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First Thirst

By: NastyPierre



Chapter One: First Encounter

I always dine alone and somewhere obscure, because I'm a misfit and need to play with myself. I stay away from other people because my mom wants it that way and I feel less insecure. I'm a loner with a boner she'd rather not know about, think about, or discuss in any healthy way. She's a Catholic burdened with unjustified guilt and the need to see her son suffer on the cross for her sins. My life has been one of sexual frustration, masturbation and condemnation. My world is one of dirty magazines, an occasional pornographic movie and the lies of my moms religion. When I finally did take this job, mom almost suffered a stroke, but settled for daily depression. I mean weekly migraine headaches between bouts of anxiety and fits of crying. I've been raised in a Tupperware container and kept from maturing. Today was the beginning of the end, the first day of liberty.

I was sitting in the company cafeteria during lunch, hiding behind one of the square columns as usual. I'd just sat down with my tray when Colleen appeared out of nowhere and sat down next to me. It was the first time anything like that had ever happened to me and I was scared to say the least. Little did I realize everything from then on, would be for the first time.

"Hi, mind if I join you?" Colleen asked while sliding into the chair. She didn't wait for my answer. I was shocked and dumbfounded. I couldn't believe a woman sat down beside me and was talking to me. I was at a loss for words and my thoughts were garbled beyond recognition. She almost laughed but smiled instead and I was glad for that. She put her elbows on the table and her chin in her hands. I gulped and couldn't stop fidgeting.

"Um...," was the best I could muster.

"What'cha doin'," she asked with a smirk. I could feel her starring at me, her eyes burning holes in my brain.

"Eatin' lunch," I murmured. With the aid of quick stolen glances I recognized her as Mr. Badballer's personal secretary. Being the mail clerk allows me to travel throughout the company. Though too shy to meet anyone, I know their names and in some cases how pretty they are. Colleen was too pretty and I could never bring myself to look at her for more than a second. It didn't take long for her to become my reason for masturbation, a fantasy for satisfaction. She always dressed in the most revealing outfits and I got hard just thinking about her. Soon after seeing Colleen, every woman's picture from every magazine carried her face, and I hadn't really seen it yet. After a month on the job, I was still afraid to look at her, or smile in her direction. I never realized she knew I existed.

"Not doin' to good of a job are we," Colleen continued playfully. She dropped her right hand to my tray and picked up a carrot stick. I couldn't move and simply sat there mesmerized. Hot flashes raged through my body and I broke out in a terrible sweat. I was embarrassed beyond belief and didn't know what to do. I kept my eye's lowered and watched the carrot come to my lips. I hoped she wouldn't look into my lap and see my excitement, the embarrassment would kill me

"Meet me right after work, downstairs by the elevators. We'll go to Dometris," she said quietly but with authority. I wasn't sure I should do as she requested and thought of saying 'no', but she was on to me. "Don't think of backing out. Mr. Badballer wouldn't look favorably on such action."

I glanced up quickly and away quicker. Mr. Badballer's name strikes terror into the hearts of all employees and why not. He's rough, tough and meaner than hell. The jobs are fantastic and the pay is better, but termination's are swift, sure and absolute. Conditions and benefits are the best in the world and I was lucky to be in his employ. If he wanted me to go out with his personal secretary, I'd be a fool to do otherwise. Colleen's hand reached my mouth with the carrot stick. She held it between thumb and finger and poked one end between my lips. Her fragrance sent me on a gentle trip and my lips parted. It was enough for her to slip the orange lance into my mouth and wiggle it around until secure. I couldn't move and glanced around to see if I was being watched. I was very confused and didn't know what to do, so I sat there with my hands on the table hoping for the best.

Colleen left the carrot sticking from my mouth and stood to leave. She bent forward to whisper something in my ear. From the corner of my eye's I could see her. I was looking into the deep cleavage formed by her breasts and my eye's slipped into it. I was seeing a real cleavage for the first time in my life and I couldn't pull out. She must have realized my dilemma because she allowed me to linger in it for quite awhile and didn't mind my ogling. I wasn't aware of my actions until I caught myself drooling and then straightened up. Humiliation overwhelmed me and I looked away, red as a beet. I pressed my thighs together and wished I could adjust my penis. My hard-on was in a peculiar position and my scrotum needed to be pulled out from between my thighs. It was very hot and sweaty in there and itched terribly. I was most uncomfortable and needed to touch myself then and there. I was sure to lose control if Colleen didn't leave soon. I took a couple deep breaths and tried to clear my mind. I would realign myself right after she left.

"Don't forget!" Colleen finished in a demanding voice.

I was shaking for the rest of the day and couldn't concentrate. For the first time in my life, I wouldn't be going right home. I would phone home.

First Thirst Ch. 02



Chapter Two: My First Date

Colleen was the prettiest woman I had ever seen, a real knock-out. She had big brown eyes, pug nose and tiny mouth with plush lips. Her lips, as well as her nails, were always bright red. Her face was framed with thick golden hair she wore in a rather wild style. Her skin was soft, creamy and fair, with few freckles. Her complexion was clear and glowing with vitality. She had a figure that compelled perverts and introverts to act out their fantasies on the spot. It kept me excited and more.

I would come to appreciate more every day, how perfectly shaped Colleen was and how well cared for. I would find her body always available to me and always on display. It attracted men like magnates do metal, like candle light do moths. It was young, firm and breathtaking. It was meant to be treated with love, petted and cuddled constantly. It was created to carry feminine adornment and take sexual abuse. It was meant for the cruelest dreams of the most perverted. It was shapely and round all over, the most stimulating object I'd ever beheld outside of a dirty magazine. I figured to be dreaming where I spend most my time, and I didn't wish to wake up. I never could separate dreams from reality anyway.

I felt as if we were expected from the moment we entered the restaurant. Colleen took my hand and guided me through a thin crowd of mostly men. They turned toward her as we passed and all sported grins most devious. She was squeezed into a tiny dress that purposely accented her voluptuous figure, in the most provocative way. It was the color of a clear winter sky at noon and fit her body like a coat of paint, water colors. She was without bra and walked with her chest out, her bosom in the air. She was very proud of her bust, quite presumptuous and brazen as hell. Her breasts stuck out a foot from her body and were crowned with large aureole, capped with thick nipples. Like everyone else, I couldn't help staring, though I didn't like being caught. The nipples were not only thick, but hard and very long. So long in fact, they threatened to burst through the flimsy material.

Colleen allowed her breasts to brush and bump against men as we moved. I could have sworn to have seen men grab them as we passed. Other women were openly perturbed and did little to disguise their hatred. Here was a woman torn from the pages of a naughty magazine, a vixen, lewd and lovable, turning the heads of their men. She was ogled openly by every guy in the place and I could tell she reveled in the admiration. The men made plenty of crude comments and bold advances Colleen really enjoyed. She led me to a booth in a darkened corner and pushed me into the seat. Then she followed me in and I was cornered, treed, trapped. She pushed me back as far as she could and pushed against me. Two drinks arrived with a smiling waitress, who promptly disappeared. Colleen picked up her glass and I followed suit. She tapped them together.

"Salute," she said. She took a drink and I followed suit. I choked on the first sip.

"Wh......"

"Bourbon. It's bourbon and you'll get to like it. Now finish that one and have another," Colleen coaxed with words and tacit sensations. I'd never say 'no' to Colleen and it didn't take long to finish another. I forgot about my mom.

I was drunk for the first time in my life and loved it. I was sitting with the prettiest woman I'd ever seen. I felt like a king with Colleen as queen, the luckiest man on earth and I felt like another drink. I was also more nervous then I'd ever been and could only bring myself to glance at Colleen once in awhile. When I found her looking away, I stared till it hurt, or until caught. I struggled to etch her features into my memory as I could. Never had my penis been so aroused and he was making things most uncomfortable. Colleen talked with me and asked questions I felt obligated to answer.

"Do I excite you," Colleen asked in a whisper. She talked softly and consequently moved closer and closer. I couldn't collect thoughts, my brow was beaded in sweat and I was trembling noticeably. Every word I uttered came out in a stammering gobbledygook even I couldn't understand. Colleen didn't seem to care and while she talked, rubbed her breasts on my arm quite nonchalantly. I ogled the orbs whenever the opportunity arose and Colleen made sure it was often. They were larger up close, rounder and definitely firm. I melted to their touch and leaned into them timidly. A nipple sent shivers up and down my body whenever one scraped my arm. I glanced down at myself and found the front of my trousers developing a wet spot. It was awfully embarrassing but Colleen didn't seem to notice or care.

"Yea," I muttered in a bourbon slur. She turned into me and caught my arm between her breasts. My arm disappeared between the two most beautiful things on earth and I almost shot my load. My limb ignited, exploded along with my mind and libido. I caught my breath, blushed bright red and broke out in a sweat that dribbled. I was trembling and wanted to wipe my brow, or move in some way, but couldn't. I couldn't move yet I was moving all over. I didn't blink or even look up and kept my hands on the table grasping the edge.

"I like you and I know what you need," Colleen blew into my ear. The words came on the winds of her hot breath and she placed her hand on my thigh. Her hand was red-hot and burned through my trouser material. My breathing became labored as I looked into my lap and almost fainted. I saw her fingers near my expanding wet spot and panicked. The tip of the longest finger actually waded in the wet as its nail scrapped the length of my throbbing hard-on. I almost lost it and jumped up to run away, but I was trapped. I became delirious, bit my lip nervously and considered excusing myself, but her hand held me in place. She took a serious scan of the area and wiggled even closer.

"Ah...," I began to say as the hand stirred and her fingers crawled onto my penis. Like ants onto a dying worm they swarmed with intent. I had never felt anything like it in my life. It was a feeling beyond description.

"Shhh, no ones around, no one is looking," she said for encouragement. It took me a second to figure out what she meant. Then her fingers and hand attacked my boner with zeal. I grabbed at the tables edge till my knuckles were white.

"...Ah," I sputtered. I looked at her smiling face, into her wicked brown eye's and became dizzy. My brain was caught in the twin tornadoes of anticipation and bewilderment. This doesn't happen to me and never has, because mom said it never would. My mouth was agape and my eye's retreated to the arena of my lap. Somewhere ancient worlds collided as new life erupted within me. Antiquated fears were swept aside and the new world flooded in.

"Just relax and enjoy this," she whispered as she went to work. I watched her hand stroke my hard-on until ejaculation was eminent, then I closed my eye's tight and prayed. My body tensed and my pelvis jumped, sending my penis against the hand. As she stoked the fires of my furnace I surrendered little noises along with my seamen.

"Oh...oh...oh," I moaned incoherently. I gasped with each ejaculation, with each explosion that emptied sperm into my fruit of the Loom's. Colleen babbled into my ear quietly, romantically, and her hand continued pumping.

"Shhhh, let me have it all big boy. Come on, give it to Colleen," she cooed and coaxed with words, as well as action. She pressed her warm moist lips against my ear and I grasped the tables edge to keep from falling over.

"Ohhhh, ah," I continued without control. I was on a spiraling roller coaster traveling over and over and round and round. I zoomed up, up and up, then down, down and down. Colleen's tongue squished into my ear and I shivered as her hand milked my penis dry. Soon I was humping the hand openly and didn't care who noticed.

"Ohhh, good job. Cum on big man, dance for me," Colleen continued. Her fingers knew just how to play me. I was in heaven, in a dream, on cloud nine and didn't want to fall back to earth.

"Ah, mmmuuuh." I kept my eye's shut as my penis pumped and surged until spent.

"That's the way," Colleen said while finishing me off. She knew when to stop and how to rest her fingers along the length of my organ. She waited for me to subside and then continued. She grabbed my shriveling penis and squished it around in the sperm that filled my underwear. She continued riding her breasts on my arm and whispering in my ear. The front of my trousers was sopping wet and the spot was spreading quickly. I was slowly coming around and beginning to wonder what it was I should do. Colleen had all the answers. Another drink awaited me and her sticky fingers went back to work.

"Ah ,my...I," I began to sputter while regaining my senses. Her fingers were already arousing me once more and I couldn't fight it. I didn't want to fight or resist this woman, so I let her have her way with me. I was a little more relaxed now, just a little, but suddenly more self-conscious. I looked around and saw nothing amiss, no one staring, no gawkers and sighed with relief. I was the happiest man on earth, if only it would last.

"Oh my, such a man," Colleen said in quiet words that pumped up my ego with my penis. "I like you a lot and want to get to know you better."

"I, er...," I said, not knowing what to say. I relaxed my grip of the tables edge and took a normal breath. Colleen's hand was now wet as my trouser fronts and she'd gathered up enough material to get her hand around me. She used long strokes then and my penis was hard in no time. It took a little longer, but she jerked me off successfully and my underwear got fuller. It almost felt as though I peed in my pants, but it was too thick and gooey.

"My, my you have a lot of sperm in those balls of yours," Colleen said, once again fisting my penis into hardness. "I'd sure like to see them," she continued. Her fingers searched for and found my testicles easily enough. Then she sought to wrap her hand around them, but the material made it impossible. This caused Colleen to become a little rough and me to squirm.

"Ow," I squeaked, when Colleen finally caught one testicle between her thumb and a few fingers. She smiled and shushed me.

"Oh god yes, I must see these gems. If they're as nice as this one feels, I'm the luckiest woman on the planet," Colleen said. I looked up at her with a shocked expression on my face and fell into her deep brown eye's. I was drowning and grasping the words she threw me. I was shivering to her impish smile and nodded. Time to go home.



First Thirst Ch. 03



Chapter Three: First Kiss, First mistake

Colleen led me out of the restaurant the same way we entered, through a crowd of leering male admirers. There was no doubt about it this time, several men did grab Colleen's breasts and I saw them. I didn't care though because she enjoyed the attention and held me tighter. I was so inebriated Colleen had to hold me up to keep me from falling down. I had stopped attempting to cover the front of my trousers and didn't care about snickers anymore. By now the wet spot had spread to my knees and was most uncomfortable, but I didn't care about that either. Sure it was humiliating but I simply didn't care. Why should I. I was drunk and with the woman I loved. She had brought me off three times already, what more could I ask for?

A private automobile and chauffeur were waiting to take us home. Colleen and I sat in a darkened back seat where she continued the siege. I was in a happy drunken stupor and learning about my own sexual potential. Colleen was awakening deep seeded feelings and I was blossoming rapidly. She was cultivating appetites buried by my mom, sexual cravings. She was good at teaching and I was becoming an honor roll student. I was really drunk for the first time in my life, and finally without feelings of embarrassment or feelings period. Well, almost without feelings... but oh those sensations.

It was my first kiss, my first real kiss and when our lips touched I saw fireworks. It was everything I'd hoped and oh so much more. I was born again and younger than I'd ever been, an impish school boy on his first date. Something I never did in high school or afterwards either. Colleen was massaging my boner into yet another frenzy, taking it to another ejaculation. She worked me with one hand and slipped the other behind my head to knead my neck gently. She came up on the seat, onto her knees and swung her torso in front of me. She brought her breasts between us and mashed them into my chest as her lips reached mine. I could feel the thick nipples as I withered in her dual grip. I closed my eye's and puckered as her lips landed. I didn't yet know what to do with my hands and threw caution to the wind. I made my first mistake and slipped my arms around her.

"No...," Colleen whispered without ending our kiss. "Keep your arms and hands at your sides." I obeyed and she swabbed her breasts up and down on my chest in reward. They nearly popped out over the top of her dress and I hoped they would. Her lips were soft and moist and I surrendered to them. She used them to teach and I opened my soul to the lesson. Kissing was an exciting thing to do and I tried to provide as much pleasure as I received.

Colleen was peeling away my stodgy exterior and massaging my heart from within. She not only yanked on my root and played with my neck, she now slipped me her tongue. I immediately sent mine to meet with hers and a short dog fight ensued. It was a luscious fencing match, but I proved little competition for her experienced organ. I soon settled to keep mine aside and my mouth wide so she could explore me at her leisure. It seemed to be her intentions.

Colleen's tongue was small and very long. It slithered into my mouth like a snake into its burrow and began poking around. It was long enough to travel everywhere and had a point to pry with. I began sucking it, gently at first, but I was soon trying to swallow it. It was a wet and wild untamed animal. Colleen allowed me to play with it and even chew it a little. I gulped down all the saliva Colleen surrendered to my mouth along that organ, and enjoyed every drop.

Colleen kept me in stasis, kept me from moving one way or the other. I burned with passions I'd never known before and she kept them angry. Colleen stoked my appetite and teased my hunger till it ached, till I ached all over. My new found desire was transformed into a blazing inferno and I was trapped on the sixty ninth floor. She held my mouth to hers and sent her tongue down my throat in a series of jabs. She slathered her breasts around on my chest, ripping buttons from my shirt. She pumped my hard-on till I almost exploded, but this time she stopped me short. This time she toyed with me and I acted the part of a playful kitten.

Our lips were mashed together and formed a seal around her tongue while it probed my depths. I humped her hand openly and strove to recreate the pleasures I'd received earlier. I moved against her breasts in hopes of decreasing the distance between us. It was the distance equivalent to the thickness of cloth and it was driving me crazy. Everything was driving me insane and I began struggling in Colleen's grasp. I struggled like a baby in the arms of its mother. I pressed my palms into the leather seats and grabbed what I could. I yanked on the leather as the pressures built up throughout my body. Nothing helped and I began losing my breath. I was soon panting from the corners of my mouth and saliva ran down our chins. I could feel the saliva traveling down my neck, down my body, but Colleen never ceded an inch. She continued kissing rubbing and working me into an orgasm just to cut me short.

I could tell she took pleasure in my plight by the way she giggled so often. She was actually snickering a lot and enjoying what she did to me more all the time. I couldn't say I cared one way or the other. I did and I didn't. Besides, I wasn't about to throw it away. I didn't even know what it was I had yet, if anything. I didn't understand any of it, but tried too. I knew I was drunk and my head would not stop spinning unless Colleen attacked me. I knew I was dreaming but thought, 'what the hell,' I may as well enjoy it.

Ever the consummate mistress, Colleen stayed in control and kept me in hand. I was being driven from my mind, ridden by this mad coachwoman, a Banshee from Hades. She was everything I'd ever wanted and more than I hoped for. 

I was in the grips of the great Succubus and she already knew everyone of my weaknesses. She understood my failings and my desires, and used them to dominate me. I hadn't realized where Colleen meant by home until we were entering hers. My mom would kill me for this.



First Thirst Ch. 04



Chapter Four: First Night Sans Mom

"Come on." Was all Colleen needed to say and I followed her from the auto. I felt like an invalid in the hands of his nurse, staggering from bed. As we began down a short walk I could feel the earth rotating, or was it my head. Regardless, everything was spinning faster than ever. Things were very different tonight and it was more than simply alcohol. At least I thought so, hoped so. Colleen held me up once again as she guided me down the garden path. This time she had a good hold of my crotch and was pulling me along by what she could grasp. Her other hand had hold of my belt in back, which she used to hold me up. The double sensation had me humping the air as we moved. She giggled as we passed the chauffeur and he started giggling. He sported a big grin and watched with growing interest.

The sky was clear and painted with stars that danced to a pleasant tune. The air was a pine-scented melody that tickled my senses with freshness. My mind was a slushy gray mass painted in haze, and my penis was an animal. An untamed brute recently freed to express itself for the first time in its life. It was a monster and it was mad as hell, though at what?

It was angry with me for obeying my mom all these years and keeping him from answering nature. I was mad at myself for that and always would be. I had given up on the prospect of love and turned my back on life, until Colleen came along. This woman went right for my imprisoned friend and swung the cage door open to make his dreams come true. When we reached the front door to her home Colleen let go of my crotch but kept hold of the belt.

"Now hold still a minute while I open the door," she said. She turned me to face the street and yanked me up onto my toes by the belt. I staggered around a bit, but was soon stood fast, hung from the deepest wedgy I'd ever been given. "It will just take a moment," she went on. Colleen must have been looking for a key, but I couldn't remember a purse. I quickly gave up attempting to look back over my shoulder and settled for straight ahead. I was forced to face the chauffeur, and felt like a ballet dancer on stage, a puppet on a string. I tried avoiding his looks as he roared in stifled laughter and reeled in step. Standing on my toes wasn't easy and I almost fell a couple times, which Colleen would not tolerate.

"Hold still I told you," Colleen said while readjusting me. I was kept dancing with tugs and yanks most inspiring and painful. The chauffeur finally made it into his seat, closed the door and drove off slowly. I never assumed Colleen did this with hatred, after all, my mom always embarrassed me in public and she loved me. Just because Colleen did it differently didn't make it wrong and I was convinced she too loved me. At least I hoped so. I was convinced all women were like Colleen and my mom. I was sure that if Colleen had known I was embarrassed, she'd have stopped. She was simply too busy looking for her keys and not paying attention. I certainly wasn't about to ruin the best evening of my entire life over a little discomfort and did my best to adjust continually. Soon I was hauled backwards and into a darkened foyer.

"Get your clothes off," Colleen ordered in a whisper of warm sensual air, once we were inside. She let me go and pushed me against the nearest wall while closing the door. I wasn't confused about what to do and began by unbuckling my belt. Colleen reached to a switch and flicked on the light. The light was blinding and I dropped my head to protect my eyes. It was a rude awakening from my first real dream, a romantic love story I wished to continue.

"Come on, get 'em off," Colleen said with a little more authority. She left me standing alone with my back to a wall and stepped away. I blinked my eyes a lot as they adjusted to the light and peeked around sheepishly. I moved them cautiously and only a very short distance, till I located Colleen's shoes. She was in front of me, a few steps away and I focused in on her feet while unzipping. Her feet were dainty and turned into a pair of light blue pumps that accented her tapered legs in a most exciting way. Her ankles were slender and nicely shaped. I don't know why, but I wanted to kiss one; it seemed the proper thing to do. I was becoming nervous again and hesitating, but Colleen helped.

"Come on boy, take off your clothes. Let me see you naked," she continued in a voice that oozed of love laced with sarcasm. At least I interpreted her feelings as expressions of love, both erotic and cold. At that point my penis grew impatient and took control of my motor reflexes, and my trousers dropped.

I closed my eyes and followed them down. It took awhile to work bent at the waist, while weaving and teetering in all directions. I huffed, puffed and sighed a bit, but I succeeded. I freed myself of shoes, socks and slacks, and nudged them aside. I made to stand and placed my forearm against the wall to keep from falling. My head was spinning out of control and I feared it would fly away. I looked up at Colleen by accident and caught her looking at me. I was a deer caught in the head lights of an oncoming semi, stunned silly and left immobile. I dropped my eyes to her feet once more and took a couple deep breaths to help in reorientation. She was standing with one hand on a hip and looked perturbed, so I reached for my tie and shirt.

The knot took a moment and the few buttons left on my shirt even less. I pulled the fabric from my shoulders and off my back, then let it drop to the pile. I stood facing Colleen with my eye's still lowered and slipped my thumbs under the waist band of my briefs. Wow, what a feeling. I chewed on my lower lip and began wringing the elastic as my nervousness returned. It crawled under my skin making me weak-kneed and turned me into a spineless yellow chicken. I'd never been naked in front of anyone before in my life and it wasn't going to be easy the first time. I twisted the waist band and pulled on it over and over while fighting my deepest fears. The soggy cotton inadvertently pulled away from my waist allowing cool air to rush in and further excite my boner. I looked down at my throbbing condition and tented underwear with great trepidation. I was again gripped by embarrassment, but Colleen was growing impatient and her voice filled with condescending undertones she kept well under control.

"Show Colleen your little pee pee," she continued. "Come on now, show it to me." Her voice hinted of her own caged anticipation, reined expectations, and a desire to see me. I had to believe it, because my reason needed one more tiny lie. I loved it and pulled the material far enough away from my body to see my penis. It was a sopping wet organ that ruled my life both day and night. It was Willie, swimming in a small pool of sperm, bouncing and splashing about like an unhappy whale awaiting freedom. It wanted to come out, to be seen by this woman and only I stood in its way, or did I. Colleen had empowered my penis earlier and granted him sovereignty of some type. It was exerting its new found authority after proving itself three times already this evening and I was of little consequence. I had nothing to do with any of it really. I was in a drunken stupor and it was ready to play. Colleen knew him well and threw him a fresh barb. "Well? Show me. Let me see your cock and balls!"

After one more deep breath I pulled the material down and over my hard-on. The angry young thing sprang free and came to attention before the woman I loved, it loved, we loved. Colleen was the woman I loved and my cock wanted to ravish. It let out a long string of lubrication that ran quickly and reached the arch of my foot before it clung to my leg. I moved the cloth over my thighs and down my legs. It was more difficult working bent at the waist this time, with my boner in the way. To make matters worse, the material was sopping wet and rolled as I pulled. I worked it down my legs in a hurry fraught with frustration. I huffed, puffed and rolled the cotton till it peeled from each foot, then dropped it with the rest. I came up and stood before Colleen beaming with pride and burdened with shame. My cock produced another fast running string of lubricant that caught my knee and decorated my thigh. My heart was pounding, I was unable to control any of my emotions, and began trembling. I couldn't move otherwise and waited for Colleen to command me, which she did.

"Come along," she said without waiting. Before I could move Colleen grabbed my left testicle with her thumb and a few finger tips.

"AAAhhhooooo," I sputtered to another startling sensation. I was again forced to grapple with the unexpected as best I could. I tried very hard because I wanted to fuck Colleen and would do anything at this point for the opportunity. She was a demanding lover but I adapted quickly and was learning to enjoy her abrupt ways. She was a vexatious mistress and I was learning my place. Now, I knew nothing about the behavior of lovers, but I knew what I liked and what love took. I realized mom intentionally taught me about love through the eyes of failure, and I was upset about that. But I'd used that knowledge as a reason to succeed, and had finally taken my first step, to destiny. I liked Colleen. No, I loved Colleen and I was surrendering to her. I surrendered to a cliff-hanging experience of nail-biting uncertainty and couldn't get enough of it.

Colleen took my testicle in a firm grip and pulled me to her. My cock surged with passion, oozing gobs of lubrication, and strove to attack. For the first time in my life I was completely naked with someone of the opposite sex. I was not only with the woman I loved, better yet I was controlled by the one I love.

While pulled and tempted by this beautiful female, I kept my arms at my sides and tried to breathe evenly. My hands were having the most difficult time finding something to do. They kept fisting and relaxing, fisting and relaxing, and bouncing against my hips with open palm. I wanted to wrap my arms around Colleen right there and then. I wanted to grab her and kiss her lips. The veins of my cock pulsated with blood as the organ surrendered unending strings of lubricant. All I wanted was to shove my cock and tongue into her, but she turned and walked away, towing me along. I danced from my left testicle, on my toes, and followed obediently.

"Col... l... e... e... n...," I sputtered only to find myself yanked along harder. I couldn't believe the pain, or how easy it was for Colleen to provide it, simply with fingers. Her manipulation's kept me on my toes and kept tears in my eye's, yet it felt wonderful. Though Colleen never looked back I danced for her like I'd never danced before. After a distance and flight of steps she did look back. She looked back over her shoulder and stopped. She spun around, faced me and pulled me against her. Of course my drooling boner jumped up to mount her, but as a leashed dog, couldn't get far.

"Look at me," she demanded. I melted into her body and my hands grabbed my own buttocks, to keep from ruining things. My over-zealous cock went up and pressed against her, and I felt faint. I could feel him throbbing and oozing with desire. I could feel his impatience countering Colleen's moving as she teased and brought him on. The harder my boner became the more blood it demanded at the sake of my sagging body. I finally collapsed against her and my mind went blank. I looked up and forced my eyes to meet with hers for the first time. Colleen was all encouragement.

"There, that isn't so bad, is it," she asked. My eye's bounced a bit with apprehension, that first time thing. Like Ping-Pong balls they slowed down quickly, soon bobbling on the surface of her eye's until relaxed. Once snagged they became happy victims and happier prisoners. I was all penis, one throbbing hard-on, strung between four limbs. Colleen's will kept my extremities strung taut and out of the way, as she guided my landing between her breasts. Colleen spoke softly.

"This is my room," she whispered and I gulped. I was suddenly lost in her eyes, swimming in pools of syrupy chocolate bliss, without care of consequence. My boner drooled merrily, excreting gobs of lubricant as it was chaffed between us, against her. Again Colleen stopped and turned to move on. She looked back over her shoulder, fisted both my testicles and scooped up my eye's. With all four of my orbs in tow she pulled me through the gates of heaven. Or was it the gates of hell... or would I know the difference, or is there a difference? I was pulled across the room and into her bathroom. She led me to the shower and guided me in.

"Shower and I'll be right back," Colleen said with a wicked grin. She let me go and I nodded with out saying a word. I reached for the faucet handles. "Bathe everywhere but don't bathe cock or balls." 



First Thirst Ch. 05



Chapter Five: Look Look, My First Shower

"Don't wash your cock and balls," Colleen sang. She was looking at them with interest and I felt truly proud. Though yet a bit confused I stood tall, hoisting my organ up as high as possible.

"Huh," I uttered. Her eyes came up to mine and I'd forgotten what she said but it didn't matter, because I'd obey her anyway. I stood before her with my soul on a platter, a molded wad of Pate de foie gras and buttered bread rounds. With what appeared to be a smirk and insatiably hunger expression, she gobbled up my gift and reached for more.

"I'll wash them for you," she iterated slowly, playing to my numbness, and I smiled. Colleen's head cocked to one side and she looked at me seriously. Her look penetrated quickly and took control, and all I could do was 'sigh' in resignation. Her mind was a long metal spoon she used for hollowing out my insides. I waited anxiously for her mental raping of my mind to reach its target and take me by the root, but her voice startled. "Understand?"

"Ah," I answered. I hoped this meant I was owned by her; though I'm not sure where I came up with such an idea, but I knew it to be true. I basted in juices of self-exploitation to the hopes of experiencing sexual gratification, and my head began nodding. It was suddenly bobbing like that of a toy dog on the dashboard of a speeding hot-rod down an old dirt road, and I couldn't believe it. I couldn't yet believe, really and truly believe, a beautiful woman had taken me this far. I couldn't believe it... and she was about to bathe my private parts. I almost fainted from thinking, or should I say praying, I would soon be fucking. My mouth was agape as I gazed in awe in her direction, and she spoke.

"Yes ma'am, is how you refer to me at all times and from now on," she ordered with a look of seriousness. Her eyes continued massaging me from the inside, preparing me to do anything for the privilege of fucking her but once, and I was beyond willing, I was demanding.

"Uh huh," I continued nodding in my trance. I couldn't hear well over the noise produced by the waterfall of thoughts, provoked by anticipation. My limited imagination could find no boundaries or reference points into areas it had yet to travel. My boner bounced and called out to be masturbated, but I dared not comply. 

"Well," Colleen asked in a slightly raised voice. Combined with her look I came back to reality, somewhat, and collected my thoughts to answer.

"...Yes ma'am," I said with some trepidation. It came out as if in song, well-pitched and just right. Or so I thought.

"Say it again!"

"Yes ma'am," I stuttered with even more clarity and tone.

"Say it again. Say it louder and be more clear." I realized my Colleen wanted the best, and I was ready. 

"Yes ma'am," I stated with a cresting pride that stimulated me in even stranger ways.

"You will refer to me in that way from now on. In private and in public," she said. Her smirk grew even more wide and her eyes both squinted and sparkled, as in battle and bed. I was taken by both and looked on in lost adoration, both my heads nodding up and down, oozing juices of agreement. "Understand?"

"Ah ha," I acknowledged, followed with a proudly voiced correction. "I mean, yes ma'am." Everything was yet beyond comprehension and I prayed it wasn't a dream. I simply wanted to have sexual intercourse, to fuck for the first time in my life, and knew this was my moment. Colleen, on the other hand, grabbed a little more control at every opportunity and I had no objection. She barked orders in the most pleasant way.

"I don't want to catch you touching yourself," she added with a grin that kept growing. "And I mean ever again! In public or in private!" She was smiling and speaking to me as if it were the most common of demands and it may have been for all I knew. I took her word for it and promised her, and myself, to obey. I was standing with my side to her now and considered how silly I must look, yet I held my organ high.

It took both hands to turn on the water and adjust the temperature without losing sight of her. She smiled, I smiled, we smiled and I almost turned away to the waters cold start, which turned warm and soon became hot. It felt good to wash up and I did a good job after Colleen disappeared. Then I hurried so I'd be ready when she returned. I couldn't wait to get my hands on her, those tits and ass. What a stud I planned on being. As ordered, I bathed my entire body while avoiding my crotch. I did want to touch my penis one time and it did want me to touch it, but we knew that would be unwise. The shower stall was clear and I felt self-conscious, though less than usual. By the time I finished my feet and stood Colleen was there. She was standing in all her glory, naked as I.

Immediately our eyes met once more and all of a sudden I felt like a fish with a hook in its mouth. Shame and unbridled desire blinded me and I almost tried hiding, but Colleen would have none of that and she reeled me close. Only after Colleen's eyes began scanning my body did I follow her lead and begin my own journey down her body.

Colleen's skin was the color of deeply tanned alabaster. She was obviously a sun worshipper and nudist. Her neck was long sleek and elegant. She had narrow shoulders, round and delicate. Huge breasts hung from a gently sloping chest bearing stretch marks from the weight. Even I could see they were too large for her frame, and they strained her chest shoulders and upper back. The end of each mammary was capped with large aureole and long thick nipple. They were the forbidden fruits, painfully over-ripe and the most exciting objects I had ever beheld. The pain and pleasure I saw in her eyes, as she stuck them out in front of herself impudently, almost took me to ejaculation.

Her breasts rested on a trunk that sloped gently out from under them. Her torso was the perfectly shaped pear toned to modern terms, yet majestic by any terms. Her belly was flat yet round, and blessed with a deep button. Her mons was plump and hairless, which surprised me. I could see long lips and a clitoris of some prominence. Her fleshy thighs were almost in perfect ratio to her legs and the rest of her body. Her legs were not long, but turned by god into limbs of beauty far too delicate for so much breast meat. Her feet and toes were long slender and cute. She stepped into the shower and brought her breasts to me.

"Would you like to bath me," she asked, once again catching my eyes before they could begin another journey. I nodded yes. "Go ahead then," she continued turning under the stream a couple times. Her back was the work of an Italian cello maker, curved to perfection by the artist. She had the roundest buttocks I'd ever seen in any magazine, and deepest crevice. She wore a plastic cap on which the water played a lively band-marching tune. I had the soap in my hands and was working up lather. I didn't know where to begin, or if I could. She stopped with her back to me.

"Start on my back," she said reading my mind, watching me from over her shoulder. My hands were shaking with anticipation and moved to her shoulders slope. They landed uneasily and began moving in circles, warming up. I was timid and spread the lather slowly, almost with fear. I had never touched anyone like this before and never expected too. My hands found Colleen's skin soft and her body firm, but I took their freedom seriously, adapting quickly. I lathered again and was back in a flash. My hard-on was tapping out a happy message in a rapid tempo against Colleen's buttocks. Soon I was slathering the soap up and down the violin curve of Colleen's back and she was moving with my action. I was becoming bolder and lathering my hands often, until she turned around. 

She placed herself square to me and held her breasts out as far as she could. She looked at them and then to me. She knew my hands were lathered and itching to maul her mammary under pretext of bathing, and she knew I was a man with one need and one need only. She looked up to me sporting that wicked smirk and I begged with my eyes best I could. I was ready to begin and awaited her permission. I held my eager hands in the air and looked to her for the go ahead. I was afraid to touch them, I needed some type of permission and expected some from Colleen, but she did the opposite. She scooped each breast up in a hand and took them from me.

"Don't worry about these," she said. She held her breasts up for me to see and bounced them a little. "I'll wash these and my private areas," she said. She pulled her arms back and stuck her breasts out as far as she could. I continued trembling as I went for her shoulders from the front. I jumped when my hands landed and her breasts pressed into me. My cock jumped with its own anticipation and bumped it's head on a thigh. Colleen's smile kept getting bigger and bigger.

I massaged Colleen's shoulders and rinsed them clean, then moved my hands down to her arm pits. I was careful to avoid her breasts even though it was killing me. When my hands finished rinsing each pit clean, they continued down Colleen's sides. My forearms momentarily caught Colleen's breasts between them I pretended to be holding them. It was a wondrous feeling and I mashed them between my arms as best I could, before they squished free. My boner bounced around yelling for a hand but we all pretended to ignore him. Colleen knew just when to touch me and for how long.

Colleen tortured me by rubbing her giant breasts around on my chest. They were well-veined udders, meaty and heavy, ready for lactation. These were my childhood dreams, what all my hopes were made of and it was more exciting then anything I could have imagined. My hands touched what they could and lingered where they were able. Colleen's body was warm and cuddly all over and I couldn't wait to fuck her. I was breathing hard and my mouth stayed open involuntarily. I was in heaven along with everything I'd ever wanted. I felt Colleen looking at me and looked up.

"Come on, finish up. I want to go to bed," she said. Colleen was mashing her breasts into me, causing the lather foaming between us. She was rubbing the front of her body against mine in long sensuous strokes that inflamed my soul. She moved up and down on my soapy boner and took me to the brink of explosion. Never had I been more excited, had my hard-on throbbing both inside and out. My testicles ached as never before and I felt certain they'd soon turn blue, strangled by love. I did Colleen's bidding and lathered my hands.

I sent them under her breasts, to her belly, her waist and down. I worked around her as I traveled, avoiding what I should. I wanted to travel over her buttocks one time, but refrained from acting rashly. I wished to send a soapy finger between her nether lips one time, but knew better. That was left a dream, soon to be fulfilled. I went to my knees to reach her calves, legs, knees and ankles. While there I took my time and stared at her sex long and hard. I occasionally slipped behind her to view the crevice formed by her exquisite orbs. I tried to see all I could see even if I didn't understand it all.

Her nether lips were long flaps of thick skin, miniature elephant ears. Any images I'd retained of glossy Magazine photos were being overwritten. I could see the head of her clitoris poking from under folds of skin. Everything was glossy and dripping with nectar. I tried to get my head lower, to see up into her sex, but the lips were in the way. I lathered between each of her toes while admiring further. I poked around like a boy in his toy box, with my eyes and imagination.

Colleen's entire body was firm, taut and soft, all in one. It made me want to squeeze until it popped. It drove me crazy with desires and needs I could only fulfill with its help. I wanted to pull it down onto the ground and crawl over it. I wanted to grab any part I wished and twist it. I wanted to spread any hole I wished and poke into it. I wanted to roam over its hills and dales -and go spelunking. I wanted Colleen to take my virginity and I was sure of that. I wanted her to be my first fuck. I heard her voice and looked up through the mist that threatened to shut my eyes. I looked up between the twin peaks of a goddess and saw her looking down at me. We were on either side of the great valley formed by her breasts.

"Let's go down there, get up here," Colleen said. I took one more hard look at her sex and stood. We were close enough for the head of my cock to vibrate against her belly in fits and fancies. She was lathering her hands and smiling, while mashing her breasts together between her arms. She watched my reactions and tested their limits. Once sufficiently soapy Colleen scooped up her breasts and began washing them. It was a wonder to watch and I almost grabbed myself, but let wisdom rule.

Her hands moved to her ass and she turned so I could view the action. I watched her long fingers sliding along the crevice with their tips deep. I knew where those tips went when they disappeared. She rinsed herself and faced me again. She used my shoulder for balance and sent a freshly lathered set of fingers into her sex. She worked them deep till the excitement showed on her face and her eyes closed. I closed my eyes too. Before I knew it Colleen had me sideways to her, soaping me front and back. One hand attacked my buttocks and the other saw to my cock and balls.

"Mmmm, you're the man for me," she whispered. She was extremely thorough and in one shove, sent a middle finger into my behind. The digit sent me into the air but her other hand had hold of my cock, holding me in place.

"Ngghhh..." I managed to splatter between gasps. I let my arms dangle and I let Colleen hold me up. I had little choice. 

"That's the boy, "Colleen said in a tone reminiscent of my mother. She worked her finger deep and wiggled it around while I slid back and forth in her fist. My cock oozed lubrication in long thick strands that swung from my head till it separated under its own weight. "I will decide when and where you have orgasms. Now let's rinse off and I'll explain everything to you in bed." That's what I was waiting for.

It wasn't long before I was dabbing her body with a warm towel in preparation for bed. She stood above me in all her majesty and I worked on my knees before her. I was excited about going to bed with Colleen, and fucking her.



First Thirst Ch. 06



Chapter Six: First Fuckin' Promise

When I'd finished and stood Colleen was all smiles and reached for my balls once again. I kept my legs parted and watched her hand take possession of me. It was an awesome sight and I almost came right there and then. Her hand and fingers were a long dainty clasp that scooped up both balls at once and closed. I was gathered up and strangled tight. My cock drooled in abundance which Colleen made a point of avoiding. My thighs and lower legs, already decorated in several earlier strands, caught another.

"My, my, you certainly are a messy little boy," Colleen said to my penis while scanning the results of his enthusiasm. Even I could tell she was impressed with his copious demonstration, though she shrugged her shoulders with unconcern. Then she turned to head out of the door, with me in tow. I cringed at the thought of upsetting her and followed as I've learned to do in a single evening. Her grip was stronger than ever and I was guided into a room that took my breath, Colleen's bedroom.

The first thing my eyes jumped on was Colleen's bed and 'oh' the stories I'm sure it could tell. It was a four poster giant with a canapé of lace and frill. It was situated with its head against one wall, between two windows. It consisted of a thick mattress covered with a thick comforter trimmed with yards of lace. There were a pair of oversized pillows in cases of white satin, and they looked very fluffy. I couldn't wait to jump into bed and moved with her to its edge until she stopped, and turned to face me. She pushed my hard-on to the side with her thigh and slipped her free arm around my waist. Her fingers landed along my spine and she pulled me into her while squeezing my balls until I winced. I looked into her eyes for sympathy and it was then she brought our lips together. I forced my arms to stay at my sides with my hands and fingers dancing to a tune they were not allowed to enjoy. My whimpers added to the music and passions brought on by this most wicked majorette.

Colleen had a good hold of my scrotum and held me fast as she kissed my lips lightly, coaxing mine to kiss back. Our lips were wet and our meetings made moist sensual sounds that served to inflame me further. Her lips were small, yet plush enough to keep me from thinking of the pain her hand provided. She also used her tongue to bring me on, to entice mine into attacking, which she succeeded in doing. Soon she had me the way she wanted me, wound up and jumping around in her grip like a lunatic. That I was able to keep my hands at my sides was a tribute to her control. She had me begging for a kiss and struggling to keep her lips with mine. She toyed with me in a relentless fashion. She stroked me into a frenzy, pushed me to the brink of losing control, while winding me tighter and tighter. The more freedom she allowed, the more I pursued and the less I got. I attacked her with my mouth and slobbered all over her until she took her lips away completely. She looked away leaving me the side of her face and neck. I was beyond myself and went for the areas I could reach with pucker and extended tongue. I landed my lips and tongue on her cheek, chin, ear and neck. I took in her scent and lapped up her taste until I felt dizzy. I soon realized the truth, Colleen's essence got me high and I searched for it frantically.

Her skin carried a flavor that drove me out of my mind and I began lapping it up like a hungry kitten after catnip or fresh crème. I'd never realized how exciting flavor and scent were until that moment. Whether the edge of another universe, or threshold of another dimension, I was eager to go on, to take another step. Suddenly I found myself on a cork bobbing in an ocean of olfactory stimuli surrounded by a thick haze. I felt to be everywhere at once and I wondered where I'd been all my life. Oh, I knew the answer to that question all right, but now I had the cure. There is a God and He's provided me the elixir. Mine is the hand Michelangelo used for Adam on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.

Colleen held me at arms length and maneuvered me as she needed. She gripped me with one hand as her other turned down the comforter and white satin sheets. As she worked I did all I could to stay 'high' by keeping my mouth on her somewhere. I stretched and craned my neck in order to reach a shoulder with the tip of my tongue and maybe plant a kiss or risk a nibble. I strained my upper body, spanning gaps, while reaching for her neck. I must have looked like a flamingo while standing there with my arms pulled back and in the air almost flapping. A stork caught in mid-flight or a Honker, at least. Colleen made me pull from my balls to reach what I wanted and the pain caused me to flap my arms up and down, but I didn't care. She enjoyed my show of affection and let me know with quick smiles as she worked at the bed spread. She enjoyed dodging and eluding me while I strove for the irresistible treat. She was giggling after flipping the comforter down and turned to me all aglow. She bent a leg, dropped the lower end onto the bed and sat. With that wicked grin she slid into the bed with me in tow.

I followed with the eagerness of a ravenous spoiled brat, controlled with threats of punishment most severe. I was the greedy lad who always wants something new and yet has everything. I pursued Colleen with the zeal of a covetous but obedient little boy on Christmas morning. My knees were shocked by the cold satin sheets, but my body was on fire and I could hear my caps sizzle along with my palms. My hands dropped into the coldness and the thickness gave under my weight. This should have caused me to roll into Colleen but she was skilled at her art and kept me steady. She kept me kneeling on the mattress edge, while she wiggled herself into position.

"Ow," I inadvertently blurted out while holding myself in the position dictated by Colleen's hand. Once she was comfortable she let me lower myself onto her arm. I straddled and lay along its length. Oh, this was heaven, I could now die happy. Like this I could reach and was allowed to kiss Colleen's shoulder and upper arm. I whimpered and blubbered from excitement and pain, but kept it a cooing most quiet. I only wished I could wrap my own arms around this arm and caress the limb with my hands. I had a good view of the breast nearest me and marveled at it in wonder.

Colleen reached her free arm behind her and caught a metal eye in the backboard with an index finger. She sunk her head into a pillow, took a couple deep breaths and relaxed into her bed. She kept my organ at arms distance and allowed my cock to move against her wrist, which was coated in the slick lubricant continuing to ooze from the head of my cock. Colleen was constantly experimenting with her grip, and at times allowed me to reach her ear with my lips. I was learning how to earn reward, how to grovel, whimper, and moo without disturbing. I still kept my hands out of the way, to the sides and way out of the way.

There were many things I loved about getting at Colleen's neck, but the first and foremost was that 'high'. Sure, I loved the way she cringed as I nestled into some moist sensitive area. I loved the way she would resist and yield simultaneously leaving me ever confused. But the 'high' was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. I'd been granted access to an area rich in a chemical combination I found myself craving. I'd already learned to activate the essence with my saliva. I learned to cultivate its basic nature by chewing on the area properly. Then I reaped my reward by vacuuming and swallowing over and over again. I continued until the world around us melted and disappeared completely. I'd never realized women were more fun then an hour cruise on mother's brandy. Colleen was an aphrodisiac and I was hooked on forging her body. I would quickly discover the different areas of her body carried varying nuances of the same substance and realized I faced a joyful lifetime of excavation. I knew not about time or space, but understood I should enjoy all I could.

I was soon lost to happiness and wallowing around on Colleen's arm like the wanton madman she wished me to be. I dug my fingers into the mattress and anchored my hands into place, as she allowed me to continue winding myself up for her. With lips, tongue, teeth and desire, I kissed, licked, chewed and swallowed. Soon, I was way out of control and humping Colleen's wrist like a maddened horny dog. It was then Colleen squeezed my balls until I rose up from my lover, off her arm. 

The pain brought me up on all fours and made me wince aloud. Colleen brought me to kneel beside her and she rolled up onto her side to face me. I watched her breasts plop down onto the bed between us and couldn't take my eyes off them. It took everything I had to keep from attacking one with my mouth and hands. I had almost caught my breath when Colleen looked at me and I was forced to rip my eyes from worship and meet with hers. She smiled and spoke softly as the light.

"You're quite the stud," she said in a meaningful way. I chose to believe her words and find the proof in her look. She simply laid there snickering, her head buried in the thickness of an over-stuffed eider-down pillow. Her hand continued working on the neck of my scrotum, making me start and spasm in fits and jerks.

"Tha....Yes ma'am," I answered. She ceased fisting me and caught my testicles in her hand gently. She began rolling and weighing them carefully. Our eyes stayed together, mine in prayer, hers in the process of looting. I felt her fingernail tips on my scrotum as she used them to scratch and nip at the skin. I was so in love all I could do was drool from every hole I had and stare at her in awe. I again jumped when she spoke.

"Very good!"

"Yes ma'am."

"Do you ever think of marriage," Colleen asked me and I was shocked again. I almost looked away in sudden shame but swallowed hard.

"Well..." I stuttered.

"Yes ma'am is how you've been instructed to answer me," Colleen stated sharply, but quietly. "Say more only if required." She pinched my left testicle till the pain showed as tears in my eye and I went to one knee.

"Yes ma'am," I breathed with a cringe. She continued to carry an impish smirk and collect my frailties as one would dandelions. Her hand wrapped itself around my hard-on.

"Would you ask me to marry you," she asked. Her hand slid slowly up and down the entire neck of my boner and I found every part of me bewildered. All of me was confused at once. I could not fathom the love of a woman, the events of the moment. A wish fulfilled seemed impossible, even in the face of it. My penis spoke to me, for me, as it was stroked into choking up more gobs of lubricant than it was meant to carry. Colleen's look softened and her eyes brought me on, in tandem with her fist. I knew I was lost. Opportunity only knocks once. This was my first chance in life, my first good turn.

"Yes ma'am," I answered.

"Then I accept," she retorted. Her smirk became a shyster's grin and I became even more confused. I didn't think I'd meant to propose. At least I didn't think I'd meant too, or did I? Was it a bad thing? Was it the right thing to do? Did I want to fuck this woman? Hell yes!!! My penis would have it no other way. He was on the verge of another orgasm, pumped-up and prepared to do anything to have his way. He wasn't confused about anything; he has a one track mind connected to my brain through miles of neural tentacles. The faster things moved, the happier he was. In fact, things never happened fast enough for him, lasted long enough or occurred often enough. I guess we were a perfect team; Like Abbot and Costello or Laurel and Hardy, he knew everything and I knew nothing, he stood and I fell, he was the fencer and I the foil. I cowered and stumbled, he connived and controlled, and together we obeyed. It all had to be worth it and so I muttered almost incoherently.

"Yes ma'am."

"What," Colleen whispered aloud. She wrinkled her brow and her eyes went squint. Her lips pursed and twisted a bit. I was traveling in circles, spinning in orbit around the unknown, humping her fist in a growing frenzy.

"Yes ma'am," I said. Colleen lifted her chest and brought her breasts up. Together we looked down at them as she released my piston pumping hard-on. She slipped her arm out from under me, reached it over my shoulder and pulled me down onto the bed beside her. I didn't care how slimy it was; I landed with both breasts in my face. I looked up at Colleen and she looked down at me.

"What did you say young man?"

"Huh...,yes ma'am?"

"Well then, ask me the right way," Colleen began. I laid on one of my arms and kept the other behind me as best I could. I pressed my cheeks between her heavy tits and wallowed-in while trying to catch my breath. I had to breathe through my mouth in labored controlled gasps that made my entire body swell and ebb. My boner was pressed between us, between flesh, but I didn't want to move too much, just yet. "Right now," she said. "Ask me right this moment." Confused, I answered in question.

"Yes ma'am?"

"Well, ask me to marry you, silly," she demanded.

"Yes ma'am. Will you marry me ma'am," I asked. There, I'd done it and it was over before I knew it. I didn't even understand what was happening yet.

"Yes, I accept your proposal of marriage," Colleen answered. "Now you may hold my breasts with your hands and take them in your mouth if you wish." She spoke while adjusting everything around us. She reached somewhere over our heads and the lights went out. She slipped her arm under her head and maneuvered her breasts to my advantage. She made sure our bodies were pressed together and our toes touching. I held her tits in both hands as best I could. I had one in my mouth and was sucking from the nipple with wild abandon.

"Relax," Colleen finally said. "Lie still and don't fidget or I'll take them from you." She was referring to her breasts and suddenly I realized how much was happening and how much wasn't. I tried relaxing, breathing slowly. I looked around the now darkened room and wondered if I should simply up and fuck her. Probably not.



First Thirst Ch. 07



How lucky can one guy get? Here I was, in the bed of the prettiest woman I'd ever known, holding both her tits while sucking on the nipples. I felt like a nursing piglet and probably sounded the same, but that didn't bother me none. I concentrated on squeezing and playing with those titties, yes titties, as much as I could. I needed too, before I woke up and discovered all of this was a dream, as I had so often.

Colleen and I were lying in bed facing each other, the entire lengths of our bodies touching at crucial points. My penis throbbed happily in the humid envelope formed by our proximity. It pulsated with the knowledge of nearness to her. While mouth and hands attacked those titties, I continued taking in deep breaths of air through my nose at a very slow tempo, and releasing them slower. I needed to catch my breath and calm down, though I didn't expect my penis to calm down as he was in a world of his own.

My penis had the ability to sense on its own and was going crazy with the thought of entering this lovely woman, 'Colleen', I reminded him in thought. I moved him as close to his target as I could. Things were not up to me, Colleen was in charge, but I took him as near as I dared and let him poke around. It was all up to him, could he melt her heart? In the meantime, I concentrated on sucking. Nursing stirred up a deep-seated emotional catastrophe of the most pleasant type. The opportunity to chew on thick nipple's, to bite, gnaw, and slobber; To fit as much tit in my mouth as I could and hopefully swallow; To take and munch on both rubbery nipples at once; All this enflamed my desire for more, more, and more. More, more, and more... there would be no bottom to this addiction, and Colleen didn't seem to mind.

I discovered Colleen's head thrown back and it seemed she was asleep. She had one arm under her head, the other behind her, and her body in a most appealing arch. I knew it was all for my benefit and dared to take some advantages. I dared to take a breast in both hands and wring its neck, while sucking on the nipple as hard as I could. Colleen moaned and sharpened her arch, pushing her breast into me, rousing me on. Her hairless mound bumped the head of my hard-on and retreated. My penis groped about in a game of blind mans bluff, seeking his mate and a kiss, and more. I became braver and dug my fingers into firm breast-meat, took as much of it into my mouth as I could and began gnawing.

I was now tapped into the matrix of mans insatiable nature, a surging river of archetypes from the ocean of infinite existence. Even drunk, I realized this was it. I was here to conquer Eros' realm, while held in check by the temples' priestess. I was attached to Colleen by a psychic leash and obedient to her wishes. 'Had I known her but a few hours...? Did I know her at all?' Thinking caused me to lose control of my heart, and once it got rolling everything else collapsed under waves of psychic disturbance. Colleen's moan and the way her body responded told me I was on the right track for the first time in my life, and I rambled on.

The best my penis could do was bump against the woman we loved in occasional jabs, quick feels. He was frustrated beyond belief and drooling like a mad dog. I could hear him bark and feel him pulling on the strings of my libido like never before. This time my hands were busy and they wouldn't have surrendered their prizes for all the money in the world. God, I couldn't pry my mouth free of that nipple, 'cept long enough to latch onto the other. I sucked -and sucked -and sucked as hard as I could, while mangling and mauling to my hearts content. My poor penis.... oh well, lucky mouth and hands.

Soon Colleen seemed to calm down and I felt it wise to follow her lead. I loosened my grip on her tits, took a nipple in my mouth, and let myself relax as best I could. My screaming hard-on demanded release, but the best I could do was press him as near to our lover as possible. He now suffered dearly in his humid prison, with pussy, pussy everywhere and not a clit to lick, but I had more than enough to ponder. I held more than I could explore and taste in a life time, and I thanked God to have been given the opportunity.

I lifted my eyes to Colleen and found her head still back. I thought I'd detected a smile, but I could only see her neck and the bottom of her chin. I dwelt on the rubbery nub I chewed as if for life itself. I wanted to suck the nipple right off the breast, and swallow the entire orb, never had I felt safer. I had to stay calm and relax, follow Colleen's lead. I sent my eyes aloft, to the canapé, and detected enough light to make out more then shadows.

My eyes came down to Colleen and I scanned what dreams are made of. They crept carefully up and down Colleen's long neck, growing more accustomed to darkness by the second. I now sucked gently, like a baby on a bottle of warm milk, falling into a rhythm that lulled me to doze. I scanned gently the surface of all I could find, skin so fair and fine, so serene. I cuddled the firm mounds of flesh in my hands, I treated the breasts like newborn twins. Everything was perfect and my dreams became reality, and I suddenly found myself stirred to an occasion.

I must have fallen asleep because I found myself awakening. I discovered myself humping a fist that had hold of my boner and was bringing me back from that dream. I was still on my side, with breasts in hand, mouth crammed with nipple. I struggled in the fist to awaken further, growing ever more excited, again. I really picked up a lively rhythm and had the entire bed dancing along with my antics. I grabbed at the tits and held on for dear life. I bit down on a nipple and broke out in a sweat. My hips went out of control. They gyrated into the danger zone, working the self-lubricating piston to the brink of a gigantic orgasm. This was it, this was to be the 'mother' of all orgasms..., and the building pressure was unbearable. I could feel Colleen's hand draining my testicles of their molten magma. I could feel the slag scorching and charring my insides as it bubbled and oozed to the surface. Colleen's experienced hand promised to make this orgasm the best ever, from every point of view. All I needed to do was let it happen, so I squeezed her breasts as hard as I could. I sucked as much tit meat into my mouth as I could, and worked my boner into the slickening fist as fast as I could. This was it, the coming of an orgasm angels feared. And for the first time in my life, it was all real. I almost blacked out, but....

Suddenly I was humping the air because hand was gone. The 'mother' of all orgasms was left in the tube to cook and fester in the fires of hell. I couldn't believe it and looked up to Colleen in shock. Why at the restaurant and not here? Her head was still back and I still detected a smile. She was once again relaxed and I could think of nothing else.

"Lay still," Colleen ordered in a sleepy whisper. She made it sound as if I'd bothered her. Nonetheless I complied and once again forced myself to subside as best I could. It wasn't easy to slow my hips and more difficult to stop them from bucking involuntarily. My balls ached so much I almost had to reach down and squeeze them, I didn't of course. I concentrated on Colleen's tits and the nipple I chewed, as I attempted to work my swollen scrotum out from between my sticky thighs. I had to keep pushing my poor hard-on out of my mind, his dilemma was killing me. As I simmered down I watched Colleen's neck, hoping for glimpses of her face. I just knew she was laughing, but I was tired and drunk and slowly nodding off again. I let the nipple slip from my mouth long enough to catch my breath and slow my heart. Then I went back to suckling

Tortured out of my mind or not, this was heaven and I slept in the arms of an angel; an impish angel who kept rousing me throughout the night simply to turn me on, so she could hear me cry myself to sleep. Like a hungry alien entity, I attached myself along Colleen's body and fed from it. I felt like a giant leech, a blood sucking parasite. I thrived on carnal desires that oozed from every pore of Colleen's body as an insidious chemical, there for the enjoyment of those around her. I was hooked on it, body, mind and soul, and it was to be mine, all mine, for the rest of my life. 



First Thirst Ch. 08



Chapter Eight: First Moaning Ever

And yet again I found myself trying to relax after having been reawakened. Again I'd needed to force my hips to stop, and it didn't matter how tired I was, my balls ached and my hard-on drooled. Again I found solace in my grasp, and through the experience of infantile regression. Colleen's breasts were everything to me and I worshipped them.

The room seemed brighter now. From over Colleen's shoulder I could see where the window met the ceiling. I could see the long white drapes aglow with an early morning sunrise. The light came from a pair of windows and it made the room that much more romantic. I now believed without doubt that Colleen was real and yesterday actually happened. I'd actually slept somewhere other than home and mother must have been a nervous wreck by now, but I didn't care. Both my heads ached, one more than the other. I could easily make out the color of Colleen's skin tones now, and did just that. I also became aware of my circumstance.

It felt as if I were lying on a soggy sponge with hundreds of hot, warm and cold spots. Some spots were sticky and some were slimy, and they were all icky. My waist hips and thighs, slid around on rivers of lubricant that continued leaking from the head of my penis. It formed a Vaseline-like coat that became cold but stayed slippery. My belly chest and shoulders rolled in the saliva my mouth surrendered during its endless pursuit of oral satisfaction. Saliva turned the bed into a cold wet wash cloth I adhered to.

I sucked gently on the nipple in my mouth and listened to my sloppy rendition, an erotic tune and warm serenade to myself. I had a moment to ponder and scanned my surroundings with thought. Colleen's room was large and quite lavish in design and furnishings. The ceiling was high, ten foot at least, and it supported a delicate chandelier I almost couldn't see from under the canapé. The walls and ceiling appeared to be painted shades of pastel pink. I hadn't thought Colleen to be exceptionally wealthy, but how was I to know. There were a pair of wall mirrors hung opposite each other and at least one full length double mirror on feet. I glimpsed a dresser with large drawers and vanity with its own large mirror, both in polished wood that matched the bed frame. What I took to be closet doors, spoke of a massive wardrobe. I couldn't see very much from where I was and had no intention of releasing the nipple for a chance to look around. I was content to see what I could from where I was.

Suddenly Colleen stirred and fell onto her back. The nipple was yanked from my mouth and her breast's taken from me. As Colleen settled back with both hands behind her head she arched her back. I watched the nearest breast rise with her chest and I pounced on the nipple with my mouth. Actually, I craned my neck to reach it and took it gently between my lips. Colleen didn't mind, so I went back to suckling and, never wanted to stop. I was propped-up on one arm and kept the other arm behind me for good measure.

I could see Colleen's face now and her eyes were still closed. Her wild hair radiated out from under her in all directions. The gold against the white satin reminded me of the early morning sun. I stared at her small pouty lips and wished I could reach them with mine.... Wished I had the nerve to reach for them without permission. I began counting the few freckles decorating Colleen's face, and then I circled her pug nose and fell to her chin. It was round and possessed the shallowest dimple, quite noble in appearance. So much perfection is difficult to find wrapped in a single package and I felt very lucky. I zoomed in on her long black eyelashes and commenced counting them. I was soon ready to doze again, but started when Colleen opened her eyes. Was I happy.

"Morning sweetie," Colleen said. Her voice was that of a delicate bell's refrain, a gentle alarm clock that roused without disturbing. Not that this woman could ever do or say anything upsetting, I didn't think that possible. She referred to me as 'sweetie' and I was bedside myself with ferment. I released the nipple in order to answer her.

"Morning ma'am," I dared. Realizing my words hadn't offended, I went back to nursing. Colleen looked at me and smiled. Her smile let me know everything was fine and I had nothing to worry about. She looked at my lips, at the juncture of our union and pressed her breast up, pressing me on. I looked into her eyes when they returned and lost myself in them once again. Now I wanted to look at Colleen and for Colleen to look at me. My penis throbbed with excitement and vibrated against her nearest thigh. Now I wanted Colleen to know of my excitement, to see it, to feel it. I already realized things were never going to be the same for me because now I needed this woman to attain satisfaction. I was content to look into her eyes and suck on her breast, but Colleen needed to speak.

"No work for you today," Colleen said.

"Mmmmpgh," I replied with bubbles and froth. My eyes asked the question.

"In fact you won't be going to work ever again." She looked at me and waited for my reply. All I could muster was another quizzical response and for that I released the nipple.

"Ma'am?" I laid there with my mouth agape. A thin stand of saliva connected my lower lip to the nipple. I watched Colleen's eyes follow the strand from her nipple to my lip and back. Then she looked into my eyes.

"Yep," she said with a flick of her wrist and finger. "I've worked it all out with Mr. Badballer. I'll work and you will stay home from now on," she said with a smile. I still looked perplexed and thought about it. My 'wife' Colleen will work and I, the 'husband' will stay home. It seemed strange, an odd arrangement indeed, quite unusual I thought, but I actually didn't know. And what about my mom. Again I was afraid to ask.

"Ma'am?"

"Now don't be silly. We'll be married immediately, sometime next week will do," Colleen said while looking through me. She dropped her hand between us, to my penis and took my hard-on gently. I could see dreams unfolding in her mind and was happy to be part of them; maybe the reason for them. She seemed to drift in and out of deep thought. "No, there's no use waiting," she went on. At this point I listened without hearing more then bits and pieces. At this point her hand was driving me wild. "There are some rules for you to learn..." I'd be told what to do and when –and I was quite happy with this and began humping her hand...very slowly. Colleen looked at me with a little more seriousness. "...Small rules I'm sure you'll have no trouble adapting to. Now, about the arrangements....." she went on with a smile and a couple long strokes.

"Ma'am," I asked timidly, but in a way that spoke of my concerns. I had many, but first was my mom. What the hell was I supposed to tell her? She would kill me for sure. Colleen stopped, held me tight and looked at me offended by the rude interruption.

"Okay, what is it young man," she barked quite irritated.

"Ah...mother..."

"Wha...," she cut me off. "Your mom?! Ho, ho! My dear boy, do not think another moment about it and I mean it. Colleen is taking care of mommy," she stated with assurance and a big grin. She commenced stroking me again. I was dumbfounded and must have looked the part.

"Ma'a..." I began out of my continuing confusion and mounting tension.

"Now what did I just tell you," Colleen stated rhetorically, stopping me cold. Her look went a bit sour and I realized it was time to shut up. "I do not want to hear anymore about it. You have enough to think about. You have your own responsibilities awaiting you. There is much for you to learn and too short a time..." Colleen went on. She reached her free hand to the edge of her bed but returned empty handed. She stretched, arched and yawned as I struggled to follow her movements. Suddenly I felt someone behind me. Colleen looked up at someone, grabbed me tight and spoke.

"Ja Nutte, there you, what took so long," Colleen said to the stranger. I was shocked and embarrassed to be caught as I was and pressed into Colleen for security. Colleen laughed at me. "It's just the maid, Nutte. You'd better grow accustomed to her."

"Ma'am?"

"Nutte has authority over you in my absence. While I'm at work Nutte will look after you," Colleen said. Her tone told me I had no other choice. I still looked at her quizzically and she squeezed me tighter and continued as if shocked herself. "Did you really think I would allow you to be alone? What a vivid imagination!" 

"Ma'am?" I whispered with a dry mouth.

"Ho, ho! No, no, no, never! You're the male I'm about to marry. 'Tsk, tsk.' Come on, be serious, you have a lot to learn boy."

"Ma'am?"

"Well duh! Hello in there," she said sarcastically, pointing to my head and knocking. She had me bewildered once again and unable to do more than obey, I was so confused.

"Huh," I retorted.

"Duhhhh. Listen to me carefully. I'll go over this one time and one time only. No husband of mine will be left unattended, until trained," Colleen said looking up to Nutte with a smile and a wink I felt sure was returned. She looked back to me. "Simple heh? Get it?" Colleen released me and stretched again.

It was the hands of Nutte that took me suddenly. One took hold of my hair and the other took my testicles. Like this Nutte pulled me away from my love and took me up onto my hands and knees. She forced me to hold my ass high while looking down at the bed, at the sheets stained with my surrender. Colleen rolled out of bed and I strained my eyes to follow her, but Nutte held me fast and made it all but impossible. She knew what I wanted to do and made sure I couldn't. Instead, she pushed my face down into the wet spots and began rubbing me around in them. She was rough and very strong, and I was a washcloth in her hands. I couldn't understand the why's and wherefores of all this, but had no intention of fighting back, not that I could. 

"I have to get ready for work. Nutte will see to you and I want you to obey her without question." Colleen said in a demanding voice. I knew better than to argue, but I couldn't help wondering when we would fuck, and my mom.

"Yes ma'am," I answered and Colleen disappeared into her bathroom.

"I'll see you before I leave," I heard her say as she disappeared.



First Thirst Ch. 09



Chapter Nine: Erste Nutte

"Achtung! Achtung," Nutte yelled as she continued to rub my face in the gunk. I had no idea what she said and simply followed her lead as best I could. I blubbered and sputtered into the satin while trying to remain pliable for this rough German tom-boy. She wasn't shy about twisting and yanking on my balls along with my hair. She had me crying in moments, but I never once tried to escape.

"Hinunter! Hinunter," Nutte barked. Seemed the more I ceded the rougher my handler became. I finally found myself yanked backwards, pulled along and off the bed by my balls. Nutte pulled me to the floor and kept me on my knees with my head lowered. Then she maneuvered me to a white ottoman that looked very much like a large base drum. "Oben! Oben," She barked again, while forcing me to climb up onto it. Did she need to always yell ou two words, so abruptly? She situated me with my hands and my knees teetering on the edge. It was a close fit, and I gripped the ottoman's edging to keep balance once Nutte let go. My hands and knees were no more than six inches apart and I saw myself as the circus elephant balancing on a beach ball.

When Nutte let me go I lifted my head to look around. I felt awkward, kneeling as I was, a prized pet on a pedestal. I was prostrate before a complete stranger, in a most vulgar position, and ignorant of my immediate future. I kept adjusting my weight from hand to knee, knee to hand, and all around. I was drooling, dripping, sweating and oozing from every pore and hole, like Pavlov's dog, an experiment gone berserk. I was trembling, blushing, excited and scared out of my mind. I was still woozy from last night, my head still pounded as the world spun about. My mouth had gone dry and I had to pee. Worse still, I had to take a dump. I looked around and saw Nutte returning, pushing a wheeled cart. Oh where was my Colleen, the one I loved? This was a most degrading experience and I needed her.

Nutte was a fair skinned, blond haired, blue eyed Arian female. Her features were those of an Amazon warrior, hardened by battle yet softened by a positive self-image and Max Factor. She was short and slender, without breasts or hips. She was long limbed and her hair was trimmed very short, very butch. She was fitted into a white body suit that was stretched tight and almost disappeared. She wore white knee high leather boots and matching elbow length gloves. She stood tall, shoulders back, chin up and she moved gracefully. When she looked into my eyes, I was forced to turn mine down under the weight of shame.

I looked for Colleen, hoping to spot her somewhere. I didn't understand why we hadn't 'fucked' last night. I thought sex to be what relationships were made of. Sure I had a lot to learn, but I couldn't believe how dumb I was. I knew there was a lot to relationships and decided to make this one work regardless of the price. I would soon be married to the prettiest lady on earth and sex would come often after that; at least that's how I saw it. I had to pee and poop so bad I started to fidget and panic. I puckered my anus tight and held it taut. I watched Nutte approach and looked down at the items on the cart. Oh where was my Colleen?

I saw a stainless-steal bowl, a jar of cream and towels. Nutte picked up the jar and opened it. She placed the lid aside and used two fingers to scoop out a large wad of the cream. It was a thick white substance and she smiled at me as she placed the jar down. I looked at the fingers-full of gunk when Nutte held them up for me and then I swallowed with apprehension. Nutte snickered and Colleen returned, dressed and ready for work. With mouths open, Nutte and I both watched her approach.

Colleen was a radiant angel who moved as if on a cloud descending from heaven. She traveled on legs created for worship and I hoped to be at her feet soon. She wore a short dress the color of a Georgia peach. It was completely transparent and clung to her body like a layer of wet tissue paper. She was without underwear of any type and looked like something out of the dirtiest magazine I'd ever found, very sleazy, an utter whore. God, I loved it. I started panting and my hard-on swelled with ever more desire –and all of a sudden, jealousy? Colleen's hair was brushed back and yet rather wild. Her lips and her fingernails were fire-engine red. She balanced on a pair of outrageously high pumps the same color as the dress. She wiggled as she sauntered up to us, every curve moving in perfect erotic harmony. If only someone would have touched me then and there, I'm sure I'd have experienced my third authentic orgasm.

Colleen came to stand before me. Her breasts were level with my eyes and I starred at her nipples. They wouldn't have been more visible if she were naked. Her hand came to my chin with a hanky for protection and she lifted my face to hers. She grabbed my eyes and spoke tersely, while Nutte walked to my behind.

"Listen to me! You behave yourself and you obey Nutte without question! And I'm not kidding about this! If she has one negative thing to say about you, you're dead meat and everything's off! Everything! That means no marriage and no 'fuck'!" Colleen kept speaking as Nutte grabbed my balls with one hand and ran her two cream laden leather fingers into my chute. My eyes opened wide and I almost fell from my pedestal but Nutte and Colleen held me in place. My mouth opened wider and Colleen grinned, but kept up her terse commands.

"Are you ready for this," she asked with a most serious look. I was confused by the question and stirred by the dual invaders. "Marriage and sex, are you ready for marriage and sex?!" I had to answer in the only way I knew how, I was a transparent being.

"Yes ma'am...Oh yes, ma'am," I said. I tried to purvey to the woman I loved the depth of my love through the only means she's yet allowed me.

"Don't let me down! I'm counting on you to fulfill my dreams," Colleen said holding my chin high and looking at me closely. I was ecstatic at the prospects of fulfilling Colleen's dreams. That I could accomplish something of that magnitude was mind numbing.

"Yes ma'am... I mean No ma'am... I mean Yes...," I said with short breaths of excitement and confusion. Everything was happening so fast and my poor brain was still fried. Colleen smiled, gave me a quick kiss and released my chin.

"I'll be home late and Nutte will see to it that you wait up for me," Colleen said.

"Yes ma'am," I said with my voice rising to the fingers exploration.

"Nutte will instruct you on what I expect of my husband and by the time we're married, I'll be able to trust you alone."

"Yes ma'am," I said in a long breath, watching Colleen nod to Nutte.

"Now, Nutte will see to your bodily functions, your most private ones and don't fight her. I'm off to work, Mr. Badballer's chauffeur is picking me up," Colleen said turning to leave. "Take good care of my future, Nutte." I knelt with my mouth and eyes wide, a million questions spinning around in my head. I was dirty, filthy, and hornier than hell. I felt a bit jealous, watching my future wife leave for work almost completely naked. I felt it a bit weird.

"Blick! Blick," Nutte barked, snapping her fingers to get my attention. I looked back at her. She was pointing to her face and I felt compelled to stay as I was. "Blick. Blick!"

Colleen didn't stay to watch Nutte reach for the bowl and bring it to my behind. She missed Nutte slip her fingers free of my butt and collect my inevitable surrender. I knelt with my head weighted in shame and mortification, but I kept my eyes with hers. Being made to poop in front of a stranger had to be the most humiliating experience of my life, of anyone's life. Especially while kneeling on an ottoman in the middle of a stranger's room. Made to watch a stranger watch was more than my imagination could grasp. My entire body was a flushed glowing ember wracked by hot flashes that made to faint. Only Nutte kept me kneeling up.

Nutte stood there watching my evacuation with a smile on her face. It was a most devilish smile and I was forced to look at it, which wasn't easy. After I was made to empty my bowels into the bowl, Nutte nodded and yelled with a hardy laugh.

"Gut! Gut!" My relief must have shown on my face because Nutte nodded knowingly, looking from me to my success and back. I was truly relieved and could have easily urinated if my penis weren't so hard. Nutte then took my specimen to the bathroom and returned quickly. She held the bowl under my belly.

What I thought would be all but impossible, Nutte made easy. With one hand she held the bowl and with her other she pinched the neck of my penis. She wrung my organ until the pain became so great it caused me to wilt. I looked at her and she at me, while listening to my disgusting tune. I couldn't believe this was happening, and once again lost touch with reality. This had to be a surrealistic dream brought on by sexual dysfunction and some bad cheese. When I was finished, Nutte wrung me out and then stroked me into a bucking frenzy.

"Ach, ach.... Ach mein," Nutte muttered aloud once she got me humping into her fist. "Wunderbar....Ach, ach, wunderbar!" I had no idea what Nutte was jabbering on about, but I felt proud and disgusted -and all to the extreme. I couldn't control myself, but Nutte could control me, and like Colleen, seemed to enjoy doing so, immensely. A second later the fist was gone and I was humping into the air, slowly coming to a halt.

"Ohhhhh....," I moaned aloud.

"Ruhig; ruhig," Nutte said a bit quieter. I looked at her and hoped for the best.

"Yes ma'am," I offered.

"Das gut! Das gut," she added in an even quieter tone, with a nod and smile. I took a deep breath and sighed. 



First Thirst Ch. 10



Chapter Ten: First Lesson

"Aufenthalt," Nutte barked before stepping to the cart and retrieving the towel. I could tell it was wet and she went to my behind with it. As she traveled she pressed down in the small of my back with a finger, causing me to arch and bring my rear into greater prominence. "Gut. Ja, gut," she said, watching my buttocks rise to the occasion. I felt it best to stay as I was and expect the worse. Nutte went for my puckered rosette and dabbed it, wiping me clean carefully. I kept blushing as Nutte pried my tiny cockle open to clean deeper and deeper. She took the time to explore me in a most intimate way. "Hubsch," she said with a deep sigh. I steadied myself as best I could and looked around hoping to put Nutte's endeavors out of my mind. My lover's room was truly elegant and I surmised Colleen was wealthy.

A very thick rug, with a very deep pile, covered the floor. It was an off-white shag, with a pale tinge of blue that went well with the dark woods and pastel pink walls. The room spoke of strength and femininity, domination and surrender. I found it both pleasant and frightening, and regardless it took my breath. There was a large leather upholstered chair in one corner and the walls sporting oil paintings. The room was very bright and very warm... no, very hot. Light came from the drapes, turned by the light into a pair of fluorescent lamps that emitted the morning sun as a glorious glow. The light told me it must have been a magnificent day and befitting my magnificent new life. I was thrilled and concerned by all that was happening. I had promised myself to make this relationship work and looked back at Nutte.

The German vixen used both her hands to hold my ass cheeks apart and I could feel several of her fingers on the rim of my sphincter, holding my tight aperture open. "Ooooo, anbetungswurdig," I heard her exclaim to herself. She seemed quite enthralled by my rear portal and that worried me. I thought it strange, the way my mind was forced from thought to thought and worry to worry. I no longer felt concerned about my mother's feelings. I must have been daydreaming because I hadn't seen Nutte move to stand in front of me. She took me by the hair and pulled me from the ottoman.

"Aufstehen," Nutte barked. I stood, bent at the waist and held by my hair. She dragged me with her to the chair and sat down. I was left to stand before her. She indicated how she wished me to stand and I ended up with my hands behind my head. I felt like a prisoner of war from an old war movie, about to be interrogated by a German camp guard. With words I couldn't understand, pointed looks and a finger, Nutte arranged me the way she wished to see me. When she finally sat back in the chair with a grin on her face I felt like the lowest thing in the world, and loved it.

Nutte expected my chin to stay up, but I lowered my eyes enough to see my boner sticking out in front of me, in a solid salute to my handler. It was impossible to miss the shine from the gunk coating the front of my body. I was coated in slime from head to toe and my hard-on kept releasing more. My condition impressed Nutte who let me know with tacit signals. Suddenly, standing like this brought me a moment to discover an itch. With one itch came another, then three and then several more, followed by the horde. Soon I was painfully aware of how much my body itched all over. I thought of reaching for a spot and relieving myself. I could simply excuse myself, but the look on Nutte's face told me not to move. Between the rivulets of perspiration that streamed down my body and the strands of lubrication that landed to tickle my thighs, I was being driven insane. I was sure this little monster knew only too well about my condition and enjoyed my misery.

Nutte picked up a tube from a small table near the chair. She twisted the cap free and looked up to me with a wicked grin. She squeezed another white substance into an opened palm; it almost disappeared against the white leather. She placed the tube aside and brought her palms together. She gentle worked the substance onto both palms and then went for my crotch. Before touching me she looked up and issued what I took to be a warning most severe, her look and tone gave it away.

"Aufstehen!" 

"Yes ma'am," I returned, guessing at what she'd meant. Nutte's growl turned to a smile and a nod. Her fingers dove into my pubes and began coating my curly hairs with the substance. She worked it to the roots and rubbed it into my skin. She was rough and thought nothing of twisting curls in order to keep me steady. This was another embarrassing moment that caused me to blush and hide in a closet of my mind. Nutte's hands and fingers worked diligently and I needed to spread my legs further. She brought me pain and to my toes a couple times, but quickly pulled me back in place. When finished, the tube lay empty and my entire crotch to my anus was coated with white gunk. Nutte wiped her hands off on my legs and finished in a towel while sliding back in the chair.

"Du meine Gute! Gut, gut," Nutte said with glee. She indicated for me to stand straight and I complied. She had me pull my elbows back further and place my feet six inches apart, with my toes pointing in. Then she had me push my throbbing hard-on out to her and smiled when she was pleased. I was ready for her hand and an orgasm, my cock was about to explode. But Nutte crossed her legs and picked up a near-by magazine. She turned her attention from me, dropped her eyes to between the pages and began leafing. I stood as she'd left me, ready and able, afraid to even blink.

This was just another embarrassing moment. Believe me when I say my entire life has been one unending stream of humiliating experiences after another. Colleen's abrupt entrance into my life had quickly coalesced my otherwise fragmented mentality around her baby finger. I'd been called a masochist by one of my mother's favorite priests and now I understood what he'd meant. He'd chased me away with his disgusting advances and warned me that no woman would have me. 'Look at me now father Thikhorn, look at me now,' I thought in a pique of haughtiness. Here I was learning what it takes to be a husband, and I was about to marry the loveliest girl on Gods green earth. I was proud to be a masochist if these were the results.

Sure my body was a mountain of itches I couldn't reach and couldn't put from my mind. My body was burdened with drying scales of last nights discharge and running rivers of this mornings sweat. And suddenly my crotch and anus became warm. My mind was drawn to the area as it became hot and I started to panic. I spread my legs further and went up on my toes to escape the spreading forest fire. I looked to Nutte for help, but she went on reading an article, unconcerned with me. The heat intensified and I began sweating harder and trembling noticeably. My crotch soon felt like a burning ball of tumble weed on a dry summer day and I released a small, "oh."

Nutte looked up from her magazine with a surprised look on her face. I looked down at her in despair, my mouth opening and closing in uncontrolled panting. I could tell she knew my pubes were on fire by the way she snickered. She simply shook her head and gave me a disappointed look. Oh God, I'd blown everything. Nutte was disappointed and would report so to Colleen. I had to perform better, I had to show Nutte I had what it took and the day was still young. I did my best to regain control of myself and I saw Nutte was pleased by my pitiful attempts.

I grit my teeth, planted my feet into the rug and tried to calm down. I tried taking several very deep breaths and blinking sweat from my eyes. I tried to stop shaking, to be still, hold my elbows back and my boner out, for Nutte. No amount of itching would keep me from performing adequately. I was a man, soon to be husband, and more than up to the job. I'd demonstrate this to Nutte and Colleen too. No matter what it took, I'd make Colleen the proudest woman in the world. I felt good about myself, proud to have definite goals and aspirations. It felt good to have a life, a game plan for my future. Sure, it was a bit cloudy, but I felt confident for the first time in my life. All the negative influences of my mother were being blown away and the positive ones of Colleen were quickly taking hold. I was a newly plowed field taken by farmer and seed. The itchiness just came with the life style.

I closed my eyes for a moment, in hopes of hiding from the itches, but that failed. When I opened them, Nutte was standing before me, pointing to the bathroom.

"Gehen," Nutte shouted. She liked to speak in short loud bursts. I was sure it was for the shock effect and it certainly worked on me. I started off, needing to keep my thighs from touching because of the burning sensation. "Eile, gehen," she shouted to encourage. I was afraid to lower my arms and kept them behind my head as I moved along followed by my sadistic mistress. We entered the bathroom and I was made to stand on a small towel laid on the floor for my benefit. I was directly across from a full length mirror and had to admit I looked good. I came to attention as I felt was expected of me and Nutte expressed her gratitude. "Gute, sehr gute. Gut junge," she said. Her tone spoke for her and I pushed the fire and itch from my mind, as far as I could. She produced a white wrought iron chair with padded feet from somewhere and took a seat in front of me.

I felt awkward looking at Nutte almost as lovers might, at least in my mind. I was offering my entire body to her and she could easily take it. She kept my eyes occupied and went to my crotch with both hands. Her left hand took me by the balls, while her right grabbed a fistful of pubes. Then she let her eyes drop to her hands, with mine in hot pursuit. She grabbed me tight, clenched her jaw and began yanking on the curls. I opened my eyes wide, locked my fingers together behind my head and grit my teeth. I looked up to the ceiling and screamed as quietly as I could. I just didn't want to watch.

I could feel the hairs ripped from my body. I could hear each root 'pop' as it was torn from its bed. My pubes were an ocean of summer wheat and Nutte's hand became a John Deere harvester. It must have been a prototype, because it was very choppy and Nutte had a difficult time holding me steady while she worked. I cried of course, but my whimpering only inspired Nutte's sadistic nature.

Nutte really enjoyed my screeches and jumping about. She enjoyed fighting for control and winning, while causing discomfort. She enjoyed forcing her gloved hand between my thighs to reach my shortest hairs, almost as much as she enjoyed yanking them out. She enjoyed searching for the tiniest hairs. She enjoyed rubbing my skin with leather fingers to catch hairs and twist them free. She enjoyed her work and was very good at controlling me. I was bawling my eyes out in no time, tears raining on my chest. From there they ran in rivers down my belly and into my disappearing bush.

Nutte enjoyed fisting and playing with my testicles. She enjoyed pulling and yanking me about by them. She enjoyed the way I responded to the abuse and I have to admit I was liking it too. Maybe a person's sexual nature is dictated by their first love and if so, mine was to be weird. Thankfully Nutte eventually ceased yanking on my hairs and I caught my reflection in the mirror. I was startled and not by my tear soaked form, which I supplied with endless amounts of salt water, but by my hairless crotch. I looked down at myself and sure enough, Nutte had yanked out every hair. I swallowed, sniffled and tried to get hold of myself.

Nutte appreciated her work and looked up to me with a smug, self-satisfied look on her face. She was very happy with herself and did little to hide her glee. Without letting me go, the vixen stood. She led me to the bathtub and made me step into it. The next thing I knew, my German handler was scrubbing me clean and I loved that too.



First Thirst Ch. 11



Chapter Eleven: First Meal

(Note: first I apologize to those readers offended by my careless use of German words. I would take more time and be more considerate if i were to make this a novel; I've written a few. I wanted no more than to have my character make "utterances" and could just as well have made them alien. NP)

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Nutte too liked taking me by the balls, and used them to lead me out of the bedroom. I figured all women were like this and gave it no mind. She guided me down the steps and headed for the kitchen. I was led to a corner of the kitchen and made to stand facing into it. Nutte allowed me to put my arms down and keep them by my sides. Though a bright and well-lit room, my corner was quite darkened. I found myself staring into a long thin line created by the walls juncture. I let my eyes travel up the corner and down, but dared not look around.

We'd moved to the kitchen quickly and my brain was clouded, so I'd seen little of the rooms we'd moved through. I'd considered them for a moment and remembered only thick dark-colored carpeting. I was happy to be clean and rid of the itching, at least most of it. There were still a couple spots and as I stood there contemplating, newer ones arose. I was still perspiring and my cock still drooled like a teething baby, so what was I to expect. Now my stomach began to complain and competed with my hard-on for attention. Nature's two most basic appetites collided in an ancient battle for supremacy, and I had no control over anything.

My nose picked up the scent... lamb chops probably. My persistent boner realized he was being overshadowed, though not vanquished. The stomachs satisfaction was to their mutual well-being, but I needed to orgasm so bad it hurt. Never had I stood so rigid, stayed hard for so long, or ached so much. Only my stomachs ache could compete, and the competition added to a wealth of psychological misery. This was all on top of the growing itchiness, and there was nothing I could do except tolerate.

My imagination was a cauldron of sexual fusion, as I tried to see through the crack formed by the meeting of the walls. They were a pair of white walls that blended into a darkening gray and then black. I traveled on and in, looking for the opening to another dimension, seeking an exit, the crack of light leading out. I sensed being close and spotted a glimmer, but the aroma of toast slowed me down. I was so exhausted I almost fell forward into the crack. I'd wanted to, to fall through the crack, but the smells kept me in reality. I wanted to send my hard-on through to the other side, to fuck the crack and shoot my load into another world, but my stomach stayed with Nutte.

"Achtung," I heard Nutte bark. Her word came as an echo growing louder. I was stopped at the edge of an abyss and turned around. I turned from the world of shadows and reentered her reality. With head lowered and breathing labored, I turned to face Nutte.

The little monster was sitting in a chair facing me. To her left was a table on which she rested an elbow. It was set with a plate of food and accompaniments. I was starving and couldn't wait to dig in. I looked to the tom-boy for direction and her eyes took mine to the floor. She sat straight, with her legs parted and her feet planted on either side of a big bowl. It was a large pink bowl and very deep. On the outer edge facing me was the word 'BOY' in large letters. The word was done in glitter that sparkled. I looked up from the bowl, to a very sinister looking Nutte.

"Hinunter," she continued, motioning for me to kneel. I did and watched for further instructions. "Kriechen zu mich," Nutte said pointing to the bowl and calling me forward with the tilt of her head. She gave me a sarcastic look and said, "mmmmm, lunchpaket." I began crawling, drawn on by the aroma.

I couldn't understand a word of what Nutte said and yet I understood everything she said. I was amazed at my abilities and crawled to Nutte and the bowl. My eyes kept bouncing between the bowl and Nutte's eyes until I reached her. Then my eyes zeroed in on the contents. I was surprised and didn't know what to do. I smelled the marinated lamb, and eggs, the buttered toast, and coffee, but I couldn't smell the oatmeal. I looked at the wad and almost began crying. Nutte's hand came to my chin and lifted my face to hers. My eyes were tear-flooded and it was difficult for me look at her just then.

"Blick an mich," Nutte barked. She pinched my chin and my eyes went to hers. I surmised what she wanted and saw no reason to wait. We looked at each other and I could feel her supremacy. I accepted her control and sovereignty over me. I paled in this woman's shadow and cowered, while dangling from her palm. A few tears escaped my eyes and ran swiftly down my face. I could feel and followed their course. 

Suddenly Nutt spit in my face. She hit me with a spray that covered my face and formed a thin coating. Nutte laughed aloud and made some derogatory statements, then she let my face drop to the bowl and followed me down while talking.

"Du essen," she said. I dropped my face into a bowl wide enough to accommodate my entire head. It was deep and piled high with oatmeal. My mouth landed on the tip of the mush mountain and I bit off the point. I discovered the meal cold and slimy –and gagged. I glanced up to Nutte with fresh tears in my eyes and found her glaring, a wedge of crispy toast at her lips. My head dropped as I munched and tried to swallow the mush, while retching. I was repulsed by its taste yet driven by my empty gut. My gut swallowed and vomited simultaneously, which caused me consternation.

After successfully consuming the first wad, my mouth dropped for more. I could smell the eggs and heard fork against plate. I had to open my mouth wider in order to take in the next bite. It was another struggle but my retching eased, and I teared less. I could hear sipped coffee while going for another bite.

By now I was extremely thirsty and needed to let Nutte know. Her upper torso was turned toward the table and she was working on a bite of lamb. The aroma kept me hungry and I made loud smacking noises, hoping to get my point across. I was afraid to speak and did my best with bits of dissonance. Nutte picked up on my plight immediately and turned to me with a glass of water. 

I tilted my head and opened my mouth, expecting her to pour it in, but she didn't. Instead, after chewing her food, Nutte swallowed and took a big mouthful herself. She looked down into my eyes and laughed, while swooshing the water around in her mouth. I eventually closed my mouth and produced a pout, expecting naught.

After I'd given up at receiving water, Nutte brought her face to mine. Instinctively, I opened my mouth again and waited as Nutte came closer. I felt like a baby bird in a nest waiting anxiously for mommy and a regurgitated worm. I also felt sure a kiss was imminent, though I needed water. Nutte stopped with her pursed lips just over my open gullet and waited until our eyes were tethered together well.

I didn't know what to expect and was a bit shocked when Nutte began squirting a stream of water into my waiting mouth. I held myself still and let my mouth fill before swallowing. While I swallowed, Nutte took another mouthful and began swishing it around. She even gargled with it and I saw nothing amiss. After a few mouthfuls I was satisfied and went back to the oatmeal. I couldn't rebel, I couldn't say no, and I couldn't run away. Nutte smiled and reached for a butter knife.

I took in a larger wad of cold oatmeal this time, while listening to Nutte chew. She chewed with her mouth open and she was very loud. I let myself get lost in her music while diving for mouthfuls of cold gruel. I knew better then to leave some and figured the sooner I finished the better. After a long struggle and several mouthfuls of water, I neared the bottom of the bowl. It was a roomy bowl but it left my face coated in oatmeal. My face carried a film of mush that spread from ear to ear and from hairline to under my chin. It was thick, felt disgusting, and there seemed to be little I could do about it. When I spotted Nutte looking down at me shaking her head in disgust, I thought it best to find a way. I knew better than to touch myself though.

I dropped my head to the bowl and tried using its edge to scrap the oatmeal from my face. I grabbed the bowl with both hands, er, paws, to keep it still as I worked, and it worked pretty well. There were areas of my face the edge didn't fit, contours it couldn't match, but I deemed my efforts successful. I was able to rid myself of a good quantity, which ended up in the bowl. I looked up to Nutte.

Nutte was looking down at me after having finished a sip of coffee. She carried a serious look and was placing the cup onto its saucer. Her look turned a bit quizzical and I went for the scraping's. It took me a moment to slurp them up and then I licked the bowl clean. Somehow I just knew it would have been her next demand. When finished I looked up at Nutte and found the arrogant bitch with a big smile on her face, a cigarette dangling from between her lips.

I'd never known anyone who'd smoked before and suddenly Nutte was more fascinating then ever. She sat tall and looked relaxed, puffing gently on the thin white stick. She blew the smoke down at me and it reached me as an expanding white cloud of astringent fumes. They were not pleasant, and I became a bit dizzy. I became light headed and giggled a bit. Nutte smiled and I smiled back. With a foot, Nutte kicked the bowl away and motioned me near.

I inched forward through another plume of smoke and slid between Nutte's parted thighs. She called me closer until my face came to the chairs outer edge and I could see Nutte's sex through material. With help from a finger I brought my chin to rest on the seat. I found my head protected by Nutte's thin warm thighs and my nose brushing her shrouded organ. I was in heaven, the scents told me so, and I sought to find what I'd found in Deborah. I couldn't get at Nutte's skin and considered sucking on the silk hoping to obtain the necessary chemicals through it. But I dared not, I was still unsure of how to behave.

I looked up to find Nutte looking down at me, relieved to find her smiling. She sent me another cloud and I took in the smoke with glee. She moved her hips and wiggled her sex against me, but gave no indication of permission. She went back to smoking and relaxing, allowing me time to enjoy my surroundings. What a wonderful place it was between Nutte's legs, warm, erotic, intoxicating. I took in deep breaths and starred at all I could see. I peered carefully and used my eyes to pry under the surface, as best an ignorant virgin could. I saw moisture in the deepest recesses and moved my nose into the darkest junctures hoping to get high. I did of course, and it only served to drive me more insane, demand more... beg for more.

I started relaxing and let my body rest on my chin. I became progressively dizzier and had to control myself, which was becoming more difficult. I wanted to taste Nutte, even through silk, and I moved my lips closer. My lips were dry so I licked them, and I couldn't hold steady, as I was losing control. I was afraid of the punishment, the loss for disobedience, but I needed to taste her one time. Her scent had my head spinning like a top and I was taken by it more and more. I was inhaling more slowly, taking her scent deeper. I held each scent longer and exhaled only at the last moment, in a quick short burst, followed by another deep inhalation.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," I found myself exclaiming quite accidentally. I caught myself, inhaled and looked up again. Again I found Nutte looking down at me still smiling, and felt relieved. I stuck my tongue out as far as I could and lifted it to her, hoping she understood and she did.

"Nie, kleines. Nie," she said with a shaking finger.

I put my tongue away and dropped my eyes. I was dejected and left to what scents I could garner through silk. My eyes strained to see what my tongue was denied. I did my best and stayed close to cheating.

"Zeit fur euer lektion, kleines," Nutte suddenly said. She looked down at me and stood. My head still spinning, I looked up at the erotic form of an urchin and almost lost it. I had to cum so badly I considered giving everything up for one orgasm. The pain and weight of desire was becoming inhuman. Nutte moved before I had a chance to blow it and called for me to follow.

"Mitkommen," Nutte said from over her shoulder. She indicated I should crawl along beside her and I did just that. A strand of lubricant connecting my hard-on to the rug broke, and I carried the swinging rope strand a good three feet before it fell to the floor.

"Ferse," she barked, pointing for me to move in close to her. She wanted me beside her and waited for me. Then we moved together. 



First Thirst Ch. 12



Chapter Twelve: First Lesson

I followed Nutte on my hands and knees, trying to put my desires aside while I looked around. Crawling wasn't going to be easy and I made the best of it. This was Colleen's home and I wanted to learn all about my future wife. Seems she was wealthy after all and loved the lavish lifestyle, a jet-setter no doubt. Everything I saw spoke of wealth, power, greed, and vanity beyond measure. The accumulation of riches and ostentatious decoration was truly awesome, beyond all measure available to me. I crawled along on sore kneecaps, with my mouth open, bewildered and breathless. It felt as if I were crawling through a museum. Some of the floors were of marble and quite slick to move over easily. I drooled from both holes without realizing it and couldn't get over the trail I left in my wake.

I couldn't help thinking about my cock and balls. The way my boner bobbed and my sweaty balls rode between my thighs. The sensations were enough to interfere with anything else and I had difficulty otherwise. My hard-on was a true master, of me at least, and already a slave to Colleen. Sometimes I moved my thighs the wrong way and caught my testicles between them. My balls would then twist and roll until I almost went down with the pain. I'd need to jump up onto one knee and shake my balls free. It wasn't easy to keep them under me without getting them caught, but I figured 'a husband's gotta do what a husband's gotta do'.

I felt sure maids and butlers lurked somewhere yet unbeknownst to me. They were probably watching from peepholes and from darkened recesses. But I really didn't wish to meet them just yet, at least not like this. So I didn't look for any and prayed none appeared.

We passed through several chambers, each larger and more ornate than the last. I was stunned by my sudden change to good fortune and tried to ponder that which I couldn't fathom. Colleen's home turned out to be a mansion through which we strolled till we started down a very long corridor that became narrower. Suddenly I wasn't turning my head from side to side, but looking straight ahead to a door at the corridors far end. We soon had to walk and crawl in single file -and I was forced to take the lead. We approached and entered through the door.

I found myself in a room unlike any other. It was a white room, a glossy white room. The ceiling, floor, and every wall were white. It looked like the inside of an oven for baking paint onto cars. But it was only a cube, a six and one half foot cube. There were no windows and the door lacked a knob on the inside. In fact the door almost disappeared when shut.

The ceiling was almost entirely light and I couldn't even look up at it. There was a camera situated in every corner of the room, all eight. I could hear them whir and zoom in on me as I entered. The floor was actually a shallow dimple with a drain in the very center. The surface was made of rubber or something similar. Lying on the floor near the drain was a small cassette, with headphones, an expensive set of headphones. I followed Nutte up to it and saw there was much more to each piece.

Nutte reached down and picked up the cassette player; it was attached to a two inch wide leather belt, about ten inches long. She went to my behind and I brought my buttocks up before being told.

"Gut, das gut," she commented. We both seemed to be seeking brownie points. Nutte girded my balls with the leather, cinched it tight and buckled the belt. She picked up the headphones and I saw they too were connected to leather belts. These belts were narrower but more numerous.

Nutte soon had the headphones fixed over my ears and my head crisscrossed with the belts necessary to hold them in place, including one around my neck. She cinched the belts tight and I couldn't believe how restrictive they became. It wasn't that I couldn't move my head, I could, but there were just too many belts and they were too tight. They squeezed my head from every direction and it was very uncomfortable. She went to my testicles and hit some buttons on the cassette, filling my head with talk.

"Lesson number one: How to be a good husband..." a sexy female voice began. Nutte stood and looked down at me. I looked up at her timidly while the voice continued its siege of my mind and will. "Step number one: learning to be obedient at all times..." Nutte bent slightly at the waste and shook her index finger at me.

"Sich!" Though I had no idea what she said and couldn't hear her anyway, I knew it had to do with obedience. But I was already very careful about that. "...You are subject to your wife..." the voice continued. Nutte turned to leave the room and the door disappeared behind her. The voice went on, "...always wait for permission before..."

I looked around the room and moved to its center. I could sense the camera's whirring noise to my movements and I felt awkward. For one, I didn't know who was watching me.

"Be prepared, for your wife's hand or foot..." the voice proceeded. It was a voice that penetrated my mind, wormed in swiftly and burrowed deep. I couldn't shut it out and couldn't defend against it. It had me by the balls and was filling my heads.

I came up on my knees near the drain and parted my thighs to look down at my hard-on. My poor cock was painfully stiff and resonating to its situation. I actually watched a globule of pre-cum ooze from my cocks head and form a long strand that dropped to the floor under its own weight. I stopped watching when I noticed a longer strand of drool race past the lubricant, also on its way to the floor. I was obeying the voice on the tape.

"You will demonstrate your love by drooling at the sight of your wife..." What a slob I was and Colleen loved it...the tape was telling me so, "...in the presence of others and until reprimanded..."

My poor balls supported the cassette player which brought added discomfort. The wire connecting it to the headphones was behind me and it tickled my back. This is what love is all about? If so, I found it exciting in a perverted sort of way, but not what I expected... and how was I to know anyway, as I was trying to figure it all out, but the voice kept instructing me, and I had no choice but to listen intently.

"...Stay at her feet..."

I looked from camera to camera, from lens to lens, and each was an eye more sinister than the last. Each watched me carefully, moving and zooming in on parts of my anatomy. The camera's moved as they wished and at first I knelt immobile, head hung in shame. I was listening to the voice, listening and learning.

Soon I tired and dropped my left palm to the floor, putting my weight on it. I dropped my left buttocks to the floor and rested a moment.

"...Keep your legs spread wide..." the voice yelled into my head as if knowing what it was I was doing. I believed it did and my right cheek hit the ground. I spread my arms behind me and braced my hands on the floor. I put my legs out in front of me and spread them wide. I had to keep my legs in the air because of the cassette player. All the camera's were whirring, squeaking, and zooming in on me. I felt most vulgar, but followed the instructions given by the voice.

"...You are a dog begging for a..." I listened and learned as the voice became louder and louder. It was resonating around and around and around in my head, taking up more and more and more room. It made me dizzy and my head began spinning. I fell onto my back and brought my knees to my chest, wanting to keep my ass in the air because of the cassette player. I dropped my arms out to the sides and tried to keep them there. The cameras were there, ever ready, as the voice yelled at me to, "...spread my legs wider and keep my mouth open in case..."

I opened my eyes and looked up at the ceiling, now a blinding desert sun. It was a fiery ball of gases about to scorch my cornea and retina, a hot blast of deadly rays about to burn the skin from my body. I arched my back and fought delusions, to keep my hands at bay even as the voice instructed me to, "...never touch myself without my wife's permission...." But I was beside myself and my cock and balls slipped their claws into my occupied mind and made me reach for them. They tricked my supervised libido as my hands obeyed the summons' of Eros. I wasn't even aware of the incident until Nutte came charging into the room screaming.

As the tape began instructing me on how to accept a wife's punishment, Nutte was on top of me, with her leathery palms.



First Thirst Ch. 13



Chapter Thirteen: First Spanking

My first real spanking. It wasn't that mother hadn't spanked me, that was expected, but receiving a spanking from a stranger was quite another thing. Nutte entered quickly and brought me to reality with a swat that caught my left thigh.

Swat! I jumped and my eyes went wide from shock. My mouth opened and I made to scream until I saw Nutte. I could tell she was screaming, but couldn't hear her over the voice on the cassette and shout reverberating around in my head. I was shocked to find I had hold of my hard-on and pulled my hand away quickly. I tried to focus in on Nutte's face but the light was too great.

Swat! She caught my left thigh with her gloved hand again and I went up on my right side. I screamed and she attacked again.

Swat! This one sent me over, face down onto the floor. I was whining crying to the pain, and kept my hands away from my body. The cassettes sexy voice was telling me to, "...behave myself and take punishment like a man...." And I did my best to obey the voice in my head, and to bear my deserved punishment by offering no resistance. I even lifted my ass to my assailant in an act of servility, as the voice demanded.

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Nutte took advantage of my demeanor by sending my buttocks back and forth in a bobbling frenzy.

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! And swat! I was now bawling and retching myself hoarse. My hands made many attempts at protecting my behind, but each time I held them in check and bore the attack with a scream and more tears. My screams competed with the voice, but unfortunately, they complimented each other in a way that added to my exciting misery.

My throbbing hard-on bounced to the tempo created by Nutte's onslaught and she was relentless. My sobbing was just as relentless as I tried anchoring my fingernails into the floor to keep my hands from interfering. The voice was explaining the nature of obedience and a husband's duty. I looked back over my shoulder at Nutte and tried pleading with my eyes. My knees drummed and bounced on the floor until they hurt. Nutte kept me going until a final swat sent me forward onto my face. I landed on my face and slid forward on my tears. I came to rest with my chest on the floor, my buns in the air. I was sobbing uncontrollably and yelling for the spankings and voice to stop. The spankings ended, but not the voice and the next thing I felt was Nutte fitting my wrists with leather bands.

"...Never interfere with your wife's wishes..." the voice screeched loud and clear. Nutte was agile and rough, and had my wrists cuffed in moments. Then she wrenched my arms behind my back and connected the cuffs. I must have been getting loud because the next thing I knew she was working a rubber ball into my mouth.

I was looking down at the floor as Nutte held the ball in one hand and worked it into my mouth. She used her other hand on the back of my head to press my mouth down over the ball. She twisted and forced the rubber past my teeth, popping it inside. It was a large ball of soft rubber and it took little effort on Nutte's part. I watched my tears fall as drops that splashed when they hit the floor. Once the rubber got past my teeth it filled my mouth completely and Nutte used another strap to hold it in place. It too went around my head and was cinched tight as the others. The voice was telling me to, "...surrender!"

After the belt was tightened and my wrist's checked, Nutte rolled me over onto my back. I discovered lying on my wrists very uncomfortable and had to adjust constantly, without doing much good. My mouth was stretched and sore and the belt cut into the sides of my face. Saliva now oozed and bubbled out from the corners of my mouth and I couldn't control it because I couldn't swallow. The voice was telling me to, "...obey without question and accept degradation...."

Nutte took my organ, my cock and balls, in one hand and squeezed tight. Then she pulled and lifted, until I hung from my root. I rested on the back of my head and my heels, like the great Arch of Triumph. I was crying and begging for a reprieve in sputtering, bubbly renditions, but Nutte simply kept yelling. I realized my indiscretion, and promised myself it would never happen again, but Nutte had no way of knowing that. She kept screaming and shaking my body around by my organ. God, I never wanted to cross this woman again. With her other hand, Nutte turned the volume up on the cassette player and the sexy voice began screeching its orders. "...You will obey at all times...."

I was being driven from my mind and Nutte let me drop. I stayed on my back withering around on my wrists like a fussy princess disturbed by a pea. The voice screeched on, "...take your place at the feet of your wife..." And God, I was ready! I'd do anything to stop the voice. I moved my hips from side to side, attempting to keep the cassette off the floor and it wasn't easy. I kept my legs spread, my heels dug in and my legs bowed just enough. I strained and twisted about, unable to find the tiniest relief.

Nutte knelt down and took my hard-on in hand. This time she was gentle and worked me into a bucking frenzy. I was soon sloshing around in her fist, the cassette tapping on the floor, and I couldn't control myself. Nutte could and knew just when to stop. She released me a moment before orgasm and let me suffer without the pleasure I so needed. She stood, turned and left me humping into air. The voice yelled for me to, "...accept every test with a smile...."

I finally slowed and went back to seeking a comfortable position. I was panting through my nose and trying to calm down. My hard-on bounced up and down on my lower abdomen seeking a hand. The voice yelled on and on, "...never speak unless spoken to, never..."

I was screaming as loud as I could internally, trying to drown out the sexy voice, but it didn't work. I was rocking from side to side until eventually I flipped over and landed on my belly. I didn't dare land on my boner, but kept it to the side with my body bent slightly. It wasn't any more comfortable, but at least the cassette and my wrists were out of the way, sort of. I rested my head on my left cheek and looked into one of the camera lenses. I would have pondered the person at the other end, but the loud voice kept going over the rules again and again, bleaching my thoughts out of existence. "...Always answer in a respectful manner...."

My uncomfortable position strained my muscles, in new and unusual ways. I pulled on my cuffs and gnawed on the ball, but nothing helped. I stretched my legs wide, wiggled my toes and kept my boner to the side. I slithered like a snake and moved like a worm, but nothing seemed to remedy the situation. The voices kept clamoring on and on, "...strive to be the devoted husband, endeavor to be...." I was sweating hard, drooling like a dog and my boner was oozing as never before. In moments I was sloshing around in a puddle of my own making. I moaned and carried on as the seconds ticked by and the lady continued her dissertation.

I continued trying to calm down and did my best to relax, but it wasn't easy, the voice saw to that. "...Wait on the floor, by her bed..." it droned on and I listened and learned because I had no other choice. I closed my eyes once again and let my body go limp. Every time my boner tapped the floor I jumped and thought of Nutte, and Colleen. The voice began from the beginning, from the first rule, and I started to cry harder. I didn't think it possible. I didn't believe I'd be forced to hear it again, but I was about to.

How long was this to last? How long was I expected to endure an unending recital of rules and regulations? How much pain did they expect me to weather? When would Nutte stop it? "...Keep your eyes lowered and..." the voice demanded and it was driving me to the brink of insanity. Every inch of my body ached, every inch was sore, and the pain was killing me. But I went on, counting time by counting the pulses of torment wracking through my body. Preparing to become a husband was not as easy as expected, but deep down inside I was confident it would all be worth it.

At least an hour must have passed and I had turned in every direction possible. I couldn't take too much more, yet had no choice. Suddenly I felt my hard-on grabbed and it was used to flip me over onto my back. I opened my eyes to find Nutte adjusting me for another evil purpose. She had more straps in her hands and went for my ankles. In moments my ankles were belted together and then she strapped my thighs just above the knees. She made the belts as tight as she could and then tried to get them tighter. More pressure, more pain, and more agony. Nutte flipped me back onto my belly and with another belt cinched my elbows together. She pulled me along the floor until I was situated over the drain. It was just a hole and my cock and balls dangled in the opening.

I strained my neck to see Nutte from over my shoulder. She was holding a rubber ring that was attached to a round nub about three inches long. The nub was rubber also and resembled a thick thumb. She was greasing the nub and looking at me with strange intent. I knew I wouldn't enjoy this and yet enjoy it immensely. The voice kept yelling, "...obey your wife at all times..."

Nutte placed a hand in the small of my back and pressed down. I was forced to expel air as my head came up. Nutte then brought the nub to my anus and forced it into my tight chute. Always another pain to tolerate before I could get over the last. I felt the intrusion, my head went higher and I once again thought of Colleen. The voice now explained, "...obedience is a virtue...."

I moaned aloud and moaned some more. I moaned and groaned and sputtered all over the place. I withered in pain and yet throbbed with a desire I couldn't understand. I hated and loved the pain and humiliation. Nutte stood to leave once more and the voice was going over lesson thirteen again, "...always have a hot bath ready...."



First Thirst Ch. 14



Chapter Fourteen: First Full Day

I was a girded sausage stewing in its own juices, unable to do little more than sizzle. I was a tied sirloin of beef in a pan, browning slowly. I was a well-fed, over-stuffed and trussed turkey, roasting in an oven. My mind had surrendered hours ago and given up eluding the voice. The voice was a mop that swabbed its meaning into every crevice of my cranium. Like a dry sponge, my mind sopped up every rule and memorized it. It categorized every wet nuance and moist innuendo. My mind became the rules and the rules became my mind. I was one with the rules, but the voice was a knife that sliced ever deeper, to plant deeper yet.

The voice continued wall-papering my mind with the rules, long after the head phones had been removed. I looked up to Nutte, praying she would say something in her real voice just once, though at the moment I'd settle for more of her fake German accent. I needed to hear a word or a sound, some tiny inflection, something. I needed something to knock the voice in my head off track, and looked up to my tormentor with tears in my eyes. My own noises were futile attempts at escape, rendered useless long ago. Nutte was laughing openly as she unbuckled the cassette player. After putting it aside she took my organ with both hands.

I felt one hand take my balls while the other commenced stroking my already over-extended hard-on towards an orgasm. I was yet bound tight and could barely move, but my mind latched onto the hand and began riding it. My body bucked along with the hands tempo the best it could. Every belt continued cutting into my body and yet my cock didn't care. He needed to orgasm and that was all that mattered, I was simply a host.

Nutte used long slow stokes that traveled the entire length of my hard-on, from head to base and back with calculated precision. Her hand and fingers were warm wet and expert. I was ready to do anything for an orgasm and Nutte understood that only too well. I withered around in a pitiful display, with my body arched over my arms, as she brought me to the brink of exploding over and over again.

I could feel my sperm bubbling in my tube awaiting the prostates spasm. Nutte kept the sperm simmering without allowing it to boil over. She kept my testicles producing and churning out seed like there was no tomorrow. She allowed the sperm to build-up as pressure that became unbearable and then she worked to make it worse. She wanted me to explode inward and fill my body with my own sperm.

Her other hand worked on my testicles in a very indelicate manner. My balls were squeezed until I screamed in sputters that sprayed from the corners of my mouth. My screams erupted from behind the ball as a misty fountain, that caused Nutte to burst out in laughter and try for more. She squeezed me so hard and brought me so close to orgasm, I went up on my heels and back of my head. I arched instinctively, in pursuit of the pain and pleasure now denied. I was totally out of control with desire, a tethered worm in heavens bed and breakfast. I was totally controlled by the great succubus and my need to orgasm. My natural need, to send my seeds out into the world, into Mother Nature, was now denied by love.

The belts holding me tight and from which my body bulged, weren't enough for Nutte. She also kept my body arched and contorted in the most unpleasant ways, while she kept me bubbling to the surface. She didn't want to stop, or let me relax and seemed to be having a good old time. She was laughing a lot and finally laughed herself over in a fit, releasing me suddenly. I dropped to the floor on my wrists, and in tears, still humping for nothing. Nutte's roaring almost started her rolling on the floor, but she brought herself under control and held her gut. She staggered to her feet, arms wrapped around her belly from laughing and stood uneasily. She came close and looked down at me. Giant tears of laughter fell from her cheeks and she aimed them to land on my face.

The salty drops landed on my forehead, cheeks and chin in drips that splashed and splattered about. My face was wet and sticky, but like my body and soul, always ready for more abuse. That was the way Nutte wanted it and the way Colleen wished me to be. It was in the rules and it was in my nature. Nutte bent over me enough to reach her target with another leather collar. Tears of laughter continued falling over my abdomen as she girded my cock and balls with the leather. She took her time and cinched the belt as tight as she could. She finally attached the end of a chain leash to the collar and stood. She looked down at me and I awaited her first word. That one 'word,' I now needed like an orgasm to combat the unsilenced voice in my head and its recital. The voice and the rules I'd memorized inside out and upside down. Nutte had other plans though and yanked on the chain. I looked up to her in askance. I wandered what it was she expected me to do, trussed like I was?

Another tug and a look of astonishment, all in exaggerated pretense, told me. With Nutte's help I began inching along the floor, slithering forward in my slime. Moving like a maggot was not easy and Nutte's aid was not appreciated. She hurried me along with the aid of the leash. She used it for lifting me by my organ and dragging, or carrying my carcass. She was strong and lifted me easily, but put me down after every step. I hoped she did so out of pity for me and out of concern for my painfully swollen organ. Her laughing fits could have been the real reason though.

It must have taken an hour to reach the door and Nutte kept me moving in contortions most severe. I was in love for the first time in my life, suffering pain as never before and sweating profusely. I needed to orgasm or be castrated immediately. My head was filled with the rules explaining my pre-orgasmic obligations. I tried to help each of Nutte's ill-timed lifts, by moving like a worm, in hopes of lessening the pain. The pain that fed me fears and provided me nourishment. I let myself go, slip from my mind and become one with Nutte, then I slipped and tried again. This was my goal, to be one with my handler. Things went better with obedience.

The long corridor was shear murder and the fact it widened did nothing to help. My pains caused me to cry hard. My body rubbed and chaffed along the rug and I was a retching gasping mess by the time we reached its end. I was unable to see any longer and felt little reason to. Thankfully, Nutte stopped pulling on me and helped me to my feet, but then she stooped and draped me over her shoulder. I couldn't believe how strong she was, and I became tense as I went up. Nutte took hold of my boner, in a strong sure grip and bounced me into a position comfortable to her. My head nearly reached her ass and I virtually hung from my cock with my legs almost in the air. Nutte kept me from falling, though I feared I would.

Like a sack of potatoes I was carted through several rooms I didn't care to look at. Nutte hauled me all the way to the front door and dropped me. I was gasping for breath through my nose in loud nasally sounds that spoke of my desperation. Nutte stooped down beside me and began unfastening the belts. Every time a buckle came loose I sighed with a relief that was quickly covered by the voice in my head and its rules. It never failed, there were several belts, an equal number of sighs, and an excess of rules. Soon all but the last belt came loose and I laid on my back, arms and legs wide. I was in a state of total surrender, awaiting orders while going over the rules. Nutte motioned me to my knees and I struggled to comply. I yet sported the ball-gag.

I was wobbly and my limbs were yet without feeling or blood. Nutte reached down to work the last belt from my head and the rubber ball from my mouth. She used her hand to lift my face to hers and she smiled wickedly. I worked my jaw in wide opening and closing movements meant to loosen them up. Little helped, but I continued stretching anyway. All of a sudden everything felt so good and I tingled all over. I still waited for a word to break up the continuous stream of rules, but Nutte said nothing. I was thirsty again and my smacking mouth must have given it away.

Nutte picked up a tumbler from somewhere and put it to her lips for a long leisurely sip. I looked on with my dry mouth opened and filled with cotton. I waited, knowing what to expect and when Nutte turned to look down at me, I went up on my knees with mouth opened wider. Nutte took a moment to stifle more laughter and then came down to me, in order to deliver her load. She let me drink until sated and the front of my body was drenched. A pool had formed on the floor under me. I was breathing easier and coming to my new senses. The ones ruled by the rules that continued scrolling through my mind. The rules were far more important than the Ten Commandments and pledges to country and flag. The rules were my every thought. These rules were the essence of all love, as I'd been taught by the woman I loved.

Nutte went to the door and opened it wide. She stepped outside and motioned for me to crawl out to meet her. I was surprised to find it dark outside and quickly realized it was very late. I moved without hesitating and came to kneel beside her.

It was a cool night and the brisk air felt good against my skin. The feeling more than compensated for the rough stones I knelt on. Nutte looked to the heavens and I felt compelled to follow. Again stars filled the clear sky and I wondered where the day had gone. I had been locked away for the entire day, forced to endure an endless rendition of rules that yet stomped through me. I knelt where I was, dumfounded and unconcerned about having neighbors see me. I was beyond caring for myself, except in relation to Colleen and the rules.

Nutte looked at me and I at her. She reached over me and flicked a switch that turned on an over head lamp. The beam was bright and very direct. It lit up a two foot high pedestal situated to our right. She signaled with her head and I made to climb up on the stone and under the beam. She flicked another switch and directed my attention to a statue on my left. I hadn't noticed it before, but now it too was illuminated by an over-head lamp. It was a statue of a kneeling male in a very proud and upright pose I felt obligated to mimic. I could tell Nutte was pleased and I felt proud, sick, but proud.

Nutte pointed to another camera set to the side and positioned to watch me. It wasn't difficult for me to understand I was waiting for Colleen. Nutte began laughing again and went inside, slamming the door behind her. This would be the first of many many times I'd wait up for my future wife.