, of course. But the purpose of the exam is to judge whether your rectum is suitable for intercourse . . . anal intercourse, that is. With a bit of conditioning, you’ll do just fine in that area.” “Conditioning, Supervisor?” “Yes. Shall we begin?” “Well . . . ” “Climb up on the table again, my good man. This time on your back. Now raise up your legs, one at a time, and place them into the stirrups.” Stirrups? Her voice-command had transformed the examination table into something that would have been right at home in a gynecologist’s office. Galatea buckled my legs with the restraints, then my arms. The bottom half of the table tilted upward, exposing my naked crotch and bottom. I felt totally vulnerable. “This won’t hurt a bit,” she said. She had pulled on a latex gloves and was reaching toward me. I felt an intense freezing shock as she sprayed something on my crotch area. “A local anesthetic,” she said. I’m going to insert a Sta-Hard implant beneath the skin of the scrotum. That will enhance your work performance.”

I’d heard of those things. The implants consist of a subminiaturized electronic module that controls blood flow and nerve impulse propagation to the penis. They make it possible to sustain an erection for hours at a time. I saw the flash of a excimer-laser scalpel, but didn’t feel a thing. I was beginning to get drowsy. I startled awake as she came back into the room. She had left me there, with my legs in the stirrups and my ass hanging out while the surgical adhesive set on the incision. “Now we’ll work on your anterior sex organ,” she said. She disrobed and I couldn’t help admiring her full breasts, the nicely rounded hips and upholstered posterior of a classically voluptuous woman, and . . . and . . . her majestic erect cock. An Androgyn, that’s what she was. Hermaphrodites had for ages been a medical curiosity, but only recently has the Ragosin Procedure made it possible to support fully functional sets of *both* genders’ sex organs in the same gen-mod body. I’d never seen a cock that big. Nine or ten inches long and a couple of inches wide, it must have been. Pale, almost platinum in color. Of course — it had been force-grown from a stem cell culture. And she was rubbing something glistening and creamy on it. Syntholube.

“The purpose of what comes next is to condition and train your sphincter and rectum for the requirements of a Sex Machine operative. Depending on the assignment, you may be required to have anal intercourse a dozen or more times in a single four-hour work session. Shall we begin?” “I’m ready if you are.” Of course, I was familiar with the techniques for relaxing the anal sphincter. Most everyone nowadays is bisexual if not outright reverse polarized, and anal sex between males is no big deal, unlike in the bad old days before the Anti-Reproduction Directives. I had already been sodomized more times than I could count, just not by a woman’s equipment. She slowly inserted herself into me, an inch at a time. With my legs strapped in the stirrups and my wrists pinioned by restraints, all I could do was let my abdominal and sphincter muscles go slack while I breathed in the prescribed rhythm and let her ass-fuck me. Her groin pressed tight against my upraised buttocks now.

She was all the way inside me and I felt no discomfort. She looked into my eyes and smiled. “Stage two,” she said. I felt myself gradually stretch open sideways. Damned if it didn’t feel like the cock inside me was getting thicker. “This is something newly out of our research labs,” she said. “It’s an expanding cock. I can widen it from its normally erect two-inch diameter to four inches. And lengthen it correspondingly.” I could feel the depth of penetration increase as the cock within me swelled up. Deeper and wider. That cock of hers was a damned sight better than my own equipment. One of these days I’d have to ask if I could be retrofitted with one of those. “Variable width and length — that creates some intriguing possibilities, wouldn’t you say?” She chuckled, and I felt her cock shrink down inside me. Then it ballooned up again. Then . . . she was rhythmically *pulsing* it — bigger, smaller, bigger . . . It was like a heartbeat down there, inside my ass. My gut was booming like an echo chamber. I would have come a dozen times by now, but the Sta-Hard implant wouldn’t let me. I was painfully hard and the pressure was building up inside me. I felt like screaming . . . And once more she smiled.

“I’ll have mercy on you. I can remotely trigger your implant to give you release, but first . . . ” I felt the throbbing inside me quicken as she swelled up to maximum size. There was a cold wetness deep in my gut. She was spurting into me. Her orgasm, or what? Then I felt the electricity. She was juicing me with an Electrovibe. It was shooting low-frequency AC current straight up my gut, and that tipped me over the edge. Now I was helplessly releasing my own ejaculate in gluey streams over my abdomen and chest. I moaned as we orgasmed together. As she pulled out of me, a thick milky fluid began seeping out of my ass. It smelled faintly of lavender and honey. “Yes,” she said. “My ejaculate is specially formulated to act as an antiseptic and anti-abrasive coating inside you. It prevents disease and soft-tissue injury, and also increases the elasticity of the intestinal lining.

It’s scented to neutralize the fecal smell that all too often hangs in the air after anal sex. In short, it makes your ass eminently fuckable.” I had also heard rumors that Androgen come had life-extending properties, but I was afraid to ask about that. “We’ll provide you with an applicator bottle of the solution to use on a daily basis. Think of it as an extra benefit of working for SM, Inc. Oh, you lucky fellow!” The first day on the job took a lot out of me. They had assigned me to the machine in the co-ed restroom in the municipal airport lounge. Encased in a Neuromesh bodysuit that reminded me of a wire-frame drawing of an Iron Maiden, I was ready for action. This metal lattice body-cage thing connected me both mechanically and electrically to the sex machine, and it would flex me into various postures and configurations, depending on the customer’s preferences. It would also monitor my nerve impulses, control and stabilize my emotions, and tend to my personal needs.

Shunts hooked up to the bloodstream, kidneys, and liver would remove waste and pump nutrients and stimulants into me. Plugged in and networked, I had become a peripheral node of the sex machine. Things got busy after the first half hour. I ended my four-hour shift having serviced three women and eleven men. One woman couldn’t get enough of riding my cock. Had to scratch the itch in her pussy and asshole both. Three consecutive sessions she bought. Then there was the guy with the inexhaustible cock. A typical day’s work, I was told. All in all I made sixteen hundred bucks that day for the company. My cut of that was one-third, less deductions, of course. The inside of my ass felt a teeny bit raw, but the squeeze bottle of anti-abrasive solution took care of it. No major problems in the front equipment, except that my balls ached mightily. Ached from unrequited lust. I hadn’t been able to orgasm because of the implant. Well, Supervisor Galatea had told me that if it became intolerable, to report back to the office for followup “treatment.” I thought it was time to find out what that meant. It meant being ass-fucked by her platinum pulsating cock and getting another jolt of electricity from the Electrovibe.

Well, that fixed me up quite nicely. I got that elusive physical release, and got my rectum reconditioned while I was at it. Had a thoroughly cleansing bowel movement afterwards. Got my ashes hauled and got cleaned out, too. Just one more little benefit of working for SM, Inc. I settled into the routine. Three days on, at four hours per, then two days off. My average take-home was about $1800 a week, considerably better than my old job as a welder on a construction site. And, I didn’t even need goggles. Isn’t it every guy’s dream to get paid for doing what you enjoy? I used to enjoy sex. I used to enjoy fucking and being fucked. Hell, I still do. Mostly. But after a couple of months of doing it fifty times a week, it became just one more boring job. It had been years since I was in anything resembling a relationship. I’m shy around people and opening myself up to them is like pulling the scab off a badly-healed wound. Anonymous sex was easier — and safer — and that’s probably why I got into the sex machine habit in the first place. But being an SM Inc. Customer Service Specialist — what they used to call a “whore” in the bad old days — was probably the ultimate in depersonalized sex.

I began realizing what was missing from my life. Touch. Simple human touch. And by that I don’t mean body parts mingling and interpenetrating. I mean *lives* mingling and interpenetrating. Talking. Hugging. Kissing. Sharing with a partner what happened to you at work. Experiencing laughter and tears together. Living through joys and hardships together. Maybe raising a couple of kids. Walking the dog. Barbecuing in the back yard. Having the neighbors over. Sure, sleeping together. But also waking up next to each other. What was wrong with me? I was staring to yearn for an old-fashioned marriage. Something like in the ancient sitcoms from the 1950′s that they sometimes show down at the Retro Visual-Media Museum. Sheesh! Manning that damned sex machine was demultiplexing my cognitive nodes. I had started confiding in Galatea. She was a patient listener, and her manner toward me had softened considerably. I think she was starting to actually loosen up toward me a bit, and she had even let slip a couple of times what a cute ass I had.

Sometimes she seemed to have trouble prying herself loose from that cute ass of mine. . . . Lately our sessions had been lasting considerably longer than the allotted 45 minutes. What was even more odd, she had begun showing signs of jealousy. *Jealousy*. She seemed to resent that, as an SM employee, my body was accessible to any stranger who could pay for it. Anyone with $100 to their name was entitled to stick their cock up my ass. *My ass*. The ass she was starting to get proprietary feelings toward. When I last time saw her — I no longer thought of it as being therapied and readjusted — I had been sure she’d been about to tell me something. When I left, there was extra warmth in the goodbye kiss she gave me, and there was something shiny in her eye that might just have been a tear. Now what could that have been all about? “Armin, I don’t know how . . . how to say this.” “Teeya, I think I know . . . ” “These feeling I’ve been having, I can’t . . . no, I don’t want to . . . I have to . . . “I care, Armin. I care for you more than I care for my own life. From the first time I saw your face, I somehow knew . . . knew that you were my destiny. “I’m betraying everything I once valued. My loyalty to my chosen profession, the oath I gave to SM and their bloody-minded Directorate, my friends and colleagues, my clan group . . . everything. I . . . I . . . let me say it. I love . . . I love you, Armin. I love you more than myself, more than life itself. Because by telling you this I’m killing . . . killing myself, committing professional suicide, condemning myself to death or worse. SM will destroy me for this. But I love. I love. You. I love you!” I took her in my arms and we cried together, and our tears mingled. And that put us on the road leading to damnation and ruin — or to salvation. “Our civilization is doomed, you know,” she told me. “Doomed has an ominous ring to it, Teeya.” “Doomed. I

t’s been years since you could breath the outside air without a filter, the oceans are poisoned, the only way to grow crops is under glass in a culture of artificial nutrients, and epidemics of antiexinic-resistant strains of bacteria kill hundreds of thousands every day. It’s only a matter of time before the entire social structure collapses. And there isn’t much time.” “If things have gotten to that point, then I don’t know that there’s much that anyone can do about it. Let’s love each other and make the most of the little time we have left, then.” “Sorry, Armin, no. I’m not the type of person to give up without a fight. I grew up in a shantytown wondering each day if I’d survive til nightfall, and I struggled and clawed myself up from poverty and somehow got an education and a decent profession and a secure place in society. And, you know, if I could manage that, I’m not about to surrender to fate now. And, damn it, I won’t let *you* give up and die either!” “So, what do you have in mind?” “You’ll think this is crazy, but . . . ” It turned out that SM had its own in-house R & D department, complete with resident “mad scientist,” a certain Dr. Bezumna Morozov.

Her brainchild, Project Blueskies, was investigating what happened to matter compressed to superdensity, beyond the theoretical limits allowed by the laws of physics. She had tried embedding a small capsule of isotope iron, Fe-57, inside a sphere of powerful shaped-charge explosive. The implosive force had been calculated to be sufficient to create a miniature black hole, a tear in the fabric of space. The iron capsule had disappeared in a violent burst of gamma rays. Vaporized? Or pushed into an entirely different physical dimension? Some intriguing evidence indicated that the object might have traveled backwards in time. The equations hinted at this possibility, and Dr. Morozov had, in fact, found something that looked like it could have been a small iron object, embedded in a nearby table top. Tests confirmed that it was the rare atomic weight 57 isotope of iron and it had about a month’s accumulation of rust on it. Had it traveled a month into the past?

Then there was the experiment by Dr. Morozov’s colleague, Professor Flatus. He had placed a pair of specially bred albino roaches within a hollow iron-57 sphere, then inserted that into the detonation chamber. The implosion had made sphere and roaches disappear. Those particular roaches had never been seen again, but there were 20-year-old records of a nasty infestation of white roaches in the building that had previously been on the site of the laboratory. Were these the offspring of time-traveling roaches? “And you say they’re asking for human volunteers now, Teeya? HUMANS? It’s *beyond* crazy! It’s a suicide mission.” “They’re desperate. The company Directorate has decided to cut off funding for the project. And there’s something else — ” “The more I hear, the wackier it gets. Well, go on, woman, tell me more.” “I’ve told you we’re living on borrowed time. What I haven’t mentioned is just how little time we have left.” “How much?” “Two months. That’s the best estimate that SM’s sociometrists can come up with. In just a couple of months this entire hemisphere will lie in ruins, destroyed and abandoned, and ninety percent of the population will be dead. For all practical purposes, it will be the end of the world.” It’s dark in here in this hollow iron-57 shell. Absolute, total, mind-shattering darkness.

But I can feel Teeya behind me, curled tightly around me, holding me in her embrace . . . and I can feel her cock deeply embedded in my cunt. Cunt? Oh, yes, I’m a woman now, and Teeya’s a man. Where we’re going, sexual polymorphism hasn’t been invented yet, so we had to make some adjustments. We both underwent radical gender reassignment surgery, the complete Ragosin Procedure, all the way down to the chromosomal level. Galatea — he wants to be called Galen now for reasons I’ll go into later — is now fully capable of fathering children, and I, Carmina, am fully capable of being impregnated and bearing them. In fact, at this very moment I’m carrying twin embryos in my uterus, a boy and a girl. Our children. Where *are* we going? As best as Dr. Morozov can determine, we’re aiming for the early Eisenhower era, traveling backwards about eighty years in time.

If everything goes as planned, Galen and I will end up at these exact spatial coordinates, where the sub-basement of the SM Tower exists in the here-and-now, but what used to be a residential town dotted with what were called “tract houses.” Levittown, New York, circa 1953. So here we are. In just a few moments, multiple shaped charges of mini-thermonukes will implode this iron sphere, with us in it, down to the diameter of a neutron. We’ll collapse into a black hole and hopefully pop out into another era. I would never have let Galen talk me into it, but . . . for that ring. Galen’s great-great-grandfather had passed down a golden ring as a family heirloom. The ring was sculpted in the shape of a snake biting its own tail — actually swallowing itself. It was the worm Ouroboros, the World Serpent, the leviathan with no beginning and no end. Engraved on the inside of the ring was: “The future lies in the past.” Galen’s great-great-grandfather happened to be named Galen, too. Hence Galatea’s choice of of a male name and identity to assume. I can’t help wondering, though, whether Galen is thinking of becoming his own ancestor and starting the whole cycle that led to us being here in this iron ball. Any minute now. I’m scared

An evening in the union Newcastle University was great, away from home, meeting new people and being able to do what I wanted without having to justify everything in front of my parents. I enrolled in Business Management and enjoyed both my fellow students and the course. Apart from studying hard, I spend most of the time hanging around with my friends at the student union or in one of the many bars in Town. Each Friday night most of the students went to the student union. It was always a hugh party with the large dance floor in the basement, the two bars on the ground floor and another dance floor on the top floor. Where as the basement was know for pop and house, the top floor offered a much more relaxing but also more exciting. The music was better, a much more interesting mix of various styles like industrial, dance and independent. I am not to much into music but I enjoyed it more upstairs, where the lightning wasn’t so flashy and the girls more grown-up. That particular Friday Dan, Mike and I walked first to the sports bar on the ground floor.

After a couple of pints in town we got another round of lager before we decided to check the union out. As usual most students got completely drunk in the basement and we walked upstairs. At 11:30 it was still quiet and we found a table to sit down, listening to the music, talking and checking out the girls arriving. Most of them looked average but even though, most of them had a nice body and dressed sexy, either in tops and tight jeans or short skirts. Some of them even turned up in nearly see through tops. As every Friday it was a good show and by 12 the place was crowed. Most of the girls danced in small groups, surrounded by fellow students watching them. I got up and walked to the bar, getting another round of lager when I saw Clair. Clair is a cute girl from our course, a bit smaller than I, about 5’5. Her body seemed to be perfect and her tight top covered some nicely shaped breasts.

She smiled at me when she saw me and I made my way through the crowed to meet her. “Hey Clair, how you’re doing?” “Fine Tom, and you?” “I am great, just thirsty. I am getting another round. You want to join us?” “Sure… I am waiting for Sandra, she should be here.” “Haven’t seen her, Clair.” I reply. “She’s late, as always.” She took my arm and we tried to get through to the bar. Pressing through the body’s was difficult. Just two bartenders to serve maybe 20 people waiting and as soon as one person was leaving, he was replaced by two new students. Clair guided us the way through to the bar since girls always got some space, where as I was pressed and pushed all the time. Clair turned around to me and I saw her smile… “We’re nearly there… what you get?” “Three pints of lager.” Clair turned around and took my hands and continued leading the way directly in front of the bar. I saw her great body in the tight beige jeans and the red tank-top, I saw the straps of the red bra, her neck, her short black hair. Something happened in the back of the students waiting at the bar. I got pushed against Clair violently, getting in contact with her body… but she just looked at me, took my arms around her waist, holding me and leaning against me. I was surprised but said nothing, instead enjoying the feeling of her body. T

han it was Clairs turn, she bend over the bar, talking to the Student who was working as a bartender. I have seen him a couple of times around the university but didn’t knew him. While Clair bend over to order the drinks, I felt her pushing her bottom even stronger against me, right against my hips. I felt something awakening between my legs. Clair got the drinks, turned around with two beers in her hands. “You gonna help me?” I was a bit lost, a moment ago enjoying a nice erotic pressure and now being pushed back into reality… “Sure…” was all I could say. She took the other two pints and this time she followed me to the place Dan and Mike were waiting. “It was about time, Tom, we already though of deploying a SAR-Team.” “Yeah… I am thirsty. What took you so long…?” And than they realized Clair was there as well. Both had a big grin and made some space so Clair could join us. Enjoying our beers we mainly talked about your courses and whether we liked our choices, the other students and profs. A bit later Sandra arrived with another guy we didn’t knew. Sandra didn’t stay long but headed of to dance not fare from us.

The guy had his eyes all over Sandra’s body. Sandra was a bit taller than Clair, about my size and had larger breasts. And judging how they bounced up and down while dancing Sandra didn’t wear a bra. “who’s that guy with Sandra” Mike asked Clair. “Some 3rd year. Studies Law, don’t know him much.” Sandra replied watching them closely. “Always the same…” Dan said. “What?” I asked him. “3rd and 2nd years always get the great girls.” Sadly I let my eyes stray from Dan to Clair and realized she was watching me… “Lets go dancing” she said, taking my hand and pushing me up. We moved on the dance floor and started dancing. Clair stayed very close, touching me occasionally, dancing very erotic. We moved closer to Sandra and that guy. It seemed to me that Clair was up to something but I didn’t knew what nor did I care… dancing with Clair was great and I just wanted to enjoy this experience. Clair didn’t only get us closer to Sandra but she also dance much closer to me, contact wasn’t occasionally anymore but constant and I felt how hard I got…

Clair started to embrace me, I felt her breath on my neck and the bulge in my jeans pressing against her body. While dancing even closer, while feeling my erection growing, her lips touched my ears… some air was blown over my skin, it felt like electricity. Soon she started bitting and moaning softly in my ear while I had the feeling that an orkan was storming through my body and that my manhood would rip the jeans apart. The lack of space was uncomfortable but this strong erotic feeling… I didn’t want to miss this, didn’t want to stop. The song stopped and Clair used to short break to look in my eyes. I felt electrified and had the urge to kiss her. However, the decision was taken from me…

Clair kissed me softly… I looked again in her eyes and this time it wasn’t a soft kiss but we looked our mouths, our tongues played with each other. ages passed… I don’t know how long we kissed but Clair broke the kiss and dragged me to the door. Seems like she wanted to leave and I was already looking forward… I followed Clair but she turned left into the first floor instead of continuing the way down to the basement where the cloakroom is… “Lets find a place…” “W…h..” I tried to say. “Shhht” Clair said, killing anything I tried to say with a wet kiss… She grabbed my jeans and dragged me to one of the conference rooms in the side wing of the student union. “Guess we won’t be disturbed here.” Clair sad, pushing me in this anonymous room and closing the door behind us. Apart from the streetlight which entered through the windows the room was empty apart from 4 large basic tables in the center and 12 chairs grouped around them. The walls were covered with some posters and a notice board. Nothing personal… “Tom…” Clair said, looking at me. Somehow her voice sounded shy, insecure… I walked up to her and took her in my arms.

I felt her arms around me, her soft kiss against my throat and than she broke contact. Chris moved backwards to the table and took of her top and let it fall to the floor. I saw her in her bra, even though it was to dark to see the color I knew it was red. I followed her, we kissed again while my hands moved softly over her back… Clair pushed my t-shirt up, we had to break our kiss so she could push it over my head. She pushed me a bit back and opened the buttons of my jeans, pushing them together with my boxer down. She dropped down on her knees and I felt the soft touch of her lips… it was so exiting, I though it was a dream and suddenly I will wake up alone in bed. But instead of waking up I felt Clair softly liking my hard shaft, I felt the tip of her tongue gliding over my hot flesh leaving a soft wet track. It was great, I just couldn’t believe it that she was giving me a blow job in the student union.

I felt so hot, so excited and the energy waves raced through my body, the soft pressure in my balls. I knew if she continued like that I would explode shortly. I took her shoulders and pushed her up. It was to dark to really look in her eyes. I felt like saying something but instead I kissed her on her lips, just to feel that her tongue tried to find a way between my lips to great me. I opened my mouth and our kiss was looked again. I was standing nude, the jeans around my ankle in front of Clair… but I didn’t care. I enjoyed her touches, her fingertips gliding over my back, her tongue playing with mine. I broke the Kiss and tried to step one step back but I fell over my own jeans hanging around my feet. Clair started to laugh loudly. “Shhht Clair, someone will hear us.” “That’s so funny Tom…” “What?” “You falling down…” “You’re making fun of me?” I said pretending to be insulted. Clair came next to me… I saw up her legs as she stood there…

Clair reached to her back and opened her bra, dropping it on my body. She slipped out of her shoes and started opening her jeans slowly… “You… you’re…?” Clair stepped out of her jeans and let it drop next to us. She got down and kissed me and if felt her hand reaching for my hard dick. She turned around and started softly sucking my head again. Her hot, wet and soft lips felt so good. I touched her and I was nearly able to kiss her legs. I turned and started licking and kissing her soft skin. Clair moved over my head, spreading her legs… she lowered herself and I could smell her sex, touch it with my nose, feel the heat… I pushed my head up… touched her with my tongue… I felt a shiver as my tongue made first contact with her sex… it was wet… I couldn’t believe it, we were here, nude, sucking and licking each other. If someone would enter… I did not care, this was better than the dirtiest dreams and sexiest fantasies I had so fare. She lowered her even more, pressing her sex on my mouth. I felt her soft hair, my nose touched her inner lips, it was wet…

I let my tongue explore her womanhood, feeling the lips, feeling her slit, touching the outer side of the deep tunnel… it was so hot, so wet, so good. Clair got up and turned around, she bend over and we kissed. Her hand was touching down her legs, taking my dick and placing the head softly between her wet lips. I felt her softness and slowly she pressed herself on my phallus. I was feeling this wet tight, hot passage which my flesh penetrated and it was feeling so good. I let out a soft moan… I touched her tits and started to play with her hard nipples. She was riding me softly crazy… “Ahhh…” Clair moaned softly… I was breathing loudly… I didn’t know how long we making love on the floor but I felt the pressure building up…

“I…. i’mmm….” Clair cut me of again with a deep kiss and her moves became faster as her tongue penetrated my mouth while she rocked faster and faster on my dick. I felt my balls tighten under her pumping, I felt my juices racing through my body while waves were pulsing from my head through the stomach into my hips. I was shacking when I felt my orgasm building up. Than I just exploded deep in her… letting out a load moan… while Clair still kissed me and continued riding me. She came slowly to a stop, we were just holding each other while I tried to recover. I felt my penis shrinking deep in her. She was so wet… “Lets go.” “Back?” “No…” Clair sad… “where ever you want.” We dressed and walked hand in hand back to the corridor. It was 1:30 and the people were still dancing. We walked down to the basement and got our jackets. Hand in Hand we walked slowly back to our halls of residence. We walked past Security to our Tower. Clair was living on the 7th floor where as my room was on the 3rd floor. “It’s up 4 more floors, mine or yours Tom…?” Clair asked me… “mine got a nice view in the morning, we can see the sun rising.” “Lets get up another 4 flours” I day with a smile. “If you can wait so long?” We kissed and I felt her hands on my jeans again. She pushed me down on the stairs and she opened the buttons, pushing down the jeans and slowly taking my soft dick in her mouth. She slowly sucked my, while I rested, softly stroking her hair. I felt my dick harden again, it was so good. Suddenly we heard a door, than steps, someone was walking up the stairs. ”

Clair?” I asked her… “hmmm” was all I heard… Clair continued sucking me but faster. I felt my head pressing against her throat. She was moving faster, taking me deeper, I felt her tongue under under my shaft, her hands playing with my balls… The person came closer.. but the steps weren’t fast… “Clair.. h… hurrry…” I moaned while feeling the pleasure of her mouth but being afraid of someone catching us. The steps came closer… soon that person would stand in front of us, seeing Clair in front of me, giving me a blow job. But this feeling made me even more excited, the feeling, the idea someone could walk into us… and I exploded. Clair was sucking my juices. I pushed her gentle away and got up. Clair helped me closing the buttons and we kissed deeply tasting my seed. When the person we heard all the time coming nearer, passed us, Clair jiggled like a small kid. It was a fellow student, completely drunk, dragging himself up the stairs. I looked at Clair and saw some of my creamy milk flowing down her cheeks. I kissed it away and we walked the stairs up to her room…

Closing the door behind us, we pulled of our clothes as fast as possible. Clair guided me to her bed and she spread her long legs wide. I moved down between her legs, kissing the inside, moving up slowly to her wide open lips, still wet of my cream I left there when we loved us the first time. I moved up to her fruit, touching it softly, parting her lips and searching her clit… finding it in the wet depths, hard… I touched it softly with the tip of my tongue. “Ahhhaaa” Clair moaned loudly… I touched her clit with the top of my tongue, licking it, feeling her shiffer even stronger… “Ouahhh… Toahhhh… hhhmmm…. Ahhh!” Clair pressed her sex against my face… I started sucking her clit. Placed my lips softly around it, sucked the small hard clit… “Ahhhaaa…” I sucked harder and than let my tongue glide down into the wet depths of her passion. Clair moaned louder… “Tomm…” I stop licking her, looking up in her eyes. “Fuuuck meee pleeease…” I moved up, turned her around and Clair kneed down on her knees in front of me. I moved behind her, inserting my hard phallus in her wet tunnel, thrusting in and out of her while she moaned loudly. She was so wet and I hardly felt any friction. I felt just her wetness, her hot fluids coating my hard dick deep in her.

It felt good and I enjoyed how she moved her hips against my body, how her buttocks rocked against me, pressing me even deeper in her… I hold her bottom in my hand, massaging her firm ass, letting my thumbs circle over the soft skin while I pumped her. Soon I felt my fluids rising again but Clair started to shiffer, to shout, to spasm while she thrusted her hard against me. I felt my juice shooting through my body when she was shaken by her climax. I pumped my cum in her while she collapsed on the bed and I fell on top of her… I woke up the next morning, I felt naked, I was naked… I saw a naked body next to me, the back of a woman with short brown hair. It wasn’t a dream… and I felt my dick coming to life. I moved a bit nearer and but my arms around Clair, pressing my body softly against her back. I felt my dick reacting to the contact of her warm skin. Getting harder it rubbed against Clairs buttocks. It felt good…

Clair seemed to enjoy it in her sleep, it seemed like her body reacted to my touches, to my rubbing. Her buttocks moved against my dick or did I press myself so hard against her? I don’t know but it seemed like she started rocking herself against my hardness and I got harder. I pressed her body harder against mine, I felt her back pressing against my chest and I felt my dick between her legs rubbing up her bottom. The heat seemed to increase, my pleasure was rising and I started to rub my hardness against between her valley between her buttocks.

I kissed softly her neck when I felt her hands gliding softly over my hips. Soft moans escaped her half closed lips when I pressed my shaft deeper… It felt so good, it happened like two pieces just fitted together. My head pressed against her rosette and Clair pressed softly against my dick. Slowly she pressed herself on my shaft, my helmet entered her first… “Ahhhaaa… ahhhaaa…” “Shooot… I… stooo… stop? I asked her moaning… “Nooo… juuust fuuuck… meee slooow… slooowlyyy…” I thrusted gently deeper and I was overwhelmed by the heat, by this tightness. it was so dry, so hot, so intense. “Ahhhaaa… haaa… haaa… ahhh! Clair pressed herself even harder against me… she seemed to shiffer, to bent, like a cat. Somehow I was gliding, thrusting deep in her and suddenly I was in, letting out a load moan.

Clair shouted her moan out load as well… pressing herself on my shaft, burying me deep in her ass. “Ahhhaaa…! Clair collapsed, pressed against me, in my arms, my cock in her anus… we both relaxed feeling my hardness deep in her. “Its so intense Tom…” she softly moaned… “So hot, so hard…” “Tom, take me…” Clair moaned… “cum in me” She twisted her body, our mouths meet and while we kissed we started rocking again. Slowly and than faster, each stroke increased the pace. Soon I was thrusting into Clair and she moved against my body, i felt the energy building up in me, so differently… instead of the silky, wet and hot portal a very tight and hot tunnel… it was too much for me and I exploded instantly…

Was it really almost 20 yrs ago? Doesn’t seem like it. I can remember. Nineteen years old and still a virgin. Now that’s something you don’t want to get around to the rest of your shipmates. But hey, I was a little drunk and looking for sympathy when the subject of last piece came up. I was only temporarily assigned to the ship and wasn’t really part of the group. They let me tag along sometimes and that’s why I was there when the subject came up. So I told them I was a virgin. Got LOTS of sympathy. I’m just glad it was a small bar. I didn’t have a lot of laughter to run through getting out of the place. It was about three weeks later when Bill came up to me on a Saturday night and asked if I wanted to hit some bars. I was bored and, of course, ever hopeful Miss Right would be out there and said OK. Since we heading out on a cruise the following Monday, I figured I better get some shore leave in before we shipped out. Bill jokingly said Maybe we’ll get you laid tonight. Yeah, right. In a pigs eye. We took off and headed down the strip (every Navy town has one). I was driving my relatively new 68 Skylark; relative since it was 1973 and the car was ‘new’ to me.

Bill said Fuck it, let’s try someplace else. Someplace where there aren’t a lot of sailors ruining the place. Sounded good to me so I let him lead the way. We drove around Newport quite a while with Bill giving directions. I had a feeling he was looking for someplace in particular but didn’t really care. Finally he directed us into a parking lot and we went into the adjacent bar. Jesus, this place looks dead I said. Bill told me to just wait and we took a couple of seats at the bar. We had a couple of beers while the place started to fill. Most of the newcomers were older women. At 19, any woman is older; these looked to be over 30 with an occasional over 40 mixed in. Very few men which made me wonder if Bill had picked a lesbian bar (I hate that terminology). It was still kind of early and we were working on our third beer ( I was, Bill was on 4 or 5) when Bill grabbed my arm, lifted it in the air, turned to the mostly female population at the bar and said I have a virgin here, how much do I hear? All I could think of was How could I let myself be embarrassed like this again? I steeled myself to slink out amongst the expected laughter when I noticed there wasn’t any.

Looking around, all I saw was expectant and, in some cases, hungry looks. I grinned sheepishly at the wolves and said nothing, just kept sipping my beer. Being 19 and not a professional drinker, the beer started having its effect. I remember talking to a lot of the women there (the beer relieved some of my inhibitions) but was not attacked by any of them. The band started playing and I danced with the women I was speaking with. During one dance, I noticed a new woman enter the bar. Beautiful! About 34, 5’6, brunette, and a body that would knock you socks off. She was obviously a regular since she said hi to almost everyone there. I didn’t pay much attention to her since she looked so damn good. Figured my chances, coupled with my inexperience and age, were nil (typical of ALL my thinking about girls/women at that time). The woman I was dancing with saw me looking and just smiled. After the dance was over, my partner excused herself saying she had to talk with some friends. I went back to the bar and talked a while with Bill. I noticed that my last dance partner was talking to the brunette but I didn’t think anything of it. Next thing I knew I was being tapped on the shoulder. Turning around I almost choked on my beer; it was the brunette asking me if I wanted to dance. Nodding my affirmation (thank God I didn’t have to open my mouth and make a fool of myself) I followed her out to the dance floor. We spent the next few hours dancing and drinking until the bar closed. Bill left with one of the women we had talked to earlier with the parting shot Give her hell! Mary (the brunette) simply smiled at him and leered at me. I figured she was only flirting and nothing would come of it. When it got down to us and a few other clients, Mary asked if I would give her a ride home. Sure, I was hoping but figured my typical luck would hold out and nothing would happen. It didn’t take long before I was totally lost. I kept following her directions figuring it’s her house, she knows the way.

Suddenly she said turn right here! I turned the car onto a dirt road and quickly had to hit the brakes. Before me were rows of corn stalks with no house in sight. She reached over, turned off the ignition, and said I understand you’re a virgin. I’d like to do something about that. Now, a note of clarification on my virginity. I had dated a girl during my senior year in high school and we got pretty serious. Without going into detail on how it happened (another story, perhaps?) we experimented our way into heavy petting, and graduated to some mild oral sex (no orgasm this way, at least for me) and mutual masturbation. Both being Catholic and in HS, the guilt, paranoia, and down right fear of pregnancy kept us from going any further. The same guilt and paranoia always infected our trysts and made them less enjoyable. I digress but it is important to the story. I was terrified! I wanted her so bad but my fear of failure, self, etc. was almost overpowering. She slid over to my side (thank God I didn’t have bucket seats!), put her arms around my neck, and we started kissing.

The new moon, hanging low in the eastern sky, provided a pale surrealistic light to the situation. She slid her tongue inside my mouth and played with mine in a way that promised greater things to come. But still, I was petrified. I knew this was it; it was finally going to happen. Technically I knew what to do (I’d seen pornos, read books, practiced by myself) but I was so nervous I couldn’t think what to do first. She broke the kiss and said This really IS your first time, huh? All I could do was nod. Couldn’t even mention the little I had done in high school. Well, we’ll just have to find something to do to calm you down, she said. Right, got any phenobarbitol? I’m 19, finally gonna get laid, and she thinks she can calm me down? Good luck. She again started kissing me, that wonderful tongue playing intricate games in my mouth. Her hands unbuttoned my shirt and started caressing my chest and occasionally venturing down to my stomach and the start of my pants. My cock was straining and almost screaming at me to get started. Tentatively I reached out and cupped her breasts. She moaned, reached both arms behind me and crushed herself against me. I almost passed out! This was too good to be true! No begging or pleading, just someone who wanted it as much as I. Somehow I got her shirt unbuttoned and began caressing her breasts. MAGNIFICENT! She broke our embrace, reached behind and unsnapped her bra. She smiled at me as her breasts tumbled free, grabbed my head from behind, and pulled me down to those globes. I was lost in between them! I kissed and sucked her tits, going from one to the other, slathering them with my tongue without touching her nipples. She lay back moaning, crushing my head to her breasts.

Finally, I began running my tongue around her nipples first in large circles which gradually became smaller until my tongue was flicking across her nipple. Slowly, I drew the nipple into my mouth and began to suck on it. The pressure of her hands on my head increased and I tried to suck as much of her breast into my mouth as I could. I went back and forth between those melons driving both of us into a frenzy. By this time my dick was in extreme pain. I knew I had to do something to relieve the pressure but felt I needed to do more to please her. I remembered one of my shipmates telling how he preferred cunnilingus before entry to help excite the woman and reduce the amount of stroking required for her to reach orgasm. And believe me, I was determined that she would also reach orgasm. I began running my tongue down her chest to her stomach and back to her breasts. I was curious if she wanted me or even would let me go down on her. Taking her louder moans as an un-official endorsement, I began to undue her pants. She lifted her ass and helped me pull her pants down and off. I began to go lower toward her cunt when she pulled my head away, looked into my eyes, and asked Do you know what you’re doing? Not wanting to spoil the situation by saying something stupid I simply nodded.

I thought you were a virgin? she asked. I mumbled something about reading a lot and she chuckled in a very sexy manner and said go ahead. I again lowered my head to her stomach and continued running my tongue around the area, occasionally dipping below into her panties and dramatically increasing her moans. I grabbed her panties and slowly drew them off. She twisted in the seat so that her head rested on the passenger side arm rest with her legs spread on the seat (thanks mom for not letting me buy that sports car!). Starting at her knees, I ran my tongue down her legs to where her cunt hairs just started tickling my nose. Knowing that I should start at her clitoris (thanks to Everything You Wanted To Know About Sex But Were Afraid To Ask), and the general location, I used my tongue to explore until I found it. I started flicking her clit with my tongue and sucking it into my mouth. She arched her hips, grabbed my head, and crushed it against her cunt. Whatever I lacked in experience I tried to make up for in effort. I kept sucking gently on her clit, my saliva mixing with her juices, until she was soaked. Leaving her clit I moved down and began tonguing her vagina. Taking a deep breath, I shoved my tongue as far into pussy as it would go. She mashed my head against her moaning Jesus, a natural pussy eater! Hearing that drove me wild! I began thrusting my tongue in and out with short trips back up to her clit. I just couldn’t get enough of it with her moaning how good it felt and kept fucking her cunt with my tongue. Finally, I’d had enough.

Not that I couldn’t continue doing that, I just couldn’t take the pressure on my cock. Breaking her iron-like grasp on my head, I pulled back and began taking off my pants. She smiled at me and said Now it’s my turn. NO! I almost screamed, I couldn’t take it! She smiled knowingly at me and laid back down on the seat again spreading her legs. This was it. The moment of truth! I knelt between her legs and she reached down and grabbed my cock. I almost died! Just having someone else besides me touch my cock was fantastic. She stroked it back and forth a few times muttering it feels sooo nice! Grabbing my cock, she pulled me towards her and down to her pussy. Without letting go of my cock, she slowly worked it into her pussy grabbing my ass with her other hand. I couldn’t believe the sensation! Rosie Palm and her five sisters NEVER felt like this! When she had all of me in her, she let go of my cock, grabbed my ass with both hands, and moved her hips up and down against me. At last I was fucking a woman! I started getting carried away and thrust with all my strength against her, her hands on my ass pulling me deeper into her pussy. I knew I couldn’t take much more of this. Feeling an orgasm start, I shouted STOP! Too late, I started coming inside her but held myself very still hoping I could control how much I came. She looked up at me and asked Did you come? A little, I replied. Smiling, she stroked my cheek and asked Do you want to stop? I shook my head no and started stroking my still hard cock inside her. Now I understood one of the benefits of being 19, healthy, and incredibly horny: once just wasnot going to be enough! I also noticed that the first little orgasm seemed to deaden the sensations in my cock. Realizing I could now fuck her without worrying about coming too fast, I went at it with a renewed gusto.

She looked at me and moaned I don’t believe it! My ego soared! I was Tarzan dominating Jane! I was the fulfillment of the male image! Marlboro Man look out! I’m riding this mare to the sunset! I kept up the pace, going in and out, as deep as I could, her writhing and moaning driving me to animal passion that almost scared me. Her hips thrusting back at me met my every stroke with equal, passionate force. Suddenly, she grabbed me around the hips with her legs, and sinking her teeth into my neck, began to come. Her vagina clamped down on my cock and I could feel it pulsate in rhythm to her body convulsions as she became lost in the throes of her orgasm. I couldn’t believe that I had actually done that to a woman. She held on to me long after the orgasm subsided, my cock still hard inside her. Finally she relaxed her legs and let me pull out of her. I didn’t want to leave that warm, marvelous cavern but my arms were shaking from holding myself up. I sat back on the seat with a silly grin on my face. She sat up, saw the grin, and chuckled Well, how was it? Still grinning I replied WOW, it’s a lot better than I thought! She laughed and snuggled up to me, her breasts pressing against my arm. I lit a cigarette for both of us and we sat there in silence smoking. She finished half of hers and snubbed it out. Leaning back against me, she started stroking my thigh and said Well, we can’t go with you only having a little orgasm. How about a big one? I was shocked!

My high school escapades previously mentioned always ended with one orgasm no matter how good it was. Now here was a woman asking if I wanted more. I don’t think I can relate the male ego boost that occurs even today upon hearing that! I looked at her, nodded and said I don’t know if I can come again. She looked me in the eye and said Let me worry about that. Using both hands she gently forced me back until my head lay on the driver’s side armrest, my legs spread on the seat. Being obviously of a vengeful nature, she began running her tongue down my legs and around my stomach being careful to avoid my crotch. I moaned and writhed under her ministrations, thrusting my hips involuntarily into the air. Finally, after one tongue excursion down my thigh, she began tonguing my balls. She went back and forth between them getting the hairs soaked with her saliva. She suddenly stopped, looked up at me, and took my left testicle into her mouth. She sucked on it softly and stroked it with her tongue. Letting it slide sensuously out of her mouth, she repeated with the right testicle. She went back and forth between them, sometimes using her mouth to fuck my balls, sliding them individually in and out, in and out. She stopped, and taking a deep breath, took both balls into her mouth at the same time, gently stuffing them in with her hands. The sensation was overpowering. My cock felt more engorged with blood than ever before; bouncing up at the sky with every beat of my heart. I squirmed repeatedly underneath her which seemed to drive her into a heightened frenzy. She kept sucking on my balls like she couldn’t get enough, her eyes constantly open and watching my reactions. Suddenly, she pulled back slightly and let my balls pop out of her mouth. She began running her tongue up and down on the underside of my cock. Occasionally she would wrap her lips as much as possible around the side of my cock and suck it or stroke her lips up and down, pausing close to the head.

She opened her mouth and placed my cock inside on her tongue rubbing it all around without closing her mouth. I’d only seen this done in porno movies and experiencing it was almost unbearable. She grabbed my cock with her hands and closed her mouth about the head, slowly sucking it in until she had about half of it in her mouth. She kept it there, sucking on it like a popsickle, her eyes glued to mine savoring my every reaction. She closed her eyes and started stroking her head up and down on my straining cock, going deeper and deeper with every stroke, until finally all of my cock was buried in her mouth. She ground her face against my stomach, twisting her head back and forth, then returning to fucking my cock with her mouth. This sure wasn’t going to take too long. Nothing in my previous experience could possibly prepare me for this! I could feel my balls swelling, getting ready to expel my juices. I grabbed her head and twisted it up without removing my cock and told her I was going to come. I thought she would pull away and let me come in the air like in high school but I was wrong. I removed my hands from her head as she mumbled a negative and increased her sucking up and down. Again I grabbed her head and started helping her up and down on my cock. The pressure kept increasing and increasing until suddenly, I began to come! She thrust her head down on my cock, taking it as deep as before. I shot jet after jet of come into her throat while she continued to bob her head up and down on my deeply engulfed cock. It was like I couldn’t stop coming and she couldn’t get enough. As the flow lessened, she pulled her head back and began running my still spurting cock around her face. The muscles in my body were shaking from my tensing them.

Finally I stopped and she took my softening cock back into her mouth, gently licking and sucking it. She used her fingers to wipe off her face and sucked off the collected come. We both fell asleep. I woke up about an hour later, saw the time, woke up Mary and said I’ve got to get back on board ship. We dressed and I took her home. I laughed when it turned out her home was only three blocks away from the bar. I asked her why we didn’t go to her house and she said she didn’t want her husband catching us! I couldn’t believe it! I asked her if we could get together again and she smiled at me and said Who knows? You can find me at the bar. She kissed me tenderly and walked into her house. I went back to the bar after we got back into port about 2 months later but she never showed up. I drove by her house but it was up for sale.

Nobody at the bar knew what had happened to her or when exactly she left. I’m happily married now with a wife that fulfills my every fantasy and desire so I have no need to look for another woman. Still, I guess you never forget your first experience, especially one as wild as that one was. I hated waiting until I was 19 but in hindsight, it was well worth it! The message? Don’t discount older women. Their capacity to please can be overwhelming and their capacity to give can be bottomless. Thanks Mary, wherever you are. I’ll never forget you