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I saw that Sonya also was seeing something she had never seen before, her best
friend's cunt, gaping open, a coke bottle almost disappearing inside it. "Look
how far in she puts it! And see how big it is to go in her like that. How does
she do it?", Sonya asked, amazed.
"Why don't you get a closer look," I suggested. "Ask her." Sonya crawled down
to the foot of the bed and sat on the end, astounded, watching Karen
masturbate.
Karen finally looked down, under heavy-lidded eyes and saw Sonya so close. "Why
don't you do this for me?", Karen asked.
"How?", Sonya queried.
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Once I felt my orgasm approaching, I gave her one last hard ram and drove my
weapon in as far as I could. I came at this point, spurting her sweet, tender
young cunt full of my hot sticky come, like an erupting volcano. She gasped,
trembled, and fell back to the bed. I pulled out my softening dick. Our sexual
energies were spent for the moment.
I glanced down at the foot of the bed, and saw Karen, whom I had forgotten
about. She sat in the chair at the foot of the bed, her legs spread, working a
coke bottle in and out of her pussy. She had found the K.Y. jelly, then found
us screwing away. Feeling left out but excited by the erotic sight of her best
friend getting a good fucking, she slicked up the coke bottle and began using
it as a dildo.
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kissed each firm nipple one last time, then started kissing down her tummy to
her love nest, which was now warming and starting to respond to my touch.
I spread her legs and gently ran the tip of my tongue the full length of her
slit. When I reached the vicinity of her clit, she reacted as though she had
been shocked. She arched her back, pressing her cunt against my face. Maybe she
was ready. I probed again with my tongue, harder this time, hard enough to
separate her cuntlips and tickle her clit. She went mad again, jerking and
twitching in response to the touch of my tongue, moaning and panting. Then I
felt her clit harden, her inner lips swell and spread, and her delicious juices
start to flow. Now she was definitely ready for more. I probed her fuckhole
with my tongue, licked all the way up to her clit, swirled it around, bit it
gently, then probed her hole again. When I started doing all this, she went
even wilder. She spread her legs, humped and reared against my face, and pulled
my head tight against her hot cooze.
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"You sure know how to get yourselves killed," I stated. "Mind telling me who
was in the car? You don't want to take the rap all by yourselves."
"Please don't shoot! That was Mike, it was all his idea! He made us do it! He
said he would put us out and make us walk home if we didn't do it! Are you
going to call the sheriff?"
Now I could understand why the girls tried to burglarize my home. It was a
fifteen mile walk home in pitch darkness on a moonless night for the two
frightened girls. It was just what a worthless shit like Mike would pull.
Knowing what I did about Sonya's boyfriend, I knew what he probably needed the
money for. He was nineteen, and the only job he had ever had was selling drugs,
and I don't mean at the pharmacy. He was a charmer though. Girls fell for his
good looks and his charm, and would do anything for him, and he of course chose
the best looking one of the bunch, Sonya. She never realized what a slimeball
he really was. The problem was that Sonya didn't have a father to threaten to
put a bullet in Mike's behind, and her mother was just as deceived as she was.
"You broke into my house and attempted to steal my belongings. Why shouldn't
I?", I said with false sternness. I wouldn't really turn them in, now that I
knew the situation. I would give the girls a good scare, then a ride home.
Maybe then Sonya would see through Mike's veneer.
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I heard faint noises downstairs, and I decided to investigate. I pulled on a
pair of cut-off jeans and grabbed the old pump shotgun that had served me so
well in Viet-Nam from under my bed and crept downstairs to check. My Ranger
training came into play, and I moved soundlessly, down the stairs and into the
living room. A pair of vague shadowy figures figures were searching through the
cabinet that housed my collection of antique silver. I announced my presence in
a sudden and intimidating manner. I merely pumped the action of the shotgun,
then moved to the right immediately, so if anyone shot, they would shoot where
I had been, not where I was now. That sound was a language that everyone
understood, including the two figures before me. They froze, and were still
motionless.
"Mr. Young?", one of the figures quavered. "Please don't shoot!"
I recognized the voice as belonging to Sonya, the 18 year old daughter of my
nearest neighbor. I didn't know who the other person was or who else may be in
the house, so I kept the shotgun pointed in their direction and hit the light
switch with my free hand. Immediately a car cranked up in my driveway, and
tires squealing, raced out to the road and away. I looked at my midnight
visitors. I recognized Sonya and Karen, who was a close friend of Sonya's and a
frequent overnight visitor of hers. They were holding between them a laundry
bag containing most of my silver collection. I lowered the muzzle of the cut
down shotgun.
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She sat on the edge of the bed and poured a little wine into her
glass, admiring the way the clear liquid turned gold in the lamplight.
First she sipped at it; then deciding that tonight she liked the
flavor, she took a heartier swallow and finished it. She judged the
amount of wine remaining in the bottle -- a little over a glassful.
She poured half a glass, then decided against pouring in the
remainder.
She slipped off her loose silk nightshirt, the only garment she was
wearing, and shivered a little as cooler air brushed her skin. She
took a swig from the bottle, and then deliberately dribbled a few
drops across her breasts. Her nipples began to pucker from the chill
of the liquid. Leaning over, she licked the droplets off herself. Her
nipples grew harder.
Liking the sensation, she did it again. A little more wine came
out of the bottle this time, and it trickled down her front. The
white wine blended into the pale gold and peach tones of her skin.
She set the bottle down again, and spread the wine across her abdomen
with her fingertips. Again she licked the wine off her nipples, and
then off her fingers, sucking them a bit. It felt good, and she
sucked some more. Then she leaned over and sucked her nipples; first
one, and then the other, raising the breasts with her hands and
pointing the nipples up so she could reach them. They tasted of the
wine and of something else; she wasn't sure what.
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Not close enough. I couldn't get close enough to myself. I loved
the way my lips felt, the smooth, taut skin there-- I held myself
for a moment, just to recall the shape of myself, just to hear my
sigh as I moved my thumb over the sensitive ridges.
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My hands found my nipples again. I was hoping to bring myself
back to the state of arousal I had felt before. But on further
inspection, namely moving down to touch my thighs, I found that I
was still as ready as I had been before, if not more so. Because
I could feel my warmth as I continued up until my hand brushed
against the stiffness of my clit and I moaned, one of my soft
small sounds that I love to hear. More sounds then, as I
continued to stroke myself, a slight bit of pressure now
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And my finger was inside me again, increasing the pleasure I was
feeling. As I rubbed myself and then, for a few heart-stopping
seconds, gently tugged on my clit, I could feel myself moving my
other fingers in and out of me. I don't know how I've always
known just how I want to be touched; I haven't ever thought about
it. I haven't needed to. And this was no exception. As I
continued more deliberately, I felt my whole body begin to
tremble, felt a hard surge of some darkly wonderful heat.
I knew then that I was almost there, because, although I'm not
sure, I think I was being rather vocal. I seem to remember that
I spoke my own name, and I am almost certain that I cried out as
I felt first the few seconds of utter rigidity, then the
fluttering pleasure that made my body convulse again and again as
I came. And I caressed my thigh once I was still, brought my
juicy hand to my mouth as I rested there, completely relaxed and
absolutely alive.
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Other concerns like passing pedestrians, walking by on their way
into the theater.
I clearly remember what happened next. My warm breath came fast,
and the knowledge that I had excited myself so was almost as
delicious as the feel of my finger as it traced my sensitive
lips. I moved along the outside, as I had done before, then
stroked myself teasingly with my fingers before devoting my thumb
to flicking my clit back and forth, slowly at first, then faster.
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“Hi Craig.” she said as we passed in the hallway, “remember me?” It
isn’t that I didn’t recognize her, it’s just that I didn’t expect to ever
run into her again. Hilary had graduated from the university some
four or five years earlier, and it is pretty unusual for former
students to return to visit beyond a year or two after graduation.
“Well hello Hilary, what are you doing here?” I replied, a little
surprised, since I didn’t remember her being overly friendly with
me, especially since I was merely on the staff at this university, and
not one of the faculty.
Hilary explained that she had been invited back to give a guest
lecture to the current students on the life of a working actress on the
road with bus and truck musicals.
These are revivals of old standard musicals, usual a performing
vehicle for some fading variety star of twenty years ago, like Robert
Goulet or Debbie Reynolds. They go from city to city playing
anywhere from one day to a couple of weeks. It can mean being on
the road for months at a time. The name comes from the fact that the
scenery travels in a truck, and the performers in a bus. The hours
are long and the work grueling, and the hotel rooms are all the same.
However, the pay can be excellent, and competition for the roles is
tough. If you can last it out on the road for any length of time, you
are good, and you are tough.
And Hilary was tough. When she was a theatre student, she was not
one your stars-in-the-eyes innocent acting students. Quite the
contrary, as the daughter of professional performers, she knew what
it took to succeed, and because of that she worked hard at her craft.
After four years of intense study, she had developed into a talented
singer, actress and dancer.
Her biggest drawback as a performer was that she was small. Petite
is perhaps a better word. Standing barely five feet tall, Hilary was
not the standard show girl type. All the more need for talent and
sheer will to get ahead in the business.
Her small stature was never a drawback in my book. Being on the
short side of average height myself, I always had a preference for
small women. And Hilary fit my ideal almost to a ‘T’. At five foot,
she may have weighted ninety five pounds or so, but her small body
was exquisitely shaped and well packed to boot, her shape reminded
me of Jennifer Grey in Dirty Dancing. When she was still a student
I can remember watching her rehearse, and being fascinated with her
small taut round thighs and her pert tits, that jiggled so nicely
when she danced. My pulse would quicken rise whenever she was
dancing on stage and an actor would lift her so that her costume
would rise to reveal her high round butt encased in lycra and lace.
She was the kind of vision that would occupy both my sleeping and
waking dreams. I spent much of my time back stage watching her
great little ass.
During her student years, I kept my hands (and thoughts) to myself.
Although I was a staff member and not faculty, it still isn’t a good
idea to ‘mess around’ with the students. There is always the danger
of getting tangled in a sexual harassment suit or something similar
that could be detrimental to both ones career and paycheck . None
the less Hilary had been an outgoing student and there were many
occasions that we chatted about this and that or found ourselves in a
group at a restaurant or party. The division between student, faculty
and staff being somewhat less formal in theatre departments than in
other academic fields. In addition, my job as production manager
put me in contact with the students on various levels.
There was more than once in those encounters that she stood very
close to me or accidently rubbed up against me, but at the time I
thought nothing of it, but just enjoyed it, and let it pass. In
retrospect, maybe I should have paid more attention.
We stood and chatted in the hallway for ten or fifteen minutes, she
telling me abut her experiences on the road since she had left school.
I told her of the past plays that we had done over the years.
Suddenly, she looked at me and “Show me the theatre. I’ve got at
least two hours before I speak to the class, and I’d like to have
another look at it after all these years.” I thought that this was a
little strange, considering that she had spent the better part of the
last few years in one theatre or another, but, enjoying her company
and not being one to disappoint a visiting alumni I grabbed my keys
and headed off to the theatre.
The theatre is the large modern auditorium that is used for the big
musicals that are done every year. It seats about 1600 and has a
large stage and a regular rabbit warren of dressing rooms.
The theatre was empty as we walked in on stage, there wasn’t a
show scheduled to move in until later in the week. The cavernous
theatre was totally dark, except for a single lightbulb on a stand in
the center of the stage, and the red glow of the exit signs one
hundred feet distant from the stage.
“You know, Craig, either you are really dense, or I am a total failure
at telegraphing my feelings. When I was a student here I was hot for
your ass, and I did just about everything I could to get you to pay
attention to me. Nothing seemed to work. This time I’m not going to
be so subtile.”
With that comment, she turned, reached up, and kissed me hard on
the mouth, almost ramming her tongue down my throat. In the same
motion she reached down and cupped my cock and balls with her
right hand.
I was surprised, but not so much as to not respond to her advances.
I returned her kiss with an equal passion, and in response began to
caress her ass. I could feel through her skirt that she was wearing
stockings and a garterbelt, but there was no evidence of panties.
“I always wanted you as well” I said breaking from the kiss, “but you
know how it is these days,- students and staff and all that stuff”
“Shut-up!” was the reply, as she rubbed my now growing cock a little
harder, and continued with the deep kisses.
I slid my hand down below the hem of her skirt and ran them up her
thighs beyond the stocking tops. Her flesh was smooth and cool to
my touch and that butt that I had watched so closely in rehearsals
quivered as I ran my hands over it. I gently kneaded her ass cheeks,
and as I did so I realized that she was wearing a g-string made of
some silky fabric, that had a thin ribbon that ran up the crack of her
ass. She shook her butt, rubbed her thighs together and moaned in
my ear as I tugged lightly on the g-string ribbon.
Her hand began to fumble with the zipper of my pants. Within a few
seconds she had released my cock from my pants and began stroking
the now raging hard on. I moved my attention to her small but firm
round breasts. I could feel her nipples harden beneath the fabric of
her bra and blouse. My hand had found its way inside her blouse
and I rolled her nipples between my fingers Her stroking of my
cock continued, occasionally she would squeeze the head, rolling her
hand around as she did so. I was in ecstasy, and Hilary was enjoying
herself as well.
After a few minutes of this, I looked around; here we were standing
in the middle of the darkened stage illuminated only by the single
light that stood about four feet away from us, and me with my prick
hanging out. If anyone were to walk into the theatre now, there
would be no mistaking what was going on, and that would be the
end, job, career, the works
Just as I was about to suggest that we find somewhere else to do this,
she slid down onto her knees, saying, “I always wanted you, and I
always wanted to do this on stage.” With that comment, she gave the
head of my cock a big wet lick and proceeded to suck it with great
abandon.
“Hilary! I want you too, but we can’t do this here.” I protested but
her expert ministrations were clouding my judgment. Despite my
protests, I made no attempt to make her stop. In fact I began to
stroke her blond hair and slowly pump my hips to match the rhythm
of her expert mouth and tongue played as they played upon my dick.
It felt so good that my knees were on the verge of buckling, and my
mind was going blank.
Suddenly she stopped sucking, “You’re right, we can’t do this here”,
she said, “there’s no audience, and besides, we need a little furniture.
I’ve got an idea. Stuff that back in your pants.”
Not sure what she had in mind, I managed to jam my swollen and
sensitive dick back in place and zip my pants. Hilary readjusted her
clothes only slightly.
“Follow me. “she grabbed my hand, and we headed to the back of
the auditorium and out into the lobby.
Perhaps the most striking feature of theatre is the lobby, which is a
large airy space approximately 140 feet long and 40 feet tall. The
outer wall is made entirely of glass that has a mirror finish on the
outside so that people in the theatre can see out, but those on the
outside cannot see in. The lobby fronts a small park like area that is
crossed by foot paths and is a favorite place for students to sun
bathe. It was a beautiful spring afternoon and there were perhaps
forty or fifty people lying about the lawn.
“Here!” she said, pointing to a polished wooden bench along the
outside wall of the lobby of the theatre. The bench that Hilary
pointed out was about one foot from the glass and maybe three feet
from a group of six or eight people lying in the sun. With a dramatic
flair she stepped onto the bench, and lifted her skirt. Shaking her
ass at the one-way mirror and the people beyond it, “I want to have
you right here,” she growled. With one hand she grabbed the top of
her red g-string and gave it a tug upwards which buried the point of
it in the lips of her pussy, tufts of blond hair curling around its edges,
I could see that it was already saturated from her pussy juices.
Taking the initiative I walked up to her and unbuttoned the rest of
the buttons on her blouse, revealing her lace encased tits to the
daylight. With my face now at tit height, I popped the center clasp
on her bra and laid my tongue on her pink nipples. It only took a
moment of licking and nibbling them before they were erect and
turning crimson from the attention.
Hilary was still holding her skirt up around her waist the entire time
that I was paying attention to her tits, she seemed transfixed, lost in
herself. I shifted my attention to he crotch. Gripping the backs of
her thighs I began to lightly chew the fabric of the G-string, she
spread her legs slightly and pushed he pelvis forward to better
accommodate my actions. I found the head of her clit through the
fabric and nibbled. I pulled the fabric aside and began licking and
sucking her clit directly. Her pussy was saturated before I started, it
tasted musty but sweet. Several times her knees nearly buckled as I
worked her pussy.
“Let me sit down, before I fall down.” And with that she sat on the
end of the bench with her crotch right at the edge. I sat on the floor
between her legs, and dived into her pussy again. This time I came
up with a mouthful of her G-string, which I pulled away from her
pussy with my teeth. I worked the damp piece of fabric down her
legs and completely off entirely with my mouth, revealing a blond
encased pussy lips with a rather pink and protruding clit. I returned
my attentions to that clit, licking, nibbling and sucking, occasionally
darting my tongue into her cunt. Hilary’s squirming and bucking
increased in frequency and intensity. She grabbed my hair as if to
hold on, leaving her skirt draped over my head. Finally, she simply
laid back on the bench, too distracted to sit up any longer. This gave
me even better access to her pussy, I positioned her legs over my
shoulders and I began to probe the depths of it with my fingers
while I continued to lick and nibble her clit.
After a few minutes of such attention to her pussy, her hip bucking
changed tempo, her thighs clamped hard around my head and she
forced her cunt down hard on my fingers. She let out a long cry, and
held that position for what must have been thirty seconds. Slowly
she began to relax, her pussy and thighs twitching slightly as she did
so. I knew that I had brought her to orgasm.
During all of this my cock had been pressing hard against my fly,
straining to escape the confines of my pants. I reached down and
undid my belt and fly, finally releasing my cock. It sprung forth
ready, the head almost purple from the internal pressure. I slid
Hilary toward the end of the bench, and lifting her legs in the air, I
plunged my cock into her pussy.
Her pussy was like heaven, hot, wet, and tight. I had fantasized
about her years before, but I never though that I would actually
have an opportunity to actually fill her hot hole, especially under
these circumstances. With her legs in the air I was able to bury my
cock to the hilt with every stroke. Hilary almost howled each time
the head banged into her cervix. I was hot and desperate and the
pace of my fucking was relentless. She kept sliding back on the
bench from the force of the strokes, finally she gripped the end of
the bench to hold herself in place.
We continued at that pace for what seemed to be several minutes.
She was responding to my thrusts with equal intensity I could feel
the cum rising in my dick, but I wasn’t ready to pop my load yet.
“My ass, in my ass!” she panted loudly. I looked around, still unsure
that we wouldn’t be seen through the mirror glass windows. I guess
I was surprised to hear that from her, but on the other hand, I
always remember her as being precocious. I didn’t want to leave the
confines of her pussy, but I slowly withdrew from her cunt.
Hilary stood for a moment, I removed my jacket and laid it on the
floor so that she would have something to kneel on. With that she
knelt facing the end of the bench, and leaned over so that her torso
and tits were laying on the bench. She shifted her ass in to the air a
little higher. Her face was pressed into the bench and she gripped
the sides tightly. Spreading her ass-cheeks, her asshole was staring
at me like a little pink button, surrounded by a few wisps of light
blond hair. She was a small woman to begin with, and I wasn’t sure
that that tight little sphincter could accommodate my regulation size
dick, but, If she wanted it, I was game. Since the lobby of a theatre
isn’t the place you’ll find a tube of K-Y, I reached under her and wet
my hand with some of her pussy juices and rubbed it around on her
asshole as lubrication. With my index finger I massaged around the
rim and gently pushed it into the opening. She moaned a bit and
raised her ass to meet my finger. I worked it in and out for a
moment and then added another finger. She took the second one as
eagerly as she did the first. I added a third. She clamped her
sphincter tightly around all three. I rotated my fingers around and
pumped them in and out, her ass raised to meet the movement of my
hand, and Hilary groaned loudly with every stroke.
Thinking that such an accepting asshole would be a better place for
my cock, I withdrew my fingers and readied my dick for penetration.
I again dipped into her sopping pussy for more lubrication, this time
swabbing my dick head as well as her asshole.
She moaned as I placed the head of my cock against her asshole and
pushed gently. It didn’t give at first in spite of the earlier occupation
of my fingers, so I pushed a little harder, and slowly her sphincter
opened and I watched as the little pink began to accept the tip of
my throbbing dick. All at once it gave and she gasped loudly with
satisfaction as her asshole accepted the head of my cock. She tightly
gripped the edge of the bench as I slowly slid the rest of my length
into her now relaxed ass. It is hard to describe the sensation of her
delectably tight asshole. Different from her pussy, it was hot and
dry, her ass muscles griped my cock tightly as if someone had their
hand wrapped firmly around my dick.
Slowly at first, I began to stroke in and out, she tightened her ass
muscles with each out stroke, relaxing them for the thrust in. I
noticed how the few blond hairs that surrounded her asshole would
stick to my dick in the out stroke, and slide into her ass along with
my dick on the in-stroke. She was still on the high from her
previous orgasm, and she began to shudder, squirm and moan
rapidly as the pace of my strokes into her ass increased. I was
having a little trouble getting a good position behind her, with my
pants down around my knees, and my shoes slipping on the tile floor.
Oblivious to the students sunbathing just five feet from us on the
other side of the window, Hilary began to cry out loudly with each
stroke as I banged in to her butt, at times muttering “yes, yes, do me
fuck my ass!” . It didn’t take long before the incredible sensation of
her heavenly asshole began to take it’s toll. I was visibly shaking
from the effort to keep from coming.
She sensed that I was about to come, and as I began to spurt, she
cried “Pull out, I want to feel your cum on my ass.”. I did as she
instructed. The first two spurts were shot inside her rectum but the
last few shots hit her ass hole and dripped down on her cunt.
cumming more jism than I can ever remember, I was almost
howling with pleasure as I shot my load into and on her. I shook and
groaned with utter satisfaction completely oblivious to the people on
the other side of the window.
Hilary collapsed on to the bench flat on her stomach, with her ass
still pointing into the air. I fell on top of her in exhaustion and lay
there for a moment. “That was terrific” I whispered into her ear.
Then it dawned on me what we had just done. Fucking in the lobby
of a public building. As I began to get up I glanced over to the
window. There were ten or twelve people standing at the window,
with either their ears cupped to the glass, or shielding their eyes
trying to see through the mirror surface. I could see from their
movements the we had been making enough noise that they had
heard us through the glass and were trying to listen to the activities.
Hilary began to gain her composure, I slid back and licked my own
cum off of her pulsing pussy and tongued her ass once for quick
measure. We quickly stood and began to reassemble ourselves. A
little embarrassed at the passion of the moment, we both sheepishly
glanced at each other and smiled. Quickly we dressed, as the
commotion outside the window subsided. There weren’t many words
to say after that performance on both of our parts. As we headed
towards the door of the theatre, Hilary turned to me and said, “I’m
staying with Kay Jenson while I’m here, give me a call after you’re
done with work, and maybe we can find some time to continue our
explorations.”
Kay was the dance instructor for the acting students, and a very
attractive woman… this could be interesting. I would definately
make that call. And with that thought we walk out of the theatre
and into the day light.
To be continued….
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I was the first one of my family to go to college. We lived in Dearborn,
Michigan, and my brother and all my uncles worked at the Ford Rouge plant. My
brother was a die maker, and he earned a good living I had always thought that I
could do better, that I could become a scientist or a professor. In high school
I studied very hard and got the top grades, which earned me a partial scholarship
at Wayne State in Detroit, when I graduated from Fordson High. My family could
not help me with the school expenses, so I took on odd jobs. For most of my
undergraduate years I was a bell hop at the Dearborn Inn. My school work and the
job cost me almost eighteen hours a day. My body withstood the grind only
because it was young.
Every morning I rode the streetcar on Warren Avenue, which took me to the
university on Woodward Avenue. Since I am talking about steetcars, you know that
this is a story that happened a long time ago.
I was not a bad looking fellow. In fact, I was a bit cute in a youngish way. I
had blonde hair, a blonde face and a blonde body. But I was rather small. I was
eighteen years old, but people thought that I was fourteen.
My career plans were not certain. Just getting through college would have been
an achievement for me and my family. I chose to study history and German,
although those subjects would not get me far in securing a job with the Ford
Motor Company. I was an innocent boy, who, at age eighteen, was still a virgin.
I had never dated, and girls had never shown much interest in me, perhaps because
I was known then what kids now call a “nerd”. I did not do sports. In high
school I was in the chess club and band. I did not go to the senior prom,
because I did not have a date, and I did not feel bad about it.
Wayne State in the early fifties was, for me, a magical place where I could find
people who thought about things, all kinds of things. It was a working class
university, where people of all ethnic backgrounds were making their first steps
toward middle class professionalism.
I knew so much, yet I was yet so naive. The teaching assistant who conducted our
English 101 class hit upon me, and I let him have his way. I went to his
apartment one day and let him suck on my cock, which felt very good. It was the
first time that I had an orgasm with another person. But then he pushed me down
and forced his cock into my ass, which hurt awfully. I was then no longer a
virgin, but I did not know what I, in fact, really was. I was attracted to
girls, not to guys
There were a couple of girls whom I could have had, if I wanted. One was a stout
girl who was very pushy. On an outing she sang dirty songs and looked
lascivicouly into my face as we rode on the bus. I knew that I could fuck with
her for the first time, but I didn’t want to, because she was a bit gross. The
other girl would let me take her, if I would marry her, even though I didn’t know
her all that well. She thought that I had “character” and that I would make a
good husband. She belonged to an obscure Slavic tribe which valued such things.
The girl had fat thighs.
I remained a virgin throughout my freshman year, jerking off at least once a day.
I considered it sexual therapy In my sophmore year I met Nancy, who was as
socially awkard as I. She was, I must admit, a mousey girl; small, skinny and a
bit disheveled. She was bright, knowing German and French rather well. We were
drawn to each other, although we circled each other, looking for flaws. When we
first met, when we were still strangers, I told her that she would look better,
if she would put her hair into a pony tail. She scowled at me derivisely. But,
the next day, she appeared in class with her mousey hair in a poney tail, and she
seemed to me to be quite attractive.
She came to me. That is the only way I can explain it. She came to me and
waited upon me patiently. I wondered about her. She had put her hair into a
poney tail, and she had put some color on her childish lips. She came to me and
waited for me to accept her. I felt as if I were on the end of a limb. She was
cute, in a small way, I thought. She had no discernable breasts. She stood
before me, looking at me, expecting me to do something. I scarcely knew the
girl, but I knew that I was being presented with an opportuntiy that most guys
would envy.
I was mistaken. She let me touch her face with my fingers, but she refused to
let me touch her anywhere else. All that she wanted to do was to cuddle and to
kiss, which we did for the longest time. We were , obviously, two virgins. I
had fantisized about having a girl who was more experienced than I, who would
teach me how to do “it”. Nancy was certainly not that girl..
We kissed a lot during those first couple of days of our relationship. Nancy let
me fondle her shoulders and upper arms, which were a gaunt as an eleven year
old’s, but she sternly reject my attempts to feel her legs or her chest. We
talked incessently about history and philospohy. She was a philosophy major.
We tried to converse in German, buy my command of the language was not yet
sufficient. We were two “nerds” who had found one another.
After a week together we knew that we were a couple. I told her that I was a
virgin and that I was willing to surrender my virginity to her. Nancy was not
impressed, although she seemed to be a bit amused.. Then she became very
serious. She held my cheeks in both of her hands, her face very close to mine
and she said that she was not a virgin. She explained that in high school she
had had an affair with a classmate, another girl. It had lasted for just three
months, but during that time her partner had penetrated her with her fingers,
ripping her hymen. I was not too disappointed. I told her about my sexual
experience with the teaching assistant the previous year.
We were then more relaxed, having shared our secrets. We kissed with a new
desperation. I ventured to run my hand up to her chest, where I discovered tiny
breasts which were not apparent through her blouse. Nancy did not push my hand
away. I knew then that we were ready for each other; it was just a matter of
patience and timing. I unbuttoned the top of her blouse and inserted my hand,
encountering a bra, which, for Nancy, was entirely needless. I did not know how
to get the garment off, so I had to be satisfied with wriggling my fingers under
it to feel her tittie flesh. I wanted so much more, but we were sitting in my
‘48 Ford, parked in front of her house, and I didn’t have a condom.
Nancy let me run my hand up her leg, under her skirt, as we kissed passionately,
our tongues fully engaged. Her legs were very slender, but her thighs were warm
and soft. I touched her panties, which I found to be damp. I rubbed her until I
could tell from her reaction that I was touching her clitoris. I masturbated the
girl, and she eeked into my mouth, biting my lip in her passion. We cuddled
until she quieted. Then she looked into my face so lovingly. I thought that she
was the most beautiful girl in the entire world. She knew my need, but she had
no experience at all in how to give me relief. She placed her hand on my groin
and gently squeezed my engorged cock. I was so aroused. I urged her to continue
to knead my hard shaft as I burried my face in her hair, holding her tightly. I
came in my tousers, my hand on hers to make sure it was done properly. I nibbled
on her earlobe as I messed myself ecstatically.
Nancy knew what she had accomplished, and she looked into my face grinning. We
kissed some more and then she had to go in. As she got out of the car she poked
her head back in and admonished me to get some condoms.
The next morning, in the men’s room of the Parkmore Bar on the corner of Warren
and Anthony, I retrieved six condoms from the machine on the wall. I felt that I
could use all of them that day. I then took the street car to the university,
where I attended to my classes, looking, also, to catch sight of Nancy. I
finally saw her, and we arranged to have lunch together. over which I informed
her that I now had “protection”. She beamed a lovely smile at me, and our only
problem was where we would be able to do the deed. Certainly not at my house or
at hers, where too many people were about.
That evening Nancy and I drove the Ford out Warren Avenue to Telegraph Road,
where there was a cabin (motel) complex. I was very nervous, when I confronted
the lady at the office counter, but she was so blase. The place was, I later
learned, a notorious “doodle dashing camp”.
Once we were inside the small cabin, most of which was filled with a bed, we
became rather nervous, and we did not know how to proceed. I felt that I should
take charge, although it was not in my nature. I kissed her as we stood beside
the bed, and then I began to unbutton her blouse. I was clumsy in disrobing the
girl, but I managed it and finally she lay on the bed naked. Nancy was almost
scrawny. Her limbs were so slight. I could count her ribs. Her titties, as she
lay flat, were not discernable, but she had a lush bush of pubic hair. I thought
that she was pretty. Her little girl face looked into mine with such trust. I
undressed and soon stood over her naked, my hard cock jutting forward. Nancy
stared at it. I then lay beside her and we embraced.
We kissed and fondled each other. I sucked on her nipples and wanted to explore
her body with my mouth, but she was too eager to have me inside her. She pulled
on me, breathing unevenly, and I came atop her. She positioned my cock at the
opening of her vagina and we pushed together. I delighted at her warm tightness,
but Nancy went completely wild. She set the rhythym of our fucking, which was
almost violent. She scratched my back with her finger nails in her passion and
gave me a hicky on the neck. She groaned with increasing loudness and then
shouted out as her orgasm struck. I pistoned into her, slapping my flesh against
hers, and I came before she was finished. It was a most splendid beginning.
It is 1998 and we are still married.
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