0 comments/ 102138 views/ 6 favorites Jeremiah's Surprise By: Just Plain Bill Apprehensively, Jeremiah put his key in the lock and entered his father's penthouse apartment. Not that he hadn't visited the large well furnished five room spread overlooking the east side of Central Park, many times since his father and mother divorced twelve years ago; but this time was different. His prior visits had been scheduled, as mandated by the judge who had edited that this only child of Harold and Ester Goodman would reside with his mother with prescribed visits to his father. Ester Goodman, a legal secretary for one of Manhattan's top law firms, makes a good salary and has a nice apartment on the West Side. But, her small apartment can in no way rank with the palatial quarters befitting his father's status as a partner in one of Wall Street's most highly regarded investment firms. Harold Goodman's reputation as a shrewd money manager extends far beyond the confines of his firm, well known, as he is, in financial circles both in the U.S. and aborad. This is attested to, among other accomplishments, by his frequent appearances on various financial TV programs. He has also authored many articles and been interviewed by writers for a number of top magazines. Over the years since his parents' breakup, Jeremiah always looked forward to visiting his father. Although he loves his mother, who provides a comfortable home for him; his father's life has always seemed more interesting and exciting than that of his conservative mother. When Jeremiah was younger, his father frequently took him to movies and sometimes the circus. He seldom went anywhere with his mother. As he entered his teen-age years, he attended Broadway shows with his father, sometimes accompanied by one of the elder Goodman's lady friends. Another thing that made visits to his father's apartment to his liking were the fine collection of books and magazines to be found there. Particularly over the last several years, Jeremiah couldn't remember exactly when, especially interesting magazines began appearing in his father's apartment - magazines like Playboy, Penthouse and Hustler. When his father was out the room, he would find them on the lower shelves of the bookcase, and sneak gazes at the pictures of the beautiful women, mostly naked! Sometimes, when his father was out of the apartment, perhaps still at work, Jeremiah would take one of these magazines into the bathroom, prop it up against the wall on top of the toilet and masturbate, eyes fixed on the place between a pair of open female legs. It was so much more exciting to do it while beholding such a sight, then in his own bedroom or bathroom at his mother's apartment. Sometimes, with the aid of these gorgeous ladies, he could achieve that moment of supreme pleasure several times in less than an hour. At home, once was usually his limit for the night. Then he just wasn't interested until the next morning. Other than looking at the pictures in his father's magazines, masturbating was Jeremiah's sole sexual outlet. He had never had a date with a girl. It wasn't that he didn't like girls. He was fascinated by them, but he was very nervous whenever he was near them, and immediately became tongue tied. He knew he was too shy to ask a girl for a date and certain he wouldn't know how to act if one accepted. On one of his visits when Jeremiah was between sixteen and seventeen, his father asked. "Do you go out with girls much, Son?" "Gee, I can't say I do, Dad," he stammered in reply. "It's not that I don't like 'em. I do. I'm really attracted to 'em. I'm certainly not attracted to boys, if that's what's worrying you. I know a few guys at school who are like that. But, I'm sure not," he answered decisively. "I guess I'm just too scared to ask a girl for a date." "Then, you're still a virgin? You've never had sex with a girl?" his father asked somewhat hesitantly. He had not had all that many discussions about sex with his son and realized that he should have brought the subject up years ago. "No. I think about it a lot. But I know I'd be too scared to even try." "Don't worry son," his father counseled. "Your time will come. You have your whole life ahead of you." That ended the conversation, which Jeremiah would remember for a long time, as would his father. As he entered the apartment, Jeremiah reveled in the knowledge that, from this day on, his visits to his father would no longer be controlled by a judge. And, his mother could no longer keep him from going there anytime he wanted, or at least anytime his father wanted him there. That, in itself was one of the reasons this particular visit was different from all the rest. The other reason was that he had come in response to a specific invitation from his father, even though it was not his normal day to visit him. Just after he arrived home that afternoon from the high school from which he would be graduating in three weeks, a messenger arrived at the door of his mother's apartment. He handed Jeremiah an envelope. In it was a birthday card. And, inside the card, his father had written a message. Jeri: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SON. Congratulations on turning eighteen. I have a special surprise for you at my place. Come tonight about 8 o'clock. Love, Dad. His mother arrived home a few minutes later, earlier than her usual time of five-thirty. Greeting him at the door she announced, "Jeremiah, I came home a little early to fix you an especially nice dinner as my way of saying happy birthday. Then we can spend the whole evening talking, playing games, or whatever you want to do." Jeremiah's heart sank. He thought about telling his mother about the message his father had sent, but decided to wait. When dinner was over, he cautiously broached the subject - telling her his father had sent him a note inviting him, but intentionally omitting the part about the "surprise." "But, Jeremiah," she protested "you're not scheduled to go see him until tomorrow." "But, he sent me a card by messenger and asked me to come tonight, Ma," he replied in almost a pleading tone. "I don't want to disappoint him." "What about disappointing me? Did you think of that?" his mother responded somewhat angrily "Ah, Ma. Ya know I loved the dinner. And, I don't have to leave for another forty-five minutes. So we can sit and talk. Tell ya what I'll do. If you let me go tonight, I'll come home tomorrow afternoon instead of Sunday, like I usually do when I go there. And we can spend all of Saturday evening together. Please Ma!" "Well, all right Jeremiah," his mother finally agreed, though still reluctantly. She was suspicious of her ex- husbands intentions. She know he led a rather fast life and had several girl friends. She suspected that, now that her little boy was eighteen, his father might show him some of the porn tapes, she suspected him of having somewhere in that fancy apartment of his. He's now legally able to see such trash, she thought to herself. "You know that, as of today, you are no longer bound by the Judge's order, Jeremiah. Legally, you can visit your father whenever you like, but all I ask is please be careful. As long as you're living here, I want to know where you are. Remember, just because you're eighteen doesn't mean you know it all. There're lots of dangers out there in the world. You have your whole life ahead of you, so don't ruin it by doing something foolish." "You know I'll be careful and not do anything, as you say, 'foolish,' Ma." He had heard similar lectures from his mother for as long as he could remember, and he didn't want to sit through another one, especially tonight. Jeremiah couldn't wait to leave for his father's apartment and see what the surprise was, but, nevertheless, he talked patiently with his mother for next forty-five minutes, before kissing her goodnight and going down to the street to hail a taxi. As he stepped into the entrance hall, Jeremiah was surprised not to find his father there to greet him. The lights were low and he could hear soft music from the stereo. "Maybe dad's entertaining a lady? Then, why did he specifically ask me to come tonight?" As he pondered this, he almost turned to leave, but then spotted a note taped to the mirror over hall table. It read: Jeri: Sorry, I was called out of town to appear on a TV program, tonight. I'm sure you know which one. I'll be back about Noon tomorrow. See you then. In the meantime, make yourself at home. Your surprise should arrive about 8:30. HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY, SON. Love, Dad What the--! What is this surprise anyway? Jeremiah thought, disappointed his father wasn't there to greet him. Maybe he was planning to take me to a show or something. Now he's gone somewhere to appear on a stupid TV program! Jeremiah went into the living room and dropped into one of large leather chairs that dotted the large room. "Maybe, I'll watch TV, possibly even catch Dad on the TV. That's as close as I'll come to seeing tonight," he said out loud to the empty apartment. Next to him on the table was the latest issue of Playboy. Jeremiah picked it up and started thrumming through the slick pages. He read the joke page and the letters asking for help on everything from how to hook up stereo speakers to the best way to ask your girlfriend for a blow job. He always enjoyed a few of those letters, and sometimes the Editor's replies. Fifteen minutes had elapsed before he got around to the photos. Large color pictures of naked women are just what I need right now, he thought. Since Dad isn't here, and won't be until tomorrow, I might just as well enjoy the evening jacking off. These pictures should give me just the inspiration I need. Look at that one on page 69. You can see right up her cunt!" he mused. Jeremiah was hard already and he was fingering his erection through his pants. He knew it wouldn't be long before he would be stroking it hard, imagining that he was burying it deep into that woman on Page 69. I better be careful and not get cum all over dad's Playboy, he reasoned. He might get pissed. Just as he was about to go into the bathroom to live his fantasy, he heard a key turn in the front door lock. What the---! Did Dad's trip get cancelled? He went out into the hall just in time to see the most beautiful girl he had ever set eyes on, letting herself in, and softly closing the door behind her. No. She's no 'girl She's a real woman. Wow!. She must be at least thirty, he thought. She was blond with long flowing hair, and had the bluest eyes Jeremiah had ever seen - and beautiful face. And oh that figure. Those tits! When she spoke, her voice was like velvet. "Hello. You must be Jeri. Harold has told me so much about you." Jeremiah swallowed hard. "Er-ah, you know my father. Yah, I guess you must, or you wouldn't have a key to his apartment." "That's right, Jeri. Your father and I are quite good friends. I'm Samantha." "Well, er-ah Miss Samantha. I'm sorry, but Dad isn't here. He had a sudden call to go out of town to appear on a TV program." "Yes, I know." "Then, how come you're here?" The words tumbled out before Jeremiah could think about what he was asking. But, he had an inkling what the beautiful lady's answer would be. "Didn't your father tell you that he had a special surprise for your eighteenth birthday?" "Yeah." "Well Jeri, I'm your surprise!" "Oh!" was the only response Jeremiah could muster, as he swallowed hard. Samantha held out her hand and took his in it. It felt wonderful - cool and hot at the same time. "Why don't we go into the living room and get acquainted. We can have a couple of drinks and talk for a while. Then we can see what kind of surprise we can think up." Even though Jeremiah was technically too young to drink, liquor was not completely foreign to him. He had consumed a few beers with his friends at school and his father had treated him to a cocktail or two over the past year. Samantha went right to the bar. Jeremiah noted that she seemed to know her way around the place. "What would you like for your birthday drink Jeri?" she inquired in a low husky voice that reeked of a promise of things yet to come. "Er-ah, rum and coke, please." "Comin' right up," she said, pouring the drink and fixing a bourbon and soda for herself. She handed Jeremiah his glass and reached out to clink glasses. "Happy eighteenth birthday, Jeri. Of all your birthdays you've had, or ever will have, I hope you'll remember this one with fondness forever!" "Er-ah, thank you Miss Samantha," Jeremiah responded nervously, turning beet red. His hand was shaking so violently the ice cubes in his drink were clanging against the sides of the glass and each other. "You can drop the 'Miss'. As well acquainted as we're going to become tonight, I think we can be on a first name basis. Don't you, Jeri?" At that, Jeremiah became even more nervous - almost splashing his drink on the walls, floor and furniture; not to mention himself. But he managed a, "Yeah sure." "Calm down Jeri," Samantha said in a soothing voice. There's no rush. We have all night." Knowing that he was not going to be raped, for at least another five minutes, seemed to ease Jeremiah's nerves a bit. But, he still sat on the edge of his chair as he downed his rum and coke in a few gulps. He had never drank liquor so fast. And, he felt the need for another. But before he could rise to get a re-fill, Samantha was up and reaching for his empty glass. "I'll take care of that Jeri. After all, it's YOUR birthday. You just sit back and relax. I'll do all the work, at least for now." He took longer to consume the second drink, and liquor was beginning to relax him. Or was it Samantha's easy manner? "Jeri," she finally said as they were each finishing their second drink, "If you don't mind, I'm going to slip into something a little more comfortable. I won't be five minutes. You just sit here and relax. Or, perhaps you would rather look through your dad's Playboy? That might put you in the right mood!" He had forgotten all about the magazine, which was open on the table beside him, in plain sight. The ensuing five minutes was a blur to Jeremiah. He couldn't tell if the time passed like five seconds or five hours - so mixed were his emotions. He couldn't decide if he was frightened, or so horny that he might rape the gorgeous female. But, something told him he wouldn't have to. With that thought, his fright came back to the fore. But, he noted that his penis was as hard as he had ever noted it. And, it was straining to get loose from the prison in which his underwear and pants had it confined. He thought about taking it out. But then he reasoned such an act would be uncouth. Just as he had told his father, last year when he had brought up the subject of sex with a female, he was afraid and didn't have a clue as to how to proceed. Samantha re-appeared, wearing slinky robe. Where did she get that? Jeremiah wondered. "There, that feels better," she said. "Why don't you go get a little less formal too Jeri? Do you have a robe here? If not, there's one in your father's closet." She sure must know him pretty well to know what's in his closet, Jeremiah mused. "Yeah: I've got one in the room I use when I'm here," he responded hesitantly. He rose from his chair, trying unsuccessfully to conceal the bulge in his pants. Just as when he would often get a boner while riding a bus or on the subway, he was embarrassed for anyone to observe his protruding trowsers when he stood up to get off at his stop. "Don't keep me waiting too long. I'm anxious to see more of you," Samantha cooed, obviously noticing the bulge. Jeremiah went into the bathroom to take a pee. It wasn't easy in his erect state. But, somehow he managed without having an accident. He thought about jerking off, so that he wouldn't come before he wanted to. He thought in his present condition, he might explode as soon as she put her hand around it, that is if she was going to put her hand around it. He still was uncertain as to exactly what was going to take place. But, he didn't want to take the extra time, and he remembered he had masturbated that morning as soon as he woke up. He did it almost every morning. He would almost always wake up with a erection and take care of it before he got up, which usually required only about two or three minutes. He went into the bedroom he used when visiting his father, took off his cloths, except for his shorts, and put on the robe hanging in the closet. As Jeremiah re-entered the living room, Samantha came over to him and put her arms around him. She brought her face close to his and kissed him lightly. He caught his breath. This was the first time he had ever kissed a woman, other than his mother or one of his aunts or female cousins. Before he could think, she was at his lips again. This time, it was not a light kiss. She opened her mouth wide and thrust her tongue toward his. Almost instinctively, he thrust his tongue back. She held her body against his and he knew she couldn't help but feel his erection through both robes and his shorts. He tried to back away, but she put her hand on his butt and pushed him forcefully against her body. Then she took one of his hands and guided it up to her chest and through the folds of her robe. One of her firm breasts met his fingers, and he felt for the nipple. Finding it, he circled it with a finger. She, next, put one of her hands on his head and was guiding his lips to the spot his hand just occupied. Her robe came completely open and Jeremiah gazed on the inviting crimson nipple and the areola surrounding it. Now his mouth was on it and he was ringing it with his tongue as he had with his finger. They stood there for several minutes as he kissed first one nipple and then the other. Then, he became aware of her hand groping beneath his robe and encountering the substantial bulge in his shorts. "No fair, Jeri. I'm not wearing any. They have to come off," Samantha whispered, as she began tugging at his waistband Almost before he knew it, his shorts were down around his ankles and she was motioning for him to step out of them. As he did, he reached out and pulled the belt on her robe. Her boldness was beginning to be contagious. Her robe fell open, and Jeremiah gasped at the sight of the beautiful body before him. The well-formed breasts the narrow waist and the blond hair at the confluence of her shapely legs were the most beautiful things he had ever beheld. "Like father, like son, as the old saying goes," Samantha said with a chuckle as she wrapped a hand around his erection. "I don't know if I'm the first to tell you, Jeri, but you have a beautiful big cock." She certainly was the first person to ever tell him such a thing and the words, and her grip, sent electric shocks throughout Jeremiah's entire body. Her other hand was on his, guiding it to the wetness between her legs. "Feel me!" she whispered. "Put your hand down there and feel how wet I am. That means I'm ready for you Jeri. Put your finger in me. Go ahead." As she was urging Jeremiah to explore her most secret place, she lightly stroked his erection, paying particular attention to its pink end and the roll of skin just behind it. Jeremiah could feel juices oozing from the end of his penis, and Samantha was spreading the slick liquid around on it. The sensation was like none he had ever experienced. Meanwhile, he continued to explore the warm moist depths of Samantha's vagina; and he could tell his probing finger was having an effect on her, similar to that produced by her foundling of his super sensitive penis. Then, she shifted her position so that his hand came free of her; and bent down, bringing her mouth to within a fraction of an inch of the tip of his throbbing erection, her tongue reaching out and flicking its pink end. Before he knew it, her mouth engulfed it and her tongue continued to tickle that most sensitive part. Then, she withdrew and was kissing his balls with her lips and licking them with that marvelous tongue! Then, up it came along the underside and circled the tip once more. Jeremiah's Surprise She repeated this process several times, with Jeremiah thinking he would come any second. But, Samantha seemed to know exactly when to stop and when to begin again - prolonging his pleasure. Finally she stood up once more and again grasped his almost ready-to-explode penis in her hand and guided it to the place between her legs and began rubbing its moist tip back and forth against the folds of soft skin. That was another new sensation for Jeremiah, one which exceeded that produced by her stroking it with her hand and at least on a par with the ecstasy produced by her luscious month. After a minute or so of this new delightful torture, she said, "I think we'd better go into the other room and do this right! Don't you, Jeri?" Jeremiah's only reply was a weak,"Yah!" She led him into his father's bedroom. The bed was already turned down. She must have done that when she came in here to change, he thought. They both shed their robes and flung them over a chair. Now they were standing completely naked. The sight of Samantha's perfectly shaped nude body almost took Jeremiah's breath away. And, looking on his young male physic, especially his huge straight erect penis, had an almost similar effect on her. In the years she had been, what the firm called a "Personal Activities Specialist"), Samantha had seen her share of naked men, but none as beautiful as this eighteen year old. She knew she WANTED him inside her, and she wanted him right now! But, she also remembered that she must proceed cautiously. Jeremiah's father had emphasized the previous evening, in this same bedroom, "My son is very shy around girls and might be frightened easily. I don't want anything to happen that might do permanent physiological damage to the boy. At the same time, I think it high time Jeri has the experience of sex with a woman. Perhaps it'll give him more confidence and enable him to begin pursuing young ladies his own age. And, I can't think of anybody as beautiful and skilled as you, Sam, to introduce a shy young man like my son to the pleasures of the flesh. I know it's asking a lot of you. Of course, you haven't been doing Personal Activities work for several years. But, you once did; and you were very good at it. The firm landed some excellent accounts and pulled off some very profitable M&As as a result of your work. And, I can personally attest to your beauty and talents," he finished with a broad smile. "I know, with you, he'll be in good hands and won't get hurt." Harold Goodman's words rang in Samantha's brain, and reminded her how she must proceed. YES, even though I want this delicious boy to take me hard and fast, I know I have to take it slow and be certain he doesn't get the wrong impression as to how to go about it, she thought as she gazed at the dark handsome young man standing in front of her - his large straight penis pointing toward its goal. "Come, lie down with me on the bed and we'll talk for a few minutes," she said as she reclined. "We'll have a little lesson. I'll bet you're a quick learner." Jeremiah didn't know what to think. After all these years of being afraid of even speaking to girls, now he and this beautiful lady were naked together on Dad's bed; and she wants to TALK, AND TEACH A LESSON! Despite his qualms about talking and lessons, he complied. "This is your first time, isn't it Jeri?" she asked once they were settled next to one another. "What makes you think that?" was his evasive reply. "Jeri, it's not mine, and I think I can tell. Come on, the truth. You can tell me." "Yah, that's right. I've never been with a woman before." "I'm sure you've masturbated, jerked off, as it's so crudely put. All boys and young men do it, even if they don't like to admit it to anyone. Believe me, I'm not going to tell anyone that either, especially your Dad. But, I have a reason for asking." "Yah, I've been doing it since I was eleven." "Then, you know how good it feels when you come. That's why you do it again and again. If it didn't feel good, you wouldn't bother to do it again, would you?" She continued, not waiting for a response. "Well sex with a woman is like that too. You'll get that same feeling, only better, when you're with a woman. But, if you do it right and prepare her properly beforehand, she'll get a good feeling too. And, she'll want you to come back and do it with her again. If you don't, chances are she'll dump you and look for someone who CAN please her. Too many men don't understand that and don't approach it in a way that gives the woman the same wonderful feeling they get. And too often, the woman not only doesn't want that particular guy back, but might even get a negative attitude toward sex altogether - just because there's never anything in it for her. But, I can tell you, if the man does it right, there's plenty in it for the woman. And, they'll want the guy who knows how to do it 'right' back again and again!" "What do I do to do it right, and how do I, as you put it, 'prepare you'?" "It's called 'foreplay', Jeri. And, we've already started in the living room. That's what we were doing. But, let's begin again, just as if we hadn't. You start just as you did, by kissing me and feeling and kissing my breasts, the way you did." And, I'll feel you big cock, like this!" she said wrapping her hand around Jeremiah's engorged penis. And, I'll kiss it some more. "I'll let you know when and what the next step is. But, it's also important to not do everything the same, and in the same order, every time. That can become boring. We'll talk about some variations later." The verbal portion of the lesson over, they began again the delicious steps, but this time lying completely naked on his father's large bed. When Jeremiah put his hand between Samantha's legs, he realized her place was even wetter than before. And it felt oh so good to probe his finger inside. And he could tell from her response that it felt good to her as well. As he was performing this wonderful probing with his finger, he felt a push against the top of his head, pushing his mouth away from the nipple it was licking. Down across her belly button and stomach the urging hand guided him. Now his lips were grazing the silky blond hair just above the inviting place his hand had been exploring. Further down, Samantha pushed, as she opened her shapely legs still wider. Now Jeremiah gazed at paradise! "Lick me Jeri. PLEASE!" She uttered the command in a low guttural tone of voice. He swallowed hard and parted the lips with both hands, hesitantly seeking her slit with his tongue. As it met the wet surface, a moan of pleasure escaped from his instructor's throat. "Jeri!" she gasped. "Feel that little bump. That's my clitoris, 'Clit for short. Lick it, Jeri. PLEASE lick it. Put your finger back in while you lick it. That's the way - marvelous! Two fingers, Jeri. Oh Jeri, it feels so GOOD! OH GOD!" Jeremiah felt a thrill, knowing he was responsible for providing such obvious pleasure to this beautiful woman. And now that he was actually licking her there, he reveled in the taste of her juices. He had read stories in his father's magazines about performing this act, and they had said that men actually like it. But, he couldn't imagine that he ever would. But now he was doing it, the realization burst on him that he was enjoying it immensely. After he had been at this exciting activity for several minutes, even though she was writhing in obvious pleasure, Samantha suddenly pulled away from his probing tongue and finger and, commanded. "FUCK ME JERI! FUCK NE! I WANT YOUR BIG BEAUTIFUL COCK IN ME, NOW!" The time was at hand, and Jeremiah didn't waste any time complying. He raised himself up on his arms and thrust into her, beginning a rapid pumping motion. Samantha's moans and gasps became louder and more intense and all of her beautiful body gyrated in extreme pleasure. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! HARDER! OH----!" she screamed as her motions became even more violent. The slippery feel of her warm vagina felt so tremendous around his pulsating penis. The sensation was like nothing he had ever experienced in his entire eighteen years. It sure beats jackin' off, was the thought that raced through his mind as he increased both the tempo and intensity of his thrusting. Jeremiah knew he couldn't stop now, even if an atom bomb were to explode in the street outside. And EXPLODE he did. As that most wonderful of feelings swept over him, he could feel gush after gush of hot semen erupt from his throbbing penis. All the muscles in his body tensed and tensed again, and again. Suddenly, the sensation became too intense to bear, but Samantha kept him locked in her grip and continued her gyrations, as if in a frenzy - all the while gasping for breath. Her tunnel tightened around his penis and, just as Jeremiah thought he couldn't stand any more of this intense sensation, she began to relax, and her motions subsided. In a matter of a few seconds, they were laying quietly, Jeremiah's shrinking penis still inside Samantha's warm wet vagina. It felt so wonderful there, Jeremiah wanted it to stay there forever. But he shifted his body to find a more comfortable position, and almost slid out of her. "No! Don't take it out. Leave it right there, Jeri." Jeremiah relaxed and caught his breath. "Jeri, you're a great student. That was one of the best lays I've ever had." "One of the best," he said jokingly. "Yes, one of the best. Don't get any ideas about what a great lover you are. You've got potential. But, you've got a ways to go yet." "I know that, Samantha. But, it was tremendous for me. I just hope it was half as good for you. THANK YOU, THANK YOU" he said kissing her. "You've got the right idea, Jeri. Always think about the woman and how it was for her. Try to see to it that she gets satisfaction - maybe a couple of times before you do. I assure your, that way, it'll always be better for both of you. Too many men come so fast the woman is left hanging. Did you ever have to stop masturbating because some one was at the door? What did that feel like to you?" "Yah, a couple of times I was in the bathroom doing it. I guess, I'd been there a little while, and my mother came and knocked on the door, asking if I was all right. I had to stop right then, for fear she would come in and catch me doing it. It felt awful." "Well, that's the way a woman feels when she has sex and almost climaxes, but not quite." "But, what can a guy do? Sometimes, I come pretty fast." "Yes, you did that time. But, I saw to it that you had me almost over the edge when you put it in. So, that was okay. But, you'll probably take longer next time." Jeremiah didn't know whether "next time" meant later that evening, or the next time he and Samantha meet. Or, did it mean the next time he's with some other girl? That could be months or even years at the rate I've been going so far! That thought left him with a feeling of dread. They lay there stroking and licking each other's bodies, Jeremiah paying particular attention to Samantha's lovely breasts. Within a few minutes, he realized his penis was beginning to become hard again. He noted that it was more like when he looked at the pictures in his father's magazines. He could get hard and jerk off again in about twenty minutes. At home, without the stimulation the pictures afforded, he simply was not interested again for hours, usually not until the next day. Samantha noticed it too, and began slow movements. "Want to do it again?" she asked in a low enticing tone. "Yeah, it's beginning to feel good again." "Okay," she said. "We're going to take it real slow for a while this time. What we did last time was known as a 'quickie'. All too often, with quickies, the woman doesn't come. I did because you got me real hot before putting it in. But, if you had just got me aroused enough to put it in, and then fucked me real hard and fast like you did; you'd've come, but I probably wouldn't. That's the mistake too many men make. If you're not going to do the intense foreplay, then take it slow and easy when you put it in. Give your partner a chance to get really into it before you start fucking her brains out. Another thing, many women need stimulation of their clitoris, in order to climax. I guess, I'm lucky. I can come with a well driven cock in my vagina. But some never can. For them, you've got to stimulate their clits with your finger or your tongue. There're intercourse positions in which you can stimulate the clit. I'll show you a few after a while. But, for now, just keep up that slow in and out motion like your doing. Yah, that feels good. You're doin' great, Jeri. If you feel you're about to come, slack off, or stop altogether. Don't worry, if I'm ready to come, I won't let you stop; and, neither will any red-blooded female. You'll just both come together. And, when that happens, it's just marvelous." Jeremiah thought it was all "marvelous". They kept up their slow motions for perhaps as long as ten minutes. Neither was watching the clock. Finally Samantha began to increase her moving and Jeremiah took that as his signal to step up the pace as well. He was again beginning to get that feeling that he couldn't stop, even if he wanted to. "Now!" Samantha gasped as, once again, her motions to a frenzied pace. "I'm gunna come!" she said in a guttural tone. "I'm Comin! OH! OH YES! YES! FUCK ME JERI! FUCK ME HARD!" she screamed. Jeremiah could feel his penis swell, as convulsions wracked his body and semen again shot from him. He kept pumping and pumping until he could no longer endure the extreme pleasure that bordered on pain. Then, he and this gorgeous woman slackened their motions, as their simultaneous orgasms subsided. This time they uncoupled and just lay there, panting from the extreme exertion and stroking each other's bodies - as they tried to regain their breaths. "I must say, you're getting good at this. How do you like fucking, Jeri?" Samantha asked. "It's so much more than I ever even imagined," Jeremiah replied. "It's wonderful. You're wonderful. I LOVE you, Samantha!" "No you don't, Jeri. I'm just the first woman you ever screwed. That's all. Yes, you'll remember me, and what we did here tonight, for the rest of your life. I hope you will treasure that memory. But, you don't love me. It's just not possible." "Yes it is. I KNOW I love you!" They drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms. Sometime later, Jeremiah woke up and looked at the clock beside the bed. It showed one-fifteen. He panicked. His father's note had said he would be home about Noon. Even though it was obvious that his father had arranged the whole thing, Jeremiah still registered a feeling of embarrassment at the thought of his father walking in and finding him and this beautiful woman naked next to each other on his bed. Then he began collecting his thoughts. Since the room was lit only in the dim illumination provided by a single bedside lamp, he could tell, from the fact that there was no light coming from the edges of the heavy drapes that hung at each window; that it was still dark outside. Thank god! It's one-fifteen in the morning, not in the afternoon, he finally concluded. Feeling the need to relieve himself, Jeremiah extracted himself from Samantha's encircling embrace, got up and went into the bathroom. On returning to the bedroom, still stark naked, he looked at the beautiful form of lying across the bed in the same condition, her gorgeous form only partially covered by a sheet. He felt an immediate stirring in his groin and could feel his penis tightening. I'd like to do it at least one more time before she has to leave, he thought. But, I hate to wake her up. She's sleeping so peacefully, his brain told him. But, his growing penis took over control from his brain, and he began kissing her lips, and breasts. "Samantha. Are you awake?, he whispered, knowing full well the answer. He kissed her again - both places. She stirred. "Do you have time to do it again before you have to go?" he said, not much louder. "What time is it?" she sighed as she became barely awake. "Not quite one-thirty." "Oh my god, In the morning or afternoon?" she asked with alarm. "In the morning." "Oh. That's good," she said, obviously relieved. "Yes, Jeri, We can do it again as many times as you want to, or are able. I'm all yours until eleven tomorrow morning. I do have an appointment for lunch at one O'clock. So, I've got to be out of here to go home and get ready by about eleven. But, between now and then, I'm at your service, as they say." The information that his beautiful birthday gift didn't have to leave in the middle of the night, and they had more than nine hours more together, was all Jeremiah's penis needed to completely re-assert itself. It was in it's full glory before she finished speaking. "I see you're all ready. But first, I have to visit the bathroom. So you and he will both have to wait a few minutes," she said, chuckling, and pointing at his erection. When she returned, Jeremiah began the foreplay activities she a had previously described, taking his time. She was wet and he was ready to enter her, but she stopped him saying, "Not yet. Brush it around on the outside first. Tease me with it! Make me wait! Rub the beautiful pink end against my clit, until I just have to have all of it in me!" Jeremiah felt the strong urge to plunge his throbbing penis into her wet vagina, but did as instructed. Finally, she gasped, "NOW! NOW! FUCK ME AGAIN NOW!" But with all the determination he could muster, Jeremiah continued to hold off. He would make her want for him. He continued to tease her, flicking the tip of his penis against the lips that surrounded her warm wet hole rapidly brushing it against her clitoris. Then, he would start to put it in, but take it out again. Then back to her clitoris and the lips. Jeremiah's actions were driving them both mad with intense desire. Finally, when neither could stand the delicious torture a moment longer, he eased into her. Beginning with slow, deliberate motions, he slid, IN, then OUT, then IN again and OUT again. The warm moist walls fit his huge organ like a inviting glove. He had heard of heaven and decided he must have arrived. As he felt her urge him on, he stepped up the pace until, after three or four minutes, they built up to a frenzy. Samantha was matching him thrust for thrust, and her breath came in short gulps. Her eyes took on a glassy look that Jeremiah knew matched his. "I'm coming!" he murmured under his breath. "I can't hold it any longer. Oh! Oh! he said out loud, aa a succession of jets of semen shot into Samantha's oozing vagina. She wasn't far behind. She tensed her entire body and increased her convulsions still more. "YES! YES! OH! OH! OH GOD!" As they relaxed in each others arms, Jeremiah stroked and kissed her breasts and murmured, "I still say I LOVE you!" "I LOVE you too Jeri". But don't take anything I tell you right now too much to heart. After a FUCK like that, I can't be responsible for anything I say or do. You and that big cock of your's are going to drive the girls absolutely wild. Tell me where you're going to college, so I can warn the co-eds to be prepared. Speaking of being prepared, Jeri darling," Samantha said grabbing his shrinking penis. "Another bit of instruction. You be sure to always carry condoms with you from now on. I'm on the pill, and I know I'm okay, healthwise. But PLEASE don't take any chances, alright?" With that piece of sage advice, Samantha dropped off to sleep once more. Jeremiah wasn't far behind. Jeremiah awoke with sunlight streaming in the window through the cracks around and between the drawn curtains. He looked at the clock. It was eight-thirty. Getting up quietly so as not to disturb Samantha, he made another trip to the bathroom. As he was finishing, he stroked his penis to expel the last drop of urine and found that it was responding. After the workout it had had the night before, he wasn't sure it would, but was pleasantly surprised. He splashed some mouthwash in his dry mouth and went back into the bedroom. There was one more thing he wanted before his birthday surprise had to leave. But, he wasn't sure just how to broach the subject. Jeremiah's Surprise As he entered the bedroom, Samantha stirred and opened her eyes. The first sight that caught her still sleepy gaze was Jeremiah's half hard penis dangling in front of her face. "What a sight. Yum yum!" she uttered, even before saying Good morning. Reaching out a hand, she encircled Jeremiah's fast hardening manhood. "You're UP, I see! What time is it?" she said as she glanced in the direction of the clock on the bedside table. "Samantha," Jeremiah said hesitantly, his shyness returning. "Everything has been just great. I feel like I've grown into manhood over night. But..." "But what Jeri. You seem nervous. I think, after what we've done together, you can ask me anything. Just don't ask me to marry you. You can't support me yet. And, I don't think I'm ready to wait four or five years for you to finish college," she concluded with a smile. "No. I won't ask you to marry me, even though, I know I LOVE you. Believe me, with everything we've done, and everything you have taught me, I'll always remember you, even if you don't want to..." "Don't want to what Jeri? You can tell me or ask me anything, except as I said..." "Well, er ah, it's something I've heard some of the guys at school talk about, and Monica apparently did it for President Clinton! You started to last night". "Oh! Why didn't you say so Jeri. You want me to give you a blow job". Jeri, I'd be happy to. But, I would prefer that you take a shower first and clean him up real good for me. You're a little sweaty. And so am I for that matter." That reminded Jeremiah of his mother's instructions years before. But he knew he wasn't going to masturbate in the shower this time. "You go take your shower, and I get some breakfast ready for us. I don't know about you, but all that strenuous activity last night has made me hungry. And speaking of 'hungry', after breakfast, I'll be hungry for that big beautiful cock of your's." The shower was refreshing and the breakfast of orange juice, scrambled eggs, bacon and coffee, Samantha prepared, just hit the spot. Jeremiah was relaxing in the living room while Samantha put the dishes in the dishwasher. When she entered the room, her robe was open just enough for him to catch a gimps of the curly blond hair crowning the entrance to her most secret place. At the sight, he felt his penis twitch and begin to grow. She bent over his chair and kissed him, affording him a view of her lovely breasts. "I'm going to take a quick shower now and then I think we have some unfinished business," she reminded him in whisper - not that Jeremiah required reminding. "I'll meet you in the bedroom in five minutes." Jeremiah was full of anticipation as he waited for Samantha to finish showering. He went into the bedroom and lay down on the bed, waiting! She's just trying to torture me, making me wait like this, he thought. The breakfast was great, but I could have easily skipped it. Just the thought of that luscious mouth around my dick, almost makes me come! Ever since he had first heard from the older boys that there were such things as "blow jobs", he had dreamt of a beautiful young girl taking his penis into her mouth and licking and sucking it until he erupted. The mere thought of it had always been enough to get him hard instantly. And, he was hard now, and still waiting. As he heard the shower stop, he got up and shed his robe, then lay back down on the bed. No need for modesty at a time like this, he reminded himself. Samantha came into the room and smiled at the sight before her. This handsome young man with the beautiful big hard cock was stretched out ready for her. She removed her robe and draped it over a chair. Then she came over to where he lay and kissed him fervently - thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth. Then her tongue started the tantalizing journey down his chest, pausing on each of his little nipples arriving at his belly button. The goal was standing at attention just beyond, but she seemed in no hurry to reach it. Back up to his nipples her warm, slippery tongue wondered, then back to his mouth which was wide open with anticipation. This tour was repeated several times before Samantha's lips neared the tip of Jeremiah's quivering penis. She paused over it, sending light breaths of air onto its oozing tip and down the hard shaft. Then, down to his balls and more breaths. The feeling of her blowing on his balls sent waves of pleasure through him. But, when will she take me completely into her mouth? Jeremiah thought, as he reached out to her naked body to try and urge her to get on with it. But she took her time, torturing him all the while. Finally, her extended tongue was licking his balls, providing a sensation that, before last evening, the likes of which he had never even imagined. Then that wet tantalizingly warm tongue was at the base of his penis and beginning to trace a tender path up the underside of the rigid shaft. "OH!" Jeremiah moaned. Then another light blast of air and now her tongue was flicking the tiny crack from which pre-cum was oozing. Now she is licking his entire glans and the little ridge of flesh separating it from the shaft. "OH! That feels sooo good!" Jeremiah gasped. Now Samantha brought her mouth down and crammed most of the length of Jeremiah's substantial organ into it, while continuing to flick her tongue around the pulsating tip. She wrapped one of her hands around the lower portion of the shaft while moving her head up and down - her lips massaging the sensitive skin as she did. To Jeremiah, the feeling was ever more fantastic than he had dared imagine. "Indescribable" was the only word that burst into his mind as he enjoyed the intense pleasuring Samantha was administering to him. He knew he would have come in the first few seconds of such delightful treatment, except for the fact that he had done so five or six times the night before. He had lost count over the past twelve hours. Those recent orgasms seemed to have reduced his sensitivity just enough to permit him, and Samantha, to enjoy the current activity for several minutes. Finally, the moment was approaching. Jeremiah began thrusting his hips up and down on the bed and trying to push his penis farther into her mouth. But her hand on the lower part of the shaft prevented his large appendage from gaging her. She could feel it growing bigger and harder and knew that his ejaculation was only seconds away. She wanted it! She wanted to taste his man juice. With the right man, this had always been one of the events she most savored. She did not have long to wait. With yet one more violent gyration of his entire body, Jeremiah's muscles spasmed and both could feel the jet of fluid as it leaped from the tiny opening. Another, and another, and still another, until Jeremiah shrieked in painful delight as Samantha continued the torture - licking and stroking his now super-sensitive penis. She kept it up as if nothing had happened for perhaps another half minute, while Jeremiah screamed in that indescribable combination of pleasure and excruciating agony. Finally, she took pity on him and ceased her violent manipulation of his now rapidly shrinking organ, merely holding it firmly between her lips. Then, she let it drop and brought her face up to his and kissed him hard on the mouth, running her tongue in as far as it would reach. He could taste his own semen on her tongue and throughout her mouth. That was a new sensation, having never before known what it tasted like. "Well, how was that Jeri?" Samantha finally asked coming up for air, which by then, they both needed. "Wonderful. I don't know how to put it into words," Jeremiah replied, taking a deep breath and filling his lungs with much needed oxygen. "Samantha, I DO LOVE you so much. "As I told you last night, no you don't. You just think you do. But, I think you'll remember me for quite a while." "As long as I live, I'll never forget you, and how wonderful you are!" "I hope you will, Jeri, but I have to get dressed. I have a luncheon date with an old friend - a female friend, not that I owe you any explanations." As she was about to leave the apartment, they stood at the door embracing. Samantha could feel that familiar hardness against her body. "Do you have time for just once more?" Jeremiah pleaded. "I'm afraid not, Jeri. But don't think the idea isn't tempting. It is. But you know I have to run. I'm sorry." "Could I see you again sometime Samantha? PLEASE!" "We will see each other, but not to do what we've been doing, Jeri. You'll understand eventually. I hope the things we did last evening and this morning have been as pleasant for you as they have for me. You are going to make some girl, or girls, very happy. But no, we won't ever be able to enjoy each other again as we have the past few hours. Good bye Jeri." One last languid kiss and she was gone. In spite of himself Jeremiah sat down and cried. After a few minutes, he recovered enough to get dressed and make the bed. It was a mess, and his father was due home soon. He was relaxing in the living room when he heard a key in the lock. His father stepped into the hall. Jeremiah went to greet him, to shake his hand and put his arms around him. "Sorry I couldn't be here for your birthday, Son, but I trust the surprise I arranged for you made up for my absence." "Dad. I don't know what to say. Except, now I feel like a REAL man. All I can say is THANK YOU!" "I think you know better than to say anything to your mother about the little birthday present I arranged for you." "You can be sure of that, Dad. I don't tell her everything! How was your trip? I never did get the chance to watch you on TV." "Yes. That's understandable. Oh, it was okay." They spent the next hour talking about various things from sports to Jeremiah's college and career plans. One topic, which was on both of their minds but absent from the conversation, was Samantha and the evening and morning she had spent introducing Jeremiah to worldly pleasures. After Jeremiah left to return to his mother's apartment, Harold Goodman lifted the phone and dialed a familiar number. Samantha was at his door less than an hour later and let herself in with her key. "Harold. Are you here?" she called. "Be right out dear," he responded from behind the bathroom door. When he emerged, they locked arms in fond embrace. "I missed you darling. But I'm sure you didn't have much time to miss me. From the looks of Jeri, you put him through his paces. How can I ever thank you enough? I know you haven't done anything like that in several years, with anyone but me, that is." "Oh, I'll find a way for you to make amends. No I haven't, not since you transferred me out of Personal Activities. But, I have to admit I enjoyed the evening and morning with Jeri very much. He's a fine young man, Harold. And, he has the makings of a wonderful lover, just like his father. I just hope he didn't get hurt. He thinks he's in love with me. But, I think he'll get over that." "I can't say I blame him. But he'd better get over it, especially, after next week, when I introduce you to him as his new stepmother. Now dear-heart, I want to have mad sex with you. You may have gotten your fill, but I'm starved! And I don't mean I need anything to eat, unless it's your tasty pussy," he said as he led Samantha toward the bedroom.