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Religion

By: GradStudent



My problem was that I had met Lynn at church. Sweet, soft spoken Lynn. Indeed, I had joined the church in order to meet more single women. Lynn was very pretty, and quite friendly. We went out a few times and, since I was looking for a new place to live, she had suggested I move into the house she shared with 3 other graduate students.

The women were all very conservative, Lynn was the most conservative. Her father was the minister, and every second word was, "Oh, my mother would not think that proper". Oddly, the housemates were also feminists, very much into women's rights. They were very proper in their dress around the house, never even a sight of a bra or a slip. Male visitors never slept overnight - bedroom doors always stayed open. Occasionally Lynn held my hand or let me give her a quick kiss.

Lynn's mother must have been forty, but looked a very stylish 30. Lynn was very beautiful and had clearly inherited it from her Mother. Lynn's father, or perhaps step-father, could not be over 30, even though he was the Minister.

I was so frustrated, that I was reduced to peeking through a crack when the bathroom door did not quite close. It was mid morning, and Mary had walked in to take her shower. I casually walked down the corridor and glanced through the 1 inch crack in the door.

"Peter! You are very bad!" Barbara barked at me.

I had thought everybody else had gone.

"How could you be so low. We should not have allowed a man to live here."

"What?" I said, trying to look innocent.

"Come here!"

I sheepishly obeyed, and walked into her bedroom.

"You were peeking at Mary. Can you image how it feels to be spied upon when you are naked?"

The next statement was totally bizarre, so totally out of context that at first I thought I mis-heard her.

"Pull down you pants!"

I just looked puzzled.

"Pull down you pants so that you learn about privacy! Otherwise, I will get Mary and tell her what you were doing."

I was so shell shocked, I just slid down my pants, revealing my blue underwear.

"Everything!"

I could not believe that Barbara, my very conservative housemate was making this demand. I was very private about my body, I did not like to get naked even in a locker room or with a girlfriend. But I wanted her to stop yelling, before somebody else heard. I did not want Lynn to hear about this, or even worse, Lynn's mother.

I slide down my bikini underwear, so that it dangled around my feet. I felt utterly humiliated, caught and revealed.

Barbara again totally blew my mind, she reached out both hands to cradle my balls and firmly hold my penis.

"See! You are getting hard, thinking about Mary's body. That body belongs to her, not to any man."

She squeezed my balls and pulled hard. It was painful but made me almost instantly hard.

Then she stepped back and I saw the flash of the digital camera. Capturing me with my cock hard and my underwear around my ankles, then she came in for a close up shot.

"OK Peter, this is enough for now. Remember the Goddess owns all the bodies in this house. You may get dressed."

I walked back to my room in a daze, I could hardly believe that this had happened in this very conservative, god fearing household.

Nothing was said about my sin at dinner that night, I hoped it was all forgotten. But, the next day, I was there at lunch with Barbara and Mary.

Barbara looked straight at me, as if willing me to take her very seriously.

"Peter, I think you should be doing a little more housework around here. I would like you to clear up the kitchen and vacuum the rugs."

I looked surprised, but did not want to cross her, so I got up to start work.

"It will be good entertainment for Mary if you do it naked," Barbara said very quietly.

It was again, so utterly unexpected. There were two fully dressed women, we had just eaten together. How could I undress? Why should I undress? Then I realized that Barbara was daring me to object. The moment I objected, she would tell Mary of my peeping tom incident and back it up with the cock shot.

Thank god, Lynn was not there. I tried to act as if it was the most common request in the world. I looked across to the open window and street not far away. Barbara shook her head. I turned to walk to my room to undress.

"No, strip here," she said in her quiet tone.

Mary, had just been staring at me and at Barbara, she did not move or say a word.

I faced the two young women, and took off my shirt. Then I dropped and stepped out of my pants. I folded them on the table, standing in my red underpants. Barbara's look made it clear that this was not enough. Feeling utterly exposed, I slid down my underwear to reveal my full manhood.

I made several trips to the kitchen, clearing the table and bringing the ladies their coffee. I could not help starting to feel excited about the situation. As I went to pick up Barbara's coffee cup, her hand again reached out and grabbed me. 

"Starting to enjoy it. Good!" as she squeezed hard and then passed my member to Mary. Mary also squeezed, but more gently.

"Remember, you body belongs to all womankind. The Goddess made men for women."

Thank goodness I was allowed to get dressed after I had vacuumed the entire house and before Lynn came home. Barbara took numerous photographs of the naked male housecleaning. She seemed to laugh at each image.

I had hardly seen Lynn in the past few days, I just hoped that Barbara would be too ashamed of her own behavior to tell Lynn.

The next evening, Lynn's parents were expected for diner. I was sure this would prevent any more humiliation.

Lynn's mother talked to me about my background but her husband sat quietly.

After dinner, I got up to clear the table, not wanting to wait to be asked.

But Lynn, my erstwhile sweet girlfriend, said "Oh Peter, I understand that you can be a most attractive houseboy. Why don't you dress in your houseboy uniform?"

I just stared at her, what did she mean?

Barbara, the traitor, said "Peter, we were delighted by your performance at lunchtime yesterday. I am sure that Lynn and her Mother would love to see you at your best advantage." 

Lynn, the normally very sweet Lynn, turned to me and said: "Peter, do it now. Strip!"

I could not disobey, even with Lynn's mother and the Minister in the room.

I repeated my strip of yesterday, but it was much worse. There were 5 full dressed women and one man watching my every move. 

Once I was naked, Lynn did not waste a moment in seizing my penis and leading me to her Mother. Her Mother used two hands to hold my balls and my cock. 

"Very nice dear. You have trained him very quickly. He seems to naturally have understood God's purpose for men's bodies. Does he do any tricks?"

"Well Mother, this is his first night, we will see how well he does.

First, I had to clear the table and bring in the coffee. Hands were always grabbing me from different directions.

By far the worst ordeal was to masturbate in front of these women. I lost all my dignity. Barbara photographed every step.

Lynn lead me to each girl in turn. "Take off her blouse. Carefully unclip that bra.

Slide down her panties. Kneel and eat her!"

The women stripped, each clothing item carefully removed by me at their direction. I had to service all the women with my tongue. The last was her Mother, but there was no hesitation, right in front of her husband and her daughter, I stripped her and brought her to climax.

Despite my own ordeal, I was puzzled by the Minister, how could he accept this? How could he accept his wife in this situation. He just sat. I only understood when Lynn's mother turned to him after I was exhausted,.

"Frank, your turn. Strip!"

Religion and Sex



I'm a big guy, six foot three inches, 220 pounds, blond hair and a ruddy complexion. My Dad was a lumberjack, spent his entire life, up to now, in the lumber harvesting business. Norwegian background. I worked lumbering starting in junior high school, through summer breaks in college. Lots of hard work. I was raised in a very small community. less than a thousand people. I was also raised in a fairly fundamental protestant religion, attending the only church in town. 

This story is really about my adapting my basic religious beliefs to the real world. In my early years, I knew as a fact that people had sex only after marriage. God made it enjoyable, to encourage reproduction and the continuation of the species. But it was for marriage only and anything else was sinful. I knew there were strumpets but they were evil, sinful, There was even a girl in my small school that got pregnant and she and her family left town and I never heard of her again. 

So, I carried this belief into college. Adjusting to living amidst a much larger number of people than I was used to was difficult. Living in a dorm full of guys took a lot of adapting. The class work was never a problem, I was used to working hard, studying hard. Girls were a definite distraction. There were a lot of extremely attractive girls around and I wasn't used to that. For some reason, they mostly seemed to be very nice to me, to like me I guess. 

My first big lesson about sex happened about six months into college. Four of us guys went to a bar. A big bar. There was recorded music, girls, people dancing. I found it very easy to down beer, lots of beer. Then a very attractive girl asked me to dance. I had never danced, in fact thought it was something bad. Good people didn't dance. I told her I couldn't dance but a combination of her and the beer got me out onto the dance floor. Then this girl was almost climbing on me. She had her arms around me and pressed up tight against me. I could feel the shape of her breasts, her stomach, her hips, as they pressed against me. I was extremely embarrassed because I got a hard-on. A huge hard-on. As it developed this girl rubbed against it. It had to be on purpose, I realized. She started calling me Studley. I never learned her name. And even though I told her my name wasn't Studley, it was Robert, she called me Studley several times. 

Then she said we should stop dancing and she led me off the floor. She stopped at a table and picked up a couple paper napkins and then led me into a side room, a dark room. It was only a few feet from a lot of people but nobody else was in there. Nothing but tables and chairs, all the lights off. Dark, just light coming in from the other room. She sat me down on a chair and sat on my lap, facing me. Her legs were on either side of me. She kissed me. I had never kissed a girl and I had no idea what to do, so I did nothing. It didn't stop her. She reached down between us, raising her self some with her legs, and unzipped my pants and reached in and grabbed my cock. She pulled it out into the open and sort of moaned or made a small noise and told me I was very big. Using her other hand she apparently pushed her panties aside as I think back, although at the time I was sort of in a daze, not realizing at all what was going on. She then raised herself again some and moved a little and started sitting back down. I could feel my cock pushing its way through some sort of dense, damp, semi-solid of some sort. Whatever it was fit around me so tight it pulled my foreskin back a lot, almost hurting but somehow feeling very good at the same time.

She's telling me that I feel so good inside her, filling her up, and then she's sort of bouncing on me and I can feel what I now realize is her insides massaging my cock. Massaging it all over, moving on it. I should have just stood up and pulled her away, I realize looking back but I didn't. It was all so surprising. And, it all felt very good. I knew what it was to cum. I knew it was a sin but I had jerked off before. The girl started making moaning noises in my ear and her insides seemed to ripple on my cock, squeeze it even tighter and let go and squeeze again, over and over, and that made me cum. Cum inside her. She told me how great I was and took the paper napkins she brought and put them against herself where my cock had been in her, pulled her pants back in place, and got off me. She grabbed my hand and pulled me back to a standing position and told me I needed to zip up. So I push my cock back in and zip and we go back into the other room again.

By then I knew what we had done. I had learned the anatomy of people and wasn't stupid, except in the ways of the world. I really looked at her. She was actually pretty. Maybe not the most beautiful I had ever seen but attractive. And she was grinning, she was happy, she liked what we had just done. But I realized she was a strumpet. She had probably been sent by the devil to tempt me and she had succeeded. I left. I still don't know her name. But I realized I was no longer a virgin, I could never present myself to a prospective wife as a virgin. I was permanently harmed.

I told my room mate back at the dorm what happened. He wanted to know who the girl was so he could go find her but I had no idea. I didn't even know if she went to the college or not. I told him how what had happened was so wrong as far as my beliefs were. He didn't laugh but looking back I think he almost did. He told me that every day millions of unmarried people were having sex. Girls take a pill that lets them accept male semen without getting pregnant. For some people, it's an extremely enjoyable pastime. Getting naked and using each other's bodies is fun. If I don't believe that, I don't need to do it but all those people aren't doomed to Hell as far as he was concerned. He asked me if I had liked it and I had to admit that I did. It felt very good. Did I really believe that some how I was now less than I was before. I did feel that way, that it had h armed me some how.

He never convinced me, my beliefs were too strong, but I did realize that lots of people were having sex and seemed very normal about it. Just because they were different than me didn't mean they were evil, they just had different beliefs, like different religions have. I also couldn't help but notice how attractive so many girls were and I did wonder if they were having sex with someone and I would regularly get erections that embarrassed me.

There was a girl in my class, Elaine, that was very nice. She was easy to talk to, laughed a lot and we got along fine. She wore a lot of loose clothes. Never dressed as if she was trying to tempt me or anyone. I got along with her to the point we would often have soft drinks or snacks at the college Union. One late afternoon we were at the Union and it started raining really hard. She mentioned about how she had to get a half dozen blocks to her apartment and the heavy rain would soak her. I had planned ahead and had an umbrella so I agreed to walk her home, us sharing the umbrella, then I could come back on my own. So we started along and everything was fine. We were talking and laughing and not getting too wet, although it's never perfect under an umbrella. We could see her apartment building, it was less than a block now. We also could see that the rain had washed a lot of dirt, mud, across the sidewalk just ahead of us. There was too much traffic to go out in the street so we decided to try and walk though the mud. It didn't look that deep or anything. 

We started through. I don't remember now whether it was her or me but one of us slipped and grabbed the other and we were both down in the mud. As we tried to get up we kept slipping and grabbing each other to try and help or be helped. We're both very soaked and very muddy. But we both laughed about it and headed on the little bit to her apartment. She suggested that as soon as we were in her apartment we should leave our shoes at the door. Then I was to go into the bathroom and take off all my clothes and put them outside the bathroom door and go ahead and take a shower to get clean. She would take our clothes downstairs to the laundry room and put them in a washing machine, then later a dryer. So that's what I did. I never thought about the fact that I was about to be naked in her apartment for an hour or two while the clothes got washed and dried. I heard her outside the door so I opened it slightly and looked out. She had on a robe and said she would be back in a couple minutes. 

I looked at her shower, over a tub with a pull-cloth to keep the water from the bathroom floor, found the soap and decided to do as she suggested and take a shower. It took a little while for the water to get hot. It finally was as I liked it. I stood under the hot water and moved around getting wet all over. I picked up the soap and started to wash myself with my bare hands. I had seen only one wash cloth and didn't think I should use it, it was hers. Then, huge surprise. Shock almost. The curtain got pulled back slightly and Elaine stepped over the side of the tub, completely naked. The first thing I noticed was that she had a terrific body. She always wore such shapeless clothes I hadn't realized it. Very large breasts. Big nipples. Perhaps slightly heavier than models would be but still with a slim waist and a rounded stomach. Dark patch of hair between her legs. Same pretty face. Same smile.

She looked at me, reached a hand behind my neck and pulled me to her and down a little and kissed me on my lips. My second kiss with a girl. "Give me the soap," she said. She then started washing my shoulders and chest. I start getting an erection. She can't help but notice it. She washed down my stomach and said, "Turn around." I turned. She washed my back, my butt. She kneeled and washed my legs. "Lift" she said as she held a foot, so I did and she washed it. Same with the other foot. "Turn around" she said so I did. I'm fully erect and it's right at her face level. She looked up at me and grinned and then used the soap and her hands to wash my cock and my balls, reaching up between my legs toward my butt. She held everything up so the water can rinse me and then she kissed the head of my cock. I can't help it, my cock jumps a little. Then she started putting her lips around the head and holding the base of my cock with her hand. She had to really spread her mouth open because my cock is so big around. 

She started moving her hand like she's jerking me off except she can't run the whole length because about a fourth of it is in her mouth and she's licking and sucking me. Her other hand sort of played with my balls. She started moving her lips back and forth on my cock, like she's using them to jerk me off. Her hand is also moving, jerking me off, right behind and then ahead of her lips as they move back and forth. It was amazing, I'd never had anything that felt like this. I liked it. I more than liked it. I told her that I liked it and her eyes flicked up at me and her mouth's shape changed a little like maybe she's smiling except her mouth is stretched pretty wide to take my cock in. It doesn't take long and I cum. I shoot off over and over inside her mouth. She seems to just keep sucking me but finally pulls back a little just holding my cock and looking at it, smiling. Then she looked up at me, picked up the soap that's been laying on the bottom of the tub, stands up and said, "Your turn."

I try and do what she did. But as I wash her breasts I can't help myself, I take a lot more time than is needed to just wash them. They feel great. "Go ahead, kiss it," she said, so I leaned down and kissed a breast, ""Kiss the nipple," she said. So I did. "Suck on it," she said, so I did. She just lets me suck awhile and then said, "The same with the other one," so I moved over and held it and sucked the nipple. She never stopped me but after a short while I realized I need to wash her so I did her stomach and then she turned so I could do her back. I had to kneel to get to her butt and legs. She had lovely round, firm but pliable cheeks on her butt, really shapely legs, some muscle in there. She lifted one foot and then the other and I washed them, Then she turned. 

Her crotch was right in front of me. Hairy. She lifted her left leg and put her thigh on my shoulder. "Wash me," she said. So I reached in and washed her there. Sort of wrinkled skin in the middle with hair, mostly above it but on each side, too. She reached down and used both hands and pulled the wrinkled area open. I can see it's pink and red inside her. "Use your tongue," she said, "Lick me there." I looked up at her. "C'mon," she said, "I got you off now you have to get me off. Lick me." I leaned forward and put my tongue out as much as I could and licked up and down in her. "Yes," she said, "Like that." I licked some more. "Give me your right hand," she said, so I lifted it up. She moved one hand away from herself. "Keep licking," she said, so I do. "Palm up," she said as she tried to turn my hand over. She held two of my fingers and pulled my hand up under my chin. She moved my hand until I'm touching her inside pink area. 

Push a little," she said. I did and I can feel my fingers actually go inside her. "Slide them in as far as you can," she said. I did. "Now start sliding them back and forth some, keeping them inside me." I did that. She moans. "Lick right there," she said. So I did. "Feel that shape?" she asked. I could feel it with my tongue. "Lick it fast, back and forth," so I did. "Yeah," she said. I kept licking. "Keep moving your fingers," she said. Then in a couple seconds she said, "That shape you're licking. Can you grab it with your lips and pull it a little?" It actually is big enough that I can. She moans louder. "Suck on it," she said. I was sliding my fingers in and out and sucking on the shape and she had her hand on the back of my head pushing me into her until I wondered if I could breath right. 

Then her hips started moving, sort of jerking. I could feel fluid coming around my fingers. ""Suck my whole pussy," she said. I can't figure it out. "Pull out your fingers, grab me with your mouth and suck" she almost yelled. I did that. I could taste I'm getting some of that fluid. It's o.k., not bad at all. I liked it. Why would I like this? It doesn't make sense but it's obvious she loved it. She made odd noises, like she's gasping for breath and at the same time sort of moaned or yelled. Then she grabbed my hair and pulled me away. "If that's your first time, you're a quick learner." As I stood up she put her arms around me and kissed me again. I put my arms around her. I could feel her naked body against me. She then reached around and turned the water off.

We dried each other. I'd never felt quite like this before. I'm really interested in her. We got into her bedroom and she had me lay on my back on the bed. She climbed on next to me and grabbed my cock, which is back being erect again. "You have a magnificent cock, Robert," she said. "The largest I've ever touched." Then she climbed over me, straddling me, moved herself with her legs until she's right above my cock, then aimed it by holding it and started dropping down, forcing my cock up into her. Like the time with that girl in the bar, she's so tight that it feels as if it's going to pull my foreskin off. She sort of looked up and made sighing sounds as she slowly lowered herself, stopping and rising a little and then dropping some more until she's sitting on me. She looked down at me. "You really fill me," she said, grinning. She started moving her hips and then leaned forward, putting both arms out to support herself. 

She's somehow moving her hips so that I could feel myself going all the way into her and then partly out, over and over. Those large breasts were hanging in front of me. I reached and put a hand to each and felt them, held them. I did a slight sit up to get my mouth to a nipple and sucked on it while she continued to ride me. I moved to her other nipple. She rode me for a fairly long time. I hd to admit that I liked it. More than liked it. I had momentary thoughts that it's all wrong but my liking it is much stronger. She's not quiet. I really couldn't describe what she said, it's unintelligible. Moans, little screams, gasps, changing but moving in synch with her hips moving on me. Then she did almost scream and her insides started grasping my cock. I could feel fluid leaking around my cock. She stopped riding me and held still and screamed some, then looked down at me with a big smile and sort of lay on me. My cock was still in her. She laid there for just a moment and sat up slightly. "You're still hard," she said and I nodded. "O.k., let's see if we can roll," she said. She laid back down, put her arms around me and pushed with a leg and we started to roll over. I think I'm too much of a weight because she made it and I'm only part way and I'm out of her. "Come here," she said, so I did, sort of climbing on her. She spread her legs on either side of me, moving her knees awkwardly up towards her shoulders, and reached down between us to grab my cock "Just push with your hips,: she said. I did and all of a sudden I'm sliding into her.

"Fuck me," she said. Maybe it's second nature, probably it's because I knew what she just did to me, but I started pushing all the way in and then sliding partly out. It's all so tight, it's actually a little hard to move my cock inside her. But it also felt so terrific to have her insides holding me all over as I moved. She's kissing my chest, her arms are around me and soon she has her legs up over me, her heels on my butt. She's moaning again, in synch with my thrusts into her. Then I could tell that I'm going to cum. I did. I pushed all the way into her and just held it as I shoot out several times. I pulled back to get my face to hers and kiss her, which caused my cock to slide out of her. I kissed her and she kisses back. "You've even learned to kiss," she says. "You never did this before, did you?" I tell her that I hadn't. She said, "Well you're damn good at it. That was about the best fuck of my life. I guess because it's definitely the best cock of my life." Then she said, "I've got to go clean myself up a little. Then I'll go down and move out clothes to the dryer. "Don't go away because we aren't done."

I waited, it didn't take long. Besides, I'm naked with no clothes, there isn't much of anything I can do but wait. I knew I was a sinner. What we did was all wrong. But it was so good. I know I'm going to do more. I liked it too much even though it's sinful. Elaine came back, naked, and joined me on the bed. "I can't marry you," I said to her. 

She grinned. "You can't? Why not?"

"Because you've had sex out side of marriage, which is wrong."

"But you did, too." She told me.

"Yes, I did, and I'm a sinner. I will have a very difficult time finding a girl to marry me since I've done this."

"Well, Robert, don't worry as far as I'm concerned. I don't want to marry you. I still have two years of college ahead of me and then I should spend another two or three years proving that I can earn a living, establish a place in life. Maybe then I can think about getting married and having children."

"So you didn't do this to get me to marry you?"

She grinned again. "No, not at all. You're not the first I've done this with and hopefully not the last. I will say that you have the best cock I've ever run across so if you'd ever loosen up, you'd make a great sex partner. You know, you've already sinned. What difference can it make if you sin a little more. Once or a hundred times, what difference does it make. Besides, didn't you like what we did?"

"I loved what we did. And I guess you're right that I'm already fallen, it can't make any difference now whether I do it more." I kissed her and felt her breast. Then I slid my hand down between her legs to feel her there. "I've never been naked with a girl before. You have a beautiful body. I love your body and how it feels. You seem to like my cock. Well, I feel the same about you down there. I find it all very appealing. Can I lick you there again? For some reason I liked that."




Religion and Sex



She gave me a huge smile. "Robert you can lick me again a million times. I'll never say no to that. I'm glad you liked it because I love it. If I slide over here and you kneel on the floor, you can get at me better." She slid over to the edge of the bed, her bottom almost hanging off. I got on the floor between her legs and it was easy to get my face to her again. I used my fingers to pull her open this time and got my tongue into her to lick.

I licked and sucked on her again, then she turned on all fours and I shoved into her from behind. She came both times but I didn't. She ended up sitting on me again until we both came. For the next two years we did that over and over. Many mornings I went to my first class from her apartment. I loved it. I was very remorseful, I was a horrible sinner. More so because I liked what I was doing so much. Then the sinning part sort of fell into the background more and more and I just enjoyed what we did a lot. I reconciled myself to living as a sinner because I knew I was going to continue sinning. Through my own experience and from various business classes, I think I understood how rapacious businesses took advantage of ignorant people and literally stole money from them. Their need for more money was like my need for more sex. Even though you know you're sinning you do it more and more and become sort of jaded about it.

At the end of my sophomore year Elaine graduated and I spent the summer logging as I had the summer before. It's hard work. Different now with a lot of power equipment but still hard work. So I came back to school trim, in great shape. Shirley, a very cute little blond cheerleader who was one of Elaine's friends, got to me the day I came back to school. Like she was waiting for me. She let me know that she knew what Elaine and I had been doing. Elaine told her all about me, that I had a terrific cock and liked to, as she said, "eat pussy'. She wanted to take Elaine's place with me and for us to continue doing what Elaine and I did. Damn, my background came up again. This is a very desirable girl, perhaps the cream of the crop at college. I've sinned and sinned. Can I really bring myself to sin even more? The summer had sort of got me back into my groove morally. 

"You're a beautiful, sexy girl, Shirley but I don't think we can."

"Why?"

I stumbled a bit. What reason can I give? "You're so small. I don't think I would fit."

"My mouth is as big as Elaine's. I can suck you every bit as good as she could. Maybe better."

"Uh, well, your body is so small, I probably couldn't fit inside you."

"Robert, babies can come out of there. I can absolutely stretch enough to take you on. Come to my room with me now and let me prove it."

Naked, in her room, I admired her body. She's shorter and thinner than Elaine. Her breasts aren't as large as Elaine. But her body is perfect, would fit well as a centerfold. and while her breasts may not be as large a mass they're every bit as large in comparison to the rest of her body. A perfect body. And what looks like a small tuft of blond hair down between her leg s. As I soon learned, she's also extremely fit. A hard body. Cheerleaders must work hard. Yet her breasts and butt were as soft and adorable as Elaine's. And she really could suck me as well as Elaine ever did, maybe got more of me into her mouth even. And her pussy? Gorgeous. Beautiful. All pink with that little bit of blond hair, just as blond as the h air on her head. Less hair than Elaine, too. Maybe even sweeter tasting. Loves it, too, cums really loud and wet. Every bit as tight to get into as Elaine ever was but she ends up taking me all the way in. 

I'm sunk. I've sinned again and know darn well that I'm going to sin often. Sex with Shirley is fantastic. She seemed to enjoy it so much. Not just be sexy but actually happy about it. Bouncing on me she acted almost like she might on a trampoline. So, after getting checked in and lining up my schedule, I get back to her room. The girl opening the door has red hair. Is just as beautiful as Shirley but not Shirley. 

"Hi," I said. "I'm Robert. I was supposed to meet Shirley now."

"C'mon in," she says, standing back. I go in and she closes the door, locks it. "I'm Rebecca. I'm Shirley's room mate. We share." She pulled her t-shirt up and off. She had no bra on. Beautiful, full breasts. She bends and shoves her shorts down and steps out of them. She now had nothing at all on. She unfastened my belt and said, "Let me get a feel of you. Shirley thinks you're special."

Well, Rebecca, soon just Becca, had a body as great as Shirley's. She sucked me every bit as well as Shirley. She had the first shaved pussy I had experienced. It was all pink and beautiful and tasted great. Tangier than Shirley. I fit in her, too. There went my good intent. The next time I was in the room it was with both of them. Shirley sat on my face while Becca bounced on my cock. Then they switched and Shirley bounced on me until I came in her while I ate Becca until she came. They both then licked my cock until I got hard again and then it was one and then the other, me in missionary position on one while the other kissed me and felt me, then they switched places. When I finally came again they ended up licking each other while playing with my cock until I got hard enough to do them both again. I have no idea what levels of sinfulness there might be but I think they definitely were even more sinful than me. Girl doing girl!

I was sorry I had done as much as I had. I told them it was over, I couldn't be part of something so sinful. My relationship with Elaine had been monogamous, loving and long term. It gave me some way to justify why I was doing something sinful. But this arrangement with the two of them was beyond my ability to rationalize any continued involvement. I don't think it phased them one bit. They're probably continuing being promiscuous and bi-sexual to this day.

I tried to get into normal college life and forget about sex. But I thought about it a lot. I missed it. I wasn't able to quite believe that it wasn't sinful but I was definitely ready to be sinful. To kill time and get my mind off sex I went to the school gym a lot. I used the stair-stepping machines, the weights, the stationary bicycle, ran the track some. The problem was that there were a lot of attractive girls dressed briefly, showing off their figures. And most of them had very good figures. I talked with several, had coffee with some. I probably spent more time with a girl named Gretchen than anyone else. Blonde, slim, slightly tall, perhaps five foot eight. Good figure but not overdone in any way. Very personable, friendly, easy to talk to. After about three weeks Gretchen and I were in the Union having a soft drink when she surprised me.

"I live in the same apartment house as the girl you dated last year," she said. "The girl that graduated. I saw you there very often. I assume you were having sex with her. That must mean you're available now but you've never made a pass at me, tried anything. Why?"

"I was raised very conservatively," I told her. "It's not like me to try and take advantage of anyone, that wouldn't be proper. But maybe I should ask you why? If I had tried anything, would I have succeeded?"

"Yes. Definitely. You're a real hunk and I'm horny and frustrated."

We actually had a few more sentences but ended up fairly quickly back at her apartment. A small apartment like Elaine's had been. There, I learned that slim girls can have great asses and legs, that her breasts were more than they appeared earlier. Not humongous but very nice, probably full B cups, and all up front and well shaped. Her pubic hair is darker than her head hair but lighter than Elaine's had been and less of it. Her pussy tasted terrific and while it was extremely tight, she accepted my entire cock with enthusiasm. Her insides seemed to have muscles or something, working on my cock like no one else ever had before. Great sex.

I told her I couldn't marry her and she replied, "Fuck Robert, I don't want to marry you. Don't even bring the subject up. I want to fuck regularly, suck a cock often, get eaten to orgasm a lot. I want to be satisfied sexually, happy. That's all I need from you. And not so incidentally, you're really good. You have a great cock and you eat me like you really want to."

"I do want to. I love your pussy, its shape and taste and how I can make you react."

"Great, just be happy yourself and forget this talk about sin or whatever." She was playing with my cock all through this. "Now, you're hard again, fuck me."

I don't know for sure who told who about me but I started to have girls come up to me and make passes ranging from outright asking me to fuck them to an innocent naive kind of wanting to get to know me better. I have to assume that Shirley and Becca and Gretchen each talked to somebody and the word spread. I began to think the co-ed population of the college was 100% nympho. Although, come to think of it, it shouldn't be a surprise because from my limited sampling, the male population was 100% satyr. That now, unfortunately in my opinion, included me. I continued to see Gretchen but I also began to respond to too many others also.

I learned that, once you had been with a dozen or so, they all started running together. I mean, there are differences in bust size and vaginal tightness and that kind of thing, blondes and brunets and redheads. But I got jaded about sex. It was still a high to have an orgasm but it began to seem almost routine or something.

Then I met Amy. Really good looking. Dark blonde, blue eyes, pretty face, great looking body. Almost too much bosom for her body size because she wasn't big. Maybe five foot five and while not skinny, not heavy either, just very female. She was in a class with me. I sat next to her in the Union one day when she was having a coke and introduced myself, saying we were in a class together.

She looked at me colder than I think anyone ever has, worse than my mother after I spilt a sack of flour all over the kitchen. "I don't like your type," she said. "So please don't sit here. I don't want anyone to think we're friends."

"What did I do?"

"Look, everyone in school knows you've fucked half the girls around here. You make being promiscuous seem almost conservative compared to the way you go after everything in skirts. Well, not me. So go away,"

"You're way to gorgeous to be a virgin," I said, staying seated.

"Well, I am. And I'll be one on the day of my wedding."

"Believe it or not, you're the perfect girl for me."

"Just go away."

"No, really, I was brought up to believe that both the man and the woman should be virgins when they marry. I admit, I've strayed from that. Strayed far. But I've been feeling guilty about it. So I'll quit. I can't make myself a virgin again but I can stop doing what I know is wrong."

"And that's supposed to impress me?"

"I hope so because I think I'll marry you."

"You are out of your mind," she stated coldly, her eyes turning to ice blue, as she gathered her books and stood up and stormed away.

I really did plan on marrying her. Of course, there's more to marrying someone than the fact they're a virgin. Somehow I needed to get to know her better. And I really did mean it when I said I'd stop being such a wild fucker. No more. As of today. Then Gretchen saw me and came over and sat down next to me.

How do I do this? Do I tell Gretchen it's all over? It actually will be fairly easy to tell the other seven or eight girls I've been fucking that it's over because I've been feeling guilty about fucking so many anyhow, plus it's begun to be a lot less arousing when it's just assembly line sex of girl after girl. But Gretchen? We've laid naked with each other twenty times or more. She has a lovely pussy, a pretty pussy, a tasty pussy. Fucking her is terrific, her insides really work on my cock. Maybe if I tell the others I've quit and manage to get that word back to Amy I can keep on fucking Gretchen and Amy will never know.

"Do you know Amy?" I ask Gretchen as soon as she sits down. 

"Amy?" she replies.

"Yeah, the girl that was just sitting here, that just walked away."

"No. I don't think I even know who you're talking about."

"Good. I'd just as soon she doesn't know about our having sex."

"Oh? I wonder why you want to hide it from her? On the other hand, I guess I'd just as soon not have a lot of people know that I'm fucking you either. It might help if some people didn't know I was such a slut at heart. But speaking of being a slut, I'm done with classes for the day. Are you available to come back to my apartment and fuck me until I say stop? And I 'll never say stop."

Well, we did go back to her apartment and the sex was as good as ever, maybe better because I knew I was going to quit fucking the others and only stay with Gretchen. In fact, over the next couple weeks I did let each of the other girls know that I wasn't going to fuck them any more and to each I said the reason was Amy. I wanted Amy and she would have nothing to do with me when I was so promiscuous. I hoped that it would get back to Amy. It did. She actually stopped me on campus.

"Why are you telling girls that you can't have sex with them because of me?" she asked.

"Well. I plan on marrying you and you won't marry me if I'm promiscuous, so I'm quitting all of those girls in order to try and become the kind of guy you want to marry."

"I think you're out of your mind. I'll never marry you. You represent everything I detest about men who see sex as a recreation sport."

"I agree. I was wrong. I can't go back and change the past but I can change now and become what you want.

She just stared at me for a moment. "You're nuts," she said and walked away.

For the next two years, I fucked Gretchen regularly. Often spent the night with her. I also joined some of the clubs Amy belonged to, made sure we saw each other frequently. Were almost thrown together on occasion. I waited quite a while and asked her out. She still said no but she didn't tell me I was nuts or that she detested me. She was dating someone else.

Amy and Gretchen and I all graduated. We all had to find jobs. I managed to find where Amy went to work and wrangled a job in the same town. Through the alumni office I found her address and moved within a few blocks of her. I watched her at times, trailed her. That way I managed to run into her in a food market when we were both shopping. Surprise! We talked a little, I asked how things were going. Apparently she liked her work. She never admitted it but I knew she wasn't dating the same guy any more. Maybe if she's alone for awhile she'll soften up some. So, I managed to accidentally on purpose run into her a couple more times shopping. Each time we reminisced a little about college. She seemed to accept me. 

The company I work for was having a big deal; dinner, speeches, orchestra and dancing in a major hotel ballroom to celebrate a company anniversary and, I guess, to hype us up to perform well in the future. I figured this was a safe possibility so I asked Amy if she would go with me. I told her she didn't have to count it as a regular date if she didn't want to, I needed to have somebody go with me and I didn't know many in this town but her. She agreed.

I should add that I was feeling like I might be making the wrong life choices. I hadn't been naked in bed with a female for several months and very seriously missed it. I'm sure it made me a little grouchy. I was also beginning to wonder if I really wanted to be a corporate executive with everything that entails. I would rather be back in Oregon doing something in the woods where I grew up or at least something more outdoorsy than sitting in a cubicle kissing the butt of the next guy above me.

Anyway, Amy and I went to the dinner. She wasn't energetic or happy or friendly at all. It didn't surprise me that she wasn't nice to me but she dissed almost anyone she saw at the dinner. They weren't great buddies of mine, most I barely knew, just through work. But they did nothing wrong, seemed to be trying to be friendly. I was friendly in return. It makes the evening go faster if nothing else. But Amy was just a pain in the neck. She might be beautiful with a great body but I wouldn't want to be married to someone like that, spend years with a grouch.

So I asked her out for dinner the next week. If anything, she was worse. She might be a beautiful virgin but she's all wrong for me. Maybe my idea of wanting a virgin bride is nuts any way.

All in all, it made me question myself very seriously. I had about decided I was all wrong about the sex thing anyway. I mean, I really needed to get fucked and I couldn't do that and still think it was all that sinful. Then I read abut a small company that was dealing with tourists in Oregon -- fishing, river rafting, back country hiking. I knew I'd love that. But can you make a living doing that? Is it a real business or a hobby? I called the company. A woman answered.

It turns out much of the business is seasonal. Not all but a lot. The busy season would start in another month or so. If I could do the work, she would need to hire several people. But just for about five months. She wouldn't hire me over the phone, which actually made sense to me. It took a little wheedling but I got a couple days off from my job so I could fly to Oregon and be interviewed. It wasn't going to pay what I was used to making here and it was temporary but I was willing to give it a try.

I flew into Portland and rented a car to drive the short distance to the much smaller town where the business was. I checked into a small motel. I had seen a bar restaurant on my way in so I went back to get some dinner. Slightly late dinner. It turned out to be more bar than restaurant but I did manage to get a steak and baked potato and a glass of wine. I had finished the meal and was on a second glass of wine when this very sexy woman walked into the bar. Obviously the bartender knew her as did a couple other people. She had a mixed drink and looked around and seemed to give me the eye.

She's obviously older than me. I'm not good at guessing age, particularly well kept women, but I figured she must be forty or so to my 23. She had slightly more weight than clothes models might prefer but to me she was a very sexy woman. Great body. Noticeable breasts, lovely legs. Blonde hair. Too blonde, probably not natural. Very pretty face. I realize that I'm a stranger in a fairly small town so I plan to go back to my motel and watch TV, I'd probably just get in trouble trying to get friendly with this older woman even though she sure looked good.

She got off the bar stool and walked over to me. "I love to dance. You look like the only one here that could handle dancing with me. Come join me."

I stood up. I'm at least six inches taller than her, maybe more. "You're a big one," she said and grabbed my hand and led me over to a juke box. She put in some money and punched some buttons and a slow song came on and she pressed up against me so I put my arms around her and we started dancing. Slowly dancing, almost shuffling around. She's tight against me. "What's your name?" she asked. 

"Robert," I answered.

"You're not from here are you?"

"No, I just got here today, am going away again in a day or so. I'm staying at the motel just down the street."

"I'm Helen," she tells me. She also pushes tighter against me. I can feel her whole body and it feels great. I'm at least half hard by then. "What room are you in?"

"What?"

"At the motel, what room are you in?"

Weird . "Oh, uh, 107."

"I don't want us to leave together, it would give people ideas. Why don't you go back to the motel and I'll wait a little and then come and knock on your door. If your cock matches the rest of your body, I think I'll enjoy the visit."




Religion and Sex



Well, I was full hard by then. "Oh," she says, "I can tell it does match."

The song ends and she says thanks and goes back to the bar. I get to the bar fairly fast, too, to hide my erection from everyone's view and pay my tab and leave. It was maybe a half hour, long enough I decided I was imagining things, when she knocks on my door.

That evening was even better than any I'd had with Elaine. I was horny as all get out, hadn't fucked in months and months. She was just as horny, maybe more so. And her body was even better than I had thought it might be. I munched on her great breasts and licked and sucked on her shaved pussy, gave her clit a good workout. She seemed to love my cock. I came in her mouth once and inside her three times, then once more in the morning when she woke me saying she had a meeting she had to get to.

An hour later, I had showered and shaved and dressed and found a place for breakfast and I went to the rafting/back country company. It was in a fairly standard industrial building, looked like a little office up front and storage in back. Went in and there was Helen. "Robert," she said, "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same. I'm here to interview about a job."

"You're the one! I'll be damned. Well, honey, you're hired. If I can get as good a fuck as last night all summer long, it'll be my best season in years."

That started a fantastic several months. One reason Helen was in such great shape was because she was extremely active, leading back country hikes and camps, rafting down white water rivers. It turned out that there were five of us, Helen, a cute young blonde girl, probably eighteen or nineteen, me and three other guys, all about the age of the cute little blonde. Helen stayed in charge. I actually moved into the storage area in back. There was a rest room with shower and we scrounged up a cot. We fucked a lot, tried it on the cot but moved to a pad on the floor. I didn't move in with her and we tried to keep our relationship secret from others. 

I didn't know for over a month but the cute little blonde, nineteen year old Heidi, was Helen's daughter. She had her mother's great body, just a little slimmer but not in the breasts. Gorgeous breasts. Over time, Heidi started paying a lot of attention to me. Certainly acting interested. I tried to be friendly but not get any more involved. After all, I was fucking her mother regularly.

One trip. Heidi and I took a half dozen tourists down the river in two rubber rafts. We would spend three nights along the river, camping out. We each steered a raft and between the two of us we prepared three meals a day for the eight of us and set up tents for everyone. The tourists actually chipped in and helped a little. They don't have to but it happens most times.

Well, we tend to go to bed early because we get up early, use day light to travel on the river. So the first night, the tourists are all in their sleeping bags and in tents if they want. I'm laying on my sleeping bag, it's actually very comfortable, fairly warm. Heidi comes and sits next to me.

"Robert, you've had sex with females haven't you?" she asked.

What is this all about? "Yes," I answered cautiously.

"You like it?"

"Yes," still wary, not wanting to screw this all up.

"I never have. Had sex, I mean. With a guy."

"What do I say? "Well, you're young. You have lots of time."

"When did you first have sex?"

"I was in college, about your age."

"How did it happen the first time?"

"I was very naive, didn't know anything. I had too much beer and a girl essentially raped me. I mean, I didn't know at first what was happening and the next thing she's sitting on me, riding me. I should have stopped it but it felt so good, I let her."

"So you liked it?"

"Well, I felt sort of bad about it. I always thought I'd be a virgin when I married and then I wasn't a virgin any more."

"Yeah, but did you like it?"

"It did feel good, I guess. But I was so surprised and mixed up I don't think I actually liked it all that much. The next time, thought, was terrific and every time since then."

"So you've picked up a lot of girls?"

"No. I'm not sure I've ever picked up a girl. They've picked me up. I wouldn't be happy seducing a girl that didn't want to, or didn't expect it. I don't think I've ever made the first move on a girl."

"Well, I think I'm about ready to try it but I want to make sure my first experience is a good one. I want to like sex, not have bad memories."

"That makes sense. But don't rush it. Let it happen naturally."

"From what you say, It might never happen if I just wait. Maybe I need to make the first move. I'll have to think about it." With that she went back to her sleeping bag, leaving me lay there with a hard on.

Nothing else like that happened on that trip. When it ended, our station wagon and truck met us and hauled the tourists, us and our equipment back to where we started. We all said our goodbyes to each other, the tourists all told us how great it had been, tipped us rather well. We then cleaned up what needed cleaning and loaded everything back into the warehouse. By then it was evening and we didn't have anything scheduled for two days. I went into the bathroom in the storage area and got undressed and into the shower. It's great to have a good trip but also great to get cleaned up and back to civilization when it's over.

It's actually a shower over a tub with a cloth you pull to keep the water off the floor. I'm soaping myself and then, right in front of me, the curtain pulls back a little and Heidi steps in. A completely naked Heidi.

"I need to clean up, too," she says with a dirty grin. "Besides, you let me know I had to make the first move."

To begin with, she's a beautifully built girl. Great body. Lovely breasts. Big, full, round, dark pink nipples, larger than I expected. No waist at all, really fit. Strong legs with great shape. Very cute face, real blonde hair, blue eyes. Small mouth. Well, maybe not small but not big like some. Blonde hair on her bush, just as blonde as on her head. "Believe it or not, I've had this happen to me before," I told her, thinking back to Elaine. "And if you're serious, you're too gorgeous for me to say no. So you're going to lose your virginity and love it all as it happens. But this place doesn't have a large hot water tank so we better really wash while we can and get to the rest in a few minutes. I'll wash you, then you wash me. O.k?"

I'm not sure she heard me. She was up against me, her arms around me. We kissed. Kissed a lot, moving our lips around. I could feel every bit of that luscious body against me and I'm sure she could feel me, particularly my strong erection. After a long set of kisses, I pulled back a little and moved us so that she was under the shower. I started by washing her hair with shampoo, then started down her body using my bare hands and a bar of soap. 

I spent a lot of time on her breasts. Most girls I've been with have breasts that come down off the shoulders almost like a ski jump that has a round or spherical base to it, with the leaping off point at the nipple. But Heidi's were like grapefruits on her body, fully spherical, standing up and out with the nipples more like eyeballs in the center. I heard a girl in a movie rather stupidly describe the eyes as the nipples of your face. Well, Heidi's nipples were like the eyeballs of her breasts. Harder to suck on than the more pointy kind but I sure did everything I could. 

After getting to her waist, I had her turn around and I did her back, then down onto her ass. A really terrific ass, full and firm and standing up and out atop strong, shapely legs. When I washed down those legs and did her feet, I had her turn around and then worked back up her leg s to where I was aiming all along. I had her lift a leg and rest it on my shoulder so I could get at her pussy. I washed, fingered it, slid a finger in and then got my mouth to her clit. A really noticeable clit that I worked on with my lips while continuing to slide my finger in and out of her vagina. All through this I kept telling her what a terrific body she has and now I stop licking long enough to tell her what a delicious pussy she has. She moaned and groaned through it all finally getting to shrieks as I worked on her clit. When she came she let out a real yell, grabbing my head and holding me to her tightly. I sucked up everything I could. 

As I stood up, I kept hold of her one leg and let my cock get right against her pussy. I could have shoved into right then but wanted to wait. Partly to arouse her more and partly because I thought it would all be better her for her laying down. We ended up with our arms around each other, pressed tight, kissing some more. She tells me that it was the sexiest thing that had ever happened to her. I handed her the soap and she started on me.

She did as I had done and kept telling me how much she liked my body as she washed me. She felt me a lot but didn't spend a lot of time anywhere until she finally got to my cock and balls. She said she'd never actually seen any up close like this before and felt my balls, lifting them and moving her head around to look at them. Then she wrapped her hand around my cock and noticed the skin could move, so she moved her hand, doing the beginning of a hand job although I don't think she knew what a hand job was. I wondered if she would kiss my cock or suck on it but she didn't she just felt it and slid her hand back and forth and commented on how big and strong it seemed. I doubted if she even knew about blow jobs. She was a small town girl just like I had been a small town boy.

I lifted her up and turned the water off and we dried each other and went out and got on the sleeping bags that were covered with a sheet. It's where I regularly fucked her mother. We kissed a lot and felt each other and I started kissing down her body. I paid a lot of attention to her breasts, feeling them and sucking on them as I got a finger into her. I got down between her legs and had her spread them and lift her knees back up towards her chest so I could go to work on her pussy again. It doesn't take long and she's screaming again as she cums. I move up over her and get aimed into her and start pushing. 

I can see her face. I think she's a little scared. I tell her it'll hurt some but then get a lot better and she nods a yes so I keep pushing in. I've had this happen before where the girl is so tight I think it might rip my foreskin off as I push in but she's even tighter. I know it has to hurt her because it hurt me. I've been with a well lubricated girl where I could just slide all the way in on one push but I think this took several minutes of slowly working into her. She's been a very active girl, has done a lot of horseback riding. Somewhere along the way she lost her hymen because I never ran into any real barrier, just very, very tight. 

Finally I'm all the way in. Her face looks less scared. I pull back a little. "Is it over?" she asks.

I push back in. "No, it's just starting." I start pumping out and in. Her insides seem to actually loosen some. I can move easier. Must be her natural lubricant. Her face starts to change under me as I fuck her. Soon she's grunting and her hips are pushing back at me. 

"This is it, isn't it?" she asks. "We're really fucking." I continue to slide in and out of her, making the strokes a little longer as it becomes easier to move in her. She's really fucking back, pushing her hips and grunting with each move. "I've never felt like this before," she says. "Ahh," she almost yells on our next moves and her grunts change into aahs, doing more than just accompanying the pushes but indicating how much she's enjoying them.

Then she changes. I can see her face, it's almost like she's concentrating on something. Then I can feel inside her, her insides are clamping on my cock, she moving into orgasm. Then she's yelling, almost screaming, and her insides lock on me and I can feel her juices leaking out around my cock. Her arms are around me and now her legs are up around me, trying to hold me to her. I move my cock as much as I can but it's really tight. And then she relaxes, quickly. Her face relaxes and she grins at me. "That was something else," she says.

I slowly pull out. "We're done?" she asks.

"No, I'm still hard. We can do more if you want. I thought you were done."

"I've never experienced this before but no, I don't want to be done. I'd like to feel like that over and over if I can."

"Why don't we try another position then," I tell her. "You get on your hands and knees and I'll get behind you." She does that and as I start getting into position I tell her, "Spread your legs more to make room for me." She does. I get my cock aimed at her and start pushing my w ay in again. It's still really tight. Not as tight as the first time but tight. I push a little, pull back a little, push again until I'm finally all the way in. I lean over her and reach around and get one hand to her clit and another to her left breast.

I start diddling on her clit with a finger and pulling on her nipple as I pull out and push in, over and over. After a short while I move my hands onto the sides of her butt and straighten up more so that I can start really moving faster and harder. She's an outdoors girl, I'm sure she'll like it rougher rather than soft . She really ughs with each stroke and then starts pushing her butt back at me. She's trying to fuck me almost as much as I'm fucking her. Our bodies are slapping against one another.

She starts howling almost and I can feel her inside pulsing around my cock, which triggers me into orgasm. So I'm shooting into her while she's putting out her own juices. I have my cock fully into her as she collapses under me. I pull out and she rolls over and I get next to her and we press against one another and kiss, swapping tongues.

"This has been the greatest experience in my life," she says. "I'm glad my Mom suggested you."

"Me? Your Mom suggested you fuck me?"

"Yeah. I've always talked to her about everything and I've been telling her I'm anxious to have sex. She said if I'm really ready I should use you because it would turn out great and she wants me to enjoy sex."

"So this is just for you to learn what sex is like?"

Well, yeah. But now that I've found out how great it is I'd like to keep this going forever with you."

"Well, now that I've cum, it will take a while to get me back up but we sure can do some more. We'll just have to wait a little while."

She puts one leg up onto me and pulls herself partly on me to get our bodies as close as possible. "Ooh," she says, "I'm leaking. Is it always this messy?"

"Well, you have your own cum plus mine in there so, yeah, I guess it will always be messy. You can go into the bathroom and clean up some. I'll just wait here."

She cleans up and comes back and almost climbs on me and kisses me. "How do people walk around doing other things when they could be doing this? I mean, I'm ready to spend the rest of my life naked with you and do this as often as possible."

"Well, I'd be happy to spend the rest of my life making use of your terrific body. Now that I've taken your virginity, we should probably get married."

"If it means more of this, it's fine with me. This has been the greatest time in my life. How long until we can do it some more?"

I take her hand and put it on my cock. "Just play with it some and try to get it up again. Next time it'll last a little longer and the time after that it'll last even longer. We can do this over and over and over. But I'll be putting my sperm in you. Are you on the pill or will you get pregnant?"

"I'm not on any pill and if this is the way you get pregnant then I guess I'll get pregnant because I'd just as soon never stop." Through this she's been pulling on my cock some and as she moves she's been rubbing her breasts and body on me and I'm getting aroused again.

"If you want, but you don't have to, you could kiss my cock or lick it and get it up quicker."

That's what she does. I do finally get it up and then later up again. I have three shots in her while she must have a dozen or more orgasms. We do every position more than once. Getting it up the third time she even sucks on my cock a little. But finally we're both worn out and fall asleep.

I'm awakened by her saying, "Ohmigod, I have to open the business. I have to go Robert but I'll be back." I wake enough to realize it's light out then fall asleep again.

I'm awakened by a hand jerking my cock some. I look around and it's Helen, completely naked. Before I can say anything, she straddles me and sits her pussy down on my face and leans down and I can feel her lips on my cock. "Lick me, Robert, get me ready for some fucking."

"But we shouldn't really" is all I can get out when she shoves her pussy on my mouth and says again, "Lick me."

Actually, I've always liked eating pussy. Other guys may not but for some reason I do. So I start to lick her and I can feel her sucking on my cock.

"Mother!" It's a loud yell that I hear.

I can feel Helen lift her mouth from my cock. "Heidi go away for a half hour or more," she says.

"But Robert and I, well, Robert's mine" I can hear Heidi say. 

Helen makes a snorting noise and lifts herself off me and moves around to sit down on my cock, taking it up in her. I'm on my back and Helen is facing the doorway where I assume Heidi is. "Heidi, Robert was hired because I discovered he's a really good fuck. One of the best I've ever had and I've had plenty. He's here because I hired him to keep me sexually satisfied. Any warm body could learn to do the work he's doing, he's here to provide me with sex."

She's lifting herself up and down with her legs, fucking me. "I didn't realize you'd been with him, too. But from the way you're acting, you must have liked it. And that's good. Sex is important so I'm happy that you've learned how good it can be. I'm the one that told you if you wanted to finally experience it, Robert would be a good one. And he's a big boy. I'm sure he's capable of keeping us both satisfied."

"But we've talked about getting married. He's mine," Heidi yells.

"She's right, we . . ." I try to say.

"Robert, this is between Heidi and me, stay out of it," Helen says to me, still riding up and down on me. "You're being selfish Heidi. I discovered him. I learned he's a great fuck. I hired him specifically to fuck me. Now you think you've discovered the greatest thing in the world and want to take him from me. Do you realize that all around the world, at any given moment, there are probably a million people fucking. Everybody loves sex. I don't doubt that you do, too. But so do I. Why don't you also try Tommy or one of the other guys you dated in high school. Robert was mine first. If you really want him I'm very willing to share. I'd like you to be happy and have great sex. But does that mean I can't?" And through all this, she's fucking me, riding me. "Go away and let us finish. We can talk about this later."

I can hear the door slam. Heidi must have left. Well, I'd fucked Heidi so often that I could probably last forever now and I almost do as Helen and I fuck in every way possible. In between fucks, she sucks me and does it really well. And in between some of those she has me eat her some more. And we fuck some more. Helen has orgasm after orgasm. "Robert, you've outlasted me. Are you going to stay erect the rest of your life? I should send Heidi back in." And she leaves.

I don't know whether she sends Heidi in or if Heidi decided on her own but it wasn't three minutes and Heidi's naked body was on me again. She sat on my cock and leaned forward to kiss me as she moved her hips, moving my cock around inside her. I put my arms around her and we rolled over so that I could really pound into her.




Religion Can Justify Anything



Rhoda and I had been married for 29 years when she experienced her sexual Renaissance. Considering her strict Christian upbringing, Rhoda's sexual awakening was all the more remarkable because it was so surprising, so sudden and so utterly complete. In less than 24 hours she shed all of her inhibitions and fulfilled every sexual fantasy I had ever had. Unfortunately, I was not the man with whom my beautiful wife brought my deepest, darkest sexual desires and fantasies to light. I was merely a bystander watching my marriage collapse; the only part I experienced was the depth and darkness of despair.

Rhoda and I grew up in a small town in western Montana where the community church had a great influence on all of us. Despite my pleadings and smoothest moves, Rhoda remained a virgin until our wedding night. She was tense and apprehensive but finally yielded all aspects of our marital relations to me after I brought her to her first orgasm. I delighted in watching her groan, scream and shake with pleasure. Before our honey-moon ended, I had learned how to bring her to orgasm every time we made love. 

Rhoda was so grateful for my love, patience and tenderness that she rewarded me with her generosity, passion, and devotion. For the first 25 years she rarely said no. Even then, she'd offer, "I'm terribly sorry, but I just am not up to it tonight." Then a smile would cross her face and she would promise, "But I'll make it up to you tomorrow." And she always did, at least within her religious bounds. 

Unfortunately, she had been taught that such indulgences as masturbation and oral sex were ungodly and unnatural. As for anal sex, her mother had characterized it as an abomination in the eyes of God. She wouldn't even let me fuck her doggy style, as she was too embarrassed by the idea that I would look at her anus. 

I couldn't complain, however, as Rhoda committed herself to pleasing me completely, in and out of bed. We had been married for almost seven years when during a move to our first new house I discovered her day planner in her bedside drawer. Quickly scanning it, I easily deduced that she had been keeping track of how many orgasms she had given me each week for years. 

She blushed when I asked her about it, but smiled when she explained, "I know you think my mom raised me to be a prude, but she did teach me the importance of keeping you satisfied. The night before our wedding, she told me to make sure that a week never went by that I hadn't brought you to orgasm at least three times—either with my womanly endowment [she couldn't bring herself to call it a 'pussy'] or my hands." 

Rhoda and I lived the typical middle-class success story. I went to college, finished my MBA, got a good job in corporate America, bought the beautiful dream house and the expensive cars. Rhoda stayed at home and had one baby after another, as our church teaches was her duty, and the beautifully slim figure of the 18-year-old girl I had married became increasingly full with each additional child. Finally after six children, and 60 additional pounds, Rhoda finally assented to my wishes and began using birth control, much to her mother's disapproval.

Rhoda and I enjoyed a wonderful marriage, and while some of my friends divorced their wives and married younger women, I remained totally devoted to my sweet, if overweight, wife. Though I wouldn't have considered myself buff, I always maintained my weight. While I was disappointed that Rhoda outweighed me, I still loved her body because she let me enjoy it whenever I asked. She took delight in the fact that I never got into golf because while my friends and associates were doing nine holes, she kept me home on Saturday and Sunday mornings "with only one." 

We made love in every room in every house in which we lived. She gave me quickies in naughty places like her mother's laundry room, my office, the janitor's closet in our children's elementary school, a storage room at our daughter's wedding reception, her sister's garage during the family 4th of July picnic, and even the patio outside her parents' home during their diamond wedding anniversary celebration. She almost always wore a lose skirt when we went to parties so that she could take me to a secluded place, raise her skirt and bend over for me. She would often take off her panties and put them in my hand when we would be out on a date, at a dinner party, at her parents' home for Sunday dinner, at an aged relative's home, or even at a church function, knowing that the promise of her pussy would always bring out my best behavior. I always remained the perfect father, loving husband, doting son and gracious neighbor, knowing that Rhoda would reward me, generously, when we got home. Yes, I was pussy whipped, but as she kept me in a constant state of sexual tension, I loved every second of it. 

With those extra 60 pounds, Rhoda may not have been the most attractive woman I knew, but I wouldn't have traded places with any of my friends who had beautiful, yet demanding, and controlling trophy wives. I loved her completely, and unconditionally. I was the happiest man in the world. 

It wasn't until it all fell apart that I realized that everything began to change when I took Rhoda on a second honeymoon to Europe for our 25th wedding anniversary. Four weeks after we came home she informed me that she was pregnant.

All of our relatives, including our children, were ecstatic, although our new baby would be younger than several of our grandchildren. Rhoda's obstetrician, concerned by her relatively late pregnancy, insisted that she start exercising and reduce her weight. As her belly and her tits grew larger, the rest of her body kept getting thinner. Her energy and activity increased noticeably; even her sex drive increased until she was practically insatiable. 

For the first time, I found myself telling her, "I'm sorry, I'm worn out tonight, but I'll make it up to you tomorrow." I bought her a vibrator hoping it would help her keep the edge off, but she refused to use it, reminding me that she had made a promise to her mother that she would never debase herself by masturbating.

With a careful diet and continued exercise after the baby's birth, Rhoda gradually dropped to 120 pounds, the same weight she had been at our wedding, and her waist measured 24 inches, just as it had before our first child. At five feet seven, with her beautiful long brunette hair, she bore a startling resemblance to Madeline Stowe.

After nursing our baby for more than a year, Rhoda complained to me that her tits had shrunk to practically nothing. She surprised me when she accepted my offer to pay for her to have breast augmentation surgery, and surprised me again when at the last minute she chose larger implants than she had originally selected. 

I emptied the savings account I had been building to buy a new Mercedes when her breast augmentation was followed by some intricate and more expensive plastic surgery on her face, neck, arms, thighs and hips. The surgeon who performed her tummy tuck tightened her up like a Victoria's Secret model and her navel was a work of art. 

Watching the change in her, I felt like I was witnessing an exotic butterfly emerge from her cocoon. Her physical beauty was accompanied by a stronger self-image, and a self-assurance that surprised and delighted me. As her body morphed from overweight and matronly to beautiful, alluring and youthful, my sexual desire increased to a fever pitch. Unfortunately, each procedure required that I not touch her body while she healed. 

The last medical intervention was an hysterectomy during which the surgeons repaired and strengthened her vaginal walls, made necessary by seven childbirths. Rhoda's gynecologist assured me that when Rhoda healed—which took more than ten weeks—that her pussy would feel like it had when we were on our honeymoon.

I was patient when she asked me to give her time to recover from this procedure, and then that procedure, and then the next procedure before we had sex again, telling me that she would make it up to me. I didn't mind the intermittent periods of imposed celibacy as her body healed and transformed, because Rhoda continually promised me that when it was finally complete that we would experience a sexual Renaissance. Considering how richly Rhoda had always rewarded me after telling me, "Not tonight but I'll make it up to you tomorrow," I had high expectations that I was looking forward to many wonderful tomorrows. 

"I am so grateful to you for affirming to me how much you love me by spending so much time and money on me," she said as she sat on my lap and kissed me. "I'm sorry that you had to give up your Mercedes, but I promise you that when I'm finished that you can take me for a fast and furious drive any time you want to ride me."

We spent dozens of nights huddled together in our bed watching Netflix as our little daughter slept next to us. At first Rhoda would give me a hand job, but I felt guilty, knowing how sore which ever part of her body on which she had had her latest procedure was. And so, during those seven months of surgeries, recoveries and therapy, I became reacquainted with my hand.

Finally, the last sutures had healed and the doctors pronounced her transformation and repairs complete. 

"For the first time in years," she observed as she stood naked in front of the mirror, "I look as nice as you do." She turned to look at me, smiled and said, "Maybe even better." 

That night she had sex with me, but there was little passion. Rather than feeling honored and thanked for all my support and love, Rhoda's unenthusiastic performance left me feeling disappointed and.... well..... neglected. 

That was my first inkling that "sexual Renaissance" had a very different meaning to her than what I had anticipated. Rather than spending time in bed with me, Rhoda preferred the gym. She became obsessed with maintaining her figure, monitoring her diet, and following her work out schedule. Unfortunately, keeping me sexually satisfied was no longer a high priority. 

I had anticipated the need for scar tissue to heal, but I was totally unprepared for the hormonal imbalances than resulted from her hysterectomy. I felt inadequate in trying to deal with her hot flashes, as well as moods. I had no idea that her beautiful new body would be accompanied by her emotional withdrawal from me. 

She would give me sex when I asked, but she rarely initiated it; often she would just lie there, merely allowing me to use her body to reach my orgasm, rather than poring herself into bringing me pleasure. While the inside of her pussy was tight, the pain she experienced from the scar tissue on her pussy walls hindered my ability to bring her to orgasm. For the first time since our honey-moon, there were many times when we made love that I couldn't make her come. For the first time in our marriage she experienced sexual frustration, which in turn, decreased her desire. I asked her to let me lick her pussy, confident that the softer touch would make her climax, but she reminded me that oral sex was an abomination. 

Rather than enthusiastically jumping naked into bed with me, she started wearing conservative nightgowns to bed. Instead of preparing for bed by getting her body ready to bring me to my knees, she was now covering her face, neck, breasts and legs with some new cream to make her surgery scares fade or to prevent her skin from wrinkling—which meant, of course, that I was not to touch her. Rather than keeping me home on Saturday mornings by bringing me to a slow, powerful orgasm, she left me to watch the baby while she ran to her yoga class. The teasing stopped, the daring quickies became a memory, and her panties always stayed on when we left the house. 

Finally, we had the conversation that turned into our first confrontation. 

"Rhoda, when is our "sexual Renaissance" going to begin?"

She responded with tears and sobs, and then, "Michael, have you no gratitude for how much I'm putting into making our marriage better? Please give me time to heal, to fully recover."

Then she said the first mean thing I ever heard. "Is sex all you think about? You only think about yourself and what YOU want. What about my feelings? What about what I want? And when was the last time you looked at yourself in the mirror. You're no longer as handsome as you seem to think you are."

I was shocked! "Okay, so I've put on a few pounds and my hairline'd receding. I never stopped loving you or wanting you when you were 60 pounds over weight." 

She burst into anger for the first time. "Well, I'm no longer that easily manipulated naive wife you could always control to do your bidding. I have a life of my own. I have dreams of my own." 

And away it went. Rhoda won our first shouting match as each response she made was filled with increasingly more hurtful things. I finally gave up, and walked to my den to wait for her to calm down before returning to bed. Or attempted to. 

That was the first night she locked our bedroom door. It wasn't the last. I kept telling myself that things would improve when she finished healing. I wasn't happy, but I loved her and missed the Rhoda I loved. I kept hoping she would return. 

When our baby was two, the last of our first brood left the nest to go to college. Around that same time my company was absorbed by another, larger one, requiring us to move to a new city. As it happened, my new boss was an old friend who had been my mentor twenty years earlier. Ben and his wife Evelyn, both of whom were now in their early 60s, were excited to have us back in their lives and quickly brought us into their circle. Evelyn made sure we joined her church congregation, and that Rhoda sang with her in the choir, as well as participating in the work of her civic and church associations. 

Of course, that meant that I received even less of Rhoda's attention, and spent more time performing childcare and household duties by myself. It wouldn't have been so bad if she at least would had made me feel that I had some importance in her life, rather than coming to feel like a distraction, or at times, even an annoyance, to her. 

While Rhoda had told me, and everyone else, that her body had finally recovered, I would go days, sometimes weeks without seeing her naked. She often dressed and undressed in the bathroom. When we had sex the touch and feel of her body drove me wild with lust and longing, but our couplings were becoming more rare and increasingly less fulfilling. The one time that I reminded Rhoda that she had forgotten her mother's advise about giving me three orgasms per week, she looked at me as though I were crazy.

"Michael, surely you know we're beyond that point in our lives now. I love you with all my heart, but I shouldn't have to keep myself at your beck and call." 

She smiled sweetly as she held my hand, "Don't you think that once a week or so is fine now?"

What was I supposed to say? All I knew was that I wasn't nearly as important to her as she was to me. 

And no, once a week or so was not enough for me. But she hadn't even been giving it to me that often.

It all came to an end when my company was bought yet again, by an even larger corporation. Ben came into my office to inform me that the new management was going to be making some sweeping changes, reducing the size of our regional office, and keeping only one of the vice presidents and letting the others go. He quickly added that he would be retiring, and that, due to my superior experience and business knowledge, I was clearly the most likely choice to succeed him.

A week later, on a Thursday afternoon, all of the management team was invited to an informal social gathering to meet the new corporate honchos. Arthur, a Harvard MBA, was in his early 30s and was strikingly good-looking. He was six feet four, with curly blond hair and a strong, square jaw. Lester, a Columbia Law School grad, was a few years older and while not quite as striking, was still imposing, with dark hair, a powerful build and a charming smile.

I smelled trouble when Richard, one of my fellow vice presidents, and thus a competitor for the one executive position that would remain after the restructuring, introduced Heidi, his young trophy wife. Arthur kissed her hand, and Lester went so far as to give her a hug, pulling her big-boobed beach-bunny body close to him. Her husband looked on, beaming with pride.

Rhoda, dressed more stylishly than usual, arrived late. I introduced her to Arthur, who greeted her politely, and then took both of us aside to confide that as Ben was retiring, I was the "front runner" for the new position.

As the three of us chatted together, I noticed Arthur passing his eyes attentively over Rhoda's body, especially her big tits. When Rhoda told him we had been married for 29 years, he was shocked. 

"I can't believe that!" Then he looked at me, "Michael, pardon me, but I thought that Rhoda was... younger than you...you know, a trophy wife." 

He focused his attention on Rhoda took her hand and gave her that smile and said, "I'm sure you have been told that you look like you're in your twenties."

Rhoda smiled and blushed. I got a sick feeling.

On our way home, Rhoda told me that she thought Arthur would be a perfect match for one of our daughters. "I don't think Arthur's interested in any of our daughters," I told her. "I think he's interested in you."

Rhoda said I should be ashamed of myself, but she was obviously flattered by the thought. When we got home, she surprised me by initiating sex. Oddly, rather than being pleased, I felt used.

The next morning I was buried in my office, poring over my reports for my part of our office's fiscal presentation to Arthur, which was scheduled for Saturday afternoon. I was surprised to see Richard socializing in the hall with some of the other staff, rather than preparing himself as I was, and I mistakenly took that as a sign that he was giving up.

Shortly after lunch, Arthur and Lester arrived at the office, with Heidi, Richard's wife, hanging onto Lester's arm. 

"We had a delightful lunch—a very long lunch," Heidi informed us. She turned to her husband, saying, "Richard, Lester told me about the company's plans for the future." She giggled, "And for you."

Suddenly, with a pang of apprehension, I seemed to see my whole life falling apart, because Richard's young trophy wife was obviously about to advance his career by spreading her legs.

When I got home I dejectedly told Rhoda about what was going on, and how Heidi had obviously been fucking my new bosses in order to help out her husband. Rhoda did her best to reassure me, saying that I shouldn't worry, and that she would pray for me. Somehow that didn't make me feel a lot better.

On Friday night there was a formal reception dinner for our whole office staff at a local hotel ballroom to welcome the new company management. When Rhoda and I arrived we found ourselves assigned to a table with three other couples who were obviously not in the running, while Richard and Heidi were seated at the head table, next to Lester and Arthur. All through the dinner I couldn't stop looking at them. It was obvious that Lester's hand was under the table, and it was equally obvious that Heidi was enjoying what he was doing.

Meanwhile, Rhoda, Evelyn and the other wives at our table were talking about our church, our children and our pleasant lives, oblivious to what was happening at the "important" table. After dinner there was dancing, and Rhoda led me out to the dance floor, beaming with the glamour of the occasion, and with excitement over my supposed upcoming promotion.

I shook my head. "Honey, you just don't get it," I told her.

Again she tried to reassure me with positive affirmations and a hug. I couldn't help but look at Heidi, who was dancing each number with Lester or Arthur. After a few dances, Rhoda excused herself to powder her nose.