4 comments/ 22244 views/ 10 favorites Proving a Theory? By: The_Rat_in_the_Hat Author's Note: Hi everyone! Well, it's been a long time since I last wrote a one-off short story so I thought I had better set that right and bash out a nice little fun tale of an anonymous encounter between two young friends and a man chosen totally at random. It is loosely based on one of my favourite CFNM scenarios albeit with much more back story and a very different ending. As usual, all characters are over 18 and any similarities to any person(s) living or dead and any company or organisation are totally unintended and entirely coincidental. Hope you enjoy it! ***** Proving a Theory? "You can't be serious!" A shocked Mandi gasped from the passenger seat at her best friend as she drove them along a quiet country lane towards the village where they lived. "I'm telling you..." Lizzie replied, "They're all the same!" "No way! I simply refuse to believe that." Mandi replied, "I mean, you can't just make that kind of aspersion without solid proof to back it up." "Think whatever you want, but it's true." "How do you know it's true?" Mandi retorted, "You know me, I'm an empiricist - I need to have proof of something before I can believe it. How do propose you prove it to me?" "Well, I'll go find you one and then I'll prove it to you." "Nope, that won't work." Mandi said dismissively, "If I know you, you'd have arranged it beforehand. It needs to be completely random in order to prove your theory." "Okay then, we'll do it." Lizzie said, "The next one we come across." Mandi Jessop and Lizzie Simmonds had been best friends since their first day at secondary school at the age of 11. They had been through all of the myriad feelings and the hormone-fuelled roller coaster of emotions that teenage life could throw at them. They had experienced their first periods together, supporting each other as first Lizzie, and then Mandi went through the experience of their first menstrual cycle and the required use of feminine hygiene products that went with it. Then they had shared gossip about the boys in their class at school, about which of them they fantasised about the most. They shopped for their school prom dresses together, went to university together, they both worked for the same local council - Lizzie in the planning department and Mandi in the housing team, in fact they were rarely apart for more than a few hours at a time. To say that they were best friends was an understatement; it was almost as though they were twins. During their years as A-Level students, they had lost their virginities within days of each other. Mandi lost hers to a young Greek man while on holiday in Crete while Lizzie had her first time with an older man - her 'uncle' who was really a friend of her father's - during a wedding reception. The two friends, now in their twenties, lived close by to each other in the same village they had grown up in and it was customary for them to share the chore of driving to and from the nearby town where they both worked. They often gossiped, as most women do, as they made their way to and from work and Lizzie often provoked Mandi's interest by throwing in a totally random hypothesis from out of the ether and it was one such hypothesis that had led to the conversation they were currently having. "No chance!" Mandi scoffed as Lizzie piloted the car along the road. "You wanna bet?" Lizzie grinned. As far as she was concerned, to Mandi this represented a pretty safe bet. "You're on!" Mandi said brightly, "Fifty quid says you can't prove it!" "Deal!" Lizzie said with a wide grin, "I'm telling you Mandi... men are always the same! All a girl has to do is ask and he'll drop his pants and show you his cock!" Mandi remained unconvinced, what about gay men for example? Certain in her own mind that surely a man wouldn't simply agree to just show his manhood to any strange woman - not unless there was something in it for him in return - she decided to throw a caveat into their wager. "Ah, but it has to be genuine okay, there has to be nothing in it for him - no promises of sexual favours or any kind of arrangement to hook up later and show us his bits in private. It has to be right there, and right then. And if he's gay it doesn't count okay." "Fair enough, although it would probably be best if we at least found somewhere nicely secluded." Lizzie added, "He's not going to want to do it by the side of the road." A moment of contemplative silence passed between the two of them before they saw him. Rounding a bend in the road, the two girls caught sight of a man; most likely in his mid 30's walking along the side of the road, a small canvas rucksack slung over one shoulder. He looked to be a typical specimen of a perfectly normal, totally average, completely common-or-garden White European male. Dressed in a loose grey T-shirt, dark blue denims and brown leather boots he appeared the very epitome of conventional masculinity. His light brown hair was kept pleasingly short and with only a very slight stubble on his chin, his facial features gave him a kindly non-threatening demeanour with his blue eyes and perfectly proportioned nose. He wore a smart looking wristwatch on his left wrist and a couple of charity wristbands on the other. His only other adornment was a tasteful gold chain around his neck. He was in short, the ideal candidate for Lizzie to prove, or disprove, her theory that any man when asked by a woman would happily drop his trousers and pants and show her his most sacred and private parts. "He'll do!" Lizzie announced brightly, and she immediately flicked on her indicators and pulled over to the side of the road. She opened her window as the car came to a halt, pausing to turn and wink at her friend. "Excuse me, erm... we're strangers around here and we're a bit lost and we're running a bit low on petrol, is there somewhere we can fill up around here?" Lizzie asked the man with the rucksack. "Um... I dunno really, I'm a bit of a stranger around here myself." The man replied politely. "That's a shame." Lizzie said, adding a hint of 'damsel in distress' to the timbre of her voice. "What brings two nice young ladies so far off the beaten track anyway? Were you looking for anywhere in particular?" The man said as he stepped over to the car. "Well, some directions back to the main road would be helpful... if you know how we can get there that is." Lizzie said. "Ah well, that I can help you with!" The pleasantly mannered gentleman said with a smile, "I got off the bus a few miles down the road from here from the main road into Felchester. If you take the first left and then the second right you should find yourselves back on the main road. I think I remember the bus passing a garage about a mile or two down the main road from the stop where I got off." "Thank you sooo much, that's really helpful!" Lizzie beamed, and then added completely out of the blue, "Would you like to show me your cock?" "No problem, anything to... I'm sorry... what did you just say??" "I said I'd really like to see your cock." Lizzie replied as though it was the most normal thing in the world to ask a man she'd never met before. "You want to see my what?!?" "Your cock." Lizzie said patiently, "I bet it's a real beauty. Handsome man like you... I wouldn't mind betting that your cock is as gorgeous a sight as the rest of you!" She batted her eyelashes at him for added flirtatious effect. "Well... I... erm..." The man replied in utter confusion. "Pleeeease??" Lizzie pleaded, putting on her best curious little girl voice. The man looked up the road, first one way and then the other. "We wouldn't tell anyone... honest!" Lizzie added, "We just want to take at look at it and then we'll let you go on your way. Pleeeease???" The man sighed heavily. "Alright." He said in a placating manner, "Just as long as it isn't here by the roadside." The two girls squealed in delight. "Hop in, we'll see if we can find somewhere to pull over! Mandi called across to the anonymous man. Lizzie knew exactly where she wanted to go. It was a spot called Chiver's Copse, a small patch of dense ancient woodland about half a mile up the road from where they were. She knew of a small wooden shelter there, right on the edge of the copse by the side of a small woodland track. She knew it would be perfectly secluded and they would be unlikely to be disturbed by anyone. It was the scene of one of the most exhilarating episodes in her life. Her father's friend, the man she called 'Uncle' Steve, had taken her for a walk in the countryside a few years earlier, not long after the evening at the wedding reception where the two of them had made love together in his hotel room. They walked through peaceful woodland glades, fording the occasional stream and took in the views of the surrounding countryside from the hilltops. Eventually they came across the small wooden shelter - it had been erected many years ago to provide shelter for shooting parties on the local Lord's estate during pheasant season. The current Lord of the manor was very much against blood sports however, and the small hut had fallen into disrepair as a result of years of disuse. Quite on the spur of the moment, for such was her impulsive nature, she dragged Uncle Steve into the shelter and kissed him. That kiss elevated into a full-on make out session, 'heavy petting' her mother's generation called it. As the passion between them ramped up with every passing minute, Lizzie felt a hormonal surge that ignited a fire within her loins. With a smile she took a step back, reached up inside her skirt and then pulled down her knickers. With her lacy pink panties around her ankles she turned and bent over, hiking up her skirt and presenting her puffily engorged vulva in an open invite for him to take her from behind. 'Uncle' Steve needed no further prompting, within moments his trousers and pants were around his ankles and his stiffly engorged manhood was buried up inside her. The rapid, urgent, animalistic sex that followed was the most incredible feeling she had ever felt. His forceful thrusting and masculine grunting only served to fan the flames of her own arousal further and further still. She gasped and cried as his thighs repeatedly collided with her bare buttocks, causing a sharp slapping sound to echo around the wooden walls of the little shack. When it arrived, her orgasm consumed her totally, causing her to scream and cry and gnash her teeth as her 'Uncle's' penis pummeled her vagina like a pneumatic drill on its most powerful setting. When her orgasm eventually subsided, his began. It was much shorter than hers, but judging by the sudden explosion of warmth she felt inside her and the loud exultations he made as he came, his orgasm was certainly no less enjoyable for him than hers had been. His eruption lasted but a few moments, but it felt as though a bomb had exploded within her and she marvelled at the raw, visceral power of the male orgasm. As they both stood momentarily exhausted and panting heavily, he slipped out of her. A little of his sticky greyish-white spend dribbled down her leg as she stood up, turned to face him and then took him in her arms. They kissed once again, softly and languidly for a while before making themselves decent and continuing on their way. That brief dalliance had been only the second time they made love but alas, it was also to be the last. 'Uncle' Steve, a Lieutenant in Her Majesty's armed forces, was sent to serve a tour in Afghanistan a few weeks later. He returned home in a coffin draped with the Union Flag carried out of the back of a C-17 Globemaster by six smartly uniformed pall bearers on a rainy afternoon the following February. The strange man cautiously sat in the back seat - not wanting him to let the man change his mind, Lizzie put the car in gear and headed off down the road almost at the very second the man's buttocks made contact with the softly upholstered rear seat. "See, I told you!" Lizzie whispered across to her friend. "Hey, it's not over yet Lizzie." Mandi whispered in reply, "He may have got in the car but this ain't done until he drops his pants remember!" An uneasy silence followed as Lizzie drove along the road to the gate that led to the woodland track. She hoped that the man in the back wasn't having second thoughts about going through with showing the girls his man-parts. She decided to try and strike up a conversation between them. "So erm... what brought you out here?" She asked. "Oh, nothing really," he replied conversationally, although there was a definite hint of nervousness in his tone of voice, "I'm just out for a hike in the countryside, I've heard it's very pretty around here." Lizzie, picking up on his nervousness figured that it was understandable given the circumstances so she decided not to make an issue of it. "I guess it is really." Lizzie replied, pretending to gaze out at the lush greenery and idyllic pastoral scenery as it passed them by as if she'd never seen it before. In reality she was more than familiar with the pleasantly rural landscape having grown up in its leafy environs. After a couple of minutes they came across the gateway. "Ah, this looks promising." She announced as she slowed to make the turn into the narrow gravel track. "Are you sure?" Mandi said, obviously taking up her role as 'lost young lady with equally lost friend', "Looks a bit bumpy if you ask me." "Well, let's just see how far it goes. I'm sure we'll be able to find somewhere to turn around if necessary." Lizzie replied, a smile spreading across her face. She knew precisely where she was! Five bumpy minutes later, they came out into a large clearing full of long grasses and pretty wild flowers. The little wooden hut stood before them just as Lizzie remembered it, with the dense primeval woodland of Chiver's Copse behind it. "Ah, a little hut. That should be perfect!" Lizzie announced, "How about we do it here?" "Um... fine, I guess." The man in the back seat replied nervously as Lizzie pulled to a halt. Lizzie and Mandi got out of the car first. The man followed a few moments later, his canvas rucksack still with him, looking increasingly nervous. Lizzie had to stifle a chuckle as she watched the man follow Mandi towards the hut - he looked like he was some kind of condemned man on his way to the electric chair or something. Mandi pretended to appraise the little timber shack as the three of them convened within its rundown walls. It was open to the elements on one side where a line of windows had once been and its door had similarly disappeared years ago. Aside from that, the shelter was in remarkably good condition - its internal fittings may have been lost to the years of exposure to the elements but it was still structurally sound. "Well then?" Lizzie prompted as she and her friend turned to face the man. He shifted on his feet uncomfortably. "Erm..." He said after a few uneasy moments, "Well... umm... now that I'm here... I erm... I don't know... I... don't know if I can umm... go through with this." He rubbed his hand over the nape of his neck, a gesture that Lizzie knew signaled nervousness. Mandi on the other hand, felt that very soon she would be £50 better off. "Awww... come on. You promised!" Lizzie pleaded, trying her best 'daddy's spoilt princess' voice in a bid to recover the situation. The man sighed heavily, weighing up the situation. "It's quite okay, you don't have to if you don't want to." Mandi said soothingly, trying to steer him in the direction that meant she would collect on her wager. He sighed once more. And then... The man drew in a deep breath and brought his hands to his belt. He unbuckled the leather belt around his midriff and then unbuttoned his jeans. He unzipped his flies and pushed his denims down until they were gathered around his ankles in a crumpled heap. He was wearing a delightfully masculine pair of close fitting red boxer briefs that accentuated his maleness and his supple and well-defined buttocks. After taking another deep breath, he pulled his underwear down. His penis was indeed a marvelous sight to behold. It wasn't the largest that the two girls had ever seen, in fact Lizzie figured his size could be described as average at best, but it was the perfect size and proportion for the rest of his masculine frame. Any smaller and he would've looked strange, any larger and he would've looked too threatening. His pubic hair, dense and curly as it was, had been carefully manicured leaving a patch towards the base of his shaft whilst his scrotum remained entirely hairless. Like almost all men in the UK, and most of the rest of the world for that matter, his manhood was entirely as nature intended. The head of his penis was enveloped within the protective sheath of his foreskin, the shape of his coronal ridge visible under the layer of soft skin, teasingly concealing his most sensitive part from view. "Oh wow!" Lizzie gasped as she got down on her knees before the bottomless man to get a closer look at his (normally) private parts, "That looks beautiful!!" "You... you really think so?" The man replied, his voice quavering a little as he spoke. "Totally!!" Lizzie confirmed, "Your cock is an absolute beauty!" Lizzie turned to look up and face her friend. "See? What did I tell you? They are all the same!" She said, "All it takes is some nice words and any man will happily get his cock out for you. They love it! Don't you?" "Yeah... I guess." The man replied sheepishly. "Well, this man clearly loves it, but I still don't think all men are like that!" Mandi said sulkily, now that she was £50 down. "Can I touch it?" Lizzie asked as she looked up into the man's eyes pleadingly, "I mean, now that it's out it'd be a shame not to take a closer look at it." "Um... sure I guess, go ahead." He replied. Lizzie reached out and gently stroked the anonymous fellow's manhood, marveling in the softness of its skin. She picked it up in her hand and scrutinised it carefully, slowly retracting his foreskin to reveal the smooth dark pink flesh of his glans with the tiny vertical mouth-like opening of his meatus at its very tip. "Any woman would kill to have skin as soft as this." She sighed as she caressed his penis. With her other hand she cupped the man's testicles, slowly rolling them around in the palm of her hand almost like a pair of Chinese meditation balls. The stimulation she was giving him began to have an inevitable effect upon him. It is often wrongly assumed that men have some kind of control over their erections but the reality could not be further from the truth. The uneducated falsely believe that if a man becomes erect, it is because he is aroused - that he wants sex at that moment. The reality however, is that the erectile process is merely a reflex action and as such is not under any kind of conscious control. Some ideologues use this false assumption to argue that because a man has to have an erection in order to be able to penetrate, he must therefore be aroused. And if he is aroused then he is consenting to sex... right? So by some ideologues reckoning, it is impossible that a man can be raped by a woman! Indeed, even the law itself seems to have bought into this false assumption - a man forcibly penetrating a woman is classified as rape, a most heinous crime that nobody in his or her right mind could ever condone. A woman forcing a man to penetrate her however, is merely the 'lesser' crime of sexual assault, and by using the 'he must've wanted it, he was erect at the time!' argument, there are those who don't even see it as any form of crime at all. Proving a Theory? Anyway, rant over - back to our story... In reality, the man's body was merely responding to Lizzie's physical touch. Although he was starting to become less nervous and more aroused as she uttered such positive and appreciative words about his pride and joy. "Fine. You win the bet." Mandi conceded and knelt down beside her friend. "What's that supposed to mean? You win the bet?" The man said, a hint of utter confusion in his voice. Lizzie sighed. "Thanks Mandi!" She admonished her friend before turning to face the man once again, "Listen, I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but... my friend and I... well we sort of... ummm... made a bet. I bet her that I could get a man totally at random to drop his pants and show us his cock, and well... you just went and proved me correct." "You... you... used me for a fucking bet?!?" The man said in disbelief, his by then fully erect penis in Lizzie's right hand. "Please don't get mad!" Lizzie said defensively, "I really did mean what I said about your cock, it really is a beauty!" "Yeah, I'm... I mean... We're sorry!" Mandi added, "We didn't want to upset you. You're a very kind man for showing us your dick, I'm just a little annoyed that you proved my friend correct!" The man couldn't help but chuckle at Mandi's sudden display of contrition. "Yeah... look, we're both really sorry okay." Lizzie added, and then continued with an impish grin, "But erm... now that it's out, we may as well have a little fun with it. To say thank you for showing us and sorry for taking advantage." "And how do you propose to do that?" The man asked, the corner of his mouth creasing into a smile. "Well, how about this for starters?" Lizzie answered. She started to masturbate the unknown man, slowly at first before speeding up a little. "Ohhhhh... Mmmmmm..." The man murmured contentedly as Lizzie stroked his tumescence. Mandi meanwhile looked on in apparent awe. She was less familiar with sexual acts than her friend, having only ever had sex on the one previous occasion with the young man on Crete, and she had never seen a man masturbating or being masturbated by someone else, so she watched her friend's ministrations with enraptured fascination as her actions caused the man's foreskin to repeatedly reveal and then cover his glans, drawing up the skin of his scrotum with each and every upstroke and causing his testicles to lower briefly with every down-stroke. Eventually, the man suggested moving on to the bench seat at the back of the hut that ran along the entire length of the wall. The two girls stepped over while the man, still with his trousers and pants around his ankles, shuffled over to join them. His engorged penis wobbled from side to side as he took such tiny steps to the back of the shelter. He sat down between them and Lizzie once more took his erection in her hand. "Ohhhhh... that feels soooo gooood..." The man murmured as Lizzie continued to masturbate him. "Hey, no fair!" Mandi exclaimed after a minute or so, "I want to have a go!!" Lizzie smiled broadly. "Sure! Be my guest!" She said warmly. Mandi cautiously grasped the man's erection in her hand. It felt warm... almost hot to the touch. And soft... so unbelievably lusciously soft! Lizzie was right; she had never felt skin as soft as this before in all her life. She almost completely forgot about the man this delightful appendage was attached to, such was the attentive fascination she had for this thing in her hand as she lovingly stroked up and down its heat-radiating shaft. A sheen of moistness had appeared over the dark pink glans within its foreskin as the man's arousal grew and grew causing him to produce precum in increasingly copious quantities. Eventually, some of the crystal clear secretion gathered on her hand and she took a moment to draw her hand away and, not knowing what else to do, she licked it off, briefly surprised at its sweetness. The man took over from them at that point and grasped hold of his erection and started to masturbate himself rapidly, urging himself to achieve an orgasmic explosion. Mandi could not draw her gaze away from the man's testicles as they bounced around loosely inside his scrotum as he stroked himself furiously. "Ohhh... Unnnggghh... Hahhhhh... Oooooh..." He gasped and murmured, his whole body shuddering and giving his voice a slight vibrato as his right hand pumped furiously away. Underneath them, the old wooden bench seat creaked as the ancient nails and screws that held it together were put under the kind of loading that they hadn't been subjected to for many a long year. "Oh shi... Ohhhh ffffuccckkk... Oooooohhhh shhhhhiiiiiittt!!" The man exclaimed. Suddenly, his whole body stiffened and shuddered as though his entire being was vibrating from the force of some kind of rapture. And then... With a final guttural groan, his erection spewed forth a ribbon of semen so forceful that it landed on the dusty floor of the hut a clear three feet away from whence it had emanated. The man grunted and gnashed his teeth as he came, savouring his all too brief orgasm, extracting as much pleasure from his joyous release as he could. Several further spurts followed of lesser and lesser velocity until his ejaculation slowed to a dribble of greyish-white cum that merely dripped onto the floor. Finally he released his fist from his organ and he collapsed against the wall and slumped on the bench seat as a gasping and utterly spent shadow of the explosion of masculine sexual energy he had been just seconds earlier. Mandi looked on as his penis slowly drooped from majestic full tumescence to deflated floppy flaccidity, a slight remnant of spent semen clinging to his foreskin as he panted and tried to get his breath back. "That was... that was... fantastic!" The man panted, "Thank you so much!!" Both girls couldn't help but giggle, feeling that it was they that should be thanking him for putting on such a magnificent show for them. And that should have been the end of it. Except that it wasn't. The three of them simply sat for a while, talking about this and that. The this in question was about what had just happened in the shelter whilst the that was talk about penises in general and especially about his penis in particular. All the while he simply sat there between them, his trousers and pants around his ankles whilst his now flaccid manhood was still on display for the two young women's appraising gaze. Eventually the subject somewhat inevitably drifted towards sex. Mandi gasped as her friend recounted the men she had been intimate with over the past few years, about the respective qualities and shortcomings of their personalities and especially of their penises. All in all she had slept with ten different men in the five years since she had lost her virginity at the age of 18, a figure that caused Mandi to gasp in disbelief. "H... how many??" She asked. "Ten." Lizzie confirmed nonchalantly as though it was nothing of any significant importance, "Why? How many men have you slept with?" "One." Mandi replied sheepishly. "One?!?" Lizzie giggled, "You've only had sex with one man?!? How many times?? Please tell me it was at least more than once!" "I wish I could." Mandi replied sadly with slumped shoulders and a deep sigh. "Oh my God." Lizzie gasped, "What's wrong with you girl?!?" "Heyyy, don't tease the poor girl!" The man said as he gently stroked Mandi's shoulder in an attempt to comfort her, "So what if she's only had sex once. Sex isn't a competition about who can sleep with the most people possible. Sex is something that should be savoured between two people. I'm sure she's just been saving herself for the right man to come along and sweep her off her feet so that they can live happily ever after." "If only that were true." Mandi grumbled quietly. "How do you mean?" Lizzie asked. Mandi sighed deeply as she was about to make a painful admission. "Well, I mean... it's not for the want of trying." She said eventually, "Truth be told I'd love nothing better than to hop into bed with a man... any man. But I guess I just don't have the confidence with men that you have Lizzie. I don't mean that I think of you as being slutty in any way, it's just that I wish I could have some of your... confidence." Suddenly, there was a very large elephant in the room. A huge African bull elephant. All this talk of sex had had a decisive effect on the man's penis, which presented an obvious solution. "You could always... I mean... If it's okay with him... ummm... you know..." Lizzie tried to suggest. "Have sex with me?" The man speculated. "Only if it's okay with you." Lizzie babbled, "I mean if you don't want to that's totally fine. I mean..." "Listen, it's fine with me." The man cut her off in mid-flow, "If you reckon it'd give your friend a boost of confidence then I guess it's for a good cause." "Would you really??" Mandi gasped, "I mean, I know I'm not much to look at or anything..." "Heyyy, you're beautiful!" The man interrupted, "You're a gorgeous, sexy young woman. It'd be an absolute honour to have sex with you." The man rose to his feet and then took hold of Mandi's hands and pulled her up to stand opposite him. He brought his lips to hers and kissed her. Initially, unsure of what to do such was her limited experience, she simply stood there passively, but eventually that instinctual portion of her brain kicked in and she began to reciprocate his kiss, opening her mouth to accept his tongue inside and to begin a lovingly soft pas de deux between their tongues. His hands began stroking her flanks, down her back and over her feminine hips. Eventually he reached up inside her skirt with both hands, an action that caused her to break their kiss and gasp momentarily. "It's okay." The man said, looking her right in the eye, "If you want me to stop I'll understand." "No... please, I want this." Mandi said breathlessly, "You just took me by surprise a bit." "You sure?" The man answered, "I can stop any time you want to. You're in control here okay." Mandi simply nodded in reply. The man's hands alighted on the waistband of her delicate white panties. As he drew them down her long and shapely legs he got down on one knee as though he was a knight of some medieval realm kneeling before his queen. She stepped out of her knickers feeling a sudden cool breeze between her legs as the fresh country air teased her suddenly exposed vulva. The man, being ever the gentleman, elected to lie himself on the dusty floor of the shack so as not to spoil Mandi's clothes. "I'll um... go and wait in the car." Lizzie said as she rose to her feet. "No! Wait!" Mandi exclaimed, "I erm... I want you to stay." "Are you sure?" Lizzie replied, "I mean, if it's okay with him..." "I want whatever she wants." The man said from the dusty floor of the shelter, "If she wants you to stay with her it's totally okay with me." "Really Lizzie, it's fine." Mandi insisted. Lizzie sat back down on the bench at the back of the shelter. Nervously, Mandi positioned herself above the prostrate man on the floor - his staff of masculinity poised firmly erect and gently pulsating and slapping lightly on his belly, ready to be picked up and welcomed inside her. It was silly really, she thought to herself as she looked down on him, it felt as though she were losing her virginity all over again. In some ways she found that notion to make her feel even more exhilarated than she did before during that holiday on Crete with her parents when the young Greek man named Helios took her maidenhood in a small room at the back of the little taverna he worked in with his parents. It had been a pretty boring holiday up to that point - all her parents ever wanted to do was to visit one historical site of Ancient Greek ruins after another. All her 10-year-old brother Timmy wanted to do was to play on the beach. Neither activity really excited her beyond a begrudging acceptance that it was easier just to go along with whatever the day's activities held in store for the sake of a quiet life. Mandi was at the time, a hormone-driven 18-year-old young woman who was desperate to attract the attentions of a boy and to feel his penis inside her. The main stumbling block in her life was her parents, who insisted that she keep herself for the 'right man'. It wasn't that her parents held on to some outdated ideal of no sex before marriage, it was merely that they wanted to protect their only daughter from the amorous attentions of young men whom they believed were too immature to be responsible. However, while on holiday in the sunny surroundings of the historic Greek Isle of Crete, they had let their guard down somewhat. The Taverna Athina, named after the Greek Goddess Athena who apparently bathed in a lake on the island, was a small family-run concern overlooking one of the many sandy beaches on the island that catered to the many thousands of tourists who visited the island. It was run by the Kostakis family, who had owned the place for four generations. The taverna was an oasis of good local food and wine where the ouzo flowed freely and where everyone went to cool off after another hot day under the Greek sun. Helios Kostakis, 25 years old at the time of their encounter, served the patrons of the taverna under the ever-watchful eye of his father, a ferociously proud patriarch by the name of Attis who had in turn inherited the business from his own father. Away from his duties serving the tourists however, Helios was renowned for being something of a local lothario. It was only too easy for a handsome young Greek Adonis to get all the sex he could ever want from the visiting young women. In his mind he felt as though he was offering a service of sorts - providing young foreign women with a sexual encounter that they would remember forever. In reality however, he was simply a horny young man who used women to recklessly sate his own desires with little real concern for their feelings. Besides, he was certain his father had been no different when he was younger. He had a different girl every week - German girls, French Girls, Dutch girls, English Girls and sometimes the occasional American Girl. Each nationality had its own quirks and peculiarities, some more endearing than others, but English girls had always been his favourites. He couldn't tell for why exactly, there was nothing wrong with any girl really, it was just that there was something about English girls that inflamed the fire in his loins more than any other. His pursuit of foreign girls usually followed a familiar pattern: - Firstly, he identified a suitable target from the latest influx of tourists for that particular week. Then he introduced himself, politely so as not to scare them off, and offer to show them around the local area during the day when the taverna was closed. Over the coming days he would work towards getting closer and closer to his latest girl: the first 'accidental' contact with her breasts, the first kiss, the first make out session. And then, always on the day before she was due to fly home, he would take her into the back room of the taverna - always while old man Kostakis was out making his weekly supply run from the local wholesalers - and have sex with her on an old mattress he kept there for just that purpose. It wasn't exactly the most romantic of surroundings, amongst shelves filled with jars of olives, packs of goats cheese and vine leaves and the expansive racks of wine bottles and locally made ouzo, but it provided a private little haven for the four hours or so that his parents were away. And then he would pretend to give her a tearful goodbye before the whole process would start again the next week with a new girl. Sure, there had been occasions when a girl he had slept with returned to the island to seek him out and to pick up where they had left off the previous year, only to find him in the arms of another young filly, but they were mercifully few and far between. Helios saw in Mandi, just such a potential target for his latest conquest. A young, obviously very bored and naïve teenager on holiday with her family - it wasn't hard for him to sweep her off her feet and she represented a fairly easy lay. And so it was that Mandi found herself with what she thought was the young Greek man of her dreams in the back room of Taverna Athina after feigning a migraine to excuse herself from her parents final excursion to some ruins on the north coast of the island. He had shed his clothes before her effortlessly, and she marvelled at his physical near-perfection, his finely sculpted, tanned and almost hairless naked body being the single most incredible thing she had ever seen, and nothing at all like the picture of the pale skinned, bearded hairy naked man in the biology textbooks she had giggled at in school with her friends. She allowed him to undress her, kissing her all over as he removed one item of clothing after another. Once she was as naked as he, she held him and explored his masculinity, stroking his penis languidly and coaxing him to become erect for her. He didn't require much persuasion to rise to the occasion. At his prompting, she laid herself down on the old mattress and parted her legs invitingly. The whole encounter passed by in what seemed like a flash - he was inside her and coating her inner sanctum with his seed and then out again in what seemed like only a couple of minutes. Losing her virginity had been a far cry from the romantic image she had in her mind. No sooner had he had his way with her he collapsed onto his back and fell asleep, no post-coital cuddling, no warm afterglow, not even so much as a 'thank you, that was wonderful!' Nothing, he just fell asleep. It was then that she left him, in a flood of tears and feeling used and dirty. She had even also endured a very fraught and nervous few days back home in England when her period was late, fearing that he had made her pregnant. The relief she had felt once her menstruation finally began could not be described in mere words alone - never before had she been so glad to have to insert a tampon into her. That one encounter had set back her confidence with men and had affected her ever since. Of course she knew that not all men were as callous as the young Greek man who she felt had soiled her - that the vast majority were caring, loving and respectful - but what happened to her on Crete had poisoned her subconscious and she had never had sex with another man since. Each time she got close to a man, the little voice in her head warned her that there could be danger, that this man might just be another Helios, and she somehow managed to push them away without even really thinking about it. But perhaps this time might be different. This man whoever he was, for it had never occurred to either of them to enquire of his name, seemed different. During her encounter with the Greek lothario, he had very much been in charge from the very beginning - he had taken her virginity from her, rather than her giving it to him. Ha hadn't raped her or anything, but it was clear from the start that he was firmly in control, that having sex was not something they were doing together, it was something that he was doing to her. This man, in stark contrast seemed comfortable allowing her to be in the driving seat. He was even comfortable with having her friend witness their imminent coupling. With her heart racing and her palms sweating, Mandi stepped over until she stood above the man and prepared to squat down. Proving a Theory? "Oh, hang on a moment!" Lizzie announced suddenly, and began rooting around in her bag for something. A few moments later she extracted a small foil packet that she then handed to Mandi. "Better to be safe than sorry." She said as she offered the condom to her friend. She took it from Lizzie's proffered hand, unsure of exactly how to use it. Her only previous encounter had never involved any form of contraception. Sure, she had been taught how during sex education lessons in school when she was 16, but that knowledge escaped her now. "Just open it very carefully, put it on the end of his cock so that it looks like it's wearing a hat and then roll it down all the way to his balls." Lizzie instructed, "Oh, and make sure you pull his foreskin back first." With her heart in her mouth, Mandi knelt down and took the man's engorged phallus in her hand. She gently pulled his foreskin back to reveal his naked glans to the air before covering it in the thin contraceptive sheath. As she rolled the condom onto him, coating his erection in a near invisible layer of gossamer-thin latex, she looked into his eyes. He wore a peculiar expression on his face - a mixture of lust and apprehension - as though he was unsure of the situation he found himself in. For a moment she put herself in his shoes, thinking about how he had found himself to be in the position he was now in. Not long ago he was just an ordinary man out for a pleasant hike in the countryside on a summer's day. Less than an hour later he found himself half naked on his back about to be ridden by a girl he barely knew anything about. Maybe he was feeling a little nervous, Mandi remarked to herself, but he had given her an assurance that he was okay with everything, and had even done the gentlemanly thing and laid himself down so that her clothes wouldn't get dusty. With that warm thought in her mind, about his concern for her, she straddled him and readied herself to sink herself down upon his stiff pillar of maleness. Her vulva was by that time positively dripping with her natural vaginal juices and secretions; her desire had become so inflamed by the situation. She decided she liked being in control, if she were to have sex with a man after this she decided that she made sure that it would be she who was on top - if he didn't want to be beneath her then, tough! She picked up the man's rubbery-sheathed erection and guided it to where she wanted it. Feeling the warmth of his erection begin to slightly part her nether lips, she sank herself down and gasped as she felt herself being invaded by his tumescence. The sensation was like being on the receiving end of a jolt of electricity that passed through every nerve, sinew and muscle in her entire body. She couldn't help but gasp and yelp as she felt her vagina enclose a man's erection for the first time since her Ill-fated deflowering in the back of the Greek Taverna some five years earlier. It felt wonderful. Beyond wonderful in fact, she sighed and moaned as she rested herself upon his prostrate body, he looked back at her. "Feels good?" The man below her asked. "Ohhhh my God it feels fantastic!!" She replied, her body already tingling from sheer arousal alone. Beneath her clothes she could feel her nipples harden whilst inside her loins the feeling of the man's erection sliding up and down and stretching her vaginal lips further than ever before, caused her to feel what could best be described as a mini-orgasm - a precursor of sorts, to the 'main event' that was to follow in the fullness of time. Mandi was still fully clothed, save for her underwear, and her skirt hid the sight of the man's engorgement nestled between her legs, but the eroticism of the sight laid before her had a truly mesmerising effect on Lizzie. She had seen many a sex scene in movies and occasionally on late night TV before, but at the back of her mind was always the knowledge that they were merely an act, a performance of make-believe, a suspension of disbelief. This however was certainly no act - this was two real people having very real sex, right before her eyes. So it was perhaps unsurprising that she felt herself parting her legs and reaching up into her own underwear, already soiled by her own vaginal secretions, and rubbing herself to join in with the others. Mandi gasped and panted as she bounced up and down, the man below her holding on to her hips and grunting and grimacing as he was being ridden. To Lizzie it was the most incredible thing she had ever seen and it wasn't long before she felt herself approaching her sexual zenith as she forced aside the gusset of her panties and forced her fingers as deep inside her as she could possibly manage. Mandi meanwhile, was enjoying herself more than at any other time in her life. This man was way better than that rat Helios had been with her. She felt like he was some kind of pilgrim, worshipping at the altar of her femininity and she was a Goddess welcoming his masculine offering to her. Finally, she felt like she was living her greatest sexual fantasy - all those nights alone with only her own fingers and a surreptitiously procured vibrator she had purchased via mail order without her parent's knowledge, was finally coming true. She was finally having sex with a man who respected her a damned sight more than the callous Greek lothario who had deflowered her. She was quite unprepared for her orgasm when it arrived in all its glory. First she felt little jolts of electricity that made her shudder. Then she felt a warmth in her loins that seemed to grow in intensity and gradually radiate throughout her entire body. And then a sudden rush as the orgasm took hold of her. She gasped and yelped and she threw her head back up at the roof of the shelter. She was sure her orgasmic cries could be heard for miles around but at that moment as she was in the throes of experiencing the highest plateau of orgasmic bliss a woman could feel, she simply couldn't care less. To hell with being a demure lady, she thought to herself, right at that moment she was a powerful woman announcing her sexuality to the entire world. Her already intense orgasm was inflamed yet further as she felt the man below her suddenly erupt into his own zenith of sexual potency. She could feel the teated end of the condom inside her swell like a tiny balloon as it was filled with his copious spend - it was the first time she had ever experienced a multiple orgasm. The man below her gnashed and grunted and panted as his whole body stiffened below her, his powerful hands gripping her sides as he came. Lizzie's own self-pleasuring had her dangling over the orgasmic precipice herself, but still not quite at the point of no return. As their orgasms subsided, Lizzie and the man below her came to a panting halt. She rose herself off him after a few moments, his still hard penis slapped down onto his belly as it was freed from the confines of her vagina. Pooled in the teated the end of the condom, his greyish-white deposit could clearly be seen. Lizzie, still not sated, impetuously decided that she didn't want the man's continuing tumescence to go to waste. In a matter of moments she had extracted another condom from her bag, knelt down to remove the used condom from his penis, rolled the new condom on to him and then mounted him herself. She knew that shouldn't be doing this, that he would probably be almost painfully over-sensitive in his post orgasmic state, but it was just what she needed to push her over the edge. Miranda simply looked on, resting on her knees as her friend rode the anonymous man, a pained expression of immense discomfort on his face. He hadn't protested nor thrown her off however, which Lizzie took as permission for her to continue. Sure enough, it wasn't long before she felt her own orgasm gratefully consume her. She didn't abandon herself to it in quite such an explicit manner as her friend had a few minutes earlier, but it nonetheless felt incredible. But what amazed her more than anything else was that the man below her erupted yet again. She had no idea it was possible for a man to cum more than once in quick succession, judging by the expression of amazement on his face, he seemed to be as surprised as she was. "Ho-oly fuckkk!!" The man gasped as his third orgasm of the afternoon finally dissipated. Lizzie rose up off the man and knelt beside him. She loved the way his chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. For a couple of minutes the three of them simply stayed as they were - the two women on their knees either side of the man laid on his back, his once proud erection returning to its normal state. After a little while, Lizzie slipped off the condom and dropped it onto the floor beside the one her friend had used earlier. Both girls stood and then helped the man to his feet - it was only then that he finally pulled up his pants and his jeans and made himself decent again. "Wow, what can I say." The man said eventually, "Thank you girls for the most incredible afternoon!" "No, thank you!" Mandi said as she hugged the man and kissed him on his cheek, "You were amazing. And you've totally helped me get over my issues with men!" "Well, I'm glad to have been of service!" He replied warmly. "And thank you from me too." Lizzie added, "I know it was unfair but you did prove my theory." "What, the theory that all men are the same?" The man replied, "The theory that any man would gladly drop his pants if a young lady asks him to? That basically we're all little more than randy hormone-driven beasts?" "Um... Well..." Lizzie replied sheepishly. The man smiled broadly. "I did that because I wanted to do that!" He said in reply with a chuckle, "I wasn't acting on some primal urge, and I know plenty of guys who would never, and I mean never, drop his pants for a strange woman just because she asks him to. I did that for you because... I dunno... it felt like it'd be fun... and it was fun! So as far as your little wager is concerned, well... perhaps you should call it a draw!" The three of them suddenly erupted into a smiling fit of giggles as all the tension in the old wooden shelter dissolved into the ether. Eventually, after making sure that the shelter showed no evidence of what had transpired within its wooden interior, the two girls escorted the man back to the road and back to the spot where they had first picked him up. As he continued on his way with a final friendly kiss on the cheek and a friendly wave, the girls turned the car around to head for home, it suddenly occurred to them that they still had no idea who he was, and they never would know his identity either. Likewise, he had no idea who the two girls were that had given him such an incredibly erotic afternoon. Perhaps the total anonymity of their encounter had been what had made it so perfect. "So then..." Mandi said as they approached their village, "Still think all men are the same?" Lizzie pondered, deep in thought for a moment. "We-ell... maybe not all of them." She conceded.