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Reminisce

By: Ashson



"I cannot stand Cynthia and her more virginal than you attitude," announced Amelia, looking over at where the offender was currently flirting with a couple of boys.

"I know what you mean," grumbled Marie. "The way she acts we're all sluts because we're not virgins. Just because we're not virgins doesn't mean we're free and easy. Or that we had any choice in the matter, anyway."

"True," concurred Sandra. "However, with Andy as her current boyfriend she's not going to be virginal much longer, whether she likes it or not. And what did you mean by having any choice in the matter, Marie?"

"I was referring to the way I lost my virginity," said Marie. "What did you mean about Andy?"

"Let's just say they don't call him Handy Mann for nothing. He's the sort of person who won't give you much choice about when you have your cherry popped. I know from experience with his family," said Sandra with a grin.

"Well my first was sort of by choice," said Amelia, but it sounds as though you two were molested, to put it politely. How about you, Jan?"

"Bit hard to say for mine. I'll tell you about it sometime. And what does sort of by choice mean?"

"I'll tell you what. I'll explain all the sordid little details of my losing mine if you lot are willing to do likewise," said Amelia.

The four young women looked at each other and giggled. 

"That seems fair enough," said Marie. "I'll start. I don't mind talking about how I got done. I've always wanted to let someone know."

The others settled back, watching and listening as Marie cast her mind back.

"It was the summer after I turned eighteen," said Marie. "It happened somewhat like this. It was a hot afternoon and I'd been swimming. . ."

It had been a fun day but it was getting late, the breeze of the water was starting to cool things down and Marie was starting to feel hungry. For some reason the beach hadn't been over-crowded that day and even those who had come were now dispersing. Marie decided to head back to the holiday house her family was renting.

Gathering up her things, Marie looked around, trying to determine exactly where the house was compared to her current location. She was surprised to notice that the path she needed was some distance down the beach. She'd wandered further afield than she'd realised. She headed in the direction of the path.

Marie was walking part a small clump of trees when she felt the first tug on her hair. She stopped and reached up, thinking that a branch had got caught, and found her mistake when a hand took firm hold of her pony tail and pulled it.

Marie's head was jerked sharply back and a bang behind her knees found her falling helplessly. She landed flat on her back, the sand cushioning her fall, but slightly winded nonetheless.

She lay there gasping, staring at the man who still had his hand firmly entangled in her hair. He was a largish man, early thirties, in Marie's estimate. He looked fit and tanned and she was sure she'd seen him on the beach several times during the day. At least one of those times he'd been looking her over and she'd half expected him to approach.

It seemed he had finally decided to.

"Call me Jason," he said. "We're about to get better acquainted. What's your name?"

"M-Marie," she replied, once she was able to get her breath back sufficiently to speak. "What do you think you're playing at?"

"Well, Marie," Jason softly purred at her, "I saw you at the beach earlier and it occurred to me that you've got the sort of figure a man could really enjoy. So I'm going to enjoy it. 

I don't know if you've noticed, but we're really quite secluded here. If you manage to scream, anyone who is still around probably won't hear you over all those damned seagulls squawking, but I'll hear you and I'd have to shut you up. So don't scream. Understand?"

Horrified, Marie nodded. 

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

"What men are always doing to women," said Jason. "Don't worry about it. It's a perfectly natural thing to happen."

Natural or not, Marie wasn't going to let him have his way without a struggle. It took her seconds to find out that actually, she was. With his hand tangled in her hair and holding her head firmly down there was no way that she could effectively struggle. She was restricted, in effect, to waving her arms and legs about, and achieved a fat lot of nothing.

Marie swore indignantly as Jason laughed at her efforts. He was still laughing as he pushed her bikini bottom down, hooking onto it with one foot and continuing to push it down to her ankles. 

Jason kept his leg pressed firmly between Marie's, even while pushing her bikini bra up, freeing her breasts.

"Don't worry, Marie," Jason said. "I'm not just going to leap on you and rape you. I'm just going to get better acquainted with this lovely body of yours."

Jason's hand closed firmly over one white, pink tipped breast. He laughed as Marie twisted helplessly under his touch. He gently massaged the breast, rubbing the nipple erotically, before transferring his attention to the other breast.

It wasn't long and Marie could feel both breasts throbbing, her nipples taut and expectant. What was worse, she was enjoying the feel of her breasts being teased. She hadn't realised just how sensitive they were to someone else's touch.

Marie almost screamed when Jason bent down and took a nipple between his teeth. She squirmed helplessly, feeling his hot breath against her and his tongue tantalising her nipple. She gasped as he trailed his mouth across to her other breast, laving the nipple with his affection. 

She was breathing hard when Jason finally lifted his head. He looked down at her flushed face, and she could see he was laughing at her.

"You see," he teased. "It's harmless and gives you such nice feelings, doesn't it? It gets better."

Jason's hand rested once more on her breast, gently cupping it. 

"Now just feel what my hand does," he murmured.

Jason's hand slipped off her breast and started moving slowly down her body. Marie knew immediately where it was headed and tried to twist aside, uselessly, as she'd expected. She lay there, feeling Jason's hand moving steadily closer to her sensitive mound. She cursed at him, finding this as effective as her struggles.

The hand continued its journey. Fingertips lightly traced their way over her tummy, leaving curling sensations in their wake. And her vagina was waking up. She could feel her pussy tensing slightly in expectation of a foreign touch. Marie cursed even louder when she found she was waiting, curious to know what it felt like to be touched there. 

Jason's hand massaged gently across her mons, causing Marie to give a squeak of protest, followed by a gasp as his hand closed over her mound, squeezing it. Little spasms of excitement zipped through her, her mound reacting and trying to move into the touch. 

"Told you," said Jason. "Quite harmless and a little exciting, isn't it. I can tell from the way you're moving that you like my touch, however reluctantly. You're actually having fun. Even your helplessness is exciting you." 

As much as she'd like to deny it, Marie had to admit it was true. The fact that she was helpless and Jason was touching her as he wanted was exciting. If he'd been trying to rape her it would have been terrifying, but he wasn't. He was just touching.

And touching was what Jason continued to do. His fingers moved over her, into her, touching, squeezing, massaging. Marie could feel a fire burning deep inside her, the moisture rising within her just fuel for the fire. 

Marie continued her protests, knowing they didn't sound sincere even to herself. She making them purely for forms sake, and her body was enjoying his touch. She rather suspected that if he kept on touching and probing her like that she just might climax, which would really be embarrassing.

Jason finally released her pussy, withdrawing his hand and adjusting his position slightly. The relief (or disappointment) that Marie might have found at this was suddenly lost as another fact was drawn to her attention.

Marie hadn't actually noticed that Jason was naked. She had been too concerned at what he was doing to her to pay any attention to his body. But now that he had moved his hands and turned over slightly she was acutely aware that Jason was male, and excited. Glancing down she looked with horror at the erection pressing against her.

("I'll tell you right now, girls, I was petrified with fright. In hindsight, his cock was probably somewhere between six and seven inches erect, but to my eyes he looked as though he had twelve to fourteen inches there. And I'd have sworn that it was thicker than his damn arms.")

"Wh-what are you doing?" Marie whispered out of a suddenly dry mouth. "You said you weren't going to rape me."

"Actually, I said I wasn't going to leap on you and rape you. And I haven't. I've taken it nice and slowly and you'll find that it all comes together now in a nice smooth manner."

From Jason's point of view, that was probably how things went. Forcing Marie's legs further apart, he eased between them, his erection pressing firmly against her. Then he pushed forward.

Marie's arms were free and she did her best to hit Jason. He didn't, she realised with some chagrin, even seem to notice that she was hitting him. She on the other hand, could tell exactly what he was doing.

That bloody great cock she'd seen was forcing its way into her. She'd felt a flash of pain, gone before it fully registered, and nearly wept, knowing her virginity was lost. And that damn great cock was still coming. It was sliding easily down her wet passage, forcing her to yield and let him enter, heading towards the source of that burning deep within her, apparently wanting to feel the fire.

Helpless, Marie could only lie there, letting it come. It didn't hurt, she had to admit. If pressed, she would have to admit she enjoyed the feel of Jason sliding within her. She was a woman, and a man was taking her and enjoying her. Despite herself, she felt a little glow that a man found her sexually appealing.

Marie heard Jason groan as he gave one last push, grinding his groin hard against her. He was, she knew, fully inside her, and she was slightly surprised that she could take him so easily. He couldn't have been as large as she'd feared. But what was she supposed to do now? She only had the vague idea that they were supposed to move together. She waited.

Jason didn't. He was where he wanted to be and he knew just what he wanted to do. Now that Marie had taken him into her he should be able to repeat the journey more easily. The only way to find out was to try.

Slightly surprised, Marie felt Jason pulling back out of her. Was that it? No, she found, when Jason stopped and drove back into her, this time moving a lot faster than his initial entry. Then he was withdrawing again, and this time Marie was prepared for his sudden halt and return.

Marie lay there, feeling Jason pushing repeatedly into her. She was feeling very strange down there, odd urges flowing through her. She started to move in time to Jason's thrusting, finding it both easier to take and more pleasurable.

Her response, it appeared, was all that Jason had been waiting for. As soon as Marie began meeting his thrusting cock he redoubled his efforts. Marie found herself squealing, her hips bouncing frantically as she tried to keep up with Jason.

She cursed him in her excitement, relishing the feeling flowing through her and appalled at herself for enjoying it. The shame of going with Jason, meeting him halfway or better, did not stop her enjoyment of the wild sexual activity. She thrust herself unrelentingly up at Jason, taking him deep within her, stoking the fires, the pleasure and the excitement.

When Jason was ready to finish, so was Marie. A change of rhythm warned her that his time was near and she redoubled her efforts. She screamed as she felt him release his seed, the hot liquid seeming to flood through her. She screamed again as the hot splash triggered her own climax and she found herself contracting tightly around Jason, holding him firmly within her while she absorbed his seed.

She must have blacked out for a moment, Marie later assumed. When she came fully to her senses again she was alone, lying naked on the sand, Jason long gone.

"All I could do was put my bikini back on and head on home," she told the girls. "I've never actually told anyone about this before."

The four young women were quiet for a moment. Then Jan spoke up.

"Let me tell you about my first," she said. "I was eighteen and still at school. Now you know I'm not the smartest girl in the group. I know it as well, and it doesn't bother me. You know how I used to worry when exams were due and how I'd always try to avoid them?"

The other girls laughed. They all knew of some of the stunts that Jan had pulled to avoid exams.

"Well, Mr Jenkins took advantage of that fact, and that's how I lost mine."

"By Mr Jenkins, you mean our Social Studies teacher, Mr Jenkins. Young, handsome, chased by all the girls, with none of them catching him. That Mr Jenkins?" 

"That's the man. And if I'm evidence, I'd say that while the girls may not have caught him, he probably caught a number of them."

"Well, don't just stand there. Give us the details."

"But the whole thing is so embarrassing. I can't believe how dumb and gullible I was. Mind you, I was feeling guilty of dodging an exam and his suggestions on how to get the appropriate credit seemed reasonable. What happened was . . ."

There was to be an exam that morning, so Jan managed to make herself late to school. Very late. By the time she arrived that particular class was over and she had, most unfortunately, missed the exam. She was smirking when she finally arrived in class.

"Wait a moment," broke in Sandra. "What exam are you talking about?"

Jan flushed. "It was the sex education pop quiz that had been scheduled. I decided to skip it."

"But that was just a pop quiz and it was nothing. I don't think anyone failed it, or could have failed it."

"It was an exam," flashed Jan. "You know I hated them. I didn't distinguish between easy and hard exams. I hated them all, so I skipped it. Who's telling this, anyway?"

"Sorry," said Sandra. "Continue."

"Anyway, at lunch time Mr Jenkins came up to me and told me off for deliberately missing the exam. Then he said he wanted to see me in his office after school to discuss the matter. 

I didn't think anything of it. I mean, Mr Jenkins was a nice teacher. Not like one of the ones who keep trying to look up your dress and down you blouse. So after school I fronted up to his office. . ."

Jan had to wait for a while until Mr Jenkins was ready to see her. Eventually he called her in, instructing her to close the door behind her.

"I am rather disappointed in you Jan," Mr Jenkins started. "You deliberately missed the test this morning and don't bother me with any excuses you may have. We both know it was deliberate.

The silly thing about it is that it was just the end of term test on Sex Education. I'm quite sure that even you would have passed it quite easily, despite your fear of tests. We do make allowances for that when marking them, you know."

Jan just hung her head, trying to look sorry but quite relieved that she'd skipped the test. And if they tried to reschedule it for her she'd skip that as well, she thought rebelliously.

"It seems to me that we have three options going forward from here. First, we can have you sit the test by yourself or with anyone else in the other classes who might miss it. I strongly suspect that if we did arrange for you to re-sit, you'd come down with the twenty-four hour bubonic plague and miss it."

"Um, Jan, sorry to interrupt, but didn't you produce a doctor's certificate saying you missed a history test because you had the twenty-four hour bubonic plague?"

"Shut up. I didn't know he'd made the thing up. I saved it for another time, was all. Where was I? Oh, yes. . ."

"The second option would be to just mark you as failed for the subject. Unfortunately, your marks are so border-line that an extra failure could find you being held back for a year."

Jan groaned. She really didn't need to be held back a year.

"What's the third option?" she asked.

"I think I'd better get Mrs Roberts to discuss that one with you. Far more appropriate than me discussing it. She can then give you a pass/fail and let me know."

"Oh, god, no," gasped Jan. "Mrs Roberts hates me. She calls me the stereotypical dumb blonde and she'd just love to fail me. Can't you explain it to me?"

"Explain it, yes, but it wouldn't be advisable for me to conduct the test," said Mr Jenkins with a rueful smile. "It has been noticed that you are very good with practical work, such as art and home economics. Explaining things in writing and answering written questions is what appears to throw you in a loop. 

I thought that it would be possible to give you a practical test on Sex Education to see if you really understand the subject. As you can guess, I wouldn't want to embarrass you by conducting such a test myself." "I can do that? Take a practical test? I do know the answers. It's just that I go blank when I have to write them down."

"You can do that. Like I said, I can arrange a test with Mrs Roberts."

"But she hates me," wailed Jan. "Why can't you conduct the test? I know all the answers and I won't be embarrassed, honest."

"Maybe not, but I might be," muttered Mr Jenkins, just loud enough for Jan to hear.

"I don't think you've quite got the idea," continued Mr Jenkins. "A practical test is very much a hands on test. I'll give you one chance at doing it. If you want to refuse just say so and I'll pass the whole thing on to Mrs Roberts. 

To start with, you'll need to take of your blouse and bra."

"Why?" asked Jan, surprised. 

"Practical work," said Mr Jenkins, sighing. "You're going to have to identify all parts of the breast for me. This is why I suggested Mrs Roberts."

"No, no, that's fine," said Jan, hurriedly undoing her blouse. So what if he saw her boobs. He was one teacher who everyone said was safe.

Struggling to keep a straight face, Mr Jenkins had Jan touch and identify each part of her breast. He nodded in approval at her answers.

"You appear to know your answers," he said. He got out of his chair and moved around to stand next to Jan. "Now, if I stroke your nipples like this, they become erect. When do nipples normally become erect."

"From cold, from sexual excitement or during breast feeding," Jan said blushing.

"I see. So why are your nipples erect right now?"

Jan's blush deepened. "That would be sexual excitement," she admitted. "You're male and you touched my nipples and they reacted."

"Very good. Now are you sure you want to go on with this test, as it becomes a lot more personal now?" 

Jan did. She was gaining in confidence, knowing that she'd answered all questions correctly. 

"Well, just call a halt if you get concerned about any aspect of the test. We'll now review male genitalia. Undo my zip and identify all components of the male genitalia."

Jan swallowed. "Oh my god," she thought. She knew the answers but she'd never actually had any hands on experience. It seemed that was about to change.

Blushing, she unzipped and extracted the equipment located therein. Again she was pleased to find she knew all the answers, although she was rather startled to find Mr Jenkins cock swelling under her hand as she named the various parts. 

"Correct again," she was told. "Now why has my penis swollen the way it has?"

"My touching it has caused an erection," Jan answered, feeling rather flattered that his erection had sprung up like that from her touch.


Reminisce



"Very good. Now the final part of the exam. Why don't you slide down your panties and bend over the desk. You can then identify the various items I touch."

Swallowing hard, Jan reached up her dressed and pulled down her panties. She could feel herself getting warm and wet, knowing that she was going to be showing off her pussy to a man. One with an erection yet.

Then the touching started. Jan hastily named where Mr Jenkins was touching, wanting this part of the test over. When he spread her lips and slipped a finger inside her she gasped. Again he started touching and querying. 

"A few final questions," she was told. "Your internal flesh is quite wet. Why would that be?"

"Sexual excitement, brought about by you touching me there," she mumbled.

"Very good. Now, I note that your hymen is intact. What does this mean?"

"I'm still a virgin," came the whispered reply.

"Excellent. One last question. How does the hymen get broken?"

"When a man presses his erection against it?"

"Like this you mean?"

Jan froze as she felt her lips being moved apart and a large cock being inserted.

"Um, sir, I don't think you should be doing that," she mumbled.

The pressure increased. She gave a squeal as she felt the pain, her hymen yielding to the steady thrust.

"Bit late to stop now," Mr Jenkins told her. "Consider this a part of the practical test. See how well you can do."

Jan was gasping slightly, feeling what seemed, to her, to be a very large cock sliding up into her. She could feel her passage stretching and yielding, giving way to the steady encroachment of Mr Jenkins weapon of war.

His hands slid around and caught hold of her breasts. Before she could say anything Jan felt Mr Jenkins give a firm thrust and he had scored, fully home.

"OK, Jan. Move with me and we'll see if you can earn some extra credits with this little exam," murmured Mr Jenkins, and with that he pulled back and drove forcefully forward once more.

Jan gave a squeak as she felt Mr Jenkins plunging back into her. "Practical work," she thought muzzily. "I'm good at practical work."

Jan waited a few moments, unconsciously timing the way Mr Jenkins was driving into her. Then she started moving with him, timing his drives and pushing urgently up to meet them.

Hands were squeezing her breasts in time to the driving of the cock within her, while thumbs were rolling her nipples around, teasing them. Jan could feel exciting tremors spreading out from her pussy and her breasts, clamouring for her attention, driving her to writhe under the cock what was pounding into her.

It seemed to go on forever. Jan was gasping and muttering to herself, not certain what she was saying but knowing she was wanting Mr Jenkins to continue with his exam, to make her really work to earn her marks.

She was pressing frantically back against him, her bottom bobbing. She squealed when a hand released her breast and spanked her bottom.

"This is what happens when naughty girls dodge their tests," came a stern voice, and now the hand was spanking her bottom in time to the thrusting of the cock. 

Jan squealed, knowing that when she pushed back against Mr Jenkins, she was also offering her bottom for a spank, but unable to stop her herself. She had to keep riding him. Her body would allow no interruption to its pleasure.

The spanking suddenly stopped and Mr Jenkins was holding her hips in both hands. Jan squealed again, sensing what was coming. With a grunt, Mr Jenkins seemed to redouble the effort with which he was driving into her, hitting her hard and fast.

Jan was stunned when her climax hit her, unable to work out what was happening. The whole world seemed to dissolve into feeling and she was vaguely aware of Mr Jenkins spilling his seed inside her.

"When I got my senses back, Mr Jenkins was just sitting relaxed behind his desk. He told me that he'd arrange for me to get an A+ for my Sex Ed. course. I was actually grateful to him for letting me do a practical exam."

The other girls stared at Jan, not trying to hide their mirth.

"I wonder if he tried that on any other girls?" mused Marie. "You'd think we'd have heard."

"I can't believe you fell for a sex education practical exam. Whoever heard of such a thing?"

"I said I was gullible," pointed out Jan. "It was a hell of a good first time though. How about you, Amelia, with your sort of by choice?"

"Mine wasn't anything like what either of you went through. It was quite tame and disappointing really. I'd been going out with my current boyfriend for several months when it happened. We'd already started doing a fair bit of heavy petting and we both knew it was going to happen.

One day I was home alone and Peter dropped past. We were sitting on the rug, listening to music, kissing and letting our hands wander. I didn't need much encouragement to lose my panties and Peter was fingering me while I was slowly stroking his erection.

What happened was the Peter suddenly rolled over on top of me and his cock just went straight in, all the way with that single movement. I didn't feel a twinge from my hymen. I suspect all the petting had already broken it at some stage.

I have no idea who was more surprised to find that Peter had pronged me, me or him. It sort of took us both by surprise.

The trouble was that Peter was so surprised that he blew his load almost before he was in me. What you might say was a speed record for a first time and I didn't get a chance to climax. 

Needless to say I was not pleased. I told him that he'd have to do a lot better than that in future. He just laughed at me and said that the future is upon us. Then he petted me some more and after a while we tried again.

Much better the second time, but the first? A bit of a disappointment. As I said, sort of by choice. We both knew we were going to do it sooner or later. It was just that the sooner took us both by surprise.

Your turn, Sandra. What was your experience?

"Well, my family have known the Mann's for years. My parents grew up with them. One Sunday we had them over for dinner and a pool party. . ."

"It's OK, Mum," said Sandra, smiling. "I'll clear up and do the dishes. You go and relax by the pool and talk."

Sandra was still smiling as she watched her mother vanish outside. She'd quite happily do twice as many dishes as long as it kept her body out of the reach of Handy Mann and his incessant groping.

Quickly and efficiently Sandra cleared the table and set to work to do the dishes. Standing at the window she could see the pool, feeling a sense of relief that Andy was actually out there, swimming, rather than hanging around her, groping.

That's why it came as a particularly unpleasant surprise when a hand closed over her mouth and another hand was lifting her skirt and pushing her panties to one side.

Sandra tried to pull at the hand covering her mouth but it just tightened its grip, while at the same time she felt the hand that had moved her panties aside was pulling her lips apart. She was almost expecting it when she felt something pressing between her lips.

Apart from a muffled squawk, no sound came from Sandra as she felt herself being slowly taken. She did manage to get out one squeak when she felt the pain as her hymen gave before the constant pressure, but apart from that she could only stand and wait as her pussy was slowly invaded.

It seemed to take forever, her standing there, gagged and cornered while whoever it was slowly possessed her. Finally the movement ceased. Whoever it was was now fully inside her.

"Now don't make any noise," Sandra heard as the hand was withdrawn from her mouth. "You don't really want anyone coming in here and catching you screwing me, now do you?"

Slowly turning her head, Sandra looked behind her. Ron Mann, Andy's father was there. It appeared that Andy came by his groping hands naturally.

"What do you think you're doing," hissed Sandra. "Take it out at once, you rotten bastard."

The only reply she got was a laugh. Ron's hands settled on her hips and she could feel him starting to withdraw. Furious and relieved she felt him going, and wondered how she was supposed to react to this assault.

The fury remained while the relief fled, driven out by Ron's cock driving hard back into her. 

"No!" Sandra half wailed. "You can't do this. We're supposed to be your friends."

"And you can't get much more friendly than this," she was told. "Now relax. It's already happening so why fight it?"

"What? Relax and enjoy it?" Sandra snarled, writhing a little as his cock continued to beat out a happy tempo against her.

"Why not? I am?" Ron said, pushing his hands up her top to take hold of her breasts.

Startled, Sandra found that her bra was undone. The cock dancing inside her had distracted her to a point where she hadn't even noticed Ron undoing her bra.

Now Sandra found herself trying to squirm away from the hands holding her breasts and teasing her nipples. The result, to her dismay, was to push her harder against Ron, and she gasped as she found herself thrusting hard up against his cock, just as he drove it in again.

"That was certainly different," she told herself, and found herself pushing hard against Ron as he prepared to hit her again.

Sandra matched Ron's movements, half reluctantly and half with anticipation. She didn't want this but she had to admit it felt better when she pushed to meet him. OK. If pushed she'd admit that it felt good when he thrust into her like that. Oh god, she thought. I'm actually enjoying this.

Sandra could feel Ron hitting her harder and harder, squeezing and massaging her breasts at the same time. She was gasping, feeling her bottom bobbing up against Ron as he drove into her, taking her pleasure from the erotic movements within her.

Everything was getting faster and hazier. Sandra was conscious of the cock in her, pulsing, gone and then back again, retreating and then advancing with a rush while she ran to meet it. Her breathing was harsh, gasping with effort as she thrust herself hard back, wanting, needing this.

Something came sweeping over her and Sandra bit her lip in her effort not to scream. She was shuddering, her pussy wrapped tightly around Ron, holding him tight while he throbbed within her, letting loose his seed inside her.

Vaguely, Sandra was aware of Ron withdrawing, straightening her panties and then leaving the kitchen, whistling. She stayed where she was for a few moments before resuming washing the dishes.

"That, my friends, is one of the reasons I've never dated Andy. I strongly suspect that, like his father, he won't exactly ask permission before he has his fun."

"Did you ever tell your parents about what Andy's father did?" asked Marie.

"No. I just made sure that he never had a chance to get behind me again. Mind you, it was quite an experience. I won't say I'm glad it happened, but it was definitely worth remembering."

"So," said Amelia. "Does anyone want to place bets on whether Handy Mann jumps Cynthia or just on when?"

"Now really, that wouldn't be nice," Marie said. "No, the correct thing to do would be to warn Cynthia of his probable intentions. Andy just took her walking and they disappeared into those bushes over there."

The girls looked towards the bushes. Drifting through the air came the sound of a squeal, abruptly cut off.

"You're right," said Sandra with a smirk. "We should warn the poor girl. Why don't we walk slowly over there and make sure she's all right?"



Reminiscence



This is really all your doing, you know. As I lie here nude, the sweat slowly evaporating from my satiated body, I smile drowsily and recall the course of events that left me sighing with contentment. 

I was just sitting on the couch, reading Kipling and relaxing, when I heard someone at the door. I knew it was you: no one else would drop by at 10:35 on a weeknight. That's the only reason I answered the door in my pajamas: Do you really think I'd let the neighbors see me in that transparent tank and those tiny shorts? Your eyes widened as you saw me...don't think I didn't notice the dip your eyes made to stare at the nipples standing straight up to greet you. And don't think I didn't see the answering bulge in your khaki's. We went through the ritual conversation, kissing, and snuggling. My smile grows a little deeper as I remember how your breathing sped up when I bent down in front of you to pick up the umbrella you'd dropped on the floor. My breasts may not be enormous, but you do so appreciate them...

I stretch, and turn over on one side as I remember what else unfolded that night. You were sitting on the couch, kissing me, when you saw the sudden gleam in my eyes and wondered, "Now, what's on your mind?" I didn't answer you, I just pushed you back until your head rested against the pillows I had so adroitly placed against the armrest just a moment ago. Still silent, I bent over you and gently nibbled on one earlobe. That always gets you going...and it is one of my favorite tricks. You seem to think that by closing your eyes, you can pretend that my ministrations aren't sending pulses of electricity to your groin, but you always were terrible at keeping secrets. Especially when it stands up to greet my hand like that. Oh, how I love the moment when I cup your erect member in my hands...your eyes roll up into the back of your head and your breath catches in your throat. You are so much fun to seduce. 

You were wearing a button-down shirt, one I remembered from our high-school days. That was the one you wore the night of the spring dance, and I had it off of you just as quickly as I did those five years ago. You protested that since you were lacking a shirt, it was my turn to get topless. Well, faced with such logic, how could I refuse? I let you do the honors, noting the widening of your eyes as the thin fabric peeled off my body. Finally, instead of rosy shadows, you had pink nipples, hardened and ready for your ministrations. 

I love it when you tease them hard...You learned very quickly that soft overtures have no effect, and you have no way of knowing how intense the pleasure is when you nibble them with your teeth. It's moments like that that I wish you'd seduce me more often, instead of the other way around. But tonight, I wanted to seduce you. So I pushed your face off of my chest with no little reluctance, and concentrated on removing your pants. Those were easily disposed of: I stripped your boxers quickly, freeing the throbbing rod lurking within them. I paused for a quick kiss "hello" as I worked the waistband off your ankles. Your gasp made me smile.

Suddenly, and without any warning, I engulfed all of you in my mouth. Normally I play a bit more, but we hadn't seen each other in weeks and I knew you wanted release fast. I was right, too. It wasn't very long before your legs started to twitch, and your breathing sped to a ragged tempo, your eyes closed in ecstasy. A moment later, I felt the preliminary twitch in the base of your member, and soon my mouth was filled with your essence as my ears were filled with the sound of your panting. Spurt after spurt landed in my hungry mouth as I sucked every last drop from you. You opened your eyes, still slightly panting, and said," It's your turn now."

I grinned, then stood up and faced away from you. I know how much you enjoy looking at my ass, and I bent over before I pulled them off, to show you the wet spot on them. It always makes me so wet to pleasure you. That's half the fun. I pulled them off, revealing my lack of underwear, and posed seductively. 

"Where do you want me?" I asked innocently. You reached out for my hand, pulled me to you, and laid me on the couch with one leg over the back and the other on the floor. Good boy-that way you can take your sweet time pleasing me.

You gently separated my folds with your hands. (I arch my back at the remembered tingle this caused.) You lowered your face between my legs and gently licked me, bottom to top, causing my legs to tremble and my hips to buck wildly. After only a few moments, you started to slow down, and then you looked up with an anxious look on your face. 

"I'm sorry...but I had a long day, and I didn't expect any 'play' tonight-I need some sleep. I'm so sorry-I'll make it up to you tomorrow but I'm just about dead on my...well...knees." How worried your eyes looked, and how merrily I laughed as I told you not to worry, but to go to sleep.

Poor boy, you must have been totally exhausted to quit like that. My smile returns, a gentle curve that speaks of the love I have for you. Of course, you needed sleep. And as for my needs...

I walked into my bedroom, luxuriating in the feel of cool air on my naked body. I ran fingers through close-cropped auburn hair, then running those fingers down my body. They flowed over my breasts, stopping briefly to twist my nipples, and then slunk downward to graze my thighs. I shivered in delicious anticipation and pulled down the covers. I left them turned down, and fluffed up the pillows under my head. The fun was about to begin.

I took the glass of water that is always at my bedside and dipped my index finger in, making sure it got wet. I drew lazy circles around my breasts, beading extra water on the nipples and shivered once more as the cool water sent waves of pleasure surging through my breasts straight to my quivering sex. I kept dipping the finger and tracing random curlicues all over my torso, each time moving my finger closer and closer to the patch of curly brown fuzz that covered the mound between my legs. I inched my middle finger to the top of my slit, and ever so slowly slid it in between. 

I almost gasped aloud as I felt the shock of pleasure run through me. Still moving slowly, I gently slid the finger down the entire length of the damp divide, pushing it into my moist cavern to lubricate it. I traced it back up, trailing more of my own essence up to the hooded core, and the sweet feel of sliding friction made my legs tremble and my back arch. 

Tracing agonizingly slow circles around that tiny node, I moaned as I felt myself moving towards climax. I forced myself to stick to slow circles, occasionally inserting one finger into myself again to slick back up. I stopped, looked around, and grabbed a little-used tube of liquid eyeliner. I positioned it at the entrance to my glistening cave, and shoved it in. I gasped as I felt the smooth hardness enter me, and with one finger I poked it in until I was relatively full. I may be a virgin, but I love the feel of something, even if it is just your finger, inside of me. This new fullness made my breath come in ragged pants, and I knew that it was almost time. 

Once more I drew my slick finger over that tiny button, in faster and faster circles as my entire being focused on the pleasure that radiated from between my legs. Faster an faster, as my breath came in pants that soon turned to moaning gasps. Finally, I stood at the very brink, and paused a moment to savor the intense lust in my body, the feverish heat of arousal. Then my fingers slid sweetly over my core, and out of my lips burst, "OH yes....oh, fuck yes...yes...ooh...uhhnn..unnng." Soon I was incoherent, moaning and gasping and grunting as my hips bucked wildly at air, and my finger flew over my slick sex and my blood sang with my climax. I shuddered once, basking in the afterglow, and there I lie, nude, the sweat slowly evaporating from my satiated body. 



Reminiscence



One night in February he came to her, hungry, wanting her soft smooth skin under his fingertips, her warm wet tight pussy circling his cock. He had been in meetings all day and found himself at times daydreaming about slick pussies and round breasts, jolting himself back to reality when he realized the tent his cock was making in his Dockers. God he missed her but being with her was like taking a tiger by the tail, and he could never predict how the tiger might react. Would it swing around with a nasty bite or lie purring under his stroking hand?

He called her anyway, drawn to her energy and his pulse quickened at the sound of her soft voice. Yes she would love to see him; yes, dinner beforehand would be wonderful. 

As she shaved for her evening out she considered that perhaps dinner might be skipped altogether. She carefully lathered up her mound and began deftly shaving her labia, its clefts and many folds. She noticed already that she was swollen, her pussy engorging with the memory of his cock in her. She had had other lovers before and since, but his ability to get into her mind was thrilling and frightening at the same time. She cherished each moment spent with him. 

The present was all she had with him; always, always, he left with no future promise for tomorrow. His wife loved him, depended on him financially, and tolerated his outside forays into pornography but had no conscious knowledge of her husband's many affairs. His being married gave a desperate immediacy to their lovers' couplings. She had tried, he had tried many times to end it but they always found each other again.

Toweling off, putting on light makeup, she began the arduous task of sliding on garters and stockings. A soft black cashmere sweater, unbuttoned to where the shadows of her small perfect breasts began, a necklace, and high heels completed the look. Oh but wait...which skirt to wear? Should she wear a knee length skirt or a shorter one? She settled on the shorter skirt, her thighs climbing sleekly into the hem. She inspected herself in her gilt-framed mirror. Yes, she would do. She prayed a fervent prayer to the goddess of Eros that their relationship had weathered its most recent storm. She loved this man beyond reason and though she would wait for his process and need for sexual exploration to end. And if it never did, she would be much improved anyway. From the risk-laden thrill of loving an unavailable man

She loved him enough to have her heart jump when seeing his name come up on her cell phone, when he im'd her in that distinctive font. He was very sure of himself and his powers, and she met him toe to toe in all arenas but sexually. There, he demanded, directed, controlled her and she loved it.

The doorbell rang. She headed down the stairs, met him at the door, closed it behind him and sank to her knees at his feet. She reached for his zipper, her fingers trembling in their haste and desire.

He stood, watching her suck his swelling cock. Hard now throbbing, his salty precum making a long strand of silky cord between his swollen cockhead and her wet rough soft tongue. His breath caught in his throat. His fingers tangled in her soft hair, pulled her face close as she took in as much of his thick cock as she could manage.

She sucked greedily, noisily, looking up at him, her eyes glazed in lust. God, he loved this girl's mouth, her easily submissive ways, her sluttiness for his cock. In the flickering light of her front hall candle he saw the crop at her knees, next to her on the floor. Her wet mouth moved on him faster now as he held himself back from exploding down her throat.

"Get down and turn around", he said gruffly. He knew she would be wet for him; she always was when they played this game. She quickly complied, arching back into her curving ass. He lifted up her skirt, and pulled aside her garters. As he had asked, she was not wearing underwear. He could see the dew on her swollen lips. He sank to his knees on the hallway rug and as he held one hand palm down onto her upturned hips, he entered her with one deep thrust. She began to cry in pleasure, asking for more...

Their combined lust, their greediness for each other, their mingled moans bounced off her foyer walls. She finally surrendered to him as she began to cry in her orgasm. 

He plowed into her, groaning with the warm slick feel of her, tight around his swollen cock. He liked to control, prolong his cumming as long as he could. OMG she was hot tonight; it had been two weeks since he had been in her oasis of a bed. Her round, perfect ass curved up towards him. He leaned over to hear her whisper, face shoved into the soft Persian rug, "I want you to take my ass."

"You want me to cum in your ass or your pussy tonight?" he murmured huskily in her ear. She paused only briefly, "my ass," she answered, knowing what this meant.

"You sure?" She nodded her head, barely perceptively.

His was the thickest cock she had ever taken. He pulled out of her warm cunt, and pushed his head into the puckered entry to her ass. His cockhead, whitely covered with her juices, pushed hard into her. She moaned as his head entered her. This act required complete focus from her as she relaxed into him, into the pain. He used no lube, demanding she take his cock covered with her juices, alone.

"Baby, go slowly," she whispered as he stopped his pushing. Again she relaxed until he was in to the hilt. As he began to rhythmically pound into her tight ass flower she began to moan and cry. 

He reached around her to help her frig her clit with his finger. Her pussy was wet with her need and he began to let go. 

"I want your cum, give it to me deep," she begged him. 

"You want it, slut, you want it in your ass, hard" he cried, jaws clenched. He let go of her clit, and held both her hands in his behind her back now and he began to ride her, hard. He looked down to see his cock enter and pull out of her ass. As she began to cry with a combination of pleasure, release, and desire, he rocketed into his own orgasm with a loud roar. Hot, slick, deep, tight, around his cock as he shot a huge load, deeply, within her. He looked down at his hard cock thrusting until he had none left, then pulled out. Her assbud, still quivering, leaked his cum. He watched fascinated as his white spunk dripped from her now-swollen ass.

They lay on the carpet as he pulled her close in to spoon her, tenderly kissing her ear through the silk of her hair. 

"Shall we go to dinner now?" he asked her. She sleepily replied, "I already ordered out, and dinner will be here in a few minutes." 

At that moment came the knock of the door. They looked up to see the delivery man with his containers of food. From the expression on his face it was apparent that he had viewed the whole event, from the side window. He looked down at them now, dark eyes hot on her. 

She stood, readjusting her skirts, smoothing her hair, straightening her stockings before opening the door and inviting him in.



Reminiscence



I was just sitting back and trying to think of some inspiration for my next story, when this memory flew into my consciousness. Before I knew it, the whole episode was saved onto my laptop. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did at the time, Reader!

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Many thanks to MissBoePeep, Kirk and Rick for their help with editting this piece.

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The water ran like fire down my face as I thrust my head into the full force of the shower. Blasting off the fuzziness of the night the water cleared my head and I wondered what time it must be. Four? Five maybe, we'd stopped off for food on the way back from Blazer's. My feet ached from wearing heels for so long. 

Eyes screwed tightly against the wet heat, I twisted round and reached for the shelf where the shampoo should be. My arms waved wildly, meeting steamy air where normally the plastic bottle would be waiting. Cold hardness was pressed onto my waist and I thrashed about, the water making me splutter as I reeled and blinked, trying furiously to see what had assaulted my skin. 

A giggle and a click, the door to the wetroom being pulled tight.

The coldness again, and my sight returned.

Sue laughed as she took the shampoo bottle away from my waist. Uncapping the bottle she poured the pearlescent shampoo, and it pooled into one of her small palms. Returning the bottle to its rightful place, she rubbed the goo between her hands and beckoned me to spin so that she could wash my hair.

My long black tresses were soon being foamed into a frothy lather around my shoulders. Sue worked the foam into my scalp; her fingers pressing into my head. The vodka coursing through my bloodstream made its presence known as she squeezed the foam into the roots of my hair, a wooziness making me feel dizzy. I closed my eyes and let her wash away the traces of cigarette smoke. The vile stuff always clung to my hair after a night out. Why was it that the best places to spend the night dancing also housed the thickest smog clouds?

My thoughts returned from their alcohol-fuelled reverie as Sue pressed herself against me, forcing me to step back and into the stream of water. I closed my eyes and felt the warmth sliding down my shoulders, my hair falling back between my shoulder blades and down to my waist as it released the fragrant foam to the water. Her hands pulled my hair back and rinsed the last of the soap from it. 

"You always close your eyes when you're under the shower. Yyou remind me of a wet mole!" Sue's voice reverberated slightly against the steam and tiles as I heard a click, the lid of the conditioner. She manhandled my head away from the jet and began to run the cold fluid onto my head. 

"I hate water in my eyes, I always have. The kids at school used to laugh because I wouldn't put my head under the water in swimming class," I replied. "Besides, its all the more reason for you to run me a bath instead. It's much more relaxing."

"Yes, but then I don't get to sneak up on you!" she giggled again as she reached behind me and pressed the bottle of conditioner into the soft curve of my lower back. I fought the urge to squeal, remaining statuesque as I heard her put the bottle back. She massaged my head. I imagined her behind me, teetering on tiptoes to coat my raven hair in the slick pink liquid. "And I think you look cute like that, moley." 

I grimaced. Sue always came up with the cutest pet names, which she then relished to call me while we were out in town.

"Moley now? You know, it's hard keeping up a Goth appearance when your girlfriend calls you Snugglebum in front of the bartender. Can't you think of something less saccharine?"

"Nope, sorry Snuggles, I can't be anything but honest. It is snugly." 

She grabbed me by the buttocks and swivelled us gently, taking her turn under the water. Her golden hair glistened as it began to soak up the water, a vivid contrast against the blue tiling. Eyes wide open, she reached for the shampoo and lathered up as I stood and admired her. Her lids were flashed with peacock blue, a deep green lapped along the underside on the outer edges and thick black mascara outlined the largest, most sparkling pair of ice blues I'd ever seen.

As she finished lathering her hair, I passed her the facial wash, it's neat little tube snapping open and I squeezed a dollop into her hand. Black nail polish, small fingers. My girl's hands matched my own except for their petite size. 

Closing her eyes, Sue brought her hands to her face and delicately circled the cleanser, bringing off the rainbow colours into a muddy sludge. Mascara rivulets coursed down her slender neck and poured like the river Styx before vanishing in the floodwater of the main jet pounding along her form.

For a moment I thought her the perfect crying angel.

I saw my chance. I took it.

I grabbed the shower gel and whisked the clip top to the side. Pointing it at her chest, I gave it a hard squeeze. An instantaneous rope of pale blue translucent goo emerged from its top and splattered against her chest, just under her left collarbone, and trailed itself down along her breast. The goo kept flowing as I did my best to empty the bottle between her glorious cleavage and down onto her belly. Sue squealed, jumping as if I had connected her up to the mains. 

Shampoo, face wash and blue shower gel ran down her body and into the puddle of foam at her feet. Her eyes clenched tightly against the soap. She bent and forced her hands forwards to fend off her attacker. I dropped the shower gel bottle into the rapids below.

Grabbing her wrists neatly and bundling them into one hand, I brushed the soap from her eyes and rinsed my fingers under the water and rubbed again, making sure that her blues were free from soap. The cold shower gel mess pressed against my belly and right bosom, and I was reminded how much taller than my elfin partner I was. 

"Now who's the mole, moley," I breathed into her ear.

"OK, OK, you win Snugglebum." 

I shook my head, the cooling wet hair waving along my back and I spun her to the side, squishing us both in to share the warmth of the water. "You look even cuter when you're surprised, honey." I met her gaze and grinned as she broke into a smile. "Now come here and finish getting washed up."

As Sue took to rinsing off the remnant of shampoo and cleanser, I made the most of having her midriff to myself. Her breasts rounded as her hands were lifted to drag through her hair. Nipples raised, tempting me to nibble. If it weren't for the threat of a mouthful of soap...I almost regretted my choice of ammunition. Still, easily remedied. My hands ran up the soapy-slick sides of her ribcage and converged on her globes, my thumbs pressing gently into that softest of flesh beneath her nipples. I cupped round the outside of each sizeable mass and slid over, my fingertips pulling her flesh towards me. The gel slid between my palms and her breasts as I massaged them lovingly. 

Perhaps a little too lovingly. 

"Babe," she said, giggling. "I'm fairly sure my tits aren't that dirty."

I loved her breasts, far too big for the rest of her torso. She was a true hourglass, emphasized by years of corset wearing. I let my hands drop to her waist and pulled her as close as I could.

Her eyes opened as she leant in, gazing up at me. We were day and night, her blond hair to my black, those topaz blues far outshining my deep chocolate-dark brown ones. 

The water continued to pour, slithering along our joined bodies, keeping us just warm enough to languish. Sue pulled the last of the water from her hair and tilted herself away from the splashing torrent. Our bellies and breasts slithered too, the gel still thick on her breasts. Gently she pushed me away and leant my back against the tiles. The shower head angled over her back now and I imagined the stream snaking its way between her buttocks.

Leaning downwards my lips found hers as she pressed against my slippery skin. She tasted of sweet cola, her breath warm and sugary. My hands splashed in the water, coiled again around her waist. Kissing a woman, this woman, was always so different to kissing a man. Sue responded to my insistent pressure by writhing her tongue against my lower lip and into my mouth hungrily. There was never any hurry in her kisses yet somehow they made me feel her urgency. I drew a finger along her cheekbone, feeling down to her jaw line. Cradling her head in both hands, I kissed her deeply, my fingers fanning out into her wet hair and along the back of her neck.

Her hips pushed against me involuntarily, my ownership of her head and the kiss turning her on in a way that she found irresistible. At a full eight inches taller than her, I couldn't help but take the more masterful role in our partnership. When I met Sue for the first time, it was as model and photographer. She placed an ad in a magazine we both read, for young "alternative" models for her derelict building shots. She needed someone, male or female, who wouldn't object to a bit of law-bending, breaking into sites for her photo shoots and also involving nudity. I'd never done anything like that before. I wasn't a natural exhibitionist, but I thought her ideas sounded interesting. 

A week after writing, I sat naked on rough floorboards in an abandoned mental institute. The sound of the shutter puncturing the hum of distant traffic worked as a strange aphrodisiac, not to mention the stunningly curvaceous woman operating the camera, and soon not only was I shivering from the cold but from the desire I held for this woman and the fear that she might not be open to any kind of advances. She had mentioned a boyfriend. After two hours of chilling shots in the asylum, having been asked to look everything from "vacant" to "abused", staring into space, I ached from top to toe. She finally told me it was time to wind it up and to just look natural as she finished the last roll of film. I couldn't help it; I threw caution to the wind and touched myself. 

The shutter clicked as I went from gazing at her hungrily, my breasts in my hands, to orgasming there on the floorboards, my hair sweeping up the dust as I squirmed on my fingers for her in front of the camera. My eyes closed in my moment of bliss; I felt a careful and gentle touch on my face. 

Back in the shower, she pulled out of the kiss. 

"What'cha thinkin about? You're breathing like a steam train." Her hands lingered on my waist, her eyes peering up at me.

"Just the first time we met, little one. I think the vodka has made me nostalgic." I met her gaze, wondering how she became more beautiful every time I looked at her.

"Ahhhh. The first time I got my hands on you, we were both shivering. You from the cold and me from excitement! I never thought my model would turn me into a slutty pornographic photographer. It was meant to be art until you started being a brazen Amazon on film for me." 

A smile played its way over her lips before being bitten into submission, her bottom lip suddenly clenched between her teeth. A look that always made my pussy walls clench in on themselves and now was no different. I could feel my chest and neck flush with arousal as I watched that lip.

"You know, until I met you the idea of kissing a woman never even figured in my dreams." The lip was released to allow her words to caress me. "Then all you have to do is get all libidinous in a derelict building and before you know it," her fingers began to slide their way down from my waist towards my shaven cunt, "you've gotten me naked and freezing cold, a broken wheelchair pressed in my back and your hair draped on my thighs." Her fingers reached the edge of my mound, the closely shaven skin beginning to cleave apart over my pelvis. Deftly she pushed her index finger between my labia and ran it quickly back, sliding swiftly over my emerging clitoris and further until she entered my pussy. Swirling her digit around she gave me the briefest of thrills before dragging her hand back and up to her face.

"If I'd have known it could be so sweet," she said as she ran her finger along that errant bottom lip," I never would have left it so long to discover the pleasure of women." She pulled her lip into her mouth, biting and sucking on it deviously, tasting me. She then leant up for a kiss, clashing her lips against mine then weaving her finger into our tangle. A trace of my own musk slipped into the kiss as her finger stole into our moment. I tasted her clean fingerprint, her finger beginning to wrinkle in the damp shower, before being replaced by her tongue once more. My foot moved of its own accord and swept itself behind her calf, entwining us at the ankle.

Her hands caressed their way along my ribcage as they wove down towards my hips. Her body leaned into mine as our kiss deepened. Fingertips on my right hip. Her right hand moved to the wall, steadying her weight as her wrist slid past my arm.

Her left hand was impatient. Her fingers pulled away only to be replaced between my upper thighs as she wriggled her way in, making me take a wider stance on the tiled floor. Her body leaned in more forcefully and I gasped out, partly from the shock of the cold tiles as my buttocks squashed against them and partly as her fingers delved unquestioningly between my pussy lips.

"You're in a rush this morning, sugar," I mumbled into the kiss.

"You know who will be waking up for work any time baby, and I don't want him spoiling our time together. You're mine."

The irony of her statement grated on me. Liam was her boyfriend; if anyone should be worried about being interrupted it was me. He was happy for Sue to play out with me but it was on the understanding that anything more than a kiss was shared between the three of us. I preferred to keep it just Sue and me. 

I started to wriggle free from her clutches, the moment tarnished by the mention of her boyfriend. Before I could regain my balance away from the wall, Sue forced two fingers inside me and curled them against the wall of my cunt.

"Where do you think you're going, pussycat. You don't get away that easily, minxy." 

Her breath was warm against my neck as she bent her head to plant a wet, open-mouthed kiss above my collarbone.

"You think you can make doe eyes at me whilst being fondled by that creep of a guy in Blazers and get away with leaving me hot and bothered now? I saw him with his hands up your skirt, you staring at me over his shoulder while his fingers must have been making you nice and wet for me." 

Another kiss, on my collar this time, as her fingers pressed further into me. Her palm cradled against me, squashing my lips closed against my clit. I could feel myself swelling down there as she pulsated her hand against me, a tingling sensation growing between my legs in response to her direct assault.

She mumbled against my skin, planting kisses over the top of my breasts between sentences. 

"I love the games we play when we're out."

Fluttering kisses merged on my chest.

"Like when you tease my pants aside on the dance floor and I think everyone must be able to smell me, you make me so hot."

Another flutter, lower this time, in the centre of my breasts. Fingers burrowing in my pussy, teasing the flesh of my walls and around the softness of my spot.

"The way you look at me while you make out with men, like tonight."

Her eyes looking up at me this time as she viciously digs deeper between my legs. I can't help but moan, my clit jarred into action by her needful thrusting. Her hand sets up a throbbing, rocking motion. Those blue eyes staring up at me are those of a predator and I can feel myself oozing onto her fingers with desire. 

I watch as she grazes her teeth along the tops of my breasts, her lips dragging along the steam-coated flesh. I'm quivering on her fingers, the sound of the shower still pattering down her back as she stoops to tend to my breast. Blood red against snowy skin, she teases my flesh with her lascivious licks and kisses.

"I just love how naughty you are for me!" She snarled this against my nipple, and I tremble. She's vital, animalistic, and her fingers are making my pussy snarl back at her. I can feel my orgasm building. I should be ashamed at how quickly, deftly she can bring me off. She must know how much power she has over me with her touches. 

Her voice is thick with arousal. "Can we play the hunting game tonight? I love that one." I slide down the wall as she straddles my thigh, her heat pressing against my leg. Her mound presses tightly against my flesh. Circling her hips as she pleases herself on my leg, she slips a third finger into my swollen pussy. Lyrically her swaying matches the thrumming of her fingers inside me and I moan as she looks up at me again. My nipple floats in front of her lips and I think to myself, all you need to do is take that into your mouth and I'm going to cum.

She chatters insistently, ignoring my pink flesh bobbing by her mouth. I want to grind against her palm, force her to bring my climax on, but we're delicately balanced, her weight making me brace against the wall and leaving her entirely in control of my orgasm. She's talking about the game; we play it when we go to one of our favourite clubs that is full of dark corners and secluded nooks. Taking in turns to pick a "prey" man, we use each other and our full woman-on-woman charm to entice the prey into a corner. It used to be for a kiss, but last time the game had been upped and my success had been pinned on me giving the prey a blowjob.

"Every time I masturbate now I can't help but think of you going down on that guy, you looked so sexy. But it's your turn to pick tonight" she was saying, her lips grazing the tip of my nipple and making me pant. "But it'll have to be back to kisses, I can't cheat on Liam."

I growled at her and gave up being a good girl, waiting politely for her to let me drown her fingers in my juices. I thrust my thigh up into her, forcefully enough to elicit a groan as her honey coated my skin. Swivelling us ninety degrees, I pinioned her up against the back wall of the wetroom and shushed her with a deep kiss before she questioned me. The water from the shower was scalding the back of my neck as we sheltered under the showerhead. 

My tongue fought for supremacy and soon I was thrusting into her throat passionately, her breath fast on my cheek. She clawed up at my breasts, grabbing the flesh with sudden desperation. She moaned into my mouth, and writhed her cunt onto my leg. I grabbed one of her wrists and pressed her hand back to my soaked pussy. 

"Not only will you stop wittering on about your half-wit partner" I growled as I reluctantly pulled away from our kiss, "but you will make me cum, you cruel little pussytease." 

Sue moaned as I dragged my thigh further up her crease, her heat spreading over it. Her face was the picture of desire, and her fingers renewed their efforts inside me. Her head bowed, her free hand bringing my breast to her mouth as we tangled together there in the shower. My blood surged. I felt her splay her legs wider as if to take my thigh into her. 

I tipped my head back to feel the shower suddenly pounding its scalding power onto my face. Behind the roaring of its jetting water I could hear the slopping of Sue's hand as she took to pounding my pussy with her hand. Withdrawing her fingers to their tips, then thrusting back in again, she fucked my pussy quickly. Her palm hit my clit sharply and soon her thrusts brought me back to the edge of orgasm. My head snapped forwards, hot water spilling down my face as I panted suddenly and desperately, gasping for air and swallowing boiling water with it. 

I stood there, dripping water down my drooping head and onto her hair below as she chewed on my breast, sending shocks of hot pleasure down to my cunt. My pussy was clenching at her fingers, begging them not to leave this time, a mixture of water and my honey sliding and splashing over her hand as she forced her digits into me. I began to groan uncontrollably, the combination of her ministrations to my breast and hot finger fucking too much for me now. She gave one final thrust before mashing her hand against me, two fingers inside me, the rest of her hand squeezing against my clit and labia. Delicious fire lapped at my clit before bursting and filling my whole cunt as I screamed out my pleasure. One hooked wriggle of her fingers and another blast of heat threatened to bring me to my knees. Water poured down my neck unnoticed as I abandoned myself to her, my whole body struggling to maintain some kind of balance as I quivered in bliss. I thought I would faint, the imploding ecstasy so strong.




Reminiscence



Gradually, I regained some kind of sanity.

"Happy, honey?" The nymph entwined on my thigh looked up at me innocently; the only clue to her filthy skills a slight lift of her smile.

"As always, baby. I supposed you expect me to reciprocate?" I smiled angelically at her as she removed her fingers from my sodden pussy. I gave a suggestive glance to her as I reached for the showerhead and unhooked it from the stand.

"Well, I hope you're not going to be selfish." She reached up and kissed me, and I manoeuvred the shower down and played it on her thighs. 

"Me, selfish?" I murmured into her ear. "Never." 

I lifted the showerhead back up and sprayed it onto my hair. "But you left the conditioner on too long, my hair will be all greasy now. So I'm going to wash it all out, while you go and make us breakfast. I think it best to leave you a little steamy anyways. You'll need to be for tonight."

She pouted. "I told you, I'm not going to cheat on Liam and suck cock. Unlike you I do have some morals." She tipped her head to one side and looked defiantly at me.

Ouch. Bitch. 

"An accurate observation, little one, but one for which you can pay by making us both a fry-up. I don't intend to make you suck another guy's cock, angel. I'm going to choose you out some female prey." 

I slapped her on the rear and sent her, grinning, to scurry out of the shower.



Reminiscence



He remembers the mornings the two of them spent in his house, it took them three tries to get it right after all. They were friends, and then they talked about other people, and then they talked about it, you know, they both watched enough of it on the Internet and they know how to do it and also who was doing it with whom. She'd never seen a boy naked, and she was only the second girl he'd ever undressed. They talked about it, then, and did it over instant messaging in that strange mesmerising way, seducing each other with text on a screen, one hand on the keyboard and the other in their pants.

And even then it took them three tries to get it right. She came to his home and there was normal conversation and they went out for lunch, but never made it back. The second time she came they went into his bedroom but never touched the bed, and he didn't quite dare to lay a finger on her. And she, she was shy as well, even though she wanted it, wanted him, she didn't know how to start. Third time lucky, as they say, and so suddenly as they were sitting side by side at a table she hugged him, and, not knowing what to expect, he laid his hand on her breast. 

It was very quick after that. She felt his fingers find her nipple and moaned, and she pulled his shirt off him, and he almost lifted her bodily, so eager were they to get into the bedroom. She undressed to her underthings and pushed him into bed, pulled off his shorts and noticed that his cock was straining at the elastic of his briefs, and giggled in excitement. He remembers the sunlight; she was lit from behind by the rays in the dusty room where, in a corner, laundry was hung out to dry. And she let him undo the clasp on her bra and slowly pull her girlishly unmatching underwear down, and they were both gloriously naked, him just starting to put a little weight on, and she, lithe, expectant, already moist, small breasts heaving, nipples hard. 

And they lay side by side and face to face on the bed, his hand on her waist, trying to control his trembling, and she, not knowing what to do with her hands anymore, clasping them to her chest as if trying to hide her nudity. They know not to have sex; it's risky, and neither of them have any experience with it. But they try. She suddenly reaches to touch his cock and he shudders, asking her to grasp it more firmly. He aches, and she pushes him over onto his back, gets up, and straddles him, all the while squeezing that hardness she finds flattering.

They have spoken about masturbation, they discovered it at an early age: she did when she started rocking her chair at school and really, really liked the feeling, and he thought it was a method to make extra pee come out at night. And so they keep doing it, even after they learnt the real biology of those actions. They have flirted agonisingly online, each dropping hints until the girl thinks – fuck it, let me do this – and now they are here, she is seated on his thighs, body taut as a rubber band, and the air is warm.

She moves to put her cunt on his cock, and he feels her wetness. Both start moving together, bound in the rhythm of an ancestral knowledge. She is wet, deliciously squelching against him, knowing he likes this and that he has wanted her, and he, pinned under her, is enjoying this ride, he is bouncing her up and down and sliding her back and forth, enjoying the feel of her skin, the sweat they are making, and the way she collapses on him when she comes, breasts pressed in between them like soft pillows. 

He pushes her over, kisses her neck, licks the mounds of her chest, suckles on her nipples. She arches and moans, and his cock presses against her opening. They look at each other and agree that won't happen, so he simply teases the sweet spot with his tip. She wants a kiss, and he says no – those are only for his girlfriend, he says, and she's okay with that, so he gets on top of her and they grind and he comes on her body like she wants. She rubs it into her stomach, laughing, both breathing hard from their exertion and the sheer crazy futility of it all. They know pleasure, now, she does, unlike his bumbling first fumbles with another youthful lass hidden away in the corners of their school in the steamy afternoons.

They wash together; she comments on how she has never felt it be this good, and he laughs and pulls her close under the shower, deliberately sticking his cock in between her legs. They pretend to fuck, relishing the pumping actions they've always seen and admired, and the slapping sounds. She towels off with his towel, making a point of running the whole length along her cunt, and while he dries, picks their clothes up off the floor. She leaves. He goes back into the room, opens the windows as wide as they possibly will go. The room smells of sex and human exertion, and it is pleasurable; the sunlight streams in now, but the dust remains. His body glistens still with moisture.

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They go at it again, a week later. She teases him, saying she's bought new underwear, a matching set, and will wear it for him. He eagerly awaits her arrival, timing the trains carefully, throwing the front door open when he hears her footsteps. It's faster for them now. Once the door is closed they throw themselves at each other, him still carefully avoiding kissing her, she already pulling his shirt off, demanding he get naked first again. They settle in front of his computer, and she, fully clothed, sits on his lap, while surfing for pornography. Something good comes up, so they watch it together, and he tugs at her top, saying take it off for me, so she does. She starts squeezing her own breasts, while he holds on to her waist. After a while he's aching from the hardness and the smell of her skin close to his, so he stands her up and pulls her jeans off.

They stand in front of the long mirror for a while, admiring each other's bodies. Her hand reaches for his cock again, but he dances away, and comes at her from behind, embracing her tightly. The underwear is turquoise, with little black ribbons. He lifts her off the floor this time, carrying her to the bedroom while tickling her tummy with his nose, and they laugh when both of them crash into bed together. She gets on top of him again, and they do the same things, he touches her all over, nibbles at her hands, holds her breasts in his palms, all while she moves on top of him, spreading her wetness all over his cock and balls. 

She comes, and he sits up, but she pushes him down, saying she wants to come again, and they go at it so fast this time he pulls her down on top of him and pounds their bodies together. She whimpers in pleasure, and when she is done she gets up and scoots lower down his body, and his eyes widen in shock when he sees his thing disappearing into her mouth, and her head bobbing up and down on top of it. (Later they joke. She says I've yet to kiss a boy but I've already put your dick in my mouth.) He moves the rest of her body over, and spreads her thighs, licking what's there in front of him, and they both shudder. He is close to coming, and he warns her, so eventually she finishes him off by hand, him shooting all over himself, and her rubbing it all over his stomach like she did to herself the last time. 

They shower. The sunlight is dusty in the room again. They embrace after drying, both naked, while she says she doesn't like her body and he takes her left hand and her right breast and squeezes both. They never do it again, though she is to expose herself to him and him to her online, telling each other their sweet perversions. And after this they are no longer friends, even though he tries to remind her how much pleasure she had in his arms while she was moaning under his ministrations, head held between her legs, tongue flicking at her centre. They never speak again, because the elephant in the room is too large, their tryst too close for comfort. They know how each other looks naked, and he never forgets; he hopes she never does as well. They see each other in real life twice, three times in four years after that, and it will be even more awkward than when both of them stood in his bedroom and dared not do anything. 



Reminiscence of Passion



She awoke with the sunlight streaming in through the nearby window, creating a shadow of the mini-blinds on the wall in front of her. Blinking her icy blues in the light, she looked next to her and gazed upon His face. She trailed a fingernail across His cheek, careful not to wake Him. She slid it over His neck and down His strong arm which was draped over her. A smile crept across her lips and her tongue moved slowly over them as she recalled the night before.

He came home from work and she greeted Him in her usual outfit. A black corset with a bit of lace across the top, showing off her ample bosom, garters stemming from the bottom and connecting to her thigh-high fishnet stockings, a matching g-string to show off her luscious ass which was barely covered by a short black skirt, a beautiful pair of strappy, 2 inch, black heels on her feet completed the look. He smiled when He saw her, embracing His love and whispering over her lips, "Good evening, pet." before kissing her deeply. Their tongues danced and caressed each other, His arm wrapped tight around her waist, holding her close to Him. Her arms moved to drape over His shoulders, her hands resting on the back of His head, not wanting the kiss to end. She whined a little when He pulled away from her, though that grin of His told her He wasn't done with her.

He took her small, slender hand into His and led her over to the couch, pulling her into His lap as He sat down. She reached down and slowly unbuckled each strap of her heels, setting them down nearby before she settled in, facing Him, her legs wrapped around His waist and her feet pressed against the back of the couch. He smiled at her and wrapped His arms tight around her, placing His cheek against hers, He whispered in her ear how warm she was. She smiled and began to nibble His ear, down His neck. His hands slid down to her ass, lifting what little material of the skirt there was, and squeezed her ass as she squirmed against Him. Slowly, He moved His hands up to the laces on the back of her corset, pulling at them, loosening them from the fabric as she trailed her mouth down to His collarbone, tugging His shirt out of the way and biting down gently. She held the warm skin between her teeth and moved her tongue over it, as His fingers deftly worked at the laces until they were completely undone, and slid the corset off of her and onto the floor.

He tilted His head to nip at her neck and she moaned as His mouth moved down to her chest. He covered her nipples with His mouth, sucking on them until they reached their full hardness, pulling her hips forward so that she could in turn feel His. Her hands curled in His hair as she ground her hips slowly against Him. The heat increased between her thighs and she trailed her hands to the hem of His shirt, playing with it before slipping it over His head, breaking the lock His lips had over her nipples. After she tossed His shirt to the side, she moved her hands once again to the back of His head and guided Him back to her chest. He looked up at her and grinned before sucking her hard nubs back into His mouth, nibbling them, running circles around them with His tongue. She moaned and drug her nails down His back, trailing them around His sides and up over His abs as she squirmed against the bulge in His pants, letting it rub against her warmth.

Her fingers trailed lightly over the waistband of His pants, teasing for just a moment before moving to the button and undoing it, sliding the zipper slowly down as she grinned at Him. He raised His hips up as she slid off of His lap, tugging His pants and boxers down to His ankles. He kicked off His shoes and she pulled off each sock slowly, tucking them into His shoes before setting them aside. She gazed up at Him as she slid His pants from His ankles, tossing them into the growing pile of clothing. She moved back up, grazing her body against His legs, letting her face come less than an inch from His hardness. He groaned as her hot breath washed over Him. She smiled up at Him before standing and unhooking the garters from her fishnets. His hazel eyes moved over her, drinking in her form as she turned to face away from Him. Her thumbs locked into each side of her g-string, tugging it down over her cheeks and down her thighs. She bent over at the waist as she slid them down further, her skirt lifting up and revealing most of her backside to Him. He grinned and couldn't resist reaching up to give it a nice firm smack causing her to jump slightly. "Mmm, thank You, Sir" she whispered before stepping out of her panties and adding them to the pile. As she moved her hands to the waist of her skirt, the sound of His deep, low growl stopped her. "Leave it" was all He uttered as she turned her head, looking at Him over her shoulder.

She smiled and turned slowly back around to face Him, placed a knee on either side of His hips and slowly settled down onto Him. His arms moved back around her waist, hands moving all over her soft, warm back as she tilted her head down, bringing her lips to His, her tongue moving slowly across His lips. Her hands cupped the side of His face briefly before sliding down to His chest, grazing over His nipples, taking them between her thumb and forefingers, He sucked in a quick breath as she pinched them slightly. He leaned forward and nibbled on her ear, her head tilted to the side exposing more of her neck to Him as His nibbles moved down it. She began to slowly move her hips against His and He responded in kind, His breath staggered as His hardness pressed up against her heat. She moaned softly and slid her hands down His abs, resting as they met between Their bodies, lightly moving across His thick member, feeling her own wetness on it, she held it against her mound.

"Mmmmm", He groaned, "You are driving me nuts, pet... are you going crazy as well?" She moaned and whimpered softly, "yes, Sir, very much so." He grinned wickedly and asked, "Why should I give it to you?" She groaned and ran her tongue down His neck, whispering against His ear, "Because I've been such a good girl, I've missed Your touch... and I need You..." He nipped gently at her neck and whispered back, "Badly?" She squirmed hard against Him and whimpered a "very badly, Sir..." His sly grin crept over His lips once more as He took His throbbing cock into His hand, rubbed the tip against her clit in small circles before sliding it further down, resting it at her opening. She breathed in sharply and gazed down, keeping those ice blue orbs locked onto His hardness as He lifted His hips and moved just an inch inside her velvet walls. She gasped and whimpered, trying not push herself down upon Him when He grasped her hair roughly and pulled her head to His for a deep, probing kiss, sliding another inch inside her wetness. She moaned into His mouth and lost her control, trying to sneak herself forward onto His cock. "Ah ah ah, pet" He told her as He shook His head, sliding His glistening cock out an inch. She groaned and sat still, resting her forehead against His, pleading with Him, "pleeeease Sir..." He smiled at her as He spoke, "Patience, My pet... good things come to those who wait." She nodded and bit her lip softly and, as He told her what a good girl she was, He moved His hips forward again, sliding two thick inches into her waiting pussy.

Her head fell backwards as her walls squeezed down around His member. He brought His hand down and circled His thumb over her clit, diving briefly into her wetness and back up. She moaned and wriggled, moving her hand to His shoulder, she squeezed it tight as He slid two more inches into her... then teasingly removed them, waiting for the whimper He knew was coming before thrusting hard up into Her, burying His cock completely inside her, her loud moans driving Him crazy. Her head moved down and she nibbled at His neck, uttering a muffled "Thank You, Sir" against His neck as she suckled the flesh there. He lifted one of her breasts to His mouth, nipping at the nipple before covering it with His mouth, sucking hard on it then biting down harder, causing her to groan low in her throat. Her hands moved to the back of His head and curled in His hair, tugging on it, coaxing louder groans from Him.

Suddenly, He moved His hands under her thighs and lifted her as He stood up, walking Them towards the wall and pushing her hard against it. She gasped as she felt the cold wall against her heated body, instinctively wrapping a leg around His waist and pulling Him closer to her. He jumped as she tilted her head down and bit His collarbone hard, groaning and speaking against His captured flesh, "Take me, Sir..." He growled and thrust harder against her, her body slamming against the wall, pinning her to it as His balls slapped hard against her ass. She groaned and bit down harder on His collarbone, her nails dragging down His back, leaving red lines in their wake. His back arched as He growled louder, looking down at her arched neck He took the opportunity and sunk His teeth deep into her flesh, causing her to cry out against His own captured skin. Their noises became more animalistic as He continued to pound her into the wall, exchanging bites, groans and growls, nails leaving deep scratches on each Other's skin as They let loose.

He grasped her wrists and pinned them above her head as she moaned, "Ohh Sir... please... please may I cum for You." He growled low in her ear, "Yes pet, cum for Me now." He bent His neck to bite hers hard as His cock began to shoot hot spurts of cum into her tight, wet hole. She trembled hard against Him as she let herself go, her pussy spasming over His cock, groaning and crying out as the pain shot through her body. He moaned loudly as He continued to slam into her, her muscles clenching and unclenching Him. She dug her heel into His back as her body continued to shake, Their combined fluids running down her thighs as she panted and gasped for breath.

Breathlessly, He gathered what remained of His strength to carry her over to the bed, laying her gently on her back. She let out a deep sigh as she felt the coolness of the sheets against her warm, slick skin. He lay there above her, His softening cock still nestled within her as she moved both legs behind His back, keeping Him held close. Laying her hands on the back of His neck, she pulled His face to her and kissed Him softly between breaths. He smiled and rolled Them to Their sides, kissing her deeply before whispering softly, "Tired, pet?" She smiled at Him and nodded softly, "I am quite exhausted, Sir." He returned her smile and whispered against her ear, "Then let Us sleep now."

Her moans broke her out of her daydream as she realized she had three fingers buried deep inside her dripping pussy and was very close to cumming. Her eyes opened slowly and she was startled, halting her movements when she saw His beautiful hazel eyes looking back at her. He grinned and spoke softly, "Don't stop on my account, pet, I have been enjoying watching you." Lowering His voice to just barely above a whisper, He moved His face next to hers, His warm breath washing over her neck, "Cum for Me...."



Reminiscences



Copyright, 2001, NCmVoyeur@aol.com

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victoria . . . yes my love . . . we needn't come to this place . . . but i'm glad you are here with me . . . yes i know james . . . but i do enjoy our visits . . . it is our special place . . . yes indeed quite special . . . though not just our place . . . the boy seems to like coming by too . . . yes . . the boy . . . it is a bit puzzling how he seems to linger when he passes by . . . it is but a moment my dear . . . i do not mind his presence . . . all is but a moment my love . . . just as when i first saw you . . . time seemed to stand still  . . . and what do you remember of that moment james . . . oh such memories . . . returning home from those terrible years of fighting . . . miss hampton hosting a reception by her garden . . . you were there . . . standing . . radiant in a blue flowing dress . . . i couldn't believe it was the same victoria i'd seen before leaving for the war . . . it was shameful of me to notice how your bosom had blossomed in those years . . . but i felt such yearnings within me . . . you seemed hesitant to approach me . . . such a strong brave soldier scared of a frail young girl . . . not a frail girl any longer but a woman with the grace and curves of maturity . . . a rose in bloom on display in the garden . . . when you'd come to court me your gaze alone would make me flush . . your eyes entranced me . . . your body enthralled me . . .such imagination my love . . you couldn't see my body . . not till the wedding day but my mind wandered as we would stroll together . . . our wedding was beautiful . . i was so excited yet scared . . . you were so big and strong . . i worried i wouldn't please you . . . i had faced enemy fire but i was never as nervous as i was taking you afterward to the little cottage . . . so alone . . . together at last . . so excited . . my love . . my wife . . perhaps i myself was too nervous to notice . . . i had no idea women's garments could be so complicated . . . so much to unlace . . so many hooks . . each part of you revealed was like a secret beautiful mystery . . . it was not your first time my love . . as it was for me . . . no . . i succumbed to shameful women during the war . . . i wanted my lover to teach me . . i had no illusion it was your first time . . . you are gracious . . . i know you suffered terribly during that awful war . . . i heard it in your dreams . . those anguished cries in the night . . . how i wanted them to go away . . . what things you may have done i accepted and forgave you . . . being with you made those memories bearable . . . i was excited to have you for my husband . . though embarrassed in my nakedness before you . . . i did not want to embarrass you . . . you sensed my discomfort . . . covering me in the linen blanket before joining me in bed . . . your kisses were so soft and tender . . . such a contrast with your rough beard . . your calloused hands . . your hard muscles. . . your skin was so smooth and white . . i was afraid i'd be too rough . . your kisses left my lips . . . moving to my neck . . i loved the smell of the lavender which you had placed there . . even my ear lobes . . i never knew they could be such a source of pleasure . . . you pulled the blanket slowly down . . revealing my breasts . . . how i had longed to see you . . . by then i was more comfortable . .though still conscious of my body . . . i wanted to look at my bride . . such excitement to see what your dresses had only allowed me to imagine . . . the curves of your bosom . . the dark pink circles at the ends . . for the first time i realized you were as fascinated with me as i was with you . . . how you took your finger and traced around the circle . . .so slowly . . like a child with a new toy . . such curiosity and delight . . . i wanted to discover every inch of you . . . i didn't even notice my breathing start to increase . . every movement of your finger seemed to send currents through my body . . i wasn't sure how to act . . my voice betrayed me . . . like a mouse surprised in the night . . how well your breast fit in my hand . . my wife . . my love . . . you kissed it . . first on top . . the scent of your skin thrilled me . . . when you kissed the nipple i feared i would faint . . . you shuddered my dear . . with that simple kiss . . . i lingered wondering if it was out of pleasure . . oh it was . . . before trying again . . or daring to expose the other . . . i felt your chest . . hairy and wide . . next to me . . you turned . . i had been looking at you . . i blushed at realizing your manhood was now exposed . . i got scared again . . . i saw that look in your eyes . . how i wanted you . . but did not want to hurt you . . the tension was unbearable . . that's when i pulled you to me . . . yes you did . . . that was wrong . . it was your decision . . no my love that comforted me . . thank you for keeping the blanket over us . . i'd have died of shame otherwise . . . though i loved you . . . you tensed as i moved on top of you . . .your body was so large . . i was afraid my legs . . . my body . . . wouldn't open . . they did . . and of their own motion it seemed . . . yes . . .they did . . those first sensations i'll never forget . . the pressure of you against me . .pushing . . finding your way . . opening my body . . . i felt like i was walking on the first thin ice of late autumn . . tentative . . . afraid to plunge in . . . your gentle smile relaxed me . . then i moved into you . . . oh . . such terror and delight . . . such blissful pain . . so warm and wonderful . . . i loved you and wanted you so . . yes victoria my beloved . . we joined our souls then . . as we do now . . we became better lovers in time . . . indeed my love . . i grew more confident in myself . . as did i with you . . . till that time after your father had died . . i recall . . you hadn't come to me in weeks . . i knew you were grieving . . . you'd never acted that way . . . i'm sorry my love . .it was bold of me . . no dear . . you were what i needed . . . i wasn't sure how else to reach into your being . . . you undressed yourself in the daylight . . and stood before me . . i was still scared to reveal myself to you that way . . . my body stirred . . . i sat on your lap . . your hands to my breasts. . you kissed me . . loved me . . . your touch was rougher than usual . . i'm sorry love . . . i didn't mind . . i let you touch me all over . . . even laying me on the bed . . opening my legs . . kissing my neck down to my breasts . . licking them, pulling on my nipples with your mouth . . . you took my hand and placed it between your legs . . it was a joy to touch you so openly . . . you kept kissing me . . moving down my body . over my stomach . . tickles turned to pleasure . . . i wanted to offer myself to you . . to let you explore me . . . my womanhood . . how beautiful you looked lying opened to me . . my face close to you . . more aromatic and sensual than the lavender . . your body . . your essence . . filling my senses . . i wanted to kiss you there . . to explore your inner being . . licking you . . oh yes . . tasting you . . oh james . . feeling your womanly hair against my fingers and face . . oh yes . . your lips on me . . tongue in me . . more . . deeper . . you squirmed crying out . . yes . . . legs opened wide . . . more james . . you ran wet like a stream . . oh my . . i felt covered in your love . . . your womanliness . . yes . . oh yes . . . drinking in your essence . . your sex . . you sat up . . your manhood pointed at me . . . i held it . . looking into your eyes . . . so hurt and grieving . . so needy . . i'd never seen such love in your eyes . . . you let me touch you . . .holding it . . stroking it . . .my other hand holding gently to your sack below . . . my husband . . you were gentle yet the stronger of us then . . . i don't know what possessed me . . . to urge you to your back . . so i could kiss you as you did me . . . you were lovely and comforting victoria . . your body so firm and strong . . the muscles of your stomach tensing whenever i touched you . . standing so firm and rigid . . like a part of your soul i wanted to touch and heal . . you kissed me there . . . i know . . it seemed wrong . . yet right . . . my sigh told you it was right . . you kissed more . . it felt so strange yet wonderful in my mouth. . . my hips rose to meet you . . . i made motion with my head the way my body does when you were inside me . . . your body relaxed for a bit . . . but quickly tensed again as i heard you cry out . . . i felt your seed explode into my mouth . . . strange . . salty . . yet wonderful . . . how we held each other for that eternal moment . . i needed you as you needed me . . . my desire . . . my firmness never went away . . you sat up . . . lifting me to my knees . . i wasn't sure what you wanted . . . you moved behind me . . . i was embarrassed to expose my bottom to you that way . . . your body looked so good opened up from behind . . . you told me how good i looked  . . . i pulled you back to me . . i felt you press to my entrance from between my legs . . like the animals do . . . so shocking . . but so natural . . . finding your sex again . . . i could feel you growing so firm within me . . . then i felt proud . . not embarrassed . . to let you see all of me . . our rhythm was perfect . . you cried out more than once . . yes . . i never felt you so deep inside me . . the tension built within me again . . . you urged me on . . faster . . i wanted you to release again james . . . to go faster . . oh yes . . deeper . . oh yes . . hearing how wet i was . . my love . . i needed you james . . and you victoria . . . how you clenched me and gasped when you released again . . . pushing so deep inside . . filling me completely. . . the pleasure wracked my body . . . slowing your movements . . . bit by bit . . . till you fell over onto our bed . . . i was spent . . . you hadn't grieved . . . i was ashamed to cry . . the tears were good my love . . they healed you . . . you needed to say goodbye to him . . . yes . . i know better now . . . we grew wise with the ages . . . yes we did victoria . . . we grew wise together . . . those moments of intimacy drew us together . . . we became one . . . . they are specters of the past for us now . . . yes but i still enjoy the memories . . we share them together . . . i gave myself to you while i was able . . with all my love  . . . you were a wonderful lover victoria . . . i wanted no other . . . yes james you have always been true to me . . . maybe not quite true my dearest . . . how is that my love . . . when the parson married us he said till death doest thou part . . i said i do . . but i don't think i meant it . . . perhaps neither did i james . . . it is good to share . . . yes . my love . . . i cherish this still . . . . . i think that's why the boy comes . . . i think he comes to listen . . i think he hears . . . no . . do you think so . . oh my . . . maybe he just comes to rest . . . you may be right . . . he ought to be by soon . . i sense it  . . . yes my love . . . do you wish to remain here or go to the other place . . . let us stay here a moment longer james . . . i enjoy being here with you . . . very well my love . . . perhaps if we keep our passion at bay we won't disturb the boy with our reminiscences . . . 

Charles Merton stopped his utility cart beside the great maple tree, as was his usual custom. The sun was low against the cool New England autumn sky. He paused, listening to the wind rustle the few leaves above which had not yet fallen. Whispers. 

He'd always been drawn to this spot. When he was a child, he'd come here and lie down, spending uncounted hours looking up through the maze of gnarled branches to the wondrous sky above. Daydreaming. Whispers. At age 67, having worked here for 41 years, he knew every inch of the terrain thoroughly. But this spot was unique, having a special sense of mystery for him. His wife thought he was crazy the time he brought her here after closing and tried to get amorous with her. Crazy, perhaps, he thought, but her eventual submission and passion was the most erotic moment of his life. He smiled to himself, remembering that night and the times they'd shared. Whispers.

He walked a few steps to where the granite slab lay and kicked away the drying leaves which the wind had deposited. He stared at the worn engravings which he'd looked at so many times with curiosity and wonder: 





Reminiscences



My continuing lust for older women began many years ago, when I was just 18.

In those days the sexual revolution as we now know it had not yet happened. My story begins with me having a Sunday morning job collecting weekly draw money from around a hundred houses, and to distribute any prizes won the previous week by my regulars.

My area was very large, so I always started at the furthest point and worked my way back towards home, so that I was always finished in time for any sport scheduled for the afternoon. 

The last house on my round was owned by a married couple in their early forties - he was very strange: about 6' 4", very thin, never smiled and always wore black suits - I nicknamed him "The Undertaker". His wife, Shirley, on the other hand was around 5ft 8", with an enormously well-filled blouse, a slightly large rear and evidence of an expanding waist line. As she always dressed smartly, and always had a huge grin on her face, the overall effect was a definite turn on for any male, let alone a rampant but virginal teenager. 

During the first few months of calling at this house a routine evolved: if he answered the door he would simply hand me the correct money, take the weekly newsletter from me, then simply shut the door. If she answered, she would smile brightly, ask me how I was, conduct the transfer of money and newssheet, then say goodbye sweetly before closing the door.

However, this all changed one Sunday when she asked me in for a cup of something. On entering she said that she knew her husband and I did not like each other (news to me - I just thought he was strange) but not to worry as he was out for the day with their children - a family commitment that looked like being repeated often in the future.

After having a drink and answering a few questions about myself, where I lived, etc., I left.

This routine continued for a few weeks to the point where I began to look forward to her being on her own so we could spend some time chatting, and also allowing me the time to reinforce the fantasies I was developing about her.

Then for about 4 weeks, to my intense disappointment, every time I knocked on her door "The Undertaker" answered. 

After what seemed an eternity I knocked on the door one Sunday, and there she was - bright, bouncy and looking every bit as lovely as my fantasies had conjured up. She invited me in for a drink, telling me that she had been in hospital for an operation.

After sitting me down and getting us both a cold drink we chatted about nothing in particular for a while. She then asked me if I was in a hurry as she had something she wanted to show me. After saying that I had at least 90 minutes she said, "Wait there, I'll go and get it". 

A couple of minutes later she returned carrying a small jar containing some small gritty looking bits. "These are what were taken out when I was in hospital", she said. I tried to look interested,but obviously failed because she then said, "I know, they don't do a lot for me either. How about this, then?" 

Standing in front of me, she pushed down her skirt waistband so that the tip of a livid, fresh scar showed. Realising that only the tip of the scar was visible she then said "Sod it", and promptly reached down to the hem, then hoisted the front part of the skirt up to her waist. I was speechless, because not only was all of this long nasty scar visible, but so was the whole of a completely naked, shaven plump pussy - as she had no underwear on.

Apart from the sterilised "Nature" poses there was very little porn readily available those days and, with all the girls I knew being "Good" I had never before seen a woman's private parts in graphic detail, let alone a mature shaven pussy about 6 inches from my face.

Stepping back a pace, she looked down to where I was sitting and said "Well, what do you think?"

"It's.. It's a v..very nasty scar", I croaked lamely, my mouth suddenly very dry. "It looks painful, is it?"

"No it isn't, but that's not what I meant, silly", she softly replied.

"It.. It's beautiful", I stammered, not being able to take my eyes off this wonderful pussy, revealed in all its glory.

"Go on then, touch it," she said, "but be gentle, as I am not supposed to have any sexual activity there for at least another two weeks."

Leaning slowly forward, I started to rub my fingers up and down the front of her "V", marvelling in the silky touch of her smooth skin. After what seemed like 10 minutes, but was probably only a couple, I grew bolder and ran a finger into the crack of her pussy, conscious of the scar, and so trying to be careful not to do anything which might cause her pain.

Whatever I was doing seemed to have an effect on Shirley, as she soon started to rock to and fro on my finger, and also started making mewing noises in her throat. Her pussy also began dribbling a thick creamy liquid, which soon covered my fingers. 

Thinking I was causing her pain I started to pull away, only for her to almost shout "No.. Please don't stop".

All the boys I knew said that a woman's pussy smelt horrible, yet inches from Shirley's all I could smell was a wonderful, intoxicating scent that made my cock swell to the point where I knew I could come in an instant. 

Swapping the juice covered finger with one from my other hand I quietly sniffed, and them licked the juice covered one... Ah what nectar, this was the most beautiful taste in the world. The boys have got to be wrong, I thought. I definitely want more.

Pulling my finger away I quickly lent forward and placed my tongue in the groove of her pussy. When my tongue brushed this little knob that was sticking out from her slit she growled a loud "Yessssss..." and grabbed me by the hair, while her hips bucked to and fro for a few more seconds until she screamed out a large "Oh YESSSSSSSS.....", shuddered to a stop, and then flopped down onto the arm of the chair I was sitting on.

After a couple of minutes her breathing returned to something like normal, and she turned towards me, gave me a great big hug, and said "Thank you, my husband does not care for sex at all, let alone anything oral. I've only ever been licked once before, and that was before I was married. That only happened because I told the boy I was with that I would not touch his cock unless he licked my pussy".

Eventually she stood up and moved to lower her skirt which was still rucked up around her waist. I quickly asked her if she would leave it like that, if it did not embarrass her, as I had never seen one before and wanted to make the most of this experience, in case it never happened again."If you've never seen one before, how is it that you licked me so well", she said, "the feeling was incredible".

"I don't know, perhaps it's because you're so beautiful," I replied. "I just wanted to do it right. So I did what seemed natural."

"Good," she said, "and don't worry about not seeing it again. Even if I am over 40 and you're still a teenager, we can find the time to do this again, and much more.........if you want to," she added somewhat shyly.

"Want to!" I cried. "I've been dreaming about you ever since I first saw you. In fact, if you want to, I'd like to do it again now."

In reply, she gently pulled me out of the chair, and slipped to the floor. Smiling, she nudged my head towards her pussy, which was opening like a flower as she spread her legs.

Needing no further urging I was soon lapping at the sweet scented juice which was pouring out of her pussy in profusion. Whatever had caused this release of passion soon took over as she rapidly shuddered to several more climaxes in quick succession.

Pulling my head away from her groin, she quietly said, "You must think I'm very selfish. All I seem to have done is take. Your poor cock must be bursting by now."

"No, no it's Ok," I lied. "This is all so new to me. I just want to explore and please you."

"No," she replied. "Drop you shorts and turn round, so that your head is facing my feet."

As soon as I had complied with this request, she rolled over and spread her legs either side of my face, so that her pussy was opened up inches from my tongue. Before I had a chance to explore further she slid her mouth over the head of my cock.

Oh! The sensation was indescribable. Never having experienced anything so remotely wonderful before I knew I would only last seconds, so I quickly pulled at her thighs. She rapidly jammed her pussy onto my face, and within seconds I heard a muffled scream, as her thighs quivered around me as she erupted into another orgasm. This was the trigger my aching dick was waiting for. Before I could warn her my cock exploded, firing jet after jet of hot, scolding come deep into her mouth. 

Some time later she slid off me and turned round to snuggle up to me.

"Now that is something I have never done before, but we will definitely be doing again in the very near future," she murmured, licking her lips. "If I taste as good to you as you just did, I want lots more."

To Be Continued...



Reminiscences about a Teacher's Pe



This is a work of fiction and any resemblance of these over 18 year old characters or situations in this story to anything real is purely random chance. The seed of inspiration for this story came from reading a couple of other stories with similar themes that melded nicely with my own recollections of daydreams and wishful thinking about the assembled array of co-eds as a teaching assistant in college. Alas, none of it is personally true. The story takes a while to build. I put this one in the Romance category because there is a lot of character development and I think it transcends the sex but it isn't really a classic romance.

Chapter 1 -- First Day of Class

Paul Weller strode into the cavernous lecture hall, trying to emanate a sense of purpose and determination that would mask his shear terror. Careful not to betray his shaking hands, he placed the copies of the syllabus on the corner of the podium and began to organize his notes.

As he shuffled pages and made sure his notes were more organized than his adrenalin-charged brain, he was vaguely aware of the parade of students filing past to get the syllabus. Almost unconsciously at first, he gradually registered that the warm weather had influenced the state of dress of many of the students and that most of the students in his class were women.

Panic began to set in with a vengeance. Paul realized that facing a large class of mostly women dressed for the unseasonably warm weather while trying to keep his mind focused on Intro Biology was going to be a challenge. He reminded himself to check the demographic info on the class list and see if the students were generally first timers or repeaters of this course. He knew that Intro Biology had a reputation for being a weed-out course for the biology majors and he hoped he wasn't faced with a large number of last chance students.

Paul began his introductory comments by introducing himself as a sessional lecturer for the course while he was working on his Ph.D. in cell biology. He reviewed the main points of the syllabus, paying special attention to the details of how the marks were calculated. Right away, several hands popped up.

Turning towards the closest hand he said "Yes?"

She was dressed for the warm weather but the air-conditioned lecture hall was playing havoc with her thermostat. Her tank top was stretched delectably over her firm breasts, her nipples clearly sensing the A/C and betraying her lack of a bra. The little desk attached to the seat heightened the illusion that her long tan legs stretched back into some dark and mysterious place. Paul dragged his eyes back to her face and reminded himself to maintain eye contact while listening carefully to her question.

"Professor, do we really have to pass the final to pass the course?"

"Yes, Miss ..."

"Jessica"

"Yes, Jessica, you do. This course has always carried that stipulation because there is plenty of opportunity to collaborate with your fellow students and yet the university requires that we assess your individual performance accurately. If you work on the assignments and gain a good understanding of the material, you should have no problem with the final exam."

Just as quickly as they shot up, the rest of the hands went down. Apparently the final exam was already the main source of concern.

Paul finished up his description of the course mechanics and launched right into a review of some basic high school biology. The chorus of groans was noticeable.

"I know you think we don't cover course material in the first class but this is a challenging course for some people and I want to use all of the class time productively."

This statement brought another round of groans but Paul soldiered on for the full class time. To cap off the allotted time, over the rustle of books and backpacks, and chirps from music players and cell phones he raised his voice and assigned readings and practice questions out of the textbook.

The departing students had looks of disbelief plastered on their faces and a few comments bouncing between students filtered back to him from the departing crowd.

"Do you believe that shit. Expecting us to, like, take notes and do homework the first day. Like, what kind of a fucked up class is this?"

"That's bullshit. I wanna hit the beach this weekend, not the books. Like, what the fuck does he think he's doing?"

"Man, if I didn't have to take this, I'd, like, drop this shit in an instant. Fuck, this is nuts already."

Paul smirked inwardly to himself. Part of his strategy as a rookie lecturer was to be seen as a no-nonsense kind of guy. He figured they wouldn't walk all over him if he started off firmly in charge of things. As the departing din lessened and he gathered up his notes, Paul noticed that Jessica was lingering waiting to approach him.

"Yes - Jessica is it?"

She beamed with pride that he remembered her name and then blushing at the realization she was acting like a high-schooler, hurriedly stepped forward with her question.

"Professor, I'm really worried about this final exam thing. This is my second and last chance for this course and the final is what bit me last time. Is there any way around that rule? Can I do extra credit to show you I know the stuff even if it doesn't come out on the exam? Please? Anything?"

He let the professor thing go by. Students did it automatically and truth be told, he rather liked the title even if it wasn't true -- yet. His mind quickly processed the "anything" but he dismissed that as academic desperation and not an open invitation into her shorts.

Trying very hard to focus just on her face, he said "Jessica, why don't you work hard on the assignments, make sure you come to my office hours if you have any questions and we'll see how it goes. If you're understanding the material that way, we can make sure the final isn't an issue for you."

"But I did that last time" she said with a sense of defeated hopelessness. "I did fine on the assignments all by myself but in the exam something didn't click and it all fell apart. Please, I need this course to stay in college. My parents'll kill me if I bomb out."

"Let's see how it goes for the first little bit. I've put some sample finals on the course website. You can try those and see if the same thing happens. If it isn't working for you come and see me later in the semester and we'll come up with a strategy to help you prepare for the final."

"Okay, I'll try. Thanks anyway, Professor."

Paul watched her departing form with interest. Her butt was beautifully shaped, both globes rising, falling and softly bouncing independently, outlined to perfection by her tight shorts. He couldn't see any obvious lines and he started to speculate about what color her thong was or if she was even wearing one at all. As he leaned over the podium to pick up his notes, he realized his jeans were uncomfortably tight up front. He groaned to himself at the prospect of an entire semester of that sort of off-limits eye candy that represented a direct route to the end of his short career as a sessional lecturer and grad student.

To add to his problems, he didn't have a love interest in his life right now. His girlfriend of two years had dumped him a few months ago with the classic "it's not you, it's me" speech. His thinking head was relieved because they had been going nowhere and he had been wondering how to break it to her. His other head was upset because the sex had been amazing. In fact, in the sack was the only time they did have something in common. She had been more than willing to try anything and everything two people and an assortment of toys could come up with. After she moved out, he had thrown himself into his studies and his advisor had noted the academic improvement. When the last minute opportunity for the sessional position had come up, it was his advisor who pushed him to try it.

"Great experience teaching an intro course. Good preparation for a career in academics. Looks great on your resumé," he had been told.

With three hours of lectures a week, office hours, monitoring online discussion groups and prep time, Paul realized the "great experience" was also slave labor. With the meager pay scale for sessional lecturers added to his grad student stipend he was sure he probably still qualified as poverty stricken. 

"Oh well, with no time to socialize and no one to spend it on, I guess I don't need a lot either" he thought ruefully as he walked back to his office. This term was going to be rough. No girlfriend, no money, no free time and lots of nubile young eye candy.

Chapter 2 -- Second class day

Paul strode confidently into class for his second lecture. With two classes each week, they were an hour and a half long and he was shocked to realize once he finished today's material, that a week of lectures would have already gone by. He thought his nose-to-the-academic-grindstone approach was the right way to go as the students filed in silently like the condemned to their fate. His methods didn't appear to have created a glut of empty seats so he was probably safe with the administration also.

As he settled into a rhythm teaching new material and reviewing the practice problems he had assigned, a number of students were able to respond with the correct answers. Clearly, some of them had taken him seriously and done their homework. Buoyed by his revelation, he settled into a more interactive style, using the readings and practice questions to get students participating.

The students seemed to respond to this approach, probably because the readings and homework weren't just busywork but were good for the next class so they could see the purpose. As each student responded he asked their name and discreetly jotted these down, hoping to learn at least some of their names by the end of term. Amanda (three of those), Natalie, Heather, Jenn, Jenna, Jess, Sarah, Bill and so on. As he jotted the names he also recorded a quick shorthand about where they sat and their overall appearance. BSML = blonde, small chest, sitting middle left, RBFR = redhead, busty, front right and so on. For the guys he just noted where they sat since there were so few, the extra memory aids didn't apply and they weren't needed anyway.

Although some of the other students were responding to his questions, Jessica kept her head down the whole class, resolutely avoiding eye contact. As the class wound down, Paul once again outlined the reading assignment for the next class. This time, the students were quieter and more of them wrote down the chapter sections he rhymed off.

His list of readings and sample problems in the textbook wound down and the students began to file out. This time there was less grumbling from the departing herd.

Paul gathered up his notes and looked up at an empty room. Surprised no one had stayed behind with questions he finished packing up his stuff and headed back to his office. The one perk the department had given him as a sessional was a private office for the semester so the parade of students for office hours wouldn't disturb the other grad students he normally shared an office with. He also had more space and a chalkboard to do examples for the students.

Like most universities, his had suffered repeated budget cuts over the past few years. Teaching assistants are expensive so the bean counters had squeezed the previous instructor to devolve the labs into a series of online virtual "experiments" so the expensive teaching assistants could be replaced by a computer. The students would post questions online or drop by his office to cover any problems they had understanding the virtual labs. 

That was where he was headed now, to his office and, he hoped, very few face-to-face or web-based questions about the first lab. It was a very basic lab about genetics and he didn't expect much in the way of questions because this stuff was covered in middle school and high school in this state. It should be review.

Getting back to his office, he was relieved to find no one waiting for him. As he sat down at his computer and accessed the lab discussion board, he found a couple of very basic postings. In one of them, Jessica had posted a simple question about inheritance of genes and several students had chimed in with answers to help her. That was the fun part of teaching with this online stuff now, students can help each other without even leaving their dorm rooms.

Relieved to see there was nothing needing his attention, he turned his focus on preparing next week's lectures. Time flew and as he finished up with sorting out the problems and readings, there was a tentative tap at the door.

"Come in" he tossed over his shoulder as he scribbled down the last of the sample problems he would assign.

The door swung gradually open and, sure enough, there stood Jessica.

"A-a-are you still doing office hours?" she haltingly inquired.

"Yes I am, ah Jessica isn't it?"

"Yes, wow how did you remember?"

"I'm trying to learn some names to make the class more interactive. Usually I don't do so well with names so we'll see how it goes. What can I help you with today?"

"Well, I did the first lab and I had trouble with some stuff. I think it is pretty basic but I just don't get it and I'm worried about the final exam again."

"Okay, c'mon in and grab a seat. What don't you get?"

That question started off a half hour lesson on inheritance. Paul asked Jessica questions and had her writing on the chalkboard. This afforded him the opportunity to study her in at length and in great detail as she stood with her back to him working at the board. Her long blonde hair flowed like fine cloth over her shoulders, catching the late afternoon sun streaming in the office window to add rich golden hues.

Her cute little butt was working some magic inside that short skirt. As she reached up to write and diagram the answers, Paul appreciated the independence of those two firm globes as they followed the rest of her through the answers.

His gaze slide further south, watching as her calves did some magic of their own, tensing and flexing as she shifted her weight. Her heels gave just the right definition to her fine calves and writing on the chalkboard helped bring out that definition.

He was mesmerized and had to struggle to bring his attention back to her efforts, encouraging and correcting as necessary. Each new concept he asked her to describe gave him the chance to ogle her fine form a little longer and he kept her working through concepts to prolong the view.

Paul realized his appreciation of Jessica was physically manifesting itself and discreetly adjusted himself as he moved over to her left to see the part of the board she was blocking while she wrote. From this angle, Paul quickly noticed the view was even better.

With the sun low in sky, the light from the window off behind her framed her hair in a golden aura. But as entranced as he was with the sheen of her hair, he also noticed that the golden light rendered her blouse almost redundant. As she lifted her arm up and down writing on the board, her bra-encased breasts rose gracefully only to fall back gently bouncing in a hypnotic shimmy that drew all of his attention.

With all of his attention focused on her breasts, he almost got caught when she finished her explanation and looked curiously at him for another challenge. He tried to cover his inattention by rubbing his chin and moving to point at a term on her diagram. 

"What else do you know about gene expression?" he asked to cover his potential embarrassment.

Jessica launched into another explanation but was obviously on shakier ground. She ran out of steam pretty quickly so Paul was ready with his attention fixed on her face. He provided some additional information about gene expression and had her write the key bits on the board to reinforce the information.

"Okay, that's a great review for today. Are you more comfortable with that material now?" he asked as he walked back to sit behind his desk to hide his interest in her delectable assets.

"Oh yes, it seems so easy when you ask about things in little chunks and you help me stay on track along the way", she happily admitted. "I don't know why I freeze up on exams because I just went through this stuff with you."

"Well, exams can be stressful sometimes, even if you know the material. Figuring out what the questions are asking can be the hardest part."

"Thank you for working through this with me. Would it be possible to do a review like this each week before I do the online experiments?"

"Yes Jessica, you can drop by this office hour slot each week if you like. So far, office hours have been really quiet so you might be able to get more one-on-one help each week."

Chapter 3 -- The Semester Unfolds

Paul settled in to the semester, finding teaching getting easier as he gained confidence and established a reasonable rapport with the class. The students felt safe answering his questions because, even when they got the answer obviously wrong, he did his best to rephrase the wrong answer into workable statements he could expand on.

Jessica settled into a routine of visiting his office each week for what was usually an hour-long review session of the week's "experiment".

After several visits, Paul realized he had been paying more attention to what Jessica had been saying and not as much to her fine form. Not that he hadn't looked; of course he had. That day she wore a soft black sweater that molded perfectly to her exquisite curves, highlighting the fullness of her firm breasts. As she made a diagram to explain meiosis, in her enthusiastic rendition of the prophase, she had pressed her right breast firmly into the chalkboard leaving a white circle of chalk dust on the sweater. Paul's imagination effortlessly made the transition from the white circle to her areola and he almost groaned out loud at that image.

But he had been just as drawn to her cute little mouth and even white teeth as she described and verified what she knew about meiosis. Even her deep blue eyes sparkled with new energy as she realized her understanding of the subject was growing more and more.

As her collection of questions for the week's experiment wound down, Jessica's tummy growled. "I missed lunch," she said as her cheeks reddened slightly.

Paul realized that he had been too busy to eat also. "I'm heading to the student union to grab a bite, would you like to join me?"

"Yeah, that would be great. I have a night class tonight and I won't last if I don't get something."

While Jessica was gathering up her things, Paul managed to stammer out "y-y-you've got a chalk s-s-smudge on front of your s-sweater."

Jessica's blush quickly returned as she surveyed the smudge and hesitantly brushed the chalk off her sweater. Paul silently appreciated the way gravity bounced her firm tit around under her attempts to remove the dust.

"Th-th-thanks, wouldn't want to w-walk around covered in d-dust" it was her turn to stammer in embarrassment.

Their walk over to the student union passed in a tense silence. Even though it had started innocuously enough, they both realized that this was the first situation they had been in that wasn't an instructor-student scenario.

As he held the door of the union open for her, Paul caught a whiff of her subtle perfume as her hair wafted by his nose. Barely stifling his groan, he caught up with her delightfully swaying backside and they headed to the food court. They met back at a table after filling their trays.

Jessica had gone for the light vegetarian thing but Paul, being the devout meat eater that he was, had a fully loaded personal pizza. They chuckled nervously at the contrast. Conversation was very stilted between them. Neither one knew what to talk about without the specter of Intro Biology hanging over her.




Reminiscences about a Teacher's Pe



In desperation, Paul asked her about her family. It seems that Jessica was feeling a little homesick and she poured forth her life history. Growing up in a small town, the only child of well-to-do professional parents, great expectations for high achievements in college and no room for failure or doubt. As she stumbled to the end of her tale, she was past crying to almost weeping with pent up doubt and worry.

"Oh my, don't cry. Please don't cry." Paul was beside himself as he handed her a napkin from the dispenser on the table. He didn't know how to handle crying women and here they were in a very public place with her having a very public breakdown.

"There, there, it's okay. It will all work out," he tried to sound re-assuring

"No. It won't. I've struggled all the way through my freshman courses. This semester is a bit better but I'm on my last chance for Intro Biology. I've got to pass, I've just got to."

"Well you're doing much better each week with the labs. You seem to understand the material and your explanations are getting more detailed and more confident."

"But that's just with you prompting me. I still don't know if I can do an exam," she said as a fresh round of tears resumed.

"Sure you can, the material is the same, you understand it and you should have no problem with the exam."

"I hope you're right but I'm not feeling that way right now. I don't think I can do it and it is coming up too fast. The semester is almost gone, I only have a few weeks until the exam."

Handing over another napkin, Paul secretly hoped Jessica would do well. He couldn't face another round of what promised to be a huge wailing and sobbing session if she didn't do well.

Chapter 4 -- The Exam Looms Large and Scary

Jessica continued to visit each week during office hours and review the week's experiment concepts. Nothing more was said between them about the exam but Paul could sense that Jessica was becoming more edgy with each passing week.

The last week before the exam there was no experiment to cover. The material focused on reviewing for the exam. Jessica arrived out of breath at her regular time for the last week of office hours in a state of panic.

"P-professor, I-I-I reviewed the exams you p-p-posted on the webs-s-site and I can't figure out the answers." Just as she uttered this, Jessica began to wail.

Paul was glad they were in his office this time as he had learned to equip his desk with an ever-at-the-ready box of tissues.

"There, there. Take it slow. What parts of the sample exams did you have trouble with?"

"Everything," the wail stopped long enough to say. "Everything."

"Stop. Stop. Show me which questions you struggled with," he said in a hopeful attempt to stem the flow of tears.

As they worked their way through the problems, it was clear to Paul that Jessica understood the material but was confused by what the question was asking. He walked her through several examples of sorting out the keywords, important bits of information and using those to decide which direction the answer should go. Jessica slowly settled down and concentrated on the effort, much to Paul's relief.

The time slid by as they worked through the entire practice exam step by step, discussing each question in detail, how to determine the approach to take for the answer and where to find the necessary information to come up with a solution. Neither one noticed the time slipping by until once again, Jessica's stomach growled its displeasure at the delayed mealtime.

"Oh my gosh, look at the time. I've kept you way past your office hours and suppertime. I'd better go."

"That's okay. I wanted to make sure you understood the material. I think you're getting the hang of it now."

"I think so. Some of it anyway. You've been a big help. I can't thank you enough professor for all of the extra time you've spent with me."

"That's what I'm here for Jessica. To help you learn the material. Since neither of us has eaten yet, why don't we head over to the student union for something to eat. I'm starving too."

"Okay, if that doesn't mess up your evening. Don't you have someone to go home to? Isn't there a missus professor somewhere?"

This was the first time Jessica had said anything about Paul's personal life and he was a bit dumbfounded at how much was appropriate for him to say.

"There's isn't a missus professor as you put it. I live alone in my microscopic apartment since my last girlfriend gave me the 'its not you its me' speech a while ago," he admitted with a bit more vehemence than he realized he felt.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry. I guess if you're hungry we can grab something in the food court again. Just let me zip out to the washroom and straighten myself up. I've been wailing about the exam so much, I must look frightful."

"No, you look just great. Nothing at all amiss - ummm," Paul faltered as he realized he was complimenting her on her looks. Jessica looked at him, her eyes saying things he couldn't understand.

"I'll be right back," she said simply as she turned and headed for the washroom.

They headed over to the student union in silence again. Paul worried that he had gone too far in commenting on her appearance and Jessica seemed lost in her own thoughts. Once again, Paul almost groaned aloud again as her perfume wafted delicately under his nose going through the door he was holding.

Like the previous time, they each sought out their preferred food and met back at a table to eat. With the late hour, the food court was relatively empty and they were able to get a nice table over by the atrium with the soothing sounds of the water garden helping ease the tension between them. Paul wracked his brain for details from their last conversation and asked Jessica innocuous questions about her family. At first Jessica was still lost in her thoughts, picking at her food and mumbling one or two word answers to his questions. Gradually the soothing water noises seemed to pull her out of her reverie. 

"Do you think I really have a chance in the exam?" she asked with obvious trepidation.

"You seemed to come around this afternoon and figure things out. Keep that up and you should do fine on the exam."

"I hope so. I didn't feel that way when I first came in today but I feel better now. This is my last chance to keep from letting my parents down," her shoulders sagging noticeably as she said this.

They passed the rest of the meal in relative silence. Some question and answer exchange with Paul trying to help her gain confidence by asking fairly basic questions about biology. Jessica seemed to respond well but had a distant quality to the way she was answering, almost as if she was playing back the end of their encounter in his office and seeing things in a new light. Paul knew something was going on behind those eyes but didn't really have any idea what she was thinking.

As they finished up, Paul wished her good luck on the exam. Jessica rather wistfully thanked him for helping her and hoping she did well. Paul chalked it up to her concerns over what her parents would think and they parted company for the evening with Jessica rather aimlessly wandering off in the direction of her dorm.

Chapter 5 -- The Exam and It All Unravels for Jessica

The day of the exam was upon them. Paul had spent the last couple of days designing the questions and more than once he had caught himself thinking of things that Jessica had discussed with him and trying to work those into the questions to give her confidence on the exam.

"Shit," he thought to himself, "if my advisor knew I was cooking the exam for one student, I would be toast. What has gotten into me?" He shook his head trying to clear the obvious implications from his mind and focus on preparing the exam. Once he had the questions the way he liked, he ran off enough copies for the class and prepared all the rest of the support materials required for the exam.

The students filed in looking like a mix of confident scholars and lambs to the slaughter. Paul noticed that Jessica wasn't amongst the students. Just as he was getting ready to close the door and tell the students to turn over their papers and begin Jessica came running up, panting heavily with her hair disheveled and her chest heaving. Dragging his eyes off her surging and obviously braless tits with their alert nipples, Paul took in her state of disarray and the obvious panic in her eyes.

"Oh my gosh. I put my head down on my desk for a break from cramming and I woke up ten minutes ago. I ran all the way here so I wouldn't be late," she said with a sense of despair in her voice.

"That's okay. You made it. I was about to start the exam. There's an empty seat off to the far side of the front row. Why don't you sit there and take ten minutes to calm yourself and compose your thoughts. I'll give you ten extra minutes at the end to make up for it so you should be able to complete the exam without difficulty."

"Oh thank you. That would be great. I'll be okay in a few minutes, once I catch my breath and get my wits about me," she said with little conviction.

As the exam unfolded, Jessica seemed to have composed herself but was clearly struggling with the exam. As the students began to file out, handing Paul their papers on the way, she became more agitated the more empty the room became.

Finally at the end of the allotted time, Paul announced the cut off, and for the benefit of the rest of the students being present to witness it, noting the exception for the late arriving student writing in the front row. He asked everyone else to turn in their exams to him and file out quietly. As the last of the students filed out, Jessica looked up at Paul with a look of shear terror in her eyes.

Paul said "take another ten or fifteen minutes to work through your remaining questions. Try to relax and use the techniques we talked about in the review session. Calm down and you'll be fine."

Jessica's gaze returned to her paper but her hunched shoulders and desperate page turning told him that she wasn't relaxing or feeling very good about her performance on the exam. At the end of the extra time, he approached quietly and asked her to stop writing and give him the exam.

Jessica burst into tears and handed him the exam, sobbing "I'm going to flunk out of school, how can I face my parents? What do I tell them when I'm not allowed back? What am I going to do?" she wailed.

Paul handed her the box of tissues that he had thought to bring with him just in case of this situation. He told Jessica to sit tight and compose herself while he gathered up the exams and tidied up the room. As he gathered up the papers, she held her head in her hands and sobbed quietly, her shoulders shaking and giving away her delicate emotional state.

"Ah shit," he thought to himself. "Now what do I do? I can't leave her here like this, she obviously thinks her exam was a train wreck."

"Jessica, why don't you come along down the hall to my office? Take a few moments to compose yourself and get back on track before heading out wherever you're going."

"Okay but it won't do any good. I'm going to be kicked out of here as soon as the grades go in. I know I didn't do very well on the exam. I've just gotta stay in school, I've just gotta find a way to stay in school."

Chapter 6 --Jessica's Redemption

Paul led the way back to his office. Once inside, Jessica slumped down in her usual chair and sobbed quietly into her hands. Paul handed her the tissues again and wondered what to do now with the very unhappy co-ed.

On a whim, he grabbed her exam from the pile. Going through it, he could see that she had clearly struggled with the questions and had left many unanswered. A quick mental tally and he realized that even if she got every question that she answered correct, she would not likely pass the exam and therefore not pass the course.

Groaning inwardly, he asked her "how do you know that a cell is undergoing mitosis?"

Slowly, Jessica raised her head. Blinking, she said haltingly "you look for the chromosomes to be splitting up and one of each pair heading in opposite directions in the cell in preparation for replication and cell division."

"Yes. So if you'll just note that answer here, we'll move on to the next one."

Paul worked his through the exam, asking her the questions she had not answered. She was able to answer many of them without any additional prompting. Once Jessica realized what was happening she started to cheer up. Thinking to herself, "I'm getting it. I do understand it. What the heck is the professor doing asking me these questions all over again?"

As Paul got to the questions on sexual reproduction he slowed down and faltered a bit. He hadn't really intended to be in the position of discussing sex with Jessica but sticking to the format he had already set he decided to forge ahead and ask her each question she had left blank.

"What part of the male genitalia becomes aroused in preparation for intercourse?"

"Ummm, the p-p-penis" said Jessica clearly blushing as she said it.

"To assist in copulation, what is produced by the male and by the female?"

"The f-f-female produces vaginal secretions that lubricate the v-v-v-vagina while the m-m-m-male produces seminal fluid which can coat the head of the p-p-p-penis for lubrication."

These questions were clearly flustering Jessica. The flush of red extended up her neck and across her face and she tried desperately to maintain control of her embarrassment.

The next question was awkward for Paul. It was so much easier to impartially include it on the exam rather than actually ask a student directly.

"During a successful copulation, what events are required for fertilization to be possible?"

"The male must e-e-ejaculate and the female must ovulate but it helps increase the probability of fertilization if both the m-m-m-male and f-f-f-female reach orgasm during intercourse to assist in setting up the right c-c-conditions for successful joining of sperm and egg."

By this point, Jessica's blush clearly extended well into her cleavage and she was having a great deal of trouble breathing calmly and sitting still in her chair. She squirmed her hips and twirled her finger in the long hair by her ear as she tried desperately to sit still and concentrate on the next question. But the motive still troubled her.

"Professor, why are you asking me all these questions? I don't think I answered many of these on the exam. Is this some kind of a cruel joke?"

"No Jessica. It isn't a cruel joke. I've been asking you all of the questions you didn't answer to see if you could answer them. I did a quick tally and with all of the questions you left blank, there was no way you could pass the exam. Which of course means you would fail the course."

"Oh no" she wailed. "I really have failed the course. Now what do I do? I can't face my parents, they will be so disappointed and mad at me." In spite of her flushed state at the content of the last few questions, this brought on a fresh round of sobs. She hung her head in her hands in hopeless resignation.

"Wait. Wait. No. Stop. That's not what I meant," Paul jumped in. Desperately wanting to stem the flow of tears, he quickly made up his mind.

"So far, you have answered 23 of the 25 questions you left blank. If I give you credit for these answers you will have no trouble passing the course with a fairly good grade."

Jessica's head snapped up and hope dawned in her eyes. "Would you? Could you? I just have to pass this course, this exam and they'll let me stay in school. Pleeeeeeease. I need to pass this exam sooooo bad."

As Jessica's gaze held Paul's, he saw something change in her eyes. The pleading look was gradually replaced by something more powerful, more wanton, more primal in need.

Jessica's earlier flush returned with a vengeance but her voice was husky and inviting. "I have a question for you sir."

"Yes?"

"Name the outward signs of human female arousal indicating a readiness for mating."

"Ummmmm. Well, " he said ticking them off on his fingers as he went, "there's a flush to the skin and an increase in external skin temperature, especially in the chest and neck region, the nipples and clitoris can become erect, the pupils dilate, the lips, labia majora and labia minora engorge with blood and she begins to produce vaginal secretions with pheromones."

Out of the corner of his eye, Paul noticed that Jessica was touching each area he mentioned in his checklist. Her chest was flushed, he had already seen that. But her nipples were obvious behind her tight t-shirt and became even more so when she flicked her thumbs over the hardening buds and pinched them lightly through her shirt. She licked her lips, looked at him meaningfully to show him if her pupils were dilated. But the ultimately obvious sign that she had something else in mind was the not-so-subtle hand slipping between her legs and fanning her skirt slightly to waft any pheromones in his direction.

"Oh crap," he thought to himself, "she's getting all wound up and this can only be headed in one direction."

"All semester, I have worked at understanding this stuff and you have helped me so much every week going through the experiments and then helping me study for the exam." Jessica continued in her husky voice. "I can't begin to thank you enough but I can try. Perhaps in addition to the impromptu oral exam that has saved my college career, I can do a practical demonstration of the answer to some of the questions for extra credit?"

With that, Jessica rose and without hesitation and more than a little seductive wiggle of her butt, pushed the door shut. While looking him straight in the eye, she reached behind her back and turned the lock.

Paul gulped. Suddenly the balance of power had shifted. Moments ago, he was the professor asking the questions. Now the student was asking the questions and taking control of the practical part of this new exam.

Jessica slowly advanced on the retreating Paul. As his the backs of his knees collided with his desk chair, he sat down heavily. Jessica was advancing seductively, touching the parts of her body again and saying the list in the same order that he had listed in his answer.

The second time through the list, when she got to nipples, she lifted her t-shirt up under her chin and let the rush of cool air finish the job of hardening the thick nubs bouncing gently on her firm breasts. Paul couldn't take his eyes off her breasts. They were perfectly formed with a slight teardrop sag that emphasized their obvious weight, the nipples standing proudly almost half an inch above the dusky, crinkled areolas. They were absolutely gorgeous. No other word was enough. They were big enough to have a delightful response to gravity but not so big that they looked out of proportion on her torso.

The next indicator on her list was erection of her clitoris and she shamelessly lifted her skirt and pulled her skimpy thong tight to show off her bald camel toe and the slight prominence of the bump of her clitoris trying to make a presence on the scene. She again shot him a meaningful stare to show him the state of her pupils in case he missed it the first time while very seductively licking her lips. Jerking her pale pink thong even tighter, she ran one finger over her other lips to highlight her camel toe and demonstrate how puffy those lips were too. Finally, she slid her thong to one side, dipped one finger into her folds and presented the glistening digit just under his nose for the olfactory appraisal of the last of the signs of arousal.

Paul groaned out loud. His cock was rock hard and very uncomfortable in his pants. His face was flushed and he was clearly agitated by trying to maintain control over his desire to pounce on Jessica's ripe and clearly ready body.




Reminiscences about a Teacher's Pe



Jessica slid her butt up on Paul's desk and grabbing the hem of her t-shirt, whipped it off over her head. Shaking out her long blonde hair, she ran her palms briskly over her nipples a few times to keep their and Paul's attention. Paul was practically drooling at this point. His mouth hung open part way and he was staring as if mesmerized by the soft swaying globes of her tits barely two feet from his nose.

Jessica's hands moved further south and taking hold of the hem of her skirt, slowly pulled it up her thighs exposing creamy, firm, toned flesh as it went. When she had her skirt hiked all the way up, she unbuttoned and unzipped the side and, wiggling her butt, slid it up from underneath and dropped it on the floor. His eyes had fixed themselves back on her breasts as she wiggled the skirt off, the jiggle and bounce of that delectable tit-flesh was too interesting to ignore for long.

As soon as her hands dropped back to her thong his eyes followed them down just in time to see her pull the skimpy pink panel up between her lips, leaving the puffy flesh exposed on both sides of her drooling slit.

Jessica reached forward and began to unbutton Paul's shirt. That seemed to galvanize him into action and he reached forward to gently cup her wonderful breasts, softly squeezing the full globes and rolling the nipples between his thumb and finger. Jessica picked up the pace on his shirt buttons, clearly feeling the urgency of the effect of his hands on her sensitive buds. "Oh, professor."

Sliding his shirt off his shoulders, Jessica pushed the sleeves down his arms, forcing him to release tit-flesh long enough to let the shirt drop into the chair behind him. Returning his hands to her marvelous globes, he gradually let one hand stray south to brush over the puffy lips. Jessica's head tipped back and she sighed with pleasure as he made contact with her most special of places. Other than one clumsy encounter in high school, no one else had been there and she was really starting to look forward to an experienced teacher in every way.

Paul leaned forward and lightly flipped his tongue over one warm nipple. The cool air on the damp skin and the sensual touch made the tasty bud tighten further, crinkling the darker skin of her areola. Paul eagerly sucked it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and around. Jessica didn't want its partner to be left out and, with her hands, soon repositioned Paul's head in front of the other twin, gently moaning in the process. Paul eagerly lapped and swirled his way back and forth between her sensitive peaks, adding a light nip and quick tug to the mix. He kept one hand busy keeping the unattended breast company while he continued his ministrations.

Jessica could feel the warm glow building in her core. The pleasure signals from her nipples were lighting the fires of orgasm and she was basking in the warm glow of the build up. Moaning gently, she slowly rolled her head from side to side on the hard surface of Paul's desk.

With all his attention focused on her tits, Paul's free hand had been idle too long. He resumed his tender attention to her very wet snatch, stroking his index finger gently back and forth through her gash, spreading her dewy wetness over her pouting lips and stoking the fire the was beginning to consume her. Dipping two fingers deeper into her, he rubbed the rough pad at the front of her pussy and was rewarded with a gasp. Listening to her signals directing his attention, he gently worked his fingers with her moans and gasps guiding the amount of pressure and pace of his fingers. Combining that action with drifting his thumb across her aching nub, Jessica literally exploded, "Ohhhhhhhh proooooofesssssssssor" she wailed, the fires had gone inferno in moments and she thrashed about on his desk with the intensity of her orgasm.

Panting and gasping for air, Jessica slowly opened her eyes. "Wow," was all she could say as she slumped back on Paul's desk, spent and out of breath.

Paul grabbed the waistband of her thong and gently pulled it over her thighs and off. Moving his face between her creamy things, he blew gently on her inflamed pussy. Jessica started squirming when she realized where his face was. No one had ever put their face "down there" before. Paul reached his tongue out and gently lapped up some of the nectar drooling out of her. It tasted wonderful to him and he quickly dove in deeper to get more. Jessica was starting to enjoy his efforts and gently curled her fingers in his hair to keep him focused on the wonderful feelings he was creating in her center.

Jessica's hips began twitching and just as she was starting to moan, he stopped and stood up. Her disappointment was intense and she groaned out her frustration. Paul in the meantime had stood up, dropped his jeans and boxers in record time, fished a condom out of his wallet and rolled it on. Jessica sighed with pleasure when he rubbed the head up and down in her wet slot. Her sigh transformed into a frantic gasp when he lined up and plunged the head inside her moist, tight tunnel. Paul held his cock still letting Jessica's tight pussy get used to accommodating him. Not that he was that big, but she was that tight.

As soon as her hips were making little grasping rocking motions towards him, he pushed forward, holding her ankles up and slowly burying his manhood deep in her grasping velvet walls. As soon as his pubic bone bottomed out on her engorged clit, he reversed direction and slowly pulled out of her grasping sheath. Gradually they built up speed and a beautiful rhythm that was slowly taking them both to the point of no return. Paul was glad the condom was dulling some of the sensations from her wet velvet snatch because his balls were already churning and he could feel his need building towards the point of no return.

Letting go of her ankles, he reached down where their sexes were joined to gently drifted his thumb back and forth across Jessica's clit. His other hand moved up to gently pinch and twist her nipple. Her orgasm rolled quickly over her, the added stimulation prodding the echoes of the last big one. Her pussy suddenly filled with extra wetness and clamped down hard on Paul's cock, fluttering and massaging him and he responded with a loud groan as he filled the condom with a big load, thrusting heavily a couple of times to spew the entire load.

Holding the condom, Paul pulled out and sat heavily back in his chair, his knees suddenly unable to support his weight. Jessica lay gasping on his desk, slowly coming down from her flashes of white-hot pleasure.

Chapter 7 --Now What?

Their post-coital bliss stretched into an awkward silence. Jessica looked through her gently rolling breasts at Paul's blissed out expression of exhaustion. Slowly, she sat up, no longer comfortable on the hard, cold surface of Paul's desk.

Paul silently reached down and handed Jessica her various items of clothing as she slid off his desk and started to organize her garments. He paused and watched her movements with open admiration.

"Hmmmmm," Jessica thought, "maybe there's a bit more to this than meets the eye?"

"Professor," she said, "was that a satisfactory demonstration of my detailed knowledge of sexual reproduction?" Looking seductively over her shoulder as she bent at the waist to put on her thong, she knew she had his full attention.

"Ummm, yes it was Jessica. With your clear demonstration of a detailed knowledge in all aspects of this topic and the correct responses to the other topics on the exam, I think you've shown that your understanding is worthy of an A+."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," she shrieked, jumping up and down ensuring his gaze was fixed on her animated bouncing breast flesh. "I get to stay in school, my parents won't kick me out especially for such a significant grade improvement. I really don't know how I can thank you. Seriously, you've been very understanding and a great teacher all semester. I really feel that I understand the material now. I know I didn't do well on the formal exam but I was able to answer all of your questions after. I really do understand it," she rambled on in her bliss.

Paul in the meantime was growing more pensive. The raw sexuality of the moment was gone, replaced by the worries about what they had done. He had discovered that his lust for Jessica had gradually become a genuine interest in her and had transformed further in the last few minutes to a deeper desire to spend more time with her. But there was no way; surely not. The gap between them was prohibitive, much more than a few years in school. Paul was close to the pinnacle of his student life, soon to be attaining the credentials to join academia while Jessica was just barely starting out on her undergrad program. Still, they had both clearly enjoyed their "practical exam" and had both found a great deal of their own pleasure came from pleasuring the other. "Maybe there was something more," thought Paul as he suddenly realized he was sitting naked in his office chair with a used condom leaking around his now flaccid manhood with a beautiful co-ed also naked in his office.

Hurriedly cleaning up the leaking mess with the handy tissues, back in professor mode Paul said "you can never mention your special exam to anyone. I had you write the answers on the exam paper so anyone checking the grades would find your exam matches your final grade. I have gone way over the line this evening with you and if anyone found out, you would be in an uncomfortable position and I would be kicked out for good."

"I won't tell a soul. I promise," vowed Jessica. "This was my last exam this semester but I'm hanging around all summer for a job in the mall and one course in summer school to make up another course from last semester. What are you doing this summer?"

"I go back to being a regular grad student as soon as I submit the grades for this course. I told you at the beginning, I'm not really a prof, just a grad student filling in for one. I have almost finished my thesis so I hope to defend it in a couple of months and start looking for a job."

"Are there more courses like this one to teach? Could you get a job here and keep on teaching if you finish your degree?"

"I suppose so. I haven't really thought about it. I've been so focused on being a student and then teaching this course, I haven't thought much about what to do after."

"So if you go back to being a regular grad student, you don't have any restrictions on hanging out with students like me? If you teach introductory courses that a sophomore like me has already taken, you don't have any restrictions on hanging out with students like me?" Jessica's voice trailed off at the end and left the thought hanging heavy in the air between them.

"That's right. If I'm just a student or if I'm teaching, I can hang out with other students, grad or undergrad as long as I'm not teaching them directly. Why?" Paul's voice echoed the hope that had crept back in to his mind.

"Can I still call you professor when we fuck?"

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The End.

Please vote and comment. I want to know what you think about this story. Feedback helps make the next tale better. I went ahead on my own without an editor for the first time. Mostly out of embarrassment. It has been so long since my last story I wasn't getting any e-mails from him any more. Life got in the way and I've been too busy to write much but there are now a few stories in the mill. The input on my other stories exerts a positive influence on my work through the many tips and lessons I took to heart. I hope I've done justice to the capable tutelage and of course all mistakes with this one are mine alone. HP.



Reminiscences: Becky



I've decided to relate some of my sexual liaisons over the years. A few were one-time affairs, a couple lasted a year or more. Of course, names have been changed, and situations. But the acts are true, and wonderfully remembered.

Again, your criticism is welcomed, as is your vote!

We had known each other for several years, primarily on a business basis. Becky would show up now and then for a training session, which lasted about two weeks. She would be a little flirt on some days, and I would feel a tingling in my cock. But I never approached her for anything, knowing she was married and had a child.

A few years later I had moved on to another job, doing different things. A year or so after being in my new job, the company had a conference scheduled in one of the larger hotels in the city. People of all positions within the company would be attending, from all over the U.S. We would also be bringing administrative assistants from the outlying offices to work on attendance sheets, forums, meetings and the like.

On the second day of the conference, there was a knock on my cubicle. Somewhat irritated at the interruption, I turned around, ready to assail the interrupter. My surprise snuffed the irritation when I saw Becky standing at the entrance to the cubicle. She was a short woman, maybe five feet, couldn't have weighed 100 pounds. Her hair was short, cut close to her head. She reminded me of a pixie - cute, foxy, energetic.

I decided this was a good time for a smoke break, so I invited her to come outside with me. I told her we could catch up on each other's lives.

We talked for about 30 minutes, relating significant and some not so significant times in our lives for the past couple of years. She already knew I was single, having been divorced for some seven or eight years. I also have no children. She, on the other hand, was going through a divorce and was worried about her son, who was 11ish then, about whether she or her ex would get custody. We talked about that for a bit, and then I knew I needed to return to my work.

Returning to the office, I checked her in professionally, asking her where she was staying, did she have adequate transportation, and was she okay with her finances. All was well, and she left in a bit to check into her motel.

I didn't see her again for a few days, until I was able to get to the conference myself. That particular day was the busiest, with the most heavies in the company being present, and the most speeches and needs for assistance in presenting slide shows. Later that evening there was a dinner for all the participants and the administrative assistants, too. 

After dinner some of us gathered at the hotel bar, and knowingly, Becky made her way round to me. She was in a strange mood, kind of teary-eyed, wanting to cry, but trying to keep her happy face on. After an hour or so, she leaned over to me, saying she was going to her room on the eighth floor. I asked her if she wanted some company, and she said I could come along if I wished.

In the elevator she clammed up, not saying anything, but only hanging her head. After a moment, I realized she was crying, so I simply reached over and pulled her close to me and just held her for the rest of the ride. The elevator stopped on the 20th floor. We got out and she led me down the hallway to her room. Going inside, she turned on a lamp, told me to get comfortable, she had to pee. I walked over to the windows and gazed out on the city for a few minutes.

I heard her clear her throat behind me, and I turned around. A beautiful woman stood in the soft light, and she was stark naked. My eyes did a quick scan of her petite body from her eyes and face to her feet. On the way back up to her face, I saw her pussy was bare as a baby's butt, not a hair in sight. My cock was rapidly filling with blood, and she was watching my crotch with her own intent. My eyes crossed her flat belly and took in her small, pert breasts. The thought went through my mind that her son probably starved to death if she nursed him, her breasts were that small. But the nipples were erect and very red as if she had been pinching and pulling them. 

By the time my eyes returned to her face, she had walked up to me and was unbuckling my belt. As she unzipped me her hand went over the waistband of my boxers straight to my now turgid cock. Using her other hand and her arm, she pulled my boxers down, never releasing my cock. As my boxers fell, she kneeled and pulled my cockhead into her mouth, her other hand now free to cup and fondle my balls.

Leaning back, she said, "Damn, what a big dick! If I had known this years ago, I wouldn't have waited this long!" Having said that, she went back to sucking me, licking me from the ball sac to the head, stretching her mouth wide to take me all in.

While she was ministering to my cock, I was shucking my suit coat, shirt and undershirt. I kicked off my shoes and sat down on the bed to pull my pants, socks, and shorts off. Then I leaned on back on the bed, bringing her with me as I scrutched up to the middle of the bed.

I said, "Becky, swing your pussy over my face, I've just got to see you!" Without losing her grip on my now aching cock, she swung her box over my face. Repositioning herself, my cock was now easier for her to take all the way down, all six inches of it. I could feel her hurried hot breath on my balls.

I held her above my face for a few moments, closely eyeing this new wonder to me. Her pussy lips were glistening with her precum, and the lips were fully engorged, the inner lips peeking out. I felt something moist land on my nose and realized her precum was flowing quickly. Pulling her hips down, I licked her from the top of her mons to her perineum. Becky was starting to moan, now, and increased her head bobbing on my cock.

She was beginning to buck her hips on my face, substituting my tongue for my cock. Knowing she was close to cumming, I held her close to my face; in fact I pulled her pussy down on my mouth. I sucked her clit with my nose tip firmly buried in her pussy hole. In only a moment, she came hard on my face, her goo spraying up my nose and into my mouth. Having run out of air, I had to push her off, rolling her over on her back. 

Regaining my composure, and my lungs, too, I licked my lips with a fervent tongue, savoring her liquids, feeling my salivary glands working overtime to comprehend and engulf her essence. I was still staring her naked pussy in the face, and I was just infatuated with the tenderness of the folds of skin and with the strength of the musculature that hid within.

Becky, too, was regaining her composure, having just had an enormous orgasm. She said, "God, I've never cum like that before! No man has ever brought me to orgasm with just his mouth and tongue!" And of course, I was just beginning.

I slowly pried myself away from her luscious pussy, leaning up on my elbow, reaching for her tiny titties, running my hands over her nipples, and feeling her tension rising once again. Turning around, I pulled up next to her and leaned over and kissed her long and hard. Pulling back I saw tears trickling down her cheeks, but she wasn't sobbing, only sniffing a little. "What's wrong?" I asked.

Becky only turned her face away for a moment, wiping the tears away, and then looked back at me. "If I had known years ago that you could give me such pleasure, I'd have jumped your bones. And I want to fuck you, no, I want to make love with you, tonight, now, and relish in it. But I don't know if I can take your dick! You are so LARGE!"

I leaned back on my elbow, smiling down at her, and reminded her of something. "Oh, sweetie, if you can birth a child out of your wonderful pussy, you can surely take my little cock!" Quickly we were both smiling and chuckling, and our hands began wandering over each other once again. 

My cock was still outrageously hard, and I told her I needed some relief pretty soon. "But first, I want to get some better light on your pussy, I want to explore it, look at it, feel it with my fingertips!" She sat up on the bed and swung around toward the lamp. I was just overtaken with the sight. A naked pussy was something I always dreamed of, and now here one was, just for me!

After a few minutes, though, Becky began to get antsy, and asked, "Do you want to fuck it or play with it?" Taking the signal, I rolled her over on her back once again, spreading her legs with mine. Getting in position, missionary position, she brought her ankles up around my hips and started pressing down. Grabbing my dick I poked at her hole, getting the head just inside her lips. "Please be gentle?" she asked. I slowly rocked back and forth, inching in a little at a time, going slowly and deliberately. With just a little bit to go, she pressed her heels into my butt, deeply impaling herself on my rigid cock. She whimpered only briefly, for my cock was about six inches around, about two and a half inches thick, and her pussy was being stretched hard, much harder than her ex could do.

We slowly moved into a rhythm, fucking slowly and intently. I would reach beneath her butt and raise her pussy a little higher, squeezing her butt muscles in turn. Suddenly she stopped her movements and asked me to roll off her. Being puzzled I did as she asked. Then I saw what she was up to. Reaching up to the head of the bed, she brought back a large pillow and placed it so when she sat on it, her pussy would be well elevated. This all took place in a matter of seconds, our lubrications barely drying. This time her legs were straight up in the air, and I quickly dove into her to the depth of the length of my cock. I felt the back of her cervix on my cockhead, and that alone nearly took me over the edge.

Within seconds she came again. The sounds of fucking quickly got louder. My balls were slapping her ass in time with my strokes. Each thrust I made into her flushed some of her cum out on my belly and balls. Soon I was awash in her cum. 

I was beginning to tire of being on top, doing most of the work. She realized this about the same time. I collapsed on her chest and rolled off to the side. When my cock came out of her pussy, there was an audible pop. But she never hesitated in following my roll, coming up on top, reaching back between her legs and guiding my now-aching cock back into her sleeve. She started bouncing on me, driving my cock again and again to the depths of her pussy. I reached up and began pinching and pulling on her nipples, now hard and erect. She reached between her legs and put her fingers on either side of my cock as I slid in and out of her. Then she started fingering her clit.

Suddenly, a powerful surge emanated from deep within me, from my prostate gland. Incredibly, I felt I was going to pass out with the surge. My balls pulled up high, and I came in one, then two, then three powerful ropes, filling her pussy to overflowing. She began cumming an instant later, screeching to the tops of her lungs. My body tensed and I felt my toes curling. Her pussy started milking my cock, pulling me from the base to the tip, sucking all my juices clear.

As quickly as it all started, it was over. Becky collapsed on my chest and stretched her legs out behind her. But my cock was still in her, quickly going soft. We lay like that for a few minutes. When I felt my cock fall out of her, I also felt a large amount of cum flow onto my balls and down to my anus. 

I rolled her off me and then did something I had never done before. I moved my mouth down on her pussy again, but this time I was cleaning out our combined orgasms. Her pussy lips were nearly hot from the friction. She in turn pulled my cock into her mouth and tasted her own essence along with mine, remnants of an intense fuck.

Slowly we came to our senses, cuddling and smooching far into the night. As much as either of us wanted to fuck again, it wasn't to be that night, nor in the future. A couple of days later the conference was over, her job was completed, and she returned to her home and son. 

In the years since that one wonderful night, I've thought of her often. I did see her once when she was passing through town, literally, moving on to another life and another career. We had lunch together, and talked about old times, and about our one night stand. I was sure hoping for a second round, but she said that it couldn't happen again. I wonder if she remembers . . .