You know how I told you I’m gonna blog about the best porn networks, so you can make yourself a sexy present this time of year? Well, last night me and my boyfriend wondered around and found Download Pass (it’s a porn site where you get access to 2357 DVDs and 12.310 scenes for 2.99$ (3 days membership, or 24.95$ monthly).

We bought our trial pass and started looking for teen, then for hardcore interacial, then some bizzare stuff. We found this hot hot hot movie and while we were watching it, I was ribbing my bf, good-naturedly of course, and he started poking at me.

“Wanna wrestle?” I asked him, eyebrows arched in an “oh, I dare you!” kind of way.

“You know I’m gonna win” he says back to me.

“Well, duh” comes my retort, “but I’m up for a good fight.” And so we begin, we fight with pillows, I scream, he puts a hand on my mouth… He overpowers me easily and I truly AM fighting back.

The screaming lasts until his knee goes between my legs and his jeans meet a pair of very wet panties. My breathing ragged, I give in as he rips my panties down my legs and fucks me, his jeans just yanked down over his ass.

Now I ask you, did I really lose?

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!) 
[by Louanne] You can find more stories here

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 fathe